Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter written! I was working on my other fan-fic! Well please enjoy and don't forget to review!
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Ginny needed time to think. Her mind felt as if it were in a jumble (which it probably was). After admitting that she had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy, her heart had beaten faster than normal and she felt like falling on the floor and just laying there forever. Who would've guessed that Ginny Weasley would fall in love with Draco Malfoy, the only person who had really made her cry with his mean jokes about how poor her family was?
She changed her course and headed towards the doors that lead outside. She was out of breath as she pushed the heavy doors open, welcoming the bitter cold air that met her. The moon was nothing but a bright sliver of a moon in the sky, giving her a little bit of light to see where she was going. She ran towards the lake, stopping at its edge, trying to catch her breath.
She stared into deep nothingness. The lake reflected the night sky. Her reflection was just of a black figure. She knelt down at the edge and trailed her hand through the water, shivering as the freezing cold water sent chills down her spine. She only took her hand out when it started to get numb and tingle. She wrapped her hand in her cloak, trying to get it warm again.
She turned her head and looked back at the huge castle, the many lighted windows looking back at her. As she looked into the dark, she saw a figure approaching her. Please let it no be Draco, she pleaded with herself, I can't deal with him now! She quickly hid behind some tall weeds.
The figure stopped a few feet from where she was and looked around. "I know you're out here Weasley," Draco's impatient voice rang through the cold clear night air. "I saw you running out here. You think you can escape me that easily? I told you that I was going to make you mine, and I will," he started walking towards where she was hiding. Instinctively she scooted back. "You can't hide from me forever," he continued walking towards where she was hiding.
Scooting back more, she didn't know how far she had scooted back until she couldn't feel the ground anymore and realized that she was about to fall into the lake. She gave a small scream of surprise and flailed her arms out wildly, looking for anything to grab on to. Before she fell into the lake, she caught a sight of Draco's face. She felt like she had been punched in the chest as the water touched every part of her. Her head felt like it was frozen and her whole body refused to move. She struggled and started moving her arms. Her eyes were open and she looked around. The water was blacker than black. She let out an air bubbled scream as she felt something grab onto her arm. She struggled, thinking that it was the giant squid who had a hold of her. Her head popped above the water as she took in deep gulps of cold fresh air. The air made her cheeks sting and it felt like thousands of tiny needles were poking into her as someone lifted her out of the water.
"Let me go!" she cried as she struggled to get the person to let her down.
"Calm down, Weasley," Draco's voice was impatient again. "If you want me to let you down, I will," he held her over the water again. Ginny, thinking of the black cold water, wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. "I thought so," he said as he carried her towards the castle. Her robes were wet and she felt weighed down as the water dripped from the heavy material. She shivered slightly as the cold air started to get to her.
Draco opened the front door of the castle and carried her inside, leading her through confusing tunnels and passageways through paintings and doors.
"Where are you taking me?" she said. "My dorm is up there, not down here."
But Draco refused to answer her as he continued carrying her through more passageways. Ginny was shaking more and she thought he would never stop walking. Finally he stopped in front of a large door, with carvings of vines and symbolic pictures of snakes on there.
"Open," he said in a commanding tone. The door vanished and Ginny was carried into a beautifully- and no doubt expensively- decorated room. The floor was of soft looking cream colored carpet. A huge bed draped in rich dark green and silver bedsheets sat in the middle with a big chest sitting at the foot of the bed. A huge fireplace that already had a healthy fire roaring in it was at the opposite wall, squishy green chairs surrounding it. A long wooden table that was polished until it shone in the chandelier that was hanging above it, was off to the side of the fireplace. Chairs in the rich color of brown was arranged around the table, with green and silver cushions resting on the seat. (AN: just imagine the rest, since I know some of you don't like reading descriptions of a room. I don't.)
Her shivers forgotten, Ginny's mouth was hanging open. She forced it shut and looked behind her. The door that had vanished had come back. "What is this place?" she said awe struck as Draco put her down on her own two feet.
"It's my room," he said simply.
Ginny spun around and looked at him. "You mean all the Slytherins get these kinds of rooms? If that's the case, I'm transferring Houses!"
He shook his head. "No, I only got this room because my father had requested it last year. It's 200 galleons a year." (AN: that's a lot, right?)
Ginny's mouth hung open again. "200?!" she exclaimed.
Draco smirked a satisfied smirk. "More than your whole house is worth, eh?"
Ginny frowned at him. "You can't stand a pleasant conversation, can you?"
