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Draco didn't know when he'd fallen asleep, nor when he'd woken up for that matter. All he knew was that it was night, judging by the pitch black of the sky he could see through her window. How long had he been asleep? His eyes drifted around the room, examining the various objects. Everything in it reeked of Ginny Weasley. The pictures on the wall were all of her family, minus the few of Harry and Hermione and various other family friends. The books resting on their shelves all had the words 'healing' or 'quidditch' in their titles, and if he wasn't mistaken that was a silver, emerald-embedded mirror on her vanity. Green always had been her color you know. She'd worn that green dress to the ball, and he'd gotten her that… emerald…embedded…mirror… That was the mirror he'd given her! She'd kept it through all these years, even after all the hell he'd put her through. Did that mean… was it possible that…

No. Of course not.

Ginny Weasley had made it perfectly clear that she not only did not trust him, but wanted nothing what so ever to do with him and would plenty satisfied with him falling off the face of the Earth, hadn't she?

With a soft sigh, he forced himself to his feet and slowly made his way out of her room, into the corridor, pausing as he entered what he supposed was the family room. There she lay, asleep on a couch, a book lying upon his chest. A small smile formed upon his face as he moved to her and carefully reached to remove the book, biting his lip as his fingers came in contact with her chest. Don't wake up. Don't wake up. Don't wake up.

Shit.

Ginny's eyelids fluttered as she felt the absence of the weight of the book on her stomach, a gentle hand caressing across her front as she blinked, bringing the room into focus. "Draco?" she whispered in a raspy voice.

His hands had never moved so fast in his life. "I didn't mean to-- I was just--" he said quickly. "The book, and it just happened. I wouldn't."

"I didn't mean to fall asleep," she rubbed at her brown eyes as she sat up. "I'm sorry, how are you feeling?" she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Draco blinked down at her. Was she really not going to yell at him for touching her in such a manner? "Uh... Fine." he said, staring at her.

She stood, pulling her shirt down self-consciously to cover her stomach. Uncomfortably, she asked him, "Why are you looking at me like that? What did you do?"

"Nothing." he replied, perhaps too quickly.

Brows furrowed she reached a hand out to feel his cheeks for a temperature. Perhaps that wasn't a very smart move, however. Her soft hands tingled with his skin underneath their tips.

Draco's icy gaze met hers then, before surveying the features of her face. Beautiful, big brown eyes, those wonderful pink lips, her cheekbones, her freckles, every last feature. They weren't his to stare at, he thought sadly, not anymore.

She swallowed and her jaw clenched as she rubbed the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone before dropping it lifelessly back to her side. "Well, you don't have a temperature, that's a good sign," she said weakly.

"I guess that means I'm healthy enough to head home, huh?" Not that he really wanted to. This whole being pampered by Ginny thing was rather... nice.

"I guess so," her voice cracked. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, damn it.

He nodded slowly, and rose to his feet, staring at the wall. He didn't want to leave. Why the hell had he said that? Perhaps because he knew she wanted him to go, but... Ah, fuck it all. He wasn't going anywhere.

He made it all the way to the door, before groaning as though in horrid pain and clutching his stomach, smirking inwardly as his "knees gave out" and he fell to the floor.

"DRACO!" Ginny fell to her knees beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, his head in her lap. "Are you all right? Tell me what's wrong!" Tears trickled down her face as she held him close, her heartbeat thudding in her throat.

Oh, this was nice. Head in lap. He should fake sick more often. "It's nothing, I just fell." he mumbled pathetically.

He couldn't resist a cheeky grin as he was held rather close to those lovely... "But you said I was feeling better." He mock-insisted.

"Well, if you feel better.." she began doubtfully, as she helped him stand.

And those knees 'gave way' once again just as soon as he was in a standing position.

And she fell down with him, "No, you have to stay here. Let me help you, please. It's the least I can do." Big doe eyes peered into his pleadingly.

He let out a melodramatic sigh. "I don't like being a burden, Ginny."

"You're not a burden. Absolutely not. It's my fault you're in this mess," she continued as she helped him over to the couch, laying him down upon the heavy cushions. "Is there anything I can get for you?" She asked, her fingertips brushing strands of hair from his eyes as she leaned over him.

Ha! Success! Not only had he succeeded in staying at Ginny's house, but he managed to get her to pamper him more than ever. Life was good. "I was just... wondering. Last night... what exactly happened?" he asked slowly.

