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The Slytherin And The Slumber Party

Part 2. Kissing A Dragon



Ginny was sitting alone in a chair, contemplating how twisted her life had become when an owl swept in through the common room window and dropped a note into her lap. She frowned after the owl, and then picked up the small slip of paper. Her face froze as she opened it and read the message. 'Tonight, ten o' clock – the courtyard. – 'D'.

Well, there wasn't any doubt about the identity of 'D' – even though the parchment was just a tiny scrap, it was heavy and thick – and very expensive. Trust Draco to have the best, even when it came to something as simple as paper.

Sighing, she refolded the note and rubbed her eyes. She was obviously still in shock – otherwise she was sure she'd be sobbing.

She wondered what he was going to do. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and it had nothing to do with the draftiness of the old castle.

Voices sounded at the portrait entrance, and she looked up to see Parvati and Lavender enter. She bit back a groan and hurriedly picked up a book, pretending to be engrossed in it. Hopefully the two girls wouldn't even notice she was there…

"Well, well, Ginny. Seems you've been keeping something from us."

Ginny rolled her eyes and looked over the top of the book at Parvati. "Sorry?"

"Oh, don't act the innocent with us – I heard from a very reliable source that you, Miss Weasley, have been secretly meeting Draco Malfoy."

Ginny wanted to slap the smug look off the girl's pretty face. Angry, she stood up, threw the book aside, causing the two girls to back away, and snapped, "I don't care what you think, Parvati - if I'm talking to, meeting, or hell, even screwing Draco Malfoy, it's nobody's business but ours, got it? "

Of course, Harry and Ron had had to walk in at that very point.

Parvati and Lavender chose that moment to escape to their dorm.

Ginny felt her face flame as Harry and Ron stalked her across the common room.

"Gin, I really think we need to talk," her brother said far too calmly. His hands were outstretched, and she ducked under his arm before he could get his hands around her throat.

"Ron," said Harry warningly.

"I - I really don't feel much like talking right now –"

Ron shook his head, his eyes flashing. "No…no…Gin – Draco Malfoy has your underwear in his pocket – believe me, you feel like talking right now."

Ginny groaned and fell back into her chair. She buried her face in her hands in frustration. "Please don't talk about my underwear, Ron – things are bad enough as it is without my brother chatting with me about my underwear."

Harry shot Ron a look and knelt before Ginny to pry her hands away.

"You can tell me what's wrong, Ginny. I know you didn't really do anything with Malfoy."

She kept her eyes squeezed shut. Poor Harry – he had no idea. He was so sweet, and there was no way she was going to put him through all this. She made a note to tell Draco she'd changed her mind about wanting Harry.

"Ginny, don't feel bad – it's not your fault."

Opening her eyes, she looked into his, and shook her head, taking a deep breath. "It is…I – I'm in love with him Harry. The rumors are true – kind of. Anyway, don't worry about me. I'm fine – it's just with everyone finding out, it's been stressful."

"WHAT?" Ron exploded behind Harry.

"Oh, leave me alone, Ron – I wouldn't scream at you if you fell in love with Pansy Parkinson!"

"P – Pansy Parkinson?" Ron turned an unbecoming shade of green. "Ew, Gin."

Ginny looked back at Harry, who seemed to be in shock.

"I – I can't – I have to go, I just got a note – have to meet someone." Ginny stood up and rushed out of the room, a piece of paper fluttering in her hand.

Harry stared after her with a startled expression.

Ron stepped up next to him and stared after Ginny as well. "She 'has' to be adopted."

~***~

"Ow!" Ginny scowled and rubbed her elbow as she bumped it on a stone statue in the courtyard. She was a few minutes late – she'd been able to hide out in the library until it was time to meet Malfoy – but she'd fallen asleep and made herself late.

The courtyard was almost pitch black – it took several moments for her eyes to adjust to the dark. Other than the wind stirring against the drifts of white snow, she couldn't see or hear anything.

She wondered briefly if he had changed his mind – but that would have been hoping for too much.

"It's bloody freezing out here," came a familiar growl, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"And who's idea was it to meet out here, genius? It's too cold for anyone to be out."

Malfoy appeared a few feet away, and approached her slowly. "Precisely – we won't be interrupted."

Ginny stuffed her gloved hands into her cloak pockets and resisted the urge to back away. "I've changed my mind about Harry. I don't want him involved in this."

"How noble of you," he murmured, stopping with his body inches from hers. "If that's what you want. You realize this changes nothing between us?"

Ginny bit her cheek and nodded stiffly. She blinked against the snowflakes blowing against them. "I know…can we just get this over with?"

He smirked and held out his gloved hand in silent invitation.

She pulled hers from her pocket and placed it in his.

"Follow me."

