A/N: Hey all! Sorry for taking so long to get this chapter up, but I've just been really busy. And, I've been sort of distracted writing with my second Draco/Ginny fic called Demon Kiss. It is much darker than this one, but the reviews on it seem to be very good. If you like dark fics, check it out. Anyway, without further ado, here's chapter 10! Review please!

Chapter 10

Quidditch

I groan as Draco shoves me against a bookcase in the library, but I barely even notice that a rather thick book is pressing into my spine. Not when Draco slides his hands down my thighs and picks me up so that I must wrap my legs around his waist. My hands are tangled in his platinum hair and my mouth is fused to his, while his hands freely roam across the curves of my body.

He makes me moan again when he pulls his mouth away from mine, and I feel like I'm going to die if he doesn't kiss me again soon. Instead – to my chagrin – he merely stands there, staring at me with those burning eyes of his.

"Merlin, Ginevra, but do you have any idea how hot you are right now?" He smirks at me, the ass, while slowly grinding his lower body against mine. I gasp and tighten my legs around his waist.

"No." I manage to get out, somehow. "But I'm sure you could enlighten me." My breathing is rather irregular, and my heartbeat thunders even louder in my ears as he draws one slender finger down the outside curve of my breast.

He chuckles that low, sensual chuckle of his and lowers his head to nip at my neck. "Fishing for compliments are you?"

I roll my head to one side to give him better access to my neck, fully enjoying his ministrations. "Well, if I have to deal with you talking instead of kissing me, I might as well listen to you telling me how hot I am, ferret-boy."

Draco throws his head back and laughs. "You've turned into such a wanton wench, Weaslette, do you know that?"

I pout at him. "I'm not wanton! If I was we'd be in your bedroom by now." I'm not about to tell him exactly how appealing that notion sounds round about now, though.

Another laugh, and a smirk. "When are we going to my room Weasley? We've been everywhere else."

"Don't remind me." I mutter. It really is true. I can't think of many places that we haven't snogged each other senseless. Although I must admit that Snape's desk is not exactly an experience I want to repeat. As much as I might nurture secret discovery fantasies, being caught half-naked by Snape isn't really on my top ten list of things to do. Draco might head that list, but not when it involves Snape walking in.

Draco has the audacity to smirk at me again. "Snape's desk was still the best."

I shudder at the thought, although that is probably caused just as much by the fact that Draco's right hand is drawing slow circles on the underside of my upper thigh.

"Nah, the Slytherin table just before lunch was." I'm still not quite sure how that happened, but it was definitely nerve-wrecking. Loads of fun though.

While I'd been talking, Draco had somehow managed to undo the top few buttons of my standard-issue white school blouse, giving him a clear view of the white lace bra I'm wearing beneath. I moan, for what feels like the thousand time today, as he softly draws his lips across the skin of my breasts which are peaking out above the lace, making my skin pebble with goose bumps.

"You still haven't told me when I get to have you in my room." He whispered between soft kisses, and I know without looking that he's smirking.

"The day that Slytherin wins a Quidditch match against Gryffindor." Not that I know how I'm even remotely able to string together a coherent sentence right now, but anyway.

Draco looks up at me and gives me a lazy smile. "You sure you want to bet on that?" He steps away from me slightly, and I drop my legs from around his waist, somehow managing to stand despite the fact that the look in his eyes makes me want to swoon.

I straighten my clothing, doing up the buttons he had undone. "Of course, Gryffindor is going to cream Slytherin tomorrow. There's no two ways about it." I have reason to be confident. Gryffindor has won all the matches we've played so far, and quite frankly we've never had a stronger team. As long as Harry and Ron stay away from each other on the pitch, we're cool. I love playing Chaser, and even if it does sound like blowing my horn, I know I'm quite good. Hell, you don't play Quidditch with six older brothers for most of your life without learning something. I enjoyed my little bit of playing Seeker back in fourth year, but I am no where near as good as Harry, and I won't be the one that keeps him from playing his favourite position.

He raises an eyebrow. "You really think so little Weasel?" He's got that cheeky smile on his face. Mental note: kiss that off as quickly as possible.

"Definitely Mal-ferret. I'd stake my life on it." I grin back, running a hand slowly down his chest.

"It's a bet then." Draco grins in a sadistically. "If Slytherin wins, I get to have my wicked way with you in my room."

I laugh, trying to ignore the delicious images popping into my head. I never really thought that I'd have sex with unless I was really in love with them, but something about Draco makes it hard to think about anything else. He is so damn hot in anyway. How can anyone expect me to keep my hands off him? Honestly. I'm not really in love with him, not in the way romance novels would have it. At least I don't think I am. And it's not like he's in love with me either. It's more a question of pure lust, right? Besides, it's not like Gryffindor's going to loose in anyway. As good a Seeker as Draco is, he's not better than Harry. I try really hard not to feel disappointed about the fact that I might not end up in his room. Really, really hard.

"And if Gryffindor wins?" I reply with a quirky smile on my face.

"Then you get to have your wicked way with me in my room?" He smirks at me, and I slap him playfully on the arm.

