This is a short ficlet that came from a challenge located at Fiction Alley. I have no idea if I followed the rules to the right extent, but I don't really care as it was fun to write! The rules besides, theme/plot, length(250-1500 words) and mechanics:

Characterisation of Ginny: 35 marks overall

· 15 for manipulation

· 10 for whorism

· 10 for portrayal (which includes IC-ness)


Characterisation of Draco: 25 overall

· 15 for submissiveness

· 10 for portrayal


Style & overall enjoyment: 20
//100

Extra marks for:

· Polygamy on either side, esp. if it's with Harry and/or Tom Riddle. Most points awarded if you can somehow fit in Draco/Tom without making it entirely silly

· Involving Lucius and/or Narcissa, esp. if it contains Lucius/Narcissa as a pairing

Yep. Now moving on to One Night (I'm so original, aren't I?)

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As Harry's arm wrapped around her shoulders, she watched another with clouded brown eyes as he opened the letter and read it. She watched as he ran a hand through his slicked blond hair, stood and left the Great Hall, his confident swagger, his knowing smirk, and mocking blue eyes - as if he owned the world. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her left ear. The movement made her presence aware to the boy next to her.

"I love you, Ginny. You know that don't you?" Harry whispered, huskily, nuzzling the girl's shoulder.

She nodded. "I know you do, Harry. Now, go on to your Quidditch practice." The boy pecked her on the cheek and left. She watched him go, and turned her attention at the empty chair across the room where students were clad in robes with green crests.

"This will be almost too easy, she whispered. A faint smile graced her lips.

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"Professor Snape," the red head said, leaning against the Potions room doorframe.

The greasy haired man looked up. "Miss. Weasley --"

"Call me Ginny. We're not in class."

"-- I presume you know it is after school hours?"

Ginny moved from the doorframe and walked to the middle of the room. "Why, yes, Sir. I am aware of the time." She came up to his table, eyes focused upon the man in front of her. "It's just that I'm having trouble," she leaned upon the desk, "sleeping." She grinned.

"I am not, in case you haven't noticed, Madame Pompfrey. Go to the Hospital Wing and ask her for a Sleeping Drought."

Ginny tapped her chin, eyes wandering to the shelves of jars, "I could, but I thought to myself why go all the way across the castle, when I could just go down some flights of stairs and end up here?" She licked her bottom lip. "The sooner you give me the drought, which I'm sure you have, the sooner I'll be on my way." Snape stared at his pupil, stood, and disappeared into his office. Ginny quickly turned to a wall, her eyes drawn to a certain bottle with murky liquids. She grabbed it, and stuffed it into a bag slung over her shoulder just as her teacher reappeared. "Thank you," she replied at his gruff "Here", and left the room. Instead of going to her dorm, she went outside to Hagrid's hut. The half giant and his dog were gone on some trip. Ginny really did not care. She had other things on her mind. The girl swung the door open and slipped in and faced the one occupant, the blond -- Draco Malfoy. They stared at each other.

"What the hell are you doing here Sister of Weasel?"

"Shut up, Malfoy and drink this," she replied as she threw him the bottle she had taken and answered the unasked question. "I rather not have your little fishes making homes in my river, if you get what I mean." The boy's eyes widened, and he quickly drowned the bottle. After he finished, he grabbed for the girl, but Ginny danced away.

"Don't be a naughty boy, Malfoy. What would your mother say?" She laughed. "Get on the bed," the girl commanded.

Draco lifted an eyebrow, "what makes you think you can boss me around like that, Weasley?"

Ginny pouted. "Well, if you would listen, this would go a whole lot smoother." She unbuttoned her robe, revealing white flesh. "Wouldn't it?" She tilted her head, red hair falling across her face.

Draco stretched upon the bed, a grin evident on his face, "well, the little Weasley has spark!"

"I said shut up, Malfoy!" Ginny towered over him. She laid beside him and touched his face. "Oh, I'm going to have fun with you, Tom," she uttered softly.

"My name," Draco muttered, rubbing his hands on Ginny's body, "isn't --"

Ginny cut him off with a searing kiss. "Your name for tonight is Tom." She pressed her lips demandingly upon his.

They writhed together for hours, sensations swirling, dancing, twirling as the night lasted until they were both spent.

Ginny stood and wrapped her robe around her body. "See you around Malfoy," she said as she slipped out the door.