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The Treat of Time

Chapter 8         

Ginny shot back with surprise and stared into the boy's face. Draco's face curled into a seductive smile.

"What's the matter Weasley? Scared?" Ginny could not believe what she was hearing. Scared? Of Malfoy? The boy who had to bully everyone else in order to feel like he was worth something? Oh no no no no no. That was impossible. There was no way. And she'd be damned if she allowed him to think such a thing.

 So with that she grasped the boy's head between her hands and kissed him forcefully. Draco moaned and pulled her closer. He could feel her heart beat in rhythm with his own. He slid his hand to the small of her back and began to move over her, sliding his body over hers. He let her gently fall to the floor.

Ginny shuddered as she felt his weight settle over her. Why was she letting him do this? It felt....it felt...oh god!

All reason fled Ginny's mind. She didn't even notice as her hand sought its way through Draco's shirt and rested of his chest.

"Nynnnnnnn!" Draco let out a high pitched groan.

"What? What's the matter?" Ginny breathed. Their lips no longer touching.

"It's just...your hand..."

"Oh!" Ginny squealed, "Sorry." She began to remove her hand from his chest. But Draco stopped her.

"No, don't. I like it."

Ginny looked up at him, "Then why..."

Draco cut her off with his finger. He smiled down at her wickedly. "You're hands are freezing."

"Well maybe that's your fault." She threw back playfully.

"Oh aye." He breathed his face so close that their noses touched. "It is."

Ginny swallowed hard. "Well what are you going to do about it?"

Draco burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Ginny stared at him wide-eyed. What the hell was so funny? She felt her temper rising. She smacked his face away from hers with her free hand.

"Hey now," he said, pretending to look hurt. "That wasn't very nice." He grabbed the offending hand away from his face and pinned it above her head. And, removing the one from his chest did the same to the other. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Ginny began to squirm violently beneath him.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He said with a grin.

"Let me up! Get off you asshole!"

Draco tisked at her, "Such an angry person. I take the blame for that as well. I'll just have to remedy that."

Ginny made one last effort to push him off. She couldn't move him. He was to strong. She looked at him horrified. What was he going to do? He wasn't talking about...he couldn't possibly mean...she searched his face looking for some sort of clue to what he was thinking. His face remained emotionless.

Ginny began to panic. What was she going to do? It wasn't supposed to happen like this! And definitely not with Draco. No, definitely not with Draco. Right? She didn't want Draco....did she?

She shook her head to rid herself of the thought. She wasn't going to let him do this.

She suddenly felt his hand start at her chest and move slowly down her torso. Oh god! She was too late! What was she going to do? She had to think of something and fast. His hand was already playing around her thigh.

"Why did you move my hand?" She asked quickly, "I thought you liked it?" She hoped that she could convince him to give her hand back. Then she would at least have something to defend herself with. She was completely defenseless.

"I do, very much so. But I couldn't possibly let you keep it. With that tempter of yours, I had no choice." He stared sorrowfully down at her. "It's your fault you know, this would be more enjoyable for you if you hadn't slapped me. I wouldn't have had to take it away."

"You don't have to take it away." She tried her best to sound as sweet as she could. "Please, I need...I need to ummmm...feel, you."

Draco laughed, "It's amazing, how easily you can make me laugh." His hand closed around her thigh. Ginny closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was coming. He squeezed.

Ginny jerked. He squeezed again. He was tickling her!

"What are you doing?!?" She hissed, trying to hide the laughter in her throat.

"Just doing what I said I'd do." He continued to tickle her thigh.

"How...is...this?" She managed through gritted teeth. She refused to give him the satisfaction. She would NOT laugh.

"You're being really difficult Ginny. Don't make me take this to the next level. I don't want to have to do that." He transferred his hand to her side and teased her. Ginny arched and opened her mouth in a silent scream. "Ticklish are we?" He teased her side again.

