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(A/N) Hey guys! How's it going? I got the idea for this chapter on the way home from Ottowa the other day! Also, partly from sidlovesnancy1979. So, THANX! Lmao, okay, anywayz, I've been really excited to write this chapter but haven't been able to find the time. So, please, sit back and read my insane, and partially refined literature (snort)

CHAPTER DEDICATED TO SIDLOVESNANCY1979! THANX!

Chapter 4: Sex Drive is Such a Bitch

Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a Bad Ass, I had no idea, what so ever, how to get my hands on two bottles of Fire Whiskey in the next four hours. Fortunately, whenever I need something morally deprived done, I could usually count on one of my best friends, Amy. Mum had let my fly down to her house, as it was only a forty minute flight, and her house is rather close to town. I knocked on the door and it only took a moment for Clair, her mother to open it. Her mother was a tall, thin woman with absolutely no curves, she reminded me of a little of a cardboard box. She had weak scraggly blond hair which was usually pulled back in a limp, thin pony tail. She had a beautiful face, though with brilliant blue eyes, and she was one of the most friendly woman I have ever met.

"Ginevra! Dear, how have you been?" She cried, sweaping, me into a bony embrace. "Haven't seen you in months! Amy's been sulking around the house, complaining of boredom! Thank goodness you're here!" She said all this incredibly fast and I could barely follow her. I grinned at her and gently pried myself out of her grip.

"It is nice to see you too Mrs. Pialla." I said politely. My family my be poor but we are not rude. Infact, we are more often than not, more polite than the rich folk.

"Yes, yes, Amy's upstairs, why don't you run up to see her? I'll just throw together some snacks." She again spoke with amazing velocity that stunned me.

"No need, I think we will be going to town today." I said. Mrs. Pialla looked surprised. We never go to town, mostly because I never have any money to spend.

"Really? Well, that's a development! Would you like some money to buy an icecream with?" She asked, already digging through her wallet. I was about to politely refuse, when I realised I had no money with me, and there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to afford two bottles of Fire Whiskey without a little help. Damn Malfoy.

"Thank you very much Mrs. Pialla, that is very kind of you." I said as sweetly as I could manage. She handed me three Gallons and a Sickle. I sighed inwardly, that didn't exactly put a dent in the bill. Oh well, at least it was something. As I was going upstairs I felt a twinge of guilt for having used Mrs. Pialla like that. Oh well, what can you do, right? I knocked on Amy's door, but she didn't answer so I just walked in. She was sprawled across her bed with headphones on and her eyes closed. That explained it, she was trapping her hand to the rythm of the music and nodding her head slightly. Her thick raven black hair was spread out over the bright pink bedspread, and the loud blue highlights practically sparkled with the contrast. Her olive skin was clear and perfect, and she had thick long lashes. I was so jealous it wasn't even funny. Her room was painted a hot pink, with splashes of deep purple. Everything clashed horribly with my hair. She didn't hear me walk up to the bed, so I grabbed a bright pink pillow off a near by chair and smacked her with it. She screamed and fell off the bed, whipping her head phones off. It took a moment for her brain to register who I was, and then she grinned wildly.

"Ginny!" She practically flew over the bed and forced me into a bone-breaking hug, when she finally let me go she was grinning madly.

"To what do I own this unexpected visit?" She asked, flopping down to sit on the bed. I sat in the chair opposite her, pulling my knees up to my chin.

"I need your help." I said, and she sat up immidiatly, as if she could smell the misconduct in the air. I could almost feel the waves of excitement flowing off of her, and it mad me giggle.

"For what?" She asked eagerly, and I had to laugh.

"Nothing big, I just have to get some Fire Whiskey for Malfoy before dinner." I said. Her eyes glittered with devilish amusement.

"Ooh, why?" She asked earnestly, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Cause, I owe him a favour. He's living with us until school starts." Her eyes were suddenly as round as saucers.

"No way!" She said in disbelief, and I shrugged.

"Yeah, but hey, we have to go, do you have any money? I only have the three Gallons and a sickle that your mom gave me. I promise I'll pay you back." She nodded, and pulled a money bag out from under her bed.

"It's no problem, where were going, we probably won't need money." She said, flashing me her usual mischievous grin. I frowned at her, not sure if I was liking the sound of that.

