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The Duo: Ginny &Draco
Chapter Three
"I'm looking for dirt."
"Well, blame the house-elves. Now go away."
"No."
"It wasn't a question."
"Ask how much I care."
"I'm sure Professor McGonagall would LOVE to know who's been in my room."
"I'm almost positive that she would enjoy that Slytherin of yours up here as much as I do." He gave her a threatening smile. But while Harry was looking in another corner of the room, Ginny saw the door to her closet silently open. The door creaked, and Harry whipped around, but he wasn't fast enough. He tried to punch right next to the closet, where he figured Draco would be in his invisibility cloak, but to no avail. He was left with a bloody fist full of wood splinters from the wall.
It didn't seem to occur to him, though. He continued to punch his way, careful as to not touch the wall. Harry didn't realize it, but Draco was behind Ginny, kissing her neck and putting his arms around her. When Harry turned around, all he saw was Ginny. She smiled at him sweetly and looked at the door, Angel had just came in.
"What are you two doing up here? It's been fifteen minutes!"
"Nothing." They both said simultaneously.
"Well, Ron's lookin' for ya, Harry. He's in the common room.
"Thanks." He left with his bloody fist behind his back and Lavender passed him on her way up. They stopped and looked at each other, then Lavender proceeded to Ginny and Angel's room. This was the first time Ginny saw Lavender since what had made Ginny dump Harry.
"Ginny, I just wanna say that I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? That you're a slut or that Harry is too selfish?"
"I am not a slut, Ginny."
"Yea, a dick a week is just too boring. I completely agree."
"Ginny…."
"Just go away Lavender, the boys disrespect you and the girls do too. When are you gonna find this out?" Angel replied, instead of Ginny.
"Angela, this is an A-B conversation, C your way out of it." She sneered at Angel and Angel frowned.
"I don't take shit from sluts. But I dish it out." Angel took two long strides up to her and punched her right upside the jaw. Lavender fell down and pulled out her wand, but she was too slow on the uptake. Angel had hers out and pointed at Lavender.
"Bring it, bitch." Angel said in a ghetto-kinda way. She smiled something threatening and Lavender gave a look of deepest loathing to Angel. She ain't gonna mess with someone from New York, especially one raised in it's public schools, and an athlete at that.
"We'll see about that later, mudblood." Lavender got up and left, leaving a giggling Ginny and an Angel that was slowly lowering her wand. When she was sure that Lavender had indeed left, she turned to Ginny and asked about her performance.
"Hunny, you gotta teach me to fight like that!"
"You have to understand. Where I come from, we have NO wandwork at all. So I was raised with these." And she raised her fists into the air.
"Obviously."
"All right, I'll leave you n, him, to it, then." Angel smiled and went out the door. Ginny smiled behind her and looked over to the empty closet. But to no avail. 'He must have not taken his cloak off, yet.' She heard footsteps outside her door again as Draco appeared behind her.
"And Draco, please be more careful?" It was Angel, holding his cloak.
"Thanks, Angela." Draco called after her. She turned around and stared at him, then at Ginny in his arms.
"Call me Angel." She smiled sweetly and left the room.
"Now, where were we?" Draco looked into Ginny's eyes.
"I think you should remind me." She smiled mischievously. He didn't need to be told. He grabbed her ass once again and lifted her onto the bed once more.
His hands remained on her waist and rubbed up her arms, then grabbed her hands around his own neck. After about five minutes, Draco lifted up her shirt and played with her belly button ring some more with his tongue. He slowly worked his way up until he heard Ginny moan. She quickly took off her shirt, bidding him to move on. He smiled at her eyes.
He rolled her over and continued fiddling with her bra straps. He finally managed to get them off and he looked at her questioningly. Ginny closed her eyes, lifted her chin, and nodded. She sat up and put her hands behind her as he slowly took it off, his eyes resting on hers. He wasn't going to gawk at her breasts. It was rude!
He laid her back down and started suckling her. Every once in awhile she would moan and grab the back of his head. He finally kissed her once on the lips and looked her into the eyes. Once more, he kissed her breasts and her belly button. He started playing with her pants and slid them off to reveal her blood-red string-bikini underwear. He smiled. 'Not all sugar, mostly spice.'
He kissed her belly-line. The line that bordered her legs from her belly. She gasped. 'Switch!' Draco thought. He tugged at her panties with his teeth, but Ginny stopped him.
"Not tonight." He could tell that it pained her to say it. She wanted it so bad, but wasn't ready. Draco simply nodded and kissed her again smiling.