"I enjoy a pleasant conversation with who ever I want to," he said coolly.
"Yeah," Ginny scoffed. "I'm sure your conversations would only contain moans and groans."
His gray eyes glittered dangerously. "I wouldn't push it, Weasley."
"Or what?" Ginny challenged, her own brown eyes sparkling.
"I don't think you'd want to find out," he challenged back.
"Knowing you, I probably wouldn't want to find out," she said.
He grabbed her wrist, his hard expression changing as he found her skin cold to the touch. "My God, Weasley. You're frozen solid. Why do you always have to challenge me?"
She pulled her wrist out of his hand, starting to shiver again as she was reminded of how cold she was. "Just give me some dry clothes I can change into."
Draco walked over to the huge closet that was next to his bed. He pulled out a black silk night shirt and handed it to her. "The bathroom is over there," he pointed past the table towards the corner. Ginny carried the shirt to where he was pointing. A door rested near the corner, on the same wall as the fireplace. She opened it and was awestruck again. His bathroom was huge! The floors were of white and black marble with a big bathtub that was built into the ground. It was brightly lit and a mirror lined the whole wall to her right. Fresh towels were piled next to the bathtub, near five different spouts. A long counter with a sink in the middle was to her left.
Ginny hesitated. Draco hadn't said not to take a bath and freshen herself up. She shut the door and locked it, then went over to the bath and turned the first spout on. Different colored bubbles came out of it and began floating around the room. She turned the second one on and water began to fill the tub. The third one contained blue foam. The fourth one contained purple bubbles, and the fifth one contained bubbles that were bigger than a bludger. It didn't take long to fill the bath up. She undressed and slid herself into the bathtub, her muscles began to relax under the warm water.
She closed her eyes and must've fallen asleep because when she woke up, the water was cold and most of the bubbles were gone. She pulled her hand out of the water to find them pruney. She felt around for the drain and pulled the plug. She got out of the water and grabbed a towel from the pile and dried herself off and got dressed in the night shirt Draco had given her. She gathered up her soaked robe and opened the door. She walked out and saw Draco sleeping on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. She walked quietly over to him, the thick carpet silencing her footsteps.
She stood in front of him and looked down at him. The light of the fire cast orange and red lights on his face. He looked- there was no other way to describe him- like an angel. Her hand moved of their own free will as her fingers lightly caressed his cheek. With lightning speed, he had her in a head lock, pinning one of her arms behind her back.
"What the hell are you doing?" he whispered furiously.
They stood there for a couple of seconds, both surprised. But after a while, Ginny started to lose air and tried to loosen Draco's arm that was on her neck. After a few seconds- which seemed like hours to Ginny- Draco let go. She began coughing and rubbed her neck.
His expression wasn't cold or mean, it had a little bit of vulnerability to it. "Weasley," he said softly.
Ginny sat down on the couch as her coughs began to subside. "My God, Malfoy. I didn't know you hated me that much." She looked up at him and was beyond surprised to find him looking kind of defeated.
"You just surprised me," he said.
"Oh yeah," Ginny said sarcastically. "You try to choke anybody to death that dares to disturb your sleep."
"Don't do that anymore," he said.
"Don't do what?"
He paused. "Surprise me when I'm sleeping."
"I'll be sure not to," she snapped.
He sat down on one of the chairs that was off to the side. "You never know who might surprise you in your sleep. They could be holding a knife over you, a wand, anything. You have to be on your guard," he stared hard into the fire.
"Whoever taught you that oughta be killed," Ginny said, surprised at what he had just said. What a dangerous life Draco had! After he didn't answer her, she decided to leave. She picked up her robe that she had dropped during Draco's 'surprise' attack on her. "I'm leaving. If you'll just show me the way out-"
"Your robes are still wet," he said looking up at her.
She shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm not staying here. Ron and Harry are going to wonder where the hell I am."
"Tell them that McGonagall held you back after you were done with your detention."
"I'm not lying to them! Plus, I don't want to stay here."
Draco's all-too-famous sneer came on his face. "You don't have no choice. Your robe isn't dry. What are you going to tell them when they see you in MY night shirt?"
Ginny's temper flared. She was furious that he was right. She couldn't wear her robe when it wasn't even dry, in fact, water was still dripping from it. And nobody in Gryffindor that she knew of had a black silk night shirt. After all, they would know it wasn't hers since the silk material looked very expensive.
