Professor Draco Malfoy Chapter Eight: More Quidditch and More Kissing

"So," Malfoy sneered during Ginny's next DADA class, "Weasley and Smithy are on the Quidditch team. I will be so interested in how exactly you will embarrass your teammates this year. Replacing Potter, Smithy, that's a huge responsibility. Are you sure you're up to that?"

Meg glared up at him, but didn't dare say anything as she knew how eager he was to take points from Gryffindor all the time. Ginny glared up at him as well, but there was no anger behind her glare. She didn't know why she had fallen for this man, out of all possible ones, but she had, and a mere insult wasn't going to stop that. However, at the same time, she couldn't risk her classmates discovering that she had anything but hateful feelings towards Draco Malfoy.

"Weasley," Malfoy said, smirking at the homework that she had just handed him, "This is extremely inadequate. I'll see you after class to discuss your incompetence in the areas of the Dark Arts."

Ginny said nothing, but just stared at him until he turned around to start the class. While he was taking points from Colin, who was sitting in front of her, for instead of warding off the Vampire making it want to kiss him, Ginny couldn't help but notice how nice Draco Malfoy's ass really was. Of course, once she realized what she was thinking, she blushed slightly and went back to work, trying to get through class without thinking about how much she wanted Malfoy.

Finally, the class was over, and, receiving many sympathetic looks from her classmates, Ginny approached Malfoy's desk to 'discuss her paper.' When the last of her friends left the room, closing the door behind them, Ginny raised an eyebrow at her teacher, and said, smiling, "You wanted to discuss my homework Professor?"

Malfoy stood up, and slowly walked towards her. "Right," he said, smirking at her, "Homework. Right. I'm going to have to give you extra homework Weasley, for not doing an adequate job on this one."

"Oh really?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow and looking seductively at her teacher.

"Really," Malfoy confirmed his cold, grey eyes boring into hers, "Your assignment is to write an essay on all the ways in which I am sexy. It should be around three roles of parchment, if not more."

"Ha Ha" Ginny said, grinning at him before walking even closer to him, "Sure. I'll do that."

"Be sure you do," Malfoy murmured, lowering his mouth questioningly to hers. His lips pressed gently against hers causing her to moan with desire. Her arms snaked around his neck as he kept kissing her, his hands now inching towards her bottom. When they reached it, she made no objection, simply gasped into his mouth, and continued kissing him, hard, on the mouth.

He started unbuttoning her robes, letting them fall to the floor as he moved on to her shirt, fumbling on the buttons. She gasped as his hand slid over her breast, now covered only by her flimsy bra. In response to this Malfoy removed his mouth from hers, causing her to moan in dismay, only to reattach it to her neck, biting it gently.

Ginny threw her head back as he started kissing lower and lower, his mouth finally resting at a spot between her breasts, where he stayed for a while. Finally Ginny pulled back, gasping, and murmured, "Draco, I- we need to stop."

He looked surprised that she called him that, but didn't comment, merely looked somewhat hurt that she had stopped him. "Why do we need to stop?" he asked, removing his hand from her bra, but holding onto her arm, not letting her go.

"Because," Ginny said gently, "This can't get out of hand. I mean, you're my teacher, not to mention a Malfoy."

Malfoy bristled, "What," he said slowly, "Does my name have to do with anything?"

"Err." Ginny said, blushing, "It's just that you're a Malfoy and I'm a Weasley, and you know that those are not a good combination!"

"Oh," Malfoy said, looking somewhat embarrassed that he hadn't figured that out on his own.

"Also," Ginny continued, gently removing her arm from his grasp, and beginning to button up her shirt, "I have to go to class in fifteen minutes."

"You don't have class now?" He asked, absentmindedly handing her the robes he had left sitting on the floor.

"No," she said, fully clothed now, "But my friends are going to be entirely convinced that you killed me if you keep me much longer and come looking for me."

