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A/N: OMG! -CRIES!- I've missed you all! deleted my account and...and then my computer died on me, killing my stories. And I was so sad because I got all your reviews and...and -cries-I'm just so over joyed you guys. In case your wondering whatshe's blabbering about, it's me, DraconisKisss, i just created this new account. -cries and runs around- I love you all, read on!
Draco sat in the small alcove by the window in his room. The sun had long since set and the moon was bright in the sky. A single silver tear drop slid down his face, glinting madly. It had been a year ago since he had lost the only person he'd ever loved.
All he knew, was that she had graduated Hogwarts. He didn't know what job she'd taken. He didn't know anything. She'd stop writing the first month of her seventh year. Only informing him, she was the last Weasley of the Molly and Author generation before Bill's son would take up the generation.
He glanced out at the sloping lawn leading into the forest. From a distance, his could see the yellow lights of the faeries dancing under the full moon. More silver tears escaped him. He leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes trying to stop the on slaughter of tears.
"Are you paying attention?" Draco snapped at the red-head girl who seemed to be dozing off.
"What?" She asked lazily, tilting her head back to look him in the eye.
"Damn it Weasley there are better thing I can be doing here than tutoring you. So you either pay attention or fail Monday's potion exam!" He growled.
She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Lighten up, it's Friday."
Draco glared at her. "I know what today is. Now, I'd like if you pay attention."
"How about this," She started, turning her full attention to him. "You, let us go early. And in turn, I take you to the best party you've ever been to. And we'll resume lessons tomorrow at 12."
"No."
"Come on." She persisted. "This party, is the best you'll ever go to. In fact, I'm sure you'll love it so much, you'll want to go to more of them." Draco looked at her, there was something glimmering evilin her usually warm brown eyes. "I'll make you a deal. You come, and you enjoy yourself. You tutor me 6 days a week, around my schedule. And free admission to all the parties for this year. If you hate it, No more tutoring. Ever."
Draco weighed both options. Coming to the conclusion that no Gryffindor party would be fun. He nodded. "Alright. I'll go to your little party." Her eyes lit up with excitement.
"And tomorrow, we'll finish this lesson?" She asked hopefully.
"Fine." She squealed with delight.
"Thank you Malfoy. Thank you! You won't regret it! I'll come get you at 11:30 tonight. Be dressed." She gathered up her things and fled out the room. Draco sighed and waved his wand over the caldron, vanishing all the contents.
Eleven-thirty had come and gone and it was now Twelve-thirty. He had long since given up faith of the Weasley girl coming to get him. She didn't even know where his room was. He rolled his eyes and climbed under his goose-feathered blankets. He had just gotten comfortable when their was a loud bang at the door and it fell over.
"Oops." Someone muttered.
Draco sat up and looked to where his was door but saw the light from the hall outside of the portrait.
"Who's there?" He grabbed his wand from under his pillow. Suddenly someone jumped on him was sitting on his stomach.
"Wake up Malfoy!" Screamed Ginny. She smiled at him toothily. "Are you ready?"
"Ready? Are you bloody insane?"
"No." She giggled. "I'm sorry. I meant to say twelve. Everyone's starting to get there. So, come on." She climbed off of him and sat on the edge of his bed. "The theme is underwear."
"Theme?" He asked. What kind of party had themes?
"Yea, you have to go in just trousers and then put them in a box. They'll be safe." She idly played with his blankets, tracing random patterns.
Thinking back on the deal, he remembered if he didn't have fun, he wouldn't have to deal with her for the rest of the year. He got out of bed and went into his closet grabbing a pair of black pants, he slid into them and turned to catch Ginny undressing him with her eyes. A smug smirk flittered across his face as he cleared his throat. "I'm ready."
She looked up into his eyes, a smirk of her own gracing her lips. "Ok." She stood taking one final unabashed look at his body and grabbed his hand pulling him threw his fallen door.
"You do know that you broke my door." He commented, feeling a little uncomfortable with her holding his hand. She waved her hand and with a slam, the door was fixed. She pulled him, attempting to make him walk faster. "Wandless magic. You do know that's illegal."
"And so is that Ancient Dark Magic book on your shelf." She retorted, stopping in front of a tapestry of Salazar Slytherin. "S.E.X." She said. The tapestry glowed green, before turning red. Then it went back to normal. She made to move but was stopped as Draco remained firmly in place. "What?"
