A/N: Sorry for the shortness. It needed to end there. Next chapter is the ball. Finished July 3rd. Cheers
Chapter 11: Plagued
Draco stood still a bit, making sure Granger was nowhere in sight before taking his wand hand and pointing it at his torso saying, "Finite Incantatem!" clearly and loudly. Now it was time for Draco to put on his charm and act like a Gryffindor: unintelligent and naïve.
"So… Thanks for helping me get out a tight spot there, even if it was your fault I got into it in the first place." Draco said playfully, winking at her.
"Yes, sorry about that. I figured everyone had spare robes in their lockers, but I have to say I've been too tired to go changes so I'd trample into the Great Hall for dinner after practice. The only time I'd change in the locker room was after a rainy game…" She trailed off looking as he ran his hands through his dripping blonde curls, "I should get going to dinner."
"Stay here a bit. I'll get us some food from a mini-fridge I placed in my room. I charmed it to when you open it you get exactly what you want. You can go into my room and get us some dinner while I go change." Draco said, plastering on a smile that wasn't completely fake since it was just a step away from a smirk he wanted to have on his face.
He led her into his room, leaving the door open. He walked into his closet and leaned on the door, leaving it slightly open. He heard Weasley turn away uncomfortably and linger around the small refrigerator, thinking about what to have.
Draco smirked as he went into the middle of the closet and looked at the right side. He grasped a pair of silk boxers that had a dark green forest color. He let the towel drop. He stepped into the boxers. He looked around and saw what he was looking for: a pair of long flannel pants that had a drawstring. He put on his pajamas and let them hang down even lower than his boxers (which were low enough so you could almost see the patch of hair that was starting).
He walked back out of the closet and saw that Weasley was no longer in there. He frowned but walked into the common room to see that their coffee table was set with the food. He closed the door behind him causing Weasley to look up and gasp, then turn away with her cheeks burning the color of her hair.
"Where's your-" Draco had to keep from smirking or downright laughing at her when her voice squeaked. She turned away from him again and coughed before continuing, "shirt?"
"I'm eating dinner in my common room with no else but you and me. I'm probably going to go back to my room and go to sleep after this. Why bother changing?" He asked, challenging her to come up with enough coherent thought to answer.
"I suppose there isn't," Ginny looked very uncomfortably at him. "Why am I here, Malfoy? I know you've been talking trash about my family even if Dad is Minister now. I know you've been insulting my brothers like you always do. Even if you haven't said anything particularly nasty to me for a good five years, that doesn't mean you like me in the slightest. You lie about everything. Tell me the truth. Why am I here?"
'You're a Malfoy. Think about this and come up with a logical answer to her damn Gryffindor questions! I could say I've liked for a bit now, and my family would approve her since she's pureblooded. Damn you. She would take offense to that. I could say that I wanted to get information about Granger because I really have strong feelings for her. I can make up horse waddle about her being with Blaise. I could cry! Comfort and their moral conscience will be this Gryffindor's fall down. After this is over, not only will Granger's live be ruined but so will all the Weasley's.'
"I… Erm… I guess…" He had to refrain from laughing as he uncharacteristically stumbled through phrases, "You see… Forget it. Leave."
He was hoping she wouldn't be as vile and inhuman as her brothers were known to be and not just leave. He saw her face soften just like he planned for it to. Good Gods this was easy!
"Even inhuman bastards like you have to have some feelings. Tell me." She insisted with laughter in her voice and a smile on her face.
"You're aware of this kind of relationship Blaise has developed with Hermione." He wanted to spit. He wanted to spit at himself for saying her name. He wanted to kill himself because of the way her name just rolled off his tongue as if he'd been saying it to himself late at night, "I wanted to know about her. I mean… I know about her, and that's why I wanted to know more about her. You see… Erm… I guess knowing her without a row and seeing the kind of person she is and the kind of person she's molded me to be… I guess I just… I dunno I just fell… I fell into the abyss of the ocean never to return while a new person became. I fell in love with Hermione Granger."
He heard an intake of breath from Ginny Weasley along with a sigh of appreciation. She thought he was quote unquote 'sweet' now. All he needed was to bring on the wailing and the comfort would begin.
"Oh Malfoy." She said with a quiver in her voice, "I never knew." He had to physically restrain himself this time by putting his face in his hands to keep himself from laughing. The move had more than one effect. She reached over and grasped on for contact.
Draco muttered a wandless charm to make his eyes seem red and let tears run down. The charm would last for a good five minutes or so before he would have to reapply it.
