Chapter 2:

Scowling, Draco leaned against the doorframe of Madame Malkin's, and glared as Blaise rifled through the selection of dress robes. Honestly, he was worse than a girl sometimes.

"Blaise, any day now." He drawled, twirling his wand idly.

Blaise picked up some navy blue robes that he felt matched his eyes, "Shut up Draco."

"How could you possibly need new clothing?"

"Draco, the way I keep up my extraordinary sexiness is through self-grooming, and lovely clothing that make girls, and boys, itch to take off. You might want to think about this, as the denim is not the best look." Blaise drawled, running his fingers over the silky fabric.

"You know that you are gayer than gay sometimes, right?"

"Wow, fancy that."

"Blaise! Come on! I'm half-pissed, and I want to be full-pissed. You took away my drink, and then you dragged me to Diagon Alley. And, we've been in this bloody shop for over an hour!"

"Suck it up, you girl."

"I want my booze!"

"Wah wah."

"Fuck this!" Draco pulled his jeans up over his hips where they had fallen slightly before turning around and leaving. The only action his traitorous friend took was to yell, "Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron in an hour! And watch your bloody language, you goddamned sailor!"

Muttering to himself about effeminate males who had nothing better to do except clothes shop for his entire life, he stalked into the street to do some window shopping.

Blaise and he had been friends since they were five years old, and had been forced into dancing classes together. Draco smirked, remembering how Blaise had pulled Pansy's dress over her head, and pushed her into the punch bowl during their attempt to waltz.

It was actually mildly surprising that Pansy was not more messed up considering how they had harassed her in their earlier years.

He paused in front of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, watching the various charms light up the left windows. Pausing briefly, he spotted Skiving Snackboxes. With a smirk, he entered the shop.

There was rows upon rows of every kind of charm, jokes, even food that a trickster could want. He wracked his brains where he'd seen this stuff before, as Zonko's didn't even come close. This must be the twin Weasley's shop. He had never had problems with them, just with Ron… and Potter.

Making his way carefully down the first row, he flinched slightly to avoid the various explosions that came his way from the various boxes.

Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of the aisle as a group of pre-teen girls moved aside, and simply stared at the sight in front of him. My gods, that is a lovely arse, he thought, his mouth watering slightly. Shaking his head, he stared as the girl in front of him rummaged through a box, her small but shapely behind lovingly covered in worn denim.

Ginny grunted as she pulled apart the various charms that were in the box. The twin's methods of organization was well… nothing. They had no method, and simply pushed as much as they could into a box before attempting to close it.

Sighing, she put her hands on her knees, and glared at the box before stiffening. She had that prickly feeling on the back of her neck.

Standing upright, she whirled around, almost colliding with a large male body. Reaching out to balance herself, she grabbed a handful of soft fabric, and stared into stormy silver eyes which were fringed with heavy black lashes.

Ginny gasped, and quickly stepped back, recognizing Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy who was currently staring at her with an intensity that was mildly overwhelming.

Draco took in the petite female in front of him. Her head barely came up to his shoulders, but she held herself like a queen. He sucked in a quick breath.

Her eyes were the brightest blue, and they were contrasted by the ivory of her skin, marred only by a few freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her small nose. Her mouth was pouty and pink, and his groin tightened at the thought of what it was capable of. A delicately curved jaw gave way to a slender graceful neck, which he could imagine running his lips down.

His eyes traced their way from the scarlet curls that fell over her shoulders in wild disarray down her back, to her full breasts that strained against the worn fabric of what looked like a child's t-shirt with 'Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes' printed across the front.

Her waist looked tiny, creating curves that he itched to feel, and as she breathed, he caught sight of a flash of silver in the middle of her taut stomach. Her jeans rode low and tight on her hips showing off long slender but shapely legs ending in small feet encased in flip-flops that showed a sparkle of red nail polish.

Slowly raising his eyes back to her face, Draco tried to think of where he had seen her before. It seemed inconceivable that he would have forgotten her, but alas….

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He shot her a smirk, and held his pale hand out to her.

