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A Walk on the Wild Side Chapter Two
~*~
She watched silently. Her father sat at his desk in his office, flipping through old parchment pieces. The circles under his eyes were prominent, the lines in his face deep.
Ginny turned to the door, and watched as it fell from its hinges onto the carpet. Mr. Weasley stood, his face sallow. Hovering above the ground, like black shadows, came a troika of men, dressed in ebony cloaks and masks. They only wore one sleeve, covering their left arm; on their right, the Dark Mark was exhibited in its amoral glory.
"Can I help you?" she heard her father's voice echo. No words were spoken by any of the men. Ginny noticed beads of sweat drip down his face. She reached out for him, but was frozen in place. The three Death Eaters pulled out their wands.
"Don't hurt him!" cried Ginny, but no one saw her or listened.
"Avada Kedavra," the men said in unison. Ginny turned away as green light blasted from their wands.
"Leave my father alone!" she cried, and gasped. Slowly she opened her eyes.
She was in her room, in her bed. Her desk was underneath her window; her stuffed animals piled on her old rocking chair. Dozens of books were crammed on her shelf. The floor was littered with schoolbooks.
*A dream*, Ginny thought quickly, her heart still racing. *Just a dream. A very strange dream, but still a dream. *
"Ginny?" called Hermione. "You awake?"
The girl blinked. "Huh? Oh yeah."
"Good. You better get dressed then, we have to go soon."
"OK, Mione."
Slowly she rose out of bed and went to her closet, peering through the hangers. Today she was going back to Hogwarts- to see Draco again. She wanted something that would take his breath away.
~*~
"Ready to go, Ginny?" called Mr. Weasley from the bottom of the stairs.
"Just another minute, Dad!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Does she normally take this long?" Hermione inquired.
"All the time," Ron answered, his eyes on her and Harry's interlocking fingers.
A moment later, there was a rumbling noise, and Ginny came rumbling down the stairs, dressed in a long black winter coat, her red hair tucked under a cap. "Ready, Dad," she said with a smile.
"Finally," Ron muttered as he and the others carried their luggage out to the car.
The ride to Kings Cross was quick. Mr. Weasley helped the three carry their luggage to the platform.
"Have a good year," he told them cheerily. Hermione and Harry nodded, and while no one was looking, disappeared into the platform between 9 and 10. Ron followed suit.
"See you in June, Ginny," Mr. Weasley said. She looked up at her father- and her dream came rushing back to her in violent swoop.
"I love you, Dad," Ginny replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Mr. Weasley seemed surprised; but he replied, "I love you, too." Feeling relieved, Ginny ran into the barrier, and emerged onto Platform 9 ¾.
"Hey, Gin!" called Dawn. Ginny smiled as she saw her friends wave her over to where they stood.
Nicole frowned when she saw Ginny's thick fleece coat and fuzzy hat. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked.
"Not really," Ginny said. "Just when I see Draco." Her friends giggled, and Ginny rolled her eyes. Sometimes her friends were really immature.
"The train's pulling up," Dawn shouted above the roaring train. "Going to sit with us, Gin?"
"No, I have someone I need to visit first."
~*~
Draco surveyed the students that cluttered the train station. He smiled grimly. It was time for another year to begin; new things to learn, new people to torture. *Speaking of which*, Draco thought to himself, *where's Potter? *
He looked around, but couldn't find the Boy Who Annoyed Him anywhere. *But*, he noticed, *there's Ginny Weasley. * She was dressed in a thick woolen coat, with all her school belongings close to her side. She looked nervous. Draco rolled his eyes. *Guess she's still the same little girl as before. *
Draco was so involved with describing his summer to Crabbe and Goyle he didn't even hear the knock on the compartment door. He looked up-and there stood Ginny Weasley. She smiled at him confidently. "Can I come in?" she mouthed.
Ginny watched Draco's hesitant expression vanish and regain its usual smirk. He couldn't see that behind her back, her hands were quivering. The blonde cocked an eyebrow, and nodded.
Using fake confidence she'd spent the whole summer trying to perfect, she easily sat down on the bench across from Draco. She pretended to wipe off her forehead. "Gee, it's hot in here," she said, pulling off her fuzzy coat.
