Chapter 3

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A/N : Thanks for the reviews of those who gave them. Constructive criticism is always welcome here ha. I know I'm not perfect with grammar, and my plots can be a bit sketchy sometimes…but it's just what I make it. I know that Love potions are illegal but I liked that idea so I put it in the last chapter anyway J. Reviews are greatly appreciated as always. Look at Musical Undertones.

Why was Ginny always late? Did the fates hate her guts or something? Because there always seemed to be something wrong with her timing.

She had completely forgotten all about her detention with Snape. Of course, something like that is easily forgotten when you find yourself on top of a Malfoy, snogging his brains out…but that's besides the point. Point is, after she went to her dormitory to get changed and wash her mouth out, she finally remembered her detention with Snape that night, and she was already running late.

Well she had a great start on the new school year.

She dashed down to the dungeons, and wrenched open the classroom door once she reached it.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, Proffes-" She stopped mid sentence. Instead of Snape sitting behind his desk, it was Draco. Why did he always seem to be everywhere she was?

"Malfoy?" She snarled. She turned pink remembering earlier in the evening when she found herself practically strangling him with her arms around his neck and her lips on his. She still couldn't believe she had done that, even if she was under the potions influence. "What're you doing here?"

"Just filling in for Snape. I owed him one anyway, so he asked me to take over his detentions for the evening. Said something about a nasty accident."

Wonderful. She had to spend the next hour or so with the one person she definitely didn't want to be around.

"You're late, by the way."

Ginny just ignored the statement, sighing in resignation. "What do I have to do, Malfoy?"

"Scrub the floor and counters. No magic. The water, sponge, and soap's over there," He indicated with his hand across the room to where a huge bucket full of sudsy water and a sponge as big as her head floated on top. "Get to it!"

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she had to listen to him. He gracefully resumed his seat behind Snape's desk with that classic smirk of his and just watched her. The nerve of him.

She turned her back on him and walked to the counter, taking off her robe and sweater, and rolling up the sleeves of her blouse to her elbows.

"All the counters? And of the floor?" She asked, realization finally dawning on her. This room is huge. And she would have to move around the desks to get the wide expanse of stone.

"All of it. Now hurry up, you're wasting your and my time."

She huffed but took his advice. She just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and with little incident. Its not as if she wanted to be here in the first place.

She took the sponge and dumped it into the soapy water, drawing it back out and sloshing it onto the counter, beginning to scrub. She bent over so she could reach the back of the counter, her shirt raising, revealing the soft, milky skin of her midriff.

Draco watched her from behind. His eyes couldn't help but wander over the little bit of stomach that was showing from her raised shirt, and her nice round a-.

"Malfoy! Stop staring would you? Its making me nervous." She swung her arms around in an exasperated motion. Bad move. She hit the bucket with her arm and it went sloshing down all over her. The bucket magically refilled itself.

She spluttered. She was soaked. Cursing under her breath, she shook herself off, and tried to wring out her very white, very drenched blouse…with a black lacy bra underneath, he duly noted. She took out her wand to dry herself off.

"Nuh-uh" Draco said quickly.

" 'Nuh-uh'? What do you mean 'nuh-uh'? I'm drying myself off. I'm soaked!" She growled out at him.

Draco couldn't help it. I mean look at her. This beautiful girl, soaked, and all alone in the classroom with him. Ugh. But she's not just some girl. She's a Weasley damn it!

"I don't think so. No magic aloud in this room for now. This is your detention, remember?" He could tell Weasley was getting fed up with this.

No magic my arse.

"Oh really? Well why don't you just try and stop me." She raised her wand, and had half the spell out her mouth when he got up and stormed over to her, grabbing her wand arm before she could cast.

"I said. No. Magic. Aloud," He growled out, intimidating fury in his eyes. Ginny just rolled her eyes and swung around to continue her work, and consequently knocking the refilled bucket over, now completely drenching Draco, herself, and the floor with the sudsy water.

Ginny moved over to Draco getting out her wand. "Oh shit. I totally didn't mean to do that! I'm so sor-" She was cut off mid sentence, again, when she slipped on the slick floor, falling forward onto Draco and knocking them both down.

They landed on the cold, wet stone floor with an oof. The slytherin gasped for air, it having been knocked out with the fall and the added weight of Ginny on top.

Ginny's chest was in his face, and she was sitting on his torso. Malfoy tried not to grin, covering it with a sneer of disgust and trying to push her off of him.

