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Yeeeey! Hope you're all good and that you enjoyed the last chapter, everyone seemed more bothered about smut! Lol! I cant say I blame you though, it is fantastic, although I meant this isn't a smut fic, but of course there is going to be SOME smut haha! Also sorry for the long gap between updates, this week has been insane! Read and review peeps! Blue
Chapter twelve: Shopping
It was very dark in the 6th year girls bathroom. Candles were floating gently over a hot bubble bath. Long red tresses floated seaweed like in the water as the youngest Weasley lay there, feeling very relaxed indeed. She let out a long, soft sigh as the water soothed her tired muscles. It was about 1 o'clock in the morning, the usual time Ginny would have what she would call her 'reflective bath' when she was sure to be alone.
'Just what I need…' Ginny thought, gently sponging herself down whilst the ghost of a smile played around her lips. Today had been a very long and filthy one indeed. Her last subject of the day had been Herbology and today's task had been an absolute nightmare! They had been set the duty of rounding up and destroying the mammoth slugs that had invaded professor Sprouts herbal plants patch. The herbs used were for potions for the hospital wing, and Sprout had joked to them all that slugs had some kind of instinctive knowledge of which plants they shouldn't touch, which of course made them want them even more.
She placed her hands gently on her hips, her fingertips barely grazing her soft skin on the same spot that a certain Slytherin had gently caressed yesterday morning. Ginny felt a small "O" escape as she remembered their steamy encounter. She still couldn't believe what was happening! Draco Malfoy, sworn enemy of the Weasleys, was grinding her against stone walls and pressing himself as well as his other slightly smaller self against her – Ginny bloody Weasley! A smirk flew across her beautiful face as Ginny remembered what he had said to her:
That she was beautiful.
Flawless.
Perfect. A Weasley… perfect. Talk about praise from upon high!
Ginny let out a small giggle and biting her lip in a provocatively, she let her finger tips slowly wonder downwards… down and down and down towards the source of the pulse that had sent her into such a frenzy, she thought she'd soared to heaven. A small gasp escaped her lips as she gently reached down into nature's most beautiful flower and gently began to probe inside, her fingers inexperienced at first, but settling into a slow rhythm Ginny soon found her way.
She imagined Dracos tongue against her own, caressing her, tasting her, wanting her. Oh Merlin what she wouldn't give to have him here right now… touching her in her private, sacred place. Ginny could feel the pulse increasing as she imagined Draco nibbling her ear… and then slowly, teasingly moving down her delicate neck… then her collarbone. She bit her lip coyly as she pictured his tongue licking her hot skin on her sternum before placing gentle butterfly kisses on her breasts, working his way up and up towards her deep pink nipple.
"Oh Merlin…" she murmured gently as she felt the pulse accelerate and send a hot flush of scorching pleasure throughout her body, her flower gently closing around her slender fingers… Ginny could see Dracos face hover in her mind, his silver eyes boring into her own as he lay on top of her, she squeezed her fingers once more, imagining him letting out a groan of pleasure…. Something seemed to stir within as she pictured their bodies entwining, it felt primitive, and instinctual. She knew she needed it… this feeling… to have him inside her.
"Ginny?"
'SHIT!' she thought to herself, taking her hand swiftly away and sitting upright in the bath as the door creaked gently open. She looked back over her shoulder at her friend Sarah, who was looking slightly sheepish yet unmistakably desperate. "What's up hun?" Ginny asked quietly, trying not to blush.
"Sorry to disturb you babe but I really need the loo… time of the month," Sarah said, rolling her eyes in annoyance. Ginny smiled knowingly and pulled the plug out of the bath, the water level slowly dropping. A small smirk crept onto her face as she turned away, she felt bizarrely excited.
"Can you pass me my robe please?" she asked, holding a hand out over her shoulder, the smile turning to a full grin as she pictured Dracos face one more time. The other girl threw it to her and Ginny pulled it on before taking her towel from the towel rail and wrapping it expertly around her head.
"Thanks Gin, sorry to disturb your bath, I know you have them at this time to avoid these kind of interruptions but I guess mother nature doesn't take a back seat to anyone," Sarah said with a smile of thanks as Ginny passed her and stepped out into the gloomy room. Letting out a small breath of relief, she climbed onto her bed and slowly drew the curtains around the four-poster, enclosing herself in darkness. Gently she took off the bathrobe and sat naked on her bed, her flesh turning all goosy as the cold washed over her.
Ginny let out a small snort of laughter as she thought about how she was almost caught exploring her body, something she had only done a few times in her life. However, tonight she had needed some specific touch, something that would awaken her body the way Draco had done. She smiled to herself once more as she remembered that Draco had reacted to her touches with groans of pleasure. She couldn't believe that she, Ginny Weasley, could have that kind of effect on anybody!