"Well," she began, sitting down beside him, her hip against his side. "You came over here.. drunk," she gave him a look to show just how much she disapproved of that fact before continuing. "You told me I was wrong, and other things that also didn't make sense... and then we went into the kitchen.. you took my champagne from me.. which apparently was poisoned," her eyes clouded to where they now looked cold and distant. "I ... I kicked Gabriel out.." she finished as she picked at a loose thread on the sofa.

Heh. Other things that didn't make sense. Good. She didn't have the slightest idea what he'd been going on about. However, his expression changed from slightly light-hearted to match hers at the mention of Gabriel. "When I find him, I'll kill him. I promise you that." he growled.

She didn't object, merely continued sitting there, attempting to soak up the closeness of him before she knew she had to get up.

She really didn't need to do that, you know. She could always snuggle with him. He was sick, after all. The sick need company. "...Ginny?"

She stood quickly, knowing that was his request. "I'm sorry," she began, fiddling with her hair. "Do you want something to drink?" Cringe. "How about some food instead?"

He frowned as she rose. That was so not his request. "I was actually going to ask you," He glanced at her. "Am I allowed to call you Gin now?"

A small smile flittered to her lips as she whispered, "Yes."

A matching one wormed its way onto his face. "Then, Gin," he replied softly. "I want you to sit down and stop worrying about me."

She was torn between lying down and resting against his side or screaming at him, demanding to know why he gave up what they had had at Hogwarts. Settling in the middle, she sat down beside him once again, hands in lap as she searched for the words to say.

As if reading her mind, he murmured gently, "I didn't use you."

"Then why?" She asked, turning to face him, her chin trembling.

He sighed softly, avoiding her gaze. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Her voice turned slightly icy, "Try me."

She just had to take that tone, didn't she? God, he hated that. "Oh, like the last time I tried to tell you something?" he snapped back.

She flinched as if he'd slapped her in the face. "Please tell me," she replied softly.

He eyed her. "Swear you'll believe me?"

"I swear."

"Did you not notice that I'm not living at the manor anymore?" he asked calmly.

"Well...yes, but I..I didn't.." she bit her lip, confused.

"I know you noticed there were no house elves, no fancy decorations."

She nodded slowly.

He pulled up his sleeves and showed her his forearms; his plain, non-marked forearms.

"Now is not the time to show me your muscles, Draco," she teased with a light smile.

He rolled his eyes. "You're smarter than this."

She was slightly taken aback by his curt tone but slowly lowered her eyes to his arms, her fingers tracing the light blue veins in his forearms, "You're unmarked," she discovered, her voice a hushed whisper.

He nodded. "Didn't you notice anything about the neighborhood I was living in?"

She shook her head, "I wasn't.. I wasn't really paying attention." Her hand was still clasped around his arm.

"Muggle neighborhood."

Frown. "Why?"

"So he can't find me."

"But, Draco.. the Dark Lord is gone. You know that."

He sighed softly. "Not from him." He hardly managed to force out his next sentence. "From... my father."

She frowned again. "What does any of this have to do with me, Draco?"

"I disgraced him, ran the family name through the mud. As far as he's concerned, the only way to save his family's dignity is by exterminating the bad seeds in it. If he knew how attached to you..."

"What?" she insisted.

"He'd do exactly what he's doing now to get to Harry."

"What do you mean?" she asked, growing worried.

"For Christ's sake, Ginny, he tried to poison you!"

"You broke up with me... to save me?"

Draco fell silent and turned to face the back of the couch, picking at its fabric.

Instead of touched or awed, she grew angry. "Why didn't you just tell me then? We could have worked together!"

Worked together? Was she out of her ever-loving mind? "And how exactly would that have worked out, Ginny? When could we have met? You think he wouldn't notice us at Hogsmeade? Wouldn't have someone constantly intercepting our owls?"

"You at least could have explained it to me!" Tears began to storm down her ivory cheeks. "Instead you feed me this horrible lie that completely crushed me, Draco! I loved you so much.. I would have done anything for you," her voice quivered and she sucked in air in between her sobs, "I would have given my life for you!" She swallowed down more tears, "And I still do, and that's the worst part," she quietly added.

"Why do you think I did it?" he asked, still focusing on that one spot on the couch, though his picking was becoming more and more violent. "You were just as likely as Potter to do something drastic and completely stupid! I knew you'd give up on me if I broke your heart, and you did."

