Disclaimer: As we all know, unfortunately all characters, etc. belongs to someone else. I only get to take credit for plot.
A/N: Sorry for the wait people, things have been crazy. But as promised a new chapter for ya'll (and it's even ahead of schedule).
Chapter 3
Draco was still getting dressed, when all of a sudden… "Draco! Draco, Blaise wants you." Pansy called from the doorway.
"I could have told you that." He mumbled sarcastically.
Ignoring his snide comments, she looked him over for a minute. "Draco, those robes look incredibly sexy on you. What do you say we just skip the party and stay here?" she purred.
"As unappealing as that sounds Pansy, there's nothing that would horrify me more than spending the night with you." He drawled.
"What's the matter Draco, afraid you might enjoy yourself?" she replied, a smirk appearing on her face as she tried to corner him.
"Blaise! Blaise! Get in here this instant!" Draco yelled.
"You called my prince." Blaise called sarcastically as he entered the room.
"Will you please remove your plaything from my arm, and keep her out of my room."
"Pansy luv, you know how Draco feels about sharing. And I don't know how many times I have to remind you that I'm the only one allowed anywhere near Draco's bed." Blaise said as Pansy pouted, and a look of absolute terror appeared on Draco's face.
"That's appalling Blaise!" Draco cried as he came to his senses, and rushed out of the room before his best friend could make any more insinuations. "You, cut the lights! You start the music! Crabbe! Goyle! Open the doors!" Everyone was looking at him oddly for his sudden outburst. "Now people!" he called as they rushed to do their jobs in fear of evoking their prince's temper.
"Someone's in a bad mood." Blaise said after catching up to him.
"Not now Blaise. By the way, you're not off the hook for your little suggestion back there."
"Sorry mate, I did what was necessary to get Pansy away from you. Although I must agree with her on one thing, you are looking quite delectable in those robes." He said almost drooling.
"Come off it Blaise!"
"Alright, alright. Let's just enjoy the festivities, shall we. So, are you looking to meet up with anybody… interesting tonight?"
"Not yet, but I'm hoping to meet someone."
"Might I inquire as to whom you are referring?"
"I'll let you know when I find her. I think I'll go mingle with our guests. Meet you back here in ten minutes?"
"As you wish my liege." He replied mockingly.
The doors had only been open for about fifteen minutes, and already the dance floor was packed, with more people coming down the stairs.
"Any luck?" Blaise asked.
"Not yet. They're all the same slags I see everyday. I want to meet someone different. Someone…" he drifted off as he saw a goddess walking down the stairs unaccompanied.
"Someone what?" Blaise inquired.
"Someone…like her." He motioned to the stairs. "Do you know who she is Blaise?"
"No, I can't say that I do." Blaise replied watching the amused look on his friend's face.
"Well, in that case, I think I'll go and introduce myself." Draco said as he grabbed a couple of drinks and began to walk off in her direction.
"You don't waste any time, now do you?"
"Of course not Blaise. What kind of question was that?" Blaise rolled his eyes as Draco made his way over to meet his mystery girl.
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"Look at this line Colin. How are we supposed to get in? Merlin knows who they have standing at the doors. We should just go back to Griffindor tower. "
"You're not getting out of this that easily. Just follow my lead Gin." He grabbed her hand, and headed towards the front of the line. "Good evening gentlemen. How are we today?" Colin said to Crabbe and Goyle. "I'd be extremely grateful if you would allow my friend and I to go in."
They looked at each other, and replied in unison, "Go ahead."
After they had entered, Ginny finally asked, "How did you do that?"
"It's amazing how far a few favors will get you." Colin replied with a smirk on his face.
"Ugh, mental image! Colin that was one of those things that I'd appreciate that you kept to yourself. Are you sure you're supposed to be in Griffindor?"
"Yes, and speaking of Griffindor, muster up some of that courage and go downstairs without me. I see a friend over there that I must say hello to." With that, he walked away.
"But Colin…" 'Wonderful. He drags me to a party in the dungeons, and then ditches me the second we get in.' She thought as she headed to the dance floor.
"Excuse me, would you like a drink?" Startled, she looked up to meet the penetrating eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Not knowing what to say, she shyly replied, "Um…sure." She said as he handed her a cup, her eyes never leaving his.
