A/N: Um, I'm posting this late I know. I haven't heard from my beta reader,
Kristi in the last few days and I think she may be away or something (or
mad at me () So I'm posting this. I may need a couple of beta readers,
which I believe someone suggested to me (having more than one). I hope
there is still people who are interested and if I do hear from Kristi and
there are errors in the chapter (which my compy didn't see) I'll replace
the chapter. Toodles. BP
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Do you fear me?
Ginny wouldn't be sitting with Ron, Hermione and Harry on the Hogwarts Express. She did want to, though. She had been ecstatic that Harry had decided to stay with them over the course of winter break. Still, the claim that she needed some alone time for.personal reasons was a bit lame. Ron and especially Harry didn't seem to believe her. It hardly mattered to Ginny as she made her way the selected compartment.
She opened the door slowly and found Draco waiting for her, just as he said he'd be. Ginny closed the door quickly behind her, putting a locking spell on it.
Draco sat watching, slightly amused. She hadn't made a move to sit.
"Well?" he asked, "Are you going to stand there the entire trip?"
"I won't be here for the entire trip," Ginny said decidedly. "After you say whatever it is that you feel you need to say, I'm going to sit with the others."
The train jerked and Ginny nearly lost her balance, forcing her to sit.
Perhaps mercifully, Draco allowed the chance to make a snide comment pass.
"I had you meet me here," he said, " I wanted to ask about your progress. I don't think I was specific enough in my demands."
Ginny didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
Draco smiled. "Seeing as you have one hell of a time following important directions, I thought I would make myself clear in where you stand right now."
Ginny felt her stomach lurch as he moved to sit beside her. Her sense of impending doom had returned to her.
"How specific do you need to be?" Ginny asked quickly, "Weren't you specific enough in the lounge? I really don't think-"
"Shh," Draco's finger pressed gently against Ginny's lips. Leaning slowly but carefully, Draco whispered into Ginny's ear, "Don't think, listen."
Ginny bit her lip, a mixture of fear and anticipation washing over her. She wondered at the odd combination until Draco spoke again.
"Think of it as a task, a conquest, an "assignment". By taking this so damned personal, you're making it more difficult for yourself." He paused, allowing the warmth of his breath to caress her face. "You already have it within your means to do this, without getting emotionally attached to him. Simply play off of *his* emotions, not your own. Off of his wants and needs."
"I don't follow you," Ginny said, moving away. She had understood him perfectly well, but lied. His closeness was beginning to get to her.
Draco *knew* that his being close was getting to her. He also knew that she was lying. She wasn't very convincing. Allowing a smirk to grace his features, Draco ran a knowing hand across Ginny's lap.
"You know *exactly* what I mean," Draco whispered, his voice thick with sensual undertones, "or are you waiting for me to give an example?"
Ginny made a slight yelp as she stood. How could she have forgotten the door was locked? She had put the spell on it, hadn't she? After trying the door, she turned, finding herself in the unsavory position of being pressed against it by Draco.
He wasn't groping her like she expected him to; he was barely pressed against her. He was, however, too close for her to be able to open the door, once she undid the locking spell. There was something about his closeness, something that Ginny couldn't comprehend. She didn't want to. All she wanted was to get back to the others and pretend she hadn't been alone with him.
Draco lifted his hand up and played briefly with her red orange strands.
"Are you afraid of me Ginny?"
The question was so casual, he had might as well have been asking what time it was or whether or not she preferred apples to oranges. Ginny was silent, her eyes resting on the window behind them. The scenery was blurred as nothing stayed in view long enough to be noticed.
Draco lifted her chin so that she looked at him, looked into his eyes.
"Are you Ginny?" The question was gentle now, as were his eyes. What game was he playing at? One minute, he looked as if he would crush her for the hell of it. The next, he looked as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
"Yes Draco, if that's what you want to hear." Ginny's reply came wearily. All she wanted was to get out of that cursed compartment.
His eyes changed again. They were unreadable again, calculatingly so.
To Ginny's horror, his body pressed her harder, harder against the door. He did touch her, resting a hand firmly on her face.
"Do you know what I'd like to hear?" he asked. His voice was of a musical quality but his eyes.. Something wasn't right.
"I have to go, Draco," Ginny said. It was more of plea than a statement. Draco was going to speak, to perhaps share with Ginny what it was that pleases his ears. He was interrupted by a booming voice on the other side of the door.
"Open up Ginny!" ordered Ron, "I know you're in here! We need to talk."
