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After lunch, Ginny and Hermione went to the library to relax. When they had settled into their usual spot at the back of the library, Ginny recounted everything that had happened to Hermione. When she had finished, Hermione just sat in her chair, looking thoughtful.
Finally, she said, "So Zabini likes you?"
"It looks like it."
"And you're actually going to go stay in Malfoy's room tonight?"
"Well, I have to, don't I? I don't want to wake up tomorrow with a murderer for a boyfriend."
Hermione looked incredulous. "But Ginny, think of what could happen. I mean, you're going to be in Malfoy's bedroom. He could take advantage of you!"
Ginny glared at her. "You don't think I can take care of myself?" she asked Hermione coldly.
"Well, of course I do, Gin! But this is Malfoy we're talking about."
"And I happen to trust him."
Hermione just stared at Ginny. Finally, she sighed and held up her hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Fine. I guess you can. Just promise me you'll take extra care. You will be in Slytherin territory, and the last time I checked, they hate Gryffindors."
"Don't worry, 'Mione," Ginny smiled. "If anyone has a problem with me, I can just hex them into oblivion."
"Ginny! That is not the answer!" Hermione scolded her, looking indignant, but Ginny just laughed.
Talking to Hermione always made her feel better and this time was no exception. Ginny was back to her old self by the time dinner rolled around, and all thoughts of Zabini had disappeared.
Ginny walked into the Great Hall laughing, with Hermione at her side. When she took a seat, however, her smile disappeared. She felt eyes on her and when she looked up, she saw Zabini staring at her intently.
She quickly looked down, but still felt his eyes boring holes into her.
Overall, dinner was a very uncomfortable affair. What with Ron not speaking to her, Harry not daring to anger Ron more by talking to her, and Zabini's eyes permanently glued on her, Ginny felt her good mood disappearing completely.
Eventually, people started to leave the Great Hall as dinner ended, but Ginny stayed rooted in her seat. She had told Draco that she would meet him after dinner, but wanted to postpone that meeting as late as possible.
She watched as Zabini left, and felt herself relax. Maybe staying the night with Draco would alleviate the stress that Zabini had left her with. Make her forget the memory of earlier that day.
Ginny felt someone slide into the seat next to her and she stiffened. Great. He found me.
"When you didn't meet me, I thought maybe you were going to skip out on tonight," Draco whispered in her ear. Ron was glaring murderously at him, but Harry was looking away, and Ginny saw his face was red.
"Hello, Malfoy," Hermione said curtly.
"Granger," Draco nodded his head in her direction and then looked back down at Ginny. "You ready?"
I guess it wouldn't do any good to keep postponing it. Besides, I lost my appetite.
"Yeah," she said, standing up. "See you, 'Mione."
"See you," Hermione said as she watched Draco get up and place his arm around Ginny's waist. With a sigh, Ginny let Draco lead her out of the Great Hall and down the halls towards the dungeons.
When they were out of earshot, Ginny had to ask. "So, how am I going to stay with you tonight if you share a dormitory?"
Draco just laughed. "Well, if you have to know, I'm Head Boy. And the Head Boy and Girl get their own rooms. I'm sure you should know that, with Granger being Head Girl."
Oh yeah, of course Draco has his own room. How could I have forgotten that he was Head Boy with 'Mione?
"I... forgot," she said, as she felt herself blush.
"Obviously," he said with a smirk.
"Oh shut up, you arrogant prick," she laughed, as she swatted him in the chest.
"You'll be sorry you said that," Draco growled as he scooped her up into his arms, bridal style.
"Let me down," Ginny whined, as she squirmed in his arms.
"Nope," he replied simply as he opened a dark brown door that Ginny hadn't realized was there a moment before.
As he walked in, still carrying her, Ginny looked around with wonder. The room was big; about the same size as Hermione's but with silver and green garnishing instead of red and gold. On the far wall was a huge four poster bed with green sheets and silver bed-hangings. On the wall to her right was a huge fireplace, with two lounge chairs not unlike the ones in the Gryffindor common room and a desk pushed in the far corner. A dresser was the only thing that adorned the left wall other than a door that Ginny guessed led into the Slytherin common room, which was the case with Hermione's room.
"Nice room," she smirked.
"Glad you think so, since you'll be staying here until I tell you you can leave," he winked and dropped her on the bed. Before she could protest, he was kneeling over her, and his lips were pressed to hers.
Every thought left Ginny's mind as Draco's lips found hers. Every thought, that is, except the fact that she wanted him. As he pressed his body against hers, Ginny took it upon herself to remove his robes, his tie, and his shirt. As she ran her hands along his bare chest, Draco inhaled sharply. She smiled at the effect she had on him.
"What do you think's so funny?" Draco growled as he broke the kiss and stared down at her.
"Oh, nothing," she said, smiling coyly.
"Uh huh," was his only reply as he bent down and nipped at her bottom lip. Her gasp allowed him access and he crashed his mouth to hers, his tongue roaming the confines of her mouth. He tasted like cinnamon.. As their kiss grew deeper, Draco took off her robe, and started unbuttoning her shirt, slowly.
Only when he had finally thrown her shirt to the ground, did he break the kiss. His mouth brushed along her jaw and down to her neck, where he nibbled gently, while his hands caressed her. Slowly, they made their way upward, until they cupped Ginny's breasts.
She moaned softly. "Draco."
"Ginevra," he whispered huskily, his breath heavy on her neck.
