A Little Goes A Long Way

Willowstick

Rating: NC17
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 19/04/2005
Last Updated: 04/06/2005
Status: completed

Ginny Weasley is dared to dance with the gorgeous Head Boy at the Halloween dance. Not as easy as it sounds. Perhaps a little magical persuasion is in order?

Chapters

1. The Challenge

2. Potency

3. Hogsmeade

4. Halloween Ball

5. Dirty

6. Confessions

7. Turning Slytherin Green

8. Revelations

1. The Challenge

Chapter One : The Challenge

�You have to be joking Hermione!� Ginny gasped, �No, you�re right, that�s beyond a joke�

�Not at all Gin, I think it�s a perfectly reasonable challenge!� laughed Hermione. Ginny Weasley looked pleadingly over at Parvati and Lavender for support, it wasn�t forthcoming.

The four Gryffindor girls sat in a corner of the common room. The four girls had set up a club together to make the dull winter evenings at Hogwarts go a little faster. They set each other tasks to test their courage and determination, but it had quickly escalated beyond simple tests of academic prowess to more demanding and dangerous dares. Hermione, having been the last to receive the particularly difficult task of getting into Professor Snape�s office and planting a dung bomb in his desk drawer without being caught, was eager to set an equally difficult task to Ginny.

�I am Head Girl Gin, if I had have been caught in Snape�s office I would have been expelled! I don�t think that a dance with the Head Boy at the Halloween Ball is that difficult a challenge in comparison!� Hermione declared with a wicked grin. The look of exasperation on Ginny�s face sent the other three girls at the table into raptures.

�The day that his ferrety Majesty Malfoy asks me for a dance is the day that hell freezes over.�

�Nevertheless Ginny, that is the challenge that we set you. You have two weeks exactly until the Halloween Ball.� Lavender stated in an exaggerated official tone. Parvati and Hermione giggled loudly and even Ginny smiled despite herself. �OK, OK, you are on.� Ginny sighed, defeated.

�I am telling you though I�m gonna need a seriously strong Love potion to persuade Malfoy to slum it with a lowly Weasley, and an equally strong sedative for Ron when he sees me on the dance floor with the amazing dancing ferret!�

�That�s the Gryffindor spirit girl!�, laughed Hermione.

Having spent hours of her spare time in the library looking for industrial strength love potions, Ginny finally found one that seemed to be appropriate and set off for the Dungeons and the Potions classroom long after most others were sound asleep. There were so many ingredients on the list that she decided to make the potion right there than risk getting caught by a fellow prefect on her way back to Gryffindor tower. �That would be a hard one to try and talk my way out of� she winced, imagining trying to explain to Colin Creevy why she had an arm full of ingredients for a love potion.

It was after two in the morning when Ginny was finally finished, �All this for that complete wanker, Malfoy, Hermione has a lot to answer for on this one. With any luck I�ll give into my real feelings on the dance floor and empty my stomach contents all over his over-priced robes� She chuckled to herself. She was clutching the vial full of �Lady Loretta�s Love Liquor� searching around for the stopper when she heard voices in the corridor outside the classroom.

�Bugger it� she hissed and grabbing her cloak and bundled into a nearby cupboard, managing to shut the door just in time to avoid being seen.

Whoever had just come into the room they didn�t seem to be looking for her. A gruff male voice she vaguely recognised hissed �Get on your knees girl and hurry up about it will you, I�ve got an early class in the morning.�

A female voice, high pitched and shrill replied �OK Draco, but you had better not tell anyone I did this�

Ginny stifled a gasp and then a cough as she inhaled a deep breath of the liquor she held in her fist. It made her eyes water and her head woozy. �Strong stuff indeed� she thought marvelling to herself.

�I�ve told you a hundred times to call me Head Boy, Pansy. Do you want to do this properly or not?�, huffed the male voice.

�Yes. Sorry Dra�. I mean Head Boy. I won�t forget again.� Ginny tentatively pushed the door of the cupboard open, praying that it wouldn�t squeak.

Leaning on Snape�s desk facing her cupboard at the back of the classroom was the tall blonde figure of Draco Malfoy. Ginny hesitated, horrified. Malfoy was facing her cupboard but he hadn�t seen her, his eyes she could now see were shut lightly and his head tilted back, an expression of delight playing across his porcelain features.

Ginny craned her neck and spied only the black and green robes of the Slytherin girl at Malfoy�s feet, the desks between them spoiling her view. She didn�t need to see what was going on to know that Malfoy was getting oral pleasure from the obscured figure of whom she could easily deduce was Pansy Parkinson.

Draco let out a hissing sigh, Ginny could see his body jerking sharply as he spent himself into Pansy�s mouth. �Thanks for that,� Draco said sarcastically, �Next time be a little quicker and less sexy�

�Fuck you Malfoy, I don�t know why I bother. You never even talk to me unless you want sex.�, spat Pansy, standing up stiffly and striding from the room slamming the door.

�Try making it a challenge next time, don�t act so desperate. And it�s Head Boy to you!� Sniggering, Draco straightened up his robes and strode after her, out of the Potions classroom.

�For Flammel�s sake� Ginny thought savagely, climbing from the cupboard �that ugly old tart doesn�t deserve to be anywhere near him, he deserves someone who will rock his world, to make him forget what day it is. Someone like me.�

Ginny gathered her things together and began to head back to Gryffindor tower, her head so full of thoughts of Malfoy she hardly noticed the vial of love potion fall to the floor and shatter behind her.

2. Potency

Chapter Two : Potency

(After breakfast the next day)

All eyes turned to look at the late arrival to the Prefects meeting. Draco raised a pale eyebrow as he surveyed the approaching figure of Ginny Weasley. Something was definitely different about her. Ginny�s usually unkempt red hair has been tamed into appealing sleekness that hung seductively over one eye. And those eyes! How different she looked with a little makeup, grown up and sexy. Her undersized robes that he normally loved to ridicule her over suddenly seemed to fit her every curve perfectly. He could now see the swell of her ample breasts and as she turned to sit down he could see how very curvy she had grown. Oh yes she was looking very good today indeed and judging by the smirk on her face, she knew it.

