A/N Hello my readers! I am back after a long needed vacation with new bitterness and seduction games to use for my characters to play! Now how to end the story I'm not quite sure but I will tell you if you hold on and with the help of my beta I shall make it great! A long waited since here is my update!

Always,

Draco's Slave Dancer

P.S. My name has changed but I'm still the same person

In the game of seduction a winner is set and losers are marked, but the real question is who will survive, and who will lose everything in the game that destroys all

Chapter 4: Reality Hits Hard

Ginny ran down the hallway, her brow filmed with sweat, the smell of him, still numbing her nose. She sunk to the floor tears threatened to roll down her face as she realized the difficulty of the battle ahead. When she started this "game" she hadn't realize that it would end when one had fallen victim to the other. She had to seduce Draco to win, but wouldn't that mean she was going to lose anyways. She didn't have long to think because her brother opened the door and found her fallen form on the other side.

"Ginny! Is that you? Merlin, are you ok?" Ron called desperately as he saw his sister in tears on the floor.

Her hair had been mussed and her clothing was a bit off par. The tear stains evident on her dark red button-down shirt, where the water turned the cloth a dark burgundy. She was huddled together like a scared child and Ron didn't know what to do.

"Hermione! Hermione! Please come help." Ron called desperately as Ginny kept shaking in her brother's arms.

Hearing Ron's desperate cries Hermione ran from her seat and saw Ginny still shaking against the wall of their compartment. The necklace on her neck, though strange she noticed was glowing red, as if angry.

"Strange," she thought to herself as she gently nudged Ron out of the way and asked for the boys to leave her and Ginny alone in the compartment.

"But Mione," Ron complained as Hermione silenced them with a glare, and grudgingly they left the room, to have the door slammed in their faces.

"Ginny, Ginny darling. Are you ok? What is wrong?" Hermione gently spoke as she rocked Ginny in her arms.

Shaking her head in a no response Ginny sat cradled into her arm as she looked down and saw the pendent on her neck glowing in a blood red color. Knowing that the color changes showed how her cousin was reacting, she cried even more out of shame and fear.

What was she to do? The game had already started and to what she saw there was no escape.

"I can't just give in. Malfoy would know that I know I had lost from the beginning, and oh dear what would Harry and Ron say? What about Cassie and Hermione? I shudder to think of the shame I would bring to my family if I lost." Ginny thought as the tears began to cease and a look of deep thought over took her face.

Shaken out of her trance Hermione had a look of concern on her face. The look made Ginny feel sick to her stomach as she knew that the reason as to why she was crying would make her angry. Her stomach turned violently as she got up and ran to the restroom, Hermione following in turn.

"Ginny! Ginny! Stop! What's wrong?" Hermione yelled at Ginny's quickly fleeting form.

Alas, Ginny could not stop and when reaching the bathroom threw herself inside and locked the door loudly, as she ran to the toilet. Violently retching, her stomach gave way and she began to weep harder. When done she flushed the toilet and sat against the wall, the tears coming in torrents down her face.

Unbeknownst to her a crowd had gathered outside of the door where Hermione was desperate to get inside. Draco among them, smirking in his usual way knowing that the little weaslette had indeed gotten herself into more than she could most certainly handle, hell very few women could handle Draco Malfoy successfully and still live to tell the tale. It was time that he used his Head Boy position to his advantage and try to get in because of his status. "Out of the way," he began to yell as he pushed his way up to the front of the crowd, to see that the little Head Girl was already there trying to get Ginny out of the locked lavatory.

It was then that he began to cuss under his breath because of Hermione already being there and he could not use his status to get her out, because she was already there, so it was indeed a sign that some witty banter was indeed in order to get rid of the current thorn in his side. "So, the incompetent Head Girl is trying pathetically to do her duties and failing quite miserably on my standards." Rang out of his mouth as he began to approach the quickly disappearing crowd knowing that a full row was about to break out and everyone should run for cover.

"Back off Malfoy, this is none of your concern as to who is in here, nonetheless of what is going on, so why don't you go find some of your Slytherin slime and back off, then again some can say that you are a well known wanker so you could go entertain yourself with that." Hermione smirked with a glare and challenge in her eye. Setting Draco's fury truly on fire, or the beginning of it anyways.

"If you remember Granger, I have as much right to help any student that needs it." Draco growled lowly, as he approached the door, tempted to curse the smart ass second years that were standing in his way purposely.

It was then that the door sprang open and it looked as if Ginevra Marie Elizabeth Weasley had never been crying in the first place. Her eyes were a bit red, but other than that the tell tale signs of someone crying were not there.

"I'm ok Hermione, I just got a bit stressed out. I had too much on my mind. I'm ok now though." Ginny spoke, her voice calm and somewhat not her own. It was weird to be speaking outside of herself and for some reason she understood that's what ghosts must feel like from time to time.

Unconvinced it seemed that Hermione, Ron, and Harry, would not leave the sixth year alone for more than a few minutes. It was getting more agitating than something else in a long, long, time. It wasn't until they were leaving the train, that Ginny had to run back inside the train to grab her robe that was left on the floor. When she ran into the last person she wanted to see.

Draco Malfoy held her robe, she had left it in his room, on her hasty retreat out of his compartment. "Looking for this Weaselette?" Draco spoke, raking his eyes up and down her very tired figure. "It's not over you know, as much as you would like to believe that it is. It'll never be over, until I have you screaming my name anyways." Draco said, as he sauntered over resting his robe over her shoulders and kissing and nibbling at her neck. Before she ran for the door, shaking her head clear of the fog that just over took her, and hid away in the castle for months at a time, until one, unavoidable, evening.

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Draco's Slave Dancer