The boy swallowed hard when he saw her outfit. A leather tube top, red, magically enhanced to look like flames crackling across her chest; waistless blue jeans, skin tight, and small enough to expose a strip of scarlet underwear. She pulled off her hat, showing off her new chin-length haircut.
"You like?" she asked innocently, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice. Draco obviously did enjoy what he was seeing; either that or he'd stuck his magic wand down his pants.
Draco did his best to keep his face straight. He was obviously wrong about her being a goody two-shoes- again. "Get out of here, guys," he ordered Crabbe and Goyle. "I want talk to Ginny alone."
"Ginny?" she said incredulously as the boys left. "Look at us, on a first-name basis."
"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco asked idly.
"What do I want?" whispered Ginny to herself, wrapping her finger around a strand of cherry hair. She stood up and sat beside Draco. "I want back the four years I was in love with Harry Potter and never even noticed you."
*What is she doing? * Draco wondered. *She's either very clever, or completely insane. * "Never noticed me?" the boy laughed. "I couldn't care less if you exist or not."
"Well, considering your magic wand's grown about ten times bigger, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you could care."
Draco couldn't keep up this charade anymore. "Who are you?" he asked.
"The same girl I've always been, just a little more grown up." Ginny smiled at him, a real smile. Her hands quivered, not out of nervousness, but of pure desire to touch his face, his body, his-everywhere. She arched her neck and waited.
*Can't resist an invitation, * Draco thought. He was about to put his mouth on hers-
"GINNY!" The girl winced; that voice was too familiar. Looking away from Draco, she found Ron standing at the door, his face flushed with surprise and anger. "What the hell are you doing?"
The moment was ruined. Draco leaned back in his seat. "Better get out of here, Weasley," he said, his smug air back. "Don't want anyone to know I was slumming."
Normally his words would've stung. But Ginny knew Draco was just putting on airs. "'Bye Draco," she said, gathering up her coat and leaving with Ron.
"Wait 'till Mum hears about this," Ron muttered, pushing Ginny through the train.
"Yeah, I bet she'll be real pleased you tattled on me, Percy," she shot back. Ron skidded to a halt. Ginny hid her smile. The name struck Ron in a sore place.
"Fine, I won't tell," he mumurred softly. "Just don't hang around with him again, all right?"
"All right," she said, sounding a little unsure of herself. She'd never lied to her brother before. *Better get used to it, * Ginny thought as she pulled on her coat.
~*~
Her hands graced his chest. She wanted to explore him with her body, taste him with her mouth. He was cool and sweet, but a little tangy. Like vanilla and oranges. Ginny couldn't believed she wasted her time on Harry Potter when she could've had her own private sex god-
"Ginny?" Professor Trelawney inquired in her usual misty tone. "Are you paying attention?"
"Yes," Ginny muttered, quickly stirring her tea leaves. Straining the tea into her saucer, she looked at the shapes she'd been left with.
"What do you see?" asked the Professor, hovering over Ginny like a dark, jasmine-scented cloud.
Ginny squinted into her cup. "Er, I think that's a flower of some sort."
"A daisy," answered Professor Trelawney. "What does it mean?"
"A new love, I think," Ginny said, blushing slightly. It seemed everyone in the room was now staring at her. "And I see a- question mark?"
"Correct. And what does it mean?"
Ginny shrugged. The Professor turned to another student, who said, "It means questionable morals."
Professor Trelawney nodded. "And there's a raven," Ginny told the teacher dully. "A sign of bad news."
"You have a strong Inner Eye, Ginny," the Professor said.
"Thank you, I suppose." Ginny pushed her teacup away. Suddenly not even imagining making out with Draco would make her happy.
The bell rang, and Ginny began to collect her books. She wondered if they were serving anything good for lunch.
By the time Ginny reached the Great Hall, her friends had already started eating. "Er! Gin!" cried Nicole, her mouth filled with treacle pudding. Ginny winced at the sight of little crumbs spewing from her friend's mouth. *My friends are so lame, * she thought exasperatedly. "How was Divination?"
