Toast chapter 10 The Final Blow
After trying things for hours, Ron stomped out of Ginny's room annoyed and angry. If truth be told, Ginny pushed him out of her room. He had tried everything from counter-hexes, charms, ancient incantations; but nothing worked, not to mention it hurt her head. They were both convinced that Draco had used dark magic to keep Ginny quiet. Ron hadn't known that Ginny had resolved to go to the dungeons looking for Draco that evening.
Later that night, she slipped a nightgown on, covering herself with a scarlet robe. Her dainty feet slid into petite, lion slippers. Ginny picked up her wand, tiptoeing out of her room. She slid past a few fifth years creeping up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Seeing that no one was in the common room and that they were all tucked safely into their beds, Ginny slipped out of the portrait.
Her feet made little pitter-patters on the floor as she walked, holding up her wand for light. She whispered a charm, which would glow red when Filch or a prefect was nearing so she wouldn't get caught. Slowly her wand's tip changed from a piercing white to a light pink to a crimson red. Ginny didn't notice until the last moment, but it was already too late. A cold hand circled her mouth, covering it fully. It pulled her sharply into a firm body.
"Weasley, out prowling I presume?" Draco hissed, silky blonde tendrils falling lightly onto her cheek, he was so close, Ginny could almost taste him. She shuddered under his presence… her knees feeling weak. He swept a giant cloak over the both of them. She could no longer be seen, but all she could focus on was the fact that she was alone with Draco. An unwanted feeling of bliss shot through her bones. She flinched, recalling the fact that she couldn't contain herself when she was with him.
She had been staring at him, her jaw hanging half open. He smirked at her, making her come back to consciousness. She tore her doe-brown eyes away from him, looking at her two feet. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand flew down to her chin.
Draco's finger tilted her head up, forcing her to look into his frigid eyes. He had never understood why, but he could see everything she was feeling. Her eyes made her an open book, he could bend her to his will, or make her miserable if he pleased.
He felt her shiver under his touch. She tried to pull away from him, knowing that she shouldn't be there alone with him. A cold, cruel laugh slipped from his lips. She looked curiously up at him, her eyes showing penitence.
"You never answered my question Weasley. Looks like I'll have to take you into my private quarters for questioning," he sneered. Her eyes grew wide. Draco inwardly smiled, knowing that she couldn't, and wouldn't, contain herself when she was alone with him. He removed the cloak, tucking it inside his satin robes. He began striding ahead, expecting Ginny to follow him. She stood where she was.
A feeling of unjust immorality was panging in her head. Her heart was begging her to follow him. Begging to let herself go in her feelings, to be set free. If she was ever to escape the black hole she had burried herself in since her first encounter with Tom, she had to be with Draco.
He was the only one that she could let herself go with. He wouldn't hold her back, or tell her she was wrong. No one could tell her that something she felt so strongly about would be wrong. No one person could stir her feelings. Perhaps it was just that she felt the need to rebel, but she knew that what she sensed was meant to be. She didn't know how or why, she just did.
"I said come Weasley," Draco hissed, he had turned around, staring fiercely at her. Not knowing what was going on, Ginny felt her feet picking themselves up, following Draco. A peep of fear flew from her lips. She looked from her feet to his gallivanting face. She stopped trying to fight the curse, letting it take its course. Ginny let her feet follow Draco to a hidden chamber in the Slytherin Dormitory.
The walls were lined with an emerald green wallpaper; black leather couches scattered about the room. It seemed nothing had a specific place. In the middle of the bumble was a tall four poster bed. She felt herself sit down on the silky bed, her back leaning on few of the many soft pillows. Sparse candles were strewn about the room, giving it a dim glow. Crimson flames tipped with silver licked the tips of the fireplace; it gave the room a certain chill she had only felt in the Slytherin Common Room.
Ginny shivered, her hands rubbing her arms as an attempt to warm them. She looked up upon feeling Draco's steadfast gaze on her. She couldn't help but let her eyes flick over his body. An emotion she hadn't felt before aroused within her. She stood up, gliding over to him. Ginny looked as a flaming angel, her hair setting a fiery halo about her head.
Her soft lips pressed eagerly to his own, her hands fingering his studded belt. She begged him to open his mouth, to let her explore his vast wonderland. She needed him more than ever at that moment.
Kissing Draco was never the same; it was exciting and new each time. He took her to a new level, a place she never thought existed. It was like a tropical paradise she never wanted to leave. She had to get more, and once she had it, she didn't want it to ever stop.
Ginny coaxed her tongue inside his mouth, his own slipping into hers. He caressed the inside of her mouth, tickling her insides. She pressed her chest into him, setting him on fire. Her fingers flew up to his chest, unsatisfied with only a kiss. She wanted more; she wanted all of him. Her tiny fingers worked steadily, unbuttoning his shirt. Soon it lay on the floor; Draco working equally as eager to unbutton her nightgown, her robe and slippers already lay forgotten on the cold, marble floor.
Ginny tilted her head back as Draco kissed her neck. She let out a soft moan as he did something particularly pleasurable on her neck. His lips moved down to her roughly bare chest, kissing her shoulders, anything he could get his lips on. He kissed each freckle that lay on her face. Draco looked down at her, surveying her milky skin flecked with freckles, her hair curling slightly from the heat. He lightly lifted her up, feeling the need to lay with her. She wrapped her legs around him provocatively, causing his pants to stir.
