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3.
Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?
By Rod Stewart
If you want my body
And you think I'm sexy
Come on, sugar, let me know
If you really need me
Just reach out and touch me
Come on, honey, tell me so
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Ginny went and sat down where her brother had been, across from Harry, pondering Hermione's words. Ginny really was just frustrated enough to at least think about it. Ginny lifted her gaze to Harry's questioning one.
"Gin, are you alright?" Harry asked. Ginny mentally crossed him off the list of possible candidates; he was her friend, she couldn't have casual sex with a friend, it would ruin the relationship. And it would make her look desperate if she threw herself at Harry, she had had a mild crush on him for a few years…ok, fine, it was a bloody obsession of epic proportions worthy of serial stalker status. But that was years ago.
"I'm fine, Harry, just having a moment of silent contemplation," the redhead responded with as much cheer as she could. She then rolled her eyes, Hermione really did have some strange ideas. Ginny then heard a boisterous laugh and, recognizing it as Seamus', she turned in her seat to see what he was laughing at. As soon as she saw him Ginny thought of Seamus' continual petition for her to have sex with him. The accent certainly was sexy…A few moments later Ginny crossed him off of her list as well; Seamus wouldn't be able to keep it to himself, not that he'd be deliberately malicious and tell everyone, but he's damn horrid at keeping secrets. Plus, she didn't want Ron to kill him if he found out. Ginny turned back in her seat and grimaced as she recalled that, thanks to Seamus' inability to keep his mouth shut, the whole school knew that Lavender Brown was a screamer.
Suddenly, Ginny sat bolt upright on the edge of her seat and froze, her newly recovered colour draining from her face. Mother of Merlin, she was taking Hermione's suggestion seriously.
"Ginny?" Harry was genuinely worried now. He shifted to the edge of his seat, preparing to catch Ginny before she fell face first on to the carpet should she pitch forwards.
"I'm fine," Ginny whispered hollowly, "I'm fine. I-I'm gonna go for a walk." Ginny stood woodenly at her words, realizing that she would now have to actually go for a walk so as not to arouse suspicion. The last thing she needed was Harry prying the truth out of her. And she left before her old-crush could say a word. She heard Harry remind her that curfew was at midnight before the portrait shut behind her. Ginny leaned back against the portrait, much to the protestations of the Fat Lady.
"Oh, shut up, you stupid woman, or I'll introduce my nails to your face!" Ginny snapped, shoving herself back against the portrait for good measure.
"Oh! Well, I never-" The Fat Lady sputtered.
"Oh! Well, I never!" Ginny mocked in a pompous, high falsetto. "Shut! Up!" There was silence for a few moments and then Ginny found she couldn't stand still, her body was filled with a nervous jittery feeling and she really did need to go for a walk now.
"What would my mother say?" Ginny muttered as she shook her head. The disturbed young woman had found herself outside of the infirmary, which wasn't too surprising considering that Ginny volunteered there quite often in preparation for a career as a medi-witch. The infirmary offered a tangible goal when everything was becoming too much.
Ginny leaned against the locked infirmary doors, her hand grasped her glowing wand which was now pointing towards her bunny-clad feet. Ginny tapped her foot and watched the ears flop before sliding down into a sitting position, bunny clad feet stretched out in front of her. The pensive red head sat there for a few minutes before deciding that with her luck she would no doubt be found by Filch and given detention for merely existing if she stayed out much longer. It wasn't much longer after that realization that Ginny heard footsteps coming briskly in her direction.
"Nox," she whispered, extinguishing her glowing wand.
"Too late, Weasley," a voice cut through the darkness. Ginny could practically hear the smirk.
"Shit," she said despairingly, as Draco Malfoy stepped into view, the glow from his wand illuminating his face, giving it a deceptively warm appearance despite its sharp angles.
"Language, Weasel," Malfoy reprimanded.
"Shove it, Ferret," Ginny mocked back in the same tone. Ginny was inwardly delighted when she noticed the grip on his wand tighten slightly at her response. She then realized that she was once again in the unenviable position of looking up at a Malfoy and promptly corrected it by standing. But even standing she found herself looking up at him.
"I am going to take great satisfaction in what I am about to do to you, Weasley," the pale boy (he certainly wasn't a man in her opinion) stated firmly. Ginny experienced a moment of alarm at his matter-of-factly spoken words before realizing that he didn't mean to do her any bodily harm.
