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THE GAME

Ginny sighed as she stared across the great hall at Draco. Pansy, as

usual was hanging all over him. But Draco wasn't paying attention to

Pansy. No, he was looking right back at Ginny.

They played this game often. The loser was the person who broke eye contact

first.

Ginny stared into his cool eyes and scrunched up her

nose. Draco loved when she did that. He smiled at her and winked.

Pansy continued to chatter into his ear and he nodded at what he

hoped were the right places. But he rolled his eyes to signal to

Ginny that he would like nothing better than to stuff a sugared plum

into Pansy's mouth to make her shut up. Ginny giggled softly and

blew him a kiss. Draco stealthily slipped his tongue out as if to

catch the kiss on it and bring it back into his mouth. He then

smacked his lips as if he had just savored a most tasty morsel.

Ginny seeing that things were getting serious reached up and took the

clasp out of her hair. She shook her long fiery mane until it fell

wildly onto her shoulders. Draco almost groaned out loud at the

thought of running his hands through Ginny's soft locks. Later, he

reminded himself, later he would have all of her, and she would love

every moment of it. Ginny raised an eyebrow questioning, waiting for

his next move.

"Draco Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?" Pansy's shrill voice

interrupted his fantasy.

"Of course Pansy." Draco replied, but refused to look away from

Ginny. He had lost this game the last two times they'd played and he

was determined to win today.

Across the table Ginny grew impatient waiting for Draco to make a

move, so she made another one, a very drastic one. She smiled

wickedly at him and reached for the clasp of her robe. She opened it

slightly and ran her hands over her neck and shoulders. She let her

fingers wonder down to the top of her chest, where it was still

hidden by the robe. Draco gulped and Ginny swore she could see him

sweating from all the way across the room. She looked at him

smugly, `top that' her look seemed to say. Draco paused for a

moment, as if deep in thought. And then very slowly and

meaningfully he ran his tongue over his lips.

Ginny shivered subconsciously, but before she had a chance to retort,

Ron happened to look over at his sister. "Gin are you all right? Are you

ill or something?" He asked taking in her flushed face and half-

opened robe. Before Ginny could stop herself her face flew toward

Ron's.

"I'm fine Ron." Except that you just ending my winning streak, she

thought to herself.

"You do look feverish." Harry added.

"Really, I'm fine." Ginny replied dryly. She looked back over at

Draco who was smiling smugly.

"I love you." He mouthed. She simply spit her tongue out at him.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Draco lay quietly in his bed listening to the small ticking of his

clock. It was almost time. He yawned, waiting for her light

footsteps. He smiled when he finally heard her climbing up the steps

to his dormitory. Ginny quietly opened the door and sauntered into

the small slat of moonlight that landed at the foot of his bed.

Draco gasped when he saw what she was wearing. A long silk

nightdress of Slytherin green clung to her body in all the right

places. "I thought you might like it." She whispered. "After all

you were such a good sport when I made you wear those boxer shorts

with the Gryffindor lion on them."

Draco snorted in indignation. "The things I do for you woman." He

opened his arms and she eagerly fell into them.

"I almost got lost on the way over here. It's been so long since

I've had to come to your room." She taunted.

"Gods, Ginny, You won twice in a row! It's not like it's been that

long since the last time I won." He grumbled.

"Oh, did I hurt your pride Draco? Ginny purred running kisses along

his neck and shoulders. "Let me make it better."

"Mmmm please do." Draco whispered. Ginny kissed him solidly on his

lips deciding that with this game losing was almost as fun as

winning.

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The Game

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