A/N- Here's the 4th chapter. Took long to update. Sorry! I met some trouble. My former beta reader had been so busy- so she said- and hadn't the free time to beta it. So, this chapter is not beta-ed. Forgive me for mistakes and just ignore them.
"Mr. Weasley, if you understand me, please-- at least—show me any sign that you do". McGonagall was saying, nigh to whine.
Draco was already exasperated. They had been at this for more than two hours. Two flaming Merlin's beard hours. He and Ginny had been called to McGonagall's office earlier to start restoring Ron's original state. Apparently, Snape had told McGonagall, some days before, what happened to Ron, and she had taken over in the curing plan. Well, better McGonagall than Snape.
She was extremely furious when she had known. That wasexpected.So, Draco and Ginny found themselves scrubbing pots and silverwares for the tenth time that week after the two and a half hour lecture; last night. And on second thought, maybe with Snape, they won't get this damned lectures and pots scrubbing everytime Draco brought up about nonsense.
At the moment, McGonagall was trying to put some spell on Ron, andhe wasn't really cooperating.
Draco and Ginny were sitting on a cushion amidst myriads kind of books. While McGonagall trying to sort out Ron's problem, they were supposed to do more researches. As if I didn't spend every night last week doing this. Right now, Ginny was the only one who really thought that they hadn't searched the entire library already. Draco was leaning back on his two hands looking at Ron and McGonagall's direction.
"Remind me again, why we should stay?" Draco whispered to Ginny, without even bothered to turn his head to look at her. And she didn't bother to look up to answer him.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ears she said-- "McGonagall said, we could help to--"
"Recognise the source of the problem". He finished it for her, sighing. He saw Ron blinked, and McGonagall breathe a sigh of relief. "Does a blink counts as a gesture?"
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Ginny shrugged. McGonagall straighten her glasses and waved a hand beckoning them. "Alright. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley. Come over here".
Ginny got up, first, and stretched slightly. They moved around the mass of books there and to where Ron and McGonagall were.
McGonagall turned to them from Ron and begun explaining. "I'm going to put a spell on Mr. Weasley. The spell could tell us any preternatural potions effects. I tried several different spells and I think that this one could work". She paused for a moment to catch her breath and continued, "It is a difficult spell and I could be distracted, so you both have to pay attention to every single detail that changes or movements from Mr. Weasley", she waited for their nods, then conjured the spell clearly. "Poliviar Astroctu".
Draco watched Ron unblinkingly to grope every little detail for awhile. He expected Ron to start gesturing visibly of.. anything, because, hell, he was getting goosebumps seeing Ron stare at him with dead eyes. He averted his view to where he could not meet Ron's eyes. Then, it was getting really boring; staring at Ron's brass cuff, Draco started to count the freckles on Ron's nose and when suddenly, a layer of brick-red mist seemed puffed out of Ron's pores. It stayed for a few seconds and then, he and Ginny kissing in the Potions Room, both of them bending over the table, locked at the mouths, was depicted amidst of red gas.
As the mist clears, he looked at Ginny who had turned red and was looking at the floor and nudging her feet at the stone tiles. Not what I'd expected at all. But, what was that?
"That was… interesting", said McGonagall. Draco looked at her, as she lowered her wand. She sat heavily on a chair she conjured and massaging her wrist absentmindedly. "I know what is wrong with him".
Ginny looked up. "You do?"
"Yes, I do. The mist you just saw was a block. A resistance".
Ginny looked taken aback. "A resistance? From what? FOR what?". Exactly.
McGonagall took a few seconds to answer. "The Reticent Potion had worked by building a sort of block to keep the consumer stays barred from thinking or speaking about other than the block in the first place. While still on the effects, they live by usual routine and orthodoxies. Like a cycle". She paused for a moment to think. "And as you both just saw, I believe you two could guess what Mr. Weasley's block is".
Ginny blushed before asking in an almost timid voice. "While still on the effects—you mean that this-" she gestured a hand to Ron "-will eventually disappear itself?" Ginny was really hoping, Draco could see.
