In Umbridge's Office

“And you two can go ahead and show me the way,” said Umbridge, pointing at Harry and Hermione with her wand. “Lead on . . . .”

Ginny watched in strangled disbelief as Harry and Hermione and Umbridge left the room.

“What is it Weasley?” Draco hissed, stepping closer to her. “What's the weapon?” He face was millimeters from hers and Ron was choking out muffled screams of protest from behind his gag.

If she hadn't of been in an arm lock with a huge sixth year Slytherin, she would of tried to slap him. She knew her wand was tucked safely out of reach in Draco's pocket, and that infuriated her even more. Instead she satisfied herself by stomping with all her might on the fat Slytherin girl's foot.

“Don't hit her,” Draco's lethal voice cut through the air as Ginny braced herself for the blow she knew was coming. “Come here.” He grabbed the front of Ginny's robes, causing her to stumble. “You,” he pointed to the Slytherin girl who was still swearing, “make sure they don't do anything stupid!”

Ron flailed about helplessly, shouting beneath his gag as Draco dragged Ginny out of Umbridge's main office into a smaller side room. Draco shoved Ginny into a chair and casually took out his wand. “If you scream or do anything dumb I will put the body binding curse on you.”

She glared at him as he undid her gag. “I will never ever forgive you,” she hissed.

“I think I'll manage,” he replied his lips curving into what might have been a smile.

“Give me my wand,” she demanded.

“Not yet,” he told her idly.

“What do you want?”

“To know what the weapon is.”

“I have no idea,” Ginny snapped, standing up.

Lazily, Draco waved his wand at the door and it slammed shut. “You can't leave.”

She dove at Draco, knocking him to the ground. Frantically she thrust her hands into the pockets of his robes, searching for the wands.

“I don't think so,” he snarled, rolling over so quickly Ginny was left pinned beneath him. “You like this Weasley?” His breath was hot against her skin. “Is this what you really wanted?”

“Get off,” she shrieked. She could feel something pressing against her thigh; something she hoped was the wands. Draco's hand clamped tightly across her mouth as she struggled below him.

“I will stun you,” he said simply, removing his hand. “Then you'll be left at my mercy.”

“Get off, you bloody pervert,” Ginny screamed. Before she could react, Draco brought his mouth to hers and used his teeth to clamp her lips shut. Shocked, Ginny stopped moving. Was this a kiss? Was Draco Malfoy attempting to kiss her?

Draco released her lips and began to laugh, his weight still crushing her into the floor. “It will be a lot more than that when you're stunned!”

Ginny was shaking with rage. How dare he try to threaten her! “So that's what you'd sink to, just to get a good shag?”

“You know you'd love every minute of it,” he smirked.

“Give me back my wand,” she told him, her teeth clamped so tightly her jaw ached.

“What do I get in exchange?” he asked, his smile shining wickedly.

Ginny's mind suddenly stopped as it reached the depressed conclusion that she would not be able to get out from under him. Not without her wand, and his hand was wrapped firmly around her wrists, pinning them painfully above her head. Without her wand, she would never make it to Harry fast enough to help him and Hermione. “What do you want?”

“Are you sure that's a question you want to ask me?”

“Within reason!” she snapped. “I'll give you what you want within reason.”

“I want you, Weasley.”

Ginny's heart sank, but she steeled her expression. “No. Not like that.”

“Like how?” he teased. “How many ways are there to have you?”

“My clothes are staying on,” she hissed. “So don't get any ideas!”

Without another word, Draco slowly tipped his face towards hers, his lips grazing hers ever so slightly.

As much as she hated to admit it, Ginny found herself liking his kiss. Pathetic her mind was screaming at her body. Pathetic. Maybe it was pathetic, but every nerve in her body was willingly responding as Draco ran his free hand across it. She knew she was wasting time with every second that ticked by her, but she couldn't resist.

“That's enough,” Ginny found her voice after several minutes. “Give me my wand back.”

“I know you liked it,” his voice taunted her while his lips nibbled her neck. “Don't you want to stay for more?”

“I can't,” she whispered, fighting for control of herself. “I have to go.”

Draco's face grew dark and severe, and his weight on her body seemed to increase as he pressed himself into her. “You don't want to go anywhere with Harry right now.”

“I have to.” She struggled slightly but couldn't move from beneath him.

“It's a death wish.”

“It doesn't matter. He'd do it for me.”

“But I'm not letting you go.” His lips fastened across hers and she felt herself melting under him.

“I can't stay,” she said softly as he came up for air. “I have to help him.”

“Are you bloody deaf?” he demanded, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin underneath her bra. “Potter isn't going to come back. If he gets away from that Umbridge, he won't be coming back here. He's going to die.”

His words hit Ginny in the chest. “No. No he won't.”

“What? You think I don't know what is going on? You think my father hasn't told me what's in store for Potter?”

“I have to help him. He saved my life once.”

Draco's lips curled into a sneer. “Oh yes, noble Potter saved you from Tom Riddle, didn't he? Saved you from what my father tried to do to you. Funny how things go, don't you think? Cause here I am, trying to save you now! I wonder what my father would think of that!”

“Save me?” Ginny sputtered, feeling his hand snake down to the hem of her skirt and trail up her thighs. “You're just trying to shag me!”

“So?” he countered. “Give in. Just give into me and then you can go. Trust me, the longer Potter stays here, the safer he is.” His fingers slid inside her knickers and suddenly inside of her. She let out a gasp of surprise which quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. He drew his fingers out of her, slowly and agonizingly and then thrust them quickly back in. She bit her lower lip as he raised her shirt and drew his tongue across her stiff nipples.

He's going to die. Draco's words marched back into her mind and quickly she squirmed away from him. “No. I have to go.”

“Fine.” He stood up and angrily threw her wand down at her. “Here.”

Slowly Ginny picked herself up off the floor, unable to process what she had just been doing. She smoothed the front of her robe and carefully placed her robe in her pocket. Without looking at Draco, she stepped towards the door.

“Did you want the other wands?” his angry voice asked.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so.”

Draco flung them at her, and Ginny watched them as they clattered to the ground. “There. You have to curse me.”

“What?” she questioned, leaning over to pick up the wands.

“You can't just leave,” he hissed. “They're not going to just think I let you go.”

Ginny shook her head. “No.”

“Do it!”

“I'm not-”

Draco leapt forward and forced Ginny against the wall. “Do it!” he commanded. “Do it!”

“Just get off,” Ginny shouted, trying to shove away his groping hands.

“Malfoy's don't let people walk out on them!” he snarled, grabbing her face between his hands and shoved her roughly into the door.

Ginny let out a shriek of astonishment and before she could stop herself, she performed the Bat-Bogey hex, her wand pointed directly at Draco's face. He jumped backwards with disbelief, but as the consequences of her work appeared in front of her, she didn't feel the four long scratches left in her left cheek. “I'm sorry,” she whispered before dashing out of the room to retrieve Ron and the others.

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