Thanks guys for reviewing and reading. After a long wait with that awful
cliffie here is chapter 10. It's not all that but hey. I hope it's at least
acceptable.
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling OOTP would have been totally different, but I'm not , and I sadly cant control what happens in OOTP, nor can I claim that any of the original characters from the Harry Potter series are mine.
Chapter 10:
Reactions.
He had no time to think, no time to scheme. Before he had even registered what she had told him she was on her feet, pulling him off the ground. He got up slowly wondering when reality would hit her. When would she realise what she was doing? She was breaking her own rules, and it was exactly to his advantage.
She secured his lips once more in an intense lip lock before pulling away, her brown eyes sparkling with a hint of gold, sending him a mischievous smile of a seductress. Taking advantage of defenceless women was not Draco's style. The easy road was for the weak, only the craftless needed to take it. He was a Malfoy. He relied on his skill. The chase was the whole point of the game. He took pride in knowing that he charmed women through his schemes and wits, not through the lack of theirs. But this was different.
It wasn't because his mind was clouded by the sexual aura she was giving out . . .. It wasn't because he was craving to know what the skin hidden in those clothes tasted like. It wasn't because he wanted to see what she looked like in the heat of passion, glistening from the heat they shared, exhausted from the ecstasy. It was not because the desire he held for her, as she looked seductively at him her red hair moving slightly in the wind, was greater than the pride he held. It wasn't because somewhere deep inside him he wanted her- no, needed her for the sake of his sanity . . . at least that was what he told himself.
Those things had nothing to do with it. This was a bet. There were no rules, and for Brock he held no sportsmanship. She was just a Weasley. Her weakness was his strength. She faltered and he had to take the opportunity. Pride or no pride, he wanted this bet over as soon as possible, and he would take the opportunity for it to end, right now.
As she led him away from the garden, staggering slightly every few steps he cast a backwards look at Brock, not without a smirk. Content on the scowl Brock sent in return he restored his vision to Ginny, wrapping his arms around her, while they walked into the castle. Her lips were on his neck, teasing him as he led her throughout the empty halls. It became harder and harder for him to keep his mind straight. As she gently placed kisses along his neck her silky hair trailing behind them, making his muscles shudder involuntarily. She was driving his senses wild. He smelled seeking her scent. His sense of touch seemed only open to her skin, his eyes wished only to see her. He heard only her ragged breathing; he wished to taste only her. It was then he realised how long it had been since he had last done this. He had had rendezvous with Pansy, and the other Slytherins ever so often.but she was fresh, and pure. She was untarnished, his favourite kind. Knowing that he was the only one who she would have been with increased his need for her even more.
She gasped as Draco pushed her against the wall, pressing his body onto hers in pure passion. His lips fed hungrily into hers, enjoying her warmness, filling the desire that she had built up in him in the mere minutes from the courtyard. She gave in to him, wrapping her legs around him, kissing him in desperation as her hands searched wildly throughout his body.
He couldn't contain himself any longer. The passion was building up too strongly, too fast. He could feel the heat rush up to his face, the pulsing getting stronger throughout his body. He could hear her heart beat against his chest. It might have been the desire he held for her at that moment, or the satisfaction he felt from knowing that the bet would soon be won, but he didn't feel cool and calm, like Draco did. He didn't feel bored; he didn't feel like he had to be on top of everything. He didn't care to keep his cool. All he felt was the need, the passion, the desire to continue what had begun, and he did not wish to control it. Grabbing her from the wall they continued down to his room at a quickened pace.
Ginny's head spun, and her feet faltered every so often, her vision was blurry but the one thing she could see was his eyes. Back in the courtyard they were full of concern.concern for her. She had, for a moment, thought that it was concern for himself, for his hide if she got sick from his beer, but something beyond her reasoning told her that was not it, he was worried about her. And she believed it. She didn't want to judge people right now; she didn't want to be a sceptic, to doubt his motives. Even if it was just for one night she could let go, she wanted to do it. Even though it was only one night, she would be the object of Draco's affection.
His room was like a sanctuary to them both. It was the place they both sought to be, just the two of them, and the passion between them. Their lips did not part for an instant while Draco secured the door to his room. Nor did they part as they made their way to his bed. They did part as he laid her on his bed, positioning himself on top of her, running his fingers up the contours of her body, caressing her exposed skin. His jacket was long forgotten on the floor of his room, and Ginny seemed intent on making that the fate of his t-shirt, as he did the same to her corset, impatiently undoing the laces revealing her black lace bra fitting snugly to her firm breasts heaving with every breath.
Her hands fiddled with his belt buckle as he kissed her passionately along her the corners of her neck, and the ridges of her collarbone, slithering out of his pants. Moving to a sitting position he lifted her onto his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her smell lingered as she placed gentle kisses on his neck. Her arms caressing his face, moving along his shoulders, and down his firm chest.
He felt her press into him, the smell of her under his nose, her touch drifting down his back, her lips lingering on his neck. And then he felt her sudden intake of breath. She pulled away from him, the colour draining from her face leaving her pale; her lips thin and pressed together. She jerked as she took another sharp intake of breath refusing to release the air in her lungs, and he knew what this was leading up to. With the flick of his wand he summoned bucket from his bathroom to the bedside, and positioned her in front of it. Within seconds she was emptying what felt to her like everything she had eaten for the past two weeks into it.
With a sigh Draco got up lazily from his bed walking towards his bathroom calling out, "I'll get you a glass of water." After washing his face and filling a glass with water he made his way back to her. She was still face down into the bucket throwing up every 5 minutes. He knew how hard it must be for her who had hardly ever tasted alcohol in her life, much less for having experienced a hangover. She didn't know what to expect or how to cure it. He could very well have performed an anti-hangover charm on her, curing her almost instantly, but she deserved to suffer. He was so close to finally ending this bet and moving on with his life but she had to ruin it. He desired her, he would have enjoyed her, but she came in his way. Yes, he would enjoy seeing her suffer with every last drop in that bucket, with every wince she made the following day from the terrible headache she was going to experience. She deserved every ounce of it, for getting in his way, for preventing him from doing as he wished.
