Strange Days
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not making any money... not off this anyway. The job's actually paying really good right now.
Rated R for language, violence and sexual situations.
Just a quick thanks to starryiceangel, thehobbit12,Profs.KrysCass and sassw14 for the reviews. Now on to the next chapter.
Chapter 4: Day 2
It was storming outside. Draco looked to his left to see heavy rain beating against the window and lighting flashing across the sky. Thunder made the windows shake in their panes. This was going to be a bleak day.
Getting up, he grabbed some clothes and headed to the shower. He didn't want to, but cleansing spells only did so much. Stepping into the bathroom, the candles flickered to life, illuminating the interior in a wash of gold and yellow.
He set his clothes on the stand next to the huge tub then grabbed the essentials from the cabinet: towels, washcloth, shampoo and soap. After gathering everything he went back to the tub. There were several different taps he could choose from. Depending on weather he wanted to shower or a bath and what kind of bath he wanted. He chose the normal blue and red taps to start the water then twisted the one in the middle to start the shower.
Nervously he stepped out of his robes and into the warm water. Grabbing the washcloth, he poured some of the liquid soap onto it; then shutting his eyes tightly, he began to wash. It first it was ok. Just his, or rather Ginny's, arms and shoulders. Slowly he moved his hand further down and ran the cloth over one breast, the puckered nipple. He jumped. Surprised at the sensation this caused. He washed his upper body quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
Steeling his nerves, he continued moving downward. When the cloth slipped between his legs, he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips. Obviously he was doing something wrong. He wanted to continue with what he was doing but at the same time he wanted to stop. It was a strange feeling. Totally different, yet the same as when he touched his own self in his own body.
"Oh, bloody hell. What are you doing?" He asked himself. Angry at his self for what he was thinking, doing. "This is wrong. This is so wrong. On so many levels."
Forcing his hand away, he stepped under the spray of water and rinsed off. Grabbing the shampoo, he washed his hair as fast as he could and got out of the shower before he decided to do something he shouldn't. Just washing had left him with an aching, unfulfilled feeling.
Stepping out of the shower, he got a glimpse of the body he was in when he reached for his towel. Looking, he noticed that she was nicely portioned. You couldn't tell by the robes that she wore that there was a body under there.
Long red hair trailed over smooth, creamy shoulders, down to the middle of an equally smooth and creamy back. She had high, firm breasts, a narrow waist, long, lean legs, a slight flare to her hips. He was transfixed.
He was brought back to reality when there was a knock on the door. Startled, he called a strangled, " Just a minute," dried off and got dressed. Opening the door, Ginnie was there with a pile of clothes in her hand. Without looking at her he walked out and went back to his room to brush his hair and grab his school things.
Ignoring his as well, Ginnie stepped into the bathroom and began her shower. She was more restrained and more creative than Draco was. Instead of using a washcloth, she just poured half the bottle of soap on her and stood under the spray, letting it foam and slide off her body. It probably didn't get her as clean as using a cloth would have, but she just wasn't ready for that yet.
Nothing much happened during the day. Just the usual snide remarks made between Draco and the 'Dream Team' . Even a hex or two. Ron had told Malay that he better not lay a hand on his sister so Draco proceeded to tell him that he wouldn't dream of touching a muddled loving whore. That's when the hexes started to fly.
First, Ron landed a punch across Draco's jaw, nearly knocking him out. Ginnie had no idea he could hit that hard. Ginnie grabbed her wand, casting a penis shrinking charm at Ron. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your view of the situation, Harry shoved On out of the way before the spell could hit him, cause it to hit Harry instead. She almost cried out, but stopped herself just in time.
Ron cast an intestine enlargement on 'her', causing her to double over in intense pain. Mean while, Hermione was screaming for them to stop and Draco was in the bathroom laughing hysterically again. Lupin broke the fight up, taking 50 points from each house and threatening a detention for 1 week if this happened again and sent them off to see Madam Pomfrey.
They each had to spend the rest of class time in the hospital wing being treated. Okay, so maybe something more than nothing happened. It was just one hell of a day.
Later that night, the storm had stopped. Only a light drizzle fell to the ground. Draco sat on a window seat in the Gryffindor common room. Ginnie had long since gone to bed. He had tried to avoid her most of the day. Too embarrassed by what had happened that morning.
