A/N: This one was hard to write for some reason, but once I started, I couldn't stop. Harry makes an appearance in this chapter for those of you who love him like I do.

Disclaimer: I had one fabulous weekend with Draco and now he's back with J.K. along with the rest of the characters. Sad. I know.

Weasel Vs. Malfoy Chapter 10

"Your having sex dreams about Draco Malfoy?"

"Sshhhhh!" Ginny flapped her hands at Colin frantically, glancing around nervously as if the subject would suddenly pop up out of nowhere.

"Why don't you just grab the megaphone and announce it to the whole library!" The nervous redhead whispered fervently to her companion.

Colin sniggered merrily behind his hands, suppressing his obvious mirth at Ginny's discomfort.

"Wow, Gin, that's fresh, wait til I tell—"

"Oh no you don't, Colin, you are one of my best friends and this is knowledge that I am entrusting with you and you only. You will not tell a soul, witch, wizard or ghost or so help me I will send the family ghoul after you to haunt you forever, do I make myself clear?"

Colin gulped, eyes wide and nodded vigorously. Ginny had risen out of her seat in her fervor and she cautiously backed down into her chair again, glancing around nervously once more for any possible eavesdroppers.

"And anyway, it doesn't mean anything. I bet you tons of girls have— naughty dreams about Malfoy."

Colin raised his eyebrows.

"I mean… oh shit, never mind!" Ginny's forehead hit the table with an audible thump and Madam Pince scowled as Colin pursed his lips, vainly trying to suppress his laughter.

"Look Ginny, it's okay. Malfoy saved you from a horrible ordeal. He's Head Boy, fairly attractive I suppose, a Quidditch player and captain, and he's shown an interest in you lately. It's no wonder you're having steamy raunchified dreams about him."

Ginny didn't know whether to be more horrified that Colin thought the situation was justified or that he had just said 'raunchified.'

She eventually settled for glaring and Colin sighed. He seemed to do that a lot around his ginger haired friend lately.

"Have you talked to Hermione about this?"

Ginny stared at Colin reproachfully.

"Are you mad? Don't answer that," Ginny amended seeing the look on Colin's face.

Colin smirked. Ginny scowled.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" Colin looked confused.

"Smirk."

This just caused Colin to smirk again and Ginny fought the impulse to punch him.

"Why? Because it makes you want to shag me senseless like another bloke who-shall-remain-nameless that likes to smirk?"

This time the look on Ginny's face sent Colin over the edge and he promptly fell out of his chair in exuberance at the exact moment Ginny stood up to storm out.

!#$&

Two hours later found Ginny sulking in the corner of the common room, pretending to read her assignment in her Transfiguration text. Her delicate features were contorted into a grimace as she regarded her jumbled emotions.

"You're just in damsel in distress mode. You were wooed by his heroism that's all. Any girl would feel the same way you do. It'll pass. You do not want Draco Mal—"

"Ahem."

Ginny started. She had been so engrossed in her own thoughts she had not noticed the tall shadow that was looming above her. The said shadow was currently staring bemusedly behind bespectacled emerald eyes at her.

"What are you thinking so hard about Gin?"

"N—Nothing." Ginny stammered, silently cursing herself for sounding guilty. "I was catching up on some reading."

She tried to smile convincingly but the smile faltered as Harry grabbed the book she was holding and turned it right side up, the amusement never leaving his face. She had been holding the book upside down. Oops.

"Kind of hard to read when the text is upside down," Harry replied grinning.

He took a seat next to her and nudged her shoulder affectionately with his own.

"Now tell me what's on your mind."

Ginny massaged her temples tiredly and replied, "Trust me you really don't want to know."

"Try me."

Ginny smiled ruefully at her ex-boyfriend. It really was hard to think of him that way. Most girls hated their exes and had weird voo doo dolls of them with pins sticking out of them in their closets. But Harry was just so sweet. She could tell him almost anything.

Almost.

