The Blood of A Virgin

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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot. Beta-read by Catia Royce

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 scooped her in his arms, but his teeth went searing into her lip, and she cried out just as he pulled away from her as if he had been attacked.

"You said you weren't going to bite," she whispered, her hand aiding her lip.

"Sorry," he an apologetic look washing over him. "I have to go..."

"Wait, where are you going?" she asked, staring strangely at him as he clutched his arm.

"It's late, Weasley..." he argued.

"Oh...I was going to invite you inside," Ginny whispered, red creeping her cheeks and neck.

He managed to throw her a smirk through the pain, her invitation tempting him, but he knew he couldn't accept. For one thing, if anybody saw him with her, they would quickly jump to conclusions of why he was there; for another, if she was in his presence, he knew it was not safe.

"Not tonight, Weasley," he grumbled, before walking off again, leaving her not only alone, but rather infuriated with herself.

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He doesn't want you, she told herself knowingly. Why else would he break away from you? You're a bad kisser. That's obviously it. Sighing, she entered the common room, and was startled to see Harry in her usual armchair, a book in his hands, looking drowsy and tired.

"Ginny! Finally. Where've you been? Not with Malfoy?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "I've been studying," she said slowly, and truthfully.

He glanced at her suspiciously, but motioned toward an armchair across from him. "Sit," he offered gently, a kind tone in his voice. She sat down, her arms folded over her chest, looking at him anxiously.

"What's this about?"

"Ginny...I had a dream."

"Really?" Ginny snapped sarcastically, then shook herself. "Sorry...I am tired and all."

Harry winced a bit at her voice. "Last week, I had a dream about you...and Malfoy."

She looked at him, curiously striking into his thoughts.

Yeah, go on Harry-boy. Tell her you're a straight out pervert and you saw her and Malfoy getting it on. Why don't you lie and say that you wanted to join too? That'll make her worried, his voice was saying in her mind. There was a strange buzzing in her ears, and she stopped going into his mind. There were far too many thoughts coming directly from his brain.

"You guys were kissing."

"You're lying," she said suddenly.

He gaped at her, blinking, absolutely awestruck at what she had just said. "How did...how did you know?" he finally said, relenting.

"Because...I had the same dream," she admitted.

"What?"

"Harry...look, I...I never told anybody this," she mumbled, her cheeks flushed. She was obviously flustered. "I mean...my mother and father know, but they sort of ignore it...I don't think any of my brothers know. But, see, Harry...I am a Seer."

"A - a Seer?" he stammered, his mouth still moving afterwards wordlessly.

"Yes. I have visions and dreams." She didn't bother telling him about the mind reading...it would freak him out, and she resented people thinking she was weird. All she had ever wanted to be was normal. Unfortunately, she was far from normal. Even witch-wise.

"T-t-then how come I had them too?" Harry questioned, clutching the ends of his armchair and leaning forward eagerly for her answer.

"I have no idea, Harry. It was a dream about me and Malfoy...having relations...and then he became ..."

"Voldemort," Harry finished, looking away from her.

"Yes. But see, Harry...this includes me too. I mean, I've never had visions of what happened to Sirius or anything, because that wasn't about me. But this dream..."

"It was real," he concluded. "It felt real. You could feel it, right?"

She stared at him, nonplussed. "How did you know?"

Harry shrugged. "I just have a lot of experience with dreams..."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence as they both looked at each other impassively. Finally, Harry cleared his throat and poised forward as if to speak again, but Ginny was faster.

"Since you told me about the dream truthfully; I guess it's only fair to tell you that...Professor Trelawny made a prediction."

"A prediction? A real one?"

"Yes...I thought she was a fraud, but...then Hermione told me about the prediction in your third year, so I think this is real."

"What did she say?"

"She said - she said Voldemort was going to get stronger than any wizard ever, which includes Dumbledore," she added. "And...something about three people and their powers...it's all I can remember."

Harry frowned. "I don't know anything about that Ginny, but you'd better go with Dumbledore tomorrow. I'll go with you, if you like."

She stood up, a wavering smile clutched to her face. "I'd like that...oh, wait..."

Ginny took all her courage and walked up to Harry, leaning forward tentatively, and placing her lips on his softly. He gasped in his throat, and she could hear it - it was nothing like kissing Draco; a slight dizziness overcame her, but she could smell his scent, grow more deeply immersed in it, and feel comfortable. She pulled away, her hand on his cheek.

"Am I a bad kisser?"

He looked at her, dumbfounded. "N-no..."

"Good." Patting his shoulder, she walked upstairs, disbelief at what she had just done. She was not present, however, when Harry muttered to himself, "Not at all."

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