Chapter 4
Playing games?

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Ginny froze. "Damn" Those two words together were never a good sign.

She turned around to face her potion teacher, deploring her defeat. She had almost made it to her seat unnoticed. She had waited until Snape had gone to his supply closet then very quickly and as silently as possible tried to reach her place, next to Collin.

Since it was in the back of the very dimly lit classroom, he might have not noticed her absence yet. However, she was now caught, and, as it seemed, about to face detention. A second price to pay for her succumbing to another snake. Oh how she hated every single Slytherin!

As she looked at Snape, she noticed a small but very sadistic smile on his face.

"In the future, should you wish to go unnoticed, I suggest you consider dying your hair Miss Weasley."

This statement left all the Gryffindors outraged, and, of course, most of the Slytherins sniggering.

But she wouldn't reply. She knew what he was doing. This was his favourite game, and she was his favourite victim. He wanted her to give way to her temper so he could dock a few points off. Well he would be disappointed. She looked at him blankly as if this was just a friendly discussion.

"Thank you for the advice sir, I'll be sure to remember next time." She replied calmly.

He said nothing but she could see he was gauging whether this was worth taking points off or not. When he remained silent, Ginny wondered if she'd gone a little too far.

After a long silence, a sneer stretched on his lips. Obviously, he had found something.

"Sit down. And hurry up. Your potion had better be on my desk on time. And be here at eight tonight. On time if you please, or we'll just have to double your punishment."

Compliant, Ginny sat down next to Collin and hastily started chopping her ingredients. She had a good 15 minutes to catch up.

"What took you so long?" Collin whispered to her.

"Lost track of the time." Well, Ginny considered her replied. It was true, but she certainly wasn't going to say why. Or because of whom.

"Well, you kept your temper for once, but you definitely put him in a foul mood." Her head shot upwards. It took her a few seconds to realise he was talking about Snape. Not Malfoy. Of course not Malfoy. This was becoming an obsession.

"Oh yeah! Whatever he has in store for my detention, it undeniably isn't going to be pleasant." She shuddered at the thought. All this because of another slimy, horrible, insignificant Slytherin. Oh, he would pay for this.

A few hours later, walking through the portrait hole, Ginny was still pondering her revenge. Every one knew where men's weakness lay... Under the belt. She had an idea, but it did seem a little mean, even to her. On the other hand, it was Malfoy she was planning this on. Nothing was too nasty for a Malfoy! Was it? A smile, much like Snape's, appeared on her face.

He wanted to see her surrender? Well he would see. But he wasn't going to get any. If pleasure was what he was looking for, he would find it alone.

Who did he think he was? Who did he think she was? That Parkinson cow? Did he really think himself irresistible? Well he wasn't, not to her at least.

With a sigh, Ginny sank down on the couch, in front of the fire. Who was she trying to fool ? Of course he was. That and a lot more. He had broken her resistance earlier today. He had made her feel warm and secure, but most of all, he had aroused her hunger. She wanted more. So much more. Her traitorous body had moulded itself against his. And, to be frank, she had enjoyed every single second of their fight, of their kiss.

They were playing a very dangerous game and she wasn't even sure she wanted to win anymore.

At that moment, Hermione, Harry and Ron, arrived, right on time to tear her from her dangerous thoughts. She really didn't like where they were leading her.

"So Gin, nice afternoon?" The older girl asked politely sitting down next to her. The boys were obviously deep down in a Quidditch conversation.

"Well more or less. You?"

"Oh it was okay. I had an Arithmancy test. I honestly thought I'd failed, but I went to see Professor Vector, but he said I was correct and that it was indeed Bridget Wenlock who discovered the magical properties of the number seven." The girl was talking faster and faster. Ginny had a few difficulties keeping up. "However now that you mention it, I'm sure I made a mistake on the number twelve. Oh how could I get this wrong? It was all in the New Theory of Numerology. I have to go check. I can't stay like this." And without another word, she disappeared in the girl's staircase.

Well nothing unusual here.

Ginny turned to the boys.

"Hey Gin, look what Dobby found for me." Harry opened his hand and let the tiny snitch stretch its wings. "It was in one of my socks. Must be the one I kept when Umbridge banned me. Didn't know I still had it."

