This chapter is what I think the stupidest chapter I have written, but hey, you guys might enjoy it. Thanks to all my reviewers, now on to the chapter. Also my other story (My Last Long Spirit) is in the competition so could you guys please read that one as well, if you do I'll give you cookies and cream chocolate. Or whatever chocolate you like. J
Girls (+) Monthlies = Trouble
Ginny lagged behind as Draco walked at a very brisk pace. They were now in the middle of Muddled Swamp. There was a slight trail for them to follow, but the moss covered the majority of it, and the putrid smell of the rotting leaves seemed to burn their noses like acid. Ginny's daydreaming was becoming a problem, as she would totally zone out. Draco would then have to backtrack half a mile to rescue her from a mud hole or swamp creature. She had almost been dragged under swampy water ten times today. If it were not for Draco's smart thinking, she would be dead.
"Draco, slow down. My legs can only take me at a single pace."
"Shut up, you have been whining for the whole bloody four days. We have almost reached our camping spot, and if we don't hurry up, we won't get there before dark."
"Please stop, I need to shuffle my bag."
"NO, I am not stopping."
"Well then, I'm not moving," Ginny sat down at the edge of the trail that left the Muddled Swamp.
"Fine! Then I'll drag you."
Draco tugged hard on the rope he had tied around her that made sure she kept up with his demandingly rough pace. It also fixed the daydreaming problem.
"NO, don't do that! You'll tire yourself out."
"Well then, get up and GET walking," said Draco pulling on the rope again.
"You don't need to be so mean about it."
"Ginny?"
"Yes Draco?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" as Draco yelled he realised he really need to control his temper, especially round a very emotional girl. It wasn't good for one image to make a girl cry, especially in public. All of the sudden, a loud thud shook the trees, echoing through the swamp in a shaking motion.
"Draco----"
"What!"
"Wh... what is that?"
"Holy crap, Ginny, RUN!" Draco ran pulling Ginny behind his in a frantic race for safety. A huge troll came lumbering after them. Draco yelling must have woken it up. They ran into the Wooden Forest and hid. They tried to catch their breath in case this deadly chase was to continue a hundred miles more.
"Draco, do you thin-k he wo-uld co-me out this far?"
"It depends on how angry the troll is; as they are stupid monsters. They never leave their territory alone for very long, because they're scared of others taking it."
"Oh."
The Troll came to the edge of the Forest sniffing, trying to smell the younglings scent that made it's mouth water with pleasure of a meal. A cry came, a whaling croaking sound; the Troll turned and ran back the way it had come.
"It seems to me that the Troll was not a him. It was a her."
"Yay, one point to Ginny. Come on. Let's go. We're not following the right track."
They exited out of the Forest to a wooden plain. It wasn't until then Ginny felt a tad queasy.
"Dracoo,"
"What now?"
"I don't know," Ginny started to cry.
"God damn, woman! Your emotional outpour has seemed to reach a new level of annoyance."
It wasn't till then Ginny realised that she is always this emotional around this time of the month. Ginny untied herself and told Draco to wait. She ran behind a patch of thick bushes.
"SHIT!"
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"Draco, I need you to do something for me," said Ginny very, very red in the face.
"Like what?"
Ginny leaned up to Draco ear and whispered something. Draco jaw dropped.
"WHAT?! You want me to do what? You're a bloody girl, and you forgot your monthlies?! My god woman." Draco took out his wand and transformed a branch into her required needs. "Now that should last you at least two cycles. And you had better not leave them lying around" Oh the memories, he remembered when Pansy got hers, 'Man she moody. And I think that might be an understatement of the year.'
Ginny, very embarrassed thanked Draco and ran to a near by tree.
'How on earth did I forget? God, I am so dirty.' "Ah, Draco,"
"Now bloody what?"
"Would you by any chance know a spell that can transform water from once place to another? Cause, I'm really uh, well you know," said Ginny, behind the tree. She was glad it was there to hide the humiliation she felt at that moment. 'He probably thinks I am the biggest twit ever,' she though. 'Oh who cares, anyhow he doesn't like me anyway. He'd rather have a million flings anyway,' she thought, depressed. She wasted so much emotion on someone who had no means of returning it.
