Chapter 5: Pushing the Limits
As it happened, Ginny had no reason to hex anyone all afternoon. No one dared approach her, much less insult her. Instead, there was a constant barrage of stares, whispers, and a tendency to move out of her way wherever she went. By dinner she was ready to explode in frustration. She stormed her way into the Great Hall, eliciting a number of fearful glances, but she was long past the point of caring. "You would think I had caught Spattergroit from Ron the way people are avoiding me!" Looking over, she found her friends exchange nervous glances and narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare. You have known me for how many years now?"
It was Lavender who spoke up first. "If anyone knows that a boy can make you act like an idiot, it's me. But what you are doing with Malfoy is far beyond that. He's not just some school bully we all love to hate. Did you not notice him torturing Oliver and Nathan today?" Ginny blinked and tried to remain calm. "No Lavender. I didn't notice. Are you sure I was there? I'm pretty sure if I was, I would have told him to stop." Lavender seemed to shrink into herself, but Ginny couldn't find it in herself to feel bad.
It was Neville who spoke next. "Yeah, and he humiliated you for it." Ginny couldn't argue against that. So she avoided it. "Was I supposed to be surprised? Shocked that he was cruel? I knew that already, thank you." Neville shook his head in disgust. Ginny realized he was dismissing her. Labelling her as crazy and unreasonable. It stung, more than anything else she had endured today.
"When the time comes, I'll fight against him with everything I have, if need be. But until then, if I've found something that makes me happy, I'm doing it. This doesn't harm anyone but myself, and you know it." She noticed the others looked ready to back down, but her focus was on Neville. Neville, who was looking at her as if he was her dad. Disappointed and disapproving. Well he could shove it. Since when did he have the right to tell her how to live her life? "The only reason I am not hexing you right now Neville Longbottom is because I am starved. If you remember, I had more important things to do than eat lunch earlier."
It was only after she took a bite of her steak and kidney pie that she realized they had an audience. At least a quarter of the table seemed to be looking at them. Well good. She hoped they had overheard every word. "What about Harry?" Her throat tightened and she glanced up at him. Just as they weren't to ever talk about the DA in public, they were never to mention Harry in public. He was public enemy number one. Publicly supporting him was much too dangerous. That Neville had taken that risk… He was hurt, and Ginny felt horrible.
"Broken up." She said it in a whisper, trying hard to keep her emotions in check. She couldn't think about him. Giving herself hope that Harry would win, that he'd live through it, and that he would still want her was too much. It was too good to ever come true. "Carrows! Four o'clock." Seamus' hissed warning came just in time. Ginny and Neville both looked down and focused on their food. Regardless, the Carrows still walked over to them. Ginny shivered as she felt their presence behind her. "There's been a change in plans Weasley. Your detention tonight will take place now." Her fork clattered onto her plate. She hadn't forgotten about having detention, but she had done a good job of not thinking about it. What they had said though, it didn't make sense. Now? In the middle of dinner?
"Get up and follow us." Her legs felt heavy, but she did as she was told. The conversations tapered off into nothing as students realized what was happening. They had led her to stand in front of the Professors' Table, and they were smiling with barely contained glee. Snape looked at her briefly before standing and addressing the entire student body. "In order to maintain a healthy respect for authority, it has been deemed appropriate for less effective punishments to be replaced. Miss. Weasley will be the first to experience this new form of detention, and as such, I would ask you all to pay very close attention."
She barely had time to feel dread before it happened. She felt the force of the spell hit her, and couldn't hold back a scream. Her body had collapsed onto the ground, her limbs flailing uncontrollably. Unable to suppress it, she shrieked as every muscle, every nerve, felt as if it were on fire. Even as the spell ended, her body felt as if it had been broken beyond repair. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. Crucio. They had just tortured her. Used an unforgivable on her in front of over a hundred witnesses. And they hadn't even been aiming to kill her. It had been for detention. Just detention.
She didn't know how long she lay there. She only knew that Filch was kicking her, growling at her to get up. She didn't. She had no desire right then to do anything but stare at the night sky enchanted onto the ceiling. One of the professors must have taken pity on her, because she found herself gently levitated back onto her feet. She was vaguely surprised to see the students had all left. Had they been forced to eat dinner as she lay there, or had everyone been excused early? She allowed Filch to lead her to her room with no resistance, barely noticing the pain in her arm as he tugged her along.
