Chapter 2 .... There will be fire.
Shortly after this encounter, Draco walked into the Slytherin commonroom with a smirk on his face.
After unbuttoning his robe he trew it over the head of a Slytherin first year sitting in a nearby chair. Flicking an imaginary speck of dust of his silk red shirt Draco then crossed the room to where a group of Slytherins were seated, totally ignoring the startled squeak coming from the first year.
Some of the assembled Slytherins nodded at him as he placed one foot on a chair in their circle and leaned forward, still smirking extravagantly.
"Jeez Dray, wipe the lipstick of your mouth next time will you!" His cousin Blaise smiled knowingly at him, not at all contrite by the event.
"Why; jealous that it will match your colour?"
"Who was she?" Blaise simply ignored her cousin's jest.
"Someone special. I see lots of fun in the future." Draco's smirk only widened some more.
"They're always special aren't they?" Blaise's eyes glittered teasingly. "And you always foresee fun."
"Hmn.... so they always are." Tugging a lock of her hair playfully Draco's gaze turned thoughtful. "But this girl really was special; like she had a fire burning inside of her... and all it needed to set it truly ablaze was some smooth fanning of the flames."
"And I'm guessing you want to be the one to do the fanning." Blaise shook her head, black ringlets dancing around her face.
Draco's hand shot out, grabbing one of the loose strands.
"Purple Blaise?" His smirk was back fully. "You're a bad, bad girl."
"Not half as bad as you." Was all the answer he got as she snatched her hair back. "I didn't get anything much pierced."
Draco's laughter resounded through the commonroom.
"Do you call eighteen holes through your ears nothing baby?"
Playfully, she hit his shoulder. "Before you so rudely changed the topic, you were telling me her name."
Giving her a fond pat on the shoulder, Draco took his foot of the chair and walked towards his room to get ready for that evening.
"When I find out I'll let you know."
Blaise's laughter trailed behind him.
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Lying on her back on her bed Ginny stared up at the ceiling contemplating what to do.
There was a fair chance he did not even know who she was and wouldn't bother her again. After all the school was large enough.... but the students were not of an enormous amount.
The chance they would bump into each other once again soon was too big to ignore.
If they bumped into each other though... would he recognise her?
If he even only saw her would he know?
She could not hide forever... nor did she want to.
Covering her face with her hands she groaned.
She could however, not hide the truth from herself....
She wanted to go to him.
But she couldn't... she simply couldn't.
There were some things she could hide; the piercing in her bellybutton, some of her outfits, the tattoo she had on her lower stomach.
But an affair with Hogwarts greatest bad boy Draco Malfoy...
Such things didn't usually stay hidden for too long.
Unless she played her cards exactly right.
But was this truly worth the risk?
For there was certainly nothing more ungovernable then Draco Malfoy and his gang....
Yet she wanted him.
There was no denying that fact.
But how much was she willing to stake?
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Impatiently Draco drummed his fingers against the same windowsill he had used earlier that day. Where was she?!
He wanted her to walk through that door so he could grab her and kiss her once more. Then he would set her against that wall over there, his hands under her hips, her legs around him and take her.
But first she had to get here and there was no sign as of yet that she would actually show up.
Well, if she didn't show up now he would find her tomorrow, drag her over here, then slake his lust and hers. And if not tomorrow, then the day after or the day after that one.
The heat of his blood made his stance an uncomfortable one, but he did not move; all he amended to himself was the half unbuttoning of his shirt to allow the air to cool of his chest a little.
Just then a soft squeak could be heard from the corridor, just before the door started to open, very slowly.
Unblinking and unmoving Draco stared at the door, then blinked unwontedly as a cloaked and hooded figure slipped through the crack made between wall and door, then silently closed the door.
Leaning against the closed door, the hooded figure's head turned in his direction, obviously searching for him.
It was her.... the realisation sank into him and he slowly started to walk towards her. Her raised hand however, left no doubt of her intentions right then. Smirking to himself he decided to humour her for now. Crossing his arms he stood in the middle of the room, his gaze fixed on the small cloaked figure in front of him.
"We have to talk."
In the semidarkness she could barely see him, yet she knew for certain he had just raised an eyebrow at her.
A hoarse laugh came from him as he took a step forward. "Already?" More laughter followed. "We cannot have relationship problems this soon, ma petite."
"No-"Her voice shook as if she was afraid... or trying to concentrate very hard. "But you need to understand something first."
"Is this the moment where you tell me you are neither interested in me nor attracted to me." The shadowy head shook at her. "I will not believe that, ma petite."
"Oh, I am interested and attracted alright." Her voice sounded resigned. "But this poses a serious problem."
Carefully Draco took a few more steps towards her. "Why is that? You seem perfect for me. You have fire."
