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Ginny and Draco continue their relationship…

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Chapter 2

The next morning dawned frighteningly quickly for poor, tired Ginny. Groggily she pulled on her robes and brushed her teeth. She halfheartedly tried to pull a comb through her tangled red locks of hair, until her mirror cackled that it was a lost cause.

Without waiting for her roommates as she usually did, Ginny made her way down to the Great Hall alone. She wasn't quite sure how she would handle seeing Draco. It was one thing to be friends with him in the privacy of a completely empty library, but what about in front of the whole school? She couldn't imagine walking up to the boy and nonchalantly asking him how he'd slept, with Ron or Harry breathing over her shoulder! The three were practically mortal enemies! And what if Draco approached her first? Would Hermione whip out her infamous wand and hex him to hell, or would Ron just punch him in the nose?

Full of questions and concerns, Ginny found herself in the midst of the Great Hall much more quickly than she expected. She walked slowly over to the Gryffindor table, all the while sending furtive glances across the room to where she knew a silver-blond head was seated.

Ginny jumped when Dean Thomas put his hand on her shoulder.

"Jesus, Gin. I was just planning on saying good morning. How come you're so tense?"

"Erm, you just startled me, that's all Dean." Ginny replied with a shaky smile, still breathing quickly. Her ex-boyfriend eyed her worriedly, obviously put off by Ginny's uncharacteristically anxious behavior.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Dean asked her once more as she flopped down at the table and promptly knocked over a goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Fine!" Ginny answered cheerily, mopping up the pumpkin juice and grinning broadly. She chanced one more look at the Slytherin table before helping herself to a plate of eggs.

Dean shook his head, seemingly unconvinced, but walked away anyway. The poor boy was confused, and hoped he hadn't done anything to make Ginny act the way she was. He couldn't help hoping that perhaps the fiery redhead had fallen back in love with him. He was her first, after all.

I do seem to have that affect on women. Dean sighed to himself in the falsely exasperated tone that arrogant men use when talking about their experience with women.

As Dean walked away, Ginny wondered if she really was fine. Was she on edge entirely due to the fact that Ron, Hermione, and Harry hated Draco, or was it something else as well? Ginny brushed the place on her cheek where Malfoy's fingers had been and gave a small involuntary shudder.

"Cold, Ginny?" Ron asked, as he and Hermione plopped down across from her. Harry sat down next to Ginny and gave her a weird sort of look.

"No." She answered, jerking out of her reverie.

"You look odd, Gin." Hermione commented, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"That's a nice question to ask." Ron shot back at Hermione with a scathing look. "Coming from someone who sleeps 3 hours a night!"

"Ron, drop it. I'm fine. You don't have to worry about my sleeping habits – you aren't my mother. Besides, when you have work to do, you have to do it!"

"Jesus, Herm, everyone needs a break sometime. I may not be your mother, but I am your concerned boyfriend, and as the concerned boyfriend, I would like to see you in bed much more often." Ron grinned mischievously.

"I bet you would, you nasty wanker." Hermione said with a smile. Ginny looked away as she saw Hermione's hand wander into her "concerned boyfriend's" lap.

Ginny suddenly found herself wondering what would happen if she brought Draco over to the Gryffindor table. She would sit next to him and they would talk and laugh, and eat breakfast together. And when Ron, Hermione, and Harry came over as they did every morning, Ginny would put her hand on Draco's knee and say "Hello. This is Draco Malfoy, my friend from Slytherin." And Harry, Ron, and Hermione would stare for a second, but then just sit down and eat, talking about classes and occasionally asking Draco to "pass the sugar, please" in the most civilized way.

Ginny almost laughed at the scene in her head. It was absurd to think the five of them would ever be able to stand each other. There was too much shit between Draco and the other three for them to sit down as if everything was all right.

