The Devils Triangle
Chapter 11: Fallout
Ginny's mother had warned her countless times, and she hated it when her Mum was right!
She'd told Ginny that someday she'd meet a boy who would have this fierce effect on her; causing her to lose control completely.
Her Mum had told her to remember several things when this happened. Ginny now wished she'd been listening more closely.
First, there was something about never trusting a boy's self-control; that boys were just randy animals who never had any self-control to lose in the first place.
Then, her mum warned her about a certain type of randy animal who was interested only in the chase and the conquest. She was to avoid these types at all costs, as these beasts would surely lose interest once they'd won the game and would most certainly think less of her for it.
Thirdly, she wasn't to mistake these feelings for love, and she was never to believe it, when a randy animal told her he loved her during these moments. These particularly randy animals would say anything to further their goals.
Finally, her Mum told her to be true to herself. She was to make her decisions as rationally as possible, based on her genuine feelings for the boy. Her mum had stopped using the term randy animal, by this point, but added that these were some of the most important decisions of her young life. She'd have to make some very tough adult decisions and one poor choice could alter her life permanently.
She then equipped her daughter with a small arsenal of contraceptive charms and told her to use them liberally whenever within kissing distance of said randy boy. Even when 'nothing' was going to happen, she was to use the charms. 'You never know when an extra frisky swimmer will get lucky and find its target. You are a Weasley after all, and precautions must be taken.' Ginny didn't entirely understand this last point, but nodded her agreement.
Ginny had forgotten all of her mothers' warnings last night with Draco; she'd turned into nothing more than a randy animal herself and was ashamed.
She had to skip her morning fly with Harry because of her lack of self control. This is why she found herself now walking slowly to the Slytherin Head of House's office, her head swimming in self-doubt and self-flagellation.
She was sure that Draco thought her a common tart now. The last thing she wanted to do was face him in Professor Snape's office; that's a humiliation she could do without. Surely, they would be laughing at her.
She'd worked herself to the verge of tears as she entered Snape's office on the stroke of eight. Professors Snape and McGonagall were both there already, and judging by the scowl on Snape's face, Professor McGonagall had already filled him in on the events of several hours ago.
"Sit, Miss Weasley," Professor Snape growled, indicating a nearby chair.
Ginny sat, hands folded, ankles crossed, eyes cast downward, and chin quivering.
The sound of hand-made, highly polished Italian shoes, running down the corridor suddenly filled Snape's office. Then the sound of those shoes almost sliding past the door as Draco entered, calmly and smoothly.
"Morning," he said brightly, plopping himself casually into the chair next to Ginny.
"Hi, Gin," he whispered, brushing Ginny's arm lightly with his elbow.
"Gin, what's wrong?" he continued, when he noticed her demeanor. She didn't answer Draco, or look at him.
"What'd you do to her?" he snarled at the Professors.
"Silence, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape boomed.
"It seems that it's you who've been doing things to Miss Weasley that you shouldn't."
Draco rolled his eyes nonchalantly as Professor Snape launched into his well rehearsed tirade; outlining the schools policies on fraternization and curfews, and indicating in no uncertain terms that Draco and Ginny had shattered most of the aforementioned rules. Just as it seemed that Professor Snape was running out of steam, Professor McGonagall would take up his slack and continue; they seemed to be a well practiced team at this.
Eventually they were dismissed with one month of detention each, to be served at the discretion of their respective Head of House. The second that Professor Snape dismissed them, Ginny burst from her chair and ran from the room. Professor McGonagall nodded to Professor Snape and exited as well. Draco, surprised by Ginny's swift and sudden departure moved to follow her.
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape snapped, "A minute more please."
"Can't you see she's upset?"
"Mr. Malfoy, sit!"
Draco sat indignantly and glared at the professor.
"Mr. Malfoy, what were you thinking?"
Draco smirked and cocked an eyebrow.
"I think I was snogging a pretty girl. You should try it some time."
"Enough! Your father…"
"My father," Draco exploded over the Professor, "is in no position to have an opinion either way. The day my father chose his Dark Lord over his obligation to his family name, is the day any obligation I had to him ended!"
"You should have more faith in your father than that, Draco," the professor said quietly.
A few seconds passed then Snape continued, "Fine, if you don't care about your father's opinion, what about your mother? Narcissa Malfoy would never approve of a Weasley."
