Ginny was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the entrance hall the next morning; Hermione had managed to drag her down. She thought about her brother's reaction to the article, and wondered what his reaction would be when she went to the ball with Angelus. Probably a lot worse, she thought. People were staring at her. The girls were mainly giving her weird looks or envious ones. The guys were mainly giving her leers, or appreciating looks, and catcalling or whistling. In general, it was a weird day. Her brother had lightened up, but was now giving her disapproving looks, which were less frightening then his angry ones and a lot more annoying. She was still worried about Angelus' reaction. Hermione seemed to know something was up, but she had kept her mouth shut. Last night, she had tried to milk her for information, but it didn't work. She wished she could tell Hermione, but she couldn't. She figured she could come up with a plan, and then tell her. But she didn't have any ideas for a plan yet. She was also frightened of telling Hermione, and a bit ashamed. But Ginny knew she had to tell her...eventually. Sometimes Ginny liked having a secret, and a dirty one at that. She felt naughty, and she kind of liked it...but she figured she'd have to tell someone eventually and the perfect person was Hermione. Then the mail came and an owl dropped a letter in her lap, it was Angelus' handwriting. Shit. So she opened it..

Virginia,

Meet me in at the room we have been practicing dancing in. Wear something that won't keep you hot, and that you can dance in

Angelus

Wow, how short and to the point, she thought. Angelus was good at that. But, there was no mention of the article from Angelus. Maybe he didn't get it? She thought hopefully. She was doubtful, but she could hope. So she went to her classes. She was glad that the classes were taking forever; she was not looking forward to dancing lessons. Then, finally, the moment came. She had gone up to her common room, put on a pair of short shorts and a white tank top on, with the school robe on over it. She walked very slowly to the room but, unfortunately, he was there early.

"Hello, Virginia" He practically purred

She noted that vampires seemed to be a lot like cats, especially when they did that, but pushed it to the back of her mind

"Angelus"

They walked into the room, which was set up like it usually was; the windows open, the room mostly lit up with moonlight, with a couple candles burning, music playing in the background.... He took her in his arms, and the music got faster, almost as if was anticipating the dance starting. They did the tango, like always, but it seemed different. He seemed a bit rougher with her and a lot more...wicked. She started out nervous, but like she usually did, got lost in the music. They were reckless, spinning in and out, dramatic turns, hands roaming everywhere. It was wild, and different, and much more enjoyable. And then he stopped, as the music stopped. And, oddly enough, she really wanted to keep on going.

"Very good, I finally got what I wanted out of that dance; that was what the real tango is like." Angelus said

"So we are finished with the tango?" She asked

"Yes" He replied

"What dance are we going to learn next, then?" She asked

"Swing" He replied

"But, I'm going to teach you that tomorrow night, right now we are going to do something else" He continued

"Okay..."

"I saw that article, the one with you and Spike, and I thought I had told you that you belonged to me, you weren't supposed to be with any other guys, especially him." He told her in an even tone, seeming perfectly under control, and not angry at all.

"That was before I belonged to you" She told him a bit nervously

"Ah, well then" He said and she thought she was off the hook but then reality decide to smack her in the face.

"You should have told me after you knew about my ownership of you, that you had a relationship with Spike" He said, still speaking calmly.

"I don't have a relationship with Spike, we are just friends" she told him, wondering how he could stay so calm. But right after she said this, his calm facade disappeared. His eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, and then his vamp-face came on. And, before she could do or say anything he had her pinned her up against the wall. He was now making a low growling sound.

"Do you really expect me to believe that?!" He demanded in a harsh whisper.

"But its tr-" she started to say but was cut off by Angelus:

"Oh well, it doesn't matter now, you still are going to be punished, I haven't liked dealing with this or thinking about it, and its all because of you"

"Punished?" She asked in a low, nervous whisper "Yeah, like torture, killing of one's family or friends..." He said and she visibly shuddered.

"Or, we could do it the fun way...a way that's pleasurable for both of us" He continued. She was not liking the way he said fun.

"So, what's the punishment then?" she said, already having a good idea what he was going to say.

"Just some...messing around" He said in a deep, husky voice.

"Just a little fun to keep my mind off that article" He continued.

Oh great, she thought sarcastically, the 'fun' word again. And then she was brought out of her thoughts, by him licking her neck. Oooooooohhh, nice. She shuddered again, and it wasn't from fear. And then she scolded herself, and stiffened. Angelus, having felt the whole thing, let out a deep, throaty chuckle against her neck, and then continued his ministrations. He left soft, light kisses up and down her neck, and then on her collarbone. She was afraid her legs were gonna give out. She did not want not admit that she was fully enjoying this. Then he kissed her on the mouth, a rough, possessive kiss. She had never experienced anything like this before. If Angelus always kisses like this, he can have me for as long as he wants, she thought. But immediately after, she knew it was wrong and that he would never have her if she had control over the situation, but since she didn't...

Their tongues dueled for dominance before Angelus broke the kiss.

"That was part one of the punishment" He whispered into hear, and nibbled on it.

Then he was gone.

She slid down against the wall and whispered:

"What have I done?"