The Blood of A Virgin

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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot.

Summary: Draco has a hidden childhood obsession. It has taken control of his mind; and has lead him to emphasize a Gryffindor as a victim. But what happens when the victim tries to change him?

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"And it started when...?"

"When I was eight. Every time somebody passed by, I could hear them. I could hear it." Ginny paused, her eyes in depth of the memory.

"And what did you do?"

Ginny gave a cold, harsh laugh. "What could I do? I was eight. I thought it was normal. There were points in my life where I thought everyone could do it."

"But Ginny, what you have is the makings of a true Seer..."

"You're saying it's a gift," Ginny said, blinking at the owlish face before her.

"Yes of course it is...what else could it be?"

"A curse. It's a damned curse. And I have yet to rid of it."

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"How was your first day, then?" Hermione asked casually, tilting her head to listen to the young Ginny Weasley sitting across from her at the table.

"It was alright."

"Did Malfoy bother you? Because if he did, I'll beat his..." Ron started to complain.

A flush ran over Ginny's cheeks. "No, he didn't bother me," she said, slowly and truthfully. He hadn't bothered her at all. In fact, there was something unusual about him. Whenever she tried to dip into his thoughts, it never came, intentionally or unintentionally, in fact.

He didn't bother her...why is she blushing? came Harry's thoughts. Ginny learned to avoid his eyes.

Damnit, I hope Ginny doesn't get full marks on that Transfiguration essay ...I need to be the best, I just need to... Hermione's thoughts said. Ginny was astounded, but was wise not show her expression.

Pumpkin juice, fudge, Ron's thoughts sang in her mind. She shook them away, the buzzing in her throat rising.

"Ginny are you okay?" Hermione appeared to be very concerned. I hope she gets sick; then she won't be able to do the essay.

"I am fine," Ginny replied, smiling sweetly at her. Then, rising from the table, she excused herself, saying she needed to go to the library (at this, Hermione seemed very worried), and walked out of the Great Hall. A certain infamous other watched this and rose from his table too.

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Ginny was walking around the corridors when she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped.

The footsteps stopped.

She fastened her pace.

So did the footsteps.

Don't worry about it, she thought anxiously to herself. Just read the person's thoughts, find out who it is...

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into their mind. Hurrying to the library, she walked in and looked around her. Luckily, it was nearly deserted excluding a few Ravenclaws and Madame Pince, who stared at her beadily when she arrived.

"Hello, Weasley," a voice drawled in a dangerous tone behind her. Her heartbeat increased as she turned around.

Malfoy.

"Hi," she greeted, opening her book hastily and attempting to try to look interested in the studies of Arithmacy, while trying furiously to find out what Malfoy's intention was: but all she could hear was a large pang in his mind. What was it? Malfoy was desiring something...,something...

His eyes were upon her, his eyebrow raised, raking over her.

"What do you want?" she said softly.

"Many things," he replied mysteriously, staring at her robes pointedly. Ginny's blush washed over her, starting from the tip of her nose and into the neck of her robes, where it faded. Draco's eyes followed every movement, which Ginny found rather unnerving to see.

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"Has there ever been a certain situation where you and the person were both in...sexual agreement?"

Draco paused, blinking.

"That is yet to come."

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Ginny was walking after classes late in hours. She had been in the library to finish off homework so she would have the rest of the week free; this procedure was found very successful, although it made her tired and weary most of the times. As she walked, she had the sudden pricking sensation in her neck: someone was watching her. In the darkness of the corridors, she turned swiftly, but there appeared to be nobody behind her.

Walking a bit more faster, she tried not to feel alarmed, but there was somebody's thoughts drawing closer to her...

She's right there no don't do it don't you don't want it she can't be another Kathy.

Gasping, Ginny found herself being grabbed by the arm, looking into the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want? Please, let go," she said, struggling to get him to stop wringing her arm in pain.

"I can't," he replied, with hesitant eyes. No, please, I am so sorry, I am so sorry..

"What is it? Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone this ever happened..."

"It's not easy to let you go."

"Why not?"

"Your blood smells so delicious..." He painfully gripped her by the neck, and pulled her over, his eyes darkening, lips over hers. First, they tenderly moved against hers, and she froze, feeling the touch tingle across her lips to her neck. A sudden prick brought her back to focus. He had bit her, and she could feel the bitter taste of blood soaking up to her teeth.

Ginny had never been so terrified in her whole life.

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