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Cat and Ash

Fingers trailed down her spine hungrily as she squirmed in his hands. "Gabe..." She giggled. "Gabe!" Squirm. Giggle. Moan. Squirm. "Gabriel! Not here!" Ginny finally got her composure back as Gabriel continued to stare on at her with lustful green eyes. "We're in a broom closet for Merlin's sake!" She reasoned as she pulled her fingers through her red strands, which were now quite unruly because of Gabe's endless strokes through the fine tendrils.

"I know, I feel like I'm back at Durmstrang, snogging girls in the closets between classes," he smirked as his hands went to her waist again causing another giggle to escape her mouth. "Not now," she grinned, "You can just imagine what I have in store for you later during dinner, though," she placed a chaste kiss on his lips as he groaned at her teasing.

Opening the closet door a bit she found that the way was clear and quickly raced across the hall into her bedroom to wash for dinner, leaving Gabe sulking in the hall closet.

As soon as he stepped off the stoop from the fucking Weasley Shack, he lit a cigarette and let the vapors trail in circles above his head. He wasn't quite sure how long he'd be able to tolerate Molly's damn laughter or her father's quirky questions that no one cared shit for. The only thing that kept him partially sane in the crude cottage was Ginny's delectable body. Too bad she'd teased him once again without following through. He smirked. One day he'd have his wicked way with her and there wouldn't be a damn thing she could do. He'd show her to make empty promises, he thought as he threw his bud down on the ground, smashing it to smithereens with his boot.

Apparating to the Hog's Head, Gabriel sat down at a booth, accompanying his fellow Death Eater pals with a tip of his hat. "Firewhiskey," he requested, gratefully eating up with his eyes the waitress's generous view of her bosom spilling above her tight dress. He needed something strong to wash down Molly's horrible cooking. Who ate such crude and vile food as fried chicken? Mashed potatoes? Food for commoners. He couldn't even think of it when kissing Ginny or he was positive he'd vomit all over himself.

Smirking at the thought of snogging Miss Weasley senseless, he leaned over the table to whisper conspiringly to his mates. "She may side with those mudbloods, but she has the finest ass I've ever laid my hands on," he commented raising a bout of laughter across the table. Taking a gulp of his beverage, he listened halfheartedly to the men's comments on Ginny's other finer parts of her body. As well as many things they'd like to do with said parts. He laughed jeeringly at one man's comment before requesting another mug.

Any other day, Draco would've completely ignored the idiots' conversation. He'd order a few shots of firewhiskey, get just drunk enough to tune them out, and head home, sometimes with that cleavage-exposing waitress, but today was different. They weren't caught up in their sick, perverted daydream of just anyone, no, the girl they were describing was none other than Ginny Weasley. His Ginny Weasley, damn it.

He couldn't very well walk over to them and shut them up. Six against one didn't put the odds in his favor, but he supposed it might be worth it just to cast the crutacious on him. No one would know it was him, either. He could leave and never take the damned thing off. A small smirk formed on his face at the thought, though he knew he'd never do such a thing. For now, all he could do was listen.

"I got her in the broom closet earlier," Gabe continued, "I fucked her so hard.." Okay, so he lied. The guys didn't have to know, plus Gabe had a reputation to maintain. He smirked as the guys laughed with him before continuing to embellish into their own crude fantasies.

The glass he'd been clenching onto so tightly slipped from his hand, spilling the liquor over the counter. He'd fucked her. Not only had he fucked her, but in the broom closet. Draco's blood was positively boiling as he slammed a coin down on the liquor-coated counter and stormed out of the pub. He wasn't even completely out the door before he apparated with a loud POP!

Where did he wind up, you might ask? Where else? The Weasley's.

Ginny was out in the back, polishing Gabe's broomstick for him with some new wax he had bought that was supposed to make the broom go faster than one thought even possible. She personally thought it was a hoax, but he seemed to buy into it. She smiled lightly at the idea of surprising him when she heard the distinct sound of someone's arrival. "Gabe?" she called from around the corner.

"Gabe?" Draco mimicked quietly, mumbling to himself under his breath. No he wasn't Gabe, luckily for her. The idiot was probably so drunk right now that he'd not even recognize her.

He knew he couldn't go to her. Merlin knows what her family would do if they saw him, particularly the older brothers, though her mother wasn't exactly the most understanding, either. She'd have to come to him, but he couldn't call for her. She'd recognize his voice. She wouldn't come. Blonde brows furrowed a moment, before relaxing, a smirk forming. Genius, simply genius. There was a soft murmuring, and a small flash of light before he called out in a voice that, thank Merlin, wasn't his own, "Ginny, come here! I have a surprise!" Yes, Ginny, come see Gabe's surprise.

Dressed in a blue-green tank top and denim shorts that probably should have been illegal on her long legs, she appeared from around the corner with a bright smile on her face, a speck of brown dirt on her right cheek. She brushed her large, loose, red curls off her forehead as she looked about her front yard in confusion. "Gabriel, where are y-" she stopped as her brown eyes landed upon Draco Malfoy, standing nonchalantly in the shade of a large mulberry tree.