"Give up on yo-give.." she stopped and stood up and disappeared down the hallway. A few minutes later she reappeared with a packed shoebox in her hand. Ripping the top off of the shoebox she spilled its contents into Draco's lap. There were over a hundred letters addressed to Draco Malfoy dated all the way from her sixth year up until a few months ago. "Don't you fucking tell me I gave up on you."

He stared at the letters, then looked to her face, to the letters, back to her face. "What in the hell..."

"There are more.. I wrote you so many letters, Draco Malfoy.. I never gave up on you. You want to know why I haven't made a commitment with Gabriel? It's because every time I think about it, I see your face and I can't do it," she collapsed on the floor, drawing her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arm around her legs. She knew she looked like a pathetic little girl, crying over her broken heart, but she didn't care anymore. Not now. "I can't."

Draco carefully opened one of the letters, his eyes flitting across the page, a frown upon his face.

"What?" she asked, her voice shaky.

He set the letter down and reached for another without saying a word.

Lowering her head, she closed her eyes, her chin propped upon her arms as she waited for him to begin cursing her, yelling at her for being a pathetic fool, like Draco Malfoy would ever return to her? Another tear fell down her cheek and splattered against one of the letters by her feet.

The second letter was carefully set aside as Draco slid off the couch and down by her side on the floor. He lowered himself down so he was even with her gaze. "Do you know what I hate about you, Ginny?" he asked quietly.

Her sobs increased. "Everything?"

He shook his head and brushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear. He leaned closer to her, so his lips were hovering just above said ear. "You're so damned perfect."

Her brown eyes, which now more resembled large mud puddles, stared up at him, amazed. "What?" she whispered.

Draco carefully raised his hands to cup her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, before releasing just as gently. "You're perfect." he murmured once more.

She opened her mouth to respond, but simply buried her head into the crook of his shoulder and neck, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, sniffling all the while.

Draco stared over her shoulder for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her, pulling the rest of her form closer to him. "Sh... No more crying."

After a few minutes, Ginny had calmed down and simply sat there, her head on his shoulder. Quietly, she interrupted the silence, "Did you ever... I mean.. did you ever think about me... after.. at all?"

"Do you think I would've gone through all the trouble to warn you if I didn't?"

She nodded slowly, raising her head to look him in the eyes. "So... were you lying to me when you said you didn't love me?"

"Do I really need to answer that question?" he asked softly.

Shaking her head, she quietly said, "I'd rather you tell me if you still do or not."

"I do." he murmured, stooping his head to press a kiss upon her neck. "I still do."

She closed her eyes, soaking in everything that was him, his kisses, and his words. Turning her head she gently intercepted his lips with her own, her hands reaching up to rake through his hair.

That kiss brought him back to his seventh year, dragging her through the hallway, pinning her against the wall, having the positions switched around with a wicked smirk upon her lips, knowing he'd not be able to simply let her walk back to her common room, taking her into an empty classroom... As the memory floated through his head, the kiss got more and more intense. The gentleness was gone, replaced by want, need. He'd been deprived of her for so long, so very, very long.

"Mmm.. Draco," she moaned beneath the assault of his lips, pressing her chest into his as she ached for him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she dropped her lips from his and slowly began placing kisses all along his collarbone, tickling along the sensitive flesh with her tongue.

So many unchristian thoughts were running through Draco's head as her mouth fell to his neck, though they all became one big blur as a groan escaped him, that tight feeling in his jeans starting up as it had when he'd seen her change. "Ginny.."

She stopped for a moment, looking up at him with heated eyes, her lips slightly swollen. "Yes?" she whispered, dipping her fingers up and down his spine.

Goosebumps sprang up upon his arms and legs at her touch. "If you don't... want to do... this." he struggled to say.

She answered him by kissing him once again, slowly and lingering, before bringing her lips to his ear, "Make love to me, Draco."

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His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it upward and over her head. He swallowed thickly as he stared at her exposed chest, resisting the urge to simply rip her bra off and attack her. "You," His eyes flitted to her face. "Are amazing."

A deep blush rooted itself at her toes and crept all the way to her cheeks as he gazed at her. She smiled shyly at him before timidly tugging at his own shirt, placing a kiss on the exposed skin as she slowly brought it over his head.

He shivered slightly as the article of clothing was removed, before capturing her lips once more, his hand trailing across her flat stomach up toward her chest. As if it were second nature to do so, his hand moved to cup her breast, fondling as he let out another groan. To think, a day prior and he'd have been shot for trying such a thing.

