last chapter ending:"Draco I thought you said she was a 'smarty-pants-know-it-all,' yet she seems so stupid." Hermione just stared at her in wonder. She's blunt. "Accio Harry Potter's glasses." In a blur of black his bulky, plastic glasses shot out from under the table and into her hand. "Get up."
Glaring, Harry stood slowly, pain coursing through his skull. He regained his balance and put out his hand. She dropped his glasses into his hand without even grazing his hand and turned to leave, Draco behind her smiling contentedly.
"She scares me." Harry continued to watch them leave the Hall.
"Now that," Hermione said turning to him, "is something I can agree with."
Chapter 2
"Ginny? Ginny! Where are you going?" The portrait hole slammed behind her as she ran out of the common room and down the dark corridors as fast as her legs would carry her. She soon heard the portrait swinging open again followed by the echo of fast footsteps.
Run. Run. Run. She turned a few corners, silently ducking into a classroom. Dean's footsteps came closer and soon faded.
Sighing, Ginny slid down the down, leaning her back against it. But something wasn't right. No one's watching you stupid. … 'Course wouldn't hurt to look. She debated with herself for a minute on whether or not she was paranoid and finally made a decision, she was. Slowly she stood back up and looked through the little window of the door. "Oh crap."
"Hello Weaslette. Now why would you be up and in the halls this late at night? With a boy chasing you as well." Ginny backed up allowing him to open the door and step inside.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"If you don't remember then let me remind you, I'm a prefect."
"That's great pasty ferret, now give me my detention and let me go back, unless you want your hair to match mine."
"Threatening a prefect, ten points from Gryffindor." Ginny sighed yet again. "Give me a reason for your little late night jog and I just might let you off if its interesting enough."
"I was running from someone."
"And who might this someone be?"
"Dean."
"Hahahaha! Isn't that your little boyfriend?"
"Why would you know that?"
"Don't you remember that little incident where I caught you two snogging in the hallway? Disgusting." He gave a little shiver reliving his disgust.
"Is my story interesting enough for you?"
"Well you haven't told all of it to me, so I'll have to say no."
"Fine! He's an irritating prat and I cringe at the very thought of him! How's that?"
"Very good. Now, what's to stop me from telling the entire school about this?" He raised an eyebrow as his smirk widened.
"Goddamn it Malfoy!" She looked up at him, malice in her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Bribing me Weasel? Didn't think you capable of that, your family being paupers and all."
"Just tell me what you want, without the insults!"
"What makes you think I want anything from a little weasel?" He moved closer, cornering her.
"What can I do so you won't tell?" He didn't respond for a minute, thinking. Soon a smile crept onto his pale face.
"I can think of something." Ginny's eyes widened. Who cares if you hurt his feelings? You want to break up with him anyway! It would be better than… she thought for a minute before lowing her eyes in shame. She sighed and pulled back her hair as she came to her knees in front of him.
"Ginny? What was up with you last night?" Ginny looked up at Dean. I can't believe I did that for you! What the hell is wrong with me?
"I don't know. I just needed to get out of here." The last thing she wanted him to be was near her. He sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said shrugging his arm off her and standing up, "I'm going down to breakfast." She left quickly and went down to the Great Hall.
You are such a stupid fuck up! She sat down next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. With an attempt to cheer herself up, she greeted them warmly.
"Morning Ginny." Hermione smiled to her. Ginny nodded to her brother and Harry.
"So how's life with you guys?" Ginny asked, to which Hermione responded of course.
"Well your brother's being a prat and Harry's on some rampage about Malfoy being a Death Eater." Ginny kept her well-practiced fake happy face plastered on as her brother and Hermione started another row.
She started to fork some food onto her plate. "He is a Death Eater you know." She looked at Harry who was glaring across the room at Malfoy. Out of habit she'd followed his gaze, resting her eyes on him as well, barely listening as Harry went on.
Her mind was silent as she stared. Nothing but the images from the previous night flashing through her mind. Why? She looked farther down the Slytherin table, resting her eyes on Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy was known as the biggest slut in the entire school. She must have done that thousands of times, yet she seems completely unaffected…well… it is only skin, its no big deal… Her thoughts continued in this way in a subconscious attempt to free herself from the quilt she felt.
She again felt someone looking at her. She looked around to meet their eyes, and wish she hadn't. Cold steel-blue eyes ripped into hers, the look on his face burning itself in her mind. He smirked and blew her a kiss before turning around to face Blaise Zabini again.
Typical. She went back to eating her breakfast.
"How's it comin'?" Draco looked up tiredly at Nakasha. "You've got all year, you must remember that. There's no need to ware yourself out completely at the beginning."
"I know."
"You know, but you forget."