"Shall we go then?" She asked sweeping it open and gesturing for me to lead the way. I grinned and nodded, and made my way out the door.

It didn't take long to get to town; we flew down together chatting on the way. Soon Amy and I landed in a damp smelly alleyway behind a bar. It smelled strongly of rotten eggs and mouldy beef, and I had the very distinct feeling that someone was watching me. Amy walked up the grimy old door confidently and rapped a little tune on the hard wood. A rather handsome guy in black slacks and a matching black button up shirt, answered the door. He had a white cigarette balanced precariously between his index and middle finger, and he rose it to his lips as her surveyed us. The ember on the cigarette burned red, and he blew smoke lazily into the air. Amy didn't hesitate to rush forwards and give him a hug around his middle. He laughed lightly and draped the arm that wasn't holding the cigarette casually around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Hey," He said, bending down to kiss her on top of her head. I averted my eyes politely, as I am used to Amy behaving this way. When I first met her, it disgusted me that she could be so flippant with her body, but once you get to know her, you discover that is simply who she was. Just because she had a different set of morals than everyone else didn't make her a bad person. She leaned back against his arm so she could meet his eyes.

"Hey Dave! How've you been?" She asked sweetly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He loosened his grip on her so he could take another drag from his cigarette. He politely blew it into the air over Amy's head.

"Alright, I guess. You want to come in? You can bring your little friend if you want." I scowled at him. I was most certainly not her little friend; did he have any idea who I was? I was about to tell him off, when he let go of Amy and disappeared into the building. Amy grabbed my arm and dragged me in after him. We found ourselves behind the bar in a smokey pub. The entire place was fairly empty as it was only two o clock and no one was drinking yet. Although, there was one man in the far corner, staring at the bottle in his hand as if it was the last thing he would ever see. Dave was leaning against the bar rail, drying out a crystal glass with a white cloth, his dark hair fell casually into his eyes making him look gorgeous. If I wasn't still stung by his earlier comment, I would deem him down right delicious. I was feeling a little apprehensive though, about being behind a bar, it wasn't exactly one of my dream destinations, and I marvelled at Amy's easy ability to simply blend in as if she belonged. Then again, she probably did come here a lot, how else would she know the bar-tender so well? Amy hopped up and sat on the bar, swinging her legs happily in the air. I moved along to examine some very vibrant posters on the wall. One said: "Please Drink Responsibly." The other one had the silhouette of a martini glass crossed with a broom, in the middle of a big red circle with a line through it. Underneath the sign it said "Don't Drink and Fly". Another, smaller sign had the words "Drunk spell casters are asking for more than a hangover" painted across it in big colourful letters. I was wondering vaguely if anyone beside myself ever paid attention to these signs when Amy called my name. I turned around to find her crouching in front of a large shelf full of different coloured bottles of alcohol. She ran her finger over some of the dusky labels, squinting at the impossibley small writing.

"What was it you needed again Gin?" She asked, pulling out a bottle filled to the brim with an acid green liquid and examining it with curiosity.

"Two bottles of Fire Whiskey is what he said." I answered coming over to stand beside her. She reached into the back of the shelf and pulled out a tall crimson red bottle. I grinned, recognising the bottle immediately, as my parents usually kept one in the secret cupboard upstairs. They would have noticed if it was gone however, so I hadn't even attempted to steal it.

"Great!" I said, taking to bottle from her as she reached into the back of the shelf again to get another one. She stood up and handed it too me, and I grinned at her.

"You find what you needed?" Dave asked from the bar rail. He was half way through drying his third glass by now, his cigarette half gone and balanced between his lips.

"Yeah," Amy said, grinning at him. She slid her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. He smirked at her, and continued to wipe the crystal glass dry.

"How much do I owe you?" She asked, her voice low, and his smirk widened. He put down his glass and swept his cigarette out of his mouth, pulling her up to meet his lips. I leaned against the shelf with my bottles of Fire Whisky and watched then snog for a few minutes until Amy pushed him away coyly.

"It's on me." He whispered huskily into her ear, and she kissed him again enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes and pushed up off the shelf, glancing at my watch. It was almost three and I still wanted to get some window shopping done before I went back home. I cleared my throat, causing Dave and Amy to surface for a moment.

