Draco quickly changed into his Slytherin robes and stormed of the Change
rooms and back to Hogwarts Castle. A mixture of anger at losing the match,
annoyance over bloody Weasley, and sexual frustration over the Weasley
female had all combined to put Draco in a very bad mood.
He stomped up the steps to the Castle and crashed straight into a dark haired figure. She fell backwards, her black hair spilling about her shoulders.
"Thanks." It was Cho, Potters girlfriend. Really quite pretty in a way, Draco thought to himself. Her hair was long, straight and silky, and her eyes were dark and a nice shape. Probably her best feature, Draco mused. He reached out a hand to help her (although he didn't really know why) only to see that her face was tear streaked and pale.
"Whats wrong with you?" Malfoy asked in a nasty way, not really caring what her answer would be.
"Nothing," Cho mumbled. "Nothing that concerns you anyway, Malfoy."
"You think so? Well I guess thats a possibility. But, let me see, this is too good, this is classical!......Potter dumped you, right?!" Draco asked cruelly. Tears sprang to her eyes once more.
"Well, I must have guessed right then, judging by the look on your sad and sorry face." Draco went on..."Doesn't surprise me though, you should have seen the way he reacted when I tried it on that redhead. He went apeshit!!"
"DON'T talk to me about that conniving little slut, Malfoy. Its all her fault that I'm like this! I hate her, I hate Harry too. They deserve each other," Cho spat, not really knowing-or caring for that matter-what she was saying about Harry, whom she still loved.
Draco's eyes darkened. "Never say that. Ginny deserves better than anything Potter could ever give her." He'd said the words before he'd even thought about them. He'd practically handed Cho the key to the secret diary of his heart. And not many people had been there. 'Shit,' he cursed himself silently.
"Oh, for Merlins sake! DON'T tell me you like that little bitch too? Yeah everyone's obsessed with her at the moment. My boyfriend included! Sorry, my ex-boyfriend! What does she have that I don't??" Bitter rage and jealousy overcame her.
"Calm down Chang! As if I'd ever go for a Weasel!" Draco tried to cover up for himself. As if I wouldn't! "But anyone deserves better than Potter. He's a total dipshit."
"I'm not going to argue on that one," Cho replied, her voice thick with contempt.
As they were talking, Draco and Cho were walking absent mindedly. Before they knew it, they found themselves in an empty 7th floor corridor.
"What the hell am I doing here? And alone with YOU? Cho shrieked, almost hysterical after all the recent happenings. Draco just stared at her, his gaze becoming more and more heated. His eyes travelled over her copper coloured face. Beautiful. Although his dream girl would have paler skin somewhat, and brown eyes, not black like Cho's, he imagined. As his eyes moved up to her hair, was it just him, or did it seem almost.....red in the dull torch light.
'Oh, Ginny' he whispered to himself.
And then his lips were on Cho's, as he violently kissed her. But it wasn't Cho's lips that he was kissing, to Draco it was Ginny's small, soft, rose coloured lips that he tasted. As his hands pulled desperately at her robes, it was not Cho's tan body he saw beneath, but Ginny's ivory figure. It was not Cho who kissed him desperately back. It was Ginny, only Ginny.
As Draco backed her against the wall, her legs about his waist, it was not Cho, but Ginny who felt him harden, who helped guide him into her. It was Ginny, whom he was plunging into (and a fine fit she was too) over and over. It was Ginny who cried out in agonisingly wonderful rapture, calling his name, gripping him tightly, not Cho. To Draco it wasn't Cho whom he had sex with in the corridor. It was Ginny.
Then it was over, and Draco came back to reality, panting for breath. With a violent jolt, he saw that it was not Ginny gasping for breath in his arms, but Cho. Disgusted with her and himself, he quickly and roughly pulled himself out of her, did up his pants and turned to Cho. He spat one biting word at her.
"Slut."
Cho, eyes wide with shock, watched him walk away hurriedly. She felt like she had been slapped in the face. Draco had called her a slut. She felt lower than low. Draco had used her like a cheap piece of sex relief! Like one of his whores, Pansy or Parvati! What a way to spend a day. Break up with Harry, watch Harry AND Ginny play quidditch together, watch Harry and Ginny celebrate with each other (like the little lovers that they were) and then let Malfoy screw her .
She sank down against the wall and began to sob quietly. Let this day pass quickly, please.........
