Author's Note: i feel required to mention that there will be some sexuality in this chapter. I will identify and section off that area so that you can skip it if you want to.

Disclaimer: Same as in Chapter 1.

Chapter 14: Staying the Night

Draco had a lot to think about, for one thing, his reputation. Certainly, he had agreed to aid Ginny in her exploits. Why? That was a hidden matter for the time being, but even now as Draco trudged into the Slytherin common room; he was beginning to have his doubts that "Ginnine" was worth the potential trouble.

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Draco had been walking down the hall from the Library, a hall that seemed empty at the time. He was wrong.

"Draco!"

Draco stopped walking. 'That sounds a lot like Potter...' He turned around. It was Potter. Harry walked up to him.

"Draco, I need to talk to you."

Draco looked up, watching the ceiling intently. Harry also looked up.

"Are we...waiting for something?" Harry asked after a few moments.

"Yes, I'm waiting for the sky to start falling, word of Hell having frozen over, and a cry that the end is near."

Harry glared at Draco, "I'm in no mood for your humor."

"And I don't think I'm going to waste my time with any meaningless conversations so if you'll excuse me-"

Draco had turned to leave but found himself being flung into the wall. Hard. He was stunned for a moment, not having expected it. Least of all from Harry. That meant that he was very angry.

Draco immediately regretted not having Doyle or Crabbe with him.

"I wanted to try and be civil about this," Harry said at last, "but that's just not possible with you, is it Malfoy?"

"Not necessarily." Draco muttered, rubbing his back dramatically. "What did I do to deserve that?" Harry gave him a look that didn't nearly emphasize how stupid a question that was.

"I meant lately," he quickly added.

"I wanted to ask you about Ginny." Harry stated, "What do you know about what's been happening with her lately."

"Nothing at all," Draco said simply, "Nothing other than the fact that she has soft, sweet lips and a-"

"I mean do you know why she's acting this way? You can't fool me Draco; I know that you're behind this."

He balled his fists. "Draco, if you don't come clean right now, I swear I'll-"

"Hold on," Draco snapped indignantly, "First of all, I already told you, I am not responsible for whatever it is that's wrong with the little weasel girl. Secondly, you must learn that knowing something and proving it are two entirely different things. For example, I know that you can't prove that I was involved in Miss Gininne's little personality shift. It's not like it's my problem, anyway."

Harry lifted his wand and aimed it at Draco's face.

"How do you know that she's been calling herself 'Ginnine'?"

Draco winced inwardly, but coolly replied, "Well that is what she wants everyone to call her. It's quickly becoming common knowledge." When Harry didn't lower his wand, Draco added, "Come on, Potter. I admit that I love torturing you and your dirty little friends, but that really isn't my style; far too complicated and messy for my taste. Why don't you try asking her what happened yourself?" 'And leave me alone,' he thought, but didn't add.

Harry slowly lowered his wand, but continued to glare angrily at Draco. He just knew Draco was behind whatever was wrong with Ginny. However, Draco was right; he couldn't prove anything.

"We are going to get to the bottom of this," Harry spoke in a quiet, yet threatening tone, "If something bad is happening to Ginny and I find out you were involved... there aren't words for what I'm going to do to you."

Harry turned and walked away, leaving a shaken Draco behind.

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Those thoughts and any others vanished at what Draco saw. It seemed Ginny liked taking things to the extreme. First, it was "his" chair; now, it was his bathrobe. There she sat, in his favorite bathrobe, coddling some poor defenseless first-year boy. If it weren't for Draco's indignation at the scene, it would have been funny. Ginny was whispering things to the boy that he couldn't hear, but from the look on the boy's face, it must have been inappropriate.

Draco cleared his throat and said; "I assume you're here to see me?" he sat across from the two of them. The first year looked somewhere between terrified and thankful. "Yes I was," said Ginny, "Sweet little Adam here was keeping me company. Weren't you cutie?"

She ruffled Adam's hair gently. Adam looked as if he were moments away from a heart attack. When Draco nodded for Adam to go ahead upstairs to bed, he did not wait for clarification; he fled from the common room.

Draco removed his tie, looking Ginny over. She had apparently used the dorm shower and then changed into his robe. How it came into her possession, he did not know, and as for the unfortunate soul who gave it to her, they had better hope he did not find out their identity.

