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Harry woke up with a wand against his throat. Harry looked at Ginny, in front of him, crouched with an angry smile on her face. The rest of the common room was deserted, thank god. "I never figured you for anyone's crony, Harry." She said saucily. "Did Hermione dupe you into this?"
"No, Ginny, we're all worried about you. And for good reason, too, as it turns out."
"Can you imagine what the Slytherins will do when they figure out that you've been following me around all day? That you've been in their common room? My guess is, they won't be supremely pleased."
"Don't threaten me, Ginny." He whispered. She got up and started pacing.
"Oh, I'm not threatening you. It's just I should let my buddies know that there was an enemy in their midst. Maybe you should come down here more often. Maybe you'll like it. I sure do."
"I'll never come over to the dark side…" He spat.
"You're not my father!" Ginny said under her breath. "Harry, I'm not talking about the dark side, I'm talking about the fact that Hermione and Ron are sleeping in their comfortable beds knowing what went on in their own classes today. Because you were around all day. You don't need to tell me, I figured it out."
"Congratulations." He said dryly.
"Your two best friends didn't help you at all. This isn't your business at all, you're just being an instrument for the friend's that you're above." She scoffed. "Doesn't that smart?"
"Shut up." Harry muttered. "How did you know I was around, anyway?"
"You breath loudly when you're watching someone draw and when you're watching someone get undressed." She snapped. "And for final confirmation, there were two snoring legs in the corner that woke me up. It doesn't take a genius. You're going to fail stealth on your Auror exams. No that you'll ever make it to them." She said. She shook her head at him sadly.
"Was that a threat?"
"No, that was a quip on your intelligence. Don't breath a word of this to Hermione, or I'll erase your memories."
"You can't stop me."
"On the contrary. Professor Snape might hear about this and that would be… bad."
"Ginny, you can't- What would your family say?"
"I don't know. And you can't ask them. Isn't that convenient?" She giggled and then got dead serious, leaning in to Harry's face. Her sheer will sent him cowering. "Scat!" She snapped and she watched his head run across the common room and out into the corridor. Ginny watched him for a moment, running. He really should put up the hood. It's a perfect target. "Oblivate!" Harry skidded to his heels and she went back inside. She woke up Professor Snape.
"What is it?"
"Potter's out of bed, Professor." She heard yelling from outside and a smile spread across her face before she broke into full blown laughter.
* * *
It was Blaise's birthday. Ginny had gotten her a beautiful collector's edition 'Wizarding Politics and Women, Everything You Always Wanted to Know and Were Afraid To Ask.' Ginny gave it to her in private with a self-satisfied smirk written across her face. "No way!" Blaise shrieked. "I didn't even know this book existed. Is it any good?"
"Very good. Enjoy. It isn't just about women though, it goes a little deeper into politics in general, but I was hoping you wouldn't mind." Ginny smiled happily when Blaise bounced around, finally wrapping her arms around her neck and squeezing. "I'm glad you like it. But you're going to kill me." Blaise flushed and stepped back.
"How do you know I'm not just trying to eliminate the competition now that I've got the goods from her?" She joked, stroking the book joyfully.
"We're running two different races, sweetheart, we can only help each other." Ginny said assuredly. Blaise had only smiled which both worried and comforted Ginny.
Now they were in the 7th year boys room, having a party. Blaise took all her gifts gratefully. She opened Draco's present, crotchless panties, and threw them at him. Draco shrugged and handed them to Ginny, who handed them to Millicent Bulstrode, who handed them to Pansy Parkinson who, amid gales of laughter, pocketed them. The room was soundproofed, and it was after all a Saturday, so the 7th years were really going to town. Morag MacDougal turned up the music as high as it would go and they dance among pillows and on the beds. She finished a dance with Morag and he spun her into Draco's arms.
"How come Morag never has girls in the room?" She yelled to Draco as he whirled her around. "Or is he batting for Crabbe and Goyle's team?"
"No! No! He's straight. He just… how do I say this? We have a very diverse group of young men here, sexually. Crabbe and Goyle like each other, which is an orientation unto itself, I like small, short women and MacDougal…"
"He's a chubby chaser?" She laughed at Draco's confused look. "He likes big women?"