"Ahh," Malfoy sneered, "The Gryffindor loyalty that we have all heard so much about."

"Shut up," Ginny said gently, kissing him once on the mouth before turning to leave the room.

"Not so fast Weasley," he said, pulling her back and kissing her again. For a few moments she surrendered to his kisses, moaning with desire. But she knew that she had to end it, so she finally pulled back and left the room, leaving Malfoy very confused.

What, he thought to himself, am I doing falling in love with a Weasley? But. am I actually in love with her or just lusting after her? She is a damn good kisser. He shook himself, trying unsuccessfully to stop thinking about her.

Meanwhile, Ginny headed to her next class, Transfiguration, and arrived just as the bell rang. "Gin," Debby muttered, gesturing for her friend to come sit next to her, "What the hell did Malfoy have to talk to you about for that long?"

"Oh," Ginny said, commanding herself not to blush, "He just wanted to go on and on about every little point in my homework that was even remotely wrong."

"Ug," Debby groaned sympathetically, "I know what you mean. I've had a million of those sessions with Snape."

Ginny felt guilty about having to lie to her friends, but tried to shake that thought off. It's ironic, she thought to herself, about a month ago if anyone had told me that I would be falling in love with Draco Malfoy I would have laughed in their face, but now I am.

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The next day Ginny was woken by someone pouring water on her from her wand. "What the hell?" she shouted, trying to stop the water by huddling under her covers.

"Get up Ginny!" Meg said, "I couldn't wake you up by shaking you. You have got to be the heaviest sleeper I have ever met."

"Why," Ginny asked, slowly getting out of bed and drying herself with her wand, "Do we have to get up at-" she glanced at the clock, "five frickin' o'clock in the morning?"

"Because, sourpuss," Meg said, grinning at her friend's bad temper, "We have Quidditch practice in-" now she turned to look at the clock, "ten minutes. Get up and get dressed!"

Still grumbling, Ginny got into her robes, not bothering to shower. She would do that after practice. Grabbing her broom, Ginny followed her friend out of their room and out of the castle to the Quidditch pitch. "What the hell," she demanded of the new captain, "are you doing having us get up at this ungodly hour?"

Brian, the fourth year captain, scowled at her, "Ginny, although I agree that it is very early to be up, if we keep strict practice schedules we should be able to beat any team that comes our way. We have three new players, and we need to train you. Especially our new seeker," he added, glancing at Meg, who blushed.

Still half asleep the team listened to Brian's strategies, not really paying attention. Then at quarter to six they trooped out onto the pitch to begin practicing. However, when they got there they found the Slytherin team zooming around the field. Brian looked like he was going to explode as he yelled for the Slytherin captain to come down.

"Yo, Griff," he shouted down in reply, "We have permission to practice now, and we have a teacher here to prove that."

Brian glanced wildly around, and glared at someone sitting in the stands behind Ginny. Ginny turned around and saw Malfoy striding towards them. "Ahh," he said smoothly, smirking at Brian, "You thought that you had booked this period. However, the Slytherin team has new members to train and you didn't seem to be using the pitch when we arrived, so I am afraid that you will have to come back some other time."

While Brian glared at Malfoy with a look of pure hatred prominent on his face, Ginny simply looked hurt. And to her surprise, when he noticed this, Malfoy looked for a split second as though he felt sorry for this. However, it was gone as soon as it came, and Malfoy just glared back at Brian, who led his team off of the field, Ginny's eyes still boring into Malfoy's, glaring at him.

However, for the rest of the week they were able to practice without interruption, and Ginny noticed how Meg really was an incredible seeker. She caught the snitch extremely quickly, just to let it go and speed after it again. Ginny was doing extremely well as a chaser as well. She was quick, and could dodge bludgers exceptionally well.

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About a week before the first Quidditch match of the year: Gryffindor verses Slytherin; Ginny got a nice surprise when she arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast. When she glanced up at the high table she saw Harry Potter sitting next to Dumbledore, chatting happily with the headmaster. When he caught sight of her he grinned and waved.

