A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I've gotten so many
and I know everyone wants me to keep going with this thing...so I'll give it
a try for all you people out there who are giving me a chance! I've been on
hiatus for a while, longer then expected...As probably most of you know, I'm
16 and in high school, so the work is piling up, and since school is really
important to me, it naturally comes first. But I will try my best at
updating as fast as I can...I honestly don't know where I want this story to
go, I mean I have a definite ending planned and future scenes thought
out...however, right now I'm just gonna go with the flow...so enjoy!
Disclaimer: Aw hell you know I didn't make up these characters! I'm flattered that you would think so... but sadly they are JK's. All the characters that you do not recognize and of course the plot are all creations of my mind...
Lets Recap:
No better yet, lets not, you should remember lol
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He smiled encouragingly at her and slowly pried her arms away and hugged her gently. His chest hair tickled her breasts and it felt so good to be so close to her. He let go and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him with her round amber colored eyes and kissed him fully on the mouth.
He returned the kiss with as much passion as before, maybe even more so. His hands roamed around her body and slowly found their way to her boy boxers.
In the back of her mind, Ginny started to doubt her actions. This was way too soon. It was only the beginning of school and she was already in bed with one of her arch enemies. Something had to be done. She couldn't go through with this no matter how good it felt when he touched her...and kissed her...and....
"Draco...I can't...please.... stop..." breathed Ginny.
Draco's face changed from gentle to harsh within seconds. "What do you mean stop? You're the one egging me on."
"I know, I know...I'm sorry. I just.... can't...I'm really sorry."
Ginny made a move to get up from her position on the bed but was forcefully pushed down by strong hands.
"There's no way your leaving that easily. I'm gonna have you whether you like it or not," grunted Draco.
"No please!" Again Ginny tried to release herself from his grasp but was brutally strained back down.
Draco slapped her right cheek, smirked at the red mark that started to form, and screamed, "Your gonna do what I say, bitch!"
The sting of the slap on her face brought tears gushing out of Ginny's eyes and as Draco slapped her across the face again, this time on her left cheek, Ginny slowly slipped out of consciousness.
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The hall was dark and there was no sign of any movement. The quietness of the corridor was eerie and the moonlight streamed through the windows, bathing a still form on the ground in a bluish hue. A few mumbles and groans could be heard from the form, curled up in a ball in the corner, near the entrance of the library. As if by some unseen force, the form jumped up and screamed, with tears running down its face. The form was none other then Ginny Weasley.
Ginny sprang up and turned around in defense mode. Her eyes were darting in different directions and taking in her surroundings. Did Draco finish her off and dump her where he had found her? Ginny's breathing slowed down, but the tears kept coming and she was bathed in sweat. What had just happened?
Ginny looked down at her self and saw that she was still dressed and she touched her cheek and felt that it wasn't bruised. To make absolutely certain that her cheek wasn't what she thought it should be, she turned around and looked into the nearest suit of armor. Her cheek looked like it always did.
'What is going on with me?' thought Ginny, 'It must've been a dream.....well Weasley that was some hell of a dream....'
Slowly she began to remember. She had left the Gryffindor bathroom and made her way down to the library to retrieve her fallen bag. She had seen that the library was closed and that her bag was no where to be found. The last thing she remember was slumping against the wall in the corner near the library entrance, sliding down the rest of the way to the floor, and sitting with her head between her knees and in her hands. She must've fallen asleep without realizing it. Ginny looked at her watch and saw that it was eleven o'clock and that she had slept for well over an hour.
Still crying silently, Ginny made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. She spoke the password to the Fat Lady and entered. Her plan was to go straight to bed, take a potion for a dreamless sleep, and forget about her horrible dream. How else would she be able to face her peers much less Draco in the morning? She shuffled slowly toward the stairs and almost reached them when she walked just as slowly backwards until she reached the couch in front of the fire. The fire had long since burned out and the room was beginning to grow chilly. It was not the fire that had sparked Ginny's initial interest; it was the couple sleeping comfortably in each others arms on the couch.
Ginny took a few steps closer until she was right in front of them. She looked and saw, to her horror, Jasy cuddled up closely to none other than Harry freaking Potter. Ginny had to control her rising emotions.