"My mother is desperate to believe that she has saved me from the path to darkness that my father set me on. I'm quite certain that she would read my interest in a Weasley as a successful implementation of that plan, and an indication of my shift in loyalties."
"And have your loyalties shifted?"
"My loyalties are the same as they've always been. Pity no one's ever bothered to ask me before now. May I go now, sir?"
"Go for now, but this conversation isn't over."
As Ginny ran from Professor Snape's office, with one thought on her mind. Harry - she needed Harry. She found him at breakfast and the instant he spotted her at the door he knew something was wrong, causing him to quickly escort her out again.
Once through the door she dissolved into the fit of tears that she'd been holding back for so long. She crumbled into Harry's arms.
"Ginny, what's wrong? Is someone hurt or sick?"
Ginny managed to shake he her head, Harry held her tightly as he spoke soothingly in her ear. "Come on, Gin, buck up. You know tears aren't a good look for you; makes you look like a big tomato."
Ginny dissolved further into her despair and Harry was close to panic now. "Ginny," he begged, "please tell me what happened."
"Dra….Dra… Dra…Draaaco," she sniffled, and then burst into a new fit of tears. Harry tried to ignore the fact that she'd just wiped her nose on his shoulder and carried on.
"What did Draco do?" he asked tentatively.
"Ki…Ki…Kissed meeee!"
Harry's mind immediately went to the worst case scenario for this situation, as a sudden fury rose in him like he'd never felt before.
Just then, Draco came into view, running down the corridor, in search of Ginny. Only Harry spotted Draco, as Ginny was still crying into Harry's shoulder. Harry glared at Draco, but motioned for him to come forward quietly. Harry fully intended to beat him senseless as soon as he was near.
"Ginny, you have to tell me what happened. Did he hurt you?" Harry's voice quivered with rage, he never broke eye contact with Draco.
"No." Ginny said quickly. "It was meeee, I… was… horr…ible! He thinks I'm a shlaaaaag! And I am!"
Draco was shaking his head vehemently, his eyes wide, looking utterly confused.
Harry's rage abated, as he began to piece together what had happened, and he would have found it amusing if it weren't for that sharp pain in his side, impairing his breathing.
It was in that very moment Harry knew he would do anything for Ginny. That he cared for her and her happiness more than he did his own.
Every instinct Harry had, and every voice in his head screamed for him to glare Malfoy off, to take Ginny away, to say, to do anything he had to, to make her his; even for the wrong reason. But then Harry looked at Ginny again, and it didn't take a Legilimens to figure it out. At that moment Ginny wanted Draco, even if she didn't realize it herself.
Harry carefully peeled Ginny off of him.
"Ginny, look at me," he raised her chin with his index finger, until he saw her blood-shot, puffy eyes. "I can't help you," he admitted quietly.
"No?"
"No, it's not me you need to talk to." As Harry spoke he gently turned Ginny to face Draco.
As Harry walked away, he punched Draco on the arm, taking great care to hit the exact spot that he had bruised three days earlier.
"Don't fuck up," Harry growled, while walking away, already regretting his decision.
It was a decision Harry would come to regret many, many times, in the coming years. Harry disappeared and didn't attend any of his classes that day.
"Ginny? Are you alright?" Draco asked cautiously, still rubbing his arm.
Ginny nodded, not looking at Draco.
"What's the matter?"
Ginny shrugged. He handed her a handkerchief and she took it gratefully.
"Do you regret it? He asked cautiously. Do you regret last night?"
Ginny looked at him, and shook her head.
"Good, I don't either. I'm sorry if I went too far."
"It's not that," Ginny admitted quietly, finally beginning to get her emotions under control. Draco didn't seem to think ill of her at all. "It's nothing you did."
"What is it then?"
Ginny looked down at the floor. "I don't know…, I've never felt…, Nobody's ever…" Ginny huffed in frustration, because she couldn't get the words out. She took a deep breath. "It scared me. I wanted more. I've never felt like that before. I'm not ready for that."
Inside, Draco melted in relief, and he felt his knees go weak. Outside, he looked as cool as ever, cocking an eyebrow he leaned in over her and whispered. "Are you saying you find me irresistible, Weasley?"
Ginny laughed for the first time that day.
"Nothing I can't get over, I'm sure."