She reluctantly handed her robe to Draco. He took it and stuck his hand in her robe pocket and drew out her wand, handing it to her.
"I think you'll want this to- er- 'defend' yourself against me?" he raised his eyebrows. She grabbed it furiously out of his hand. He smirked and went over to the fire. She thought he was going to throw it into the fire, but then he reached into a jar that was sitting on the mantelpiece and drew out some powder. He threw it into the flames. An elf's head appeared. In the background, Ginny could see more house elves running around, carrying pots and pans.
"Yes, Master Malfoy?" the elf squeaked.
Draco handed Ginny's robe to the elf who took it. "Dry this for Miss Weasley. I'm sure she'd appreciate having it as soon as it's done."
The elf nodded and there was a pop as the fire became normal again. He turned back to look at Ginny who was standing in front of the couch. His eyes scanned over her, lingering on her bare legs.
Ginny blushed as she realized that Draco's night shirt barely touched her knees. She sat down and just stared fixedly into the fire.
"Wizards Chess?" Draco asked.
Ginny looked at him in surprise. "Uh- yeah sure," she stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected question.
He went over to a small cabinet that was hanging by the fireplace. He tapped on its doors three times with his wand. "Wizards Chess," he said. Then he opened the cabinet and took out the board and the game pieces. He carried them over to where Ginny was sitting and sat them down on the floor. Then he made himself comfortable and looked up at her, expectantly.
Ginny slid down from the couch and sat down, leaning against the chair. Surprisingly, the game went very well and Draco was quite pleasant. Soon Ginny began to have fun.
"Hey," she laughed. "You can't do that!" Draco's pawn had just captured her king and she had to admit, she was HORRIBLE at wizards chess.
"Oh, why not?"
"A pawn can't just steal someone much more important than itself!" she giggled.
Draco gave a slightly amused smile. "In most cases it probably wouldn't, but you're just so bad at this that it can."
That sent Ginny into a worse fit of giggles. "Thank you for the compliment."
Draco got up and started to gather the chess pieces in his hand. Ginny, still a bit giggly, helped him. She was thinking what a pretty fun game that was when her hand was covered up by a warm one. She had been reaching for one of the white bishops and, obviously, so had Draco. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze travelled from their meeting of each other's hands, to Draco's face.
Draco reached across the chess board and cupped one side of her face in his hand. He smoothed back a strand of her still slightly wet hair. Ginny tried to resist closing her eyes against the feeling of Draco's warm hand on her face, but her eyes closed anyway. Draco's hand held her chin and drew her face towards his. Their lips met half way and once again, Ginny felt like she was on fire. She felt Draco's other hand lift up from hers and rest it near her neck, tilting her head up slightly. Draco was pulling Ginny towards him, and without warning, Ginny suddenly fell on top of him, landing on his legs. She laughed but was once again silenced by his smokey gray eyes that looked down at her.
He drew her up towrards him until their lips were almost touching. "Ginny Weasley," he said against her lips. "You are a temptress."
Then he kissed her. (AN: let's just say, passionately.)
Ginny was losing it fast. All her thoughts were flying out of her head, one by one. So fast that she only caught some parts of the thoughts as they vanished from her mind. Her heart was beating at least one hundred times faster than normal. All she could think about was Draco. A low moan escaped from her lips as he trailed a line of kisses down her neck. He gave his own moan when he buried his face in her hair.
Ginny's eyes snapped open as she pulled back quickly from him. My God! Harry! What the hell was she thinking? She stood up quickly, looking down at a slightly surprised Draco.
"I need my robe," she said, a little bit hysteric.
Draco stood up, towering above her. She steeled herself, expecting him to try to kiss her again, but instead he went to the fire place and took out a pinch the same powder he had used earlier and threw it into the fire, and was met with the head of the same elf.
"Is Miss Weasley's robe done?"
The elf nodded and called back something to the other elves. He handed Ginny's robe out to Draco. "Here you go master. It's as dry as we could get it!" it squeaked and with a pop, it disappeared.
Draco handed the robe to Ginny, touching her fingers lightly when she reached her hand out to grab it. Ginny quickly drew her hand back. She made her way to the bathroom. She could feel Draco's eyes watching her as she opened the door and closed it. She changed out of his night shirt and put her robe back on. Her robe felt rough compared to Draco's night shirt. She carried the night shirt and gave it back to Draco who took it.
"So- um- how do I get out of here?" she asked, picking up her wand.