"Ginny, I don't know that spell. There is a creek just through the woods if you need to wash."
"Where, just straight down there?" she asked pointing in the direction of the bushes.
"Yes, just about three minutes, but be careful."
"Thanks Draco." Ginny hurried off to the creek to wash her self. Striping down, she jumped in realising she should wash her clothes. Carefully she transfigured a leaf into a towel and a rock into a rough cake of soap. She cursed herself as the rough soap scratched her skin. Eventually she figured out a method where she could get the smell of four days dirt out without ripping her skin off her bones.
On the way back, it had become quite dark. She could smell smoke that wafted through the treetops. The firelight from the fire flooded through the area where Draco had set up a cosy little camp. Pulling up her towel she was instantly relieved to find there was some kind of tree stump to throw her cloths over so they would dry.
"You took a while. Hungry?" Draco said turning a nearly smoked eel in the fire, he looked up for the first time and quickly returned his gaze to the fire as soon as he realised she was wearing nothing but a towel.
"Where did you get that towel from?" he asked conversationally although he already knew.
"I can do a bit of transfiguring to you know," she pouted in a way that looked so cute.
'Ahhh, what are you thinking boy?' he scolded himself. He handed her the first cooked eel.
"Thanks, I am starved," she said grinning happily.
Draco watched her eat over the top of his own fried eel. All the time thinking, 'She's a Weasley?' Though she had the same red hair, her fair skin and full lips made him seriously doubt she was related to that moron, Ron. His eyes watched her greedily soaking in every aspect. 'What is that girl thinking, wearing nothing but a towel? She honestly must believe I don't care, and I hope it stays that way too.' despite Draco's decision, it still didn't prevent him from looking at her now that she was rid of that robe. Draco laughed in his mind as she revealed a little more that than she had intended. She was trying to pull the towel up between bites only to leave her top part briefly exposed. As she finished eating she grabbed her clothes of the log and dressed herself behind a bush- to Draco's relief-. He didn't think he could take it much longer.
"Thanks," Ginny took another smoked eel from the fire after getting dressed and ate. She was quite hungry and was able to eat the whole lot. It was getting darker and colder. It was almost time to turn in. Draco was lying down looking at the stars.
"Draco,"
"Mmmm," he said from looking at the stars.
"Do you miss her?"
"Miss who?"
"You know your mother,"
" I don't think she is dead, I'll only believe it when I see it. However, I do feel that if she has gone, she would be in a happier place."
"Yeah, I guess so," Ginny laid down beside Draco letting the fire's heat wash over her body for warmth that warmed her skin on contact. "Hey look, there goes a shooting star. Make a wish Draco."
"Do you think I would wish on a star, they don't even come true."
"They do, to you rotten little Slytherin. If you won't, I will," she muttered.
Closing her eye she wished with all the might, she possessed.
"All done?
"Yeah," said Ginny with a smile.
Draco turned to Ginny, looking into her eyes, seeing the sparkle of the fire in her eyes. She turned her head, and stared.
'I wonder if she knows?'
'I wonder if he knows?'
"So, Gin" breaking the eye contact, "What did you wish for?"
"Well, I wished for... HEY, if I told you it wouldn't come true. So I'm not telling," said Ginny poking her tongue out.
"I'd be careful where you poke that thing, 'cause next time it might not be there."
"Spoil sport," mumbled Ginny
"I heard that. Enjoying my company at all?" smirked Draco.
"Actually, I am. You're not as mean and hateful anymore. You seem to be more laid back, and umm, happy." Ginny smiled. "And if it wasn't for you Draco, I wouldn't be out here in the middle of nowhere going after the most dangerous 'it' alive."
"Well, you didn't have to come."
"You didn't give me any choice."
"Yeah right. You had plenty of choices; you just chose to blackmail me and tell the whole school that I'm in love with a Weasley, if I didn't let you come."
"Well, I didn't want you to get killed."
"Ginny, who said I was going to get killed? I wasn't even going to fight Voldemort."
"But you said that your whole mission to avenge your mothers death."
Draco sat up and stared into the fire. He leaned over and placed another piece of wood into the hot flame.