"Just shut up okay?" He wandered over to a chair by the fire, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
"Let me ask you one more question?" He looked up at her contemplating it, then nodded lightly, closing his eyes again.
"Why Ginny?" His eyes flew wide open.
"How do you know about that?"
"Potter's not the only one who's terrible at Occlumency." His eyes narrowed into a glare.
"Fucking prat."
"Why her? Why not the other girl you found?"
"Would you have asked if it was the other girl?"
"No."
"And why is that?"
"If I answer your question will you answer mine?"
"Sure." He said quickly to get her to answer.
"Because, I have plans for her."
"And I don't know why I chose her. I've been horny as hell lately. I haven't had the chance to screw anyone all summer and still haven't since school started. So my sexual frustration go the better of me."
"Hmm…"
"Why not just read my mind? You've already done it today."
"No I haven't. I noticed your little kiss to her this morning and looked through her mind for the answer. I knew about the other girl you met in the hall because I was right behind you. You're lucky I was able to fix Ginny's little mental trauma a little. Forced the idea that sex is not important or worthy worrying over, into her head."
"You weren't behind me when I caught that girl."
"Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it isn't there."
"You're creepy."
"Glad to see you share an opinion with Potter." He shrugged his shoulders and conjured a glass of firewhisky.
"Don't mess her up too badly. I need her for later."
"I'll keep that in mind when I'm raping her. You seriously think something's going to happen again?"
"One never knows. Don't you have rounds right now?" He glared at her and growled. He chugged the rest of his drink, picked up the almost full bottle and left.
Why am I with this git? All we do is make out and sit in silence. This is so stupid. "I'm going to get some air." She stood but sat back down. Dean still clutched her wrist when he spoke.
"Don't. You might get in trouble this time. Last time I saw Malfoy. I don't know how you avoided him."
"Yeah... I won't get caught, promise. I'll be back in a minute." Stupid loser. Why can't he just let me go? Stupid arse…
The halls were quiet, Peeves was no where to be found (thanks to Nakasha and her short temper, who was unfortunate enough to have rotten milk poured all over her.) Ginny walked up to the Astronomy tower. The view was breathtaking. A few stars shown brightly, the waxing moon cast a gorgeous gleam across the lake. The air was cool and crisp.
Ginny sat on the wall looking over the grounds in awe. The beauty around her enveloped her mind. She felt isolated, alone, somewhere where no one could touch her.
The air suddenly turned sour, it seemed warm and smelled of… alcohol?
"Now, is this how a good little Gryffindor should be behaving? Didn't I teach you a lesson last night, Weaslette?" Oh fuck… She felt his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder. "Or were you hoping for another go?"
"Just let me go Malfoy. Give me detention and let me go."
"Aww… don't ruin my fun Weaslette." He moved his hand to the edge of her skirt. "I was just starting to enjoy your company." He pulled her closer. Drunk, horny bastard!
She slipped off the wall to stand before him. "Draco stop." The use of his first name seemed to stop him for a second, but only for a second.
"What's wrong Ginny? Don't you want to make another deal?" He slid his hands around her waist pushing her against the edge of the writing table. "I know you've been thinking about me." He breathed down her neck.
His hands went to her thighs, then up her skirt. "Draco stop." She said again trying to stop him. Her efforts futile thanks to his hours of Quidditch training. "Ah!" Her short intake of air only excited him more.
"You like that do you?" Again he stabbed inside her with his fingers.
"AH!" He chuckled at her second gasp and kissed her neck.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Stop." She moaned.
"Didn't you hear her Draco?" Both Ginny and Draco jumped at the sound of the third voice.
Draco whipped his head around. "Go away Nakasha!" He pulled Ginny closer to him, still not taking his hand out of her panties.
"No. I believe I told you you shouldn't fuck with her head. I've already had to patch it up, even if it was only partially."
"What the fuck do you want to do to her?"
"You will be informed when the time comes. For the time being, that is between me, my father, and Greyback or Michael." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Greyback? Michael? Why the fuck would—"
"Shut up Draco and get off of her."
"What are you going to do?" He grabbed Ginny, placing her in front of him like a shield.
"Don't be stupid Draco. Are you really willing to put your dick before your health? You know I don't need to aim or even use my wand, for that matter, to hit you with a hex."
"Don't do this Nakasha. I can't get anywhere near any of the Slytherin girls! That's why I chose Ginny and not the other girl! Ever since that stupid prat accused me of raping her! I can't stand it!" He hugged Ginny closer to himself.
Rape? Malfoy raped someone? Wouldn't I have heard about this? Wouldn't everyone? The fact the Malfoy hadn't found a loophole was another shock, as was the fact that he'd been celibate for a while. Ginny snapped out of her train of thought when she realized he was groping her again.
"You sound pathetic when you're drunk Draco. Do you want my father to hear about this incident." His hands stopped moving (to Ginny's great relief) as he stared at Nakasha with disbelief.
