A\N: Sorry if this is kind of dumb. I did it in a rush because I wanted it
done before Valentine's Day. Thank-you so much for your reviews. They
really inspire me and I really can't thank you enough. Happy Love's day and
hope you have a great day. Here's my V-Day gift to you and I hope you enjoy
it with all your heart. Lemonskittle.
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How Valentines Can Change Everything- Draco Malfoy
Chapter Ten
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The silver robe with green stitching fit around him perfectly, making the light of the candles gleam off of it.
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His hair was slicked back, thick and heavy with too much gel in it. Touching it now, it felt like plastic.
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Tonight was the night he would get it, but there was that feeling inside of him that haunted him. Something foreboding was at the back of his thoughts, but he wouldn't let himself think of it. He would get into the V.S.W's pants, nothing else mattered.
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What happened yesterday, what happened in the library, it had all been real, but he made a vow that he would get into her pants; he had a record that he could not break now because of her.
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He's felt this way about all the other girls. When it came to the night he would get into their pants and break it off, there was always this feeling of foreboding, so this case wasn't any different.
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Yet it was. When they had been together out on the Quidditch field, when they had both been underneath the table, he had felt something between them that he's never felt with the other girls before.
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Was it? Could it be that he was actually attracted to the girl who would help him rebel?
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Draco shook his head and threw the door open. He stepped out through the portrait hole and headed upstairs and waited for the V.S.W in front of the Great Hall.
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Couples passed him by. Some he knew, some he didn't, and some he didn't like one bit at all.
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He saw Granger with a tall Hufflepuff, but that wasn't anything important to look at. It's obvious she was in love with Weasley, but the boy was just too thick-headed to notice anything.
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Not too long afterwards, he caught sight of Weasley with a girl he didn't recognize. She was taller than him and looked even bigger.
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"You make a rather good couple," Draco commented, sneering at the two. "But tell me, who's the girl and who's the boy?"
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Ron almost jumped at Draco, but lucky for him, Ron's date was bigger and held him back. "Don't listen to him," she whispered.
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Still fuming, Ron pushed past Draco and into the Great Hall.
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Scarhead passed by next, stag and Draco couldn't hold back his comment. "Is Moaning Myrtle coming invisible tonight because you're embarrassed of her?"
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Harry didn't even look at him and walked by, looking around as if searching for someone. "Can't find her now can you?" Draco shouted after him. "It is rather hard to find an invisible date, you know."
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So much good that comment did. Scarhead didn't even turn around to glare at him, not to mention glance his way. What was up with everyone that night?
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Draco scanned the Great Hall slowly, trying not to vomit at the sight of the lovey-dovey decorations. Honestly, who would want to celebrate a time like this? Each year that Love day came, he always ignored it because really, it wasn't anything important to him.
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Honestly, it isn't. Love day, I mean. Well, that year, everything changed because of the rebellion and all. You all understand. It's always up to Ginny to complete the rebellion and well, you can't really blame her because she is the youngest and a Weasley after all.
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Draco turned around, wondering where she was. Don't tell him she wasn't going to show up because he would not let anyone make a fool of him, Ginny least of all.
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And then he saw her. No, not Ginny because if it had been Ginny, Draco definitely would have smiled or grinned, but no it wasn't. His face was a scowl and he looked annoyed, almost angry, you could say.
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"Zabini and Parkinson," Draco said, smirking. "To my surprise, you two actually look good together."
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Pansy grinned and stepped closer to Blaise almost seductively. "We can always try a threesome, you know," she said barely above a whisper.
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Draco pictured being in bed, sandwiched between the worst girls at Hogwarts and he felt like puking. Merlin's Beard, he'd sleep with Moaning Myrtle first before he tried a threesome with those two.
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"Nope, I wouldn't even if I were paid a million dollars," Draco snarled, turning away from them. "Now would you two leave me alone? I've got a 'nice' reputation to keep here."