She took him under her and straddled him. She adjusted herself so they were perfectly lined up. She slowly molded against his body and he sat up to bring her down. He worked their upper halves, and she worked the lower. Every once in awhile she would let him escape a groan or pleasure and it would make him more fierce.
They laid there, and fell asleep in each other's arms that night. Around eleven, Angel came in and put a locking charm back on the door and smiled at them. She would go to Dean's dorm tonight. Let Draco and Ginny wake up alone. She knew the other two fifth-year girls were with the Hufflepuffs having a sleepover.
That night Angel went up to the boys' dormitories and snuggled next to her sleeping beau, who grabbed her around the waist and kept her warm throughout the cold night.
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The next morning, no one understood why Draco was smiling and just playing with his food. He usually never did that! He would say it were non-chalant to play with food. If you aren't going to eat it, don't take it.
Even more abnormal, though, was that Draco Malfoy was smiling. Smiling! The only time that Draco even came close to smiling was the smirks he produced when he dissed Harry and the Bomb Squad, as he called them.
Only Harry, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Angel knew about them. Ron might've gotten it from Harry, and from Ron Hermione may have gotten her news, but they didn't seem very different, so it was safe to presume that they still were ignorant of it. At least, that's what Ginny figured. Had Harry told Ron, Ron wouldn't be in such a great mood. Had this something to do with Hermione blushing? 'I think so…,' she thought.
"Hermione, a word please?" Hermione looked a little disappointed, but got up none the less. They walked out of the Hall and found a deserted stretch of corridor.
"Hermione….You're hiding something…." Ginny smiled and Hermione blushed something fierce. "Tell me….Ya know ya wanna!" Hermione rolled her eyes and Ginny reached into her pocket. Hermione gasped.
"Hun, this is Veritaserum. One drop is al it takes."
"How'd you make that! It's so difficult that I can't even do it!"
"I've been havin' extra lessons, now don't change the subject! What happened?"
"Well….Let's just say that Ron and I exchanged our V-Cards." She blushed almost purple and suddenly had an urge to check her shoe laces.
"No. What really happened?" Ginny smiled at her and Hermione just stared back.
"Oh. Wow." Ginny forced her jaw back up.
"That's what I said!" Hermione winked at her.
"Oh God, ugh. Don't give me the details! Ugh, mental picture!" She blanched and shut her eyes as hard as she could.
"That's my brother! Why'd you tell me that!"
"You asked!"
"Point taken, change subject, please?" Ginny still had her eyes tightly shut.
"Okay, how's the state of your love life?" Ginny blushed.
"I promise not to tell Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes and Ginny smiled.
"Well, you scared the Hell outta me, so now's my turn." Hermione turned her head, bidding her to go on.
"Hermione, I think you're a lot, a lot, more mature then Ron and Harry, and that you'll please put into consideration." Ginny knew that Hermione would take this as a challenge and as with everything else, try and complete with flying colors. "For the past two months, Draco and I have been hanging out, a lot."
Hermione just stared at her. Did she believe her? It took a minute for the quickest witch in the sixth year to dawn on this. Then it hit her like driving into a concrete wall. She had one word to this effect.
"Explain." She crossed her arms and paused.
"Later, the boys are coming." Ginny saw them coming up from the opposite exit.
Ron came up behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her waist. He then kissed her neck.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hey-history first?"
"Yep."
"I'll talk to you later, Gin." Her and Ron left Harry and Ginny by themselves.
"Ginny, I'm sorry." Harry looked down.
"Sorry for Lavender, sorry for violating me, or sorry for crashing into my room?"
"Sorry for everything-but please try to see my side of it?" Ginny looked at him, questioning his ignorance.
"I'm going to be late for class."
"I'll walk you there."
"You'll be late. I'm in the dungeons and you're on the fifth floor." He smiled. 'She's remembered my schedule,' he thought.
"This is more important," Harry looked Ginny in the eye. She held out her arm and rolled her eyes. He linked his arm into hers.
"All right, your side." She stared straight ahead.
"I'm not going to lie to you, I promise."
"Yea, that counts for a lot around here." He studied his shoelaces again, then smiled thoughtfully.
"I remember when you were the love-sick girl that just wanted attention, to beat all your brothers. The first time you saw me, you knew how. You knew how to do it."
"I can't believe you're accusing me of this! What is your problem?"
"I haven't finished!"
"You don't need to. I'll let you get to History of Magic." Ginny could see Draco behind him, leaning against a doorway.