"Fine," Ginny answered glumly.
"What are you dressing up as for the dance?" Dawn wanted to know, handing Nicole a napkin at the same time.
"Dance?" Ginny said blankly.
Dawn sighed. "The Halloween Dance. The one we've been waiting for for months! Duh!"
"Right. Oh, I haven't gotten a costume yet."
"But the dance is in two days!" Nicole said.
Ginny shrugged. "I'll find something." Her eyes traveled across the room over to the Slytherin table where Draco was holding court among the other Slytherins. She wondered what he was going to go as.
The bell rang again. Ginny scrambled out of the hall, leaving her friends behind. Draco was walking- alone- to his next class.
"Hey," she greeted him. Draco gave her a quick glance.
"What do you want now?"
"What? No kiss for me?"
He stopped in the middle of the hall. "What?"
"I'm joking. I was just curious what you were dressing up as at the Halloween dance."
Draco wasn't sure what to tell her. Ginny had barely spoken to him since the train ride (most likely because Big Brother was always around), except for the quick batting of her eyelashes. She was crafty, this Weasley. Sometimes he wondered why she wasn't Sorted into Slytherin.
"A vampire," he answered truthfully. "Again: why?"
"You'll see," Ginny said with a smile, turning down another corridor. Fascinated, Draco watched her walk away.
~*~ Two days later, Draco did see what Ginny was planning.
The Great Hall was lit with pumpkin lanterns; the walls were covered in cobwebs, complete with real spiders. Half the room was occupied by a table, laid out with Halloween goodies. The other half was empty except for a stage where the DJ was going to set up.
Draco stood near the food tables, his eyes on the door. He couldn't wait to see what Ginny was planning. The boy was confused; Ginny was a Weasley, no better than a Mudblood. Then why was he drawn to her?
"You look awesome, Ginny!" Nicole exclaimed. She and Dawn stood by the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting for their friend.
"Yeah, you too," Ginny said sarcastically. Nicole was dressed like a Raggedy Ann doll; Dawn was a mermaid, complete with glittering tail. The three walked into the party.
The moment Ginny walked into the Great Hall, two boys choked on their food. She was dressed in black leather pants, a green-and-silver halter-top that was cut very low, and stiletto heels. A large silver cross rested on her chest; in her hands she held a wooden stake.
Ron stormed over to Ginny from the refreshments, the bells on his jester hat jingling. "Ginny? What are you wearing?"
Ginny frowned, confused. "Gee, Ron, I thought it was clothing."
He narrowed his eyes. "Funny, Gin."
"I thought it was."
"Go back to your dorm and change."
She rolled her eyes. "No, Ron. Just because you're unhappy that Harry is over there dancing with Hermione doesn't mean you have to take it out on me." Ron looked over to where Harry and Hermione, a.k.a. Romeo and Juliet, were dancing. He turned around to tell his sister off, but found that she was gone.
"Nice fangs," Ginny told Draco, standing beside him.
"What are you supposed to be?" Draco asked, not really caring; he wasn't exactly thinking with his brain at the moment.
"A vampire slayer," she told him. She pressed her stake to his chest. "I've chosen my prey."
Draco grinned. "Do you wanna go somewhere private?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded. They quietly snuck out of the Great Hall.
~*~
Ginny kicked the door to the dormitory open as Draco's lips graced her neck. She spun around and met her mouth with his. His hands crept down her back like spiders, and found their way to the laces of her halter-top. Draco smelled good; he tasted like oranges and vanilla-
"Stop," she gasped, pulling away. Draco stood back, face flushed and irritated. "What? Chickening out?"
She glared at him. "No," she lied. "Things are just moving a little fast."
Draco looked away for her. *This is a Weasley! * he thought wildly. *My father's going to kill me if he ever finds out- * "Thought you were grown up, Ginny," Draco said carelessly. "Thought you could handle it."
"I can handle it," she told him quickly, feeling her face get hot. "Come on, Draco." Before he could say anything else, she pushed him against the wall, inhaling his tangy-sweet scent, and pushing her visions of the future away. "You just better be sure you can handle me."