It was a cold dreary afternoon the next day mirroring Draco's mood. For one moment he thought this bet was going to be over, for one split second she had captivated him, kept him entranced. Last night he was attracted to her like he had never been. But he looked at her now, sleeping peacefully on his bed, her red hair sprawled on his silk green sheets and he was filled with nothing but disgust. This Weasley was the only one keeping him from winning. This Weasley was the one who kept him up half the night throwing up and groaning until he was forced to perform and anti hangover charm for the sake of his sleep. She was the reason he slept on the couch after concluding it was better than sleeping next to a Weasley. She was his latest challenge: To use the enemy for his own purposes, and he would have fun doing it.
Slipping on his robe he exited his room leaving her soundly asleep on his bed. He was up earlier than usual and she had another hour of rest before she would have to get ready for classes. He needed this time to get himself a calming cup of coffee, to erase any memory of the pervious night from mind. But what he needed wasn't what he got.
"So, what happened last night?" Brock sat on one of the couches a cup of coffee set on the table and the Daily Prophet before him. He looked at Draco, a small knowing smile on his face.
"What do you think?" Draco replied not at all shaken by Brock's smile. He could know nothing of what happened last night. If Draco played his cards right he could get out of this bet without having made any of the sacrifices.
"I think you failed," He said plainly. "You got nowhere with her."
"And how would you come to that conclusion?" Draco inquired in a humoured tone.
Brock took off a sliver necklace from his pocket and dangled it before Draco's. Its pendant was a sparkling sliver incomplete circle.
"What is it?" Draco inquired, though he hardly seemed interested at all. "It's a spion."
"What does it do?"
"It's quite simple really-" Brock started.
"Well of course it's simple Brock, you thought it up." Draco interjected.
Taking no heed to Draco, Brock continued, "You see, until you complete this bet it will remain exactly as is, but the moment you do complete it, this pendant will-"
"Magically bind together to become a perfect, unceasing circle," Draco finished for him.
"Exactly," Brock commented, amazed.
"My father used to have one," Draco replied in answer to his unasked question. "That's old wizard magic, Brock, it's illegal."
"That it is. And so are half of those books you keep in your library."
"Where'd you get it?"
"That, my friend, isn't important," Brock replied. "What is important is that, as you can see," Brock spoke as he held the pendant before Draco, "it hasn't been bound yet. Which means, you haven't completed the bet."
"Yet," Draco pointed out. "The year isn't over yet Brock. Don't doubt that by the end of this year I'll have won, and you, my friend, will be without your Firebolt, and my Nimbus."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Brock replied.
"Oh, but we already have."
They had been playing this game for so long that nothing surprised her now. She had grown used to Draco's touches and caresses when they were in public. She was accustomed to the act that they put up so much that she hardly saw it as an act. It was a routine. It came naturally to her to plant little kisses on him, or to go to him whenever he was around. It became a reflex action when he looked into her eyes with his coy smile on that she reached for his face, and pulled him into a kiss. She wasn't startled anymore when he came from behind her and nibbled on her neck between classes. Nothing he did surprised her much.. except this.
"You want me to do what?" she asked him again, a shocked expression on her face.
"It's really not that unusual, Gin. It's two weeks to Christmas," he told her.
"No no no wait a second. You want me to do WHAT?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "You're making more of this than it should be."
"I'm not doing this."
"Be reasonable Weasley-"
"Be reasonable?! You don't know my parents. They won't allow it."
"So what do you plan to do for the holidays? Stay home with your prats for brothers?" he took a seat next to her on the stands of the deserted Quidditch pitch. "There'll be no way for Potter to escape us then, no Chang for him to run to. He'll be so jealous he'll be going out of his mind. But, if you're content with the usual Christmas vacation.."
"Why can't it be at your house? "
"Do you really want to be alone in my house?"
He had a point there. The last place she wanted to be was in Malfoy Manor with Lucius Malfoy. Who knew what he held in that house. Considering everything she heard her father saying that house held nothing good.
"But Draco you're not thinking this through. What about my parents? Not to mention yours. You can't just say you're staying over at the Weasley's for Christmas. They won't accept it."
"You don't worry about my parents, I'll take care of that. And as for yours, if you can fool a whole school into thinking that you're madly in love with me then you can certainly deal with them."
Narcissa set her glass of orange juice down on the table as she picked up the letter her son had sent her.
"What's that?" Lucius asked in mild interest.
"Letter from Draco it seems," she replied in her soft, emotionless voice.
"Well open it then, maybe he's got some news about what's going on in Hogwarts that will be some use to the organisation."
"Why of course dear, he couldn't possibly be writing to say how he is. That isn't as important," she said with a hint of sarcasm that her husband seemed not to notice. She slowly unsealed the parchment and began reading:
'Mother
Don't send the coachman to pick me up for Christmas vacation. I won't be coming home.'
"What does it say?" Lucius asked.
"Draco's not coming home for Christmas," Narcissa said softly, her eyes filled with concern. Fearful thoughts were running through her mind. Draco couldn't be leaving, could he? Did they push him too far? Was he fed up of this life that he lived? He often complained to her, but she had come to believe that that was Draco. He was never satisfied with what you gave him. Was she wrong?
"Where is he going to then?" Lucius inquired.
She continued reading the rest of the letter:
'Oh stop worrying mother. I'm just staying at a friend's house.'
"He's staying at a friends house," she told Lucius.
"Jolly good then," he said and continued reading the Daily Prophet.
