There'll be times when my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin because you have to make this life livable
But when you think I've had enough
From your sea of love I'll take more than another river full
And I'll make it all worthwhile I'll make your heart smile
Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That's how my love goes
Strangelove,
Will you give it to me?
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it?
Draco Malfoy looked around the Great Hall with interest. As
usual, he was only half listening to Dumbledores welcoming feast speech. It was his seventh and final year at Hogwarts,
and this was the last one he'd have to suffer through.
There were several new prospects this year…A lot of girls had done some growing up over the summer, and were looking quite good. He even let his eyes wander over to the Gryffindor table, although it was Draco's personal experience that the Hufflepuffs were the easiest girls to coerce into his bed. He'd give them the sad eyes, and say how misunderstood he was, nobody liked him because his daddy was a Death Eater, and it was so hard being expected to follow in those footsteps, and he'd have them flat on their backs in no time.
The Ravenclaws were a little harder to work. He had to stimulate their minds before their bodies, and he usually had to go to the library to find these conquests. He'd ask for help with his potions assignments, saying that, yes Snape gave him high marks but he didn't really understand what he was doing, and how was that going to help him when he left school? A bit of homework, a brush of the hand, a graze of his skin on theirs, and it was a done deal.
The Slytherin girls kicked off their knickers for him because he was Draco Malfoy, and that wasn't work for him at all. It had been fun for his 5th year, but he wanted a challenge. He needed a challenge.
The Gryffindor girls were a serious effort, and Draco had to pull out all the stops to get the four Gryffindor girls he'd had in his bed so far. Draco pursued the Gryffindor table and did a double take. Who was that? It couldn't be. She looked amazing, and she'd certainly grown up over this past summer. Her long red hair fell in waves half way down her back, and Draco felt his palms begin to itch with the need to touch the fiery tresses. She sat facing Dumbledore, hanging on his every word it seemed, and Draco had a pretty clear view of her. Wow. She has breasts now. A right fine looking pair, too. Draco raised an eyebrow as he appraised her. He had not given her a look, a real, thorough look in years, now he was getting his fill.
His father would kill him. That is, if he found out. Lucius Malfoy was still in Azkaban, but Draco knew it would be a matter of time before he was out and serving the Dark Lord at his side again. Draco let himself smile inside as he thought of how much it would outrage Weasley and Potter…And the look of horror and disgust on his fathers face at the thought of his son and a Weasley. The hall became noisy as the food appeared on the tables, indicating the end of the speech. Draco glanced at the platters in front of him, and then back at the object of his thoughts, Ginny Weasley, and was surprised to find her looking back at him. When his eyes caught her own, she quickly turned her back and returned her attention to her own table. Whoever else came to his bed this year, he decided that Ginny Weasley would be added to the list.
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Ginny felt some ones eyes on her, and when she turned, her gaze automatically flew to Draco Malfoy. Ginny was more than shocked that Draco, of all people, was looking at her. He wasn't smirking, or looking with disgust at her second hand robes, but looking with interest…At her, was that possible?
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It hadn't taken Draco long to come up with a plan of attack for seducing Ginny Weasley. He'd formulated them the second night back, after a tumble with Lavender Brown. Draco was just rolling off of her when he decided to check Ginny's schedule that he'd copied -unbeknownst to her, from her book bag at a prefects meeting earlier that night. He would pass her right after breakfast on Wednesday's, and Thursday's on his way to potions, as she went out the front double doors to herbology, if he timed it right- Draco looked up as he realized something…
"Did you need anything else Violet?" he inquired innocently.
Lavender was incensed! This was the second time she had slept with him and he couldn't even remember her name? Would she ever learn not to fall for Malfoy's smooth lies? Lavender threw the covers back and began to dress. She was hoping she could stay with Draco, at least for a little while, not be thrown from his room the minute he had finished. He was so cold! He had made her feel wanted and desired, but now that he had what he required of her…It was just like her mum always said, "Why buy the pumpkin, when you can get the juice for free?" Lavender had never understood what this meant, and thought perhaps her mum had gone round the twist, but now it was all becoming clear.