"Well," Ginny finally declared, "I'm off to class, then." She picked up her book bag and gave a small wave to Harry because Ron and Hermione were too busy … not eating, to notice who Ginny was, let alone where she was going.

As she was leaving the Great Hall, Ginny felt a hand on the small of her back. It was Draco's. Ginny could feel her skin tingling where his hand was pressed.

"Hey." He said quietly. "Where are you off to?"

"Potions." Ginny said, surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, even without the silence and emptiness of the library.

"Great, I'll walk you there. I have break now." Draco smiled at the red head and she grinned back. Draco was exhilarated at how easy it was to talk to Ginny even in the normal school setting. He had never met anyone so easy-going or, just so … happy.

"So, how did you sleep?" Ginny asked the boy, wishing with all her heart that he would just put his hand on her back again.

"Like a log." Draco replied, wondering whether to tell her that he had dreamt of her hazel eyes all night. How in the dreams, her slender, freckled body was pressed against his. What would father say now, if he heard I was dreaming of a dirty Muggle-lover. Draco shuddered at the thought.

"Are you all right?" Ginny asked him, peering concernedly into his face and touching his arm. He was so fuckable, Ginny thought. Just touching him once on the arm was enough to give her a tingly feeling all through her body. Touching Dean Thomas had never done this to her before.

"I'm fine." Draco answered, pushing all thoughts of his father away. The pair was nearing the dungeons now and the air was distinctly colder. Draco could see goose bumps on Ginny's arms, and wanted only to smooth them away. Through her robes, Draco could faintly make out Ginny's hardened nipples, and despite everything, he could feel himself begin to be turned on.

Draco Malfoy had been somewhat of a sex god for the past 2 years. He was used to sleeping with girls and never speaking to them again. He was known for being kinky, and for being the best. Girls loved his lean, muscular body, and they loved his shaggy blond hair. However, everything had changed with his father's death. Draco hadn't slept with a girl in 3 months. Ginny Weasley was making those three months seem like much too long.

When Draco and Ginny arrived at the potions master's classroom, they stopped.

"I'll see you later." Draco told her, unable to resist pushing a tangled red curl of hair out of Ginny's eyes.

"OK." Ginny said, wanting to feel his touch again. She turned away, swishing her hair in the way Michael Corner said always drove him wild. She could feel Draco's eyes on her ass as she walked into the Potion's room, and hoped he wanted to touch her as much as she did him.

Draco walked off toward the Slytherin common room, carefully concealing his boner. Maybe a cold shower was the best option at this point.

All day, Draco and Ginny could not stop thinking about each other. While Ginny was in Charms she thought of the way Draco's hair fell so sexily into his eyes. While he was in Herbology, Draco thought of the way Ginny's little tongue would dart out to wet her lips every once in a while. While sitting in the smoky depths of Divination, Ginny thought of how sweet and caring Draco seemed. And all throughout Professor Binn's droning in History of Magic, Draco kept remembering how smart and witty she was.

By the time the two actually saw each other at dinner, they were so excited it hurt.

Ginny merely picked at her food, settling instead to watch the blond across the room. Ginny was not a bad girl by nature, but now the only thoughts running through her mind, were the dirty things she could do to him if they were in bed together.

She had never thought so much about a boy. Usually, boys just came to her. They were drawn by her unique look and her sense of humor. Ginny had never worked to be sexy before, but in order to snare the sex god to end all sex gods, she would sure as shit try.

When Ginny saw Draco get up to leave, she got up too. At the door of the Great Hall they fell in step together.

"How much work do you have to do tonight, Ginny?" Draco asked her, eyeing the large book bag slung over her shoulder.

"Only an 8 inch History of Magic essay on The Goblin of Wantung." Ginny replied, "but I've got Quidditch practice in 25 minutes."

"Well, will you be needing the library for your essay, Miss Weasley?" Draco asked with a hint of a smirk on his face.

