A very tired, make that exhausted Ginny Weasley sluggishly mad her way down
to the great hall for a light spot of breakfast. She bumped quite literally
into her brother, causing her to lose her footing and step into the trick step
that many first years tended to forget to avoid. Normally, she would have been
mortified, but she was too tired to even blink an eye.
Having said that, she was glad enough of Fred and George's mutual decision
to leave Hogwarts, as they would probably have given her hell over it!
When she reached the great hall, her eyes flickered towards the Slytherin table,
where Malfoy was lazily spread over two and a half chairs, with an extremely
bored expression on his face, most probably because Pansy Parkinson had decided
to witter on about some trivial matter.
Ginny walked to the Gryffindor table, eyes on him, unconsciously licking her
lips. This was as close she had gotten to him in the last two weeks, and Ginny
was beginning to feel his absence! After the incident in Malfoy's room,
they had decided to stay apart while they were doing their detentions. Of course,
none of the others knew what their detentions were for, they just assumed it
was a punishment for tardiness.
She sat down sighing, and grabbed a slice of cheese on toast and some grapes.
"Mornin' Gin!" said a rather cheerful Hermione.
Ginny ignored her (not deliberately) and popped a grape in her mouth.
"What's up with you?" Ron asked Ginny, frowning.
"Noting. Its just that I missed dinner last night due to my detention,
and I'm so hungry I could eat the entire table," said Ginny in between
mouthfuls. "It's nothing personal Hermione, I'm just…really
hungry."
The owl post arriving, and a red envelope dropping in front of Ginny interrupted
their conversation (if you could call it that).
"Oh No!" Ginny gasped.
"What?"
"Mum must have found out about me and Draco being caught!"
"You and Draco being caught by who? And when?" Ron asked.
But Ginny ignored him. She tugged at the top of the now smoking envelope, openig
it. A loud voice filled the room, but not the voice they had expected.
"VIRGINIA WEASLEY!
YOU SHOULD BE REPULSED BY YOURSELF. YOUR MOTHER AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO EMBARRASSED,
IT TOOK HER AN HOUR TO RECOVER AFTER RECEIVING MCGONAGALL'S LETTER. IT
IS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU ARE WITH A MALFOY, LET ALONE THAT A TEACHER DISCOVERED
YOU! AND AT YOUR AGE! IF WE EVER HEAR OF AN INCEDENT LIKE THIS AGAIN, YOU WILL
BE COMING STRAIGHT HOME! I HOPE YOU HAVE THOUGH DEARLY ABOUT YOUR ACTIONS, AND
THAT YOU HAVE APOLOGISED TO PROFESSOR SNAPE PREFUSELY! WE ARE VERY DISAPPOINTED
IN YOU!
Silence enveloped the room as the letter burst into flames.
Ginny glanced around the room to see that all heads were turned towards her.
She noted that Malfoy looked fairly embarrassed over at the Slytherin table,
but she continued looking and her gaze fell onto her brother. He was staring
at her with a very repulsed expression.
"Do you mean…Snape…has seen you naked?"
"Ummm…" Ginny glanced around the hall, and decided that now
was a great time to leave. She ran out of the hall.
"Although the Snape thing is very…gross, I think that you should
be more concerned with the obvious fact that Malfoy has been doing you sister,"
Seamus said, breaking the silence.
"Well, I think the cats out of the bag," sighed Ron.
"Out of the bag???" shouted Harry. "OUT OF THE BAG??? IT'S
DOING A BLOODY NAKED TAPDANCE ON THE TABLE!"
"You mean you knew?" asked Dean incredulously.
"And you were ok with that? Your sister and a Slytherin. And not just
any Slytherin, Malfoy!" Seamus practically shouted.
"No, I wasn't 'k with it. But Ginny was, and it wasn't my
decision to make. Unfortunately," Ron added as he rose from the table.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to check on my sister to
make sure she's ok."