In her room, Ginny did nothing but lay on her bed. No shower. No brushing her teeth. No changing clothes. It all seemed too much to deal with right then. Her body needed deep, restful sleep to heal. Instead, she spent the night thrashing and drifting in and out of nightmares. When the wall opened the next morning, she almost missed it. Scrambling out of bed, she made it out just as the wall closed up behind her. She took a second to take stock of the situation, and sighed. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was wearing her wrinkled school uniform from yesterday. Likely, her breath stank as well as her armpits.
Oh well. At least she had her wand in her pocket. Slipping it out of her robe, she coated herself with freshening charms. They would fade in a couple of hours, but for now they'd do the job. For her hair, she managed to finger comb it into a braid that hid most of the tangles. As for wearing her school uniform on a Saturday, well she had clothes for Quidditch in the changing room at least. She just had to get breakfast, and then she could change. She could do this.
The stairs up were easy. It was hearing the voices up ahead that gave her pause. But there was nothing for it. Holding her head up high, she walked stiffly towards the Great Hall. No one was going to think she had been broken if she had anything to say about it. "Weasley." His voice made her start, her heart beating faster than normal. Looking over, she spotted him leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and he looked completely relaxed. The dozen or so students around them seemed to all stop and stare. Ginny lifted her chin and pretended not to notice.
"Have a good night? I certainly did. Seeing you last night splayed out like that, writhing on the ground. I couldn't stop thinking of how I'd make you scream just as loud. What do you say? Up for seeing what my wand can do to you?" She swallowed and wondered if he had any idea of the effect he had on her. The look he gave her when delivering his innuendo had nearly done her in.
As for the first part of what he had said, she wasn't frightened at his words. She wasn't angry either. In fact, she realized a small part of her admired him for saying it. He was keeping up an image, rebuilding it even, and she knew it wasn't easy. He hadn't postured in public all year. Him doing it now, he was doing it for a reason. Maybe he was just making sure he didn't get eclipsed by Crabbe. Yet she also couldn't help but think he was doing it for her sake. Well, her plan's sake at least. "I have Quidditch practice until lunch." She watched his eyes narrow in anger, before he got control back and nodded. Ginny made her way into the Great Hall, trying to get herself to calm down. It had been for show. He didn't actually plan to do anything with his, um, wand. But had she really made him angry? Why would he care when they met next? As long as they were able to maintain their façade, why did it matter what she did?
"Ginny?" Startled out of her thoughts, she found herself looking at Luna. A Luna who looked very uncharacteristically somber. "I have extra clothes if you need any." Ginny couldn't help a feeling of pity overtake her. She knew why Luna would be worried about her clothes. "It's alright. No one stole them. I just forgot. I was a bit out of sorts this morning." It was a quick decision. An easy decision. She hadn't gotten to spend time with Luna outside of class in what seemed like ages. "Are you free to hang out after lunch today?" Luna grinned and Ginny felt as if her heart had lightened a little.
She had been a little nervous about what people would say at breakfast, but in fact there had been no reason to worry at all. No one made mention of her hair or clothes. Instead they greeted her with smiles and good mornings, before letting her eat in peace. She had needed it. She had needed to fly even more. Jannice had told her she didn't have to go to practice today if she didn't feel up to it. Ginny had glared, and gotten up immediately in order to head to the Pitch with the rest of the team. In hindsight, she should have taken Jannice up on her offer.
She was used to getting around the pitch faster than anyone else during warm ups. She was not used to her teammates' hanging back and letting her win. This was supposed to be competitive. If they didn't give her a challenge, how was she supposed to improve? Their scrimage went even worse. Tiberius and Rhydian hovered around her constantly, keeping the bludgers from getting anywhere near her. Eventually Ginny had lost it and screamed at them to leave her alone. That they weren't her bloody bodyguards, and to go help the chasers. The only thing on the pitch that didn't seem reluctant to push her to her limits was the snitch. With Harry gone, she had become seeker, but she had never been as good as him. Spotting it took all of her concentration, and every time it slipped out of her sights, she couldn't help but want to blast the ball into a thousand little bits. Practice ended with her having only caught it twice in three hours and her patience at an end.
