AN: ok please do review as I do have other chapters but I can't post them until i get reviews for chapters 3 and 4 it offends my sensibilities! unless this fic is really bad which i wouldn't mind anyone telling me! sorry about the shortness of the chapters but I'm still recovering from AS'S and UCAS forms so please excuse!
Chapter 4 : In too deep
"Malfoy, wait, hold on!" Ginny rushed out of the dungeon trying to catch up with Draco who had left as soon as the class had finished. Ginny stood in the middle of the corridor wondering which way he had gone. Damn him, she really needed to talk to him, why had he helped her? Merlin, this was confusing! Ginny shook herself, she knew something was happening to her, and if she wasn't careful whatever it was would destroy her plan, she was already becoming normal and unnoticed.
Slipping into the Prefects bathroom, Ginny stared into the mirror willing herself to transform into Ginevra. Sighing, she whipped out her wand; "Imagio Perfectare" with a sharp flick of her wrist, her face was wrapped in a cloudy white mist. Ginny stood absolutely still until the mist started to disperse to reveal sooty black curled eyelashes framing her eyes which were smudged with kohl underneath. Ginevra smirked, though Ron may never have had her, Fleur Delacour did have some uses! Her make-up changed with each situation she faced. Now all she had to do was to follow Malfoy's ill-timed advice. Laughing out loud, she realised what she had just thought! Taking Malfoy's advice implied that she trusted him, Merlin if that got out, the entire school would be traumatised!
Holding her head high, Ginevra slowly made her way to the Great Hall. This was the perfect time to show everyone she hadn't changed. As she reached the entrance, she noticed that there was a huge commotion in the middle of the hall attracting all the house tables' attention. Ginny swore under her breath if she didn't do something immediately then the school wouldn't think that she was being serious. As she frantically searched her brain for ideas, Malfoy's words appeared in the midst of her scrambled memories "If you want to seem different, always keep calm, never run, and never show your emotions". Steadying her nerves and draining out any expression on her face, Ginevra looked around the hall and saw that the crowd was returning to their respective tables, and all the staff had left with one of the house elves through the side door. The situation was perfect, now for the attention-grabbing deed.
Draco was startled to see the look of fierce determination in the little Weasley's face. He had honestly thought that she would be confused and too startled by his reactions today to even be able to come down to dinner. Then he noticed the make-up and the golden embroidery on her robes. He smirked; the green definitely suited her better. As Ginevra made her way across the hall she saw Blaise Zabini leaning against the empty teacher's platform having just sent a house-elf off, he was lost in thought.
Draco frowned, she had just passed the Gryffindor table, and now every male in the hall was staring at her, what the hell was she doing? Slowly looking her up and down as she passed the Ravenclaw table, he suddenly became flooded with understanding; she was going ahead with her plan. She didn't want to fail and was going to do it by herself, a true Malfoy...
He hadn't noticed yet, Ginevra nervously licked her lips, and tapped Blaise on the shoulder. He spun round and stared at her trying to place her.
Ginevra's lips twitched slightly but she maintained her blasé expression as she saw his confusion.
"Zabini, I think you'll find the red hair is a big enough clue if you're still wondering who I am..." Ginevra drawled, running her fingers through her hair and flicked over her shoulder.
"Well, I guess the real reason I came over here was to give you something I have been meaning to do for quite a while, just never had the right moment, do you mind?" Tipping her head to the side, she could see out the corner of her eye the entire school watching them. Looking up, she started to smile as Blaise slowly nodded in disbelief wondering why the hell a Gryffindor was talking to him let alone thinking of him. Then all thoughts were cut off, as he felt a small hand tugging down on his shoulders and her soft lips brush against his.
Ginny having never initiated a kiss before, she slowly ran her hands up his chest, feeling his muscles tense as she passed them, and finally locked her hands around his neck. His arms pushed her violently against him, and she could feel her blood roaring as he slid his tongue into the soft recesses of her mouth, fencing with her tongue, as both refused to be conquered.
His eyes grew colder as the kiss developed, becoming a whore was her way of getting attention, and why the hell was Blaise kissing her back. She was his. His fists clenched in anger, he half-stood up to rip the Weasley off Blaise, when he caught himself. What was he doing? He couldn't be jealous, no, he couldn't, jealous of what? Looking across he saw the Weasel being held back by Potter and finally felt his breathing slow down. Thank Merlin, he was only angry because she was his sister, well almost, it was just brotherly protection. Glancing at Blaise, he saw them break apart and recognised the rare look of surprise on his face. This could be interesting, Draco mused, a Zabini and Malfoy marriage, the two strongest names in alliance. The Weaselette was helping him in more ways than one!
