Ginny slowly massaged her neck as she lay her quill down. She thought about today. What a dreadful day. It had gone by so fast and yet remained in a sort of blur.

First of all, she had fallen asleep during charms. (Not that she was the only one) but it was the first time it happened to her. Then, at lunch time, Ron told her that somehow, he had found out that Malfoy and she had served detention together. Not that he suspected anything, but she had nonetheless to assure him that he had been his usual hateful self and that nothing particular had happened.

However, Hermione not being as dull as her brother spotted that something was amiss. She actually looked like she didn't believe her. If there was one person she didn't like to lie to, it was Hermione. Besides, she was bad at it. Hermione wasn't the kind of girl to drop a subject if she wasn't satisfied. And she was a very nosy girl. So Ginny decided it would be best not to be confronted. She spent the rest of the day avoiding her, for she knew that if the brunette found a way to be alone with her, she would ask questions she didn't want to answer.

But the worst had yet to come. Oh yes, the worst always appeared as a young blond Slytherin. She still had an answer to give to Malfoy's ludicrous proposition and was far from ready. Actually, she doubted she would ever be ready to make a decision. The more she thought about it the less she could actually understand her thoughts. She never backed from a challenge, but this was Malfoy. Not only was he a Slytherin, he was the most obnoxious, hateful, snob, evil, proud, tall, handsome, attractive, sexy…. Well… the worst Slytherin there ever was. She prayed Merlin they wouldn't run into each other.

But, as she should have guessed, the fates had decided otherwise. He was coming out of the Great Hall, just as she was coming down to lunch. She immediately caught the arm of a younger Gryffindor passing nearby and initiated what she hoped looked like a deep conversation about Gryffindor points. But when he went past them, she made the mistake of looking at him and felt her cheeks burning at his amused and cynical sneer. Yes she was a coward, so what?

She felt a sense of prickle down her spine, and sure enough, when she glanced around the room there he was behind her, leaning crossed arms against a wall waiting with that insufferable self-assured smile for her to finish her talk. It was a big mistake to assume that he would hesitate to make a move in such a crowded corridor. Just the look he gave her made her feel hot and send shivers from her toes to her ears. When she left the third year (after all there wasn't so much you could say to a complete stranger without raising any questions) she headed as quickly as she could towards the Great Hall without actually running. But it took him about two seconds to catch up with her. He caught her arm and pulled her along into a small discreet alcove. At least a dozen students must have seen her being dragged by him.

"Have you been trying to avoid me Ginny? That's not very nice is it? I trust you haven't forgotten I'm waiting for an answer." How could she forget?

"Tonight!" he whispered. And a second later he was gone. Ginny wondered if she had dreamt, but, deep deep deep inside, a place she didn't want to explore, she knew it was true and had little time ahead of her. He hadn't even specified where they were to meet. However, it let little space for hope, for where ever she went, Ginny knew he would find her.

She ate alone, in silence, searching for ways to avoid him. She could stay in the Tower, but as Malfoy was Head-Boy, he could ask for a word with any prefect, they weren't allowed to refuse. She couldn't ask any of her friends to help her, they would all ask questions. The room of requirements was obviously out of the question since he knew where it was, and so was the lake. Oh how she hated him. He knew all her hiding places.

She was so caught up in her thoughts, she bumped into someone on the way back.

"Hello Ginevra" came the small voice of Luna Lovegood. "I see you're also very distracted tonight."

"Yes I am. Tell me Luna, when you want to hide from something or someone who knows all you're hiding places, what do you do?"

"Oh, you mean like Wrackspurts?"

"Hum, yes, something like that." Ginny answered warily.

"Well, I thought, that would have been obvious for you Ginny, yet again, you're not a Ravenclaw. You go somewhere people don't expect you to go!"

Of course!! He would never look for her in the Ravenclaw dorm. And Luna wouldn't ask too many questions. This was perfect.

"Tell me Luna, could I study in your House tonight? I am trying to hide and the Gryffindor tower is too obvious."

"Well of course, Ginny. I was just on my way there. I could show you my collection of butterbeer cap and if we have a bit of time left, maybe you could help me find one of my my necklaces. Some have been missing." Ginny rolled her eyes. Everyone still picked on poor Luna. They should have outgrown it by now. "People are jealous" Luna added softly.

But none of what she said reached Ginny's mind. She followed her with a very cheerful smile, thinking she had finally bested Malfoy. But what she didn't realise was that there conversation had been heard by at least a dozen Slytherins.

Luna led her to the portrait of an old man in navy blue robes, with a very long beard and no hair, reading a parchment.

"Password?" he asked. Luna started a whole conversation with him about a charm which could turn his beard in all sorts of blue, before finally giving him the password.