"I wouldn't bother mate, Malfoy beat you to it." Harry motioned
Ron to look and see Malfoy sneaking quietly out of the hall.
"Bollocks!"
* * *
Malfoy made his way over to Ginny. She was sitting by the lake staring out across
the water.
"You ok?"
She glanced at him and smiled.
"I suppose. Just a little embarrassed. Now the entire school knows Snape
has seen me naked."
"But, at least we don't need to sneak any more. For example, I can
do this-" he put his arm around her, "-and not be worried in case
we are seen."
"I suppose so…" trailed Ginny.
"And for another, Snape didn't see you as naked as I have." Draco drawled, his hand delving into her top as one might with a packet of crisps.
Ginny giggled. "Well that's true. And I'm sure he didn't enjoy it as much as you do either."
"I very much doubt it!" Draco breathed into her ear, sending goose
bumps down her back.
"Draco, I hope your not thinking of going any lower, because you're
still not forgiven for the other night."
"What other night?"
"When you said I shouldn't be in Gryffindor.."
"Look Ginny, when I said I didn't know what you were doing in Gryffindor,
it was a compliment," said Draco, removing his hand from the top of her
robes.
"How?" exclaimed Ginny indignantly. "How is that a compliment?"
She turned round to face him, kneeling on the ground.
"Well," Draco fidgeted a bit, "You don't shag like a
Gryffindor."
"What?!! How many others have you shagged?" screeched Ginny.
"Well none, but you Gryffindors seem like the missionary in, out, done
types."
"What!" Ginny was furious, although she added after careful consideration,
"that's probably true."
"See!" Draco cried triumphantly. "You know what I mean! That's
why it's a compliment."
"Are you saying Gryffindors are boring? And how exactly do Slytherins
fuck according to you?"
Malfoy shifted uncomfortably. "Well…not like the Gryffindors."
He smirked. "I think we're definitely more adventurous!"
"Did I just make Draco Malfoy uncomfortable about sex? You're not
the man I fell for. I'm leaving." Ginny giggled, and began to rise.
Draco grabbed her wrist.
"Ha, ha, very – did you just say you fell for me?" Draco asked,
a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"No!!" shouted Ginny a bit too enthusiastically. "No,"
she repeated, quieter this time and she felt her cheeks go red.
He looked at her, the steely grey of his eyes piercing the green of her own.
And then just before she turned away, he stuck his tongue out at her and blew
a raspberry.
"You fell for me! You fell for me!" Draco sang, getting up.
"Ooohhh! You are so dead!" shouted Ginny. She got up and ran at
him. He dodged her.
"I mean it Malfoy!"
"Yes, I believe we have been through this before. You vow never to sleep
with me again, and then you sleep with me anyway, so I think you should stop
the pretending and attempting to resist me," he said, advancing slowly
towards her. "Because I have been feeling increasingly horny over the
past two weeks, so I know you must have as well."
"No! This time I mean it!" She sat cross legged on the grass, arms
crossed across her chest, glaring at Draco.
He poked her on the shoulder, and she didn't even blink. It didn't
matter though, after two months he knew her weakness. He sat down behind her,
and moved her hair to one side, giving him clear access to her neck. He then
pulled her against him and began licking her neck.
"Draco, I have to go to Muggle Studies," Ginny breathed.
"But I'm horny!" he whined.
"Tough shit!" she got up and began to walk away, but stopped and
tuned back to him. "Oh, you might wanna take a cold shower." She
continued her walk to the castle.
"Bugger," said Draco. What he thought was, "I'm still
a charming bastard aren't ?"
To make his day even worse, he now had a grassy patch on his arse where he had
sat down. "Damn!"
* * *
Ginny sat jabbing her quill impatiently into her ink jar. She'd taken
muggle studies purely to please her father, and was indeed excelling at it.
The only problem was, their usual teacher (professor Armitage) was ill, and
Professor Binns was covering the lesson.
Today was supposed to be a practical lesson – making toast the muggle
way. However, without a teacher (or a competent teacher) the magic supporting
the toaster would go awry.