"I don't think we've met, I'm Draco Malfoy. He said, grabbing her hand and placing a chaste kiss on the back of her palm, making her blush.
"No, I'm afraid we haven't...Actually I'm new here."
"Really? Exactly how did a new student such as yourself happen to stumble upon our doorstep then?
" I came with a friend of mine who goes here, that is until he ditched me."
"What man in his right mind would want to get rid of you?" He asked making her blush yet again.
"Well, it might have something to do with the fact that he's gay."
"What a coincidence. My best friend, Blaise Zabini is gay...Well sort of, he kind of floats both ways. Do you know him?"
"Only by reputation." She stated.
"I hope it was all good." He inquired.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She replied with a smirk worthy of any Slytherin.
"You haven't been sorted into Slytherin by any chance have you? With your guarded expressions and mischievous demeanor you would fit in perfectly."
Taking a sip of her drink, which happened to be firewhiskey, she said, "No, it was Griffindor actually."
Raising one eyebrow he replied, "Well, how brave of you to walk willingly into the snake pit. You must be scared that one of these conniving serpents might try to take advantage of you my lovely lioness."
"I'll let you know how I feel when I meet one." She retorted.
"Ouch, you wound me." He said clutching a hand to his chest. "Would you like to dance?" he asked while flashing a smile.
"I'd love to." She said as they made their way to the middle of the floor.
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"Colin, I'm so glad that you could join us." Blaise said.
"Well, I was more than happy to oblige to your gracious request." Colin replied.
"Col, if you don't mid me asking, who was that goddess I spotted you walking in with?"
"Why are you asking? I thought Pansy only enjoyed the company of other male partners?"
"She does. I'm actually asking for a friend. So who is she?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Humor me Colin. I'd like to know who she is, since she seems to be extremely attached to my best friend at the moment." He said pointing to the center of the floor.
"Merlin! Any closer, and he'd be wearing her!" Colin exclaimed in shock. "I knew she would want to catch up with her Adonis. About time she had a little fun." He stated under his breath. "Well Blaise, it seems that your best friend is currently hanging all over my best friend, and vice versa."
"That's Ginevra Weasley?" Blaise said in disbelief.
"Yes, that's Ginny. Its amazing what a little magic can do huh?"
"Nice work Creevey. I approve. Now there's a girl who can keep Draco on his toes."
"You'd better believe it." Said Colin.
"This should be interesting, very interesting." Blaise crooned.
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'He's not a bad dancer.' Ginny thought. 'And he smells really good. Like clean sheets and cinnamon. Merlin, when did we get this close? He really has changed, and I must admit, quidditch has done him good…Ginevra Molly Weasley! Get a hold of yourself! He's Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake… although he has been quite sweet to me tonight.'
While she was wrapped up in her thoughts, her Adonis had a few thoughts of his own. 'This girl is amazing, but she seems oddly familiar. I feel like I know her…'
"Do you want to take a break?" she asked, pulling him out of his reverie. He nodded, as he led her off of the floor.
"You know, you seem to know many things about me, yet you haven't even given me your name." He said while handing her another drink.
"Are you sure you just haven't forgotten it? Most people tend to." She said looking down at her feet.
"I doubt that I could forget the name of a beauty as yourself. A goddess if you will. Because I assure you, had I known your name I would be sure not to forget it."
She blushed again, making her freckles more visible, as she said, "I'll be the judge of that." And with that, she finished her drink. "Are you coming?" She asked holding out her hand.
"Of course." He said following closely behind her. They continued dancing for what seemed to be forever, when Ginny lost her balance and fell into Draco's arms. 'I think I drank to much.' She thought to herself.
Then he whispered into her ear, "Are you alright?" She nodded, even though she felt like passing out. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?" he asked. She blushed and shook her head, then whispered back, "Can we go some place quiet? This music is giving me a headache." Before she could move her hands to her temples, he took them in his own, and led her through the crowd to his room. Little did they know that two sets of eyes were watching merrily.
As they entered the his room, Ginny gasped and said, "Merlin, is this your room? It's huge! I could fit three of my dormitories in here."
"Well, being a Malfoy does have its perks." He said casually.