Shaking himself mentally he forced a sneer, �Nice of you to join us at last Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor for your blatant disregard for timekeeping. Maybe you should spend less time in the mirror in future.� She was a Weasley after all. She may be looking better but she was still Muggle loving filth.

After the meeting was over and everyone had left the classroom, Draco let out a long sigh. It was so hard not to undermine that irritating Mudblood trollop Granger every time she opened her mouth but he knew if he did she would run squealing to her pal Dumbledore and he would end up having to apologise to her or lose his Head Boy badge. He knew which one he would choose and he rather liked his position of power and the perks that came with it. He groaned with satisfaction as he remembered Pansy on her knees the night before. He made a mental note to summon her to his room later that evening.

�Sounds like someone has their mind in the gutter as usual� said a voice softly in his ear. Draco span round and startled by how close the owner of the voice was, stumbled back onto the desk behind him. Standing in front of him was Ginny Weasley, with an irritatingly superior smile on her lips.

Before he had time to think of a suitably offensive expression to spit at her she was almost nose to nose with him, one finger on his lips and one hand resting uncomfortably close on the desk, between his legs.

�Don�t say a word Malfoy or I�ll hex you quiet and still.� She paused as she licked her red lips, �I saw you eyeing me up when I walked in here earlier and all through that very dull meeting you could hardly keep your eyes off me. I just wanted you to know that I know you were imagining bending me over a desk and shagging the smirk off my face.�

She shifted her weight on he arm, bringing her hand even closer to Draco�s crotch. �I also wanted you to know,� she continued, in a whisper now, �that you should feel free to try it if you think you are man enough, but honestly, I don�t think you could ever handle me.

Draco�s eyes were closed now, he didn�t know what the hell was going on but all of a sudden all he wanted was to see Ginevra Weasley�s red hair in his lap in the same position as Pansy has been the night before. He opened his mouth to tell her so but as he opened his eyes he could see that she had gone. Draco was left frustrated, confused and thoroughly disgusted with himself.

Ginny however, was tearing down the corridor towards the fat lady�s portrait. �Hinkypunk!� she exclaimed and the portrait swung to one side. When inside the common room she flung herself into an obliging armchair and covered her face with her hands. What the hell just happened? One minute she was in the dungeons making the love potion, happily hating Malfoy the next thing she was preening herself up so she could seduce him? And those things she had said! She screamed with embarrassment into her palms. �I didn�t even know I had those kinds of thoughts inside my head!!�

�What kinds of thoughts?�

Ginny looked up sharply to see Hermione standing over her, a worried frown creasing her brow.

�You wouldn�t believe me if I told you� sighed Ginny shaking her head.

�Try me�

After telling Hermione the whole story from the beginning she looked over at her friend who was sat looking shocked and frankly slightly amused by Ginny�s revelations.

�And I couldn�t find the bloody potion anywhere this morning, so it was all for nothing�

�It�s a good job you couldn�t, from the sound of things I wouldn�t be surprised if you had force fed it to him� Hermione said, a smile cracking across her face as she suppressed a laugh.

�Not bloody funny Hermione!�

�Which love potion was it that you made any way?

Ginny frowned. �Lady Loretta�s I think it was called� Hermione sat bolt upright �Are you serious? That stuff is stronger than rocket fuel!�

�Eh? What�s that?�

�Oh never mind! Its really potent stuff! I read in �Magical Maladies and Mishaps� that a witch gave 5 drops of it to a wizard she liked and he became so infatuated with her that when she said she spoke to one of her wizard pals, he was driven so mad by jealousy he threw himself off a tower. Its supposed to be really hard to make though. Wow, Gin, well done. You must be really good at potions! Perhaps you could help Harry and Ron. I�d help them myself but I�ve got so many classes to go over with them already�

Ginny rolled her eyes. �Missing the whole point here I think Hermione.�

�Oh yes of course, sorry. Ok so you say you were shut in the cupboard with a full vial of it?

�Yeah.� She considered for a moment �And now you mention it, it smelled really strong, so strong that it made my head spin�

Hermione shook her head and looked at Ginny as if she was a simpleton.

Realisation crept in and Ginny winced �Wow it�s that strong huh?�

***

Ginny had to run all the way to the Transfiguration corridor. Hermione had made her retell the making of the Love potion to her in painstaking detail and she was horribly late because of it. As she turned a corner, an arm reached out from a storeroom door towards her and pulled her inside.

Blinking in the darkness she reached for her wand �Lumos!�

�I thought I would take you up on that offer� smiled Draco Malfoy.

In the weak light that was emitting from her wand, Malfoy�s pale features looked almost ghostly. Ginny started to try and wiggle free from his grasp but he caught hold of her wand hand and crushed her with his body. �Ow you are hurting me Malfoy!�

�Sorry Weasley but there isn�t a whole lot of room in here, besides, I thought you liked it up close and personal�

�Get bent Malfoy� she managed through gritted teeth. Although it was true that there was little room, Ginny felt herself enjoying the closeness of Malfoy. He smelled manly, some expensive aftershave she concluded, and his body was firm and muscular from playing Quidditch. She hadn�t felt the closeness of a man�s body for a long time, not since she had that brief fling with Dean Thomas and he was never as intoxicating as this. Or as spontaneous.

�Look Malfoy,� She said finally �I�m sorry about earlier. I wasn�t myself.�

�I know, you were vastly improved Weasley. I liked it. I never realised you were so forward. Why do you think I am here? I want what you promised me and I want to show you how much of a man I really am.� He chuckled softly as he leant down and let his lips graze her neck.

�Oh�� Ginny was at a loss for words, she knew she should slap him and demand for him to let her go but she was so taken in the moment that she almost forgot where she was and who she was with. His lips finally found hers and she kissed him back hungrily.