Draco swallowed as he saw her come around the corner. Those shorts… that shirt… that wonderfully red hair. For a moment, he simply stared back at her, before speaking slowly, "I know you don't—" He let out an exasperated sigh as he lifted his wand and removed the charm. "I know you don't want to see me, but I have to talk to you."

Her knees nearly buckled at the sound of his voice, mixed with seeing him after so long. Her hand ached at her side to run through his blond strands. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. "Oh, I think you made your point perfectly clear a few years ago," she replied, turning on her heel as she headed back towards the rear end of the house. Kicking herself mentally, she had promised herself if she were ever to meet Draco Malfoy again she'd play the nonchalant bitch that didn't care two cents for him, not the bitter bitch that still wanted him. Damn it.

Okay, that could've gone worse. At least she hadn't turned him into a newt or anything of the sort, right? Plus, she almost looked happy to see him for a second there… sort of. "Ginny!" he yelled, chasing after her. "I know I was an ass, okay?" He managed to snatch up her wrist and held onto it tightly. "But this isn't about me! I need to talk to you."

She tried to rip her wrist out of his grasp, but that only made it hurt worse. "What the hell do you need?" She spat out angrily.

His eyes narrowed at her. Stupid women. Why did they always have to be so damned difficult? "Do you really think I would've come all the way over here if it wasn't important?" he snapped.

Glaring right back, she replied icily, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh no, I simply thought you dropped by for a nice fuck."

"Oh yeah," he growled angrily, "I thought maybe I could land you in the broom closet. Or does that require reservation?"

Not understanding what he truly meant she simply replied, "Oh, I'm sure I could pencil you in."

"If I wanted to fuck someone, Weasley, I wouldn't have come after you. There's a girl at the bar with much bigger tits who's certainly willing." He released his hold on her wrist and shoved her away, eyes glinting with fury.

Crossing her arms spitefully over her chest, she narrowed her eyes. "Is that what you came here for? To bring me down some more?" She laughed cynically, "Oh, but I thought you'd done enough of that at Hogwarts, Malfoy."

"Would you shut up and listen to me for one fucking second!" he exclaimed;

Silence.

"You're in trouble, Weasley."

Feeling his furiousness deep in her bones, she inched back slightly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Not from me." he drawled, looking at her as though she were the stupidest creature to walk the face of the planet.

"Don't look at me like that," she snapped angrily, placing her hands on her hips as she looked back at him as if she hated him more than brussel sprouts. Which really was a lot.

He simply rolled his eyes. "Are you going to listen or not?"

"Well, don't look at me like I'm an idiot and I will, " she all but growled. Glare.

"Gabriel was at the Hog's Head today."

She frowned slightly, remembering he had said he had business at the Mnistry. Perhaps he dropped by for a drink, she thought. "And?"

"He was talking to Death Eaters about you, Ginny." he said slowly.

She laughed uneasily. "That's ridiculous!" Narrowing her eyes, she took a threatening step towards him. "What do you get out of spreading lies about the man I love?"

The man she loved. Draco could feel his stomach tighten at her words. She loved him. Loved, not cared for. Loved. "They're not lies." he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"Then what did he say?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to stumble over his tongue, trying to think of lies.

But there was no stumble, though his eyes narrowed considerably. "After his lovely story of how hard he fucked you in the broom closet, the rest of them took turns describing what they were going to do to you when they got their chance. Would you like details, Weasley?"

Ginny blinked for a moment, throwing details together in her mind of them together in the broom closet. At no time in Ginny's mind did she recall any 'fucking' happening in that closet, despite Gabe's attempts at seduction. But, he could have simply exaggerated the tale to his buddies, she'd known George and Fred to do such about Quidditch feats. However.. that didn't explain how Draco would know of the broom closet... Good guess. Lots of couples snogged in secret alcoves and closets at Hogwarts, it was merely an assumption that she would have done it at some point in time, she eased herself. "No, considering it's probably more of your lies."

She didn't believe him. What was he supposed to do now? Just let it happen with the reassurance that it wasn't his fault? He didn't have time to decide.

"Ginny?" called the voice of Ron. "Who's that you're talking to?"

Draco's eyes darted toward the open front door, then back to Ginny. "If you decide to believe me..." He tossed his address at her feet. "Friday at six." And with that, he was gone.

"Ginny!" Ron was beginning to sound a bit concerned.

Standing upon the slip of paper at her feet she yelled out, "Ron, over here!" Her mind filled with confusion as her redheaded brother appeared around the corner, holding his broom.

"Ready for a game of Quidditch?"

Nodding her head she simply replied, "Sure, give me a minute!" Satisfied, Ron jogged back to the front of the house towards the small, practice Quidditch pitch. Bending down, Ginny gently grabbed the slip of paper staring at it for a moment before quickly jamming it into her pocket and grabbing her broom. "Wait for me!"

End Chapter 2.