Fire and Ice
Chapter Five
Fire boiled deep within the pit of Ginny's stomach, as she leaned forward and flew ahead at light speed. Her brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and her pulse was racing. How dare he! How dare he think he can march right up into my fun, and ruin my day. Ginny thought angrily. Now only a few feet from Draco, Ginny launched herself forward, slamming into Draco's back, and knocking him unstable.
He flipped over the side of his broom, but saved himself the tragic fall by gripping on tightly to the brooms handle. Ginny grinned with satisfaction as Draco clung helplessly to the broom stick.
"Having fun Malfoy?" Ginny questioned, sarcastically
He murmured words of hatred, before swinging his body up over broom, and sitting securely on the handle. "Ha ha, Weasley very funny" he growled, glaring daggers into Ginny's eyes.
"No, it was more than just funny. It was highly amusing" Ginny said, grinning. Glancing over Draco's shoulder she noticed the shocked look upon Peter's face, which made her grin continue to widen.
Draco pretended he didn't hear her, and continued on. "Weasley, if im correct it's about time you leave the field. It's time for the big boys, to practice" he said smirking
"Oh, really? Well, I don't see any big boys …" Ginny, placed her hand to her head as if looking for someone. "Are they late or something?"
"NO!" Draco sighed, annoyed. "Weaslette … just get off our pitch would you?"
Ginny cocked her head to the side, thinking for a brief second. "No … no, I don't think I can do that"
"And, why is that!" Draco demanded
"Well, first off we were here first, and secondly I don't see your name on this field, so you can't just kick us off and-"
"Would you like me to show you, Weaslette?" Draco challenged, gliding closely to Ginny's front.
Ginny's opened her mouth to speak but the words slipped off her tongue, and melted into the air around her. The affect Draco's closeness was having on her, was unbelievable. Her sense became dizzy and unclear. Not only that but she found her eyes searching deep within his, looking for something … although she didn't know what it was.
A sudden voice hissed in her ear, and startled her, making her jump slightly.
"Impressed I'm sure, now Weasley we have a pitch to play on" Draco drawled
Ginny quickly recovered, with a scowl and turned her head to face Draco as he twirled about her. "I told you, we are not leaving this field and that's final" she stated firmly
"Alright then, I say we play a little … well, a game if you will" Draco began. "We'll have a match, one on one, no rules" he stated glancing to his side, at Blaise. "Whoever wins … gets the pitch for the rest of the day and …"
"The loser has to be the other's slave for a month" Blaise chimed in, smirking
Draco spun around, glaring at Blaise, just before he could open his mouth to protest, Ginny had agreed. A moment's silence fell upon the group, before Ginny spoke up once more.
"Well, I suppose we need equipment … right?" Draco, Blaise, and Peter nodded simultaneously. "Alright then, Peter and I will go fetch it," she turned to Peter. "Come on, let's go" gliding down to the lush, green field Ginny hopped off her broom.
"What in merlins name are you trying to prove, Gin?" Peter hissed, landing quickly behind her
"Nothing more than Draco Malfoy cannot push me around … that's all" she stated simply, approaching the broom shack
"But-"
"No, Peter. There's no talking me out of this, I'm going to do it. That's it! End of story!" Ginny said, agitated
Peter let out a stressful sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Well, don't just stand there! I'm going to need your help, carrying all this bloody rubbish!" Ginny said, tossing an old worn out quaffle into his arms.
Soon enough the right equipment had been gathered up, and the four were prepared for there on coming match. Ginny readied herself with a deep breath, before pushing off the earth with her heels, and rising into the air.
"Ready, she-weasel?" Draco questioned, smirking
Ginny just rolled her eyes and nodded, she was sick off all the preparation, she just wanted to kick Malfoy's arse and get it over with already. Malfoy signaled for the quaffle, and Blaise chucked it high into the air. It was on …
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The match had been going on for nearly three hours, now and Ginny was exhausted. Her breathing was heavy, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She was flying aside Peter, the two tossing the quaffle between one another. This was it, once the two made this goal, it was over. They won.