�Seems like you Weasleys are good for something after all, apart from mocking, obviously�

That was enough to bring Ginny crashing back to earth. �Get off me you great�..great�.SNOB!!.� she screamed fighting him frantically. Once free, she made to burst from the store cupboard. Her robes, caught on a protruding nail made a loud ripping noise and, upon falling out of the cupboard, to Ginny�s horror the back of her robe tore up to her waist.

Draco, seeing Ginny�s distress, leered. �That�s one way to striptease�

Ginny�s eyes filled with tears and she ran back towards Gryffindor common room.

�Weasley! Wait!� Draco called out after her but she didn�t look back.

3. Hogsmeade

Chapter Three : Hogsmeade

Ginny was thoroughly annoyed with herself. Not only had she kissed the enemy of everyone she knew and loved but she had managed to rip a huge hole in her robes that she could never hope to fix. There was no way to replace them either, she had foolishly spent all of her savings on a dress for the Halloween ball.

�Damn it!!� she cried exasperated from her bed the next morning. She wasn�t too sure what exactly she was �damn it-ing� about. It could be her robes but she was more inclined to believe that it was because she had spent many daydreaming moments since the cupboard incident yesterday fantasising about what could have happened if she had stayed crushed up against Malfoy�s muscular chest.

�Stop it!!!� she cried and flung herself out of the bed. What she needed was a harsh taste of reality. Cold shower ought to fix it.

The sound of something falling from the end of her bed caused her to stop in her tracks and go to the end of her unmade bed. Stooping, she picked up the large heavy box from the floor and set it back on her bed. Lifting the lid gently she was surprised to see that inside, wrapped in tissue was something made of luxurious black cloth, neatly folded. Lifting it tentatively she gasped as a beautiful new robe unfolded itself in her hands, this was quality she likes of which she had never seen in her life. Well, maybe on one person�..

Carefully she laid it out on the bed to admire it further but a small dark green and silver envelope caught her eye in the bottom of the now empty box. Lifting it to her face she caught a scent and sniffed. The musky scent hit her and she felt a jolt of surprise and what might have been lust travel down her stomach and warm her. She ripped the envelope unceremoniously apart and read the card inside.

Ginevra.

Sorry about the robes. Accept this replacement if you will as an apology for ruining what I assume are the only set of robes you have. I hope they fit, I am sure they will.

Regards

Draco Malfoy.

Ginny stood gaping, looking from the card to the robes laid out on her bed shaking her head with astonishment. Eventually she lifted the robes and threw them about her shoulders. The detail was quite exquisite. They were lined with satin and embroidered with a delicate floral pattern in gold thread and fell in luxurious folds to her ankles, exactly the right length.

She faced a difficult decision. She should take the robes back to him and tell him thank you but no thanks, but they were the most beautiful robes she had ever seen, let alone had on her body. And after all, she couldn�t afford new ones herself and the old ones were totally ruined. It was an uncharacteristically generous gesture by Malfoy, she didn�t even realise he knew her full name. His words seemed respectful and kind.

She would keep the robes, until she could afford her own and then she would return them. Maybe��

***

The Hogsmeade visit was a week later and Ginny found herself crammed in a corner booth with the other three Gryffindor girls, telling them all about the disastrous potion incident.

Lavender and Parvati, emitting squeals of laughter and exchanged looks of delighted horror as her retold her encounter with Malfoy after the Prefects meeting.

Ginny had neglected to divulge the later encounter with anyone as yet. She couldn�t bear to see Hermione�s shocked, disapproving expression. When Ron had seen her in the new robes he had demanded to know where she had got them from. �I don�t know where they came from,� she blushed �I found them on my bed. I thought they might be from Bill. I did mention that I needed new ones.� She hated lying to her brother but she was sure that the truth would be far harder for him to accept.

�Oh right.� Ron mumbled, turning back to his game of wizard�s chess with Harry. He had seemed happy with the explanation. Hermione had frowned but said nothing.

Back at the Three Broomsticks the three girls were pushing for more news of how her task was progressing.

�There is less than a week left Gin!� stated Lavender � Better get a move on.�

�Yeah, yeah I know. I have a plan.� She lied. She was so unsure of how she felt about Draco. She had spent the week hiding from him and avoiding his eyes at mealtimes in the Great Hall. Half expecting his kindness to be an elaborately cruel joke, she had endeavoured not to give him a chance to get to her , giving cupboards and empty classrooms a deliberately wide berth.

Even so, all the time she found herself wanting to talk to him, to be near him. She had slept with the scented note he sent her under her pillow all week and the memory of their brief embrace haunted her. Hermione had expressed concern over Ginny�s lack of concentration of late and It was too true. She had been wandering around in a daze, half conscious, half daydreaming about running her fingers through his silky blonde hair. She was doing just that when Hermione gave a loud tut and Ginny looked round at the three expectant faces across the table from her.

�Sorry?�

Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation. �What is wrong with you Gin? You are hardly ever with us anymore, always off in a daydream! I asked you if you were going to come with us to the fitters to get my dress?�

�Sorry Hermione. Yeah sure, sounds good. Shall we?�

The girls squeezed themselves out of the corner booth and through the crowd towards the door. A loud peal of laughter made Ginny turn around. Some loud seventh years had spilled a mug of Butterbeer all over the floor and one of them had managed to fall over in the resulting puddle. Rolling her eyes she went to make for the door after her friends. A flash of blonde caught her eyes. In a corner, far at the back of the room, sat Malfoy, alone and by the looks of things, miserable. He clutched a bottle of fire whiskey in one hand and a half full glass to his lips in the other.

�Hey Hermione!� Ginny called through the throng. �I�ll catch you up ok?�

�Ok!�

Once Ginny was sure they had left she made her way over to Malfoy�s table.

�Hi� she said gently. Draco lifted one groggy eye to look at her. It was fairly evident that he was quite drunk and not the least bit happy to see her.

