Draco Malfoy lay in his dorm bed staring at the ceiling. Thinking about her,
again. He was ashamed to admit it, but the incident in the potions classroom
was quite embarrassing, and Malfoy's do not get embarrassed. Ever!
But he supposed she was worth it. After all, they didn't need to be secret
any more. He wondered for a second how his father would take the news, but he
already knew the answer to that question. The answer was: badly.
But what was bothering him most was the way that Ginny had begun to look at
him. He had seen it in her eyes earlier in the dungeon, when she had stood up
to her brother, and when she had checked the damage to his nose. He was becoming
quite suspicious that Ginny was falling for him, and a part of him welcomed
that information with a feeling of glee. He had realised the way he felt about
Ginny a long time ago, but to know that she felt the same way was…amazing.
Draco decided he couldn't lay in bed any longer. He had no idea what the
time was, but he dressed and left his room quietly. It was then that he realised
that it was just after dawn. He decided to go to the owlery to see if his owl
had returned with a letter from his mother. He was surprised to find the one
person he wanted to see in the owlery when he got there.
Ginny was asleep against the wall opposite the owls, her hair tumbling over
her face, her cheeks rosy from the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
She looked beautiful, and that was the only way he could describe her.
Draco kneeled down beside her, lightly tapping her shoulder. She opened her
eyes, and smiled when she saw who it was that had woken her.
"Gin, you're in the owlery."
"Oh!" said Ginny, standing up and sweeping her robes.
"What are you doing here?"
"I sent a letter to my mum last night, telling her about us. I was waiting
for her reply, but…I guess I fell asleep." She tilted her head back.
"My neck is killing me."
"Come here." Draco beckoned to her, and she moved in front of him.
He began to massage her neck and shoulders.
"Every time I think I know everything about you, you go and surprise me
even more!" Ginny breathed.
Draco was having a hard time controlling himself. Just touching her made him
exceptionally horny! Unfortunately (what with him being eighteen, and a boy,
and horny) the impulse became too strong to resist, and he kissed her neck,
from the ear lobe which he lightly sucked, down to the collar bone on which
he nibbled lightly.
"Now that doesn't feel like a massage," Ginny groaned, turning
around to face him.
"No, this is better," he mumbled, kissing her hard. They broke apart.
"Now that I have to agree with," Ginny smirked, something she had
been doing a lot more since their relationship began. She wound her arms around
Draco's neck. He just cocked his eyebrow at her, before re-initiating
their kiss. When hands started roaming, Ginny pulled away. "Draco, I absolutely
refuse to do this here surrounded by owls and shit."
"Okay, come with me." He took her hand, and led her to the Slytherin
Common Room entrance.
"I can't go in there," Ginny whispered.
"Course you can. Just make sure no one hears you go into my room."
Draco muttered the password, and led her to his room (he had his own, being
Head Boy). Once she was safely inside, he closed the door and locked it. Ginny
looked around the room. It was cold, with good quality furniture, and deep-green
hangings and bed curtains.
"So this is what a Slytherin bedroom looks like." Ginny said, turning
and looking provocatively at Draco. He watched her, as she walked over to the
bed and sat down. "I wonder how comfortable this bed it?" Ginny
looked into Draco's eyes, desire filling her own. "Why don't
you show me?"
Draco practically ran to get to her.
* * *
Ginny rolled over, completely exhausted.
"They could probably hear you in Australia Gin," mused Draco.
"What! Nooooo. I wasn't that loud," she confirmed. "Was
I?"
"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," Draco murmured, trailing
circles on her back. "I think you were pretty loud.
The question was irrevocably answered when the door to Draco's room was
magically unlocked, and Snape swept into the room. They, unfortunately did not
notice, as they were very wrapped up in themselves.
"Mr Malfoy what's-." Snape stopped mid-sentence, flabbergasted.
Draco Malfoy was propped up by one elbow, stroking the back of, and kissing,
a very naked Ginny Weasley.
"Miss Weasley, please remove you're tongue from Mr Malfoy's
mouth, and explain what you are doing here."
Both Ginny and Draco jumped. "Oh Bugger!"
Ginny squeaked, and desperately tried to cover herself by darting underneath
the covers.
"Draco, what are you doing here naked with naked Weasley naked?!"
Draco didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, Snape was
having trouble forming coherent sentences, and on the other hand, there was
a lot of nakedness in the room, courtesy of himself and Ginny. Snape was more
naked than usual, as he was dressed only in his bed clothes.