On the other hand, Draco noted that the black robe looked good on her, very good on her. "Getting an eyeful aren't we?" Ginny said, revealing a smirk that was quickly becoming a trademark.

"Well that is my robe you're wearing," Draco said, cocking his head while looking at her, "How did you get in here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Not at all," said Ginny, moving to sit beside him, "You won't believe what some first years will admit all alone. That Adam really is such a little sweetheart. A bit jumpy but..." Ginny trailed her finger part down Draco's upper body. "Let's talk about something else."

"Fine," said Draco, grabbing her hand. "How about, what the hell are you doing wearing my favorite bathrobe?"

"Well it didn't seem proper to put on clothes after such a lovely shower, so I simply helped myself to one of your robes. I should have known it was your favorite. It was the only one that I liked."

Draco let go of Ginny's hand. "I'll buy that," he said, "Now, what is it that you want?" Crossing her legs, Ginny asked, "Is that a genuinely naïve question or are you simply beating around the bush?"

"I like specifics."

"All right then," Ginny said slowly. She then reached for Draco's hand. Toying with it gently, she said, "You want specific? Fine." Ginny took the hand and to his surprise, moved it under the robe, to her heart.

"Do you feel that Draco," she asked in a low whisper. "The way you make my heart beat or," she smiled devilishly, "do you want me to be even more specific?"

"No," said Draco, moving his hand on his own. The loosely tied robe needed little effort to be opened. The movement of his hand downward along her belly was enough to open it, revealing more creamy flesh.

"Like what you see," Ginny asked in a forbidding whisper. Draco smiled. "Who wouldn't, but," Ginny frowned at the 'but', "there's something I need to tell you before we go any further."

"Is that so?" Ginny asked inching forward.

"Yes," Draco said. He had already begun unbuttoning his shirt. "Seeing as your 'symptoms' have lasted this long, my guess is some of your new found characteristics may very well be permanent."

"And to think I still have chocolates left," Ginny noted,

"Go on."

"It's quite possible that instruction will no longer be necessary," Draco continued. Ginny undid Draco's belt, pulling it away hungrily. "How simply horrid," she said as she cast it aside. "and your point is?"

"There was something that I wanted in return for my 'advisement'."

"And you aren't receiving it?" Ginny asked. "I'd think of this more as a final test, but there was something else that I had in mind." He laid Ginny back on the leather sofa. "Now," he said, tracing a finger down her cheek, "in exchange for my brief, but fruitful services..." He whispered into Ginny's ear, and Ginny allowed a small laugh in response.

She gave him a look of mock contempt. "I might have known." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"We could stop."

"Fine," said Ginny, "agreed. It does seem typical of you though."

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There would be no more time for Ginny's opinions, not as her reason began slowly melting away with every movement of his skillful and curious fingers. No region would have gone unexplored, if it weren't for Ginny's impatient kisses. For a perverse moment, Ginny wondered if this was why that blonde in the bathroom was in such a hurry that day. Needy or not, Draco was not one to be rushed by anyone. To prove his point, Draco pulled free of Ginny's greedy hands and kisses, trailing his own down her stomach. In those sweet moments of anticipation, Ginny could only cling lightly to Draco's shoulders and wait.

Ginny could only gasp at the wet sensation of his mouth, wanting him both to stop and to continue. As he traced his lips across her most intimate regions, the intense pleasure began to build until Ginny no longer wished for him to stop.

It was then that he pulled away, trailing his mouth back upward. "You would stop," Ginny gasped in mild annoyance. "Of course," said Draco, kissing her gently.

He had another idea. Ginny allowed for a pained moan at his entrance, grateful for the time that he gave her afterward to adjust. The movement soon became mutual, their bodies moving slowly, trying to understand each other. As the need built, so did their rhythm and their speed, until inevitably, they cried out, shuddering together in completion....

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Draco sighed as he reached for one of the blankets kept under the couch. He knew he wouldn't be going upstairs, but there was no sense in startling anyone in the morning with his or her nakedness. Covering the two of them, Draco allowed himself to look over Ginny as she slept. She looked more angelic than he had seen for a few days, if not ever. "Okay my little angel," he said stroking her gently, "just remember to hold up your end of the deal." As if she heard him, Ginny smiled serenely in her sleep. Draco readjusted himself, so that he was comfortable, and then he too found himself asleep.

Author's Endnote: Okay, that's it for chapter 14. Coming up, the end of WD rewritten!