"Eventually, yes. But we do have to smash the resistance for faster and better result. And if we wait longer, I'm afraid that Mr. Weasley's condition could get worse". McGonagall opened a heavy book on her lap (everything seemed to appear by themselves) and was looking through it.
"Worse? How worse? Could it be worse than this?"
McGonagall look up from the book, and seemed trying to recall what Ginny had asked. "Huh? Oh yes. Oh dear. I think the block could subdue but with its dissipation, it will erode his ability with it. It could be anything- his hearing, his sighting, his sanity or maybe his rationality".
"I don't think there is any rationality in him that could be taken away", Draco snickered loudly. Ginny glared at him and McGonagall watched him with bored eyes. They just can't stand it that I am right.
Ginny rolled her eyes exasperatedly, "So there's no other way, than smashing the block?"
McGonagall shook her head. "I'm afraid, no".
Then, something hit Draco; well, mentally. "Professor, you mentioned that Weasley's block prevents him from speaking about things OTHER than the block? Meaning he could very well had been yapping flippantly at those ponces— I mean his mates about what happened?" He looked at her insistently, demanding quick answers.
McGonagall's lips tugged slightly and she nodded. Oh hell! Draco mentally made a note to start making up excuses immediately. But what excuse can he give? To whom? He could use his dominion on others, but that means only the Slytherins. If his parents know? If Ginny's parents know? He didn't notice he had begun pacing back and forth, while running his hands through his hair. He stilled his legs and looked up. McGonagall and Ginny was looking at him with grim expressions. Well, immediately meant after this, now focus!
"Is putting off this resistance going to be difficult? I mean, really, I have enough of nonsense already". Draco enquired.
"You haveenough— nonsense? Nonsense? You are too right, Mr. Malfoy. These are nonsense. If you had been more sensible, we wouldn't be here. You and Miss Weasley wouldn't be here. None of this would happen. I would have been happily reading books on Troll race, and I swear it is a whole lot cheering than this— nonsense, you say!" She shouted at them. Here we go again. Troll race again. He grinned to Ginny and her glare screamed death at him. McGonagall was still shouting at them. "—thinking? Fighting?! In my time, a student – student! Not the Head Boy—would have wet himself if he even THINKS of fighting. Ever! And in the Potions Room! Do you know how dangerous……"
Draco swore after this she was going to bring up the Troll race again. "—watching Troll Race than…" He wondered was there ever such thing as Troll race. He imagined the way a Troll wearing a jersey, with a big number twenty-three and a 'Snoopy' above it, on its back. " –I could very well win a fortune against those house elves, if Snoopy wins..." Okay, that was creepy. "—swear I should have asked Dumbledore to…" Sweet Merlin, forgive for my sins. "—students acting like Trolls.."
Draco stopped listening and begun dreaming about the Caribbean Islands he went last summer. What was the girl's name? Haley, yes. Magnificent bosom. He didn't notice Ginny was slowly inched closer to him, until her arms brushed his. He looked sideways at her and hidden from McGonagall's view, she pinched his sides very, very painfully. It was all he could do not to yelp.
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After a good waste of half an hour, McGonagall lecture halted. Draco carefully gather words for not to anger McGonagall again. "Professor, how do we take off the resistance?" Draco asked, ignoring the boring look from McGonagall. He needed to know how to get out this mess. The sooner this ends the better. He was tired of it-- constant lectures,, and constant detentions and constant…Ginny.
Damn it all to hell. She spent the whole time pinching his sides. Letting go only to flex her fingers and finding a new spot to pinch. It was bloody painful. He swore he got good nine red— no, blue spots at his sides.