"We're going to practise. Harry said he'd teach me a few moves to catch it." Ron cut in. "Want to come?"

"Oh no thanks. I'd love to, but I have so much work to do."

A wide grin stretched on Harry's face. "Oh come on! Don't try and be serious. You can do it tonight."

"Harry!" Involuntarily, he flinched and turned around to see Hermione in the staircase, a very thick book in her hands and looking very ready to lecture him. "Don't you even try to convince her. It's hard enough for her to make that decision, so don't add temptation to laziness. She said she needed to work. You should follow her example if you have any intention of passing any NEWTs. And Ronald, do stop laughing, a little studying wouldn't do you any harm either."

"Yes Mione. You're right, as usual!" Hermione couldn't stop her face growing pink. "But we'll do it after dinner. We still have plenty of time." Ron added with a bright smile.

"Humph…Not that much time. Why don't you come with us. We're going to work before and after dinner."

"Actually, Ginny said hesitantly, I've got detention tonight."

At that, both boys burst out laughing.

Hermione seemed to be torn, between disappointment and amusement.

"Hermione, Ginny calmly explained suppressing a grin, we don't blame you for trying, but you'll never turn any of us into wise and working students."

"Well, I'll never stop trying. Why'd you get detention anyway?"

"Oh, just arrived late in Potions after lunch." She replied nonchalantly.

"That's funny! Malfoy also arrived late in Transfiguration, and he also got a detention!" Harry noticed

"Really? Indeed, what a funny coincidence!" Ginny's composure had fallen a bit. She didn't find it funny at all.

"Hey!" Ron busted out. "What if it wasn't a coincidence? Maybe he was spying on you Gin."

"Don't be stupid Ron, I'd have noticed."

Hermione looked very thoughtful.

"You know, that's not entirely stupid."

"Ladies, Harry cut in before Hermione had time to find an explanation, we'll just let you two solve the mystery, and be off to the Quidditch Pitch" And with a bow, they left.

Ginny was sure she heard Hermione mutter something like "Oh sure, let the girls do all the thinking" and "boys", associated with "lazy", but didn't otherwise give any sign that she was angry.

Two hours later, both girls joined up with the boys at dinner, all of them exhausted. In truth, Ginny was starting to dread what Snape had in store for her. It was, without a doubt, something vicious.

It was in a morose mood and with heavy footsteps that Ginny arrived at the Dungeon, on time.

As her hand reached the door handle, she was suprised to see that the door was locked. Snape was late.

That's odd. In all her years with him, not once had he been late. Especially for a detention. Ginny sunk to the floor, and decided to wait. She couldn't imagine his fury if, when he arrived, she wasn't there. But 15 minutes later, she was still waiting.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Finally! He had decided to grace her with his presence. But as the owner of the footsteps rounded the corner, it turned out to be McGonagall.

"Ah there you are Miss Weasley. I've been looking for you. I'm afraid Professor Snape is…uh…indisposed so you'll be serving your detention with someone else. Follow me!"

Well that was a relief. Although McGonagall was never nice during detention, it couldn't be as bad as with Snape. Quickly Ginny rose and followed her.

"I must say I'm very disappointed. Once again, I find you in detention." Under McGonagall's cold stare, Ginny felt compelled to lower her head.

"You, of all, should know that punctuality is not something to mock." Then suddenly, her voice became friendlier and much more secretive, far less formal. "I mean it Ginevra, if you keep getting yourself into trouble, you'll never be able to make it to Head-Girl. What a pity that would be. We have an exceptional Head-Girl this year, and I had hoped that next year's would also be a Gryffindor."

Ginny stopped dead in her track. Her? Head-Girl? She had thought of it, but never dared hope!

Seeing that her student had fallen behind, McGonagall turned around.

"Of course, you mustn't take anything for granted! I would never have suggested the idea had I not believed you capable, Ginevra. However, your conduct must be irreproachable. And for the moment, it is far from perfect."

And without another word, the Deputy Headmistress turned around and continued walking. Arriving in the entrance Hall, Ginny addressed her teacher.

"Where are we going Professor?" This was not the way to the Transfiguration classroom.

