Just A Game- Chapter Two

Let the Games Begin

Disclaimer:

EMOkid: Eh, I don't own this.

Riku: Of course not, I do.

EMOkid: No you don't!

Riku: Yes I Do! I am the mastermind behind everything Daniel Radcliffe!

EMOkid: Shut the hell up. You're just one of the many obsessed fans who eventually become stalkers.

Riku: …

EMOkid: Now that, that shut her up. Neither of us own Harry Potter. All rights to it belong to J. K. Rowling. :walks away:

Riku:whispers: Daniel Radcliffe is still mine! MINE!

Warning:

Riku:Drools: Draco was so hot in the last chappy! When are him and Harry getting together!

EMOkid: I told you if you don't shut up I'll get the sledgehammer!

Riku: This is slash right? There's no icky femmslash is there?

EMOkid: There is femmslash you idiot. And it's not icky! Now go away before I-

Riku: Get the sledgehammer? Too late :Pulls out sledge hammer:

EMOkid: No. Before I do this. :zaps Riku with taser:

Riku: OWWWW :faints:

EMOkid: Better get used to that. They'll do it a lot when you become a stalker.

Thanks:

AmazingSpork: Me too. But short for me is six pages. Hehe. I like to type. It fun. :)

Lady Felton1: Hehe. Thanks. I have to go look up the word incorporated now… just kidding. Hehe.

Charmed Lassie: Wish I could answer that question right now but I cant. It would probably give things away. Hehe.

Icy-Shadow: Yep. I like to update soon because I just hate waiting for fics to be updated.

Lain-Iris: Thanks hehe. Well they cant but lets just say Draco found a way to. Yep. Like dark magic or a special artifact or I'll just leave it to your imagination. Heh. And Hermione went in that shower because she did. Or else the story wouldn't work. Okay I'm done explaining. Hehe. I don't I'll make it perverted. I think the key is not using penis or pussy and stuff like that.

brokentoy19: I know. Very cute. I think they're just friends though. No matter how much they wouldn't admit that. Friends with :cough: er, benefits. Hehe. :)

On with the fic I guess…

(Ginny's POV)

I couldn't. No. I wouldn't trust myself. So I just watched her. Sobs raking her delicate form. That independent know-it-all façade breaking down. I could hear her gasped cries over the sound of the water. She looked so… broken. Like a fucking doll. Broken and torn to shreds.

I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong. A person I happen to bear a definitely unrequited love for was crying her heart out in a shower at a time she knows no one would come looking for her. Because she doesn't want to be found.

That was just like her. She never wants to let anyone in. Never. Just like Draco. Just like me. But she couldn't be like us. Two people with tortured memories that haunt us in our nightmares. At least I hoped not. I hoped she never had had to go through anything we did. No one should.

She fell to her knees still sobbing. A bit louder than before. She started to rock herself. Back and forth. Holding herself tightly while the water poured down on her bare back. It was a broken sight. A heart shattering sight. And it happened to be my heart that shattered. My heart that started to break.

The next thing I knew she was in my arms. I couldn't remember getting closer to her or kneeling next to her. But I was. All thoughts of what I might do, of what I might let slip out. Gone. She just cried in my arms and let me hold her. The water and tears drenching the towel still wrapped around me. But I didn't care. As long as I held her.

When the bawling was reduced to slight shivers and sniffling she didn't move to pull away. She didn't let go until we heard the creaking of the bathroom door and the cranky voices of a group of fifth year girls. It wasn't until then that she got up from the cold floor, looked me in the eyes and left. For that one moment those beautiful hazel eyes gave me pain. The anger mixed with fear took me by surprise and it hurt to look at her.
He was whistling. Merlin, I hate whistling. It just reminds me. Grabbing him roughly by the collar I pulled him securely behind the large statue. He was still whistling. Unsurprised. Like he knew I was going to do that. "Shut it Malfoy."

The whistling died and the grinning and smart remarks began. "Want a quick romp that badly Weaselette?"

"We need to talk ferret face."

"What about Weasely?" He sneered. He was in his sneering mode. I hated that.

I smiled sweetly. The sneering would stop soon. "About playing a little game."

"Hm… I was wondering when you'd want to start the kinky stuff." Okay, that was not what I had in mind.

My turn to sneer, "No."

He smirked leaning in closer until I felt his breath on my ear, "You look just lovely when you're angry." He growled and slapped my arse for further emphasis. This wasn't going to go anywhere if I didn't speak up.

"Not today Malfoy," I removed his hand from my arse, "I mean an actual game. Nothing kinky."

He pouted a bit, "Okay, I give. What kind of game?"

"The seduction type," I respond. A slight smile taking my lips, "the challenging kind."

At that last part I can see the glint in his gray eyes. He never passes up a challenge, "I accept your challenge Weaselette. Who shall I seduce? I have to admit I have had my eye on Loony Lovegood for a whil-"

I burst out in a fit of giggles, "Get off it Malfoy. You know you haven't."

"I suppose so. She's just not my type." He sighs dramatically.

"And just what is your type Malfoy? Tall dark and handsome?" I quipped knowingly, "I guess Luna'd be missing a few bits and pieces to fit your liking."

He started to sneer again, "Then I guess she's a bit more your type."

"Oh pish posh. You know I don't have a type."

"Wonder what Loony's type'd be…"

That was something to think about. I moved the conversation along a bit, "Well, we both know, people don't have a type they just… haven't me me!" I smiled brightly.

