So, I rewrote Chapter 2. If you haven't read it, you can find it in the drop down menu here ^
So, here is Chapter 6. This was so fun to write, but extremely awkward.
Chapter 6
"Miss Weasley," Ginny stirred, "Miss Weasley, wake up." Ginny opened her eyes. She had the worst headache. She wasn't sure where she was. And she most certainly wasn't sure why Professor Snape was standing over her.
"Yes, Professor?"
"Miss Weasley, would you care to explain how you came to be passed out, reeking of alcohol, in the corridor?" A nasty smirk played across his face.
"I would sir, but I have no idea myself." What had happened at that party last night? She tried to remember. She remembered dancing with Seamus, and drinking, lots of drinking, and something with Luna and maybe Neville. "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I promise it won't happen again."
"I should hope not, Miss Weasley. And to ensure it doesn't, twenty-five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your unbecoming conduct," Snape helped her up to her feet, then walked away.
"Bastard teacher," Ginny cursed once he was out of earshot. She made her way over to the portrait. "Rumbleroar," she said to the Fat Lady. Once inside the common room, she took a seat by the fire. From the sunlight coming in the windows, it appeared that it was only just now morning. No one else was awake in Gryffindor tower. Good thing too because she realized how awful she smelled and no doubt looked. She needed a bath.
She brushed her teeth in the dorm, but for her bath she decided to use the prefects' bathroom. Once she was there, however, she found the door locked. "Pine Fresh" she repeated. No effect. "Lily meadow?" "Honeysuckle?" For good measure she tried, "Alohomora?" "Lilac?" The door opened. Why hadn't she been told of the new password? Oh well, she'd give someone hell later. She walked in and took off her clothes and went to turn on the taps without looking around.
"Geez, Weaslette, don't you knock?"
Draco deeply enjoyed the stunned look on her face. He had just finished a few laps in the pool when she had entered. However, he'd been sure she'd see him and leave. When she started undressing, though, he was quite sure that she hadn't seen him. It didn't matter, since he was incapable of speech at that moment. She had a great figure, he realized, and a stunning skin tone. He momentarily considered helping her undress.
"Draco Malfoy! What the hell are you doing in my bathtub?"
"Hmmm. I was under the impression that this bathroom was for all prefects, captains, and head boys and girls. But I guess if you want to think it's a personal bathtub, then I'm more than willing to share," he winked.
"I'm not wearing clothes!"
"Neither am I. Although the water seems to have disguised the fact that I'm naked in here. You're welcome to join me in here, seeing as you're also naked."
"You're…not serious?"
"I'm not sure if I'm serious or not. I do know that you're cold though. It's November in a drafty castle. The water's warm, and you could use some warmth." Only the truth of those statements made Ginny realize how cold she actually was. She lowered herself into the tub, and gathered many bubble around her for modesty. Draco laughed at her. "Weaslette, you've kissed me, and you've let me see you naked, and now you're trying to cover up? Why don't you just admit you're into me?"
"I'll be into you, Malfoy, when hell freezes over," she spat. He swam over toward her, "Don't you dare come near me!" It was too late, he was already in front of her.
"Temper, Ginevra," Draco smiled, "One would think you almost didn't want me over here."
"I don't," she whispered. Her heart was beating faster and she wanted nothing more to touch his naked form.
"You say that, but your eyes are filled with lust, and your heart is racing with desire," Draco was sure of it, "I know. I'm feeling the same way." He took her head in his hands and brought her face to his. His lips met her soft ones and he gently kissed her.
Ginny was melting at his touch and she wanted more. She was not going to give into those feelings though. She pushed him away.
"Malfoy, if you ever try something like that again, I will personally brew a infertility potion that I will slip into your pumpkin juice," she threatened. Even she couldn't take her words seriously when her voice was breathy with want for him.
"Whatever, you say, Weaslette," Malfoy kissed her on the cheek and got out of the bathtub, "Now, I believe you said something about wanting to bathe. Best be getting on with it then." He put on his towel, and smirked at her before leaving.
Ginny wanted to chase after him. She was torn between the idea of murdering him and making love to him. Only one thing was certain, she hated Draco Malfoy.
A/N: This chapter is a bit odd. I just thought an awkward scene was needed. And the prefects' bathroom seems to be the place for awkard meetings. Review and let me know what you think.
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