"Come here." Draco pulled Ginny into a nearby alcove, out of plain site. Draco leaned against the wall and pulled Ginny in, to lean lightly against him. Resting his hands on her hips he let his thumbs make small circles there.
"Ginny, nothing more would've happened last night."
Ginny furrowed her brow. "But I wouldn't have stopped," she admitted reluctantly.
"It takes two, Weasley," Draco chuckled lightly. "I wasn't about to ravish you in the middle of the Gryffindor common room; I'm adventuresome, not suicidal."
"Oh." Ginny looked up into in his silver eyes, and suddenly all she could think about was how much she wanted to kiss him again.
Draco smirked, chuckled a bit, and then stood straight, to put some distance between them.
"Ginny, you made me a promise last night."
"Hmm?" Ginny racked her brain till she remembered.
"Oh. You want me to tell you about Harry and me."
"And you want to know about Parkinson."
"I don't think I want to know about you and Pansy, quite honestly," Ginny lied, trying to avoid talking about Harry. "Draco, why did you kiss me?"
"Are you kidding?" he grinned wickedly at her, stepping close to her again instantly wrapping his arms around to pull her in as tightly as possible.
"You said we wouldn't work." Ginny sighed, as she nuzzled her nose into his neck.
"We won't. Are you sniffing me again, Weasley?"
"Mmmm. You smell lovely. Might be the main thing I like about you. If we won't work, then, why did you kiss me?"
"I kissed you because I couldn't not kiss you; simple as that." Draco's lips were on hers, barely touching her, his lips tugging hers, teasing hers but not quite kissing hers.
Ginny's lips chased Draco's looking for a proper kiss, until she whimpered in frustration.
Draco chuckled, "Tell me you find me irresistible, Weasley", he teased mercilessly.
"Shut up, and kiss me you git," she whined desperately.
"That's close enough." Draco gave her the kiss she'd been looking for and a bit more.
Ginny heard her mother's voice in her head telling her that she should be maintaining some semblance of control, but Ginny had just noticed that Draco tasted as good as he smelled.
Again her mother's voice echoed in her head warning her that she shouldn't be allowing Draco's hand to be doing what it was doing to her breast.
Ginny told her mother's voice to pipe down as she relaxed with a satisfied sigh, allowing Draco to have his way with her mouth.
"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape snarled.
"This will become both tiresome and nauseating very quickly. I suggest you both go to breakfast, and No, Miss Weasley, I don't believe that Mr. Malfoy's tongue down your throat constitutes a proper breakfast."
Draco pulled away from her with a growl.
They walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast; as Professor Snape followed them closely to ensure they didn't get distracted along the way.
"We still need to talk; you haven't gotten out of it with a snog," Draco whispered as they walked.
"Meet me after your last class today."
"I can't, I have Quidditch. After dinner?"
"I can't, I have detention," Draco huffed.
"There's always rounds tomorrow night," Ginny offered.
"That'll have to do."
They had arrived at Ginny's spot, near Ron and Hermione, at the Gryffindor table. Once Snape had had swept past them, to take his place at the teachers table, Draco surprised Ginny by pulling her to him and kissing her deeply.
"We're eating here!" Ron complained behind them.
There were several whoops from the Slytherins on the other side as several Gryffindors sneered.
"I guess we're not keeping this a secret then," Ginny said weakly as he stepped away from her.
"Wasn't planning on it, no," he drawled and then took his seat across from an amused looking Pansy and a murderous looking Astrid.
As Ginny took her seat she knew that she had a pathetically goofy grin plastered on her face. Not even the glares from Ron and his overly dramatic nausea could roust her from her stupor.
Ginny's reverie was finally shattered when the morning post owls swooped over them leaving the three of them with a very official looking envelope.
"What's this?" Ginny wondered aloud.
"It's got the Ministry seal on it," Hermione observed as she tore hers open.
"It's a summons to appear before The Wizengamot, as a witness against Lucius Malfoy. They've set his trial date for three weeks from today. They seem to be in a hurry to get him convicted."
"There you go Gin," Ron taunted smugly. "You're going to be a star witness to put your new boyfriend's father away for good. That should damper things quite nicely."
"Ron! Quiet!" Hermione scolded. "Ginny, where's Harry?"
