A/N: I own nothing… which is actually overwhelmingly true, sadly.

"Malfoy! Malfoy, wait up!"

Ginny ran down the hall, dodging students and teachers alike, trying to catch up with the Slytherin. She ignored the flabbergasted looks she was getting from all the people she passed; after all, it wasn't everyday a Weasely ran around chasing after a Malfoy.

"Malfoy!"

He finally seemed to hear her because he turned around in a smooth, quick movement and saw her, chasing him like an absolute lunatic. He raised a perfect eyebrow, his face showed a flash of annoyance, but he stopped walking. His friends stopped too, but she saw him give a curt word, and they were moving again. He just stood there looking like a Greek God. An annoyed Greek God.

"Thanks for –gasp! — waiting for—wheeze!—me!" She rasped out once she'd caught up with him.

"What do you want, Weaselette?" He said irritably.

"I… look I, umm…" She had been so focused on finding a way to talk to Malfoy, that she hadn't even considered what she would say once she did. What was she supposed to say now? 'Hey, I think you're an evil git, and you think I'm a spineless blood traitor, but I like the way your tongue felt when it was down my throat, so I was wondering if you'd wanna do it again sometime?'

Probably NOT the best approach…

"Weasel, were you planning on saying something anytime soon, or am I just here so you can waste my oxygen?" He crossed his arms haughtily in front of his chest, and was smirking at her.

She tried again to say something, she tried to form something not completely insane to say to him, but the words wouldn't come. Finally, he gave a grunt of impatience and turned to walk away.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night!" She practically bellowed it at him, which was actually unnecessary because he had only gotten a few feet from her. He turned on his heel and glowered at her. Somewhere in her subconscious she prayed he didn't notice that all the passer-byers had heard her and were now watching them with an avid interest.

He did notice, and he turned the full force of his glower to the crowd.

"Move NOW!" Draco yelled. Ginny had never seen so many people scatter for their survival so quickly before in her life. But her attention was snatched back to Malfoy as he turned sourly to face her head-on. "What about last night?" She wrung her hands together.

"I- I kissed you." That insufferable smirk was back.

"Oh, I might have noticed that." She wanted nothing more then to smack that pleased smirk off his face.

"…And you kissed me back." Now his face was stone cold, and she gulped. Would he deny it? Would he tease her about it? Would he threaten her into never telling another soul? She really didn't know what he was going to do and all she wanted to do was go run to her Gryffindor tower and hide, but she had began already and she was going to finish. "I want to know why." He was not happy. His eyes narrowed and he took three long strides toward her, invading her personal space.

"Do you, now." It was not a question. She took a step backwards, but he followed her with another step forward. "And what, exactly, do you expect me to say." Another step forward, another backwards. "That I was inspired by your luscious lips and sparkling eyes?" Another step forward, another—oh no! A wall! And he moved in, a predator approaching its prey.

"Malfoy, I—!" She couldn't complete her what-was-sure-to-be-ridiculous statement; she was too busy gasping in surprise. Malfoy was inches away from her. He wasn't touching her but his closeness was intimidating. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head and placed a delicate kiss on her collarbone.

Ginny felt her breath catch in her throat. What-? What was-? She couldn't complete even a coherent thought. "Did you think I'd say that I've been craving you since before I could remember?" He kissed behind her ear and nuzzled her neck. Ginny moaned, and unconsciously leaned toward him to give him better access. She could feel him smirking about it against her skin, but couldn't make herself be mad at him.

"Did you hope I'd change my ways to be with you?" Running his lips along her jaw, she knew he could feel her tremble in response. And then his lips brushed against her own. Hers parted in response, but he didn't kiss her, not yet.

"What did you expect, Weasel?" And his lips were on hers. The moment their lips touched, she knew this wasn't going to be soft. Malfoy ravaged her mouth cruelly. He was suckling and biting her lips fiercely. She shivered unwillingly and abandoned herself in his kiss. She couldn't help it, he was too demanding, too suffocating. His hot tongue then traced her lips demanding an entrance that she gave him. She felt him smirk against her mouth as he sought after her tongue. Ginny now knew why girls were all craving Draco Malfoy. He was a bloody git, but he was an amazing kisser. And then he released her.

"If you were expecting any of that, Little Weasel," he whispered in her ear, his fingers tracing her chin lightly, "you were wrong." And then he turned and sauntered away.

Ginny allowed herself to slide down the hallway wall and touched a shaking hand to her bruised lips.

That was just… wow.

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