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Sorry it been such a long time coming guys, I've had serious headaches perfecting this chapter. I hope you like it. Please R+R.

Chapter Five : Dirty.

Ginny locked herself in her room, launched herself onto her bed and began pummelling the pillows with her fists. She felt so foolish! How could she have been stupid enough to think that he would fall for her and forget about what everyone else thought? She must have been stark raving mad.

Hermione called into Gryffindor Tower shortly after Ginny had gone to her room but Ginny refused to talk to her, saying only that she was just embarrassed and needed a shower after letting Malfoy put his filthy hands on her. It was a lie but Ginny figured that one more after all the others really wouldn't make much difference. Hermione left her, albeit unconvinced and went gone back down to the Hall.

Ginny spent the rest of the evening deciding whether she should curse Draco for being such a believable liar or herself for being so easily persuaded. She still hadn't decided when fatigue finally got the better of her.

When Ginny had gone down to breakfast the next day she was greeted by an enthusiastic Gryffindor reception.

"Well done Ginny! That will teach Malfoy not to mess with a Gryffindor." "Nice one Gin, that's one hell of a right hook you have there!!

Ginny kept her head down until she spotted Hermione, Parvati and Lavender standing by the fire together. "Hey guys" she said sheepishly.

Lavender and Parvati jumped on her with unbridled glee. "Oh Ginny! It was amazing! You should have seen how mortified Malfoy was. He just stood there for the longest time staring at the spot where you had been. Then, when he looked up and saw how everyone was laughing at him, he went even more red and ran out of the hall. Ron and Harry were in fits!"

Ginny smiled weakly. "Great. Lets not talk about it huh?"

Lavender and Parvati looked shocked.

"Ginny, it was your finest hour! You are the hero of the school."

Ginny groaned. This wasn't what she wanted. She just wanted to forget the whole thing, not have it dragged up by everyone she met.

Hermione was the only one who seemed to understand. All day she steered Ginny away from crowds of appreciative students and avoided the subject. Ginny felt a slight pang of regret that she had lied to Hermione. Telling half truths and keeping secrets from her friend suddenly seemed unforgivable.

It soon came time to going to the Great Hall for supper, a moment which Ginny had dreaded all day. She tried to stop herself from looking over to the Slytherin table, towards where Malfoy would usually sit but when she eventually gave in to curiosity she saw she needn't have worried. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.

Ron and Harry made a great show of applauding Ginny as she entered, Most students looked over and whispered and laughed amongst themselves. Ginny had flushed scarlet and spent the rest of the meal with her head bowed in silence.

She was partly glad that Malfoy was getting hell over the whole thing. Good, she thought, That will teach him for being such an superior prat. But she couldn't get over the look in his eyes as he had danced with her. He couldn't have faked that, could he?

Ginny kept her head down in the weeks following Halloween. She was careful to avoid getting into situations where she might see him and, so did Malfoy it seemed, as she saw hardly anything of him in the corridors and he had stopped going to the hall at mealtimes.

Quidditch training was getting more and more intense in the lead up to the upcoming house matches. Ginny was Gryffindor Keeper. Their first game of the season was, as always, against Slytherin. Ginny was dreading it. Slytherin's Captain and Seeker was Draco Malfoy and it would be a little more than difficult to concentrate with him flying round her all the time.

Her head was full of such thoughts on the way to practice that particular day. As she walked to the changing rooms she was so absorbed that she didn't notice someone emerging from the men's room and they collided heavily.

Looking up, she saw with a sick jolt that it was Malfoy himself. Covered in mud, evidently on his way to the shower after Quidditch practice. He was sweaty and wet too, she could smell his damp skin and the potency of it made her dizzy. His silver eyes looked down at her in surprise, dark lines of fatigue ringed them. A veil of hatred passed over his face as he realised who he was facing. She turned red instantly, averting her eyes from his. She wasn't ready for this. It was Draco who managed to recover first.

"Get out of my fucking way Weasley." He hissed quietly. "and stay out of my way."

Pushing past her briskly, he turned the corner and was gone. Slumping to the ground, her legs shaking, she let out a tiny whimper of misery. She couldn't believe that after all the hours she had spent passionately hating him that he could still affect her that way.