"Before you say anything, Malfoy," she interjected, striving to achieve the sort of calm the boy standing across from her accomplished with no effort at all, "if you think to turn me in for breaking curfew then I hate to disappoint you but I still have 15 minutes."
Malfoy looked at Ginny impassively and the red head almost cracked under the intensity of the gaze. Malfoy then pulled a silver pocket watch from within his robes and glanced at it. "So it would seem." After placing his watch back he walked to the opposite wall and leaned against it, his arms folded casually. Ginny visibly cringed at the triumphant smirk that worked its way slowly onto his face. "I can wait." Ginny frowned at his words before a look of horror replaced her confusion.
"You bastard," she whispered.
"Language, Weasley."
Ginny stood for a moment longer before slipping back down to the ground. No matter what she did, she was screwed. If she left for her common room Malfoy would follow her and then he, and therefore the rest of Slytherin, would know its location. She couldn't do that to her classmates, which meant that she had to stay here until Malfoy left, and there was no way he was leaving until it was past midnight.
The 15 minutes passed quickly despite Malfoy's constant checking of the time. Ginny's nerves wound themselves tighter and tighter with each successive pull of the watch from his robes, and, naturally, upon noticing this Malfoy endeavored to check the time on a more frequent basis, often looking at the infuriated red head's face in favor of the watch's. Ginny noticed Malfoy inspecting her slippers and self-consciously tucked them under her sitting form; she knew for a fact that Malfoy didn't consider himself above attacks on her clothing. Surprisingly, Malfoy didn't comment on the obvious discomfort Ginny experienced from his scrutiny of her bunny slippers.
"You now have one hour of detention," Malfoy stated after consulting his watch for what must have been the twentieth time. And then he stood there. Ginny looked up at him expectantly. And when he continued to just stand there, her expectant look was replaced with her confused look. And after 30 seconds of that, her confused look was replaced with a look complete and total fury. Her deep brown eyes veritably glowed with anger and her jaw was clenched so tightly the boy standing across from her was sure something would snap in a moment.
Malfoy could barely maintain the look of boredom he had pasted on his face, the sight of The Weasel's as she realized the inevitable was too much. "You're embarrassingly easy to read."
"You-I-Arggg!"
"How very articulate of you," Malfoy responded snidely.
He wasn't going to go, he was going to wait for her to leave and then he was going to follow her. And while he waited for her to leave he was going to continue to dispense detentions.
Malfoy had just transfigured a pocket book into a chair. Ginny groaned softly; he was in it for the long haul. She had two choices; she could either try to wait him out, or she could throw in the metaphorical towel and just go back to the Gryffindor common room with The Ferret in tow. She then noticed the head-boy transfiguring his monogrammed handkerchief into a footrest. She stood abruptly and began walking rapidly down the hall. A few seconds later she heard footsteps following.
"Lumos," she bit out through clenched teeth. Malfoy didn't say a word as he followed behind her. Ginny made a point to back track and take a very convoluted path towards her common room in an attempt to lose her tormentor, or at least to confuse him. However, the frustrated girl soon brought an end to that plan when Malfoy informed her she now had another hour of detention, as they were currently 15 minutes into the hour of midnight. Ginny froze, taut with the anger his comment produced, before walking all the more briskly towards her destination. Their destination. Malfoy's pleasure was inverse to Ginny's displeasure, so needless-to-say he was enjoying himself immensely, though the only indication of said pleasure was the upbeat rhythm his fingers were tapping silently on his wand.
Ginny stalked past the newly polished suit of armor that had stood outside the common room for as long as she could remember and muttered the password to the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady, though tempted to make the sixth grader wait due to her earlier impertinence, noticed the smug Slytherin standing behind the young red head and put aside her vengeance for the moment in the face of a common enemy and allowed the frame to swing open.
"I'll inform Filch of your detention, unless you would prefer Snape officiate your punishment." He paused for a moment. "Upon giving it further thought, I have come to the conclusion that an hour under the supervision of each teacher would be the fairest thing to do." Ginny glared at Malfoy a moment longer before turning sharply on her heel and stepping through the entrance.
Malfoy put his hand out, preventing the portrait from closing fully. "Weasley," he called. Ginny stopped walking and turned around scowling, not wanting to give him an excuse to increase her detention time, which he would no doubt do. Exponentially. "Good to see that someone finally polished the suit of armor; it was beginning to look like something that belonged in your house."
Ginny's jaw dropped in shock. He's known all along where the Gryffindor common room was, she'd gotten those detentions for nothing. "You ba-"
"Language, Weasley," Malfoy interrupted, releasing his hand and letting the portrait close. He then chuckled softly to himself before turning and walking away. "You just might be entertaining after all, Weasel," he said to himself happily.
