Author's Notes: You like me! You really like me!! That makes me happy!! So here is the third chapter. Fourth? Who knows. Review!
Also thanks to those who did. I would list them all but…holy crap there's a lot of ya!
Disclaimer: I wish I had a Slytherin Prince. I have a Duke. Granted he's a dog…..
Draco Malfoy glared across the Great Hall. Six days. It had been Six whole days since he had seen a certain Ginny Weasley. There she was sitting at the Gryffindor table laughing with Potter and Granger. Didn't she need him as badly as he did her? Draco exhaled. It was Granger. She was EVERWHERE! Anytime Draco tried to catch Ginny alone; the bushy Head Girl was there. The library, the hallways. It was driving the Slytherin Prince mad. He continued to stare at her from across the hall. Draco needed her. It was taking all his energy not to storm over to the Gryffindor table and snog her senseless. Draco cracked his knuckles as Potter wrapped an arm around her. He couldn't take it. Draco stood his eyes never leaving the sexy redhead across the hall and stormed out.
Ginny's breath caught as Draco Malfoy stormed out. Six long, boring days. She needed him. Now. But Hermione had become her conjoined twin. Ginny had a sinking suspicion that Hermione knew something. She had tried to ditch her many times but she was smarter than that. Ginny licked her lips as she thought of Draco and his luscious lips. He was tormenting her. Always there but just out of reach. Ginny couldn't take it. She stood and stormed out, and to her dismay, Hermione followed.
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Ginny groaned in frustration. Drat that woman! Couldn't she let her be? They where now on their way to the Gryffindor Common Room; for the sixth and seventh year break. Just ahead Ginny could see his soft, sleek blonde hair and his well-chiseled chest. Ginny wanted to scream! She was desperate, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Ginny quickly glanced around and smiled as she saw a sixth year Hufflepuff with an arm full of books. A quick whish of her wand and the boy and his books came tumbling, straight for Hermione.
Not turning to see if Hermione had gotten hit Ginny raced forward and grabbed the Slytherin pushing him behind a hidden door. Shoving him against the wall Ginny snarled, "Don't EVER make me wait this long."
Draco almost swore as he was knocked into a dark room. Then he heard it. His sultry redheaded goddess. Six days of pure lust overcame him as he grabbed her, shoving her against the wall.
Lips crashed, tongues tangoed and robes ended up on the floor. Draco held Ginny's tiny waist against the wall as she ran her fingers up and down his ripped chest. Ginny moaned as he brought his body closer, leaving no gap between them. She arched her back as Draco kissed his way down her neck, sucking just to the point of leaving a mark. Ginny pulled at his tie and undid the buttons on his white Oxford shirt. Draco shivered as she touched his bare chest. Outside the muffled cries of "Ginny? Ginny?" Could be heard but neither of them cared. They had been apart too long. Nothing mattered but their lustful bliss.
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Hermione franticly ran up the hall. "Ginny? Ginny?" She had lost her! Just because some stupid idiot dropped his books on her. Hermione panicked. What if Draco had found her? The bitter taste returned to her mouth. Draco was an evil git who always got what he wanted. Even if it meant cursing someone to get it.
It was the only explanation. Ginny would never, never let Draco do that to her. He was a foul spoiled pig. He had always treated Ginny like a blood traitor. So why would he want her now? Hermione rolled her eyes. Of course. Ginny was pretty. She always had been. Especially since her wardrobe change. Even Harry noticed her. Hermione tried not to feel jealous, but she couldn't help it. She had been crushing on Harry for years and he had never paid her any mind. Then comes along Ginny. Pretty, skinny, non-bushy haired Ginny. It was no wonder Malfoy kept attacking her.
But what if he is just using Ginny to get to Harry and Ron? Hermione gasped. Draco would stoop that low. Ron Weasley's little sister. Why if he found out he'd- Hermione gave a wicked grin. Ron would slaughter Draco if he found out. No, not if. WHEN.
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Ron and Harry looked up as Hermione flung the portrait door open. She looked frazzled and had a creepy grin on her face. Harry noticed she was alone. "Where's Ginny?"
Hermione glared; of course they only care about her. Don't mind me. "I guess she decided to study somewhere else."
"What? Why?" Harry looked disappointed.
Hermione shrugged. "Beats me. She is a big girl after all."
Ron looked puzzled. "Wasn't it you who has been tailing her for the last week? You just suddenly gave up."
Hermione sat and opened her book. "Yeah."
Ron and Harry glanced at her then each other. The both shrugged and went back to their work.
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Twenty minutes later Ron decided to go for a quick walk to stretch his legs. He strutted past the Fat Lady portrait and down towards the Great Hall to grab a snack. He decided to walk the normal route due to the fact that for once the hall would be empty. Ron usually avoided it between classes, as it was so crowded. Having lived in Hogwarts for seven years, and the help of the Marauder's, Ron had gotten to know most of the shortcuts to his favorite place. The hall was quiet but Ron liked it like that. No one used the classrooms anymore, except for midnight snog sessions. Ron paused as he heard a thud coming from one of the said rooms.
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Draco had grabbed Ginny's waist and flipped her onto the teacher's old desk. He looked down at her, her sexy locks fanned out around her head. Her lips where swollen and tasted of chocolate. A mark was slightly visible on the small of her neck. The Gryffindor necktie was somewhere on the floor and Ginny's top four buttons had come undone. Revealing small, yet beautiful cleavage. Draco's eyes continued to wander down her, stopping at her bare feet. She had painted her toenails green. Slytherin green. He smiled at her.
Ginny stared up at Draco with his rustled blonde hair. His shirt was now missing, exposing his rock hard abs. She licked her swollen lips and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down with her. Landing on the table on top of her his foot kicked the chair behind the desk. Causing it to crash to the floor.
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Ron stopped and listened. He heard a thud. Why would anyone be in one of these rooms? Ron walked to the door that the sound came from and silently opened it. There was two bookbags next to the door. Ron began to scan the room; a black robe was on one of the desks. A shoe on the windowsill. And on the chandelier.. A Slytherin neck tie. Ron's eyes went wide as he looked to the front of the room. Somebody was on the desk. A blonde Slytherin git. They sat up bringing someone up with them. A redheaded someone.
A fourth?…doubtful. Unless you can convince me otherwise…..