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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He was outside the grounds, sitting on the grass, his legs upward in front of him, and he was staring at them with a dazed look on his face, as if he had never seen them before.

She watched him for several moments before she proceeded to walk forward, lurching to a stop in front of him. "M-Malfoy?" she stammered, trying to savor courage.

Draco turned his head, looking at her with a blank stare. "What're you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at breakfast?"

"Do you want some pumpkin juice?" Ginny offered, her smile quivering, avoiding the question.

"Err...alright," he accepted awkwardly, taking the cup from her hands and slowly drowning it in one satisfied gulp, the ice cold freezing his throat in it's familiarity.

She sat down without invitation, looking at anywhere but him, the length of her neck to her face covered in a red, massive blush.

"You should really stop doing that," he muttered. She caught his eye but turned away rather quickly. A few moments of silence had erupted, and they both motioned to speak at the same time.

"..Listen I am sorry about..."

"...I had a dream about..."

They looked at each other expectantly.

"What?" they both said in the same time, in awestruck surprise.

"I am sorry about biting you," he said, looking at his knees.

"Well, that's something I don't hear every day," Ginny joked.

He merely smirked back at her. Her eyes looked glassy, her hair tumbling in her shoulders. She had grown taller, he had noticed, since she had been in her second year. Her freckles had faded away, but there were still some spread out on her cheeks, unnoticeable unless you were close to her, which he was. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't adorable either. It was something else that made him drawn to her, something else besides the purity in her blood, which he sensed, which he sensed whenever he was close to her, it was always thumping in his ears, making him dizzy. It looked like the perfect time to kiss her. Her face was inches away from his, she was frowning as if in concentration, and her eyes were directed into his. He leaned over to kiss her, but she gave a strangled gasp and sat upright, her knees to her chin. She was scared. Of him. Humiliation washed over him, and he knew there were tinges of red in his pale cheeks.

Ginny's breath increased it's pace. He had leaned over, wanting to kiss her. Or bite her. Or injure her. It shouldn't have frightened her the way it did, but she couldn't help it. The night was still clear and fresh in her memory. While she was thinking, he had sat up so he was next to her, and put a hand under her chin. Her face was lifted, and he looked at her, his gray eyes menacing.

"Why didn't you heal this?" he breathed, a finger to touch the two scars near her cheek.

She gave a start as he did this, but didn't move away. "I couldn't."

"You couldn't?" Draco raised an eyebrow, still eyeing it warily.

"No...the spell only healed the- the blood," she whispered.

"Oh...let me do it, then," he snarled. She was about to back away when he stuck his hand in his robes, taking out his wand, pressing it to her flesh, and muttering a charm of some kind.

But all she felt was a tickling sting around her skin. "Why won't it heal?" he asked, frowning.

"I - I don't know," she stuttered nervously. "It doesn't matter, anyway."

"Yes it does," he retorted, making his hand full under her chin, leaning over so he could see it more closely, their legs touching through their robes with immense intensity. She noted with frustration that his lips had yet to brush against hers.

Somebody behind them cleared their throat. "Am I interrupting something?"

Both jumped, and Ginny scrambled to her feet, facing Harry.

"No! No! Nothing. How's it going?"

Harry gave Malfoy a glare, throwing her an apprehensive look.

"Why weren't you at breakfast?"

"Well, that's obvious Potter, she was here. With me," he drawled as an afterthought, nodding, looking at him smugly.

"I need to talk to you," he told Ginny, ignoring Malfoy.

"What about?" she breathed.

Harry gave a look to Malfoy. "Alone."

"Oh," she whispered, a blush embracing her face once more. "Alright."

They both turned to leave, but Malfoy stood up, grabbing her arm. He twisted it grimly so that she turned around. He cupped her face in his hand, making sure Harry saw, and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Hope it gets healed."

She was breathless as he turned his back to him, sitting back on the ground, with Harry furiously tugging at her sleeve.

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