"Ginny, you don't understand. I could never fight Voldemort." Ginny opened her mouth but Draco stopped her. "Please, Gin. Let me finish. All my life I was told that I was going to become a Death Eater. I believe that until last year, because a certain person changed my mind. Now I have no idea what is going to happen to me; I have no one left. Voldemort wiped out my whole family, Ginny. All I have left now is a huge manor waiting for me to arrive to get the mark." Draco turned his head, and faced Ginny. "Gin, if it wasn't for you, well..."
"'Well' what?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Come on, it's time for bed." Draco got up, stood over Ginny, and went on his way to his tent.
"Yeah I'll be in a minute" As Draco got up Ginny eyes followed him.
'I can feel your suffering.
But I can also see beside it is something much warmer.
So warm in fact it burns the fringes of my mind,
And calms it'
Ginny stood a silhouette against the bright glow of the moon casting its radiance forth and saturating the darkened depth of the night sky and laughed softly "Even in the darkest depths, there's light".
A voice echoed from the confines of the tent "Are you coming Ginny?"
"Yes, just give me a moment." Ginny cast one more longing look at the ever so bright moon before retiring to her side of the tent Draco had brought. She listened to Draco's gentle breathing next door.
She could tell he was pretending to be asleep. A chilling howl chilled the night air around them. "Draco, did you hear that?"
"How could I not? It's just a wolf. As long as the fire burns, it won't come near us," he said.
"Draco... I put the fire out in case we set fire to the whole wood" she said fear in her voice.
"Oh man…regustos stealus," he said tapping the side of the tent with his wand. He laid back down on the ground, using a massive sleeping bag as a blanket.
"How will that help the situation?" she said the tension in her voice betrayed her nervousness at whether the spell worked or not.
"The tent is now as strong as steal, meaning the wolf can't come in," he muttered.
A low throaty growl came from near the door flap of the tent. Ginny jumped in fright hugging Draco's back tightly. Draco's senses tingled at her touch. The coolness of her hand against his stomach was like a drug; once addicted one wanted more. Not knowing what to do, he just pretended he was asleep. He felt her snuggle into his back, her cheek resting between his shoulder blades. Trying to make herself more comfortable she moved her hand from his stomach and up to his a space between his chest and shoulder blade; feigning sleep at that point become impossible; as he gave himself with a shudder of delight.
"Draco are you asleep?" Ginny whispered. Her lips accidentally brushed his back.
"I was until you decided sexually harass me," he said laughing.
"Oh, I am sorry. I'm just really afraid," she said. He didn't need to turn around to know she was blushing. Draco didn't want her to remove her hands but she withdrew hastily after his comment. She rolled over.
"Now, now, you don't get off that easy," he said. Ginny mumbled something incoherent about him being an idiot. "Yeah I have been. There's something I should have done a long, long time ago," he said seriously.
Ginny rolled over expectantly "Like what" she said holding her breath.
"Taken off my shirt. It's bloody hot in here," he muttered. He thought he heard an exasperated sob escape Ginny's beautiful lips before she once again turned so she wasn't facing him.
"Oh, you are such an idiot," she said before he dropped down next to her and pulling her into him. Gently he turned her around, so she was laying on her back. Swooping down he kissed her fiercely, for a moment he stopped waiting to see if she protested. She actually pulled him back down, and the kiss continued while his hand ran down her back.
Eventually they stopped to breathe. Ginny looked Draco in the eyes while he returned her gaze as if he was trying to look into her soul. Ginny smiled.
"Your mine now, Mr Malfoy," she laughed.
"Oh, on the contrary, Miss Weasley, you are mine. I made the first move. You know you nearly sent me insane tonight sitting there in your towel," he said running a finger around her belly button.
Ginny smiled, leaned forward, and continued the kiss.
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Well, I'm glad that chapter is over. Hope you all like the little smut between Ginny and Draco. Next chapter, something happened between Harry and Hermione, and what is Hermione secret? Will love prevail, or will someone get hurt? Is Ginny trying to tell Draco something, or is Draco giving in too much to the little Weasely? Thanks to my betas. See that little button down there. Please click on it. Please, I'm begging you.