Ginny clenched her jaw and held her breath. But she could feel the giggle playing at the top of her throat. She...must....have...willpower. Think, think of anything. Think about homework. She had a foot and a half potions report due the next day. Potions! She HAD to complete this report. What would the teachers say? Oh, no, she'd never become Snape's assistant. This was just great. Here she was, being pinned to the floor, when she should be off finishing her report. That report is going to take all night. I have to get out of here. But how? Should I just laugh and get it over with. NO! She couldn't do that. No matter what she would never admit defeat to a Malfoy!

Draco found her stubbornness fascinating. He had never met a person he couldn't crack. And he wasn't about to let her beat him. She must have a weakness. Everyone has a weakness. For heaven's sakes even I have a weakness, he thought. Though he would carry that secret to his grave. He would make her laugh if it took all night. She's going to keal any moment now. Her body is all tense.

He looked at her face. She immediately closed her eyes. Draco giggled with delight. No one had ever given him so much pleasure.

"You're a stubborn wench. You wait. I'll get you yet."

Oh for the love of god! She didn't know if she could take much more of this. She was dying, literally. It was taking all the strength she possessed to keep herself from bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.

His hand was moving again. Had he given up? Was he going to let her go? Ha! I knew it, she thought. He can't get me!

Fat chance, Draco's hand found her arm pit.

And almost instantly Ginny let out a squeal. "Aha! So I see. I should have known." Draco kept tickling her. He could feel her body beneath him getting more and more tense. She was going to crack!

"Nyhhhhhh" Ginny whined. Fine! She thought at last, but he was going to pay! By my death he will pay!

With that she let go and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

##

Snape was the first to pull away from their kiss. He leaned back and stared at Harry. Harry didn't move, he was well aware at what he had just done. He didn't want to face it. Not now, not ever. He wanted to finish, if there were ever a time he wished that he had his invisibility cloak, it was now. But he had to do something, because Snape was making to movement to leave. He had to think quickly.

"This is not what you think." He began.

"And what do I think?"

"You must think that I'm attracted to you or something. Well news flash, I'm not okay."

"Could've fooled me."

"Hey, give a person a break. You remind me of my old boyfriend back home."

"Is that so? Well I'm sorry to hear that."

"Sorry to hear what?"

"Look, if you don't like me just say so and spare me."

Harry looked around trying to think of a good reply. He DIDN'T like him. But he couldn't just tell him that the reason he didn't like him was because he's his potions teacher in the future and takes joy in making him miserable. Though he would very much enjoy telling him that. To see the look on his face...well with his luck, he wouldn't believe him anyway.

"Okay, I don't like you."

"Oh," Snape looked away, his jaw clenched.

"I'm really sorry. It's not you, it's me. Really YOU haven't done anything. Not yet anyway."

Snape composed himself and stood up straight. "Like I care. Please, you think you're the first person to ever turn me down? Give me a break." And with that he spun around on his heel and began to walk off.

"Wait!" Harry called, though he wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it.

Snape stopped dead. He slowly turned around and looked quizzically at Harry. "Yes? What do you want?"

"It's nothing, I just...."

"You just what? Wanted to throw it in my face some more before I left? Fine go, tell me how hideous I am and how you despise me. Go on." Snape's face looked cold. The same cold look that he always gave him. This was the professor he knew. But something still drew him to the boy.

"That's ridiculous. I don't want to do that. And quite frankly, anyone who says that you're hideous is completely out of their mind." As soon as he said it he automatically regretted it. "I mean, you're not THAT bad. But, you...not my type?"

Snape rested his chin on his hand. "Is there anything else?"

"I don't want to leave this on a bad note. God knows what consequences I'll have in store for me when I get home."

"So what do you suggest? I can't think of anything that would make me like you more at the moment." He sighed heavily and looked at his watch, appearing to be bored.

"What do you want? I'll give you anything. As long as we don't walk away from this you hating my guts."

