Pfff, Finally an update... I'm so sorry it took so long... Real life kick me around for quite sometime... Mom needed surgery, dad sick, I got sick, couldn't write at work...all the shit that makes life difficult...

anyways I'll try to make it up and update sooner... my maximun of two weeks in between is still standing

11. Bad days.

I tried to follow her as much as I could, I wanted to know everything about her. Her daily activities, her classes, how she spend her free time, what she liked to eat, what her strong points were, what her weakness was, if she had any at all. The more I found out about her the more I wanted to know. It was an obsession, an addiction.

With her being one of the leaders of the resistance inside the school it was very hard to come close to her in general. There were always people around her, Loony Lovegood accompanied her to every class they had together and if Ravenclaws didn't join the Gryffindors in class she was join by one of her house mates. Like they were her bodyguards, they made sure that I couldn't watch her for as long as I wanted without them noticing it.

It was becoming bloody annoying! I knew she found it annoying as well, every time somebody would join her, her eyes flashed in annoyance.

Just as they did when her friends asked about her family, or about the scarhead. Her eyes would blaze with fury at the mention of the mudblood or when they discussed new laws that were being passed. Every time it happened I want to ask her why? Why was she so angry with the mudblood, or why she could get worked up over an other law but I never could, due to her stupid bodyguard.

The only time I spend really alone with her was during our nighttime activities in the Room of Requirement but even in the nights we spend together I never found an opening to really talk to her. She didn't gave me the chance either. Her presence was mind numbing, her way with me stopped all working of my mind.

I did have many questions for her.

Ginerva was a strange creature, her almost black burning eyes told her thoughts while her actions did something completely different. Like her eyes could kill somebody the same time she smiled friendly at them. Her simple manners were so elegant, the way she held herself, the way she moved, she owned the castle and every male eye living in it.

She was never afraid. Not of the Carrow's, not of Snape and not of the Squad. She never flinched or backed away. I pondered over and over again why? Why was she able to smile at Alecto or Amicus when they were calling her names, insulting her family, hitting her or even cursing her? Why was she able to have sex with the enemy with out showing one ounce of guilt? What was going on in her head?

Besides the one time I found her tortured and mistreated I never saw weakness in her.

I knew she was rescuing young students from the Carrow's, I knew what she would find every time she went into the dungeons to get them out. It was a horrific sight… and yet she never would give any indication that it did something to her.

I watched her once, during one of her rescue missions of a first year. I hid in the dark corner of the dungeon where Amycus had held a small first year. The boy had been hit and tortured for more than an hour by Slytherin's third years and was covered in blood and unconscious. The sight of him made my intestines squirm. I don't think I ever felt that uneasy with my own being and believes.

Concealed by darkness and magic, silently I had watched as she slid into the room, like a ghost, her feet never made a sound, her eyes on the boy. Her wand work to release the bonds was done fluidly and without a word. She didn't gag or flinched as she quickly checked the boy over. Her face was impassive as if she didn't really cared. After placing an other spell over the kid she lifted the small boy over her shoulder and with a direct glance, a smile and a wink at me she left the room. It all happened in a minute and I was left stunned by her and by the fact that she somehow had known that I was there. More stunning, she was carrying a bleeding, tortured small boy and she was still able to smile at me, her enemy, one of the causes of that pain she was saving the boy from.

The day after that I spend mostly in my room, thinking about Ginerva.

"Mate, you look like a love sick puppy." Blaise said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Fuck off." I muttered.

"Yes, definitely love sick." Blaise chuckled as he sat down in one of the sofa's that decorated my room.

"What do you want?" I growled. Blaise just laughed.

"Draco, when are you going to admit that you have fallen head over heals for that little red head." Blaise sighed.

"When I do." I snapped.

"O please, Draco. Stop lying to yourself, you have been following her every step for two weeks now. You have been watching her so closely you know her every move and you still admit you feel nothing for her?"

I sighed and close my eyes, I would never admit that a Malfoy could love but I had the sinking feeling Blaise was right. Just a shag would never have captivated me like this.

