A/N: Many, many thanks to the best beta there is, Rowan-Greenleaf. She is the goddess supreme and I lay myself at her feet.

I feel no shame in plugging the forum for voting on the Ginny Draws Draco Challenge prompted by Rowan-Greenleaf. As stated in Chapter 1 this story is related to stories posted in the challenge.

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Disclaimer: JKR would never claim this; I can barely claim it as mine.

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CHAPTER SIX

Ginny threw herself out of the Slytherin bed and stomped out the door. She couldn't believe that no one had given her any warning about what to expect when sleeping in the snake pit. No House loyalty, then, to the invited guest of the Head of House, the girlfriend of the Prince.

Said Prince was going on her 'list' for this one. He must have known about this little problem, having been friends with the Slytherin girl for years.

Pansy snored so loudly that Ginny had woken when it started, thinking the Hogwart's Express had routed itself through the room. Who knew such a dainty little pug nose could make that kind of noise?

Ginny went to the common room and sat in front of the fire. She had only just fallen asleep when Pansy's horrible snoring began, and she was exhausted from all of the emotional stress she had been under.

She desperately wanted sleep and didn't know where to turn. She wrapped herself in a blanket she pulled off the couch and laid a couch cushion in front of the fire for a pillow, hoping the heat would make her drowsy.

She lay on her back and tried her old standby of trying to turn off her thoughts. If she could quiet down her brain this would often help her get to sleep. She started targeting each errant thought as it came up and attempted to shut it down. Ginny was groggy from her exhaustion and she fought to catch the thought that kept trying to remind her of something Professor Snape had spoken about tonight. She became irritated at her lack of success and told herself to 'Shut it!'

Ginny turned herself towards the fire and didn't see Draco as he entered the room tousling his hair in a tired manner.

Draco couldn't believe what he was seeing. The girl he knew he was falling in love with was lying on the floor in front of the fire like some pitiful step-sister character from a fairy tale.

He strode over and silently lifted her up off the floor.

Ginny squeaked and turned her head quickly into his chin. Her eyes widened when she realised it was only Draco and that she had hurt him. In fact, there was a small trail of blood coming from his swelling bottom lip.

"Come on princess; let's get you to a proper bed."

"Draco, you're bleeding."

"It's okay. I'll wash it off in my bathroom. You're staying in my room tonight." Draco looked down at the waif-like girl in his arms, and didn't want her to be anywhere else tonight.

"But Professor Snape said-"

Draco softly cut Ginny off. "You're in the House of Slytherin. Ambition and cunning rule here. He expects us to get what we want. And tonight I want you and me to get some sleep."

Ginny couldn't help but agree with him and relaxed against him as he opened his door. He had just one candle burning at his bedside table and it gave a soft glow to the bed. The fire burning on the other side of the room was warm and also gave a soft overall glow to the room.

Draco set her on the bed as she noticed all this and went through a door on the wall to her right. Ginny heard water running and realised this was a private bath. A little spark of jealousy flared up about that fact.

How many times had she wished to share a bathroom with only one girl, instead of four and he had his own private bath? She snickered to herself that Draco probably did need it to ensure his hair was properly maintained and so that he had somewhere to keep all of those hair products she imagined that he owned.

Draco walked out of the bathroom and her mirth was instantly forgotten. His bottom lip was really swelling up though it looked like the bleeding had stopped.

"Oh Draco. I'm so sorry." Ginny felt really guilty looking at him, knowing it was her fault.

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. You take blame for things that aren't your fault. I wish you wouldn't do that to yourself." He sat next to her on the bed and she couldn't help but twitch a little with anticipation.

Anticipation of what though?

"I know you're right Draco. It's just such a habit that I don't even know I'm doing it anymore. I guess it comes from taking the blame for the twins so many times. Let me heal that for you." Ginny touched his lip lightly with her wand and spoke a gentle healing spell. She looked up at him through her lashes and said, "All better now."

She was looking at Draco with soft eyes, and he couldn't stop himself. After their first and only kiss had instantly turned to angst, he wasn't sure if he should try again. He didn't want to scare her, or add to her stress.