This only proved to slide a very slick Ginny further down his chest, and she was now straddling his hips.

Ginny's face was now the color of her hair and, Draco noticed, her neck and collar bone were flushing slightly all the way down to where her shirt ended. Draco wondered how far down her blush went. Draco groaned inwardly.

Well, he could just mess with her a bit, get her nerves going. I mean look at her! She was breathing heavily and he couldn't stop looking at the rise and fall of her chest. He could hear her hiccup a little and start stammering, try arrange her thoughts to form a coherent sentence. She was even trembling…but that could've just been because of the cold water. But he liked to think of the other reason she could be trembling.

Draco took the overly-confident approach. "Lord, Weasley. I know Im irresistible but you don't have to force yourself on me. Just a simple please would do." He smirked his insufferable smirk and flipped their positions around. He liked being on top…he was always in control.

Ginny just spluttered. "M-Malfoy? Wh-what're you doing?" She was shivering.

"Just trying to warm you up a bit." He could feel her trembling underneath him, could feel her shaking her slick body on his. Merlin she was sexy.

He slid his hips between her legs and ground his pelvis forward, grinding into her.

She laid there, stunned. Her eyes were wide and she hiccupped from the feel of him pressing down on her, rubbing her. His loud groan snapped her out of.

"What do you think you're doing?" She practically shrieked at him. She wriggled under him, trying to get out from beneath his weight.

Her wriggling only fueled him, and he grabbed her hips for support, still grinding into her. He leaned down and kissed her, eyes fluttering shut.

He kissed her.

Time seemed to stop for Ginny. She just stayed perfectly still where she was. It was when she felt his tongue prying open her lips that reality slammed down on her. Reality, that she found, wasn't so bad. She couldn't help but shudder at the feel of him. It was such a good feeling.

She tried rationalizing with herself. Tried telling herself that this was Draco Malfoy, the boy who had, whenever given the opportunity, bashed not only herself but her friends and housemates. This boy, who she couldn't think of being anything but harsh and cruel, but now found utterly confusing.

This boy who was now utterly desirable.

She didn't care about his name now. All she cared about was the sensations he was putting her body through.

She found herself kissing him back, surprising herself with how much ardor she was kissing him with. She was holding onto him as if her knees would give out at any moment…of course they were already on the floor so that saying doesn't really count here.

She was holding onto him and for that moment every thought of Harry and her friends left her mind. She didn't feel alone anymore. She felt wanted, needed, and she needed to feel that.

She whimpered into his mouth, letting her hands run up and down his back and into his hair, tangling them there with a strong grip. Oooh. His hair. It was so soft. Se had hardly realized he had stopped gelling it until now, but she was happy he had. Harry had never made her feel this good. Draco was pure talent.

As soon as it started it seemed as if it was over. She thought she had heard the sound of the potions room door open, but it would've been over looked if not she had heard someone cough. Her and Draco immediately stopped, eyes wide and turned from their positions on the floor to see who was standing at the door.

Blaise stood there in the door way, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. Ginny would have thought he'd be scandalized, but instead all she saw was his silly grin plastered all over his face.

Ginny sighed, it didn't look as if this was going to go over so well. Not that he was upset about it, but she could foretell now the persistent teasing and joking about it. Seriously, this will probably go on for her whole life. She could see it now, she would be all old and wrinkly, sitting in her old rocker and in he would walk with his cane, point it at her and laugh his old arse off, saying, Remember that time I caught you and Draco snogging in the potions classroom? Ugh…she would never hear the end of it.

She saw his grin form into an all out smile, his smile turn into a chuckle and that chuckle turn into a laugh. Not just the Oh that's funny, lets laugh type of thing, but the Oh my gosh that's hysterical, I think Im going to pee laugh. He grabbed at his sides, and slid down the doorway until he was in a sitting position, still chuckling away.

Draco growled at him and pushed himself off of Ginny, who shivered at the feeling of being alone again, not receiving any body heat. She finally, shakily got to her feet, still dripping from her little accident.

That wonderful accident.

Draco pulled out his wand and dried himself and her off.

"I thought you said no magic?" She said sarcastically. He just rolled his eyes.

"Your detentions over." He sighed as if it really were a loss and magically cleaned the counters and floor.

Blaise's chuckles slowly died down and receded, but he still wore that dopey grin. "Boy, I thought Id never see a Weasley and a Malfoy kiss willingly. What has this world come to?" He just laughed. He let out a contented sigh. "I've never seen a better revelation."