�Yes?� Draco grunted at her

�I just wanted to say thanks for the robes, it was very generous of you.�

Draco put his hand to his head and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. �Let me get this straight� he slurred. �you reject me after leading me on and when I give you a gift to show I am not a� what did you call me? A snob, was it? Right, when I try show you I am more than just a sneering elitist you completely ignore me and flaunt my gift in front of me while you hang all over Scarhead and his gang of losers.�

�Hey, hang on a second!�

Malfoy waved his hand dismissively and continued. �Now when I come in here to get some peace from my humiliation and drink myself into oblivion you saunter up to me and expect me to accept your thanks gracefully, do you? Well,� he said standing and slamming his glass on the table splashing fire whiskey all over the table �..why don�t you just piss off back to your loser friends because I don�t want your thanks. Keep the damn robes I wouldn�t want them now that they have been contaminated with your Weasley filth.�

Ginny stood there mortified. Her face glowing with rage and her eyes brimming with tears. �You know what Malfoy?� she said shaking, as the tears fell down her cheeks. �You nearly had me fooled. I thought there might just be something more to you than you ever let on, but I see it now. You are an arrogant bastard, you truly are!� With that she turned and ran through the crowded pub and out the door.

�Oh fuck it.� Draco hissed. Shakily he moved to follow her, stumbling out of the door and out into the muddy street. Looking round frantically he spotted Ginny running behind the stone wall of Honeydukes sweet shop and swore loudly as he drunkenly stepped sideways into a puddle of muddy rainwater.

He turned the corner and saw her sitting with her back to the wall with her head in her knees, apparently sobbing and uttering angry curses to herself.

Rolling his eyes he stomped over to her and before she had a chance to protest he had hoisted her up by both arms and pushed her against the wall. �Stop crying� he said firmly. �I am sorry if I upset you.� He lowered his head as if to kiss her.

�Right Malfoy, of course you are� she spat back savagely. �It�s just like you to think that you can say things like that about my family and friends and with a flash of your smile I will melt in your arms. Well think again Ferret boy, I�m not one of your brainless Slytherin tarts who will drop to her knees and service you when ever you click your fingers. I have an ounce of self respect. So get your hands off me right now. I can�t stand you, you make my skin crawl!�

Taken aback Malfoy released her and stepped backwards, not offended, more surprised at her accurate portrayal, How did she know those things about him? She stood there glaring at him, daring him to contradict her. At last he spoke, slowly and clearly.

�You can deny it all you like Ginevra,� she flinched as he said her name. He made it sound exotic and sexy and it affected her in a way she didn�t understand. The way it rolled off his tongue made her stomach flip.

�I can see it in your eyes, you want me and I want you. It is wrong and strange and neither of us understand it but it is what it is. You can try and hide it if you want but it won�t go away.�

He stepped back towards her. Her head was swimming, he wants her? If she doubted his words for a second she could easily see it his eyes. They were hungry, like a wild animal�s. In his eyes she saw her own lust reflected. She couldn�t let this happen. It was wrong and she had to get away. Pushing him away she bolted. Running back into the crowded streets of Hogsmeade and away towards the castle.

Watching her go, Draco felt a pang of disappointment. She was a fiery minx alright. He would have to have her.

4. Halloween Ball

Author�s Note: Thanks very much to everyone who reviewed the last three chapters, as this is my first ever fic I value your comments and enthusiasm more than I can say. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Reviews would be most gratefully received.

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Chapter Four : Halloween Ball

The Halloween Ball came along much quicker than Ginny had anticipated. She had spent the rest of the week after Hogsmeade hurrying to classes or skulking in her room. She couldn�t get that afternoon out of her mind.

It was no secret to anyone that Malfoy had grown from a cruel looking runt into a tall, proud, not to mention otherworldly handsome young man. Even Hermione had once admitted that he was one of the best looking boys in school, much to Ron and Harry�s obvious disgust.

The fact was that there wasn�t a girl with a dry seat in the house when Malfoy strode into the Great Hall at meal times. He had it all, power, money, good looks, confidence. The official line in Gryffindor was that Malfoy was still a bloody prat but it was widely accepted that Draco Malfoy was gorgeous. Even with Pug-faced Pansy Parkinson on his arm.

The Halloween Ball was no exception. When Malfoy swept into the Great Hall with Parkinson on his arm, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, all eyes were on him. He looked most dashing in a crisp white shirt, open with no tie, a pair of impeccably cut black trousers and long robes with an elaborate green and silver trim. He gazed regally around the hall and he was disappointed to see that the Weasley girl was nowhere to be seen.

She had better turn up. I didn�t break out my best robes for this style deficient bint. He looked over at Pansy Parkinson who was looking simply vile in livid pink dress robes that clashed painfully with the crimson lipstick she had smeared over her thin lips. Malfoy noticed with a wince that she had gotten it on her teeth.

Back at the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna and Dean Thomas were waiting impatiently in the common room for Ginny. �Hurry up sis!� Ron bellowed up the stairs. �The bloody dance will be over before we get there!�

Turning to face the others Ron made an exasperated face. �I don�t know what is taking her so long.� Harry and Dean�s faces suddenly blanched and then blushed. Hermione and Luna rushed past him towards the staircase squealing with delight. Turning to see what the fuss was, Ron�s mouth fell open.

Ginny had descended the staircase behind him. She was dressed in a long white and gold gown made of a light, floating material of many layers and it was impossible to see how they were held together. The corset of the dress accented her slim waist and her ample bosom. Her hair was piled in a thousand curls, defying gravity on top of her head and a simple gold tiara sprinkled with tiny sparkling gold Forget-Me-Nots sat on top. She looked like a picture of a Greek Goddess that Ron had seen in a muggle book once.

He was suddenly hit with the notion that his little sister had grown into a woman, and by the look on his two friends� faces, a very attractive one at that.

�Right then let�s get out of here.� Ron stated, quickly growing bored of seeing the two girls fuss and gasp over Ginny�s dress. �Oh and guys?� Ron was speaking to his two awestruck friends. �That�s still my sister you are goggling at, shut your mouths before I shut them for you.� He was only half joking.

