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Chapter Four

Firewhisky Closets Trouble.

Ginny sat in the common room for a few hours after seeing Hermione off to her detention. She did not envy her friend having to spend every night this week in the presence of the dreaded potions master. She was just finishing up her homework assignments and was heading off to bed when Harry stood before her, blocking off the stairs to the girls' rooms. "Harry," she sighed in exasperation. "It's late and I'd like to get some sleep."

"Ginny, I really do love you," he said surprising her. She slid her hand down his cheek and Harry relaxed a little when she started rubbing his chin softly with her thumb, like she used to do when they were together.

"Then why can't we be together, Harry?" she asked, fighting back tears that threatened to fall. It felt good to be in his arms again.

His emerald green eyes looked into her chocolate brown ones. "I won't lose you. I can't risk Voldemort's followers using you against me."

"Voldemort is dead, remember? You killed him," Ginny said, trying not to hide the annoyance in her voice.

"But his followers aren't and until I destroy all the horcruxes they will find a way to bring him back from death," he replied, running his hands through her hair.

"And after all the horcruxes are destroyed, then what?" she asked hopefully. If he gave her one reason to wait, she would… no matter how small that chance was.

"I don't know," he answered looking away.

"Harry look at me," she whispered. He turned back and looked at her. He lowered his head slightly bringing his lips close to hers. Ginny lifted her head, silently willing him to kiss her. Harry brushed his lips over hers… the lightest of touches. She moved her head to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back.

"Ginny," he whispered staring into her eyes.

"Kiss me, Harry," she begged. Harry groaned deep in his throat. He pushed her against the wall and slanted his lips over hers. He kissed her with passion and frustration combined. Ginny thought she was soaring, never before had Harry kissed her like this. He rolled his tongue around in her mouth enjoying the little war they played. Ginny thought she was in heaven… at least until the old Harry came back.

She gasped in shock when he pushed her away. "That can't happen again," he said as he walked away.

With a huff of anger, Ginny stomped up the stairs to her room. All her dorm mates were fast asleep so she silently slid into her bed and tried to get some sleep. Ginny tossed and turned in her bed as thoughts of Harry and her schoolwork bombarded her mind. Before her run in with Harry, she had just finished her homework, including the two-foot long essay for potions on how love potions are bad for the mind. As she was thinking about potions, she spotted Hermione climbing the stairs. Ginny jumped out of bed. "Hermione," she called softly.

Hermione turned around and Ginny noticed that she quickly hid her hands in the pockets of her robe. "Hey, Ginny," she replied.

"So, how was it? Detention, I mean."

"Alright, I suppose. He had me working so hard that I just want to go to sleep."

"I seems as though Professor Snape has it out for all of us. I mean, just today he ridiculed me in front of everyone that my potion was the wrong shade of pink when a group of Slytherins turned their potion bright purple and he didn't say a thing to them!"

Hermione sighed. "Maybe we just don't understand his teaching style," Hermione stated and Ginny noticed a touch of anger in her voice.

"Are you alright?" she asked her.

Hermione rubbed her eyes and Ginny noticed that she tried to hide a slight sheen that had developed on her hands. "Sorry, Ginny… just exhausted. See you in the morning."

"Sure. Night Hermione." Ginny watched the Head Girl disappear up the steps and shook her head. Hermione always stood up for professors but Snape? Not that was different. She would have to also remember to ask her what happened to her hands… tomorrow. With Hermione, her studies, and Harry running around in her mind, she found it difficult to sleep. I need some air, she thought. She quickly pulled on pajama pants that matched her baby pink tank top and left the common room. She went to the one place she knew would be empty and teacher free.

Draco went down to the old potions classroom like he did most nights. They were never used and he was never disturbed. Grabbing the bottle of firewhiskey he had hidden under a floor plank, he sat down at one of the desks. Resting his head on his arms, he lets his long blonde hair fall around his face. His silver eyes clouded with emotions as he takes a drink of the whiskey hoping to soon feel numb. His emotions get the best of him and he lets all the tears he had been holding in fall out. He never knew he had so much to lose until he lost everything… well… almost everything.

He looked down to the dark mark on his arm. Usually he wore long sleeves to cover it up, but now that he was alone he didn't care. He ran his fingers over the mark, feeling the skin tingle from the magic in it. Oh how he wanted it back then.

"Was it worth it?" he wondered out loud.

"Oh, I didn't think anyone would be in here," Ginny said trying to get a good look at the person sitting in the shadows. Draco knew who she was. He would recognize that red hair anywhere.