She returned to the letter and continued reading the rest of it:
'Tell father thanks for his concern.' She frowned at her son's use of sarcasm. Any of the other children she knew would have been furious, if not hurt for being treated as his father did to him, but not Draco. It was as if he didn't care.. Or feel. and at times that scared her.
"Aren't you even worried at all about him? We have no idea where he is!" she told Lucius.
"It's not as if he gave us no clue. He said he's at a friend's house. He's probably spending the holidays with some girl from school. He's certainly capable of taking care of himself. It's not like he's run off with Potter supporters or something of that sort. We can be sure of that much."
'Dad, now don't get upset, but I've invited Draco Malfoy to spend Christmas with us.' She crumpled the parchment up adding it to the pile she had made on the table next to her. This was absolutely ridiculous. There was no way in hell that they were letting Malfoy come within a foot of their house.
"Hi mum hi dad, we're having company for Christmas. Who? Well I've asked Draco Malfoy, the son of the man you loath dad, to stay at our house. Oh I know he's made fun of it a million times, and had a good time teasing us about being poor but I'm sure he'll love it there. Oh don't worry, mum, I'm sure the death eater Lucius wouldn't mind his son staying at his enemy's house, with Harry Potter. And I'm sure Ron wouldn't mind it either. Even though he's cursed Draco over and over, I'm sure deep down inside he loves him," she muttered sarcastically. She was crazy for thinking this had a chance, and even crazier for taking that chance. With a sigh she took up her quill and began writing once more. It was all worth it if it would help her to get Harry.
She took out another piece of parchment from her bag and set it on the library table. After taking a hard long look at it she started writing again.
'Hi mum, hi dad. How're things at the burrow?'
She thought of a thousand ways to phrase what she wanted to say, but they were all counteracted by the angry shout of her father yelling 'I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!' and the image of her mother shredding it up while saying how ridiculous she was being that she envisioned in her head.
"What are you doing?" Draco whispered softly into her ear as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Giving myself a headache, that's what I'm doing," she replied, not amused.
"Is it that hard to write a letter?" he said, smirking and taking a seat next to her.
"You try asking your father if you can bring home the daughter of the family you loathe."
"We've already been through this."
"Oh really? Well run it by me one more time why I have to be the one to risk getting a howler because Draco Malfoy wants to sing carols with me and my family at the dinner table!!!"
Rolling his eyes he sighed and asked, "What do you have so far?"
She picked up the parchment and started reading, "Hi mum, hi dad. How're things at the burrow?"
"And?" he asked expectantly.
"And I have to ask to have you stay," she replied.
"So ask it," he told her.
"Ok, how about.. 'I won't be coming home alone for the holidays'?" she said.
"Good."
"I've invited Draco Malfoy to come spend it with us."
"No."
"No what?"
"No, you haven't invited Draco Malfoy," he told her.
"What? Yes I did. Well, you invited yourself but I really don't see how that will help the situation.."
"You didn't invite Draco Malfoy, you invited a friend to stay over," he hinted.
"Perfect." She began scribbling down the rest of the letter to the parchment. The two made their way to the owlry where they attached it to Firebolt and watched him fly away. "I guess we just have to wait and see what they say," she said. There was no reply. She turned to Draco and saw him looking off into the sky, lost in his thought. "Draco?" she said trying to catch his attention. She poked him in the shoulder, "Draco?"
He looked at her, frowning and worried, "You don't really sing carols, do you?"
Harry was unusually dreading the Christmas Vacation. Oh how he would miss Cho, and how he would miss the times they had, and the laughs they shared, he was feeling down already even thinking of a day without smelling her scent, and he loved the long talks that they had.excluding the one's about Cedric that she always seemed to bring in, but 'that wasn't her fault'. And they promised each other to keep their love sacred. And they would write everyday, and maybe even twice a day because they couldn't bear to be apart.and Ginny swore that she would have strangled someone if she had to hear more about those two at the breakfast table.
She was not in the best of moods that morning. Any moment now, she knew, her owl would be delivering a reply from her parents. And while she was almost convinced that it would be a yes, she couldn't help thinking about what she would do after the letter. For the time Draco was a friend, and welcomed by her parents, but the minute he stepped foot on that platform all of that would change and she was definitely not looking forward to her father's reaction.. Or any of them for that matter. The screeching of owls was heard in the distance, and then the flapping of wings became audible over the chatter of the Great Hall. She looked up searching for Firebolt, and sure enough, there he was, a parchment tied to his leg swooping down onto the table.
As she read the letter she could hear her heart thumping in her chest, her breathing sharp. She didn't know whether to feel happy or afraid. The plan was going just as they intended. She was allowed to have a friend over, but that didn't calm her spirits. The question still remained: would her parents allow Draco Malfoy?
At times like this Draco Malfoy would have woken up panting and sweating from the horror of it. Poverty was one of the things that frequented his nightmares... That and frolicking with a mudblood.
He had almost hoped this was one of his nightmares, but no matter how many times he tried to will himself to wake up the same view was before him. He was standing in front of a broken down wooden . . . place. They called it the burrow and from the looks of it he was sure that it lived up to its name . . . or rather down to its name. He could hardly call it a house with its creaky door, aged wood and rusty roof. As he slipped his hands into his slacks he thought over the trip that brought him to this poverty stricken, tasteless abode.
::Flashback::
"Could you walk any faster?" He called sarcastically to her as she sped through the crowd on platform 9 ¾.
"We'll be in enough trouble as it is when dad sees you, we don't need to add being late to it."
"Crabbe and Goyle can't keep up and I need by bags."
"Ever think of carrying them yourself?"
"What have you been drinking?"
Rolling her eyes she came to a halt. "We're here," she said staring at the wall between the platforms.
"Aren't you going to go through it?" he told her slowly.
"Yes . . . Yes, I am . . . No . . . Draco maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"Don't be ridiculous, of course it is."
"Easy for you to say, what have you got to lose?" She glanced at him, anxiety evident on her face.