She let her ind wander from the textbook, from the monotonous drone of the classroom,
from the dull buzz of school life.
Suddenly she was back in that place, back In the chamber. She could smell the
dank reek of death, could almost taste it in the air. The floor was stone cold,
her fingers and toes were numb. She could see him moving towards her. She could
feel the heat returning to her, white hot fire flowing in her blood.
He bent down, his body sheltering hers, and his hair fell out slightly of its
usual style. She reached up to touch him as he reached to stroke her cheek.
She relished the feel of his hair in her hands, fine spun gold. She lifted her
head to kiss him, and slung a leg round his waist as she deepened the kiss.
His hair was changing, from the glittering white gold to a courser ebony brown.
"Ginny…" he smiled.
"Wha-Tom?" she jerked back.
* * *
Ginny woke up. Her head hurt, anmd she could taste blood. She could vaguely
hear someone saying, "she's coming to!"
She blinked and tried to get up, but she felt nauseous and decided against it.
"Hey Gin."
She looked to see Ron standing over her.
"Hey. My head hurts."
"Well, you landed on it when you fell over, so it would."
"Fell?" It was then that she noticed she was in a bed in the hospital
wing. It was odd, she didn't remember falling , and usually she awoke
before she did. Her lip was bleeding, she had obviously bitten it when she landed.
"How long have I been here?"
"2 and a half months." Ron looked sombre. "Mum and dad's
been dead worried."
"Two and a half months!" Ginny repeated incredulously.
"Just kidding. Two and a half hours," laughed Ron.
"Oh, give me a bloody hearty attack why don't you!"
"Malfoy's been here."
"What! When?" Ginny sat up quickly, and grabbed at her head to stop
it spinning.
"About an hour ago."
"Why didn't he stay?"
"Because he had to leave. I'm only allowed here right now because
I'm family."
"He's as good as family!" argued Ginny.
"Not to Madame Pomfrey he's not," Ron half-snapped back.
"Fine," she pouted.
"Gin…" Ron said sitting on the edge of her bed. "What
happened?"
"Itv was nothing. Just a dream." Ginny replied. "What happened
to me? Why did I come here?" she gestured to the room she was in.
"They brought you here from your lesson. If you were dreaming, I'm
guessing you jerked in your sleep and fell backwards, as you hit your head on
the floor." Ron looked worried. "Why? What did you dream of?"
"It was just a normal dream, nothing special."
"You weren't dreaming of…the chamber were you? Because I thought
you'd stopped having those dreams."
"No!!" Ginny lied. "Of course not!!"
"Okay then," sighed Ron resignedly, kissing her forehead and then
turning towards the door.
"Ron!!!" Ginny called, "don't tell mum and dad, ok?"
He nodded in affirmation.
"And Ron!" Ginny called again, "Tell Malfoy to get his arse
in here!"
"Right," he mumbled, "I just don't wanna know."
He waved and left the room, leaving Ginny to her thoughts. "I'll
just close my eyes for a second," she told herself as she slipped back
into her dreams.
* * *
"Mr Malfoy! I'm afraid Ginny's sleeping," reasoned Madame
Pomfrey.
"Then I will sit by her until she wakes. I'll be quiet as a…mouse?"
he offered.
"Okay, but any noise from you and you'll be out."
Draco walked over to Ginny's bed, where she was thrashing fitfully in
her sleep. He sat down by her bed and tapped impatiently on the bedside cabinet
waiting for her to wake up.
She moaned quietly in her sleep, her lips parting as she breathed in.
"Hey!" Draco thought aloud, "I've heard that moan befo-oh!"
He saw her brow crease, and she whispered something. Oh, a name? Not his!! Who?
Tom?
Draco was furious. He shook Ginny, waking her up.
"What? Ron, go awa-oh Draco. Thank Merlin its you." She babbled
at first, then slowed down.