"I don't know, he left," Ginny said vaguely. She sat staring at the letter in front of her, wondering what Draco's reaction would be. He was right, this relationship would be impossible.
Harry reappeared that afternoon in time for Quidditch practice. He was in a perfectly pleasant mood and completely unwilling to divulge where he'd been all day.
Hermione scolded him for skipping his classes. He just shrugged and told her it couldn't be helped. Apparently the Post Owl had found his hiding place because he knew of the summons when he reappeared.
As the team was leaving the Quidditch pitch for dinner, Ginny tugged the back of Harry's robes to slow him down so the two of them could fall back a distance from the rest of the team.
"I wanted to thank you for this morning, Harry."
"You're welcome Gin. Are you alright now?" Harry tone was warm, but he kept walking and he avoided looking at her.
"Yes. You were right; it was Draco I needed to talk to. I was just scared because I got a little…"
"Gin," Harry interrupted a little too harshly, "I don't want the details. Please. I just want to know that you're alright."
"I'm fine, Harry." Ginny sounded a bit hurt.
"I'm sorry, Gin. He's just not my favorite person, especially for you."
Harry stopped suddenly and spun around to meet her. "Ginny, are you sure about him? Are you sure he's not dangerous? That he's not playing some evil game with you?"
Harry's eyes glowed with something new, she saw the concern, the fear, and the genuine love that was always there in his eyes, but there was something else. Ginny felt a stirring inside her, it was powerful and painful, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
Ginny shook herself out of the grip of Harry's intense gaze.
"Yes, Harry, I'm sure Draco's not trying to hurt me."
"Ok," Harry said mildly, and began walking again.
"Harry, do you want to do something after diner? Exploding snaps?"
"Can't, Gin. I have a date."
"Who with tonight?"
"Daphne."
"Really? You've been seeing a lot of her."
"Yeah, I like her. I think I'll be seeing more of her."
"Why her?" Ginny asked casually.
Harry shrugged. "She's funny and easy to talk to. She's very snoggable. She doesn't take life seriously, that's nice. It's just easy to be with her."
"I've heard that myself," Ginny grumbled under her breath, feeling suddenly ill at ease.
That evening Ginny found herself on her own. Harry was off with Daphne, and Hermione had roped Ron into studying. She wasn't in a mood to hunt down some of her other friends. So Ginny took a long bath in the Prefects bathroom, and then retired to bed with a book.
Just as she was about to doze off, she heard a noise and looked around. She heard it again, 'Tap, Tap, Tap'; there was an owl at the window.
"Hello Dezzy," she said as she opened the window for Draco's elegant eagle owl, Desdemona. She flew in with a box attached to her leg.
"What have you got there girl?" Ginny relieved Dezzy of her burden and offered her a snack. Dezzy turned her beak away from the owl treat and flew off.
"Excuse me! Merlin only knows what's good enough for a Malfoy owl," she chuckled.
"Draco probably has a box of chocolate covered mice or something."
The box in her hands was labeled:
Ginny Weasley
Alone in her Bedchamber
"Hmm. Draco, what are you up to?" Ginny grinned, and took the box back to her bed. The box was wrapped in silver parchment with a green bow.
The enclosed card read:
G,
These are to replace what I so ruthlessly
destroyed last night. I'm sorry about that,
but a point had to be made. I'd like to add
that these are gifts to myself as much as to
you. I hope to see them again soon.
D
Ginny opened the box and gasped when she found the most exquisite lingerie she'd ever seen in her life. Not the serviceable white cotton that she was accustomed to, but the highest quality, hand-stitched satin. There were three sets of brassieres and matching knickers; one white, one deep sapphire blue, and one the obligatory Slytherin green.
"Gotta slip in that green, don't you Malfoy?" she chuckled, as she quickly tried on the green set.
"How in Merlin's name did you get my size perfectly? The boy had hidden talents apparently."
Ginny was thrilled; she never had anything so delicate and beautiful touching her body before. She fell asleep that night thinking about the implied promise in Draco card. She imagined Draco's eyes when he saw his gift again. She let her hands travel over her body as she imagined Draco's hands traveling over her and his mouth exploring her everywhere. Ginny slept very well that night.
Ginny struggled through her Friday with difficulty; it seemed to take an eternity to pass. Ginny wasn't sure if she was dreading her rounds with Draco, or looking forward to them. She knew she had to tell him about the summons, she didn't know what he would say.
