Love that Binds

Title: Love that Binds
Author: opalbaby88
Rating: NC-17
Summary: While Ginevra Weasley is in her sixth year at Hogwarts, the war in the wizarding world breaks out. Draco Malfoy has been raised to hate everything Ginny stands for, but can her love soften his heart?
Disclaimer: The characters, places, and theme do not belong to me. I’m just borrowing them for a while.

THUD! Ginny Weasley sat up straight in her bed. She had been dreaming about a boy.
Well, she thought to herself. Not really a boy, more like a really sexy Quiddich player. A seeker for his house team. A guy that when you looked at him made your toes curl. A guy that every girl wants to date, and every guy wants to be.

Ginny was thinking about Draco Malfoy, The Slytherin seeker. Ever since Harry and Hermione had found each other last year, she had been jealous of their relationship. Not because she was still in love with Harry. Well she admitted to herself. I never really loved him, I just had a school girl crush . She was jealous of Harry and Hermione’s closeness. A bond that they shared, something that was stronger then anything in the world.

“Ginny,” Mrs. Weasley yelled from the kitchen. “If you don’t get up we’ll be late. You can’t miss the train!”

“Coming Mum.” Ginny dragged herself out of bed and moaned. She had been having erotic dreams about Draco Malfoy ever since her fourth year. Why won’t they go away? Its not like I actually want him. My brothers would kill me.

“Ginny! Your breakfast is getting cold. We have to leave in ten minutes,” her mother called to her. Her mother was always fussing over her. Maybe it was because she was the baby, or maybe it was because she was the only girl, either way, Ginevra Weasley was constantly monitored. When she was at home, her mother and father were always there watching, at school Ron was just the over protective brother, and Harry coming in a close second.

She wanted freedom. She never had a real boyfriend because Harry would warn a prospective guy what would happen if he hurt her, then her brother would tell them to stay away. It never seemed to end.

Ginny trudged down the stairs, and sat down next to Hermione. She looked down at her soggy eggs, and pushed her plate aside, looking at her brother. He was sitting opposite Harry who was on the other side of Hermione.

“Ron?”

“What?” he said through a mouthful of food.

“Are you ever going to ask Luna out? She has been owling me for the past three months asking about you. What’s your favorite color, your favorite food, whether or not you sleep with any clothes on.”

Ron choked on his bacon, and Harry snorted into his porridge. Hermione who had been drinking orange juice spit it out all over Ron.

“She what?”

“Well I told her you like to sleep in the nude when you have company, but when you are alone you prefer flannel to cotton.”

“Ginny,” scolded Hermione. “You actually said that to Luna?”

“Don’t be such a prude Hermione. I can hear you and Harry through the walls when you think everyone is asleep,” she smirked.

Hermione blushed and went back to her food. Ginny looked over at Harry and said, “By the way, next time you want to do it, use a silencing charm, I can hear Hermione from all the way down stairs. Either that, or cover her mouth with a pillow.”

Harry flushed the color of Ron’s hair, and Hermione let out an indignant gasp. “I do not make that much noise.”

“Yes you do,” said Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the same time.

Just then Mrs. Weasley came into the kitchen. “All right everyone, go up and get your trunks, its time to leave.”

Chapter 2

Ginny sat on the Hogwarts express thinking about her upcoming term. She was excited to see all of her friends again after the long summer holidays.

“Hey Gin Gin,” said Jillian Brice. She was a skinny girl who only stood about 4’ 11’’. Long, curly, black hair went to her waist. However, her most startling feature, but by far the most beautiful, were her ice blue eyes. She also happened to be Ginny’s best friend.

Ginny scowled, “I hate it when you call me Gin Gin.”

Jillian laughed. “I know, that’s why I do it.” Ever since they were in their first year, when Ginny had been in potions class, and Snape had put them next to each other, they became instant friends.

“So how was your summer?” Jillian asked Ginny. “And how is that gorgeous brother of yours?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. First Luna, now Jillian, what they hell did every girl at Hogwarts see in him?

“What is it with every girl and my brother?” Ginny asked.

“Gin, I realize he is your brother, and to you he may not have sex appeal, but even you have to admit, you brother is really hot.”

“Yeah, he’s okay, I mean from the perspective of a girl, not his sister.” Ginny smiled. She knew Jillian had been in love with Ron since she was 11 years old. Ron thought she was hot, and granted she was, but he was into the more slutty types of girls. He liked them fun and experienced.

Jillian fit one side of the profile, she was fun, but she was definitely not experienced. Ginny and Jillian had both planned to wait for someone they loved.

