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A/N: This chapter is going to be fun...
He smirked as she ceased her struggling, and proceeded to guide her down the hall to his own room.
"It's nice to see that you're learning obedience, Virginia," he remarked, opening the door to his room and pushing her through.
Once more, she stuck out her tongue in response.
As she turned away from him, Ginny noted that his room was quite a bit larger than her own; she also noted that her duffel and wand were laying in the open on a desk in a corner on the other side of the room.
Brown eyes wide with horror, she took in the fact that the zipper of the main compartment was open, along with the zippers of each of the other three pockets. She dashed over to her belongings, and took in the fact that her things were thrown haphazardly into the duffel, before her small hand darted out to grab her wand.
Draco watched with amusement as she brought her hand to her mouth as though she had burned her fingers. He had, naturally, placed a spell around the items on the desk to prevent her from retrieving them.
She was sucking on her fingers, wincing in pain, and he sauntered over, the patented Draco Malfoy Smirk plastered on his lips.
She removed her fingers from her mouth, and whirled on him as he came to stand behind her. They were a few feet apart, so he had lost the imposing advantage that his height and build brought, but he was still an evil git who had a wand, in Ginny's eyes, and therefore she would have to tread lightly.
Perhaps, she thought, it was time to start her game.
"Did you honestly think I would leave your things unprotected, Virginia?" Draco asked mildly, reaching out and grasping her hand to examine her wounded fingers. She flinched in pain as he ran a finger lightly over the burned tips.
"No," she conceded, "but it was worth a try."
He brought her hand to his lips, and gently kissed her fingertips, his lips barely brushing her skin. His eyes never left hers, and she felt once again those delicious shivers running up and down her spine.
A seductive smile curled her lips, and Ginny moved closer to him, sliding her free hand up his abs and splaying her fingers out over his chest. She couldn't help but notice that his body was extremely well built. But then, she supposed, as she felt her fingers being raised to his lips again, five years of playing Quidditch would probably do that.
He felt her hand on his chest, and his smirk grew, if possible, even slyer. He let his tongue slide over one of her fingers, and Ginny sighed softly in contentment.
He slid his hand around to the small of her back, bringing her closer still, and dropped her fingers to tip her chin upwards. Draco's head dipped down, and he kissed her lips softly, the action the exact opposite of the kiss he had forced upon her earlier.
After a moment, he pulled away, a somewhat puzzled look on his face; she hadn't fought it – she had practically invited it. Ginny smiled coyly, before pulling away from him, and turning back to the desk where her bag was so innocently lying.
She sighed as though disappointed, and turned away, her face mirroring the feeling expressed in the sigh. He arched a brow, quite unsure of what was going on. Ginny caught a glimpse of his expression in the corner of her eyes, and inwardly applauded herself for her acting skills.
"I'm tired," she said suddenly, folding her arms beneath her breasts and turning back to him, the petulant pout once again on her lips.
"And your point is?"
"I want to go to sleep."
"By all means, be my guest," Draco said, gesturing suggestively towards the only bed in the room.
"I'm not sleeping in this!" Ginny exclaimed, fingering the blue silk that shrouded her willowy form, and looking at him as though he were quite retarded.
"Well, you can sleep in your knickers if you want..." He replied, noting that she hadn't said anything about the fact that he had pretty much propositioned her.
She thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head.
"My pajamas would be more comfortable," she stated.
"I do believe, Virginia, that your pajamas are in your bag."
"So?" She asked, eyes wide and innocent.
"I don't intend to remove the spell on your things any time soon, my dear," Draco explained exasperatedly.
"But... but..." Ginny sniffed, fake tears welling in her eyes.
"You know," he pointed out, "you didn't seem this upset earlier."
"That's because I was angry."
"And you aren't any more?"
"Well," she sniffed again, letting a few tears run down her cheeks, "I am, but I've had a long day, and all I want to do is sleep, and you won't let me have my pajamas, and you won't let me go back to my room, and you won't give me my things, and I'm really quite tired, and I JUST WANT TO GO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!" She wailed, stamping her foot and trying not to laugh at the helpless expression that crossed Draco's face at the sight of her tears.