Ginny shivered.... she could hear the want in his voice... "You don't know who I am." Her voice sounded flat.
"Nor do I care." Confident she could not see his wolfish grin, Draco didn't take the trouble of keeping the expression from his face. "But why don't you tell me?"
Slowly he edged closer to her, just a little more with each movement, careful not to alarm her. He now stood so close that her soft answering sigh rippled over his skin, soft like velvet, arousing him even further.
"Tell me your name."
"Ginny Weasley."
Never faltering he closed the distance remaining between them and raised his hands to grasp the hood of her cloak, setting it back, revealing her face set in shadow, her eyes glittering like diamonds in it's midst.
"I don't care." Was all he said before he set his lips to hers once more.
Relief swept over her like a tidalwave, a feeling she would rather not define right that moment.
His hands had fallen to her shoulders and were now gliding towards her neck, undoing the clasp of her cloak. The cloak fell to the ground, the material softly shushing between them, before pooling around their feet.
His hands settled around her throat and he could feel her heartbeat there, softly drumming against his fingertips with a slightly heightened tattoo, each exhilarating 'thump' telling him of her feelings.
Lost in the sweeping heat of her own desire Ginny tried very hard to regain some semblance of self-control. Pressing her palm into his chest she gave him a small shove and as he stumbled back she slipped around the door once more.
In the middle of the room stood Draco, staring at the door as he heard her muffled footfalls fade in the corridor beyond.
Shaking his head he grinned; Oh yes, this girl would provide him fair sport, her character being a definite challenge to him.
Crossing to the door he picked up the cloak she'd left behind, brought it up to his face and took in the lingering scent of her.... Ginny.
A satisfied smirk curled his lips.
Yes, she would be his.
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End of chapter 2.
First of all there will be a slight change in my mentioning people. I will name all the people I wish to thank in one row and will only answer now and future question. This is not because I don't wish to thank everyone separately, but because it is becoming too much work. Right now it takes me two days to actually write back to all the reviewers of the Deal with the Devil alone... ;)
I want to thank the following people:
Moogle, bigreader, grr, happigolucki616, Jessie, Felicity, tiff, Stitsies, Selina Kyle, Chibi Draconis, Rose-of-Red, ForbidenMaggiks, Rosaly and Kiki.
A big cheer for all of you :D
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Shortly after this encounter, Draco walked into the Slytherin commonroom with a smirk on his face.
After unbuttoning his robe he trew it over the head of a Slytherin first year sitting in a nearby chair. Flicking an imaginary speck of dust of his silk red shirt Draco then crossed the room to where a group of Slytherins were seated, totally ignoring the startled squeak coming from the first year.
Some of the assembled Slytherins nodded at him as he placed one foot on a chair in their circle and leaned forward, still smirking extravagantly.
"Jeez Dray, wipe the lipstick of your mouth next time will you!" His cousin Blaise smiled knowingly at him, not at all contrite by the event.
"Why; jealous that it will match your colour?"
"Who was she?" Blaise simply ignored her cousin's jest.
"Someone special. I see lots of fun in the future." Draco's smirk only widened some more.
"They're always special aren't they?" Blaise's eyes glittered teasingly. "And you always foresee fun."
"Hmn.... so they always are." Tugging a lock of her hair playfully Draco's gaze turned thoughtful. "But this girl really was special; like she had a fire burning inside of her... and all it needed to set it truly ablaze was some smooth fanning of the flames."
"And I'm guessing you want to be the one to do the fanning." Blaise shook her head, black ringlets dancing around her face.
Draco's hand shot out, grabbing one of the loose strands.
"Purple Blaise?" His smirk was back fully. "You're a bad, bad girl."
"Not half as bad as you." Was all the answer he got as she snatched her hair back. "I didn't get anything much pierced."
Draco's laughter resounded through the commonroom.
"Do you call eighteen holes through your ears nothing baby?"
Playfully, she hit his shoulder. "Before you so rudely changed the topic, you were telling me her name."
Giving her a fond pat on the shoulder, Draco took his foot of the chair and walked towards his room to get ready for that evening.
"When I find out I'll let you know."
Blaise's laughter trailed behind him.
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Lying on her back on her bed Ginny stared up at the ceiling contemplating what to do.
There was a fair chance he did not even know who she was and wouldn't bother her again. After all the school was large enough.... but the students were not of an enormous amount.
The chance they would bump into each other once again soon was too big to ignore.
If they bumped into each other though... would he recognise her?
If he even only saw her would he know?
She could not hide forever... nor did she want to.
Covering her face with her hands she groaned.
She could however, not hide the truth from herself....
She wanted to go to him.
But she couldn't... she simply couldn't.
