Just A Game- Chapter Four

Be Mine

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

Warning: Slash. Femmslash. Yep. Roughness. Hm… maybe.

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(Ginny's POV)

The ball is beautiful. Just beautiful. Festive banners hang from the ceiling. Walls are covered with House crest. A stage at the far end of the humungous room. The Griffyndors and Ravenclaws really did a great job at decorating. The food is delicious. Though I think someone has spiked the punch. The music playing is fairly suitable.

So… why am I so down in the dumps?

Oh, it's nothing really. Just that a certain someone decided not to show up at the dance. You guessed it. Hermione. I haven't spoken to the brunette since what happened in the shower. And every time I come close to it, I lose grip and chicken out. Maybe Draco has got this 'in the bag'. Maybe my sarcastic blonde frien… no. Not friend. Business partner. That's more suitable. Maybe he might actually win.

I perish the thought when I see the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walk in. Wearing a mask doesn't hide the lustful magic emitting off of the radiant instructor. I look away. I just can't look at the person I know just walked in after having sex with the woman I'm infatuated with. How do I know that's where she's been?

It's fairly obvious. One, showing up late. Two, the grin on that pretty face. Three, I saw our lovely professor sneakily 'wandering' into Griffyndor tower.

After what I saw the other day in that old abandoned classroom. I've decided I don't love her. No. I don't. I cant. And I wont. I, Virginia Weasely, am definitely not in love with Hermione Granger. Its just infatuation. Lust. Obsession. This is all just a game and I am going to win it. I have to.

"Where is that damned prat?" I mutter.

"Lighten up Weaselette. I had a few things to take care of." I almost don't recognize him. Dressed in what seems like a pirates costume from one of those romantic movies. He's wearing a black mask covering just around his eyes and his shirt is made of some sort of pillowy material. And…

"You colored your hair orange?" I scoff.

He frowns. "No. It's gold. Okay. Not red. Not orange. G O L D. Gold."

"Aw… somebody's a little touchy." I tease the pouting boy.

The boy starts to speak but is cut of by Dumbldore. The white haired man stands on the stage, clearing his throat and catching everyone's attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome the Hogwarts Masquerade ball. Before you resume your earlier activities I would like to announce that we have a special performance tonight. An original song written by one of your fellow peers…" He pushes up his glasses as he reads a small card, "An… Admirer?"

"That's my cue. See ya later Ginnykins." Draco walks off and onto the stage.

(Draco's POV)

"That's my cue. See ya later Ginnykins." I can't ease down the gigantic grin on my face as I walk off. She hates that name. She really does. And the look on her face is just hilarious.

I'm on the stage now. Ready to sing my damned heart out. Just a little itsy bitsy song and I slip away into the shadows. Identity hidden. And hopefully our little raven-haired hottie will follow me out that door. This is going to be too much fun.

I have to admit I'm a bit nervous. Laughing at me 'ey? Yeh, well, shove it. I think I have a right to be a tad bit nervous. I'm on a stage in front of most of the upper classmen. Most. I see Granger's not here. And little Ginnykins is freaking out. I have got this.

"This goes out to… a special someone. I'm sure you know who you are." I take a quick glance at Potter who's simply awestruck.

'Perfect.'

I cue the music.

(Harry's POV)

'Oh hell…'

I'm a bit perturbed. It's a guy. My secret admirer is a guy. A boy. A man. Same as me. So…

'Oh bloody hell…'

What am I going to do? Who is the person? Why does it have to be a guy? Why do I find the thought of kissing a guy not so bad? Why don't I feel shocked when I think of a naked guy? A naked guy on top of me. A naked man behind me. Touching me.

'Ahrg! Don't think that. Its wrong!'

I jerk my attention back to the man on the stage when he speaks. "This goes out to… a special someone. I'm sure you know who you are."

He cues the music. Its exactly the same as the one my ring plays. I should know, I've only played it a million times. His smirk is a bit too arrogant. And that wink he just shot at me is too confident for my taste.

'Then why is it making me blush?'

No, I can't be thinking this. I'm Harry fucking Potter. The 'boy-who-lived'. God damn it. I'm perfectly male. I like girls. I'm expected to settle down, marry a woman, have children and be normal. Be what's expected.

… Why does every bone in my body tell me that's wrong? Why does my heart say to screw expectations and find out who the masked man is? More importantly why doesn't my mind keep saying no? Why does it keep telling me my gut is wrong my heart is wrong and expectations are right. Expectations are to be fulfilled. And I know the answer.

Duty.