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OK, lousy ending, I know. But I really needed to post it. Reviews please! super sailor saturn39
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Ginny needed time to think. Her mind felt as if it were in a jumble (which it probably was). After admitting that she had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy, her heart had beaten faster than normal and she felt like falling on the floor and just laying there forever. Who would've guessed that Ginny Weasley would fall in love with Draco Malfoy, the only person who had really made her cry with his mean jokes about how poor her family was?
She changed her course and headed towards the doors that lead outside. She was out of breath as she pushed the heavy doors open, welcoming the bitter cold air that met her. The moon was nothing but a bright sliver of a moon in the sky, giving her a little bit of light to see where she was going. She ran towards the lake, stopping at its edge, trying to catch her breath.
She stared into deep nothingness. The lake reflected the night sky. Her reflection was just of a black figure. She knelt down at the edge and trailed her hand through the water, shivering as the freezing cold water sent chills down her spine. She only took her hand out when it started to get numb and tingle. She wrapped her hand in her cloak, trying to get it warm again.
She turned her head and looked back at the huge castle, the many lighted windows looking back at her. As she looked into the dark, she saw a figure approaching her. Please let it no be Draco, she pleaded with herself, I can't deal with him now! She quickly hid behind some tall weeds.
The figure stopped a few feet from where she was and looked around. "I know you're out here Weasley," Draco's impatient voice rang through the cold clear night air. "I saw you running out here. You think you can escape me that easily? I told you that I was going to make you mine, and I will," he started walking towards where she was hiding. Instinctively she scooted back. "You can't hide from me forever," he continued walking towards where she was hiding.
Scooting back more, she didn't know how far she had scooted back until she couldn't feel the ground anymore and realized that she was about to fall into the lake. She gave a small scream of surprise and flailed her arms out wildly, looking for anything to grab on to. Before she fell into the lake, she caught a sight of Draco's face. She felt like she had been punched in the chest as the water touched every part of her. Her head felt like it was frozen and her whole body refused to move. She struggled and started moving her arms. Her eyes were open and she looked around. The water was blacker than black. She let out an air bubbled scream as she felt something grab onto her arm. She struggled, thinking that it was the giant squid who had a hold of her. Her head popped above the water as she took in deep gulps of cold fresh air. The air made her cheeks sting and it felt like thousands of tiny needles were poking into her as someone lifted her out of the water.
"Let me go!" she cried as she struggled to get the person to let her down.
"Calm down, Weasley," Draco's voice was impatient again. "If you want me to let you down, I will," he held her over the water again. Ginny, thinking of the black cold water, wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. "I thought so," he said as he carried her towards the castle. Her robes were wet and she felt weighed down as the water dripped from the heavy material. She shivered slightly as the cold air started to get to her.
Draco opened the front door of the castle and carried her inside, leading her through confusing tunnels and passageways through paintings and doors.
"Where are you taking me?" she said. "My dorm is up there, not down here."
But Draco refused to answer her as he continued carrying her through more passageways. Ginny was shaking more and she thought he would never stop walking. Finally he stopped in front of a large door, with carvings of vines and symbolic pictures of snakes on there.
"Open," he said in a commanding tone. The door vanished and Ginny was carried into a beautifully- and no doubt expensively- decorated room. The floor was of soft looking cream colored carpet. A huge bed draped in rich dark green and silver bedsheets sat in the middle with a big chest sitting at the foot of the bed. A huge fireplace that already had a healthy fire roaring in it was at the opposite wall, squishy green chairs surrounding it. A long wooden table that was polished until it shone in the chandelier that was hanging above it, was off to the side of the fireplace. Chairs in the rich color of brown was arranged around the table, with green and silver cushions resting on the seat. (AN: just imagine the rest, since I know some of you don't like reading descriptions of a room. I don't.)
Her shivers forgotten, Ginny's mouth was hanging open. She forced it shut and looked behind her. The door that had vanished had come back. "What is this place?" she said awe struck as Draco put her down on her own two feet.
"It's my room," he said simply.
Ginny spun around and looked at him. "You mean all the Slytherins get these kinds of rooms? If that's the case, I'm transferring Houses!"
He shook his head. "No, I only got this room because my father had requested it last year. It's 200 galleons a year." (AN: that's a lot, right?)
Ginny's mouth hung open again. "200?!" she exclaimed.
Draco smirked a satisfied smirk. "More than your whole house is worth, eh?"
Ginny frowned at him. "You can't stand a pleasant conversation, can you?"
