A/N This is a direct continuation of the previous chapter. So if you haven't read chapter 6 in a long time, I strongly suggest re-reading.


Ginny knocked on the door. She didn't have to wait. The door opened as if automatically. She let herself in.

The room was dark. Before her eyes could adjust to the light, her body was slammed against a nearby wall.

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She gasped. A cold from the hard wall seeped into her clothes as strong arms held her there. Before her eyes could adjust to the darkness, warm lips descended on hers for a hard, cruel kiss.

He didn't waste any time. His arms moved over her, under her clothes, cradled her face then moved over her breasts, down to her thighs and she screeched and writhed and moaned against the onslaught.

She smelled that hotel smell full of crisp linen and air freshener. He smelled of expensive aftershave, luxury cloak and musk. Wild and unrestrained his mouth moved all over her, licking and biting and, sometimes, pausing for small kisses.

She made herself breathe first, before she said 'stop.'

She tried to push him away but he was on his knees now, kissing her waist as his bold hands pulled her pants down.

"Stop it, Draco Malfoy. Stop it now."

He chuckled and made no motion to stop. His hands were inside her thighs now. The unexpected gentleness and the silken feeling of his skin on hers made her eyes droop, but Ginny Weasley had to pull herself together, away from his grip, like a paperclip pulling away from a magnet.

She reached for her wand, jabbed it on his shoulder, and shoved him hard. He fell back, just enough for her to run to the other side of the room. "What is the meaning of this Draco?" she demanded.

He was on his knees on the floor, breathing hard, his face flushed, a wild look in his eyes. He didn't answer right away, but just looked at her.

"Malfoy, I'm in the middle of a work assignment now. You are supposed to be at that auction. We both have places to be. You didn't call me here for this," she said, then "Did you?"

He stood up and composed himself. A bit. The wild look never left his eyes. "You didn't think I asked you here to discuss the fifth theory of interpreting ancient runes now did you?" he quipped sarcastically, somewhat back to his usual self.

"Fu…Can we please talk about this like two adults? Please, Malfoy, I've already told you, I don't want to do this. I don't want to be your anything. I don't want to be with you." She meant to plead her cause to him. To somehow make him understand. But maybe she used a wrong word because he suddenly crossed the room and grasped her by the waist and began to move his lips against the side of her neck.

Roughly, in her ear he whispered, "I heard you the first time. Your objections don't matter. I'll take what I want."

It was that sheer arrogance that made Ginny shove him again, even harder this time, seething. Men like him probably never heard the word 'no' from anyone with things they wanted. What woman could say 'no' to oh-so powerful, second-in-command of all realm, Malfoy? Whoever stood a chance against standing between him and whatever he wanted? This was Malfoy, rich beyond measure, always with some slavish minion following behind him. Though Malfoy was never seen with a woman he was not married to, she knew what they gossiped about his many mistresses. He never had a shortage of anything.

Except her.

Then it hit her. Malfoy was hellbent on chasing her because she had said 'no.' Maybe the first 'no' he'd heard in a long long time. Her defiance had set him off, as if recognizing her rejection would make him less of a man than he is.

Ginny had to change her tactics. "Malfoy, listen," she began. "You don't want this. You have your share of beautiful women. You can have anyone. You've had me. Now, just, please, leave me be. Why do you want some…used whore? Right?"

At that, he smiled and gently put a finger to her lips. "I don't know," he said. "But I do. I've made you a wonderful offer, and if you want more money or more things, I'll give it to you. Just do as I say."

Ginny knew, right that moment, that she was venturing into extremely dangerous territory. Malfoy wouldn't be so easily deterred. It would take some special cunning to make him go away. What it was, Ginny had to figure out. But at that moment, all she wanted was to get out of that room.

"I don't want more money, or things. Just….time. Could you give me that? Please, a bit more time to think?" she put on her best cute face.

Malfoy considered for a minute. Then he sighed and said "Sure, why not" and turned away to adjust his clothes.

She tried her best to hold back her relieved sighs. Just then, he turned around and said, "But I expect an answer by this Sunday."

And then he apparated out.

Ginny stood there, in that dingy, yet so lavish, hotel room, all the dread coming back to her. Then she remembered she had to get back to that auction house and apparated herself.

Only, the auction had started by the time she went back, and the guards would not let her in. "No, no one is allowed after the auction starts. Yes, ma'am I know you are an auror. Fine, file a complaint."

Seething she apparated back to her office, only to see Ashan poring over a huge tome of a book.

"Did you find anything?" she asked.

"That's just it. I've been reading these files from Property and Ownership department for over an hour. But nothing. I can't even find who the owners are."

"It's not listed there?"