I'm heading for the door when I hear it. I hear the music. Flowing smooth perfect. I hear him. His voice. Singing to the tune that's made my heart swell. I love his voice. And I think… I think I'm falling for this guy. I'm falling for him and I have no bloody idea who the hell he is.

Watching your every move

Staring at you across the room

I turn around. His eyes are on me. He's smirking. It's a bit unnerving

Trying to catch your attention

So that I can ask you my question

The boy struts over to the bass guitarist. He then proceeds to take the bass from the guitarist hands. Surprising everyone. Especially the guitarist. And the other band members. They break out in chorus.

I need you so much

And I yearn for your touch

All out of pick up lines

Will you ever be mine?

He is fairly good-looking. Though the mask covers half his face I can just tell he's good looking. Rich golden blonde hair. Striking eyes, I'm not so sure if they're gray or blue. All I know is they're somewhere in between and very hard to look away from. I notice the way his shirt is unbuttoned, exposing pale the pale skin of his chest.

'The boy is hot I've gotta give him that…'

Catching glimpses

Of you with my eyes

I begin to wonder

If you'll ever realize

I find my eyes lingering on his lithe body. Feminine yet boyishly built at the same time. Graceful but deceivingly primitive all at once. And the way he walks. Like a cat ready to pounce. Under the stage lights the sheen of sweat he's sporting seems to glow wonderfully. Albeit, he does seem familiar.

I need you so much

And I yearn for your touch

All out of pick up lines

Will you ever be mine?

Be mine

The chorus stops. And when his voice seems to go a pitch lower almost whispering. It seems to make me shiver. I can't help it.

Somehow I can't go on

Since I've waited so long

You are mandatory

Mandatory for me

He's looking directly at me. I feel myself being drawn closer. Closer to the stage. The moving of his lips. Pale peach in color almost pink.

Somehow I must ask you

If you'll be my rescue

From my lonely sorrow

Please be there tomorrow

The connection is broken. But I want his eyes back. I want them back on me. I don't know why but I just do. His tone goes back to being smooth and upbeat.

Seeing you makes my day

I wish there was some way

We could be together

We would last forever

I don't wanna waste time

I need some sort of sign

Something to let me know

Would you really say… no

After that the music stops the lights go out and its dark. The contact is broken and I can finally hear the frantic 'who do you think it is' whispers and the 'he's so hot' screams and the 'what are you doing Harry'… wait. That's Ron. There's someone tugging on my arm. I begin to turn around and just then the lights go back on. A bit dimmer this time. And the music begins to play again. The loudest instrument being the bass guitar. It's a solo. They all begin to sing again. Perfect melody with the bass blaring.

I need you so much

And I yearn for your touch

I promise I'd never

Hurt you or leave you ever

I'll be there by you side

Until the day I die

All out of pick up lines

Will you ever be mine?

Be mine

BE MINE

And the lights go out for the second time. Girls screaming. Guys roaring and hooting. My mind is buzzing and I've just got to find this guy. The charisma he gives off. I need to find out who he is. I need to find out… why me?

(Ginny's POV)

"Whoa… the sneaky bastard." I whisper basically to myself. No one can hear me. Most of the girls are swooning. The guys seem to be grunting consent and hooting out approval.

'He's gonna play dirty then… so am I…'

I watch as Harry makes his way to the side of the stage. It wont be long until Draco gets what he wants. If Harry's not too fed up with societies opinions I'm sure it'll work. I exit the room without so much as one look my way. And to the head girl's room we go.

Once I get there I knock on the door getting no response. I knock a bit louder. "Go away."

I knock again. 'Not gonna be that easy 'Mione'

"I said go away."

I stop a minute. Maybe I shouldn't. Well, maybe I should. Should… shouldn't… should… shouldn't…

I knock again. This time she opens the door. Finally.

"Look Ron. I said I didn't-"

"We need to talk." I cut her off. Slipping past her into her room.

She's standing there. I thought with a brain as quick as hers she'd realize I was inside already. I guess she's a bit shocked. "Hermione. We need to talk."

"Not right now Gin. I hav-"

"Not leaving 'til we talk Hermione. So I suggest you shut the door." I cut her off.

She shuts the door and walks over to her desk. Not looking me in the eye once, I might add. "Well, talk."

Okay. That was a bit bitchy. "What's going on with you Hermione?"

"What do you mean?"

So its gonna be the hard way. I cross my arms over my chest. Feet firmly rooted to where I stand. "I mean, what is going on with you? What happened in the shower? You remember the shower right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." The brunette replies defiantly. Going a bit rigid in her seat.

I growl a bit. Rubbing my forehead. She is a tad difficult. Stubborn. I guess I should be one to talk. I'm not backing down either. I stride over to the brunette standing a few feet behind her chair. "Don't lie Hermione. You were crying."

