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Ginny was hidden under Harry's cloak that night, which she had swiped from his room during his last class. She had been satisfied with just taking the map, but Draco had insisted. Just as she had suspected, the Dream Team was no longer fighting. Harry and Hermione had convinced Ron that Draco had been lying- obviously Ron would believe Harry over Draco, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Ron would believe if Harry said he'd gotten through every passage of Gringotts in less than an hour. She used to wish she had friends like that- of course she had friends, but they were never that close. Now she could tell Draco anything... Ginny was waiting for Harry to miss the items, and sure enough...
"What the-" she heard a yell come from the 7th year boy's dormitory. "Ron!" It came again. Harry rushed down into the common room, oblivious to all of the stares he was getting. "Where's my cloak?"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.
"I MEAN-" Harry looked around and sheepishly lowered his voice. "I mean, it's not in my bag or my room, or anywhere for that matter. Neither is the map."
"What?" Hermione exclaimed. "But- no one else knows about the cloak or map besides Dumbledore, Snape, and-"
Realization dawned on them. "Malfoy!"
Ginny laughed giddily to herself, and ran off to tell Draco what had happened, hearing Ron swearing in the background. She wondered what the three would do to get the items back.
Ginny sighed and twirled her pen. History of Magic was so boring. Suddenly, a note appeared out of thin air and fell onto her desk. Ginny stared.
"I have to go to class now, bye," a voice whispered in her ear and she
realized who it was. She smiled as she read the note.
Up for a trip to Hogsmeade?
Ginny was getting ready later that night when the door opened on its own
accord. She shrieked.
"Chill," Draco said, reappearing. He looked at the shimmery cloak. "This thing comes in handy."
Ginny gave him a hard stare. "We're giving that back once they guys are convinced that you're yourself again."
"Sure... hey, did you figure out how to work the map?"
"Of course. I make it my business to know everything, remember?"
"Right," he grinned. "Well. We'll have a heck of a time getting out of the castle so let's go."
"Wait a second. You mean to tell me that you, Draco Malfoy, don't know any secret passage ways to Hogsmeade?"
Draco glared at her. "No," he mumbled.
Ginny grinned. She was finally a step ahead of Draco. She tapped the map and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Lines etched all over the paper, zigzagging and crisscrossing with one another.
"Let's go through the witch, that's practically the only unknown way."
Something bothered Draco about the map, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He shrugged it off. I'll worry about it later, he told himself.
Ginny led them through the passage, and after they climbed what seemed to be a thousand steps, Draco slammed his head into something hard. "Ow," he said, rubbing his head. Ginny motioned for him to be quiet as she opened up a trap door. Draco saw that they were in the cellar of Honeydukes. They sneaked out and walked quickly along the streets in the cold December air.
"Where are we going?" asked Ginny.
"Three Broomsticks," Draco answered. They entered the door amidst loud music and dancing. To their surprise, everyone was dressed up in a costume.
"Draco!" Madam Rosmerta said cheerfully as she came to greet him. "I haven't seen you here for such a long time. And-" Her eyes widened as she saw who she was with. "Ginny Weasley? I mean-" she recovered quickly. "How nice to see you both. Here. Together," she added.
"Yes," Draco said testily. "Very nice. Madam Rosmerta, I thought this party was regular, not costume."
"Oh, we switched it with the next one two weeks ago, sorry. But we do have the Door if you want to use it."
"Yes, we'll use it. And I'll be have a Round, while Miss Weasley will have-?"
"A butterbeer."
"A butterbeer," he finished, his lip curling slightly. Madam Rosemerta
looked a little frightened.
"I'm sorry dear, but no one under 18 is allowed the Rounds, remember?" All Draco had to do was raise an eyebrow at her and she ran off, stuttering an apology, her pretty face flushed.
Ginny was amazed as Draco led her to the Door. "So that's all you have to do- give people a look and they bow down to your feet? And why on Earth are we going through a door?"
"Basically," he answered her first question. "And this is not just any door." They stepped through together, and as they came out Ginny was astonished at what she saw.
