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CHAPTER 4

Ginny paced around the empty store room, heatedly scolding herself for choosing Snape's store room to hide in, out of all places. Now the door was stuck and she had no way to get out. She suppressed a scream of frustration and growled instead. If Colin's stupid cousin hadn't been following her around, she wouldn't have been there in the first place! With a huff, she slid down the wall and sat cross legged on the floor.

Suddenly, the sound of shuffling feet was heard from right outside the door. Ginny's ears perked up. Maybe someone had come to let her out! She quickly got up and began to bang the door, then realized that if it was Snape who was outside, she would get skinned alive for sure. Everyone knew how protective Snape was of his potions. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought. As if she would want to steal anything from Snape. For all she knew, Snape could've cast charms over all his potion bottles, cursing anyone who used them into spending the next century with greasy hair and a perpetual scowl on his/her face.

Her heartbeat sped up when she heard the door to the store room creak open, so she hurriedly flattened her back against one of the shelves. Her heart plummeted when she heard the door click shut again.

"Who's there?" A voice cautiously said when Ginny accidentally bumped into the wall. Stupid, stupid Ginny and her stupid, stupid clumsiness. She cursed herself inwardly.

The lights went on. "Weasley?" And there stood no other but Draco Malfoy, with an incredulous look on his face. "What in hell are you doing here?"

"It's none of your business, you cross-eyed ponce." Ginny spluttered viciously at him.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you said you were here because they kicked you out of Gryffindor. I guess even they thought you were too poor for them. Is your pathetic excuse for a brother camping out here too?" He made a show of looking around for Ron.

"Oh, and I suppose they threw you out of Slytherin because they thought you were too gay to be their king?"

"I'm not gay, Weasley. Although if I were, I'm sure you'd be heartbroken." Draco's smirk just about made Ginny's blood boil.

"You're such a stupid, conceited prat. You think you're God's gift to women. UGH." She made a show of pretending to gag in disgust

"You know, for a muggle-loving peasant, you're a pretty good actress." Draco looked at her in amusement.

Ginny stared at him disbelievingly. He thought she was joking? Was he THAT delusional? She blinked her eyes once, twice…thrice.

"Close your mouth, Weasley. It doesn't look very attractive. A little advice though, when staring at me in unadulterated awe and admiration, I would do it a little more subtly. It's just a tad bit tacky to stare openly."

Ginny slowly shut her mouth and vaguely wondered whether she looked like a gold fish out of the water, but continued to stare at him in disbelief.

"Y-you….you! You really think you're all that?" Ginny finally sputtered out.

Draco stared at her coolly, a flicker of amusement glinting in his eyes. "You tell me."

She stared at him and blinked again. And again. Okay, she had to admit, Draco Malfoy wasn't that bad looking. She blinked again. Okay, he was pretty attractive.

She mentally smacked herself. Who was she kidding? Draco Malfoy was easily the hottest, most attractive guy in Hogwarts, probably even the hottest guy in the British Isles, but she would rather be eaten alive by a herd of angry Flobberworms, then get resurrected and get torn apart by a herd of dangerously furious Hypogriffs next than admit that to Draco Malfoy. His ego was big enough as it was.

With every ounce of viciousness left in her, she replied, "You really are full of yourself Draco Malfoy. You should just go fuck yourself already, as we all know you're in love with yourself."

"Oh, I can think of one person in this room who needs to get fucked, and I sure as hell am not the one." How Draco could stay cool, calm and collected through all this, Ginny hadn't the faintest idea. But what annoyed her the most that this conversation was actually amusing him! She couldn't help but flush at his comment.

"Shut up Malfoy." It was a lame reply, but she couldn't stand the thought of Malfoy having the last word, even though her retort was incredibly pathetic. Maybe she should've kept her mouth shut after all.

"Well, that was lame."

Ginny hated it when other people said her come backs were lame. Only she could say they were! She quickly went for plan B, which involved cursing him and accidentally hurling herself at him.

"You bloody wanker, you!" She hurled herself at him and she went down with him when Draco tumbled to the ground.

"Rather be a wanker than a peasant like you." Draco spat out the word 'you' disdainfully. He slowly looked down and studied the position they were in. Suddenly, Draco's glare was replaced by a smirk. "I didn't know you wanted me so much, Weasley." His smooth voice unnerved her.

Ginny looked down at them as well. Draco was sprawled on the floor with one arm behind his head, still managing to look annoyingly impeccable, and Ginny was straddling his stomach, her hands resting on the floor on either side of Draco's head.