"Where are you taking me?" He demand.
"To the party." She said simply, trying to move again, but was stopped.
"For all I know, you can be a Deatheater trying to force me into initiation." She smirked amusedly.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to trust me." She stepped back into the tapestry roughly pulling Draco with her.
"Ahem" She coughed, scratching her head lightly. Draco peeked one eye open, realizing, that he was safe. That she wasn't a Deatheater. He growled as she giggled and he snatched his hand away from her. "Welcome to the party." She walked ahead of him, and for the first time. Draco realized that she was wearing nothing but a black lace bra and black lace panties. Over it she had on a see through net dress.
Draco inhaled sharply. When did the littlest Weasley turn into a woman? The net dressed curved in all the right places. Her red-hair was swept into a sloppy bun, wisps of hair falling all over her face and neck. 'What's the point of having it up if it's only going to fall out?' He wondered, watching as another strand escaped from her bun. Her hips sway provocatively, the way a woman's would. He felt his pants tighten and his eyes surveyed her form from behind. If she looked like this from behind, then she had to have looked better in the front.
With a sudden burst of energy he began to stride quickly to fall in pace with her. She glanced at him and smirked. Her brown eyes held nothing but seduction. He raised an eyebrow and looked away as a dark purple light escaped from behind a curtain.
She grinned reached the curtain before him. She slowly pulled aside the curtain. As soon as she did that, loud blaring music greeted his ears. The room was twice the size of the Great Hall and it was filled with a cluster of bodies on a make-shift dance floor. Draco's eyes swept over the dance floor and he quickly realized everyone was wearing white underwear, and the purple light made them pretty much see through. Ginny grinned. "Welcome to the party Malfoy."
He looked at her suspiciously before walking into the room. As he walked in, the music stopped, and every one turned to look at him. He stopped and turned to look at Ginny with worry written in his eyes. "Ladies and Gentlemen." She yelled across the room. "We have a new member, please, every one. Show your love and appreciation to the Slytherin Sex God." The room exploded with applause and hoots. "Now, who'd like to by our God a drink?" Everyone rushed towards them. Draco looked over at Ginny. She winked at him and blew him a kiss. 'Have fun.' She mouthed, and was gone as half-naked girls came running to him, ushering him to the bar.
Draco woke up at the sudden loss of warmth from on his left. He groaned and opened his eyes, seeing a blurry ebony-haired girl walk to his bathroom. His eyes focused just as the door closed. His attention was drawn down to his chest were another ebony-haired girl lay, fast asleep.
Draco shifted his position to see her face and his breath caught in his throat. It was the Danielle Lepic. Could the other girl in the bathroom be her sister? The door opened and his question was answer. In all her naked glory was Paris Lepic. Draco smirked, last night, had indeed been a good night. Paris got back under the blanket with Draco, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"Bonjour." She whispered.
"Bonjour." He replied smugly.
" 'Ow bout we zhrow Dani aside and repeat last night festivités?" She whispered gently pushing her sister aside.
Draco chuckled. "Et si elle se réveille ?" ("And if she wakes up?")
Paris rolled her eyes and climbed on top of Draco. "Alors elle nous joindra, juste comme la nuit passée." ("Then she'll just join us, like last night.") Draco laughter was soon cut off by Paris' demanding kiss.
Draco strode into the potions class room, a smirk on his face and an extra pep in his step.
"You're late." He looked at the grinning red and the amused ebony haired girl that sat next to her.
"I know. Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Shane." She smirked and propped her legs up on the table.
He quirked his eyebrow at the both of them. Something was a little odd about the two of them. But he shrugged it off. "What are you here for?"
She cocked her head to the side and looked at Ginny, "What am I here for?"
Ginny looked at her seductively, licking her lips enticingly. "You are here to keep me company."
The girl chuckled and looked over Ginny with smoldering eyes. "I should get going, let you do your studies."
Ginny pouted, but nodded. "Ok." Shane leaned over and whispered something in Ginny's ear. Ginny turned beet red as Shane pulled away. "I'll hold you to that." She whispered. Shane chuckled, standing up. She winked at Ginny and left with a nod to Draco.
Ginny turned to Draco, whom had been silent during the exchange, with a large smile on her face. "Shall we?" She pointed to the ingredients in front of her. Draco opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it quickly. Nodding, he sat down next to her and then commenced the lesson from the evening before.