Ginny's heels clicked quickly down the hallways of Hogwarts. Calm down,
she thought forcefully, trying to keep herself from falling over any small
object that happened to be in her way.
It was when she reached the main halls that she tensed up badly. She could feel people staring at her and here them whispering quietly, "Is that Ginny Weasley in those clothes? What does she think she's doing?"
Ginny could feel her cheeks burn, so she tried to turn her swagger into a simple strut, causing her hips to sway back and forth.
Finally, she saw Ron heading to one of his classes with Hermione. Ginny let out a quick sigh of relief, and called, "Hi, Ron!" while waving her left hand.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in a state of confusion. But Ron slipped by Ginny, ignoring her features.
"Hi Ginny." He mumbled quietly, his eyes fixed upon a textbook. Now, of course Ginny gave him time to realize what he had seen, so she stopped where she was for a few seconds.
Ron took four more steps and then his feet tumbled to a halt. With his eyes shut, he turned around slowly, saying, "It's not Ginny, not Ginny, NO way it's Ginny," over and over to himself.
He then opened one eye, his facial expression caught between a look of insanity and fear. Ginny smirked, waving once more. "Bloody Hell, Ginny!" He said, grabbing her arm and looking at her from head to foot.
"What did you do to yourself? Where are your clothes?" He grabbed her waist, staring at the golden jewels dangling from under her bellybutton. He gave a deep sigh. "If only mum where here," Ron whispered to himself, one hand upon his head, "she would talk some serious sense into you, especially after everything that's happened."
Ginny drew in a sharp gasp. "Ron, no. No, please don't drag mum into this. She would have an owl chasing me with a howler for a month."
"What do you expect me to do, Gin? Do you really expect me to let you walk around looking like that with your-uh-um-body parts hanging everywhere? What do you take me for?" He started pacing then. "Bloody Hell, Gin!" He cried.
"Be quiet, you!" She yelled in an irritated voice, rubbing her temples. "Ron, this isn't any of mum's business! It's no one's business, for that matter! So just leave mum outta this!"
Suddenly, George and Fred came from behind, grabbing Ron. "Have you seen Harry lately, Ron? We were supposed to go over the Quidditch-" Fred started, but a blank stare came across his face. "Bloody Hell, Ginny, what happened?" He asked, grabbing her with the arm that wasn't currently occupied by Ron's hand.
"What's wrong with this family!" Ginny cried, pulling from her brother's grasp and throwing her hands in the air. Fred and George stared with perplexity, sharing the same grotesque face as Hermione.
Poor Hermione was very quiet, her eyes bulged so far out of her head, that you'd figure they'd just pop right out.
"Look," Ginny started, fixing her chains, "this is just something that I'm trying out. Now I'm going to leave you standing here, and I'm going to go to my first class, okay?"
Hermione was still quiet.
"Goodbye." Ginny said, walking away from them as quickly as she could, disappearing from their sight.
Ron stared down at Hermione, and then looked up at Fred and George. They all grabbed her arms and shook her. Hermione's eyes fluttered, "What is going on here!" Hermione screamed at an invisible Ginny. "Ginny Weasley, you listen to your brother!"
Ron patted Hermione on the shoulder. "Too late, Hermione. She's been gone for a couple of seconds now."
Hermione stared around the room quietly. "Crap!" She finally burst out. "Being in shock sucks!" She cried hitting her head.
**
Her first class was hard enough, being that every eye seemed to follow all of her moves. Even the professor nagged her on and on about disrespecting Hogwarts and that she was dressing inappropriately to the school rules. This very moment was her first roll of the eyes, which earned her a very good day of after-school detention.
As the day trudged on and on, lunch finally intervened, giving her time to sit with her house and see if she could catch the attention of any Slytherin eyes.
She brought her quick strut up a little more, and sat across from Colin and near Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
Once Hermione's eyes were on her once more, the trance began again. "Stop it, Hermione." Ginny snapped, watching Ron shake the poor girl.
She barely touched the food in front of her, waiting for the one Slytherin she wanted to notice her to enter the giant room.
And he finally did, his mystic eyes roaming the massive room with his companions.
Ginny straightened herself up, fixing her hair and her posture.
It seemed like ages until her finally saw her. And when he saw her, she could feel his eyes upon her.
That was when she had had enough. "I'm not feeling very hungry anymore, guys." She said, pushing her plate away. "I think I'll just go up to my room."
"Sure Ginny." Harry said, turning towards her. She watched as his eyes grew large. Before any words flew from his mouth, Ron put his hand over it. "Already tried. Nothing happened."
Ginny glared at Ron, and walked away. Ginny walked into the empty, dark halls on her way to the dormitory, until someone grabbed her by her arms and slammed her against the wall.
"What are you doing?" A dark voice snapped.
Immediately, she knew it was Draco. "Draco, what the hell is-"
"Shut up, Weasley, you idiot. What do you think you're doing, walking around in these clothes, tempting someone to just grab you and-and" Draco stuttered, looking down at her. His grip tightened on her arms.