'Let alone a notorious sex god…' she mused to herself, before pulling a concerned face. Dracos reputation intimidated her slightly, he probably knew his way around her body better then she even did, and Ginny felt herself scowl as she imagined all the other girls that had probably been backed provocatively up against walls - and that had been in his bed. Was she simply his next catch of the day? The thought had crossed her mind many times since Draco had shown an interest in her. Ginny felt her heart ache sadly and strangely she felt a small pain, ebbing away just below her stomach. Frowning she gingerly rubbed it, knowing that her period was due soon. 'Great, I've got cramps…' she thought to herself as gradually the pain washed away.
'What does he see in me…'? Ginny wondered, taking her hands from her stomach and unwrapping the towel on her head, letting her wild curls fall all around her naked shoulders. Scanning the bed she spotted the black t-shirt that Draco had helped her into, and heaving a contented sigh she pulled it on, her nostrils suddenly filled with the scent of him. The scent made her heart pound in delight, as well as the pulse between her legs throb gently. She gave a small lopsided grin as she thought about what he said yesterday,
"I was thinking it would be an honour to have the most beautiful girl on my arm…"
Had he truly meant it? Ginny knew that she was by no means ugly, but had she underestimated herself? Letting out a weary sigh the redhead lay down and slowly drifted off to sleep, her mind deciding whether Draco Malfoy was interested purely in her, or her pure body.
IIIIIIIIII
"So what kind of dress are you thinking about getting?" Hermione asked the youngest Weasley as she watched her pull on some denim jeans and place her feet delicately in her white ballet pumps. She sighed as she looked longingly at her slender legs, generous curves and completely beautiful face. Truly she was a beauty.
Ginny pulled a contemplative face whilst running some clear lip-gloss over her full rosebud red lips. "I'm not sure really, I want something classy I know that, I'm not sure about the colour though… how about you hun?"
"I'm not sure either, I need your advice I think, Merlin knows Ron won't be able to help!" she said with a laugh. Ginny pulled a small face.
"The lads aren't coming are they Mione? I thought this was going to be some quality time for you and me?" she asked with a pout, placing her hands questioningly on her hips. Hermione gave a sheepish smile.
"Well, I kinda said that he could come… Ron wants to make sure I don't buy a dress that's too… well… tarty…" she finished with a sigh, rolling her eyes to the heavens. Ginny let out a tiny groan.
"Oh Mione, I don't want Ron to be a third wheel whilst we shop!" she said with a sigh, looking at her friend pleadingly. Hermione bit her lip and slowly looked around the room. Ginny watched her with a feeling of dread, 'oh please don't say what I think you're going to say…'
"Well I said that Harry could come along too, I mean, he is going with you to the ball and I guess he wants to spend some time with you before then…" Hermione said, trying not to look too excited. Ginny stared at her for a moment before biting her own lip and feeling her face turn crimson. Her eyes flickered to the rose on her bedside table before she brought them back to the inquisitive orbs of her friend.
"You…you are going with Harry… aren't you Gin?…" she asked quietly, dreading her answer. The redhead turned back to the mirror her heart thumping in her ears as she thought about Draco and how he had managed to convince her. She still hadn't told Harry she was no longer going with him, it was something that she had been dreading all weekend. Ginny flicked her eyes to her friends face in the mirror; a look of disappointment had clouded her features.
"No, actually… I'm not…" she said barely above a whisper, looking away, unable to watch the sad look on Hermiones face.
"But… I thought you were! I heard Harry ask you the other day! You said yes! y-"
Ginny looked up slowly as she heard her friend stop mid sentence. She swallowed nervously as she beheld her horrified face.
"Its him isn't it? Malfoy." She said quietly her eyes boring into Ginnys. The redhead felt her face redden again and shame forced her to look away. Suddenly Hermione was on her feet and within seconds she was beside Ginny spinning her roughly around to face her, a look of pure disappointment on her pretty face.
"Gin how could you do this? To Harry of all people? He's been looking forward to this ball ever since you agreed to go with him, he can't stop talking about it…" she said with a sombre tone, her eyes miserable as she beheld the younger girl. Ginny looked away, unable to behold the sadness in Hermiones brown eyes. She felt guilty, but at the same time she felt in unexplainable sense of rage over take her. Scowling suddenly she turned away from the older girl and walked over to the window, looking absently out into the world.
"Look, I know Harry will be disappointed and I know that he may never forgive me if he found out who I was going with, but things are just so up in the air right now I don't know what to say, or how to feel. Mione, please just trust me on this one. I got myself into this, and I'll get myself out. I know you don't like Draco, and I cant blame you the way he talks to you, but Draco has seen something in me that Harry has seen too late. Please Mione… let me make my own mistakes." Ginny said silently, heaving a sigh as she turned to face the older girl. Hermione stared at her for a few moments before letting out a wary sigh of her own and walking over to the window and taking the redhead gently in her arms.
