Disclaimer: Own, obviously, none of the characters of Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Not AU, but contains some resemblance, or aspects contained in my other fic.
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:Indecent Distractions:
Savage
I play havoc
With your feelings
Rhythmic tunes
Upon the dancing shores
I rain kisses
Down your soul
Blazing Clovers Falling
Redding
In torrent showers
Of needing pulse
I make you stumble
Head first
To my stable form
Darkened alleys
With no torches to guide
I hear your
Pleads
Whispers
So soft
So scattered
Bells
Ringing
Rolling
Sequence to
My sinful
Smiles
Certainly
I am
No
Savage?
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She walked along the hallways of Hogwarts, wondering around aimlessly as if suspended from her surroundings. Her feet seemed to flutter upon the rich crimson carpet that half covered the black and white checkered floors of the castle. Her half lidded eyes caught nothing but the swirls within her mind, not even registering the fact that her left hand was now caressing the polished wooden walls and portraits as it passed them.
This was how sleepy Ginny Weasley was.
Zzz.
Her body jolted her out of her reverie to stare blankly at the door infront of her. It took her a minute, mind you, to notice her wondering hand and force it away from the painting near. The unicorn glared at her and disappeared from its painting, leaving it bare save for the green lush meadows behind.
It liked having someone stroke away his golden strands.
Ginny, having already raised her eyebrows at the ridiculously of the situation, turned towards the imposing mahogany door. The one lavished to intimidate and demean.
Just like him, she snorted.
She opened the door warily, breathing in fully before entering, as if this was something she often did before entering this particular room. Particular room, indeed.
Her haven. Well, mostly hers. Okay, not hers as it was in actuality owned and customized for Hogwarts Newspapers Club, which she was a part of, by the way. But, Still at this time, it was mostly left alone.
Its 4'o clock in the morning, who would want to be here, cooped up, trying to finish their work before the deadline, but her.
Yes, she had a deadline. For the project she was working on. Yes, she's in here, at four AM, trying to finish it before HE found out.
Stressing, he.
Looking around the room, smiling softly at the papers stacked everywhere on separate small desks, she muttered an incantation that filled the room with small lit candles.
Only to have the room going dark again.
Grimacing at her wand, she tried again. As expected the candles burst into life, highlighting the room with its orange flames, seeking the shadows that lurked behind every form.
But then the room went dark, cast in shadows and veiled blackness. The only close thing to a source of light was the long window in the middle of the room. It was near dawn, but the night was as silky black as the shadows in the room. And the moon was far away, highlighting the other side of Hogwarts.
Standing in the middle of the room, a blank yet sardonic expression on her bent head, she pocketed her wand resignedly and breathed in the musty air.
The smell of ink and parchment soothed her temper, which was close to exploding any minute now. As she raised her head, she caught the last misty breath of an extinguished candle. Its silvery sensual twirls hypnotizing her as they lingered in the air, as if dancing wickedly to some long forgotten tune.
And as she kept looking, she failed to feel her body tense. Failed to hear her mind scream. And failed to smell the stench of fear.
His breath caught her from behind, and quickly as if her senses were tuned only to him, she shut down. Completely and utterly to him.
And she hated herself even more.
She forced her eyes to open as he breathed her in. Feeling the lazy curl of his mouth on her neck, she backed away and faced him. Or what she thought was him.
And somewhere in the back of her mind, she paid close attention to the fact that he never touched her. Just blew in her ear cruelly. Seeming to tell her that she really wasn't the only one here.
She faced him, or the patch of blackness, and tried to activate her night vision. She paused for a minute, sensing his brutal amusement, and snatched her wand form behind, snarling all the time.
It was snatched before she even had a good grip.
Pitiful. Truly. She almost, stressing almost, backed away.
She decided on another tactic, folding her arms haughtily across her chest, glaring forward with every malicious fiber in her being.
Of course, he was right behind her, twirling her wand in his slender hand and staring in boredom at her scarlet bun.
Sighing, for really he was bored now, he stepped closer to her body and traced her wand along the exposed curve of her neck.
She twitched. He raised an eyebrow.
Still glaring for all her worth, she breathed in and faced him. And cursed herself again and again and, well,
agian.
He was beautiful. He truly was, and she hated to admit it, even in private. She could finally see him now that he's standing directly infront of the window, giving his back to the striking stars and the golden moon.
The moon?
I see. Now you finally show up.
Now redirecting her glare at the vindictive moon, she muttered something under her breath and stepped away, finally looking back at him. Happy that she was now a short distance away form his sinister being.
