Chapter 3: Time to Think

Ginny could only blink at Draco in response to what he had just said. Had she heard him correctly? Seduction?

"Are you saying the solution to my problem is to become a slut?" Ginny asked quietly. The thought alone made her feel somewhat ill. Draco sighed impatiently.

"No, not a slut," said Draco. "Believe me, there is a line not to cross if you want to do this and do it well. Cross that line and it would be safe to say that you were a first-class whore. I can show you where that line is, but first you have to tell me...do we have a deal, Ginny?"

Ginny studied Draco closely for a few moments. She couldn't quite read his facial expression. Draco always looked liked the devil as far as she was concerned. "I...Can I have a day to think about it, please?" Ginny asked timidly. Draco's eyes widened slightly in what could have been disbelief. Ginny wasn't sure. He didn't seem to be angry when he rose from the chair he had been sitting in.

"Fine. Meet me back here tomorrow with your decision." Draco leaned over casually and brushed a few strands of hair away from Ginny's bright red face. "I really do hope you make the right decision." Draco then turned and walked away.

Ginny stared after him absently, admiring his walk. She didn't have enough time to slap herself mentally.

She was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of books slamming onto the desk in front of her. Ginny turned in her chair. There stood an infuriated Ron, a shocked Hermione, and a disgusted Harry. Ron was the one that held Ginny's attention, however.

"And what the bloody hell was that all about?" He demanded.

Ginny felt that her best defense would be to play innocent, since technically she hadn't done anything wrong.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked calmly. Ron couldn't stop his mouth from falling open.

"You've got to be kidding me!" He practically yelled, "I'm talking about you practically making out with that creep Malfoy in front of everyone."

"Ron, please," pleaded Hermione, "Your making a scene."

Indeed, the majority of the library had turned to regard this spectacle of visual entertainment. Madame Pince had crossed her arms watching the group with narrowed eyes.

Swearing under his breath, Ron walked briskly around the table, grabbed his sister by the arm, and marched her out of the library. Harry and Hermione quickly followed, Hermione apologizing for the disturbance.

Once outside, Ginny pulled away from Ron, glaring at him. "I hope you're proud of yourself Ron," she growled, cradling her sore arm, "I'll never be able to show my face in the library again. Least of all without a bag over my head!"

"Don't try to change the subject!" Ron shouted in reply, "What on earth was Draco Malfoy doing being that close to you? Better yet, why did you allow Draco to even be that close to you? Why didn't slap him?"

Ginny didn't want to answer that question. Instead, she went on the offensive. "Well unlike some people," she said indignantly, "I'm not about making a fool of myself in public."

Ron was quiet for a moment, Harry and Hermione looked from face to face.

Finally, Ron spoke. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I guess I jumped to conclusions a little quicker than I should have."

"He didn't jump far," Harry said under his breath. Hermione pinched him indiscreetly.

"I...guess you could call me stupid for even talking to Draco," Ginny offered, "I know he's nothing but trouble."

"Yeah he is," Ron said with a frown, "and he's apparently up to no good." Ron touched her sore arm apologetically. "Just be careful, Ginny."

Ginny smiled. "I will."

She had begun to walk away from the trio when Harry called her name.

"Yes Harry?"

"What did Malfoy want?"

"Oh, he didn't let on, really. But I think Ron's right: he's up to no good."

Ginny waved and let that be the end of it. She didn't have to tell them about the stupid offer. She didn't even know if she was going to accept it. Of course not. That's exactly what she was going to tell Malfoy tomorrow. The answer was going to be no.

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Even though there were no real hard feelings between herself and Ron, Ginny had decided against going to lunch. The subject of choice would undoubtedly be Draco, and since Draco would most certainly be there, it could get ugly. Ginny did not want to have Ron choking Draco in the middle of the Great Hall. He'd be in detention for life. Ginny thought for a moment about whether or not she should go back to the library. No, that whole scene with Ron would make things too awkward for her, since everyone would be watching her. "Shall I feel awkward in the Library or awkward in the Great Hall with a full stomach?" Ginny turned and headed to the Great ...until she saw something that made her stop dead in her tracks.

It was Draco and he wasn't alone. Ginny didn't recognize the girl he was with, since she didn't have many associations that were sixth years, but she could see the girl was a Ravenclaw. For the moment, the two of them were content to kiss, their bodies pressing against each other in every inappropriate way imaginable.

Ginny didn't move; she could only stand there and watch.

After a couple of moments, the girl moaned something into Draco's ear and then pulled him into the girl's bathroom.

Ginny knew she should have just kept going to the Great Hall. She should have pretended that she hadn't seen anything. Ginny walked past the bathroom and then stopped. She turned and looked at the door. Taking stealthy steps, Ginny found herself creeping into the bathroom. The moaning sounds that were coming from Draco's friend were enough to cover her entrance.

He had the eager girl against one of the stall doors, eagerly tasting the soft flesh below her left ear. Ginny kept a wary hand on the doorknob behind her, but found that she couldn't leave...she didn't want to. Almost instinctively, Draco looked her way. The look of pure lust in his eyes was enough to make Ginny grip the doorknob behind her harder, partially in order to remain on her feet. The giddy blonde was too busy nibbling on Draco's neck to even notice that they had a voyeur their presence.

'Leave Ginny,' her mind pleaded, 'You have to get out of here.'

At this point Ginny didn't think she was capable of moving. Then Draco, his eyes never leaving Ginny's, reached and lifted the blonde girl's chin. He then very slowly ran his moist tongue from the base of her throat, to her chin, and then lightly across her lips.

That did it for Ginny. She turned and fled the bathroom, feeling Draco's smirk all the way to the Great Hall.

Author's Endnote: Well, that does it for today. I'm going to try to get the next chapter beta-read in time to post it tomorrow. Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad this story hasn't been entirely forgotten.  BP