Yay! Another update! (finally) I know, but my parents were all like "what are you always typing on that computer of yours? Come interact with the family"

and i was like "mom its fan fiction, its very important."

and she was like "what is that? is that where you don't get paid to write whatever you want badly?"

and i was like "sigh" and then i went downstairs to dinner

reviiiiieeewww

jk rowling is the bane of my existance because she owns everything


Ginny was pissed. After clearly stating to herself not to dwell on the past, she had done exactly the opposite. She was now pacing in her hotel room after fleeing from the beach where pacing just looked weird.

It's not like she wasn't used to getting weird looks, Ginny had been getting them since people had started to see her with Harry and even before that. Looking down at her white stomach and legs she thought: Probably because I'm so pale.

But now that her mind wouldn't let the subject of her past go, she gave up and let the memories return. They came in droves, and they were painful.

After a few minutes of pacing and reminiscing, Ginny thought of the person that had caused the opening of the floodgates.

She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks in anger as she thought of the vile man who had ruined her trip. Yes ruined, she decided on the word with some resolution. Ruined completely. Or at least that's what it felt like to her at the moment.

Her hands balled into fists as she tried to control her shaking and the urge to smash something when she realized, with a slightly calming effect, that she was an adult. And as such, she could simply go talk to the slimy git to relieve this stress.

Setting a hardened grimace upon her face, Ginny stormed out of the hotel in search of Draco Malfoy.

After an hour of searching, she had come up empty handed. Sweating, she pushed a lock of damp hair out of her eyes and exhaled, annoyed.

I have used every spell I can think of, she thought angrily. He must have his place Hidden. Stupid Death Eater.

Ginny had been walking around the posh upper-class side of town for sometime, before realizing that he could be anywhere, although it seemed unlikely that he would have taken up residence on Lower Island.

Still, she had checked and turned up with nothing.

Swearing to herself, Ginny began stomping back in the direction of the hotel. At least she could cool down in the water; she looked down at herself, grateful for her choice of a two piece bathing suit and sarong tied around her waist instead of actual clothes.

Ginny froze, thinking of another beach where she had first seen the bastard she was now so eagerly looking for. Tucking her wand in the knot of her sarong, Ginny set her jaw stubbornly and apparated to the private strip of beach she found her first day on the island.


People drink on the beach all the time. Draco thought, toasting himself.

Taking a huge gulp he almost choked when Ginny apparated with a crack before him.

"Starting a little early are we, Malfoy?" Draco was impressed by Ginny's sneer.

"What are you doing here?" he said hoarsely, rubbing his throat.

"I came because I wanted to tell you to leave me alone!" Ginny could hear herself now, and she knew she sounded stupid.

Draco looked confused. "Leave you alone? You didcome looking for me…"

"Shut up!" Ginny yelled, and then, gathering herself under control again she said, "I know. But I just came to tell you that I never want to see you again and to do that you're going to have to leave the island."

"What?!"

"You heard me, or are you too drunk to comprehend anything as simple as a demand?" Ginny crossed her arms and smirked down at his form in the sand, confident in her position.

Draco self-consciously placed the bottle behind his back. "Listen, weasel-bitch, just because you want me to leave doesn't mean I have to, Merlin, didn't your stupid Auror friends teach you about free will?" Draco paused, letting his eyes widen with false feeling. "Oh that's right, they probably don't like that you became…what is it again?" Draco trailed off, amused.

"A. Photographer." Ginny's teeth ground together.

"Right," Draco pushed the bottle farther behind his back. "Well, this had been fun, but I'm tired of being used by you for your little games so next time Eddie doesn't satisfy, please don't come bothering me."

Ginny's mouth dropped open and Draco relished in the satisfaction that was a good insult.

"What?!" it was her turn to choke out. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means that I know you, weasel. I know your type. Got a thing for pain, do you? Well I really can't be held to the beck and call of a pain-whore, so please apparate away or something."

Ginny couldn't control herself any longer. "You have no idea what you are talking about!" She shrieked. "And what, pray tell, does Eddie have to do with any of this?"

Draco gave up on trying to hide the drink behind his back and fixed Ginny with a cold stare. "Well he's a Death-ACK!"

Draco clutched at his throat for a second time, but turning blue in the process.

"What's the matter, Malfoy, ferret got your tongue?" Ginny giggled at herself.

As soon as Draco stopped trying to tell Ginny about Eddie being a Death Eater, the invisible choke hold went away.

Ginny looked down at her enemey. "A what? A Death…what? A Death Eater? Oh come on Malfoy."

"It's true," Draco rasped, throat burning. "I just can't tell you about it."