Ginny swallowed hard and trailed behind him as he led the way through the falling snow. An odd feeling of anticipation shot through her, and she took a deep breath.

He isn't who you thought he was, she told herself fiercely. He's an evil, selfish, conniving little rat who's going to use you and throw you aside like rubbish. You're crazy if you think this is going to mean anything to him.

Ginny shut out the tiny part of her that insisted she still loved him – she really was crazy.

Draco stopped suddenly, where they'd been walking along the outer wall of the castle, and ducked into an alcove she'd never even known was there. He tugged on her hand, and she walked in after him. She moved through a short, pitch-black passage, before coming out

The small, arched room was still cold, but it was dry, and fresh straw covered the stone floor. An ornately carved stone bench with scrolled arms stood against the back wall. A large, ancient wooden door with iron studs took up the other wall. The lock on it looked incredibly rusty.

"What is this place?"

Malfoy moved away from her, lit a lantern in the corner, and hung it from a hook in the arched ceiling. "It's an outside entrance up to the Owlery – hardly anyone knows it's here."

"Of course," Ginny sighed, and settled onto the stone bench.

The tall, incredibly good-looking boy who'd led her there, cocked his head slightly and watched her with steely eyes.

Ginny shifted nervously and removed her scarf and gloves. "Well?"

Malfoy walked to her, slowly, still staring…and Ginny looked away from him – his intense study of her was making her nervous.

"I don't have all night – curfew isn't far away. I don't want to add detention to my list of wrongs committed tonight."

"What do you want me to do, Ginny?"

His low whisper made her look back at him quickly. The heat in his pale eyes made her heart thud painfully. "W-what?"

He knelt before her, nudging her legs apart.

Ginny gulped, and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Look at me." The cold leather of his glove touched her cheek, and she looked at him reluctantly.

"I suppose you thought I was going to just throw you down and ravish you right here," he murmured coolly, eyeing her lips.

She stared at the lantern light on his platinum hair, and didn't make a sound.

"I have a bit more control than that," he said wryly, and dropped his hand. "I'm not some untried, fumbling school boy like Potter."

Looking at him in surprise, she blinked and felt relief seep through her – until she heard his next words.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"I said, kiss me." He grinned wickedly. "You have to do whatever I want, remember?"

Ginny licked her lips nervously, and took a deep breath. "A-all right."

He remained where he was, kneeling before her, his face level with hers.

She held her breath, and slowly leaned forward, allowing her eyelids to flutter shut. As a result, she ended up kissing the cold tip of his nose.

To her surprise, he laughed.

"Hey, I kissed you – it's not my fault you didn't specify where."

Draco shook his head. "As if you were aiming for my nose, Ginny. My god, you're such an innocent. Hasn't anyone ever kissed you before?"

"Well, there was Neville…but he didn't manage much more than a peck before he stepped on his dress robe hem and nearly flattened me."

Draco snorted. "You let Longbottom kiss you? You really must raise your standards."

Ginny frowned. "Neville is a perfect gentleman – when he took me to that dance in my third year, he was so sweet – he was the first boy to ever kiss me."

"I'm sorry," he said, deadpan. He ducked Ginny's smack and grabbed her hands.

"Allow me to show you what a real kiss is like," he drawled, and raised his hand to tug her head down to his. He smiled, his lips inches from hers. "You can close your eyes now, you little coward," he whispered.

She opened her mouth to make a nasty remark and his lips touched hers. She abruptly forgot all about talking.

His lips were soft, and warm…she sighed, her head spinning – and then they opened against hers, and she gasped, only to feel the tip of his tongue slide against hers, gently.

A fiery tingle started in the center of her chest as he continued kissing her. His hand slid down her neck to her shoulder, and then continued down her upper arm. His other hand flicked open the catch on her cloak, and pushed it off her shoulders.

His thumb stroked the inner skin of her elbow through her school sweater and she shivered. He deepened the kiss.

Ginny couldn't believe Draco was kissing her – she couldn't believe she was letting him. She made a sound that made her blush wildly – it was becoming hard to think…

He didn't seem to have any intention of pulling away from her – he gripped her upper arms suddenly, and made a growling noise low in his throat, kissing her hungrily.

She had the sensation that she was moving, briefly, and felt the cold stone floor against her knees before she threw caution to the wind and lost herself in his kiss again. She didn't have the will to fight anything he did at that point.

At last, he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "That was a kiss," he said, his breath coming in gasps.

Ginny looked at him fuzzily. "I'll say…I don't think I could stand up now if I wanted to."

Draco ran a hand through the curls above her ear and smiled. "You don't want to?"

She felt herself flush hotly. She looked at him a little dreamily. "Are you really Draco Malfoy?"

He touched her cheek with his hand and smiled crookedly. "On a good day, yes."

