A/N: Thank you so much, Savannah, for your review! This one's for you!

She had been trailing him for nearly an hour now, waiting to strike. He'd stayed in the main hallways, peeking around corners and searching the shadowy halls. He seemed to be looking for something, moving swiftly about the castle with a determined set to his jaw.

It was when Draco finally ducked his head into a darkened classroom that Ginny made her move. She shoved him from behind and he stumbled to the floor. Immediately, Ginny was on top of him. Using her hips and a hand on his back to pin him as Bill had taught her as a child, she grabbed his wand and held it against his cheek as she had done to Tom. He was just like him, she told herself.

"Where is it?" she demanded. The room was dark except for the glow of the moon and stars in the window. She couldn't see his face, only feel the warmth of his body beneath hers.

"Tell me."

"You realize, you have assaulted a prefect," Draco snapped but he didn't sound angry. There was something in his voice that made her heart begin to pound.

Ginny swallowed. "I'm merely recovering a stolen item from a thief."

Draco was silent. Her eyes were beginning to adjust enough to the dark that she could see the outline of his pale face and the way the shadows crowded beneath the arch of his delicate bones. She unconsciously lessened the pressure of the wand against his cheek.

"Give it back and I'll return your wand."

Still Draco was silent. His breathing was starting to come more quickly.

"Draco," she started and stopped. The thick sound that had been in his voice was now in hers too. Suddenly, Draco twisted his body so that Ginny was straddling his hips. Ginny drew in a sharp breath as she felt him harden beneath her. She shifted—to get off him, she told herself—and felt his hardness press between her legs in a way that made her draw in another sharp breath. Then she was moving again, pressing down as firmly as she could until she heard Draco's breath hitch.

What was she doing?

"Where is the baslik's tooth?" she demanded, her voice low and thick. She rolled her hips against his and they both made a breathy sound. Ginny had never done anything like this before. With Harry and Dean, they kissed but it held more of an innocence. A flash of last night's dream threatened at the corners of her mind but she did her best to ignore it. The pulsing below her belly helped to drown it out.

Draco's hands tightened on her hips. "What were you doing with a baslik's tooth?" This time he rolled his hips and she gasped as she followed his movement. There was so much pain in her life, couldn't she have pleasure too?

Letting the pressure of the wand against his cheek fall, Ginny leaned forward and kissed him. There was nothing awkward about this kiss, nothing tentative about the way Draco's tongue entered her mouth. He moved his hips again and pleasure pulsed through her. His hands slid around her waist to cup her seat and pulled her more roughly against him. Ginny struggled to keep hold of the wand as she drew a breath in sharply, then returned the kiss.

It took her a few moments before she regained herself and drew away from his lips, pressing the wand firmly against him again.

"Is it in your room?" she asked, breathlessly.

Draco stared up at her, his chest moving quickly. "It appears you're looking for an excuse to go to my room."

Ginny couldn't help her laugh. She felt his lips turn up in a smile when he tugged her back down for another kiss. Ginny clutched his wand tightly as she wound her other hand into his hair, rolling her hips and enjoying the sounds they both made.

Finally, Ginny broke the kiss. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

Again, Draco was silent, then finally he said, "answers."

"Your Dark Lord has withheld the reasoning behind his tasks for you?" Ginny teased, her voice still thick. At the mentioning of the Dark Lord, fear sliced through her. I know what he tastes like.

Ginny slid off of Draco and pointed the wand more resolutely. Draco pressed up onto his forearms. His eyes looked black in the dark. His shadowed face not the one she was familiar with.

"My Lordwouldn't trifle with the life of a lowly muggle lover."

His words startled her. Did the Dark Lord not know of Tom Riddle's spirit buried inside her? No, more likely Draco didn't know.

"Then why did you take it?"

"I'm a prefect, Weasley, it's my duty to confiscate items stolen from the old Headmaster's Office."

"Where is it now?"

"Tell me why and perhaps I will."

Ginny stood, considering what spell might help her. The Imperious Curse? No, even under duress she wouldn't cast it. She could brew a truth serum but time was limited and considering how upset Tom had been in her last dream, Harry was getting closer to destroying all known horcruxes. Fear shivered through her. What would the Dark Lord do when she was the only one left?

"Weasley?" Draco was standing now too, his face completely shadowed.

Suddenly, she felt very tired. Was there nothing she could do? The Dark Lord could sense his horcruxes, he'd likely be able to find her if she ran. So did she simply stay and wait for him?

Draco's tentative touch pulled her from her thoughts. He tilted her face toward his and kissed her. Not like before. There was still a hunger but there was a gentleness too. She let her thoughts fall away as she brought her arms around him his neck and kissed him back. She dropped his wand to the floor in favor of running her fingers down his chest. A sudden urge to feel his skin struck her as his tongue met hers. She pushed away his robes and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, then helped him slip both off his shoulders. His pale skin glowed beneath her hands, smooth and hard.

She kissed his neck, his chest, down his belly until she knelt before him. She looked up at him and in the shadows, his hair looked dark, his eyes flashed red. Ginny fell back with a startled gasp. The ground felt cool beneath her and her heart hammered, her mind swimming—had she fallen asleep? Was she back in the chambers?

"Ginny?" Draco was crouching before her—and it was Draco. There was concern in his voice and she could see the moon reflecting off his silvery hair.

She placed her hands on the warm skin of his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat as she looked up at him. "Ask for anything else and it's yours."

"Anything?" Draco repeated but there was scorn in his voice. He took a step away from her. "Is Potter so desperate?"

"It's not Harry who's desperate," Ginny replied, and Draco turned back to look at her. "Consider it," she said picking up his wand from the floor and handing it back to him. He took it, his warm fingers lingering against her hand before she pulled away and hurried out of the darkened classroom.