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"So it's going down tonight then?" Blaise asked, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck. She rubbed her thighs against his and he felt her nipples hardened through the thin robe she was wearing.
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"Zabini, get away," he said urgently, pushing her away. Honestly, she had no respect.
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Blaise looked hurt, but she shrugged it off and walked into the Great Hall, her hips swinging, not that he was watching or anything. Before she got too far, she turned back around and an evil smile spread across her face like she had something planned.
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Draco didn't like it, but what could he do about it? Ginny was by his side already and she looked amazing. He tore his gaze away from that loony face and settled it upon Ginny's beautiful one.
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"Hi," he said, taking her arm. "You look-" he let his eyes look her up and down, "-beautiful."
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Ginny tucked the strands of loose hair that fell around her face behind her ear and brushed nervously at her robe. He wondered, was she as nervous as he was?
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"Thanks," she said, looking at her feet. "You look nice yourself."
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Draco thought he caught her take a quick glance behind him, but maybe he had mistaken. He held out his arm so she could take it and she took it. Slowly, he led her into the Great Hall and it didn't surprise him when every eye turned to them. Or all eyes except for Ron's since he was too busy glaring at Hermione and her date.
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The dance was amazing, although she was tensed. She kept looking over his shoulders at her brother and he tried not to let that bother him, but truth was, it did. A lot.
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"What's wrong?" he asked, taking her aside, off the dance floor.
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She shook her head and took a seat at one of the empty tables. "Everything's great," she lied and he caught it because her expression told him everything.
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"Don't lie," he said, sitting down as well. "This doesn't have anything to do with your hot-headed brother does it?"
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"Don't call him that," she said defensively, almost glaring at him. Honestly, she's almost as hot-headed as he was.
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Draco backed off and slouched in his seat, watching her, studying her. No girl's ever acted like this with him before. They've shown complete interest without denial and he liked that attention, but Ginny didn't even want to act like he was alive. It was like she wanted two things but couldn't make up her mind about it.
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She looked over at him and he wanted to say something, but loud voices from the other side of the room caught her attention and she turned away.
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"YEAH? WELL BLOODY HELL, IF YOU DIDN'T CARE SO MUCH THEN WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME AROUND? WHY DO YOU KEEP GLANCING OVER HERE LIKE YOU DON'T TRUST WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO?" Hermione yelled at Ron. The whole room turned to stare, but the shouting didn't die down.
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"THAT'S BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO," Ron shouted back, his face inches from hers. "FOR ALL I KNOW, WHO KNOWS WHAT THAT BLOODY HUFFLEPUFF IS UP TO. HE'S NEVER SPOKEN TO YOU BEFORE AND MAYBE ALL HE BLOODY WANTS IS TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS."
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Hermione yelled something back, but Draco didn't hear anything else. Ron's words, his words were so true, only not in Hermione's case but Ginny's. What if she realized that Draco's sudden interest in her was only because he wanted to get into her pants?
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He paled and looked back at the V.S.W. To have her angry with him would mean the end of the world, but why would he care? He was just using her, nothing else. Right?
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The truth is complicated because sometimes, the truth isn't what some people want to hear so they refuse to believe it. That's what's up in this case, but when you don't want to believe it, no one can make you.
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Well, if Draco didn't want to believe that he might be feeling something towards the V.S.W, no one can make him. So he went on believing that she was only taking him one step closer to his rebellion and if he had known that if he had accepted the truth earlier, what happened later wouldn't have really mattered, but then again, how was he supposed to know that?
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Ron stomped by very fast past them and the V.S.W looked like she wanted to jump under the table but resisted the urge. She caught him staring and stared right back. Honestly, who did she think she was?
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Then someone tapped him on the shoulder and he looked up to find Scarhead standing there. "Mind if I have this dance?"
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Horror appeared across his face and he wasn't thinking very clearly, so he said what he said next. "Ugh! Never, Potter. What do you think I am? Gay?"
