Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, current plot for this chapter, and words belong to me, Lady Silver Brooch.

Author's notes: This is my first chapter in this story. Enjoy! And thank you to LadySLordD and wildadaptor for being my wonderful beta readers! And to the readers—Sorry for the long wait! School's a nightmare…Do give me some time for the next chapter! Review please!


Part VII: Incidents before the game…

"I believe you have far too much clothes for my taste darling," he whispered from behind her, his warm breath fanning over her throat. "Don't you think we should…discard them?" and with that, Ginny's uniform disappeared. He licked her neck leisurely, and she leaned back her head with a throaty moan, giving him greater excess to her throat.

His long fingers traveled down to her stomach, drawing invisible circles as Ginny continued to moan and groan in pleasure. His fingers continued their journey further down, until they reached the thatch of soft red curls between her thighs

"You're so wet…for me?" he whispered huskily, and inserted a finger into her. Ginny started making mewling sounds, and felt a need so strong to get him inside her.

"Now", she breathed, turning her head to him. "Now"

He pushed her back against the wall, all the while staring in to her eyes, and said "Say my name"

His finger started rotating gently within her, and he whispered again. "Ask me. Say my name."

"Please, now…argh…Dra…"—

"Ginny! Wake up! You're going to be late for breakfast!And if you don't hurry, we'll never get to our first class on time!"

"Wha-?" Ginny woke from her dream with a start, cursing vehemently when she realized the time. She bolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, cursing herself for not setting the alarm…but with that one interlude, who would have the chance to even remember it?

It's not my bloody fault that I couldn't sleep last night! She thought furiously. I did not ask that bloody son of a b to kiss me senseless and make me so mad!

Ginny looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw the dark rings around her eyes, results of her staying awake the night before trying to formulate a plan to get back at Malfoy, and yet no solutions came to mind.

Instead a dream of Draco Malfoy pleasuring her came to mind.

Oh f Merlin! She quickly splashed the cold water over her face, but discovered that it did not help. Panicking and desperate to free herself from the images of her dream, she stripped and rushed into the shower.

"Oh Gods, get out! Get out!" she yelled and punched her fist into the wall, yelling with pain when her fist came into contact with the wall. Holding her sore fist, she sank to the floor, panting heavily. Damn it, she thought savagely. I'm supposed to be the one to seduce him; give him a taste of his own medicine…and yet…yet…I get a dream…of him…doing such things to me…

But is it a dream? Or… a private fantasy…a private wish…A sly voice in her head said.

"Oh Merlin," Ginny groaned, holding her head, and tried to wipe out the images and lock the voice.

"Ginny? I'm leaving soon, or I'll never get my timetable! Are you coming!" Isabelle yelled from the common room.

Ginevra's head shot up and looked at the muggle clock in the bathroom which Hermione gave her for Christmas. Bloody hell she thought. "I'll get there myself. You go on without me! And help me get my timetable!"

Running out of the shower and grabbing her wand, she hurriedly muttered the charm to switch the shower off and "flew" her school robes out of her wardrobe (for those who are not sure, it's the Wingardium Leviosa charm) and hastily put them on, stashed all her second hand books into her school bag, and rushed out of her room. As she ran down the corridor to the staircase, another person was also trying to get to the hall…

Draco Malfoy woke with a satisfied yet also a bit unsatisfied feeling. True, he did managed to make fun of the Weasley chit, but…he did not get what he wanted. And that included seducing her to his bed…

He shook his head, grinning and threw off the covers, grabbing his school robes while on the way to the bathroom. And he's got to admit, the Head Boy's bathroom was a knock-out. Like the other Prefects' bathroom with a huge bathtub, which looked more like a swimming pool, except that unlike the Prefects' bathroom, it didn't have a diving board, which sank into the floor. And like the Prefects' bathroom, about a hundred golden taps stood all among the pool-like tub with different colored jewels set onto each of them. Fluffy green towels with the Slytherin House symbol on them sat in a corner, waiting to be used.