But just as Ginny's spirit rose, she felt the presence of another, and turned glancing behind her. Unfortunately there, flying directly behind her was, Draco and he was gaining speed quickly. Before she knew it, her broom had been knocked unstable, and the quaffle was no longer in her possession. She watched in horror as Draco spun around, and zoomed down the field heading towards his goal post.
Without a word to Peter, she leaned forward on her broom, and flew ahead with great speed. Just as she thought she was going to reach him, before he would make the goal, she heard screams of triumph echoing down the field. Her eyes widened, shock filling them immensely. They couldn't have lost … that just couldn't have!
Peter flew up slowly, beside her, watching her horror stricken eyes burn with hatred. "Gin-Ginny … are you alright?" he questioned cautiously
Ginny shook her head, clearing away her thoughts. "No. No, I most certainly am not ok! I lost to Malfoy! Bloody DRACO MALFOY, of all people!" she fumed, angrily. "Now, I have to let him have the pitch! But, that's not even the worst part! I, Ginerva Weasley have to be his SLAVE!"
"Yes, you very well do love" Blaise cooed sarcastically, flying up suddenly. "I'm sure you'll have jolly good fun" he continued smirking
Ginny sighed aggravated, and yanked the rubber band holding up all her fiery locks. They cascaded down, falling loosely around her face. Running a hand through her tangled mass of curls, she turned to Draco. She found he was starring intently at her, she frowned and slowly let her hand fall back down to her side.
"Draco?"
"Oh, right … Weasley I believe our deal consisted of you leaving the pitch, as well. Or was I mistaken?" he said smirking
Ginny scowled, "No. You were not mistaken. I'll just be going then"
Just before her feet could touch the earth once more, a shout rang out. "Oh, and Weasley!" Ginny turned, "I expect my dinner, in my dorm by 6'O clock on the dot. Not a minute further" Draco said grinning with satisfaction, as Ginny's face contorted into a look of disgust.
"Bloody bastard …" she seethed, through clenched teeth as she stormed off the pitch.
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Draco continued to pace the length of his room, impatiently. He was rather please to have won the quidditch match, but was torn on the idea of having Ginny as his slave. Not only was he torn on this idea, but he was also torn on his true feelings for Ginny. A few weeks ago, he could have walked up to Ginerva Weasley, and hexed her into oblivion … but, now … now was a different story.
The fact that just her slight appearance, would make him catch his breath for the briefest moment or how she truly had toughened up during her hard month of break up. She could dish out comebacks almost as well as he could, almost. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was, off limits, a forbidden air he should not intake. But, something about her made him go crazy, and he wanted her to make it stop. And the only to do that was if she belonged to him …
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Ginny frowned, stretching out on the couch. "I cannot believe I lost …" she groaned, irritated.
"Well, Ginn it's not your fault I mean-"
"Peter, please … it's all my fault. I should have never taken that bet in the first place" she sighed, running a hand over her face. "Now, I have to suffer the consequences"
Peter shook his head, mumbling "You're so stubborn, you know that?"
Ginny grinned, "But, you love it!"
Peter chuckled, and lifted up Ginny's legs and shoving them from the couch, he plopped down at the opposite end. "Who said I did?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, smiling. Just then the chimes of the clock echoed off the walls, signaling it was now 6'O clock. Ginny's eyes widened, and she leapt from the couch and made a dash for the portrait.
"Hey where are you going?" Peter shouted
"Draco. Dinner. Remember?" Ginny shouted back, before slamming the portrait closed behind her.
Peter shook his head, "I can't believe she's actually going to hold up her end of the deal …" he said to the nothingness around him.
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Ginny whirled around yet another corner, wind rushing behind her, and tangling her flaming hair. She was lost, completely and utterly lost. She had been looking for nearly and hour, and had yet to find the head's quarters. Glancing down at her watch, Ginny sighed aggravated. What did I do to disserve this? She pondered. Walking down the long endless corridor, she scanned every portrait.
Hoping that one might just be the exact one she was looking for. Suddenly, her eyes met that of a portrait portraying Hermione, along side a smirking Draco. She smiled, relief rushing through her. "Thank merlin …" she mumbled, approaching the door briskly.
As she got closer, she noticed that Hermione didn't look to happy either, as she was glaring up at Draco with furious eyes. Ginny smirked, at this and continued on towards the door. Finally, she stood right before it, and was able to reach out and knock on the hard frame of its frame.