Draco saw that she was about to cry as she dressed, but he didn't back down. No one stayed the night. Ever. Under any circumstances. Woman expected too much as it was, he didn't want one thinking she was the queen of his bed. After all she'd have to make room for the next one. Draco turned his back on Lavender as she finished dressing, calling him a "Git, wanker, prat, slag," over and over. When she was finished, she walked to his door and told him that this was the last time his room would ever see her shadow. Draco yawned rather dramatically as the door shut behind her and muttered, "You hopped into bed pretty damn quickly, love."
The next morning, Draco saw Ginny walking with Loony Lovegood toward the double doors, and fell into step beside her. "Morning Ginny." he drawled, attempting to make his voice malice free.
Ginny looked around, and then realized she was the Ginny he was speaking to. "Malfoy," she acknowledged and increased her pace.
Draco wasn't easily deterred. Sure he'd been an asshole to her friends and family over the years, but he'd laid off considerably, when he'd started getting laid-on.
"Please Ginny- Call me Draco." Draco winked at Ginny then headed down to the dungeons. Ginny was planted to the spot. Draco's actions caused her stomach to flip-flop, and she could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks. What was the big deal? It was just a wink! Why did her stomach feel like there was a small whirlwind inside? What was Draco- No! Malfoy, his name was Malfoy, what was he up to?
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A week later, Draco watched Ginny enter the library alone and decided it was a good time to follow her. It was an hour until curfew, and the library was nearly empty. He watched as Ginny sat down at the closest table and began to work on her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay.
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She had only just settled herself to begin when Draco moved in and took the empty seat across from her. He didn't have books or quill, just a wink and a smile. She glanced up at him in silent confusion. All week he'd been making appearances on the routes to her classes, smiling, winking, and giving her a slight smirky smile that he was sure made her heart beat quicken.
What was wrong with her? He wasn't that attractive…In fact, he wasn't attractive! He was far too pale, and his hair was so blonde it could be considered white, like an old man! And his body, it was long and lean, but his shoulders, they weren't nearly as broad as Bill's or Ron's say, but they weren't small either. And his lips, well, now that she took a long look at them they looked quite kissable, and his nose, it was very aristocratic, as were his hands, they looked well groomed, there only flaw was the calluses from years of quidditch-
"Are you feeling well?" Draco handed Ginny a handkerchief from the pocket of his robes. Ginny tentatively reached out for the cloth, then drew her hand back.
"I'm, I'm fine" Ginny looked away for a moment, then back at a smirking Draco. "Why?"
She couldn't help but ask. Draco dropped the handkerchief on the table between them then leaned back in his chair. "Well…A gentlemen never tells such things" he hedged.
Ginny couldn't help herself. "Such things as…"
"You're sweating" Draco said bluntly.
Ginny's hand flew to her forehead, and she was horrified to feel a slight wetness there. Was she getting hot under the collar thinking about Malfoy? Ginny felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment, and got up and walked as quickly as she could to the farthest bookshelf in the library. Ginny felt like a ninny for fleeing from Malfoy, and decided to see how he was reacting to her flight. She peeked around the bookshelf and saw the back of his head at the table where she had left him. Ginny leaned her back against the shelves and took a few deep breaths. When she felt like her heartbeat was at last returning to normal, and she'd given Draco a clue to leave as well, she peaked around the shelf again, to see if Draco had indeed left. He wasn't at the table. He was gone. Well that's what she wanted. Good. She felt a rather strange sensation well up inside of her, as if she were…disappointed? She shook her head as she leaned back against the shelf, then let out a yelp as Draco leaned over her. He had one hand above her head, resting on the shelf, while the other was reaching out to caress her cheek.
"Why are you running Ginny? Scared?" he whispered as his lips brushed her sensitive earlobe.