He truly had no idea what to do. He'd never had to deal with a female in this state. He had to admit, though, that she looked quite intriguing when she was upset. So vulnerable...
She wiped her eyes, trying to stem the flow of fake tears, sniffled, and then collapsed into one of the two chairs in the room, letting her head fall in her hands.
"It's," sniff, "so horrible," sniff, "because I," sniff, "came on this holiday to have fun," sniff, "and now on my first day here," sniff, "my whole holiday," sniff, "is ruined!"
Draco watched in astounded silence, as she continued to sob. With a grumble, he did the only thing he could think of, and walked towards the desk where her things lay. She looked up at him from between her fingers, careful not to let him see her watching. He removed the spell, reached into her bag, and withdrew her shower kit and pajamas, and threw them at her before replacing the spell.
The nightgown hit her in the face, the shower kit landed with a loud thump at her feet, and Ginny pretended to be startled out of her misery.
"Wh-what's this?" She stuttered, sniffling and looking at the slinky pool of black satin and lace now clutched in her hand.
"Pajamas. Now go change. Bathroom's through there," he pointed a finger at a closed door.
Her eyes lit up, and Ginny grabbed the large kit by her feet, and stood. She rushed over to Draco, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before hurrying to the bathroom and locking the door.
Once inside, she snickered to herself at her genius and how easily he fell for it, before methodically removing her clothes.
Once stripped down to the lacy black boy-short panties and push-up bra that had been under her dress, Ginny opened her shower kit, pulled out her brush, and began running it through her hair in long, slow strokes. Soon, her hair hung pin straight and shiny down to her shoulder blades, and not a single tangle was hidden in the smooth locks.
She peered at herself in the mirror a moment, contemplating whether or not to leave her hair down or tie it up, before deciding on the latter. Small fingers rooted around in the shower kit once more, before pulling out a handful of bobby pins and hair elastics. It took a while, but Ginny finally managed to put her hair into something simple but alluring, without getting it all tangled. A miraculous feat, and one necessary for her game.
As she pondered this thought, Ginny shuddered slightly; seducing Draco Malfoy. Her brothers – not to mention her parents and Harry and Hermione – would kill her, if they ever found out. And she didn't intend on letting them find out. Or perhaps, she considered, they would think it a great joke, if they knew all the circumstances.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and fixed her make-up before changing into her pajamas. Recalling the state that the contents of her duffel had been in, Ginny shuddered again at the thought of Malfoy with his Slytherin paws all over her things. She made a mental note to thoroughly wash everything, as soon as she got it all back.
He collapsed onto the bed when she locked the bathroom door behind her, and stared at the ceiling. She was so... unpredictable, he thought, recalling her varied emotions and rapid mood changes during the day. To tell the truth, he found her to be a fascinating creature, and honestly wondered how he had overlooked her finer points during the five years he had known her.
Of course, he considered, he hadn't bothered to try and see the finer points in the youngest Weasley, for exactly that reason: she was a Weasley. But now... His mind turned back to when he had last seen her, at the Leaving Feast at Hogwarts in June. She had seemed small and mousy then, not all that curvy, nor as feisty as she was now.
She looked at herself in the mirror once more, noting with satisfaction that the nightgown had grown a little short, and the boy short panties were fairly visible. She could also tell that either she had grown, cleavage wise, or the nightgown had shrunk, for it was a little tighter than she remembered around the bust. Perfect.
He heard the bathroom door open, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. What he saw made him gulp. She looked every bit the temptress, begging him to take her and forbidding him to do so at the same time. The small slip of black satin that covered her upper half showed off the beautiful cleavage he had caught a glimpse of earlier, and it was just short enough at the bottom to reveal her wonderful ass in a pair of lacy knickers. He gulped again, and felt a certain stiffness in his pants.
Vaguely, he noted that she had fixed her hair, and redone her makeup, but most of his conscious thought had drifted to getting her into his bed.
A/N: Tee hee.