And damn that skirt and that tight blouse of hers. Why can't she wear something loose and unattractive? She was making life a lot harder for him. Yup, harder. Very much harder. He grimaced inwardly. Why was he thinking about this at the time? Focus, man! But seeing the way she appareled today, he noticed for the first time she got a mole just below her ear. And he found that incredibly… entrancing. He wondered why he didn't notice it………………
She was wearing that short skirt again. How could he concentrate on living the night out without making any idiotic moves? His trousers were already uncomfortably tight. And the way she sat on the floor, with her long legs stretched out in front of her. Bloody short skirt!!. He shifted.
"Malfoy, I know you love people gawking at you, but I certainly do not appreciate you staring at me". She said without looking up. He jerked invisibly. Damn!! "Now would sit down and get back to work! I'm bloody well are not going to do this alone. I separate your part…" She trailed off when he spoke.
"Whoever was staring, Weasley? I was merely looking at the rusty trophy beside you. It certainly looked much better than you do". He blurted. Heh, nice save, Malfoy. Now, stop getting yourself caught unbelievably stupid situations, moron! For real, she caught him.
She looked up, and started smiling slyly. "Really, Malfoy? Can I prove it otherwise?" The predatory look in her eyes made Draco shivered inwardly. By the gleam in her eyes, Draco felt like his feet was rooted to the stone tiles. Then, she stood up and moved closer to Draco and put her small hands on his slightly heaving chest. "Well, Malfoy?"
"Um…" He was speechless. What could he say to THAT? Those enticing moving pink lips were just a few inches away. Her scent filled his nose, and his hand was itching to run it through her hair. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. N first, then O. No; tell her that. But his brain couldn't send impulses to his muscles fast enough. It seemed that they ran out of diesel.
She grabbed his head almost too roughly and pressed her lips against his. His wide eyes fluttered to close themselves at the sensation. His dangling hands intuitionally circled her waist and pulled her closer. If this was what kissing is like, Draco thought that he had been doing it wrong all along. Words couldn't describe it, but he knew he couldn't get enough of it.
He started to move his lips, coaxing hers insistently to open. And when they did, he begun to roam to every crevice in her mouth. Tasting her, feeling her. His right hand went to grab her head; positioning it to the right angle. He could feel her hands on his neck and his chest. They were trembling, yet demanding and insistent.
When she moaned throatily, he couldn't hold back anymore. He was crazed. He pushed her onto the floor none too gently, and was on top of her as if they were never apart. With the new position, Draco felt more dominant. He kissed her fiercely and she responded. Draco's hand traveled from her neck to her side then back up again, kneading gently at the cotton-covered globe of flesh. Ginny turned her mouth away to gasp loudly and her hands clutched Draco's head desperately. Draco busied himself with her delicate skin on her beating pulses. He licked and sucked leaving a red wet love bite. He trailed down to her collar joint and frustrated by the limits the sweater she was wearing gave him; he grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head insistently.
Once the sweater gone, he attacked her neck, one hand squeezing her breast. She moaned and gasped and tried to deprive away his clothes. Her hands were shaking and fumbled on his buttons. She gave a violent tug on his third button when it wouldn't cooperate.
That was when everything came to his mind. Draco stiffened and brace himself on both of his hands; looking down at her. Her lips were red and swollen, her face was flushed, her chest was heaving and she was topless except a thin piece excuse of a bra. She looked up at him— hands still on his unbutton shirt, and for a moment she froze. Then, suddenly her eyes grow wide and scrambled him off her.
Draco fingered his side gingerly— the bloody woman pinched him— and sighed regretfully. The woman was a puzzle. First she despised him as if he has twenty kinds of diseases that contagious, or deadly,or both. Then, she was being all seductive and let him have a tidbit taste of her, but didn't let him anymore after that. Then, she being bloody irritating wearing those clothes. And he knew better that she wanted to tempt him. Then, she was back to being the bloody nuisance. Pinching him as if any was his fault! Flaming air-headed chit. He was going to put the pieces of puzzle together by the end of the year. And he avow on his grandfather's grave, even if it the last he would do. But first, maybe Madam Pomfrey has some ointment for his side.
A/N- So there it is. I'm still trying to improve my writing skills. So I beg you readers to help me do that. Please review!!!