A/N: AHH! It's been WEEKS since I updated! Now, yes, I should have written faster, but it wasn't all my fault! I couldn't get on the site for about a week! Well, that's my feeble excuse for the day. But you get an extra-long chapter to make up for it! It's almost 2500 words, joy! Ginny fools her brother and Draco has an under-the-table experience. Plus, the long-awaited snog! R/R
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To Ginny, the weeks before the holidays seemed to simply melt away. Her and Draco's plan was a good one, she was confident, but her workings in it were to be tested as soon as McGonagall passed the Christmas list around.
After the Prof. posted it in the common room, Ginny immediately rose to add her name to the list. Ignoring the quill that was provided with it, she used her own, which was filled with a special ink she had obtained from Draco. It was a variation of the muggle "invisible ink", as it was charmed to be visible only for a short period of time before it disappeared. Harry, Ron, and Hermione would see Ginny write her name down, would see the words in her graceful script crossing the parchment, but it would be gone before McGonagall could take note of it.
Perfectly conniving, she had told Draco upon receiving it. If only we could replace Dumbledore's ink with it; that would serve for some amusement.
Draco had chuckled. How devious, Ginger. You would have made an excellent Slytherin.
Ginny snorted, remembering her new nickname. The first time he had called her that, she was annoyed, but now it seemed to fit. Her hair the same fiery color, and her personality, with just the tad bit of spice. And no one else called her Ginger; it was his special name.
However, the thought of Draco was starting to preoccupy Ginny's mind. His image in her mind's eye caused a flood of feelings to follow, ranging from excitement to nervousness, and even guilt. She was extremely embarrassed to admit to herself that she just might, by the slightest margin, have feelings for him. Actual feelings, not just a random oh-he-is-such-a-hottie-so-I-like-him thought, followed by a bought of giggles. The trying thing was that these were the same feelings she had when she thought about Tom.
Tom . . .
But what didn't come with Draco was that unbearable sense of longing, so overpowering that it made Ginny want to curl up in the fetal position and cry for hours on end. That gut-wrenching, soul-scarring kind of want, that sprung from the depths of her very being and demanded attention no matter what she was doing. The need for her to have his arms around her, have his lips brush across hers, to be with him.
Draco was just a distraction, that's all. Just a little crush, for though Ginny was sixteen, she was still subject to those kinds of thoughts. They still had two days until they left for the manor, two days until everyone left for the holidays. Two days in which to meet in secret in their secluded corner, surrounded by nothing but dusty books. Enough time for a snogging session or two. Plus, she could capture Draco for her own. She knew he was attracted, but to have him want her, and do anything for her, would be useful. Not to mention funny.
Two days until they left for the manor. Draco had sent owls ahead, to his father and Tom. Draco and Ginny would pack their things, as per normal, and get prepared to leave. However, Ginny would say her goodbyes to the Dream Team at the school, and they would leave in one of the carriages. Then Ginny and Draco would grab their trunks, and get in another carriage, taking them to the station at Hogsmeade. Only they wouldn't get on the Hogwarts' Express; they would meet Lucius himself in one of the back alleyways behind Honeyduke's. He would have a portkey prepared, which would take them to the entryway of the illustrious Malfoy Manor.
It was planned out perfectly, only waiting to be put into action. But, first things first: Ginny had to deal with Ron.
"Ginny!" he cried, when he saw her sign her name. "What're you doing? We're all coming home for Christmas!"
She turned around, taking a deep breath. "I told you! I wanted to stay here for the holidays. I all ready talked to Mum about it, and she says it's fine."
"Stay here? But why on Earth would you want to do that? No one is going to be here!"
Ginny sighed, and rolled her eyes. "I don't care if anyone is going to be here. I have a huge essay for Snape due the day we get back, and I need to use the library."
It was then Hermione decided to stick her nose in, as she always did with anyone else's business. "You know, Ginny, I bet I could help you with it, that way you could come to the Burrow with the rest of us."
