After lunch, Ginny asked Draco to join her in their room. With everyone at the table, he played it off with a sexy arched eyebrow. However, inside he knew she was worried about something; he could read it in her eyes.
A few more minutes of friendly socializing and Ginny and Draco were heading up the stairs, hand in hand.
Once they were in the privacy of their room, Ginny turned to Draco and without any preamble said, "I don't think Ron is going to be the one to die."
"Why not?" Draco inquired.
"This gut feeling I have. Plus, Hermione seems a bit too sure. She did not even try to do any research into dreams or such. Does that not go against her very nature?"
"Are you sure you are not just looking for different answers?"
Ginny gave Draco a nasty glare.
"Ginny, I'm saying this because you might be looking for different answers because Ron is your brother. No one, especially you, would want your brother to die. Hell, he was being a first class git and you still would cry at night about him."
Ginny looked at Draco and gave him an understanding smile and said, "But what about the way Hermione is not being her naturally inquisitive self?"
"Well, I know you know Hermione a lot better than I do, but could it be possible she just wants to enjoy the time she has left with Ron. I know if I were her, I would want to spend as much time with YOU as possible."
"You are probably right." Ginny said with a very soft voice.
"I know I am right, Love. Come on…let's enjoy our time here." With that said, he grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her out the door.
They headed down the stairs and out the back door. Draco opened the gate to the far meadow and kept pulling Ginny along. They did not stop until they were at the edge of the pond.
Arthur had informed Draco the evening before that while they had been gone, he had placed a heating charm on the pond. Apparently, he had done this to get some of the kids out of the house and to give them a place to have some fun. So, Draco knew that the pond was warm and ready despite the cold temperatures.
Once there, Draco fell to the ground and pulled his trainers off. He motioned for Ginny to do the same. She giggled at the eagerness on his face and obliged him despite her concerns over hyperthermia. With the last sock barely removed from her big toe, Draco was pulling her into the water. She was delighted and seriously relieved at the incredibly warm water lapping at her bare feet. He began dancing around, reminding Ginny of when Seamus would do an Irish jig at the Gryffindor Quidditch parties. However, Draco was splashing water everywhere; and that was most unlike Seamus and his dancing.
Ginny, taking advantage of Draco's absorption in his dancing, bent over and sneakily cupped two handfuls of water and waited for the most opportune time.
It came a mere 30 seconds later when Draco did a butt-shaking turn. When he was facing Ginny again, she raised her arms and splashed him directly in the face.
He sputtered inelegantly and turned to Ginny with an evil glint in his eye. He gave his leg a good strong kick and splashed Ginny right back. Ginny yelled in indignation.
The war was on. Back and forth the water war waged on. Draco would drench Ginny and she would retaliate.
The war was in high gear when Harry, Hermione and Ron walked up. They laughed at the sight before them. Draco was soaked. His clothes were sticking to him all over. Ginny was experiencing the same, but with the added drenched rat look of her hair escaping from her ponytail and laying crazily all around her face.
"Want some backup?" Harry asked with a grin on his face and those green eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Yep!" Draco returned and motioned for him to come over.
Harry grabbed Ron and pulled him over to Draco's side during the mini-truce of the war.
"Hey, what about me?" Hermione asked.
'What am I, chopped liver?" Ginny asked with a snort.
"But we'll be outnumbered, they will crucify us!" Hermione informed her.
"Too right we will!" Draco jeered back.
"Won't hurt for you not to be the first in everything, 'Mione" Harry said with a smile.
"Hermione, do you really think they are going to beat us?" Ginny asked and motioned for her to come over to her side.
Hermione threw the guys an evil sneer and walked over to Ginny.
"How about we all take a few minutes to work out our strategies?" Ginny suggested.
The boys nodded in agreement and turned to form a circle. You could hear their whispered nonsense from 10 feet away.
Ginny beckoned Hermione closer and whispered, "We can win this game very easily…in about 30 seconds. Are you game?"
"It is not illegal, is it? No magic outside of Hogwarts…" Hermione quietly inquired.
"Nothing like that, Hermione. I'm talking about pure unadulterated female sex appeal to bring them to their knees. So, are you game?"
"Count me in."
"Okay, here is what you need to do…" Ginny explained to Hermione what to do and they both covertly prepped themselves for the pending war with the boys. Once they were ready, without turning around, they asked the guys if they were ready.
They heard some in sync clapping followed by some 'hell yeah's!'
Draco and the guys had their legs and hands ready to douse the girls as soon as they turned around.
After taking a deep breath, Ginny and Hermione slowly turned around. They knew what was coming so they closed their eyes and waited for the water to douse them. They did not wait long as they were soon covered in water drops everywhere. They raised their arms to wipe their eyes then dropped their arms to their sides and looked directly at the guys.
The guy's mouths dropped open at the sight before them. It seemed that the girls had taken off their bras and were very cold. Draco pulled his shirt off and wrapped it around Ginny. Ron did the same, only to Hermione. Nothing, still, was coming out of either boy's mouth.
"Since you crossed the war lines, I guess this means you lose." Ginny said with a smirk on her face. Hermione shared the same smirk.
"Dear Merlin, I have been out conned by a friggin' Gryffindor!" Draco said as he pulled his wife in for a kiss.
Ron looked at Hermione and said, "Don't ever do that again. You took five years off of my life."
Hermione gave him a funny look and asked, "Why?"
"Because it seems that I am very possessive and I do not like sharing any part of you!"
Hermione gave him a loving grin and pulled his head down for a scorching kiss."
Harry, still heartily laughing, had fallen over and was thrashing around in the shallow waters near the bank.
