Author's Note: Sorry about the gap, I'm very busy. I'd like to update today and again tomorrow because there are a couple of days this week that I know I will be unable to work on finishing this story. I think WD rewritten will be finished by the end of this week. The second part, Tainted Tastes (rewritten) should come a few days later.

Thanks for the comments and support, and thanks again to Amber, who continues to be a big help.

Disclaimer: Same as in Chapter 1.

Chapter 13: Motives

Ginny arched upward, still clinging to the nightgown that covered her naked form.

"Come on Harry," she said teasingly, "don't tell me 'the boy who lived' is terrified of wee wittle me?"

Harry glared at her. "No, of course not. Now come back with me before you catch your death out here." Harry tried again to lift Ginny up, but found himself being pulled down instead. He was soon on his back, with Ginny seated firmly on his stomach. She gazed down at him lustfully.

"Get up Ginny," he ordered, "this isn't funny." "It's Ginnine," she corrected, "and I'm not joking. I have every intention of staying here, and you're going to keep me company."

Ginny paused to lean forward, massaging the tender, but firm skin beneath his shirt. "You know something Harry," Ginny said smiling, "I think you're enjoying this more than you'd like to admit." Ginny kissed him gently. After a moment, Harry returned the kiss, lifting his hand to wind strands of her dampened hair around his finger.

"What are you two doing?"

Ginny, her hand carefully in front of the nightgown covering her bare body, leaned up to fix an annoyed glare at her brother and Hermione. "Fucking hell, Ron!" Ginny said angrily, "must you show up at the most unbelievably inconvenient of times?!"

Ron crossed his arms. "Hmm, let's see. Should I answer that before or after I beat you within an inch or your life?"

"Fuck you!"

"No thanks, I'd say that would be carrying it a bit far."

Harry would have very much liked to be standing, but under the circumstances, he had to wait for Ginny to finish yelling at Ron. Sighing, Hermione went and grabbed Ginny from off of Harry. After she collected Ginny's underwear, Hermione turned the boys and said, "We'll be going inside now. Ron, don't do anything foolish."

With that, she and Ginny, who looked back once to smile at Harry, headed back to bed. For a moment, neither Ron nor Harry moved. Ron kept looking from the departing form of his sister, Ginny, to Harry. "Listen Harry," Ron said running an exhausted hand through his hair, "I'm probably not as mad as you as I should be partially because of how tired I am and also because of the way Ginny has been acting...but that can change. Please, just stay away from her, I mean, when she gets like that." Ron turned and walked away.

Harry drew a shaky breath. He had tried to resist Ginny's advances. He did not know why she was getting to him; at least, it was not something he was willing to admit. Not while Ginny was under whatever strange influence had seized her.

Ginny had decided to skip lunch, feeling that she needed to rethink her strategy where Harry was concerned. She had almost had him groveling beneath her, and then Ron showed up. She still felt the urge to slap the hair off his dense head.

She now sat at her familiar place in the library; the only difference being she had lost her interest in those Muggle romance novels. They seemed so boring compared to her now active love life.

"Well hello there," drawled Draco as he approached, "studying hard aren't we?"

"Hello to you too," said Ginny, "and no, I'm slacking off a bit."

"Pity," said Draco sitting beside her, "I'd hate to see that youthful mind go to waste."

Ginny reached out to touch Draco's hair. He intercepted her hand easily.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, placing Ginny's hand in her lap. "Do you feel ill at all?"

"Ill?" said Ginny wonderingly, "No. Last night I did feel as if I would burn up at any moment. I'm a little better now," Ginny smiled, "Considerably warm, but there's no longer the need to come out of my clothes."

Ginny laughed gently at Draco's mildly surprised expression. "I wonder what Harry would have thought of that?" He asked with a smirk. "I think he rather liked it," Ginny said, "He was the one who found me first after my late night stroll. I can't believe I almost had him right where I wanted to think I did have him where I wanted him."

"So...what happened?"

"Ron."

"Oh." For a moment, there was silence, until Draco spoke.

"You know something," he said, "I'm not sure Harry deserves a girl like you."

Ginny gave an amused grin, "Really? Why not?"

"I don't think he'd appreciate just how clever a mind you have, or that lovely little body of yours." Ginny smirked.

"Oh, but you could?" she asked, her tone mildly sarcastic.

Draco frowned, looking away. "I never said that."

"So why are you helping me then?"

Draco's gray eyes glanced at every portion of Ginny's body.

"I told you," he said, "I'll let you know when the time is right."

"What makes you think that the time isn't right now?"

Draco blinked at her. "Excuse me?"

"Draco, Draco," Ginny chuckled, "Just what am I going to do with you?"

Draco started to say something else, but hesitated. "No," he said finally, "Never mind." Draco stood and looked Ginny over very carefully. He then turned and walked away.

Ginny pouted as he departed. He could at least have said bye. Shrugging, Ginny went back to her thoughts. She had found that Draco had eased into them. Smiling to herself, Ginny began to think that perhaps Harry could wait.

Author's Endnote: I didn't like that chapter too much. I hope that the next chapter will turn out better. On to Chapter 14!