"Gin, I love you hunny, and I don't want to see you hurt. Nevertheless, I wont see Harry hurt either. I'm staying firmly out of this and if Harry asks me who you're going with then I wont lie." She whispered into Ginnys ear, causing her to bite her lips nervously. "By the way, what are you going to tell him? He will want to know who you're going with instead…."
Ginny sighed deeply. "I think I've already got that covered. I spoke to Colin earlier - "
"You spoke to COLIN about it! Well what did he say? Does h - "
"Mione!" Ginny said loudly over her gabbles. "I've told him that I'm going with someone from another house, but I asked if he would tell everyone that I'm going with him as it's a bit of a secret." She continued, pulling herself out of Hermiones embrace and plonking herself roughly down on the bed. "But I still don't know how me and Draco will survive the ball, every one will recognise us and I don't know what will happen!" she added meekly, her beautiful face instantly filled with worry. Hermione studied the redhead for a few second before walking over and crouching in front of her, gently taking hold of her soft hands.
"You wont have to worry about that Gin, we decided the theme this afternoon…" she whispered, pulling a resigned face. Ginny glanced up into Hermiones eyes; her own filled with avid curiosity. "It was Malfoys idea actually… I think I know now why he chose it…." She added with a small smirk. The redhead nodded eagerly, her eyes wide. "The ball is going to be a masquerade." She whispered gently, a small grin forming on her lips despite herself.
Ginny felt a happy smile wash onto her face. A masquerade, how perfect! This way she would be able to go with Draco and remain, well, almost anonymous. "Hermione, this is brilliant!" she giggled excitedly, squeezing her hands in glee and jumping up off the bed, releasing the other girls hands and grabbing her purse. Hermione tittered at Ginnys behaviour, feeling happy for her friend as well as slightly troubled.
"Gin, I hope this is what you really want. I don't want to see you hurt, and if that evil bastard does hurt you then I'm going to hex his ass into hell." The brunette said matter-of-factly, grabbing her own purse and looping an arm through Ginnys.
"Don't worry Mione, I'm a big girl, I can handle myself." She replied, smiling sweetly at her as they walked down to the common room to meet the boys who had been waiting patiently by the fireside.
"Ready to go I see… at last," Ron huffed, taking hold of Hermiones hand. Ginny smiled pleasantly at him before turning to Harry, who was watching her with a tender look. Biting her lip in apprehension she turned slowly away from him and led the group out of the common room, dreading the moment she would actually pluck up the courage to let down a boy who was like a brother to her.
IIIIIIIIII
"Oh look at this one Mione, it's so gorgeous!"
"Oh Gin, come and see this one, its totally you."
"Will you hurry up and pick already! BLOODY HELL!" Ron grumbled, his back aching from the wooden chair he had been sat on for the last 3 hours. Harry let out another small snore from beside him, his head resting against the hip of a nearby mannequin. Ginny rolled her eyes at them and went over to her friend, her eyes taking in the hundreds of beautiful dresses as she did so.
She gasped as she saw the dress. It was totally her. Totally.
Ginny ran her fingers over the soft forest green fabric, admiring the subtle golden stitching in wonder. It was so perfect. The dress was so wonderfully feminine, the cut baby doll in nature reminding Ginny of the Greek Goddesses she had read about in a muggle book. It had a halter necktie, which was about the thickness of a shoelace and crisscrossed when it reached the main fabric of the dress. The bust was tight fitting and would accentuate her breasts wonderfully before falling gracefully down her body and lightly skimming the floor.
"Oh Mione… this is stunning… thank you…" she gasped, taking it from her and rushing into the changing room. "Check the one that's hanging up by the mirror, it's a Hermione dress for sure!" she shouted behind the curtain, stripping off and pulling the dress carefully on. The older girl laughed in amusement at her friend's excitement before examining the dress. Ginny was right, it was her!
It was a soft black velvet ball gown dress that clung to every curve from the looks of it was hanging there looking rather elegant indeed. There was silver sequins forming a Y shape along the bust line and down the middle, each one glittering subtly in the light. There were no straps, and a black bodice formed the main means of support and below that the skirt of the dress billowed out in all directions, looking supremely muggle princess. She looked over to Ron for an opinion but was met by complete silence as Ron too had nodded off, his head resting peacefully on Harry's shoulder.
"Men!" she whispered, rolling her eyes and taking the beautiful gown into the changing rooms to see how it fitted.
30 minutes later and 100 galleons lighter, the foursome made their way down the main village street and took a left into the three broomsticks, the best public house in all of Hogesmeade. As they walked in Madame Rosemerta grinned cheerfully at them all from behind the bar and came around the oaken counter to give Harry a friendly hug.