"With all do respect Professor, do you mind?" Draco said to Snape,
who looked mildly embarrassed that he hadn't turned away sooner. "And
anyway, I'd have thought that was obvious."
"How obvious?! I thought you were being attacked or something from the
noise." Snape, blushed, now aware what the noise actually was. "And
anyway, Malfoy's and Weasley's always have, and always will, hate
each other." Snape was obviously having a hard time believing what he
was seeing.
This time it was Ginny who spoke up, between pulling on the last of her clothes.
"Hate, love, what's the difference?" She looked at Draco,
who nodded, indicating that he was fully dressed. "You can turn around
now professor."
"This is unacceptable-" began Snape.
"Well, at least he's taking it better than Harry and Ron,"
whispered Ginny.
"-Preposterous-"
"Yes, although I'm not quite sure my father would be as pleased,"
Draco whispered back.
"-You ought to be ashamed of yourselves-"
"Mine either. Never mind."
"-letting down Slytherin this way," Snape finished.
Draco looked defiantly at Snape. "Look, this is my business, and I'm
really not sure what Ginny's doing in Gryffindor anyway." Ginny
shot a look of venom at Draco.
"And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"
"I'll tell you later. And anyway, it's a compliment."
Snape cleared his throat.
"Right, I'll just be going then," Ginny said, and she kissed
Draco on the cheek. He grabbed her wrist and used his other hand to tilt her
head back, but Ginny however whispered, "Don't make this any worse,
okay?" and pulled away although it pained her to do so.
"What do you think you're doing Miss Weasley?" Snape's
voice was low and icy.
"Leaving Professor," Ginny said curtly.
"Oh no no no. You are staying right where you are Miss Weasley. And I
am going to get your Head of House so we can sort this…little problem."
Snape replied evilly, eyeing Ginny before sweeping out of the room. He stuck
his head back round the door. "And no more…funny business."
Snape then set off, and they heard the portrait close after him.
Draco turned to Ginny. "I think we have a little problem."
"Little? This is a huge problem Draco. Now everyone, including your father,
is going to know." She sat down on the bed. "And, I do think that
McGonagall is going to kill us."
"But there is one advantage to Snape not being here right now."
Draco sat next to Ginny on the bed.
"What's that?"
"I get to have that kiss."
Ginny groaned and stood up. "You are so bloody typical! We are in serious
shit and all you can think about is kissing!" She broke off and turned
away. "And the entire situation is made infinitely worse by the fact that
Snape has seen me naked!"
"Yes, but I don't see you're problem. I like your naked body,
I'm sure he-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" shouted Ginny.
"Or what?" laughed Draco.
"Or I'll… never sleep with you ever again!"
"You couldn't resist me for forever. You can't stay away from
me for a few hours, let alone for ever. So, I therefore continue: did!"
Draco was overconfident, and closed in for the kill.
And he did prove his point. Ginny knew she couldn't resist him as she
felt his arms snake around her waist.
"Draco please? We can't risk being caught, even if it is only kissing.
We can't do this, not now." Ginny whispered, leaning against him.
That's how McGonagall found them, Ginny with her fists clenched, head
buried in Draco's chest. Draco was simply holding her, eyes shut, smelling
her hair.
Any fool could see that they had fallen for each other.
McGonagall cleared her throat. Draco opened his eyes and looked at her, while
Ginny remained as she was.
"I have been…informed of an incident here tonight. This kind of
incident is usually punished with suspension." Ginny clenched Draco's
jumper in her hand, holding her breath.
"However," McGonagall continued, "As I did not see the said
incident, I have decided that Miss Weasley will serve a month's detention
with me as her punishment, and a letter will be sent home to your parents. Mr
Malfoy's punishment will obviously be left to you, Professor Snape. I
would ask you, Miss Weasley, to return to you dormitory immediately. I will
escort you," McGonagall finished.
Ginny pulled away from Malfoy, inhaling a last scent of him as she walked to
the doorway. However, just as she was about to walk through it, Ginny turned,
walked back to Malfoy, and kissed him lightly, before turning, and following
McGonagall through the doorway.
Snape turned to Draco, who was still revelling from the shock that Ginny had
kissed him in front of both McGonagall and Snape. "I suppose you should
have the same punishment. You will also receive a months detention, however,
yours will be with me, and I daresay we will have to discuss that letter. Now,
I suggest you get some more sleep before breakfast Mr Malfoy. You have potions
later, and I don't want unsatisfactory work from you due to your shenanigans."
Snape turned and left the room, closing the door after him. Draco decided that
his suggestion was valid, and climbed back into bed. After all, Ginny was very
draining in the bedroom!