"I believe so, Mr. Malfoy." Ginny grinned back. At the top of the tall staircase marking where she turned left to get to the Gryffindor common room, and he continued straight, they stopped.

"I'll see you around 9 then?" He questioned, suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from the way she caressed the strap of her book bag with long, slender fingers.

"Definitely." Ginny replied, noticing his gaze and slowly bringing her fingers up to touch her moist, red lips. Draco watched, transfixed for a few seconds until he seemed to come to his senses. He blinked rapidly and then started to walk away slowly, calling out a hurried "bye!"

Ginny gave herself a mental pat on the back. It was such a turn on to see him squirm like that.

The youngest Weasley ran to her room for her Quidditch robes. She burst into her room and started rummaging around her trunk for the scarlet and gold Sports Robes.

Suddenly a hand came down on hers, preventing her from snatching the clothes.

"Ginny Weasley, what have you got to say for yourself?" It was one of Ginny's roommates, Melinda. Melinda was a thin black girl with long dreadlocks. She was tremendously funny and full of weird ideas. She was also infamous for sleeping around and never committing to one guy for more than two days. (Ginny knew for a fact that this trend had only been broken once when Melinda had fallen in love with a 22 year old over the summer. The poor girl was in love and didn't know what to do with herself, so she resorted to drowning her sorrow in meaningless sex.)

"W-what do you mean?" Ginny stammered, trying unconvincingly to sound casually surprised.

"I mean, its totally obvious Gin, you've got that look. Who is the guy? Is it a Ravenclaw this time? I love it when you date out of Gryffindor, it just makes your brother so pissed!"

Ginny looked down, unsure of what to say. Should she tell Melinda she was falling for someone she had just the day before thought worse than scum? What would Mel do? Hate Ginny forever? She doubted it. Melinda would be more likely to say she had already tapped that ass a couple weeks ago.

"Mel. I did something bad."

"What is it, honey?"

"I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." Ginny blurted quickly. Melinda just stared for a second, and then began to laugh.

"You're fallin' for the bad guys now sweetheart. Isn't he marked as, like, 'Most Likely to Become a Death Eater' on the Hogwarts radar? His daddy died in jail and his mum was put away. Sounds like a great guy."

"No, Mel. He's changed. He's sweeter now, and good. He's sorry for everything he did in the past. I think he just needs good friends."

"Yeah, or a good fuck!" Mel laughed. "Guys never change, honey."

"This is different." Ginny insisted.

"Well," Melinda mused, "he's very sexy. I always considered him too high maintenance for me, personally, but you Gin – it could be perfect."

"Christ. Quidditch in 10 minutes. I gotta go Mel. I'm meeting Draco in the library tonight, so I'll let you know what happens."

"Wonderful. Don't wait up for me, I'll be in James Dante's room tonight!"

"You're a whore!" Ginny called over her shoulder as she began to run down to the Quidditch locker rooms.

Quidditch practice was long and hard. Ginny was sweaty and exhausted by the time Harry blew the final whistle and yelled for everyone to go get some rest. Harry swooped down to where Ginny was dismounting her broom and hopped off next to her.

"Good execution of the Flyterman's Triple today, Ginny. You're really doing well as a chaser."

"Thanks!" Ginny said, panting slightly.

"You seem a little out of it though," Harry said slowly, "you still played brilliantly, of course. I'm just worried."

"I'm fine!" Ginny said, a bit louder than necessary. "I am sick of you and Ronald always checking up on me. I'm 15 years old, and quite capable of looking after myself."

"Jeez, Gin, you don't have to get so defensive. I'm just trying to be a good captain. If I notice something weird about one of my team, I'm gonna say something."

"You're right, Harry. Sorry I snapped." Ginny wondered what Harry would say about whom she was planning on meeting in the library that evening. She imagined him turning white, and then red with anger. Harry hated Draco with all his heart. He held Draco's father responsible for Sirius' death. Harry had seen too much anger and destruction in his life to trust anyone completely. He would never accept that Draco was changed for the better.