"Ow! Draco-"
Draco let go of her arm, pacing. "I can't believe you would do something as stupid as this. Do you actually want to be attacked again? What, are you desperate for sex or something?"
"That's not it, Draco." She snapped.
"So what is it then?" He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders, pressing her body against his. His eyes glowed with fury.
But Ginny couldn't hear his words. Every time she felt his body against her own, all she could feel were streams of lightning flowing through her body.
"Ginny!" He yelled furiously, shaking her.
"Yeah, Draco." She sarcastically replied. "I want to have sex. I want what I was missing that day. I want to be in the arms of a man I've never known and I want to feel him inside of me. That's what I want, all right?"
Draco frowned, pushing her body away from his own.
She grabbed him, placing her arms around his neck. She then stared into the surprised eyes that seemed to edge themselves into her soul.
"Ginny." He whispered, trying to pull himself away from her.
She grabbed his hands and placed them around her waist. "Ever since the attack, all I've wanted to know is why."
Draco closed his eyes, tearing his face away from her.
"Draco, why won't you tell me why you saved me?"
"Saved you, Weasley?" He laughed. "I am no savior."
She then moved his face towards hers, gently kissing him on his soft lips. She could feel his grip tighten around her body, his hands moving farther up her back.
He then started pressing harder against her lips, forcing her back against the wall, feeling at her body, tearing at her clothes.
She gasped at the feel of his lips pressed roughly against her neck. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing against his body more, urging him to take her, for her body ached for his.
He threw her robe to the ground, madly kissing her as she started to undo the zipper on his black pants.
But then he pulled away from her lips, away from her grasp. He stared at her with wild eyes, his facial expression torn between confusion and passion, his hair thrown wildly at the curves of his face.
The world seemed to stand still to Ginny as he picked up her robe and handed it back to her.
"Draco," She whispered, reaching out her hand to grab his own.
"Don't touch me." He snapped, pulling his fingers through his hair, as an amazed expression dotted his face.
He looked at her one last time, turned, and walked away, leaving Ginny to her tears.
With a sickening feeling lodged into Draco's mind, and with Ginny's lipstick pressed against his face, he took one turn, and headed for the Slytherin dorms.
To Be Continued in the next chapter
**Isn't that just a depressing way to end one chapter? I know, you must hate me about now, with my short chapters and all. But isn't it nice to know that the next chapter will be soon? In two days? Why, that's the earliest I've ever put out a chapter! I guess you'll just have to wait to find out what poor Draco was thinking. I mean, who doesn't take a gothic chick? I know I would take a gothic man any day! Am I talking too much? Okay, me be quiet.for now!**
Love, **Flourish**
It was when she reached the main halls that she tensed up badly. She could feel people staring at her and here them whispering quietly, "Is that Ginny Weasley in those clothes? What does she think she's doing?"
Ginny could feel her cheeks burn, so she tried to turn her swagger into a simple strut, causing her hips to sway back and forth.
Finally, she saw Ron heading to one of his classes with Hermione. Ginny let out a quick sigh of relief, and called, "Hi, Ron!" while waving her left hand.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in a state of confusion. But Ron slipped by Ginny, ignoring her features.
"Hi Ginny." He mumbled quietly, his eyes fixed upon a textbook. Now, of course Ginny gave him time to realize what he had seen, so she stopped where she was for a few seconds.
Ron took four more steps and then his feet tumbled to a halt. With his eyes shut, he turned around slowly, saying, "It's not Ginny, not Ginny, NO way it's Ginny," over and over to himself.
He then opened one eye, his facial expression caught between a look of insanity and fear. Ginny smirked, waving once more. "Bloody Hell, Ginny!" He said, grabbing her arm and looking at her from head to foot.
"What did you do to yourself? Where are your clothes?" He grabbed her waist, staring at the golden jewels dangling from under her bellybutton. He gave a deep sigh. "If only mum where here," Ron whispered to himself, one hand upon his head, "she would talk some serious sense into you, especially after everything that's happened."
Ginny drew in a sharp gasp. "Ron, no. No, please don't drag mum into this. She would have an owl chasing me with a howler for a month."
"What do you expect me to do, Gin? Do you really expect me to let you walk around looking like that with your-uh-um-body parts hanging everywhere? What do you take me for?" He started pacing then. "Bloody Hell, Gin!" He cried.
"Be quiet, you!" She yelled in an irritated voice, rubbing her temples. "Ron, this isn't any of mum's business! It's no one's business, for that matter! So just leave mum outta this!"
Suddenly, George and Fred came from behind, grabbing Ron. "Have you seen Harry lately, Ron? We were supposed to go over the Quidditch-" Fred started, but a blank stare came across his face. "Bloody Hell, Ginny, what happened?" He asked, grabbing her with the arm that wasn't currently occupied by Ron's hand.
"What's wrong with this family!" Ginny cried, pulling from her brother's grasp and throwing her hands in the air. Fred and George stared with perplexity, sharing the same grotesque face as Hermione.
Poor Hermione was very quiet, her eyes bulged so far out of her head, that you'd figure they'd just pop right out.
