Anywhere But Here, Anyone But You

Summary: See Chapter One.

Chapter Nine: The Tip of the Ice Berg

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Draco watched Ginny as she sat at her table, barely touching her meal. Maybe she had been up all night, too, he thought. Maybe she had been going crazy over him as he was her. He watched her every move, but did not catch her eye once. She seemed deep in thought about something. He hoped it was about him. He hoped she'd never be able to keep her mind off him. He wanted her to feel the same misery as he. He wanted her to suffer...to drown in this horrible thing that others called love.

A flick of jealousy passed swiftly over his eyes, clouding his thoughts, driving him mad, as he saw Harry staring at her. He had a look in his eye that only could mean one thing...he wanted her. Draco restrained himself from jumping across the table and strangling the famous Boy Who Lived. Maybe Potter just needed a lesson to make sure he kept his hands off something that wasn't his, Draco thought. He kept his face emotionless as he watched the pathetic sight. Ginny caught Harry's eye and he looked away. Draco snorted at his excuse for an attempt. What exactly Harry was attempting, he did not know. But it wouldn't happen, Draco thought.

Yes, he saw the obvious confusion on her face when he saw her that morning walking to the Great Hall. He saw it, but he did not pity her. He wanted her to be confused. He wanted her to have countless sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wishing that he was by her side. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. He needed it.

He watched her meloncholly being get up from her table and make for the exit of the Hall. He got up and followed her swiftly. Pansy gave a sarcastic laugh as he did this. He looked back and gave her a death glare that could put a stop to flowing water. She immediately looked back down at her plate. He walked toward the youngest Weasley, but did not act until he had gotten to a clear hallway.

Ginny did not see nor hear his presence. Suddenly, she felt a strong hand whip her around to face raging grey eyes. She had a clear look of fright upon her face. Her eyes big, her lips slightly parted. Yes, Draco thought, she was frightened by him. He smirked at her. Her expression lightened when she saw who it was. He pushed her against the nearest wall and closed her in.

"Do you know how bad it would be if Potter tried something with you?" he asked in a dangerous voice. Ginny had never seen him like this. She saw so much madness in his eyes. It became clear what he was talking about. She had a feeling that he had been watching her that morning. He must have seen Harry looking at her.

"Yes," she managed to choke out. The fear returned to her face. He loosened his grip on her wrists. "Draco, please," she whispered to him, looking him sternly in the eyes.

That name...he thought. When did she begin calling him Draco? He had forgotten. He gave her one last look and left her standing there, petrified and confused of what exactly had just happened. Ginny felt the tears come, and this time, she had not the strength to fight them back. She let them flow down her cheeks. When she heard everyone coming in from the Great Hall, she dodged into the girl's bathroom and cleaned herself up. She poised herself and left the washroom destined for her first class.

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As Draco left Ginny standing there, he felt his heart break, knowing he had just broken hers. Why was he acting like this? He was acting like an animal. What had been brought upon him that he must act like this? Nothing near of what it could have been, he told himself. He did not have the right to act like this. He had been blessed with someone who loved him...wasn't that enough? he asked himself. Love...what was love? Who needed love? Love is merely a weakness. Malfoys did not have time for weakness, he concluded. But the thought stayed in his mind, haunting his thoughts for some while. He turned a corner into Snapes classroom. It was his first hour of the day.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape called upon him. Draco looked up to see a grin spread across Snapes face. "It's good to see that you are well, and ready to proceed with your studies, I presume?" he asked. Draco nodded. Snape began teaching them all about illegal potions of the thirteenth century, but Draco couldn't concentrate. He could only think of the way Ginny's eyes reflected his own fear when he cornered her. Sooner than expected, the end of class came.

"I want a two parchment essay on the uses of Thatimus blood in potions of the thirteenth century by Wednesday," he called out to the class, ignoring their groans and mumbled protests pertaining to the grueling amount of homework he had assigned. Everyone filed out of the dark classroom and into the main hallway, journeying to their next class. Draco hoped that the rest of his day would not go the same as it had just been in Snape's class. He needed to keep his grades up. He had expectations to meet.

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The rest of the day went by smoothly except for a few more dirty looks from the female Slytherins. She was looking forward to Quiddich practice that evening. She had been so excited when she made the team last year. Ron was jealous for some time, seeing as to how much he wanted the position Ginny had. He didn't make the team that year, but Ginny was sure he would the next. She hadn't even a run in with Snape that afternoon in his class. He just ignored her. She supposed that he had some unignorable guilt underlying his pride.



When the last class of the day ended, Ginny raced up to her common room to fetch her Quiddich supplies. Her mother had even bought her a new broom, for Ginny's sake. She didn't even think her mother could stand to have people watch her fly on one of the old family brooms. She grabbed her robes and broom and ran to the Quiddich field. When she got there, she saw her captain fueding with the Slytherin's captain at the pitch. Ginny walked up. She heard them yelling at each other even though they were just a few yards apart.