McGonagall looked at her, and answered:

"I won't be needing your help tonight, however, I know that Professor Sprout could use a hand. Actually, I believe you're responsible enough to go to the Green House number 3 alone. I trust you won't get lost?"

"No ma'am."

"Excellent. Goodnight then Miss Weasley."

"Goodnight Professor." And Ginny hurried to the Green House. She couldn't have hoped for anything better. Not only was she serving her detention with Professor Sprout, but she had discovered that she actually was a serious aspirant for Head-Girl. Well serious enough for McGonagall to talk to her about it.

And it was light-hearted that Ginny entered the Green House. However, her good mood soon diminished when she noticed who was also here. Him! Why was he always there?

As soon as he saw her, that ever-present smirk appeared, twice as unnerving.

Oh he would pay! Not only was it his fault that she was here, but he was now laughing at her? Well she hadn't planned on seeing him so soon, but now that they were together, she might as well start her revenge right now.

And, lowering her lids, Ginny sent him the nicest smile she knew and licked lusciously her bottom lip. And wasn't disappointed when she saw his brow raise. Oh how sweet revenge would taste.

Men! They were all the same. If you play their game, you can do whatever you want with them! And so swaying her hips, Ginny walked past him towards Professor Sprout, feeling his gaze burning through her.

As it turned out , there had been a fight in the House and all they needed from her was a bit of tiding. The plants didn't react well to magic, so it had to be done the normal way. That suited her very well. That would provide a lot of occasion to give him a foretaste of her 'charms'. And so she did, completely aware of a certain blond Slytherin's gaze on her.

What was the Weaslette playing at? For a whole hour, she had been inflaming his senses. Mostly by bending over, and thus allowing him a good view, either of her magnificent derriere, or of her revealing neckline. A décolleté, which, it seemed to him, had considerably lowered since she had arrived. But also more subtly, by a small but secretive smile, a gaze under heavy lids, her hand brushing his, a little blush betraying naughty thoughts, squeezing past him a little closer than necessary, and that perfume… He bided his time. Obsessed with his problem, obsessed with her.

If her plan had been to seduce him, she couldn't have tried differently. And seduced he unquestionably was. He was glad he had the idea to wear jeans for this detention, but they seemed just a little too tight at the moment. In truth, it was agony seeing her like this, so close yet untouchable…

Untouchable? The word repeated itself in his clouded head again and again. She certainly had made it clear that she was, at least to him. But then, the same unanswered question arose: What was she playing at? What was the meaning of this 'seduction'? She knew he already was completely under her charm. One word of her, and he would show her pleasures she didn't event know existed. If she wanted him, all she had to do was ask. She knew it. Yet there she was, an enticing temptress, teasing him.

Could that be it? Was she just teasing him? If that was it, then she had no idea what she was playing with. He was the expert at that game. Girls could be teased, just as much as men. It just took a little more 'persuasion'… And that precise girl needed to be taught a lesson. Some things are too serious to toy with.

And so that little game of theirs continued for another two hours. But this time, two were playing it.

And Ginny soon understood how dangerous it was to mess with desire. Something had changed in Malfoy's attitude. While letting her approach him, he never missed the occasion to touch her cheek, her throat, trail a finger up the inside of her bare arm. He felt her start, quiver, soften. Felt her nerves tighten, her senses burn. He played to it, never missing an opportunity to get close to her, letting his palm brush her shoulder, her breast, or skate possessively over her back, down over her hips and the curves of her bottom. She tried to slap him twice and succeded in kicking him in the shin once. It hurt like hell, but it definitely was worth it just to see her blush, and of course, feel her body.

Every shudder, every sigh, every gasp was pure agony to him. But for a fortnight, he had been controlling his desire, maintaining an iron rein on his senses. She, on the other hand, was new to this game, and couldn't possibly control her reaction, or let a calm mask appear on her face while her head spun.

She discovered he had an advantage she couldn't match. He could touch her anywhere and her sense leapt. Her whole body, all of her skin was sensitised; not just to his touch, but to his breath, to his very nearness. She was acutely aware of every little brush, every gliding, illicit caress.

But she let him play with her, draw her as close as he wished, so their thighs brushed and hips met; knowing every touch affected him as much as it affected her.