***

When Ginny walked into the Great Hall, she was struck by how beautiful the decorations were. The ceiling was, as always, bewitched to look like the night sky, but tonight, with the lights down low the stars sparkled with a eerie luminous light that she could hardly have imagined. It sent a shiver down her spine.

The Hall itself was decked with sweeping black drapes that softened the cold stone walls. They seemed to be covered with something glittery that sparkled in the light emanating from the stars above.

Students were gathered in separated corners depending on which house they were in. It didn�t take Ginny long to spot Malfoy in the centre of the Slytherin lot. Her heart skipped a beat as she took him in. He stood casually, leaning slightly on one of the tables pushed back against the far wall of the Hall. He seemed to have said something amusing, for the Slytherin boys were guffawing heartily and the girls around him twittered madly. No exception to this was Pansy Parkinson who she could see was clinging tightly to Malfoy�s arm.

A light smile played over Ginny�s lips as she could see that Malfoy was trying in vain to shake the overzealous girl off him to no avail. Suddenly she was aware of his eyes on her. He was staring at her, mouth open slightly, taking no care to conceal the direction of his stare. She blushed deeply. It was true that she had spent hours on her appearance in an attempt to make him notice her. She hadn�t, however, expected such a dramatic response. She turned quickly back to her group of friends, hoping to shake off Malfoy�s open mouthed gaze. Padma and Parvati had joined them with their dates and were complimenting her on her dress. She smiled and thanked them, they were too kind.

Just then the music started, a slow swinging melody, and a few couples took to the dance floor. Dean offered reluctantly to dance with Ginny but she could see he was happy standing with the others, and refused. She had only gone with him because they were trying to stay friends with each other after their short relationship and neither of them had dates. It was awkward as hell. She took a sweeping glance around the Hall. Malfoy was no longer standing with the other Slytherins and he didn�t seem to be on the dance floor either.

To her horror she spotted him, and not only was he staring fixedly at her, he was striding towards them purposefully. She began to panic, turning her back on his advancing figure. She tried to engage Hermione in conversation but before they had completed two sentences, Malfoy was upon them. She could feel him standing close behind her, smell his aftershave. She stuttered and nearly swooned with anticipation. Harry was the first to notice him among the group and stiffened. � �sakes Malfoy.� he said with a bored look on his face, �Give it a rest for just one night will you? We are trying to enjoy ourselves here. I can�t be bothered with you tonight.�

Ginny could practically hear Malfoy�s eyes rolling. �It�s always about you isn�t it Potter? Well this may well surprise you but I�m not here for you, Scarhead.�

Without a hesitation Malfoy took hold of Ginny�s hand which was hanging limply by her side, and led her away towards the dance floor. She didn�t resist, but looked over her shoulder at the crowd of her friends who were stood gaping unbelievingly.

She almost smiled despite herself. She was thinking how crazy this was, how crazy she was, letting Draco Malfoy lead her to the dance floor in front of the whole school. She looked over at her brother who was being held back by Harry, Seamus and Dean. He looked fit to pop.

Malfoy swung her round to face him and held her tightly around her waist with one hand and held her hand in the other. He smiled at her and looked deeply into her eyes. For Ginny the whole world seemed to fall away. It was just her, Draco and the music. In the light of the stars his white blonde hair shimmered and his silver-blue eyes sparkled He swayed her gently, leading her in wide circles around the floor. The other students in the hall made way for them, some gaped and others whispered excitedly. Pansy Parkinson was scowling heatedly at the twirling pair while the other Slytherin girls looked on jealously.

As the song came to an end, he slowed them to a halt and lifted his hand to her face.

She is so beautiful, this is madness.

She was so sure he was going to kiss her but this time his eyes held no animal lust, it was a look of tenderness almost. He wanted to kiss her and she realised that she wanted it too.

She became aware that the look on Malfoy�s face had changed. He was looking around them and as she did the same she realised that everyone in the hall was still and silent, staring right at them. She looked back at Malfoy who returned her gaze but his cheeks were red, the look of tenderness had vanished and was replaced by one of embarrassment.

He is ashamed to be with me! The realisation hit her. She thought back to what he had said in the Three Broomsticks. �contaminated with Weasley filth.� That was what he was thinking, she was sure of it.

She stood back from him and he frowned at her. There was a loud �THWACK!� as her right hand collided with his left cheek. He just stood there reeling in shock, she spun on one heel and ran out of the Hall, tears running down her cheeks, leaving the loud jeering laughter behind her.

5. Dirty

Author�s note. .

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.

6. Confessions

Author�s note.

Many, many thanks to all of you who have reviewed this story so far, you make writing it so much more fun! Here is the next instalment. Hope it meets expectations.

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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.�

7. Turning Slytherin Green

Author’s Note.

Thanks to all you wonderful people who reviewed chapter 6, you guys are the best!!!! I love you all! This is will be the only chapter for a little while, I’m writing the last chapter right now so I want to make sure it is absolutely perfect before I post it.

I’d really like to write another fic’ but I don’t have any really good ideas so if any of you have some you would like to share, email me. I’d love to hear from you!

So here it is….please read and review!

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Chapter Seven. : Turning Slytherin Green.

With help from Luna and Hermione she was almost completely prepared by the afternoon before the dance. Far from feeling nervous, she felt a thrill of adrenalin course through her veins when she thought of what she planned to do that evening. There was just one more thing she had to do.

She strode confidently into the Great Hall at lunchtime amongst of all her Gryffindor friends. She looked brazenly over towards the Slytherin table and when Malfoy looked up she held his eyes defiantly.

Draco smiled to himself, pleasantly surprised. Could it be true? Is the Weasley wench challenging me at last?

A delicious meal magically appeared on the table in front of them. Ginny merely picked at hers, she was too high on adrenalin to eat much. She looked back over at Malfoy and a sly smile spread across her lips. Malfoy was still looking fixedly at her. She lifted her hand to her mouth. Still holding his eyes she ran her index finger slowly over her lips. When she was sure that she had his undivided attention she ran the ran the same finger through a little of what was left on her plate then opened her mouth a little and sucked it off the end of her finger. Malfoy quickly broke eye contact but it was too late. She had seen it. A shudder of lust had unmistakably passed over his face even if for just a second.

