Title: The Dating Game
Rating: R
Keywords: Draco/Ginny
Warnings: Extreme sexual interactions-don't read if you can't handle it.
Summary: Draco was part of a game- a game that had started out fun but turned into something much more serious as the end of it drew near. If he didn't succeed he was as good as dead, but if he did…would he lose something more? Draco/Ginny
Author's note: Chapter 4 is out! Yay! Let me once again bow to Su for editing for me. Wonderful gal, in all seriousness, the next chapter will be up in a day or two-I wanna see those reviews! (coughcough!) Kidding just kidding! Don't review me, I'm just being pitiful I know. But do let me know what you think of the story so far. I love ideas for it-and who knows; maybe someone can give me some inspiration or an idea to use in the story. I'll let you all in on a little secret-I'm purely spontaneous when it comes to my stories. When I write the chapters, the story goes with the flow with what mood I'm in. It's very rare that I have my total plot planned out. Now see here-I DO have a plot for this, an ending and what not. Buuuuttttt-I'm sure you can understand that I'm not the best writer in the world and I definitely need some work. (Purely the reason for writing classes of course!) But the fact that you're still reading this makes me love you. So spread your love, and tell me what I need to do to improve. It's okay to be dirty and vicious-I'll probably cry, but at least you got the message out eh?
P.S. Next chapter is the smut chapter! Watch out! Dun Dun Dun!!!
Target #2 - red hair, brown eyes, skin like milk; the spotted Weasley was a totally different approach. He wanted to think of this one as "simple," like Granger, but that wasn't going to do. She wasn't like her brothers - he supposed if Weasel had been born a female he might have some kind of resemblance to Ginny Weasley, but he wasn't, and he thanked the God everyday for that. Her hair wasn't just "red." It was more of a dark auburn color, quite like her mother's. Her eyes weren't just brown like Granger's, they were a chocolate color, dark and deep, and he could almost imagine they'd be the type you'd get lost in. She had the longest legs he had EVER seen, and he couldn't help but tell himself they would be very nice wrapped around him. Her laugh that could be heard all the way from across the Great Hall was very contagious. He could feel the sides of his mouth starting to twitch upwards and had to quickly stop himself. He knew he shouldn't be moving off his intended target. It was better to work on one girl at a time and Granger still had not submitted to him.
He had to use the memory spell on her twice already. Absolutely nothing was working - every angle he came up with she got around. He was beginning to think force was going to be the only way to get her into his bed. But the delays gave him a chance to size up the last element of his game, and he had a feeling this one wouldn't be as difficult. He had never seen someone so nice before. The youngest Weasley was sitting in between her idiot brother and the clumsy whore of Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom. Obviously the pudgy bastard had taken a liking to her and was using dubious attempts of hitting on her, making a very laughable scene indeed.
He adverted his attention back to Granger. She had no knowledge of anything that had come across the two of them, not even when he ran into her, causing all of her books to fall. She looked completely content and normal and he wanted desperately for that to change. He wanted to see her scream for mercy beneath him and then scream for more of what he could give her. He'd make her pay for all this trouble…
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Meet me in the kitchens at midnight tonight. Don't mention this to anyone.
Ron.
Hermione blushed and sunk deeper into her chair as she reread the note. There wasn't much to go off on but she had a feeling of what Ron was planning. They had both talked about getting serious and she had a feeling that tonight would be the night he would want to do something about it.
When a quarter to midnight arrived she crawled out of bed being careful not to wake up any of her dorm mates. She had half a mind to scold Ron for having her sneak out so late at night; chances of getting caught by Filch the night before a big test were high, but she thought the better of it. She had a huge soft spot for Ron and she would probably be too nervous to say much anyway. Her feet felt like lead as she ran down to the kitchens. When she reached them she was in for a big surprise.
"Ron? Are you in here?" she whispered.
The kitchens were empty, and there were no signs of house elves anywhere. She sniffed softly and closed the painting gently behind her stepping into the darkness. She lit her wand and gasped softly at a cloaked figure that suddenly appeared in front of her. The hood covered the face but she knew it must be Ron. He was probably blushing like a tomato under the cloth and she couldn't help but smile. "Ron…why did you want to meet here?"
He didn't say anything and when she cocked her head to the side in curiosity, he held out his hand to her. "Ok…what is this about?"
Again, she didn't get her answer. She sighed dramatically, giving in, and took his hand. That was when it clicked inside her head. These hands weren't Ron's! She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but to no avail as her captor had caught on way before. Instead he covered her mouth and started dragging her deeper inside the kitchens with incredible strength. She kicked and tried screaming but it went without response. A moment later she found herself being slammed against a wall, her hands pinned above her with a whispered spell that came from a very familiar voice. She struggled, trying to kick her feet out, but the other person just took this as an advantage and slid in between her legs. Oh God! I'm going to be raped! She couldn't help but panic and when she tried to scream no sound came out.
"It didn't have to be this way Granger. It really didn't…now you know…" long fingers slid inside her robe and down the sides of her nightgown. "The whole point is…that you submit to me. I've tried and tried to win you over, unpleasant as it is, but you won't give in. You will now…even if I have to force it on you. But by the end of this you will be begging me for more."
That drawl was none too familiar. "Malfoy!" she exclaimed in shock.
There was no answer and instead she felt warm lips on her neck. She shuddered and wanted to scream for dear life, but no sound came out of her mouth. Malfoy was on her like she was an ice cream cone, licking and biting, as if wiping her clean for him. She moaned loudly half in pleasure, half in agony as he devoured. Her breathing had quickened and so had his, obviously keeping her there was a struggle and it showed. "I think we should continue this in my room Granger, what do you think?"
Before she got a chance to respond Malfoy had taken control. "Petrificus Totalus!"