She was wearing a deep green dress, corset and all, that looked as though it had been made for her. It had come from the olden days, and her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head with a few curls hanging down. Her lips were a deep red, and her eyes looked larger and more innocent than usual.
"Uh, Draco?" she asked, waving her hand in front of his face. He had been staring intently at her, but now he came back to reality.
"Ugh," he said. "I'm wearing tights." Ginny snorted and covered her mouth with her hand while Draco glared at her. "What are we supposed to be?" he asked, changing the subject.
"No idea- probably muggles from the past or something. What do you say we dance?" Ginny asked.
"I don't dance."
"Come on, it's easy," Ginny persuaded and pulled him onto the floor. "That's it- just move your body a little- yeah."
Draco suddenly spun her around as the music changed to Jazz. He started leading her in swing steps, and she looked up at him, a little angry. "You prat, you told me you couldn't dance!"
"Not to that music," Draco responded.
The music continued, and they got so caught up in it that they didn't notice when the other dancers stop to watch them. Ginny stared deep into his eyes as he dipped her, noting that his expression seemed so free as they flew across the floor. She felt her face burning; his eyes were so passionate and forceful when he looked at her that she could only imagine what he was thinking.
The song ended, but neither of the two moved. Their hearing slowly came
into focus, and Ginny blushed at hearing everyone clapping.
"Let's get a drink," Draco said gruffly. The walked to a booth, and as
they passed, Ginny noticed many girls giving appreciative towards Draco. One girl even asked him to dance, but he just shook his head and tightened his hand that circled Ginny's waist. Ginny smiled and thought she would burst from happiness. He only wanted her.
They sat down and Draco snapped towards Madam Rosmerta. She quickly brought them what they had ordered, and Draco immediately took a long swig. Ginny watched incredulously as he gulped down the alcohol; yet when he set it down it seemed that hardly any had been drunk. Shrugging to herself, Ginny took a swig of her butterbeer.
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," she told Draco, who barely acknowledged her absence.
Draco took another long drink, and felt his mind and problems get fuzzier. I'm going to fucking end up killing this girl, I'm in so deep already... damn, why does she do this to me?
By the time Ginny had come back, Draco had little sanity left in him. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Of course baby," he answered sluggishly. Ginny frowned. She picked up his drink and brought it to Madam Rosmerta.
"What kind of drink is this?" asked Ginny.
Madam Rosmerta sighed. "Round drinks are strong alcoholic beverages that never empty and work fast. Young Draco only orders them when something's happened to him."
"Oh. Thanks." Ginny walked slowly back to Draco, who stood up
unsteadily.
"Let's dance, baby," he slurred and grabbed her arm tightly. She tried to pull loose, but it didn't work. He sharply turned and pulled her in close to him. "You're so damn sexy," he told her.
Ginny was frightened; he had never acted like this towards her before. "Draco, you're drunk, we need to get back to Hogwarts."
"In a minute. I need you bad, Ginny, I can't get enough of you. Please, let me take you."
"No Draco!"
"Damn it, let me!" He shouted forcefully before he crushed his mouth upon hers. He groaned as he kissed her; he could never get enough of her, no matter how hard he tried... he couldn't imagine what he would feel like making love to her, if kissing did this to him.
Ginny's knee's buckled beneath her as she sank into his kiss. Her hands roamed his body; she couldn't seem to control hers. His kiss was... intoxicating... maybe the drunk Draco wasn't so bad, maybe she should give him what he wanted... that thought pulled her back into reality.
"Draco!" she gasped. "We have to get back."
But Draco seemed to no longer pay attention to what she was saying or what he was doing, so Ginny pulled along the path back to Hogwarts.
That's all for now... I know it's not great or long, but I promise that the next chapter will be a lot better...a hint for the next chapter: what happens in the morning causes a major problem for them...
I'll update more soon! Thanks so much to everyone who reviews- it means a lot to me.
Also, I'm not posting more until I get 5 more reviews!! So R/R!