Ginny choked back the bubble of mirth in her throat and looked away. He wanted her. She had seen it. The game was on, and this time she had the upper hand.

***

As her friends left the Common Room for the dance, Ginny quickly said goodbye before sprinting up the stairs to her room, taking them two at a time. She had less than an hour.

Having showered and wrapped her hair in a towel to dry she set about dressing herself. From her wardrobe she produced a very tight, very short, dark green dress and laid it on the bed. Smoothing it out gently she smiled as she imagined Malfoy’s face when he saw her in it.

But that wasn’t all. From under her pillow she produced a long lacy scrap of black material and frowned at it. Hermione had supplied this. What had she called it? A suspender belt, that was it. She applied it as Hermione had described and then summoned a pair of thin black stockings from the wardrobe drawer with a flick of her wand. After struggling extensively to connect them together she stood straight and admired the finished article in her mirror.

“My, My!” Her mirror said in an admiring voice. “Don’t we look sexy.”

Ginny blushed deeply. “That’s the plan.”

***

In forty minutes she was ready and striding down to the Great Hall in a pair of sexy spiked heels. Bracing herself, she walked boldly into the packed hall with her head held high.

Heads turned and some people nudged their friends to draw their attention to the advancing figure of a dramatically different Ginny Weasley. She looked stunning and she could tell by the way that all the boys were staring open mouthed at her that the dress had been a good choice. Ginny was sure that Hermione and Luna had carried out their part of the plan as there was no sign of Ron or Harry rushing to cover her up.

Attempting to suppress her blushes, unaccustomed to the attention, Ginny focused her efforts on locating Malfoy.

She spied him on the busy dance floor, standing stock still with a bored look on his face. The writhing form of Pansy Parkinson had her arms held tightly round his neck and was trying with little success to get him to move with her.

Ginny looked determinedly around the edge of the dance floor and soon located what she needed. Dean Thomas was standing on the other side of the floor talking to Seamus. Perfect.

Composing herself she pushes her way through the crowd toward Malfoy.

Draco gulped as Pansy turned and began rubbing herself against him. Having a woman throw herself at you was definitely a turn off. He had spent the last five minutes trying to think of an excuse to get away from her. He hadn’t meant to say yes to dancing with her but he was so preoccupied with thoughts of that damned Weasley tease that he hadn’t registered what she had said. “Yeah whatever.” He had replied dismissively. Next thing he knew he was dragged on to the dance floor and was being used as a scratching post by pug-faced-Parkinson in the centre of the Great Hall.

He was just going to have beg a men’s room break and then hide from her in the common room. The other boys were having a card game and there was no point in being at the dance at all if the one person he wanted to see hadn’t turned up.

“Look Pansy…” He started but he stopped as he had caught a glimpse of red hair through the crowd. Was it her?

He could see snatches of the person approaching him and his pulse quickened. Finally she broke through the crowd and Draco’s heart leapt. She looked amazing. She was wearing a dress that looked as if had been painted on. His groin tightened as he saw how short it was, her long shapely legs seemed to go on forever. And in Slytherin colours too! Scandalous! They looked unbelievably good against the long red hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, where his eyes were drawn to the dangerously low neck line. He had never seen her look better.

He became acutely aware that Pansy’s hands were wandering, mistakenly thinking that the hardness growing in his trousers was for her.

“Whoa Pansy back off ! Show a bit of self control will you?” he hissed.

She giggled conspiratorially rubbing herself against him. “What like you, you mean?”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling and cursed. This girl had no self respect. Not a bit sexy.

He attempted to ignore the revolting scene in front of him looked around expecting to see Ginny standing nearby. He was frustrated to see that she had not lingered and to his disbelief she was standing a distance away, with Dean Thomas.

What is she doing with him?

He had heard that they had gone out last year but he had also heard that he had finished with her because he had fancied some Ravenclaw girl. He remembered well, he had gotten great satisfaction out of mocking her over it at the time.

They seemed very intimate all the same. She was giggling girlishly and tossing her hair.

What is she up to?

He blanched as he watched Dean take her arm and lead her to the dance floor, smiling smugly. Malfoy became aware of a foreign feeling flooding his senses. Jealousy.

Ginny was careful not to make eye contact with Malfoy as she followed Dean to the floor. This is insane she thought to herself.

Nevertheless she knew what she had to do. She began to dance slowly and seductively with Dean. Giggling at the shocked look on his face, she reached up and put her arms round his neck and threw her head back, her long red curls fanning out behind her as she grinded her hips against his. She could feel that Dean was becoming aroused and taking that as her cue she turned her back on him and began to swing her hips side to side . Dean reached down and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close so that he could feel the curve of her buttocks move against him.

She felt him lean down and smell her hair, but she wasn’t paying any attention to Dean now. Her eyes were on Malfoy. He was dancing a short distance from her, still with Pansy Parkinson. He had pulled her close to him, putting his chin on her shoulder so he could watch Ginny uninterrupted.

They locked eyes and as Ginny continued move herself against Dean, she licked her lips seductively at him.

He couldn’t believe it. She was teasing him openly and using that Thomas prat to make him jealous! Even more disturbing was the fact that despite his best efforts to ignore her it was working. He had lost the upper hand. This wouldn’t do.

He looked down at his dancing partner, who, thinking Draco was about to kiss her, had puckered her lips. He had contemplated using her to extract his revenge but he cringed and chased the idea from his mind. Nothing is worth lowering myself to open displays of affection with this repulsive troll.

He looked back over at Ginny, she was still facing him but Dean had brushed her hair to one side and was now planting light kisses on her neck and shoulder. His eyes snapped back up to Ginny’s face. She looked back at him defiantly and proceeded to make a great show of how much she was enjoying the attention she was getting from Dean, closing her eyes and running her tongue over her top lip.

