Chapter 6
Disclaimer: JKR owns it all!
Ginny ran as fast as she could down the corridors, sobbing hysterically. She opened the first door she came to, finding herself in the room of requirement. The room was full of boxes of tissues, chocolate, and a big, plushy pink couch. Throwing herself on one of the couches, she wallowed in her utter despair. Rolling over and hiding her tearstained face in the overstuffed sofa, she reached for more tissues.
"How could he do this to me?" She sputtered into the pillow.
"There there dear, its not all that bad, you can do better!" said the comforting old womans voice of the mirror in the corner.
"But, but, I've never felt this way about anyone! It just, happened! It must be fate!" Ginny replied.
"Hush dearie, just think it over." They mirror sighed.
Ginny sat in the room for awhile, the memories of her and Draco's romantic night together playing over and over in her head. Suddenly, she reached a conclusion.
"I am a Gryffindor! I cant let Draco see how much he has hurt me! I am a strong, independent woman!!!" She let out a defiant roar, beat her fists against her chest in a Tarzan like manner, and dashed out of the room.
Draco steered Lyra down one dark corridor after another, not knowing what had just happened, and not caring. For Draco had only one thing on his mind, and it included only those present at the moment.
Lyra was thinking the same thing and slowly undid his outer layers, and letting hers slip off her shoulders.
He pinned her against the wall, kissing her neck and chest seductively. She ran her hands through his silky silver hair, and brought his face to hers, kissing him hungrily. She wrapped her leg around him, pinning him against her. They violently kissed and explored each other with their hands, expressing a deep, craving lust. Draco let out a soft moan in anticipation as Lyra's hand slowly made its way down his pants. She giggled seductively, nibbling on his neck.
Suddenly, Draco heard a familiar giggle coming from down the corridor. He broke away from Lyra's graceful neck and looked up to see who it was.
There was Ginny, fiery scarlet hair framing her face, wildly sexy. She looked as if she had been rumpled, her tight white blouse messily buttoned, a red lace bra peeking out, her usually neat school skirt mussed. The look defiantly suited her.
"She's walking awfully close to that Finnigan boy..." Draco huffily thought, "and what idiotic thing is he swaying to make her laugh?"
Passionate anger burned within him, and he shoved Lyra into the nearest broom closet, to take out his anger, where Ginny wouldn't see.
"Ooh, you like to play rough do you?" Lyra purred.
"Oh Seamus, he does look like a ferret, doesn't he?" Ginny said, laughing playfully, walking down the corridor, her arm wrapped through his pressing herself closer to him. Seamus was very different from Draco, from his wholesomely charming Irish accent, to his more muscular build, making him only slightly broader than Draco. Seamus dressed with less concern, and wore his heart on his sleeve. Ginny was instantly attracted to him, although, not with the same fiery passion that made her enamored to Draco.
After she had left the room of requirement, she had raced to her Dormitory, performing cosmetic and cleaning spells as she went. She had to act quickly while she was still determined. Plus, she didn't want anyone to see her in pieces. When she had ran through the common room, Seamus was lounging on the large, squishy sofa, and looked up to see a flash of red disappear into the girls dorms.
"Ginny must be excited about something, or angry, or upset, its really hard to tell her mood." Seamus pondered, with visions of the mysterious Ginny Weasley in his head.
"Rohougo!" Ginny flicked her wand, her beige bra instantly turning a flamboyant hue of red. "Hmm, I'll add some lace." She was frantically rummaging through her trunk and wardrobe, desperately searching for her short plaid school skirt. It would be appropriate for today. "But with who?" she wondered aloud.
"What are you talking about?" Piped in her blond roommate, Ajamacraja, who was reading in the corner.
*Knock Knock* Ginny, is everything alright?" It was Seamus's voice, from the other side of the door.
"Perfect!" Ginny whispered.
"Oh Ginny, not again, you are such a tease...!" Ajamacraja said in an annoyed voice.
"Yes Seamus, im sensational today!" Ginny said, opening the door to reveal her, in all her teasing beauty. She noted the way his deep, pure blue eyes widened momentarily.
Slipping through the doorway, getting awfully close to him, she said in a sweet tone, "Walk with me?"
"That's just what I came to ask!" Seamus laughed, a smile lighting up his handsome face, resembling many of the courageous knights in muggle fairy tales.
They left the common room, arm in arm.
Ginny and Seamus wandered casually down dark corridors, he telling jokes, and she giggling at them charmingly. There was a loud bang in the distince, like a door shutting. Then, they spotted a lone broom closet that had wandered away from the other herds of broom closets.
Ginny proclaimed, "Oh Seamus, haven't you always wondered what was inside that broom closet?"
Seamus blushed bashfully, "Why, yes, I have, lets go explore it!"
