Anywhere But Here, Anyone But You

Summary: See Chapter One.

Chapter Three: Middle of Nowhere

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Both of them endured the sickening feeling pulling at their stomachs until they hit solid ground. Ginny landed on Draco, knocking the breath out of him again. They just lay there, trying to find the energy to move. When Ginny finally opened her eyes, all she could see were trees and miles of untouched, open prarie illuminated by the stars and moonlight. Draco coughed.

"Where are we?" he choked out. Ginny realized that she was still on top of him, cutting off his air supply and quickly moved, blushing.

"I don't know. What happened?" she asked meekly.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked cockily, "We must've ran into a portkey."

"Who would have a portkey just lying around Hogwarts. I thought they weren't allowed to be there unattended," she told him trying to stand up. She wobbled a little and ended up falling back down. Her muscles needed a minute to reboot.

"My guess is as good as yours, Weasley. My father should get the word soon and come retrieve me," he said confidently.

"I beg to differ, Malfoy. It's night. Everyone thinks we're in bed. It'll be at least morning until anyone even notices we're gone," she told him matter-of-factly.

"Maybe for you, Weasley. Since no one seems to notice you anyway, but I have business to attend to at night, if you catch my drift..." he told her.

"Well, excuse me if I don't have whores to screw every night that would notice I'm gone, but I have a real life," she told him proudly. They were getting into a heated argument in the middle of nowhere.



"Well...maybe if you did get laid every once in a while," he told her, trailing a finger along the side of her arm, "you wouldn't be so bitchy."

Ginny slapped his hand away as if it were on fire. "I'll never be a whore, Malfoy. One of yours, especially. At least I have enough pride in myself not to have to do those things," she yelled at him getting to her feet. He did the same. When he spoke, he closed in on her, making her have to take steps back.

"Pride, Weasley? What pride do you think you have, exactly? Your family is poor as dirt, your father works with Muggles, and you...you're just the little redhead that everyone recognizes, but no one cares about," he told her his voice dripping with malice. This time, Malfoy wasn't quick enough. Ginny's hand hit his face, making a noise that practically echoed through the wilderness. Draco's cheek stung, and he knew that there would be a handprint left there. Furiously, he grabbed Ginny's forearms and forced her to the ground. He strattled her. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill your pathetic excuse of a being right now?" he told her.

Ginny was shaking and scared out of her mind, even though she didn't show it. She refused to give in to him. She tried to get away, but he was too strong for her. She just looked up at his shadowed face and cold, stormy eyes, trying not to reflect the fear in her own.



"Don't struggle, Weasley," he told her. Now she was panicing. What was he going to do to her? "Appologize, Weasley," he ordered.

"I will not," she told him through clenched teeth. He tightend his grip on her arms.

"Appologize, now," he commanded more fiercly.

"NO," she told him sternly. "You don't scare me, Malfoy. YOU NEVER WILL."

"You're brave, Weasley. I admire that," he told her, getting up. Ginny sighed in relief. She got up as well.

"So...what are we going to do?" she asked him uncertainly.

"How should I know, Weasley. My best guess is that we'll have to spend the night here. I know how to conjure a tent. Maybe tomorrow, we can walk to try to find a resident," he told her. Ginny gave a sarcastic laugh, looking around. Her eyes were getting used to the darkness.

"That'll be one hell of a hike," she told him. Draco glared at her.

"Do you have a better idea?" he asked sarcastically.

"Not at the moment," she sighed and sat down on the nearest rock.

"Know any good spells?" he asked her, sitting down himself.

"I'm good at cleaning spells. I could probably think of something we could use for cooking. God- I can't believe I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with YOU," she said angrily.

"You should be honored, Weasley. Do you know how many girls would give anything to have a night alone with me?" he told her smugly.

"Pansy Parkinson is only one girl," Ginny snorted, trying to keep in her laughter.