The Ravenclaw common room was very much like the Gryffindor, except everything was blue and bonze. Definitely not as cosy, but the mix of colours was nice. Even the fire was blue.

So ther she was, four hours later pondering on that horrid day. Her thoughts were interrupted by a raven uttering a horrid caw eleven times. The clock was awful, even if a rowing lion could sometimes be irritating, it was still better than a raven. A silly giggle escaped her as she imagined a snake hissing eleven times. Yes, she should consider herself lucky to be a Griffindor.

Luna had gone to bed, curfew was one hour ago. The prefects on duty would have finished their rounds by now. Ginny decided it was safe to go back to her dorm.

The castle was completely silent. Ginny rushed up the stairs, ran down a few corridors when she heard footsteps. Ginny wasn't on prefect duty and would lose Gryffindor points if she were caught. She turned her head and thought her luck had finaly changed. Just beside her stood the statue of Boris the Bewildered. She silently murmured the password and entered the prefect's bathroom.

Sticking her ear to the door, she heard the footsteps dying away. She didn't move until the corridor was completely silent. She sank to the floor, it wasn't safe to get out now, whoever that was might come back.

Since she was stuck here, she might as well take advantage of the situation and allow herself a well deserved bath. It had been ages since she actually came here.

On the other side door, however, a blond Slytherin was waiting for Ginny to get comfortable. Ten minutes later, judging she had had enough time, he entered, a silently as he could. Obviously, Merlin was on his side, for Ginny was rinsing her hair at that moment, so she didn't hear him, and her back was arched, giving him a very good view of what he longed for.

He watched her for a few seconds, but it was enough for his imagination to picture himself taming this wild tigress who dared to refuse him, and for his body to harden.

She stretched out and reminded him of a wild cat. She certainly fought like one, but soon, he assured himself, she would purr in his arms.

He waited, but apparently, she had no intention of opening her eyes anytime soon. Guess he'll have to attract her attention, someway.

"My, my. Aren't we in trouble???" said the all too familiar voice.

With a splashing noise, Ginny raised herself. Why in Merlin's name had she not poured bubbles? she thought as she piteously tried to hide her body with her arms. She didn't know how long he had been there, but he certainly had an eyeful. She forced a gulp down as she noticed him pulling his tie free.

Funnily enough, she wasn't that surprised to find him here.

"How did you find me?" she asked. Malfoy didn't even answer. His shirt landed on the floor.

"You should be more preoccupied with other matters. Like what's going to happen to you. Here… alone… naked… with me. Do you do it on purpose Ginevra? It's the second time I've caught you like this. You enjoy it don't you?"

Ginny was about to reply something when she caught the glint of amusement in his eyes. He was toying with her.

He was down to his underwear by now; Ginny closed her eyes. Maybe he had seen her naked several times, but she had never seen him. A splashing noise told her he had joined her in the water. She opened her eyes to find him much closer than she expected, closer than she should have allowed and far too close for her liking!

A chill of excitement ran through her body. She saw the look of longing in his eyes. He was lusting after her. Yes she did enjoy it. But her mind refused to surrender, forcing her to swim away.

He grabbed her ankle. "Come now Ginny, don't play cat and mouse with me. We both know you want to get caught."

He pulled her to him so she was standing, facing him. He didn't pull her to his body but held her waist at arms lenght. For a brief moment, Ginny wondered why she didn't fight back. Was he right? Did she want him to catch him?

"You're wrong." She lied. "Let me go, I never asked for any your attention."

"Oh really? And what about yesterday Ginny? Didn't you want my attention then?" His mouth approached her ear. "I dare you do deny it" he whispered.

What was she supposed to answer? Oh how hated him. (She had been thinking that very often lately.) She was tempted to deny it, just to irk him, but she hadn't forgotten his threat of the night before. Would he dare spank her?

As if he was reading her thoughts, his hand glided down her spine. She couldn't stiifle a gasp as he cupped her bare buttock. She looked up into his very amused eyes.
Lying would be too dangerous, she decided, so she said nothing.

"Let's pretend I do believe you, and you don't want me to catch you. I'm feeling very generous tonight, so I'll give you a chance to prove that to me. You have one minute to escape, and if I do catch you, you're mine."

Ginny didn't want to play, but what choice had she?

"And if you don't?" He hadn't specified what would happen if she won, and you could never be too cautious with Slytherins like him.

"We'll see…"

"No, I don't think so" Malfoy didn't even bother to answer. He only raised a brow as if to say. "Do you really have a choice?"

"Fine, I'll play! But you must promise that if I manage to get away, you will leave me alone."

"Okay, for tonight!"

"No… for ever." She said.