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Harry had this look of disgust on his face as well and backed away. The air was filled with awkwardness until the V.S.W saved both of them. "Er," she began, "I think he was talking about me, Draco. Would you mind?"
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The truth sunk in and he shook his head slowly, horrified. Whoa. What just happened there?
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Harry led the V.S.W onto the dance floor and they began to sway to the music, but Draco couldn't take his eyes off of them. How dare that damned Scarhead take away his S.W? Didn't he know that if Moaning Myrtle found out, she wouldn't be very happy?
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"Never, Potter. What do you think I am? Gay?" a voice mimicked Draco's. He turned around to find Pansy sitting there, looking smug. "You don't look SO good that even Potter wants you."
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"Maybe not," Draco replied, returning his attention to Harry and the V.S.W. "But I know dam well that Potter wishes he were me."
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Draco turned back to Pansy and the smug was still there. It reminded him very much of Blaise and for a minute there, he wondered where that whore was.
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"OH," Pansy said, standing up already although that ugly smile never left her face, "but you will wish you were him before the night is over."
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"What?" he asked, but she walked on without looking back. Something was up and knowing Pansy and Blaise, it wasn't anything good.
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Draco turned around to the dance floor to find the V.S.W and Harry gone. He stood up and knocked over his chair in alarm and spotted them going out together. That bastard.
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He went after them. He had a goal and that goal would expire that night if he didn't accomplish it. He needed the V.S.W. He needed her bad.
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The corridors were empty except maybe for a few hormonal teenagers. He grimaced at the moans and a funny thought ran through his head. Who was Moaning Myrtle snogging senseless in the darkness? But no matter because there were more important things to do right now.
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He ran outside of Hogwarts and stopped in the dim moonlight, staring at the V.S.W's figure by the bottom of the stairs. What was she doing there all alone?
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"Where'd Potter go?" Draco asked, stepping down until he was on the same step as she.
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She didn't say anything for a while, but he didn't mind. They stood together in total silence until she finally looked up at him and took her hands in his. "Take me away from here."
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And that's exactly what he planned too.
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Before the door was even closed, their lips were already locked in a passionate, desperate kiss. He took off his robe and tried to take off hers, but stopped when she yelped in pain. Oops, seemed he grabbed hold of her hair as well.
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The painful moment over, their lips locked again and he unbuttoned her blouse desperately, almost hungrily. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
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He picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, slipping his shirt off as well before unbuckling his trousers. He pulled off his boxers too and jumped on top of her, feeling her plump breast beneath him.
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Her skin burned his and it ached to feel her skirt blocking him from the passageway. He pulled down her skirt, tearing at her panties, and threw them on the ground. Immediately, there was nothing between them and he knew that this was his moment.
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Draco ran his tongue along the smoothness of her stomach, loving the way her stomach tightened. He planted gentle kisses up her chest, along her neck, until his own lips reached hers.
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Hungrily, she kissed him and he ran his hands over her breast, massaging the softness of it. She ran her hand along the nakedness of his back and there was nothing holding Draco back from going inside of her.
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Well, nothing except his conscious of course. Did he love her? That one question really baffled him and he didn't know if he did or not. If he slept with her, it wouldn't really have been that they got that far because he wanted her, not that he didn't want her. It's just that they were only there because of his stupid, stupid rebellion and-
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Merlin's Beard, what did he just do?
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The V.S.W wrapped her legs around Draco's legs, giving him permission to enter her, but he pulled away reluctantly.
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"I'll be right back," he said when she protested.
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Draco looked at his reflection in the mirror and it took everything not to look away. What has he turned into? He hurt so many girls and here was one more girl he was going to hurt.
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Not only that, he cared about her too.
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He opened the door and stopped dead in the doorway. Was that- no it couldn't be. But was it possible? Didn't he put that somewhere no one would find? He didn't tell anyone about it either, only one person knew where it was.
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Blaise.