"Well, yes. Chubby chaser. I'll have to run that by him…" Draco bellowed thoughtfully. "We really are going to ruin our ears."
"I don't care!" She screamed. "Why don't he and Millie… you know?" She winked.
"Do you like every single guy you meet?" He dipped her and she pressed her lips to his briefly. "You better answer, 'no', women."
"If I must, no." She said delicately.
"He doesn't like every fat chick he runs into." He said in her ear. The music was abruptly shut off. "Hey!" Draco called. Blaise looked up, with a mischievous expression on her face.
"My mother sent along a bottle of Immortal Ogden's. Does anyone care to dip in a little?" She said softly. Everyone dove for the bottle she held up. "Now don't break it, or it'll be spilling forever until we repair it." She held it up and uncorked it. "I get the first slice of cake." She threw her head back and let some run from out of her lips and run down chin, belching gloriously. "AND NOW… Ginny." She handed the girl the bottle.
"I've never… uh…" She looked unsure what to do.
"You've never gotten drunk?" Morag asked unbelievingly.
"Don't sound like it's something bad…" She got a determined look on her face and Draco flinched. They were in for trouble now. She threw the bottle back and swallowed and swallowed until Draco pulled it away. She gasped and coughed, furiously, before laughing. "Take that, Morag!" She whooped. He grinned stupidly. Draco had a turn with a bottle and turned to watch Blaise and Ginny box-stepping. Everyone else had as much as they wanted because the bottle couldn't run out. Blaise turned Ginny around and they started doing the jitterbug.
"I love this dance," Blaise yelled, though the music wasn't on. "It has so much energy." She narrowly avoided kicking Vince in the head. The world spun around Ginny and she threw her head back and laughed, making her own variations of the dance. Blaise grabbed onto her hands and they spun finally letting go and crashing against the pillows.
"I like this alcohol thing, I'm thinking." Ginny said softly, where they had fallen practically together. "And I like Draco and I like you…" She said sleepily. People danced around them, though no one had touched the music.
"Ginny?" Blaise whispered.
"Uhhhhhh….."
"I've never had a best friend, before. Besides maybe Draco, but he was too close to Death Eater traditions. I think maybe you're my friend."
"Shoe buckles! Of course I'm your friend. Or at least you're mine, but it's nice to have some confirmation on the other end. I've liked you from the first Blaise. You'll go far."
"You were right… we are running different races. And we could both hurt each other, but it would kind of be cutting off our noses to spite our faces." Ginny sat up on her elbow.
"I suppose." She studied Blaise's face. "What's up?" Blaise's face twisted unhappily.
"You and Draco, together." Both looked over to where Draco was patiently teaching Millie to tango. And both simultaneously broke into giggles. "Last Slytherin Senior meeting, we all signed at pact not to tell. Can you believe it? Someone actually put it on the agenda. You and Draco were probably off pawing each other behind a suit of armor. And they signed a pact." She murmured the last part. Ginny had been to a few Slytherin Senior meetings. It was the 7th, 6th, and 5th years meeting together about evil issues.
Her and the Tremendous Trio had always joked that they were holding evil bake sales and selling satanic soap on a rope, but they actually did have meetings about upcoming attacks and what to send home to the parents. They compiled care packages of information and sent them off to headquarters where it was delivered to the Death Eaters. The smaller Slytherins passed information off to them, and they reviewed all letters going home. Depending on the contents, they set up conflict resolution sessions or tutors. Once again, it was easier to be with the Slytherins, instead of against them.
"That's super. I'm not gonna get mauled by the Dark Lord!" She crowed happily. No one noticed. "You wanna go outside to celebrate?" She flipped open Draco's trunk and pulled out his broomstick. Blaise grabbed the bottle of Immortal Ogden's and they opened the window.
"Can you stay on the broom?" Blaise asked, as Ginny clung to her waist.
"I think so. Can you?" She asked among giggles.
"Here's hoping." Blaise took a swig of the bottle and they pushed off spiraling away from the window. Draco appeared in the window, waving and yelling.