As she watch his smug smile and arrogant look, it suddenly dawned on her that he might have cause to be so arrogant and that letting him lead her, was the road to defeat. He mastered this game much more than she. She had to be unpredictable. This was her only asset. So she tried to match each of his touches, each of his caresses. She turned her mind to his reactions and discovered that the spot just beneath his ear was a sensitive one. The side of his throat too, but his tie got in her way. His arms, his shoulders, his hips; those might have been helpful had they been bare. And it was difficult touching him while avoiding professor Sprout and cleaning a green house.

Finally, while he was straitening a bubotuber she found what she sought. His thighs. He tensed visibly when she artfully trailed her finger down the long muscles, taut beneath his trousers.

The game had finally become more even. He had found, a long time ago her sensitive spots, but now, she had found his. However, being the Slytherin he was, he didn't let her savour her new discovery.

Ten minutes later, she caught him again while he was carrying a very heavy box. She snuck up on him and spread her fingers about his thighs, then ran her hands upwards…
Malfoy quickly droped the box on the nearest table and caught her wrists in an iron grip. It was clear that he wasn't going to allow her to play in that perticular sphere. He seemed so in control. It unnerved her to no end.

She had to change tactics. As it turned out, one look, one luscious movement, or even licking her lips, proved that he wasn't as calm as he appeared. His eyes danced, his body tensed, his breath seized, betraying a turmoil inside him, matching hers. If she wanted to win, she had to keep a reasonable distance between them. Her other tactits hadn't been very successful so far. Maybe this one would.

A small detail she forgot when she asked for his help to put a plant back on its base. She almost immediately regretted not using her wand despite Sprout's clear instructions, as his warm body moulded against hers, his chest hard against her back, his erection pressed hard against her bottom, and his mouth closed about her earlobe.

As she tried to escape his embrace, his hand flew to her abdomen, drawing her closer.

"Oh no my temptress, our dance has just begun."

The murmured words brushed her ear; sensation streaked down her spine.

She certainly had underestimated him. If he kept this up, she would be the one searching for lonesome pleasure.

At that moment, his body disappeared from her. When she turned around, she saw the reason. Professor Sprout was standing behind them. Luckily, it seemed she hadn't had time to see anything, but did look suspicious as she noticed the flush on the teenager's faces.

"Thank you to both. I didn't think we would finish tonight. You must be exhausted. It's high time you two returned to your dormitories and had a good night's sleep."

Ginny nearly laughed out loud at that comment. Exhausted they were, but sleep was the furthest thing from their minds. As all three of them exited the Green House, a most welcomed cold wind surrounded them, calming their overheated ardour.

They walked in silence, Professor Sprout between them, hiding him from her view. Ginny was grateful for that small break. She closed her eyes, letting the cold wind cool her burning cheeks. That had been a close one. Had Sprout not arrived, she was certain she would have done something stupid.

"Oh Dear!" The small women stopped walking. "I forgot to lock the house. Continue without me. Mr Malfoy, as Head-Boy, I trust I can count on you to accompany Miss Weasley back to the tower?"

Those words sent panic through her whole body. She looked at Malfoy hoping that he would refuse. But no such luck! Just a single glance at his smirk told her he intended to take advantage of every occasion he could find to be alone with her.

"It would be my pleasure Professor." He answered. It seemed to Ginny that he had accentuated the word pleasure. Yet again, it could be her imagination. She wasn't really herself this evening.

"Thank you my boy, I knew you were trustworthy." At that, Ginny let out a rather loud and unrefined snort.

Her teacher ignored it and turned around, leaving the two inflamed teenagers alone, leaving her at the mercy of this serpent. Was she blind, or just irresponsible?

As soon Malfoy watched Sprout disappeare from view Ginny started runing as fast as she could towards the Tower. She knew she was fleeing, and in truth, didn't care.

"Oh no you don't!" she heard him say as he ran after her. He had caught up with her way before she reached the stairs, pushed her against the wall. She started fighting back, scratching his face with her nails, or at least trying to, for before she understood what happened, he had trapped both of her hands in one of his and held them above her head. He appeared to like having her in that position.

"Now that you've started this little show, you should finish it." Without even giving her time to reply, he kissed her. Hard.