A Walk on the Wild Side Chapter Two
~*~
She watched silently. Her father sat at his desk in his office, flipping through old parchment pieces. The circles under his eyes were prominent, the lines in his face deep.
Ginny turned to the door, and watched as it fell from its hinges onto the carpet. Mr. Weasley stood, his face sallow. Hovering above the ground, like black shadows, came a troika of men, dressed in ebony cloaks and masks. They only wore one sleeve, covering their left arm; on their right, the Dark Mark was exhibited in its amoral glory.
"Can I help you?" she heard her father's voice echo. No words were spoken by any of the men. Ginny noticed beads of sweat drip down his face. She reached out for him, but was frozen in place. The three Death Eaters pulled out their wands.
"Don't hurt him!" cried Ginny, but no one saw her or listened.
"Avada Kedavra," the men said in unison. Ginny turned away as green light blasted from their wands.
"Leave my father alone!" she cried, and gasped. Slowly she opened her eyes.
She was in her room, in her bed. Her desk was underneath her window; her stuffed animals piled on her old rocking chair. Dozens of books were crammed on her shelf. The floor was littered with schoolbooks.
*A dream*, Ginny thought quickly, her heart still racing. *Just a dream. A very strange dream, but still a dream. *
"Ginny?" called Hermione. "You awake?"
The girl blinked. "Huh? Oh yeah."
"Good. You better get dressed then, we have to go soon."
"OK, Mione."
Slowly she rose out of bed and went to her closet, peering through the hangers. Today she was going back to Hogwarts- to see Draco again. She wanted something that would take his breath away.
~*~
"Ready to go, Ginny?" called Mr. Weasley from the bottom of the stairs.
"Just another minute, Dad!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Does she normally take this long?" Hermione inquired.
"All the time," Ron answered, his eyes on her and Harry's interlocking fingers.
A moment later, there was a rumbling noise, and Ginny came rumbling down the stairs, dressed in a long black winter coat, her red hair tucked under a cap. "Ready, Dad," she said with a smile.
"Finally," Ron muttered as he and the others carried their luggage out to the car.
The ride to Kings Cross was quick. Mr. Weasley helped the three carry their luggage to the platform.
"Have a good year," he told them cheerily. Hermione and Harry nodded, and while no one was looking, disappeared into the platform between 9 and 10. Ron followed suit.
"See you in June, Ginny," Mr. Weasley said. She looked up at her father- and her dream came rushing back to her in violent swoop.
"I love you, Dad," Ginny replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Mr. Weasley seemed surprised; but he replied, "I love you, too." Feeling relieved, Ginny ran into the barrier, and emerged onto Platform 9 ¾.
"Hey, Gin!" called Dawn. Ginny smiled as she saw her friends wave her over to where they stood.
Nicole frowned when she saw Ginny's thick fleece coat and fuzzy hat. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked.
"Not really," Ginny said. "Just when I see Draco." Her friends giggled, and Ginny rolled her eyes. Sometimes her friends were really immature.
"The train's pulling up," Dawn shouted above the roaring train. "Going to sit with us, Gin?"
"No, I have someone I need to visit first."
~*~
Draco surveyed the students that cluttered the train station. He smiled grimly. It was time for another year to begin; new things to learn, new people to torture. *Speaking of which*, Draco thought to himself, *where's Potter? *
He looked around, but couldn't find the Boy Who Annoyed Him anywhere. *But*, he noticed, *there's Ginny Weasley. * She was dressed in a thick woolen coat, with all her school belongings close to her side. She looked nervous. Draco rolled his eyes. *Guess she's still the same little girl as before. *
Draco was so involved with describing his summer to Crabbe and Goyle he didn't even hear the knock on the compartment door. He looked up-and there stood Ginny Weasley. She smiled at him confidently. "Can I come in?" she mouthed.
Ginny watched Draco's hesitant expression vanish and regain its usual smirk. He couldn't see that behind her back, her hands were quivering. The blonde cocked an eyebrow, and nodded.
Using fake confidence she'd spent the whole summer trying to perfect, she easily sat down on the bench across from Draco. She pretended to wipe off her forehead. "Gee, it's hot in here," she said, pulling off her fuzzy coat.