"Ginny. I think I'm going to kiss you now." His eyes held hers looking for fear, or repulsion, but saw only the soft heart that was Ginny.

He put his hands along her neck and jaw, so that his thumbs lay just in front of her perfect, dainty ears. He slowly drew her towards him, giving her the chance to pull away, but she only fluttered her eyes closed and gave a soft sigh.

Her lips were like warm caramel. They were soft and sweet, with a warm firmness. It felt like he had never kissed anyone before and now he was kissing this angel. She was kissing him back with such emotion; it was as if she wanted him to read every word her lips were telling.

Draco knew he was head over heels in love with this girl. Falling was no longer the appropriate tense; he had fallen, fast and hard. She gave him everything that she was, knowing that there was every chance she could get hurt by him. He didn't want to live another moment without that unfailing faith in his life.

He needed Ginny to remind him that emotions were not always a weakness. He was raised to hide them, ignore them, and deny that there were such things inside him. He didn't want to hide that bit of humanity any more.

He didn't want to become a walking teddy bear or anything…but he wanted to experience emotions with Ginny, good and bad.

As Draco was coming to this realisation Ginny was coming to one of her own. She never wanted to stop kissing Draco Malfoy.

Ginny found herself becoming a bit disoriented. She felt Draco solidly sitting next to her on the bed, yet she felt weightless. Is this what all those shameless romance novels were talking about? Was this warmth she felt in her chest that was quickly becoming a heated inferno love? Perhaps lust, she didn't have enough experience of either to figure it out.

Ginny had never done much physically with any of her boyfriends before this. If she was really honest with herself, she hadn't really wanted to.

Thinking back, she remembered she would fantasise about having sex with Harry, but she had always been too afraid. Harry had never done more than grope her a few times anyway, so she had never really bothered about it. Dean had been sweet and respectful and they hadn't dated long enough for her to consider it.

Ginny knew she was much less experienced than most girls in Gryffindor in sixth or seventh year. She was pretty sure even Hermione was shagging Ron by now, and she was a real prude. But until now Ginny hadn't considered that her lack of experience would cause her any difficulty.

Pulling herself back to awareness and pushing away her doubts, she found she had moved herself into Draco's lap and he was gripping her tightly. Instinctively Ginny was matching him lunge for lunge and stroke for stroke. She had never felt as if she was being devoured by someone and found it stimulating. Each time Draco thrust his tongue deeper she opened herself more. When Michael had shoved his tongue down her throat she had felt repulsed and would quickly bring their snogging session to an end.

Wanting more of these newfound feelings of desire she shifted herself until she was straddling Draco and she felt heady with the feeling of control that she felt. She heard a soft moan and realised it was her.

Draco had put his palms against her lower back and his touch was cool on her heated skin. Her mind was swirling and she was becoming confused by the onrush of all the new feelings she was experiencing with Draco. She knew she wanted more but this was too new and she didn't want to ruin what they had worked to develop between them.

As if sensing her thoughts Draco slowed his kisses. He began kissing her jaw and neck with slow, open kisses. He laid a hot trail to her ear and breathed out her name.

If she hadn't already convinced herself that they should slow down she definitely would have ravaged him after hearing his husky voice in her ear whispering her name.

"Yeah, okay." Ginny's voice was shaking from the jolt of what she was now sure was lust that had rocketed through her when Draco spoke her name. His hands were ghosting up and down her back but were not pushing for stronger contact.

"Maybe we should get some sleep now." Ginny felt warmth of a different kind at Draco's words. She realised he had said this to keep her from looking like a little girl who got scared. She pulled herself off of Draco's lap and settled next to him.

Draco was such a gentleman. She couldn't fathom how she had never noticed that about him. Of course, until just a short time ago he had only shown his arrogant and cold nature to her and her friends.

"You sleep in my bed Ginny, I'll take the couch." Giving her a few more pecks on her jaw and lips he rose to prepare his new bed for the night. If she hadn't known she loved him before, she was sure of it now.