She also knew he would ask about Harry, and on that topic she really didn't know what she would say.
She knew that he would probably kiss her again causing her to think about how she couldn't control herself. Worst of all she didn't think she wanted to control herself. Overall, Ginny was quite the muddle.
As usual Draco met her at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Hello, young lady." Draco held his hand out to her, and she took it as they started down the stairs.
"Hi," she said bashfully.
"Usual route?"
"Oh! No. Can we avoid the Astronomy Tower tonight?"
Draco looked at her warily. "I suppose. Why?"
"Nothing, I'd like to try another route. That's all," she said nonchalantly.
"What's this about, Weasley?" Draco demanded as only a Malfoy could.
"Alright! Ron took Hermione up there tonight. That's something I'd rather not see. And don't give me any crap about allowing family special favors!"
"Are you kidding? I'd guard the door myself; if it meant those two are finally getting on with it! We'll skip the Astronomy Tower and go to the Greenhouses instead."
"Nobody snogs in the Greenhouses."
"That's where I would go." Draco flashed the sinister Malfoy smirk that she'd grown to love so well.
"Before I forget," she said, needing a change of subject, "Ron wants to play chess on Sunday, if you can manage to behave yourself."
"Me behave? I'll behave as well as that git does. Yeah. I'll be there," he said grudgingly.
"Harry's right about you two," Ginny laughed.
"You're a couple of chess sluts. You hate each other, but you'd do anything for a good game."
"Whatever, Weasley."
They'd reached the base of the tower stairs when Ginny stopped and let go of Draco's hand.
"Draco, there's something I have to tell you that you won't like," she began slowly.
Draco stiffened and turned to her with a neutral expression.
"I received a summons, to appear at your father's trial, we all did; the six of us who were at the Department of Mysteries."
Draco looked surprised, as though he'd been expecting to hear something else, but he recovered quickly. "Oh, yes I'd assumed you would be called."
"That's it? You're not upset? You're not going to ask me not to testify?"
"I believe I've mentioned this to you before Weasley, but what I want rarely enters into the equation of what actually happens. I know that you're going to testify, there's no way you wouldn't. You hate him too much not to. If I asked you not to testify, it would just end this friendship sooner. "
"Why are you so sure we're doomed?
"Tell me how you feel about Potter."
Ginny grimaced and closed her eyes, she knew this was coming, she had no idea how she would put into words things that she barely allowed herself to think. "Do you always ask questions you don't want the answers to?"
"I don't know. I am now, anyway."
"I don't know what you want me to tell you. Harry's my friend, but he's more than a friend too." Ginny paused, but she knew Draco expected more. "I love Harry… and not like a brother." Ginny grasped Draco's hands, to keep him from turning away from her; she placed his hands on her waist and looked up into his reluctant eyes. "You seem to think that I'm pining away for him, I'm not. In case you hadn't noticed, you daft git, lately, I've been pining away for you. What Harry and I have is very good the way it is."
"For now," Draco added, but he also seemed to relax a bit, running his hands over Ginny's sides.
"Yes, for now. I don't know what the future holds, and neither do you. It's your turn, what about Pansy?"
"Oh, we're just friends." Draco laughed as Ginny launched herself at him, fully intending to cause as much damage to his pretty face as possible, he restrained her easily.
"I swear Draco Malfoy, you are this close to having bogeys flying out your nose permanently," Ginny hissed at him with an intense sincerity that quelled his snickers quickly.
"Alright already! I don't remember a time when Pansy wasn't in my life; our mother's are good friends, and our father's have similar…political interests. But I've never thought of her as a sister; there was always something else there.
We've never dated one another officially, but we've…kind of… experimented. Then, last year, things started getting a bit more serious, we started doing things that friends really shouldn't be doing."
"Strip chess will do that," Ginny quipped grumpily.
"Yes it will," Draco chuckled. "Quickly."
"What happened? Why aren't you together?"
"I asked…last spring…she said no. She said she wanted to see other boy's. She'd never kissed anyone else and wanted to try it, apparently."
Ginny giggled. "Does she think she can find someone who's a better kisser? Good luck to her. That boy will be dangerous."
"Thank you," Draco snickered. "It may have had a little to do with what's happening with my father. Slytherins can be sensitive to shifts in power."