Ginny blushed furiously as she tried to push herself off Malfoy, but growled in annoyance when she realized that Draco's hands moved and were now holding her firmly in place.

"Get your hands off me Malfoy!" Then she quickly changed her approach. "Well then. It seems like you're the one who can't get enough of me!" Now it was her turn to smirk. Judging by the twitch in Draco's mouth, he wasn't too pleased with that idea. He forcefully pushed her away.

"Oof! Can't you be gentler Malfoy?" Ginny whined as she rubbed her arm. "You're such an asshole."

"I'd rather be an asshole than a disgrace to all purebloods. At least I don't go canoodling around with mudbloods such as that Thomas git."

"We do not canoodle!" Ginny replied crossly. "AND HE SEXUALLY HARASSED ME!!! I thank whoever beat the hell out of him that night." Ginny saw an unknown emotion flicker in his eyes. In the heat of her passion, she went on with her insults. "And it isn't my father who's wasting away in Azkaban with the rest of the death eaters anyway. What? Are you distressed by the death of your Dark Lord?" Ginny practically glared a hole through Draco.

In a flash, had pinned her against the wall, and Ginny was very much reminded of the position they were in just a few days ago. She shuddered at the memory of their kiss.

"Do not talk about things that you know nothing about." He growled at her.

Ginny softened at the look in his face. "I'm sorry Malfoy. I shouldn't have said that."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have. But you said it anyway." Draco hissed at her, and she noticed with relief that Malfoy's hold on her wrists was slowly relaxing.

"I know, I know. I said I was sorry Draco." Ginny said again, looking truly apologetic. Then she noticed the look of surprise on his face and dreadfully noted that she had addressed him by his first name and that she had apologized to him. Twice.

"You called me Draco." He finally said simply.

"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have. I'm sorry! Oh bollocks, I'm saying all the wrong things tonight for some reason." Ginny mumbled the last bit to herself, but Draco heard it anyway, and he just had to smile. Ginny looked at him in surprise again. He was smiling! She couldn't help but break out into a smile as well.

"Malfoy! You're smiling!" She grinned at him.

"Oh, so it's back to Malfoy now isn't it?" He said threateningly, but his smile was still tugging at the corner of his lips, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh fine, Draco then. You're smiling." She reminded him in a teasing tone. "I was under the impression that the Slytherin King didn't ever, ever smile." She grinned at him cheekily.

"Oh no, I guess it's time to alert St. Mungo's. The Slytherin King has finally gone barking mad!" Draco said in mock astonishment.

Ginny giggled at this and smiled shyly back at him. Out of nowhere, Draco's face began gravitating towards hers, and Ginny's eyes fluttered closed. She could feel his breath on her lips, and she opened her eyes and looked up at him through lowered ginger lashes. He was staring at her lips, probably contemplating the thought of kissing her again.

"Just kiss me Malfoy." She tried to sound like she was just teasing, but she was really just feeling impatient.

"Oh I don't know, I don't really enjoy getting punched in th-"

Ginny broke Draco off by wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him (rather roughly) towards her. In an instant, their lips crashed and Malfoy mumbled something against her lips in surprise.

"Shut up and kiss me Malfoy." Ginny whispered against his lips.

Not one to disappoint a girl asking for a kiss, Malfoy smirked against her lips and just about gave her the best kiss of her life. A few minutes later, breathing became a necessity, so they reluctantly pulled back and stared at each other, breathing heavily.

"Malfoy! That was-"

Draco broke Ginny off by crashing his mouth against hers once again. Moments later, they pulled away again and smirked at each other.

"Maybe you're worth knowing after all, Ginny Weasley."

"Maybe you should take me to Hogsmeade this weekend so I can decide if you're worth knowing as well, Draco Malfoy." She giggled and kissed him neatly on the lips and leaned back against the wall again to gaze at him.

He sent her a half-smile. "Maybe I will, Ginny Weasley. Maybe I will."

After all, he didn't have his father or the Dark Lord to worry about anymore. He was basically free to do whatever he pleased, and he was wasting no time in putting his freedom to good use.

"Kiss me again Draco." Ginny whispered.

Draco smirked. "For someone who was so eager to push me away the other day, you sure are asking for a lot of kisses."

Ginny grinned. "Shut up and kiss me before I kick you where the sun don't shine Malfoy."

"That sounded like a threat, Weasley."

"Just kiss me already!" Ginny huffed in impatience.