"Amy, it's time to go." I said impatiently, and made my way to the door. I saw her give him one last chaste kiss before following me out. He gave Amy a short wave and leaned back against the bar rail, a satisfied smirk on his lips. I shut the door with a snap behind me and I sighed with relief. I was glad to be out of there, thye smoke was starting to make me feel sick.

I knew better to ask Amy if she was going out with the bar tender, I knew she wasn't. Like I said, that's just how Amy is. She's pretty much the biggest flirt you will ever meet. Lots of girls don't like her because of it, but I don't mind. Despite what they may think, she doesn't sleep around, she just likes to snog…lots of different people. Anyway, she's a great friend and very loyal, and I love her. So, screw what every one else thinks.

"So, you and Malfoy going to get smashed?" She asked, with a mischievous grin on her face. " Don't let him get you too drunk, he's going to want to get in your pants." I felt my jaw hit the ground and she burst into laughter. I could only imagine how idiotic the expression on my face looked.

"Oh Merlin! I would never ever-" She laughed lightly and brush my indignant rant off like imaginary dust.

"Sure you wouldn't." She said, smirking at me as we made our way across the streey into 'Stitches and Trims.' "C'mon, you can't tell me you don't think he's hot. The man is practically a sex god. The stories I have heard would curl your toes Ginny." She said dreamily. "Man, what I would give to take him for a test drive." She laughed lightly and I knew she was joking. But still, the very idea of even touching Malfoy made my skin crawl. I glared at her.

"I would never even think of touching that death eater scum." Amy sighed, and glanced up at me.

"Sometimes, it's not that easy to control yourself Ginny. Trust me…I know." I frowned at her dark expression as she pushed open the door. I followed her into the store, silently mulling over what she had said. I was suddenly feeling an ominous sense of dread. The scary part was, I didn't know why.

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I knocked softly on Malfoy's door later that day. I had both bottles of whisky held in my right hand by the necks, and a plate of food in the other. For a moment, I though Malfoy hadn't heard me knock, but to my dissapointment, the door finally swung open. And there he was, in all his blond glory, the setting sun shinning through the window behind him. His gaze fell on the bottles in my hand and he smirked at me, stepping aside to let me in. I put the bottles and the plate on his trunk as he shut the door quietly behind me. The second I let go of the bottles, I moved away from them, and Malfoy took my place. He ran one of his fingers almost lovingly over the dusty glass of the bottle, before picking it up and breaking the seal. He took one long sip and a look of pure bliss crossed his face. His brow knitted together in a slight frown and he closed his eyes, as if to savour the moment. He rested the bottle against his lips several moments longer than necessary, then finally opened his eyes. He glanced up at me, and his frown deepened. His gaze flickered up my body, and I was again, painfully aware of how little my old t-shirt covered. It ended well above my belly button, and had a rather low neckline, from years of pulling it roughly over my head. He sneared at me slyly and held the bottle out to me.

"Have a drink with me Weasely." He said dryly, and I couldn't help but be suspicious about his tone. I snorted indignantly.

"Hell no. I don't drink." I snapped, and a split second later, I realised I had made a mistake. Amusement flashed across his face and for one horrible moment I though he was going to laugh at me. Instead, he let his face fall back into its usual stony expression and took another sip of whisky, this time, not taking his eyes off me. I almost squirmed under his gaze, I was feeling horribly uncomfortable.

"The way you talk, Weasely, people are going to think you're a virgin." I felt my face heat up and I blushed furiously. For a split second, a look of pure astonishment crossed Malfoy's face.