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The V.S.W looked up at him and the tears were visible in her eyes already. She knew what it was that she was holding and it crushed Draco to know that not only did he not complete his rebellion but that he hurt Ginny Weasley too.
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How Valentines Can Change Everything- Draco Malfoy
Chapter Ten
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The silver robe with green stitching fit around him perfectly, making the light of the candles gleam off of it.
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His hair was slicked back, thick and heavy with too much gel in it. Touching it now, it felt like plastic.
.
.
Tonight was the night he would get it, but there was that feeling inside of him that haunted him. Something foreboding was at the back of his thoughts, but he wouldn't let himself think of it. He would get into the V.S.W's pants, nothing else mattered.
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What happened yesterday, what happened in the library, it had all been real, but he made a vow that he would get into her pants; he had a record that he could not break now because of her.
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He's felt this way about all the other girls. When it came to the night he would get into their pants and break it off, there was always this feeling of foreboding, so this case wasn't any different.
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Yet it was. When they had been together out on the Quidditch field, when they had both been underneath the table, he had felt something between them that he's never felt with the other girls before.
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Was it? Could it be that he was actually attracted to the girl who would help him rebel?
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Draco shook his head and threw the door open. He stepped out through the portrait hole and headed upstairs and waited for the V.S.W in front of the Great Hall.
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Couples passed him by. Some he knew, some he didn't, and some he didn't like one bit at all.
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He saw Granger with a tall Hufflepuff, but that wasn't anything important to look at. It's obvious she was in love with Weasley, but the boy was just too thick-headed to notice anything.
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Not too long afterwards, he caught sight of Weasley with a girl he didn't recognize. She was taller than him and looked even bigger.
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"You make a rather good couple," Draco commented, sneering at the two. "But tell me, who's the girl and who's the boy?"
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Ron almost jumped at Draco, but lucky for him, Ron's date was bigger and held him back. "Don't listen to him," she whispered.
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Still fuming, Ron pushed past Draco and into the Great Hall.
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Scarhead passed by next, stag and Draco couldn't hold back his comment. "Is Moaning Myrtle coming invisible tonight because you're embarrassed of her?"
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Harry didn't even look at him and walked by, looking around as if searching for someone. "Can't find her now can you?" Draco shouted after him. "It is rather hard to find an invisible date, you know."
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So much good that comment did. Scarhead didn't even turn around to glare at him, not to mention glance his way. What was up with everyone that night?
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Draco scanned the Great Hall slowly, trying not to vomit at the sight of the lovey-dovey decorations. Honestly, who would want to celebrate a time like this? Each year that Love day came, he always ignored it because really, it wasn't anything important to him.
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Honestly, it isn't. Love day, I mean. Well, that year, everything changed because of the rebellion and all. You all understand. It's always up to Ginny to complete the rebellion and well, you can't really blame her because she is the youngest and a Weasley after all.
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Draco turned around, wondering where she was. Don't tell him she wasn't going to show up because he would not let anyone make a fool of him, Ginny least of all.
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And then he saw her. No, not Ginny because if it had been Ginny, Draco definitely would have smiled or grinned, but no it wasn't. His face was a scowl and he looked annoyed, almost angry, you could say.
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"Zabini and Parkinson," Draco said, smirking. "To my surprise, you two actually look good together."
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Pansy grinned and stepped closer to Blaise almost seductively. "We can always try a threesome, you know," she said barely above a whisper.
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Draco pictured being in bed, sandwiched between the worst girls at Hogwarts and he felt like puking. Merlin's Beard, he'd sleep with Moaning Myrtle first before he tried a threesome with those two.
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"Nope, I wouldn't even if I were paid a million dollars," Draco snarled, turning away from them. "Now would you two leave me alone? I've got a 'nice' reputation to keep here."
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"So it's going down tonight then?" Blaise asked, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck. She rubbed her thighs against his and he felt her nipples hardened through the thin robe she was wearing.
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"Zabini, get away," he said urgently, pushing her away. Honestly, she had no respect.