She waited a moment, hoping for some sort of reply. Nothing.
Sighing, she knocked harder, and once again waited. Still, nothing. Ginny took a deep breath, trying to smother her rage. Reaching out she tried once again. Thankfully, the door flew open, revealing an impatient Draco.
"Where the hell have you been!" He demanded, angrily
Ginny rolled her eyes, and pushed past him entering the room. "I got lost. If you would have taken the time to give me some directions, I would have been here sooner." She countered, eyes grazing over the room before her.
It was amazingly, gorgeous. Ginny had never seen a room similar to this one, never. It was furnished with luxurious couches, and chairs; all of which bore green, silver, gold, or maroon. The fire place was blazing with flames and letting off a warm glow. Ginny smiled, as she neared it, and a warm rush of air met her cheeks.
"Weasley, what do you think your doing?" Draco hissed, directly behind her
"I'm just looking around, got a problem Malfoy?" she smirked, circling the room just to agitate him some more.
Draco sighed, running a pale hand through his platinum hair. "Weaslette, I'm quite hungry … so you best get started on dinner" he growled
"I will, soon enough. But, first I want to … well, right up an agreement so to speak"
"An agreement?"
"Yes, an agreement. You know rules, terms to follow …"
"Yes, I know what you're talking about. I'm not stupid …"
"Really? I never noticed" Ginny said smirking. Draco's eyes bulged with rage, and he opened his mouth only to have Ginny but right in, not allowing him to utter a word. "So, lets get started shall we?"
Sitting down, Ginny grabbed a piece of parchment from the table, and quickly found a quill. Draco joined her, leaning back in his chair, and watching her impatiently.
"Well, first off we need to clarify that Weaslette is not my name. Nor is Weasel-bee or She-Weasel. My name is Ginny, and that's how I would like to be adressed. Secondly, you will not bother Peter, or any of my other friends. Got it? Third-"
"Whoa, wait one second. I don't think I can follow that second one"
"And why is that?" Ginny hissed
"Because, your friends are just so easy to make fun of, and besides I thought you and the golden trio were in some sort of row." Draco answered, raising a challenging brow
"Well …"
"Exactly, now that we've got that out of the way, lets get on with the food shall we?" Draco said smirking.
"Wait! I'm not finished"
Draco sighed, "What is it now Weaslette?"
"Ginny"
"Oh, right Ginny?"
She scowled. "You know, I don't really like that name. Ginny … I think Weaslette suits you much better"
Ginny took a deep breath, trying with all her will not to burst. "Ginerva isn't good either. Sounds too … old, I think-"
Ginny couldn't take anymore, she had lost it. "Malfoy, I don't care if you're the Minister of Magic, you are not going to call me Weaslette. My name is Ginny, G-I-N-N-Y! Got it? And another thing, just because im your slave for the next few weeks, does not mean that anything and I mean anything, is going to change between us! I will always, hate you for the foul, loathsome, evil git that you are!" Ginny sighed, angrily. "Why must you do anything within your power, to annoy or aggravate me? I've done nothing to you! Absolutely NOTHING! And you still, target me as your amusement for the day! Not only that but, I saved your life! That should mean something to you! I risked my own hide, to save yours! Doesn't that mean anything!" Ginny was screaming now, and tears were streaming down her cheeks she was so angry. Draco was only a mere few inches, in front of her, and she was breathing down his neck.
Suddenly, without warning, he leaned forward and his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Ginny's eyes widened and she lost her breath from shock, as he nibbled on her bottom lip hungrily. It seemed almost as if he had been holding in some deep desire, to kiss her for the longest time the way he kissed her lips raw. But, what shocked her the most was the fact that her body was actually responding, and she found herself not wanting to be anywhere else.
It was the weirdest feeling Ginny had ever experienced. I mean sure, she had been kissed but, not like this. This was a completely different story, for one she was kissing someone she had never thought to kiss in her lifetime before she had saved him back in those woods, Two the way he was kissing her was more thrilling than any other kiss she had received in her life, and Three she was actually enjoying it all.
