Author's Note: Thanks very much for the reviews. They are appreciated. ïﾁŠ I won't be able to update tomorrow, so I'm posting two chapters today. I'll be updating again on Friday!

Disclaimer: Same as in Chapter 1.

Chapter 4: Just a Taste

Ginny had come running into the Great Hall like a maniac. Despite her rather ridiculous entrance, Ginny was only concerned with having something to eat when she sat with Harry and the others. That way, she would have something to do besides look around awkwardly.

Ginny managed to make it to the table with her food, but she dropped her contents down a little too roughly. Her nervous manner was drawing puzzled looks from Hermione and Ron, although she hardly noticed. Ginny glanced around nervously towards the entrance of the Great Hall. There was no sign of Draco or his Ravenclaw blonde.

"Ginny?"

Ginny jumped, nearly spilling her milk onto the table. Fumbling with it, she managed to arrange her food so that it sat before her neatly.

"Yes, what is it?" Ginny asked while still nervously arranging things.

"Are you...all right?" Ron asked, glancing at Harry. "You seem a little shaken."

It was true. Ginny's hair was slightly tussled, her face was pale, and she was trembling all over. Despite all this, Ginny firmly insisted that she was just fine.

Even Harry, who seemed a bit upset about something, had to raise an eyebrow.

Ginny was busily trying to think of something to take her mind off of what she had seen. She couldn't help it. Ginny suddenly began to eat her food as if she hadn't eaten in days. One can't think and eat at the same time, can they?

"A-Are you sure you're all right?" Hermione asked, becoming visibly concerned.

Ginny, having gulped down the last of her juice, continued to insist that there was nothing wrong. But when the food ran out, so did her distractions. Her mind began to helplessly wander back to the scene in the bathroom. Draco....his eyes...his tongue.....

"Ginny!"

"What!" she shouted, snapping out of her trance.

"What has gotten into you?!" asked Harry, "We've been calling your name for the past five minutes, and you've been sitting there like a zombie. What is wrong?"

Distinctive giggling caught Ginny's attention and Ginny turned her head towards the sound. She saw the blonde from the bathroom, sitting with her friends at a table to her right. 'But....that would mean....' Ginny gulped nervously, turning to face forward.

"It's nothing," she said, "I'm just feeling a little out of it is all."

'Don't look Ginny, don't look,' she told herself, 'Just keep your eyes on...um...Harry!' She hadn't even been thinking about Harry, the supposed object of her affection; she had been thinking about Draco.

Ginny smiled politely at Harry, who was still eyeing her in confusion, and said, "Have I ever told you about how beautiful your eyes are?" Harry blushed and then looked away in embarrassment.

"N-no you haven't."

"Good," said Ginny, "because I'm about to tell you."

Ordinarily, Ginny would have died before saying these sorts of things, but desperate times often call for desperate measures. She had to resist every impulse to even think about Draco, otherwise she would do something incredibly stupid.

"Your eyes tend to remind me of emeralds, but that's because of the lovely shade of green they are. But they also remind me of....passion....b-but not in that sort of way. They say summer, they say green grass in the summer, they say..."

Ginny allowed herself a casual glance at the Slytherin table. Big mistake. Draco was smiling at her, a look of both lust and naughtiness on his face. He then slowly snaked out his tongue, bringing it playfully across his lips. Ginny then spoke the words that first came to her mind.

"Fuck me."

Now, such a statement can be taken many ways; as a command, as an exclamation, or even an expression of sheer disbelief. Well, combined with "They say", there was only one way to take it. Ron wasn't taking it well because he had immediately begun to choke and gag on his food. Hermione then began to rescue Ron from choking to death; meanwhile, Harry could only stare at Ginny, not quite believing what she had just said.

Ginny stood abruptly. "Oh, I mean....I meant." 'I've got to get out of here.' Ginny turned to go, but first grabbed an apple off of her brother's tray. He wouldn't need it. She then ran out of the Great hall faster than she had come.

Draco could only shake his head, laughing. There'd be no rest for the wicked.

Author's Endnote: For the record, that was an exclamation, and not a request. Onward to Chapter 5!