Draco was beginning to feel slightly worried. He had no idea where he was going
to tell Snape he had been all morning. He knew there was no way he could tell
him the truth, so he had to come up with a cover story. Fast.
He turned a corner, and came to the common room entrance. "Sanguis."
He walked through the now open portrait hole –
To be greeted by Snape.
"Ahh, Mr Malfoy, so nice of you to return," Snape said coldly. "Would
you like to tell me where you have been since potions this morning. Because
I have had reports of your absence from your lessons."
"I was…with…Weasley sir," said Malfoy reluctantly.
"You mean to tell me you spent the day with a Weasley?"
"Well, sir, we managed to remove the spell, after much research, and I…was
telling her…how to be more careful."
"For two hours?!"
"Well," said Malfoy, trying to think of something Snape would believe,
"she is a Weasley."
"Yes," smirked Snape. "I can see why it would take so long."
Draco suppressed the bubble of anger that had risen in him.
"Yes sir. Can I go now sir, its just that I have lots of work to catch
up on."
Snape nodded, watching Malfoy walk towards his room. "Oh, and Mr Malfoy."
Darco turned. "Detention, tonight. 8pm in the dungeon." Draco nodded.
* * *
Ginny sauntered into the Gryffindor Common room just before lunch, a huge grin
on her face. Ron stood there, looking particularly anxious. "Gin, McGonagall
wants to see you. And she did not look happy."
"Don't worry Ron!" Ginny said, still revelling in her post-shag
drunkenness, "It's all good."
"So I see your mood has improved since this morning," Ron said suspiciously.
"What? Oh, yeah. Well, I…thought about it, and I realised that it
wasn't that big a deal." Ginny said, as she really wasn't
interested in Harry anymore.
"Oh! Well, you'd better go and see McGonagall a.s.a.p. I think the
term to describe how she looked is 'pissed off'!"
Ginny decided to do just that, and went to speak to her.
* * *
"Detention Miss Weasley! Never did I expect this from you, from a Gryffindor."
McGonagall's face was turning purple. "Cutting classes! I think
cleaning the muggle way will be suitable. Tonight at 8 in the dungeons."
Ginny did her best to look upset, she really did, but she was wondering when
she would next see Draco.
* * *
This question was answered when she walked into the dungeons to find Draco sitting
on one of the tables, with a grin similar to that of the cat that at the canary.
"Where's McGonagall?" Ginny asked Draco, ealking over to him.
"Well, I convinced Snape that this detention did not need supervision."
Draco cocked his eyebrow at Ginny suggestively. She grinned.
"Here? The door's open!"
"So? I'll shut it." Draco pulled her closer to him.
"Not that I don't want to Draco, but it's a bit in the open,
and I really don't want someone, for example Snape, to walk in on us."
"Gin, we're in detention in a dungeon. No one is going to come down
here. But, if you'd rather clean the floor…"
"Of course not, its just that…well…what if McGonagall comes
in?"
"She wont. I convinced Snape we could be left alone. And anyway, you never
have supervision when you're in the 6th and 7th years."
"But what if-." She was silenced by Draco's kiss. She didn't
know why, but Ginny could never resist him when he kissed her, and he always
had a way of making everything around them disappear so it was just them. She
pushed him back onto the desk.
* * *
"So, did you talk to Gin after this morning?" Ron asked Harry, sitting
down into one of the overstuffed armchairs in the Gryffindor common room.
"No," his friend replied glumly. Harry put down the parchment he
had been writing on. "It went badly enough this morning."
"Well, I suppose putting a spell on her didn't help, and don't
think you're forgiven for that."
"I only did it so no one would hear us talking," Harry said slightly
guiltily. "I thought it would help me talk to her, but apparently I'm
crap at that in any language." Harry looked extremely frustrated.
Ron had an idea. "Why don't you go and talk to her now?"
"Ron, she's in detention in case you hadn't noticed,"
Harry said sarcastically.
"I know, but teachers never stick around when you're in the 6th
and 7th years, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She's in detention
with Malfoy. And anyway, you're forgiven for the spell."
"Really," Harry queried.
"Yeah she said so herself."
Harry thought for a minute. "Ok, lets go talk to her." They headed
towards the dungeon.
"Okay, so you just need to stay cool and ask her out," Ron said
calmly.
"That's ok for you to say, you knew Hermione felt the same way that
you did."
"Harry, you're either completely stupid, or totally blind. Ginny
likes you. She has for ages."
