Okeeee, I want to apologize cause apparently I committed a mortal sin. I said that Harry's b-day was in August, when we all know it's really in July. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I have a lot going on right now, so please forgive. I made 2 other mistakes that I know of; I said that Harry heard the prophecy (Dumbledore told him), and that Ginny changed into a nightshirt, & then I had Draco taking off her dress robes. Oopsie. Sorry. And to the "anonymous" person who said that something must be wrong with me, forgive me. I'm human. Of course, if it was Draco's b-day I would have known…..
CHAPTER 11 Busted
When Ginny woke in the morning, she could see light creeping through her curtains, and she could hear her roommates talking. She yawned trying to recall why she had waked with a smile on her face.
"Isn't this the shirt you gave Ginny to sleep in?" Zoë's voice came through the curtains.
Oh no! No, no, no, no! Ginny sat straight up. Draco was still next to her, his eyes closed, but a small smile playing on his face.
"Is she gone?" Helena asked. "I didn't see her leave."
"No I'm here," Ginny yelled as Draco began to laugh.
"I'll check," she heard Zoë's voice.
Stupid silencing spell! Ginny pulled the sheets over her chest and stuck her head out of the curtains. "I'm here."
Zoë stopped, only a foot away, nightshirt in hand. "Oh. How are you feeling?"
"Good. Better, I mean. I was just hot last night, so I'll take those. I actually don't feel that well. Maybe I should stay-" She stopped suddenly.
"What?" Zoë asked, looking at her curiously.
"Nothing," Ginny lied, using her free hand to swat at Draco who was kissing her bare back. "I'm fine. Well, I mean, I feel kind of sick, but not like last night. I'm just going to lay here. Will you let Professor Binns know?"
Ginny's roommates stared at her.
"Sure," Zoë said finally, exchanging a quick look with Bianca. "Do you want us to go get Madam Pomfrey?"
"No!" Ginny shook her head. "I think really, I'm just tired. It took me a long time to get to sleep last night."
They nodded and looked slightly relieved. "Right."
Ginny waited until they had left the room before turning around to face Draco. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you," he muttered. Even with bed head, he looked delicious. "Nice hickeys."
"Oh great," she moaned. "Do you know the covering spell?"
He shook his head. "So what's your plan? To sneak me out of here during the first period?"
"I don't have a plan," she told him. "You got in here, you can get out."
"I didn't know Gryffindor's were evil," he pouted. "You said you'd help me."
"Not with this," she rolled her eyes.
"You weren't specific."
"I am now."
"Come here." He pulled her down and kissed her on the lips, her eyes, her nose, her ears.
Ginny shifted until their bodies were firmly pressed together, her legs wrapped securely around his, and she was acutely aware that her blue cotton knickers and his red boxers were the only things separating them. His fingers were creeping from her back down her sides and towards her waist.
"Ginny Weasley!"
Ginny shot up and stuck her head back through the curtain. "No! Hermione, no!"
Hermione yanked back the curtains.
"Good morning, Granger," Draco said lazily.
"Ginny I cannot believe you would do this! You, you," Hermione sputtered with rage.
"Shhh," Ginny begged, again wrapping herself in the sheet. "Please be quiet!"
It took nearly five minutes of Ginny trying frantically to calm Hermione down and Draco laughing silently before Hermione sat down on the bed and yanked the curtains shut around her. "What are you doing here?"
"That's not really your business, now is it?" Draco asked evenly.
"Draco! Stop!" Ginny hissed. "We need your help, Hermione."
Hermione stared blankly at Ginny and so did Draco.
"Can you do the covering spell again?"
"What?"
"Hermione! I know it's not proper and that you're a prefect, but-"
"So is he!"
"Huh?"
"He is a prefect also!"
"Oh. Right. Well, he's not telling, so I think it would only be fair if you didn't either."
"You are unbelievable." Hermione shook her head.
"Come off it Granger," Draco drawled. "Are you going to help her or not?"
"No. No I am not."
"Hermione, there is more to this than you know," Ginny trailed off. Hermione wasn't going to believe her unless she told her the whole story. She glanced at Draco, still sprawled lazily on her pillows. "We have to tell her. I can't go around looking like this."
He shrugged, not caring that his boxers were hanging dangerously low on his hips, forcing Hermione to keep her gaze directly on his face. "Fine."
Ginny glanced down at the sheet she was still clutching against her chest. "Let me get dressed and I'll tell you." She reached for the foot of her bed and pulled on Draco's t-shirt. "Okay. I told Draco that we would help him if he needed it, and-"
"Some help!" Hermione snorted.
"Calm down," Draco interrupted.
"Cover yourself up," Hermione told him crossly, shoving a pillow at his lap. "I don't need to see what Ginny gets to!"
"We didn't do . . . that," Ginny insisted.
Hermione raised a skeptic eyebrow but remained silent.
"His father sent him an owl last night saying it was time for him to join the Death Eaters," she continued, knotting her red hair behind her. "But he's not going to."
Hermione's cross expression melted to confusion.
"I'm not," Draco snapped, sitting up. "I'm not going to spend my life serving someone else!"
Ginny filled Hermione in on everything else she knew and when she was done, the older girl sat silently, chewing on her lip.
"I have no reason to believe you," she told Draco finally. "But I'm going to take my chances. Dumbledore keeps telling us we need to unite, and I'm not going to be the one to blame if it doesn't happen."
Draco opened his mouth to reply, but Hermione continued. "I think the best thing to tell your father is that you're flattered, but with the pressures of the upcoming N.E.W.T.s it may be best if you are able to concentrate on your studies. Of course, that means that the two of you can't become a couple. If that's what you were intending, I mean."
She was right, Ginny realized, the disappointment hitting her. If Draco told his dad thanks, but no thanks, he couldn't find out that he was even remotely interested in Ginny Weasley.
Draco nodded, his lips narrow and his jaw tight.
"We can talk about this later," Hermione said standing up. "Ron and Harry are waiting for me."
"Wait!" Ginny called. "My neck."
Hermione pulled out her wand and flicked it towards Ginny. "I'm not doing this again. Besides, I already told you that it wouldn't work as well the second time!"
"What?" Ginny scrambled to the bottom of her bed for a mirror as Hermione flounced out of the room.
Draco began to laugh again. "She's right. But I kind of like them that way."
Ginny groaned as she looked in the mirror and saw that her neck was still visibly spotted. "Some covering charm!"
"No, they were a lot worse." Draco patted the empty space beside him. "Come back up here."
Ginny dropped back down beside Draco and waited for him to say something.
After a long silence, he spoke. "This doesn't mean I'm not going to see you anymore."
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