Disclaimer: All
characters belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: This takes
place between chapters 3 and 4 (which I haven't posted yet) of "Little
Red". This cookie is rated R for nekkid
Draco!
Ginny made her way from the castle towards the Quiddich
field and the lockers. I can't
believe Professor Snape is making me do this, she thought, I know he
knows that none of us like Malfoy and that he doesn't like any of us
Weasleys. Maybe he just wants to try
and get one of us detention, me probably, she thought sourly and kicked the
ground once for emphasis. Reaching the
locker room she opened the door carefully and poked her head in.
"Um Malfoy?" she said, "are you in
here?"
Not getting a response she opened the door completely and
stepped in. Maybe he's still in the
shower, she thought, I can just leave the note at his locker and I won't
have to see him at all.
Inexplicably cheered and saddened by the thought she looked up at the
names on the lockers closest to her. Potter,
Weasley, this must be the Gryffindor section. Looking back down to the floor she went to the next set of
lockers. Before she could look up and
start checking the names though she bumped into something that went "Oof!"
and felt something hit her legs and then the ground. Something white caught her attention. It was a towel, her eyes moved up to see a pair of well-muscled
legs. Ginny wasn't sure if she wanted
it to be Harry or Draco. Next her eyes
saw thighs. Why doesn't he say
anything? she thought feeling her face suddenly get warm. She thought of closing her eyes until her
head was level but some imp of the perverse wouldn't let her. Thighs lead to hips and...other things that
seemed to be responding to her scrutiny.
Oh my, thought Ginny feeling herself get redder, he certainly
has..um...balls. If her mother knew what she was looking at right now she
would just go over the moon. It would
be worse than when she discovered Fred and George trying to start their joke
business in their sixth year. As her eyes roamed higher she saw a tight stomach
and a VERY well defined chest, partially covered by a set of crossed arms. Ginny almost looked back down again as she
suddenly realized who it was that she was ogling but made herself look the
person in the face. It was Draco.
"Looked your fill Weasley?" his voice was filled
with his usual sarcasm but it was slightly hoarse and his face was
uncharacteristically flushed.
Ginny's mouth was dry, "This is for you from Professor
Snape," she croaked shoving the parchment at Draco. Not waiting for him to take it she let got
and fled the room. Outside the locker
room she leaned against the wall of the building and breathed deeply. She sat there for a moment waiting for her
furious blushing to abate. There is
no way I am going into the common room looking like this, she thought, Ron
would kill Draco and then he would kill me.
Inside Draco leaned over to retrieve the parchment Ginny had
dropped in her haste and the towel that had fallen when she crashed into
him. Why didn't I say anything?
he thought, I never thought having a girl just look at me would do this to
me, or was it that it was Ginny that was looking at me that did it? He banged his head against his locker
door. Just the memory of the look in
Ginny's eyes was enough to make him uncomfortable again. Turning around and
resting his back against the locker he looked up at the ceiling and sighed. What
I am I going to do now? The ceiling
had no answers so he turned around and began dressing.