He turned when he heard a noise coming from the stairway that led to the boy's dorms. Stepping into the Common room was none other than Harry 'fucking' Potter. Draco didn't want to deal with him right now. Then Draco saw the person who was with him. It was Padma Patil, from Ravenclaw. What was she doing in Gryffindor tower, with Potter, coming down from the boy's dorm? Then he saw the look on her face. And he couldn't believe it. Perfect Potter was cheating on Ginnie. Out of nowhere, rage welled up in him.
Padma turned and spotted her; she smiled maliciously.
"Harry, we have company," she crooned to him in a sickly sweet voice.
Harry turned and his face went pale.
"G-Ginny! What are you doing here?"
Draco stood up.
"I believe the correct question to be what is she doing here?"
"What does it look like?" Padma asked.
"Ginnie, it's not what it looks like. I swear."
"Oh, shut it. I'm not stupid you know. It's exactly what it looks like. You lied to me. But that's okay. I'll get over it. You can have her. I'm out of here."
"Aww, is poor little Ginnie going to cry," Padma called out as Draco was stepping through the portrait hole. " If you weren't such an uptight little virgin, you would still have him."
Draco turned around. Hatred flaring in his eyes.
"I'd rather be an uptight virgin than a skanky whore that fucks everything with a dick between it's legs."
Padma gasped in outrage but Draco was already out in the hall, heading back to his room. He knew he was going to have to tell Ginnie before she found out the hard way. One, he didn't need her to make a fool out of him by crying over it in front of everyone. Second, it was the decent thing to do.
"Decent? Since when do I care about being decent and other people's feeling?" He asked himself.
" I really need my body back. Being in hers is screwing up my sense of self."
TBC... I know, I'm cruel. I'm sorry. But I had to have this twist in here for them to break up. It wouldn't be a Draco/Ginnie story if she was still with Harry, now would it? Besides. Harry can't always be goody goody. Anyway. Review!! The more reviews, the more I post... And it's now 1:30 am and I have to work tomorrow, so I'm going to bed. Not sure if I'll update tomorrow, or rather later today or not. I'm going to the movies to see HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban, again. And I'm not sure when I'll be home. But if I don't get at least 1 more in, I'll try to get 3 chapters up on Sunday.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not making any money... not off this anyway. The job's actually paying really good right now.
Rated R for language, violence and sexual situations.
Just a quick thanks to starryiceangel, thehobbit12,Profs.KrysCass and sassw14 for the reviews. Now on to the next chapter.
Chapter 4: Day 2
It was storming outside. Draco looked to his left to see heavy rain beating against the window and lighting flashing across the sky. Thunder made the windows shake in their panes. This was going to be a bleak day.
Getting up, he grabbed some clothes and headed to the shower. He didn't want to, but cleansing spells only did so much. Stepping into the bathroom, the candles flickered to life, illuminating the interior in a wash of gold and yellow.
He set his clothes on the stand next to the huge tub then grabbed the essentials from the cabinet: towels, washcloth, shampoo and soap. After gathering everything he went back to the tub. There were several different taps he could choose from. Depending on weather he wanted to shower or a bath and what kind of bath he wanted. He chose the normal blue and red taps to start the water then twisted the one in the middle to start the shower.
Nervously he stepped out of his robes and into the warm water. Grabbing the washcloth, he poured some of the liquid soap onto it; then shutting his eyes tightly, he began to wash. It first it was ok. Just his, or rather Ginny's, arms and shoulders. Slowly he moved his hand further down and ran the cloth over one breast, the puckered nipple. He jumped. Surprised at the sensation this caused. He washed his upper body quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
Steeling his nerves, he continued moving downward. When the cloth slipped between his legs, he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips. Obviously he was doing something wrong. He wanted to continue with what he was doing but at the same time he wanted to stop. It was a strange feeling. Totally different, yet the same as when he touched his own self in his own body.
"Oh, bloody hell. What are you doing?" He asked himself. Angry at his self for what he was thinking, doing. "This is wrong. This is so wrong. On so many levels."
Forcing his hand away, he stepped under the spray of water and rinsed off. Grabbing the shampoo, he washed his hair as fast as he could and got out of the shower before he decided to do something he shouldn't. Just washing had left him with an aching, unfulfilled feeling.
Stepping out of the shower, he got a glimpse of the body he was in when he reached for his towel. Looking, he noticed that she was nicely portioned. You couldn't tell by the robes that she wore that there was a body under there.
