Ginny hoped that her parents hadn't been informed that she hadn't
gone back to her friends house as she was supposed to. When she had woken in
Draco's bed that morning, she had gathered her clothes and left as quickly
as possible. She groaned, clutching her head. Thank Merlin for Sundays! At first
it had all been a bit hazy, but then, bit by bit, the memories came back. "Ignorance
really is bliss!" thought Ginny.
She tried to rationalise that night. "I had…a shot of firewhiskey,
two fizz pops, and some muggle drink." It didn't change the fact
that she had had sex, no, incredible, drunken, mind-blowing sex with Draco Malfoy.
And she had liked it.
Ashe remembered him screaming at her, her screaming at him, and then the good
kind of screaming. She could remember everything from the feel of his hair between
her fingers to the taste of his skin. She remembered deliberately scraping her
fingernails across his back, just to make him shiver.
And she was going to have to face him tomorrow. Ginny had changed from the scared
first year she once was. She had grown into a young, confident woman, tall with
hair that feel in red and gold waves halfway down her back. She had startlingly
green eyes much like Harry's, and pale skin with freckles that she hated.
Ad now she had the mother of all headaches!
She supposed the lack of sleep didn't help, but when she had returned
to Hogwarts that morning, after taking the floo network back to Hogsmeade, she
had been unable to sleep. There were not many sixth of seventh years about,
as many, like her had gone to the party in Hogsmeade the night before, so she
had chosen to sit in one of the armchairs in the common room. Ginny supposed
the only thing she had been glad of that morning was that Draco wasn't
her first!
* * *
Draco was very annoyed. The bloody house-elf wouldn't stop laughing at
him.
"What is your fucking problem?!!" he shouted.
"Master…master has…" the house elf could barely talk,
"master has…love bite on neck!" screeched the elf.
"Oh fuck it." Ginny gave one hell of a love bite there. He'd
have to cover it up for school, although father would probably congratulate
him on his conquest.
This was incredibly unfair. Draco was considering begging, and Malfoy's
don't beg. Unless of course you have amazing sex with a red-haired vixen
who leaves I the morning. Well, at least he knew how far those freckles went.
* flashback*
"Now Ginny, I'm going to find out exactly where those freckles go
to" he said, as seriously as he could, "stating…here!"
He started nibbling on her collar bone and Ginny giggled.
"Get off you weirdo!" Ginny joked.
"Make me!" he said suggestively.
*end flashback*
He was not regretful, however, and a firm mantra echoed in his mind, "I
had sex with Ginny Weasley."
Perhaps a light snack would help. He went downstairs, not bothering to cover
up the love bite on his neck, and sat down at the large oak table.
A different house elf got him the usual, savoury pancakes with lashings of chilli
sauce. His father swept in majestically and sat down at the head of the table.
"Ahh Draco. I see you are up. I didn't hear you come in last night.
Were you with a lady friend?"
Draco sighed…here we go.
"Perhaps father," he stated, making absolutely no effort to cover
the large purple mark on his neck.
"Its good to know that you are upholding the family pride," Lucius
said, leering slightly.
"Yes father, Draco replied absently.
The house elf entered the room with the breakfast plates, closely followed by
Narcissa who nearly had a fit when she saw Draco, and in particular the mark
on his neck.
"DRACO!!!!" she screeched, "Your neck!!!"
"It's just a love bite mum." Stated Draco, obviously bored
with the direction the conversation was going, and decided that pancakes where
a hell of a lot more interesting.
"Draco….brought…a…girl…back…..here?"
asked Narcissa, trying to contain her shock whilst remembering to breathe. Although
Draco had been…ahem well acquainted with many girls he had never brought
them back to the Manor.
"Well obviously!" said Lucius, staring at Narcissa as though she
was very stupid, but then after all, she was a trophy wife, "So,"
he happily said to his son, who was thoroughly looking more and more bored,
and sat in his chair, staring into space, "Who is the lucky girl?"
Draco returned from wherever he was quite rapidly, "Oh, uh, it really
doesn't matter Father," he said, eager to get off the topic. He
shoved a truckload of pancakes in his mouth for good measure.
"Come on Draco, let us know who she is," said Lucius, "Besides,
she can't be much worse than a Weasley." He sneered. Draco nearly
choked on his pancakes, and Lucius eyed him suspiciously, but let it go, as
he had seen how much food there was in his son's mouth.
Draco panicked, I'd better think of an insult quick or he'll think
I am dating a Weasley…which might be true… "Yeah, like I would
lower myself to that level!"
Lucius smiled. "Of course, of course! Now are you going to tell me who
she is?"
"Erm….You know what Father? I really can't remember. I was
very drunk, and she had gone before I'd woken up." And wit that
he swept out of the room, leaving his half eaten pancakes. Narcissa looked horrified
at what her son had just said. His father, however looked positively gleeful.
"That's my boy!"
* * *
Ginny awoke the next day with a strong feeling of dread, and nausea. She had
spent most of the day before recuperating. Really she needed more time. And
more space. And NO contact with Draco Malfoy! Even being within 100 yards was
difficult. It didn't help that she didn't have amnesia. Then she
could have forgotten everything.