Ginny slowly closed her jaw and stood staring at the back of the portrait, her eyes unblinking. "I'm gonna kill him, I'm really gonna kill him," she stated matter-of-factly. She slowly came out of her daze and walked across the now empty common room towards the fire. She looked around her and spotted her favourite red leather, high-backed chair. It was old and worn, but it was elegant and the leather was soft. But best of all it had the squishiest cushions ever. Ginny pocketed her wand and then began to drag the chair across the floor. Half way through her second tug, which paralleled her second grunt, she remembered that she was, in fact, a witch. The panting girl pulled her wand from her pocket and through clenched teeth muttered the appropriate spell. "Wingardium leviosa."
Once the chair was where she wanted it, Ginny replaced her wand, removed her bunny slippers, and flopped into the chair. She flung her legs over one arm and lay her head back on the other, and then stared intently at the fire as it licked and ate at the logs.
And as the fire slowly, but surely, devoured the logs, Ginny contemplated homicide; I mean, there really was no other alternative, right? He had gone above and beyond simple maliciousness and ventured into unforgivable territory. He could insult her all he liked, but when that cost house points, well, that was a whole other quidditch game. Yeah, sure, fine, so Lavender would bitch and moan at her for weeks for killing the hottest guy in Hogwarts, but what had to be done, had to be done…At that thought Ginny tensed.
Ok, so let's figure this out. Now, Ginny didn't allow anger to cloud her judgment, so she had to concede the fact that Draco Malfoy was very attractive…Ok, fine, so he could melt the arctic, no need to go on and bloody on about it. But in addition to that he was very experienced, if the female population of Hogwarts was anything to go by. Another plus. However, he never slept with Gryffindors, for which Lavender already complained about on a daily basis. Hmm, a minus. But if Ron ever found out, Ginny wouldn't give a damn if he got the crap kicked out of him, hell, Ron could kill him for her. And it really isn't like a Malfoy would brag about doin' the horizontal limbo with a Weasley.
Ginny slowly sat up, a difficult feat due to the squishiness of the chair. She rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. This really was quite brilliant. A moment of indecision crossed her mind, before it slowly faded in the face of logic. Besides, if this turned out to be a bad idea she could always blame Hermione. Ginny allowed a small smile to grace her face before she rose, put on her bunny slippers and headed out the common room not five minutes after she had entered it.
The plan was that if she wandered the halls long enough, Malfoy, sensing an opportunity to take points from Gryffindor House, would appear miraculously in a cloud of smoke. Or possibly drop from the ceiling. Well, that was the plan until a better, less retarded, plan could be thought of.
Ginny twirled her wand in her right hand as she walked rapidly through the halls, her bunny slippers muffling the sound of her steps. "Lumos," she said in a loud and jaunty manner. "Oh where, oh where could that little Malfoy be, oh where, oh where could he beeeeee?" She sung softly, and ridiculously out of tune.
"For the love of Merlin, stop it before I curse you," an irritated voice demanded from behind the girl. Ginny gasped and swung around, nearly poking Malfoy in the eye. He jerked back, almost loosing his elegant posture. Almost. He righted himself and raised an imperious eyebrow at the red head, as if he were questioning her sanity. She wanted more detention?
"It worked," Ginny breathed, before shaking her head. She lowered her wand and looked Malfoy up and down. Her knees started to tremble ever so slightly, this was game time. She cleared her throat. "Ahem. Right. Well. Um-"
"I gather you have something to say in your defense," Malfoy said with a smirk.
"No, not really."
The statement was followed by silence on both sides. It was no new thing for any of the Weasley's to talk back to a Malfoy, so it really wasn't all that surprising. But what Ginny said next no other Weasley had ever said to a Malfoy before. At least this Malfoy hoped so.
"I want to have sex with you." The statement was made very matter-of-factly, with no hesitations.
The smirk slowly slid from Draco's face. "What?" He asked softly, shock tempering his tone.
"I, Virginia Anne Weasley, want to have sex with you, Draco Something Malfoy." There was a momentary pause. "Please."
Malfoy finally seemed to shake himself free of his shock and a frown marred his brow. "This is a new low, even for you, Weasel. You don't honestly think that I would take away your detentions for a roll in the hay, do you?"
Ginny clenched her jaw. "This isn't about that," she said tautly as she pressed closer and closer to his form, "this is about my health, my peace of mind, the rest of my life," she finished with an almost desperate fervor.