"For Merlin's sake Malfoy, I know who you are." Her eyes held just the slightest amount of teasing, and a little bit of disdain that threw him slightly. His eyes narrowed at her, and he lowered his hand slowly, taking in her expression, "How do you know me?"

Ginny laughed inwardly, the smug bastard obviously didn't recognize her, and she was getting under his ego by not instantly falling at his feet. Of course she knew Draco Malfoy. She had hexed him for Gods' sakes, and she smirked slightly remembering the bat-bogey hex.

Still… she couldn't help but notice how… nice he was looking. She pointed her wand at the box and with a "windgardium leviosa" brought the box to eye level and walked away, shooting a look over her shoulder to see the predatory look on Draco's face.

Making sure to sway her hips a little more than necessary, she swept the curtain aside that hid the cluttered staff area of the shop from the store.

Those silver eyes had always made her pause… the boy was just too gorgeous for his own damn good. She set the heavy box down slowly, and turned to see if there was maybe another box that Fred had meant when he asked her to inventory 'that box in the back'.

"Fuckin' Fred… Just had to take Mara out to get lunch." Ginny kicked the box in frustration, "Stupid boxes."

"Now now, what did the poor little box ever do to you?" A silk-smooth low voice drawled from behind her.

Ginny whirled around, a smirk firmly in place, as Draco stepped into the small room with her. "Are you stalking me?"

"Would you like me to?" He sauntered to her, and stared down at her intensely, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Ginny found herself staring at the leather braid that hugged his neck.

There was something definitely off about Malfoy being in her domain, in her brothers' store. She tilted her head back to stare into his eyes, and sighed at his thick eyelashes jealously. Why was it that boys always had that and didn't care? It was so unfair.

"I don't know about that, Malfoy." She grinned, "Do you bite?"

"Only if you want me to." His eyes flashed, and he leaned into her slightly, "And call me Draco."

"Oh, I don't know, Malfoy, maybe I like spanking better?" Teasing him, she twirled a piece of hair around her finger coquettishly. Boys were so easy.

Draco's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the little flame-coloured temptress. Her eyes glinted with amusement, and he realized that she fully knew what she was doing.

Smirking down at her, he slowly placed his hands on her hips, thumbs rubbing against the bare skin over the low waist of her jeans, "I can do that too."

"Hmm." Ginny murmured, and placed a hand on his chest, feeling solid muscles clench. She could smell a faint hint of alcohol clinging to him, and wondered if this was maybe why he had not yet clued into who she was. Whatever the reason, this was just way too fun. Quickly, she leaned up to whisper into his ear, "I don't care."

Grinning at him, she turned to walk back into the store, "And get out of here, this is a staff-only area."

Draco stood there stock still for a long moment, fully comprehending that she had won. With a growl, he quickly re-adjusted the front of his pants, wincing as his hard cock rubbed against the rough fabric, and stalked back into the store after the female who had done this to him.

He came back into the store to see her laughing with her head back at a group of what looked to be thirteen year old boys, who were blatantly staring at her chest as she explained one of the charms to them. His groin tightened further as he realized that he was acting the same way.

Watching her with predatory stillness, he contemplated just how much he wanted this girl. Hearing her husky laughter again, he watched her shake her head at the antics of her customers. He smirked, realizing that it was just a matter of time before she would be under him… all of that ivory skin on display just for him.

Checking the time piece on the wall, he cursed under his breath as he realized he was almost fifteen minutes late to meet Blaise. Blaise, who was known to throw hissy fits over lateness. Public, hissy fits.

He cast the girl one last glance, again wondering where he knew her from, before turning to leave. She would just have to wait until he had more time.

Ginny watched Draco leave, well, watched his fine bum leave. Denim did wondrous things for that man's firm buttocks. She sighed, and turned back to a little girl who was looking at the Pygmy Puffs with a longing look in her eyes. "Would you like to hold one?"

--

Luckily for Draco, Blaise was chatting up a beautiful witch at the Leaky Cauldron when he got there, and barely noticed his friend's tardiness.

Taking a sip of his Butterbeer, he moodily looked around the bar which was full to bursting at this time of day. Blaise had somehow managed to grab the last free table, and now he was almost looking up the tiny skirt of the witch that his friend was talking to. And instead of trying to figure out what colour her knickers where, he was thinking about the redhead.