"A house full of Weasley's, with my parents having no clue where to find me . . . hmmm, just my life, but that's not much."
She laughed, "Okay, you're right. I'll go through first." He watched as her form disappeared into the wall and turned to wait for Crabbe and Goyle with his bags.
"It's about time you two got here," he told them impatiently.
"Sorry Draco, we ran into Brock on the way," Goyle said.
"Brock?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, he wanted to know what you're doing this Christmas."
"And what did you tell him?" He asked them, dangerously low.
The two exchanged glances before Crabbe gave the nervous answer: "W-we told him what you told us."
"And what is that exactly?" Draco snapped, his patience with the two diminishing while his anger flared. Brock could ruin everything he had planned.
"Th-that you're staying at some girl's house . . . we couldn't remember her name, and that we weren't to tell your father where you were."
Draco thanked the heavens for their short-term memory, while at the same time cursing for even telling them anything. It wouldn't take Brock long enough to figure it out, and who knew what he would do once he did?"
"I'll take my bags from here," he said coldly. Pushing the trolley with his trunk and his owl cage he crossed over the platform and stepped into the Weasley family reunion.
"-gotten so big. You look so beautiful," the balding do-gooder Mr Weasley told Ginny. "Wait till mum sees you." He pulled her into a hug and stepped back to admire her with proud eyes. The scene had made Draco rather annoyed and bored to the extent that he let his gaze wander until they had stumbled across a topic of interest. "So who's this friend you've got?" Mr Weasley asked brightly.
"You haven't got Loony Lovegood over, have you?" Ron asked, jokingly.
Ginny laughed uneasily, "Err.umm . . . no . . ."
"So who is it then?" Mr Weasley urged. Draco sensed his queue, and silently stepped out from the shadows.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry seethed as he spotted Draco.
"Ginny, tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing," Ron said.
"What is she doing?" Mr Weasley asked, confused.
"Err, Dad," Ginny said her voice going squeaky. She cleared her throat. "Dad," she continued, "about my friend, umm . . . this is him." Draco nodded his head in acknowledgement, trying to keep a straight face at the old man's open-mouthed expression.
'This is Draco Malfoy," Mr Weasley said as if stating the fact showed the obvious absurdity of the situation.
"Yes sir, I am," Draco answered in a tone that suggested the man was partly senile.
"I WILL NOT HAVE IT!!" Mr Weasley yelled making Ginny, Ron and Harry flinch.
"Daddy, Daddy calm down," Ginny pleaded.
"Harry, Ron and Ginny get your bags. We're taking a cab. Mr Malfoy can get to his home on his own," he said ignoring Ginny.
Ron and Harry smirked loathingly at Draco and headed to one of the empty cars on the sidewalk outside of the platform. Ginny followed, her face sullen.
Mr Weasley began searching through his wallet for the money when Harry interjected: "Oh, no Mr Weasley. Don't worry about that, I'll pay," he offered.
"There's not enough room for us all and our luggage," Ginny said.
"She's right," Ron responded.
"I'll take her," Draco's voice came from behind them.
"I said I was paying for everyone Malfoy," Harry told him angrily.
"Well then pay Potter, but she'll stay in another cab with me."
"I'm not paying for you," Harry said to him.
"Well then I'll pay for both of us."
No, you're not paying for her-" "Well then make up your mind scarhead."
"How about I make up yours," Harry said threateningly his fists clenched.
"Harry stop it," Ginny said sternly. "Look, there's no room in there anyway. Daddy, I'll just go with Draco and I'll go right home."
"How about I ride in the cab with you." Mr Weasley told her, looking darkly at Draco.
"You can't leave Draco alone with Ron and Harry."
"Sure I can. I work in the ministry. Whatever those two do to him, I can cover."
"Dad, you don't understand. Draco knows about the Dark Arts," She hinted.
"Well I certainly am not leaving him alone with you."
"Who do you trust more: Ron or me?"
Mr Weasley walked to the cab driver, "look, you better have these two home in ten minutes, you hear? No more. Malfoy, I'll deal with you on my turf."
And now there he was, standing in front of the burrow with a feeling of disgust in the pit of his stomach, Ginny at his side. A few moments later another vehicle pulled up to the house and the slamming of the doors was heard signalling the entrance of Mr Weasley, Harry and Ron.
Harry ran up to Ginny, "Good, you're here. Now Malfoy can take his cab back home."
"I could," Draco started, "But I'm not about to. I was invited here."
"Well you're not welcome," Harry replied.
"And who says? Because that's not what I heard from Ginny, unlike you she actually wants me to be here."
"Ginny doesn't deserve you Malfoy."
"And who does she deserve? You?" he said with a laugh. "Poor old Potter who's the sucker for Chang. Face it Potter, the only life you'll have is with Chang, and Voldermort."
"You'd know all about that wouldn't you, you death eater?"
"You'd know all about death wouldn't you Potter? Having Mummy, and daddy, and poor old godfather dead right in front of you're eyes."
"Don't tempt me Malfoy," Harry said his hands clenched.
"I Think I already have," Draco replied. The two glared at each other their fists clenched ready to belt at any moment.
It was Harry who gave the first strike.
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Yup, I think that's it. I hope you guys like it. I'll update as soon as I can, though there isn't much of a cliffie here. Please review and tell me what you think! See you on the flipside.
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling OOTP would have been totally different, but I'm not , and I sadly cant control what happens in OOTP, nor can I claim that any of the original characters from the Harry Potter series are mine.
Chapter 10:
Reactions.
He had no time to think, no time to scheme. Before he had even registered what she had told him she was on her feet, pulling him off the ground. He got up slowly wondering when reality would hit her. When would she realise what she was doing? She was breaking her own rules, and it was exactly to his advantage.