After eating a hearty meal at lunch, Ginny got up to find Luna. They still needed to figure out how they wanted to spend the afternoon. Ginny had a few ideas, but one never knew with Luna. She could be in the mood for something Ginny would never think of. "Hi Luna!" Luna looked up at her with a big smile and then tilted her head to the side. "You look better now. Did you come over to let me know you'll be busy today? It's alright if you did. I'm sure your other plans are much more exciting." As was often the times with Luna, Ginny couldn't help but feel lost. "Sorry?"
Luna looked over at the Slytherin table and Ginny followed her gaze. She noticed Malfoy was staring at her. Oh, right. Well, to be fair Malfoy and her had never actually made plans. She looked away and shook her head. "My only plans for right now involve hanging out with you."
"Well in that case, I have been wanting to investigate the fifth floor. I have a suspicion there's an infestation of periots up there. Do you think Draco would like to come?" Ginny felt as if a feather could knock her over. "What?" Luna shrugged and got up to walk out with her. "I don't imagine he'd have much interest in the periots, but I just thought he might like to since you'll be there."
"There is only one reason why Malfoy would want to be where I am." Luna looked at her with pity, and Ginny had to remind herself not to get offended. This was Luna after all. "And the password to the Ravenclaw tower is pumpkin juice." Luna said it in such a calm, happy tone that it was minutes later before Ginny really realized what she had said. Stopping halfway up the stairs, Ginny looked over to Luna with a puzzled frown. "Luna? Don't you have to answer a riddle to enter your common room?" Luna only smiled and Ginny decided to let it go.
They did end up wandering the fifth floor for a bit, but Ginny was also able to use the opportunity for conversation. She was able to ask after Luna's father, and Luna was able to tell her all about the Quibbler's recent articles. That there was at least one news outlet that was able to print support for Harry was encouraging. Luna was also able to tell her that some Ravenclaws were redecorating the seventh year dorms. Bewildered at first, Ginny finally cottoned on as Luna hinted that their décor choices were Gryffindor-inspired. Not only that, but that she was leading the project having been a part of the redecorating project they did together during fourth year. Ginny had to work very hard to contain her excitement. Another branch of the DA, and Luna leading it!
By dinner time, Ginny felt in high spirits. She had managed to get a bit of work done after hanging out with Luna, but knew tomorrow would be spent in the library. Still, today had been worth it. She was heading down the stairs when suddenly she was waylaid. Shocked, she let Malfoy grab her arm, turn her around, and walk her up the stairs. He hadn't called out to her in public. He wasn't making a show of them being together. This felt personal and direct.
"What are you doing?" She said it quietly, aware that other students were watching and possibly listening. He didn't answer her. Instead he turned them off of the staircase and kept walking, still gripping her arm. Eventually he stopped and he muttered a word that unlocked the door in front of them. It was then that she realized where they were and her nerves dissipated.
"The prefects' bathroom?" Malfoy had been reinstated as a Slytherin prefect this year. It made sense that he would know the password. What didn't make sense is why they were in here. "Malfoy, I need to go down to dinner. I don't like skipping meals. Not to mention Filch and the Carrows are going to be hunting me down if I don't show up to be taken to my room."
At that, he grabbed her other arm and turned to look at her head on. His stare was piercing. "Why in Merlin's name did you do this to yourself? If you had just followed the rules you wouldn't be getting locked up every night." Ginny knew her confusion was showing. There was no denying what she was seeing. Malfoy, for whatever reason, really seemed to care.
"I didn't plan to get caught. Sorry that my punishment is apparently inconvenient to you." Irritated with her, he let go of her arms abruptly. "Just get in the bath Weasely. You know you need it. Going to Quidditch practice after having been crucioed last night? Your body probably hates you right now." Ginny held her head high. He was right. Her body had been sore all day. But it was just a nuisance to be borne. She certainly wasn't going to let it affect her life.
"Thank you, but I rather enjoy the pain. It reminds me of how unjust the Carrows are, and why people like them must be fought." She was rather used to getting her way. So it was a shock when Malfoy ignored her. As she went to turn around, he pulled her into the bathroom, and then slammed the door shut. She froze. He had just locked them into the bathroom together. She could probably get the door open with a spell. She could run. But why? Just to prove that she didn't have to take a bath if she didn't want to? "There's an hour before dinner officially ends. I will reopen the door in thirty minutes, plenty of time for you to get to the Hall so Filch can cart you away. Until then, go bathe."