"I enjoy a pleasant conversation with who ever I want to," he said coolly.
"Yeah," Ginny scoffed. "I'm sure your conversations would only contain moans and groans."
His gray eyes glittered dangerously. "I wouldn't push it, Weasley."
"Or what?" Ginny challenged, her own brown eyes sparkling.
"I don't think you'd want to find out," he challenged back.
"Knowing you, I probably wouldn't want to find out," she said.
He grabbed her wrist, his hard expression changing as he found her skin cold to the touch. "My God, Weasley. You're frozen solid. Why do you always have to challenge me?"
She pulled her wrist out of his hand, starting to shiver again as she was reminded of how cold she was. "Just give me some dry clothes I can change into."
Draco walked over to the huge closet that was next to his bed. He pulled out a black silk night shirt and handed it to her. "The bathroom is over there," he pointed past the table towards the corner. Ginny carried the shirt to where he was pointing. A door rested near the corner, on the same wall as the fireplace. She opened it and was awestruck again. His bathroom was huge! The floors were of white and black marble with a big bathtub that was built into the ground. It was brightly lit and a mirror lined the whole wall to her right. Fresh towels were piled next to the bathtub, near five different spouts. A long counter with a sink in the middle was to her left.
Ginny hesitated. Draco hadn't said not to take a bath and freshen herself up. She shut the door and locked it, then went over to the bath and turned the first spout on. Different colored bubbles came out of it and began floating around the room. She turned the second one on and water began to fill the tub. The third one contained blue foam. The fourth one contained purple bubbles, and the fifth one contained bubbles that were bigger than a bludger. It didn't take long to fill the bath up. She undressed and slid herself into the bathtub, her muscles began to relax under the warm water.
She closed her eyes and must've fallen asleep because when she woke up, the water was cold and most of the bubbles were gone. She pulled her hand out of the water to find them pruney. She felt around for the drain and pulled the plug. She got out of the water and grabbed a towel from the pile and dried herself off and got dressed in the night shirt Draco had given her. She gathered up her soaked robe and opened the door. She walked out and saw Draco sleeping on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. She walked quietly over to him, the thick carpet silencing her footsteps.
She stood in front of him and looked down at him. The light of the fire cast orange and red lights on his face. He looked- there was no other way to describe him- like an angel. Her hand moved of their own free will as her fingers lightly caressed his cheek. With lightning speed, he had her in a head lock, pinning one of her arms behind her back.
"What the hell are you doing?" he whispered furiously.
They stood there for a couple of seconds, both surprised. But after a while, Ginny started to lose air and tried to loosen Draco's arm that was on her neck. After a few seconds- which seemed like hours to Ginny- Draco let go. She began coughing and rubbed her neck.
His expression wasn't cold or mean, it had a little bit of vulnerability to it. "Weasley," he said softly.
Ginny sat down on the couch as her coughs began to subside. "My God, Malfoy. I didn't know you hated me that much." She looked up at him and was beyond surprised to find him looking kind of defeated.
"You just surprised me," he said.
"Oh yeah," Ginny said sarcastically. "You try to choke anybody to death that dares to disturb your sleep."
"Don't do that anymore," he said.
"Don't do what?"
He paused. "Surprise me when I'm sleeping."
"I'll be sure not to," she snapped.
He sat down on one of the chairs that was off to the side. "You never know who might surprise you in your sleep. They could be holding a knife over you, a wand, anything. You have to be on your guard," he stared hard into the fire.
"Whoever taught you that oughta be killed," Ginny said, surprised at what he had just said. What a dangerous life Draco had! After he didn't answer her, she decided to leave. She picked up her robe that she had dropped during Draco's 'surprise' attack on her. "I'm leaving. If you'll just show me the way out-"
"Your robes are still wet," he said looking up at her.
She shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm not staying here. Ron and Harry are going to wonder where the hell I am."
"Tell them that McGonagall held you back after you were done with your detention."
"I'm not lying to them! Plus, I don't want to stay here."
Draco's all-too-famous sneer came on his face. "You don't have no choice. Your robe isn't dry. What are you going to tell them when they see you in MY night shirt?"
Ginny's temper flared. She was furious that he was right. She couldn't wear her robe when it wasn't even dry, in fact, water was still dripping from it. And nobody in Gryffindor that she knew of had a black silk night shirt. After all, they would know it wasn't hers since the silk material looked very expensive.
She reluctantly handed her robe to Draco. He took it and stuck his hand in her robe pocket and drew out her wand, handing it to her.