Snape thought for a moment. Yeah, there was something he wanted, but he knew that he couldn't have it. But he DID say anything. And it's not like he could make his relationship with the boy any worse. He'd already fallen asleep in his arms, kissed him, and the boy didn't even like it. Or so he thought. HE was the one who kissed him just moments ago. Wait. Why did he care if things were ended on a bad note? Did he care about him? Was disliking him a show. Perhaps James...YES! That had to be it! James was threatening him!

Well, I could seemingly MAKE him kiss me. That way James couldn't get upset with Harry. It didn't matter if James was upset with him. He already was. And Snape was furious with James. James lived to make his life a living hell. That's why he didn't want him to have Harry. He didn't want him to be happy.

"Yes there's something I want, but you have to agree to give it to me before knowing what it is. Do we have a deal?" Snape's voice was unwavering. So Harry knew that this couldn't be compromised. What choice did he have?

He took a deep breath, worried about what it was that Snape wanted. "Yeah, I agree."

##

"Is there something you don't understand about the things have just come out of my mouth?" The man's voice was terrifying. Anyone within hearing distance of the man was trembling with fear. He was mad. No one could mistake that. Someone was going to pay. And no one wanted it to be them. They were all silent.

"You have let my boy escape! How did he get away? Can anyone tell me how a young boy like that has escaped a great being like me?" The man searched the faces of his death eaters. Every last one of them was holding their breath. Just waiting to be the one to take the punishment. Everyone knew what he was capable of. He was very powerful, and used his powers for evil. But of course, everyone knows that. He is known throughout the wizarding world as being the most feared wizard to have ever lived. And you didn't want to make someone with that kind of reputation angry.

"Someone else will have to take his place tonight. And it's not going to be a pleasant night. Oh no. That boy doesn't know what he's missing. I can induce pain yes. But I can also give pleasure." A few people in the crowd shuddered at the thought. "Is there something you'd like to say?" He hollered. Silence. "That's what I thought. Now the boy will be found. And when he is, there will be serious consequences to pay. No one escapes me and lives to tell the tale."

"Well someone did." Wormtail came rushing in with a look of excitement on his face.

"What was that? I know that you didn't just say that." The man walked effortlessly over to the panting Wormtail. He slid his long fingernails over his face, pressing lightly. "Now tell me, was there something you wanted to say?" His voice was soft, daring.

"Master, that's not what I meant. It's just...well Malfoy has reported sir. He wasn't very pleased at all. He has found Harry Potter and his friends. And he's a little more than upset that...that his son is there." Wormtail shivered under the gaze, and watched the man's hand as it moved along his face.

"Do I look like I care about him and his family issues? Malfoy's boy is no longer of use to me. You be sure to tell him that. Maybe that will shed some light on the subject. Either he does the job without complaint, or tells him to get his long-haired ass back here. I have other uses for him..."

 The man was deep in thought, when Wormtail brought him back to the present. "So what do you want me to tell him master?"

He removed his hand from the squirming face. He turned around and glided to his chair. He gracefully sat down, his fingertips pressed together. "You tell him, that I'm waiting, and I'm growing impatient. He had three days to finish the job. Tell him that his son may be spared, as long he can keep a firm hand on him. The rest are mine. And Harry Potter is to be alive. I want him to suffer what I have suffered. He must feel the pain I have felt." The man curled his fingers together with the exception of his index finger. "I will have my vengeance. Harry Potter will be no more."

##

"Ron! Get up! The ball is off now. I made it stop. Ron, you're over dramatizing! It's not the end of the world. Besides, the last I saw he was tickling her. He seems completely harmless." Hermione shook her boyfriend violently. Who was seemingly passed out on the floor?

"What has gotten into you Hermione? We hate Malfoy remember? Or have you forgotten all the horrible things he's done to us?" Ron said, though he still lay motionless with his eyes closed.

"Ron, people change. What sort of people would we be if we didn't give him the benefit of the doubt? Besides, we aren't there right now. So we have to trust that someone will look out for her. And he seems to be doing a good job....She looks happy Ron."

