The Virgin Dragon

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Disclaimer:  I can't think of anything witty so I'll settle with; I do not own these characters.  No that was supposed to be funny.

Chapter Eight

Draco's POV

I was watching her cower under my gaze.  Curling up into a little ball as she shook and whimpered.

'Why are you afraid Weaslette?  I won't hurt a hair on your head.'

She looked up at me in disbelief.

'Then what will u hurt?'

'Well if you don't co-operate then your lips will be in pain!'

I watched with pleasure as her face contorted into fear and rage.

'Mr Malfoy if you don't let me out of this room this instant I will scream for help!'

'Go ahead!  Scream all you like!  No one will come!'

And she did.  She screamed.  I felt like my ear drums were bursting.  Quickly I thought up a plan to shut her up.  And one came.  I approached cautiously, scared she might bite.  But she did not see me.  She was staying at the door.  Her eyes searching for hope.  Searching for something she knew she would not come or see.

Then I lunged knocking her to the floor and at the same time pressing my lips to her ones.  Her screaming subsided.  To my surprise she didn't do anything.  She just lay beneath me in a state of mind that one could only call shock.  Her body did not move and could feel how tense her muscles were.  Her eyes were wide open in horror.

Ginny's POV

I hadn't seen him coming.  I was staring at the door praying that some one could hear me, although I was not sure if he had put a silencing charm on the door.  Something that he probably do simply because he is a Malfoy and Malfoys are evil.  That's simple and common knowledge in three quarters of Hogwarts.  In Slytherin he's worshipped but hey, they're evil as well.

Then I felt someone knock me over with such force I fell down.  That person then locked his lips onto mine and gave me a full blown kiss (why am I embaressed?  Its not like you'll ever see me.).

I lay there astounded at what Malfoy was doing to me.  Somehow he had pinned my arms down to my sides but not my legs.  I gave a kick whever possible and from his yell of pain I assumed it must have been his…erm…private bit.

'Is that what your going to give me My Little Weaslette?  If it is then show me all you've got.'

The last thing I remember seeing is a flash of light and the feeling of the stone, cold floor beneath my body.

A/N  I know its short but it's the best I can do.  My brain just isn't functioning properly.  Sorry.  I'll try and make it up to you in the next chapter.  At least there was a tiny smidgeon of romance though you can hardly call that romance.

Never mind.

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A tired and not hyper Deedsla the Insane Monkey