Chapter Six: If Only They Had a Pill For This

Ginny swallowed harshly as she looked into the deep eyes that burrowed deeply into her heart. Her stomach twisted as her hands fought for something sturdy behind her, her feet moving back inch by inch as he moved in closer.

"Don't be afraid Weasley; you know what they say…" He trailed off, silvery blonde hair falling out of it's place and into his eyes making him look terribly beautiful in the dim light of the library.

Ginny's eyes closed as she found a table and pushing her body as far against as she could to put space between them.

She felt his hands on her hips, her body tingled with excitement.

She had already assessed that she was sadly infatuated with Draco but how dare he do what he was doing.

All so confusing she thought he was either hitting on her or Crabbe, Goyle or Pansy (or possibly all three) were standing in the darkness with a camera pointed at her, waiting for her to crack so they could prove to the whole school how absolutely gorgeous Draco was.

"Draco… please," She trailed off in a squeak, her voice trembling.

She was tempted to throw her arms around him and bring him into one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever given anyone besides her past boyfriends.

She was a virgin mind you, and because of that, Draco and his foreshadowing reputation scared the bejeezus out of Ginny. But his underlying legends, that of his possibly most charming boyfriend awards along with "most likely to make you queen of his castle" trophies were all too seductive as well. Not that she wanted to be queen of his castle or some nonsense like that. So she thought.

No! She knew!

This uncertainty made it all the more harder for Ginny to sit there with is hot breath on her neck as she remained, eyes closed, tense, hands clenching the edge of the table. "Draco…" She sniffled and felt his lips graze her jaw line.

"Weasley, let's not ruin this with words." He hoarsely whispered and with that she felt her entire body go limp as his lips nipped and bit at her neck. It was oddly the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. She had never encountered a biter before.

It was as if his teeth had hit every right nerve and she felt her entire stomach lift into the air and disappear. She felt her leg curl and her knee run up the side of his thigh, one of his hands went for it as if on cue and cupped her thigh, pulling her closer so their hips rammed together uncomfortably… so she hoped it came off that it was uncomfortable for her.

Actually Draco was quite good at what he was doing.

Because he had been doing it for a while.

What did it matter though, people could change-right?

Stop being hopefully optimistic!

Better yet, stop talking to yourself!

Ginny pushed him back and… gravity pulled her from flailing about under her covers to the cold hard floor of the girls' dormitory. "Why me?" She groaned as she attempted to de-sheet her currently mummified lower half. Her mind was racing.

Why had she been dreaming about Draco again?

And why in that way?

Had someone slipped something in her drink to make her think she had gone mad so she would inevitably be found in the loo crying insane and muffled sentences in a corner and be committed?

Was she going overboard or something?

After kicking her feet out of the last hold of the deathly fabrics she pushed herself off the floor and walked towards the bathroom, grabbing up her toiletries kit on the way and promptly stubbing her toe on the nearby bed table. Biting back curses as to not wake her roommates she hurried into the bathroom and after shutting the door (thankful for the charm placed on all doors making noise VERY hard to travel through the wood), she let out a howl of frustration and naughty language.

"Damn table and its bloody edges and its bloody BEING IN MY WAY!" Grumpy wasn't a good way to start off the day but as things were, going it looked like the only road besides horribly depressed and exhausted. Her eyes drifted to the mirror and she noticed that at the most inappropriate times she mastered the perfect pout. Like now.

And, oh god, was that a zit!

Earth to Ginny, vanity is so unbecoming. And belching does not impress the opposite sex.

Ginny blinked, where the hell did that come from? Oh, yes, she remembered now.

Back in her third year her torturously embarrassing mother got high hopes of Ginny being in high society because of something Professor Trelawney had said. Bloody woman and her stupid tea leaves. Tea was to be drunk, not stared at over hours until the leaves got nasty and dark and repulsive smelling so as to maybe glance something that looked or resembled anything real

. The woman was insane but Ginny had stood out in the class, Merlin knows why.

No wonder she and Hermione had so much in common.

Well, except for the Divinations grade anyways.

Ginny sighed and turned the faucet on, cold water rushing out, she dipped her hands in it and let it pool in her palms before leaning over and splashing it against her face. Not only did this wake her up but she had read somewhere that it was healthy for your complexion to use cool water before washing.

She closed her eyes tightly, shivering at the chilly tingle that ran down her spine. Shaking her head, she turned off the sink and walked over to the shower, starting it up for a relaxing beginning to a day.

Ginny stood, looking at the mirror, at her reflection. Her cheeks were too high. Or was it that her eyes were too low? Or maybe her ears too far back? She felt off center today, unbalanced, unusual… ugly. Sighing she smoothed out the last creases in her skirt.