'Ok girl...calm down...remember? You don't like him anymore, you don't own him, and Jasy is your best friend, its ok....calm down...big breaths now...'
Ginny stepped back and ran up the stairs. Once in her dorm room, she opened her trunk and found her redwood box filled with homemade potions. She chose the dreamless sleeping potion, drowned the little vial in one shot and threw herself on her bed.
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(Flashback- Draco's resolution to see Ginny)
Draco got up to leave his dorm, Ginny's bag in hand, when a soft tapping reached his ears. He looked towards his window and saw that his father's eagle owl was waiting to be let in, none too patiently. Dropping the bag where he stood, Draco went to open the window. The owl dropped the letter on top of Draco's immaculate hair and flew off without waiting for a reply letter.
"Stupid bird," muttered Draco.
He retrieved the fallen letter and looked at it in dismay. Whatever his father had written in this letter couldn't have been good. It was the start of school and their couldn't of been anything Draco did wrong....well except lust after a Weasley. But that couldn't have leaked out just yet...
Sighing in defeat, Draco tore open the letter and read it through quickly.
There was only one word to describe the contents of that letter... "Fuck," breathed Draco.
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It was nearly dawn before Ginny was roused from her sleep... she really had to stop keeping those curtains open. Classes didn't start for another three hours, so she would be able to take a nice cleansing shower and eat a relaxingly quiet breakfast...away from everyone. Keeping those thoughts in mind, Ginny sat up in bed, swung her legs so that they were dangling off the side, and stood up. Stretching and yawning, she retrieved her bath supplies and walked down to the common room. She stole a quick glance at the couch and was hurt to see the two still sleeping quite peacefully on the couch, pretty much in the same position Ginny had left them. The only difference was Jasy and her closeness to Harry, as if it were even possible to get ANY closer to Harry.
Arriving at the bath, Ginny was relieved to see that she was the first one there, just like the last time. Taking this to her advantage, Ginny took it slow and rinsed off all the confusion, tears, pain, and sweat that she had encountered last night. Even if the feeling of complete understanding and acceptance was for the half hour she had given herself underneath the hot, steamy waters, it was enough for her to come back to a version of normalcy; not that she was ever really normal.
Stepping out of the shower and walking towards the vanity sets, Ginny took great care in her appearance of the day. Because it was still warm out, sweaters and baggy pants were out of the question. She would not suffer heat exhaustion just because she didn't want to be attractive to the males. Instead, Ginny picked out a pair of red plaid pants and a black tank top with netting on the arms that she had borrowed out of Jasy's trunk. She threw her robes over the ensemble, buttoned it closed, and put on her converse sneakers. After placing her long hair in buns at the top of her head, Ginny applied a little bit of black eyeliner and some lip gloss. Studying herself in the nearby mirror, Ginny was pleased to see that her outfit was neither stifling hot nor provocative in any way. She liked Jasy's style of clothes a lot better then her baby pink and childish outfits; thank God Jasy had an endless supply of the much needed darker colors and designs and didn't mind sharing.
Soon Ginny was creaking open the heavy doors to the Great Hall and walking up to the Gryffindor table to sit down for breakfast. She was not as lucky this time with the gift of solitude. Sitting in his usual seat, was the infamous Draco Malfoy. His head was down and he hadn't even looked up to acknowledge another presence in the hall. He looked as if her were in deep thought and he barely touched his porridge. Looking down quickly, as if it were against the rules to stare, Ginny plopped herself down at the front of the Gryffindor table with her back facing the brooding Slytherin.
'Great,' she thought, 'Just what I needed to see in the morning, the object of my dreams,' snorted Ginny.
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Draco had indeed seen Ginny enter the Great Hall, he was just really good at hiding his reactions. After what his father had written him in the letter he didn't think he would be able to do anything but stare at the wall and brood over what was to come. He had his bag by his feet, right next to Ginny's and he was debating on whether he should go over to the table and return it to her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the red headed Gryffindor was sitting with her back to him.
'Good, now I don't have to pretend that I'm searching for treasure in this god forsaken porridge,' thought Draco, 'Wait....what was that...was that a snort?' Draco quickly glanced over in Ginny's direction just in time for him to see her shake her head and continue eating whatever she was eating.