"I think you'll want this to- er- 'defend' yourself against me?" he raised his eyebrows. She grabbed it furiously out of his hand. He smirked and went over to the fire. She thought he was going to throw it into the fire, but then he reached into a jar that was sitting on the mantelpiece and drew out some powder. He threw it into the flames. An elf's head appeared. In the background, Ginny could see more house elves running around, carrying pots and pans.
"Yes, Master Malfoy?" the elf squeaked.
Draco handed Ginny's robe to the elf who took it. "Dry this for Miss Weasley. I'm sure she'd appreciate having it as soon as it's done."
The elf nodded and there was a pop as the fire became normal again. He turned back to look at Ginny who was standing in front of the couch. His eyes scanned over her, lingering on her bare legs.
Ginny blushed as she realized that Draco's night shirt barely touched her knees. She sat down and just stared fixedly into the fire.
"Wizards Chess?" Draco asked.
Ginny looked at him in surprise. "Uh- yeah sure," she stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected question.
He went over to a small cabinet that was hanging by the fireplace. He tapped on its doors three times with his wand. "Wizards Chess," he said. Then he opened the cabinet and took out the board and the game pieces. He carried them over to where Ginny was sitting and sat them down on the floor. Then he made himself comfortable and looked up at her, expectantly.
Ginny slid down from the couch and sat down, leaning against the chair. Surprisingly, the game went very well and Draco was quite pleasant. Soon Ginny began to have fun.
"Hey," she laughed. "You can't do that!" Draco's pawn had just captured her king and she had to admit, she was HORRIBLE at wizards chess.
"Oh, why not?"
"A pawn can't just steal someone much more important than itself!" she giggled.
Draco gave a slightly amused smile. "In most cases it probably wouldn't, but you're just so bad at this that it can."
That sent Ginny into a worse fit of giggles. "Thank you for the compliment."
Draco got up and started to gather the chess pieces in his hand. Ginny, still a bit giggly, helped him. She was thinking what a pretty fun game that was when her hand was covered up by a warm one. She had been reaching for one of the white bishops and, obviously, so had Draco. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze travelled from their meeting of each other's hands, to Draco's face.
Draco reached across the chess board and cupped one side of her face in his hand. He smoothed back a strand of her still slightly wet hair. Ginny tried to resist closing her eyes against the feeling of Draco's warm hand on her face, but her eyes closed anyway. Draco's hand held her chin and drew her face towards his. Their lips met half way and once again, Ginny felt like she was on fire. She felt Draco's other hand lift up from hers and rest it near her neck, tilting her head up slightly. Draco was pulling Ginny towards him, and without warning, Ginny suddenly fell on top of him, landing on his legs. She laughed but was once again silenced by his smokey gray eyes that looked down at her.
He drew her up towrards him until their lips were almost touching. "Ginny Weasley," he said against her lips. "You are a temptress."
Then he kissed her. (AN: let's just say, passionately.)
Ginny was losing it fast. All her thoughts were flying out of her head, one by one. So fast that she only caught some parts of the thoughts as they vanished from her mind. Her heart was beating at least one hundred times faster than normal. All she could think about was Draco. A low moan escaped from her lips as he trailed a line of kisses down her neck. He gave his own moan when he buried his face in her hair.
Ginny's eyes snapped open as she pulled back quickly from him. My God! Harry! What the hell was she thinking? She stood up quickly, looking down at a slightly surprised Draco.
"I need my robe," she said, a little bit hysteric.
Draco stood up, towering above her. She steeled herself, expecting him to try to kiss her again, but instead he went to the fire place and took out a pinch the same powder he had used earlier and threw it into the fire, and was met with the head of the same elf.
"Is Miss Weasley's robe done?"
The elf nodded and called back something to the other elves. He handed Ginny's robe out to Draco. "Here you go master. It's as dry as we could get it!" it squeaked and with a pop, it disappeared.
Draco handed the robe to Ginny, touching her fingers lightly when she reached her hand out to grab it. Ginny quickly drew her hand back. She made her way to the bathroom. She could feel Draco's eyes watching her as she opened the door and closed it. She changed out of his night shirt and put her robe back on. Her robe felt rough compared to Draco's night shirt. She carried the night shirt and gave it back to Draco who took it.
"So- um- how do I get out of here?" she asked, picking up her wand.
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OK, lousy ending, I know. But I really needed to post it. Reviews please! super sailor saturn39