She stood there, unable to decide what to do. Should she fight him on this? Should she just do what he told her to? "Don't abstain for modesty's sake. I'll look away." She jerked as she realized that was why he thought she hadn't moved. She hadn't even thought of that part of it. Oh, bugger it. "Fine. Although I have no idea why you care. My body will probably be fine by Monday, if not tomorrow." He had turned away and wasn't answering her. Ginny huffed, and stormed over to the bath. Turning on a multitude of taps, she soon had a tub of water, bubbles and scents. Glancing over at Malfoy, she was disappointed to find he still had his back completely turned. She undressed quickly and slipped in, telling herself to stop being ridiculous. Did she really want him peeping at her naked body? Yes. Ginny flushed and cleared her throat. "You can turn around now."
He did, and then smiled. She rolled her eyes and sunk even lower into the tub so her shoulders were hidden. "Yes, alright. It does feel nice."
"See? I knew you needed it. Really, you should have done it this morning." She huffed, and rolled her eyes. "Well, at least this will be the only time you have to go through that. I'm sure you more than learned your lesson." Ginny was too shocked to be angry. Too dumbfounded to be offended. "What do you mean learned my lesson? The only thing I learned is that Snape is an even bigger coward than I thought, giving into the Carrows demands."
He was incredulous. "You can't be serious. You'd risk detention again? What would be the point? You'd only be tortured again." Her initial reaction was to be offended. Then she realized that maybe she was scared of detention. She hadn't rebelled in nearly a month. She was letting them win, being complacent when she should be thinking of ways to sabotage them. She knew being isolated from the DA had been the reason. But surely she could still find some way to undermine them. Looking at Malfoy though, she decided to keep those thoughts to herself. She didn't know why he should care about what she did, but he seemed to. The knowledge made her stomach flip.
"Well at least there are no scars from it. Do you think the Carrows would be terribly upset if they were told their punishments had nothing on Umbridge's?" She could tell he didn't know how to react, so she gave him a huge smile, trying to convey it was a joke. Twisted, and with a dose of truth in it, but just a joke. He didn't smile back. He only shook his head. "I don't get how you can do that." Her smile faded. She felt insecure and uncertain. How did he have this effect on her? Why did she care if he disapproved of how she spoke? Merlin knew why, but she did. "Do what?"
"Smile like that. Smile when all you have to look forward to are friends and family dying. Living in a world where you won't have any power and your ideas won't matter." Ginny could swear she tangibly felt her mood darken at those words. The way he was speaking, she knew it couldn't all be about her. These were his thoughts. "Of course we'll matter Malfoy. We're the upcoming generation. At the very least, we'll eventually be the ones having kids and raising them." Of course, that was the point of having mandatory Hogwarts attendance wasn't it? To undo anything their parents might have taught them at home. To control what they learned and thought.
He was sitting on the edge of the tub now, leaning forward, drawn in by their discussion. "Would you really have kids? When the world is like this?" She knew what his point was. But she also knew that continuing to enjoy life was the only way to really live. "Yes." Hadn't her family hosted a wedding for Bill amidst danger? Never mind that the Burrow was under security wards and Harry had to be polyjuiced in order to attend. Life had to go on. She only had to think of Tonks to grow firmer in her decision. Remus and Tonks were both members of the Order, and yet they were having a baby. That baby was going to be a spark of joy in a dark world.
"And the danger they'll be in? How would you ever live with yourself, bringing them into a world when you know you won't be able to protect them?" Ginny bit her lip before answering. This was not something she had ever discussed before. She was pretty certain what she thought. But of course, it was still guesswork. She could only imagine what type of mum she would be. She wouldn't know until it actually happened. "Well, when they are little, they will grow up surrounded by love and laughter. I can give them that, no matter what is going on outside. And then as they grow, I will teach them how to value kindness, friendship. Then hopefully as they get older they'll be able to stand up for themselves and what they believe in. No matter the circumstances."
He was still looking at her, but his gaze was unfocused. As if he wasn't really there. And then his eyes cleared. "I'd teach them wandwork. Make sure they know how to protect themselves and how to out maneuver anyone who wants to cause them harm. And I would do whatever I had to in order to make sure they'd be able to grow up safely." Ginny's eyes rounded slightly. Malfoy had whispered that last sentence, and had looked more serious than she had ever seen him. She had never felt more attracted to him.
"Turn around. I'm done with my bath." He frowned. "It's only been five minutes. You need to soak." Her breaths were getting short. She knew what she was going to do. She just didn't know how he would react. "No, I need you. And unless you're coming in here with me, I'm coming out."