It was really now or never for Draco. He got up and shuffled his feet closer towards Ginny, with his back hunched, in a very un-Draco like manner. He stopped when he was about two feet away from Ginny and cleared his throat.
Ginny turned around and stared at him with round eyes and her pink lips formed a cute 'O' formation. "Yes?" breathed Ginny, finally able to muster enough courage. "I...uh... uh...have your bag from last night...you left it at the library..." muttered Draco.
As if she didn't know this already... so Ginny just blocked out what he said and focused on his lips and the way they formed the words he was speaking. She remembered how they had tasted last night and shuddered when she remembered how cruel he had been in her dreams.
"Thanks. I appreciate it," surprised at her own coldness.
"Your welcome," he replied just as stiffly and stalked back to his table and to his already ice cold porridge.
Ginny watched his retreating figure and opened her bag to make sure everything was present. A sickening feeling hit her like a huge wave when she realized that she hadn't done any of her homework and that she was most likely screwed for today's classes. What a great way to start off the school year.
Looking through her books she saw that there was a black folder stuck hastily between them. She knew she hadn't had that before so she looked around her shoulder to see if anyone was looking, and opened it quietly. She had to hold in a gasp of shock when she saw that all her essays had been done and charmed to look like her hand writing. Sifting through all the papers, she saw that the potions paper was extra long, just like Snape had asked, and her others were completed in much the same fashion.
"Finite Incantantum" Ginny's suspicions were confirmed when she saw that her hand writing dissolved into the cool strokes of Draco Malfoy. Ginny changed her essays back to the way they had been and put them back in the folder. She got up from her seat, took her recovered bag, and walked over to Draco. Without saying a word, she gave him a hug from the back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ginny smiled to herself and went out on the grounds to be away from the crowd that was sure to arrive at any minute.
Draco, meanwhile, was shocked that Ginny had even bothering to thank him....she was being pretty distant lately, as if their kiss had never happened...
A/N Ok I know I have no excuse to be posting this measly chapter up so late....I finally decided to stop working on it to make it longer and just post up what I have...I'll try to more consistent with the chapters and I really thought the summer would help me write them faster but if anything its made me feel more like a procrastinator then ever....So I'm really sorry.....if you want to give up on me go ahead....I can't promise anything for this story yet...I think I've lost my muse.... ( But we shall see what happens.....
Disclaimer: Aw hell you know I didn't make up these characters! I'm flattered that you would think so... but sadly they are JK's. All the characters that you do not recognize and of course the plot are all creations of my mind...
Lets Recap:
No better yet, lets not, you should remember lol
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He smiled encouragingly at her and slowly pried her arms away and hugged her gently. His chest hair tickled her breasts and it felt so good to be so close to her. He let go and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him with her round amber colored eyes and kissed him fully on the mouth.
He returned the kiss with as much passion as before, maybe even more so. His hands roamed around her body and slowly found their way to her boy boxers.
In the back of her mind, Ginny started to doubt her actions. This was way too soon. It was only the beginning of school and she was already in bed with one of her arch enemies. Something had to be done. She couldn't go through with this no matter how good it felt when he touched her...and kissed her...and....
"Draco...I can't...please.... stop..." breathed Ginny.
Draco's face changed from gentle to harsh within seconds. "What do you mean stop? You're the one egging me on."
"I know, I know...I'm sorry. I just.... can't...I'm really sorry."
Ginny made a move to get up from her position on the bed but was forcefully pushed down by strong hands.
"There's no way your leaving that easily. I'm gonna have you whether you like it or not," grunted Draco.
"No please!" Again Ginny tried to release herself from his grasp but was brutally strained back down.
Draco slapped her right cheek, smirked at the red mark that started to form, and screamed, "Your gonna do what I say, bitch!"
The sting of the slap on her face brought tears gushing out of Ginny's eyes and as Draco slapped her across the face again, this time on her left cheek, Ginny slowly slipped out of consciousness.
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The hall was dark and there was no sign of any movement. The quietness of the corridor was eerie and the moonlight streamed through the windows, bathing a still form on the ground in a bluish hue. A few mumbles and groans could be heard from the form, curled up in a ball in the corner, near the entrance of the library. As if by some unseen force, the form jumped up and screamed, with tears running down its face. The form was none other then Ginny Weasley.