Gryffindor had to have one of the most coordinated color combinations. Red, gold, and black as a basic.

Ginny put on her black skirt with red and gold striped stockings, her white blouse and red sweater, her signature black shoes. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and adorned her ears with silver hoops that Hermione had given her last year.

She smiled and pulled out her lip gloss, placing some on and jumping at the sound of Diana pounding in the door, she smeared it along her chin and cheek. "Bloody hell Diana, can't you wait!" Ginny unlocked the door and pulled it open, a gush of cool air coming in and warm air moving out. Diana paused in the doorway.

"Ginny, has someone gone and attacked you with lip gloss again?" She smirked and ducked at the towel Ginny tossed at her head. "It's a legitimate question, should I be worried that your eyesight is dimming?"

Ginny rolled her eyes sighed. "I think you should be more worried that my sanity is dimming." She groaned and sat down on the toilet seat, head in her hands. "I swear to Merlin I'm losing my mind, whatever Fred and George left of it anyways. I mean, I swear…"

She trailed off, blushing and embarrassed that she wanted so much to tell her dear friend how badly she thought of Draco and, honestly, how obsessively.

"Are you daft or something? Sick? Possessed?" A hand on her hip, Diana placed the other against the counter and leaned against it looking down at her poor friend. "What's gotten to you Weasley? You've been acting weird all summer and now since school has started… I mean it usually stops it's not like you don't go into a trance over something usually but not for as long… and now with tests coming up you should really be focusing… Ginny I'm worried about you. Are you on crack?"

Ginny looked up from her current place. Her expression was blank for a moment as she looked over Diana's features, worry, fear, anxiety. And then Ginny burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Crack? Are you serious?" Almost falling of the toilet Ginny took hold of the tub rim to keep her off the ground. "My god, am I acting that strange?" She took a deep breath and went over to hug her confused friend.

"For one, no, I'm not on crack. I would never do anything named after such a repulsive part of the body. I have one; I don't need a drug for it. And two…" She trailed off and backed away, nervously wringing her hands.

She rushed to the bathroom door and shut it, turning back to her more so confused companion.

"It's Draco. I've been having dreams about him this whole week and I think someone's drugged or cursed me. I swear I never liked him, I think he's the most repulsive human being…if you can even call him that… that I've ever met. He's nasty and awful and I bet he kicks puppies but ever since he started paying attention to me and I saw him on the train shirtless it's like I'm lusting after his hot body or something irrational like that."

The spilling out of words like water from an overturned glass most likely didn't help the understanding of the topic but it didn't seem to matter as Diana burst out laughing in return. "Are you absolutely MAD? Draco Malfoy? The world's youngest living heart donor? You must be joking." Her smile faded as Ginny looked at her, seriousness planted on her face.

"I think I'm poisoned, Di." Ginny muttered as she sat back down on the toilet and kicked her feet back and forth. "I think I'll die soon either from complete insanity or by suicide… I can't live thinking that Draco is a human, it's disturbing and what's wrong with me!" She whined and threw her hands up in the air, covering her face again. "I think I'm ill."

Diana sighed sympathetically and crossed the distance of the room, sitting beside Ginny and patting her back. "I think you're ill too but Gins, at least he's not ugly and he's rich. At least you have your priorities straight, right?" Smiling a bit she stood and pulled the shower curtain closed. "Now sod off so I can shower up. We'll talk about this later. You just need something to eat, some breakfast. I think the Grand Hall is empty now; you should go and be by yourself, get some food and breathe.

Ginny's eyes shot open. Please, may this not be a sign. "No, I'm good, I'll wait for someone I think… or I'll wander. Just…no, no Grand Hall…" She trailed off as Diana closed the door behind her. Ginny would most certainly not go back to the Grand Hall unaccompanied.

Taking into consideration her options, Ginny Weasley sat for a few minutes in the commons, wondering what she could possibly do to get herself out of this mess. She could find someone she could date for the time being to get her over Draco Malfoy right?

Or maybe she should just trick him into doing something really dirty and convince herself to hate him forever and ever until the end of time, period. Right?

She sighed and looked over to the boys dormitories. Maybe she could wake Harry up. Sixth years were able to pick dorms to share with one other person (naturally Harry picked Ron), and Ginny knew a way to get in undetected… relatively.

Someone usually saw her, a painting or some random boy but she knew a way to bypass the staircase that went flat under your feet if you didn't match the right gender (damn tricky too).