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Yes, it was a cliffie and I did it on purpose. Mwahahahahahaha! I will try to get the next chapter up a lot sooner. My cookie supply is getting low. Bye! BP
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Do you fear me?
Ginny wouldn't be sitting with Ron, Hermione and Harry on the Hogwarts Express. She did want to, though. She had been ecstatic that Harry had decided to stay with them over the course of winter break. Still, the claim that she needed some alone time for.personal reasons was a bit lame. Ron and especially Harry didn't seem to believe her. It hardly mattered to Ginny as she made her way the selected compartment.
She opened the door slowly and found Draco waiting for her, just as he said he'd be. Ginny closed the door quickly behind her, putting a locking spell on it.
Draco sat watching, slightly amused. She hadn't made a move to sit.
"Well?" he asked, "Are you going to stand there the entire trip?"
"I won't be here for the entire trip," Ginny said decidedly. "After you say whatever it is that you feel you need to say, I'm going to sit with the others."
The train jerked and Ginny nearly lost her balance, forcing her to sit.
Perhaps mercifully, Draco allowed the chance to make a snide comment pass.
"I had you meet me here," he said, " I wanted to ask about your progress. I don't think I was specific enough in my demands."
Ginny didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
Draco smiled. "Seeing as you have one hell of a time following important directions, I thought I would make myself clear in where you stand right now."
Ginny felt her stomach lurch as he moved to sit beside her. Her sense of impending doom had returned to her.
"How specific do you need to be?" Ginny asked quickly, "Weren't you specific enough in the lounge? I really don't think-"
"Shh," Draco's finger pressed gently against Ginny's lips. Leaning slowly but carefully, Draco whispered into Ginny's ear, "Don't think, listen."
Ginny bit her lip, a mixture of fear and anticipation washing over her. She wondered at the odd combination until Draco spoke again.
"Think of it as a task, a conquest, an "assignment". By taking this so damned personal, you're making it more difficult for yourself." He paused, allowing the warmth of his breath to caress her face. "You already have it within your means to do this, without getting emotionally attached to him. Simply play off of *his* emotions, not your own. Off of his wants and needs."
"I don't follow you," Ginny said, moving away. She had understood him perfectly well, but lied. His closeness was beginning to get to her.
Draco *knew* that his being close was getting to her. He also knew that she was lying. She wasn't very convincing. Allowing a smirk to grace his features, Draco ran a knowing hand across Ginny's lap.
"You know *exactly* what I mean," Draco whispered, his voice thick with sensual undertones, "or are you waiting for me to give an example?"
Ginny made a slight yelp as she stood. How could she have forgotten the door was locked? She had put the spell on it, hadn't she? After trying the door, she turned, finding herself in the unsavory position of being pressed against it by Draco.
He wasn't groping her like she expected him to; he was barely pressed against her. He was, however, too close for her to be able to open the door, once she undid the locking spell. There was something about his closeness, something that Ginny couldn't comprehend. She didn't want to. All she wanted was to get back to the others and pretend she hadn't been alone with him.
Draco lifted his hand up and played briefly with her red orange strands.
"Are you afraid of me Ginny?"
The question was so casual, he had might as well have been asking what time it was or whether or not she preferred apples to oranges. Ginny was silent, her eyes resting on the window behind them. The scenery was blurred as nothing stayed in view long enough to be noticed.
Draco lifted her chin so that she looked at him, looked into his eyes.
"Are you Ginny?" The question was gentle now, as were his eyes. What game was he playing at? One minute, he looked as if he would crush her for the hell of it. The next, he looked as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
"Yes Draco, if that's what you want to hear." Ginny's reply came wearily. All she wanted was to get out of that cursed compartment.
His eyes changed again. They were unreadable again, calculatingly so.
To Ginny's horror, his body pressed her harder, harder against the door. He did touch her, resting a hand firmly on her face.
"Do you know what I'd like to hear?" he asked. His voice was of a musical quality but his eyes.. Something wasn't right.
"I have to go, Draco," Ginny said. It was more of plea than a statement. Draco was going to speak, to perhaps share with Ginny what it was that pleases his ears. He was interrupted by a booming voice on the other side of the door.
"Open up Ginny!" ordered Ron, "I know you're in here! We need to talk."
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Yes, it was a cliffie and I did it on purpose. Mwahahahahahaha! I will try to get the next chapter up a lot sooner. My cookie supply is getting low. Bye! BP