"You can't talk to him! How could you! Its impossible!"
"You think these petty defenses can stop dear ol' Daddy? You of all people should know better. How's your father by the way?" Draco's heart skipped a beat. "You know my father could have him out at anytime. Azkaban is really very pathetic. I could probably get him out."
"DO IT!" Ginny almost didn't catch herself as she was tossed to the side. Draco ran to kneel before Nakasha, gripping her robes. "GET HIM OUT! PLEASE!"
She smiled down at him. "You really shouldn't drink, you really are very pathetic when you're drunk." She touched her index and middle fingers to the center of his forehead. Draco collapsed to the floor almost immediately, his breathing smooth and even.
"What did you do?" Nakasha finally looked up at Ginny to acknowledge her presence.
"I do hope you were listening." Ginny stared at her bewildered. "I just don't want him to cause you too much mental damage, knowing him he'll find a way to sleep with you without causing you any trauma. Keep in mind he won't screw you unconscious or unwilling, of course that all changes when he's drunk." Nakasha looked at her for a moment longer, then turned toward the door.
"Are you just going to leave him there?" Nakasha turned.
"What else would I do with him? The fresh air will do him good. Besides he needs to stop thinking so highly of me." She glanced at Draco again, then left.
Ginny looked at the door for a minute before looking down at Draco. Stupid bastard…
The sun was bright the next day, but it was the crowd of people around him that woke him up.
"Mr. Malfoy do you plan on sleeping up here all day?" He blinked up at the shadowed figure above him.
"No, Professor." Groggily he sat up, dropping the blanket on top of him. Where the hell are these from? Draco looked down at the thin mattress, pillow and blanket he had somehow acquired.
"And please get rid of the mattress." Professor McGonagall strode away leaving the crowd of students behind. Draco wiped at his eyes as they adjusted to the light.
"What the fuck are you looking at!" Like cockroaches they scattered.
Hand to his head Draco sauntered down the halls to the Great Hall. "Stupid fucking hangovers."
Great! It's lunch already. Slowly he made his way over to the Slytherin table sitting next to Nakasha.
"You've finally woken up I see."
"Yes, no thanks to you. One question though." She didn't look at him, he continued anyway, " Why did you leave the mattress and shit? That's unusually kind of you."
"Oh but it isn't. I didn't get you anything to comfort you. So that leaves you with the options of Ginny, the house elves, and Filch."
"Was that an attempt at humor?"
"No, just another possibility. You never know, Filch just might have a soft spot."
"I'm guessing you know what that is. Please do me the favor of never mentioning it to me."
"Then that finalizes the transaction."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"In exchange for you doing as I asked and letting her go, I'll never tell you Filch's soft spot."
"I don't agree."
"Too bad." She said looking at him. She stood and strode out of the hall.
"Why is Malfoy glaring at you Ginny?"
"I don't know Dean."
"You're not cheating on me with him are you?"
"What? You dolt! If I was going to cheat on you I'd pick someone I liked, not Draco."
"Sorry Gin, its just you've been acting really strange lately."
"I'm going to the bathroom." Dean made a grab for her arm but she dodge him. She walked quickly out of the hall and made for the third floor, even Moaning Myrtle was better company than the people she'd been around lately.
The bathroom was cold, wet and a sink was dripping. Never thought silence could be so blissful. She rested against the cold wall. Damn it! She thought hearing the approaching footsteps echoing off the walls.
The footsteps stopped right in front of her. Slowly she sighed and looked up into the cold blue eyes that seemed to be trying to burn a hole threw her.
"Why?"
"Why what Malfoy?"
"Why did you give me the mattress and shit? I tried to rape you."
"Glad to see you're ashamed of yourself."
"I was drunk."
"And taking responsibility."
"Shut up and tell me why."
"Well I can't really do that if I'm shutting up."
"You know what I mean. Just tell me already."
"How do you know it was me? It could have been Nakasha."
"No. I asked her."
"Well it wasn't me either."
"Bullshit."
"What you'll believe her but not me."
"Yes. Now tell me why." She just stared at him for a whole minute, in which neither spoke.
Head drooped, she finally spoke. "I don't know."
"Do you like me?"
"NO! How could anyone like a pasty ferret like you? Besides like you said, you tried to rape me."
"So? Maybe you're just kinky like that."
"Shut up. Fuck, you're so full of yourself!" She stood to leave.
"No. I want to know why you gave me a blanket." He slipped his arms around her holding her to the spot.
"It was cold and you were lying on stone. Besides you were drunk so you probably woke up with a lovely hangover anyway, you don't need to be in more pain than that."
"I tried to rape you and you're thinking about my comfort?"