"Kiss me," she demanded as she wound her fingers in his hair, and pulled his head up so she could press her lips to his once more.
Ginny fell asleep that night in Draco's arms. Every thought of Zabini had disappeared, and all she wanted was to lay there next to Draco forever. He made her feel safe.
"Good night, Ginevra," he whispered as he kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her.
"G'night," Ginny mumbled as sleep washed over her.
The next morning, Ginny woke to someone stroking her hair. She smiled, but didn't open her eyes. "Good morning," she said, savoring the moment.
"Good morning," a voice very unlike Draco's said. Wait a second, I know that voice. Ginny's eyes flew open, only to be staring into the golden eyes of Blaise Zabini.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked with every ounce of coldness she could muster.
"Oh, so cold. You hurt me," he said mockingly, but he smiled. "I thought maybe you'd be glad to see me."
"And why in bloody hell would I be glad to see you?"
"Like I said before, I know you want me," Zabini said, as he ran his finger down her cheek.
"Like hell I do. And get your hand off me," Ginny said through her teeth. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Can he not figure that I hate his guts?
Zabini took his hand off her like she had said, but before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers. Every ounce of her being screamed for her to push him away. Thankfully, however, she didn't need to. He pulled away a second later, a gleam in his eye.
"Can you tell me now that you don't want me?" he asked, eying her playfully.
This sent Ginny over the edge. Who the hell does this guy think he is? She practically leapt off the bed and slammed her hands into his chest, causing him to stagger backward.
"I can tell you -no, I can assure you- that I do not and will not ever want you," Ginny shouted at him, anger filling her head.
This did not have the desired effect. Zabini only smiled, as he eyed her up and down. "Damn. Draco's a lucky guy."
Ginny was confused, but then she looked down. All she was wearing was her underwear, and her bra, neither concealing much of anything. She felt a blush rising on her cheeks, but didn't cower or try to hide herself. She refused to show any kind of vulnerability in from of this guy. Instead, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him defiantly.
For a few minutes, all they did was stare at each other, Ginny glaring, and Zabini staring at her body. Finally, Zabini broke the silence. "You know, I've been trying to convince myself that Draco's fury wouldn't be worth having you, but I can't seem to do it."
"Obviously, you're not trying hard enough."
"But how can I, when you're standing there, looking gorgeous and half-naked?" he asked, his eyes roaming her body as if she wasn't even there.
"Then leave. I'm sure a door and several thousand feet would definitely help," she sneered, gesturing towards the door. Zabini took a few steps, but then turned towards her, a hungry look in his eye. Before she even saw him move, his body was pressed against hers and his mouth consumed hers hungrily. He held her wrists down at her sides so she couldn't get away.
She tried in vain to get away but he was strong. When she finally felt him pull away, she opened her eyes which she had squeezed shut in order to block out as much of him as possible. The sight before her was alarming. Draco had Zabini up against a wall, his fists grabbing the front of his robes.
"Why the hell were you snogging my girlfriend?" Draco growled menacingly.
"Why did you leave her here unprotected?" Zabini asked calmly. He seemed to be amused at what was happening.
"The door was locked and nobody knows the password but you."
Zabini shrugged. "Should have changed the password, then, hm?"
"Zabini, you total git." Draco looked ready to kill. Ginny rushed forward, and tried to pry Draco away from Zabini.
"Draco, let go of him," she pleaded, staring in to his eyes. His eyes remained fixed on Zabini. If she hadn't had the same look used on her before by her older brothers, Ginny would have been terrified. But that was the benefit of having older brothers. She didn't scare easily. "Let him go, Draco. Now," she demanded, her grip tightening.
Draco just stood there, glaring at Zabini. "Let him go now, or I swear I will walk out of this room right now and never show you the time of day again."
This seemed to have a more desirous effect. Slowly, Draco unclenched his hands and let go of Zabini. As they both stepped away from the wall, Ginny took aim and punched Zabini straight in the nose.
She smiled as she pulled away and there was blood. "Now leave," she said, pointing towards the door.
Zabini smiled and did walk towards the door. Before he opened it, however, he faced Ginny and said, "I hope you know I'm not giving up." With that, he turned around, opened the door, and stepped out, holding his nose which was now bleeding profusely.
As soon as he was gone, Ginny turned to face Draco, who seemed to be having a really hard time keeping his temper. He was shaking and his usually pale face was flushed with anger.
"What happened?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I woke up to him stroking my hair, and when I opened my eyes he kissed me, more or less. And then when I got up and shouted at him and told him to leave, he started snogging me and that's when you came in," Ginny explained.
She stood there and watched him. She could tell he was trying his hardest not to get angry, and she smiled, happy that he was making an attempt to keep his promise to her.
"What are you smiling about? My best friend just came in and sexually harassed you," he said bitterly, but Ginny couldn't help but grin.
"It just makes me happy to see you keeping your promise. I told you I could take care of myself. His broken nose should prove that." This got a little smile out of him.
"Get dressed. I brought breakfast, and classes should be starting in about half an hour," he said. Draco still looked angry, but he seemed to be calming down.
Ginny walked over to him, and wound her arms around his neck so she could pull his head down to meet hers. She kissed him softly, and then whispered, "Thank you. And don't worry. I like you, and you only."
Draco's gray eyes softened as he stared into Ginny's brown ones. "Me too," he whispered back and then leaned down to kiss her once more.
