A/N Well here we go people, just the start of one of the many juicy chapters, so here we go, also pay attention to the lyrics listed here, they will become important later. I was listening to the Wicked official Broadway soundtrack and it inspired me. So be aware that I do not own the song, it belongs to the writer.

P.S. Draco is a bit more violent in this chapter so head's up.

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 6: Powerful Battle

Ginny ran out of the common room, it was cold, really cold. The chill hit her heart hard. Grateful to be a prefect she would not be asked why she was out after hours, for no other teachers had the schedule to who was patrolling, other than the heads of houses, and it was rare for any of them to be out and about at this time. Stopping for a minute to listen for anyone coming, she relaxed as she started to walk to the potions class. It was well known that none of the doors were ever locked, so she was confident that she could slip in and out without being detected.

It was a weird coincidence that she began to get lyrics stuck in her mind, one of her favorite Broadway shows she saw while she was with her cousin in New York City, it was a story about two witches, but Ginny had to laugh at the clear differences between what muggles perceived to be real and what was.

She was humming as she walked down the hallway. Going into the dungeon area, known to be the home of Slytherins was deadly enough, but to not care an ounce of happiness and show nothing but fear, was not advised. So she started to sing quietly:

Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Let his flesh not be torn
Let his blood leave no stain
Though they beat him
Let him feel no pain
Let his bones never break
And however they try
To destroy him
Let him never die:
Let him never die:

The hallways became darker and darker, as she journeyed further and further into the depths of the dungeons. Her singing got a little louder.

Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka: eleka:

What good is this chanting?
I don't even know what I'm reading!
I don't even know which trick I ought to try
Fiyero, where are you?
Already dead, or bleeding?
One more disaster I can add to my
Generous supply?

She was freaking out plain and simple, so she started running, faster and faster, the door getting nearer. She ran inside and slammed the door, the room was eerily lit, she had never seen the potions class at night, and sitting at the teachers desk in front, loomed her forgotten book. She knew it was hers because inscribed on the side was a lion. It was a way for her to tell her books apart from those in her year. She ran up to the desk and grabbed the heavy book, behind her she didn't hear the door lock, and a certain someone loom behind her.

Stalking her like a cat, he got closer, close enough that he could smell her scent, vanilla and strawberries. It was intoxicating, and he would not rest until he had all of her to himself. Turning around she came to face to the proclaimed Slytherin King.

"Interesting spell you were chanting. Are you sure you never practiced the dark arts Weasel?" Draco drawled as she pushed herself further up against the desk, to escape him.

"No, it's a song ferret boy! You know nothing of anything muggle, or of art. It's from a muggle musical that my cousin took me to go see this summer." She replied realizing yet again that the necklace was locked away in her trunk, as she tried to stand up defiantly.

Malfoy walked closer to her as she started to make her way for the potion storage room. Cornering her he asked her, "Do you even know what those words mean? Do you know what you are muttering under her breath?"

Ginny's eyes became dark, as undaunted she said, "It's nothing but a song, nothing more than fancy of a muggle. Don't be a fool Malfoy. Those words mean nothing."

"If you only knew weasel, repeat them to me again, it's an ancient form of Latin I do not expect you to understand, if any of the teachers heard you speaking it you would have been expelled. I can more than guarantee that." Draco spoke coming closer to her.

"Why do you care? Since when does my well being matter to you?" Ginny spoke challenging him.

"Intrigued, as you started a game you thought I forgot about didn't you. I knew you left that book behind. It's my turn Ginevra, you thought I knew had to torture you before, you were just getting a taste. A taste I will be sure you will never forget, and will make you come back again and again." Draco spoke as he lashed out and grabbed her hand as he pulled her towards him, slamming his lips brutally onto hers.

Ginny was surprised at the brutality of the kiss. She fought hard to get away, but the kisses were almost too sweet. It was the passion she had been looking for, oh she couldn't describe for how long. It was raw and wanting, no one in their right minds it seemed wanted her in that way. She no longer struggled, as she fought back just as fiercely, lips on lips, as they collided, where bruises were sure to be in the morning.

Moving down to her neck, Draco bit and suckled at the tender skin, red marks were left behind on the skin, his mark, the mark that no other male in their right minds would try to break, once a conquest was on Draco's mind, no one ever tried to face the rage of the dragon. Ginny shivered under his intense passion, as her head rolled to the side, and Draco took advantage of her moment of weakness, and lifted her on to the desk, sliding all possessions on the floor. Vials broke and a smoke engulfed the room, sweet smelling, it hid the passionate fight behind a thick veil.

Slipping her onto the table, he crawled on top of her, and positioned himself between her legs as he ravaged her lips once more. Slipping her robe on the floor, Ginny was awoken as another rule knocked her back from her confused senses.

Never let your guard down for one minute, give a man a chance and he will take it.

It was then that she kicked Draco in the groin, and as he rolled over to the side, Ginny jumped off the table, grabbed her book and robe, and ran out of the room as fast as she could. Her shirt was partially unbuttoned and tears threatened to role down her face as she ran up the stairs, nothing was going to stop her, as she ran to the nearest prefects bathroom, screamed the password and locked the door behind her. She couldn't risk him finding her, not now, not until she gathered herself. Stripping herself of her clothing, she dived into the pool of vanilla scented water, it was her turn to bathe in the lavish bathroom, and she scrubbed at her skin until it was raw. She started screaming and crying. Crying until she was sure she would pass out if she did not stop.

She was frightened, that much was clear. If it was that easy, she realized she didn't have much of a chance of standing up to him. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" Ginny cried into the emptiness of the room.

Meanwhile….

Draco was finally able to stand up. His eyes filled with a rage that was never matched by anyone before. Dragon was his name, it was for a reason. Angry he grabbed the nearest vial and broke he bottle against the wall. Melting the concrete, watching it drip, his eyes a dark silver, he was pissed off. Looking at the floor, he flipped the desk onto its side, as he began a violent assault on the room.

Breaking everything he could get his hands on, he took one look around the room, his breathing harsh and shallow, as he took in the site before him. The potions master would be angry, that much he knew for himself, so before leaving, he slipped his robe on over his forest green sweater and black jeans, and spoke the words to fix everything in the room.

Storming off to Slytherin common room, he grabbed Blaise by the wrist and drug her up to her room, slamming the door behind him, and throwing her on the bed. She knew something was up, she was far from stupid, he was angry, and instead of arguing it was better to let him have his way. He tore her clothes from her and did the same to himself, before forcing her legs apart as he laid himself between them. He bit her skin, making her bleed, the blood, the blood he needed to see from another was dripping down her skin, it hurt her that much he knew but at the present moment he could not care. Thrusting in and out of her, he carried both of them to the most powerful yet painful orgasm each of them had ever experienced.

Standing Draco left the room, fully clothed as Blaise was left to heal the wounds left behind.

A/N Ok, I know you weren't expecting quite that, but I hope you still liked. Remember, REVIEW!

P.S. The song is called No Good Deeds, from Wicked.

Thanks,

Draco's Slave Dancer