"As you wish," Draco paused, "Ginny." He grinned at her and swooped down to capture her lips into another mind-blowing kiss. Apparently, the kiss was too engrossing for either of them to hear the door creaking open or notice the dumbfounded potions professor standing at the doorway, staring at them, mouth slightly agape.

It took Snape a while to find his voice, and that rarely happened. But under these circumstances, it was certainly acceptable. He never thought he would live to see the day that Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley would be found snogging in his store room.

"Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Weasley!" He barked and the two students jumped away from each other. He suppressed the smug smile that was threatening to surface and ordered for them to get the hell out of his store room. He watched as Ginny scrambled out and Draco followed with his usual poise and grace. He didn't miss Draco's voice reminding the read head about their date.

"The Three Broomsticks at 8, Ginny."

Snape shook his head and almost smiled to himself. This certainly wasn't something you saw everyday.

"You think no one's going to catch you? Are you that dumb?" Ginny sat on a cot at the corner of a huge dark room she assumed to be a dungeon. A very clever spell kept her from escaping or attacking her captor, and this annoyed her very, very much.

"Ugh, you're such an idiot. You're a poor excuse for a human being." Ginny went on and on, her gaze still resting heatedly on her captor, silently wishing looks could really kill.

"Shut up, princess."

"Make me."

Draco rolled his eyes and went back to scribbling something on a piece of parchment.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Draco's sarcastic tone annoyed the hell out of Ginny, and she wanted nothing more than to stride over to his position on the other side of the dungeon and hex him to death. That is, if she had her wand.

"Are you going to rape me?" She could hardly keep the horror off her voice when realization dawned over her. WAS SHE GOING TO GET RAPED?

"Please. As if I would want to rape you."

Ginny gasped, insulted. "And what is that supposed to mean?!"

"You're just bait. Don't flatter yourself."

"You're such an asshole! You stupid bastard, you probably haven't even taken a bath in over a year!" Ginny screeched at him in anger.

"And you're a self-absorbed, spoiled little princess. Now shut up before I take away your voice myself! And for your information, I am perfectly hygienic."

"Oh yeah? Then why can I smell your putrid fat ass all the way here?"

"I think that's your own scent you're inhaling, your majesty." Draco's voice practically dripped with sarcasm.

"You're incredibly annoying."

"So are you."

"Am I going to see your face any time soon?" Ginny huffed, sounding impatient.

Draco thought it over. He could always obliviate her after. "Why?"

"Because, I want to put a face on the object of my hatred. But then again, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't want to show me your face. You're probably ugly as hell." She started studying her nails nonchalantly.

Draco turned to face her. Her arrogance tempted him to just bring her back to her stupid manor and forget about his plans. But he had invested too much time on this, plus so many people were counting on him, he couldn't just let them down.

"Fine, if it's going to shut you up, you insufferable wench." He roughly tore off the silly mask he had on and cocked an eyebrow at the petulant heiress.

Ginny was taken aback. She hadn't expected her captor to be so…handsome. She always imagined kidnappers to be ugly, smelly, poor, pathetic idiots but he was just…not what she expected. At all. Too bad she hated him. If she didn't, she would probably go out with him.

"Happy?"

Ginny just "hmph"-ed and turned her nose up at him.

Draco rolled his eyes again and went back to work.

"I hate you. I really, really, really hate you."

"That would really hurt me if I gave a rat's ass about you." He sounded bored and nonchalant, as if he really didn't care at all.

Ginny shrieked in frustration. "You're unbearable!!"

"Look who's talking."

"You're a vile, arrogant, pig-headed, pompous bastard!"

"You're a spoiled, self-centered, stubborn little brat."

"You're an ass. I hate you."

"Yeah, whatever, you tenacious trollop."

"I'm a trollop? You're calling me the trollop? You're a man whore!"

"I don't sleep with every person I meet, unlike you."

"I don't sleep with every man I meet! You're the one who flirts with everyone, you philandering little-"

"Okay! I think that's enough." Mrs. Henshaw cut Ginny's sentence off. "It was going fairly well until you both went off the script. Adlibs are good, but try to stay faithful to the story." She shot them an amused look. "That's a wrap for today, folks. I'll see you all tomorrow!"

Ginny shot Draco one last irritated look before stalking off to her trailer. Draco growled something that sounded an awful lot like "horrendous bint" before stalking off to his own trailer.

Just what had they gotten themselves into?

If you've read my other story, you would notice that something sounds awfully familiar. (the Malfoy smiling part) hahaha.

just wanted to point it out. :)

oh, and please don't mind any of the spelling/grammatical errors.