Malfoy took a step back and fixed Ginny with a suitably incredulous look. Not even 'Malfoy Dignity Training' could prevent these emotions from crossing his face. Unfortunately, Ginny was in no state to enjoy his lack of grace. She looked frantically from one body part of Malfoy's to the next, trying to read his body language and get some idea of what he would say next. His jaw hung completely slack with surprise, his hand was clenching and unclenching spasmodically on his wand. Abruptly the hand stilled and his jaw snapped shut. Uh oh. Not good.
The head boy resisted the urge to make sure his hair was still slicked back immaculately as he looked down his nose at the cause of his momentary dishevelment. He noted her severely pulled back hair, it was messy and somewhat lopsided, but the deep red tone of it still gleamed with life. Her skin had gained most of its colour back, leaving it with an almost healthy, light pink tinge. Her normally almond shaped eyes were round as they darted between his face and his hand. Her pixie features looked almost child-like, but the cherubic image was ruined by her slightly parted rosy lips, through which she was drawing breath rather anxiously. At that realization, Malfoy spun around and began walking away. This was not worth it.
"Wait! Wait! WAAAAAAAIT!!" Ginny yelled as she hurried to catch up with him. "What are you doing?!" She asked in amazement.
"Getting the hell away from you," he responded without even looking at her, "I hardly want to catch what you have and begin asking the people I hate to have sex with me. Namely Potter." He lengthened his stride, causing Ginny to have to jog to keep up.
"I don't hate you!" Ginny said quickly. This earned her a skeptical glance. "Ok, fine," she conceded as she bobbed her head and rolled her eyes, "so I'm not overly fond of you, but ya know, people change. Not you, of course, but people in general. And I'm people." This nonsensical argument earned what it deserved; nothing. So Ginny forged on as she followed the boy through various twists and turns. "Sex! You're turning down sex!" The Head boy spared an irritated glance at Ginny.
"Malfoys think with their brains, not their heads." Ginny noticed his hand tighten on his wand and took it as encouragement.
"No one will ever know," she said in a low tempting voice. Her unconsciously husky tone caused Malfoy to slow unthinkingly, though his head was still directed stubbornly forwards. "All I'm asking for is half an hour of your time, of your…skill…talent, if you will." Malfoy's pace slowed to a creep, his grasp on his wand tightening ever so slightly. Ginny pushed on, leisurely moving to within a hair of his robes. "It'll be our…little…secret," she cajoled, her voice dropping in volume with each word, until it was a whisper.
Malfoy's body was tense, his hand almost shaking to maintain its Herculean grip on his wand. Finally he stopped. Ginny didn't dare blink as she watched him, her gaze darting between his hand on his wand and his clenched jaw. Oddly, she paid no attention to the rest of his face, not even his sharp, grey eyes.
Then something happened; his jaw slowly relaxed. Ginny froze and her eyes flew to his hand. It too was slowly relaxing. What did this mean? What was he going to do? This was what she wanted, right?! She wanted him to relax, didn't she?! Oh, Merlin! Her thoughts became more frantic and her apprehension increased exponentially.
His tongue slowly slid out of his mouth and moistened his lips, Ginny stared transfixed, not even breathing. He then slowly turned his whole body towards the motionless girl and focused on her eyes. Ginny unthinkingly took a small step back. It was the strangest thing; Malfoy had no expression on his face, but his whole disposition had changed. He seemed almost…predatory.
Finally, Ginny's lungs began to scream for air and she drew in a loud breath. Malfoy's gaze sunk to her lips, and then down the rest of her form, taking in her dressing-gown covered form, and finally her bunny slippers. Ginny was surprised anew as he once again made no comment on her tattered bunny slippers. In the back of her mind the sixth year was idly thinking that perhaps she should be doing something. She didn't know what, but surely something was called for. But her mind and body would not cooperate. Casually, Malfoy raised his eyes to meet Ginny's wide, brown ones, and a half-smirk made it ways onto his features, an unholy humor gracing his eyes. Ginny waited, knowing that this would be it; he would either insult her or take her up on her offer. She wasn't sure which one she feared most.
And then he spoke. "I don't know who you've been speaking to," he murmured, his voice rich and low, "but half an hour is not nearly enough time for me to truly make an impression with my," he leaned towards Ginny's inert form and whispered in her ear, "talent."