Malfoy was only just managing to hold on to his composure when Dean slid his hand up her thigh. Her impossibly short dress rode up further, exposing the top of one lacy stocking. Dean could evidently feel what was concealed under her dress and his hand gripped her thigh.

Malfoy’s control evaporated. It was one thing to dance with another guy in front of him, but to let him touch her so intimately, that was unforgivable. It would have to end now.

Pushing Pansy aside roughly he darted towards Ginny, and took hold of her arm. He began to drag her away through the crowd of dancing students.

Ginny snatched her hand out of Malfoy’s grasp and stood glaring at him as he turned and advanced on her.

“What the hell were you doing dancing with that imbecile and letting him touch you like that?” Malfoy shouted, trying to make himself heard over the loud music.

“Who the hell do you think you are Draco? I was just enjoying myself!" She yelled back, infuriated. How dare he act like he owned her. It didn’t matter that it was how she had hoped he would react, it didn’t matter that her stomach was flipping uncontrollably with joy over his jealousy. She needed his blood to boil so she continued to glare at him.

“Leave her alone Malfoy, she is with me.” It was Dean Thomas. He stood beside Ginny and put an arm protectively around her shoulders.

“Get your hands off her!” Draco snarled, lunging towards Dean and pushing him to the ground. Pulling his wand from the pocket in his robe, he pointed it threateningly at Dean. “Now back off before I hex you into next week.”

Dean held his hands up, defeated. Not one for confrontation, Dean was well aware that Malfoy was more than a match for him.

Malfoy turned to face Ginny but she was gone. Craning his neck to see over the crowd of students that had gathered around the two brawling boys, he saw her.

She was standing in the entrance to the Great Hall looking at him with a gratified smile on her face. Turning away, Ginny walked from the hall feeling full of herself. Phase one down.

It was time for phase two.

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8. Revelations

Author�s Note. A big thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story. It was so much fun to write I just hope it was as fun for you to read it. Many thanks to Dave who helped me get it just right.

And so here it is, the final chapter.

Enjoy.

Chapter Eight : Revelations.

Ginny stood in the centre of the empty common room, panting slightly from the effort it had taken her to run from the hall to Gryffindor tower. She threw her head back, eyes closed and shook with silent laughter. She couldn�t believe what she had just done. She almost felt sorry for Dean. Almost, but not quite. He had badly dented her pride finishing with her the way he had. The way she saw it he was long overdue a little pay back. As for Draco Malfoy, well she had barely begun with him.

�I guess I don�t need to ask if you thought that was funny?�

�You took your time Malfoy.� Ginny replied not turning to face him. �Not quite as fit as you boast I guess. Typical man.�

She turned slowly to face him. He looked wild and more out of control than she thought it possible for a Malfoy to be. His normally impeccably gelled white-blonde hair had broken ranks during the scuffle in the hall, a few strands fell over his eyes but he didn�t seem to notice. His milky skin was flushed with anger and yet he still managed to seem like he was looking down his nose at her. Still looking aristocratic and stunningly handsome.

Infuriating bastard.

Ginny stepped one foot forward. There was a wide oak table between them and Ginny leant down towards it placing her hands lightly on its polished surface. She tried to look like she meant business but she knew that it was also to give him a great view of her cleavage.

�Now, what can I help you with Mr Malfoy? Is there something you wanted to say or are you just going to stand there gawping like a loon?�

She didn�t wait for a reply before continuing. Moving round the table slowly she advanced on him.

�You see I�m a very busy girl. I�ve become quite popular of late and if you want a piece of this�.� She paused, running her hands down her dress. She slid it up high enough to reveal the top of the stockings underneath. �well the thing is, if you want some you had better come and get some �cos I�m not going to beg for it any more.�

Draco stood rooted to the spot, incensed by what was happening before his eyes. He cursed inwardly as he realised he wanted more than just a piece. He wanted to gorge himself on her until this distracting urge, nay, need, to be on her and in her and (Merlin strike him down for even thinking it) be around her, had been sated. It grated against every sensible instinct in his body to feel so helpless to resist this treacherous slattern and he was determined not to let her make him crawl to her panting, like a mangy cur. For he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys know how to exercise self control.

Ginny rolled her eyes theatrically and sighed.

�Shy are we? Well, well, well. I never expected to have to give assistance to you of all people.� She quickly crossed the space between them and stood facing him, breathing him in. He looked away, grim determination set into his jaw. She was enjoying having control over him. It was just a shame that it wouldn�t last.

Reaching out she touched his knee with one hand and closed her eyes as she slid her hand up his leg and inside his thighs with deliberately protracted pace.

She almost made it all the way to the top before he finally lost his composure. Hoisting her up into the air effortlessly by the waist in one fluid motion, he bumped her down on the table, scattering books and parchment in his wake. She squealed with a mixture of delight and shock, Draco smirked down at her, his trademark Malfoy smirk. She took a breath preparing to make a flippant comment but before she got the chance, Draco�s lips were on hers, kissing her passionately.

His hands were at his belt, fumbling and tugging desperately in his haste to relieve the pressure building inside his trousers. He let them fall to the ground with a heavy thump, glad to be freed of the restriction.

Ginny reached up and began to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, frustrated, she scowled, and ripped the shirt open, spraying buttons in all directions. He looked down at her and arched a silvery eyebrow at her. �That was an expensive shirt.� He groaned, an edge of heady amusement to his voice.

�Shut it rich boy, I�m sure Daddy will buy you another.�

Draco had had quite enough of her smart mouth. He was going to finish this, he had to rid himself of this�this�Hellcat and his consuming desire to rip her clothes off her once and for all. He was saved the indignity of ruining her clothes by the simplicity of the way she was dressed, he smiled indulgently at how truly little that dress covered. He yanked it up with relish, admiring her taut thighs that were contained by those excellent stockings. He proceeded to relieve her of her knickers but he could see that she had anticipated this move, by not wearing any.