Long red hair trailed over smooth, creamy shoulders, down to the middle of an equally smooth and creamy back. She had high, firm breasts, a narrow waist, long, lean legs, a slight flare to her hips. He was transfixed.
He was brought back to reality when there was a knock on the door. Startled, he called a strangled, " Just a minute," dried off and got dressed. Opening the door, Ginnie was there with a pile of clothes in her hand. Without looking at her he walked out and went back to his room to brush his hair and grab his school things.
Ignoring his as well, Ginnie stepped into the bathroom and began her shower. She was more restrained and more creative than Draco was. Instead of using a washcloth, she just poured half the bottle of soap on her and stood under the spray, letting it foam and slide off her body. It probably didn't get her as clean as using a cloth would have, but she just wasn't ready for that yet.
Nothing much happened during the day. Just the usual snide remarks made between Draco and the 'Dream Team' . Even a hex or two. Ron had told Malay that he better not lay a hand on his sister so Draco proceeded to tell him that he wouldn't dream of touching a muddled loving whore. That's when the hexes started to fly.
First, Ron landed a punch across Draco's jaw, nearly knocking him out. Ginnie had no idea he could hit that hard. Ginnie grabbed her wand, casting a penis shrinking charm at Ron. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your view of the situation, Harry shoved On out of the way before the spell could hit him, cause it to hit Harry instead. She almost cried out, but stopped herself just in time.
Ron cast an intestine enlargement on 'her', causing her to double over in intense pain. Mean while, Hermione was screaming for them to stop and Draco was in the bathroom laughing hysterically again. Lupin broke the fight up, taking 50 points from each house and threatening a detention for 1 week if this happened again and sent them off to see Madam Pomfrey.
They each had to spend the rest of class time in the hospital wing being treated. Okay, so maybe something more than nothing happened. It was just one hell of a day.
Later that night, the storm had stopped. Only a light drizzle fell to the ground. Draco sat on a window seat in the Gryffindor common room. Ginnie had long since gone to bed. He had tried to avoid her most of the day. Too embarrassed by what had happened that morning.
He turned when he heard a noise coming from the stairway that led to the boy's dorms. Stepping into the Common room was none other than Harry 'fucking' Potter. Draco didn't want to deal with him right now. Then Draco saw the person who was with him. It was Padma Patil, from Ravenclaw. What was she doing in Gryffindor tower, with Potter, coming down from the boy's dorm? Then he saw the look on her face. And he couldn't believe it. Perfect Potter was cheating on Ginnie. Out of nowhere, rage welled up in him.
Padma turned and spotted her; she smiled maliciously.
"Harry, we have company," she crooned to him in a sickly sweet voice.
Harry turned and his face went pale.
"G-Ginny! What are you doing here?"
Draco stood up.
"I believe the correct question to be what is she doing here?"
"What does it look like?" Padma asked.
"Ginnie, it's not what it looks like. I swear."
"Oh, shut it. I'm not stupid you know. It's exactly what it looks like. You lied to me. But that's okay. I'll get over it. You can have her. I'm out of here."
"Aww, is poor little Ginnie going to cry," Padma called out as Draco was stepping through the portrait hole. " If you weren't such an uptight little virgin, you would still have him."
Draco turned around. Hatred flaring in his eyes.
"I'd rather be an uptight virgin than a skanky whore that fucks everything with a dick between it's legs."
Padma gasped in outrage but Draco was already out in the hall, heading back to his room. He knew he was going to have to tell Ginnie before she found out the hard way. One, he didn't need her to make a fool out of him by crying over it in front of everyone. Second, it was the decent thing to do.
"Decent? Since when do I care about being decent and other people's feeling?" He asked himself.
" I really need my body back. Being in hers is screwing up my sense of self."
TBC... I know, I'm cruel. I'm sorry. But I had to have this twist in here for them to break up. It wouldn't be a Draco/Ginnie story if she was still with Harry, now would it? Besides. Harry can't always be goody goody. Anyway. Review!! The more reviews, the more I post... And it's now 1:30 am and I have to work tomorrow, so I'm going to bed. Not sure if I'll update tomorrow, or rather later today or not. I'm going to the movies to see HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban, again. And I'm not sure when I'll be home. But if I don't get at least 1 more in, I'll try to get 3 chapters up on Sunday.