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A/N: Thanks for the feedback on the beginning of the story. I know it's taken me a stupidly long time to update, but in my defence I've been up to my ears in directing a play and doing all my essays on time for university, so I do have a reasonable excuse! In fact, right now I should be doing an essay on Metaphysical poets...
Chapter Three'Oh... Good... Lord...' Ginny thought, as the hundreds of people crowding the corridor turned to look between herself and the piece of clothing that really should either be underneath her clothes or in a private area of her dormitory. A number of plans, nearly all of which involved Malfoy, a wand, and either or both of his nostrils, ran through her mind before she dismissed them. Instead, she did the only thing she could do in such a circumstance – try to humiliate Malfoy right back. She walked calmly up to him, plucked the bra from his grasp, and smiled politely.
"Thanks, Draco," she purred, "I didn't realise you wanted to go public."
She watched in satisfaction as Malfoy's eyes widened in horror. She decided to continue – the chance was too good to miss:
"I felt so intimate with you last night. You shared so much with me that I'll never forget – showing me your cuddly teddy bear, and reading that poetry. Wonderfully romantic."
Slipping the bra discreetly into her schoolbag, she tripped off, thinking 1-0 to the Whizzing Ginny.
It was two hours later, and Draco was still storming around the Slytherin Common Room in one of his famous Malfoy rages. The rest of the students had quite wisely decided to leave him on his own for a while. He found this intensely irritating, as it provided him without a soul to vent his anger on. About an hour ago a first year had mistakenly walked through the entrance, and had rapidly been redirected by a few well aimed hexes.
"How dare she?!" He shouted to the empty room, "Imagine me – a Malfoy – shagging a Weasley! Urgh, don't – I want to gag."
What was annoying him the most was his complete inability to not think about the way her voice had dropped a level to the sultry voice she'd used on him earlier. The way her cheeks had flushed slightly but never betrayed her humiliation, only added colour to her otherwise pale skin. The way her hand caressed his own as she took the bra from him. The damned way he kept wondering if she was all those things in bed –sexy, gentle, confident. He suspected that she was, from the look of her underwear, which only made the fact that she was a Weasley more infuriating. "Forbidden fruit", he muttered to himself, and it became a sort of mantra for the next hour, as he pondered touching her naked breasts. Until Blaise Zabini marched into the common room, that is, and put an end to all of Malfoy's erotic thoughts.
"She snogged me!" Blaise cried triumphantly, to Crabbe and Goyle, who followed him.
"Oh Lord, Zabini," Malfoy drawled, "Which little tart did you manage to feel up this time?"
"Oh," Blaise smiled casually, "Just the fiery little redhead you stole the underwear from last night."
"You mean the Weasley?" Malfoy asked sharply. Blaise nodded, a grin spreading over his face. He elaborated, "I've wanted to fuck her for months now, and finally I might just get the chance."
"What do you mean? You said you only kissed her."
"That was today – just now – Malfoy. I'm meeting her later tonight for a little rendezvous."
Draco scowled, "I'd better not find you two out too late or there'll be points taken from both houses."
Blaise's grin just widened, "Oh, but don't you have remedial transfiguration with the mudblood this evening?"
Draco's mood had not improved by the thought of the possibility of running in on the Weasel and Zabini doing unspeakable things in an empty classroom. In fact, he had been forced to resort to drastic measures: he had told Pansy to wait up for him. Pansy, in all fairness, was not bad looking. She had a good figure, and hours every morning and evening spent slathering creams, makeup and other feminine mysteries all over her face meant that she had a good complexion and could even look pretty on demand. Her parents' vast sums of money didn't go amiss, either, in buying her perfectly fitting designer robes. No, Pansy in appearance was fine. She was, however, possibly the easiest girl at Hogwarts, although Ginny Weasley could give her a run for her money, Draco thought moodily. He stormed into the transfiguration classroom only to be met by the most unfortunate sight of Hermione talking to the last person he wanted to see – the Weasel herself. They turned round at the sound of footsteps. Draco sneered in an attempt to regain his dignity from that morning:
"Checked you've got all your clothes on this time, Weasley?"
She didn't even have the grace to blush, "Yep," he replied chirpily, "And none of them are in a twist, like some of yours seem to be."
"Ginny," Hermione whispered warningly.
"I'll be going then," Ginny said, and walked towards the door.
"Going to fuck Zabini, now, Weasley? Thomas not enough for you?" Draco snarled.
Ginny stopped and turned around slowly, "I beg your pardon?" she said, fixing him with a glare that could have frozen Voldemort himself at 50 feet.
"Why so shocked? Zabini told me all about your little arrangement for this evening. For some girls I suppose prostitution is the only way to get any money." He looked her up and down, "That is, if one could actually call you a girl."
"You bastard." Ginny breathed, "Trust a Malfoy to go that low. For your information, Zabini cornered me at lunch and made a most unwelcome attempt to thrust his hand up my top. Next time you believe some git, do try to notice the large bruise which has undoubtedly by now risen over his left eye."
"He told me that was your brother," Draco said in genuine surprise, at the same time uncomfortable about how light his heart seemed to feel suddenly.
"No." Ginny enunciated, her jaw set, before walking out and shutting the door smartly behind her.
"Erm, well," Hermione put tentatively, "Shall we start?"
"Fine." Draco replied gruffly.
"Unless, "Hermione continued, smiling slightly, "You would prefer to try turning fiery redheaded girls into something a little less tempting?"
"Shut up, Granger."
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