Author's Note: Wow. Thanks for all the reviews. First, to answer a couple of questions/requests:

EgyptStar: Chapter 4 showed up fine on my screen, but I've sent a copy to you anyway. I hope it helps.

Amber: Yes, this is a rewrite. Spelling, situations, etc. will differ a little from the original story. If you would like to beta for me, I will send you Chapters 6 and 7 in a few days (since I will not be online over the weekend). Thanks for your help.

I would post two chapters, but I don't have time and I had a busy morning. I'll try to get the chapters beta read and posted by early next week. Thanks for reading! BP

Disclaimer: Same as in Chapter 1.

Chapter 6: Some Like It Hot

"What am I going to be doing exactly?" Ginny didn't exactly trust Draco's thinking. He could still be planning to humiliate her somehow.

"Relaxing," Draco replied. He certainly seemed relaxed, biting casually into the apple he held. Ginny was skeptical of her body being capable of relaxation under these circumstances.

"Come here," Draco commanded gently. Ginny walked around the side of the desk so that she stood facing Draco, who had turned the chair.

"What now?" She asked. Ginny watched in horror as he patted his lap.

"Come sit down."

"You want me to....just sit on your lap?" Ginny did not attempt to comply.

Draco frowned. "Don't be a prude. It's not as if I'm asking you to do something difficult. This is my lap and I'm giving you permission to sit on it. I'm asking you to sit on it. What's the problem?"

"Um...there's no problem, I guess." Ginny tried not to be offended by being labeled a "prude". Ginny stepped closer. She then slowly lowered herself down to his lap, making certain that she was as far away from that part of his lap as possible. Draco laughed, shaking his head. Ginny hadn't heard him laugh this way before. It was deeper and more attractive. She sensed it was genuine.

"Come on Ginny Gin Gin," Draco teased, "you're defeating the purpose."

"And what's that?" Ginny asked, turning to face him.

"Intimacy," Draco replied, pulling her back further onto his lap. Though Ginny didn't struggle, she couldn't fight a feeling of impending doom. She waited; her body at it's most tense...

Nothing happened. Ginny began to feel her body relaxing involuntarily, almost as if to say, 'False Alarm!' Ginny leaned back slowly back so that her upper body pressed gently against his.

"Isn't that better?" Draco whispered reassuringly in her ear. Ginny couldn't exactly answer, since the sensation of his lips lightly caressing her hair had her somewhat distracted.

"As I was telling you," he said after a few moments, "You can't seduce anyone if you're uptight. Confidence and sensuality walk hand in hand. You have to be comfortable, with yourself most importantly. Are you comfortable with yourself Ginny?"

Ginny nodded honestly. "Good," he continued, "And I think you're beginning to become comfortable with me. You are, aren't you?"

"Yes," Ginny said, finally feeling relaxed.

"Good," Draco replied. "Get up."

Ginny actually found that she didn't want to move. Draco's warmth and closeness felt surprisingly soothing, but at the order, Ginny rose slowly and took a few steps back.

"I think that's it for today."

"What?" Ginny had expected the experience to last more a little longer than 10 minutes.

Draco smiled contentedly. "I'm flattered that you'd like me to continue, but I do have a life. I think we've accomplished enough for one day, and we are just getting started."

Ginny nodded. She hadn't brought her things with her, so there was nothing for her to do but leave. She got to the doorway before she recalled that their meetings weren't exactly scheduled.

"Draco," she said as turned to face him, "I'll see you again on..."

"Well, I've got some things to take care of tomorrow, so should come here on Thursday."

"Fine." She turned to leave.

"Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"I've decided that it wouldn't seem fitting for me to teach and not give an assignment just for the hell of it, so I'm giving you one," Draco paused and allowed an evil grin. "I don't think you'll need to write it down."

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Ginny walked numbly back to her dorm. She was half-ready to tell Draco to go to hell after hearing his "assignment". However, a deal is a deal, and she wasn't sure how Draco would respond to her refusal. Ginny really didn't want to know, which is why she nodded and left. Now, heading slowly up the steps, she had decided that a month's worth of detention would have been easier than this, especially after all that had happened.

She muttered the password so low that she was asked to repeat it. After yelling it loud enough to wake the dead, Ginny was finally permitted entrance. She half wished she had not entered at all.

There sat Ron, Hermione, and Harry, looking as if they were waiting for her. "Hello," Ginny said groggily, "I'll be going to bed now, so-"

"No, you won't." said Ron, calm despite his tone. "Could you please come and sit down." Ginny trudged over to the couch a cross from him and sat next to Hermione.

She avoided eye contact with Harry at all costs, simply focusing on the nicely arranged pillows.

"Ginny," Hermione began, "We really would like if you could tell us what is wrong. Ever since we saw you talking to Draco in the Library, you have been acting very strange."

"What does Draco have to do with anything," Ginny asked with an indifferent shrug.

"You tell us," Ron sitting up, "what does he have to do with you?"

"Nothing the last time I checked," Ginny replied sarcastically, "May I go now?"

"No," said Ron in an inarguable tone, "You are going to sit here and tell us what's going on between you and Draco."

Ginny was very confident that they didn't know anything beyond that day in the library, which was why she firmly insisted that there was nothing with her and Draco and that they were all being paranoid.

"Well, I don't believe you," stated Ron.

"Actually," said Hermione, "She might be telling the truth. After all if this were what you think it is, she wouldn't have...asked Harry to...well...you know."

At the reference, Harry, who had been silent thus far, starting to fidget uncomfortably.

"I did NOT ask Harry to fuck me!" Ginny yelled.

"Shhhh, Ginny!" Hermione whispered angrily, "That's not exactly something you want to shout."

"If I had wanted to shag Harry," Ginny continued indignantly, "I would have said so. I would have said, 'Harry, shag me into next week', and have been done with it. 'Fuck me' is an expression, much like 'fuck you'. So there! I was a bit agitated is all."

"Thanks for the enlightenment," Ron said dryly. Hermione shook her head sympathetically at Harry, who looked ready to sink into the couch from embarrassment.

Sighing, Ginny said, "Sorry Harry. Look, I just am going through something right now. Something you can't help with and I don't feel like talking about, not right now. But when I do, I'll let you know."

Rising from the couch, Ginny spared one last glance at Harry. She was obviously torturing the poor boy. Unfortunately, it looked as if she weren't finished with him. Not yet...

Author's Endnote: I hope that turned out okay, since I'm about to go. Questions or comments? Review! The next update should be by Monday or Tuesday! BP