Later that night, Ginny couldn't help herself from thinking about Malfoy with that girl in the library. How anyone could let themselves do that in public is a disgrace to the love that is put into having sex, she thought to herself. Ginny couldn't help wonder what it would have been like to be in the same spot as that girl. What if it was Malfoy pushing her up against the wall of the library sliding his slender hand up her skirt. Ginny allowed the thought to linger in her head. She thought about pressing her petite hands up against his quidditch chiseled chest and exploring the mountains and valleys that came with the luscious body. Ginny thought him kissing up and down the side of her neck gently nipping at the fresh skin the blowing over the newly found areas. She only wished that she wasn't getting wet just from her dreams. To alleviate the tight want coming from between her thighs, Ginny thought that a bath would best subdued her urges to jump the next man and snog him senseless.

Ginny had her connections. She knew how to get to the prefect's bathroom and sneak out of the school unnoticed. It wasn't like she felt the need to break into anything; it's just that they had a bigger tub. She proceeded to take off her clothes and fold them neatly and place them on a chair nearby.

Ginny sank slowly into the hot water releasing a low moan from her lips. "God this feels good," she thought out loud. She once again allowed her thoughts to drift to Malfoy. She thought to herself, 'Why on earth would I be thinking about him like this?'

Just as she was getting comfortable in the expansive tub, someone walked through the door. It was none other than Malfoy himself. He turned to see the youngest Weasley in the tub surrounded by bubbles.

"You know that I could give you a week's worth detention for being in here, right?" he drawled.

"Yes," she replied matter of factly.

"Well, as long as you know. I won't," he stated.

"Why?"



"First of all, I need to play the bathe game as well and second of all, it's conditional."

"What do you mean conditional?"

"Conditional, really I thought you to be the smarter one in your family but it seems that stupidity really is bred. You know I won't rat on you if you give me something in return"

"You twit, I know what conditional means. What are the conditions?"

"Now, now play nice. Tell me, when you saw what happened the other day in the library, did that make you hot and did you wish it was you?"

Was he being serious? Or was he just trying to get a reaction out of her? Oh god, Ginny could feel it now. Her cheeks were turning bright red, along with the rest of her soap covered body.

"I'll only answer one," Ginny stated flatly.

She watched his eyes change from the color of dark steel to a mercury color. It was quite alluring. Draco turned around contemplating which answer he wanted. Ginny took this moment to rush out of the tub and put on her robe. At least this way he wouldn't be able to see anything.

He spun around. "Ok, I know which one I want to ask you. Did it make you hot?"

Ginny figured that she might as well tell him the truth. After all what was the point, nothing was ever going to happen between them anyways.

"Yes, it did"

"Very nice," he stated.

Ginny made her way to the door and with a genuine smile she left. But as she left, she felt rather than saw a genuine smile.