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Ginny noticed that certain boys who normally ignored her completely, or occasionally leered at her, were now keeping a very polite distance from her. After a while, she also noticed that most of these males were from a certain house. She began to have a sneaking suspicion about the lovely hair barrette that Draco had given to her. Apparently, Draco was marking his territory.
As she went about her day, she figured this was probably a good thing. He was letting other boys know to stay away from her. She would rather he made their relationship known, but it was still early yet. He had basically just admitted that they had a relationship.
At lunchtime, Hermione sat next to her in the Great Hall and said, “Have you observed the power of your barrette?”
Ginny smiled and nodded. “Yes, apparently it tells other Alpha dogs to stay away from me. I am trying not to feel like a fire hydrant that’s been peed on.”
Chuckling, Hermione poured herself some juice. “I understand what you are saying, but I think you should feel flattered. Members of that house don’t often make such an effort.”
Ginny looked across the Hall at the Slytherin table; she noticed that only Draco and Blaise seemed to look her way. She raised her eyebrows at Draco, and he smirked at her. When she looked back at Hermione she found her choking. “Hermione, are you ok?”
Hermione coughed and sputtered before she regained enough of her voice to whisper, “Malfoy, you’re seeing Malfoy?”
Ginny’s mouth fell open, and then a light dawned for her as well. “Wait a minute, how could you be sure it wasn’t Zabini, unless...”
Ron sat down with a thump and startled both girls. “Hey, what’s up?”
The girls exchanged furtive glances before replying in unison, “Not much.”
Ron smiled as he filled his plate. “Yeah, nothing much ever goes on around here.”
Ginny snorted and Ron looked up. She covered her mistake as a sneeze. “Excuse me.”
“Bless you,” muttered Hermione. Both girls sat and watched Ron inhale a large amount of food.
Ginny pushed back from the table. “Well, I couldn’t eat another bite. How about you, Hermione? Are you done?”
Hermione nodded. “I am as a matter of fact. I’ll walk with you.”
Ron waved as both girls got up. Ginny and Hermione calmly walked out of the lunchroom together. Once they were in Hermione’s room, Ginny asked, “You’re dating Zabini?”
Hermione smiled and sighed. “Yes, I am.”
“I want details,” Ginny demanded.
“Well, it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise. We both spend a lot of time in the library. He’s very smart. We were assigned to be partners on a project in Transfiguration, and he kissed me one night when we were working together.”
Ginny smiled at the obvious look of happiness on her friends face. “Well, why are you hiding it?”
“Well, I don’t know. I know Harry defeated Voldemort at the end of last year, but it still seems like house boundaries separate people.”
Ginny nodded. “I know what you mean. No one expected Harry to take Voldemort down like that. Then, it was just back to life as usual. It’s amazing how we all act like it never happened. Poor Harry, he has never been the same. I felt bad when he came back after the summer, and there was nothing left between us, but he felt it too. I think he just wanted someone to hold onto before the big fight. Sometimes I wonder if Harry is gay.”
Hermione frowned. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, I mean he kissed me, but he didn’t really try anything else. It’s not like there is a lot for dating couples to do around this castle except snog. I practically had to threaten to hex Dean to keep his hands to himself in the first week alone.”
Hermione chuckled. “If I remember a certain incident in a broom closet, you must have stopped threatening hexes.”
Ginny stuck her tongue out at Hermione. “I waited three months. I’m rather proud of that. Anyway, back to Harry. Sometimes, I think he is a bit lost. He hasn’t asked anyone else out. Over the summer, I thought I noticed something going on between him and Percy.”
Hermione thought a moment. “I don’t know. He liked Cho before you; maybe he is having a secret relationship too. Speaking of which, how in the heck did you end up with the King of Snarkiness?”
Ginny laughed. “I like that name. I’ll have to use it sometime. All right, here goes. It’s a complicated story. Do you remember when we came back to school this year, and Ron was just driving me insane?”
“You’ll have to be more specific,” Hermione responded dryly.
“Ron kept trying to tell me how to do everything. He told me to cut my hair. He told me to wear baggier clothes. It was like he was trying to hide the fact that I was a girl.
“I remember that. He was ticked off because he overheard some Ravenclaw boys say that you were shaggable.”
“Really? Well one night I got in a huge row with him and I stormed off to do Prefect Duty. Malfoy happened to be on duty that same night. I met up with him when I was doing rounds, and he tried to bait me into an argument. I remember thinking that it was too bad that he was such a prat, because he looked so good.”
****** Flashback 8 months******
“Come on Weasley, you’re normally a lot more entertaining than this,” Draco drawled as he smirked at her.
Ginny sighed. “Sorry, Ferret. I’m much too angry at my brother to be bothered with you right now.”
“Really? What did he do?”
Ginny looked at Draco warily. He had come to lean up against the wall that she was slumped against. “I find it hard to believe that you care.”
Draco shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m bored. I’ve rousted three couples from empty classrooms, and I’m bored. Tell me about your pathetic life. I might find it amusing.”
Ginny turned to face Draco and gave him her best glare. “No wonder my brother still insists you are a prat.”
“Yes, I know, your entire family loves me. Now, tell me what the fight was about.”
Ginny inhaled to make a dramatic sigh, and all she could think about was that Draco smelled really good. Shaking her head at the insane thought, she told him about the fight.
“It’s like he doesn’t realize that I’m seventeen years old. He still talks to me like I’m five. He keeps trying to run my life, and that makes me want to do something just to tick him off. Before you say it, I know that is immature. I’m just preoccupied with coming up with something to do that would.....make his head explode.”
