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Groping

The simple touch of a person defys all reason and hits straight to the heart.

Charms was more interesting than Ginny had expected it to be. Flitwick was actually making sense for once and talking about silencing charms like they were the most interesting thing in the entire wizarding world. Ginny watched amazed and wondered why shed never listened to the professor speak before.

She was seated between Seamus Finnegan and Susan Bones who were talking to each other as if she wasn't there. She was grateful though as it allowed her to stroke Mask through her shirt and listen to the Charms professor talk.

The class was over before it was expected and almost every one had left from double potions she shook her head and came too. She rose slowly from her seat, holding Mask up with one arm. With a small sigh that she was back to reality, the short red head gathered her books and slid them into her bag. She swung the heavy thing over across her back and instantly slipped.

She braced her self for the fall, clumsiness a frequent trait in the Weasley department. She was shocked to feel strong and gentle hands catch her and steady her, careful of Masks feathers as if they knew he was there. The hands remained on her perhaps a little longer than was necessary but finally they released her.

She turned around slowly, still unsure on her feet and saw Draco's smirk. "Watch it will you Weaslette? I was trying to walk here."

Ginny frowned, his tone mismatched with the look in his eye that was quickly erased. Ginny realised that Blaise Zabini was behind him and opened her mouth again. "I'm so sorry Malfoy, I didn't realise that you were in such a rush to be alone with your boyfriend." She hissed, stepping away from him.

Blaise snorted. "Is that the best you can come up with Shorty?" He asked, causing Draco to cover up the laughter in his eyes at seeing the little Weasley fight back.

For some reason Ginny took that as encouragement. "I know the girls like Pansy aren't much to look at, but can you really stoop so low?" She smirked.

Draco really had to force down a grin at that one, that was his smirk. "Hmmm, perhaps that's jealousy I hear in your voice little Weasel, don't worry, I wouldn't dream of taking Blaise from you."

Ginny flushed. "Yeah right, I think I'd rather deflower a troll." She muttered.

"Oi, hello. Do you mind using someone other than me for your insults? I'm already outcasted in your conversation." Blaise told them looking vaguely insulted. "I'm off to eat, I'll meet you in the Great Hall later ok?"

Draco waved him on with the smirk Ginny had stolen mere moments before. When he was gone Ginnys face softened slightly. "Thank you for catching me." She conceded.

Draco grunted and picked his own bag up from the floor. "Just don't mention to any one I felt you up?" He inquired as she fell into step beside him.

She raised an eyebrow. "But you didn-" She yelped as his hand clutched her backside playfully.

"Especially not my sister." He grinned before stalking off.

Ginny wiggled her hips a little to shake out the numbness' Dracos touch had caused and scowled. She would get him back for that.

The noises of the Great Hall made Draco groan inwardly. He had nothing against crowds personally but the more eyes watching him; the more he had to watch what he said. He couldn't comment to Blaise how nice Ginnys ass looked as she waltzed in after him just for the fact that Blaise, while a good friend, was a Slytherin, were as Ginny was a Gryff.

He sighed and took his seat beside the amazingly fit black man who was just in his thoughts and took a small apple pie from the pile before him. "Who won?" Blaise asked, throwing a hand towards Ginny.

Draco snorted. "Who do you think?" He questioned.

"You didn't lose to her did you?" Blaise asked.

"Shut it..." The blonde warned playfully. "I won't hesitate to hex your ass in place of your face." ( A/N: No, not the face! Anything but the face. turns and looks Blaise over unabashed not the family jewels either you egomaniac. glares at Draco dangerously)

"Oh I'm so scared Malfoy, then I might end up looking like you." Blaise countered, looking terrified.

Draco punched his arm. "That cut me deep, real deep Zabini." He lied.

Blaise returned his look to Ginny and Draco was satisfied to see lust in his cool dark gaze. "Hmmm..." He commented.

