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"YOU LET MY BABY SISTER GO RIGHT NOW, MALFOY, OR I'LL BLAST THIS DOOR DOWN AND AVADA KEDAVRA YOU INTO THE NEXT MILLENIUM!" More banging on the door accompanied this statement, and Ginny gulped.
"Ron... Oh, shit, I'm so dead, mum's going to kill me, Harry'll probably end everything and god knows I wouldn't be able to show my face in the common room if the boy-who-should-have-died dumped, oh, shit, this is horrible, damn it, got to hide, maybe he'll think he was hallucinating, but he'll bring me home anyway, since he's seen..." She was muttering, a string of almost incoherent phrases pouring from her lips.
"I take it you forgot to do something today, Virginia?" Draco queried, glancing from the door to his toy.
"Should've owled mum, but I forgot..."
"Tsk, tsk," he tutted, all the while thinking quickly.
She had said something about Potter ending things – that gave him reason to believe Boy Wonder was somehow involved with the willowy redhead sitting on his bed. But if that was true, why had she acted the way she had? Unless it had all been an act.
"Come here, Virginia," he ordered, ignoring for the moment the sound of her brother trying to break down the door.
She obeyed, wondering what in Merlin's name the evil git had planned, and wondering how in the name of all things holy she was going to get out of this fix.
He watched as she approached, and when she was standing in front of him, he reached out and tugged at her shirt. It opened easily; the front had been barely held closed by the buttons. She gasped. Tossing the now-ruined garment to the floor, he pulled the beret from her head, and mussed her hair.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She hissed, covering her chest with her arms.
"You'll see," he replied, before crushing her lips with his, the same bruising pressure that he had applied before.
He released her a moment later, smirking to see that she was breathless, her cheeks flushed – whether out of pleasure or fury, he wasn't sure. Pulling his own shirt off, as she glared, he tossed it on the back of a chair, ordered her to remove her shoes, and quite literally tossed her on the bed.
She squealed, upon becoming airborne after toeing off her shoes, and landed with a flump and a bounce on the mattress. Her landing was sufficiently bouncy enough to set the sheets in a state of disarray just believable enough to help along Draco's plan.
Before she could scramble off the bed, horrified as she was at his intentions, he had removed the spells from the door, and was pulling it open, a practiced look of smugly condescending annoyance on his face.
Her brother stormed into the room.
"RON!" She shrieked the name of her older brother, as the two siblings made eye contact, and Draco couldn't have been more sadistically amused.
Covering her chest, incredibly conscious of the situation Draco had thrown – quite literally – her into, she scrambled off the bed and hid behind the blond who was responsible for the whole mess.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Patented Draco Malfoy drawl was the only sound in the room as, with a wave of his wand, Draco closed the hotel room door behind one very shocked Ronald Weasley.
Ginny peeked out from behind Draco's shoulder, eyes wide in ill-disguised terror.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU, SO HELP ME MERLIN!" With that lovely remark, Ron leapt at Draco – and Ginny – with every intent of beating the former to a bloody pulp.
A deft move, and Draco had tossed Ginny on the bed once again, before stepping easily out of the way of the oncoming Ron.
The redheaded boy ended up falling on his rear, as he crashed into one of the chairs, and shook his head, trying to clear it, as he stood up, fists raised.
Ginny, meanwhile, had scrambled under the covers of Draco's bed, intent on hiding herself from the view of her livid brother.
"GET OUT! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! GO AWAY, RON!" Her shrieks were slightly muffled, as she had covered her head with the comforter, a splash of red hair on the pillow the only visible part of her body.
"I believe, Weasel, that Virginia isn't pleased to see you. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."
"GINNY! GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!" Ron reached for the bed covers and tore them away from his sister, revealing her huddled form.
He grabbed at her wrist, but she writhed away, scrambling off the bed and locking herself in the bathroom.
"GO HOME, RON!" She yelled through the closed wooden door, pounding with her fist on the panel for emphasis.
"What did you do to her, Ferret?" Ron turned his attention back to the smirking blond, his eyes narrowed in what most would deem a dangerous manner.
Draco raised a brow.