"Weasley," he snarled, "What are you doing out of bed?"

"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy," she retorted. She looked him over. He looked good wearing only a black muscle shirt and black sweats. She hadn't thought he would come back to school. She moved closer to him, studying him. His face had changed. His cheeks sunk in a little and his once straight nose had a slight bump. She wondered how he had broken his nose. He let his hair grow as it was now past his shoulders. And his silver eyes had dark circles under them, along with tear streaks. But despite all that changed about him she found herself oddly attracted to him. Wait why was Draco crying? Ginny wondered. "You've been crying," she stated wondering why she cared but yet still lifting her hand to wipe away his tears. Draco moved his face before she could touch him. "Well excuse me for being concern," she gritted.

"I don't need your pity, Weasley," he snarled.

Ginny, not wanting to fight, decided to drop it. "I guess I'll leave you alone then."

He watched her turn and walk away. She certainly had developed over the years, he thought as he watched her ample bottom walk away. "Running off to tell Potter you saw Big Bad Malfoy crying?" He asked bitterly snapping himself from his thoughts.

She turned so fast it shocked him. "Never! I'm not that low. Harry and I aren't really on the best of terms right now," She said her brown eyes flashing with anger. Damn she is even sexier angry, Draco thought to himself. He ran his eyes down her body staring at her bosoms a little longer then he should have. She sure did look good in pink and, he noticed, she wasn't wearing a bra. He could see her stiff nipples though her shirt. Ginny stiffened, Draco Malfoy was checking her out and she couldn't for the life of her explain why she was still standing there.

Draco closed the distance between them. She sucked in a breath of air when she saw his look of hunger. He was going to kiss her, she realized, but what shocked her more was the fact that she wanted him to kiss her. Maybe it was the long blonde hair, or maybe it was those silver eyes so full of pain. But Ginny lifted her lips up giving him all the permission he needed.

He kissed her softly first, as if she would disappear by the slightest touch. She moaned and opened her mouth allowing his tongue to enter. He was rough, but she loved every minute of it. She could taste the firewhiskey he had been drinking and wondered how much he had before she walked in on him.

She whimpered when he moved his lips, not wanting to kiss to end. Draco slowly began a trail of kisses down her creamy neck. She felt his hand find her nipples through her shirt and she groaned when he flicked each one with his thumb. She couldn't ever remember feeling this way with Harry.

Oh my God… Harry! she thought. What am I doing? She pushed away from Draco. His breath was shallow and she was trying her hardest to catch hers. She looked over at him noting the confused look on his face. She guessed not too many girls told him no

"Ginny, what wrong?" Draco asked sounding a little perturbed at her reaction to him.

"That shouldn't have happened," she whispered bringing her hand to her lips.

He could tell she was as aroused as he was and he wondered what had made her stop. He turned, grabbed his bottle, and left her standing there. He really didn't feel like chasing after her right now. He walked slowly back to his room taking a swing of whiskey every few steps. Yes he knew that drinking was bad for him, but hey, so was kissing a certain red head. If you're going to break one rule you might as well break them all. He had gone out to clear his head only to mess it up some more and Ginny Weasley had successfully confused the crap out of him.

"Down here somewhere," a voice said coming in his direction breaking him out of his thoughts.

Draco ran to the closet near him. The last thing he needed was to get caught, especially after the events last year even though he was Head Boy. Just as he was closing the closet door he saw a flash of red. He pulled her in and covered her mouth. "Filch," was the only explanation he gave her. Only after he felt her nod her head in understanding did he remove his hand from her mouth. He quickly put a silencing charm on the door hoping they got in before Filch had come around the corner.

Ginny was relived when he moved his hand. Her body was still trying to get over the last time he touched her. She looked around to see where he had dragged her. It's only a broom cabinet. Hell, it's even big enough to fit eight more people in here. Ginny thought, wondering why it felt like she couldn't have been in a smaller space with that man. Ginny turned and looked at Draco. He seemed in his own little world too. She watched has he moved some of the brooms around creating more space for them to move about.

It was taking all of his self control in his body to stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her senseless. Draco shook his head. The last thing he needed was to be stuck on some little girl. He looked her in her eyes, trying to hide his lustful emotions and assure her she was safe. But the look of lust in her eyes stopped him cold on his feet. Maybe it was the shock of being pulled into the closet. Or maybe it was the fact that he, the boy she once called her enemy had pulled her in. Ginny saw that he was staring at her and she looked into his eyes for any sign of deceit. But she found none… his eyes were dark clouds that she couldn't read. Without thinking about it, she moved a strand of his long blonde hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear.

