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Draco Malfoy was in his bed, awake, by midnight the next day. Blaise had organized a wild party in Slytherin that night. He could've easily gotten laid, but he just didn't feel like it tonight.
Well, he felt like it alright, but the person he'd like to feel wasn't a Slytherin.
Ever since Blaise had accidentally brought her to his attention the other day while he was leering at that absurd Ravenclaw, Draco had been thinking exclusively of Ginny Weasley. He'd tried to banish her from his mind, to send her back into the shadowy recesses of his subconscious from whence she came, where he vaguely knew who she was, but never thought about her.
Unfortunately, that's not how it was working out. The wave of her waist-length, red-red hair was like a siren. None of this namby-pamby "dark auburn" business, she worked the strawberriest of strawberry-blondes and carried it off with a finesse that many other girls couldn't have.
He recalled what she was like on a broom during a Quidditch game, moving with a grace the other Weasleys lacked, an intuition, a confidence. Plus, he couldn't just forget the smooth contours of her body, like a sleek Italian car, feminine, feline.
Oh yes, he was very awake.
This was just getting uncomfortable. Like Blaise had said, she was a Weasley or, in other words, not for him. Of course, Blaise had also said that she and Luna might be having a lesbian affair in the prefects bathroom.
Oh, God, that image does not help. He rolled over and tried to get the image of Luna lathering Ginny's perfectly formed breasts with soap out of his mind. It was hard (in more ways than one).
He had almost managed to drift to sleep, big brown eyes in a forest of cute freckles floating through his mind, when he heard a noise from his window pane. Probably a stray owl. But then, he heard the noise more clearly.
A little grunt. It was almost….sexy.
He got out of bed and walked to the window across from the foot of his bed. Slowly, cautiously, he started to open the window.
WHAM! A whirling dervish of black and broom slammed into his chest pushing him backwards onto the foot of his bed. The figure in black (complete with ski mask) was straddling him, the broom landing off to the side of the room.
"Hmmph," muttered the figure. The voice sounded feminine. "This is starting to feel a whole lot like Plan B."
"Who are you?" Draco said calmly but intently. "Why are you wearing a ski mask? If you're going for a bank heist, you got the wrong window."
"I wasn't going for a bank heist, Malfoy, I was going for stealth," the figure spat. Draco reached a tentative hand up to her mask-covered face. Could it be?
He ripped off the mask.
"Weasley?"
Caught. Ginny sighed. "Hi, Malfoy."
"Umm, not that this position is in any way unpleasant, but what exactly are you doing here?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy. I'm not here for you. Well, I am, but not…really…" Ginny was babbling. It was just starting to sink in that she was straddling Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy. Who was only wearing boxers. Thin ones. And though, she was wearing a vinyl cat-suit herself, she could definitely feel things happening in those boxers.
All that completely aside, she was losing her power of speech mostly because he was damn good-looking! She had never really looked at him before, and she didn't want to believe it, but the ferret was the epitome of casual elegance, his straight platinum hair, falling into his light gray eyes. His body was toned, too. It just felt good, muscled but not Mr.-Universe style.
She had to work to regain her focus. She had been most obviously and irrevocably caught, and she had to extricate herself. And the best way to extricate myself, she thought, is to tease him into not caring.
"Come now, Weasley. We both know honesty is the best policy."
She shifted so that she was sitting next to him on the bed, instead of on him, on the bed. "Oh, it is, is it? Would you believe I was being honest if I said I was here to sleep with you?"
He looked puzzled, "Well…no. No, I wouldn't."
She grinned.
" Good God, is that why you're here? Tell me, Weasel! I'm getting impatient."
"How about this, I'll give you two lies and a truth. You'll just have to figure out which one was the real reason."
"Weasley, you're playing games…"
"Sure am, Malfoy. Now here they are: I wanted your opinion on how best to seduce Blaise Zabini. I wanted to steal something very personal of yours. I wanted to invite you to have a threesome with me and Luna."
Draco's jaw just dropped. Was this really Ron Weasley, the Boy Blunder, the King of Clumsy's sister? She was so suave, so wicked, so…Slytherin. And she was leaving out the window. "Wait," Draco called out. "Where are you going? I haven't even guessed yet!"
She just laughed. "Don't worry about that, Malfoy. I'll get what I want through….another method." With that, she flew out the window, slamming it shut on her way out.
A/N: Il faut me dire que tu pensais. Or in other words...review.
