Indecent Chapter 3

Detention

Saturday night. The Big Night. Detention with Draco Malfoy.

What could be more perfect??

Ginny was preparing for the night as if she had a hot date rather than detention with a teacher who disliked her. She had showered, put a slight curling charm on her hair, applied some mascara, and had altered her uniform even further. Her plaid skirt was shorter than ever, but she had put a sweater over her white blouse. Very casual, but still very sexy. She left her to fall down past her shoulders in waves. She was ready.

Onward and forthright to my detention with Professor Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy sat at his desk, grading his first week's papers. He would have considered his first week rather boring, except for the Weasley girl. She had continued to flirt with Clowes, only in a less obvious manner than the way she had during the first class. He'd be lying to himself if he said that it didn't bother him to see Clowes flirting back. The worst part of it all was that it seemed as if Weasley was doing this whole show for Draco.

Speak of the devil.

Ginny Weasley had arrived, and boy did she look good. Draco immediately tried to shake this thought out of his head, but that was a very difficult task. Her skirt seemed to be indecently short (even more so than usual), however at least tonight she had put a sweater on. Not that it could hide the fact that the youngest Weasley was a remarkable sight. Draco cleared his throat in order to get some control over him. He had to remain the one in charge.

"Alright Weasley, for your detention you're going to clear off all the desks and scrub them until I can see my reflection in them."

"But professor don't you already have enough mirrors to primp yourself in?"

This girl sure is brave.

Draco sighed saying, "That's enough Weasley, get to work. And no magic." He then went to work grading the third years' essays, doing his best to ignore the redheaded girl in his presence.

Ginny was almost sure she saw Malfoy's eyes light up when she entered the dungeon, but one could never be sure when dealing with the arrogant prat.

Okay, it's time to start this seduction.

With that thought in mind, Ginny began picking up the various jars and taking them over to the storage closet. After glancing quickly around the small closet, she realized she had a perfect opportunity. She put away all the jars until she was down to the final one, Azrum, which belonged on the top shelf. She tried to reach the shelf, extending her entire body, even though she knew it was futile. Ginny had to make sure Malfoy was watching. She smiled as she heard that all-too-familiar sigh, followed by his haughty voice.

"Problems, Weasley?" Her smile was hidden from his view.

"I think you know quite well that I can't reach this shelf, Professor."

Malfoy mumbled something about pathetic Weasleys and came to her assistance. Ginny didn't move from her position facing the shelves until he was right behind her. As he grabbed the bottle that she had temporarily set on a lower shelf and reached to set it on the higher shelf Ginny took this opportunity to turn around. They were barely inches apart, his eyes looking down into hers.

Draco was temporarily frozen, caught in a somewhat intimate moment with a student.

Do not do anything stupid!

So as hard as it was, Draco set the jar on the shelf, stepped back, needlessly adjusted his tie, and returned to his desk. This was the last thing he needed right now. He had come to Hogwarts to spy for the Dark Lord, not be seduced by some little Weasley whore. And that's all she was, he reminded himself, a dirt-poor, Mudblood-loving whore. There's no way he could touch her, even if she was the most fuckable girl he had seen in a long time. Weasley had finished the simple enough task of clearing the desks and now had turned to the more time-consuming task of washing them all. She was currently bending over the desk in front of him, her almost nonexistent skirt rising up her thighs the whole time.

Unable to stop himself, Draco licked his lips.

Look away, look away!

Using all his willpower, he looked down and continued grading the papers. Despite trying to concentrate on his work, he could ignore how unbelievable hard he was. Weasley was affecting him, and he had to put an end to it. He stood up abruptly, pushing back his chair and startling the girl in front of him.

Weasley turned around quickly, a surprised look on her face.

"Is there something wrong professor," the redheaded nymph asked him innocently.

Draco smirked. No amount of eyelash batting would get her out of this situation.

A/N: OK, I know, I know, this is a very short chapter. It's more of just a teaser, since I feel so bad about the very long wait for a chapter. I will have more out before the end of my break (so within the next two weeks). Hopefully it won't be that long, I'm really gonna try to get more out ASAP. Thanks for your patience and all your reviews! Reviews really do inspire me to write, especially when they are specific, but any review is appreciated! Even the one from Anon who wrote: "GINNY CAN GO TO HELL! FUCKEN BITCH." Nice. That kinda made my day. J I'll give a more detailed thank you and responses in the next chapter. One last thing: If you're interested in joining a Yahoo Group about this story, my other fiction, and possibly other fiction, please say so in your review! It would be a good way to inform people of updates and I think it'd keep me focused on writing (and finishing) this story.