"Its all right." Harry gave his best friend's sister a small smile. At least Ginny was able to play with precision. It was more than he could say for Ron. The Keeper just didn't seem to have what people call hand-eye coordination. Sometimes Harry thought Ron would be a better help as the water boy or something. Harry sighed and clapped Ginny on the back.

"Well, I'm off to finish up some work. I'll see you later." He began to walk toward the school. "Oh, and work on the Epinski Drill with Katie Bell if you get a chance." Harry called over his shoulder.

As the tousle-haired boy walked away, Ginny thought of how in love with him she had been. He still had a body to die for, and he was sweet, of course. It just seemed like Draco had something The "Chosen One" didn't. A sort of mystique, perhaps. Maybe Melinda was right and Ginny had fallen for his bad boy charm.

Ginny hurried to shower and dress in clean robes. She ran up the huge staircase outside the Great Hall three at a time. Half of her books fell out of her bag as she snatched it from atop her bed in an effort to get to the library.

"Bloody hell." Ginny exclaimed, shoving everything haphazardly back inside. All she wanted was to get to the library! Every inch of her body was screaming to see Draco again. Jesus, what did this boy have that made her so desperate?

It was 9:15 when Ginny reached the library's work place. Draco was already there, history books in hand. A wave of longing seemed to wash over his face when Ginny walked in, but it was gone in an instant, and Ginny was sure she had imagined it. Draco had on a black muggle t-shirt, tight enough to show off his great arm muscles, and hint at a sexy 6-pack. He smiled at Ginny, and the girl felt herself melting from the inside out. She managed to keep her composure, though, and sauntered over to the table Draco was standing beside.

"Hey." She said with a smile.

"Hullo. Are you ready to study?" Draco couldn't keep his eyes off her smile. It was so inviting, so friendly, and so kissable. Her lips were full and soft. Oh! He had to get control of himself! Draco sat down at the table, motioning for her to do the same.

"Shall we?" He asked, and she sat down. They both opened up their books, and Ginny half-heartedly began to take notes on the Goblin of Wantung. After each sentence she read, Ginny would glance up at Draco, as if making sure he was still there. Finally she couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"Draco, umm, could you explain this part to me, I don't really understand what it means when it talks about The Goblin Goblet." She smoothed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him questioningly.

The boy moved smoothly around to sit next to Ginny, glad for an excuse to touch her warm arm. He began to explain what the book meant, barely able to concentrate on his own words with Ginny so close to him. He felt a little guilty, but every part of him wanted to make love to her, right there on the library table – regardless of the 15 odd people studying quietly in the library.

When Draco realized he had run out of things to say about the Goblin Goblet, (a surprisingly simple topic involving a Goblet with Goblins painted on it) he stood up. "I think I might know where some Goblin information is in the Restricted Section."

Ginny stood up next to him. "Will we be able to get in?" She asked, apprehensively. The idea of doing something against the rules with Draco was a huge turn on!

"I have my ways." The blond replied mysteriously, trying to remember if there were any history books at all in the Restricted Section. He led her back into the more gloomy depths of the library. When they reached the scarlet rope that marked the Restricted Section's entrance, Madam Pince appeared out of one of the side corridors as if by magic.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley. Can I help you with something?" Her hawk-like eyes peered down at the pair of them accusingly.

Ginny jumped to answer. "Madam Pince, I just needed some more information on Goblins that I couldn't find in the books in front. Since Draco is so well read, he said he knew of some Goblin books in the Restricted Section. I knew that you were his favorite staff member, so I thought it would be best to let him lead me, rather than bother you while you were busy." Years of practice had given Ginny the perfect combination of innocence and earnestness. She looked at Madam Pince with all the charm she could muster up.

After what seemed a life time, Madam Pince, looking surprisingly flattered, muttered that the two of them must be careful with the books, and swept off down a different corridor.