"What did I do to her? I did absolutely nothing, Weasel. She is here of her own accord." His reply was smooth, and the other young man blanched.
"You've cursed her, or something! Let her go! There's no way she would be here with you, you filthy little death eater! She loves Harry!"
As Ginny heard her brother's words from the safety of the bathroom, her jaw dropped. She did not love the boy-who-lived! Sure, she liked him, and was dating him, but she sure as hell didn't love him. She was considering ending things with him, anyway – he was rather boring. Besides that, his ego had been growing constantly, she had noticed, no doubt because of the fact that every eligible female in the wizarding world seemed to be after him, and that at the moment, he had the most sought-after female in Hogwarts to hang off his arm.
Dragging an oversized towel from the rack, she wrapped it securely around her upper body, and stormed from the porcelain lined room to confront her brother.
"You listen here, Ronald Arthur Weasley. I am not in love with Harry Potter, so don't go telling yourself or anyone else such things. I am here with Draco of my own accord, and you aren't going to do a thing about it. So I suggest you go home, tell mum I'm quite all right and that I had a late night last night and forgot to owl her, nothing more. You will tell Harry that I have not been abducted, and that I am ending things with him, as he is incredibly boring. You will tell Fred and George that I will not be a lackey for their business, and that if they want to set up a shop in France, they can do it themselves. Do I make myself clear?" She was every inch the furious Queen chastising a disobedient servant, as she berated her older brother, and Draco could have laughed.
He restrained himself, however, and watched as Ron opened and closed his mouth several times, his face conspicuously pale with shock. He didn't dare to disobey his younger sister's wrath, however, and backed slowly from the room, nodding his head in silent acquiescence and closing the door behind him.
Well, she mused, so much for Draco getting her out of the mess he had created. If you want something done right, do it yourself. It had long been her motto, and generally applied to every situation she found herself in.
Draco started to approach her, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and she shot him a glare that would have had a lesser man cowering in terror. As it was, he stopped in his tracks, watching as she collapsed on his bed. He couldn't help but note that she looked incredibly suited to that bed.
"You, Draco Lucius Malfoy, will stay by my side for the duration of my stay here. You will have your wand with you at all times, and you will not let me out of your sight. Is that clear?"
Interesting, he mused; now he wasn't allowed to leave her side. Domineering little wench, was Virginia Weasley.
"Why, Virginia, may I ask has this sudden change come about?"
"Harry Potter will be here within the day, and he will be hell-bent on killing you and taking me back home, where I will be forced to castrate my older brother Ronald and endure the aforementioned Boy Wonder's endless queries and disappointed looks. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to returning home at the end of the holidays, and I have no intention of returning sooner than I must, and against my will at that." A challenging glare accompanied her statement, as though she dared him to defy her regal order.
"Your wish is my command, Your Highness," his tone was mocking, and a mock bow accompanied his words.
Seething, she leapt at him, uncaring for the moment that she was in little more than her knickers, and tackled him to the ground. Eventually, after much scratching and hitting, a knee in the groin and a bite on the neck, she had him pinned to the carpet, her knees on either side of his bare chest, her hands pinning his arms above his head.
He smirked, despite the dull ache in his – ahem – nether regions.
"Quite the little dominatrix, aren't you, love?"
"Shut it, Malfoy."
"And testy, too."
As he was enjoying himself so much, she thought it only fitting to punch him in the nose.
Releasing one of his hands, her fist had almost connected with his aristocratic nose when a pair of slender fingers wrapped around her wrist. She had forgotten he was a Seeker at Quidditch.
She glared, and quick as lightning found herself pinned to the floor in the exact same position she had forced him into barely moments before.
"Now, pet, you should know better than to do something like that, shouldn't you?"
Her eyes narrowed in response, and it was then that she noticed the lack of clothing on her chest – the towel apparently having fallen off during their brief wrestling match.
"Er, do you mind letting go? It's not very comfortable down here." A soft blush curled up her cheeks, as he glanced at her upper torso, and she looked away, unable to meet his amused gaze.
He raised a brow, smirk returning to his lips.
"Sorry, love. I'm quite comfortable right here."