**********A castle in Northern Scotland…several hours later***********
The sun had just fallen below the horizon. As soon as no trace remained, the female was woken by her faithful House Elf, Klea, and walked to her in-suite bathroom. She went straight to the gold tub and turned on the hot water. She pulled out her glittery, yellow Chamomile bath beads and poured them in the massive tub. She smiled as the endless number of bubbles began to take form. When the tub was half full, she undid the knot at her waist and dropped her silver robe to the floor. Her perfect naked body revealed; she tentatively placed a foot into the water for a quick test. It was perfect. She placed her other leg in the tub and dropped, gently, to sit in the tub. She took a deep breath and inhaled the relaxing smell of Chamomile.
She lingered in the bath for over an hour with her head resting on the back of the tub. When she was finally relaxed, she summoned Klea and stood up. The House Elf arrived and wrapped a large, luxurious towel around the woman. She gave Klea a dismissing smile and began drying herself off. Once done, she walked through the bathroom door to her vanity. There she rubbed large amounts of Aloe-based lotion into her skin and picked up her favorite perfume. She spritzed it in the air and walked through it. Then she pulled out a hidden drawer and rifled through its priceless contents. Finally deciding upon one, she pulled out the two carat blue diamond on an omega chain and deftly placed it around her neck. She smiled at the reflection in the mirror. Her body was young and firm. She was tall and willowy with curves in all the right places. Her face was what most girls dreamed of, but it was her eyes that caught everyone's attention, especially when wearing her blue diamond necklace. Her eyes matched the stone exactly and they were just as cold. However, that never bothered the men she came in contact with; no, they always assumed that they would come alive when she was in bed with them. They didn't. She gave herself one more knowing smile in the mirror and walked to her walk-in-closet.
She grabbed a short silver mini-dress with a halter style top and a pair of silver stilettos. She put them on and walked out of her bedroom. She walked down the hall, down the sweeping staircase and in to the marble floored foyer.
There, Klea was waiting for her mistress with her keys and bag. The woman took them from the Elf and headed to a plain, service door. The woman walked through and out to her 2003 Silver Saleen S7. She slipped into the car and roared the engine to life. She pushed a simple button on the clip on the visor and the garage door began lifting.
She put the car in reverse and drove out. She sped along the country roads defying gravity. She traveled the 50 miles to the local town in a very quick time. She parked behind an old building and walked down the cobblestone lane to the town's night club.
She opened the door and all eyes turned towards her. The bartender gave a knowing friendly wave and she gave a cool nod in acknowledgement.
She pushed further into the room until she found an empty seat between two men. She threw them both a small smile and took the seat. The bartender walked up to her and asked what she would be having.
"Bloody Mary," she responded.
He nodded, placed the glass in front of her and mixed the drink right there. She threw him a 20# note, picked up the drink and took a long sip.
The man to her left was a redheaded bloke with broad shoulders and cute freckles that dusted his pert nose. If she had to guess, she would bet he was very tall and she loved tall men…more to devour. When he returned her gaze, she saw that he had clear, blue sky eyes that were very expressive. He gave her a smile and she returned it with a full wattage smile.
She took another sip of her drink and noticed the man to her left.
This bloke was dark-haired and fair skin. He was rather small in stature, but wore clothes that accented his positives. He also noticed her gaze and looked her over. She noticed that he had cinnamon brown eyes that flecked leeringly over her exposed thighs.
She took another drink and decided to go after the redhead.
She turned to him again and said in a deep, sensual voice, "Never seen you here before."
"That would be because I have never been here before. I am here on a business trip," he informed her.
"Business trip? What kind of Business?"
"I work in banking."
"Fascinating…," she said as she moved closer and began moving her index fingernail up and down his muscular arm.
"I think so."
"Want to leave this joint?"
"It would be my pleasure." He stood up and gently pulled her chair away from the bar. He wrapped his warm arm around her waist and pulled her close.
They walked through the pub and out the doors.
"Do you want to head over to my hotel room?" he asked.
"No, how about you come back with me to my castle," she offered.
"Your castle?"
She gave a small smile and said, "Yes, my castle."
He gave her a wicked grin and said, "Okay…"
She took his arm and turned him towards the old building that she had parked behind.
She took him around back and gestured towards the car as she pushed the auto-opener. She slid in under the wheel and waited for the man to join her.
After he walked around in shock and gave a hard look at the sports car, he sat in the passenger seat.
"Nice car…," he said.
"I guess."
Just as the woman was about to start the car, she turned to the man and said, "Kiss me."
"Excuse me?"
"I said," she said as she moved closer to the bloke, "kiss me." By now, she and he were breathing the same air. She moved in for the kill and gave him a seductive, erection stirring kiss.
He was caught just a tad off guard. He had known his share of women, but none as aggressive as this one. However, he found himself eagerly responding; so he wrapped his arms around her and tangled his hands in her hair.
She moaned when she felt him pull her closer and lazily repositioned her mouth to catch his tongue and lightly suck on it.
Now, he was the one moaning. This woman was an amazing kisser. She pulled back a bit and gave him a sexy smile. He pulled her close wanting to taste her again. As he did, she knowingly tossed her long, blonde mane over her right shoulder and offered him her neck.
He lightly trailed kisses down her jaw line and continued it down her elegant neck. She moaned again and pulled slightly back.
"May I return the favor?" she asked.
"Please do…"
She gave him another dazzling smile and waited for him to expose his neck to her. When he did, she lightly shook her head and took on a different face; then sunk her fangs into his neck.
He jerked in pain and surprise. He tried to get away, but she was too strong.
Minutes later, the woman pulled back from the dead man, wiped the blood from her lips and opened the passenger door. She took her high-heeled shoe and pushed the body out of her car. She then closed the door, started the engine and drove off.