"It's nothing Harry. I'm just shaken up from the whole Pansy thing that's all."

Harry's handsome face creased at the mention of Pansy.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about that."

"Uh Oh," Ginny thought as she tensed. She did not want to talk about Pansy right now.

"But if you don't want to talk about it now, it's alright." Harry must have sensed Ginny's discomfort of the subject, for he changed it abruptly.

"I feel like I haven't seen or talked to you in so long Gin. And having that happen to you right under mine and Ron's nose doesn't exactly make me feel better about it."

"There is nothing you guys could've done, don't blame yourselves." Ginny rubbed Harry's back reassuringly. It was odd how the tables had turned so quickly. Suddenly Ginny was the one comforting Harry.

Harry looked as if he wanted to say something about that but seemed to think the better of it and nodded solemnly. The two sat in silence for a moment, Ginny leaning her head against Harry's shoulder, just enjoying each others presence, and Ginny marveled at how normal it felt. No weird mixed messages, no jumbled emotions, no life threatening situations. It was just her and her friend Harry.

Her thoughts continued to wander to how Harry's cologne smelled and how the smell didn't give her the heady sensation of Draco's and how Harry's touch didn't send searing hot embers to her flesh and how his breath in her hair didn't send chills up her spine…

"Harry."

"Hmm?"

"I need to go." Ginny stood up.

She had made up her mind.

"What? What's wrong?" The hurt in Harry's tone did not go unnoticed by Ginny and Ginny felt a pang of regret. She really had been neglecting him lately. Hermione too. But that could wait. They'd wait until she was ready to talk to them. Right now there were more pressing matters at hand.

"I just remembered I have to uh… go send an owl." The excuse was lame she knew, but it was all Ginny could think of.

Harry nodded, accepting the dismissal and let her go. When Ginny was about a foot from the portrait hole however, Harry called out to her.

"Don't be a stranger Ginny."

Ginny smiled genuinely in his direction before disappearing.

!#$&

It was only thanks once again to Fred and George's vast knowledge of the castle that Ginny came to stand in front of the Head Boys quarters. But this is also where Ginny found her dilemma. She didn't know the password. It was only out of fear that she would be caught loitering that she took a leaf out of Harry's book and started randomly spewing passwords at the suit of armor.

"Malfoy? No didn't think so. Slytherins rule? Too lame. Green and Silver forever?" Ginny actually laughed out loud at herself for that one.

"I hate mudbloods." She grimaced at the word.

"Quidditch? Too Harry. Chocolate frogs? Too Dumbledore. Pork chops? Too Ron."

Ginny was starting to get flustered.

"Oh hell, this was a bad idea." Ginny was about to give up and storm away mumbling about pureblooded gits when the suit of armor gave a shudder. Ginny froze.

"Pureblood?"

The suit of armor shuddered again and inched aside revealing a wooden lever behind it.

Ginny pulled the lever dubiously and the wall next to it slid aside.

"Are you kidding me?" Ginny wondered aloud but trudged forward when the wall started to slide back. Inside the wall was a well lit passage lined with torches that seemed to flicker mockingly at her.

At the end of the passage way there was a tapestry with the Slytherin logo emblazoned on the front. Sweeping the tapestry aside Ginny marched straight into what she would imagine would be the mini version of the Slytherin common room. She was about to smirk at the décor when a wall to her left slid open suddenly, revealing a cloud of steam and a dripping wet Draco Malfoy in nothing but wet hair and towel.

If Ginny wanted to jump him before, it was nothing compared to the tightening she felt in her abdomen at the sight of him dripping wet, and clad only in a fluffy green towel.

Draco didn't seem to notice her at first. He had come out with one hand holding the towel around his waist in place and the other hand was occupied with a smaller towel drying off his hair which obscured his vision of the rest of the room. He threw the towel aside at last and froze.