"Come on Ginevra, you don't really want that."

One part of her mind protested, but the feeling of excitement in her body definitely agreed with him.

"Yes I do." She was surprised by how convincing her lie sounded. Yet his raised brow told her wasn't fooled.

"We'll see." He answered. Ginny decided this was the best she could get from him, so she pushed hard against him and started swimming towards the edge. But as soon as she started climbing out of the giant tub, she felt his hands close around her ankle and pull her back in.

He trapped her with all his weight,her front facing the edge. "You're mine" he said.

"You said I had one minute." The anger in her voice was nearly palpable and Draco was glad he couldn't see her eyes. She pushed against the edge to free herself, but her attempt was completly hopless. He was so much taller and bigger than she was.

She felt him chuckle. "I lied!" he whispered in her ear.

She tried to push him away again but he grabbed both of her arms and twisted them behind her back. Her front was completly pressed against the cold marble edge. She felt his hand slithering towards her stomach and down. His knee was between hers, spreading her legs. She felt so open and vulnerable to him. An all to familiar sensation woke up in her stomach. At the same time he pushed his hard body against hers and she felt his rigid sex, against her bottom. As if acting on its own free will, her body arched against his very hard erection.

"Do you feel it Ginny?" He asked teasingly

"Er… feel what?" She asked as innocently as she could.
His finger entered her. Ginny's whole attention was on the sensation.

"How much you want me!" He murmured hoarse voice.

"You arrogant basta…oh!" She couldn't even finsh one simple sentence.

He curled his finger. A sparkle of pleasure ignited itself in her body. A gasp escaped her and her whole body tensed.

"Admit it Gin. You want me!"

"No!" He curled his finger again. And ginny couldn't suppress a second moan. A warm feeling spread through her body.

"Shall I have to torture it out of you Ginevra?"

Her mouth went dry. "Torture?" she asked in a feeble voice. Surly he didn't mean…

And he did it again. Ginny decided she liked that game.

"Would you like me to do that again?" he teased

She nodded, waiting. He chuckled. His finger slid in and out of her but did not curl again like she wanted it to.

"You're going to have to do better than this."

"Yes…" she said in a barely audible voice. He stopped any motion and went completly still.

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes!"

"Yes?? Is that all?"

Oh how she hated him. "Yes please"

He didn't let her wait long. He curled ……. Again and again. Until she felt like she was burning within. Liquid fire coursed through her veins. Her legs gave in beneath her and he was completly supporting her, still holding her arms behind her back. Her breath came in short rasps, her head was spinning, she was getting closer and closer…

But suddenly, it all stopped, his fingers left hers and her world started rocking. She was too lost in her sensation to even protest. He freed her arms and she felt his hands grab her waist and turn her around.

He was so close to her, his hand reached for her nape and started caressing her. He eased down, benath the surface of the water and his fingers slipped around her breast. His fingers began to spread under the weight of the ivory globe, to glide upwards until the calloused edge of his forefinger was under her nipple. And then over it, sliding across with a sensuous abrasion that sent sensations shuddering through her stomach and between her legs.

"You like that don't you?" she nodded imperceptibly but apparently he sensed it. "You have no idea how many times I've been dreaming of those breasts, waiting to feel them again, knowing how sensitive you are here" she gasped as he allowed his fingers to catch her nipple between them and not so gently pressed the small nub between their strength.

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as he continued caressing her. It was so nice and yet so frustrating. Another part of her longed for his touch. She sensed him move and his lips closed about the tight bud, and he began to gently suckle. As she moved, her hips arched towards his, begging him for more. His mouth left her breast, only to catch her earlobe between his teeth.

"So, what will it be Ginny? Give me your answer now. Do you want me to stop and leave you alone? Or do you want me to pleasure you tonight, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?"

She could not answer, only moan. His hot breath near her ear sent shivers down her spine and warmth spread to her whole body "Surrender Gin"

"I don't… I'm not…" His finger closed her lips.

"We don't have to anything you're not ready to."

Victory soared threw him has he felt, more than he actually saw her tiny nod. His fingers traced back towards her wide opened thighs, and found her sensitive bud. Her whole body tensed as he pressed. He felt he was losing her. He could feel her pulse beating wildly against his palm. He watched fascinated, as she abruptly shuddered and tensed, a husky cry escaping her lips before she collapsed against him.

The only thing that could be heard was the gliding of the water against their burning skins and Ginny harsh breathing.

Draco didn't want to push his luck tonight, she already had agreed to whatever this was. He could wait to find his own release.

As Ginny's world came into focus, Malfoy whispered in her ear…

"That's three you owe me!!!" And without another word, he left her to her thoughts and emotions.