Ginny opened her mouth to protest, he was the son of a known Death Eater! He was horrible to her friends and family! He probably-
All thoughts were forgotten when Draco's mouth descended on hers. She felt her knees weaken as Draco's mouth worked its magic on her body. His tongue was hot and hungry as it explored the sweet softness she so willingly offered him. Ginny could hear someone moaning softly, as Draco used the pad's of his thumbs to massage the back of her neck.
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He was finally able to give into his urge to see if her hair felt as silky as it looked. Draco doubted that Ginny even realized she was making those sexy moaning sounds that made him want to take her right there against the book shelf. When Ginny finally came up for air, Draco began kissing whatever skin was exposed to him in her high-collared shirt.
"What are you doing to me?" Ginny asked as she wrapped her arms tighter around Draco's neck. Ginny tried to push against him, and only then realized that one leg was wrapped around him. Ginny disengaged herself and slid down the bookshelf, giving Draco a nice view of her thighs as her skirt got caught up on books that were sticking out from the shelf.
"You're attracted to me, who could blame you?" Draco asked as he loomed over her. He tried to kiss her again, but she dodged him,
"And…And you're attracted to me?" she asked, attempting to mimic his confidence.
Draco cupped her face in his hands, and kissed the bridge of her nose. "How could I not be? You are beautiful Ginny, sweet, funny, kind, loyal,…dead sexy." The whole time he was speaking, he took a step with each compliment, backing Ginny into a corner. He tried to kiss her again, but she put a finger to his lips.
"How do you know those things about me" she asked in a soft voice.
Draco was getting in over his head. He should have had her back to his room by now…the ache in the lower half of his body was becoming quite painful. "I watch you Ginny." When he leaned in to kiss her this time she met him half way.
Just as they were about to touch, Madam Pince appeared, letting them know with a loud whisper that the library was closed, it was fifteen minutes to curfew, and they needed to "Shoo" out of her library this instant.
"Her library, indeed," Draco said as Madam Pince stalked off. "Do you want to go to my room"? Draco inquired.
He watched Ginny's eyes grow wide and he knew exactly what she was thinking. So that was all he wanted?
"To talk, Ginny." Draco reassured her, as Ginny began haphazardly stuffing things into her well-worn bag.
Do you think so little of me?" she snapped. "You obviously don't watch close enough!"
Draco looked at her with an unreadable expression, and Ginny was immediately sorry for her show of temper.
"I'm, sor-, it's not that…It's just, I've got to get a jump on my essay…And I really should get back, I wouldn't want to lose house points and put Slytherin in the lead." Draco nearly groaned as he watched Ginny head toward the library doors; he had to try one last time, "I could walk you to your tower princess."
"No! I mean no thank you," Ginny replied. She could just imagine Harry's face if he happened to see Malfoy escort her to Gryffindor Tower.
Draco raised an eyebrow, then bowed slightly, and walked ahead of her through the doors.
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"Draco"…Ginny called after him, but he didn't respond, and she decided not to press.
Ginny climbed the stairs to Gryffindor tower, and muttered "Sugar Quills" when she reached the portrait of the fat lady. A surprising number of people were in the common room, some doing homework, but most were chatting or playing games.
Harry and Ron were playing chess, and Hermione, as usual was reading. Harry's face seemed to light up when he spotted her, making her feel slightly guilty. Even though she and Harry weren't officially going out, Harry had declared his feelings for her over the summer, and even given her a necklace with a heart shaped pendant that had an intertwined H & G on it. Ginny had refused to accept such a personal gift, she had gotten over her crush on harry over two years ago, and thought of him as a seventh brother. Ginny had tried to tell harry she couldn't accept it, but he had asked her to please wear it, saying he realized he'd cared for her for a long time, but had been too thick to realize what was right in front oh him. He told her he would be willing to wait, to see if she had a change of heart, and after a few days of Harry's pressure, Ron's insistence, her mum's guilt, and Hermione's reasoning, Ginny relented. Ginny told harry the locket was beautiful, and she would wear it, but in all honesty, she wasn't sure her feelings ever would change, she wasn't sure if she would ever fall back in love with him. As much as she loved him, she wanted him to understand she wasn't committing to a relationship.