"She's not happy!" Ron shot up, hitting Hermione in the nose.

"Owww! Watch it you bastard!" She yelped and grabbed her nose.

"Sorry...But Hermione she's not herself." He whined, "That's not my baby sister! She would never like someone like Malfoy. Now as her brother I'm not going to like anyone she dates, but Malfoy? That's just absurd. Any one but Malfoy would be better."

"Do you hear what you're saying? You sound like an idiot. You aren't thinking Ron." Hermione rubbed her nose and shot her boyfriend a dirty look.

"I am thinking! You're the one who's lost their mind!" Ron shook his hands in fury.

"And I suppose you're best friend has lost his mind as well?"

"Damn right he has. He's got to know that it's Snape! Or maybe he doesn't! Maybe they have him brain washed! That's it! They're all brain washed!" Ron smiled with satisfaction. That made sense. That's why everyone was acting so strange. They really weren't themselves. "We have to get them back here. I can't allow my sister and my best friend kissing...kissing those jerks!!!"

"And how do you suppose we do that? Just fly to where ever the hell they are and bring them back! Think Ron! There's nothing we can do. It seems that they have been sent back in time. And if that's the case, the ministry will deal with it. We'll have our friends back. It's just a matter of time."

Ron huffed, but didn't say anything. He didn't feel like arguing with her. How was he going to argue with the smartest person in the school? Sometimes it wasn't the best thing to have a smart girlfriend. They can make you feel really stupid.

"Ron?" Hermione looked worriedly at her boyfriend.

"Hmmm?"

"Are you alright."

"I don't think so Hermione." He shot her a look.

She moved towards him, "Everything is going to be fine. We just have to suck it up for a while. You'll see, everything will work out in the end." She sat in his lap and held both of his hands with hers.

God he hoped she was right.

##

Harry walked as if in a trance. Trying to forget about what had just happened. Instead he concentrated on his steps. Click click click. He stopped walking. Click click click. Someone else was there. Could it be Snape? Please don't let it be Snape, he thought.

He spun around quickly. He saw nothing. "Who's there?" He said into the seemingly empty hallway. There was no response. The clicking had stopped. Harry felt comfortable enough to keep walking. It was probably just his imagination. He was being paranoid. How could he not be?

He reached the staircase. He stopped to wait for the right steps to come. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Oh god! Snape. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "Please just let it be my imagination. Please just let it be my imagination." He said aloud.

"This isn't you're imagination."

Harry jumped and opened his eyes, and just in time to see a boy throw and invisibility cloak from his body. James! "It's you! What are you doing here?" Harry looked around suspiciously, expecting to see his posse.

"Don't bother, they aren't here."

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask you the same question, but after what I saw I'd rather not."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Wh...what did you see? You don't mean..."

"You better watch you're back Potter. Snivellus is a sneaky son of a bitch. I would end things with him NOW. Before you're really in over you're head." James glared hard at Harry. Obviously disapproving of what he saw.

"You saw me?" Harry shrank back.

"Damn right I saw you."

"Shit! This isn't happening." Harry put his hand to his temple. "Are you going to tell anyone?" Harry asked desperately.

"Tell anyone? Are you nuts? I'd rather stick my head in a blender."

Harry sighed with relief.

"But you'd better not see him again. I'm watching you Potter." And with that disappeared under his cloak.

Goddamn! His father was Draco's twin! Harry knew a bully when he saw one. And James was a grade A bully. What was he doing up anyway? Spying on him? Harry stared at the empty corridors, half expecting his father to reappear. But maybe he's just trying to protect me, he reasoned. Snape isn't someone to be trusted. And James knows more about him than I do, he thought to himself. Perhaps there's more to Snape than meets the eye. Well, James didn't have anything to worry about. Because Harry had every intention of avoiding Snape the rest of the time he was here. And he hoped that wasn't going to be much longer.

TBC