"She's a drug, Draco. Dangerous, lethal and addictive." Blaise said seriously.

"And you think I didn't know that by now?" I spat annoyed. I knew exactly what she was, I had seen it. I had seen the darkness burning in her, felt the dark magic flowing from her, saw the white magic in her acts and her deadliness in her curves and sensuality.

"Your are addicted to her, aren't you?" Blaise hissed. "I warned you this might happen."

"You also said we were a very good match."

"I'm starting to think I was wrong, even you can't handle her." Blaise breathed.

"You know that's a lie." I growled.

"Do I? Than why are you pining over her in your room instead of shagging her brains out?"

I got up angrily and grabbed my cloak, it was almost midnight anyway, being a few minutes early wasn't bad.

"Sorry, Blaise, I didn't want to worry you but I was just waiting for the clock to reach midnight so I could do just that. My daily exercise."

"You have been waiting the whole damn day, locked up in your room."

"Yeah, well it's a really good and satisfying exercise. It's worth waiting for!" I yelled as I walked out of the room.

Why were people making my life so complicated! First my dad with his whole pure-blood and etiquette nonsense he tortured into me, than the Dark Lord with taking control of my life completely and now my best friend who was pushing me into something that could cost me my life.

It's not that I never entertained the thought of settling for a life with Ginerva, I mean she was in every fucking dream I had but it was simply impossible. There was no way we could be together even if we wanted to, which I was sure she didn't. It was clear that Ginerva was only after a good shag, she flirted with every guy in the castle, gay, straight, in a relation or not. She was always prowling, hunting. I knew I would have her as long was we matched perfectly.

Why did it hurt somewhere in the pit of my stomach?

If I was early, Ginerva was really early. The door was already there and when I opened it, it perfectly reflected my mood. An escape from real life.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I asked her.

"I didn't." She giggled. "but if your day was anything like mine you need this."

She was lying on a roman style sofa, only clad in a white see through gown.

"You look like an roman goddess." I breathed.

"Wow, a compliment from Mr. Draco Malfoy. My life is perfect now." She giggle again. Suddenly she turned serious and her eyes penetrated my soul, there wasn't a doubt in my mind what she wanted. I smirked at her and nodded.

Like she would prowl for prey I prowled for her, slowly removing my clothing as I got closer to her. I watched her lift her leg, so sexy, the drapes fell down and exposed her whole leg. I heard her purr as my eyes moved over her smooth leg. My cock twitched, it knew what was hidden under the rest of her gown.

"Your attire is captivating." I whispered as I moved forward to kiss her.

"Yours is hiding what I find captivating." She whispered sultry. I smiled and removed the offensive items for her. Like always her eyes darkened even further at the sight of my naked body, gods I wished I knew what was going on in her head at those moments.

She moved again, her legs made space for me, showing the already dripping wet small path of red hair. No lingerie. I took a deep breath and relaxed at the scent of her arousal, I swear no woman ever smelled so good, so sexy.

I slid my hands up her legs, until they reached the wet soft flesh. She was ready for me.

Foreplay is so overrated! I wanted her, Merlin, how I wanted to fuck her, to have her, to bury my whole being in her.

"Please, Draco." She whimpered. I looked into her eyes, as dark as the were, they burned with fire, I knew she was in no mood for foreplay either. I swiftly moved forward to level myself with her never breaking the connection between our eyes. In one move I took her, her hot walls wrapped around my aching cock, completely relieving me of all previous thoughts.

"Gods, Draco, you feel good." She whispered, sending shivers through my body. Her voice alone could hold me when it sounded so sexy.

She moved her hips exactly the way I liked it, gyrating, molding, milking until I felt I was going crazy with pleasure. She made all sorts of sexy noises, when my mouth met her breast she whimpered, her hands buried themselves in my hair, when my hand squeezed her nice buttocks she moaned.

"Harder, Draco." She begged.

"Oh gods." I heard myself moan as she worked her inner muscles. I lost myself completely in her as she did those things to me. Her dark eyes holding my icy ones, her flaming hair and the floral scent coming from her skin, the sounds of her moans. Everything that was pushing me to the edge of oblivion.