After a few days of wearing the necklace, -and hearing from everyone how lovely it looked on her, Ginny began to ponder what would be so bad about having harry Potter for a boyfriend? She knew that Harry was under an incredible amount of pressure, the war could break out any time now. Harry deserved some happiness and fun, and distraction from all the chaos of his life didn't he? Ginny was brought back to the present when Harry approached her and gave her a hug. Ginny felt her body tense, and gave him a weak smile. "Harry".
Harry had a strange expression on his face as he pulled away. "Need help finishing your essay?" he smiled.
"Oh,…No, not exactly." Ginny couldn't hold his gaze very long.
"I could help you," Harry offered "It's sort of my thing."
Ron looked disgruntled, "What about our game mate?"
Hermione did something then that was completely out of character. She practically threw the book she was reading across the couch and rushed to take Harry's empty chair. "I'll play you Ron," she said.
"You"? Ron asked incredulous.
"Yes, me."
"But you"-
Hermione reached across the chess board and covered Ron's mouth with her hand "Oh, Ronald"…
Harry winked at Hermione, and took Ginny's hand to lead her over to the large table, and proceeded to take out her books, quill, and parchment. When harry had held her hand, she had felt nothing, no spark, no shock, no chills. Nothing. When Draco had touched her, it was like flames running rampant through her veins.
Ginny was lost in thoughts of Draco when Harry waved something in front of her face. "What's this?" he looked questioningly at the object.
Ginny looked at the handkerchief Harry was holding and felt a slight panic; she hadn't realized she'd picked it up. "I, I, don't know. I must have picked it up by mistake." Ginny replied.
Harry looked at her curiously, then back at the expensive cloth, which from this angle ginny could see a monogrammed M. Harry shrugged, and then tossed it over his shoulder into the rubbish bin.
Ginny could feel her body flinch with the instinct to fetch it out. Ginny had trouble keeping her mind from wandering as Harry helped her with her essay. Harry was notorious for not doing his own work, and here he was helping her with hers. Hermione and Ron kept smiling over at them and Ginny had the urge to smack the smiles off their faces. Would Ron be smiling if he knew she'd been in Draco's arms just an hour ago?
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Draco stormed his way down to dungeons after leaving the library. He was walking with an uncomfortable gait as he had been quite affected by his encounter with Ginny. He'd underestimated his charms, obviously. He'd expected to be having her soft, willing, body underneath him by now. Draco reached his private head boy's room, and was about to say the password, when Pansy Parkinson stepped out of the shadows.
"Want some company tonight?" she whispered seductively, as she stepped closer to him.
Draco looked the pug faced brunette over. He'd taken her to bed countless times, and though she was no Ginny Weasley, a woman was a woman, and having one underneath you when your body was demanding it was the end justifying the means.
Draco nodded at her, covered her ears, whispered "Bat bogey hex" and watched as the wall slid open and revealed his massive bedroom. Draco began to undress, and had barely taken off his robe and tie, when he glanced at his bed to see that Pansy was completely nude, her legs wide open, already welcoming him. Draco felt slightly repulsed by the sight of this too willing woman. What was wrong with him? A few hours ago he would have been more than pleased by the sight before him. Draco shook his head and finished undressing.
He kept his body to the task, but he found his mind kept wandering to his redhead. He wished it was her making these moaning sounds in his ear.
Draco found himself close to climax, and pushed himself once more into Pansy. "Ginny" he shuddered out the word low and soft, but full of conviction. He pulled out of Pansy and performed a cleansing spell, as she scooted off the bed and began to get dressed. Without a backward glance, Draco rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming of a certain intoxicating redhead.
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Pansy leaned against the wall outside of Draco's bedroom and shook her head. Surely she hadn't heard him say "Ginny" in the heat of the moment? She was sure that was what she heard. Or was it? It was said barely above a whisper, after all, and the only Ginny she knew was that Muggle-lover Weasley. Draco would never be thinking of Ginny Weasley while making love to her!