"You're brilliant." Draco breathed in Ginny's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. They stepped into the quietness of the Restricted Section, leaving any noise of the main library behind. In the dim light, it was hard to make out Draco's expression when Ginny glanced at him.

Suddenly he turned to her. "I don't actually know where any Goblin books are." He said, mischievously.

"That's ok." Ginny replied. "I don't actually have a Goblin essay to write." He stared at her incredulously, and then laughed. They both laughed for a long time, surprised at the other's tactics.

Finally, when their giggles subsided, Draco reached out and brushed Ginny's cheek with his fingertips. She stepped closer to him, close enough to breath in his clean, boyish smell. He leaned back against a bookshelf and pulled her even closer to him, relishing at the feel of her soft body pressed against his own.

She looked up into his blue eyes, and then he kissed her. Slowly nibbling at her lips. She let out a small whimper of satisfaction, and Draco, taking this as a sign that he could push for more, continued more quickly. He took her whole mouth in his, pushing for entrance with his tongue. Her hands were on his chest, slowly caressing him through his t-shirt.

Draco began to kiss her harder, finding it more difficult to restrain himself. His hands moved to around her waist, and then up, feeling her small curves, her delicate shoulder blades, her long, soft hair.

Ginny could feel Draco getting hard, his boner pressed just below her belly button. She smiled into his mouth and from his chest to his waist. She played with the button on his jeans, all the while trading tongues with him. Slowly she unzipped his pants. He moaned into her mouth, glad for the release from his tight pants.

Gently, Ginny began to caress his boner over his boxers. He moaned into her mouth and thrust into her hand. "Don't stop, please." He whispered, moving to suck on her neck, just under her jaw.

She reached into his boxers and took him in her hand, caressing him more forcefully now. His breath quickened and he moaned a little louder. After a little while, Ginny could feel that Draco was about to come. She knelt down in front of him and took the tip of him into her mouth.

He gasped and gripped the bookshelf hard, trying to hold back the scream of pleasure threatening to rip from his throat. Her soft lips moved around him, and Draco could feel the pressure building up in his lower stomach. Finally he came, letting off a spurt of cum into Ginny's mouth and panting hard. She swallowed, and then stood up to kiss him.

Just then, they heard footsteps. Hastily, Draco pulled his jeans back on and buttoned them back up. Ginny tried to smooth her hair down and pull her shirt straight.

Madam Pince emerged from around the corner.

"What are you two doing!" She exclaimed, eyeing Draco's mussed hair and t-shirt.

"Ermm, we were, that is … couldn't find… we'll leave." Ginny stuttered, grabbing Draco's hand and dragging him with her toward the door. She snatched up her book bag on the way, continuing to march briskly out the door. The second the pair was outside the library, they burst into laughter.

"Did you see her face?" Ginny gasped, fighting for breath between cackles.

"Her eyes were so big I thought they would pop out!" Draco laughed. He smiled at Ginny, and reached again to touch her cheek, and then her lips.

"I owe you." He whispered. She smiled and gave him a sweet, but quick kiss.

"I have to go." She turned to walk back to Gryffindor common room, but he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, kissing her passionately. When they broke apart Draco whispered in Ginny's ear for the 2nd time that night, "You're Brilliant." She shivered again and smiled at him before sweeping off toward the common room.

Draco stood watching her go and thinking how fast things can change in 48 hours. Two nights ago he had been lonely, depressed and confused. Now he was feeling things he had never experienced before. Could it be love? He had never felt love toward anyone. Ever.

Back in her room, with Jane and Marcia asleep, and Melinda in James' room, Ginny was left alone to her thoughts. She touched her kiss-swollen lips and smiled to herself. She had never been so happy. Could she be in love?

Time would tell.

There you go kiddiwinkles. Tell me what you think, and I'll add more! I didn't actually mean for this to be so long, but the story took over. PEACELOVE, hayna.