"Yeah," said Ron. "Remember? Hermione and Harry are going to be with us."
Ginny almost snorted as she heard Ron stress Harry's name. He still believed that she was head-over-heels for him. That was ok, though, because it made him less protective and suspicious of her when she went missing for hours at a time, as she had grown accustomed to doing. Well, to everyone else she was missing. She knew perfectly where she was: down in the library flirting with Malfoy.
She bit her lip, feigning indecision. "Well . . . "
"Please Gin?" he asked.
She sighed, pretending to be very disappointed. "I'm sorry Ron, I just can't. There are about fifty books in the library I need to look at, and I can't bring all the work home."
"C'mon, it's just an essay, you can finish it in the next two days!"
"Ron, it has to be five feet long. Five feet! I haven't had anything that long since the summer, there's no way I'll be able to finish it. I'm staying and that's it."
"Five feet? Damn, you've got it bad."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me. So, I'm sorry, but I'm staying."
He sighed in exasperation, finally admitting defeat. "Fine, I guess I'll just owl you your present."
She smiled. "It won't be that bad. Now, I have to go get some work done." She retreated up the stairs to her dormitory, which was (thankfully) empty. She didn't want to listen to the inane giggling of her house-mates. She threw herself down on her bed.
She felt incredibly relieved. He had bought it! Now all she had to do was survive the next two days, and she'd be at Malfoy Manor, preparing to see Tom.
Draco had said she probably wouldn't get to see him the first few nights they were there, because she had to get settled in, and there were a few things the Deatheaters had to work out. But that was fine with her, it just added to the anticipation she felt. She would be so pleased when she could see him.
But she still had to wait two days. Two long, hard days.
But at least I can talk to Draco. Maybe get a little action, she thought, smiling evilly. Licking her lips at the thought of him, she got up, and walked out of the dorm.
* * * * * *
He was exactly where she thought he would find him: the secluded corner in the library. It had become the unofficial hiding place, and each seemed to have developed the uncanny ability of knowing when the other was there.
She saw his eyes perk up when he noticed her, and the gleam in them that wasn't there previously. She swung her hips slightly, taking mental note as Draco's smirk spread into a sly grin. She slipped into the vacant seat beside him.
"Did it work, Ginger?"
She smiled at him, eyes slightly closed.
"Without a hitch. Just like you said it would."
He smiled. "Fantastic. Now we just have to wait out these last two days with the gits at this school, and we'll be at the manor."
"Tell me about your manor?" she asked, genuinely curious. She had never visited any of her "friends'" housed, so she had never seen any except for her own dilapidated mess. If Draco was as classy as he (and everyone else) said he was, there would indeed be some beautiful furnishings.
"I don't even know where to begin, the place is so big!"
"But how big?"
"Well, size doesn't really matter—"
"It matters in some cases," Ginny said suggestively, and slowly licked her lips. She watched with amusement as Draco squirmed under her gaze.
"Er, anyway," he began, regaining his composure. "It has over a hundred bedrooms, seventy baths, separate servants' quarters, a grand ballroom, a grand dining room, and several various parlors and studies. Our grounds stretch for about ten miles around each side of the manor, and that includes our stables and Quidditch pitch."
Ginny seemed slightly awed at such grandeur. "It sounds amazing! It must be so much better than the Burrow! You have no idea how horrible it is to live in something that looks as if it were about to tumble down any second."
He gave her a sympathetic look. "It must be terrible."
Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "At least I don't have to go back until the summer. Now, what are your parents like?"
He smiled, eyes going slightly unfocused as he thought about them. "Mother, she's a real gem. She gets along with nearly everyone, and associates with the uppermost of society. Father is very . . . " he paused, trying to think of an appropriate description. "Father is noble, upstanding, decent, and respected. He taught me everything I know about dueling."
"They sound wonderful." She threw him another smile, one that made his insides flutter.
