The Seductress

Part VIII

If looks could kill

The attacks continued on Ginny, as if it were a tradition. She grew very weary over the days, and Draco tended to her wounds with the tip of his fingers. Ginny felt a special sensation, something growing rapidly when he touched her. Soaked in blood would have made some people uneasy, but she got used to it, and she had felt a sudden urge to pour the blood through her, over and over again, the scars were numbing her pain, and Draco merely healed them, and they would spend long nights talking until Ginny bid him a goodnight and went to her own bed, where she woke up, scars on her arms, blood trickling through them.

Finally, after three weeks, Draco had finally said what he needed to.

"It's not as if I don't like you coming here Ginny, you know I do," he started to say as a cute blush formed in her cheeks. "But you can't go all your life getting hurt and expecting me to be there. You need to do something, fast. This is a serious problem, it's abuse. Promise me you'll do something."

"Oh c'mon, there's nothing to do. I've gotten hurt before. More than physically. I am strong, I am not a baby, Draco," she protested meekly.

"Ginny, please! You have to do something! We need to figure out who's doing this and why."

"Isn't it obvious? The first night I got the scars, I was with you. Surely you have more than one or two admirers, and they are absolutely insane. If you are insisting that I help myself, well I think the only way to stop these attacks is to stop talking to you," she merely replied.

There was a long pause, as Draco sat there on his bed, with an expressionless emotion on his face.

"There is another way," he started.

"Tell me," said Ginny, crossing her arms over her midriff.

"You could spend the night here, and then we both pretend to fall asleep until the intruder comes. Yes! It's perfect. If she goes into your bedroom, and sees it's vacant, surely she will deduct that you're staying over. I am sure I heard of a spell to keep you awake, so we won't have to worry if your little stalker arrives late," he produced smugly.

"I guess that could work. But are you sure? What if our intruder comes and sees that we see her, and attacks us both?" she said, grimacing.

"I'll be sure to have something handy just in case this happens. C'mon, Ginny, where's your sense of adventure?" he said, patting her shoulder thoughtfully.

"Adventure is one thing. Murder is another."

~

After classes, Ginny reluctantly let Draco lead her to his Prefect Dorm, and she changed into her long, heavy green colored nightgown in his small spare bathroom after a light shower and brushing of teeth. When she was done, she awkwardly sat on the corner of his bed as she heard the shower turn on, which meant Draco was in the bathroom, naked, and using soap.

She shuddered for an unknown reason. The fact that Draco was in there, with his toned body disturbed her. Why should he be alone? Why couldn't she join him?

The thought formed into her subconscious all too late. She shook herself. For a Gryffindor and good girl, she sure was thinking improper thoughts. Finally, her eyes began to get extremely tired, and she ended up lying on the bed, scrunching into the corner of his bed sheets, resting her eyes.

I won't fall asleep. I won't fall asleep.

A hand shook her awake, and she sat up, startled, and sighed a breath of relief. It was only Draco, and he was dressed in black robes and matching slippers. His hair wasn't as slicked back as usual; it was hanging messily to the sides of his forehead, making him look rather charming.

He didn't say a word as he took off his slippers and slipped into bed, pouring the covers over them.

"When do you think she'll arrive?" he said, breaking the unusual silence.

"I don't know. Probably late at night, because I stay up late, and she always seems to know when I am asleep," Ginny explained thoughtfully.

"Oh."

Ginny had turned over, so Draco was facing her back. He cleared his throat so she turned her head and looked up at him.

"What?" she croaked sleepily.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You already did," she complained.

He ignored this statement and continued.

"If I were the last man on earth, would you sleep with me?"

Ginny sat up, surprised that he had enough nerve to ask her such a question. She glared at him. It was hard to do, since she was flattered that he had asked that question, and through the skin peeking through the bathrobe, she certainly knew the answer. But Ginny was stubborn, and she didn't liked to be teased.

"You woke me up for that? Honestly, all you guys think about is sex," she mumbled.

"Oh, and you don't think about it? Don't tell me you're a virgin or something."