"Damn it, Draco, let me go!" She started to struggle then, trying to wriggle out from under him, and he chuckled.
"Virginia, darling, I'll let you go in my own good time. But first, I believe I deserve an explanation."
"Deserve? You heartless bastard, you don't deserve anything. You're keeping me here against my will; you've implied threats to my life; and now you've got me trapped beneath you in a most indecent position. Let. Me. Go."
"Tut, tut, pet. Such language. And I assure you, my parents were quite legally married before I was born. Personally, I think this position is quite decent. However – if you give me the explanation I want, I will let you up, and you can go get dressed."
She scowled, but as she wasn't exactly able to refuse, she nodded her head.
"Exactly what sort of explanation do you want, mister Malfoy?"
He settled back a bit, resting most of his weight on his knees, but still leaving her pinned to the floor. He rather liked her in that position.
"What I would like to know, Miss Weasley, is why, exactly I have found myself in such a delightful situation as this."
She glared.
"It's entirely your fault, you know."
"Is it?"
"Well, if you hadn't insisted on being the insufferable, inbred git that you are, and very nearly assaulted me in my own hotel room, we wouldn't be here right now. But nooooooooooooooooooooooo, the great Draco Malfoy insisted on picking on a defenseless sixteen-year-old, and has now screwed up her life beyond repair."
"Excuse me?"
She sighed.
"Harry and I have been dating, and even though I am quite sick of the prick, I know it's expected of us to stay together, while Harry's just an egotistical airhead – more even than yourself. And, while I do on occasion satisfy his, ahem, needs, he is really rather boring in bed, and incredibly selfish. He's an all around dull person, really. At any rate, we've stayed together because he likes having a prize that everyone else wants, and because I will have to endure the torment of most of Gryffindor House – not to mention my entire extended family – if I break it off with him."
"But you just told your brother to inform Potter that you're ending things."
"Well, yes, I know, but Ron made me so mad, and it's about time I ended things with Harry anyway – I'm not about to spend the rest of my life with the git - "
"But you've spent this long with him."
"Would you shut up and let me finish?"
He raised a brow, but remained silent.
"So, since I've sent Ronald back home to tell Harry I've ended things, he's going to be getting his over-large ego over here as soon as possible, as Ronald will have no doubt told him some freakish story about how you've got me under Imperio, and Potter will be hell-bent on taking me back home, where I won't have any choice but to stay with him, as my parents will most probably be horrible and forbid anything otherwise. So now, since I have no intention of going back home, nor do I intend to continue to date Wonder Boy, you aren't going to let me out of your sight, since you got me into this mess in the first place."
"Indeed," was his only response to her little tirade.
"Don't patronize me, Draco," she pouted, glaring up at him. "And you said you'd let me go when I explained. So let me go."
He sighed, but released her arms and shifted so he was sitting on the carpet instead of on her, and she sat up, rubbing her wrists and scowling.
"You really are a git, you know that?" She asked conversationally, rising and going in search of her blouse.
He didn't reply, instead moving and settling himself on the edge of the bed, thinking. If what she said was true, and he had no doubts about that, then he had the perfect weapon to use against the Dream Team right in front of him.
She could feel his eyes boring into her back, as she finally found her blouse by the foot of the bed, and she straightened, looking forlornly at the ruined garment before turning to face him.
"Did your mother never tell you it's rude to stare?" She asked tartly, bending down once more to retrieve her towel from the carpet and wrapping it securely over her chest.
"Not that I recall, no," he replied easily, raising a brow as she planted her hands on her hips.
He raised his hands in a mockingly defensive gesture, inclining his head slightly and missing the venomous glare she shot his way.
"If you don't mind, Draco, I'd like to be wearing something when my ex- boyfriend gets here, as I have no intention of listening to him berate me for anything more than necessary." She gestured to her ruined blouse and then to her duffel.
"Ah, pet, don't worry. You and I aren't going to be here when Potter arrives."
A/N: I apologize most profusely for the horrible delay in posting this chapter, and if it seems odd, well, that's because it is. I am suffering from an acute case of lost plot bunnies with this story, as well as Hangovers and Dragons, hence my slowness and oddity.