Jillian was staring at her hands, she was thinking along the same lines as Ginny.
Jillian smiled sadly at Ginny. “So, you never answered me, how is your brother?”

“Jillian,-”

“I know Gin, he doesn’t even know I exists.” Jillian said with tears in her eyes.

“Jilly Bean, I’m so sorry.” Ginny hugged Jillian and looked up. How could she get her brother to notice her?

Jillian sat back and smiled. “Okay, let’s talk about something happy. How about those erotic dreams your having about Draco Malfoy?”

Ginny blanched. That was another part of Jillian. She could sense feelings and in some cases, even tap into a person’s subconcience. “How did you know?”

“I felt your dream last night. I was the creepiest feeling. I wanted Malfoy, then I realized it wasn’t me in the dream, it was you. I sort of guessed it was your dream, and I tapped into it.”

Ginny nodded. “Yeah, the best dream I had in a really long time.” She sighed, how could she want Draco Malfoy? Then she suddenly grinned. “Have you ever stumbled into my brother’s dreams?”

Jillian blushed. “Once, he was dreaming about Lavender Brown, sort of how you were dreaming of Malfoy.

“You were dreaming of Malfoy?” an angry voice from the door. Jillian and Ginny turned around and saw Ron at the door.

Ginny scowled, “Don’t you knock?”

“Nice to see you too Ron,” Jillian said with exasperation.

“Why in the bloody well would you be dreaming of Malfoy? Has be been bothering you Ginny?”

“No, Ron, nothing like that. I was just dreaming about beating him at Quiddich this year.”

“Oh, okay,” Ron eyed her suspiciously. Then he turned to Jillian, smiled and hugged her. “How is the Jilly Bean?”

Jillian could help but laugh. “Where in heaven’s name did you two come up with that ridiculous nickname?”

“It fits,” Ron defended. “Gin Gin, and Jilly Bean, the two best friends.”

Jillian just smiled and looked up at Ron, which was a considerable height. With Ron being 6’2’’, he stood more than a foot taller than her.

“Ron,” came Hermione’s voice from the door, “I need you for the prefect meeting. You can come back later after you have changed, I’m sure the girls can spare a few minutes without your company.”

Hermione had been elected Head Girl this year. Harry was very proud of her, but he appreciated the private room she gets all to herself this year even more.

“So, who is our Head Boy, I was sure it was going to be Harry,” Jillian asked.

Ron grumbled, “Draco bloody Malfoy was chosen as Head Boy, he is second in our class, almost tied with Hermione.”

Jillian looked at Ron with a raised eyebrow. “Are you jealous?”

Ron scowled at her, “No, I just wanted someone other than Malfoy as out Head Boy. You’d think Dumbledore had more sense.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons Ron,” Ginny defended.

Jillian looked between brother and sister, and felt the war about to begin. Before another word was spoken, she added, “Dumbledore always was a little eccentric, but maybe Malfoy isn’t so bad. I mean, wasn’t his father arrested this summer?”

Ron looked gleeful, “Hey, I wish I could have seen his face when they dragged him off. If anyone is worse than Draco Malfoy, it is his father.” He sighed and said, “Well, I better be off, don’t want Hermione to have a cow.”

As Ron left, Jillian and Ginny looked at each other and laughed. “Your brother is the funniest person I have ever met, well, besides from your other brothers, Fred and George.”

Ginny smiled at Jillian and just nodded.

******

When the train got into Hogwarts, Jillian, Ginny, Luna, and another sixth year girl got into a carriage and headed toward school. As they passed through the entrance hall, they sat down at the Gryffindor table and waited for the sorting to begin.

“Look at all the little first years,” said Ginny. “They seem to get smaller and smaller every year.”

“Yes well, at least your taller than the majority of them. Some of the people still think I am a first year when they see me in the halls,” Jillian sighed dramatically.

“Yeah but when the guys see your chest they know that you are older then eleven,” smirked Ginny. That had been a long standing joke between the best friends. Even though Jillian was only 4’11’’, she was still spilling out of a C cup.

“Your the same size as I am,” Jillian said indignantly.

“Yes, but I am 5 inches taller than you. I may be short, but you, my dear, are a midget,” Ginny said with a smirk.

“Yes, your brother would have to squat to kiss me,” Jillian joked. Then her smile faded when she thought about it

“Someday Jilly, I promise my brother will get his head out of his ass and see what is right in front of him.” Ginny silently wondered what she was going to do with her brother. She also had a fleeting look at the Slytherin table and glanced at Malfoy. What the hell am I going to do about him? she thought to herself.