Ginny was hidden under Harry's cloak that night, which she had swiped from his room during his last class. She had been satisfied with just taking the map, but Draco had insisted. Just as she had suspected, the Dream Team was no longer fighting. Harry and Hermione had convinced Ron that Draco had been lying- obviously Ron would believe Harry over Draco, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Ron would believe if Harry said he'd gotten through every passage of Gringotts in less than an hour. She used to wish she had friends like that- of course she had friends, but they were never that close. Now she could tell Draco anything... Ginny was waiting for Harry to miss the items, and sure enough...
"What the-" she heard a yell come from the 7th year boy's dormitory. "Ron!" It came again. Harry rushed down into the common room, oblivious to all of the stares he was getting. "Where's my cloak?"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.
"I MEAN-" Harry looked around and sheepishly lowered his voice. "I mean, it's not in my bag or my room, or anywhere for that matter. Neither is the map."
"What?" Hermione exclaimed. "But- no one else knows about the cloak or map besides Dumbledore, Snape, and-"
Realization dawned on them. "Malfoy!"
Ginny laughed giddily to herself, and ran off to tell Draco what had happened, hearing Ron swearing in the background. She wondered what the three would do to get the items back.
Ginny sighed and twirled her pen. History of Magic was so boring. Suddenly, a note appeared out of thin air and fell onto her desk. Ginny stared.
"I have to go to class now, bye," a voice whispered in her ear and she
realized who it was. She smiled as she read the note.
Up for a trip to Hogsmeade?
Ginny was getting ready later that night when the door opened on its own
accord. She shrieked.
"Chill," Draco said, reappearing. He looked at the shimmery cloak. "This thing comes in handy."
Ginny gave him a hard stare. "We're giving that back once they guys are convinced that you're yourself again."
"Sure... hey, did you figure out how to work the map?"
"Of course. I make it my business to know everything, remember?"
"Right," he grinned. "Well. We'll have a heck of a time getting out of the castle so let's go."
"Wait a second. You mean to tell me that you, Draco Malfoy, don't know any secret passage ways to Hogsmeade?"
Draco glared at her. "No," he mumbled.
Ginny grinned. She was finally a step ahead of Draco. She tapped the map and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Lines etched all over the paper, zigzagging and crisscrossing with one another.
"Let's go through the witch, that's practically the only unknown way."
Something bothered Draco about the map, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He shrugged it off. I'll worry about it later, he told himself.
Ginny led them through the passage, and after they climbed what seemed to be a thousand steps, Draco slammed his head into something hard. "Ow," he said, rubbing his head. Ginny motioned for him to be quiet as she opened up a trap door. Draco saw that they were in the cellar of Honeydukes. They sneaked out and walked quickly along the streets in the cold December air.
"Where are we going?" asked Ginny.
"Three Broomsticks," Draco answered. They entered the door amidst loud music and dancing. To their surprise, everyone was dressed up in a costume.
"Draco!" Madam Rosmerta said cheerfully as she came to greet him. "I haven't seen you here for such a long time. And-" Her eyes widened as she saw who she was with. "Ginny Weasley? I mean-" she recovered quickly. "How nice to see you both. Here. Together," she added.
"Yes," Draco said testily. "Very nice. Madam Rosmerta, I thought this party was regular, not costume."
"Oh, we switched it with the next one two weeks ago, sorry. But we do have the Door if you want to use it."
"Yes, we'll use it. And I'll be have a Round, while Miss Weasley will have-?"
"A butterbeer."
"A butterbeer," he finished, his lip curling slightly. Madam Rosemerta
looked a little frightened.
"I'm sorry dear, but no one under 18 is allowed the Rounds, remember?" All Draco had to do was raise an eyebrow at her and she ran off, stuttering an apology, her pretty face flushed.
Ginny was amazed as Draco led her to the Door. "So that's all you have to do- give people a look and they bow down to your feet? And why on Earth are we going through a door?"
"Basically," he answered her first question. "And this is not just any door." They stepped through together, and as they came out Ginny was astonished at what she saw.