"Oh there's a listing all right. Baris Bigglenton, 1897-1967, who passed it on to his son, Boris Bigglenton, who distributed it in 1970 among his sons-in-law Walter Wuntoon, Arnie Middlehampton and Goldworth Ansely. That's the last entry. Except these people cannot possibly own this place now given that one of them is dead and the other two have been in exile for over a decade. So, according to Property and Ownership listings, a ghost owns Broomstock Traders and Auctioneers."

Ginny sighed. Let's go to the property department. We'll have to personally ask.

Alfreda Snigglespoon at the Property and Ownership Department, was no less than real, annoying biatch. She had put Ashan off several times before to pull files on Broomstock. When Ginny too asked her, citing Wizarding police law for auror's No. 9 as their right to information regarding an ongoing investigation, the old hag, once again, said in the most grating voice ever, "You need to fill out this form and wait minimum three days for processing." As exasperated as they were, Ginny and Ashan did as they were told, seeing no other option.

"So they didn't let you out when the auction ended so you never got to talk to the manager?" Ashan asked her.

"Nope," Ginny said, having carefully left out the part where she had been missing for about half an hour, with Malfoy.

"So where do we go from here Ginny?"

"Let's get the new recruit, Jason was it, to read up on old newspaper articles and old reports for everything and anything on Broomstock. Obviously, there is a reason Alfreda is stalling us. Probably a big one."

Jason Kent was more than happy to pour through old files for them, as if that had been the sole reason he wanted to become an auror. By the time Ashan and Ginny was done writing their reports for the day, everything they had seen and heard at the auction house, it was well into the evening.

When Ginny got home, instead of the usual bouquet of roses she had now come to almost expect, there was a small red velvet box at her doorstep. For a panicked moment Ginny thought it was some sort of death contraption, but she composed herself and went inside to open it. Inside the box nestled between violet silks was a magnificent diamond necklace, the most beautiful Ginny had seen so far. The small, intricately cut diamonds shone against even the dim light in her apartment, and Ginny was enthralled.

Suddenly, Ginny's mind was back at Hogwarts, long ago when such things as rent and fear didn't bother her. It was the end of an academic year, which year she couldn't quite place, but she remembered holiday decorations and snowballs and hot cocoa smoke and the smell of fresh snow. Students were laughing and holding hands and opening early presents. And she and her friend Angelique were laughing together and running towards the lake, where someone had unleashed some fantastic creature everyone was talking about. When they got there, there was already a small crowd gathered around a small, bouncy bird-like creature who, in the sunlight, glittered like a beautiful gem. She saw some of her classmates in the crowd ooh-ing and ahh-ing. Then Hagrid was there, running circles to catch the thing. There was Harry, Ron and Hermione to her right, happily chatting among each other and Harry turned to her and gave her a small smile. She saw, with some glee, Michael Corner skulking away at the other side of the field with Cho Chang and that Slytherin girl who had tried to outsmart her in Defense Against the Dark Arts class shriek as the multicolored bird got close to her.

The glittery creature hopped around trying to avoid Hagrid and spooking students in the process, and among this ruckus Ginny's eyes accidently caught Draco Malfoy's, who was coolly watching the spectacle, leaning against a tree, far away from the crowd. They gazes locked, Draco didn't look away. Then Harry tapped her on the shoulder, and Ginny did look away.

Ah, the vices of school days, long gone belong to a different time and a different her. Most of the people who were enjoying that bright, snow-covered day—Angelique, Michael Corner, Cho Chang and even the Slytherin girl—were no more. And Harry wasn't there to save her this time.

Ginny hid the diamond necklace in her mattress and went to sleep, hoping to dream of Hogwarts and better days.


A/N-Uploading after a looooooooooooooong time. I know, I said I'm discontinuing the story, but I was browsing through my old fanfics and decided to upload another chapter because so many people seemed to have liked it. I don't know if the same people are still following the story (I hope they are!), if not, I hope there will be new people who would like this story as much and review. Re-reading I noticed a bunch of spelling and grammar errors, but I don't want to replace the old chapters. I'm going to continue this story sticking pretty much to the old format—the pacing and sentences—without changing the style.

I removed my previous "Important notice" about this story. However, I wanted to repost the following:

As some of you seem to be so taken with this story, I've written a similar original one on Fictionpress called "Inhibition." My pen name there is Maximum-strawberry.

Summary of Inhibition- Samantha stumbles upon the most popular guy in her school, Duke Fenton, doing inappropriate things with a girl in the school basement. This random encounter changes her entire life.

Here's a link: (fictionpress, dot, com slash)s/2839845/1/Inhibition

There's also a link on my profile.