Chapter 3

It had been a month since school started and Ginny had had enough. She couldn’t sleep. Again. She had been having these erotic dreams about none other than the head boy himself. Worse part was, that Jillian could always seem to tell when she had them. Some how or another she would stumble across them while she slept.

Ginny had to admit to herself that having a friend who could read other people’s dreams was a little disconcerting. Jillian was her best friend, and she was glad she had someone to talk to, but she didn’t want her sexual fantacies publisized either.

Sighing to herself, she rolled over and tried to get some sleep.

*****
When Ginny finally woke up the next morning, she felt like hell. She did her morning ritual in the bathroom- (thank god her only roommates were Jillian and Luna), got dressed, and went down to breakfast.

After laying awake almost all night, and then having your sleep interrupted by erotic dreams, again, was making her irritable. “What the hell am I going to do?”, she mumbled to herself.

“What the hell are you going to do about what,” Jillian’s chipper voice sounded behind her. “You’ve been really grouchy lately. Are you still having those dreams?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “And they are getting alot more detailed. Can’t you tell?”

“Actually, I haven’t stumbled into your dreams for a couple of weeks now,” Jillian stated matter of factly. “I have been having dreams of my own making, thank you.”

“Sorry,” Ginny sighed. “I really need to get some sleep.”

“Or get laid.” Jillian said with a smirk. “You could use a good romp under the sheets. Especially with Malfoy.”

“Well, I’d be happy to oblige, but some how I don’t think Weasel and Potter would appretiate me screwing little red,” a voice sounded behind them.

“Oh god,” Ginny’s eyes went wide as she turned around. She saw a hard, muscled chest with a Slytherin crest on it. When she looked up, she saw Draco Malfoy standing there, his hair perfect, and a wide smirk on his face.

“Wh- Wh- What do you want? Why were you standing behind us” Ginny asked a little breathless. Then all of a sudden her eyes narrowed. “And what the hell do you mean, ‘ you’d be happy to oblige’ ”.

“Just what you think it means, Red. And I was standing behind you because Dumbledore wants to see us,” he said letting the smirk drop and letting a smoldering look come into his eyes.

Jillian could almost feel the heat between them and decided to break up the little pow wow, as Ron started to approach. “Great. Ginny, you go with Malfoy and see Dumbledore, I will tell Snape where you are, and you can meet me in class later.”

“Why the hell are you looking at my sister that way, Malfoy? You heard what Hermione said, get her and get to Dumbledore’s office,” Ron came up glaring at him.

“Cool your jets Weasel, and as I recall, Dumbledore wants you in his office too. What did you do, bang another blonde last night and get caught?” he asked as the smirked returned.

Hurt flashed in Jillian’s eyes for a second, that made Ron do a double take. However, when he looked at her again, she had a cool, unreadable expression on her face. “No, he sent me to get Jillian. And what about you Malfoy? You have fucked the entire Slytherin and almost all the Ravenclaw girl population. I’m sure Snape has caught you with a blonde or two before, you just don’t get in trouble for it,” Ron smirked back at him.

“Yes, but mine always beg to come back, yours on the other hand, get it once, and never bother to come back. And if I have gone through Slytherin and Ravenclaw, you have gone through Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.” Draco parried back.

Ron was about to lunge and Malfoy. “Boys,” Ginny yelled. “I don’t care who fucked whom, or which house they came from. We need to get to Professor Dumbledore’s office. Now.” Her eyes flashed and she stepped between them “You have both made your point, you each like to carve notches in your bedposts. I find it equally disgusting and stupid, but that is just my opinion. Lets go before we all get into trouble.”

Draco and Ron glared at each other, but kept silent. They walked to Dumbledore’s office, and went inside. Draco went next to Ginny, while Jillian sat down with Ron behind her. Harry and Hermione were already there looking at each other lovingly, tenderly.

Hermione smiled up at him, as he leaned down to kiss her. “love you” he whispered to her.

“Oh thanks disgusting,” Ron blanched. “Why do you have to kiss her in front of us?”

Hermione glanced at him and scowled, “To grose you out Ronald, now, shut up and close the door. We are waiting for the Professor,” she snapped, turning back to Harry.

Just as she finish, Dumbledore walked in. He looked older, more worried, and sad. The rise of Voldemort had been hard on him as well as the Ministry. “Harry, Hermione, thank you for gathering everyone. Please, sit.” With a wave of his hand some extra chairs appeared. “Now, I know you all are wondering why I have brought you together. I need your help.”