"Honestly Blaise, I would hardly call mucking about with a Weasley a revelation," Draco replied in a gruff voice, sending a glare at his best friend.

His words cut her deep. Mucking about? So she was just his play thing? That kiss, that intimacy, didn't mean anything to him? She didn't know why she cared so much. He is a Malfoy after all. What more could I expect?

But still, that kiss didn't feel like just a kiss. It felt like his lips were expressing how much he cared for her. There was definitely passion in it, and no matter what he said, she didn't think he could be that good of an actor.

Ginny finally woke out of her thoughts and looked up.

The room was deserted, as the two boys had left without saying another word to her, and she could still hear the laughter of Blaise Zabini ringing in her head.

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Ginny stepped back from the sharp grey eyes staring back at her. As he advanced a step, she glanced down, watching her feet and continued to pace away from him, her back eventually hitting the hard stone wall behind her. Her eyes looked up panicked, and she heard herself say to him,

"What d'you want?" Her eyes grew in size as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, eyes boring holes into hers, and noses almost touching.

He cocked his head to the side, leaning towards her ear. " Are you afraid of me?" He whispered in a curious, sensuous voice, breathing on her neck. Before she could answer she felt him lean into her and lightly sprinkle soft kisses onto the sensitive skin of her neck. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace, matting his hands into her long vibrant curls.

He began to lick and suck his way slowly down her neck, nipping her flesh to mark his territory, for everyone to know she was his. He made a trail down to her collar bone and stopped right to the top of her tight shirt, making another path of kisses back up, finally reaching her lips. He caught her bottom lip in between his teeth and lightly began to suck and pull on it.

She swallowed down her groan of passion, and obligingly opened her mouth for his.

His free hand rubbed down her side, slipping under her shirt to caress soft circles onto her flat stomach with his calloused hand. He untangled his hand from her hair and brought up her two hands above her head, capturing and leaving them there as his hand beneath her shirt rose farther up. His hand finally reached her bra and he kneaded her softly through it.

She groaned in a positive way and ground her hips against him in undulated hunger for his touch. He smiled against her mouth, and reached his hand around under her shirt to the back, unclasping her bra with practiced ease.

His hand came back to her breast, rubbing little circles on the hard nipple with his thumb. She moaned into his mouth, yanking one of her hands free from above her head and making her own search of his body.

She felt her way down his chiseled, defined chest, stopping when she reached the top of his pants. She attacked his belt, trying to undo it with her only free hand and whimpering when she was having no success with it.

"Cant…open…" She gasped out.

He dropped her remaining hand, and brought it down to undo his buckle. Once the clasp was free, Ginny shooed his hand away and unzipped his zipper. Letting his trousers pool at the ground by his feet, she reached for his boxers and pulled them down, letting them join the puddle of clothing.

She softly grabbed his cock, rubbing the head of it with her thumb and finally grasping it all into her hand, squeezing it slightly. He moaned and thrust into her hand, whimpering with each touch she drove him mad.

He growled with hunger and impatience he lifted up her skirt and slid her lacy underwear down, supporting her and she stumbled out of the clothing. He pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it over his shoulder and grabbing her breast in his mouth. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her up against the wall.

She was soaking wet. He placed the head of his dick at her entrance, sliding up and down her, getting well lubricated. She gasped at the feeling of his flesh on hers, the pure sensation of bliss. Getting impatient, she confidently rammed herself onto him. He slid into her, all the way to the hilt. She moaned his name. Grinding his hips against hers, his lips went back up to hers, catching her in a steamy, fierce battle of tongues.

He slowly pulled out of her, until he was almost completely out, and shoved himself slowly back in, wanting her to feel all of him.

She matched each of his thrusts with eagerness, increasing the speed until he was pounding in and out her. When she moaned for him to go deeper he complied, thrusting himself in her harder and deeper.

He began to feel her walls tighten, barely holding on himself for so long, but knowing she would soon be over the edge. He sped up his thrusts until he felt her walls contacting around him as she screamed his name in pure ecstasy.

"DRACO!"

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Ginny sat with her head cradled in her arms, fast asleep in Divination. She was having the most odd, completely amazing dream. Unfortunately for her, everyone in the class was aware of that also.

Ever since she fell asleep in this class, her classmates had overheard her mumbling, groaning, even moaning with Oh's and Ah's. She seemed wrestles.

And as soon as she let out a particularly loud one, everyone in the room became acutely aware of her being fast asleep, including Trelawney.