But the horny teenagers did not make it inside their makeout haven. Ginny had pinned Seamus against the broom closet door with a gentle thud, putting her delicate weight against him before his hand had even reached the doorknob. She kissed him aggressively; she tugged at his collar and met his lips on her tiptoes. Adapting instantly to Ginny's apparently anxious kisses, he slowed her down by suddenly turning her around and placing her against the broom closet wall; kissing her luscious lips deeply. Suddenly, when Seamus had one hand firmly around her waist and the other on the last button of her blouse, their was a shockingly loud thud that erupted from within the broom closet they were leaning against.
Draco had thought that broom closets would be a bit more of a higher quality. The faster he thrusted, the more the door seemed to be giving away, but it didn't matter, he was in pure ecstasy. Here was Lyra, gasping beneath him in pleasure, her eyelids fluttering.
"Oooh Draco!" she moaned.
As Draco reached orgasm, he let out one, last, violent thrust, and the two of them were shoved up against the broom closet wall, letting out a loud THUD.
"Ooh! What was that?" Cried Ginny, the broom closet shaking beneath them.
"Probably just a boggart." Grinned Seamus. "How 'bout we go somewhere more private?" He said.
"That sounds wonderful." Ginny purred.
He lifted her up and began to carry her down the corridor.
"Oh!" Ginny gasped, melodramatically tossing a hand over her face. "Seamus, you are magnificent!"
Draco's eyes shot open. He could have sworn he heard Ginny's tinkling laugh, followed by a mention of, Seamus? Being, magnificent? He quickly poked his head out of the broom closet while Lyra lay gasping. He saw Seamus, carrying Ginny in his muscular, tan arms. She let out a charming giggle as they disappeared behind the corner. Draco felt wild, passionate jealousy burn within him. He felt his fists clench, and whispered, "NO!"
"Zat wos wonderful!" Lyra breathed huskily.
"Yes, yes, it was. I have to go now." Said Draco distractedly, and he dashed out of the broom closet.
Lyra's eyes narrowed, and a vicious tone came out of her pouting, cherub lips as she said to herself, "No one, espesceeally not a weepy red head, will steal what eez mine.!"
Ginny was pinned against the wall be Seamus's strong arms. They kissed softly and slowly, exploring each others mouths.
Seamus's innocent pool blue eyes stared into hers. "Ginny," he whispered, "I have always liked you quite a lot."
Ginny giggled, and gave him the dazzling smile he had been hoping for. She closed her eyes again, and leaned in to kiss him.
All of a sudden, there was the sound of a collision! Ginny opened her eyes and saw Seamus on the floor. Draco was on top of him, in a blind fury, fists flying! Seamus was valiantly fighting back, and the two beautiful boys were fighting ferociously.
"Draco, STOP!!!" Ginny screamed.
Disclaimer: JKR owns it all!
Ginny ran as fast as she could down the corridors, sobbing hysterically. She opened the first door she came to, finding herself in the room of requirement. The room was full of boxes of tissues, chocolate, and a big, plushy pink couch. Throwing herself on one of the couches, she wallowed in her utter despair. Rolling over and hiding her tearstained face in the overstuffed sofa, she reached for more tissues.
"How could he do this to me?" She sputtered into the pillow.
"There there dear, its not all that bad, you can do better!" said the comforting old womans voice of the mirror in the corner.
"But, but, I've never felt this way about anyone! It just, happened! It must be fate!" Ginny replied.
"Hush dearie, just think it over." They mirror sighed.
Ginny sat in the room for awhile, the memories of her and Draco's romantic night together playing over and over in her head. Suddenly, she reached a conclusion.
"I am a Gryffindor! I cant let Draco see how much he has hurt me! I am a strong, independent woman!!!" She let out a defiant roar, beat her fists against her chest in a Tarzan like manner, and dashed out of the room.
Draco steered Lyra down one dark corridor after another, not knowing what had just happened, and not caring. For Draco had only one thing on his mind, and it included only those present at the moment.
Lyra was thinking the same thing and slowly undid his outer layers, and letting hers slip off her shoulders.
He pinned her against the wall, kissing her neck and chest seductively. She ran her hands through his silky silver hair, and brought his face to hers, kissing him hungrily. She wrapped her leg around him, pinning him against her. They violently kissed and explored each other with their hands, expressing a deep, craving lust. Draco let out a soft moan in anticipation as Lyra's hand slowly made its way down his pants. She giggled seductively, nibbling on his neck.
Suddenly, Draco heard a familiar giggle coming from down the corridor. He broke away from Lyra's graceful neck and looked up to see who it was.
There was Ginny, fiery scarlet hair framing her face, wildly sexy. She looked as if she had been rumpled, her tight white blouse messily buttoned, a red lace bra peeking out, her usually neat school skirt mussed. The look defiantly suited her.
"She's walking awfully close to that Finnigan boy..." Draco huffily thought, "and what idiotic thing is he swaying to make her laugh?"
Passionate anger burned within him, and he shoved Lyra into the nearest broom closet, to take out his anger, where Ginny wouldn't see.
"Ooh, you like to play rough do you?" Lyra purred.