"YOU LET MY BABY SISTER GO RIGHT NOW, MALFOY, OR I'LL BLAST THIS DOOR DOWN AND AVADA KEDAVRA YOU INTO THE NEXT MILLENIUM!" More banging on the door accompanied this statement, and Ginny gulped.
"Ron... Oh, shit, I'm so dead, mum's going to kill me, Harry'll probably end everything and god knows I wouldn't be able to show my face in the common room if the boy-who-should-have-died dumped, oh, shit, this is horrible, damn it, got to hide, maybe he'll think he was hallucinating, but he'll bring me home anyway, since he's seen..." She was muttering, a string of almost incoherent phrases pouring from her lips.
"I take it you forgot to do something today, Virginia?" Draco queried, glancing from the door to his toy.
"Should've owled mum, but I forgot..."
"Tsk, tsk," he tutted, all the while thinking quickly.
She had said something about Potter ending things – that gave him reason to believe Boy Wonder was somehow involved with the willowy redhead sitting on his bed. But if that was true, why had she acted the way she had? Unless it had all been an act.
"Come here, Virginia," he ordered, ignoring for the moment the sound of her brother trying to break down the door.
She obeyed, wondering what in Merlin's name the evil git had planned, and wondering how in the name of all things holy she was going to get out of this fix.
He watched as she approached, and when she was standing in front of him, he reached out and tugged at her shirt. It opened easily; the front had been barely held closed by the buttons. She gasped. Tossing the now-ruined garment to the floor, he pulled the beret from her head, and mussed her hair.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She hissed, covering her chest with her arms.
"You'll see," he replied, before crushing her lips with his, the same bruising pressure that he had applied before.
He released her a moment later, smirking to see that she was breathless, her cheeks flushed – whether out of pleasure or fury, he wasn't sure. Pulling his own shirt off, as she glared, he tossed it on the back of a chair, ordered her to remove her shoes, and quite literally tossed her on the bed.
She squealed, upon becoming airborne after toeing off her shoes, and landed with a flump and a bounce on the mattress. Her landing was sufficiently bouncy enough to set the sheets in a state of disarray just believable enough to help along Draco's plan.
Before she could scramble off the bed, horrified as she was at his intentions, he had removed the spells from the door, and was pulling it open, a practiced look of smugly condescending annoyance on his face.
Her brother stormed into the room.
"RON!" She shrieked the name of her older brother, as the two siblings made eye contact, and Draco couldn't have been more sadistically amused.
Covering her chest, incredibly conscious of the situation Draco had thrown – quite literally – her into, she scrambled off the bed and hid behind the blond who was responsible for the whole mess.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Patented Draco Malfoy drawl was the only sound in the room as, with a wave of his wand, Draco closed the hotel room door behind one very shocked Ronald Weasley.
Ginny peeked out from behind Draco's shoulder, eyes wide in ill-disguised terror.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU, SO HELP ME MERLIN!" With that lovely remark, Ron leapt at Draco – and Ginny – with every intent of beating the former to a bloody pulp.
A deft move, and Draco had tossed Ginny on the bed once again, before stepping easily out of the way of the oncoming Ron.
The redheaded boy ended up falling on his rear, as he crashed into one of the chairs, and shook his head, trying to clear it, as he stood up, fists raised.
Ginny, meanwhile, had scrambled under the covers of Draco's bed, intent on hiding herself from the view of her livid brother.
"GET OUT! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! GO AWAY, RON!" Her shrieks were slightly muffled, as she had covered her head with the comforter, a splash of red hair on the pillow the only visible part of her body.
"I believe, Weasel, that Virginia isn't pleased to see you. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."
"GINNY! GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!" Ron reached for the bed covers and tore them away from his sister, revealing her huddled form.
He grabbed at her wrist, but she writhed away, scrambling off the bed and locking herself in the bathroom.
"GO HOME, RON!" She yelled through the closed wooden door, pounding with her fist on the panel for emphasis.
"What did you do to her, Ferret?" Ron turned his attention back to the smirking blond, his eyes narrowed in what most would deem a dangerous manner.
Draco raised a brow.