"Nope. If Gryffindor wins, you give me a romantic, candle-lit dinner." I smirk as he rolls his eyes. I really am picking up a lot of his traits. "And then we can see about you having your wicked way with me."

This makes him laugh, and we shake hands to close the deal. "Now, I have Quidditch practice to go to." I straighten my clothes one more time and turn away from Draco, deliberately not saying goodbye.

He grabs my arm before I'm two steps away from him, and find myself trapped against his muscled chest. "Five more minutes." He whispers to me before he crushes his lips against mine.

The day of the Quidditch match was typical of early February. Although one could feel that winter was retreating into spring, there was still a decidedly cold bite to the wind.

Hermione was muffled in her cloak and Gryffindor scarf as she and the rest of the student body made their way to the Quidditch stand. A solid mass of people were making their way down to the stands; no-one would miss the Gryffindor Slytherin match. Somewhere in the back of her mind Hermione knew she should have been in the library, studying for N.E.W.Ts as she had been doing for the past few months, past she knew how important the match was to Harry and Ron. So she sucked it up and readied herself to sit through yet another game of Quidditch.

At least she could think about Victor without feeling guilty while she was watching Quidditch – something she couldn't very well do when she was studying. Just thinking about him made her blush slightly. She never imagined that she of all people would be having a sordid affair with a teacher. But she was, and she was enjoying every second of it. It was perhaps the only thing that made living with Draco bearable. He was rarely in the common room – she suspected that he was off shagging girls in dark corners most of the time – and this meant that he rarely commented about her own midnight escapades.

She found herself a good seat in the Gryffindor stands, although she was slightly disappointed that she couldn't see Victor from where she sat. Exhaling through her nose, she sat back, waiting for the game to start.

There was a tremendous cheer as the sixth year Ravenclaw – who had taken over Lee's job as announcer – introduced the Gryffindor team to the excited crowd. Slytherin were equally well cheered, although Hermione didn't join that time. Madam Hooch released the balls, mounted her broom, blew her whistle and threw the quaffle into the air. The teams were off in a flash, but it soon turned out that Ginny had taken possession of the quaffle. She didn't keep it for long though, as two bludgers came sailing at her at the same time, and Ginny was forced to drop the quaffle and pull off a spectacular dive to save herself some broken bones. One of the Slytherin chasers caught the quaffle and the game sped off in a different direction.

It became clear from the beginning that the Slytherin team were playing vicious and dirty. Unfortunately, their Keeper also seemed to be exceptional, for despite the amount of penalty shots awarded the Gryffindor team, only two goals were scored that way. Ron, on the other hand, was making quite a muddle of his own duties. For some reason he seemed to be more concerned about scanning the stands for someone than actually keeping his eyes on the game. He allowed several goals to be scored that way.

Harry on the other hand was so busy cursing Ron for his stupidity that he missed the opportunity to catch the snitch twice. Both times he had to nearly fly into Malfoy to keep him from getting the snitch, and this had resulted in Slytherin being awarded a penalty shot. Ron was glaring daggers at Harry, and The-Boy-Who-Lived glared right back. The rest of the team could do nothing but roll their eyes and growl in frustration.

Three hours later it did not look good for Gryffindor. Slytherin was in the lead 230-80, and it seemed that Gryffindor would never catch up. Ginny made a bee-line for Harry and told him to call a time-out. He nodded and notified Madam Hooch, waiting for his team to touch the ground. The Slytherins' huddled together close by.

"Right." Ginny growled. "Here's what we do. Since our Captain and our Keeper seem to be out of working order -" She glared at Harry and Ron. " – we need another plan. Anyone got any ideas?"

Ron and Harry were both huffing away indignantly, and were round about ready to get into another fight when Sloper, one of the Beaters who had replaced Fred and George, spoke up. "If we can keep the Slytherin scum from scoring, score one more goal…and Harry can get the snitch in time, we could still scrape a win."

Ginny looked as if she could kiss him – which she didn't. "Brilliant! Right guys, let's give it a try."

Ron muttered something that sounded distinctly like: "Who died and made you captain?" But Ginny's stared shut him up pretty fast.

Harry signalled Madam Hooch again and the game proceeded with renewed fury. It appeared that Draco had also had a talk with his team, as they were playing even harder than before. Harry was slowly circling the stadium, waiting for one of the Chasers to score a goal, when he saw Malfoy squinting in concentration. Following his gaze, Harry noted that the snitch was almost directly below him, only a few feet off the ground. He did a few quick calculations in his head and realised that if Malfoy went for it, he would definitely catch the snitch. But, if Harry went for the snitch before the Chasers managed to score another goal, they'd be stuck in a tie. Deciding that the latter was a better option, Harry dove down, urging his broom to go faster. From the corner of his eye he could see Draco speeding in from the left stretching his hand out towards the snitch. But Harry's hand closed over the tiny golden ball moment's before Malfoy's own hand slammed against Harry's.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied.

A/N: Ooh, cliff hanger. What are Ginny and Draco going to do about their bet now? Guess you'll have to wait and see. By the way, I can't remember whether the snitch is worth 150 or 180 points, so if my calculations are incorrect, please let me know so I can change them. Thanks! Now review! Mwah.