A/N: Here you go - a bit of action for y'all ;)
"What the hell was that?" Draco accosted Ginny as she rounded the corner, leaving the library.
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, confused.
"You know bloody well what I mean. You. And Potter," he spat out, advancing until she was almost against the wall. "I saw you two going at it in the entrance hall."
"And here I thought you hadn't noticed - you seemed so preoccupied with Natalie-"
"Shut up, Weasley. You know I just need a reason to beat the shit out of-"
"Language, Draco," Ginny placed a finger over his lips, smirking, "Though I suppose I shouldn't expect any different from a Deatheater family-"
In a second she was pinned against the wall, Draco's wand pointed at her heart, "Don't you dare talk about my family," he spat.
Even in this situation, Ginny wouldn't show her fear. "Everyone knows your family has been in the dark arts for generations," she probed. I'm not scared of you, she thought, although she knew he could feel her heartbeat quicken.
"Shut UP!" he pushed her harder, jarring her against the wall, lifting her until she was eye to eye with him - nearly a foot off the ground.
Ginny's eyes widened, but she quickly reverted to her cool indifference. "Let me down, ferret."
"I don't think I want to, Weasel," he sneered, "I want to scare you... how can I do that?" He leaned closer, staring into her eyes, which were now flicking back and forth as her pulse quickened.
"I told you, y-you can't." She tried to sneer, and attempted prying his arm off of her.
"Give it up, Weasel!"
"Wait a minute... are you doing this because you're jealous?" she smirked, eyes glinting, "You are, aren't you?"
"I am not jealous of Potter!" He growled, pushing her harder.
"Ow!" She cried as she hit the back of her head on the wall, "Yes you are!" she persisted, not letting her fear show.
"No, I'm NOT!" He pushed her again, smirking a satisfied smirk when she grimaced in pain.
"You're just like your father," she spat at him, glaring.
He dropped her, stepping back, coldly sneering. "No. I'm sorry, Weasel, I can't say I am," he drawled.
Ginny stood up again, glaring up at him. "If I wasn't dating Harry, what would you do?"
She barely had time to finish the question before he had bent and was kissing her. Oh my God! He was holding her against the wall, possessively, and was kissing her more passionately than she'd ever been kissed. He kissed her like he had a purpose. And she liked it.
"That's what I'd do if you weren't with Potter," he stated, breathlessly, looking into her eyes. "But you are." He noticed the fear finally appearing on her face. "I win," he spat, leaving her to gather up her books and head back to the common room. Confused, exhilarated, lonely, passionate, and very scared.