She secured his lips once more in an intense lip lock before pulling away, her brown eyes sparkling with a hint of gold, sending him a mischievous smile of a seductress. Taking advantage of defenceless women was not Draco's style. The easy road was for the weak, only the craftless needed to take it. He was a Malfoy. He relied on his skill. The chase was the whole point of the game. He took pride in knowing that he charmed women through his schemes and wits, not through the lack of theirs. But this was different.
It wasn't because his mind was clouded by the sexual aura she was giving out . . .. It wasn't because he was craving to know what the skin hidden in those clothes tasted like. It wasn't because he wanted to see what she looked like in the heat of passion, glistening from the heat they shared, exhausted from the ecstasy. It was not because the desire he held for her, as she looked seductively at him her red hair moving slightly in the wind, was greater than the pride he held. It wasn't because somewhere deep inside him he wanted her- no, needed her for the sake of his sanity . . . at least that was what he told himself.
Those things had nothing to do with it. This was a bet. There were no rules, and for Brock he held no sportsmanship. She was just a Weasley. Her weakness was his strength. She faltered and he had to take the opportunity. Pride or no pride, he wanted this bet over as soon as possible, and he would take the opportunity for it to end, right now.
As she led him away from the garden, staggering slightly every few steps he cast a backwards look at Brock, not without a smirk. Content on the scowl Brock sent in return he restored his vision to Ginny, wrapping his arms around her, while they walked into the castle. Her lips were on his neck, teasing him as he led her throughout the empty halls. It became harder and harder for him to keep his mind straight. As she gently placed kisses along his neck her silky hair trailing behind them, making his muscles shudder involuntarily. She was driving his senses wild. He smelled seeking her scent. His sense of touch seemed only open to her skin, his eyes wished only to see her. He heard only her ragged breathing; he wished to taste only her. It was then he realised how long it had been since he had last done this. He had had rendezvous with Pansy, and the other Slytherins ever so often.but she was fresh, and pure. She was untarnished, his favourite kind. Knowing that he was the only one who she would have been with increased his need for her even more.
She gasped as Draco pushed her against the wall, pressing his body onto hers in pure passion. His lips fed hungrily into hers, enjoying her warmness, filling the desire that she had built up in him in the mere minutes from the courtyard. She gave in to him, wrapping her legs around him, kissing him in desperation as her hands searched wildly throughout his body.
He couldn't contain himself any longer. The passion was building up too strongly, too fast. He could feel the heat rush up to his face, the pulsing getting stronger throughout his body. He could hear her heart beat against his chest. It might have been the desire he held for her at that moment, or the satisfaction he felt from knowing that the bet would soon be won, but he didn't feel cool and calm, like Draco did. He didn't feel bored; he didn't feel like he had to be on top of everything. He didn't care to keep his cool. All he felt was the need, the passion, the desire to continue what had begun, and he did not wish to control it. Grabbing her from the wall they continued down to his room at a quickened pace.
Ginny's head spun, and her feet faltered every so often, her vision was blurry but the one thing she could see was his eyes. Back in the courtyard they were full of concern.concern for her. She had, for a moment, thought that it was concern for himself, for his hide if she got sick from his beer, but something beyond her reasoning told her that was not it, he was worried about her. And she believed it. She didn't want to judge people right now; she didn't want to be a sceptic, to doubt his motives. Even if it was just for one night she could let go, she wanted to do it. Even though it was only one night, she would be the object of Draco's affection.
His room was like a sanctuary to them both. It was the place they both sought to be, just the two of them, and the passion between them. Their lips did not part for an instant while Draco secured the door to his room. Nor did they part as they made their way to his bed. They did part as he laid her on his bed, positioning himself on top of her, running his fingers up the contours of her body, caressing her exposed skin. His jacket was long forgotten on the floor of his room, and Ginny seemed intent on making that the fate of his t-shirt, as he did the same to her corset, impatiently undoing the laces revealing her black lace bra fitting snugly to her firm breasts heaving with every breath.
Her hands fiddled with his belt buckle as he kissed her passionately along her the corners of her neck, and the ridges of her collarbone, slithering out of his pants. Moving to a sitting position he lifted her onto his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her smell lingered as she placed gentle kisses on his neck. Her arms caressing his face, moving along his shoulders, and down his firm chest.
He felt her press into him, the smell of her under his nose, her touch drifting down his back, her lips lingering on his neck. And then he felt her sudden intake of breath. She pulled away from him, the colour draining from her face leaving her pale; her lips thin and pressed together. She jerked as she took another sharp intake of breath refusing to release the air in her lungs, and he knew what this was leading up to. With the flick of his wand he summoned bucket from his bathroom to the bedside, and positioned her in front of it. Within seconds she was emptying what felt to her like everything she had eaten for the past two weeks into it.
With a sigh Draco got up lazily from his bed walking towards his bathroom calling out, "I'll get you a glass of water." After washing his face and filling a glass with water he made his way back to her. She was still face down into the bucket throwing up every 5 minutes. He knew how hard it must be for her who had hardly ever tasted alcohol in her life, much less for having experienced a hangover. She didn't know what to expect or how to cure it. He could very well have performed an anti-hangover charm on her, curing her almost instantly, but she deserved to suffer. He was so close to finally ending this bet and moving on with his life but she had to ruin it. He desired her, he would have enjoyed her, but she came in his way. Yes, he would enjoy seeing her suffer with every last drop in that bucket, with every wince she made the following day from the terrible headache she was going to experience. She deserved every ounce of it, for getting in his way, for preventing him from doing as he wished.
It was a cold dreary afternoon the next day mirroring Draco's mood. For one moment he thought this bet was going to be over, for one split second she had captivated him, kept him entranced. Last night he was attracted to her like he had never been. But he looked at her now, sleeping peacefully on his bed, her red hair sprawled on his silk green sheets and he was filled with nothing but disgust. This Weasley was the only one keeping him from winning. This Weasley was the one who kept him up half the night throwing up and groaning until he was forced to perform and anti hangover charm for the sake of his sleep. She was the reason he slept on the couch after concluding it was better than sleeping next to a Weasley. She was his latest challenge: To use the enemy for his own purposes, and he would have fun doing it.