"No, she used to like me. And this morning, I got the feeling that she
didn't."
"Well there's only one way for you to find out," said Ron,
pushing the door to the dungeons open.
The sight they were greeted with made them both freeze.
"Well, that's one way to find out," said Harry turning and
walking back to Gryffindor tower. Ron, however, had lost the ability to move.
* * *
Ginny was lost in Draco, in the scent and feel of him against her. Layers had
been discarded, and Draco growled into her neck as he rolled them over so he
was on top of her.
Which is precisely when the door to the dungeon was forced open. They froze,
but it was too late.
"Well that's one way to find out," Ginny heard Harry say.
He sounded gutted, but she wasn't focusing on him. She was far more concerned
with the figure who was standing, now alone, in the doorway with an intense
look of fury on his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Ron shouted. Draco rolled off Ginny,
allowing her to gather some of her clothing.
"Ron, um…we were just…um," he heard Ginny say.
"I know what you were just Ginny, what I want to know is why." Ron
walked towards Draco, who had made the small amount of effort to put his boxers,
and nothing else, on. "Is it a love spell? Is that how you made her do
it?"
"I haven't dne anything to her," replied Draco. "Anything
she didn't want me to do that is." He looked over to Ginny. She
nearly smiled at him, but he knew the seriousness of the situation for her prevented
her from doing so. That was hwen Ron hit him.
"Ron!" cried Ginny, running over to Draco who was clutching his
(now very bloody) nose. She looked at the damage. "You broke his nose!"
"He's lucky that's all I broke." Ron grabbed Ginny's
wrist and pulled her away from Draco. "Come on Ginny, we're going."
"What! No, Ron let go of me. Let go!" Ginny struggled against his
grasp.
"We're going back to the Common Room now!" Ron shouted at
her. Ginny wrenched her arm from his grasp.
"No! Merlin, why do you always think you can boss me around? I'm
not five anymore Ron, I'm seventeen. And I can make my own decisions.
"Ginny, you were fucking Malfoy!"
"Oh my God!! I was???? Of course I was, and because I wanted to!!"
They were both livid. Ron's ears had turned scarlet, and every freckle
on Ginny's face had darkened. She took a deep breath. "Please, Ron.
Just…go back upstairs? I have to stay here until McGonagall gets back
anyway. I'll be up soon." Ginny begged him with her eyes. Ron gave
in. As much as he was angry with his little sister, he was still weak against
those eyes.
"Fine," he sighed. "But don't be long." He walked
towards the door "And don't think this is over," he said to
Malfoy before closing the door.
At which point Ginny burst into tears. Draco walked up to her, and wrapped his
arms around her. He had somehow managed to dress without her noticing.
"I thought you didn't deal with crying people?" Ginny said
in between sobs, her voice muffled against his chest.
"Well, after that, I'd have needed a hug if I were you." He
muttered into her hair.
"I'm sorry. It's just that now Ron knows, my whole family
will know."
Draco pulled away from her. "I'm glad to know you're not ashamed
of me."
"No! That's not what I meant," Ginny said, walking closer
to him again. She looked into his eyes. " "It's not you, it's
them. What if they all react like that Draco?"
"They won't."
"How do you know?"
"Because I do. Because they'll see that you are happy."
This seemed to comfort Ginny, before she realised that his nose was still bleeding.
"Oh Draco, your nose."
"It's ok. Doesn't hurt anymore."
"You'd better get to the infirmary." They walked to the dungeon
door. "I'll stay here and clean up a bit. We have to make it look
like we've actually done our detention."
"Ok." Draco leaned in and kissed her quickly on the lips.
"What shall I tell McGonagall?" Ginny asked him when he had pulled
away.
"I don't know. Tell her I slipped and hit my nose on a table or
something." He smiled and walked through the doorway. "See you later."
Ginny turned back to the room. She had A LOT of cleaning to do.
* * *
Ron was clutching his head. "Merlin, my eyes! My brain is scarred! My
sister, urgh, my eyes!
Harry snorted. "Yeah, like that was something I wanted to see. The girl
I fancy the pants off fucking my arch nemesis."
"Don't remind me Harry. I'm trying to forget. Urgh, my baby
sister did, and does not, have sex. Ever! That's why I thought you'd
be good for her Harry. A nice, innocent relationship." Ron was clearly
distressed at the thought that Ginny had, and enjoyed sex, and Harry did not
feel the need to enlighten him on what he had planed to do with Ginny.