"I don't need History of Magic, Ginny. I need you." He seemed to think this was romantic and put his hands on her face, ready for her to kiss him and repent.
"Well, you don't have a choice, Harry." She threw his arms down. He grabbed her bicep and pulled her towards him. She could see Draco get up and start walking over. Ginny shook her head at him.
"I'll always have a choice, Ginny." He forced her lips to meet his. She bit him and tasted the gush of blood that passed hers and gushed down his chin.
"Ow! Bitch!" He slapped her across the face. Ginny held her face. It was radiating where a red hand mark was quickly developing.
He stared at her. "Ginny, no. I didn't mean it." He didn't ever say sorry before he got punched right in the jaw. There was a huge crack and he fell down.
Draco stood aside as Harry fell flat on his ass. He was transfixed at what he just saw.
Harry and Ginny, 'my Ginny' he thought, were talking what seemed to be a casual conversation. Harry grabbed Ginny and forcefully kissed her. Blood gushed down his chin and he slapped her. He saw it in slow motion in his brain. Her fist flew back and even all those years of Quidditch training couldn't help him now. Her fist came faster then a Snitch at his jaw. Crack! His whole head jolted right and he fell right down. Game over.
Ginny watched him fall, but when he landed, she shut her eyes tightly. When she opened them, Draco was examining Harry's head. Draco got up and slowly showed Ginny his fingers. On them was the blood of Harry Potter.
'She is so strong,' Draco thought. To the surprise of everyone around them, she ran into his arms and sobbed into his shoulder, But they didn't hear the gasps and the whispers surrounding them. Draco heard her raspy sobs into his shoulder and Ginny heard his heart beat wildly under his black robes. The same black robes with the Malfoy emblem on the front clasp. When they parted, they were the only ones in the corridor besides Harry and Professor Snape, whom was inspecting him.
"Draco, Weasley, come with me."
"Ginny, sir. Her name is Ginny."
"Whatever. Come."
"What about Harry, Professor? We can't just leave him here." Professor Snape turned around and looked at Ginny, then at Draco. It looked like he wanted to leave Harry there, and all present knew this.
"You are correct. Draco, bring Harry to the infirmary. He probably will not wake, and if he does, he will be in no condition to fight, much less duel." Draco and Ginny looked up at Snape. Draco stepped forward.
"What about Ginny, Professor?"
"What about her? She will be coming with me."
"To…?"
"That is not your business."
"I am a Malfoy. I make it my business." Ginny looked at him along with Snape analyzing him. He looked so strong! It takes a lot to stand up to a Professor, and something out of this world to do it to Professor Snape.
"Then you will learn from her, or your peers, not from me. Come, Ms. Weasley." He looked behind Draco at her.
Ginny looked at Draco. "Tonight. 9pm." She gave him a weak smile and left with Snape.
Ginny and the professor rounded a corner after four flights of stairs and stopped in front of a stone gargoyle.
"The password is Fizzing Whizbees. And Ms. Weasley?" She looked up at him.
"That was a great right hook." The corners of his mouth rose slightly and Ginny smiled at him. He turned to leave.
"Professor?" Snape turned back around and faced her with his eyebrows raised, inviting her to speak.
"You should smile more often." She smiled and he did a sort of a smile, though kind of lop-sided. 'It will take practice,' though Ginny.
She turned around and faced the gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizbees." As dreary and as cold as she imagined the stairs to the Headmaster's office would be, they weren't. The experience was actually kind of warming. She gazed at the lit candles in their golden brackets until she had reached the top of the stairs and came upon a large wooden door. On the door, in gold lettering were the words, 'Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster.' But before she could knock, the door opened and Professor McGonagall stepped out.
"Ms. Weasley! How did you get here?" She looked at Ginny sternly through her small glasses.
"Well, um, you see…" She stuttered. Ginny didn't exactly feel like telling a very strict teacher that she had just punched Harry Potter out in the middle of a corridor.
"Ah! Ms. Weasley! Nice of you to join us! Please, come in!" McGonagall looked from Dumbledore to Ginny and continued with Dumbledore.
"I expect to continue our conversation later, Albus?" He nodded and ushered Ginny into his office.
The first thing that Ginny saw was Fawkes. Or was it the first thing she felt? The phoenix had scarlet and gold plumage and it's magnificent feathers reached the ground. She heard a beautiful song vibrating in her ribcage and warming her heart. Was it inside of her? She was wrenched out of her thoughts by the voice of the Headmaster.
"Yes, Harry likes Fawkes also. How is he doing?" By his smile she could tell that he already knew. His smile and the twinkle she saw in his eyes. Was it magic?