"What did I do to her? I did absolutely nothing, Weasel. She is here of her own accord." His reply was smooth, and the other young man blanched.
"You've cursed her, or something! Let her go! There's no way she would be here with you, you filthy little death eater! She loves Harry!"
As Ginny heard her brother's words from the safety of the bathroom, her jaw dropped. She did not love the boy-who-lived! Sure, she liked him, and was dating him, but she sure as hell didn't love him. She was considering ending things with him, anyway – he was rather boring. Besides that, his ego had been growing constantly, she had noticed, no doubt because of the fact that every eligible female in the wizarding world seemed to be after him, and that at the moment, he had the most sought-after female in Hogwarts to hang off his arm.
Dragging an oversized towel from the rack, she wrapped it securely around her upper body, and stormed from the porcelain lined room to confront her brother.
"You listen here, Ronald Arthur Weasley. I am not in love with Harry Potter, so don't go telling yourself or anyone else such things. I am here with Draco of my own accord, and you aren't going to do a thing about it. So I suggest you go home, tell mum I'm quite all right and that I had a late night last night and forgot to owl her, nothing more. You will tell Harry that I have not been abducted, and that I am ending things with him, as he is incredibly boring. You will tell Fred and George that I will not be a lackey for their business, and that if they want to set up a shop in France, they can do it themselves. Do I make myself clear?" She was every inch the furious Queen chastising a disobedient servant, as she berated her older brother, and Draco could have laughed.
He restrained himself, however, and watched as Ron opened and closed his mouth several times, his face conspicuously pale with shock. He didn't dare to disobey his younger sister's wrath, however, and backed slowly from the room, nodding his head in silent acquiescence and closing the door behind him.
Well, she mused, so much for Draco getting her out of the mess he had created. If you want something done right, do it yourself. It had long been her motto, and generally applied to every situation she found herself in.
Draco started to approach her, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and she shot him a glare that would have had a lesser man cowering in terror. As it was, he stopped in his tracks, watching as she collapsed on his bed. He couldn't help but note that she looked incredibly suited to that bed.
"You, Draco Lucius Malfoy, will stay by my side for the duration of my stay here. You will have your wand with you at all times, and you will not let me out of your sight. Is that clear?"
Interesting, he mused; now he wasn't allowed to leave her side. Domineering little wench, was Virginia Weasley.
"Why, Virginia, may I ask has this sudden change come about?"
"Harry Potter will be here within the day, and he will be hell-bent on killing you and taking me back home, where I will be forced to castrate my older brother Ronald and endure the aforementioned Boy Wonder's endless queries and disappointed looks. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to returning home at the end of the holidays, and I have no intention of returning sooner than I must, and against my will at that." A challenging glare accompanied her statement, as though she dared him to defy her regal order.
"Your wish is my command, Your Highness," his tone was mocking, and a mock bow accompanied his words.
Seething, she leapt at him, uncaring for the moment that she was in little more than her knickers, and tackled him to the ground. Eventually, after much scratching and hitting, a knee in the groin and a bite on the neck, she had him pinned to the carpet, her knees on either side of his bare chest, her hands pinning his arms above his head.
He smirked, despite the dull ache in his – ahem – nether regions.
"Quite the little dominatrix, aren't you, love?"
"Shut it, Malfoy."
"And testy, too."
As he was enjoying himself so much, she thought it only fitting to punch him in the nose.
Releasing one of his hands, her fist had almost connected with his aristocratic nose when a pair of slender fingers wrapped around her wrist. She had forgotten he was a Seeker at Quidditch.
She glared, and quick as lightning found herself pinned to the floor in the exact same position she had forced him into barely moments before.
"Now, pet, you should know better than to do something like that, shouldn't you?"
Her eyes narrowed in response, and it was then that she noticed the lack of clothing on her chest – the towel apparently having fallen off during their brief wrestling match.
"Er, do you mind letting go? It's not very comfortable down here." A soft blush curled up her cheeks, as he glanced at her upper torso, and she looked away, unable to meet his amused gaze.
He raised a brow, smirk returning to his lips.
"Sorry, love. I'm quite comfortable right here."
