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A/N: I was happily enthused that I got two reviews right after I loaded the last chapter that it made me all smiley and wanting to write more for you guys. This chapter has more of the two of them, the beginnings of their relationship. LOL, still no explaination for the leather trousers, though they will come soon-ish. Its short as well..
The More you review the faster I write!
And I feel like I'm naked in front of a crowd and these words are my diary screaming aloud, and I know that you'll use them however you want to...
Ginny flipped her hair out of her eyes once again as she unlocked her door. There was something off, she thought to herself. Years as Fred and George's little sister had honed her senses. She squinted through her apartment, amazed at the childish view that was presented. Her room was currently hanging from the ceiling. Or more accurately, the ceiling was now the floor. She rolled her eyes, fully prepared to shove her head in the fire to verbally abuse whatever brother had done it. The shadows stirred and she tossed the bag of groceries to the ground reaching for her wand.
It was knocked uselessly from her hands as her back hit the wall. A hard mouth was crusing her, pressing her firmly into the mould of the door jamb. She gave a small whimper of pain, the hinge digging painfully into her shoulder blade. He shifted her, pulled away gasping.
"I was going to yell, berate you…but I can't think when I'm around you. Can't breathe," he muttered harshly, "I hate you." He claimed her mouth again his teeth grazing her lip, drawing blood, a small nip and a little dropped. She shuddered.
"I hate you," she breathed back, and she had never meant it more, "You stupid prick, I hate you." For everything he had ever done.
They were falling, surely they both felt it. Their knees hit the solid oak floor, the smell of doughnuts seeping through the wood. She pulled her fist back, punched him. God she hated him, and it was his fault. He knocked her to the floor roughly, pinned her with one knee between her legs. He was trying to devour her, trying to hurt her at the same time. She struck back, bucked him away and landed on top. She tore at his lip, drawing more blood than he had. But there were different ways to bleed. He's once shown her that. His hand was creeping up her shirt, pulling and touching and she was arching into him. Trying to get closer and trying to get away. They rolled on her empty floor smacking each other around. Great loud thumps could be heard from below along with the war cries they were both calling out.
His mouth latched on to one of Ginny's breasts, she arched; god he felt so good. He always had and she hated him. She pulled at his head, almost as if she were going to kiss him. She head butted him with enough force to knock his jaw together painfully. The game stopped just like that. They sat in half naked piles on the ground looking angrily at each other. Finally he spoke.
"You threw all my clothes away."
"So what, you retaliate by flipping my apartment upside down? Way to act third year Malfoy."
"Knew I should have chosen arson," he muttered under his breath. He sighed, eyed Ginny. His eyes fell to her naked chest and she coughed loudly. "Up here, Malfoy."
And when he finally left after arguing with her for an hour he was scratched and bleeding. Damn hellion, he thought to himself. He should have known better than to approach her that way. They had never been able to stay in a room together long enough to do anything but fight or fuck. By the time he got home he had realized that he had forgotten to get the thing she had taken back.
The new year rang in and the old one passed. Ginny and Draco had avoided each other since that night. She would have apologized, had he let her. But she wasn't admitting that. The school had long since stopped talking about Draco's choice in dinner wear after he had hexed Blaise Zabini for coping a feel on their way out of potions one period. But fate did not mean for the two to be separated for much longer, as Ginny soon found herself sitting in detention alone with the sulking Slytherin.
"Sorry," she muttered, it was sincere, though it felt half hearted at the most. She avoided his eyes. He opened his mouth to tell her that it was okay. That it didn't matter. But his breeding took over and before he knew what was happening her was spitting venomously at her, "You're not nearly sorry enough."
She looked at him incredulously. She had apologized and he was issuing what, threats? She glared at him from behind her brown eyes and he felt his heart give a skip. Snape had left them alone with the threat of cleaning the storerooms if he caught them talking. It was one of the easiest detentions Ginny had had, though it was no doubt due to the fact that Draco was there with her.
"Really Malfoy?" she drawled, "What are you going to do to me? You going to tell on me. Steal my favorite teddy? Throw me over your knee and spank me? What are you going to do for revenge? Kill me?" She was muttering lowly, picking up speed and he glared at her. She was mocking him and he had never wanted her more. Never wanted to throw his hands over someone's neck and squeeze more in his life than he wanted to do to her just now. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block her out. Trying to block her words out, but it wasn't working. "Are you going to cry Malfoy?" she asked, insanely close to his ear, "I bet you cry when you're alone…"
She gave a small strangled gasp when he reached out and grabbed her by her throat, pulling her roughly to him. He invaded her space, one arm around her back as he claimed her lips. His other hand was still clenching her neck, making small circular motions with his thumb. She made a noise in the back of her throat, one he read as disgust. He tossed her away as quick as he could, jumping gracefully to his feet as she stumbled away from him.
"You regret it now don't you?" He demanded, "I know I sure as hell do!" and he stomped off leaving her crumpled on the potions floor. One hand comforted the marks on her neck, the other touched her lips. Her breathing came ragged and shallow. Her chest moved slowly in and out. Unbidden the thought, "No" came to mind.