"Who's Tom?" asked Draco quietly.
"Who?"
"Is it that witless excuse for a wizard in Hufflepuff? You were fantasising,
possibly cheating, with a fucking Hufflepuff?!!" Draco whispered, his
voice low and full of jealousy that he had never felt before.
"Draco, I haven't done anything, or anyone for that matter!"
she said, pushing him square in the chest.
"I heard you. Whjile you were sleeping. Dreaming," he said moodily.
"Draco, that wasn't. Not Thomas Kirkstall! Oh fuck no, it wasn't
at all what you thought."
"Oh, that's ok then," said Draco sarcastically "you
weren't having a dream that caused you to make very audible sex noises,
and I didn't hear you moan Tom!"
Ginny panicked. "I…it was…it's…it's difficult
for me to say."
"So there's something to say is there? Well what are you hiding?
Who's this…Tom?!"
"I…I…-"
They were interrupted by Madame Pomfrey. "Mr Malfoy, I thought I tol you
no noise until-. Oh, Miss Weasley. I'm sorry, I didn't realises
you were awake. You'll need to take some medicine again in a minute."
She left them alone.
"Ginny, if you don't tell me, I'll find a way, you know I
will," sighed Draco.
She looked down, defeated. "Fine. It all started with your stupid father."
"Oh, blame the father! It's all my parents fault, isn't it?"
She glared at him. "He slipped a dairy in one of my books, it was Voldemort's
evil bastard diary, I wrote in it, Tom wrote back, I opened the chamber of secrets
and nearly died," she said very quickly. "Is that alright? Are you
happy now?"
"What??!!" Draco looked aghast.
"Oh please, as if you didn't know!"
"Huh?"
"Your father probably spent weeks gloating," she spat.
"As a matter of fact…he didn't" said Draco in a very
small voice.
"Oh."
"So, why were you dreaming of this Tom then?"
"It wasn't him, it was you."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that I'm deaf. I heard you say his
name."
"I was dreaming about you, and then you turned into Tom. It was the same
dream I had earlier, but I was too freaked out to tell anyone, including Ron."
"So, what part did I play in your dream?" asked Draco, smirking.
"I'm not telling you that!"
"Was it a good dream?" Draco's smirk got even more suggestive.
"Obviously not, otherwise I wouldn't be so disturbed." Ginny
could feel herself beginning to grin, but stopped herself. She wanted Draco
to think she was still annoyed at him for the Tom mistake.
"Was it good disturbed, or bad disturbed." Draco has seated himself
beside her on her bed.
"What do you think!!!"
"Well, since I only got the audio and not the visual, I'm going
to go with good disturbed."
"How would you fell if your boyfriend turned into the guy who tried to
kill you?" Ginny scowled, all sense of amusement gone. "I'm
glad you find it amusing."
The penny dropped. "Hey! You had a sex dream about Voldemort! Oh my, my
girlfriend is sick!"
"Wha-no! You pervert! Why am I shagging you?"
"Don't worry," he whispered conspiratively, "everyone
has the odd kinky…fetish."
"Really? What's yours?" Ginny asked suggestively.
Draco squirmed a little. "Well…I like a bit of bondage."
"Really?" Ginny smiled provocatively. "I think we can do something
about that."
"Oh, ok. And I always had this fantasy of you and Blaise, maybe a couple
of whips and chains, and-"
"When you shag Harry, I'll shag Blaise," Ginny cut in.
"That's not worth it," Draco shrugged.
* * *
"Lucius," called the man, sweeping into the large library of Malfoy
Manor.
"Goyle?" Lucius Malfoy rose from his chair, "What brings you
here? Is Lord Voldemort—"
"This is strictly personal Lucius." Goyle stopped for a moment,
then continued, "Your son has gotten himself a girlfriend."
"Yes, well, I knew that. He brought a girl back here a couple of months
ago. Didn't see her though. Did Gregory say who she was?" Lucius
said, grinning.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. It seems your son has been dating Ginny Weasley."
