Nothing belongs to me.
XLIX: More
Ginny groaned, opening her eyes. She was in a familiar room, lying in a familiar bed, entangled in familiar emerald green sheets.
Next to her an Adonis, her Adonis, awoke, lifting himself up into a sitting position.
Ginny pulled the sheets closer to her body. She felt rather weak. Not even detention with the Carrows could make her feel as sore as she did after one of her midnight escapades with Draco.
"What is this?" she asked suddenly, after a few moments of silence. She stared blankly around his dormitory – as Head Boy, Draco received his own. She turned to him.
When he didn't respond, she pressed on. "What are we?" whispered Ginny. "Am I just – just one of your conquests?"
"What are you going on about, Ginevra?"
She huffed, pushing her long hair out of her face. "I want to be more than just your slice of apple pie, Malfoy!"
He raised a brow at the use of his surname and mention of dessert, but Ginny did not falter.
"For all I know, you could be having some cherry or blueberry pie on the side!" Ginny exclaimed heatedly. "Hell, even Sheppard's pie!"
Draco looked horribly bemused, even more so than Neville Longbottom did in a Double Potions Class with Professor Snape.
She just wished he would say something – and that this awful flush would leave her cheeks!
"I-I want to be your only pie." Ginny murmured, looking away ashamedly.
Draco placed a single hand on the small of her back, and she closed her eyes at his touch. They fluttered open again, though, at his next words.
"There shall be no other pie."