Ginny sprang up and turned around in defense mode. Her eyes were darting in different directions and taking in her surroundings. Did Draco finish her off and dump her where he had found her? Ginny's breathing slowed down, but the tears kept coming and she was bathed in sweat. What had just happened?
Ginny looked down at her self and saw that she was still dressed and she touched her cheek and felt that it wasn't bruised. To make absolutely certain that her cheek wasn't what she thought it should be, she turned around and looked into the nearest suit of armor. Her cheek looked like it always did.
'What is going on with me?' thought Ginny, 'It must've been a dream.....well Weasley that was some hell of a dream....'
Slowly she began to remember. She had left the Gryffindor bathroom and made her way down to the library to retrieve her fallen bag. She had seen that the library was closed and that her bag was no where to be found. The last thing she remember was slumping against the wall in the corner near the library entrance, sliding down the rest of the way to the floor, and sitting with her head between her knees and in her hands. She must've fallen asleep without realizing it. Ginny looked at her watch and saw that it was eleven o'clock and that she had slept for well over an hour.
Still crying silently, Ginny made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. She spoke the password to the Fat Lady and entered. Her plan was to go straight to bed, take a potion for a dreamless sleep, and forget about her horrible dream. How else would she be able to face her peers much less Draco in the morning? She shuffled slowly toward the stairs and almost reached them when she walked just as slowly backwards until she reached the couch in front of the fire. The fire had long since burned out and the room was beginning to grow chilly. It was not the fire that had sparked Ginny's initial interest; it was the couple sleeping comfortably in each others arms on the couch.
Ginny took a few steps closer until she was right in front of them. She looked and saw, to her horror, Jasy cuddled up closely to none other than Harry freaking Potter. Ginny had to control her rising emotions.
'Ok girl...calm down...remember? You don't like him anymore, you don't own him, and Jasy is your best friend, its ok....calm down...big breaths now...'
Ginny stepped back and ran up the stairs. Once in her dorm room, she opened her trunk and found her redwood box filled with homemade potions. She chose the dreamless sleeping potion, drowned the little vial in one shot and threw herself on her bed.
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(Flashback- Draco's resolution to see Ginny)
Draco got up to leave his dorm, Ginny's bag in hand, when a soft tapping reached his ears. He looked towards his window and saw that his father's eagle owl was waiting to be let in, none too patiently. Dropping the bag where he stood, Draco went to open the window. The owl dropped the letter on top of Draco's immaculate hair and flew off without waiting for a reply letter.
"Stupid bird," muttered Draco.
He retrieved the fallen letter and looked at it in dismay. Whatever his father had written in this letter couldn't have been good. It was the start of school and their couldn't of been anything Draco did wrong....well except lust after a Weasley. But that couldn't have leaked out just yet...
Sighing in defeat, Draco tore open the letter and read it through quickly.
There was only one word to describe the contents of that letter... "Fuck," breathed Draco.
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It was nearly dawn before Ginny was roused from her sleep... she really had to stop keeping those curtains open. Classes didn't start for another three hours, so she would be able to take a nice cleansing shower and eat a relaxingly quiet breakfast...away from everyone. Keeping those thoughts in mind, Ginny sat up in bed, swung her legs so that they were dangling off the side, and stood up. Stretching and yawning, she retrieved her bath supplies and walked down to the common room. She stole a quick glance at the couch and was hurt to see the two still sleeping quite peacefully on the couch, pretty much in the same position Ginny had left them. The only difference was Jasy and her closeness to Harry, as if it were even possible to get ANY closer to Harry.
Arriving at the bath, Ginny was relieved to see that she was the first one there, just like the last time. Taking this to her advantage, Ginny took it slow and rinsed off all the confusion, tears, pain, and sweat that she had encountered last night. Even if the feeling of complete understanding and acceptance was for the half hour she had given herself underneath the hot, steamy waters, it was enough for her to come back to a version of normalcy; not that she was ever really normal.