It took a while to regain her composure and when she reached the Quidditch pitch having changed she was very late. Ron was furious with her but she just ignored his ranting. She was distracted all through practice, the bad weather hardly helped, the driving rain stung her eyes. She let in many, many goals, so many in fact that Ron's voice was hoarse from shouting at her by the end.

By the time Ron had finished his "It's just not good enough, act like a bloody Weasley will you?" speech and she got back to the changing rooms she was thoroughly miserable, wet, cold and muddy. The changing room was empty and she started to peel her sodden Quidditch robes from her numb, clammy body.

Suddenly she felt as though she was being watched. As if sensing her awareness, someone cleared their throat behind her and she spun on her heels to face them.

Standing a short distance behind her was the mud-caked figure of Draco Malfoy.

"What the hell..?" She began

Draco held up a hand to silence her, and to her disgust she obeyed as readily as if he had cast a silencing charm.

"I would have stayed quiet for the floor show but to be honest I think you have teased me quite enough don't you?" he sneered. He advanced on her a little and she backed herself into the wall. She was more than a little scared of the look in Malfoy's eyes. He was more angry than she had ever seen him.

"Look Draco, I…"

He rushed towards her and grabbed her by both shoulders and put his nose to hers.

"Shut up, just shut your fucking mouth." He hissed gripping her arms painfully. "Who the hell you think you are? You! How dare you humiliate me in front of all the school! Was it one big game from the beginning? To get me back for all the things I've ever said to you because if it was you sure did a good job. I THOUGHT YOU FELT SOMETHING FOR ME!".

He was shaking her now and she was whimpering softly. He let her go with a push and she slid to the floor still shaking.

"I do feel for you Draco." Ginny sniffed quietly looking at the floor.

Draco stood over her panting, and red faced. "Don't bother, I'm sick of your bloody games, Weasley!"

Ginny looked up at him, her eyes full of unbridled contempt. "My games? You are the one who can't make up his mind! First you act like you can't stay away from me and the next you were ashamed of being near me!" Her face was scarlet with anger and she was trembling uncontrollably. Draco raised an eyebrow at her and his mouth fell slightly open, seemingly speechless and looking slightly confused. This did little to quench Ginny's anger .

"I could see it on your face. I don't see why I should have to stand there and take that. I probably shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry. OK? Please leave me alone."

"But I…..I wasn't ashamed. I was embarrassed. " Draco said simply.

"Same thing Malfoy. Now get out. I've said sorry." Ginny spat back. How dare he come in here and make her feel bad. He had got what he deserved. She wanted to stand but she wasn't sure that her legs could support her weight so she stayed sitting, glaring heatedly up at him.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, still looking confused. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them he looked to have regained a little of his composure. Leaning down towards her shrunken form he said, "Not until I get what I came for."

He lifted her from the ground and pushed her back to the wall. She closed her eyes, preparing for another verbal attack, but none came. She cautiously opened one eye, only to see that he was so close that they were practically nose to nose again. This time however he didn't look angry, the look in his eyes was similar to the look he had given her that day in Hogsmeade. She didn't struggle as he lifted his hand to her head and tangled his fingers into her unruly, windswept hair. He leant in and kissed her hard on the lips.

He pulled away and looked at her, clearly amused by the conflicted expression on her face. She was clearly torn between hitting him and ripping his clothes off and this notion entertained him no end.

When he moved to kiss her again she moved to meet him pulling him close by the front of his robes her inner conflict evaporating in the heat of the embrace. As she explored his mouth with her tongue, she could feel him lifting her robes and running his hand up her bare legs. The sensation caused her to let out a moan of pleasure. Malfoy chuckled softly into her mouth. Pulling away again he squeezed the inside of her thigh and said "Not quite the ice maiden you pretend to be are you?"

She let her eyes flutter closed with pleasure and sighed appreciatively. She pulled him close to kiss her again but he hesitated and turned his head as if to kiss her neck. When he reached her ear he stopped and whispered lightly.

"Oh, no…" He said gently smiling and unhooking her hands from his robes. "Mud I can wash off, Weasley filth is less easy to purge."

Ginny's hands dropped as she registered what he had said and before she could react, he turned and left.