****
Ginny was enjoying a quiet soothing shower all by herself in the girls Quidditch Change rooms. Gryffindor had won! She smiled happily to herself. But what a game. That had been a great catch by Harry. He had proven yet again that he was the best seeker in a century. The only thing that really dampened her mood was Malfoy. His harrassing of her had scared Ginny a little. He had been so serious and so intense. It wasn't as if he was just perving either (she was used to that anyway). Draco had acted in a way that said he really wanted her. Anyone BUT Malfoy, Ginny thought. She remembered his lust filled eyes and his tight breeches. She hadn't even DONE anything and he was hard. How did that work then?? Draco was always cold and nasty, never like this...
"What the hell....?" Ginny spun round, her cry echoing around the changerooms and out into the empty corridor. There was no one there, but Ginny swore she had felt a hand brush against her waist. It was creepy. And to make matters worse, she didn't want to think about what Draco might try and do, if it was him.
Ginny could sense someone or something in the changerooms. Someone was hiding. But there was nowhere to hide, the change rooms appeared to be empty. Then maybe they're invis-...
"Harry!" Ginny screamed. "Stop bloody perving and show yourself!"
She stood under the shower, panting from her scare. She felt strong arms around her waist, looking up, she saw Harry staring down at her, lifting the invisability cloak from his head. He had fire in his eyes, and through his Gryffindor towel, which was draped slackly around his waist, she could feel him harden against her stomache.
Harry pulled her close into him and wrapped the invisability cloak tightly around them both. He kissed her strongly and possesively, then murmured gently against her ear, "Didn't you say we had something to finish?"
Ginny, distracted by his lips and hands, pulled away slightly. "No, I think you said it actually!" She teased. "But I think we do." She pulled Harry's head down to hers and kissed him gently. The water poured all around them as they embraced each other. Harry caressed Ginny's back as she kissed him along his jawline and ran her tongue down his collar bone. Harry groaned for the first time and he propped Ginny up against shower wall, kissing her in a long, passionate kiss.
In and flash, Ginny removed the towel from around Harry's waist, and she moaned herself. Harry's manhood stood proud and erect. Curiously, almost cautiously, Ginny clasped him in her small hands. Harry groaned louder and pushed himself closer, pressing Ginny tight against the tiled wall.
"I want you so badly Ginny," he managed to say, before Ginny clasped him tighter and he gasped. The hot water was still running. It poured over them like a hot spring waterfall. It made her hair curl lusciously around her face and the water ran in rivulets down her curves. The invisability cloak was forgotten for the moment as Ginny arched her back and helped guide Harry into her.
This time was a little different. No longer did she experience pain, and she wasn't so scared. She knew Harry, she trusted him, and she she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Ginny moaned softly, but she began to moan louder as Harry entered her quickly and claimed her in one swift motion. Again she cried out, as Harry thrust into her. He called her name and groaned as he came. For a brief moment, they were together as one, washed in a sea of intimacy. Nothing could come between them.
****
Draco stormed away. 'That was good,' he thought- but it was only Cho. Why her? He guessed that it was because she was on hand at the right time. Nothing more than a good, quick root. His sexual needs had been fulfilled, but his infatuation with Ginny did not cease.
Ever since he caught her eye at the Ball, he had grown interested. Ginny was beautiful, clearly one of the hottest chicks attending Hogwarts now. Harry had clearly beaten him to her, but that wasn't a problem, he would have his way with anyone he pleased. That included the redhead.
Draco turned the corner and continued up the passage way, he then entered a small door and hurried along the long, winding staircase to the Slytherin common room below.
Crabbe and Goyle were lounging on the leather chesterfield couches eating snot flavoured peanuts. Not that they were aware of the extra flavouring. Draco had put a spell on them before he left for quidditch that morning.
"How did the match go Draco?" Goyle sprayed a whole mouthful of peanuts onto the stone floor.
"Fine thanks, Pig" he barked. Draco was in no mood to answer questions. Especially lame ones coming from Goyle. As if he cared how the quidditch match went now!?
"You're fathers up in the guest wing Draco. He came down earlier and had a go at Goyle. He was really angry that you lost. No, I mean really pissed off. Kinda funny really!" Crabbe proceeded to laugh his arse off. No one else did.
"Think its funny do you dipshit!? I happened to have my mind on more important things at the time. Unlike you guys, who always think of food. You don't even f**king care! You didn't even come and watch, you just sat here the whole bloody time eating snot flavoured peanuts." Draco glared at them. He felt a little better taking his anger out on his friends.
"What?" Goyle accidently sprayed another gobb-full of peanut crumbs everywhere.
Draco sighed in annoyance.
"I don't have time for you two at the moment, do you know where my father went? Is he still up in his room?
"As far as I know. Oh, he also said that he was going to poison Potters owl before he went to bed. I think it was a joke." Crabbe looked a little baffled.