He wasn�t sure he was able to withstand any more of her little revelations. Covering her mouth with his own he brought them together and with one sharp thrust of his hips, united them and let out a heavy satisfied moan.

Ginny also groaned appreciatively and let her eyes flutter closed as the thrill of pleasure passed over her body and ran through her veins. She hooked her legs around Draco�s back and pulled him deeper into her, whispering his name over and over and then capturing his lips in a savage kiss. The kiss broke his concentration and forced him to look down at her, the wanton look of pleasure painted all over her face brought him closer to climax than he ever thought possible.

�Oh, yeah. Harder Draco, Harder!�

His thrusting became erratic, uncharacteristically uncontrolled as he fought desperately to restrain himself. His name on her lips like that, almost more than he could take.

Somehow, he wanted her closer still. Closer than her lips on his, closer than her hands tugging at his hair and clawing at his back. He couldn�t put his finger on it but he understood it all the same and as he looked into her eyes he saw that it was mutual. The sensation of her writhing beneath him, those undignified shrieks of pleasure falling from her opened mouth, made him lose control of himself in a way that he hadn�t done since he was very inexperienced. Even as his hips bucked feverishly and he spilled himself into her, he realised that this particular thirst was a long way from quenched.

They lay there, shaking and panting, Draco�s naked torso slumped forward, his face buried in her thick red locks. She didn�t want to move, not now not ever.

Draco had other ideas. The last thing he needed was to be ambushed. Not with his bare arse in the air. Not on top of a thoroughly shagged little Weasley and not by a very pissed off Weasley king and �The Boy who Bitched�. Part of him mourned a little to move from her all the same.

He stepped back, forgetting that his feet were still tangled in his trousers and boxers and stumbled. Losing his balance he fell backward, luckily into a nearby armchair, and let out an embarrassed bark of laughter. Ginny surveyed him with sparkling eyes. He looked so boyish, so carefree and so different at that moment. He was smiling up at her, really smiling, not smirking or sneering and not a trace of sarcasm on his face. So unlike the stern, scornful and immaculate Malfoy that she had always seen him as. Post coital disorder was definitely a good look on him.

Voices outside the common room yanked her violently from her reflections.

Springing bodily from the table she looked around in panic for a place to hide Draco. Spotting a cupboard in the corner she ushered him hurriedly inside. Draco followed, hopping madly as he tried to wrestle with his underwear.

�Anyone would think you were ashamed of me Miss Weasley.� Draco said flippantly with a naughty grin. She grabbed her wand from a strategically placed garter and pointed it threateningly at his chest �Shut up Draco, or so help me���

She shut the door in his face, she knew he didn�t really have to threaten him, getting caught would be as bad for him as it would be for her.

She quickly aimed several tidying spells around the room and at herself. Bolting across the room she threw herself into an armchair and attempted to look nonchalant. Two figures lurched into the room giggling and kissing. They were obviously oblivious of Ginny�s presence as Harry wasn�t checking his efforts to relieve Hermione of her top.

Ginny was suddenly very sorry she hadn�t hidden herself in the cupboard with Draco. �Ahem.� She coughed lightly not wanting to see more than propriety allowed.

Hermione looked round with a gasp, and seeing Ginny sitting in the chair, swatted Harry�s hands away. �Hi Ginny, what are you doing here?� Harry followed Hermione�s blushing gaze over to where Ginny was sat and grinned coyly.

Turning to Hermione he whispered something that included the words �upstairs� and �my room� She giggled girlishly as he nibbled her ear. She looked over at her friend who clearly looked bothered by something �You go ahead, I need to talk to Ginny.� He gave her a quick peck on the lips, shrugged his shoulders apologetically at Ginny, turned and left.

When she was sure Harry had disappeared through the doors, Hermione crossed over to Ginny and looked down at her with a kind look of pity in her eyes. �Didn�t it go well?� she said simply, putting her hand over Ginny�s.

�Um, �..well�.� Ginny wasn�t sure what to say. Actually it went better than I ever hoped. He shagged me on that table over there and now he is hiding in that cupboard over there listening to everything.� She was fairly sure that wouldn�t do. She said instead �I�m ok Hermione, really. You go ahead.�

�Look Gin, being in love with Draco Malfoy of all people was never going to be easy.� Ginny�s eyes went wide at the mention of the word love. She was suddenly acutely aware of how close the cupboard was.

Hermione hadn�t noticed though, she smiled and squeezed Ginny�s hand. Turning to go she said �He might surprise us all yet and turn out to be a perfectly stand up guy, until then though, prepare to have your feelings well and truly battered. If you want me I�ll be upstairs, if you feel like talking later or anything.�

Hermione left Ginny who was sporting a decidedly wry smile. Hearing the cupboard door open behind her, Ginny braced herself, wincing.

�So�..� Draco drew the �oh� sound out with an air of amused interest. �Did I just imagine that or did Granger just say that you are in love with me?�

�Shut it Malfoy!� she groaned, covering her reddening face with her hands �I do NOT love you.�

�Well that�s good because I wouldn�t want to lose my lunch all over this lovely carpet.�

She turned to face him, a look of disgust contorting her face. �You really love yourself don�t you?�

�Well don�t you think I�m loveable? Ah of course you do�.� He trailed off with a laugh as Ginny crossed the room and attacked him with her fists.

Gods she looks so fucking gorgeous when she is angry.

He gripped her wrists tightly and held her still while he swooped in and kissed her soundly on the lips. �Hey its ok, I know I�m pretty adorable, and just for the record, I think you are pretty amazing too Ginevra.�

She stopped struggling and stared at him uncomprehendingly. His face was flushed with something closely resembling coyness, his eyes betrayed no sarcasm that she could see. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time savouring the sweetness of her lips. �Let�s get out of here before your bloody brother catches us.� Draco�s face was so close to hers that as he spoke his lips brushed her own. �Lets go to my room and discuss the terms of this arrangement shall we?� He kissed her again, passionately and she was convinced.

�Sounds like a plan.�

The End.