"Oh I'm sure they don't," Draco retorted rolling his eyes, "Can we just get on with the rules and regulations already?"

"Simple. First one to get laid wins. If you fall in love, you lose."

He looked smugly triumphant already, "fine. I choose Dean Thomas."

I clicked my tongue trying to hide me grin, "Not that easy Malfoy."

"What do you mean Weaselette?" The triumphant smirk faltered just a bit.

I just can't hide my grin anymore, "I get to choose your victim and you get the honor of choosing mine."

The blonde asked precociously but eagerly, "Who then?"

"Potter"

He didn't seem so eager anymore, "What! That's just impossible! The only person he'd ever seemed interested in was Chang and that cock sucker Black!"

"I've decided. You have to get Potter." I stated trying not to laugh my arse off. He just called Black a cock sucker.

'Cant get out of this one Draco.'

All of a sudden a malicious smirk crossed his lips, "Its my turn now Weaselette."

"Let the games begin." I said cockily. Just when I think my plan can't back fire.

It does.

"Granger."

(Ginny's POV)

I spotted her. A quick blur of bushy brown hair. I just needed to talk to her and so I followed.

I think she noticed me because I noticed how she seemed to be walking faster. Almost running. And then I too began to walk faster. Soon we were in an empty hall but Hermione still didn't acknowledge my presence. Just when I'm about to call out to her she turns a corner.

When I turn the very same corner I find her gone. Vanished. Or she could've just ran. I needed to know why she was crying. Something inside me just wanted to know. But the far too cold and competitive part of me just wanted to screw her and beat Draco. Actually all of me just wanted to screw her.

I walked down the absolutely deserted hall. It was kind of creepy. The noiseless and empty hall scared me I'll admit it. But the funny thing was, when I looked straight ahead there was a dead end.

'Where the bloody hell could she have gone?'

And then I hear a muffled sound. A groan. From my left. There's a door there. An empty forgotten classroom or perhaps an old broom closet. Cautiously I moved towards it, hand outstretched meeting the rusty knob. After a few minutes I heard another groan. I opened it. Just a bit. Just enough to see what was happening.

I gasped at the sight but the sound was covered by a rich moan. I couldn't believe my eyes. Vigorously I rubbed at my eyelids until all I could see were blotches of red and gold and then I looked again. It was still the same.

Hermione and the new defense against the dark arts teacher.

The sight killed me. More than seeing her crying in the shower. She was with another person. A gorgeous person sure. But still another person. I heard a sharp gasp and looked back up. There was blood on their lips. Whose, I didn't know but Hermione seemed to enjoy it.

And they kissed again. The blood traveled down her neck. Her lover followed the trail while pushing her harder against the wall. And then the gorgeous blonde bit the brown haired woman's neck roughly. Enough to tear the skin. More blood.

All Hermione did was arch her head back against the wall pulling her lover closer and moaning over and over again. Sure it all turned me on. But all the blood. How could she do that? And with a teacher. It was sick. Perverted. Arousing. It made me want to both throw up and join them at the same time.

I backed away. Closing the door and just running. I couldn't, wouldn't, believe what I'd just seen. Maybe Draco could help. Yes, Draco. I ran to where I knew he'd be.

(Draco's POV)

"…Potter?" I whisper sickly. How could she choose him? No doubt, it was a fair choice. Potter would be hard to get. But Granger was equally hard.

'Maybe I shouldn't have chosen Granger…'

It does give you an advantage.

'… but Ginny's already in love with her.'

That means you've already won. All you've got to do is fuck Potter.

'Me and Gin have an arrangement. We're there for each other. Sexually, mentally physically.'

But not emotionally Malfoy.

'Don't call me Malfoy!'

"Draco." Ginny's voice seems strained. Emotional.

This isn't part of the deal. There aren't supposed to be emotions. "What?"

"I know we said no emotions but… I saw… I-" she releases a chocked sob.

Now I'm worried. How does the Weaselette always seem to get me worried about her? I'm hugging her. "I'm here Ginny. You can tell me."

"Hermione. I saw her with… I saw her…"

This seems like its not going anywhere. I wont push it. I know she's got enough to deal with. I know what Riddle did to her. What he does to her. In her dreams when she thinks I'm asleep. But I hear her screaming. And I know she can hear me when she's awake and I'm not.

"Sh…" I soothe rocking her gently in my arms, "You'll be fine Gin. You just need a good cry."

"Draco. I saw her. The blood. The teeth. The pain. The pleasure. It reminded me of him Draco. It reminded me…"

"It's okay Gin. He's gone and he can't hurt you. I'll protect you. I promise." Her hair feels so soft so silky. Just running my fingers through it. I've never comforted anyone until Ginny came along. And no one's ever comforted me.

Author's Note:

Yay! I feel accomplished. Seven pages. That's good enough right? I wanna write more though. I like this story. Way angstier and sweeter than any of my others. At least that's what I think.

Now you guys know a bit more about their 'arrangement' 'friendship' whatever you'd like to call it. And I know ya can't guess who the defense against the dark arts teacher is. Muahahaha. Maybe you can but oh well. You'll probably find out next chapter. Maybe.

P.S. I just started writing it all down I don't really have a plot here. Wish I did. I guess my peanut of a brain will figure it out soon. Hehe. C Ya!