"Ms. Weasley!" Ginny felt herself being shook roughly awake. Peering up, she found herself looking into the thick glasses of Professor Trelawney. She was just having the most amazing dream….

"Your aura's pulsing dear! Are you in the Beyond?" She asked, pushing her glasses further up her nose and looking down on her with her large, serious eyes. Pulsing indeed, especially after that dream. Ginny blushed head to toe but nodded her assent.

"Sure," She stammered, rubbing her hands over her eyes to rid herself of the bags she new must be there.

She couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. It had plagued her all throughout the night and she couldn't get any rest. It bothered her, but not necessarily in a bad way. It was just hard to fathom that he kissed her. And it felt like he meant it, like he wasn't just messing around, but like he cared. And apparently it's plaguing my dreams too.

She couldn't believe she had had the best dream of her life in the middle of Divination class. Ha ha, go figure. At least she could use it as an excuse for sleeping in the middle of class.

"What was it dear? What did you see?" She continued on, waving her hands around in the air.

"Uhm," Ginny stammered. She hadn't thought things through this far ahead. She couldn't exactly tell the truth, now could she?

"A vision, perhaps?" Professor Trelawney encouraged her. Ginny took the bait.

"Of course. Very vivid." She agreed. About what though? Ginny smirked, an idea forming in her head.

"Of what dear?" Trelawney persisted.

"Of the Little Death." She answered calmly. She was certain Sibyll wouldn't pick up on the reference.

"Oh? Indeed, indeed? Who dear? Who did you see die?" She, as always, was interested in anything having to do with someone dying. Old coot.

"Uh…me of course." She turned and looked around the room where everyone was all eyes on her. She saw Draco in the front row, eyebrow raised and smirk on his lips. "And Malfoy," She said. Well, she was technically telling the truth then. The class all turned to Malfoy and back again. Well, it's not as if they'll suspect anything. They are arch enemies anyway.

"Very good! Very good child!" The teacher exclaimed. "Outstanding for you! You truly possess the Sight!" Ginny rolled her eyes when her teacher wasn't looking, and nodded vigorously when she turned back to her.

The class was nearly over, and students were drifting towards the door for when Professor Trelawney would excuse them. She waved her hand at them and they opened the door, dispersing down the many steps to reach the Great Hall for lunch.

Ginny took her time packing her things; she wasn't that hungry anyway. The lack of sleep was getting to her, and she'd rather go take a quick nap now than fall asleep in another class. She wasn't sure the other teachers would take things so lightly.

She made her way out of the door and turned, closing it. Sighing in relief of her current freedom, she began to make her way down the steps when she felt a hand on her arm stop her. She looked up to see none other than the man of her dreams…literally.

"What d'you want?" She asked, her exact words from her dream.

He just smirked. "So, the Little Death, huh?" He asked. Oh no, he didn't know what that meant, did he? Stupid rich kid, probably fluent in French.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy," She replied. She snubbed him and continuing her decent.

"Don't play dumb, Weasley. I know it's easy for you, but give it up. You know what I meant."

Ginny just rolled her eyes. "Actually, Malfoy, I don't. Now so kindly remove your hand from my arm," She snarled, brushing his hand off her arm as if it was diseased. Sure, his touch made her skin feel as if it were on fire, but she was still mad at him for the other night.

"Oh come on, Red. Little Death. French term for orgasm. Ring a bell?"

Ginny's face turned beet red. Of course it ringed a bell. She wasn't completely lying about her dream to Trelawney, she just thought that no one in the class would catch on.

Draco didn't wait for her to deny it, he just took her silence as confirmation.

Draco quickly pushed her up against the wall, taking both of her hands and pinning it above her head. Talk about Déjà vu. He breathed against her ear, whispering in it,

"So, Weasley, Did we both come your dream?" He asked, pushing his hips against hers. Her eyes widened and all she could do was gape. "Perhaps it was a premonition. Perhaps you really do have the Sight," He said huskily.

He then dropped both of her hands and continued down the steps and out of sight, as if nothing at all had happened.

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A/N : Sorry this one took a while to write, but Ive been busy with 9th grade orientation and orchestra practices and stuff. And sorry there is not more Blaise, but there will be. I had to hurry and type this one up because Im going to be spending the weekend at ATaintedStarsNightmare's house. So I probably wont be able to write or update any time soon...unless we decide to have a Writing Party or something. But, if I get more reviews Ill try to update faster :).. REVIEW!! :)