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Chapter 9: The End of the Line
-------------------------------- A/N: Fasten your seatbelts as we are now entering "The Drama Zone" Thanks to Lara for making this readable. Warning: Lots of bad language. (Why am I telling you people this?) --------------------------------
It's strange how much things can change in the course of 24 hours.
There are some people who believe that we are ruled by faith; others claim that it is all left up to free will. But any witch or wizard will tell you that it's a combination of both. Some events will take place no matter what, but how you deal with it ...now that is entirely up to you. That is why Draco Malfoy did have a choice that morning when he confronted Ginny Weasley in his bedroom - he could have boiled a pot of coffee and sat down to calmly discuss the matter, or he could have told her to leave.
However Draco Malfoy never claimed to be a diplomat. He was proud, stubborn and pigheaded, but no diplomat.
"So, is this your modus operandi then?" He said as he backed her up against the wall.
Ginny swallowed, a tiny shiver of fear running down her spine. His voice gave nothing away; he might just as well be talking about the weather. Somehow his icy behavior was so much more intimidating than Ron's rage or her mother's yelling. All those feelings were rippling under the surface, like a volcano about to erupt.
"What. what do you mean?"
He placed one hand on the wall behind her head, leaning in close, invading her personal space. Her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her taut stomach and lace covered breasts to his gaze. She really was exquisite, like fire to his ice. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, smirking when it pebbled under his touch. It pleased him to know that even when she was upset, her body would still respond to his caress. He continued his exploitation of her body, as he leaned down and nipped her throat.
Ginny moaned. She was scared, uncertain and intimidated of the man whose touch set her body aflame. Part of her was screaming that she should stop this. Resist him. But Draco had spent the last 12 hours learning all those intimate details that set her body on fire. Her carnal instincts finally pushed that small voice of reason firmly out of the way and she moaned and leaned into his touch.
"Draco", she pleaded "Please."
He knew it was stupid before he said it. He knew that he should take her to bed and make love to her. He knew all those things, but some part of him wanted to hurt her. It was stupid, but he felt betrayed, used. She had spied on him, lied, abused the trust he had shown her. That was probably why some kind of malicious instinct took him over and made him say the words he knew he would regret.
"Do you always fuck the people you're investigating, or should I feel special?"
"What?" Ginny reared back in surprise at his cheap attack. Of all the things he could have said, nothing could have repulsed her more.
Draco was stunned by the force of her fist as she lashed out in anger.
"Is that what you think?" Her face blushed from anger, and small tears of betrayal sparkled in her eyes, "That I am some kind of Mata Hari of the wizard world?"
He caught both her hands in his, and pinned them to the wall over her head. He knew he should apologize, beg and grovel. The woman who had shared his bed last night had not been some jaded seductress; in fact, even though she was no virgin, it was clear that her sexual experience had been limited. He had enjoyed that, teaching her how to please him, and she had been a most eager student. But his wounded pride reared its head again. Why should he apologize? She was the one who had lied and deceived, right?
"Well, what am I supposed to think? You show up at my club, claiming to be a well-known singer, and then it turns out that you are in fact Ginny Weasley, who not only is the sister of a man who detests me, but also supposed to be dead! Tell me, what am I supposed to think?"
"And this is your solution, pinning me to the wall and telling me I'm some kind of government-sanctioned whore?"
Her harsh words were filled with pain; somehow she had come to care for this man, her childhood nemesis of sorts. She knew it was foolish, but somehow her heart had decided not to listen.
"Well, are you?"
Of course, being a CIA operative, Ginny could say that she knew 387 ways to incapacitate a man without the use of a wand, however at that moment she reverted to a method perfected by thousands of women before her. She kneed him in the groin.
As he sank to his knees, Ginny leaned down and hissed in his ear. "Don't you ever come near me again, Draco Malfoy, or I'll make you regret that you were ever born."
As he heard the door slam shut behind her, Draco managed to get up on his feet.
"Fuck!"
He punched his fist against the wall. How could he be so stupid? He was supposed to tell her that he knew who she was, and that he didn't really care. Could they please go back to bed and make love until dawn? Instead he had managed to tell her she was some kind of slut, and by that ensuring that she would never talk to him again, which shouldn't really bother him to much, because it wasn't as if he was in love with her, right? With another muttered curse he banged his head repeatedly against the wall.
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As Ginny stormed out of Draco's flat that Sunday, she was pretty convinced that she had hit rock bottom. That no matter what, her life could not get any worse. She had blown her cover, and made no progress in ascertaining where Draco's loyalties belonged. Somehow managed to fall in love with the insufferable prat, having the best sex of her life, and then being informed that she was some kind of scarlet woman for the ministry. All in all, life could not get any worse.
As she waited restlessly for the elevator, the door of the flat across the hall opened and its resident came out to pick up his paper. Ginny was a mess, her face was streaked with tears, her mouth swollen from Draco's kisses. Her shirt was still unbuttoned showing a great expanse of flesh as well as her lacy bra. She pulled her thin silk shirt closer around her before looking up in the direction of the opening door.
"Ginny" His voice was horse with disbelief and confusion.
She wanted to run, to escape, to die right there. But none of that happened, so she gave him a shaky smile.
"Hello, Harry."
TBC.