"My broom! You bints, my broom!"
"Draco, be quiet." Blaise shouted back, "Shut the window and restore the sound proofing. We'll be back in in a minute." The window swung closed and both girls could barely contain their laughter. They swooped over the lake and around the Quidditch pitch. She couldn't precisely feel the cold wind against her face but she could feel something else coming quickly…
"Blaise. Can we make a stop in the locker rooms? I'm gonna puke." Ginny laughed. Blaise got a concentrated look on her face, determined on getting the broom to the ground. They landed and Ginny stumbled to the bathroom. Blaise gathered Ginny's hair in a ponytail as Ginny bent over a toilet and coughed up dinner and everything after besides. She washed out her mouth and splashed water on her face. She pulled out a spell and charmed some of the water so it had peppermint flavor.
"You're a good beginner." Blaise said, pitching forward slightly, and meeting Ginny's eyes in the mirror. Ginny looked at the two of them, drastically different in looks, but both beautiful. Different backgrounds, but shaping into similar people. Ginny looked at them together in the mirror, and she loved Blaise at that moment. She turned around and hugged Blaise tightly. Blaise froze for a moment before hugging her back. "You better not puke on me."
"Happy Birthday, Blaise."
"Happy December 15th, Ginny." Blaise ruffled the girl's hair. "You need something to steady you?" She asked, blearily.
"Yeah." Ginny said. Blaise grabbed another cup and filled it up, but when she turned around Ginny was pulling at the bottle again.
"You know throwing up is the first stage of alcohol poisoning?" Blaise asked.
"Yeah." Ginny handed her the bottle and began to crawl out of the locker room, finally righting herself on the door handle.
"Okay, let me rephrase this question." She slurred. "Isn't that a bad idea considering you've never been drunk before?"
"Nah. My brother taught me a spell to clear alcohol out of your system."
"Then why did you throw up?"
"He says it makes you really cold. I didn't even think."
"Mmmm." They collapsed on the grass of the Quidditch pitch.
"Blaise?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you like being with Draco?"
"As his sex slave? No." She mumbled. "I didn't have much choice. I suppose if it had to be anyone, Draco's my preference."
"He was good in bed?"
"Mmmm. Yeah. I guess you're still holding out on him?"
"Yeah…" She giggled.
"Good. He deserves to not get everything he wants right when he wants it."
"I'm actually kind of scared. I always was kind of saving myself for… uh…" Blaise understood.
"Take the liberties while you have them, babe. And don't be scared, sex is a party." There was a long pause, Ginny only felt the cool grass against her scalp and along her ears and forehead.
"Blaise?"
"More questions?"
"I think you're my best friend, too." She whispered and Blaise smiled sweetly, her eyes closed.
"Good."
"Isn't that sweet, lesbian broom stealers." Draco said dryly from above their heads. Both girls sat bolt upright, but flopped back again.
"Get over it, Draco." Blaise winked at Ginny and got up, shakily. Her and Draco looked at the broom and both completely pissed, ran for it. Blaise got to it first and leapt on it, into the air. She waved the bottle at them and sang happy birthday to herself. Ginny laughed as Draco said an oath, shaking his fist. She grabbed onto his hand and pulled him to the grass.
"The first time we've been alone all week and you're talking to another girl?" She whispered to him. "Well, I suppose that wouldn't make us alone, but…" He cut her off with a kiss. And pulled away for a moment.
"Do you suppose you could ever forgive me?" He whispered. Ginny was suddenly distinctly aware of Draco, on top of her, his fine white blonde hair falling in her face. She was also aware of emotions broiling in her stomach that probably had a lot to do with alcohol. She didn't answer him.
Instead, she wired her arms around her neck and clutched at him with her lips, any part of her that keep them close together. She felt the snap of his pants against her stomach and didn't care. She ran her around the skin by his waistband, she pulled the shirt up and up, and over his head. They broke the kiss only for a second. His hands fiddled with her own shirt, and they worked as well as they could with his full weight against her. Finally she pushed him off and let him unbutton the blouse, she giggled a little as he fumbled with the buttons, but finally he opened them to a plain wool cloth tied around her breasts. He smiled. Wizarding underwear. Most of the other girls had moved on to Muggle undergarments, or they wore the cloths as lingerie. But here, Ginny Weasley, wore traditional garb over the comfortable alternative. She was usually braless, or in a sports bra, when they were fooling around and he found this a treat. He glanced at her heaving chest, she was flushed all the way to where the sun didn't shine.
