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<p class=MsoNormal>THE GAME<br>
Ginny sighed as she stared across the great hall at Draco. Pansy, as <br>
usual was hanging all over him. But Draco wasn't paying attention to <br>
Pansy. No, he was looking right back at Ginny.</p>
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They played this game often. The loser was the person who broke eye contact
first. </p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Ginny stared into his cool eyes and scrunched up her <br>
nose. Draco loved when she did that. He smiled at her and winked. <br>
Pansy continued to chatter into his ear and he nodded at what he <br>
hoped were the right places. But he rolled his eyes to signal to <br>
Ginny that he would like nothing better than to stuff a sugared plum <br>
into Pansy's mouth to make her shut up. Ginny giggled softly and <br>
blew him a kiss. Draco stealthily slipped his tongue out as if to <br>
catch the kiss on it and bring it back into his mouth. He then <br>
smacked his lips as if he had just savored a most tasty morsel. <br>
<br>
Ginny seeing that things were getting serious reached up and took the <br>
clasp out of her hair. She shook her long fiery mane until it fell <br>
wildly onto her shoulders. Draco almost groaned out loud at the <br>
thought of running his hands through Ginny's soft locks. Later, he <br>
reminded himself, later he would have all of her, and she would love <br>
every moment of it. Ginny raised an eyebrow questioning, waiting for <br>
his next move. <br>
<br>
"Draco Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?" Pansy's shrill voice <br>
interrupted his fantasy. <br>
"Of course Pansy." Draco replied, but refused to look away from <br>
Ginny. He had lost this game the last two times they'd played and he <br>
was determined to win today. <br>
<br>
Across the table Ginny grew impatient waiting for Draco to make a <br>
move, so she made another one, a very drastic one. She smiled <br>
wickedly at him and reached for the clasp of her robe. She opened it <br>
slightly and ran her hands over her neck and shoulders. She let her <br>
fingers wonder down to the top of her chest, where it was still <br>
hidden by the robe. Draco gulped and Ginny swore she could see him <br>
sweating from all the way across the room. She looked at him <br>
smugly, `top that' her look seemed to say. Draco paused for a <br>
moment, as if deep in thought. And then very slowly and <br>
meaningfully he ran his tongue over his lips.<br>
<br>
Ginny shivered subconsciously, but before she had a chance to retort, <br>
Ron happened to look over at his sister. "Gin are you all right? Are you <br>
ill or something?" He asked taking in her flushed face and half-<br>
opened robe. Before Ginny could stop herself her face flew toward <br>
Ron's. <br>
"I'm fine Ron." Except that you just ending my winning streak, she <br>
thought to herself. <br>
"You do look feverish." Harry added. <br>
"Really, I'm fine." Ginny replied dryly. She looked back over at <br>
Draco who was smiling smugly.<br>
"I love you." He mouthed. She simply spit her tongue out at him.<br>
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LATER THAT NIGHT<br>
<br>
Draco lay quietly in his bed listening to the small ticking of his <br>
clock. It was almost time. He yawned, waiting for her light <br>
footsteps. He smiled when he finally heard her climbing up the steps <br>
to his dormitory. Ginny quietly opened the door and sauntered into <br>
the small slat of moonlight that landed at the foot of his bed. <br>
Draco gasped when he saw what she was wearing. A long silk <br>
nightdress of Slytherin green clung to her body in all the right <br>
places. "I thought you might like it." She whispered. "After all
<br>
you were such a good sport when I made you wear those boxer shorts <br>
with the Gryffindor lion on them."<br>
Draco snorted in indignation. "The things I do for you woman." He <br>
opened his arms and she eagerly fell into them. <br>
"I almost got lost on the way over here. It's been so long since <br>
I've had to come to your room." She taunted.<br>
"Gods, Ginny, You won twice in a row! It's not like it's been that <br>
long since the last time I won." He grumbled. <br>
"Oh, did I hurt your pride Draco? Ginny purred running kisses along <br>
his neck and shoulders. "Let me make it better."<br>
"Mmmm please do." Draco whispered. Ginny kissed him solidly on his <br>
lips deciding that with this game losing was almost as fun as <br>
winning. </p>
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