Arching into his hand, Ginny placed her own hands on his shoulders, pulling herself up onto her knees as she kissed along the fine muscles of his shoulders and chest, her hair tickling his neck and arms. Reaching behind herself, she unsnapped her bra and let it fall from her arms onto the floor. Her red hair glided uninterrupted along her delicate shoulders as she tenderly kissed the side of his neck.

As soon as her bra went off, his hands were back in action. His mouth soon replaced one however, carefully nipping and sucking. He had to be dreaming. Had to be.

"Oh, Dra-" she couldn't even finish. Moaning as his mouth and hands excellently pleasured her, she reached forward, digging her fingers into his muscled back as she arched into him.

That sound was going to drive him crazy, moaning his name like that. It was so... erotic. His free hand moved down to run along her inner thigh, not more than two inches from hem of her skirt, getting closer all the while.

She gasped as she felt his hand upon her leg, shivers coursing through her body, which currently felt like it was practically on fire. Drawing his mouth away from her breast, albeit reluctantly, she gently eased his back onto the floor, as she leaned above him, her right hand drawing lazy patterns over his stomach and chest, as her other hand dropped to begin unbuckling his pants.

Draco's hips rose off the ground to help her slide his pants down and off his legs. When he looked up, he couldn't help but notice those lovely breasts hanging right in front of his face. Grinning cheekily, he raised both hands to resume previous activities, stretching up a bit to kiss her once again.

Moaning into his mouth, she moved to straddle his hips, her skirt rising up to the junction between her thigh and abdomen. Tearing her lips from his, she slowly eased her tongue down to circle around his nipples, her fingers tickling along his sides. Unbelieving that she was actually this lucky to have Draco back once again, she slowly lifted her chocolate brown eyes to his.

He let out a loud groan, letting his hands fall down to rest upon her hips. His head lolled back, so that he could only barely see her from the bottom of his line of vision. Instead of saying something, he simply let his hands move downward a bit further, lifting the elastic of her panties, only to let it fall back down with a snap!

"Something like this." Pressing her chest against his, she leaned forward and agonizingly began to nibble softly on his ear lobe, licking at the sensitive span of skin below it before blowing on it erotically, causing chills along his skin.

His smile was replaced by a smirk as he resisted the groan so ready to come out. "You'll have to do better than that."

Shimmying down his body, she left searing kisses all over his neck and chest, lightly nibbling at his nipples before continuing down to his waistband, kissing at his navel as her hands slowly slid down stroking his erection through his boxers. "How's this?" she whispered in a raspy voice, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That groan he'd been withholding so well before escaped with ease then. Blindly, he reached for the panties once more and gave them another snap. More punishment. Oh, please more punishment.

Smirking devilishly, Ginny began to slowly slide his boxers down, licking at the exposed flesh of his pelvis. After kissing all along his inner thigh and lapping at the delicate skin, she reached up to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. "I'm done," and she rolled off of him. There's your punishment.

Groaning in sexual frustration, he stared at her ceiling. Ginny may have been perfectly fine with not shagging someone senseless, but Draco certainly wasn't. If she was going to be difficult, he'd go to the Hog's Head and sneak that damned big-breasted woman into the back room.

"Ginny Molly Weasley, I'll give you ten seconds to come back over here. If you're not back, I am in no way responsible for my actions."

Squealing, she quickly stood up and covering her chest with her arms, ran down the hallway towards her bedroom, crawling beneath the covers, giggling.

"ONE!" he yelled, sitting up.

Giggle. Squeal.

"TWO!" he rose to his feet.

She dug herself deeper underneath the covers.

There was a loud trampling of footsteps before her door was flung open. "TEN." The covers were pulled back to reveal the bare-breasted girl. She had no time to flee, for Draco grabbed her and pinned her arms above her head.

Gasping as he captured her arms, she attempted not to giggle. "You cheated," she pouted.

"I said ten seconds, not that I'd count to ten." Smirk.

Grinning, she reached her lips up to his, affectionately kissing him as she caressed his hands, that currently held her captive, with her fingertips.

He released one hand to skillfully pull off those snappable panties, making sure to run his hand down along her leg as he did so.

She groaned as his fingers glided along her skin, taking advantage of her one free wrist to stroke along his cheek tenderly.

Tossing the garment aside, he slowly moved his hand back up to her inner thigh, caressing the soft, smooth skin beneath her rumpled skirt. "Mmm, I love you."

Kissing his forehead tenderly, she quietly whispered, "I love you," as she raised her hips for him to rid the skirt off of her body.