"Draco?" She whispered. "Closer."
"I like your bender." He ran his fingers along the bottom and top, his knuckles brushing what was between. "Do you wear turns underneath, or Muggle underwear? Let's have look see." She stopped his hands.
"Not when I'm drunk, you tosser. I'll only let you take advantage of me to a point." She whispered. "Now, closer." She pulled him to her. The wool bothered his chest and he wondered how she could stand it. He asked her as much. "Remember? I'm poor. I can't afford embroidered satin."
"I'll give you grand things." He started working the knot at the back. Ginny remembered the Dark Lord promising the same thing, and her stomach lurched.
"Draco. Let's go to the castle." She pulled on her shirt, shaking slightly. He knew. The Dark Lord knew.
* * *
Draco grabbed onto her waist as she bent over involuntarily, trying to get up the stairs. They pulled behind a statue. Waves of comfort had been rolling over her and it seemed the Dark Lord was reassuring her somehow. She kissed Draco furiously, before starting out again, almost following over her own feet. She snorted which made Draco laugh until he snorted. And in turn, Ginny repeated the gesture. They tripped along, stepping every few feet for one to press the other against a wall and help fight off excess teenage hormones. She felt giddy. Was this puppy love that they were always talking about?
She liked it. It was easier than the smoldering intensity she felt with Tom. They finally got back up to the room, and the party was breaking up. Draco convinced Ginny to climb into bed with him. "But no sex." She said loudly. Blaise laughed.
"Got that, Draco?" Draco kissed Blaise on the cheek.
"I've got it. Happy birthday. And no more breaking out that damn Ogden's. Unless it's a really special occasion."
"What we're going to feel like tomorrow." Blaise said. She bid Ginny farewell and the door closed. Ginny fell asleep as soon as she crawled in bed with Draco.
"So, you're not going to kill me?" Voldemort handed her a can of peach pie filling and continued with his apple. There's nothing in life like a little raw pie filling.
"No. It's nothing more than a little infatuation. When we're together things will be different."
"Damn right they will. I'm going to make an honest man out of you." She ate thoughtfully swallowing down the slimy slices of peaches. He chuckled.
" Indeed. There will be nothing so splendid as the two of us. We will be rich, and powerful."
"Mmm. Sounds good. Sounds like everything's crossed off of our to do list."
"You're angry. Tell me why." He sucked on his fork.
"I'm not allowed to have lovers when we're together, but you can have mistresses?"
"It is part of the power I hold over my people, controlling even their sexual tendencies." He said formally.
"It doesn't have to be that way. If every person has to go through you then every man has to go through me."
"It takes away from the power of the men."
"I will be their leader. Woman or not." She sat back, pouting. "It's not fair to put me in the position of being under your men. Just because of my gender. Don't you think I'm above them?" She brushed a hand against his cheek. "Don't you think I deserve them?"
"I do. But to undermine their power would be foolish."
"It is foolish to undermine the power of the women. You have a powerful bunch. Take Blaise Zabini. She can make people believe that her idea was their idea first, she would be a brilliant politician to have in the ministry. But your law forbids simply because she should be home waiting between silk sheets to produce heirs!"
"Then why do I not make her queen?"
"Because. She can win loyalty and I can conduct it. We're a good team, and we're both women. We could work well on our own, but Tom, together, with the women helping things could be different. I want everyone to succeed. And when everyone finds their niche, we can win." She kissed him sensually and he became Tom. "No, stay as you truly are." She whispered, kissing him again. "I desire you in whatever form you may take."
"Good, good."
"And the women?"
"The women are yours."
Ginny sat bolt upright. Draco woke beside her and kissed her on the mouth. "Mmm," He whispered falling back against the pillows. "You taste of peaches."
That's the end of chapter five!!! Thank you to:
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