"I don't know how it began. I've been trying to deny it, but I just snapped at Christmas. I couldn't stand to not see her." Draco admitted falsely.
"That's why you come to Mum and Dad's Christmas party. That is so sweet." She cooed to him as she rubbed the muscles on his arms.
"How is she doing?" He asked, truly interested this time. This was definitely information he could use to strengthen the charm he would place wandlessly on her.
For the charm to take full effect it would have to be placed with a wand in hand, but since it was impossible with this scenario, he would have to use any bit of information and play on her lusts and thoughts to place the temporary charm. The charm would magnify feelings. The strongest feeling at the moment of placement would be the one to be magnified.
Draco was playing off jealousy. He knew she would come in and see him screwing Weasley inside out and would be jealous. He would cast the charm wordlessly on her. She would be consumed in the emotion until she somehow satisfied it. For a thirteen year old this would mean maybe a touch or a kiss. For her, since he assumed she was still a virgin, the sexual tension would be too great and she would have to satisfy it. Her senses would still be heightened at that point.
If she had enough feelings for Draco, she would not notice the charm. If she didn't and she wanted to be with Blaise, she would feel ashamed and leave. Whatever happened after Draco's string turned gold, he didn't care. She could cry. She could lust after him. It wasn't Draco's problem. He was just bent on destroying her.
Then a thought hit him: What if Blaise had truly come to care for the Mudblood? Draco would be upset if his friend had his feelings hurt as he was much more emotional than himself as he had a softer environment.
That's what this was about thought wasn't it? He would realize that if the Mudblood cared for him then she wouldn't have slept with Draco. He would get over her. What would happen if it tore their friendship apart in the process?
There was one thing Draco valued in life more than his riches. He valued his best mate and equal. He valued Blaise more than anything. He had come to realize that you need one person who you can talk to that will straighten out your thoughts and emotions.
What would come out of this bet? Fights and conflict in general. He hadn't been studying for his N.E.W.Ts as he should have been doing as Head Boy. He would rather die than lose his best friend. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"She's happy with Blaise. She talks about him quite a bit. Well, she used to talk about him a lot. Since that thing with you and Harry she hasn't been herself. She always mopes. What did happen with you and Harry?" She asked curiously.
"It doesn't matter. She should be happy. She deserves to be happy…without me." He said reapplying the charm silently.
"Aww, Malfoy, it'll be alright. You're good looking enough. You'll find someone." She said awkwardly, still not looking at him.
"I'm an asshole. You know that, and I know that. Who would want me?" He asked, making sure to make it sound realistic. She was falling for every word he said.
"You have no idea, Draco." She said, testing out his first name. He bit hit tongue to keep self control. It was hard to smirk in agreement when you were biting your tongue, "Girls lust you from all years and all houses." She said truthfully. Draco was no longer the skinny brat he was all those years ago.
"I don't want someone like Padma Patil. I want someone I can talk to." He said counting down from ten. Right on cue she touched his hand.
"Talk to me. If you need a friend, I'll be here. Just don't tell my brother." She said smirking herself as Draco smirked but for a different reason.
"Thanks." He said leaning over and hugging her, casually letting her fall on the sofa with Draco on top.
He placed one chaste kiss on her cheek and lingered seemingly innocent as he moved and caught the corner of her mouth. Not being able to resist, she caught his mouth. Draco smirked into her mouth, but Ginny was too caught up in the moment to notice.
He probed her mouth with his tongue, exploring her mouth. She moaned as Draco ground himself into her, the thin layers of clothing between them receiving none of the friction.
He moved his mouth to her jaw as he traced a trail of kisses down to her neck. She groaned loudly as he hit a sensitive spot. Draco found himself withdrawing his tongue as he kissed her dutifully. She tasted like skin, not like Hermione whose taste could drive him mad within seconds. Hermione's skin was soft and silky. He could drive his hands in her bushy brown hair and get lost in her eyes that expressed all her emotions. Thoughts of Hermione caused Draco to harden.
He saw her look of horror that night when she entered the common room. She drew herself up to full height. Draco cast the charm second naturedly. She cried and ran out the common room.
Weasley put on her clothes half-hazardly and ran after her friend. Draco returned to his room that night and collapsed onto his bed. His body ached. It didn't ache from the act he had performed so many times before. His body ached because he had seen the look of hurt in Granger's eyes. It hurt him to know that he cared so much. He did care. He just didn't know it yet. Visions of her eyes plagued his thoughts and dreams as he went to sleep that night.