"Poison Potters owl, hey? That would be a laugh. Potter would ball his eyes out!"
Then he added in a serious tone,
"I'll be back later tonight- very late."
He stomped up the steps to the Castle and crashed straight into a dark haired figure. She fell backwards, her black hair spilling about her shoulders.
"Thanks." It was Cho, Potters girlfriend. Really quite pretty in a way, Draco thought to himself. Her hair was long, straight and silky, and her eyes were dark and a nice shape. Probably her best feature, Draco mused. He reached out a hand to help her (although he didn't really know why) only to see that her face was tear streaked and pale.
"Whats wrong with you?" Malfoy asked in a nasty way, not really caring what her answer would be.
"Nothing," Cho mumbled. "Nothing that concerns you anyway, Malfoy."
"You think so? Well I guess thats a possibility. But, let me see, this is too good, this is classical!......Potter dumped you, right?!" Draco asked cruelly. Tears sprang to her eyes once more.
"Well, I must have guessed right then, judging by the look on your sad and sorry face." Draco went on..."Doesn't surprise me though, you should have seen the way he reacted when I tried it on that redhead. He went apeshit!!"
"DON'T talk to me about that conniving little slut, Malfoy. Its all her fault that I'm like this! I hate her, I hate Harry too. They deserve each other," Cho spat, not really knowing-or caring for that matter-what she was saying about Harry, whom she still loved.
Draco's eyes darkened. "Never say that. Ginny deserves better than anything Potter could ever give her." He'd said the words before he'd even thought about them. He'd practically handed Cho the key to the secret diary of his heart. And not many people had been there. 'Shit,' he cursed himself silently.
"Oh, for Merlins sake! DON'T tell me you like that little bitch too? Yeah everyone's obsessed with her at the moment. My boyfriend included! Sorry, my ex-boyfriend! What does she have that I don't??" Bitter rage and jealousy overcame her.
"Calm down Chang! As if I'd ever go for a Weasel!" Draco tried to cover up for himself. As if I wouldn't! "But anyone deserves better than Potter. He's a total dipshit."
"I'm not going to argue on that one," Cho replied, her voice thick with contempt.
As they were talking, Draco and Cho were walking absent mindedly. Before they knew it, they found themselves in an empty 7th floor corridor.
"What the hell am I doing here? And alone with YOU? Cho shrieked, almost hysterical after all the recent happenings. Draco just stared at her, his gaze becoming more and more heated. His eyes travelled over her copper coloured face. Beautiful. Although his dream girl would have paler skin somewhat, and brown eyes, not black like Cho's, he imagined. As his eyes moved up to her hair, was it just him, or did it seem almost.....red in the dull torch light.
'Oh, Ginny' he whispered to himself.
And then his lips were on Cho's, as he violently kissed her. But it wasn't Cho's lips that he was kissing, to Draco it was Ginny's small, soft, rose coloured lips that he tasted. As his hands pulled desperately at her robes, it was not Cho's tan body he saw beneath, but Ginny's ivory figure. It was not Cho who kissed him desperately back. It was Ginny, only Ginny.
As Draco backed her against the wall, her legs about his waist, it was not Cho, but Ginny who felt him harden, who helped guide him into her. It was Ginny, whom he was plunging into (and a fine fit she was too) over and over. It was Ginny who cried out in agonisingly wonderful rapture, calling his name, gripping him tightly, not Cho. To Draco it wasn't Cho whom he had sex with in the corridor. It was Ginny.
Then it was over, and Draco came back to reality, panting for breath. With a violent jolt, he saw that it was not Ginny gasping for breath in his arms, but Cho. Disgusted with her and himself, he quickly and roughly pulled himself out of her, did up his pants and turned to Cho. He spat one biting word at her.
"Slut."
Cho, eyes wide with shock, watched him walk away hurriedly. She felt like she had been slapped in the face. Draco had called her a slut. She felt lower than low. Draco had used her like a cheap piece of sex relief! Like one of his whores, Pansy or Parvati! What a way to spend a day. Break up with Harry, watch Harry AND Ginny play quidditch together, watch Harry and Ginny celebrate with each other (like the little lovers that they were) and then let Malfoy screw her .
She sank down against the wall and began to sob quietly. Let this day pass quickly, please.........
****
Ginny was enjoying a quiet soothing shower all by herself in the girls Quidditch Change rooms. Gryffindor had won! She smiled happily to herself. But what a game. That had been a great catch by Harry. He had proven yet again that he was the best seeker in a century. The only thing that really dampened her mood was Malfoy. His harrassing of her had scared Ginny a little. He had been so serious and so intense. It wasn't as if he was just perving either (she was used to that anyway). Draco had acted in a way that said he really wanted her. Anyone BUT Malfoy, Ginny thought. She remembered his lust filled eyes and his tight breeches. She hadn't even DONE anything and he was hard. How did that work then?? Draco was always cold and nasty, never like this...