He jerked back, and Ginny moved closer to the edge of the tub. He wasn't sneering at her. He didn't look repulsed. He just looked unsure. "You don't have to do this Weasely…" Ginny only felt her resolve strengthen. "I know I don't have to. I want to." Scenarios were running through her head. She would grab his arm and yank him into the tub, wrap her legs around his waist, and make out with him until he couldn't take it anymore. He would unzip and take her right there. Or, maybe she would climb out of the tub and right onto him, until every inch of him was soaked from where her body pressed against him. In the end, it was probably better that Malfoy stood up. She had no idea if she would have actually been able to go through with either of those thoughts.
He turned around, and Ginny got out of the bath. By the time he turned back, she was wearing a bathrobe. His breath hitched and she smirked at him. Each prefect had a bathrobe in here. She was wearing his. Finally, his reservations seemed to dissolve. He smirked back at her, and then backed her against the wall. She let him, loving the fact that he was taking charge. He wanted her too.
Ginny felt her thoughts shutting down, as all of her focus began to revolve around the physical. Their kissing was warm, demanding, and so very satisfying. His lips were soft. His tongue was strong. And he tasted so good. So right. He broke away to kiss her jaw, and his hands went down to clutch at her hips. She thrusted into him as his kisses traveled down towards her shoulders. She was hyper aware of his hands, and decided not to resist. All of those things she had been telling people to justify being with Malfoy? They should have been lies, but Ginny realized she was beginning to believe them. This made her happy. It wouldn't hurt anyone but herself. It didn't have to mean anything else. She reached down and grabbed his hand. He had stopped kissing her, but wasn't resisting. Nervously, she guided his hand in through the opening of the robe. Half of her was expecting him to stop. He was obviously considering it.
And then he made his choice. He resumed kissing her collarbone as his hand roamed up and down the side of her body, from ribcage to thigh and back. If she was disappointed that he hadn't used the opportunity for more, she was quite satisfied when his hand came around to hold her bare buttock, pulling her into him so that she could feel his trousers straining against his cock. His other hand was flat against the wall, holding them in place while she clung to him. She hadn't intended for this to happen, but with his hand inside of her robe, his arm was slowly forcing the robe to loosen. She could feel the bathrobe's belt coming undone, and slowly began to panic. He was going to see her naked. It was unclear if he realized what was about to happen. He was now kissing her mouth, and seemed wholly focused on that. She tried to be too. Even so, when she felt the knot give way, she closed her eyes and tensed.
She was aware of every sensation. With the robe parted, her front was now very much exposed. The silk of his button down shirt was tickling her stomach and breasts. The rougher material of his trousers was now touching her pubic hair. He had pulled back slightly, but only enough that he was able to see her face. They looked at each other without speaking. He saw her nod slightly, and then he returned to kissing her. She knew he hadn't looked down yet. If they went further, it would still be her choice. Pulling back, she blushed and removed her arms from around him. She tugged the bathrobe back so it closed, and he pulled his hand out.
"Join me?" He was staring at her in confusion, but she had expected him to. She knew she was acting strangely. Probably sending mixed signals. Still, she didn't want to explain herself fully. It sounded stupid. She really thought she was ready, but she was embarrassed about him seeing all of her. She was generally rather proud of her body. Yet, faced with a man actually about to look at it, she found she was really only comfortable with her chest being seen. She slipped out around him and walked back to the bath. Keeping her back to him, she shucked off the bathrobe before submerging herself.
Then, she turned around and looked at him, keeping her breasts visible. "It's still nice and warm." His eyes finally darted down to her chest, and Ginny stayed very still. She was pretty sure he would like how they looked. But confirmation would still be nice. "I know they're not the biggest, but..." "They're perfect." He had cut her off quickly and decisively. It made her glow. "Turn." Ginny did so and tried to contain her smile. After a long moment of waiting, she jumped when she felt him. Sneaking up behind her, he had announced his presence by reaching around and grabbing one of her breasts in each hand. He gave them a quick squeeze before caressing them as he kissed the back of her neck. She moaned. He pulled her back into him, so that she was nearly sitting in his lap. She gasped, very much turned on by the fact that she could feel his erection pressing into her.