He took another swig from his beer, and scowled at the witch looking at him from a few chairs over until she looked away. Sighing, he decided he'd had enough.

"Hey Blaise," Draco leaned around the female who was almost on top of the black-haired wizard, and snapped his fingers impatiently in his face.

Blaise blinked, and looked at him with a look of cool amusement across his face, "May I help you?"

"I'm going to get out of here. I have some… shopping to do." Draco looked away as Blaise arched an eyebrow at him inquisitively.

"Suit yourself." Draco almost sagged in relief as uncharacteristically, Blaise did not question him. Chugging the remainder of the drink, he stood to leave, and caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye. She was here…

Ginny walked into the bar, a long day at the twins' shop making her feel weary and giving her the beginnings of a headache.

Asking Tom for a beer and sandwich, she looked around for a place to sit, and sighed when she realized just how busy it was. Wrong time of day to be looking for her own seat.

"Why, it's you again, Red." She tensed slightly as she recognized the silky voice from behind her, before turning to grin at Malfoy in amusement.

"Malfoy. Are you still stalking me?" His patented evil smirk slid into place as he placed his hands on the bar that she was leaning against, effectively caging her into his larger body.

"Hey, you followed me." He leaned in close. Ginny smirked back up at him, inwardly cursing the fact that he either didn't know the concept of personal space, or didn't care. He made her slightly nervous, which was a little bit odd for her.

"So I did. Do you want me to bite?"

Draco's eyes darkened to a stormy grey, and he leaned in further so that their lips were a breath apart, "Where?"

Ginny stared at him for a moment, feeling desire pooling in her stomach, before shaking it off. This was ferrety-Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! She smirked at him again, and turned around to pick up her beer and food.

Draco backed off, and then beckoned for her to follow him as he walked off. Cursing her curious nature, she followed him, until he stopped beside a table that was currently inhabited by Zabini and some witch who looked to be a prostitute.

Pushing a chair at Ginny, Draco sat down and poked Blaise in the shoulder with a nod in her direction. Scowling at the blond, he looked around the witch who was faithfully telling him about what exactly she shaved, and stared in bewilderment.

Draco smirked as he caught the look on Blaise's face, smug in the knowledge that he was not the only affected by this girl. She looked between them quickly, and raised an eyebrow at Draco.

"Blaise Zabini, this is…" Draco motioned for her to give Blaise her name.

"Oh, how shifty of you. If you can't remember, I'm not going to tell." She quickly quipped at him.

"You got me Red." Blaise watched the interplay with interest, before focusing on the little female that Draco had brought over. She was… perfect. There was no other way to describe her. He had only seen her for a moment, and yet he already wanted into her pants.

Draco looked at him, and navy met silver eyes as they quickly came to an understanding. There weren't too many girls that appealed to both of them, but in this case… well.

Ginny reached a slender arm around the prostitute to shake Blaise outstretched hand, "Pleasure."

"So, you're refusing to tell Draco your name, huh?" He grinned at her slightly, "Are you going to tell me?"

"Nope. You should also know." Ginny sat back and took a swig of her beer, pushing her red curls off her forehead in the process, "You two are both gits."

Draco chuckled lightly under his breath at the look on Blaise's face. Oh, he was interested all right.

It was a wonder that the other witch was still sitting there by the way he was staring at Ginny. Draco wondered idly if Ginny even realized, as Blaise was very hard to read despite his deceptively open demeanor.

A/N: Yes, I know... No real raunchiness yet. It will come, I promise!

And thank you to... AirmidM (who writes AMAZING B/G/D stories, and is an inspiration, trust me), toxicvampire01 (Who made me laugh heartily), frozenclover (who understood my oh-so-subtle nuances), Misery DeSoul (I tried to update fast!), whyevenbother (thank you, and yeah, Ginny's in 6th, the other two in 7th), mell8 (I love compliments! thank you), Momentyne (exactly! Ginny is kickass!), and all else who reviewed. I was actually a little amazed at the amount of reviews I got in one day, the HP community is alive and strong. Thank you very much!