Chapter 4: Taking Control

The first week back had been exhausting. N.E.W.T.S were 5 months away and Hermione was acting as if they were going to pop up at any given moment.

She had put her pursuit of Ron Weasley aside for a while until she could figure out a schedule for herself. Surely that wouldn't take too long. If Hermione excelled at anything besides grades, it was definitely organization. She took pride that she could efficiently multi task. It had taken years to get it right but she had finally did it.

Ron had actually helped her with it. Her 5th year she stretched herself out extremely thin with preparing and studying for her O.W.L.s. She would miss meals, miss sleep, and was starting to make herself sick. Ron, being the observant person he was, had started packing her little snack bags and made sure she had them and ate them by setting an alarm for her. He had also started forcing her to nap more, and would purposely drag her away from her work to make her have some sort of fun.

He then helped her to devise a schedule for herself when it came to work and play. And ever since then, Hermione hadn't nearly starved or exhausted herself anymore.

Ron took and continued to take really good care of Hermione. One of the many things that she adored about him.

Since "break" was now on her schedule of things to do at the moment, she, a raven haired deep green eyed Gryffindor 6th year named Romilda Vane, and Ginny were in Hermione's head dorm hanging out and talking about this and that. One thing that Hermione loved about being Head Girl was having her own bedroom and only having to share a common room with one other person.

And Ginny was now liking the idea that along with Hermione, Draco was Head Boy, meaning he had his own room as well.

As they were chit chatting, the door flew open to let in Harry, Draco, and Ron, in a heated discussion on their favorite part of a girl. Not noticing that there were two girls right in the room.

"I mean legs are nice." said Ron. "But nothing compares to a nice set of knockers."

"Breasts are always fun." said Harry.

"Bums are better." laughed Draco. "There is nothing like grabbing a plump juicy ass and lifting a witch up while you-"

"Careful, Malfoy." snickered Harry. "You forget we are in the presence of a virgin. You don't want to scare him off just yet."

The two boys laughed as Ron threw up a finger at them.

"Both of you can suck my-"

"Hey boys." said Ginny, not wanting her twin to finish his sentence.

Hermione giggled as the boys looked at them horrified.

"Fuck. Sorry ladies. We didn't realize you were in here." said Draco.

"It's okay." said Ginny. "You're acting as if us girls don't talk about your manly parts."

Hermione and Romilda laughed.

Ginny got up and walked over to Draco while Ron and Harry walked over to Hermione and Romilda.

"Is that a Firebolt 4.0?"she asked looking at Draco's broom on his shoulder.

"Why yes. Yes it is." said Draco filled with pride.

"I've never seen one up close before. Can I touch it?" asked Ginny innocently.

'I've got something you can touch that's better than a broom...' thought Draco.

"Sure go ahead." said Draco in a confident voice, handing the broom to Ginny.

Ginny took it and looked at the majestic black and silver broom. She gently put her hand around the handle and stroked it down to the bristles, knowing full well that Draco was looking at her hand intently, imagining that it was him that she was doing that to and not his broom.

Ginny grinned as she felt the smoothness of the broom in her grip. She took her time, going as slow as she could knowing full well exactly what she was doing.

'Ohhhhh my god woman please stopppppp' thought Draco as she took her hand and stroked it back up the broom handle.

"Can I ride it someday?" asked Ginny looking up at Draco as if she didn't realize what she was asking.

"Uhhhh yeah. Sure. You can ride it anytime" said Draco looking at Ginny's lips.

"You shouldn't say such things."

"And why is that?"

"I may want to ride it right now." said Ginny in a low voice that stirred a monster inside of Draco.

'Does she even know what she is saying to me right now? How in the hell am I allowing this girl to charm me? It should be the other way around! I need to gain some control over this bloody situation.' said Draco to himself.

He was so into his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Ginny was carrying his broom over to his room.

She opened his door and walked right in. She sat on his bed, rubbing her hand across his black silk sheets, wondering what it would feel like to slide all over them.

"And who gave you permission to come into my room?" asked Draco grinning.

"You don't care. I just wanted to bring your broom in here. Make sure it was in good hands you know"

"My hands aren't good enough?"

"They may not be as soft as mine." said Ginny smirking.

"How soft are your hands?" whispered Draco, walking towards her.

Ginny knew he was just trying to try to dominate the situation. No way was she going to let that happen.

Ginny let Draco get right in front of her. She then got up as quick as a Nimbus and slipped behind him causing him to turn quickly to her and she pushed him onto his bed.

She stepped in between his legs, her face close to his, noses almost touching.

"I already told you Draco, you're not close to being ready for me." said Ginny. Draco could smell her breath. Candy and Spearmint. Sweet and fresh.

"And when will I be ready?" asked Draco as he licked his lips in hunger of hers pressing against his.

"You'll be ready when I tell you. You still have a long way to go."

"Do you realize who you are talking to little Weasley?" said Draco, taking his finger and brushing it up Ginny's exposed arm.

Ginny laughed. "I think the question is do YOU realize who YOu are talking to." She said. And she stuck her tongue out and licked Draco's bottom lip. Then she backed up before Draco had a chance to respond.

She smiled at Draco's delirious expression and smiled. She then turned around and walked back out of Draco's room, leaving him confused, intrigued, defeated, and very much hot and bothered.