The heirs of the four founders

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The lunch rendezvous

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          “Don’t forget to write the essay on the origin of ‘Castle Muntel Hope’,” professor Bins said as the students packed their books, readying themselves for lunch.

          Ginny walked in front with Hermione. Apparently, last year, Ginny had aced her History of Magic exam and had been moved up a grade.

          “I can’t believe we already have homework,” whined Hermione.

          Ginny stopped and looked over at Hermione in shock. “Okay where is my friend Hermione and what have you done with her?”

          Hermione laughed and then added, “Don’t worry Gin, it’s still me, but this year I decided that I was going to have a little fun.  What better place to start then spending more time on shopping and hanging with my friends, rather then reading books and cramming for exams. Besides I’m already head girl!”

          The two girls were walking towards the great hall when Ginny suddenly remembered Draco’s note.

          “I have to go Herm, I’ll meet you back for advance Arithmacy. Save me seat!” she said and started running. Hermione stared at the retreating back of her friend, another suspicious gaze settling on her face. 

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          Ginny was running, red hair flying in the air.

          Oh gods, I’m late! Late!

          She thought to herself as she rounded another corner and barely saw the portrait of Sir Derafigin, as she was grabbed from behind, hand tight over her waist and a firm grip over her mouth.

          She tried to kick her attacker, but only wriggle a little into his grasp. He chuckled softly and pulled her into an old hallway and began to drag her along. They reached a painting of an old army officer and her attacker muttered ‘Serpeous’ and it swished to the side. He pulled her in and gently placed her on a green, velvet love seat sofa, and he took the arm-chair across it. He was wearing a black cloak and had he’s hood on, so Ginny couldn’t see his face.

          “What do you want?” she asked with a slight touch of nervousness in her voice.

          “You seem to forget things very quick, red!”

          Red, she thought to herself, then suddenly remembering something. In the note, Draco called me Red. It’s him! Ohhhoooooooo!

          Ginny gave a laugh and walked toward her `attacker’. When she was an arm length from him, she pulled his hood off.

          “I knew it! I’m so good!” Ginny said as she did a little happy dance. Draco just stared at her amused. When she stopped, he pulled her on his lap.

          “Well what do you want me for?” she asked impatiently before he crashed his lips hard on her own. He forced her mouth open and his tongue met hers, exploring and discovering each other all over again.

He pulled her legs over his waist so she was now facing him. He felt her hair run through his fingers as he showered her shoulder with tiny bites and light kisses. Ginny moaned in response and arched herself into him.

He groaned and slid his hands underneath her skirt, massaging her thighs. She dug her fingernails in his back as he breathed hotly down her neck before kissing and sucking gently on her neck. When he reached her panties, he carefully slid his hand in and kissed her hungrily on the lips. Ginny gave a startled moan as his hand shifted and he slipped the tip of one of his fingers inside her. She instinctively began to pull away from him but he grabbed her butt with his other hand holding her in place.

"Ginny..." Draco breathed and she could feel his erection pressing into her thigh.

          “Mmmm,” she moaned in his mouth. Taking this as an opportunity, he gripped her crotch even tighter, sliding his finger a little more inside her. She gasped and pulled out of his fiery kiss. Gray eyes looked with soft brown.

Draco looked her over, and took in her appearance, slightly amused.  Her hair was ruffled and her skirt was up halfway, with his hands up her legs. Her lips were swollen and puffy and she was missing two buttons of her robe, which he hadn’t bother to discard.

          “Draco, what are we doing?” she asked shyly, his hand now outside of her, but still gently rubbing her sex. She bit a loud moan as he gently rubbed it back and forth with his thumb.

          “Well, I’ll be honest with you,” he said and placed a face of pure sincerity on his face. “I really like you, and…” she looked at him with pleading eyes. This is going to be easier than I thought, he thought to himself.

 “…and I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend and if…if you would like to go with me to the Hogwarts fall dance,” he finished eagerly, smiling a dopy grin, which he knew made girls dizzy.

          “Of course I would,” she said happily and hugged him tight, then giving him a small peck on the cheek.

 He withdrew his hands from underneath her skirt and hugged her back, smirking at his seductive talent. When she pulled back, the smirk was replaced with a genuine smile, which made Ginny’s heart flutter.

“I better go,” she said after an awkward silence.

“Okay,” he said and gave her a light chaste kiss on the lips.

She stood up and grabbed her book bag, throwing it over her shoulder. Before she stepped out of the room, which she believed where his private chambers, he called her name back and said, “Did you enjoy your meal, Miss Weasley?” he asked huskily.

“Yes, I did! Thank you very much!” she lightly touched the painting’s back and it swished open. She stepped outside and said goodbye.

“See you around, Blondie!” and with that she was gone.

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Before Draco’s meeting, The previous night:

          Draco, was sitting calmly in a green armchair as he stared into the red flames of the fire. It strangely reminded him of her, and suddenly the Slytherin common room seemed cold in her absence.

What was happening to him, he thought over and over. He couldn’t be falling for a girl after just one kiss. Hell, he hadn’t fallen for girls even after they had made sex, but this one redhead, drew his eyes, and his heart, like they were on a leash which she was tugging.  He sighed as four 7^th year slytherins came and sat across from Draco, chatting loudly.

          “You should’ve have been there Draco. This summer, Blaise here,” John said and pointed at a raven haired man with deep icy blue eyes, “shagged Raffia Fudge, the minister’s teenage daughter! When he blew her off the next day, she started cry. Just like a little baby!” he finished and all four, except Draco, started laughing.

          “What’s the matter mate?” Blaise asked Draco.

          Draco, not wanting to draw attention to his new attraction, maybe even love, replied calmly, “Nothing, just thinking who to add on my ‘wanted conquests’ list.” But failed misserably.

          “Good idea mate,” Shan started, “did you see that mudblood bitch, Granger. She’s looking hot, but she’s with that bastard Potter. Screw him!”

          “Why not screw her?” David asked. They all laughed, including Draco, who tried to fit in with the crowed tonight.

          “What about that little Weasel?” Blaise asked as the laughs died. “She’s looking hot this year, she’s single, she has a hot little body and a temper to match it, sooo what do you guys say?”

          “I’ll bet 50 gallons that I’ll be able to get her in my bed before Christmas!” Draco betted not wanting any of his ‘friends’ to get their grabby hands on her.

          “You’re on!”

          “Yah man!” they each took turns and shook on it.

Draco stood up and said good night, entering his dorm. He went over to his desk and sat down. Pulling out a piece of parchment and grabbing his quill, he decided to write a note to Ginny. When he was done, he sent it with Shadow, his owl. He then undressed and went to bed.

All through breakfast, Draco saw Ginny stealing glances at Scarhead. He saw longing looks flicker on and off as she watched him. She laughed and blushed bright red when he talked to her orsaid a joke. By now, Draco was raging mad, and green with jealousy.  A nasty voice remained him of the bet he made last night and all of a sudden all feelings of ‘love’ he felt last night, were gone, replaced with an evil plan and bright mischievous smirk.

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A/N: okay pps! Thanks for everybody who reviewed, they were great. For this chapter I firstly wanted to make Dumbledore tell who the four heirs are, but that would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it! Review and I’ll think about updating fast!