He leaned forward giving her time to stop him. Ginny didn't need time to make her decision. She grabbed his face and kissed him. Draco groaned changing their position so her back was pushed against the wall. He lifted her to gain better access to her mouth, grunting with pleasure when she wrapped her legs around him.

Draco broke the kiss, pulled his head back, and gazed at her. She was a vision with her eyelids heavy with desire, her face flushed, and her luscious lips parted on a whimper. He smirked as he ran his tongue the length of her neck, following with a trail of kisses, savoring every sound she made. As he kissed her he rubbed his arousal against her core.

Ginny gasped against his mouth, feeling him grind his hips into hers. Matching the movement with his tongue, she started to understand why he was known as a sex god. Ginny smoothed her hands down his back feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. Draco groaned and placed her on her feet. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw his head back in pleasure when she flicked his nipples with her tongue… she was driving him crazy. He loved the feel of her in his arms. He moved his hands along the length of her body, cupping her bottom and pushing his erection harder against her. Ginny ran her hands down his chiseled chest and reaching the band of his pants, she hesitated. Grabbing her nerves, she released his erection from his pants. She stroked the length of him, smirking at him as he drew in sharp breaths. Draco couldn't take anymore. He pushed her hand away and ripped off her pants and shirt. He laughed at her look of shock, and kissed her senseless. Grabbing her breast in his hands and squeezing them he noticed a small heart-shaped birthmark over her right nipple. It was quite adorable and he ran his tongue over it. Smiling at her moan of pleasure he began to rub his thumbs against her nipples, tweaking them with his fingers.

"Yes," Ginny cried out softly when he circled her nipple with his tongue. She shuddered when he pulled off her panties without moving his mouth from her breast. He found her core with his fingers, flicking her clit with his thumb. He swallowed her scream of pleasure with a kiss to silence her. Ginny shook her head from side to side, feeling him bring her to the edge with just his fingers. She tried to catch her breath... finding it hard. Never before had she felt like this. It confused and excited her all at the same time.

"I know they're around here somewhere," Filch's voice could be overheard.

Draco stiffened. "Shit," he hissed.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked looking worried.

"I'm so stupid," he said slapping his head, "How could I forget about Filch." With a wave of his wand he quickly redressed a confused Ginny, mending her clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head and looked at her. He still wanted her and he would get her, but not here and not now.

Ginny couldn't help but feel a little put out. She thought he wanted her like she wanted him. It wasn't until she saw the look of hunger in his eyes did she realize that he wasn't playing a cruel joke. She smirked when she heard his sharp intake the moment he stuck his dick back in his pants.

"Think that's funny do you?" he asked growling at her.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked as she backed up against the wall away from his approach. She shuddered when he grasped her breasts through her clothes. Desire swam through her veins and she moaned, moving her hips silently and asking for more… whimpering when he pulled his hand away.

"Still thinks it's funny?" he asked with a smirk.

Ginny sent him daggers with her look. She watched as he put a concealing spell around them just in time. They stood together when Filch opened door and it wasn't until Filch closed the door and they heard footsteps walking away did they dare talk.

"That was close," he whispered.

She just nodded her agreement. "I… I should get back."

"I would walk you but I think that would be tempting fate," he said with a smile.

He watched her walk away and damnit, if he didn't want one more kiss. Cursing himself he thought: firewhiskey plus closets equals trouble. He was halfway back to his room when he turned around, hoping he could catch up to her before she made it back to Gryffindor Tower. As he got closer, he began to fear he missed her. A flash of red caught his eye. Smart girl he thought, seeing that she kept to the shadows. He hurried to catch up with her.

Ginny felt a strong pair of arms grab her from behind. Next thing she knew she was being pushed against the wall and was kissed senseless. Draco she thought, smiling on his lips. She kissed him back with all the pent up passion she had since walking away from the closet. She bit his bottom lip and slowly ran her tongue along it. His sharp intake was music to his ears. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Harry!"

A/N: Well, that's it for now. I hope you all liked this chapter. And sorry for the cliffhanger but my friends absolutely love the way this ended. Stay tuned for the next chapter that will be written by my friend. As before, she started this so she will be doing all the odd numbered chapters and I will be writing all the even numbered ones. Again, read and review.