At the feel of those demanding lips bruising hers, Ginny's animosity resurfaced. This kiss wasn't to seduce her, it was to punish her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and broke the kiss, pulling her head back so she looked at him.

"Don't mess with things you can't control! For all you know" he said as his hand travelled from her hair to her bottom. "I could rape you right here, this instant. But I admit I'd much more enjoy laying you across my knees and giving you the good spanking you deserve, until that very attracting bottom of yours became so red you couldn't even sit down"

Ginny didn't say a thing. Draco couldn't read out her expression. Was it fear or was it anticipation? Maybe a bit of both. He would soon find out, he promised himself. But for now, he would just settle for a goodnight, and maybe not so gentle, kiss. So he bent his head.

Immediately, Ginny's traitorous body answered as she felt his hand on her breast and his mouth on hers. Her lips parted, inviting him, accepting him, pushing her body against his so he could feel the softness of body, and her, the hardness of his. As Ginny felt him harden once again against her stomach, it became obvious that Malfoy enjoyed this boldness. He was so hard it nearly hurt her. How could any part of a body be so hard?

Interupting her thoughts, Draco broke away, leaving them both breathless. He rested his forehead on hers and, with a hoarse voice added:

"Don't play games with me Weasley!"

Instantly, Ginny backed away, only to find the wall behind her. Still, she had put a small, if not safe distant between them, permitting her to gather her senses.

"What?" she asked in a tone that told him he was on dangerous grounds. "I'm the one playing games with you? How dare you? From the beginning you have been toying with me, making me surrender just for the fun of it. What makes you do it? Do you feel powerful? Does your ego need flattering? Or is it just a stupid bet with your snake friends to see how long can frigid Ginny Weasley resist you?"

With that she tried free her hands, but he held firm.

Slowly, one hand still holding her wrists pinned above her, the other lowered down from her breast past her waist, to her thighs, and up again, until he reached her knickers.

Ginny was panting. he knew the effect he had on her, so it was no use trying to conceal it. "You think that was a game? You think this is game?" He pressed hard erection against her hips.

"I'm not controlling what's happening here. I can't resist it anymore than you can."

She felt his hand slip in her knickers. She tried to close her legs, but his knee was between hers. Giving him enough access for him to glide his finger in her softness. He removed his hand and showed it to her. She could see his finger glistering wet from her obvious desire.

"You can't even try to deny it!" he wispered in his ear. "I've barely seen anyone so wet. I may be a Slytherin, a snake as you say, but at least, I'm not so coward as to deny the obvious, and what I feel."

Ginny's head shot upwards.

"No!" he said as if guessing her thought. "I don't have any feelings for you, and, Merlin forbid you have any for me! But we have something here, you know we do. How many others have made you feel warm by just a stare, have had you squirming with pleasure beneath them? How many have you played that little game earlier with?"

No answer came. No answer was needed.

"Even if it's just physical, it's there. If you want it to be a game, it can be."

Silence!

Malfoy waited for what seemed to be hours. For all he knew, it could have been. He could read confusion on her face. Right now, about a hundred thoughts were battling in her head. When she didn't say anything, he took her by the arm.

"Come, I'll take you back to the tower."

And with that, started guiding her down the corridor and up the stairs.

Ginny let him lead her without a word. It suited her perfectly well, because, in truth, she didn't know what to say. Could it be that all this was really serious? Was Malfoy truly seducing her? Should she give in? One part of her wanted to, the other part desperatly tried to find reasons not to. She tried to envision a relationship, anytype of relationship with Malfoy, and honestly couldn't. They were both so unpredictable. Yet, despite what Malfoy thought, she could recognize passion when it struck her.

But way before she could have time to order her thoughts, they arrived in front of the portrait hole.

The Fat Lady was about to growl about being woken up at this hour, but one look from the Head-Boy was enough to shut her up.

Malfoy murmured the password, led her threw it and stopped just before arriving in the common room. He turned her to him, and lifted her chin until she was looking directly in his grey eyes.

His lips approached hers, but instead of kissing her, he whispered:

"Play that game with me Ginevra!"

And without another word, her turned away an left

Ginny, ran to her room, trying not to wake her dormates but couldn't find sleep that night.

AN: Well that's it for now. What did you think? I need reviews. To make me write faster...