I knew she was getting close, her breathing changed and her eyes lost focus.

"Draco!" She screamed as I felt her walls contracting around me. I moved faster, harder as I knew she wanted and as I knew would make her even more tight around me. A high pitched scream came from her as she reached the top of oblivion.

"Oh, oh, shit, you're so tight. So wet." I moaned as she milked me. Light flashed behind my eyes and suddenly a was on a free fall, soaring miles high, releasing my cum into her. "Oh, hmmm, Ginerva…"

I couldn't help but moan and whisper. After a few more jerky movements I collapsed on top of her.

"Gods Ginerva. Gods I love you."

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I was having a bad day, a really bad day. Even with all the muggle-borns gone from school it was still able to get crowded. I never really realized how many half-bloods, pure-bloods and stupid muggle-borns were in Gryffindor, now it was bloody annoying.

With the whole atmosphere in the castle getting darker many students looked at Dumbledore's Army to be a beacon of light. I really couldn't care less, all I cared about was that I was no longer able to have a minute alone. Neville seemed to think that I and Luna needed protection badly, he had set up the whole resistance for that job alone.

I thanks the heavens for the night, the daily dark because it was the only time to be free. While everybody was sleeping, I roamed the castle, in search of the man that has taken some sort of hold over me.

With Draco I felt the freedom I so longed for. I felt strong with him, free and powerful, able to be myself, the dark wanton woman I really am. Draco let me be that woman, he loved my feistiness, my need for him. I knew he loved it, he never took things slow or lovingly, he didn't take the time for foreplay, not that I ever needed it, I always wanted him to be like that. Our time together became the only relieve I had in the castle.

Draco was some sort of a mystery to me. Since my conversation with Blaise, Draco was following me around the castle. I knew he didn't want me to know that he was there but I was always on high alert, searching dangers that lurked in the hallways, so naturally I noticed him following and watching me. Seriously, those icy eyes could burn a hole in my back.

I noticed that he was watching me during dinner, that he was watching me in the library while I was studying, I felt his eyes burning in me as I walked through the hallways. Why he did it I didn't know but deep down I was thrilled with the amount of attention that he gave me.

And it wasn't only during the day. During our night time activities he was becoming more and more caring, focused on me, on my pleasure. He didn't even showed that sneer when I demanded things from him anymore.

To be honest Draco's strange ways and my never resting guard weren't making my day so bad. It was the one person I called a real friend, Collin Creevey.

"Gin, come on! You are falling in love with Draco."

"Why the hell would you say that!" I snapped at him.

"Ginny, I can see it in your eyes, they lit up when Draco is close by, it's even worse as with Harry. I know you for the better part of six years now, I have seen you go through that with Harry. Honestly Ginny, I know you, you are falling."

"You don't know a damn thing about me." I growled.

"Oh, come on. Give me a bit more credit. I know you better than you think."

"Oh yeah. What do you know, uh?"

Collin rolled his eyes at me and laughed.

"I know that you are not what people think you are. You are not as sweet and innocent as people think you are. Hell, Gin, you move around the castle like you own the place, not even the Carrow's can touch you. You are darker than the rest of us Gryffindors, sometimes when you get angry or annoyed it pours out off you, I know Seamus feels it as well. I also know that you care nothing for the chosen one, you don't love him and I'm not even sure you ever really have. you don't care about the resistance you only fight for your own freedom. With Draco, you are hunting for something more than a good shag, I have yet to find out what that is but I have the strange feeling that you found it in Draco Malfoy."

"You talk a lot of bullshit, Collin."

Collin laughed out loud.

"Oh, Ginny. You know deep down it's not bullshit. Draco Malfoy gives you something, it makes you a different but yet stronger person."

"Hahaha, you are quite the joker but Draco is indeed giving me something and I'm now going to get it. It's named a good shag."

I got up grabbed a set of white robes and left the room. Before leaving the common room I retreated to the shadows and concealed myself. I left the room when the portrait swung open for Neville, he had been on rescue duty today. I noticed the relieved smile on his face, the job had gone to plan. Collin was right Draco was getting soft. He let us of the hook again.