Draco switched on one of the taps and took off his pajymas. Once the tub was three quarter filled, he sank into the water, exhaling a loud sigh as he let the water soothe his body. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and let the images of Ginny Weasley wash over him…

…until he heard the magical clock in his bedroom yell.

"Time to get your Oh-so-yummy-and-desirable-ass out of the tub and cover yourself with your oh-so-revealing-your-body-charms school robes! You are going to be late for breakfast!"

The impact of the clock's yell sent Draco under the soapy water, causing him to curse while sputtering and choking on the water.

One day I swear I will get rid of that damn clock and hex it so no one would have to suffer its oh-so-wonderful yells! Well, come to think of it, wouldn't be one of the small little good things I would do in this life? Draco grinned at his last thought and reached out to grab the towels to dry himself off and proceeded to put on his school robes. Once done with his morning bathroom ritual, he walked gracefully back into his room and picked up his school bag and wand. Just as he walked out, he paused.

"I seem to have forgotten one more thing…" he said thoughtfully, prolonging the last three words. "Ah yes…the clock." Before the clock could protest, Draco pointed his wand at the clock and said the Silencing charm. Smiling in satisfaction, he walked out of his room, only to bump into someone.

Someone small and petite like Weasley…

…except that her hair wasn't red…

…Pansy Parkinson.

"Fing Merlin Parkinson!" Draco pushed Pansy away from him brutally and looked at her in disgust. "What the hell do you think you are doing at my door!"

Pansy leaned forward and whispered in what was meant to be a seductive voice, but sounded like the voice of a harlot you find on the streets of Knockturn Alley. "I know you didn't mean what you said yesterday darling, and I am here to save you the trouble to get me from the common room. After all, we would walk together to the Great Hall for breakfast, won't we Drackey honey?"

Draco recoiled from her in disgust as Pansy suddenly threw herself at him and tried to pry her off him. While in the process, Draco saw a mane of red hair flying just up the corridor. Weasley? Draco used all his strength and pushed Pansy to the floor, and ignoring Pansy's yelp of pain and covering his ears in a futile attempt to block out her high-pitched screams at him to go back, he tore down the corridor just in time to see Ginny enter the hall at top speed and crash into Golden-Boy Harry Potter. Draco gritted his teeth as he looked at the scene ahead of him. Potter had his arms around Ginny and it was obvious to everyone that he was holding her a little too tightly and closely for friends.

What does that bloody Son of a b thinks he's doing, embracing MY girl! Draco fumed. His hands formed into a fist at his sides but as he watched on, he saw Ginny pushing Potter away rather roughly, and now yelling at him.

"Oh? So now that the girls who are over the moon about you have dubbed you as the Gryffindor Sex God that even I have to LIKE you too! For Gods' sake Harry Potter! Get it through your thick head that I DON'T LIKE YOU, NOT NOW, AND MOST CERTAINLY NOT IN THE FUTURE! SO GET THE F OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I HEX YOU!"

Draco's fist unwound as he heard the words the words the red headed petite Amazon had delivered ruthlessly a the Golden Boy, and smirked at the gaping Potter as Ginny Weasley walked away, pushing people out of her way; not very gently he might add; and felt a rush of happiness that Potter isn't the one on her mind or in her heart…

…which means he could very easily win her over and have her as his own.

Grinning at the turn of events, he made his way to the Great hall and seated himself next to Blaise, his grin still on his face.

"Malfoy do wipe that silly grin off your face before Snape gets here and think that his favourite student had just gone mad. And, which brings to mind, what are you grinning about?" Blaise hissed.

Scowling and mad at him for interrupting his visions, Malfoy snapped "Sod off Zabini. If you must know, I've just decided that I would seduce the Weasley chit--"

"—And then break her heart into a million pieces, like the other girls who had fallen into your sticky web of seduction." Blaise finished, shaking her head in mock distress. "Like hell that's ever going to happen. Didn't you see how she rejected the Golden Boy outside the Great Hall? Don't tell me you're stupid enough to have a go at her."

