"Oi! Malfoy! Wait up!" Ginny called out.
He stopped and turned to face the little fireball running toward him. He quirked up his brow and waited until he reached her.
"Yes?" he drawled.
"Hi," she smiled genially.
He scrutinized her carefully.
"Out with it, Weaslette. You don't come up to me to say our formal niceties so you may as well come out with it already," he stated.
He was right enough.
"I'm just saying hi, is all. Is that so formidable?"
Apparently.
"Yeah, you know. You Gryffs always come up to me to say hi," he growled sarcastically.
"Alright, alright. I just wanted to apologize for being so snarky towards you this afternoon."
"Are you on something, Weasley?"
She mumbled something that sounded eerily like `arsenic' before she shook her head.
"Well, if that's all. I'll be leaving."
"Wait!"
He turned to face her.
"I was wondering if you'd like to meet at the lake during lunch anyway."
She blushed to the root of her hair. He stood there, trying to decrypt her. He wanted to know if this was some sort of joke. Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode off.
"We'll see," he called out over his shoulder.
She smiled. Things were going to be just fine.
**********
"Miss Weasley. You will help me by grading papers. Sit next to me," Professor Graves ordered.
She did as she was told. She slung her bag over the arm of the chair and crossed her legs nervously, fiddling with the hem of her robe. He dropped a large stack of papers in front of her. She cursed her free period. It was a test that the third years had taken. He handed her a red quill and a pot of red ink and she went straight to work. He smiled because she needed no dictation.
An hour later, she stretched back lazily like a sensuous feline. He was mesmerized with the innocent sexuality she could emanate. After having been here for a day, he had been propositioned by various girls already and a few guys. He politely declined. It was simple. They just didn't have the grace that this red head did.
"You're dismissed."
She nodded. She plucked up her bag and strolled idly to the lake where a lone figure was standing. She giggled to herself. He had shown up.
"You're late," he murmured before she even reached him.
"I know. I'm sorry. I had detention," she apologized.
"Well, sit down," he motioned.
She did.
"Spill."
"Okay. I have this proposition for you. I was wondering if you could pretend to be my boyfriend and I'll do your homework or something," she blurted.
"Why? Just for shits and giggles? I don't think so. Give me a reason."
"Well, me and my friend have this bet to see who can get their chosen guys first."
"And I just happened to be yours, right?" he deducted.
"Right."
"I'll do it on one condition and it's not homework."
She gulped. "It's not?"
"Oh no, darling. If I'm willing to diminish my reputation to be seen with you, you have to do something just as well for me."
"And that would be?"
"Sex, Weasley. Easy and simple."
She choked. "What?"
"Sex. Fucking. Screwing Fornicating. Is any of this making sense?"
"I know what… what… sex is, Malfoy. I just wasn't planning on doing it with you as my first time."
"Your call, Weasley."
She bit her lip. She really, really wanted his broom and the hat. Was it worth giving up her virtues and morals for it?
"Deal." Apparently it was.
"Good. Then we're at the same level. When will this little charade begin?"
"Today, I guess. We can just build it up, you know? Some kissing, talking… Things along those lines for the public. Otherwise, it's ultimately up to what fate acquires us to do."
"Ah. And when will my end of the deal begin?"
"What do you mean by begin?"
"What? You thought it would just be once? Please. If you want this to be realistic, I don't think that I should be fucking anyone else."
She understood his reasoning. Women talked.
"Fine. How about… during weekends?"
"Weekends, Fridays, Mondays and Wednesday nights."
"Complete weekends, as in you never leave my bed unless I say and Fridays."
She bit her lip.
"Okay."
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