CHAPTER 9

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He made a move. Harry Potter finally made a move on Tallah. Of course it was directly after her making a fool of him for the entire day. But I think having a girl not fawn all over him may be part of the attraction.

Poor Harry, but I suppose turn about is fair. Snape had to cheer for Gryffindor so it's only fair that Harry should cheer for Slytherin. I will never forget him yelling, 'Go Malfoy. Go Malfoy. Catch the Snitch. Catch the Snitch. You're the Best. You're the Best. So Beat the Rest. So Beat the Rest.' Of course he had to chant this while waving pom-poms in the air. 

Slytherin went on to win that match and have a party in their common room, a party that Harry had to clean up after. Which would have been fine if he had been able to use magic, which he wasn't, or if the Slytherin's hadn't made even more mess every time he had nearly finished, or if he hadn't had to wear his Gryffindor Quidditch robes to clean in.

It was nearly midnight that night, when he made his move. I know because I saw it. I was coming back from the kitchens, when I came across them, and like little sisters everywhere I decided to spy on them, and find out material to tease him with later.

They were talking about something, I couldn't exactly hear what, but Harry was getting agitated with her, and then all of a sudden he turned and kissed her. It lasted fifty-four seconds. I know I timed it, and then he stopped and walked away, leaving Tallah standing there by herself. She stood there looking so shocked for a couple of minutes but when I was about to go talk to her, she shook herself out of it and walked away.

So there you have it. Harry's finally got some action. He deserves to be happy; he hasn't had nearly enough happiness in his life.

But I suppose you're wondering what Draco made me do for my turn. Surprisingly enough the duties weren't too bad. They could have been worse.

As my luck would have it, my slave day was on the day of the Hogsmeade trip, even more people to humiliate myself in front of. Even while I was dreading the day in some ways in others I couldn't wait.

It started with me having to meet Draco in front of the Great Hall before breakfast.

"Looking forward to today Weasley?" was the first thing he said to me.

"With great anticipation," I answered back sarcastically. "What do I have to do first?"

"We'll start off easy, you don't have to do much at all, just sit next to me at the Slytherin table and serve me breakfast. I want to watch the warning looks your brother will keep shooting me."

Oh yes, annoying Ron was a great way to start the day. Can you tell I was being sarcastic? But it worked. Ron reacted exactly the way Draco expected even though I told him I'd be fine. Now sitting at the Slytherin table was not what I'd call fun. Having Pansy throwing killer glances at me for having the nerve to sit next to 'her' man was enough to put me off my food. While I trust Draco, I do not by any means trust Pansy.

And so we headed off to Hogsmeade, where Draco decided to make me a packhorse. The boy can shop let me tell you. Must come from growing up with more money than you can spend. The amount of useless things he bought amazed me. There was one thing he bought though that was really nice. It was a necklace with an oval pendant on it. What was so special about it was that it was a mood pendant so that it changes colour depending on the wearers' mood. There is not a colour on the earth that these mood pendants cannot make. They are really pretty. I just really hope that he didn't buy that for Pansy or I'm going to throw up.

By the time lunch came around, my arms were aching from the amount of stuff I was carrying around and he wouldn't let me use magic to make them lighter. We headed to the Three Broomsticks where he told me I'd have to do something but he wouldn't tell me what until we got there.

"Attention everyone, for you're entertainment this afternoon, Miss Virginia Weasley has kindly offered to sing you all a song," he announced while smirking at me. I glared at him; I couldn't believe he would do that.

The bastard, I remember, when we were planning this Slave Auction, mentioning to him about hating being the centre of attention and public speaking, because I get nervous and start making mistakes. So what's he do, he makes me get up in front of a very large group of people and sing.

The music started playing and he made me get up on one of the tables. I think I shocked him and a lot of the crowd when I started singing, because while I don't like doing it in public, I am a very good singer. I made it easier on myself by keeping my eyes shut the whole time, trying to pretend I was by myself. It helped a bit.

After that impromptu performance we sat down to have lunch, when Pansy decided to make her presence felt. We were sitting by ourselves at a table talking, having a proper conversation. Not about personal stuff, because he shies away if my questions get too personal, but about everything else, Quidditch, politics, school gossip and so on. And over comes Pansy. You know she never used to irritate me this much, but now whenever her I see her I feel like punching her.

"Leave Weasel. I want to talk to Draco alone," she barked at me. I did not appreciate being talked to that way.

"Sorry, Draco is my master today, I only do what he tells me, not what some jealous fan of his says." She didn't like that whatsoever.

"Just leave bitch."

"What do you want Pansy, you're interrupting my lunch?" Draco finally asked.

"I want to talk to you alone," she said while licking her lips in a way that I think was supposed to be sexy, but just didn't work. Then she slid in next to him, just about on his lap.

"Go away," he said.

"See, Weasel, leave," she said with a superior smirk on her face.

"Not her, you Pansy," he yelled.

She wouldn't move so he slid out of the booth with her on his lap and dropped her on the floor, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of there. While that was a sight I wasn't going to forget anytime soon, Draco was in a bad mood for the rest of the afternoon, snapping at me all the time, making me do stupid things, which put me in a bad mood. Damn Pansy.

All day I kept waiting for him to bring up what happened between us the other night, to tell me why he kissed me, but he didn't, so after dinner that night I decided I would ask him. We were in the potions classroom because he had some homework to do he wanted help with.

"Draco?" I said. He looked at me with a funny look on his face.

"What?" I enquired wondering what that look meant.

"You called me Draco," he said

"I suppose I did. It is your name."

"Anyway, what did you want?" he asked going back to the subject at hand.

"Why did you kiss me, you know, the other night." I wondered whether he was going to answer me.

"What are you talking about?" he said. I couldn't believe it.

"You do remember kissing me right, after the food fight the other night."

"I don't recall, no." Now I was angry, and maybe a little hurt.

"Well maybe this will jog your memory." So I kissed him, passionately.  I, Ginny Weasley, kissed him. We kissed like we couldn't get enough of each other. Then he stopped. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.

"Now I remember," he said smiling down at me, letting me in on the joke. Then he pulled me to him and started kissing me again and a bit more than kissing. His hands found their way under my shirt, trailing his fingers up my belly, around to my back and to my bra clasp.

While I would never have let another boy do that, that early in a relationship, if what Draco and I are doing can even be classed as a relationship, I wanted Draco's hands on me. Stroking me.

He undid my bra and slid his hands around to cup my breasts. Then things all went to hell. All of a sudden I was yanked away from Draco and the next thing I saw was Ron punching Draco and warning him to stay away from me or else. Then Ron grabbed my arm and dragged me all the way to Gryffindor tower.

"I can't believe you just did that," I yelled at him, fuming.

"He had his hands…" I cut him off.

"I know where he had his hands Ron, and if I hadn't wanted them there they wouldn't have been there."

"He must have put a spell on you, we'll have to go tell Dumbledore."

"There is no spell on me Ron. I like him. Sometimes I don't exactly even know why, I just know I do. And I think he might like me too. I might know by now if you hadn't come charging in on us. Just except it. Please. I don't want to listen to you go on about this anymore." By this time I was really tired so I just left Ron in the common room and headed up to bed.

It's morning now, just about time for breakfast. I wonder what today will bring.