Chapter 11: Plagued
Draco stood still a bit, making sure Granger was nowhere in sight before taking his wand hand and pointing it at his torso saying, "Finite Incantatem!" clearly and loudly. Now it was time for Draco to put on his charm and act like a Gryffindor: unintelligent and naïve.
"So… Thanks for helping me get out a tight spot there, even if it was your fault I got into it in the first place." Draco said playfully, winking at her.
"Yes, sorry about that. I figured everyone had spare robes in their lockers, but I have to say I've been too tired to go changes so I'd trample into the Great Hall for dinner after practice. The only time I'd change in the locker room was after a rainy game…" She trailed off looking as he ran his hands through his dripping blonde curls, "I should get going to dinner."
"Stay here a bit. I'll get us some food from a mini-fridge I placed in my room. I charmed it to when you open it you get exactly what you want. You can go into my room and get us some dinner while I go change." Draco said, plastering on a smile that wasn't completely fake since it was just a step away from a smirk he wanted to have on his face.
He led her into his room, leaving the door open. He walked into his closet and leaned on the door, leaving it slightly open. He heard Weasley turn away uncomfortably and linger around the small refrigerator, thinking about what to have.
Draco smirked as he went into the middle of the closet and looked at the right side. He grasped a pair of silk boxers that had a dark green forest color. He let the towel drop. He stepped into the boxers. He looked around and saw what he was looking for: a pair of long flannel pants that had a drawstring. He put on his pajamas and let them hang down even lower than his boxers (which were low enough so you could almost see the patch of hair that was starting).
He walked back out of the closet and saw that Weasley was no longer in there. He frowned but walked into the common room to see that their coffee table was set with the food. He closed the door behind him causing Weasley to look up and gasp, then turn away with her cheeks burning the color of her hair.
"Where's your-" Draco had to keep from smirking or downright laughing at her when her voice squeaked. She turned away from him again and coughed before continuing, "shirt?"
"I'm eating dinner in my common room with no else but you and me. I'm probably going to go back to my room and go to sleep after this. Why bother changing?" He asked, challenging her to come up with enough coherent thought to answer.
"I suppose there isn't," Ginny looked very uncomfortably at him. "Why am I here, Malfoy? I know you've been talking trash about my family even if Dad is Minister now. I know you've been insulting my brothers like you always do. Even if you haven't said anything particularly nasty to me for a good five years, that doesn't mean you like me in the slightest. You lie about everything. Tell me the truth. Why am I here?"
'You're a Malfoy. Think about this and come up with a logical answer to her damn Gryffindor questions! I could say I've liked for a bit now, and my family would approve her since she's pureblooded. Damn you. She would take offense to that. I could say that I wanted to get information about Granger because I really have strong feelings for her. I can make up horse waddle about her being with Blaise. I could cry! Comfort and their moral conscience will be this Gryffindor's fall down. After this is over, not only will Granger's live be ruined but so will all the Weasley's.'
"I… Erm… I guess…" He had to refrain from laughing as he uncharacteristically stumbled through phrases, "You see… Forget it. Leave."
He was hoping she wouldn't be as vile and inhuman as her brothers were known to be and not just leave. He saw her face soften just like he planned for it to. Good Gods this was easy!
"Even inhuman bastards like you have to have some feelings. Tell me." She insisted with laughter in her voice and a smile on her face.
"You're aware of this kind of relationship Blaise has developed with Hermione." He wanted to spit. He wanted to spit at himself for saying her name. He wanted to kill himself because of the way her name just rolled off his tongue as if he'd been saying it to himself late at night, "I wanted to know about her. I mean… I know about her, and that's why I wanted to know more about her. You see… Erm… I guess knowing her without a row and seeing the kind of person she is and the kind of person she's molded me to be… I guess I just… I dunno I just fell… I fell into the abyss of the ocean never to return while a new person became. I fell in love with Hermione Granger."
He heard an intake of breath from Ginny Weasley along with a sigh of appreciation. She thought he was quote unquote 'sweet' now. All he needed was to bring on the wailing and the comfort would begin.
"Oh Malfoy." She said with a quiver in her voice, "I never knew." He had to physically restrain himself this time by putting his face in his hands to keep himself from laughing. The move had more than one effect. She reached over and grasped on for contact.
Draco muttered a wandless charm to make his eyes seem red and let tears run down. The charm would last for a good five minutes or so before he would have to reapply it.