"Look," Ginny started, fixing her chains, "this is just something that I'm trying out. Now I'm going to leave you standing here, and I'm going to go to my first class, okay?"
Hermione was still quiet.
"Goodbye." Ginny said, walking away from them as quickly as she could, disappearing from their sight.
Ron stared down at Hermione, and then looked up at Fred and George. They all grabbed her arms and shook her. Hermione's eyes fluttered, "What is going on here!" Hermione screamed at an invisible Ginny. "Ginny Weasley, you listen to your brother!"
Ron patted Hermione on the shoulder. "Too late, Hermione. She's been gone for a couple of seconds now."
Hermione stared around the room quietly. "Crap!" She finally burst out. "Being in shock sucks!" She cried hitting her head.
**
Her first class was hard enough, being that every eye seemed to follow all of her moves. Even the professor nagged her on and on about disrespecting Hogwarts and that she was dressing inappropriately to the school rules. This very moment was her first roll of the eyes, which earned her a very good day of after-school detention.
As the day trudged on and on, lunch finally intervened, giving her time to sit with her house and see if she could catch the attention of any Slytherin eyes.
She brought her quick strut up a little more, and sat across from Colin and near Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
Once Hermione's eyes were on her once more, the trance began again. "Stop it, Hermione." Ginny snapped, watching Ron shake the poor girl.
She barely touched the food in front of her, waiting for the one Slytherin she wanted to notice her to enter the giant room.
And he finally did, his mystic eyes roaming the massive room with his companions.
Ginny straightened herself up, fixing her hair and her posture.
It seemed like ages until her finally saw her. And when he saw her, she could feel his eyes upon her.
That was when she had had enough. "I'm not feeling very hungry anymore, guys." She said, pushing her plate away. "I think I'll just go up to my room."
"Sure Ginny." Harry said, turning towards her. She watched as his eyes grew large. Before any words flew from his mouth, Ron put his hand over it. "Already tried. Nothing happened."
Ginny glared at Ron, and walked away. Ginny walked into the empty, dark halls on her way to the dormitory, until someone grabbed her by her arms and slammed her against the wall.
"What are you doing?" A dark voice snapped.
Immediately, she knew it was Draco. "Draco, what the hell is-"
"Shut up, Weasley, you idiot. What do you think you're doing, walking around in these clothes, tempting someone to just grab you and-and" Draco stuttered, looking down at her. His grip tightened on her arms.
"Ow! Draco-"
Draco let go of her arm, pacing. "I can't believe you would do something as stupid as this. Do you actually want to be attacked again? What, are you desperate for sex or something?"
"That's not it, Draco." She snapped.
"So what is it then?" He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders, pressing her body against his. His eyes glowed with fury.
But Ginny couldn't hear his words. Every time she felt his body against her own, all she could feel were streams of lightning flowing through her body.
"Ginny!" He yelled furiously, shaking her.
"Yeah, Draco." She sarcastically replied. "I want to have sex. I want what I was missing that day. I want to be in the arms of a man I've never known and I want to feel him inside of me. That's what I want, all right?"
Draco frowned, pushing her body away from his own.
She grabbed him, placing her arms around his neck. She then stared into the surprised eyes that seemed to edge themselves into her soul.
"Ginny." He whispered, trying to pull himself away from her.
She grabbed his hands and placed them around her waist. "Ever since the attack, all I've wanted to know is why."
Draco closed his eyes, tearing his face away from her.
"Draco, why won't you tell me why you saved me?"
"Saved you, Weasley?" He laughed. "I am no savior."
She then moved his face towards hers, gently kissing him on his soft lips. She could feel his grip tighten around her body, his hands moving farther up her back.
He then started pressing harder against her lips, forcing her back against the wall, feeling at her body, tearing at her clothes.
She gasped at the feel of his lips pressed roughly against her neck. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing against his body more, urging him to take her, for her body ached for his.
He threw her robe to the ground, madly kissing her as she started to undo the zipper on his black pants.
But then he pulled away from her lips, away from her grasp. He stared at her with wild eyes, his facial expression torn between confusion and passion, his hair thrown wildly at the curves of his face.
The world seemed to stand still to Ginny as he picked up her robe and handed it back to her.
"Draco," She whispered, reaching out her hand to grab his own.
"Don't touch me." He snapped, pulling his fingers through his hair, as an amazed expression dotted his face.
He looked at her one last time, turned, and walked away, leaving Ginny to her tears.
With a sickening feeling lodged into Draco's mind, and with Ginny's lipstick pressed against his face, he took one turn, and headed for the Slytherin dorms.
To Be Continued in the next chapter
**Isn't that just a depressing way to end one chapter? I know, you must hate me about now, with my short chapters and all. But isn't it nice to know that the next chapter will be soon? In two days? Why, that's the earliest I've ever put out a chapter! I guess you'll just have to wait to find out what poor Draco was thinking. I mean, who doesn't take a gothic chick? I know I would take a gothic man any day! Am I talking too much? Okay, me be quiet.for now!**
Love, **Flourish**