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Blaise looked hurt, but she shrugged it off and walked into the Great Hall, her hips swinging, not that he was watching or anything. Before she got too far, she turned back around and an evil smile spread across her face like she had something planned.
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Draco didn't like it, but what could he do about it? Ginny was by his side already and she looked amazing. He tore his gaze away from that loony face and settled it upon Ginny's beautiful one.
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"Hi," he said, taking her arm. "You look-" he let his eyes look her up and down, "-beautiful."
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Ginny tucked the strands of loose hair that fell around her face behind her ear and brushed nervously at her robe. He wondered, was she as nervous as he was?
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"Thanks," she said, looking at her feet. "You look nice yourself."
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Draco thought he caught her take a quick glance behind him, but maybe he had mistaken. He held out his arm so she could take it and she took it. Slowly, he led her into the Great Hall and it didn't surprise him when every eye turned to them. Or all eyes except for Ron's since he was too busy glaring at Hermione and her date.
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The dance was amazing, although she was tensed. She kept looking over his shoulders at her brother and he tried not to let that bother him, but truth was, it did. A lot.
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"What's wrong?" he asked, taking her aside, off the dance floor.
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She shook her head and took a seat at one of the empty tables. "Everything's great," she lied and he caught it because her expression told him everything.
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"Don't lie," he said, sitting down as well. "This doesn't have anything to do with your hot-headed brother does it?"
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"Don't call him that," she said defensively, almost glaring at him. Honestly, she's almost as hot-headed as he was.
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Draco backed off and slouched in his seat, watching her, studying her. No girl's ever acted like this with him before. They've shown complete interest without denial and he liked that attention, but Ginny didn't even want to act like he was alive. It was like she wanted two things but couldn't make up her mind about it.
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She looked over at him and he wanted to say something, but loud voices from the other side of the room caught her attention and she turned away.
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"YEAH? WELL BLOODY HELL, IF YOU DIDN'T CARE SO MUCH THEN WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME AROUND? WHY DO YOU KEEP GLANCING OVER HERE LIKE YOU DON'T TRUST WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO?" Hermione yelled at Ron. The whole room turned to stare, but the shouting didn't die down.
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"THAT'S BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO," Ron shouted back, his face inches from hers. "FOR ALL I KNOW, WHO KNOWS WHAT THAT BLOODY HUFFLEPUFF IS UP TO. HE'S NEVER SPOKEN TO YOU BEFORE AND MAYBE ALL HE BLOODY WANTS IS TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS."
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Hermione yelled something back, but Draco didn't hear anything else. Ron's words, his words were so true, only not in Hermione's case but Ginny's. What if she realized that Draco's sudden interest in her was only because he wanted to get into her pants?
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He paled and looked back at the V.S.W. To have her angry with him would mean the end of the world, but why would he care? He was just using her, nothing else. Right?
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The truth is complicated because sometimes, the truth isn't what some people want to hear so they refuse to believe it. That's what's up in this case, but when you don't want to believe it, no one can make you.
.
.
Well, if Draco didn't want to believe that he might be feeling something towards the V.S.W, no one can make him. So he went on believing that she was only taking him one step closer to his rebellion and if he had known that if he had accepted the truth earlier, what happened later wouldn't have really mattered, but then again, how was he supposed to know that?
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Ron stomped by very fast past them and the V.S.W looked like she wanted to jump under the table but resisted the urge. She caught him staring and stared right back. Honestly, who did she think she was?
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Then someone tapped him on the shoulder and he looked up to find Scarhead standing there. "Mind if I have this dance?"
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Horror appeared across his face and he wasn't thinking very clearly, so he said what he said next. "Ugh! Never, Potter. What do you think I am? Gay?"
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Harry had this look of disgust on his face as well and backed away. The air was filled with awkwardness until the V.S.W saved both of them. "Er," she began, "I think he was talking about me, Draco. Would you mind?"