She was wearing a deep green dress, corset and all, that looked as though it had been made for her. It had come from the olden days, and her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head with a few curls hanging down. Her lips were a deep red, and her eyes looked larger and more innocent than usual.
"Uh, Draco?" she asked, waving her hand in front of his face. He had been staring intently at her, but now he came back to reality.
"Ugh," he said. "I'm wearing tights." Ginny snorted and covered her mouth with her hand while Draco glared at her. "What are we supposed to be?" he asked, changing the subject.
"No idea- probably muggles from the past or something. What do you say we dance?" Ginny asked.
"I don't dance."
"Come on, it's easy," Ginny persuaded and pulled him onto the floor. "That's it- just move your body a little- yeah."
Draco suddenly spun her around as the music changed to Jazz. He started leading her in swing steps, and she looked up at him, a little angry. "You prat, you told me you couldn't dance!"
"Not to that music," Draco responded.
The music continued, and they got so caught up in it that they didn't notice when the other dancers stop to watch them. Ginny stared deep into his eyes as he dipped her, noting that his expression seemed so free as they flew across the floor. She felt her face burning; his eyes were so passionate and forceful when he looked at her that she could only imagine what he was thinking.
The song ended, but neither of the two moved. Their hearing slowly came
into focus, and Ginny blushed at hearing everyone clapping.
"Let's get a drink," Draco said gruffly. The walked to a booth, and as
they passed, Ginny noticed many girls giving appreciative towards Draco. One girl even asked him to dance, but he just shook his head and tightened his hand that circled Ginny's waist. Ginny smiled and thought she would burst from happiness. He only wanted her.
They sat down and Draco snapped towards Madam Rosmerta. She quickly brought them what they had ordered, and Draco immediately took a long swig. Ginny watched incredulously as he gulped down the alcohol; yet when he set it down it seemed that hardly any had been drunk. Shrugging to herself, Ginny took a swig of her butterbeer.
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," she told Draco, who barely acknowledged her absence.
Draco took another long drink, and felt his mind and problems get fuzzier. I'm going to fucking end up killing this girl, I'm in so deep already... damn, why does she do this to me?
By the time Ginny had come back, Draco had little sanity left in him. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Of course baby," he answered sluggishly. Ginny frowned. She picked up his drink and brought it to Madam Rosmerta.
"What kind of drink is this?" asked Ginny.
Madam Rosmerta sighed. "Round drinks are strong alcoholic beverages that never empty and work fast. Young Draco only orders them when something's happened to him."
"Oh. Thanks." Ginny walked slowly back to Draco, who stood up
unsteadily.
"Let's dance, baby," he slurred and grabbed her arm tightly. She tried to pull loose, but it didn't work. He sharply turned and pulled her in close to him. "You're so damn sexy," he told her.
Ginny was frightened; he had never acted like this towards her before. "Draco, you're drunk, we need to get back to Hogwarts."
"In a minute. I need you bad, Ginny, I can't get enough of you. Please, let me take you."
"No Draco!"
"Damn it, let me!" He shouted forcefully before he crushed his mouth upon hers. He groaned as he kissed her; he could never get enough of her, no matter how hard he tried... he couldn't imagine what he would feel like making love to her, if kissing did this to him.
Ginny's knee's buckled beneath her as she sank into his kiss. Her hands roamed his body; she couldn't seem to control hers. His kiss was... intoxicating... maybe the drunk Draco wasn't so bad, maybe she should give him what he wanted... that thought pulled her back into reality.
"Draco!" she gasped. "We have to get back."
But Draco seemed to no longer pay attention to what she was saying or what he was doing, so Ginny pulled along the path back to Hogwarts.
That's all for now... I know it's not great or long, but I promise that the next chapter will be a lot better...a hint for the next chapter: what happens in the morning causes a major problem for them...
I'll update more soon! Thanks so much to everyone who reviews- it means a lot to me.
Also, I'm not posting more until I get 5 more reviews!! So R/R!