Lucius' grin slid off his face like butter from a knife, "A…….a
Weasley? Are you certain?"
"Yes, I'm sure," confirmed Goyle, "Apparently it was
announced to the whole school over breakfast this morning.
Lucius sat in his chair, thinking.
"I'm not one to say anything bad about your son; in fact I think
the boy could have a good future ahead of him. However, canoodling with the
enemy is a big problem." said Goyle.
"Oh I know," grimaced Lucius, his eyes burning with anger, "Draco
and that…..that girl will be punished.
"Oh, I know," said Lucius, is eyes burning with anger. "Draco
and…that girl will be punished. Consorting with that worthless excuse
for a wizarding family, that muggle-loving filth."
Narcissa stepped in. "Lucius, what is all this about, I heard raised voices."
"Honestly woman, it is none of your concern, leave us!" spat Lucius.
"No. Do not speak like that to me Lucius; I am no porcelain doll, no errant
fool. You were talking about Draco. You were speaking of our son. If it concerns
our son, it concerns me." She said calmly.
Lucius sighed, "Apparently Draco's been fucking a Weasley."
"Draco's been whating a what!!!!!" screeched Narcissa, losing
all of her cool exterior in one second.
Lucius raised an impertinent eyebrow at Goyle, "Leave us." he commanded,
knowing that his household was about to go to hell, or would have if he believed
in it.
"I have reason to believe that your son is having…relations of some
kind with the youngest Weasley." He reiterated.
"So when he does something wrong he's mine alone is he?" Narcissa
fumed, "And you mean to tell me that, that woman, that child, she was
in our house, under our roof?"
"At least she's female," Lucius muttered moodily, "with
all those Weasleys."
"What was that Lucius?" Narcissa asked as sh regarded him coldly.
"What is it to you what I think," exclaimed Lucius, in a moment
of fury, "I didn't marry you to think!"
"Quite. I think I understand quite well Lucius. You grunt and groan, and
take your fill, all the while thinking of your master." She whispered
dangerously.
Lucius made a strangled noise akin to someone drowning.
"What?? You think I could actually enjoy that? Well?"
"I…uh.." he stuttered.
"You are a terrible lover. Why, did you think that I would marry you for
your skills in the bedroom? You have none. And given the opportunity again,
I don't think I'd have taken it."
Lucius rose angrily, "And maybe if you hadn't, I'd have more
than that blithering Weasley-shagging idiot of a son you gave me."
"I don't make him sleep with anyone – whom in this household
is constantly egging the child on?"
"I couldn't possibly agree with what you are saying woman. I do
not egg!"
"You may not agree, but you do. And its probably you pressurising him
into joining you to serving your master, that got him to go crazy enough to
sleep with a Weasley in the first place!!" Narcissa screamed.
"I did not pressurise him you impotent hag!"
"Oh no. Of course not. 'You will join us or die.' Absolutely
no pressure there." Sneered Narcissa, "You are trying to live you
very much failed childhood through him."
Lucius was all ablaze with anger, "Failed? FAILED??!! I'll have
you know I was prestigious, popular, goo—"
"Oh please, You were the snivelling teachers pet in the corner, pretending
to be better than anyone else. The only thing you had going for you was your
Gringotts vault." She rolled her eyes theatrically.
"Well why are you here then?" he asked smugly.
.
"I told you. Your Gringotts vault."
Lucius roared with rage, "Goyle, get in here." He shot his wife
a superior look.
"What did you mean when you said you were going to punish Draco?"
asked Goyle.
"What do you mean 'what do I mean'!!! How dare you speak to
me in this manner – go away!" shouted Lucius.
"Oh, so now you you have to get someone in here, just because you don't
like what I'm saying," Narcissa sneered, "What's the
matter Lucius? Did the truth hit you hard?"
She paused, staring at Lucius, who was shaking with rage, his face a pale purple.
And with that he stomped off, as though he were two to the drawing room.