I smiled to myself as I remembered that night I saved the badly beaten first year. As soon as I reached the door of the dungeon I knew Draco was around, I could actually smell his aftershave still lingering in the hallway.

For a second I lingered in the thoughts of this scent around me, I remembered how he smelled when I was playing with him. Only for a second, I couldn´t wait too long. I opened the door and my eyes immediately were drawn to the grey ones that came from a shadowy corner. This time I didn´t linger, I wasn´t even sure if Draco had noticed that I had seen him. I moved swiftly, quickly and with the strength that I could only summon during the night, when I felt alive.

Draco had done nothing to stop me from taking away the boy. He just watched me. I internally cursed as I saw the small boy from up close, he was bleeding which meant that I was getting blood on me again. Stupid boy, stupid Slytherins. Before I let myself get too worked up I focused on the other male in the room, his eyes were still locked on me, I felt them on me. My body couldn't help but reacting, I needed him already.

I reached the Room of Requirement well before midnight, I knew Draco wouldn´t be there yet so I took my time to ask something special from the room. A retreat, a dream, an other world than the annoyingly castle. When I opened the door it was like I walked into ancient Rome.

Perfect! The room was decorated with marble and old roman furniture, a sofa big enough to be a bed.

I quickly changes into my robes, disregarding my lingerie. Only when I was dressed in the white robes I realized how well the sexy see through dress fitted in with the décor. Secretly I wished I could take a picture of myself as I lay down on the sofa, I was sure it looked sexy and special.

To my big surprise the door opened just seconds after I settle myself. Stormy grey eyes met mine in surprise.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked. Apparently he needed an escape as well, it was rather funny to realize that although complete enemies we seemed to always have the need for the same things.

"I didn't." I giggled as girly as I could manage. "but if your day was anything like mine you need this."

His eyes scanned my body, like he always does when I was waiting for him, like he could find something new every time. The need and passion was clear in his eyes

"You look like an roman goddess." He breathed in an honest compliment.

"Wow, a compliment from Mr. Draco Malfoy. My life is perfect now." I joked. I tried to snapped us out of the intense tingling of sexual charged air that started to flow around us but I couldn't. His eyes locked with mine and heat started to flow in my body, my aching pussy reacted to the intensity with vigor. It made me squirm.

Never breaking our connection he moved towards me, sleek like a panther, a wild cat hunting for prey. Damn I wanted him badly, I wanted him to make me forgot the castle and the people in it.

I watched as he stalked closer, removing his clothes, exposing almost every bit of sexy white skin he had.

"Your attire is captivating." He whispered as I moved to accommodate him between my legs.

"Yours is hiding what I find captivating."

He did as I indicated and removed the last piece of clothing. I couldn't help but twitch in desire. His cock, pale, thick, hard, long and capable was a show to watch, to feel and to experience. My body knew what was coming, it was ready, demanding and desire took over all me senses.

His hands moved up my legs, pushing aside any remaining fabric, until his fingers reach my wet soft flesh. Gods, how I loved that feeling. I knew he would take me, have his way with me, he knew I wanted it but I couldn't help begging. My body felt ready to explode.

"Please, Draco." Was all he needed. With one rough and swift movement he took me. He took over everything, my body, my senses, my brain, myself. My nails buried in his skin, the blood they drew, my legs around his hips, my breast under his lips, his cock reaching that soft spot, everything about him and what he was doing to me, took me. Owned me.

I couldn't help but screaming his name as he started to push me to the edge of oblivion.

"Harder, Draco." I begged as I needed him to push me over the edge. I heard him moaning, whispering my name. the roughness in his voice vibrated through my body, the way he moaned in oblivion pushed my over the edge, screaming his name as I went.

"Oh, oh, shit, you're so tight. So wet." He moaned as he started to slam into me even faster. I felt his cock twitch, harden and releasing. "Oh, hmmm, Ginerva…"

He continued his movement until we were both spend and he collapsed on top of me with a sigh.

"Gods Ginerva. Gods I love you."

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