Chapter 4 –Want

Ginny's eyes flashed with fear as she walked down the hall. He stood a few feet from her chatting with Pansy and another Slytherin. He lifted his eyes to hers and smiled thinly. As he shoved a hand through his dark hair and she passed them quietly, Pansy whirled around and grabbed onto her arm. "Come to make fun of me again, have you?" Ginny snapped.

Parkinson shook her head. "No, Weasley, I haven't. I was hoping to talk to you about yesterday."

Ginny laughed. "Is that right? Well, then go ahead, talk."

"Not here," said Pansy in a hushed voice. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to run into another horrible Boggart on your way down those halls alone."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, startled. "The voice…it was you?"

Pansy nodded. "Will you come with me? Oh, put that away."

Ginny's fingers swept the wood in her pocket, meaning to pick it up and arm herself, that was until Pansy told her that it wasn't necessary. They walked quietly down the hall and into an empty classroom around the corner by the Great Hall. Shutting the door, Ginny stared around. "How come you just didn't tell me who you were last night?"

Pansy looked up, confused. "Are you serious, Weasley? You would have thought I'd have sent the Boggart lose on you then. I couldn't risk my identity being blown, could I? Besides, you've had a lot to deal with these past few weeks."

"Why are you doing this?" Ginny asked, not hiding the suspicion in her voice.

"You said something to me last night that had me thinking, about how we make other people feel," Pansy said calmly. "Think of this as my good deed for a lifetime, Weasley."

"Who sent the Boggart?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know," admitted the dark-haired girl. "I don't think it was sent to you, though, it might have been stuck in there."

Ginny considered this for a moment or two before saying, "That doesn't make sense. How could it be stuck somewhere…in there…shouldn't it be somewhere with a desk or a cabinet?"

Pansy smiled slightly. "You really are a Gryffindor."

Ginny blinked. "Oh! The kitchens are close by; it must have been let loose on accident and then stayed there until the doors were opened again."

The Slytherin smiled again. "I was just scrolling by; you know doing my rounds, when I heard someone in the Great Hall. I was going to deduct points until I heard them screaming like that."

"You saved me," Ginny whispered, her eyes closed, her head against the wall.

Pansy nodded. "I think you'd do the same for me, someday."

"I probably would…you know…because I'm a Gryffindor and everything."

"Oh, come off it, Weasley. You'd do it because you're a good person."

Ginny stared at Pansy. "Thank you. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

Ginny's lips twitched slightly. "Do you believe me?"

Pansy placed her hands back against one of the desks and slid onto its top, her face unreadable. She took out her wand and twirled it between her fingers, staring at the wall behind Ginny's left ear, her eyes flashing with something the redhead didn't recognize right away but would soon figure out what that look was. As Pansy went to open her mouth, the door behind them creaked and Ginny whirled around to face another Slytherin. He was the one with Blaise I saw earlier, Ginny thought, glancing at him. He was handsome.

"Parkinson, what are you doing in here with a Weasley?" he sneered, his voice cold.

Ginny blinked a few times. How dare he?

"What's up?" Pansy asked.

The stranger moved through the room, sweeping past Ginny, and she noticed as he looked down at her, he was familiar. "Snape needs to see you."

Pansy groaned. "Maybe he's just looking for a good lay."

The boy cringed. "That was really unnecessary."

As the door slammed, Ginny stared at the floor. "I don't see why you'd want to be sitting here with a Weasley."

"You act like you don't know who I am," he replied, running a hand through his long hair.

"I don't."

"That's rich. Were you hit from behind with a Confundus Charm or something?"

"That's completely…" she stopped and watched his lips curl into a smirk. "Malfoy?"

"I was under the impression you had forgotten me," Draco said, looking wounded. He sat on the desk in front of Ginny. "Now that we're alone, I have a question for you."

Ginny nodded.

"How are you going to get back at him for what he did?"

Ginny stared at him. "Excuse me?"

"Blaise," Draco sighed. "He did that to you. What are you going to do to hurt him?"

"That…that was months ago. Why didn't you say something to me sooner?"

Draco smiled softly. "Why, Weasley. How would that have looked if I have stopped you in the hall, especially if Potter was around?" He watched her squirm slightly.

"There's nothing between us anymore," said Ginny.

"Of course," Draco sat back slightly, smirking. "He's dating Granger, isn't he?"

Ginny nodded, her eyes narrowing, and she wanted to spit at him. "Yes," she whispered.

He stood and leaned close to her. "Don't you want to get back at him?" he said quietly, his fingers brushing her cheek. "You would be so happy…revenge is a blissful thing, Weasley."

Ginny's eyes widened as he brushed a hand through his hair; he was so close that she felt the fine, blond wisps fall against her shoulder. "I would never do anything with you."

"And yet," Draco replied, smirking, "your eyes say different." He pressed his lips to her neck. "You would do anything to feel that fire, wouldn't you Ginny?"

"No," she said hoarsely, her eyes fluttering shut. "He hurt me…"

"They always hurt you," he whispered roughly, gripping her arms and pulling her up. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes – brown met grey – and he smirked, his pale skin seemed to glow in the darkened room. The feel of his arms around her made her dizzy. "I can't…" she whimpered.

"Yes you can." His mouth touched hers and a spark shot through her as he fisted his hands in her hair. I'll make you forget the one's who hurt you, Ginny Weasley.