Picking up the note, she slipped silently into the corridor and made her way in slipper-shod feet through the dark downward, to the dungeons. Her dressing gown whispered softly against her almost bare skin, smooth in contrast to the lace of her nightgown. She was glad she had gotten these with her hard earned summer money. It made her feel like she had a chance. Made her feel like the sort of sex kitten Draco went for. I am good enough for him, and even if he doesn't know it, he will want me before I'm through with him. Even though he couldn't see her, her outfit gave her the confidence to keep going.
He has such beautiful eyes. Ginny knew she shouldn't be thinking what she was thinking. But no matter what way she turned her thoughts they came back to where they were. Focused on him. Draco. Was it her fault that he haunted her dreams? He was just so perfect, with his almost obscenely broad shoulders, those deep gray eyes, and blonde hair that brushed so temptingly across the skin at the back of his neck. She couldn't stand not knowing if his skin really was as smooth and soft as it looked from where she looked, or if it would feel the way she imagined to run her fingers through his hair.
She didn't like the way she was feeling about him. Like when she yet again allowed herself to walk the long way and risk being late to Potions, knowing she did so to see him, but telling herself it was really to avoid the trick step. In all honesty, this way she had to go past one of Peeves favorite spots to throw stink bombs and water balloons at students from, making it more dangerous in the long run. Or when she entered the Great Hall from the far door, so that she had to walk past the Slytherin table, and might see him, in spite of the nasty looks and snide comments.
No matter, all she could think about was Draco. She didn't know when it all started, but by now, she was in too deep anyway. She had reached the dungeons, a place she knew of due to her obsession with Draco. She was almost ashamed of following him, but consoled herself with the thought that she hadn't done anything perverted by following him, though what she wanted to do to him…. She just wouldn't think about that until it happened. It sounded dirty, even to her. If it happens. Shaking her head to remove all doubts about it, it will happen, I just know it, she placed the note with his name written neatly on it near the entry to the Slytherin common room. Then, hoping the charm to keep anyone but him from finding and opening it, she slowly turned and, hugging herself to stay warm in her thin silky dressing gown, she walked back to Griffindor.