"Well, why not? I am only fourteen, aren't I?" she asked.

"Well, yeah I guess that's young. For a girl anyway."

"When did you lose it?" she snapped.

"Thirteen," he said, shrugging.

"You are so sick!" she grumbled.

"You still didn't answer my question. Would you sleep with me if I was the last man on earth?" he said.

"I don't know! God, when did we get into the subject of intercourse anyway?"

"Is that what you call it? Intercourse," he sneered. "Well I call it sex. Hot, rough ..."

"Okay! Okay! More than I needed to know. Listen, I really want to rest my eyes, since I won't be able to sleep. Can you stop with all the questions?"

There was a awkward silence as Ginny closed her eyes, unable to fall asleep; the charm that Draco had put on her was working it's way into her body, and she felt oddly cranky to the fact that she wouldn't be able to asleep while an insane murderer was prowling around.

As Ginny was lost in her thoughts, Draco was lost in his. He had his eyes open and blinked every so often, of course, but what he was really watching was her. She looked pretty in green, although not as beautiful as she looked in red. Red blood, he added, shuddering. Her nightgown was slightly parted, and her creamy flesh came into view. He remembered that time where she had sat in his lap, causing a huge reaction from him. He remembered how she cute she looked when she scowled at him and how amazed she looked after that story he had told. A sudden rush of worry flood through him. The story, he noted, sounded oddly familiar. Besides having it heard from Elizabeth, he was quite sure that it was a part of him, something he hadn't reviewed all his life, but had it inside of him.

He examined her face, which was scrunched up slightly; her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her lips were primed into a thin, line, and soft lips they looked, they were converted into a mere frown. Her face was small and apple shaped, and when her peaceful breathing ensued, he felt the need to run his hand through her hair, his fingers itching. Her hair, which was flaming red, a rare color, was a different sort of enticing, and Draco had taken an immense liking to it. Making sure that her eyes were still closed, and her breathing had not taken any intakes, he raised one finger and gently prodded one string of hair with it.

Her hair felt like soft silk, rushing through his finger. He was so concentrated on her hair that he did not see a hooded figure emerge into the room. The lights lowered slightly, and Draco frowned, taking his fingers off of her hair and pretending to be asleep. He poked Ginny softly, and whispered, "She's here."

There was no telling whether Ginny had heard him or not, but Draco swore he felt her stiffen slightly.

He peeked slightly through his eyelashes, as he saw the hooded person come closer. It was hard to see her face, for her robes were far too long and covering almost every inch of her. Suddenly, she stopped in front of Ginny's "sleeping" figure, and explored the insides of her robes until she emerged with something from her hand. A sharp looking knife shined across the darkness.

Draco clutched his wand a bit tighter, which he had managed to get out from underneath his pillow and sneak it into his hand. The person lowered and the knife neared Ginny's arm.

He knew what he had to do. He got up, and the hooded person backed away, surprised that he had awaken.

"Stay where you are!" he demanded, his wand pointing at her. Ginny had opened her eyes also, and was looking at the hooded figure with complete terror upon her face.

The knife dropped from the intruder's hand and into the floor, and as Ginny and Draco were distracted, the intruder took this chance to run. Draco had his wand ready. "Reciprico!"

She was on the floor now, unconscious. Wand in his hand, Draco leaned forward and Ginny followed him sleepily. He pointed the wand at the her chest and took off her hood, and emerged from the hood were thick wisps, of brown hair...

~

Who is it? Well, I can tell you guys it's not Pansy! Haven't you guys learned yet that I like to surprise people? Tsk, tsk...

Also, for the person who asked me what myth I used...I am shocked! I made the whole "Seductress Marries Healer" myth by myself, of course! I don't like copying, or changing words, and although I find myself doing it sometimes, I always try to be original. So for anyone who wants to know, the myth belongs to me, and can't be used. I created it for the plot. Let me give you a clue (although I am sure everyone has already figured it out): Relive. That's all.

Thanks, everyone for reviewing, I really love reading your kind words.

-Court