The boy swallowed hard when he saw her outfit. A leather tube top, red, magically enhanced to look like flames crackling across her chest; waistless blue jeans, skin tight, and small enough to expose a strip of scarlet underwear. She pulled off her hat, showing off her new chin-length haircut.
"You like?" she asked innocently, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice. Draco obviously did enjoy what he was seeing; either that or he'd stuck his magic wand down his pants.
Draco did his best to keep his face straight. He was obviously wrong about her being a goody two-shoes- again. "Get out of here, guys," he ordered Crabbe and Goyle. "I want talk to Ginny alone."
"Ginny?" she said incredulously as the boys left. "Look at us, on a first-name basis."
"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco asked idly.
"What do I want?" whispered Ginny to herself, wrapping her finger around a strand of cherry hair. She stood up and sat beside Draco. "I want back the four years I was in love with Harry Potter and never even noticed you."
*What is she doing? * Draco wondered. *She's either very clever, or completely insane. * "Never noticed me?" the boy laughed. "I couldn't care less if you exist or not."
"Well, considering your magic wand's grown about ten times bigger, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you could care."
Draco couldn't keep up this charade anymore. "Who are you?" he asked.
"The same girl I've always been, just a little more grown up." Ginny smiled at him, a real smile. Her hands quivered, not out of nervousness, but of pure desire to touch his face, his body, his-everywhere. She arched her neck and waited.
*Can't resist an invitation, * Draco thought. He was about to put his mouth on hers-
"GINNY!" The girl winced; that voice was too familiar. Looking away from Draco, she found Ron standing at the door, his face flushed with surprise and anger. "What the hell are you doing?"
The moment was ruined. Draco leaned back in his seat. "Better get out of here, Weasley," he said, his smug air back. "Don't want anyone to know I was slumming."
Normally his words would've stung. But Ginny knew Draco was just putting on airs. "'Bye Draco," she said, gathering up her coat and leaving with Ron.
"Wait 'till Mum hears about this," Ron muttered, pushing Ginny through the train.
"Yeah, I bet she'll be real pleased you tattled on me, Percy," she shot back. Ron skidded to a halt. Ginny hid her smile. The name struck Ron in a sore place.
"Fine, I won't tell," he mumurred softly. "Just don't hang around with him again, all right?"
"All right," she said, sounding a little unsure of herself. She'd never lied to her brother before. *Better get used to it, * Ginny thought as she pulled on her coat.
~*~
Her hands graced his chest. She wanted to explore him with her body, taste him with her mouth. He was cool and sweet, but a little tangy. Like vanilla and oranges. Ginny couldn't believed she wasted her time on Harry Potter when she could've had her own private sex god-
"Ginny?" Professor Trelawney inquired in her usual misty tone. "Are you paying attention?"
"Yes," Ginny muttered, quickly stirring her tea leaves. Straining the tea into her saucer, she looked at the shapes she'd been left with.
"What do you see?" asked the Professor, hovering over Ginny like a dark, jasmine-scented cloud.
Ginny squinted into her cup. "Er, I think that's a flower of some sort."
"A daisy," answered Professor Trelawney. "What does it mean?"
"A new love, I think," Ginny said, blushing slightly. It seemed everyone in the room was now staring at her. "And I see a- question mark?"
"Correct. And what does it mean?"
Ginny shrugged. The Professor turned to another student, who said, "It means questionable morals."
Professor Trelawney nodded. "And there's a raven," Ginny told the teacher dully. "A sign of bad news."
"You have a strong Inner Eye, Ginny," the Professor said.
"Thank you, I suppose." Ginny pushed her teacup away. Suddenly not even imagining making out with Draco would make her happy.
The bell rang, and Ginny began to collect her books. She wondered if they were serving anything good for lunch.
By the time Ginny reached the Great Hall, her friends had already started eating. "Er! Gin!" cried Nicole, her mouth filled with treacle pudding. Ginny winced at the sight of little crumbs spewing from her friend's mouth. *My friends are so lame, * she thought exasperatedly. "How was Divination?"