"He should be okay. Draco brought him to Ms. Pomfrey."
"Draco?"
"Yes, Professor Snape wanted me to come with him, so he told Draco to bring Harry to the infirmary.
"Why did you hit Harry?" Fawkes flew off his perch and landed in Ginny's lap. He was a great comfort.
At first Ginny didn't want to tell him about her tangled love life, but Fawkes made her warm and relaxed, was it only her? Soon she was spilling all the secrets about her night rendezvous with Draco, Harry trying to get her back, and her keeping her secret relationship, well, a secret. Which brought her to a revelation.
"Professor, you won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
"Ginny, within the confines of my old, decaying head, I behold a great deal more secrets both darker and better then what you have just confided onto me."
"That have remained in only your head?" He smiled.
"Yes."
"Professor, there's one more thing I haven't told you yet."
"Would you like to?"
"Yes."
"Then by all means…."
"I, I can deal with Harry."
"Oh, I think you've proved that beyond satisfactory." He smiled at her and she blushed.
"Well, it's just that…that I don't want to. Not now. Please don't make me go back to Gryffindor tower." Ginny found a sudden impulse to look at her toes.
"That is already taking place."
"What do you mean?" She snapped back up.
"You, Draco and Harry will all have separate rooms for two weeks until you all have settled down and are no longer a threat to each other. Though I'm sure you and Draco have no problem with each other." He smiled properly at her and got up from behind his desk. Fawkes flew up and landed on his shoulder.
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
"It has before. No worry, Ginny." She smiled.
"Thanks, Professor."
"You're welcome. You may skip the last ten minutes of this period and continue to your next class. Ginny smiled and left.
When Ginny went out the door, and the it was securely closed, Fawkes chirped.
"Indeed, Fawkes. She is one."
Ginny passed Professor Snape on her way down the round staircase.
"Hi, Professor Snape," she smiled at him.
"Hello, Ms. Weasley." He gave her a slight smile. She could tell that it was going to take awhile for him to learn how to smile.
"Call me Ginny, sir." He looked at her awkwardly, then continued up the staircase. Ginny found her yearly goal-to do the impossible, and make Snape a decent person. And to accomplish this, she had to find the exact reason why he was so, well, indecent.
That night, Ginny packed her bags and got ready for a yoga-packed week of being alone.
She packed her cotton pajamas, fluffy slippers and gave her best friends a hug goodbye, namely Angel and Hermione. They were still convinced that she was expelled, though Ginny reminded them repeatedly that she wasn't, though she held back on telling them where she was going. The fact was that she didn't know herself.
She saw Ron before she left. He was sitting in the common room, just staring into the fire. Ginny sat next to him, on the arm of the maroon chair, and ruffled his fiery hair.
"What's wrong, big brother?" She cooed. Ron continued staring into the fire a moment, before replying.
"What happened to life, Gin? When did it get so complicated?" He looked down and started playing with his fingers.
"Ron, it's gonna be all right. You know Harry and I are just going through some stuff. It will be over soon."
"Yea, over soon….Harry left about 15 minutes ago. We were talking. He says that he's sorry."
"Yea, he told me that too. Right before he slapped me."
"Ginny, he's going to counseling. He loves you that much." He looked up at her and she returned her gaze to the fire.
"Has a funny way of showing it." She got up and left, levitating her stuff behind her. She found her way to the staff room and knocked.
"Come in!" A voice shouted.
She turned the knob and found herself facing Draco, Harry, and Professor Snape.
Harry couldn't have looked more depressed. He looked as if he just came from his parent's funerals. He looked at Ginny with tired eyes, then quickly looked back at the floor.
Draco smiled at her and she couldn't help but return it.
"Well, I guess all present know what is to happen within these two weeks, I shall bring you to your rooms." Professor Snape swept out of the room, Draco behind him and Ginny between him and Harry.
They went to the sixth floor and were led to a picture of a large earth.
"Unity." The earth shook and opened it's hinges for Snape. It led to a sort of common room of a silver color. It's walls were a beautiful color of medium gray, with navy lining. The furniture was all mahogany with silver cushions. All the tables were also mahogany and had the same silver inscriptions in them. It was a shield of four signs. A moon, a tree, waves, and of a bird. But around the top of the crest, a phoenix was bowing it's head and it's wings held the shield. Draco thought that it was a drugged Hogwarts crest, but knew better. It was the Phantom Room. The infamous OP room. The Order of the Phoenix room.
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