He caught her lips with his again, and she melted against him, her hands clenching in helpless fists in the straw next to his shoulders.

Draco kept a hand on the nape of her neck, and she started a little when his other hand settled on her exposed calf, and then slid his warm, leather gloved hand up the back of her thigh.

Ginny tried push his hand away, but got distracted…

She did push away when she felt his hand brush her hip, and then, unbelievably the point of her suddenly overly sensitive breast.

"Don't!" She gasped breathlessly, feeling fiery sparks rush through her abdomen.

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked up at her from beneath his lashes boredly. He finally rolled his eyes and dropped his hands away with a sigh.

She sighed too and then blinked, sitting up. "Er – when did I end up on the floor?" He was lying on the floor beneath her, and she was practically straddling him!

Draco lazily dropped his head back into the straw and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Don't look at me – you're the one who threw me down and crawled on top of me."

Ginny pushed against his shoulders in an attempt to get up. "I did not! Let me go!"

"Embarrassed? You should be." He tugged her down and brushed his lips against hers again before releasing her. He watched her stand up shakily and draw on her discarded cloak before raising his hands behind his head and drawling, "You act like an innocent – but you knew very well what you were doing…"

"Stop it," Ginny hissed, throwing her scarf around her neck.

"Admit it – I could have had you in a second, if I'd wanted you,"

She pulled on her gloves with shaking hands and looked down at him angrily. He lay in the soft mounds of straw with his eyes closed – his hair was mussed, and his lips were pink from the pressure of their kisses. She found herself touching her own swollen lips with her tongue, and he opened his silvery eyes to watch her.

The smug look on his handsome face infuriated her, and she turned to stomp away – but his voice stopped her.

"Meet me back here tomorrow night, same time, Gin. I'm not finished with you…not yet."

Ginny clenched her teeth and walked away, out into the dark, freezing night.



~***~

Lucius Malfoy watched the girl leave his son in his magical mirror. Draco sat up from his bed of straw to watch her go, the smug expression on his face falling. It was replaced by a look of such longing that it disgusted him.

Draco had been his to manipulate since his birth. He had plans for the boy, and he couldn't let the Weasley witch destroy them. He'd kept a close watch on his son since he'd gone off to Hogwarts…this wasn't the first time he'd had to put a stop to one of his son's pointless relationships with an unsuitable female.

He laid the flat mirror aside, settling back in his chair, steepling his fingers against his chin thoughtfully. The girl could only complicate things. To keep from drawing attention, he would first simply write to his son, and demand that he stop seeing her.

If that didn't work…he'd have no choice but to get rid of her for him, before she turned his son against him, and insinuated herself into the heart he'd taken such pains to convince his son didn't exist.

~***~

After a week of Draco's 'meeting's', Ginny was a bundle of raw nerves. There was no way she was going to endure – no, survive, three months of him. He hadn't done, well, 'that'…yet anyway. She was convinced he was torturing her. Not that she wanted to do 'that' with him…but he'd made a game of affecting her to the point of pain, and leaving her with a cool glance and a harsh command about when to meet him next. It was almost as if he were punishing her for something.

It was driving her crazy!



She jumped when she rounded a corner in the dungeons, and he walked right into her.

"Geez, Malfoy – watch you're going!" Ginny stooped to retrieve a fallen book and found his hand on it already. She looked up at him, her nose nearly touching his.

"Be nice, Ginny…don't you know, we're a 'couple'?" He smirked and straightened up, handing her book.

She grabbed it and turned her nose up. "A couple? Right…I bet you love that, people running around, blathering about how you 'scored' with me. All the while, you're making jokes about me, and giving the lewd details to your friends, right? Well, enjoy it while it lasts."

He shook his head. "What I do on my own time is no one's business but my own. I don't make a habit of chatting with my cohorts about my 'conquests'. Speaking of - I was coming to tell you…regretfully, I can't meet with you tonight. It seems my father has gotten wind of what's been going on – I have to spend my evening writing an answer to his latest letter."

"What did he say?"

"Things that would make your blood run cold, I imagine," he said lightly, and turned away with a smirk.

Ginny walked after him, ignoring the glances she received from a few students as they passed. She watched Draco wave absently to a pretty Slytherin girl who called out a greeting, and she resisted the urge to snarl at her.

"Tell me what the letter said," she said insistently as she caught up with him. She grabbed his robe sleeve and tugged it.

He finally stopped, turned, and snapped, "It's really none of your business, Weasley. It's none of your concern."

"It's my concern if he mentioned my name! What if he tries to hurt my family, Draco?" She angrily wiped a tear from her eye. "You've had your fun – this is serious! Just let's stop this! Write him back and tell him you want nothing to do with me!"

