DISCLAIMER: Not mine, Don't sue please, I have no money.
'Stupid bitch,' Draco thought as he slid down a concrete wall just outside the Hall. 'What the hell did I ever do wrong to have Parkinson forced upon me?'
'Oh right, I remember now…..it all comes with having an evil, self serving, sadistic bastard for a father.'
"Heil Hitler," he mumbled under his breath in disgust.
Come to think of it, he didn't even find the little weasel attractive.
'Yes you do, you bloody prat.'
"I don't," he spat.
'You do, it just scares the hell out of you that a little girl could render you speechless by merely walking into a room.'
Draco ran his fingers through his hair.
"Shutup," he snapped to himself.
"You know Mal-foy, talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity. Although I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you dragged off to St Mungos."
Startled, Draco stood up and looked straight into the eyes of Ginny Weasley. He was planning on making a rude remark or at the very least demand that she leave, but all he could manage was a faint "Uh."
'Smooth Draco, real smooth. Rendered speechless for the second time in five minutes by a little red headed weasel. Maybe I will be making a trip to St Mungo's some time soon.'
Damn, he couldn't deny that she was attractive now. This little fire sprite was an absolute goddess.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. She had to admit that he looked extremely hot. Hell, Draco Malfoy would look hot in rags.
'Even without the rags,' she thought and then suddenly gasped. 'WHAT THE HELL!!?? I did not just think that. I did not just wonder what Malfoy would look like naked! I wonder what……NO!!! Deep breaths.'
Draco seemed to have got over the initial shock of Ginny's presence and smirked at the expression on her face. He could almost tell what she was thinking.
"Like what you see, Virginia?" he asked folding his arms across his chest.
Ginny looked at him wide-eyed. She had come out here to humiliate * him *
Not have him humiliate her. She couldn't even remember exactly how she was planning on doing it either. Her thoughts had gone cloudy, almost. Just having him a metre away was affecting her ability to think straight. If he could do that to her from a metre, what would happen if he touched her.
"Lost for words, Virginia?" Draco asked seductively, stepping towards her so that they were now only a few painful inches apart.
"I, I –uh, I was just umm –"
"Shhh," he silenced her stroking her cheek.
She felt a shiver up her spine. Slowly Ginny raised her head and looked into her eyes. They were familiar.
She instantly recoiled.
"I have to go," she blurted out and ran back into the great hall, heart pounding.
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Draco watched Ginny run back into the Hall and sighed.
'I'm such a bloody idiot.'
He hadn't expected her to run. He wouldn't have been surprised if she slapped him, but the running was definitely a surprise. Did he really scare her that much. Draco knew that he had a rather infamous reputation when it came to girls. He seduced the female population of Hogwarts as if it were a sport.
'That's not why she ran though. Why did she run?'
He had to find out. He needed an explanation. If it had been any other girl he couldn't have cared less. But he couldn't let it go with Ginny. Something told him that if he did he would regret it.
'Jesus Draco, you're a bloody Malfoy for chrissakes. Who cares if she ran away from you?!'
Suddenly he was angry. Angry that she could have such a hold over him. No one controlled him. No one. And yet Virginia Weasley was doing a pretty good damn job at it. Not directly, but she was still doing it. And he'd be damned if he let her.
Draco growled and swept back into the Hall, robes billowing behind him.
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Ginny sat on a chair in the corner of the hall, clutching at her throat, her breath coming in short gasps.
Those eyes. So alluring, so seductive, so dangerous. Looking into his eyes was like looking straight back into Tom's. They possessed the same kind of dangerous persuasion.
She had to get out of here. What if he came back in? What would she do then?
Hands shaking, Ginny slowly stood and trying to keep as calm as possible, walked around the edge of the room towards the doors. She was halfway there when a pair of strong arms circled round her waist.
"It's only me," a deep voice purred in her ear.
"Draco?" Ginny asked weakly.
"The one and only."
He spun her around and pulled her onto the dance floor as a song began to play.
Don't stray
Don't ever go away
She wanted to struggle, to pull away, but her body refused.
I'm simply much to smart for this
You know it gets the better of me
Sometimes when you and I collide
I fall into an ocean of you
Pull me out in time don't let me drown let me down
I say it's all because of you
"Why did you run, Virginia?" he asked her softly.
She didn't reply and just concentrated on diverting her misty gaze somewhere else, anywhere but his steely grey eyes.
And here I go
Losing my control
I'm practising your name so I can say it to your face
It doesn't seem right
To look you in the eye
Let all the things you mean to me come tumbling out my mouth
Indeed it's time to tell you why
I say it's all because of you
"I'm not really like they say I am you know," he continued.
Ginny snapped her head up and found herself staring into his eyes again. But this time she saw something else. Something she had missed before. Hurt. She had never seen any emotion in his eyes before. Draco Malfoy was hurting. Suddenly, his eyes didn't remind her of Tom at all.
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know all about you
"I know," she whispered, and strung her arms around his neck as the swayed softly to the music.
And there's no cure
And no way to be sure
Why everything's turned inside out
Instilling so much doubt
"Do I scare you?" he whispered.
It makes me so tired
I feel so uninspired
My head is battling with my heart
My logic has been torn apart
And now it all turns sour
It sweeps in every afternoon
"Yes."
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know all about you
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know all about you
"Why?"
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
"You're making me feel things. Things I don't understand, I – I don't know wha –"
And now it all turns sour
It sweeps in every afternoon
Its time to tell you why
I say it's all because of you
"Shhhh, I know."
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know all about you
"What? How?"
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know all about you
"Shhhhh, just dance."
It's all because of you
He pulled her closer causing more shivers up her spine.
It's all because of you
'What am I doing?' Draco thought. But soon all thoughts were erased from his mind as her sweet scent intoxicated him, making his head spin and his heart beat even faster than it already was.
It's all because of you
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Ron Weasley was sitting at a table with Hermoine who was throwing out desperate hints for him to ask her to dance. It seemed though, that Ron was completely clueless, and was currently seeing how many peanuts he could catch in his mouth in a row.
"Looks, like everyone's having fun dancing, Ron," Hermoine said brightly, "we must be the only two people here that are sitting down."
"Are we? Wow!"
Hermoine sighed. This night was not turning out well at all. She felt someone tapping her shoulder and turned in her seat.
"Oh. Hi Neville," she said in a disappointed tone.
"Hermoine, you didn't tell me Ginny was coming with Malfoy," Neville said looking slightly hurt.
This comment seemed to grab Ron's attention.
"Good one, Neville," he laughed, "didn't fool me though. Why would Ginny go near a git like Malfoy?"
"Oh my god Ron, no look over there. Neville's right," Hermoine said grabbing Ron's arm incase he decided to do anything rash.
"WHAT?!" Ron stood abruptly and strode over to where Ginny and Draco were dancing, fists clenched at his side.
"Ron!" Hermoine screamed at him.
But it was too late. Ron's fist had already connected with Draco's jaw.