The skirt quickly followed the panties, leaving her naked beneath him. Naked. Beneath him. Just waiting for him to take her. He wouldn't keep her waiting long. He positioned himself between her legs and looked to her for approval, not sure that he could honestly stop himself if it wasn't there.

"What are you waiting for?" She quietly asked, her voice having dropped an octave as she gently nibbled at his lower lip.

He laughed softly, before changing her nibbling to a kiss and sliding into her.

Gasping as she felt him glide inside of her, she slowly leaned her head back and gave a guttural moan.

A similar noise escaped him as he placed his chin in the crook of her neck and slowly began thrusting inside her.

Digging her fingers into his back, she pressed her chest against his, rocking her hips in rhythm with his. Arching back, she let her head shift from left to right, left to right, restless movements as the pleasure became overwhelming.

"Ginny." he moaned, his sweat-covered body sliding against Ginny's. His Ginny. Not Gabriel's Ginny. Not Potter's Ginny. His, and he was claiming her once and for all.

"Draco.. Draco... Draco.." she whispered endearingly over and over, her lips touching his ear lobe.

His thrusts got faster and faster, listening to his name from her lips over and over, her strained breaths whisping across his ear.

Crying out his name as she reached her climax, she shuddered with pleasure as her tingling fingertips tickled up and down his back. White-hot heat coursed through her veins as her pulse slowed. "I love you," she said, her voice nearly inaudible as she cried softly into his shoulder.

As Ginny climaxed, Draco soon followed, spilling his seed into her with a throaty groan. For a moment, he simply caught his breath before feeling her salty tears trickle down his shoulder. Eyes wide, he pulled her off of him and looked at her, concerned. "Gin? What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing," she smiled at him, small droplets falling into the dimples of her cheeks. "Everything's perfect. I've just.. missed you so much," she kissed his cheek fondly.

He sighed and wiped the tears from her cheeks, before grinning cheekily. "Maybe you should miss me more often."

Growing serious for a moment, she simply replied, "No, I shouldn't need to," as she nuzzled his neck tenderly.

He laughed, playing with a few random strands of hair. "I wouldn't mind doing this for no good reason, either."

"Or any reason for that matter." Grin.

Another chuckle. "I don't remember you being so horny."

"It's not.. horny," she cringed. "It's.. simply enjoying the man I love."

"Whatever you say."

Pout.

Laugh.

She hit him playfully in his arm with the palm of her hand before slowly enclosing her hand over his muscle with a flicker of lust in her eyes as she reached up to gently lick at his neck.

"Mmm... you are so horny." he teased.

She immediately stopped and laid her head back down on the pillow, glaring up at him.

"Aw, did that hurt your feelings?" Smirk.

Squirming out from beneath him, she turned onto her side, her back facing him, frown in place across her red lips.

"Poor, poor Ginny." he murmured, running his hand down her side. "I'm so mean to you."

She nodded slowly, resisting the urge to turn around in his arms and let him continue with his hands.

His hand moved back up her side to her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "What did little Ginny ever do to deserve such horrible," The hand moved down to the small of her back and back up again. "Treatment."

Glaring at him over her shoulder, she answered stubbornly, "Absolutely nothing." She ignored the tingles in her skin, albeit difficultly.

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder. "Poor baby."

"I know." Sniffle.

"Mmm..." His hand moved over her shoulder, hovering tantalizingly close to her breast. "You shouldn't let me treat you so badly."

She moved her shoulder to block his arm, "You're absolutely right." And she sat up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom with a smirk.

He grinned and set about to removing her sheets from the bed. They'd certainly be needing a washing.

"I'm taking a shower," she called from the bathroom as the water began to run.

He rolled the linen into a ball and tossed it on the floor, eyeing the closed bathroom door. He could... though she'd probably just be evil, and there was a perfectly usable one downstairs. He did have some dignity, you know. "Alright." he called back, tracking down his boxers and slipping them on. He quietly headed out of her room and down the hall, ruffling his sweaty hair. He'd almost made it to the bathroom when there was a knock at the door, a loud impatient one.

"Ginny!" Eyes wide, the blonde looked over his shoulder at the front door. All he could make out were three red blotches of what had to be Weasley hair through the glass before quickly turning back around. Shit.

"Gabriel! Is that you? Let us in!" Male voices. Oh fuck it all. Ron and the twins? "Gabriel!"

Draco decided to do the only thing he could think of then. He bolted into the bathroom and locked the door. Ginny could tell them.

