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Coeur Corrompu
Chapter Six
Picking up pieces of yesterday's fire
Words that were written, but words that were only desire
Only desire
Pictures you've painted of yesterday's dream
Emotions alive, but no one will see their desire
Only desire
Lady, I don't want to fight
I know it's the middle of the night
So come now and sit by the fire
Maybe its only desire
Maybe its only desire
Toploader - Only Desire
The early morning sun peeked over the horizon as a new day dawned on the world of the living. All the shadows of the night swirled together, in an attempt to hide from the offending rays. They hid behind buildings and trees, anything they could find. Beams of light, on the other hand, flittered across the unprotected earth, lighting up every nook and cranny available. With its path of destruction came the passing of the morning's virginity.
Ginny groaned as she began to come round from a night's heavy sleep. Her head ached and she could sense that something was out of place even before she opened her eyes. It was a certain smell that lingered in the air. At first she thought it might be herself but soon realised it wasn't. It smelt of spice with a mix of something else she couldn't put her finger on. Then there was her pillow. It didn't exactly feel like a pillow, more like a…
Her eyes clicked open and she was confronted by a blurry vision of white. It seemed to be everywhere. It was all white, just white, as far as the eye could see. Slowly she began to think through her predicament. Turning her neck slightly she realised that she was being stupid. Her head was buried into a white shirt. Letting a little sigh of relief she closed her eyes again. At least she wasn't going crazy, she thought. Something ticked over in her mind and she tensed up as drunken memories flowed back to her brain. She could remember stumbling home and her talking to someone, but she couldn't for the life of her remember how she got to bed. Opening on eye slightly, she looked cautiously up.
There he sat with his back resting against the headboard and his own head dropped forward. An arm was lazily draped round her waist and the other hung loosely by him. His eyes were closed and he had an air of calm about him that made Ginny queasy at the knees. Thanking any God that could hear that she was lying down, she took a deep breath. This wasn't the best of situations to be in. She was slightly hung over, in bed with Draco Malfoy, the man she was supposed to be helping capture. Worst of all was the fact she couldn't remember how she had ended up in this situation. One of the first questions to push its way into her thoughts was whether she had done the dirty deed with Draco. A blush spread across her cheeks at the merest thought. Something about him had this adverse effect on her, but she denied admitting she found him attractive. It would be dangerous to even think about being with the man that lay so close by.
Opening her eyes fully, she realised that she would have to escape somehow. If he woke up now and found her cuddling up to him, he might get the wrong idea. And she was almost positively certain that she didn't want that to happen. Almost. Raising her head slightly, she focused on the clock. It was almost time for her to be at work again. She fumed inwardly at the thought of Hermione lecturing her for the hundredth time that week. Quickly an idea formed in her head. All she would have to do is crawl over his legs, grab some fresh clothes and silently make her way downstairs. It all sounded so easy in her mind, but putting it into practice probably wouldn't be so easy. Gently she pushed her weight up onto her hands and sat up in the bed. Slowly she drew a hand through her long red curls and couldn't help but look down at Draco's face. He looked almost perfect in this light and again she felt a queasy feeling come over her knees.
Shaking herself out of the temporary trance, she daintily lifted her leg and lifted it up over Draco's hips. When it made contact with the other side of the bed, she let out a little sigh of relief. He had still not stirred and didn't look like he was going to any time soon. Smiling slightly she put some weight on her knee and strategically swivelled her hips so she could get the other leg over. As she was doing so though, Draco's hands suddenly lurched forwards and grabbed her by the hips, sending them sharply into his own. 'Going somewhere Weasley?' Draco drawled.
Ginny gulped slightly and began to panic. She felt like a little girl who had been caught falling asleep in a lesson. Embarrassment seemed to overflow her and she couldn't help but look down into her lap. His hands still firmly gripping her hips, and if anyone were to open the door now they would defiantly get the wrong impression. 'Yes,' she finally managed to mumble.
'Hmmm…'
Looking up cautiously, she saw Draco's tempestuous eyes trained upon her face. In an attempt to keep control, her mind raced for ideas on how to distract him from what she thought he was going to do. Though being not all too familiar with the world of men, she knew that look. It was the sort of look that was supposed to send girls crazy, and it worked in all honesty. Chewing on her bottom lip, her mind went back to the bother some question. 'We didn't…you know…did we?' was the best she could manage.
'I'm shocked that you can't remember,' he said with a devious glint in his eye. 'Then again you were pretty out of it...' Slowly his hand was making its way up from her hip, along her limp arm, and then up her neck. She shivered at the touch of his skin against hers. 'I recall you telling me I was the best you'd ever had,' he whispered softly.
'We…Oh my god…but…' Ginny began in an attempt to convey how she was feeling. She was interrupted though by the soft dulcet tones of Draco chuckling. Her eyes flared angrily and she glared at him from under strands of golden red hair. This only seemed to make him laugh more though, and she slapped him hard on the arm.
'Don't worry you little red head, Weasley. I didn't lay a finger on you, and you defiantly weren't in the right state of mind,' Draco drawled and an all too familiar smirk rested upon his lips. 'I prefer for my women to be completely aware of what their getting themselves into.'
Ginny slapped his arm again and growled in frustration. 'You are a dirty, filthy…lying Slytherin', and I wouldn't even touch you with a barge pole!'