"Me and my stupid fucking maternal instincts. I knew I shouldn't have." She grumbled. Her eyes widened when she felt a light kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you, Weaslette." He spun her around to see her shocked expression. "Now where were we?"
"Get off her!" Draco rolled his eyes as Dean strode forward. He hugged Ginny protectively who pushed him away.
"I can handle myself Dean! Fuck! You're just like my fucking brothers! You don't think I can handle a stupid ferret by myself."
"No. I mean yes. But he was and I—"
"I don't care! Both of you stay the fuck away from me!" She stomped out of the bathroom.
"What a loser."
"Shut up Malfoy! What were you doing with your hands all over her anyway. Isn't it against your family to so much as touch a Weasley?"
"Not if it messes with them. Besides I was just starting from where we left off."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"We had a wonderful time last night." Draco smirked and walked away. "Ciao."
(a/n; the passage in bold are directly from the book not mine, there are some areas where I skipped some stuff just because its from the wrong point of view)
"Oi!"
Dean and Ginny broke apart and looked around.
"What?" said Ginny.
"I don't want to find my own sister snogging people in public!"
"This was a deserted corridor till you came butting in!" said Ginny.
Dean was looking embarrassed. He gave Harry a shifty grin that Harry did not return. Ginny glared at her brother.
"Er… c'mon, Ginny," said Dean, " let's go back to the common room…."
"You go!" said Ginny. " I want a word with my dear brother!"
Dean left, looking as though he was not sorry to depart from the scene.
"Right," said Ginny, tossing her long red hair out of her face and glaring at Ron, "let's get this straight once and for all. It is none of your business who I go out with or what I do with them, Ron—"
"Yeah, it is!" said Ron, just as angrily. "D'you think I want people saying my sister's a—"
"A what?" shouted Ginny, drawing her wand. "A what exactly?"
"He doesn't mean anything, Ginny—" said Harry automatically. skipping some stuff
"Oh yes he does!" she said, flaring up at Harry. "Just because he's never snogged anyone in his life, just because the best kiss he's ever had is from our Auntie Muriel—"
"Shut your mouth!" bellowed Ron, bypassing red and turning maroon.
"No, I will not!' yelled Ginny, beside herself. "I've seen you with Phlegm, hoping she'll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it's pathetic! If you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself, you wouldn't mind so much that everyone else does it!"
Ron had pulled out his wand too; Harry stepped swiftly between them.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron roared, trying to get a clear shot at Ginny around Harry, who was now standing in front of her with his arms outstretched. "Just because I don't do it in public--!"
Ginny screamed with derisive laughter, trying to push Harry out of the way.
"Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel under you pillow?"
"You—"
A streak of orange light flew under Harry left are and missed Ginny by inches; Harry pushed Ron up against the wall.
"Don't be stupid—"
"Harry's snogged Cho Chang!" shouted Ginny, who sounded close to tears now. "And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!"
Ginny stormed away back up to the common room, cursing under her breath the whole way.
"Stupid Ron! Fucking Dean! Bastard Draco!"
"He's really not that bad."
"Fucking A!" Ginny stood hyperventilating for a moment before talking again. "You scared be Ravenna."
"Call me Nakasha. I don't like my last name." Ginny nodded. "Draco, he really isn't all that bad. Not that you would know considering the circumstances." Ginny scoffed, but with a glare from Nakasha, she was shut up. "As I was saying, it would probably be in your best interest to get to know him better. How you can do that without him fondling you is something you'll have to figure out."
"Have? Why do I have to get to know him better?"
"You don't. But trust me, its best you do."
"And would you be so kind as to tell me why that is?"
"Because if you don't then he'll eventually rape you and you'll end up mentally scarred for the rest of your life. Either way, you're not coming out of this year a virgin. Draco isn't one to let something he wants slip his grasp, ever. So its up to you, do you want to be raped, or actually enjoy your first time."
"I understand. But I want to ask you a few questions." Nakasha nodded. "Who is your father? What are these plans with Greyback and Michael? I know who Greybeck is but who's Michael?"
"Michael is the leader of all vampires. He's the son of Satan, the very essence of evil. King of the damned. Your other questions I cannot answer. Who my father's identity is known only by Dumbledore and Draco. As to the plans I'm unaware of what they are in depth, all I know is that you are to be kept unharmed and healthy. I've known Draco since I was an infant. So I could permanently stop him from trying to fuck you but I pity him. So I think I'll let him try. You don't have to worry about Draco or Dean saying anything to anyone by the way."
"And why is that?"
Nakasha just ignored her question. "You should probably start heading up to the common room again. Your beau is waiting for you, and starting to wonder if he should come down and check on your argument."
"You're creepy."
A smile actually graced her lips, sending delicate creases to appear across her cheeks. Despite all her black attire, when she smiled it was actually cheerful. "I know."
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