A/N: This chapter is going to be fun...
He smirked as she ceased her struggling, and proceeded to guide her down the hall to his own room.
"It's nice to see that you're learning obedience, Virginia," he remarked, opening the door to his room and pushing her through.
Once more, she stuck out her tongue in response.
As she turned away from him, Ginny noted that his room was quite a bit larger than her own; she also noted that her duffel and wand were laying in the open on a desk in a corner on the other side of the room.
Brown eyes wide with horror, she took in the fact that the zipper of the main compartment was open, along with the zippers of each of the other three pockets. She dashed over to her belongings, and took in the fact that her things were thrown haphazardly into the duffel, before her small hand darted out to grab her wand.
Draco watched with amusement as she brought her hand to her mouth as though she had burned her fingers. He had, naturally, placed a spell around the items on the desk to prevent her from retrieving them.
She was sucking on her fingers, wincing in pain, and he sauntered over, the patented Draco Malfoy Smirk plastered on his lips.
She removed her fingers from her mouth, and whirled on him as he came to stand behind her. They were a few feet apart, so he had lost the imposing advantage that his height and build brought, but he was still an evil git who had a wand, in Ginny's eyes, and therefore she would have to tread lightly.
Perhaps, she thought, it was time to start her game.
"Did you honestly think I would leave your things unprotected, Virginia?" Draco asked mildly, reaching out and grasping her hand to examine her wounded fingers. She flinched in pain as he ran a finger lightly over the burned tips.
"No," she conceded, "but it was worth a try."
He brought her hand to his lips, and gently kissed her fingertips, his lips barely brushing her skin. His eyes never left hers, and she felt once again those delicious shivers running up and down her spine.
A seductive smile curled her lips, and Ginny moved closer to him, sliding her free hand up his abs and splaying her fingers out over his chest. She couldn't help but notice that his body was extremely well built. But then, she supposed, as she felt her fingers being raised to his lips again, five years of playing Quidditch would probably do that.
He felt her hand on his chest, and his smirk grew, if possible, even slyer. He let his tongue slide over one of her fingers, and Ginny sighed softly in contentment.
He slid his hand around to the small of her back, bringing her closer still, and dropped her fingers to tip her chin upwards. Draco's head dipped down, and he kissed her lips softly, the action the exact opposite of the kiss he had forced upon her earlier.
After a moment, he pulled away, a somewhat puzzled look on his face; she hadn't fought it – she had practically invited it. Ginny smiled coyly, before pulling away from him, and turning back to the desk where her bag was so innocently lying.
She sighed as though disappointed, and turned away, her face mirroring the feeling expressed in the sigh. He arched a brow, quite unsure of what was going on. Ginny caught a glimpse of his expression in the corner of her eyes, and inwardly applauded herself for her acting skills.
"I'm tired," she said suddenly, folding her arms beneath her breasts and turning back to him, the petulant pout once again on her lips.
"And your point is?"
"I want to go to sleep."
"By all means, be my guest," Draco said, gesturing suggestively towards the only bed in the room.
"I'm not sleeping in this!" Ginny exclaimed, fingering the blue silk that shrouded her willowy form, and looking at him as though he were quite retarded.
"Well, you can sleep in your knickers if you want..." He replied, noting that she hadn't said anything about the fact that he had pretty much propositioned her.
She thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head.
"My pajamas would be more comfortable," she stated.
"I do believe, Virginia, that your pajamas are in your bag."
"So?" She asked, eyes wide and innocent.
"I don't intend to remove the spell on your things any time soon, my dear," Draco explained exasperatedly.
"But... but..." Ginny sniffed, fake tears welling in her eyes.
"You know," he pointed out, "you didn't seem this upset earlier."
"That's because I was angry."
"And you aren't any more?"
"Well," she sniffed again, letting a few tears run down her cheeks, "I am, but I've had a long day, and all I want to do is sleep, and you won't let me have my pajamas, and you won't let me go back to my room, and you won't give me my things, and I'm really quite tired, and I JUST WANT TO GO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!" She wailed, stamping her foot and trying not to laugh at the helpless expression that crossed Draco's face at the sight of her tears.