Growing impatient, George used his key and slowly opened the door. "Uh.. Ginny..?" He called out cautiously as Fred and Ron passed by him with confusion.

"I guess she's not home," Ron assumed, shrugging his shoulders as he grabbed a banana out of the kitchen and began peeling it.

Tripping over a brown shoe, Fred looked down to see two sets of clothes in the middle of the living room floor. "That's... odd..." he said uncomfortably.

"Ewsheshmahshischer," Ron began, then swallowing his first bite he clarified, "Ew. Ginny. Sister. Don't want to know."

Humming pleasantly, Ginny stepped from the shower, a towel wrapped around her waist as she left the bathroom to see if perhaps Draco wished to join her after all. "Draco?" she called as she walked down the hallway of her apartment. "Dra-" she stopped in mid-sentence as three redheads stared back at her with open mouths.

"Did you just--"

"She did, Ron." Fred replied.

"Draco..." Ron stumbled.

"As in Malfoy." George finished, and all three turned to stare at her once again.

Shifty eyes. Now what? "What are you three doing here, anyway?" she demanded, growing defensive.

"Busting you." George replied, earning a death glare from Ron.

Glare. "I gave you that key for emergencies only." With a menacing face, she walked across the living room to open the door, "Seeing as there isn't one, you are free to leave. Now."

Figuring that was his cue, Draco slowly emerged from the bathroom in just his boxers, flinching as the three all turned to look at him. "Er... hi."

He received a glare from all four Weasleys. "Thank you for making an appearance," Ginny finally broke the silence as she arched a brow at him before turning to her brothers. "GO!"

"You're going to tell me that," Ron flailed in Draco's general direction. "Isn't an emergency!"

She tapped her foot impatiently. "Absolutely not."

Draco glanced between the three boys uncomfortably. "Uh... Well. I'll just go take a shower then." That said, he calmly headed back toward the bathroom he'd just come out of.

As he walked away, Ginny glared at his retreating back. Wimp. Making her explain all by herself. Oh, he would pay later. And it would not be an enjoyable punishment. No sirree.

"You three can leave now," she demanded, pulling the front door open wider as she made a sweeping gesture towards the outdoors.

"We're telling mum," the twins said together in a singsong voice before apparating. Ron simply glared at her, obviously upset, before doing the same.

With an eye roll, she threw the front door shut, expecting a howler within the next few minutes from her mother. Walking over towards the bathroom, and without a courtesy knock, she simply pitched the door open as she stepped onto the tiled floor. "Thanks for leaving me hanging," she puffed a strand of red hair from her lip with frustration.

Draco glanced over at her, having just stepped into the hot water. "Well, the less time they spent glaring at me, the more they spent actually listening to you talk."

Was he nak-? Look away, Gin. Look away. She fiddled with a towel by the sink. "I see." Gulp.

As if she hadn't shagged him a few minutes ago. Very naked. "Are you alright?" he asked, poking his head out to get a better look at her. His blonde hair was plastered to his head. "You look... flustered. Did they really shake you up that much?"

"No." Pretty tiled floor. Very pretty.

"...No?" he asked, brows furrowing. "Then why're you staring at the floor and refusing to look at me?"

"I'm not refusing to look at you!" She defended herself as she glanced at him before turning to straighten her toothbrush in the toothbrush holder.

Blink. "...Heh. You're shy, aren't you?"

"Am not!" She turned to stare at a spot on the wall just above his shoulder. "See?"

"Are so." Grin.

She took a daring step forward. "Am. Not."

"Sure, sure." His head disappeared inside the shower as he reached for her shampoo.

"Hey, that's my good shampoo!" she reached in to grab it from him.

But he jerked his hand away. Was she really this easy to manipulate? He hadn't remembered her being so. Perhaps people change. "You can share."

"Because you're so good at doing that." Glare.

"I shared my food with you. And my clothes." he pointed out.

"Oh, yeah," she smiled lightly, remembering his generosity. "Want to share something else?"

Brow raise. Was that suggestive, or was it just him? "Yes... your shampoo."

With a smirk upon her lips she began to slowly lift the over-sized t-shirt from her thighs and waist. "I wasn't talking about the shampoo."

Draco's eyes widened slightly. "...Oh... The soap then?"

She shook her head sweetly as she dropped the shirt to the floor.

"You could always... tell me."

"Or I could..." she stepped into the shower, running water trickling down her body as she began to lightly nip and lick at his neck. "Show you."

His head tilted to one side. "Yeah, you could do that, too..."

End Chapter 6.