"Dray!" Meara's playfully cheerful voice called. Ginny turned with a smile on her face to see the girl run to her brother with a huge hug, then returned to her conversation with Loony.

Draco smiled at his baby sister. "How was your first class?" He asked.

Meara shrugged. "It was alright I suppose." She said, flipping into the seat beside him. "It was honestly boring. I can't wait for Flying lessons though."

Draco grinned. He'd trained his sister on the broom since she could walk. No way was she going to loose to anyone.

"Can I go say hello to Ginny?" The little blonde beside him asked around a mouth full of cookie.

"I suppose." He said, unable to deny her anything. She had him wrapped around his little finger and they both knew it.

She smiled at his beautiful features and ran off to greet the slim girl. Draco let his eyes run over the Weaslettes' form. She was compact and if her ass was any indication, so were her muscles though they were certainly there. Her hair was shorter than he remembered it, landing neatly on her shoulders as the flames danced. She smiled upon seeing Meara and Draco had to think of Snape naked to get some room in his pants.

He gulped and looked away, only to find Blaise's unnerving look upon him. "What?" He snapped.

"You are ogling Draco." He said, sounding shocked.

Draco snorted, though he was fairly surprised himself. "I was thinking of something." He shot off.

"Keep the details to yourself." Blaise begged, holding his hands up. "A Weasel and a Ferret all in one bed."

When Draco thought about the fact that Blaise had peeled his ass out of trouble more times than he could count he loosened the grip on his friends collar a little. "I hate that name." He hissed, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Draco man, chill." Blaise advised. "No harm meant."

Draco released the material after searching the dark eyes across from him. "I hate it." He repeated, and turned his gaze to other things. "Don't say it again."

Blaise ran a hand through his hair, since when had Draco been that testy?

Ginny smiled. "Hello again Butterfly, how can I help you?"

Meara smiled. "Where did Butterfly come from?" She asked with a quiet giggle.

Ginny shrugged and glanced over to the Slytherin table to see how Draco was taking his sisters obvious like to her. He was talking to Blaise. "I like nicknames."

"So does Draco, he always calls me funny names."

Ginny again glanced at Draco. He called her names, but they weren't so funny. "Like what?" She asked, attempting to distract herself.

"Hmm, well he calls me Sunshine when I'm sneaking out to pat my kitten and Squirt and Kitten and Daydream and Boot camp and-"

"Boot camp?" Ginny asked with surprise.

Meara allowed a faint blush to colour her cheeks. "That was when he was teaching me how to fly." She smiled. "He told me to come down but I wouldn't."

Ginny chuckled. "Boot camp indeed." She said, shaking her head.

"Hmmm, I think I should go now." Meara said, shooting a glance to her own table.

Ginny looked and saw the grip Draco had on Blaise. "Ok I'll see ya later then Taffy."

Meara glared without malice and hurried over to her big brother before the git beat the living shit out of his best friend.

The gryff girl watched her go feeling elated that Draco could behave human. She looked around at her own table and caught Harry and Ron watching her with a strange look. She hugged Mask closer to her chest. How was she going to explain to them the friendship she shared with the small Malfoy. That they were friends after only one meeting. They wouldn't understand.

She sighed and looked at Draco, who had released the boy of his own will and turned instead to Meara.

Merlin he was hot. How hadn't she noticed before? The way his eyes sparkled with ice and the way his hair fell into his eyes, causing him to push it back subconsciously. His thin white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and tight enough for Ginny to see every movement of his Quidditch trained muscles. He shifted, stretching out until his feet rested on the chair across from him he felt Ginnys eyes and looked up.

She immediately blushed and looked down, missing his trademark smirk as he saw.

Merlin, what the hell was this? She thought, snapping out of her thoughts. What kind of slut was she? Fantasizing about Draco when she was in love with Harry. She was suddenly disgusted in herself and turned away all thoughts except eating. She could deal with these thoughts later, right now, she had to think only of Mask, not marrying Harry Potter, or snogging Draco by the lake.

She had enough troubles as it was.