"How could I forget, the Malfoy name is infamous." She said sarcastically. He laughed, with a genuine smile on his face that made his eyes light up for a moment. She looked almost shocked, never having seen actual emotions on his face before. 'He's being so sincere .Why couldn't he be the same prat I talked to on the train? I can't keep up this charade. Damn my conscience!' she thought cursing herself mentally. "Look Draco, I have something to confess. The truth is, I'm not new, you've know me for the past six years."
"What are you on about you crazy bint? I've never met you before in my life." He said sounding a little confused yet his voice held mirth.
"Yes you have." She replied as she pulled out her wand and mumbled an incantation he couldn't quite hear. Her tan slowly faded, revealing her fine porcelain skin, dramatically bringing out the dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks; and her hair went from brown to her famous crimson curls that fell to the middle of her back. "It was just a glamour."
He looked at her in both shock and awe, before he said, "You know, I should be extremely upset. There are so many things I could do with you right now," he said slowly moving closer to her. "But surprisingly enough, all I can think of doing is this." Then before she could respond, his lips crashed down on hers.
...For those of you who don't wish for details, please proceed to the end of this passage...
Ginevra could feel her temperature rise, so much that it made her blood boil. With every touch, every kiss, even the slightest movement set her senses on fire.
His lips did not satisfy the hunger he felt for her, his need to be near her. His hand swept over every inch of her, from bundled up in her soft curls, sweeping over her shoulders, down her back, onto her hips. He constantly searched for a spot on her body that he had yet to touch. As his roaming hands swept over her chest, in one swift motion, he unfastened her brooch. The once conforming sheet, falling to the ground. But he was not the only one fueled by lust, as Ginny ran her hands through his once perfect hair. Trying to get as close to him as possible.
As they finally broke their kiss, they were both panting, their eyes as hungry as ever. Stepping out of his grasp, Ginny moved towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her. With her back still to him, she seductively unzipped her dress, until it became a puddle of emerald silk at her feet; leaving her clad in her knickers. Then with the grace and cunning of a fox, she climbed on his king-sized bed and motioned for the serpent to join her.
He gladly complied. "As you wish my lady." 'But first…' he thought as he stopped at the end of the bed. With a wave of his wand, candles surrounded them, and a sheer silk curtain fell from the canopy above her.
All she could see were the soft lights about her, and a tall dark figure at the foot of the bed. After disposing of his robe, he ascended upon the bed, slowly trailing soft kisses up her body, determined to kiss every freckle on her porcelain skin. Each kiss sending shivers up her spine. Slowly he came to rest a small patch of freckles in the nape of her neck. She gasped as his lips grazed the sensitive skin, as she did she arched her back grinding her hips into his. This caused him to give her a throaty growl before whispering in her ear, "Patience is a virtue my dear."
She pushed him onto his back and pinned his arms above his head. "Well, I guess I'm not very virtuous then am I?" she retorted, smirking evilly.
He growled again before replying, "Come here you little vixen." He said before she claimed his mouth again.
They both knew deep down that there would be consequences for their actions, but all thought was lost in their night of passion. As Draco regained the upper hand he flipped her onto her back once again. As they tumbled in the silk sheets, discarding their remaining clothing, Draco broke their kiss once again to truly see the beauty that lay before him. She blushed as his eyes traveled up and down her body. He couldn't control himself any longer, her had to have her. Seeing the look in his eyes, all Ginny could do was nod.
"Are you sure?" he asked, hoping that she wasn't regretting this.
"If I wasn't sure, you never would have made it this far."
"Alright. This is going to hurt." She nodded, and with that sign of approval, he thrust himself into her. She softly cried out as she dug her nails into his back. He moved slowly; she met his thrusts and they moved rhythmically. Her cries of pain became moans of ecstasy. As she quickened their pace he met her effortlessly. They both climaxed simultaneously, neither of them ever feeling so alive, so complete. They collapsed together, a mass of sweaty, exhausted limbs. There they stayed, passing out in each other's arms.
...Continuing…...
...Flashback...
She awoke in a daze. Her vision was blurred by swirls of silver, black, and green. 'Where am I? What in the hell did I do last night?' The only thing that came to mind, was her splitting headache and an unbearable pain between her legs.
"Good morning Ginevra."
'I know that voice…' she thought as she looked over her shoulder. "Bloody hell!"
A/N: So, how did I do guys? I felt it had a certain appeal to it (yet it seems like it's missing something), but I'm the "author" so technically that doesn't count. So, why don't you guys review so I can find out for sure.