"Fine," Ginny answered glumly.
"What are you dressing up as for the dance?" Dawn wanted to know, handing Nicole a napkin at the same time.
"Dance?" Ginny said blankly.
Dawn sighed. "The Halloween Dance. The one we've been waiting for for months! Duh!"
"Right. Oh, I haven't gotten a costume yet."
"But the dance is in two days!" Nicole said.
Ginny shrugged. "I'll find something." Her eyes traveled across the room over to the Slytherin table where Draco was holding court among the other Slytherins. She wondered what he was going to go as.
The bell rang again. Ginny scrambled out of the hall, leaving her friends behind. Draco was walking- alone- to his next class.
"Hey," she greeted him. Draco gave her a quick glance.
"What do you want now?"
"What? No kiss for me?"
He stopped in the middle of the hall. "What?"
"I'm joking. I was just curious what you were dressing up as at the Halloween dance."
Draco wasn't sure what to tell her. Ginny had barely spoken to him since the train ride (most likely because Big Brother was always around), except for the quick batting of her eyelashes. She was crafty, this Weasley. Sometimes he wondered why she wasn't Sorted into Slytherin.
"A vampire," he answered truthfully. "Again: why?"
"You'll see," Ginny said with a smile, turning down another corridor. Fascinated, Draco watched her walk away.
~*~ Two days later, Draco did see what Ginny was planning.
The Great Hall was lit with pumpkin lanterns; the walls were covered in cobwebs, complete with real spiders. Half the room was occupied by a table, laid out with Halloween goodies. The other half was empty except for a stage where the DJ was going to set up.
Draco stood near the food tables, his eyes on the door. He couldn't wait to see what Ginny was planning. The boy was confused; Ginny was a Weasley, no better than a Mudblood. Then why was he drawn to her?
"You look awesome, Ginny!" Nicole exclaimed. She and Dawn stood by the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting for their friend.
"Yeah, you too," Ginny said sarcastically. Nicole was dressed like a Raggedy Ann doll; Dawn was a mermaid, complete with glittering tail. The three walked into the party.
The moment Ginny walked into the Great Hall, two boys choked on their food. She was dressed in black leather pants, a green-and-silver halter-top that was cut very low, and stiletto heels. A large silver cross rested on her chest; in her hands she held a wooden stake.
Ron stormed over to Ginny from the refreshments, the bells on his jester hat jingling. "Ginny? What are you wearing?"
Ginny frowned, confused. "Gee, Ron, I thought it was clothing."
He narrowed his eyes. "Funny, Gin."
"I thought it was."
"Go back to your dorm and change."
She rolled her eyes. "No, Ron. Just because you're unhappy that Harry is over there dancing with Hermione doesn't mean you have to take it out on me." Ron looked over to where Harry and Hermione, a.k.a. Romeo and Juliet, were dancing. He turned around to tell his sister off, but found that she was gone.
"Nice fangs," Ginny told Draco, standing beside him.
"What are you supposed to be?" Draco asked, not really caring; he wasn't exactly thinking with his brain at the moment.
"A vampire slayer," she told him. She pressed her stake to his chest. "I've chosen my prey."
Draco grinned. "Do you wanna go somewhere private?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded. They quietly snuck out of the Great Hall.
~*~
Ginny kicked the door to the dormitory open as Draco's lips graced her neck. She spun around and met her mouth with his. His hands crept down her back like spiders, and found their way to the laces of her halter-top. Draco smelled good; he tasted like oranges and vanilla-
"Stop," she gasped, pulling away. Draco stood back, face flushed and irritated. "What? Chickening out?"
She glared at him. "No," she lied. "Things are just moving a little fast."
Draco looked away for her. *This is a Weasley! * he thought wildly. *My father's going to kill me if he ever finds out- * "Thought you were grown up, Ginny," Draco said carelessly. "Thought you could handle it."
"I can handle it," she told him quickly, feeling her face get hot. "Come on, Draco." Before he could say anything else, she pushed him against the wall, inhaling his tangy-sweet scent, and pushing her visions of the future away. "You just better be sure you can handle me."