Draco looked at Ginny’s mouth while she spoke. The sprinkling of freckles that were just above her top lip fascinated him. He was listening to her rant about her brother, but he was also formulating a plan. “To sum up. You want to do something that would make your brother crazy.”
Ginny looked at Draco in surprise. He had actually been listening. “Yes, that’s it. Since you are a conniving Slytherin, maybe you could help me think of something to do.”
Draco smiled. This was almost too easy. “I have a plan.”
“What?” Ginny asked, not sure what to make of the amused look in his eyes.
“I think you should kiss me.” Draco responded in all seriousness.
Ginny just looked at him. “Excuse me?”
“I think you should kiss me. Your brother hates me. If you told him you kissed me, it would make him angry.”
Ginny looked at Draco. “This is a trick, right? If I try to kiss you, you’ll move away and laugh at me.”
Draco shrugged as if he didn’t have much invested in this concept. “Well, if you’re scared....”
Ginny felt like she was being played, but she couldn’t deny that fact that kissing Draco held some appeal. Ron would be furious, and she would actually get to kiss Draco Malfoy. It seemed like an ideal solution.
“All right, I’ll kiss you, but not out here in the hall.”
Draco smirked as he followed Ginny into a dark classroom. She walked in and stared around the room. Finally, she stopped by a table and leaned against it. “I feel utterly ridiculous,” she admitted.
“Why? You’ve kissed people before.”
Ginny sat on the table and smiled. “Actually, people have kissed me before. I’ve never actually initiated a kiss, maybe you should just kiss me.”
Draco smirked as he walked towards Ginny. He sat down next to her on the table. Ginny tried to appear casual as he leaned in towards her. When his lips brushed against hers, she sighed. When he nipped at her bottom lip, she opened her mouth and let his tongue caress hers.
The kiss started out sweet, and just when she thought it was almost over, he kissed his way down her neck. A small part of her brain sent up a cry of alarm, but she was sure this was just a bit of snogging. When his teeth raked over a sensitive spot on her neck, she was embarrassed at the moan that escaped her lips. Draco seemed to take this as encouragement, and he bit her shoulder. The noise she made at that point was almost scary. After that, things seemed to happen in a flash.
One minute they were snogging, then it seemed like articles of clothing were going missing of their own accord. It wasn’t until they were poised on the brink of joining together that Draco stopped to talk to her. He asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” seemed to be the only response she was capable of making at that time. Soon after, Ginny felt like waves were crashing through her body, and then she was aware of Draco collapsed on top of her. Realizing what she had just done, she started to laugh.
Draco rose up on one arm and looked at her. She bit her lip to keep from chuckling. Clearing her throat, she smiled. “I’m sorry. The absurdity of the situation just struck me as funny. Not, that I regret it or anything. It’s just that I’m not quite sure how this happened.”
Draco looked at the amused expression on the practically naked redhead beneath him. She was actually attempting to carry on a conversation with him, and she probably had no idea how sexy she looked. Trying to redirect blood flow towards his brain, he closed his eyes and replied, “You asked me to kiss you.”
Ginny nodded. “I remember that part. I do not remember saying, have your way with me, on a table.”
Draco chuckled. “No, but you did make that moaning sound when I bit your neck, which I translated to, have your way with me on a table.”
“That was completely involuntary,” Ginny protested as she blushed. “I don’t think I’ve ever made that noise before.”
Draco gave her a speculative look and she shrugged. “I guess I could ask Dean. He’d be the person that would know.”
“Are you saying that he’d be the only other person who would know?”
“Yes, despite immediate evidence to the contrary, I don’t normally run around shagging people in classrooms.”
For some reason, this bit of information made Draco smile. Leaning down he kissed Ginny, and then worked his way over to her neck to see if he could make her produce that moaning sound again.
Later, when Ginny was replacing her knickers which she found hanging from a light fixture, she mentioned something that was bothering her. “Draco, I hope you’ll keep this incident to yourself?”
Draco smirked at her. “If you’ve noticed, I’m not the one that goes around talking about my liasons. It’s normally the girl that is involved who tells her friends, and they tell other people.”
Ginny finished getting dressed and turned to find Draco studying her. “Are you going to tell your brother?”
Ginny tilted her head to the side. “I don’t think I am.” She walked past Draco and smiled at him from the doorway. “If I told him, he’d probably kill you. That would be shame, because then we couldn’t do this again.”
Draco watched as Ginny winked at him, and walked out of the classroom. He suddenly realized that he was going to have to get a hold of the Prefect schedule and make sure that he was scheduled on the same night as Ginny Weasley, as often as possible.
*****Back to Present****
Ginny stopped speaking and looked at the disbelieving expression on Hermione’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Hermione rubbed her forehead. “I was expecting some tale of stolen kisses, and romantic interludes, not a story about how you shagged him on a table during Prefect duty.”
Ginny shrugged. “He is not the most romantic guy. At least he didn’t used to be. Things have gotten much better lately. I think he really likes me now.”
Hermione tried to bite her tongue, but it didn’t work. “You mean, up until recently, he was being mean to you?”
“He wasn’t being mean. He would just act snarky or indifferent. I kept seeing little signs that he cared, but he just didn’t want to admit it. Now, I have a barrette that shows he cares.”
Hermione sighed. “I guess you’re right. I just can’t believe you shagged him on a table.”
Ginny chuckled. “You should try it with Blaise sometimes. You have to watch out for splinters, but it’s worth it.”
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