Soon enough Ginny found herself, pressed tightly against the wall; Draco trailing kisses down her neck. Her arms were tangled in his platinum hair, while his were gripping her waist tightly. Draco's lips lingered on her jaw bone, slowly making there way up to her lips once more. But, no sooner had they once more collided with her own had Ginny finally came out of her daze, and pulled away.
"Wh-what …" Ginny looked, down frowning in utter bemusement. Looking back up, she gazed at Draco. "What just happened …?"
"I believe our dear friend Draco, finally let his mask fall" a voice answered, echoing off the walls.
"Blaise?" Draco questioned, icy pools enlarging
"Hello Draco," Blaise smirked, approaching the two. "Ello, love" Blaise said, nodding over at Ginny. Ginny gave a weak smile, before staring back down at the ground once more.
"I see you two, hit it off famously" Blaise mused, aloud with a smirk
"Shut up" Draco snarled
Ginny sensing the tension, took this as her intuitive to scram. "Ummm, I'm going to go start on dinner now …" she mumbled, before hurrying off in what was hopefully the direction of the kitchen.
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Whilst Ginny bustled about the kitchen, trying her best to attempt to make a slightly eatable meal, she couldn't help but listen in on the conversation going on in the room, just outside the door. She was still slightly dazed from what had happened in the previous moments and her mind still remained, completely confused.
It was clearly apparent that she had liked all that Draco had done to her; more like it was completely obvious that she had. But, it was just that fact that made her skin crawl with agitation. How, could she Ginerva Molly Weasley have liked Draco Malfoy smothering her with affection? It seemed impossible, true but … it wasn't.
Suddenly the voices from the room, escaladed and Ginny rushed over to the door. Pressing her ear against it's hard, wooden surface she listened in.
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"I do not have a thing, for she-weasel" Draco seethed, pacing the length of the room
Blaise, sat comfortably in a green chair, trimmed with silver lining, hands crossed over his chest, and the usual 'I told you so' look on his bronze features. "Mate, you can't lie to me … I can see it your eyes. You like the weaslette-"
"I do not have any bloody feelings, whatsoever for her! NONE!"
"Then explain to me why the two of you were, snogging like wild rabbits in heat." Blaise challenged, raising a questioning brow
Draco opened his mouth thinking he was armed with a comeback, but unfortunately he was not. Slowly closing his mouth, he watched as Blaise smirked in satisfaction. "I told you mate, Blaise knows all …" he said with a chuckle
Draco sighed, and fell back into a maroon chair. "I-I just … merlins Blaise I don't know. There's just something about her … I can't explain it …"
"She is looking rather nice this year, don't you think?"
"Who?"
"Why our Weaslette of course" Blaise replied grinning from ear to ear
"She's looks absolutely gorgeous …" Draco said gazing at the kitchen door, longingly
Blaise belted out a laugh, "Well I wouldn't say gorgeous," he said imitating Draco. "But, nice yes"
Draco remained, silent not uttering a word. His eyes continued to stay fixed upon the closed, wooden door. He couldn't believe what had happened to him within the past few weeks. His emotions betraying him, his feelings changing so suddenly, it all was very overwhelming; not to mention insanely shocking.
The sudden sound of clanging pots and pans rang throughout the room, awaking Draco from his thoughts. A frown crossed his face, and he slid out of the chair. Slowly, he neared the door, the same frown plastered upon his features. Reaching out he pushed the door aside, revealing the kitchen.
There was Ginny, lying amongst a pile of pots and pans. Her hair was a tangled mass of curls, which was covering her beat red face and her hands were covered what appeared to be spaghetti sauce. Draco grinned down at her, which caused a deeper shade of crimson to spark up in her cheeks.
"How's the food, going Gin?" he questioned with a smirk
Ginny mumbled something under her breath, before pushing herself up off the floor. "It's coming along, just fine Draco" she said, challenging him with a similar smirk to the one on his own lips
"Good"
"Yeah … so … I'll just get back to cooking it up then" Ginny stammered, sensing the tension
"That's a good idea Weasley" Draco said, before turning on heel and heading for the door.
"Ginny …" she mumbled, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Alright, Ginny" he said smiling
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Authors Note: So, what did you think? Hopefully it pleased you all! Lol So, leave reviews, and all that other good stuff! And I'll hopefully get chapter Six soon.
Thanks!