Staring into his blue eyes, Ginevra felt her heart beat return to normal, and could hardly believe the kiss, it was so much more than she expected. Remembering to stay different she reached up and patted him on the cheek.
"I apologise for not wrapping it, but I still expect at least a thank you card.." With a smirk Ginevra left him standing there shocked, and saw the whole school reflecting his expression. Fighting down the urge to flee, she walked down towards the Gryffindor Table and grabbed an apple
"Ginevra Aurelia Weasley! Come back right now! What in bloody hell are you doing with a Slytherin, you were kissing him! Does he have you under a charm? Because I can see no other reason...I want explanations now!" Ron's shriek could be heard throughout the Hall as everyone waited with bated breath to hear his sister's reply.
Ginevra's head slowly lifted as her eyes ran over his body from head to toe, and she lifted one eyebrow, fighting down the urge to giggle at Ron's face which was as red as a beetroot and clashing with his hair, brought her hand together and started clapping.
"Congratulations Ronald. I'm amazed you realised we were kissing, since you know so little about that department, I have to give you credit for that, you shocked me!" She was now fully smiling, but the smile did not reach her eyes. Stretching her hand, she patted him on the head "Ten points for Gryffindor!" With that remark, Ginevra spun round tossed her hair over her shoulder and started towards the doors. Smirking as she saw the open mouths all around her, she swayed her hips slightly more than usual and winked at the Ravenclaw Captain who had never looked so gormless! Everything had gone so smoothly, once she was out the doors, Ginny Weasley existed no longer. The way she was acting, she may as well be a Slytherin! Five steps to freedom, four, three – "Ow! What the hell" all speech was suspended from Ginevra as her lips were caught in an unyielding kiss. The breath was knocked out of her as she was almost winded, her eyelids fluttered open to see the cold unflinching brown eyes of Blaise Zabini staring back at her. This was not supposed to happen, dammit why didn't she choose an easier guy, because you knew he was attractive that's why. Not when he's bruising my lips, Merlin when will he let go!
Feeling the tremors of shock vibrate through her body he slowly released her but keeping his head still close to hers.
"Do you know what you're playing with little girl? Listen carefully; using me does not come without a price. And I believe that I am owed, big time, though I must say your argument with the Weasel may have been worth it! But not quite." Blaise whispered menacingly to Ginevra whilst sneering at her expression.
"You can't, you can't force me to do anything!" She whimpered pathetically. Hating to hear the sound of fear in her voice, she swallowed hoping that it might take her fear with it.
"I mean it Zabini, if you have something to discuss, collect or want from me, whatever your sick twisted Slytherin mind desires, you can ask me in private. So I suggest you escort me out of here as though we are at least on talking terms and we'll talk in my room" With that, she pushed past him and stormed out of the hall, followed by an exasperated Blaise, and a few steps behind them both, an amused Malfoy.
Stopping sharply outside the portrait of a dairymaid and cow, she muttered under her breath "lacrima" the maid stopped milking and smiled as the portrait swung open to reveal a private set of rooms. Ginny flounced in and draped herself around the armchair, impatiently waiting for Blaise.
"Well what do we have here, a little Gryffindor Princess to play with?"
"Now Blaise, don't let your... smirking head guide you in these matters, how can a Weasley be a Princess?" The portrait slammed shut behind Malfoy as he and Blaise stood side to side staring at Ginny' private suite.
Ginevra did not move one inch, remembering the response from the Gryffindors when she had been in the exact same position in the common room. Stretching out, praying to anyone who would help her that her feminine wiles would get her out of this increasingly sticky mess.
"Aw look Blaise; the little Weasley is trying to turn us on!" Grabbing her by the shoulder he pulled her to her feet, and insolently stared her up and down. "I think you should leave the seducing to the big girls, Weaselette, well at least for us Slytherins I'm sure the Gryffindors would have you anyway. Just a few more months until you're fully formed, and then we'll have some fun with you!"
"Malfoy, I don't know who invited you here or why you are standing in my rooms but I am here to talk to Zabini. Oh and I don't think your last comment was necessary, unless someone has obliviated your memory, I do believe I have kissed Zabini twice in the last hour and he seemed to enjoy it judging by his reaction." Ginevra put her hands on her hips as she looked at each one of the boys in front of her. She had the two Slytherin Princes in her room, and as an added bonus they happened to be the most handsome boys in the school, oh the things she could do!
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