~*~
It
had been going on for days - weeks, even. Every meal time, Ginny would sit in
the Great Hall and play eye-games with Draco Malfoy, of all people. It started
off him staring at her for the whole 45 minutes it took to have breakfast one
morning. At first, Ginny thought he was just trying to irritate her, another
annoying little tactic he'd concocted. Recently, though, it had turned more
intense. Ginny would feel her heart quicken pace every meal time. She would
struggle to get a place facing the direction he always sat in so she could gain
eye contact. It was a strange feeling. Was it excitement? Every meal would turn
into a game. Ginny would loose every time. Draco easily outstared her. Her
embarrassment always won over, causing her to blush and look away. Much to his pleasure.
***
"Weasley."
A voice whispered from the shadows of the sixth floor corridor. Ginny had to
stop herself from yelping - it was nightime and the castle was dark. She
bristled, and turned.
"What?"
It was him. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and wondered if her
ribcage would explode.
"Why are you wondering around at this late hour?"
Ginny gathered every ounce of courage in her being. "I could ask you the
same question," she retorted, trying to stop the shaking in her voice.
Draco laughed softly.
"In case you'd forgotten, Virginia, I'm a Prefect. We're allowed to wonder
the corridors at all hours. Prefect rights."
Ginny didn't quite know how to respond to that, so she didn't.
"Now. Tell me what you're doing up, or I'd have to give you a
punishment."
"I was coming down from Professor Flitwick's office and heading back to
the Common Room. He was giving me some extra books to help with Banishing
charms," Ginny answered truthfully, fixating her eyes on her feet. She
jumped as she felt his finger brush her chin. Looking up fearfully, she
observed that Draco's face was inches from hers. She let out a small squeak.
"Banishing Charms, huh?"
Draco's lips curled into something which could just about resemble a smile. Or
a sneer.
He paused for a second, keeping his eyes firmly locked with Ginny's.
"Come with me, Virginia."
Ginny didn't know why, but she followed Draco as he led her down passageways
and through portrait holes. Her mind didn't have a chance to register where she
was going, it was too busy managing a confusing emotion mix of fear and
anticipation.
When they finally reached their destination, Ginny stopped to observe her
surroundings. They were in some kind of office, where the furniture was antique
and spectacular, and the chairs and sofas were plush.
"Head Boy's office," Draco positively grinned at her, sitting on the
desk chair and propping his feet up on the desk.
"This is - this is Harry's office?" Ginny stuttered, shocked. Harry
had never shown her his office. Oh, God, Harry...
Draco nodded smugly. "Overheard him muttering about the new password to
Granger the other day...twit."
Draco had hit a sore spot. Ginny tensed, and opened her mouth to hurl abuse at
an already prepared Draco. He rushed forward and covered her mouth with his
hand, putting the other at the back of her head.
"Sssh," he whispered into her ear. "Sssh." He held his
hands in place until Ginny's body sagged beneath him. He could smell the fear
that surrounded her. He liked that smell.
He gently but firmly tilted her head up towards his. Her eyes were void of
emotion - they betrayed none of Ginny's thoughts. In one swift movement, his
lips were on hers. To Draco's surprise and shock, she didn't protest. She
wasn't a very active participant, either.
Ginny struggled to place her emotions. Why aren't I fighting him off? Why
don't I want to? She was confused, disorientated, her head spun at the
touch of Draco's lips against hers. This felt so wrong, so dangerous. Was that
what she liked about it? Gradually, her lips began to move in synch with his.
They thrived together, and Ginny felt his tongue move into her mouth. She
didn't fight it. Instead, she closed her eyes tightly and imagined she was with
Harry. She imagined she was with Harry. In his office, with him softly kissing
her. She let out the breath she had been holding in and sagged against his
body.
This is too easy, Draco thought, almost regretfully. Looks like we're
going to have to try the next step. He slid his hand from the back of her
neck, all the way down her spine, and up again. He almost broke away when he
felt her step in towards him. Their bodies moulded together as one, as Draco's
mind raced. Never did he thought he would see this day - the day that little
Ginny Weasley would stand in her beloved Harry's office, passionately kissing
him - and seeming to enjoy it. It was almost laughable. Draco took a step
forward, forcing Ginny to take a step back. He moved her over to the couch,
where he broke from her earnest mouth, and gave her a small shove. With a
puppy-type yelp, she fell, her auburn hair framing her pale face. He climbed
ruthlessly on top of her, and toyed with her Gryffindor tie.
"So...Virginia...quite the little devil, aren't you?" he drawled in a
silky voice. Ginny's eyes were clamped shut. This isn't Draco talking. It's
Harry. And he's telling me how much he loves me. Draco chuckled softly, and
tugged at the tie, dropping it carelessly to the ground. He slowly unbuttoned
her shirt, ever amazed at her lack of protesting. He turned his attention to
the removal of his own garments. This was going to be a fun night.