"You're are virgin, aren't you? He asked, his voice suddenly low. I blushed and looked away. I nodded minutely, embarrassment coursing through every fibre of my being. Why was I embarrassed? I had nothing to be ashamed of…it was good that I was waiting, wasn't it? I remember I had a reason for waiting so long…why couldn't I remember it? Malfoy put the bottle of whisky down on his trunk and made his way towards me. His eyes were full of lust, and the pure need that was emanating from him made me back up. I backed up until I found the wall, and then there was no where to run. He was in front of me, so close I could smell his cologne. It was a spicy peppermint smell, laced with the sharp scent of the cinnamon flavoured whisky. He ran his hands up the sides of my arms to my shoulders and leaned towards me. I was too stunned to move, my heart was beating like mad and I was positive he would hear it. He bent his head close to me, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"I could fix that for you, Weasely." He hissed huskily into my ear. I could barely breath let alone speak. He nipped my ear lobe gently and I jumped, nearly having a heart attack. He kissed me delicately just below my ear, his hot lips making me quiver. I couldn't believe this was happening. What was wrong with me? Push him away! Tell him to go to hell! DO SOMETHING! My mind was screaming at me, but if I am going to be honest with you, I really didn't want to. What he was doing just felt so good. He was such a good kisser; I couldn't help but want more. He kissed his way slowly too my mouth, his tongue begging entrance. I was still frozen, and couldn't seem to make myself move or even respond. But, when he ran his hand back down my arm and slipped it under my top, I gasped involuntarily. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. Before I knew what I was doing, I slid my hand up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer. He kissed me forcefully, as if I belonged to him. When I thought I couldn't take any more, he slid his hand farther up my top. I gasped into his mouth and he smirked against my lips. The smirk, more than anything was what made me snap back to reality. I broke away from him, gasping.

"Malfoy…" I said breathlessly, but he ignored me. He left a train of wet kisses down the side of my neck and across my collar bone, he slid his hand around my back and found the clasp to my bra in no time.

"Malfoy!" I said, slightly more forcefully, and pushed him away. He lost the hook of my bra, and growled in protest. I slid my hand away from his neck and down to his chest, pushing him away again, this time, with a little more determination.

"I can't do this." I said, still breath less. He pressed himself against me and kissed the crook of my neck.

"Sure you can." He said huskily into my ear, nipping my ear lobe gently again, causing me to shiver. "It won't mean anything…let me have you." He hissed against my neck and I pushed him away again.

"That's why I can't do it. My first time is supposed to mean something. It's supposed to be special." I said, and he frowned at me. He dropped his hands to his side, and stepped back.

"Fine. Get out." He said sharply, turning away and snatching up his bottle of whisky. I was infuriated.How dare he?

"Don't you get all snarky with me just because I won't sleep with you!" I hissed, watching as he took a big sip of the whisky. "I went through all that trouble to get you your damn alcohol, you better pay me some respect!" I snapped, stepping forwards agressivly. He spun around to face me. His eyes dark with lust and rage.

"Get out Weasely, before I do something we will both regret." The rage that had filled me moments ago diminished immediately and was replaced with fear. The animal look on his face made my heart skip a beat. I forced myself to glare at him long and hard before turning on my heel and marching out the door. I slammed it behind me as hard as I could, somewhat infuriated that he could scare me so easily. Well, I can't say I didn't learn anything new about him this time…Draco Malfoy is a really good kisser.

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I glared down at the bottle in my hand before taking another swig. Damn her, damn her, damn her. Little bint… my heart was still beating like mad. I wanted so badly to just race after her and tear all her clothes off…I smirked evilly at my whisky and sat on the bed, the crimson red bottle held loosely in my fingers. I have no idea what's wrong with me…I thought I had more control than this! I guess it's the alcohol…my mind connects alcohol and sex in a lot of ways. Damn her though…her and her morals. She wanted to, I know she did, I could feel it. She wanted me as much as I wanted her…and did I ever. My breathing sped up just thinking about it, and I had to close my eyes for a moment, trying to control the unbelievably strong desire that welled up inside me. I wanted her, I wanted to feel her naked body beneath mine. I wanted to make her scream and writhe and beg for me to touch her. I wanted to have her like no man has ever had her before…a virgin…can you believe that? There is nothing more appealing than a woman who hasn't been taken yet, and I wanted to be the one to take her. It wasn't about love, or fuzzy feelings. It was about power, dominence, and passion. In that moment, it didn't matter that she was a Weasely and I was a Malfoy. All that mattered was that I wanted her.

Maybe with a bit more to drink, I would snap out of it. Sure, keep telling yourself that... I thought cynically to myself taking a long gulp of the cinnamon flavoured whiskey. It burned blissfully all the way down, and numbed the heat that was flushed through me. Who cares if she's a Weasely? I'm a Malfoy and I want her. Malfoy's always get what they want. It wouldn't be hard, she seemed to be the type that was easily romanced. All I had to do was seduce her. Luckily for me, suduction is one of my many talents…

(A/U) Too much action too soon? Juicy enough? Do you want more? Tell me what you, think! Tell me what you want! If you tell me what you want to see in the next chapter, I might use it! ;) So please leave a nice long review!

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