"Erm…ok Ron…" He was glad that Ron hadn't questioned
his motives for pursuing Ginny, especially after she'd liked him during
their first few years at Hogwarts, and he had hated the idea. In fact, he had
probably only considered them as an item as she has got older, and was looking
more…fuckable.
And it would be that Malfoy would realise it first.
Ginny trailed into the Common Room, knowing what awaited her
.
"GINNY!" shouted Ron, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE
DOING!"
The Common room became oddly silent.
"Ron, just don't. I told Draco that this was a bad idea, that we
sho-." Ginny tried to explain.
""HA! So Malfoy forced you, did he? I kne-." started Harry.
"No! I wanted it." Ginny noticed that the common room had begun
to empty itself of the few people that were still in there when the row had
started. "You two will both have to get over the fact that I have, and
plan to have, incredible sex with Draco, and there is nothing you can do about
it, Ok!"
Ron looked positively disgusted at what his sister had just said. In fact, he
was turning a rather unattractive shade of green that clashed with his hair.
"Ginny, I thought that there was…that we had…" Harry
trailed off under Ginny's stony glare.
"Harry. We have had this conversation. And I think we decided that you
were an insensitive, lamp shagging jerk, who only thought with his dick!"
Ron was looking from Harry to Ginny, and back again.
"Now, If you'll excuse me, I have to write to mum." And with
that, Ginny stormed up to the girls dormitories.
"You were what with the who what?" Ron asked Harry, the rage apparent
in his voice.
"Ron…stay calm. I'm just a normal teenage wizard, like you."
"You had sex with a lamp. That is something that is not normal."
Harry was glad Ron was being so stupid. "Okay Ron, I'm an idiot.
I'm going to think about my actions." He walked very quickly up
to his dorm.
Several minutes later the penny dropped, and Ron's yells could be heard.
"YOU ONLY WANTED MY SISTER FOR SEX, YOU PILLOCK!"
At which point Hermione walked in, saw the colour of Ron and asked a very important
question.
"What the bloody hell is the matter with you?"
* * *
"Ginny and...Malfoy?" Hermione stammered, unable to accept it. Ron
had explained everything to her, and Hermione could now understand why he was
so angry with her.
"But why were you so mad earlier? Who only wanted your sister for sex?
Because it can't have been Malfoy."
"It was Harry," Ron cringed.
"Harry?"
"Ginny mentioned something. I just didn't think Harry was like that."
"Ron, he's a seventeen year old boy. He's gonna want sex."
"Bu he can't have sex with Ginny. She's…she's
too young. She's just a little girl." Ron reasoned.
"Yes of course Ron, the same little girl that Malfoy was shagging on the
potions desk earlier," Hermione said, sarcasm evident in her voice. She
rolled her eyes. "Honestly Ron. She's only a year younger than you,
and at seventeen she's old enough to make her own decisions. And anyway,
you were seventeen when we first had sex."
"That's not the point."
Hermione stood and kissed Ron hard on the lips. "I'm going to bed."
She walked towards the Head Girl's room, and closed the door.
It only took Ron a second to realise the hint before he followed her.
* * *
Ginny sat in her dorm upstairs. She had felt it was better to let her mother
know about her and Malfoy herself rather than through Ron. She re-read her letter.
Dear Mum,
I thought it was better to let you know before Ron did. I have a new boyfriend.
I know that you probably won't approve, and dad certainly wont. But he
makes me happy. And It's not Harry mum, he was being a jerk.
So, I thought I'd let you know that I am seeing Draco Malfoy. Please don't
kill me.
Love Ginny.
P.S. Everyone here is fine, although Ron is a bit shocked. He should be fine
soon.
She folded it together, and set off for the owlery.
* * *
Molly gasped out loud. "Arthur!"
"What Molly? Mr Weasley asked, surprised at his wife's shocked expression.
2It's about Ginny. She's seeing Lucius Malfoy's son."
Mr Weasley fell off his chair. Molly ran over and helped him up. He was livid.
"I'm gonna kill him!" He shouted, looking very much like he
would follow the threat through.
"Now now, let's not over react," said Molly patiently.
"OVER REACT! This is Lucius Malfoy's son, Molly. For all we know,
it could be an evil plan."
"I don't believe it's a plan Arthur. I believe it's
a thing called teenage hormones. And Ginny being stupid."
Mr Weasley did not look happy.
"Oh come on Arthur. He's a Malfoy. We've hated each other
for generations, it's only a matter of time. We have nothing to worry
about."