"That's terrible! She's supposed to be your friend."
"She is my friend, Ginny. I've never doubted her feelings for me, but it's more complicated than that."
"No it isn't! If she loved you, she wouldn't care, she'd be there."
"That's a Gryffindor talking, not a Slytherin. She is there for me Ginny, more than anyone else. She's just not my girlfriend."
"Am I?"
Draco smiled. "I think we need to give it a try. But Ginny, I need to ask you something."
"What?"
"When you have a problem with me, I need you to come to me, not…him; like you did yesterday."
Ginny nodded. "That sounds fair."
"It's quiet down here; I think we should go the Greenhouses now, check for snoggers there."
They climbed their way out of the dungeons and made their way toward the Greenhouses.
"Have you noticed we've become pathetically bad at our Prefect duties? We never find any snoggers anymore."
"I think we'll find a couple in the here," Draco said as he opened the greenhouse door.
"Ginny, I wrote my mother yesterday, I asked her to speak with yours. They seemed to get on well enough at Grimmauld Place."
"I don't understand."
"The professors are going to write to our parents, telling them about Wednesday. I'm trying to prevent one of your mothers famous Howlers."
A wide grin slowly crossed Ginny's face. "What did you tell your mother about me, Draco?"
Draco flushed a bit. "That's not important, I just hope it works."
Ginny bumped up against him, throwing him slightly off balance for a second. "What did you tell your mother about me, Draco?" she insisted.
"Nothing!"
"Did you tell her that your intensions are nothing but honorable?" she teased. "And that you're mad about me?"
"Shut-up, Weasley!"
"Thank you, Draco. That was a sweet thing to do; a very Gryffindor thing to do."
"Oh! Now that's going too far, witch!"
Ginny squealed as Draco grabbed her and pinned her against the greenhouse wall.
"That's the last time I save you from a compromising position," he whispered softly against her ear.
""Mmmm. Apparently it's not the last time you're going to put me in one though."
Draco chuckled as Ginny tried to subtly bury her nose in his neck and inhale. "Draco, there doesn't seem to be any snoggers in the greenhouses tonight."
"Not yet, no." Draco began to nip Ginny's ear, his hot breath sending chills to her core. He continued to explore her neck slowly, paying particular attention to the hollows of her pulse points. He would occasionally suck a bit of tender skin into his mouth, she was sure that he was leaving his mark on her which she didn't mind, she wanted more.
"Why are you so short, Weasley?" Draco suddenly stopped kissing her and looked about the room.
"Hmm?" Ginny was snapped out of the trance that he had put her in. "Genetics?" she growled testily.
"Come here." He dragged her toward the middle of the room.
"I already have a crick in my neck from Wednesday. Kissing you is going to make me old and stooped before my time," he grumbled as he lifted her up to sit on a garden workbench. He gave her a quick peck on the lips to measure that she was now at the perfect height to suit him.
"Excellent," he said as he moved in for another kiss.
Ginny stopped him, staring at him incredulously. "Are you sure you don't want to find a taller girl to snog? I wouldn't want you to compromise; you are a Malfoy after all."
Draco grinned at her evilly, while he loosened and removed her school tie.
"You have several other attributes that more than make up for your lack of stature."
"Yes," she said suspiciously, "two at least."
"Shush. No more talking," he said shortly. "Just kissing."
Ginny didn't know how he did it. His lips on her were like a potion, rendering her helpless and completely at his mercy.
Draco explored her painfully slowly. He opened her blouse one button at a time, lavishing attention on each bit of exposed skin, before moving to the next button. It seemed like a blissful eternity before he reached the last button. That's when Ginny heard his breath hitch as he removed her blouse and he caught his first full glimpse of the gift he'd given her. Ginny had worn the green one today.
"Thank you for my gifts," she said laboriously, words were not coming easily. She wanted only to feel his lips again.
"No. Thank you."
He allowed his hand to roam over the smooth satin for the first time. "Your skin's so pale and beautiful, you don't have freckles everywhere; I've wondered about that."
His mouth moved down to begin thoroughly mapping her stomach and ribcage.
"No, just the bits that get the sun," she said lazily. "I have lots of them on my back."
"Yeah?" he said with interest, peeking up from her stomach. "Let's see." Ginny laughed as he lifted her legs onto the table and spun her around to give him access to her back.