Smiling back, Ginny headed towards the staff table, quickly joined by Meg. When she was standing right in front of Harry she said, "Harry! What are you doing here?"

He smiled back at her and said, "I was asked to give the new Gryffindor seeker some valuable pointers. So Meg, you're seeker huh?"

"Yeah," she muttered, blushing furiously, "I'm nowhere near as good as you though."

"Well isn't this touching?" Harry, Ginny, and Meg turned to see Draco Malfoy smirking at them, "I've always loved reunions. However, I need Weasley and Smithy in class right now, so if they don't get a move on, I will be perfectly happy to take points from your house."

"How on earth," Harry began, glaring at Malfoy, "did you manage to become a teacher? And I'm not part of this school anymore, so I'm sure that if I wanted to I could get a note for these two and you wouldn't be able to take any points from Gryffindor."

"Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling at him, "I know that you are in shock that Mr. Malfoy is a teacher, but I had my reasons. And he is more than qualified. So you should excuse Miss Weasley and Miss Smithy and let them get to class."

"Err. of course," Harry muttered, causing Malfoy to smirk.

"Well," he snapped, glaring at Ginny and Meg, "What are you waiting for? Get to class!"

Ginny and Meg rolled their eyes at each other, said bye to Harry, and followed their teacher to class.

Malfoy was in a bad mood. He hated Harry Potter, and therefore he was extremely upset by his sudden appearance at the school. And on top of that, he knew that Ginny had had a crush on Harry for years, and he didn't want her being with his worst enemy. He had no idea what was going on between them, but he did know that whatever it was, he wanted it to keep happening, and no one else to get in the way.

"Err. Professor?" Ginny said quietly when they reached the classroom, "Are you alright?"

"What?" Malfoy snapped, looking down at her, "Oh, yeah. Mind your own business. Five points from Gryffindor."

Ginny opened her mouth to respond, but obviously thought better of it, as she shut it and walked into the classroom after Malfoy without making a sound.

They were scheduled to take a test that period, and so Malfoy had no opportunity to take points from Gryffindor, which pleased the Gryffindors and annoyed him. However, it also meant that he had no chance to force Ginny to stay after class, and that thought put him in an even worse mood.

When the bell rang, Malfoy lazily waved his wand, muttering "accio," and the tests floated towards him. He assigned an essay, and dismissed the class. Ginny looked back once, but was quickly dragged out of the room by Colin, who wanted help finishing his homework before the next class.

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"Potter," Malfoy acknowledged as he sat down that night at dinner.

"Malfoy," Harry said, not even glancing in Malfoy's direction.

"So, here to train the new seeker?" Malfoy asked Harry.

"Err. yeah," Harry replied, surprised at the almost friendly question.

"Well, Gryffindors always need so much help," Malfoy sneered. "A Slytherin would never need training from the one who came before them."

"Meg doesn't need my help, she just wanted a few pointers," Harry snarled, glaring at his old nemesis.

"How long are you staying for?" Malfoy asked, changing the subject.

"What's it to you?" Harry replied, raising an eyebrow at Malfoy.

"Nothing. I was just hoping that you were leaving soon. It makes Hogwarts extremely disagreeable to have you here."

Harry didn't say anything, only turned around and began to talk to Professor McGonagall.

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"Are Harry and Malfoy actually talking?" Bobby asked incredulously of his friends, staring up at the high table.

"Yeah," Ginny replied, also glancing in their direction, "But it doesn't look so friendly."

"Well," Meg said, jointing their conversation, "what do you expect of those two? They've hated each other from the day they met."

"Yeah," Ginny agreed, inwardly sighing. If this 'thing' with Malfoy was headed anywhere, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's hatred of him sure was going to make it difficult.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long! But there's been homework, and lots of other stuff. Please review, and tell me what you'd like to see happening in the future. I really love reviews. Give them to me! Lol.