Dark Encounters

She couldn't believe it. Here she was, plain old Ginny, pinned up against a wall snogging desperately in a dark corridor

'How in Merlin's beard did this happen?' she thought and let out a slight moan.

A dare. Of course. Had anything of importance happened without a dare in the last months?

No. This was not an exception.

She was sitting in the empty library, studying. There was only thirty minutes left to curfew and she really had to leave if she didn't want to risk getting late.

She suddenly heard something and looked up to see a dark haired Slytherin enter. He saw her too, but of course he ignored the Gryffindor redhead and continued down to look for a certain book Draco had told him was there. But Ginny had a certain dare in her mind, and after several days of just flirting in the corridors and Great Hall she was ready to move on to hitting on him.

"Hey," she exclaimed and hurried up to him, "You're Blaise, right?"

He looked at her, surprised. He'd never believed the little weaslette to be brave enough to do something like what she'd just done. But then again, she did snog Draco. "Positive," he answered, and glared at the girl as she started to giggle, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Ginny answered quickly, realizing she couldn't let him know that she knew that Draco used the same answer as he just had, "Just, that you made my day, when you did that to my brother."

"That was just gross," He said and frowned, "Remind me that I should never say yes again when Draco says he has a challenge."

She gave him a dazzling smile, making his knees go weak. "What are you looking for?" she asked and traced her fingers over the spines of the old books.

"Something about the Shrinking Potions," He answered and watched confused how she pulled out a couple of books from a shelf, handing them to him.

"Those should do," She said plainly, "I should leave now, but we'll see each other again, I reckon."

That had happened the day before yesterday. And of course, Ginny had been right. The evening after that they ran into each other at the Quidditch pitch. She'd smiled her smile once again, and this time he just hadn't been able to stop himself from kissing her. She'd let him do it, but just when he was going to advance, deepening the kiss, she pushed him away. She pushed him away and with a mysterious smile she left.

And now, well. He'd sent her a note, telling her to meet up with him at one o'clock.

'Blaise Zabini,' she thought, and tried to focus, but in some way her thoughts just kept on traveling back to Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy and that one kiss she'd shared with him. She didn't know why, but all of the sudden, she regained her memory from that night, and even though it had just been one kiss and even though they both had been drunk, there was something in it, something that made her wonder...

"Hey, Weasley," Blaise mumbled and ripped her away from her thoughts. She flinched and pushed him away.

"Don't," she hissed, "Say that ever again."

"Wha-" Blaise said confused.

"What time is it?" she exclaimed, as if she'd realized something.

"Er, about two," Blaise answered and kissed her possessively, "Calm down, Red. They won't find us here."

She pushed him away once again, "I've got to go," she said, and before Blaise could react, she'd bolted off.

Draco looked at his watch. Five more minutes, then he'd leave.

She had done it. Seduced Blaise, made her brother furious and confused Potter. He'd seen it all. There were no doubts.

He stood up, intending to leave, when she burst in out of breath, "I'm so sorry Draco!" she panted, and approached him, "I lost track of time."

"Yeah?" he said, and looked up, and immediately all hard feelings against her were gone. He sighed, "What were you up to? Must've been something really capturing."

She felt her cheeks go red, and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to tell him what she'd been doing, not really, "I was sure captured." She answered mysteriously and gave him a crooked smile that reminded Draco of Harry Potter.

"By what?" he said acidic, knowing very well what she'd been up to. Blaise was his best friend after all, and those swollen lips of hers couldn't be taken for something else, "Or should I say, who?"

"Does it matter?" she asked, it felt as if she'd just been hit by one of her own bat-bogey hexes, "It was you who dared me."

"I said hit on," he answered fiercely and turned his back against her, "not shag!"

She dropped her chin furiously, "Draco Malfoy, who the hell do you think I am?" she asked, putting her hands on the hips. "A tart? Who you can hand out to your friends? All just because we kissed once?"

He twirled around and locked her eyes in his. "What are you talking about?" he hissed.

"I think you remember it, Draco," she answered and approached him. "We were drunk in the kitchen, I made some stupid imitation, and then we kissed each other."

"Right, and if i remember, then you avoided me for a month!"

"You didn't do much either."

"As if it was easy, I can't just walk right into the girl's bathroom."

"You're a Malfoy, you don't let trifles like that stop you."

Tears was rolling down Ginny's cheeks, and they lapsed into silence.

Finally, Draco stood up and brought out a handkerchief from his pocket. He walked over to her and placed it in her hand, "Wipe off your tears," he said and placed a hand on her head. "it's nothing. We're always fighting."

She chuckled, he was right, "What would we be without the rows?"

"Enemies?" he answered and smirked, and now she let out a resounding laughter, "Stand up, Freckles, I'll take you to your common room."

And so was this chapter edited too.

It's dark though, huh? It's reallygiving evenme the chills!

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