Slipping on his robe he exited his room leaving her soundly asleep on his bed. He was up earlier than usual and she had another hour of rest before she would have to get ready for classes. He needed this time to get himself a calming cup of coffee, to erase any memory of the pervious night from mind. But what he needed wasn't what he got.
"So, what happened last night?" Brock sat on one of the couches a cup of coffee set on the table and the Daily Prophet before him. He looked at Draco, a small knowing smile on his face.
"What do you think?" Draco replied not at all shaken by Brock's smile. He could know nothing of what happened last night. If Draco played his cards right he could get out of this bet without having made any of the sacrifices.
"I think you failed," He said plainly. "You got nowhere with her."
"And how would you come to that conclusion?" Draco inquired in a humoured tone.
Brock took off a sliver necklace from his pocket and dangled it before Draco's. Its pendant was a sparkling sliver incomplete circle.
"What is it?" Draco inquired, though he hardly seemed interested at all. "It's a spion."
"What does it do?"
"It's quite simple really-" Brock started.
"Well of course it's simple Brock, you thought it up." Draco interjected.
Taking no heed to Draco, Brock continued, "You see, until you complete this bet it will remain exactly as is, but the moment you do complete it, this pendant will-"
"Magically bind together to become a perfect, unceasing circle," Draco finished for him.
"Exactly," Brock commented, amazed.
"My father used to have one," Draco replied in answer to his unasked question. "That's old wizard magic, Brock, it's illegal."
"That it is. And so are half of those books you keep in your library."
"Where'd you get it?"
"That, my friend, isn't important," Brock replied. "What is important is that, as you can see," Brock spoke as he held the pendant before Draco, "it hasn't been bound yet. Which means, you haven't completed the bet."
"Yet," Draco pointed out. "The year isn't over yet Brock. Don't doubt that by the end of this year I'll have won, and you, my friend, will be without your Firebolt, and my Nimbus."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Brock replied.
"Oh, but we already have."
They had been playing this game for so long that nothing surprised her now. She had grown used to Draco's touches and caresses when they were in public. She was accustomed to the act that they put up so much that she hardly saw it as an act. It was a routine. It came naturally to her to plant little kisses on him, or to go to him whenever he was around. It became a reflex action when he looked into her eyes with his coy smile on that she reached for his face, and pulled him into a kiss. She wasn't startled anymore when he came from behind her and nibbled on her neck between classes. Nothing he did surprised her much.. except this.
"You want me to do what?" she asked him again, a shocked expression on her face.
"It's really not that unusual, Gin. It's two weeks to Christmas," he told her.
"No no no wait a second. You want me to do WHAT?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "You're making more of this than it should be."
"I'm not doing this."
"Be reasonable Weasley-"
"Be reasonable?! You don't know my parents. They won't allow it."
"So what do you plan to do for the holidays? Stay home with your prats for brothers?" he took a seat next to her on the stands of the deserted Quidditch pitch. "There'll be no way for Potter to escape us then, no Chang for him to run to. He'll be so jealous he'll be going out of his mind. But, if you're content with the usual Christmas vacation.."
"Why can't it be at your house? "
"Do you really want to be alone in my house?"
He had a point there. The last place she wanted to be was in Malfoy Manor with Lucius Malfoy. Who knew what he held in that house. Considering everything she heard her father saying that house held nothing good.
"But Draco you're not thinking this through. What about my parents? Not to mention yours. You can't just say you're staying over at the Weasley's for Christmas. They won't accept it."
"You don't worry about my parents, I'll take care of that. And as for yours, if you can fool a whole school into thinking that you're madly in love with me then you can certainly deal with them."
Narcissa set her glass of orange juice down on the table as she picked up the letter her son had sent her.
"What's that?" Lucius asked in mild interest.
"Letter from Draco it seems," she replied in her soft, emotionless voice.
"Well open it then, maybe he's got some news about what's going on in Hogwarts that will be some use to the organisation."
"Why of course dear, he couldn't possibly be writing to say how he is. That isn't as important," she said with a hint of sarcasm that her husband seemed not to notice. She slowly unsealed the parchment and began reading:
'Mother
Don't send the coachman to pick me up for Christmas vacation. I won't be coming home.'
"What does it say?" Lucius asked.
"Draco's not coming home for Christmas," Narcissa said softly, her eyes filled with concern. Fearful thoughts were running through her mind. Draco couldn't be leaving, could he? Did they push him too far? Was he fed up of this life that he lived? He often complained to her, but she had come to believe that that was Draco. He was never satisfied with what you gave him. Was she wrong?
"Where is he going to then?" Lucius inquired.
She continued reading the rest of the letter:
'Oh stop worrying mother. I'm just staying at a friend's house.'
"He's staying at a friends house," she told Lucius.
"Jolly good then," he said and continued reading the Daily Prophet.
She returned to the letter and continued reading the rest of it:
'Tell father thanks for his concern.' She frowned at her son's use of sarcasm. Any of the other children she knew would have been furious, if not hurt for being treated as his father did to him, but not Draco. It was as if he didn't care.. Or feel. and at times that scared her.
"Aren't you even worried at all about him? We have no idea where he is!" she told Lucius.
"It's not as if he gave us no clue. He said he's at a friend's house. He's probably spending the holidays with some girl from school. He's certainly capable of taking care of himself. It's not like he's run off with Potter supporters or something of that sort. We can be sure of that much."
'Dad, now don't get upset, but I've invited Draco Malfoy to spend Christmas with us.' She crumpled the parchment up adding it to the pile she had made on the table next to her. This was absolutely ridiculous. There was no way in hell that they were letting Malfoy come within a foot of their house.