"Oh yes! Lots of work to do here," he hissed to himself as he threw her hair over her shoulder and attacked the back of her neck, all the while gently fingering her satin clad front.
As he progressed further down her back. He deemed that the brassiere was getting in his way so his fingers made quick work of the front closure and disposed of the offending garment.
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered as he kissed a particular spot on her lower shoulder blade, he then ran his tongue softly upward, and then downward, and the upward again along her shoulder blade stopping briefly to kiss certain spots. He repeated the process several times, always in the same area.
"This spot is mine," he said with intensity harsh enough to rouse Ginny from her intoxicated state. "This spot is mine," he repeated, "never let anyone else kiss you here." It was a commandment, not a request.
"What's so interesting back there?" Draco didn't answer.
He spun her back around on the table and kissed her with an intensity she'd never experienced before. She was always in danger of passing out when this boy kissed her. He pulled her to the edge of the table and wrapped her legs around him, to get her as close as he could, kissing her deeply all the while.
As his kisses traveled down to her breasts, his stance shifted and Ginny suddenly felt the hardness in his trousers pressing against her. This jolted her back into reality.
"Draco!" she gasped, trying unsuccessfully to find the words for her protest.
Draco's brain functioned slightly quicker than Ginny's.
"Shhh, don't worry about that. Just this is enough." Then he returned his attentions to her breasts, he spent a long time mapping them just as carefully as he had done her freckles.
"You seem…rather fond of…of the girls." Ginny felt him smirk against her nipple.
"They might be the main thing I like about you."
"Hey!" she shrieked swatting him across the head.
"What?" he grinned up at her.
"You started it. You're the one with the unnatural attraction to my shaving potion! You shouldn't talk!"
"Come here." Ginny grabbed Draco by the tie and pulled him up onto the table with her, while kissing him thoroughly. "I'm feeling rather jealous of them; you're neglecting the rest of me."
"So sorry, I'll make it up to you."
Ginny had never truly understood what the term snogged senseless meant before this evening. But now, she had no doubts as to its meaning. When Draco stopped kissing her some time later, Ginny had no idea if ten minutes had passed or ten hours.
"It's an hour past our shift, Ginny. We've got to get back." Draco was tenderly dressing Ginny, kissing each bit of her as he covered her back up and buttoned her blouse.
"Draco, I think I like you." Ginny said groggily, pulling him back to her lips and kissing his smirk.
"I'm glad you don't do this with boys you don't like. You're not going to distract me, Weasley, we're going back. My self-control only goes so far."
"I'm glad one of us has some, "Ginny grumbled as Draco pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards the door.
They soon found themselves in a lustful good night kiss, before a disapproving Fat Lady. Ginny's pleas for Draco to come inside were being successfully, if regretfully, resisted.
"I don't want another month of detention, Ginny. One of us has to show some restraint, and you're making it clear it won't be you," Draco admonished affectionately.
"One more kiss then," she whined pitifully.
"Oh, if I must," Draco whined right back, and then kissed her until he felt her go limp in his arms.
"Excuse me, you're blocking the door."
Draco broke away at the sound of Harry's voice, setting Ginny back on her own feet.
"Good timing, Potter. I was in need of a rescue," Draco said earnestly, while backing away. "Good night, Ginny."
Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but was unwilling to beg for another kiss in front of Harry. "Alright! Good night, then."
"Library tomorrow?" Draco asked.
Ginny nodded and waved, and then went through the portrait hole that a rather nauseated looking Harry was holding open for her.
"Good to see our Prefects are taking their duties seriously," he said dryly as Ginny passed him.
"And I suppose you were out there studying, were you?"
"Of course."
Authors Notes:
Thank you, Blondhunter for the edit and the hand holding.
Thanks to Cloz for the moral support and CONSTANT nagging!
These 2 were it the last chapter, but are still relevant.
Exciting news! We have a Fan artist who has begun work illustrating this story.
Her name is nikotuesday.
She has begun posting pictures at:
www (dot)side7(dot)com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/Display(dot)pl?actgalleryaid16948
Go check out the drawings and tell her which scenes you'd like illustrated. She's taking requests. Weee!
I'd like also like to thank Cloz for reinventing the word slag for me, she prefers to say shlag, and I like it better too. She's British, she's a teenager, that's makes her expert enough for me!