"I've been with more than Parkinson, Weasley. Even a few of your fellow Gryffindors, might I add," he told her, grinning at Ginny's horrorstruck expression.

"Who?" Ginny demanded.

Draco smirked, knowing he was getting to her. In fact, he had been with a few Gryffindors. "Lavender, Parvati...the list goes on," he told her.

"You're such a whore!" she yelled. "Seducing those girls! You know- you THINK you can have anyone, but you CAN'T, Malfoy. And you'll find that out soon. You can't always have everything you want."

"I don't believe I ever thought I could, Weasley. It just always comes so willingfully into my grasp..." he said, trailing a finger up her thigh. Ginny swatted it away and stood up quickly.

"You disgust me," she told him, her voice dripping with pure hatred.

"What makes you think that I feel any different about you, Weasley?" he asked innocently. She gave an exasperated sigh and got up.

"Why don't you just stop with your sarcastic little comments, and conjure up that tent you promised?" she told him.

"Fine, Weasley," he told her. "Where do you want it, Madam?"



Ginny pointed to the flatest piece of land she could see in the dim moonlight. Draco got out his wand and pointed it in that direction.

"Auculious Finito," he muttered and a large sized tent appeared.

"Oh my. It's not a mansion! Are you sure you'll be able to sleep in it?" Ginny asked sarcastically.

"Very funny, Weasley, but don't think for one second that you know me," he told her. She rolled her eyes and walked to the tent. When she looked inside, she saw that there was just one huge sleeping bag and two pillows. She looked at him unbelievingly.

"One sleeping bag?" she asked.

"I think you'll manage," he told her. She sighed and climbed in. Ginny took off her robe, tie and shoes as she climbed into the sleeping bag. It was surprisingly very comfortable.

"Do you have your wand, Weasley?" he asked in the dark.

"Yes," she told him.

"Give me some light," he told her.

"Lumos," she said and the tent filled with dim light. He was struggling with a button on his shirt, but soon took it off to reveal a picture perfectly sculpted chest. Ginny squirmed uncomfortably. "Put that thing back on," she managed to say as coyly as possible. Draco just smirked.

"What's the matter, Weasley? Too exposed for your liking?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yes...no..." she told him. She knew it was a trick question. "Shut up, Malfoy," she told him and turned over. She heard him glide himself into the sleeping bag, also. After a few minutes, she peeked at him behind her. She almost melted. When he slept, he didn't look evil at all. Innocent...charming...beautiful. The light shadowed his perfect facial features, as his silver hair fell into his face. His muscular body was enough to make any girl fantasize about him.

Now she got it...now she understood why all the girls talked about him constantly. She'd always thought that he was nice-looking, but now she saw more than that. He was gorgeous. Before she could stop herself, she reached out and ran her hand down his flawless soft skin. She'd just realized that she hadn't thought about Harry for hours, and that was truly saying something.

A few hours passed and Ginny still couldn't sleep. She couldn't get her brain to stop thinking. So she decided not to let Draco sleep either. Gingerly, she inched over to him. She ran her hand down his arm, smiling when it made him shiver. She moved the hair from his face, and his eyes fluttered open. A confused look passed over his face, then realized the real reason he had Ginny Weasley lying next to him.

"I can't sleep," she whispered to him.

"Okay. Talk. I'll talk to you. It always makes me fall asleep," he whispered back. She was surprised to see this sensitive, caring side to him. They ended up talking for about an hour. He told her about how his father used to beat him and his mother when he goes home for the summers. How he is being pressured to be a Death Eater. And she told him about her obsession with Harry and how it killed her that he was in love with Cho. She never thought that a conversation like that would ever come from Draco. It made her want to protect him. To make sure he never had to feel that way again. It made her want to give him pleasure to take away the pain...but quickly corrected herself when that thought went through her head. In the middle of a sentence, Ginny fell asleep. Draco closed his eyes himself, and they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, not knowing what was to come the next day.

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