She had hoped she wouldn't see him, but then she remembered that this
was impossible, as he was in her potions class.
The other person she had to face was Harry. She had somehow managed to avoid
him yesterday (there had been some rumours about a lamp), but sooner or later
she'd have to explain where she had gone, and why she had disappeared
during their date.
It was bloody typical though. She had finally gotten Harry to go on a date with
her, and then she had ended up sleeping with his arch-enemy.
Despite the fact that she didn't want to have any contact with Draco,
for some reason Ginny felt the need to remind him of her and that night. She
dressed very carefully, paying particular attention to her hair and make-up,
before leaving her room for breakfast.
She felt his eyes on her, raking her body as she walked past the Slytherin table
and sat down next to Hermione. She began helping her self to breakfast, vaguely
aware then most of the male population was staring at her, as well as a vast
majority of the female population.
"Ginny. You, um, look different this morning," said Hermione.
"What, can't a girl dress differently once in a while?"
Ginny didn't think she was dressed a lot differently to usual. She wore
the shirt she often wore (okay, so it was open by a couple of buttons) and a
black skirt (that was quite short) and a push up bra, but apart from that Ginny
hadn't undergone any major changes, and she still wore her robes.
"But Ginny…" began Hermione disapprovingly.
"No. Hermione, look. It is just a one off thing. And besides, if Ron had
been hitting on a lamp, wouldn't you want to remind him what you looked
like?"
"Oh. So this is all for Harry's benefit?"
No. "Of course." Hermione seemed satisfied with Ginny's explanation,
and turned back to her breakfast. Many others did the same, having overheard
her explanation, however many (mainly guys, and she noticed Seamus Finnigan
attempting to eat his own breakfast off Neville's plate) still could not
stop staring. Well, at least it's having the desired effect, thought Ginny.
She finished her breakfast and stood up to leave.
"Hermione, let Harry know that I missed him at breakfast, but I'll
see him later." Merlin, I hate lying she thought as she left the Great
Hall.
She had just walked up the first staircase when a hand grabbed her and yanked
her into a classroom. He pushed the door closed and muttered a locking spell
and a silencing charm before turning to her.
"Bit ambitious aren't you?"
"I've silenced it so no one will hear us talking."
"Well that's good. Because I want to know what the fuck you think
you are doing."
"I had to congratulate you for your attire. No ones ever dressed for me
before."
"This isn't for you," Ginny snarled, "this is for Harry."
But she felt the blush creep up her neck.
"I knew it!" Draco grinned at her, causing her blush to deepen.
"Merlin, you are so full of yourself, do you know that?" Ginny said,
walking away from him to the door.
"I know, "Draco shrugged off the comment, "Same as I know
that you enjoyed it on Saturday."
"You know nothing Draco Malfoy. To me it was just a drunken fuck."
"Really?" questioned Draco, moving slowly towards her. She saw his
face tilt, felt his lips on hers. Anger filled her, and she shoved him off her,
punching him smack on his precious face.
"Stay the fuck away from me." Ginny moved to the door, unlocking
it with a simple charm, and left Draco looking quite stunned on the classroom
floor.
* * *
Ginny could not believe what had just happened. She could see Malfoy standing
there looking so smug, and she hated him. So she had hit him. Hard.
And now she was in the library sitting in one of the corners. He had some nerve,
thinking that he would be all she thought about now that they had had sex. As
if she was pining for him.
Well, Ginny thought, there will definitely be no pining. Ever.
* * *
Urgh, Ginny's brain was sounding alarm bells. As if she didn't have
enough to deal with, Potter was making his way over to her, and he had his serious
face on.
"Look Ginny, I'm sorry about Saturday. I was pretty out of it and
sure the lamp was you. And I was wondering if the lamp could talk."
Ginny considered this and nodded.
"Right…um…could you come with me to the lake?"
"Sure Harry, " she said.
She saw a flick of his wrist as he muttered something under his breath.
"Ginny, I know I haven't been that attentive a boyfriend, and I
know that it has been hard on you this year since your break-up with Seamus,
and that party, well I had planned to, well that we…you know."
Ginny thought about telling him the truth and her feelings on the matter.
"Harry, grow up. If you're gonna be having sex, you should be able
to say it. And anyway, since when were we going out? Did you know I fucked Draco
Malfoy, and since then I'd rather fuck a pig than you?" No, she
shook her head. That would never work. Instead she said:
"Harry, if you are going to be having sex, it shouldn't kill you
to say it, and we are not going out yet. We have had one date Harry, ONE DATE!
And you think I'd sleep with someone just like that," well actually
yes! Ginny though to herself, "and you spent the whole date trying to
shag a lamp!" Ginny hadn't meant to blow up. She was stressed, this
'thing' with Draco was getting out of control.
"Ginny, what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry." Harry
had his head in his hands.
"Oh, ok. I have to go now, I have…something to do." She hurried
towards the school, leaving Harry to look blankly at the spot where she had
been moments before.