She pushed herself out of the chair and looking both ways, and seeing as it was relatively early, she pressed herself against the left wall of the staircase, keeping only the edges of her toes on the edge of the steps until she reached the top jumped upon it, happy she had made it.

She looked both ways, making sure there weren't any boys coming out of their rooms that would snitch (not that any would… she could always bribe them with homework help), she made her way down the hall until she turned right onto the sixth and seventh year wing.

There were a few rooms that sounded awake, but she knew those rooms and it was a hoax so they could go wandering about in the middle of the night and get caught.

No doubt they had and that's why their contraptions were still on. Reaching Ron and Harry's door she tested the knob first, finding it unlocked she let herself in to find Ron fast asleep on the floor beside his bed (Ginny blushed at the familiarity) and Harry sleeping across the room in his bed, hair disheveled and all.

Ginny smirked and made her way first to Harry's side and put her knee on one side of his body, her other foot planted on the floor, and leaned over to get a glimpse of his face. Smiling to know he was asleep she stepped back and glanced at her brother. If he wasn't wide eyed and awake, he was asleep.

Firm in her ideas that both were well asleep and she could pull off the perfect plan she stood back…

… And yelling as loud as she could. "NO PROFESSOR SNAPE! DON'T PUT SPIDERS IN RON'S BED!"

Ron started awake and screaming frantically began to beat his arms and legs as if he could feel the spiders. Harry jumped back and fell to the floor, flaring about and kicking his sheets off, pulling out his wand and readying himself to rescue Ron to find…

There were no spiders.

And no Professor Snape.

But Ginny.

Harry sighed and tapped Ron on the shoulder until he took notice. "Harry what is it? can't you see I'm trying to get these bloody spiders off me! Help!" Too busy in fear he hadn't even noticed there weren't any.

"Ron, there are no spiders. It's just Gins." Harry stated flatly and fell back onto his bed.

Ron stopped and opened an eye, inspecting his arm. Falling backwards with a pitiful groan he covered his eyes with an arm. "Gins what the hell is wrong with you?"

Ginny snorted trying to fight back a fit of giggles but couldn't and continued laughing. "S-Sorry R-Ron… I c-couldn't h-help it!"

Ron smirked mischievously and gave Harry a knowing look. "Yeah I bet you couldn't!" And almost choreographically they both lunged at the youngest Weasley and began an onslaught of tickles until Ginny began to cry and threatened to wet her pants.

After they all settled down once more, Harry and Ron each sitting on their beds and Ginny leaning against the armoire at the head of the room, Ron looked over to his sister, confusion etched on his face. "Gins, why are in here? I mean, shouldn't you be dancing with your friends to some pop song or something? Doing your toe nails and all?"

Ginny smiled. "No one's awake as early as I am," As if on cue, Harry let out a yawn and Ginny laughed. "Obviously, and I'm not going to the Grand Hall alo-"

Ginny cut herself off. She hadn't told Ron yet about what Draco had done and wasn't sure if Harry had filled him in. In that case, a nosy brother was not something she wanted in her hair today among other things.

Harry looked over at her and his smile faded. He had gotten the meaning of what she was saying and looked down at his feet. Coughing he stood up and stretched. He looked at Ginny and gave her a weak smile. "Already told Ron about it. Sorry Gins." With that he wandered off into the bathroom and the sound of a shower carried over.

"Oh." Ginny whispered and looked over at Ron who seemed to feel awkward at the moment.

"Yeah, Gins… I know I can be real annoying and all but you're my sister. I got to protect you and all. You should've told me." He stood and walked over, giving Ginny a short hug. Backing up he added sternly, a fingertip in her face. "And if he ever touches you again I'm going to blow his brains out."

"And make him puke up slugs as revenge?" Ginny offered. Ron eyed her evilly.

"That's not a very nice memory thank you very much and for your information it was because my wand was broken." Sharing a smile Ginny tackled him to his bed and forced him to brush out her now dry hair until Harry returned from the steaming bathroom and Ron was relieved of duty.

After Ron finally got out of the shower, Ginny and Harry having spent thirty minutes yelling at him to hurry up, the three left the Gryffindor commons room and headed for the Grand Hall.

Hi my faithful readers! It is I, author mistress Smut Bunny Princess or Nat for short. I've revised a few chapters and am hoping to continue the revising mess until this story is flawless! cackle Which it will never be but that's ok, you still love me right? Anyways. I hope you like it.

I've decided Draco is the main man for this story but I'm making another that's a nice GDH triangle which is always entertaining right? It's greatness. But when that starts, I might not be adding as quickly with this one which means it'll go twice as slow… yippee!

Until then, I love you all!