'That's not what you were saying last night,' he said with arched eyebrows. His lips wore a smile of pure amusement, and he didn't even seem to be affected by her slaps. All she could do though was scowl at him. No witty and cutting remark came to mind and he was almost mocking her attempts to be cruel. His hand, which had been resting on her neck, was now cupping her cheek and his face seemed to be getting dangerously close. 'In fact Weasley, you asked me to stay with you, though I doubt very much that you remember.' His nose brushed gently against hers, making Ginny hold her breath with anticipation. Slowly his lips got closer to hers and she let out a little gasp. His breath was warm against her cool flesh and she desperately wanted to explore her curiosities. Was he really as cold as he looked? If he touched her, would it have the Midas affect? Her eyes fluttered close and she almost swore she could hear bells…
The doorbell was ringing.
'Saved by the bell,' Draco muttered so his lips brushed lightly against hers.
She jumped, quickly clambered off him and darted over to the door in a desperate hurry to escape him. Pausing at the door she turned and glanced at him. The amused smile was still in place and she scowled. 'Touch anything while I'm gone and I will personally make sure you never have an opportunity to reproduce!'
'I'll look forward to it,' He drawled as she slammed the door shut.
Rushing down the stairs at break neck speed she looked down at her clothes and growled. She was still wearing the clothes from last night and they were a crumpled mess. The dress was creased in the most unusual places and the cardigan had an unusual stain on the front. Sniffing at it, her nose wrinkled up. Whatever it was it wasn't nice. Slowly she approached the door and opened it a fraction.
Usually Ginny's mornings went pretty smoothly and clockwork almost like a machine. She would wake up, get dressed and leave the house after feeding herself and the cat. Ever since Harry had dumped her though, her mornings had gone dramatically down hill. She had woken up late, often with a hangover, and now with Draco Malfoy in her bed. Being confronted by the ever cheery face of Colin Creevey wasn't exactly helping either.
'I'm so sorry about last night Gin!' Colin gushed as a worried expression graced his face. 'I was called out to do a shoot in Japan and this model, I can't remember her name, was being ever so difficult. Almost drove me insane.'
'Good morning Colin,' Ginny said breezily. 'And it's alright.'
'Are you sure? I almost strangled that model, I can tell you!' he continued to babble. 'I can't see why they get so hung up about lighting, really I can't.'
'It's alright, really,' Ginny persisted.
'All I could think about on the way home was the idea of you being all alone getting drunk. You didn't did you Gin?'
'No! Of course not!' she snapped quickly, embarrassed at the fact she had got drunk alone. 'I mean…I went and everything, but I didn't…well you know.'
Colin nodded knowingly. Somehow he was always able to see straight through Ginny's lies. Once she had dropped his homework scrolls in a puddle and had spun off some story that a goat had appeared out of nowhere and rammed her. He of course hadn't fallen for it. Then again he hadn't got angry either. She loved the way nothing ever seemed to faze him and wished she had that quality. 'So are you going to invite me in, because it's freezing out here?'
'Yeah, of course,' Ginny said automatically then realised what a mistake she was making. 'Actually…no.'
'Why not?'
'I have a man in my bed,' she said as quickly as she could and slammed the door shut on his face. Spinning round quickly she leant heavily against the door and closed her eyes. Maybe saying that to Colin hadn't been the best of ideas, but it had been truthful. She did have a man in her bed. Opening her eyes she saw him sitting at the top of the stairs watching her intently. Outside Colin was knocking politely on the door.
'If this is how you treat all the men that come to visit, I'm glad I break in,' Draco drawled with a smirk.
'Shut up Malfoy!' she hissed at him.
'Don't see why I should, Weasley. You told him I was here.'
'No,' she continued in a hushed tone. 'I told him I had a man in my bed. Not you!'
Draco laughed gently causing Ginny to scowl like there was no tomorrow. She hated the ease that he seemed to have at taunting her. He was able to arouse the deepest of feelings in her. Hate, anger, passion…and she despised him for it. A barrage of bumbling came from behind the door, followed by a loud pop, which dragged her away from the thoughts she daren't slip into. 'Well now that's out of the way, will you please get out of my house?' she asked exasperatedly.
'No. I don't think I will.' Draco rose from where he stood and walked down the stairs. 'See Weasley, I came here with every intention of giving you a couple of clues, so to speak, and leaving. It is not my fault however that I am still here and therefore I have every right to some breakfast at the least.'
Ginny felt her jaw drop. 'You want breakfast?!'
'Yes,' he said plainly. 'I am assuming you understand what breakfast is?'
'Of course I know what breakfast is!' she screeched angrily, as she thundered into the small kitchen. 'I'm not that stupid!'
Draco laughed softly as he followed her closely behind. 'Someone got out of the wrong side of bed this morning.'
'And I wonder why that would be,' she muttered to herself. 'Tell me what you want then leave.'
'Patience Weasley,' Draco drawled in her ear, making her jump. Slowly his arms snaked round her waist and his mouth came closer to her ear. 'Who do you think knows me best?' he whispered.
'Yourself,' she managed to croak out before her breath caught in her throat.
'Correct answer, but not the one I was looking for.'
'Pansy.'
'Come on Weasley! You can do better then that…' he taunted gently into her ear.
'Your mother!'
'Bingo. Second question, who is most likely to know my…predicament.'
'Your mother…?'
'You're catching on fast here Weasley. I might have to get you a shiny star…or something else…' his lips brushed gently against her skin. 'Last question. Let's see if you can get this right. If you were me where would you hide?'
She spun round to face him and saw a slight smug grin on his face. 'No…you wouldn't…' And with that he vanished.
Ginny contemplated the things she was thinking. She felt slightly stupid that she hadn't thought of the mother thing herself. In fact she was a damn sight peeved. Then there was the other thing. His hiding place. She knew there had been something wrong about the case, it had all seemed too magical. There had been no factors from the outside world. Now though she could be wrong.
'Muggles,' she muttered.