Thanks for all the reviews you sent me! In response to fanfare: Draco is trying to pull Ginny into a section of the train, and I call that a compartment, each of which has a door to the outside. He basically just wanted to get her to a private area. Also, Ginny isn't doing much, she's watching to see what Ron is doing. And Draco goes to the prefects/head students meeting of course. No this is not a oneshot. Just clearing that up. Your reviews urged me to write the next chapter faster! Here it is!
Chapter Two
Ginny's eyes opened wide as Draco's hand traveled to her ass, giving it a small squeeze, as he kissed her. "What the hell are you doing!" Ginny asked, pushing Draco away from her, her temper flaring. Draco looked at her with unreadable eyes. "First, you ambush me on the platform, then you kiss me and grab my ass. Not to mention all the things you did last year. Following me around in the library, trying to push me into dark closets! What is wrong with you?"
While Ginny was talking, Draco had drawn the shades closed and muttered a simple silencing spell at the door to keep outsiders from hearing Ginny's shouts. He settled himself on one of the green seats, stretching his legs, pushing away Ginny's magazine. "Don't you know?" he asked calmly.
"No, I don't," shouted Ginny. "Would you be so kind as to inform me?"
"I'm afraid I cannot do that," said Draco, smirking. "Slytherins aren't known for their kindness." He interlocked his fingers and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and reclining into the cushions. "Perhaps if you do me a favor, I could tell you." He sat up once more. "Better yet, let's strike a deal."
Ginny looked at him warily. "What kind of deal?"
"The kind where I do something for you and in return you do something for me, additionally, I will tell you why I kissed you," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I know what a deal is," Ginny hissed, her face going red. Forcing herself to calm down, she said, "I meant, what do you want me to do?"
"So you're agreeing to the deal, then?" Draco asked, smiling and conjuring a piece of parchment. He saw Ginny looking questioningly at the paper. "This is just a standard contract. It says that if you hold up your side of the deal, then I will hold up mine. It says that if you don't hold up your side of the deal, then I can do anything I want with you for a week." Draco glanced over the parchment. "Oh, it also says that we each have a week to uphold our side of the agreement." He jabbed his finger at the paper. "Just sign here."
"I'm not signing 'till you tell me what I have to do," said Ginny, crossing her arms to show that she had made up her mind about that decision. "And I want to know why you want me to be your 'helper'," she said.
"Fair enough," said Draco. "Here, sit down." He patted the cushion next to where he was sitting.
Ginny sat, leaving plenty of room between her and Draco.
"Okay," began Draco. "I want you to keep Pansy away from me. She seems to believe that I am her lover. Which I most definitely am not! I need you to convey to her that I am not interested. To do that," he stressed the word 'that', "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend."
Ginny looked at him stunned. She had always thought that he returned the love that Pansy seemed to have fro Draco, though she did seem a bit clingy. The words 'my girlfriend' revolved around in her head for several moments before she could answer. "Why me?"
"To put it simply, because she hates you. Despises and loathes you with all her heart. She seems to think that you pose a threat to her reputation as the prettiest girl in Hogwarts. If I am seen in public with you, then she will no longer want to," Draco paused, measuring his words, "mingle with a blood traitor, as I would become."
"You're willing to become a blood traitor in order to get Pansy off your back?" Ginny asked.
"If that's what it takes . . . will you do it?" he questioned.
"What will you give me in return?" she asked him.
"Whatever you want."
Whatever she wanted. Ginny wanted a lot of things. She wanted her family not to have to worry about money, but it would be rude to ask for Galleons, and her parent would ask funny questions. Best not to get money. She wanted to be smarter, so she had to study less often, but nobody could give her that. It's impossible.
"I want a reputation," said Ginny finally.
"What kind?" asked Draco. "Why?"