Before I get any closer she stands up. Her gaze penetrating. Eyebrows set in a frown. Hazel eyes glaring keeping my movements stopped. I'm lucky I can even breathe.

"You just have to come here and confront me. Why can't you just forget it? You want to know why? Why I was crying?" The hazel-eyed woman begins to advance on me. Her gaze never leaving mine. I can't look away. It just grips me. Those enticing swirls of cinnamon. We meet nose-to-nose and the shorter woman whispers threateningly, "Because I cant feel."

Feeling strangely enraged I sense the need to seethe back, "Does Fleur make you feel then?"

Hermione's eyes widen just a bit. Barely enough for me to catch the movement. And then her eyes revert to threatening angry slits, "A little. When her teeth sink into my flesh the sensation of tiny pinpricks devour me. When her nails sink into my back I can almost feel the pain. And when those nails slide inside of me I can almost almost feel the blade of a knife tearing at my skin. So yes Ginny. A little."

I glare in silence. Meeting Hermione's angered gaze. My mind reels. It spits out memories I never wanted to confront, while my body aches to relive those haunting memories.

For five years I hadn't felt anything. Nothing since him. Noting since what he had done. It was like nothing could compare to the 'experiments' he made me subject to. Nothing could top the euphoric feel of cold metal and sharp pain as he 'made love' to me. The sick bastard.

Hence, the pact with Draco. Not really pact but arrangement as we'd both come to call it. I knew if anybody found out about our little love affair there'd be pain. And I just need to fell it. Bask in it.

"You want to know just what made this revelation come about?" Hermione's talking again after what seems like forever, "Because of him. Because of Voldemort. The night we were taken captive. The night Harry couldn't save us, the night no one could. I had to watch as the Death Eaters conducted their little 'experiments' on Ron. I had to feel it when Voldemort raped me."

Her glare never dies. Though mine… falters. 'Voldemort…' "He…"

"That's right Gin. Ron got off Scot-free. Memory charm. Me? I can't forget it. Never. Feel sorry for the genius now Ginny?" Hermione sneers. She doesn't want pity.

I just… I

…I couldn't…

I slap her. My mind is gone. All thought of consequence. Boundaries. Anything but pain. Gone. All I have are primal urges. And a body that can carry them out.

"Did you feel that?"

(Hermione and Ginny's POV)

I rose a hand to my now red cheek. I felt that. I hated it. But still, I felt it. I had a taste of the pain my red headed friend could cause. And I want more.

Hermione shakes her head 'no'. But I know better. I slap her again. Harder. "Feel it know?"

I shake my head again. Denying the pain but praising it. Ginny brings her hand up again but I stop her. Quickly countering her attacks I slap her. Hard. Not holding back. She doesn't even flinch. The blue-eyed girl doesn't even move.

"It's no use Hermione. I've been numb for too long." I speak placidly. Its true. I have been too numb. Too long.

I release my wrist from Hermione's grip. Grabbing the older girl's wrist I pin her down against the bed. Straddling the brunette I hold her down quite effectively. "When you've been numb for five years you forget how to feel the pain, the pleasure. Sometimes even the warmth."

"What are you doing Ginny?" That look in her eye is frightening. It's like she's become a different person. No longer the cheerful stubborn or even over confident red head I know but someone else. Cynical, overbearing and downright frightening. I'm panicking. I thought I couldn't feel. I thought it wouldn't go this far.

But I was wrong. I can feel. The prickle of warmth spreading over me. The anxiety of what'll happen next. The stabbing pain in my chest. Burning pain and fear. An exciting combination. I struggle against the blue-eyed girl's hold.

Hermione struggles and I just tighten my grip around her wrist bringing them higher over her head. Making her struggles weak and useless. It's too late to get away. She let it out. I let her let it out. And now it won't all just go back in. I lean in closer. Sparks flying as my bruised cheek brushes hers. I whisper into the brunette's ear ever so softly. Ever so cynically, "I'll make you feel."

Author's Notes:

Okay. Hmm? Ima read it over before typing this. I really don't remember half of what I wrote. So sue me. I got up like twenty times. Hey, I'm only human. I get hungry and bored and tired and sometimes I need to use the tinkle room.

Wow. I wrote that. A bit scary. Maybe I got carried away. Hehe. It's not that scary. Is it? Ten full pages. I fell accomplished. Hehe. Hm… maybe some lovin' in the next chappy. Rough love. Hehe. For both parties. Tell me what you guys think. :)

Until the next Chapter of… Just A Game