Stepping out of the shower and walking towards the vanity sets, Ginny took great care in her appearance of the day. Because it was still warm out, sweaters and baggy pants were out of the question. She would not suffer heat exhaustion just because she didn't want to be attractive to the males. Instead, Ginny picked out a pair of red plaid pants and a black tank top with netting on the arms that she had borrowed out of Jasy's trunk. She threw her robes over the ensemble, buttoned it closed, and put on her converse sneakers. After placing her long hair in buns at the top of her head, Ginny applied a little bit of black eyeliner and some lip gloss. Studying herself in the nearby mirror, Ginny was pleased to see that her outfit was neither stifling hot nor provocative in any way. She liked Jasy's style of clothes a lot better then her baby pink and childish outfits; thank God Jasy had an endless supply of the much needed darker colors and designs and didn't mind sharing.
Soon Ginny was creaking open the heavy doors to the Great Hall and walking up to the Gryffindor table to sit down for breakfast. She was not as lucky this time with the gift of solitude. Sitting in his usual seat, was the infamous Draco Malfoy. His head was down and he hadn't even looked up to acknowledge another presence in the hall. He looked as if her were in deep thought and he barely touched his porridge. Looking down quickly, as if it were against the rules to stare, Ginny plopped herself down at the front of the Gryffindor table with her back facing the brooding Slytherin.
'Great,' she thought, 'Just what I needed to see in the morning, the object of my dreams,' snorted Ginny.
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Draco had indeed seen Ginny enter the Great Hall, he was just really good at hiding his reactions. After what his father had written him in the letter he didn't think he would be able to do anything but stare at the wall and brood over what was to come. He had his bag by his feet, right next to Ginny's and he was debating on whether he should go over to the table and return it to her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the red headed Gryffindor was sitting with her back to him.
'Good, now I don't have to pretend that I'm searching for treasure in this god forsaken porridge,' thought Draco, 'Wait....what was that...was that a snort?' Draco quickly glanced over in Ginny's direction just in time for him to see her shake her head and continue eating whatever she was eating.
It was really now or never for Draco. He got up and shuffled his feet closer towards Ginny, with his back hunched, in a very un-Draco like manner. He stopped when he was about two feet away from Ginny and cleared his throat.
Ginny turned around and stared at him with round eyes and her pink lips formed a cute 'O' formation. "Yes?" breathed Ginny, finally able to muster enough courage. "I...uh... uh...have your bag from last night...you left it at the library..." muttered Draco.
As if she didn't know this already... so Ginny just blocked out what he said and focused on his lips and the way they formed the words he was speaking. She remembered how they had tasted last night and shuddered when she remembered how cruel he had been in her dreams.
"Thanks. I appreciate it," surprised at her own coldness.
"Your welcome," he replied just as stiffly and stalked back to his table and to his already ice cold porridge.
Ginny watched his retreating figure and opened her bag to make sure everything was present. A sickening feeling hit her like a huge wave when she realized that she hadn't done any of her homework and that she was most likely screwed for today's classes. What a great way to start off the school year.
Looking through her books she saw that there was a black folder stuck hastily between them. She knew she hadn't had that before so she looked around her shoulder to see if anyone was looking, and opened it quietly. She had to hold in a gasp of shock when she saw that all her essays had been done and charmed to look like her hand writing. Sifting through all the papers, she saw that the potions paper was extra long, just like Snape had asked, and her others were completed in much the same fashion.
"Finite Incantantum" Ginny's suspicions were confirmed when she saw that her hand writing dissolved into the cool strokes of Draco Malfoy. Ginny changed her essays back to the way they had been and put them back in the folder. She got up from her seat, took her recovered bag, and walked over to Draco. Without saying a word, she gave him a hug from the back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ginny smiled to herself and went out on the grounds to be away from the crowd that was sure to arrive at any minute.
Draco, meanwhile, was shocked that Ginny had even bothering to thank him....she was being pretty distant lately, as if their kiss had never happened...
A/N Ok I know I have no excuse to be posting this measly chapter up so late....I finally decided to stop working on it to make it longer and just post up what I have...I'll try to more consistent with the chapters and I really thought the summer would help me write them faster but if anything its made me feel more like a procrastinator then ever....So I'm really sorry.....if you want to give up on me go ahead....I can't promise anything for this story yet...I think I've lost my muse.... ( But we shall see what happens.....