Ginny sighed. If he was going to give her a reputation, then she had to tell him the whole story. "All summer, no, my whole life, I've been treated like a little kid. Ron thinks I'm naive. Harry thinks I'm a studious ten year old. And Hermione doesn't pay much attention to me. They try to protect me from love and boys, and I'm tired of it. I've watched Harry and Ron dating other people, and I've watched Hermione dating other people. But never have they looked at me and said, 'Look, there's Ginny with her latest boyfriend, let's go say hi.' They say, 'Look, there's Ginny with her latest boyfriend, let's go on kiss patrol and make sure they don't touch each other. I'm tired of it. Give me a reputation that will embarrass them all."
"Okay," said Draco. "I'll do it." He picked up his contract again and conjured a quill. "Sign here," he said, pointing to a line on the bottom of the parchment.
Ginny signed, and right after she lifted the quill from the parchment, the parchment burst into flames. She gave a little yelp.
"Okay, this is how we are going to do this," said Draco, nonplused by the fire. "The boyfriend-girlfriend thing can work both ways. Keeps Pansy away, as well as establishes you a reputation. Stand up."
Ginny stood, unsure what Draco was doing.
He looked her up and down, frowning upon her collared shirt, though it was unbuttoned, and baggy jeans. "Hold onto my arm," he said. "We're going shopping."
Ginny held tentatively onto Draco's arm, unsure why she was placing her trust in a guy who she had detested up until fifteen minutes ago.
There was a loud pop and Ginny and Draco disappeared from the Hogwart's Express, reappearing in the sleepy village of Hogsmeade. Draco took off, striding down the lane, obviously expecting Ginny to follow. They entered a boutique, The Golden Shelf, that Ginny had never been in before, it being very expensive.
Draco strode up to the counter asking the man to take Ginny's sizes, and to suit her up with some clothes of disputable values.
"Stand here missy," the man said, motioning to a raised platform. As when Ginny bought robes, the tape measure measured her of its own accord as Draco and the man walked around the shop, occasionally pointing out some item of clothing. The shopkeeper wandered back over to Ginny and dropped a large pile of clothes at her feet. "These should all fit you perfectly," he said. "I'll let you and young Mister Malfoy talk them over." Then he retreated back to the counter where he was standing when they had arrived.
"Try this on first," said Draco, handing Ginny a pair of jeans with holes in the knees.
Ginny walked into the dressing room and put on the jeans. As the shopkeeper said, they fit her perfectly. They were also the lowest cut jeans that Ginny had ever seen in her entire life. And that included looking at Pansy Parkingson. Draco tossed a green shirt over the dressing room door and told her to put it on too. She did and squealed when she saw a large portion of her midriff showing and a fair amount of cleavage.
She walked out of the changing room self-consciously to show Draco what he insisted she put on.
He whistled as he looked her up and down. "We'll take it!" he called to the man at the front. "All of it."
Ginny made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as she saw the number of clothes in the pile. "I can't pay for all of this!" she cried indignantly.
"I can, though," said Malfoy. "And you are going to wear these clothes on Fridays, which are free dress days, we decided that in the prefects and head meeting this morning, and on weekends. That will definitely help you establish a reputation, and you will wear them under your school robes, everyday."
"You can't buy me these!" said Ginny, her voice rising.
"I'm doing it to save my ass, as well as yours," said Draco nonchalantly.
Ginny eyed the pile once more. She saw a number of pairs of jeans, several green tee shirts, and a lot of camisoles. Not to mention a few sweaters, some bras, (for added cleavage, the tag said), and, to Ginny's disbelief, some thongs.
"I have to wear this?" Ginny asked, picking up a thong.
"Yes," said Draco shortly. "Now put the clothes in a bag and hold onto my arm again. I'm going to try and get us back on the Express."
Ginny clutched Draco's arm and felt the familiar squeezing feeling as they traveled to the Hogwart's Express from Hogsmeade. Draco's apparation skills were impeccable, for they landed right in the green compartment. Ginny fell onto Draco's lap.
She looked up to find his eyes staring down at her. "Err, I'm really sorry," she said, blushing, as she removed herself from his lap.