"Damn it, Draco, let me go!" She started to struggle then, trying to wriggle out from under him, and he chuckled.
"Virginia, darling, I'll let you go in my own good time. But first, I believe I deserve an explanation."
"Deserve? You heartless bastard, you don't deserve anything. You're keeping me here against my will; you've implied threats to my life; and now you've got me trapped beneath you in a most indecent position. Let. Me. Go."
"Tut, tut, pet. Such language. And I assure you, my parents were quite legally married before I was born. Personally, I think this position is quite decent. However – if you give me the explanation I want, I will let you up, and you can go get dressed."
She scowled, but as she wasn't exactly able to refuse, she nodded her head.
"Exactly what sort of explanation do you want, mister Malfoy?"
He settled back a bit, resting most of his weight on his knees, but still leaving her pinned to the floor. He rather liked her in that position.
"What I would like to know, Miss Weasley, is why, exactly I have found myself in such a delightful situation as this."
She glared.
"It's entirely your fault, you know."
"Is it?"
"Well, if you hadn't insisted on being the insufferable, inbred git that you are, and very nearly assaulted me in my own hotel room, we wouldn't be here right now. But nooooooooooooooooooooooo, the great Draco Malfoy insisted on picking on a defenseless sixteen-year-old, and has now screwed up her life beyond repair."
"Excuse me?"
She sighed.
"Harry and I have been dating, and even though I am quite sick of the prick, I know it's expected of us to stay together, while Harry's just an egotistical airhead – more even than yourself. And, while I do on occasion satisfy his, ahem, needs, he is really rather boring in bed, and incredibly selfish. He's an all around dull person, really. At any rate, we've stayed together because he likes having a prize that everyone else wants, and because I will have to endure the torment of most of Gryffindor House – not to mention my entire extended family – if I break it off with him."
"But you just told your brother to inform Potter that you're ending things."
"Well, yes, I know, but Ron made me so mad, and it's about time I ended things with Harry anyway – I'm not about to spend the rest of my life with the git - "
"But you've spent this long with him."
"Would you shut up and let me finish?"
He raised a brow, but remained silent.
"So, since I've sent Ronald back home to tell Harry I've ended things, he's going to be getting his over-large ego over here as soon as possible, as Ronald will have no doubt told him some freakish story about how you've got me under Imperio, and Potter will be hell-bent on taking me back home, where I won't have any choice but to stay with him, as my parents will most probably be horrible and forbid anything otherwise. So now, since I have no intention of going back home, nor do I intend to continue to date Wonder Boy, you aren't going to let me out of your sight, since you got me into this mess in the first place."
"Indeed," was his only response to her little tirade.
"Don't patronize me, Draco," she pouted, glaring up at him. "And you said you'd let me go when I explained. So let me go."
He sighed, but released her arms and shifted so he was sitting on the carpet instead of on her, and she sat up, rubbing her wrists and scowling.
"You really are a git, you know that?" She asked conversationally, rising and going in search of her blouse.
He didn't reply, instead moving and settling himself on the edge of the bed, thinking. If what she said was true, and he had no doubts about that, then he had the perfect weapon to use against the Dream Team right in front of him.
She could feel his eyes boring into her back, as she finally found her blouse by the foot of the bed, and she straightened, looking forlornly at the ruined garment before turning to face him.
"Did your mother never tell you it's rude to stare?" She asked tartly, bending down once more to retrieve her towel from the carpet and wrapping it securely over her chest.
"Not that I recall, no," he replied easily, raising a brow as she planted her hands on her hips.
He raised his hands in a mockingly defensive gesture, inclining his head slightly and missing the venomous glare she shot his way.
"If you don't mind, Draco, I'd like to be wearing something when my ex- boyfriend gets here, as I have no intention of listening to him berate me for anything more than necessary." She gestured to her ruined blouse and then to her duffel.
"Ah, pet, don't worry. You and I aren't going to be here when Potter arrives."
A/N: I apologize most profusely for the horrible delay in posting this chapter, and if it seems odd, well, that's because it is. I am suffering from an acute case of lost plot bunnies with this story, as well as Hangovers and Dragons, hence my slowness and oddity.