Disclaimers: It's really not mine, people.
A/N: Yes, people, yet another Draco/Ginny story. I really need to get a life. Does anyone know where I can buy one? Okay, this is the second story/couple in my "When Darkness . . " series, so if you want the full affect, read my other four stories, too. But you really don't have to. And it won't make me cry *sniffles* just kidding. But, please tell me what you think. Ciao!
Chapter TwoMy legs shook and my breathing was erratic. Hands were touching me everywhere and a warm body was pressing my back painfully into the wall. But I didn't care. I've never felt better in my life.
A ball of giggles was welling up inside of my throat at the oddness of the situation.
Draco Malfoy, Death Eater and spy, was in a dark and damp alleyway, snogging the life out of a Weasley. Particularly one who'd used the bat boogey hex on him once upon a time.
His mouth found it's way to my neck. My eyes sunk back into my head as he began to nibble. I'd dreamt about this for years. And I'll say one thing. Reality was much better than the dream.
His hands were inside my shirt now and roaming over the bare skin he'd exposed. I hadn't noticed by my hands were inside his own robes, pulling him closer. We were practically inside of each other's bodies, but it still wasn't close enough.
He slipped his leg between mine; pressing my further into the wall as his mouth met mine again.
I ignored every instinct telling me this would end badly, that we couldn't be together. A little voice in the back of my head that sounded oddly like Ron, kept repeating, "you're going to get yourself in trouble."
I shoved the thought aside roughly and titled my head to adjust to his height.
It was a long time before either of us came up for air. I don't think we wanted it to end. It meant going back to the way things had to be.
Draco looked down at me through piercing gray eyes. His chest was heaving unnaturally fast. He closed his eyes for a moment. It made him look . . . vulnerable. I didn't know Malfoys could.
I took the time to get my own breathing and thoughts in order. He just kissed me. Draco Malfoy just kissed me. I was still pressed against the wall and it didn't seem as if he'd let me go anytime soon. I really didn't mind.
Did this mean anything? Did he really care about me? Or was I just a convenient release for him? And he was saying anything. Maybe it was a bad kiss for him.
"So," I finally said, after I couldn't take the silence anymore. "I should probably go. Before Ron sends out the police to look for me."
His eyes snapped open and he watched carefully, as if he didn't know just what to say. "Yeah, you should. We wouldn't want big brother to know you've been kissing me; he answered in a tight voice. He moved away from me. He looked over my lack of clothes through concealed eyes before tugging my robes closed.
"Well, it's been fun, Weasley." He turned and waved a hand in my direction.
"It's been fun?!" I nearly shouted. A dozen curses were forming in my mind by the time I reached him. "Do I look easy to you?"
He turned around, surprised, as if I had the audacity to speak to someone of his class. He frowned. "I didn't say that."
My fingernails were digging themselves into my closed fist. "Then what did you mean? You kiss me, have me clinging almost naked to you. You push me up against the wall and I'm sure you would have fucked me on in a few moments, and say it's been fun?!"
He looked shocked. "Do you want to draw attention to yourself?! Shut up!" he hissed.
I could have smacked him. My hand was ready and willing to. "Don't tell me to shut up!"
"Ginny, you need to go," he told me, not even listening to me. He was looking very annoyed, and I had the feeling he was trying to control his anger.
"I will not go!" it took all my willpower not to stomp my feet like a two-year-old. "You can't do things like that, Draco. It's just not right!"
He looked fairly amused as he ran a hand through his blond hair. But the anger was still there. "And you think what you've been doing to me for ten years is?"
"What?" What did he mean by that? If his goal was to confuse and distract me, he succeeded.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to spell it out if you can't figure it out for yourself."
"I hate you sometimes, did you know that?" I blurted out in my frustration. "You make me feel all these funny little things I don't want to."
"So sorry," he mocked coldly. "But if you'll excuse me, I'm late for another meeting."
"With another girl?" I asked as he turned away from me. A sharp feeling jabbed its way into my stomach at the thought.
He faced me again, a smug smile on his face. "Jealous, Weasley?"
I was grateful it was dark as my cheeks reddened. "Why would I care?"
A flash of teeth and it was a full fledge smile. It made him look very wolfish. And dangerous. "No, I'm not. I have to see you brother before he goes and gets his wife."
Relief flooded through me, but I wouldn't let it show. "What did you mean, earlier, about what I've been doing to you?" I tried again.
He leaned down and placed a chaste (but very effective) kiss on my lips. "You're a smart girl, Gin. You'll figure it out," he said softly. He straightened up to leave.
"I'll give you one clue, though," he called over his shoulder as he walked away. "You haven't affected me for ten years because I hate you."
Well obviously, I thought as I watched him leave. He was gone before I had a decent comeback. I put my hand on my chest as I leaned against the wall. I stood there for a few moments before I remembered I had to get back to the safe house.
~*~
The house was quiet when I entered, except for the sound of a slamming door somewhere upstairs. I wondered who had tried to kill who: Hermione or Ron?
I headed straight for the library. I knew someone was bound to be there. The door was open and I walked right in.
Hermione was walking back and forth and I was pretty sure she was mumbling to herself. I wanted to tell her she was acting the Kreatcher, but didn't think she was in the mood to hear my joke. Ron must have pissed her off again.
Blaise Zabini was sitting lazily on the couch like a good little Slytherin. Don't help with anything unless it concerns you. That's a great motto they have. She and Draco do make a great couple, I thought bitterly as I watched her. She was gorgeous. Beautiful long black hair, amazing purple eyes, and flawless muggle movie star good looks. What more could a Malfoy want?
Harry was standing by the table watching Blaise's every move with complete concentration. I don't think he even noticed me standing there until I spoke up.
"Is Fred here yet?"
Hermione looked over at me and frowned. "Gin, you all right?"
I ran a hand through my messy man and looked down. Oops. I had managed to button up my shirt with little problems, except Malfoy had ripped one clean off my shirt. And that gap was now showing everyone in the room my bra. I smiled nervously at her, trying to come up with a decent excuse in case Hermione wondered what had happened.
"Never better. Why do you ask?"
"Did Malfoy do something to you?" Harry snapped suddenly.
"No! Of course not, Harry! Why would he?!" Well, he did, just not what you think, I added silently.
He shook his head. "You just look a little . . . lost."
I felt a little guilty for yelling at him when he was so concerned. "Oh, okay." Now for matters at hand. "Is Fred here yet?"
Hermione frowned. "Not yet. But he and Angelina should be here soon. And so should Oliver and Katie."
"If he ever lets her out of bed," Blaise put in. Such a surprise she can't say anything nice.
I sat down next to Blaise and saw her looking at me through the corner of my eye. I turned to her and found a knowing smile on her lips.
"What?" I bit out.
She sat up with a grace I couldn't possibly possess in my wildest dreams.
"You have very noticeable love bite on your neck, just there," she told me, pointing.
My cheeks flushed as I tried to think of a good reply. "It's nothing, you know," I answered quickly.
Her smile only got wider. "That nothing certainly has Draco Malfoy written all over it."
Something territorial welled up in me. I didn't want anyone else to know about it, much less judge either of us. "We just kissed, Zabini. Get your mind out of the gutter."
"I guess Draco finally wised up."
"What are you on about, Zabini?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Well, if you can't figure that out, you're just as stupid as he is."
I opened my mouth to answer, but Ron came running in. Oh, great, I thought. He's gone back to yelling at Hermione in public. But what came out of his mouth was a surprise.
"Angelina's here! Fred was attacked by Death Eaters!"