Draco wrapped his hands around her upper arms, shaking his head. He looked furious suddenly. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Ginny Weasley," he hissed in a whisper. "He did insist that I stop seeing you – but far more importantly, he expressed his wishes that I follow in his footsteps after graduation, and become a Death Eater!"

Ginny gasped and backed away from him, He let her go, his teeth bared. "Are you happy now?" He stalked away from her, his robes billowing, the expression on his face so fierce it made students approaching from the opposite direction flinch and press themselves against the walls to get out of his way.

Shocked, Ginny stared after him numbly. She hated herself in that instant. Because she didn't fear for her family – she suddenly found herself fearing for him.

~***~

Draco looked at Ginny somewhat hopelessly, which worried her-he'd never looked that way before in his life, she'd just about stake her life on it. She'd followed him into the Astronomy tower after dinner, to try and talk some sense into him – but it was like trying to talk to – well, Ron.

"What's the point in me changing, Ginny? Everything else around me stays the same; why should I bother?"

Ginny took his icy hands in hers, and tried not to show the chill that attacked her spine as he looked at her, his silver eyes wintry despite the way she knew he really felt about her. The way he'd looked across at her at dinner that night…he had to feel something. "It would matter to me, Draco."

He shoved her hands back at her angrily, suddenly. "I'm never going to be Potter-don't waste your time trying to fit me into his oh so perfect mold. I've made it this far as I am – I don't have to change. My personality suits me just fine. Go bother Harry – I'm sure you'll marry in couple of years and you can have his whining, speccy, messy haired little brats."

"I hate you sometimes," Ginny breathed abruptly, immediately regretting it. Her eyes shot up to his, catching them blaze suddenly.

His cruel, beautiful lips twisted as he smiled ironically. "Really? I've finally done something to make you hate me? Somehow I remain unsurprised." He turned his back to her as he paced to the window, looking phantom - like in the moonlight. "I trust you remember your way out, Weasley."

"You're going to do it, aren't you? You're going to become one of them - a death eater." Her voice was flat in the near silence. "You're going to throw your life - your soul away on Voldemort? Just on your father's bloody say so?"

Draco didn't turn - there wasn't any sign he'd even heard her. He just looked out his window, watching the snow fall heavily outside.



In the reflection of the windowpane, he could see her, clearly as if he'd been looking in a mirror. He tucked his hands inside his pockets so he didn't have to notice their shaking. He was so angry at that very moment- perhaps angrier than he'd ever been in his life- that he was almost scared for Ginny. Almost. It made him furious, her coming to him and pretending to care for him for the sake of her family.

He saw her moving closer, eyes troubled, saw her each her hand out to touch his shoulder- and knew if she did, he'd turn on her in a way she'd never thought possible.

He narrowed his molten silver gaze, and turned to her, making her hand drop.

Undaunted, she went on, until Draco could take it no more, and he hissed, like the silver snake clasp that held his cloak together. "Leave me."

"No…"

He turned on her, his expression dark. He reached out and pulled her against him, and stared down at her through slitted eyes.

She stared back, mutinously.

"You have to keep tugging my tail, don't you? You can't just leave me alone."

Ginny found herself smiling sadly. The sudden vision of herself prodding a disdainful looking silver dragon came to mind and it was utterly ridiculous.

" "Meddle not in the affairs of dragons," " she quoted softly.

"You should have remembered that a week ago." He bent his head and seized her lips, with anger. There was possession in his kiss, and it confused her…because all he'd talked about was that he wanted her to go.

He pulled away from her after a moment. "You can leave now…and if that prat Harry ever kisses you…you'll remember how a real kiss felt."

Ginny wanted to go pound on him, make him see what he was doing, what he was losing-but if he couldn't tell that on his own…

"You're a fool, Malfoy," she managed out between the sobbing breath's her steel banded feeling chest was allowing, "And to quote quite appropriately an old Muggle book - 'I hope you are happy with the path that you have chosen.'"

Ginny thought she saw his fists clench before she turned away and rushed out of the tower, her heart and some other, not as well known part of her feeling ripped to shreds.

Draco remained near the window for a long time after she left - he didn't know what hurt more - the fact that Ginny thought he would bow to his father or Voldemort so easily, or that she had actually given up on him at last.

~***~

TBC

(A/N: " 'Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup…' " ^-^ I love that! Wish I knew who said it. Anyway, I know this isn't the end – I said I was going to put this story up in two long parts and I lied! Big surprise – Malfoy is a really bad influence. ::grins nastily:: So it'll be three parts – the reason being, a lot of folks don't like how long the first was, sooo…plus, the ending just wasn't coming – and when it did, well…believe me, you wouldn't have liked it. So it's being re – written, and I'm trying really hard to get it finished soon!!! No, I'm not lying! Hope this was worth the wait. ^-^ Thanks for putting up with me guys! Reviews would rock! ^-^ ~Lee)