He truly had no idea what to do. He'd never had to deal with a female in this state. He had to admit, though, that she looked quite intriguing when she was upset. So vulnerable...
She wiped her eyes, trying to stem the flow of fake tears, sniffled, and then collapsed into one of the two chairs in the room, letting her head fall in her hands.
"It's," sniff, "so horrible," sniff, "because I," sniff, "came on this holiday to have fun," sniff, "and now on my first day here," sniff, "my whole holiday," sniff, "is ruined!"
Draco watched in astounded silence, as she continued to sob. With a grumble, he did the only thing he could think of, and walked towards the desk where her things lay. She looked up at him from between her fingers, careful not to let him see her watching. He removed the spell, reached into her bag, and withdrew her shower kit and pajamas, and threw them at her before replacing the spell.
The nightgown hit her in the face, the shower kit landed with a loud thump at her feet, and Ginny pretended to be startled out of her misery.
"Wh-what's this?" She stuttered, sniffling and looking at the slinky pool of black satin and lace now clutched in her hand.
"Pajamas. Now go change. Bathroom's through there," he pointed a finger at a closed door.
Her eyes lit up, and Ginny grabbed the large kit by her feet, and stood. She rushed over to Draco, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before hurrying to the bathroom and locking the door.
Once inside, she snickered to herself at her genius and how easily he fell for it, before methodically removing her clothes.
Once stripped down to the lacy black boy-short panties and push-up bra that had been under her dress, Ginny opened her shower kit, pulled out her brush, and began running it through her hair in long, slow strokes. Soon, her hair hung pin straight and shiny down to her shoulder blades, and not a single tangle was hidden in the smooth locks.
She peered at herself in the mirror a moment, contemplating whether or not to leave her hair down or tie it up, before deciding on the latter. Small fingers rooted around in the shower kit once more, before pulling out a handful of bobby pins and hair elastics. It took a while, but Ginny finally managed to put her hair into something simple but alluring, without getting it all tangled. A miraculous feat, and one necessary for her game.
As she pondered this thought, Ginny shuddered slightly; seducing Draco Malfoy. Her brothers – not to mention her parents and Harry and Hermione – would kill her, if they ever found out. And she didn't intend on letting them find out. Or perhaps, she considered, they would think it a great joke, if they knew all the circumstances.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and fixed her make-up before changing into her pajamas. Recalling the state that the contents of her duffel had been in, Ginny shuddered again at the thought of Malfoy with his Slytherin paws all over her things. She made a mental note to thoroughly wash everything, as soon as she got it all back.
He collapsed onto the bed when she locked the bathroom door behind her, and stared at the ceiling. She was so... unpredictable, he thought, recalling her varied emotions and rapid mood changes during the day. To tell the truth, he found her to be a fascinating creature, and honestly wondered how he had overlooked her finer points during the five years he had known her.
Of course, he considered, he hadn't bothered to try and see the finer points in the youngest Weasley, for exactly that reason: she was a Weasley. But now... His mind turned back to when he had last seen her, at the Leaving Feast at Hogwarts in June. She had seemed small and mousy then, not all that curvy, nor as feisty as she was now.
She looked at herself in the mirror once more, noting with satisfaction that the nightgown had grown a little short, and the boy short panties were fairly visible. She could also tell that either she had grown, cleavage wise, or the nightgown had shrunk, for it was a little tighter than she remembered around the bust. Perfect.
He heard the bathroom door open, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. What he saw made him gulp. She looked every bit the temptress, begging him to take her and forbidding him to do so at the same time. The small slip of black satin that covered her upper half showed off the beautiful cleavage he had caught a glimpse of earlier, and it was just short enough at the bottom to reveal her wonderful ass in a pair of lacy knickers. He gulped again, and felt a certain stiffness in his pants.
Vaguely, he noted that she had fixed her hair, and redone her makeup, but most of his conscious thought had drifted to getting her into his bed.
A/N: Tee hee.