"Hi mum hi dad, we're having company for Christmas. Who? Well I've asked Draco Malfoy, the son of the man you loath dad, to stay at our house. Oh I know he's made fun of it a million times, and had a good time teasing us about being poor but I'm sure he'll love it there. Oh don't worry, mum, I'm sure the death eater Lucius wouldn't mind his son staying at his enemy's house, with Harry Potter. And I'm sure Ron wouldn't mind it either. Even though he's cursed Draco over and over, I'm sure deep down inside he loves him," she muttered sarcastically. She was crazy for thinking this had a chance, and even crazier for taking that chance. With a sigh she took up her quill and began writing once more. It was all worth it if it would help her to get Harry.
She took out another piece of parchment from her bag and set it on the library table. After taking a hard long look at it she started writing again.
'Hi mum, hi dad. How're things at the burrow?'
She thought of a thousand ways to phrase what she wanted to say, but they were all counteracted by the angry shout of her father yelling 'I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!' and the image of her mother shredding it up while saying how ridiculous she was being that she envisioned in her head.
"What are you doing?" Draco whispered softly into her ear as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Giving myself a headache, that's what I'm doing," she replied, not amused.
"Is it that hard to write a letter?" he said, smirking and taking a seat next to her.
"You try asking your father if you can bring home the daughter of the family you loathe."
"We've already been through this."
"Oh really? Well run it by me one more time why I have to be the one to risk getting a howler because Draco Malfoy wants to sing carols with me and my family at the dinner table!!!"
Rolling his eyes he sighed and asked, "What do you have so far?"
She picked up the parchment and started reading, "Hi mum, hi dad. How're things at the burrow?"
"And?" he asked expectantly.
"And I have to ask to have you stay," she replied.
"So ask it," he told her.
"Ok, how about.. 'I won't be coming home alone for the holidays'?" she said.
"Good."
"I've invited Draco Malfoy to come spend it with us."
"No."
"No what?"
"No, you haven't invited Draco Malfoy," he told her.
"What? Yes I did. Well, you invited yourself but I really don't see how that will help the situation.."
"You didn't invite Draco Malfoy, you invited a friend to stay over," he hinted.
"Perfect." She began scribbling down the rest of the letter to the parchment. The two made their way to the owlry where they attached it to Firebolt and watched him fly away. "I guess we just have to wait and see what they say," she said. There was no reply. She turned to Draco and saw him looking off into the sky, lost in his thought. "Draco?" she said trying to catch his attention. She poked him in the shoulder, "Draco?"
He looked at her, frowning and worried, "You don't really sing carols, do you?"
Harry was unusually dreading the Christmas Vacation. Oh how he would miss Cho, and how he would miss the times they had, and the laughs they shared, he was feeling down already even thinking of a day without smelling her scent, and he loved the long talks that they had.excluding the one's about Cedric that she always seemed to bring in, but 'that wasn't her fault'. And they promised each other to keep their love sacred. And they would write everyday, and maybe even twice a day because they couldn't bear to be apart.and Ginny swore that she would have strangled someone if she had to hear more about those two at the breakfast table.
She was not in the best of moods that morning. Any moment now, she knew, her owl would be delivering a reply from her parents. And while she was almost convinced that it would be a yes, she couldn't help thinking about what she would do after the letter. For the time Draco was a friend, and welcomed by her parents, but the minute he stepped foot on that platform all of that would change and she was definitely not looking forward to her father's reaction.. Or any of them for that matter. The screeching of owls was heard in the distance, and then the flapping of wings became audible over the chatter of the Great Hall. She looked up searching for Firebolt, and sure enough, there he was, a parchment tied to his leg swooping down onto the table.
As she read the letter she could hear her heart thumping in her chest, her breathing sharp. She didn't know whether to feel happy or afraid. The plan was going just as they intended. She was allowed to have a friend over, but that didn't calm her spirits. The question still remained: would her parents allow Draco Malfoy?
At times like this Draco Malfoy would have woken up panting and sweating from the horror of it. Poverty was one of the things that frequented his nightmares... That and frolicking with a mudblood.
He had almost hoped this was one of his nightmares, but no matter how many times he tried to will himself to wake up the same view was before him. He was standing in front of a broken down wooden . . . place. They called it the burrow and from the looks of it he was sure that it lived up to its name . . . or rather down to its name. He could hardly call it a house with its creaky door, aged wood and rusty roof. As he slipped his hands into his slacks he thought over the trip that brought him to this poverty stricken, tasteless abode.
::Flashback::
"Could you walk any faster?" He called sarcastically to her as she sped through the crowd on platform 9 ¾.
"We'll be in enough trouble as it is when dad sees you, we don't need to add being late to it."
"Crabbe and Goyle can't keep up and I need by bags."
"Ever think of carrying them yourself?"
"What have you been drinking?"
Rolling her eyes she came to a halt. "We're here," she said staring at the wall between the platforms.
"Aren't you going to go through it?" he told her slowly.
"Yes . . . Yes, I am . . . No . . . Draco maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"Don't be ridiculous, of course it is."
"Easy for you to say, what have you got to lose?" She glanced at him, anxiety evident on her face.
"A house full of Weasley's, with my parents having no clue where to find me . . . hmmm, just my life, but that's not much."
She laughed, "Okay, you're right. I'll go through first." He watched as her form disappeared into the wall and turned to wait for Crabbe and Goyle with his bags.
"It's about time you two got here," he told them impatiently.
"Sorry Draco, we ran into Brock on the way," Goyle said.
"Brock?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, he wanted to know what you're doing this Christmas."
"And what did you tell him?" He asked them, dangerously low.
The two exchanged glances before Crabbe gave the nervous answer: "W-we told him what you told us."