The next two hours was followed by a mix of frantic tugging at clothing and leisurely exploration in Draco Malfoy's Head Boy room in the Slytherin dorms. The night was punctuated frequently with Ginny's breathless and boisterous calls to various deities, and after a particularly loud and drawn out, "Oh, Merlin! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH! Draaaaaaaaaaacoooooooooo!", the two collapsed onto the 1200 thread count, imported Egyptian cotton sheets. Ginny, too staggered to do anything other than gulp in air, simply stared at the ceiling. Malfoy, in much the same state, could also only stare absently into space in surprise, one arm flung above his head as he breathed deeply. After a minute of this he reached down and flung the covers over them.
Malfoy then cleared his throat, trying to hide the nervousness in the action, glanced at Ginny (who was still staring stupidly at the ceiling). "So…" he began casually, "I was thinking that maybe we could do this again sometime." There was no response from Ginny. Malfoy glanced at Ginny again…nope, she wasn't asleep…what the hell was taking her so damn long?!
Malfoy was on the verge of throwing the covers back and ordering her from his room when she spoke. "Oh hell yeah," she said softly, but with undeniable certainty. Malfoy relaxed and turned his head to look at the girl next to him. Her red hair was in disarray obscuring her face from view, sticking messily to the sweat that covered her body. It looked vibrant and alive against her lily-white skin.
Ginny's breathing finally slowed and she turned, her eyes half-mast, to look at Malfoy's waiting face. His hair wasn't much better off, the gel hadn't done a good job of keeping it in place once they had really got going. Ginny gave a small smile as her eyes roved his features, and she realized that even Malfoy couldn't stop his features from relaxing after all that. His lips were red and swollen and clumps of wilted, white-blonde hair framed his face. Ginny's eyes flickered to the rest of his form for a moment; he was defiantly slender, but he was still more muscled than one would think.
Ginny finally met his eyes and let out a deep, belly laugh. Malfoy sucked in a breath and his stomach fluttered at the sensual sound of it. "What is it?" He asked, deliberately maintaining the relaxed atmosphere that had naturally formed as soon as their lips had met over two hours ago.
Ginny, still grinning and a little breathless, explained. "Even after the two most aerobically intense hours of my life, you have the gall to look perfect. Even when you're naked and sweaty."
Said naked and sweaty person raised an eyebrow and declared imperiously, "I find your surprise insulting," the glint in his eyes and the small tilt of his lips revealing the joke for what it was, even if his tone did no such thing. Ginny almost laughed anew. This man, for another thing she was required to concede was that he really was a man, was all about subtlety. His most telling actions were his smallest ones.
They simultaneously turned their heads back to look at the ceiling. "Not too bad for my first time, eh?" Ginny said proudly, a small smile still on her lips.
"Not too bad at all, Weasley," Malfoy allowed. "Though I have to ask, why me?"
"Well, you're attractive-"
"You thought I was attractive?" Malfoy interjected with deliberate surprise. "I'm quite aware that I am attractive, but for you, a Weasley, to actu-"
"For goodness sake!" Ginny snapped, "Snape is an arse, you're attractive, and the world is round, they're all accepted facts that we have to deal with."
"Got something for Slytherins, Weasley?" He murmured antagonistically. Ginny refused to dignify that jab with a response.
"Anyway," she drew the word out, "I chose you because you are attractive," this statement was accompanied with a warning look, "you're experience is well known, which was an important factor due to my lack of it. And finally because you're hardly going to brag about shagging a Weasley. Oh, and if Ron finds out I don't care if he kills you."
"I'm impressed," surprise colouring the Head Boy's tone. "Your logic is infallible. Mudblood would be impressed."
"Don't call her that," Ginny said sharply. Malfoy rolled his eyes, but was unwilling to ruin whatever the future held in stock in this realm. "And yes, she would be," the red head said after a moment, "it was her idea, after-all."
Draco's head snapped to look at the woman next to him, incredulous. "Mud-Granger told you to have sex with me?!"
"Hardly!" Ginny said with a giggle. "She did tell me to have sex though, to help me relax. Well, there was another idea, it works for her."
"But not for you?"
"Nope. I'm gonna give it another try though." Malfoy wondered what she was talking about and if it would mean she wouldn't be having sex with him anymore. The idea had barely formed in his mind before he rejected it, knowing with absolute certainty that he was too good to ever give up.
Silence reigned for a good five minutes as the two were engrossed in their own thoughts.
"This changes nothing," Malfoy stated, wanting to make sure she understood the situation.
"Of course not," Ginny responded airily.
And both drifted off to sleep, exceedingly happy with the arrangement.