Ginny heard Draco groan with passion, as she let her fingers tease the line of his pants. She quickly undid the clasp that held his pants closed, slipping them off his legs. She couldn't help but giggle upon seeing the same dragon boxers she had seen the night she crept into his room.
He paused their kiss, looking questioningly at her. She smiled sensually at him, raising her head up to his, kissing him anxiously. The pause had drove her insane with the need of his lips to be on her again.
He set her down gently on his bed, pushing most of the pillows off it in eagerness. Fingering a soft tendril of hair, he kissed her nose sweetly. Her fiery hair lay spread about his bed, her fruity aroma intoxicating him. He leaned down, letting his lips explore her nearly bare body. As Draco lay on top of her, Ginny wrapped her legs around his own, pushing her hips into him.
He pressed back into her, gripping her arms firmly, needing her support. The next day she would discover five purple bruises on each arm where he clutched her. It didn't matter at that moment how much he was hurting her; she wanted it. She needed him as fiercely as he needed her. He was aroused, and it was pushing violently into her leg.
Ginny's breaths became ragged with fear. Fear of giving everything to him, of giving up her virginity. Her body shook, silent tears leaking from her eyes as she kissed Draco. He stopped upon feeling her tremble, he pulled away from her, surveying what he had done. She turned in the bed, facing him. Draco huffed, pulling his shirt and pants back on. Ginny reached out to him as to draw him back to her.
Feeling him leave her was the worst thing she had experienced in her life. All the warmth escaped her body, leaving her to freeze in her undergarments alone on his suddenly chilly bed. No emotion was in his eyes; she was locked out of him. He was silently pushing her away. It hurt most when he looked at her as if she was filth lying on his bed. As if she was nothing more than a speck of dust, a common prostitute, even. She had almost given herself to him and he stared at her as if she was just one of his whores, she didn't matter to him.
"You don't belong here. Go back to your brother and his little friends," Draco snapped turning his back to her. He didn't know what he would have done to her if she hadn't shaken with fear. She was so pure and innocent, so unlike him. He couldn't live up to it if he hurt her. He had to end it before he did something he regretted. Something like having a child.
"Who are you to say where I belong?" she snapped, pulling her nightgown over head. She pulled her robe tightly to her, sliding her feet into her slippers.
"Don't you get it Weasley? We were nothing, you were just a good snog for the year, but that's it. No one means anything to me, not you, not my family, no one!" he roared truthfully. No one had ever meant anything to him except perhaps his father. He watched her flinch with hurt. A feeling of satisfaction flooded his body. So this was what was meant to be, Draco concluded, a cruel grimace creeping about his lips.
"Go to hell," she spat narrowing her eyes.
"Already made reservations," he sneered, opening the door for her, as to shove her out of his room.
"Do us all a favor and fuck a piece of toast Malfoy!" Ginny spat, marching out of the room. Draco growled, rushing to his bathroom.
Ginny stomped all the way back to Gryffindor tower, not caring if she was caught. Fortunately, Filch was at the opposite end of the castle chasing peeves around the trophy room. Instead of going up the stairs to the girl's dormitories, she climbed up the stairs that led to the boy's. She paused momentarily at the door of sixth years, but swung it open without a moment's more hesitation.
She padded over lightly to Colin's bed, opening the curtain of his four poster big enough to admit her, and crept inside. He had been awake reading, but paused to look at her as she crept inside. He shifted in his bed to allow her room. Ginny began to silently cry, hugging Colin forcefully. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She cried herself to sleep in his arms.
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"Poor Ginny has to stay here another year," Harry sighed sorrowfully patting her fiery head. Ron let out a soft chuckle, looking from his sister to his two friends.
"Hey! Just because you three are graduating this year doesn't mean next year won't be a bore here!" Ginny giggled looking at the three.
"You will come to the ceremony, won't you?" Ron asked hopefully. Ginny nodded her head. A huge grin spread across his face.
"You all will be late, your graduation starts in five minutes!" she sighed, hurrying the three, garbed in silky graduation robes, out of the Gryffindor Common Room. They gave her a quick wave goodbye, before they disappeared out into the hall.
She twirled around in her yellow summer robe in front of the mirror to give herself a once over, and then trotted out of the portrait herself. Her trunks had already been packed for the ride home that was to come later that evening, so she didn't have to worry about anything.
Her white sandals made little clicking noises on the marble as she padded down the hall. With a huge heave she opened the doors to the Great Hall, sitting herself down near the front of the Gryffindor table.
The band of seventh years entered the Great Hall gracefully, lining themselves up in alphabetical order by their respectable tables. Ginny watched them, their eyes filled with pride. Soon, the calling for diplomas began. Hannah Abbot was the first to go, and she received her diploma and citizenship award with honor and pride. They moved across the hall with a certain skip in their step. Ginny couldn't look away when a certain Slytherin was called.
She tried to shun her eyes from his almost genteel form, but felt drawn to him. Draco swept his silky hair behind his ear as he shook Professor Dumbledore's hand. His cloak was lined beautifully with a emerald snake, a silver 's' clasp holding it together around his neck.
His eyes briefly traveled to hers, but he didn't catch the tears slipping down her cheeks. She never noticed the remorse in his eyes. Would they ever know?