"Oh Seamus, he does look like a ferret, doesn't he?" Ginny said, laughing playfully, walking down the corridor, her arm wrapped through his pressing herself closer to him. Seamus was very different from Draco, from his wholesomely charming Irish accent, to his more muscular build, making him only slightly broader than Draco. Seamus dressed with less concern, and wore his heart on his sleeve. Ginny was instantly attracted to him, although, not with the same fiery passion that made her enamored to Draco.
After she had left the room of requirement, she had raced to her Dormitory, performing cosmetic and cleaning spells as she went. She had to act quickly while she was still determined. Plus, she didn't want anyone to see her in pieces. When she had ran through the common room, Seamus was lounging on the large, squishy sofa, and looked up to see a flash of red disappear into the girls dorms.
"Ginny must be excited about something, or angry, or upset, its really hard to tell her mood." Seamus pondered, with visions of the mysterious Ginny Weasley in his head.
"Rohougo!" Ginny flicked her wand, her beige bra instantly turning a flamboyant hue of red. "Hmm, I'll add some lace." She was frantically rummaging through her trunk and wardrobe, desperately searching for her short plaid school skirt. It would be appropriate for today. "But with who?" she wondered aloud.
"What are you talking about?" Piped in her blond roommate, Ajamacraja, who was reading in the corner.
*Knock Knock* Ginny, is everything alright?" It was Seamus's voice, from the other side of the door.
"Perfect!" Ginny whispered.
"Oh Ginny, not again, you are such a tease...!" Ajamacraja said in an annoyed voice.
"Yes Seamus, im sensational today!" Ginny said, opening the door to reveal her, in all her teasing beauty. She noted the way his deep, pure blue eyes widened momentarily.
Slipping through the doorway, getting awfully close to him, she said in a sweet tone, "Walk with me?"
"That's just what I came to ask!" Seamus laughed, a smile lighting up his handsome face, resembling many of the courageous knights in muggle fairy tales.
They left the common room, arm in arm.
Ginny and Seamus wandered casually down dark corridors, he telling jokes, and she giggling at them charmingly. There was a loud bang in the distince, like a door shutting. Then, they spotted a lone broom closet that had wandered away from the other herds of broom closets.
Ginny proclaimed, "Oh Seamus, haven't you always wondered what was inside that broom closet?"
Seamus blushed bashfully, "Why, yes, I have, lets go explore it!"
But the horny teenagers did not make it inside their makeout haven. Ginny had pinned Seamus against the broom closet door with a gentle thud, putting her delicate weight against him before his hand had even reached the doorknob. She kissed him aggressively; she tugged at his collar and met his lips on her tiptoes. Adapting instantly to Ginny's apparently anxious kisses, he slowed her down by suddenly turning her around and placing her against the broom closet wall; kissing her luscious lips deeply. Suddenly, when Seamus had one hand firmly around her waist and the other on the last button of her blouse, their was a shockingly loud thud that erupted from within the broom closet they were leaning against.
Draco had thought that broom closets would be a bit more of a higher quality. The faster he thrusted, the more the door seemed to be giving away, but it didn't matter, he was in pure ecstasy. Here was Lyra, gasping beneath him in pleasure, her eyelids fluttering.
"Oooh Draco!" she moaned.
As Draco reached orgasm, he let out one, last, violent thrust, and the two of them were shoved up against the broom closet wall, letting out a loud THUD.
"Ooh! What was that?" Cried Ginny, the broom closet shaking beneath them.
"Probably just a boggart." Grinned Seamus. "How 'bout we go somewhere more private?" He said.
"That sounds wonderful." Ginny purred.
He lifted her up and began to carry her down the corridor.
"Oh!" Ginny gasped, melodramatically tossing a hand over her face. "Seamus, you are magnificent!"
Draco's eyes shot open. He could have sworn he heard Ginny's tinkling laugh, followed by a mention of, Seamus? Being, magnificent? He quickly poked his head out of the broom closet while Lyra lay gasping. He saw Seamus, carrying Ginny in his muscular, tan arms. She let out a charming giggle as they disappeared behind the corner. Draco felt wild, passionate jealousy burn within him. He felt his fists clench, and whispered, "NO!"
"Zat wos wonderful!" Lyra breathed huskily.
"Yes, yes, it was. I have to go now." Said Draco distractedly, and he dashed out of the broom closet.
Lyra's eyes narrowed, and a vicious tone came out of her pouting, cherub lips as she said to herself, "No one, espesceeally not a weepy red head, will steal what eez mine.!"
Ginny was pinned against the wall be Seamus's strong arms. They kissed softly and slowly, exploring each others mouths.
Seamus's innocent pool blue eyes stared into hers. "Ginny," he whispered, "I have always liked you quite a lot."
Ginny giggled, and gave him the dazzling smile he had been hoping for. She closed her eyes again, and leaned in to kiss him.
All of a sudden, there was the sound of a collision! Ginny opened her eyes and saw Seamus on the floor. Draco was on top of him, in a blind fury, fists flying! Seamus was valiantly fighting back, and the two beautiful boys were fighting ferociously.
"Draco, STOP!!!" Ginny screamed.