"Not a problem," said Draco smoothly, rearranging his robes to cover up the lump in his pants. "D'you want to start on that reputation right now?" he asked without missing a beat. Without waiting for Ginny to answer, he rummaged through the shopping bag, taking out a yellow camisole, a pink thong, and the pair of blue jeans that Ginny had tried on in the store. "Put these on," he said, holding the clothes out to her, "I promise I won't look."
Ginny turned away, walking to the farthest corner of the compartment as was possible.
"I can put up a sheet, if you'd like me to," drawled Draco.
"Really?" asked Ginny.
"No."
Ginny unfolded the clothes and, since Draco wouldn't do it for her, conjured a sheet, tying it across her corner so Draco couldn't watch her changing. She stripped off her pants and underwear and slipped on the thong, unused to the feeling that something was crawling up her buttcrack. Then she slid on the jeans, which she actually liked quite a bit. They had a hole in the left knee that looked quite natural, and some tears along her upper thigh. It was quite stylish. She then removed her current shirt and replaced it with the yellow cami, adjusting the straps a little so that it wouldn't cut into her armpit.
She vanished the curtain and took a step towards Draco.
"Very good, Weasley. Now for the making of the reputation, and the beginning of the road to being rid of Pansy." Draco lifted the blinds and unsilenced the door. "Kiss me."
Ginny was more than startled by the request, but she obliged. She sat upon his lap facing him, straddling his legs, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently. Draco, unused to gentle kisses, roughened the kiss, pushing his lips hard onto hers. His tongue outlined her lips before prying them open and exploring her mouth.
To Ginny, everything was lost when he kissed her roughly. Coherent speech was entirely out of the question. The feel of his soft lips on hers was very enticing. She felt Draco's hand slide around to her ass, and this time she didn't get angry. In fact, she rather liked the feeling, though she could hardly believe that she was kissing a Malfoy.
Of all people, the one she got involved with was a Malfoy. Malfoy's and Weasley's were sworn enemies; they weren't supposed to be fraternizing! Perhaps that made the conquest all the more exciting. Ginny had to remind herself that it was all business, but she felt that it made her sound like a prostitute, which she definitely didn't want to be. She was just getting back at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Especially Harry, who she'd had a crush on for three years. Still treating her as if she was his younger sister, not a mature, beautiful, sixteen year old girl, who had practically been throwing herself at him.
Ginny gasped, then giggled as she felt something hard poking through Draco's robes. "I didn't know a Weasley could do that to a Malfoy," she whispered, kissing Draco's neck. She felt Draco's cheeks go hot and glanced out the window. "Oooh, Ron's coming, let's keep it up," she said.
"Strictly business," he murmured into her cheek.
Draco initiated the kiss this time, his tongue entering Ginny's mouth with permission, their tongues battling for dominance.
"Bloody hell!" came a familiar voice from behind Ginny.
"Can't you see we're busy here?" asked Draco in his often used drawl. He smiled as he felt Ginny kissing his neck, and he squeezed her ass.
"Ginny! You dirty little . . . get up!" Ron grabbed Ginny's arm and heaved her off Malfoy. "I thought I told you to stay away from her!" he hissed.
Ginny tried to free her arm from Ron's grip, but he had perfected the art of holding onto people in his first year when he so often had to restrain Harry.
"Oh, we just can't keep away from each other," said Draco, smirking, looking at Ginny he said, "She obviously wants to be here. Why don't you just leave us be?"
Ron's face purpled as he dragged Ginny out of the compartment and into the one they had both been sitting in earlier. "You are," he paused. "I don't even know what you are. This is disrespectful. Fraternizing with the enemy." It looked like Ron was doing all he could to keep himself from hitting her. "And it's disgusting. You've got a hickey on your neck, and he's got slobber marks all down his. What were you thinking?" he shouted.
"And you weren't disgusting with Lavender," Ginny said sarcastically.
"That's different," said Ron. Harry and Hermione walked into the room and spotted Ginny standing with one shoulder on the wall in an entirely Malfoy-esque way, and Ron pacing, his face as red as it could possibly get without being on fire.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"She," Ron jabbed his finger at Ginny, "was making out with Malfoy!"
"She was what?" Harry yelped.