There were some things she could hide; the piercing in her bellybutton, some of her outfits, the tattoo she had on her lower stomach.
But an affair with Hogwarts greatest bad boy Draco Malfoy...
Such things didn't usually stay hidden for too long.
Unless she played her cards exactly right.
But was this truly worth the risk?
For there was certainly nothing more ungovernable then Draco Malfoy and his gang....
Yet she wanted him.
There was no denying that fact.
But how much was she willing to stake?
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Impatiently Draco drummed his fingers against the same windowsill he had used earlier that day. Where was she?!
He wanted her to walk through that door so he could grab her and kiss her once more. Then he would set her against that wall over there, his hands under her hips, her legs around him and take her.
But first she had to get here and there was no sign as of yet that she would actually show up.
Well, if she didn't show up now he would find her tomorrow, drag her over here, then slake his lust and hers. And if not tomorrow, then the day after or the day after that one.
The heat of his blood made his stance an uncomfortable one, but he did not move; all he amended to himself was the half unbuttoning of his shirt to allow the air to cool of his chest a little.
Just then a soft squeak could be heard from the corridor, just before the door started to open, very slowly.
Unblinking and unmoving Draco stared at the door, then blinked unwontedly as a cloaked and hooded figure slipped through the crack made between wall and door, then silently closed the door.
Leaning against the closed door, the hooded figure's head turned in his direction, obviously searching for him.
It was her.... the realisation sank into him and he slowly started to walk towards her. Her raised hand however, left no doubt of her intentions right then. Smirking to himself he decided to humour her for now. Crossing his arms he stood in the middle of the room, his gaze fixed on the small cloaked figure in front of him.
"We have to talk."
In the semidarkness she could barely see him, yet she knew for certain he had just raised an eyebrow at her.
A hoarse laugh came from him as he took a step forward. "Already?" More laughter followed. "We cannot have relationship problems this soon, ma petite."
"No-"Her voice shook as if she was afraid... or trying to concentrate very hard. "But you need to understand something first."
"Is this the moment where you tell me you are neither interested in me nor attracted to me." The shadowy head shook at her. "I will not believe that, ma petite."
"Oh, I am interested and attracted alright." Her voice sounded resigned. "But this poses a serious problem."
Carefully Draco took a few more steps towards her. "Why is that? You seem perfect for me. You have fire."
Ginny shivered.... she could hear the want in his voice... "You don't know who I am." Her voice sounded flat.
"Nor do I care." Confident she could not see his wolfish grin, Draco didn't take the trouble of keeping the expression from his face. "But why don't you tell me?"
Slowly he edged closer to her, just a little more with each movement, careful not to alarm her. He now stood so close that her soft answering sigh rippled over his skin, soft like velvet, arousing him even further.
"Tell me your name."
"Ginny Weasley."
Never faltering he closed the distance remaining between them and raised his hands to grasp the hood of her cloak, setting it back, revealing her face set in shadow, her eyes glittering like diamonds in it's midst.
"I don't care." Was all he said before he set his lips to hers once more.
Relief swept over her like a tidalwave, a feeling she would rather not define right that moment.
His hands had fallen to her shoulders and were now gliding towards her neck, undoing the clasp of her cloak. The cloak fell to the ground, the material softly shushing between them, before pooling around their feet.
His hands settled around her throat and he could feel her heartbeat there, softly drumming against his fingertips with a slightly heightened tattoo, each exhilarating 'thump' telling him of her feelings.
Lost in the sweeping heat of her own desire Ginny tried very hard to regain some semblance of self-control. Pressing her palm into his chest she gave him a small shove and as he stumbled back she slipped around the door once more.
In the middle of the room stood Draco, staring at the door as he heard her muffled footfalls fade in the corridor beyond.
Shaking his head he grinned; Oh yes, this girl would provide him fair sport, her character being a definite challenge to him.
Crossing to the door he picked up the cloak she'd left behind, brought it up to his face and took in the lingering scent of her.... Ginny.
A satisfied smirk curled his lips.
Yes, she would be his.
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End of chapter 2.
First of all there will be a slight change in my mentioning people. I will name all the people I wish to thank in one row and will only answer now and future question. This is not because I don't wish to thank everyone separately, but because it is becoming too much work. Right now it takes me two days to actually write back to all the reviewers of the Deal with the Devil alone... ;)
I want to thank the following people:
Moogle, bigreader, grr, happigolucki616, Jessie, Felicity, tiff, Stitsies, Selina Kyle, Chibi Draconis, Rose-of-Red, ForbidenMaggiks, Rosaly and Kiki.
A big cheer for all of you :D
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Water runs to the sea,
Through a river, stream or brook.
Reviews come to me,
As an answer to the work writing this took.
Please Review!
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