Whoa, Draco, old boy, get a hold of yourself. Damn hormones. Stop thinking about her!
She seemed to know of his inner conflict. She slid a little closed to him. "It must get so lonely over the summer, you being an only child and all, and not having anyone to hang out with." She carefully placed her hand on Draco's knee, and gave him a understanding look.
"Yes, it can get pretty boring." Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it. She began to drag her fingers across his thigh.
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His breathing began to quicken. So did Ginny's.
Thoughts raced through her mind. Why do you want him so bad, Ginny? What is it about him? The looks, the attitude, the personality? He tilted his head towards her. I know, it's the eyes!
Draco's stormy eyes met hers, and Ginny found that she could no longer control herself. She hopped out of her chair and onto Draco, straddling his lap. His chair jolted back in surprise, and his face displayed a shocked—but pleased—expression.
"Enough fucking around, Draco," she said huskily. "I'm sick of these damn games. Kiss me, damnit!"
Draco needed no urging.
Ginny reached up and weaved her hands through his hair, and he grabbed her around the waist, pulling their bodies closer together. She nibbled his bottom lip, and he let her in, enjoying the feeling of their mingling tongues.
It was as if they had detonated a nuclear bomb. Draco never recalled feeling so alive in his life. Every part of his body was alert, and on fire. Flames burned in his mouth, down his throat, through his insides. He was holding a wildfire, one that raged over him and burned him with a craving that was near unbearable. His body shook as she ground her hips against his, nearly sending him over the edge. He never knew how satisfying just kissing could be.
Ginny felt shivers all down her body. His hands were like ice, freezing her insides and sending deep shivers down her spine. It was as if she had walked through a ghost, and come out on the other side barely breathing. He was a drug to her, and if she wasn't careful, she would be easily addicted. She ground her hips against him, and let out a soft moan.
They stayed in that position for quite some time, until they heard someone trampling among one of the shelves near them. Then they heard a soft voice.
"Ginny? Are you back here?"
"Shit!" whispered Ginny as she pulled herself off Draco. "It's Hermione!"
His eyebrows arched, and he looked mildly perplexed. His mindset turned to confusion as Ginny jumped off him, and shoved him under the table.
"I'm right here, Hermione!" she called, voice shaking slightly.
Hermione rounded a corner. "There you are!" she said, smiling. "Dinner's almost over, you know. Want to come with me?"
Ginny squeaked, and frantically squirmed in her seat. "No thanks," she said in a strangled voice. "I'm working on something!"
"Okay . . ." said Hermione, frowning at Ginny's odd behavior. "Are you sure?"
Ginny couldn't speak; all she could do was nod fervently.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "All right, but Ron can't say I didn't try." With that, she departed amongst the books.
Ginny glared at the person under the table, her cheeks flaming. "What did you think you were doing?!"
* * * * * *
Draco whacked his head on the table as he was pushed under. He cursed silently, and rubbed the sore spot.
However, he noted that he was at a most advantageous position, if nothing else to serve his own amusement. He scrunched his legs up and lay on his back, giving himself a lovely view up Ginny's skirt.
His gaze followed her long creamy legs to her thighs, then grinned when he saw what she was wearing.
Black silk panties.
He felt . . . himself . . . dance with arousal. Who knew the little minx dared to wear such tantalizing underclothes?
He smiled slyly as an idea blossomed in his mind. He turned over until he was kneeling, and lightly dragged his tongue around the inside of her thigh.
Her body jerked in response, and she let off a squeak. Draco chuckled softly; no doubt she was putting on a jolly show for the mudblood. He remove his mouth, and gently placed a hand on her leg. He slid it slowly up until he reached the top of her panties, and tugged slightly on the band.
He heard Granger walk away, and Ginny's face came flying under the table. "What did you think you were doing?!" She glared at him, and got more infuriated when he grinned.
"Why, I rather thought you liked it."
"You almost got us caught! What do you think would have happened it she saw—"
She was cut off by Draco capturing her mouth.
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