Just A Game- Chapter Six
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Warning: I am going to attempt doing a slash scene. Yes. Attempt. Meaning, I might suck ass at writing it out. I dunno. This is going to be a bit tricky. Hehe.
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(Ginny's POV)
"I'll tell you what you've done Virginia Weasely. You've just had sex with Hermione Granger."
No.
It couldn't be…
…It cant
There's a hand on my shoulder, "To believe I thought you'd left me for the Malfoy…"
"… She isn't a bad choice though Virginia. Give it, she is a mudblood." The hand creeps down to my arm.
The cold hand squeezes my arm tightly and spins me with such force I almost fall. But the person holding me up doesn't drop me. And I'm scared. Staring into angry brown eyes. Angry. Hateful. Haunting. Evil.
"You know how we feel about mudbloods, don't we Virginia?"
(Harry and Draco's POV)
"…And you like it."
I shudder. The hot breathe encompassing and winding into my ear sends shrill shivers all over me. Full body shivers coursing through me. And I do like it. I love it. I want it, need it. Over and over in my mind the disapproving thoughts seep in. And all I can think is how wrong this is. But I don't stop it. I cant.
'It's wrong… wrong… all wrong…'As I place these soft kisses on the tanned skin of the man before me I cant help the thoughts roaming around in my head. How wrong this is. How its not supposed to be different. I'm not supposed to feel like I need the raven-haired boy. I'm not supposed to. And it's all wrong.
The stranger's kisses become more frantic. I'm loving it. The smooth yet roughness of his lips as they make their way lower. Unbuttoning my shirt along the way. And I don't care if it's wrong. I want it. I want him. He pulls the shirt off of me and pushes me against the wall a bit harder.
I make my way back up to the dark haired man's neck, nibbling softly at the muscled skin. He moans. What's this? I've found a soft spot and I'm not letting that go unnoticed. I suck a bit harder on the tender flesh. He moans again. That sensual sultry moan of his is driving me crazy.
There's a stirring in my knickers. I begin to tug at the blonde mans shirt. Tricky bit. I barely get half of it off of him before…
"Oh…" Potter groans in pleasure. My hand found its way on his chest. Flicking lightly over a nipple as I nuzzle at that soft spot on his neck. This is moving a bit too slow and I'm on a schedu-
"Merlin!" I guess I've surprised him. The blonde's lips leave my skin and I'm pushing him beck against a wall. Not to mention my hand is in his knickers stroking lightly against his erection. So help me, I thought it was all going to slow. I grin at the masked man, who smirks menacingly at me.
"Never figured you for the dominant type Potter." As soon as I've said it he's backed away. Hand out of my boxers and reaching for the stall door.
'Bloody fucking… shit….'
I'm thinking it cant be who I think it is. It just can't be. How stupid of me. About to shag a stranger. About to shag…. no it's not him. I reach for the stall but think better of it and whirl on the blonde man. I need to know who it is. And why. I reach for his mask.
He spins back around to face me, his angered emerald gaze a bit shocking. I take a step back but notice there's not way out. My back hits the wall. I wait for the blow. He's angry and he's going to hit me. I know it. And I'm scared out of my wits. My eyes shut as tight as I can make them go and I wait. Trying not to link this situation back to ones like it before. Back to the beatings with my father.
I stop halfway there. The man before me seems so scared. Like he's expecting me to hurt him. A contrast to his earlier actions. I pull my hand down back to my side. I don't know why. I just do. "Who are you?"
I open my eyes at the sound of his voice. He wasn't going to hit me? I must look pathetic. I hate looking pathetic. Weak. I hate being weak. I guess that's why my tone's gone a bit cold. "I don't think that really matters."
"Well I do. Why are you stalking me? And why the hell were you trying to shag me in this stall!"
Laughing a bit at that I regain confidence and step ever so slightly closer.
"First of all…"
I take another step.
"I didn't see you trying to stop me."
I take another step meeting the taller man nose to nose.
"And second…"
My hand finds its way back on his chest.
"…who said I wasn't finished trying?"
"What?" I hiss. I can't find the strength to move. The heat of the blonde mans hand on my chest is just too much. I feel myself becoming weak and aroused.
Suddenly, there are footsteps roaming around with a couple of voices to accompany them. "Great ball."
"Yeh, I loved the decorations."
"Agh… I've gotta take a leak. That punch is getting to me."
Then more footsteps and voices seem to appear.
"I think it was spiked."
"Have you guys seen Harry?"
At the last comment I jump recognizing Ron's voice. What they saw him here. In a stall with Merlin knows who. I begin to panic until the masked man hands me my shirt disappointedly and whispers, "We'll finish this later. If you'd like to keep this discreet, walk out three minutes after me."
"You know how we feel about mudbloods, don't we Virginia?"
She heard the man speaking. She'd tried to warn Draco thinking that he was Ginny's lover. She tried to warn him but failed. And now her friend was in trouble. One of the few people who actually paid heed to her humanity.
Luna wanted to stop the dark haired man but couldn't will herself to do so. She wasn't strong enough. Then there was the fact that she loved him. She knew it wasn't him. She knew it was the evil man. The man they do not speak of. It wasn't her Neville.
With that in mind she stepped from the shadows just as the brown haired boy slammed Ginny against the stonewall. She pulled out her wand muttering a spell that sent the boy flying. She ran to her red headed friend who stood unmoving.
"You must get up Virginia. He will not stay down for long." She urged the girl.
Ginny stood stalk still. Eyes wide. Pale and shaking.
There was a painful scream. Soon after a jagged whisper came from the brown haired boy, "Luna…"
The girl in question looked from her shocked and unresponsive friend to her hurt love. She didn't know what to do. "Virginia. Virginia… I'm going to check on Neville."
Luna moved towards the fallen man but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist and an almost inaudible, "Don't."
The man groaned in pain. "Help… me…"
"He's hurt. I have to-"
"Don't." This time the uttered word was more demanding and the hand around her wrist pulled her back.
Luna glared levelly at Ginny. But stopped. Ginny was right. What if it wasn't Neville calling to her. She had kept the secret long enough. Tom Riddle possessed Neville. And Tom Riddle wanted revenge.
Just then the portrait of the fat lady sprung open and out came Hermione. She looked at Ginny then Luna and then finally Neville. "What's going on?"
Neville's form rose chuckling slightly. He turned to the new arrival, "Hermione, nice of you to join us."
As Neville strode closer and closer to the gaping Hermione Ginny wanted to scream. But she couldn't. Her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat.
"Hermione! That's not Neville!" Luna pulled her arm from Ginny's now loose grip and ran towards the brunette.
Author's Note:
ACK! ACK! ACK!
So very very very sorry. I think it's a piece of crap. You probably do too and just bleh. It could have been longer but now I'm stuck.
Damn it. I can't edit this stupid thing on document manager. So, if there were any grammar mistakes, I am truly sorry.
Anyways, might be a while before I update. Heh.