"You all look wonderful, especially you Harry love, you look more and more like James each day, Merlin rest his soul," she said, squeezing Harry into her buxom chest. Ginny giggled behind her hand and nudged Hermione in the arm who sniggered evilly behind her hand as she beheld Harrys embarrassed facade.
"We'll go and get a table whilst you two, er, get some drinks," Hermione said with a smile, leading the way towards a table near the far wall. Ginny glanced around the pub and saw that about 30 other girls all had shopping bags similar in size to hers. Some seventh year Ravenclaws near the bar all had large designer bags that Ginny recognised to be from Madame Colletts Boutique, an expensive shop located next to the village hall.
Hermione sat herself down in the farthest booth, placing the bags gently under the table as Ginny scooted around to sit next to her. "So, have you told him yet?" the older girl asked quietly, whilst giving a small wave to Dean and Seamus who were seated nearby.
Ginny frowned slightly. "No I haven't… I just can't find the right time to bring it up…."
"Are you sure that's the real reason?" Hermione asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Yes Mione, I just… well…" Ginny faltered, pulling a sheepish face. "Its just hard to reject someone that's all. I mean, I know he's going to be angry but the sooner I do it the sooner he can get over it…" Ginny whispered, guilt gently ebbing away at her.
"There you guys are, we wondered where you had gotten off to…" Harry said, pulling himself through the crowd, trying not to spill the tankards held firmly in his hands. "Here you go Gin," he added, taking a seat next to her and placing a foaming tankard before her before granting her a handsome smile. Ginny smiled weakly back before taking a large gulp of the golden drink, her eyes skimming vaguely around the pub.
The boy who lived eyed her wearily, noticing that she was careful only to look his way every so often. 'Something's up…' he thought to himself, worry slowly working itself onto his chest.
"Erm, are you okay Gin?" he asked under his breath whilst Hermione and Ron started a conversation/debate about what they were going to do in the Christmas holidays. Ginny bit her lip slightly before pulling a fretful face. She slowly looked up into his concerned eyes, feeling absolutely rotten with herself.
"Actually there is… its all my fault really…" she started, letting out a weary sigh for effect. Harry raised a concerned eyebrow, willing her to continue. "Its about the ball… I forgot that Colin had asked me before you did Harry and when you asked me I guess I was so stunned that you were asking me that I said yes with out thinking and forgot all about poor Colin," she said, letting out a small, nervous laugh. Harry nodded slowly, not liking where this was leading at all.
"So… you're telling me that you're actually going with Colin," he said slowly, a small frown knotting his brow. Ginny placed her hand gently on his in what she hoped was a reassuring way, before bringing her eyes up to meet his emerald ones.
"I'm sorry Harry, I know I shouldn't have forgotten about poor Colin and then let you down too, but you know, I guess I was so surprised that you wanted to take me that it slipped my mind…" she whispered, biting her lip coyly. Harry felt his heart give a small jolt at her shyness; maybe he would be in for a chance after all. Placing his other hand gently on hers, he gave her a kind smile and flickered his eyes down to her lips, trying with all his might not to lean forwards and taste them – Merlin knows that he wanted to! A small cough came from Ginnys left and she felt a feeling of dread envelope her… 'Don't turn around Ginny…'
Harry raised his glass and quickly drained the rest of the golden liquid. "Don't worry about it Gin, Colin's one of your best friends, and I know we haven't been especially close since we've been back at school…" he whispered trailing off, and looking down at their entwined hands. "Just as long as I can have the first dance I'll be happy…" he whispered with a shy smile, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of her hand.
Ginny smiled meekly, Merlin she felt so guilty. 'You better appreciate this Draco Malfoy…' she thought to herself as she nodded kindly and allowed Harry to plant a small kiss on the back of her hand before he released it and stood up to get another drink from the bar. Ginny watched him go feeling rotten with herself. Harry was like a brother to her, and she was lying to him so she could go with somebody who hated his guts.
Draining the rest of her tankard Ginny tried not to look up to her left where she knew that a pair of silver eyes were boring right into her, delighted at the conversation she had just had, and furious that Potter had touched her. Letting out a small sigh she thumbed the handle of the tankard, 'well at least he took it ok…' she thought to herself, watching as Harry greeted Neville and Luna at the bar and offered to buy them both a drink.
Draco felt his heart ache jealously as he watched her stare after Potter before turning back with a sad look on her face to Hermione, who was whispering in her ear. He frowned slightly as he watched her somewhat sombre expression. Surely she wasn't feeling guilty for letting the scar head down? Feeling another twinge of jealousy and sweeping a hand through his hair, he regretfully turned back to his friends. Draining his glass he swore to himself that by the end of the day he would have the redhead snugly in his arms, making her forget all about the boy who lived.
Another chappie finished! Sorry again it took a few days, things have been hectic I swear! You know the drill, read and review!