"What the hell....?" Ginny spun round, her cry echoing around the changerooms and out into the empty corridor. There was no one there, but Ginny swore she had felt a hand brush against her waist. It was creepy. And to make matters worse, she didn't want to think about what Draco might try and do, if it was him.
Ginny could sense someone or something in the changerooms. Someone was hiding. But there was nowhere to hide, the change rooms appeared to be empty. Then maybe they're invis-...
"Harry!" Ginny screamed. "Stop bloody perving and show yourself!"
She stood under the shower, panting from her scare. She felt strong arms around her waist, looking up, she saw Harry staring down at her, lifting the invisability cloak from his head. He had fire in his eyes, and through his Gryffindor towel, which was draped slackly around his waist, she could feel him harden against her stomache.
Harry pulled her close into him and wrapped the invisability cloak tightly around them both. He kissed her strongly and possesively, then murmured gently against her ear, "Didn't you say we had something to finish?"
Ginny, distracted by his lips and hands, pulled away slightly. "No, I think you said it actually!" She teased. "But I think we do." She pulled Harry's head down to hers and kissed him gently. The water poured all around them as they embraced each other. Harry caressed Ginny's back as she kissed him along his jawline and ran her tongue down his collar bone. Harry groaned for the first time and he propped Ginny up against shower wall, kissing her in a long, passionate kiss.
In and flash, Ginny removed the towel from around Harry's waist, and she moaned herself. Harry's manhood stood proud and erect. Curiously, almost cautiously, Ginny clasped him in her small hands. Harry groaned louder and pushed himself closer, pressing Ginny tight against the tiled wall.
"I want you so badly Ginny," he managed to say, before Ginny clasped him tighter and he gasped. The hot water was still running. It poured over them like a hot spring waterfall. It made her hair curl lusciously around her face and the water ran in rivulets down her curves. The invisability cloak was forgotten for the moment as Ginny arched her back and helped guide Harry into her.
This time was a little different. No longer did she experience pain, and she wasn't so scared. She knew Harry, she trusted him, and she she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Ginny moaned softly, but she began to moan louder as Harry entered her quickly and claimed her in one swift motion. Again she cried out, as Harry thrust into her. He called her name and groaned as he came. For a brief moment, they were together as one, washed in a sea of intimacy. Nothing could come between them.
****
Draco stormed away. 'That was good,' he thought- but it was only Cho. Why her? He guessed that it was because she was on hand at the right time. Nothing more than a good, quick root. His sexual needs had been fulfilled, but his infatuation with Ginny did not cease.
Ever since he caught her eye at the Ball, he had grown interested. Ginny was beautiful, clearly one of the hottest chicks attending Hogwarts now. Harry had clearly beaten him to her, but that wasn't a problem, he would have his way with anyone he pleased. That included the redhead.
Draco turned the corner and continued up the passage way, he then entered a small door and hurried along the long, winding staircase to the Slytherin common room below.
Crabbe and Goyle were lounging on the leather chesterfield couches eating snot flavoured peanuts. Not that they were aware of the extra flavouring. Draco had put a spell on them before he left for quidditch that morning.
"How did the match go Draco?" Goyle sprayed a whole mouthful of peanuts onto the stone floor.
"Fine thanks, Pig" he barked. Draco was in no mood to answer questions. Especially lame ones coming from Goyle. As if he cared how the quidditch match went now!?
"You're fathers up in the guest wing Draco. He came down earlier and had a go at Goyle. He was really angry that you lost. No, I mean really pissed off. Kinda funny really!" Crabbe proceeded to laugh his arse off. No one else did.
"Think its funny do you dipshit!? I happened to have my mind on more important things at the time. Unlike you guys, who always think of food. You don't even f**king care! You didn't even come and watch, you just sat here the whole bloody time eating snot flavoured peanuts." Draco glared at them. He felt a little better taking his anger out on his friends.
"What?" Goyle accidently sprayed another gobb-full of peanut crumbs everywhere.
Draco sighed in annoyance.
"I don't have time for you two at the moment, do you know where my father went? Is he still up in his room?
"As far as I know. Oh, he also said that he was going to poison Potters owl before he went to bed. I think it was a joke." Crabbe looked a little baffled.
"Poison Potters owl, hey? That would be a laugh. Potter would ball his eyes out!"
Then he added in a serious tone,
"I'll be back later tonight- very late."