A/N: This is taking me forever to write. It's fun though, when I get a chance to do it. This will be a dark!Ginny fic, a nice fic where Draco gets to stay evil. Of course, we all know that's when he's at his sexiest ;) Reviews are welcomed and appreciated; thanks are at the bottom.
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Draco looked around the library, and a sly smile spread over his face as he saw Ginny sitting at one of the tables. He had heard the mudblood jabbering on earlier about Harry meeting Ginny for some studying. From the half-morose and half-pissed off look on her face, it was evident that he had never shown up. Not a surprise, though, he had never given her the time of day for five years, why would he start now?
He sauntered over, trying to hide his smirk. This should be easier than expected. She must all ready be hurting, any girl would be. And one such devoutly attached as poor little Weasel—it would be a cinch.
He walked over, feigning concern. He honestly doubted she would believe him at first, but he'd continue, and after throwing on a little of the Malfoy charm, Voila! She wouldn't be able to resist him. But then again, no one ever could.
He pulled a chair out beside her, and twirled it around, so he could sit in it backwards. He set his head on the top rung. "What's wrong?" he asked, trying to sound innocent and truly upset.
Ginny glared at him from the corner of her eyes. "What the hell do you want, Ferret?" She smirked at the expression on his face. She had usually been meek with him, pretending to be the good little girl, like Tom had told her to be. Avoiding suspicion. But being able to shock him, unsettle him, gave her a strange feeling of power. She associated it with that strange appeal setting the basilisk loose had given her. It was the dark allure of control, and authority.
Draco visibly bristled, but then regained his composure. "I was just curious. You needn't get so snarky with me."
She sighed exasperatingly. "The only time you deemed it necessary to step off your high-and-mighty pedestal to talk to me was to insult me. Cut the shit, Malfoy. What do you want?"
He couldn't help himself; he grinned wolfishly, showing off his perfect teeth. This was going to be fun. "I never knew you to be so feisty,"
Ginny raised her head, and looked into his eyes. She had a nasty retort, but it somehow wedged itself back into her throat when she fully saw Draco's expression.
Those eyes, she thought. I've seen those eyes before.
They seemed to be grinning at her as well. They were deep pools of nothingness, seemingly devoid of anything. But at the same time, they were full of a kind of sweet-malice, a person who would kill you with kindness.
They were beautiful. Beautifully menacing, glorious in a way, and enrapturing. Looking into his eyes was like watching a Venus fly-trap devour a fly, and slowly suck its life away.
They were Tom's eyes.
Draco stared at Ginny curiously. Just a few moments before, she was angry and snappish, looking as if she wished to castrate him. Now . . . she was staring at him with a strange mixture of fear, awe, and adoration.
He began to grow uncomfortable; but, true to Malfoy training, he did not show it.
"I know all females grow speechless when looking upon me, but honestly, I didn't accredit such taste to you."
Draco's voice jolted Ginny back to reality. She blinked, and stared at him with a sudden realization. This was not her Tom, would never be her Tom. But he was like him, in some ways. The same eyes, the same manners. Persuasive, and dangerous, like a cobra. They both could hypnotize you before they strike.
She had waited five years. Five long, hard, lonely years. And she knew she would always love Tom; what would be the harm in indulging in one whim of hers?
She smiled slyly at Draco. Casually twisting a strand of her fiery hair around a finger, she replied, evenly, letting her voice sound almost bored, but with the slightest suggestion of something else . . .
"I'm just surprised, Draco. I never knew your masculinity could be so intoxicating," she licked her lips seductively. "I guess I've just never been close enough to realize it."
Draco slowly raised his eyebrows, still grinning. This will be much easier. Probably more fun.
"Perhaps you would like a demonstration of just how attractive I can be?"
He leaned in, and brought his lips lightly to hers, with the slightest suggestion of touch. He could hear her breathing quicken, and inwardly cackled with delight.
"Are you beginning to get the idea?"
She lowered her eyelids, so she was looking at him through half-covered eyes. They sparkled with provocation and enticement.
"I am,"
She was about to say something else when a voice cut the two of them off.
"Ginny, are you back here?" It was the sound that was distinctively Harry. They heard footsteps in the row of shelves next to them.
"Damnation!" swore Ginny lightly.
Draco backed away from her slowly, and with a catlike grace, raised himself from his chair.
"Until we meet again, Virginia," he began, sending chills down her spine. "I promise you, we will have much more chances in the future."
"I know we will."
He silently slipped away, and just in time, for Harry entered from the other shelves just as Draco had slipped around a corner.
"Gosh, I'm so sorry Gin, I completely forgot!" He began, sounding guilty and slightly distressed. "We had Quidditch practice, and I wanted to get in some time to train our new Chaser. You understand, don't you?"
Ginny smiled. It was a cold smile, one that didn't reach her eyes, and far more malicious than any of the ones she had given Draco. "Of course I understand, Harry. I've understand why you couldn't show up for the last five years. It's nothing, of course. I all ready know where I stand with you: right behind your broomstick, a slight third to dinner."
He winced; he didn't expect her to be so scalding and icy at the same time. It was like touching a ghost, and then being set on fire by a Hungarian Horntail.
She swept up her books, and huffed past him with an unearthly grace, keeping her serenity. Every echo of her steps seemed to stab at him, mocking him.
It wasn't that he felt bad because he had hurt her feelings. He just was troubled that someone was mad at him.
But Harry had always been that dense. He ran a finger through his all ready tousled hair. Was he going to have to apoligize?
Whew! Finally, the end of that chapter. It is a little unnerving, though, that it takes me hours (writers' block notwithstanding) to pump out something you will read in two minutes. But hey, as long as you like it!
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