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The truth sunk in and he shook his head slowly, horrified. Whoa. What just happened there?
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Harry led the V.S.W onto the dance floor and they began to sway to the music, but Draco couldn't take his eyes off of them. How dare that damned Scarhead take away his S.W? Didn't he know that if Moaning Myrtle found out, she wouldn't be very happy?
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"Never, Potter. What do you think I am? Gay?" a voice mimicked Draco's. He turned around to find Pansy sitting there, looking smug. "You don't look SO good that even Potter wants you."
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"Maybe not," Draco replied, returning his attention to Harry and the V.S.W. "But I know dam well that Potter wishes he were me."
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Draco turned back to Pansy and the smug was still there. It reminded him very much of Blaise and for a minute there, he wondered where that whore was.
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"OH," Pansy said, standing up already although that ugly smile never left her face, "but you will wish you were him before the night is over."
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"What?" he asked, but she walked on without looking back. Something was up and knowing Pansy and Blaise, it wasn't anything good.
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Draco turned around to the dance floor to find the V.S.W and Harry gone. He stood up and knocked over his chair in alarm and spotted them going out together. That bastard.
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He went after them. He had a goal and that goal would expire that night if he didn't accomplish it. He needed the V.S.W. He needed her bad.
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The corridors were empty except maybe for a few hormonal teenagers. He grimaced at the moans and a funny thought ran through his head. Who was Moaning Myrtle snogging senseless in the darkness? But no matter because there were more important things to do right now.
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He ran outside of Hogwarts and stopped in the dim moonlight, staring at the V.S.W's figure by the bottom of the stairs. What was she doing there all alone?
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"Where'd Potter go?" Draco asked, stepping down until he was on the same step as she.
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She didn't say anything for a while, but he didn't mind. They stood together in total silence until she finally looked up at him and took her hands in his. "Take me away from here."
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And that's exactly what he planned too.
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* * *
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Before the door was even closed, their lips were already locked in a passionate, desperate kiss. He took off his robe and tried to take off hers, but stopped when she yelped in pain. Oops, seemed he grabbed hold of her hair as well.
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The painful moment over, their lips locked again and he unbuttoned her blouse desperately, almost hungrily. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
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.
He picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, slipping his shirt off as well before unbuckling his trousers. He pulled off his boxers too and jumped on top of her, feeling her plump breast beneath him.
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.
Her skin burned his and it ached to feel her skirt blocking him from the passageway. He pulled down her skirt, tearing at her panties, and threw them on the ground. Immediately, there was nothing between them and he knew that this was his moment.
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.
Draco ran his tongue along the smoothness of her stomach, loving the way her stomach tightened. He planted gentle kisses up her chest, along her neck, until his own lips reached hers.
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Hungrily, she kissed him and he ran his hands over her breast, massaging the softness of it. She ran her hand along the nakedness of his back and there was nothing holding Draco back from going inside of her.
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Well, nothing except his conscious of course. Did he love her? That one question really baffled him and he didn't know if he did or not. If he slept with her, it wouldn't really have been that they got that far because he wanted her, not that he didn't want her. It's just that they were only there because of his stupid, stupid rebellion and-
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Merlin's Beard, what did he just do?
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The V.S.W wrapped her legs around Draco's legs, giving him permission to enter her, but he pulled away reluctantly.
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"I'll be right back," he said when she protested.
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Draco looked at his reflection in the mirror and it took everything not to look away. What has he turned into? He hurt so many girls and here was one more girl he was going to hurt.
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.
Not only that, he cared about her too.
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He opened the door and stopped dead in the doorway. Was that- no it couldn't be. But was it possible? Didn't he put that somewhere no one would find? He didn't tell anyone about it either, only one person knew where it was.
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Blaise.
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The V.S.W looked up at him and the tears were visible in her eyes already. She knew what it was that she was holding and it crushed Draco to know that not only did he not complete his rebellion but that he hurt Ginny Weasley too.