Ginny's breath caught and she was suddenly unsure of the situation. All of a sudden she had no idea why or what she was doing here. All she knew was that ten minutes ago while she was sitting with Harry, he was all she could think about, and now that he was before her in all his drippy wet, Slytherin Sex God glory she could not think of a single thing to do or say.

"Weasley?"

The disbelief in his tone was the shock Ginny needed. She gulped.

"Hello Malfoy."

"How did you get in here?"

"Guessed your password."

"What?"

Ginny steeled herself. She had gotten herself into this situation and Merlin be damned if she made herself look like a fool because she acted on an impulse.

"You heard me."

It was becoming increasingly harder for Ginny to focus as the sight of Draco practically naked scorched her vision.

"Yeah, yeah I did. I guess you aren't a complete twit after all eh Weaselette? Which brings me to, what do you want?"

"I was hoping you would ask that, but before I go on would you mind putting some clothes on?" Ginny said.

"No going back now." She thought.

Draco smirked.

"What's wrong Weasel? Don't like what you see?"

"No actually it's quite the opposite. I like it a little too much I think."

He blinked. And for the first time in her life Ginny Weasley witnessed a speechless Draco Malfoy.

"What was that Weasley?"

"You heard me," She repeated, "I. Want. You."

! #$%

Ginny was advancing now and the smoldering look she was sending him was sending electrifying feelings up Draco's legs.

Draco didn't move a muscle. Out of all the ludicrous situations he could think up, this wouldn't have even made the first cut. But the way Ginny was staring at him, like he was a piece of meat, was really starting to turn him on. He knew the littlest Weasley had balls, but this, this was pure lunacy and it was hot.

As if reading his thoughts, Ginny stopped directly in front of him and smirked sexily before darting her tongue out to lick a single drop of water off the side of his mouth.

That broke the ice.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch and suddenly Draco's hands were in Ginny's hair and their tongues were raging a war. Ginny's senses were in overdrive as the scent of Draco's soap overpowered her and drove her over the edge. Her hands were on his chest, his shoulders his still damp hair. All the pent up frustration, anger and confusion the two had ever felt went into that kiss and it was wreaking havoc on Draco's already once repaired room.

Ginny and Draco were spinning around in frenzied zeal, knocking things over in their haste to touch every single inch of each other they could. It was a miracle that Draco's towel stayed intact all this time and it was only that in a heated moment of passion that Ginny's back struck the wall forcefully that the two snapped out of their moment of blind enthusiasm.

They were both panting as they pulled apart from their fierce embrace and stared, both searching the others eyes for any signs of deception. Draco seemed to come to first.

"What are we doing?"

"I don't know," Ginny whispered breathlessly.

"This is wrong."

"I know."

"But I don't think I care."

"Me either."

And they were kissing again. Just as fervently as before, clutching at each other like lost children. This time the back of Ginny's legs found Draco's bed and she gasped against his mouth as she tumbled backwards onto it. Somehow in the midst of their turbulent embrace, they had stumbled into Draco's bedroom. Draco's hands immediately plunged under Ginny's shirt and roved over her breasts. Ginny's back arched into his palms automatically and she was mesmerized at how fast her body reacted to him.

Her shirt was soon making acquaintances with Draco's floor as his hands deftly moved on to remove her jeans. He yanked them down her legs swiftly then continued his assault on her lips as his tongue worked its magic and his hands lit her body aflame with desire. Ginny moaned into his lips as his hands found her sensitive nipples under the cup of her bra and whimpered when he released his contact with her. She heard Draco chuckle suddenly.

"It's a shame that I just got out of the shower, when I'm about to engage in the dirtiest of sins and ravage you senseless." He said this with his lips pressed against her hip which caused the vibrations to seep into Ginny's most sensitive areas.

"Draco."

"Hmm?"

"Shut up." Ginny gasped.

Draco happily obliged.

A/N: The next chapter is going to be why this is a rated M fic. I will try to give fair warning when I do this so here it is. But you won't get it if you don't review. Evil smile.