Once her foot step back onto the ground in the camp Malfoy was there to greet her. She tried to avoid him as she shouldered her broom and made way back to her tent. He isn't about to let that happen though. Every move she made he matched it, blocking her way. She bit down her frustration and didn't let him onto it.
"Weasley," he hissed hating to be ignored. Still she remained tightlipped.
"Dammit Weasley! You will not leave my camp again!"
"Whatever," she whispered to herself and brushed past him.
He can demand whatever in the hell he wants. If Hermione doesn't come through then it'll only be a few more days of him screeching 'Weasley' at her. Then if she does get Jocelyn out of the camp she can tell the newest fake of divination what she really thinks about her.
"Weasley!"
She walked swiftly to her tent and fell onto bed next to Casey. The blonde tried a weak smile as she knew any moment Draco would come bursting in. Still Ginny buried her face into the pillow after throwing her broom somewhere across the room.
"Make him go away. Please," Ginny mumbled.
"Weasley," Draco yelled entering not two seconds later after her plea. "Get your ass up now! Casey get out!"
"Yes sir," she said quickly and jumped to her feet. As she was about to make a hasty retreat Ginny caught her around the wrist.
"Do not order her around Malfoy!" Ginny sat up and glared at the furious blonde. "She is under my command. Not yours!"
"She is in my camp Weasley and therefore under my command. Now get out Casey!" The red head stood up and pushed Casey behind her.
"Stop yelling at her!"
"Why Weasley? You think the little girl might actually respect you more than me?" He smirked. "She may be under your so called command but she jumps for me."
"Oh what a sign of respect," she mocked.
"Get this now. I am in charge!"
"And when have I ever argued with that? You go over my head. I don't go over yours."
"You left camp," he hissed. Her jaw clenched tightly at his possessiveness of everything. His jaw was ticking as well.
"I don't like your new flavor of the fuck!"
He nearly stumbled back a step. Never before has he had any girlfriends or flavors at the camp. He hasn't done that since school, and he's been out nearly eight years now. She has no right to make any accusations. It was her that had the boyfriend at the camp. He's never had anyone. Not even last night with Jocelyn hands all over his body and her mouth on his neck did he have her.
"What?" he asked barely audible.
"You heard me! I don't appreciate your relationship with her. First she comes here and snaps at nearly everyone. Then she tried and take everything from me. Everything!"
He frowned not sure where to go with it now. Just a second ago she had seemed furious. That he could deal with. Now she looks vulnerable. He can't deal with a vulnerable Weasley. He can't!
"Wait," she cried at his retreating form. "Where are you going? I have a problem. You're supposed to listen." He stopped and didn't face her. With his back facing her he shook his head.
"No I don't. That's a boyfriend's job Weasley. Last time I checked you were barely even a girl. So I don't fit the bill." She was so mad she felt tears coming to her eyes.
"You're such an ass Draco!"
He winced as she shoved past him and back out of the tent. Casey is in the same spot, she had been forced to by Ginny, with her mouth hanging open. Never before has the two referred to each other by their first names. It's always been on a last name basis. Weasley and Malfoy. She just broke the cardinal rule. She had just called him Draco. No one else that used to know the old Draco at Hogwarts call him by anything other than his surname. Even Potter and Granger who are on friendly terms with him don't call him anything other than Malfoy. Ginny had just...the two blondes in the tent couldn't move from bewilderment.
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"Jocelyn don't," Draco muttered pushing her hands off of his chest. He's still confused. What makes matters worse is that Ginny has left again. She took off again and this time she hadn't gone to Potter and Granger.
"Draco," she whined. "You didn't say that last night." He groaned softy and plopped down on his bed. Last night had been a different story. Of course he hadn't said no. Why would I have, he thought. A woman practically throws herself at my feet. Not only a very attractive woman but one that has influence over others. He finds power in women incredibly sexy. Not to mention she looks just like Ginny.
His eyes shot open at that thought. He hadn't just thought that did he?! Oh my god, he screamed in his head. I do not find Weasley attraction! There is no way in hell I find her sexy either! Not even when her face is all flushed and she's on a roll after a fight cutting me down with her wit. Oh my god! I don't not like her.
"Draco?" Jocelyn called again setting herself on the bed next to him. He barely lifted his head to look at her. Slowly he drank in her features and groaned deeply in the back of his throat. She does, he screamed to himself. Jocelyn look so much like Virginia!
"Hmm?" he muttered drawn to her full red mouth.
"You look stressed. I know how to relieve you." He turned onto his back and pulled her down on top of him. Knowing it was demented and a little sick he allowed Jocelyn to do what she advertised she could. Not once, though, did he think about the other redhead. Okay, maybe just a little. Or a lot if you want to get technical.