Raising his scarred left eyebrow, he slanted his mouth in a spiteful angle, silkily appearing behind the now truly frightened Ginny. Twisting his unoccupied hand around her hip, he brutally caught a fistful of her front maroon sweater, easily and forcefully crashing her into him.
Her breath she had no control of as if by this moment. She was held almost harshly against him, his warm breath stilling her own. The hand with her wand laying almost innocently beside him, save for its rhythmic twirl, as his fingers played with it, almost as if he was bored by the whole matter and trying to entertain himself on the side note.
Bastard, she thought, for she felt it graze her thigh every second or so. Ever tuning her whirling senses to his solid chest and lulling breath.
Fully knowledgeable that he was somewhat knowing his affect on her and now very weary and enraged for being treated this way, she began struggling against his one hold, almost hoping for a quick exit. And a swift kick, as well.
Not quite.
His other hand, the one twirling around her middle, sprang around her torso. Effectively immobilizing her, even though it was completely unnecessary, since Ginny was quite rigid and aware of the place his arm was tightly against.
Why? She painfully tried to lessen her harsh rhythmic gulps of air, the one filling the otherwise silent room. His arm kept rising along with every breath, and she, naturally flushed.
Feeling him tighten his arm, she uttered a cry.
She felt his mouth curve against her neck, like a serpentine ready to slick and poison her. She found it hard now not to control her voice. For the sounds came naturally; gasps and strangled sighs and cries, all uttered so softly, as her eyes widened at every sound.
She found it very important to defend herself, as he stiffened against her, his slightly strained smirk allowing his sharp teeth to graze her sensitive skin once and again.
"You're hurting me"
After that, she felt his arms loosen, though the hazardous tilt of his mouth was still intact.
After a second or so, she heard a sudden creaking and without any warning at all, she felt his hands push her away from his warmth, landing her harshly against the wooden floor.
And in a flash the lights went up.
As her eyes adjusted to the sudden light, she caught Peeves by the corner, ogling shockingly at Draco Malfoy.
"Peeves."
He drawled sinfully, his voice laced with black, his stare seeming to spike the air with its velvet sparks.
Still twirling her wand with his long pale fingers, he gestured, almost dryly at the papers in peeves's ghostly hands.
Ginny gasped, and in a minute she was up from the floor and standing indigently beside Draco. He in return paid no attention to her, and stared, almost fondly at the twitching ghost.
Of course, after more twitching, he grew tired and lazily pointed her wand at the ghost, cursing him under his breath. After a second, there was no Peeves, and her papers lay scattered against the floor.
She hurriedly bent down on all fours and started gathering them.
That was after all, her project. The one due tomorrow. And it certainly didnt help her of he found it incomplete. At least, he isn't bending down to help her. He never does.
Good, she snarled suddenly, this way he wont find out that the papers are actually hers and that they are actually due tomorrow. Oh, and lets not forget, that they aren't really finished like she told him yesterday.
Bastard, she cursed.
"Since you're so busy clutching away at your unfinished project" And here he paused maliciously, savoring the moment where her hands stilled. " I'd like to state the reason why the candles burned, before you deem it necessary to tarnish my reputation and pronounce me a pervert."
After a pause in which he stared frostily at her, he continued serenely with a, " Peeves was here a moment before you entered. He kept extinguishing your candles to steal away your project, without you noticing." At her confused, yet stubborn stare, he stiffly and harshly spat,
"Pansy. Think."
After a while of complete silence.
"I held you before you barged in and before you looked after your unfinished project, because I wanted to catch him red handed without you scarring him away. But then, of course, you had to act the damsel in distress and-
"What!?"
"Dont interrupt." He suddenly snarled. " -And I had to play along until he thought us" and here he paused,
"Distracted"
Ginny glared, as he silkily pronounced its wicked syllables with complete dark relish.
He was enjoying it.
Bastard.
"You've got four hours before the deadline. I suggest you start working"
And he left, leaving her fuming and frowning at her now un-twirled wand, laying beside her bent hand.
Bastard.
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Somewhere, after a while, Ginny raised her tired head and listened to the sounds of girlish wailing, and pitiful whimpers of none other than Peeves and Pansy.
Smiling softly, she stacked her finished project neatly and watched the sun set ablaze the land.
Still...
Bastard.
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One shot, guys. Thought about naming it 'Bastard' but then, the rating would unnecessarily go up. ;P
Wait, maybe one more chapter with Tom and Blaize..
(I know, whoa, the pairing...But I am fond of their characters in 'ID', so there.)
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