"Tell me what you want." Ginny shivered as his breath touched her ear. His hands felt wonderful on her chest, and she loved sitting on his lap. Yet her body was insisting that it wasn't enough. She wanted nothing more than to squirm and have something press between her thighs. Opening her legs, she began grinding onto his thigh, not sure what else to do. He groaned. She knew he was waiting for her to speak, but she honestly had no idea what to say. They were so far beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was all new. It was adrenaline pumping, nerves racing, and thoughts swirling. She had never felt so out of control in terms of her body wanting something. She was mortified to find herself whimpering as he pinched her nipples. Merlin. What was he waiting for? Could he not tell that she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life? That she was aching for him?
"Ungh. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me witch? Every part of me is screaming to flip you around and plow into you." Ginny hadn't thought her desire could increase. His words proved her wrong. "Then what are you waiting for?" His hands pushed against her side, and taking the cue, she turned around so that she was straddling him. His entire face was flushed. "I will hex you if you ever tell anyone about this. But before today, taking off a bra is as far as I had ever gone. Neither of us know exactly what we are doing, and trying it out for the first time in a bathtub is a disaster waiting to happen. When we fuck, it will be on a bed." Ginny nodded, heart racing at the fact he had said when, not if.
"For now, would you just, touch me?" She had always wondered what an erect penis would feel like. What it would even look like. It seemed like a momentous occasion. That a lifelong curiosity was about to be sated. It was a turning point, but not one she was going to back away from. Her hand reached down and took hold of him, marveling at how smooth it felt. He closed his eyes in pleasure as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. His hands had fallen away from her body, as he seemed to bask in his own sensations.
She wanted to make him feel good, but she also wanted his hands back on her. She began to pick up the pace, and then much to her horror, his face scrunched up. "Not so fast!" She had hurt him. She could feel her own lust leaving her body at his words. She had messed up sex. And this was supposed to be the easiest type. Just a hand job. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to." He only nodded and took a breath. "It's fine. Keep this pace. You feel great." She didn't know if she believed him, but she did as he asked. She had never imagined that she would be bad at this. That what she did wouldn't feel good. Weren't girls the ones who were supposed to feel pain when it came to sex?
To make everything even worse, he suddenly shoved her hand away and gripped himself. His arm was moving quickly, and then suddenly he stopped. His eyes opened and he looked utterly spent. She was mortified. She hadn't even been able to get him off. He had needed to push her away to get the job done. Was she that bad at hand jobs? Was she not as attractive as she had thought? She wanted nothing more than to run out of this room and go cry in her own bed. She wasn't hiding her emotions well. Malfoy went from satisfied to worried in record time. "What's wrong?"
She wasn't going to cry. That was the only thing running through her head. "Nothing. I just, I didn't realize I'd be so bad at this." He blinked, and then his hands came up to hug her around the waist. "You were fantastic. You have no idea how much I loved having you touch me. I just, I was getting so close and I didn't really know how to articulate what I needed." She nodded, but apparently Malfoy could tell she was still sad. He tangled his hand into her hair and kissed her thoroughly, over and over. "You are the sexiest witch in the entire school." She knew he was biased. That he might only be saying it because she was sitting naked in his lap. Still, it made her smile.
"Dinner?" Ginny didn't really want to leave now. Not after all they had done. But she knew she'd be hungry later tonight, and she really couldn't avoid Filch. It would stir up more trouble than it was worth. "Alright." Draco got out first, and didn't tell Ginny to turn away so she didn't. He had a really cute butt. He did keep his back to her as she got out though, which she thought was rather gentlemanly of him.
Dried off and ready to go, Malfoy grabbed her hand. "Tomorrow night. I'll sneak in to your room under a disillusionment charm. I'll place a glamour on my bed before dinner, and then follow you and Filch down after." She knew what he was saying. Her room had a bed in it. He was going to be in there with her all night. There were a whole slew of reasons why she should say no. It wouldn't help her plan at all. No one was going to know he was in there with her. She wasn't even sure this was purely physical. Oh well. "I can't wait."
They smiled at each other, and then made their way down to the Hall. She wanted to hold his hand. Cling to his arm. Instead, she tried to make herself think of food and all the homework she was going to have to do tomorrow. Once there, they parted ways and Ginny stuffed her face with food, ignoring all the stares. She only had ten minutes after all. Half the Hall had already emptied out, and she had more important things to worry about. Let them think what they will. In all honesty they were probably right. She had gone mental over a boy, and she wasn't so sure she minded.