Smirking he replied "What I decide to do is none of your business, my dear girl, so don't worry your pretty head about it," Draco patted Blaise's head affectionately, like a brother would to his beloved sister. "And if I do seduce her," he continued softly with his head bent to her ear, "It would be such an experience, that she can never receive or experience the same seduction from any other males, for the rest of her life." Hearing that, Blaise went into a fit of laugher and Draco joined in, only stopping when Professor Snape glared at them over his goblet and the both of them turned to their food, sniggering softly.

At the Gryffindor table, Ginny stared at the commotion Draco and the Blaise girl was creating, and felt something hot boiling within her. Unconsciously, she kept stabbing her fork into her eggs, thinking it was the sausage she wanted from her plate.

"Ginny? Hey? GINNY!"

"Wha--" Ginny snapped out of her reverie and dropped her fork, cursing as she bent down and swearing when her head hit the table as she was straightening.

"Curse Merlin for such pain! Urgh, I do believe I'm seeing stars in front of me…Damn Isa, why did you yell and scare me like that?" Ginny scowled, and winced as she rubbed her bump on her head.

"Hello? You were daydreaming and staring at the Slytherin table! And staring at Draco Malfoy, no less! Do you know that you were stabbing at your eggs the whole time! And you didn't even answer when I said your name. And I called you countless times and--"

"Ok! Ok! I get your point! I'm sorry, alright! Now just shut up!" Ginny cut her off. Seriously Isabelle, can't you try shortening your sentences or try not to talk so much in one breath? "and what made you think I was looking at Draco Malfoy? He is the bane of my life! Why should I bother about him? He is nothing but a goddamned son-of-a-bitch!"

"Ahh…so why should your line of vision be directed to exactly where he sit? Besides, there is no use denying! There was a tell-tale expression on your face you know…" Isabelle looked at Ginny meaningfully.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "What tell-tale expression?" she demanded.

Isabelle looked around to make sure no one was looking, then leaned in close and whispered "A look of, " she paused, then replied hesitantly, "Jealousy."

Ginny stared at Isabelle, her mouth opened in a goldfish-like gape, then came to her senses. But before she could get a word out, Isabelle clapped her hand over her mouth and whispered to her "Please, if you want to protest or deny or even yell at me, do it quietly, unless you want the whole hall to focus on you. Remember, the scene earlier outside the Great Hall? Which reminds me, I've yet to talk to you about that--"

Ginny pushed Isabelle's hand away and hissed softly "What the hell do you mean I was looking jealous? Jealous! Just because he was laughing with another girl? Just because he's enjoying himself with another one of his--" Ginny stopped at the knowing look Isabelle was giving her. A confused look replaced her disbelieving expression and after a few seconds, her expression was replaced again by a look of comprehension and embarrassment.

"Oh…"

"Yes, oh…" Isabelle said sympathetically.

"I believe, my dear Ginny, you are attracted to Malfoy. And you cannot resist his charms, though you are trying really hard. Well, a word of advice for you, my friend. Don't get too carried away, and follow your heart. Do so, and you will never regret it." Isabelle smiled mysteriously at her friend, then rose and walked away from a confused Ginny. Before she walked away, she turned and smiled serenely.

"And remember Ginny, I'll always be supporting you."

Ginny sat there, staring dumbfounded at the retreating back of her best friend, and tried to comprehend the meaning of her words.

TBC

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Well, I'm sorry for the long wait but school's been a nightmare, and I hardly get the time to type or write the story! And due to my impatience of getting the stories edited to perfection, I am sorry to cause confusion to my readers. The name I'm currently using for Ginny is actually Ginevra, as that is her real full name. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible! Thank you for your patience! Please Review!