"And what is that exactly?" Draco snapped, his patience with the two diminishing while his anger flared. Brock could ruin everything he had planned.
"Th-that you're staying at some girl's house . . . we couldn't remember her name, and that we weren't to tell your father where you were."
Draco thanked the heavens for their short-term memory, while at the same time cursing for even telling them anything. It wouldn't take Brock long enough to figure it out, and who knew what he would do once he did?"
"I'll take my bags from here," he said coldly. Pushing the trolley with his trunk and his owl cage he crossed over the platform and stepped into the Weasley family reunion.
"-gotten so big. You look so beautiful," the balding do-gooder Mr Weasley told Ginny. "Wait till mum sees you." He pulled her into a hug and stepped back to admire her with proud eyes. The scene had made Draco rather annoyed and bored to the extent that he let his gaze wander until they had stumbled across a topic of interest. "So who's this friend you've got?" Mr Weasley asked brightly.
"You haven't got Loony Lovegood over, have you?" Ron asked, jokingly.
Ginny laughed uneasily, "Err.umm . . . no . . ."
"So who is it then?" Mr Weasley urged. Draco sensed his queue, and silently stepped out from the shadows.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry seethed as he spotted Draco.
"Ginny, tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing," Ron said.
"What is she doing?" Mr Weasley asked, confused.
"Err, Dad," Ginny said her voice going squeaky. She cleared her throat. "Dad," she continued, "about my friend, umm . . . this is him." Draco nodded his head in acknowledgement, trying to keep a straight face at the old man's open-mouthed expression.
'This is Draco Malfoy," Mr Weasley said as if stating the fact showed the obvious absurdity of the situation.
"Yes sir, I am," Draco answered in a tone that suggested the man was partly senile.
"I WILL NOT HAVE IT!!" Mr Weasley yelled making Ginny, Ron and Harry flinch.
"Daddy, Daddy calm down," Ginny pleaded.
"Harry, Ron and Ginny get your bags. We're taking a cab. Mr Malfoy can get to his home on his own," he said ignoring Ginny.
Ron and Harry smirked loathingly at Draco and headed to one of the empty cars on the sidewalk outside of the platform. Ginny followed, her face sullen.
Mr Weasley began searching through his wallet for the money when Harry interjected: "Oh, no Mr Weasley. Don't worry about that, I'll pay," he offered.
"There's not enough room for us all and our luggage," Ginny said.
"She's right," Ron responded.
"I'll take her," Draco's voice came from behind them.
"I said I was paying for everyone Malfoy," Harry told him angrily.
"Well then pay Potter, but she'll stay in another cab with me."
"I'm not paying for you," Harry said to him.
"Well then I'll pay for both of us."
No, you're not paying for her-" "Well then make up your mind scarhead."
"How about I make up yours," Harry said threateningly his fists clenched.
"Harry stop it," Ginny said sternly. "Look, there's no room in there anyway. Daddy, I'll just go with Draco and I'll go right home."
"How about I ride in the cab with you." Mr Weasley told her, looking darkly at Draco.
"You can't leave Draco alone with Ron and Harry."
"Sure I can. I work in the ministry. Whatever those two do to him, I can cover."
"Dad, you don't understand. Draco knows about the Dark Arts," She hinted.
"Well I certainly am not leaving him alone with you."
"Who do you trust more: Ron or me?"
Mr Weasley walked to the cab driver, "look, you better have these two home in ten minutes, you hear? No more. Malfoy, I'll deal with you on my turf."
And now there he was, standing in front of the burrow with a feeling of disgust in the pit of his stomach, Ginny at his side. A few moments later another vehicle pulled up to the house and the slamming of the doors was heard signalling the entrance of Mr Weasley, Harry and Ron.
Harry ran up to Ginny, "Good, you're here. Now Malfoy can take his cab back home."
"I could," Draco started, "But I'm not about to. I was invited here."
"Well you're not welcome," Harry replied.
"And who says? Because that's not what I heard from Ginny, unlike you she actually wants me to be here."
"Ginny doesn't deserve you Malfoy."
"And who does she deserve? You?" he said with a laugh. "Poor old Potter who's the sucker for Chang. Face it Potter, the only life you'll have is with Chang, and Voldermort."
"You'd know all about that wouldn't you, you death eater?"
"You'd know all about death wouldn't you Potter? Having Mummy, and daddy, and poor old godfather dead right in front of you're eyes."
"Don't tempt me Malfoy," Harry said his hands clenched.
"I Think I already have," Draco replied. The two glared at each other their fists clenched ready to belt at any moment.
It was Harry who gave the first strike.
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GinnyDracoFan: lol, thanks for reading it. I hope you like this one as well. And thanks for reviewing. That was more, I hope I can bring you some more more soon.
Copperstring: lmao, I loved your review. Nah, I don't think I'm a good writer. This fic originally got a 'sad-ass' from my beta reader, then I had to redo it and it got a 'sick' as in good. I'm hoping its okay for everyone.
Stunned Angel: Oh wow my best chappie ever? *sniff * yay! Lol. I hope you liked the follow up chap, not as good, but I hope its aright. Thanks for sticking by me for all these chapters, I appreciate it.
Dukerbrown: Was my plot that obvious? [Ginny pass out thing]. Thanks for reading. I love Ginny Draco too, but when I'm done with this one I think I should do a Harry/Hermione or something. Or Ron/Hermione. If I'm ever done with this fic that is. lol.
MelissaAdams: Missy! Lol, thanks for reading and reviewing girl. Lol, I'm glad you're still here. I miss you guys on HPK, but ah well, the show must go on.
TayTay (lovableangel101@aol.com) and ESN: Thanks guys for reading. I'm glad you liked the last chap, hope you don't mind this one either. Lol.
Yup, I think that's it. I hope you guys like it. I'll update as soon as I can, though there isn't much of a cliffie here. Please review and tell me what you think! See you on the flipside.