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Chapter 6 : Confessions.

Forgiveness wasn't one of Draco Malfoy's prevalent qualities, nor did he ever intend it to be. The Weasley chit had made a characteristically foolhardy blunder when she chose to evoke his particular brand of retribution. Why, even Potter and his gang of imbeciles had never quite managed to kick him quite so soundly in the balls the way that she had at Halloween.

He had endured a fortnight of ridicule and restless nights, spent plotting his revenge, and in the few hours he had slept he had been plagued with dreams of her. Of her smooth skin, her dazzling smile and her full ruby red lips. He had at least come close to madness if he was not already there. But he would wallow in his misery no longer and he was now determined that one thing above all others should be true.

It would be a long time before Ginevra Weasley would forget what she had done to him.

The Quidditch game versus Gryffindor had gone better than Draco could have hoped, Ginny was so busy keeping her eye on him that she was no challenge to his Chasers and it was an easy victory. Taking the snitch from under Scarhead's nose had been the icing on the cake.

After the match was over, Draco had managed to corner the Weasley girl alone again on her way into the shower room. She had put up a good show of anger and disgust before her had worn her down enough to get his hands under her robes for a second time. And she had loved every minute of it, hell she had soaked her cotton underwear through before he had even started.

Truth be told he wasn't sure how happy he would be on his knees in front of a Weasley but when it came to it he found it strangely pleasing. The sound she had made when he had brought her to orgasm with his tongue had nearly been enough to make him lose control himself, indeed he had found the whole experience deeply erotic. His head was dizzy with thoughts of her as he furiously relieved himself in his shower later that afternoon. He had chuckled to himself as the vision of Ginny as he had left her, a shivering, post orgasm mound of filthy Quidditch robes in the shower room, came back to him. He was definitely winning. It didn't even matter to him that no one else knew it but the two of them.

He hadn't spoken to her after that. He took to making provocative gestures when no one else was looking, like licking his lips. He loved to make her blush. She looked so sexy with her face glowing like that and he longed to do things to her that really would make her blush. He knew she was embarrassed and ashamed of the way she had acted with him, and he enjoyed making it as uncomfortable as possible for her.

He even managed a covert squeeze of her thigh through her robes a few times as they passed in the corridor. He was very aware that he was tormenting her and it amused him. He especially enjoyed throwing insults at her now. His favourite was "Frigid ice maiden" To everyone else it was classic Malfoy, to them, he was just retaliating after the Halloween Ball.

"Not before time either Draco" Pansy Parkinson had sniffed loudly one breakfast time. "We were starting to wonder if you felt something for that Muggle loving bitch."

Draco suppressed an urge to make a cruel remark about the lack of Parkinson's own merits and sneered over at Ginny instead. "Like I would have the patience or inclination to break in that frigid cow." The Slytherin table erupted with laughter and, upon seeing Ginny peer over at him, Draco ran a tongue over his lips and winked at her.

Indeed it was classic Malfoy, but the two of them knew it meant far, far more.

Ginny was at her wits end by the time the end of term came. Ron and Harry were constantly going for Malfoy in the corridor and her nerves were fried. And so when Dumbledore announced that there was to be a Christmas party to celebrate the end of the term, Ginny's heart sank. She didn't relish the thought of an evening of torture at the hands of Malfoy.

"You're not going?" asked Hermione with a frown. "Why on earth not?"

The girls were sitting in the deserted common room late one evening in cosy arm chairs by the fire.. The conversation had inevitably reached the Christmas party which was to be held in two days time.

"I just don't feel like it that's all." Ginny said breezily, her eyes looking determinedly at her feet.

"I'm not buying it Gin." Hermione said firmly. "I'm your friend aren't I? You can tell me anything. It's Malfoy right?"

"Look Hermione its nothing, really. "

"That's crap Ginny. You have feelings for him don't you?"

Ginny snapped her head up and began to protest but she couldn't bring herself to tell her friend yet more lies. She needed to confess before it drove her insane.

"Look I've known there was something up with you two for ages." Hermione continued. "Since that thing with the potion. He gave you those robes didn't he?

" You always were the intelligent one."

"I knew it!" Hermione yelped loudly. "Tell me everything."

And so that's what Ginny did. When she finished her cheeks were flushed with suppressed emotion. Hermione sat stunned in her seat.

"I didn't realise he was being so cruel Ginny. I'm so sorry."

"The stupid thing is that I still want to be around him. I must be mad but no one ever made me feel this way. I just cant seem to tell him no!"

"He's the mad one Ginny! He wants you, he must do or he wouldn't have been so upset by the Halloween Ball. And he was mortified Gin. I saw him with my own eyes. I thought he was going to cry right there in front of everyone. He is paying you back because in his own twisted way he cares for you and it scares him."

Ginny wasn't convinced. "There isn't a chance that he would ever go for me anyway. He cares too much about what people think of him. I cant see that a Malfoy having feelings for a Weasley is going to go down well in the Slytherin camp."

Hermione frowned and considered for a second. "You may be right Ginny, but he obviously can't stay away from you. What he did to you in the showers….. ahem." Hermione paused blushing and clearing her throat. "It certainly doesn't seem like someone purely out for revenge now does it?"

Ginny stared into the fire and considered what Hermione had just said. It was true, Malfoy had seemed to enjoy it as much as she had. She looked back at Hermione who was looking at Ginny with a wicked smile on her lips.

"There is only one way to know one way or another for sure." In the flickering firelight, Hermione leant in and told Ginny what she thought would settle the situation for good. When she had finished Ginny was looking at her with eyes as large and as round as saucers.

"You aren't serious. I can't do that! Ron and Harry would have a fit! They will probably hex us right there and then! Ron is only just talking to me again after the Slytherin game!"

"Let me handle Ron, I'll make sure he isn't around to see it. I'm sure Luna will be glad to help us out." Hermione smiled knowingly.

Ginny took a few seconds to fully understand what her friend had just said. "Oh, oh, oh! Yuck! Hermione! I don't want to know what my brother is getting up to, OK?!"

Hermione laughed heartily. "I'm almost sad I wont be there to see you myself."

"Why wont you be there?"

"Someone has to keep Harry occupied." It was Hermione's turn to stare at her shoes and blush.

Ginny shook her head in wonder. " I sure have missed a lot with you guys haven't I?." She paused , looking into Hermione's eyes and feeling lower than the lowest kind of Flobberworm for being such a bad friend. Hermione had already forgiven her and was smiling her most encouraging smile back at Ginny.

"So? What do you think to my plan?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and nodded reluctantly. "Ok, I'll do it.. But I don't know what makes you think Malfoy will go for it."

"He is a man, Ginny. Trust me on this one."