[A/N- Once again, my apologies for not updating sooner. I was at my sister's house all weekend and I got home yesterday but I was a bit out of it so I didn't feel like writing. Only a few people read this anyway so whatever. I would really just like to complete one story for once in my life. Please review!!]
The events at the Quiddich match had left most of Gryffindor in a silent depression. Almost everyone had gone to bed early, and all the good couches were actually free. Ginny sat on one with Hermione, who was going through a complicated Arithmancy book. She had not seen her brothers or Harry since before the game, although she knew the entire story of what had occurred. Knowing them and the context of what had happened, they were probably mourning the loss of their Quiddich privileges alone in their dorms.
Inside, Ginny was furious. How could Draco have done that to the people that were her family? They had a brief fling, only a couple of weeks long and almost completely physical, but she still trusted him and was beginning to care about him. Then he went and turned around, pulling a stunt like that to intentionally hurt the people she truly cared about. It made her question his intentions. Maybe he's not on my side. Maybe he's just trying to overtake me, like Tom. Maybe he just wants me for my body....
The worst part was, there was no one Ginny could tell her secret to without condemning herself and Draco. Normally, if she was having boy troubles, she would run off to talk to Hermione or now, Luna. Having to keep it a secret was driving her insane.
The aggression was growing too much for her to handle alone. She wanted to find him, and scream at him until his ears bled, until he felt as low as he had stooped...
"I'll be back soon," she said absently to Hermione, her mind in another place. She thought that Hermione had said something in return, but she was too absorbed in what she wanted to do to listen.
It was nearly eight o'clock, almost curfew. Especially with Umbridge, curfew needed to be followed carefully. Ginny didn't care at all. He needed to be taught a lesson, and soon.
Heels clicking beneath her and robes billowing behind her, she tore through the corridors in search of a blond head. A flutter of anticipation passed through her when she found him, trudging along all alone in the Transfiguration wing. Quickly, she glanced around. No one else was anywhere in sight.
"Hey!" she shouted out, causing him to turn around. His face was strained, and it grew even more so when he set eyes on her. As always when she saw him, Ginny felt a different excitement in her midsection, which she usually reveled in. Tonight, she suppressed it, trying to focus instead on her anger.
They both stopped several feet apart, facing one another. Ginny placed both hands on her hips in a position she saw often on her mother when one of the boys was in trouble.
"Ginny," he began in an intense whisper, his eyes imploring towards her.
She held up a hand, and he was silent. Stepping forward, she grabbed one of his sleeves and pulled him into an empty classroom. It was the one most commonly used in the lower level classes, as the fresh litter of papers on the floor indicated. Once inside, she performed a locking charm on the knob.
Now Draco was desperately avoiding his eyes, a look of guilt on his face.
"That's right, you're in trouble," Ginny said loudly, shoving him lightly. He stumbled slightly and settled on his usual spot, the top of a desk, and put a hand through his hair.
"Just what the hell where you thinking?! Why, Draco? Why did you do it? They're banned from Quiddich for life, did you know that? All because of what you did!"
He looked up at this information, which was obviously new to him. A different expression crossed his face, this time angry. He stood up abruptly and got closer so they were almost touching.
"Just what the hell where you thinking, Miss Weasley?! You know I saw you this morning, kissing that guy!"
Ginny froze for a moment, but kept her defiant glare. She had kissed Michael that morning, but only in a friendly way. Really, she was trying to let him down easy but gradually, so he wouldn't call her a tease. It was harder than she had thought it had been. She hadn't been counting on Draco seeing her there. Still, why did it matter to him?
"Why do you care? You have Pansy, so I can have Michael. It's not like what we have is real, anyway."
The words were meant to hurt him, and the look on Draco's face proved their effect. Stricken but not yet broken, he went on, "No, it's wasn't real. It's an insane lack of judgment on my part. We should both just forget this whole embarrassing ordeal ever occurred. Just go! Leave!"
Now it was Ginny's turn to feel hurt. She didn't want it to end. She had only said those things to get at Draco, and now he wanted her gone.
It was real. She could feel it, whenever he looked at her, whenever they kissed, whenever they were as close as they were at that moment...
His chest was heaving up and down heavily from his anger. Upon expansion, it brushed Ginny's own chest. Looking up into his eyes, her own expression no longer one of hatred, she whispered, "Fine, I'm leaving."
Her actions were no longer those of the girl she had once known. Defiantly, she moved just an inch closer, so her entire body was pushed against his. Her arms wrapped slowly around his back, drawing him even closer. Their eyes remained locked, and she watched as Draco's cold, angry stare turned into a longing gaze.
It was the closest she had ever felt to a boy, even to Draco. She had kissed Michael several times before, and she and Draco had shared many passionate snogging sessions, but none of those encounters compared to the way she felt when she looked up at him that night. So this is what falling in love feels like, she thought to herself.
Their lips connected suddenly and urgently. Draco quickly put his arms back around her, completing the embrace. They didn't stay there for long, though. The kisses drew faster and more intense, and Draco's hands crawled up to discover the front of Ginny's robes. Submissively, Ginny let him touch her breasts, and moved her mouth to his neck.
"Shit," he moaned as her mouth gracefully kissed his neck. Ginny's hands worked trying to remove the robe Draco was wearing.
"Wait," he whispered, and stepped back. The sudden lack of connection made Ginny crave him even more desperately. Draco quickly removed his robe, and Ginny followed suit. Underneath, he was wearing a pair of freshly pressed khakis and a white button down shirt. Ginny wore a knee length skirt and a wool sweater her mother had knitted.
Now more comfortable, the couple resumed their kissing. Draco sat on the edge of a desk, and Ginny perched herself on his lap. His hands roamed freely up her sweater, and she let them. Her mouth moved alternatively from his neck back to his mouth.
A slight pressure was growing under Ginny's leg. Questioningly, she stopped kissing and looked at Draco, who was once again breathing heavily but no longer from his anger.
"Sorry," he whispered, looking into her eyes and looking slightly embarrassed.
"Don't be," she whispered back.
He looked away and up at the enchanted clock on the wall. "Shit. We'd better end this."
Every fiber of Ginny's being wanted to stay there, in the classroom, on his lap, but her common sense told her to get up and go back to Gryffindor. She suddenly remembered Hermione, who was probably worried sick waiting up for her.
They both stood and walked towards the door, stopping right in front of it. One of Draco's hands reached up to stroke Ginny's cheek.
"You're something special, Miss Weasley," he muttered, and for the first time in her life, Ginny felt it. One last kiss confirmed it for her- he was something special too.
It was late, almost past curfew, but Ginny flew back to the common room on her happiness alone. She couldn't hide it anymore, she needed to tell someone, anyone, about the great thing that was happening to her.... it didn't matter who it was anymore.... the whole world should know....
As she had suspected, Hermione was still sitting up for her, now all alone in the common room.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked shrilly, striding towards her. "What have you been doing? You're hair's a mess, and what happened to your robe?!"
"I'm falling for Draco Malfoy," Ginny said. It was the only thing that could come out of her mouth.
Hermione gaped back at Ginny and fell backward onto a sofa. "No.... no...."
Ginny nodded. "Yes."
[A/N- Okay okay I know I'm evil, leaving you like that! More soon, probably tomorrow since I'm working early and then off the rest of the day I promise!!]