"I don't give a fuck about what you can and can't tell me! And he's not a fucking Death Eater you stupid drunk, you probably just made that up! And I have no idea what you are getting on about this 'pain' thing. I had a perfectly nice time with Eddie the other night, and just because he hasn't written back to me…"

Draco shrugged. He was getting bored of this whole situation and he wanted out. Plus, he was running low on rum. He looked up to see if Ginny would notice if he took the last couple of swigs from the bottle.

But Ginny wasn't looking at him. She was now clearly thinking about the fact that Eddie hadn't written to her, her face was flushed from their yelling but her eyes were now downcast, and there was a slight frown on delicate face.

Draco felt something stir in the pit of his stomach. He hoped it was the alcohol.

"Well I-I'm sure he just has-hasn't had the time, you know…" Ginny trailed off into a whisper and looked determinedly towards the ocean, hair blowing backwards off her face. She wasn't going to let Draco see her cry.

He suddenly took a step towards her.

Ginny refused to move back this time and fiercely stood her ground. Looking up stubbornly into his eyes, Ginny mean to dare him to do his worst and she was expecting to meet a gaze of pure loathing and anticipated violence.

Instead, the girl was met with a curious expression; one filled with…reckless abandon? Now Ginny was worried: if it had been anger she would have been fine, she was expecting hate. Anything but this look that was foreign to her as it appeared on her opponents face.

Draco suddenly reached out and pinned her arms to her side, bodies held apart by his arm length.

Ginny thought he was going to break her arms this time and wriggled to reach for her wand.

Feeling the movement, Draco bent to cover the distance between them and placed his lips, quite forcefully, on her. To still her movements, he would tell himself later. He didn't want to get hexed again.

Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley stood there for a moment, bodies not touching, Ginny's eyes open wide in shock, Draco's squeezed tightly shut.

Ginny gained a hold of her brain again and protested the action taking place and Draco, apparently coming to his senses as well, released her in shock. But before he could hide it, Ginny saw the soft look in his deep grey eyes. Draco looked like he was trying to find his voice.

"Listen…I...weasel…"

Ginny had heard enough, she slapped him hard on both cheeks.

That helped him find what he was trying to say. "You whore," Draco snarled, holding one of his cheeks.

Ginny ignored this comment; she had the upper hand at the moment: Draco was in the wrong. "I'm the whore?" Ginny laughed without humor. "No, I don't think so. Who was the one who just…" She couldn't bring herself to say kissed. "Threw himself at me?"

Ginny just turned and started to walk away, already berating herself for coming to the beach. "I'm tired of your games, Malfoy," she said over her shoulder. "So stop fucking with my head."

Draco was looking after her; slightly bend over as if he'd been punched in the gut. "Well, this never would have happened if you weren't such a slut!" he called after her. "You probably enjoyed it you're so desperate!"

Ginny laughed again before disapparating. Enjoyed it! As if!

But she couldn't explain why her lips were still tingling.


Draco watched her leave, his mind reeling. How could he have just kissed the Weasley girl? He was disgusted with himself, even more so than he was with all the alcohol. He was dirty, contaminated, and yet…

And yet he had liked the feeling of her lips against his, even if for the briefest moment. And she had kissed him back if only a little bit.

What a slut, he thought. Yes, that was it. It had to be it. If she wasn't so fucking desperate and lonely looking…What a bitch. What a whore for leading me on like that! Draco knew it had been a long time since he had felt the pleasure of a woman's body and the rum had made him weak.

But, a tiny voice slithered into the back of his mind. Why did you like it so much?

"I didn't!" He called out loud to the empty air around him. "I didn't like it!"

The ocean waved in reply, lapping softly at the sand.

Whose head was it anyway?

Where the hell had that voice come from?

Worst vacation ever, he thought with some mild humor.

Exhausted, he fell back into the sand and absentmindedly traced his lips until he passed out.


Back in her hotel room, Ginny was shaking with rage. No man had ever violated her that much before! And they last person she was expecting that kind of vile behavior from was Malfoy, even if it was from the ferret himself.

Merlin, Ginny thought, hands in fists. Why didn't I curse him to death right then and there?

Because you kissed him back.

Ginny felt like vomiting.

She had forgotten about that part. Why oh why did I have to do that? And why won't my arms and lips stop tingling?

She couldn't think anymore. She didn't want to think anymore.

She decided to go for a swim. The cool water would help clear her head and maybe help her forget for a while.

Exiting the building and crunching though the white sand, Ginny lifted her face up to the sun.

She had realized yesterday that being in the tropical sun had only made her freckles explode exponentially on her skin instead of covering them up but she found that she didn't mind. And she certainly didn't care right now.

All she felt like doing was floating in the water, watching the clouds as the sun slowly descended beyond the horizon, chased by a darkening sky that echoed her dark mood.