"I don't know how it began. I've been trying to deny it, but I just snapped at Christmas. I couldn't stand to not see her." Draco admitted falsely.
"That's why you come to Mum and Dad's Christmas party. That is so sweet." She cooed to him as she rubbed the muscles on his arms.
"How is she doing?" He asked, truly interested this time. This was definitely information he could use to strengthen the charm he would place wandlessly on her.
For the charm to take full effect it would have to be placed with a wand in hand, but since it was impossible with this scenario, he would have to use any bit of information and play on her lusts and thoughts to place the temporary charm. The charm would magnify feelings. The strongest feeling at the moment of placement would be the one to be magnified.
Draco was playing off jealousy. He knew she would come in and see him screwing Weasley inside out and would be jealous. He would cast the charm wordlessly on her. She would be consumed in the emotion until she somehow satisfied it. For a thirteen year old this would mean maybe a touch or a kiss. For her, since he assumed she was still a virgin, the sexual tension would be too great and she would have to satisfy it. Her senses would still be heightened at that point.
If she had enough feelings for Draco, she would not notice the charm. If she didn't and she wanted to be with Blaise, she would feel ashamed and leave. Whatever happened after Draco's string turned gold, he didn't care. She could cry. She could lust after him. It wasn't Draco's problem. He was just bent on destroying her.
Then a thought hit him: What if Blaise had truly come to care for the Mudblood? Draco would be upset if his friend had his feelings hurt as he was much more emotional than himself as he had a softer environment.
That's what this was about thought wasn't it? He would realize that if the Mudblood cared for him then she wouldn't have slept with Draco. He would get over her. What would happen if it tore their friendship apart in the process?
There was one thing Draco valued in life more than his riches. He valued his best mate and equal. He valued Blaise more than anything. He had come to realize that you need one person who you can talk to that will straighten out your thoughts and emotions.
What would come out of this bet? Fights and conflict in general. He hadn't been studying for his N.E.W.Ts as he should have been doing as Head Boy. He would rather die than lose his best friend. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"She's happy with Blaise. She talks about him quite a bit. Well, she used to talk about him a lot. Since that thing with you and Harry she hasn't been herself. She always mopes. What did happen with you and Harry?" She asked curiously.
"It doesn't matter. She should be happy. She deserves to be happy…without me." He said reapplying the charm silently.
"Aww, Malfoy, it'll be alright. You're good looking enough. You'll find someone." She said awkwardly, still not looking at him.
"I'm an asshole. You know that, and I know that. Who would want me?" He asked, making sure to make it sound realistic. She was falling for every word he said.
"You have no idea, Draco." She said, testing out his first name. He bit hit tongue to keep self control. It was hard to smirk in agreement when you were biting your tongue, "Girls lust you from all years and all houses." She said truthfully. Draco was no longer the skinny brat he was all those years ago.
"I don't want someone like Padma Patil. I want someone I can talk to." He said counting down from ten. Right on cue she touched his hand.
"Talk to me. If you need a friend, I'll be here. Just don't tell my brother." She said smirking herself as Draco smirked but for a different reason.
"Thanks." He said leaning over and hugging her, casually letting her fall on the sofa with Draco on top.
He placed one chaste kiss on her cheek and lingered seemingly innocent as he moved and caught the corner of her mouth. Not being able to resist, she caught his mouth. Draco smirked into her mouth, but Ginny was too caught up in the moment to notice.
He probed her mouth with his tongue, exploring her mouth. She moaned as Draco ground himself into her, the thin layers of clothing between them receiving none of the friction.
He moved his mouth to her jaw as he traced a trail of kisses down to her neck. She groaned loudly as he hit a sensitive spot. Draco found himself withdrawing his tongue as he kissed her dutifully. She tasted like skin, not like Hermione whose taste could drive him mad within seconds. Hermione's skin was soft and silky. He could drive his hands in her bushy brown hair and get lost in her eyes that expressed all her emotions. Thoughts of Hermione caused Draco to harden.
He saw her look of horror that night when she entered the common room. She drew herself up to full height. Draco cast the charm second naturedly. She cried and ran out the common room.
Weasley put on her clothes half-hazardly and ran after her friend. Draco returned to his room that night and collapsed onto his bed. His body ached. It didn't ache from the act he had performed so many times before. His body ached because he had seen the look of hurt in Granger's eyes. It hurt him to know that he cared so much. He did care. He just didn't know it yet. Visions of her eyes plagued his thoughts and dreams as he went to sleep that night.