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I'm sorry I didn't write a little blurby thingy for my lurvely third chapter. What I meant to write in that one was: thank you reviewers! I feel very famous : D
Just FYI, I'm thinking about a sequel…someone plz tell me after I've posted Chapter 7 (last chapter) if that's a good idea…
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Chapter Four
Ginny couldn't remember ever having been so happy in her life. Even when she was with Harry paled in comparison to this. Just knowing that the immense crush that she had harbored for Draco Malfoy over the past few weeks was returned filled her with a bubbly, ecstatic feeling that she couldn't name. When she was with him, it was all she could do to stop herself from jumping for joy like a little girl.
And she had detested him until this year!
It made her head spin.
The unfortunate side effect of having Draco as a boyfriend, even more than having him as a friend, was that she spent so much time daydreaming in her classes that she was only passing because of Hermione. The two had rebuilt their friendship, and Ginny was even speaking to Harry. She didn't see Ron around much, though.
One day she asked Hermione about this. She giggled. "Didn't you know? Ron's going out with Luna now. Apparently, he spends all his free time sneaking out to Ravenclaw Tower to meet her and snog. Ha, ha, Ron snogging someone!" Hermione laughed at the thought.
"Ick! Ick, ick, ick! That's my brother you're talking about!" Ginny said disgustedly. "I can't believe he didn't tell me he was going out with Luna."
"Wait, he really didn't tell you? When was the last time you saw him?"
Ginny thought. "I haven't really talked to him since Harry and I broke up in September.
Hermione looked shocked. "September was two months ago!" It was late November by now. Christmas vacation would start in a few days.
Ginny looked into the common room fire and sighed. "I know, I've just been busy lately…" …with Draco, she finished the sentence in her mind.
"Lessons?" asked Hermione sympathetically.
"You could say that," replied Ginny enigmatically.
Harry suddenly appeared over Hermione's shoulder. He kissed his girlfriend on the cheek. "How's it going, Ginny?" he asked his ex politely.
"Fine, Hair-Bear," she said, teasingly using Hermione's nickname for him.
He rolled his eyes in a very Draco-like gesture. Ginny started. "Oh, crap! I forgot …my-er-books in, uh, the library!" She had forgotten that it was Tuesday. She always met Draco in their secret room on Tuesdays.
She started for the portrait hole. "Wait!" Hermione called after her, while Harry was kissing her neck, "It's after hours! You can get them tomorr-"
Then Ginny slammed the portrait hole and Hermione's voice was shut out.
After a couple minutes of sprinting silently through the empty halls, she reached the tapestry and the niche with the bust. She fell through the secret door to see Draco, sitting there like he always did. His tie hung loose around his next, his woolen winter sweater having been discarded.
"Hello, Gin. How's the school look at night. Any different?"
She glared at his slightly smug face. "I got held up by Hermione, okay?"
"Hey, hey, didn't want you getting all snippy on me. I've been waiting." He spread his arms. She settled herself down in his lap, still breathing a bit heavily from her run. She fit perfectly.
"Did you know Ron's going out with Luna?" she asked him, tracing the veins on the inside of his wrist and grinning smugly when he shivered.
"Ickle Ronnikins and Loony Lovegood? Really?" he asked, brushing his lips along the collarbone exposed by her school shirt. Now it was her turn to shiver.
"Don't call her Loony," she said weakly as he commenced to kiss her hair.
"Sorry, Gin. I forgot you don't like that."
She wanted him so badly, it made her feeble. Ginny grabbed the ends of Draco's tie, using it to pull him to her so that they were face-to-face. "Oh, just kiss me, you fool."
Then she pulled him on top of her using that adorable tie and she couldn't even think any more.
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Awhile later (they weren't entirely sure how long) they surfaced. Draco's shirt was unbuttoned, and Ginny was using his chest as a pillow. He was stroking her hair.
She smiled. She was so happy…just…so…
Draco was still stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep. The blond boy watched his girlfriend breathe. She was so beautiful, it nearly made him cry. He had gone so long wanting her to want him. It was like a dream.
He propped himself up on a silvery pillow. "Can't you see, Gin?" he whispered to the sleeping girl. "I love you so much. I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
And on that note, Ginny's lover slowly began to drift off into the sweet realm of sleep. He dreamt of her.
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The morning dawned early, but they couldn't see it from inside their little room. Ginny and Draco slept through breakfast and all first period. The houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin were in their own respective uproars. The Head Boy missing! And Harry Potter's ex-girlfriend too!
The prefects were excused from their first classes to search for the missing students. Hermione searched hardest of all. She had a weird feeling that she would get blamed if Ginny was never found at all. The Head Girl searched every well-known secret passageway, every trick stair that Ginny might have gotten caught on. She even looked in a couple suits of armor. No Ginny.
But what if…what if Ginny had accidentally gotten into the room behind the bust of Gregory the Gormless last night when she was getting her books and couldn't get out? No, impossible. Nobody knew about the room except the…Head Boy!
That must be where Draco was. Hell, maybe Ginny was in there too. She found it a little hard to believe, but stranger things had happened. Poor Ginny! Trapped in a room for a night with her loathed enemy! She had to get there straightaway, before they killed each other.
Hermione sprinted to the Gregory bust and opened the secret door. Her pulse hammering in her throat, she lit her wand to see who was in there…
…and found Ginny lying on Draco's chest. They were both asleep.
Hermione let out a sharp gasp and staggered backwards in shock. Unfortunately, this knocked over a table. The loud noise woke the sleepers.
"What the-" murmured Ginny, rubbing her eyes. Then her gaze fell upon Hermione. "HERMIONE?!"
"What time izzit, Gin?" muttered Draco, still clinging on to sleep. Then his eyes met Hermione and he froze. "Shit. Granger."
The Head Girl was still staring at the two proposed "enemies." No wonder Ginny had gotten over Harry so quickly…she was a traitor! She probably laughed with the Slytherins about all the things Hermione had said around her.
"Hermione, this isn't what it looks like-" Ginny said pleadingly.
"No," said Hermione slowly, "I think I've seen enough." She turned to leave.
Draco leapt to his feet, barring the door. His shirt flapped open. Even in the moment of crisis, Ginny suddenly felt a huge appreciation for how hot her boyfriend was. "Look, Granger, we don't want this all over the school-"
The Head Girl glared at him with what was unmistakably malice in her eyes. "Too late for that, isn't it, Malfoy?"
The brown-haired girl pushed past Draco's arm to leave. "No!" yelled Ginny. "Please, no!"
Now it was Ginny's turn to get stared down. "Maybe you should have thought that before you started FUCKING MALFOY," Hermione said icily.
The redhead gaped like a fish. Her lips moved, but no words came out. When Ginny finally found her voice again, Hermione was long gone. Draco had collapsed onto a nearby couch. "The nerve of her…I can't believe…she thought…"
Draco stared up at her with those beautiful, beautiful eyes. "Can't you see?" he said hopelessly. "It's over. All over."
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