Chapter 9: The End of the Line
-------------------------------- A/N: Fasten your seatbelts as we are now entering "The Drama Zone" Thanks to Lara for making this readable. Warning: Lots of bad language. (Why am I telling you people this?) --------------------------------
It's strange how much things can change in the course of 24 hours.
There are some people who believe that we are ruled by faith; others claim that it is all left up to free will. But any witch or wizard will tell you that it's a combination of both. Some events will take place no matter what, but how you deal with it ...now that is entirely up to you. That is why Draco Malfoy did have a choice that morning when he confronted Ginny Weasley in his bedroom - he could have boiled a pot of coffee and sat down to calmly discuss the matter, or he could have told her to leave.
However Draco Malfoy never claimed to be a diplomat. He was proud, stubborn and pigheaded, but no diplomat.
"So, is this your modus operandi then?" He said as he backed her up against the wall.
Ginny swallowed, a tiny shiver of fear running down her spine. His voice gave nothing away; he might just as well be talking about the weather. Somehow his icy behavior was so much more intimidating than Ron's rage or her mother's yelling. All those feelings were rippling under the surface, like a volcano about to erupt.
"What. what do you mean?"
He placed one hand on the wall behind her head, leaning in close, invading her personal space. Her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her taut stomach and lace covered breasts to his gaze. She really was exquisite, like fire to his ice. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, smirking when it pebbled under his touch. It pleased him to know that even when she was upset, her body would still respond to his caress. He continued his exploitation of her body, as he leaned down and nipped her throat.
Ginny moaned. She was scared, uncertain and intimidated of the man whose touch set her body aflame. Part of her was screaming that she should stop this. Resist him. But Draco had spent the last 12 hours learning all those intimate details that set her body on fire. Her carnal instincts finally pushed that small voice of reason firmly out of the way and she moaned and leaned into his touch.
"Draco", she pleaded "Please."
He knew it was stupid before he said it. He knew that he should take her to bed and make love to her. He knew all those things, but some part of him wanted to hurt her. It was stupid, but he felt betrayed, used. She had spied on him, lied, abused the trust he had shown her. That was probably why some kind of malicious instinct took him over and made him say the words he knew he would regret.
"Do you always fuck the people you're investigating, or should I feel special?"
"What?" Ginny reared back in surprise at his cheap attack. Of all the things he could have said, nothing could have repulsed her more.
Draco was stunned by the force of her fist as she lashed out in anger.
"Is that what you think?" Her face blushed from anger, and small tears of betrayal sparkled in her eyes, "That I am some kind of Mata Hari of the wizard world?"
He caught both her hands in his, and pinned them to the wall over her head. He knew he should apologize, beg and grovel. The woman who had shared his bed last night had not been some jaded seductress; in fact, even though she was no virgin, it was clear that her sexual experience had been limited. He had enjoyed that, teaching her how to please him, and she had been a most eager student. But his wounded pride reared its head again. Why should he apologize? She was the one who had lied and deceived, right?
"Well, what am I supposed to think? You show up at my club, claiming to be a well-known singer, and then it turns out that you are in fact Ginny Weasley, who not only is the sister of a man who detests me, but also supposed to be dead! Tell me, what am I supposed to think?"
"And this is your solution, pinning me to the wall and telling me I'm some kind of government-sanctioned whore?"
Her harsh words were filled with pain; somehow she had come to care for this man, her childhood nemesis of sorts. She knew it was foolish, but somehow her heart had decided not to listen.
"Well, are you?"
Of course, being a CIA operative, Ginny could say that she knew 387 ways to incapacitate a man without the use of a wand, however at that moment she reverted to a method perfected by thousands of women before her. She kneed him in the groin.
As he sank to his knees, Ginny leaned down and hissed in his ear. "Don't you ever come near me again, Draco Malfoy, or I'll make you regret that you were ever born."
As he heard the door slam shut behind her, Draco managed to get up on his feet.
"Fuck!"
He punched his fist against the wall. How could he be so stupid? He was supposed to tell her that he knew who she was, and that he didn't really care. Could they please go back to bed and make love until dawn? Instead he had managed to tell her she was some kind of slut, and by that ensuring that she would never talk to him again, which shouldn't really bother him to much, because it wasn't as if he was in love with her, right? With another muttered curse he banged his head repeatedly against the wall.
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As Ginny stormed out of Draco's flat that Sunday, she was pretty convinced that she had hit rock bottom. That no matter what, her life could not get any worse. She had blown her cover, and made no progress in ascertaining where Draco's loyalties belonged. Somehow managed to fall in love with the insufferable prat, having the best sex of her life, and then being informed that she was some kind of scarlet woman for the ministry. All in all, life could not get any worse.
As she waited restlessly for the elevator, the door of the flat across the hall opened and its resident came out to pick up his paper. Ginny was a mess, her face was streaked with tears, her mouth swollen from Draco's kisses. Her shirt was still unbuttoned showing a great expanse of flesh as well as her lacy bra. She pulled her thin silk shirt closer around her before looking up in the direction of the opening door.
"Ginny" His voice was horse with disbelief and confusion.
She wanted to run, to escape, to die right there. But none of that happened, so she gave him a shaky smile.
"Hello, Harry."
TBC.