"We can't practice with you on the field! You'll steal our plays!" the Gryffindor captain shouted.

"Like we would steal your pathetic plays, Warden!"

"Get off our field! I booked it for Gryffindor today, Flint!" Whenever Marcus Flint graduated, his younger brother didn't hesitate to be team captain. Reid Flint was just as evil and as much a cheater as his brother.

"Save it, Warden. We'll play on the open grounds today. It's not worth your blood for us to fight about it," he spat at Warden. He just gave him a cold look back, knowing he had gotten victory. He quickly set a different mood for the team as he gave them all a peppy speech about all the reasons why they were going to win this year.

After much sweat, exaustion, and even a little blood, Quiddich practice had finally ended. Ginny was drenched in sweat, but waited until the rest of the team had finished showering to go in herself, considering the fact that she was the only girl on the team that year. When the last male player had left the showers, she grabbed her towel and body wash and headed for the shower room. It was really all one big room. The showers were on one side of the room, six showerheads, lined up without stalls, and the other half were boxes where the players could store their things in.

Ginny undressed, looking around swiftly to see if anyone was there. When she concluded that there was no one, she slipped her final undergarments off and started a hot shower.

The steam quickly rose from the water and filled the room like fog. She soaked herself in the moisture and let it pour over her head. She blindly grabbed for her body wash that she had gotten from a wizard shop in Diagon Alley. She poured it into her hand, since she had not the mind to grab herself a washcloth. She lathered it between her small fingers and palms.

Draco watched her. He watched her every move. Her tiny hands gliding over her glistering body...so perfect in every curve, every indention...She washed her arms, her stomach, her legs...but when Draco saw her touch her breasts, he had to regain what control he had left. His eyes followed her hands, and soaked into every inch of her flawless body.

He had been one of the last out of the shower when Ginny had come in. He had just walked behind the lockers with a towel around his waist when he heard her open the door. He didn't dress, for he thought that the noise may scare her away. So he just watched...sat and watched.

It was all becoming much too tempting for the Slytherin, and he stood, letting the towel fall from his perfectly sculpted waist that any girl would kill to see in person, not just imagined by dirty rumors, or sex retells by Pansy. He walked toward her, carefull to be soundless. She had his back to him, as she let the hot water cleanse her hair and face. when he reached her, he glided his hands over her hips, and held her loosely around the waist. Ginny gasped, and turned her head to see who it was, but after realizing it was him, she smiled and melted into his form. He did not smile, but had a seducing look in his eye.

He let his hands travel lower...and lower...until he stoked her most sensitive spot with his thumb carefully...taking skill in every move he made as if it were an art. Ginny slightly gasped, and her whole body tensed up at the sudden wave of pleasure. He was touching her in places she'd never even thought to explore, and in ways that she only thought she'd ever hear about. She couldn't stop the soft moan that expelled from her.

He brought his lips to her shoulder and trailed them to her neck. Then, he tasted her skin, causing her to shudder with pleasure. She was trying horribly not to show how much she wanted more of what he was doing...but was floundering terribly. When he couldn't take the anticipation anymore, he spun her around and pinned her to the wall. His hands wandered around her body as they once did, and he kissed her wantingly. Ginny hadn't ever imagined him being that rough with her. She ignored it though, considering it was giving her much excitement. Steaming water rushed over their bodies as his hand trailed down her thigh and picked it up. He put it to his hip and uncaringly thrust into her. Ginny almost cried out at the quick and hard intrusion. He thrust in and out of her, holding her body to his closely. Ginny's body trembled with overwhelming pleasure. She thought that she would burst at any second. She held tight to his shoulders. Her moans were louder this time...more needing, Draco thought. He held out until he was sure she came by the sudden gasp he heard and the shaking of her body. He spilled himself inside of her, and held her trembling figure until she had recovered. He kissed her gently afterward, but quickly retreated from her, dressed, and left before she could say much of anything.

Yet again, Ginny stood in a state of confusion because of Draco. Finally, after much hoping, she remembered something he had told her when they were in their tent one night. It was when she couldn't sleep and woke him up, yes, she remembered now... He had said that he never liked to stay after him and Pansy had sex, because he never knew what to say after something like that. She also remembered, to her relief, that he didn't say much when they had done it the first time...except the one thing she needed to hear. He didn't tell her he loved her this time.

Ginny pondered this new wave of confusion, not having the slightest clue that someone had been watching her intently the whole time...

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A/N: Wow! What a cliffy! Sorry ya'll! You know how I like to do that to ya. Keeps you attatched though, doesn't it? I'm evil, I know. Tell me who you think the mysterious watcher is. Hmmm...I wonder...THINK THINK THINK people! Luv ya SicDreamsInc and TomFeltonsDancer! Two loyal fans of my story. For all the other loyal fans...sorry I didn't mention you...I'll try to get your names next time around. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!

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