There is a fine line between dreams and reality, it's up to you to draw it.-B. Quilliam
Draco continued up the hill with Goyle and Zabini flanking him. They had just taken a very silent walk around the lake to let Zabini cool off and were now on their way past Hagrid’s hut. Zabini and Warrington had just gotten into another very dangerous confrontation in the Slytherin common room and this time Warrington had threatened the little Ravenclaw blonde Zabini was so protective of.
“If I see him near her I’ll stuff that wand of his down his throat,” Zabini growled.
Draco smirked, keeping his eyes ahead of him to make sure they were not crossed by any unpleasant company. He found Zabini’s affection for the girl rather humors, mostly because he highly doubted, until recently, that the girl even knew that Zabini existed.
She probably hasn’t realized that she’s started to attract quite a bit of attention from the male community at Hogwarts, Draco thought, his smirk widening.
“I’m not sure Snape would appreciate having to explain that to Dumbledore, no matter how much he hates Warrington,” he drawled.
“I don’t care what Snape thinks. That little shit touches her and I’ll make him wish he’d been born a girl.”
Goyle snickered and Draco sighed. They had just passed Hagrid’s hut when a small group of Gryffindor girls appeared from the woods, obviously coming from the woods where classes had just ended.
His mind immediately went back to the redhead who he had not seen since his dream. That had been almost a week ago. Now images of her filled his mind as he spoke.
“What is it with you and that Ravenclaw? She’s the most unusual thing that’s ever had the misfortune to become friends with Potter,” he said, shoving his fists into his robes as he strode along.
Zabini shrugged but didn’t reply. Instead he continued to walk. He had no interest in explaining himself to Draco if Draco had no interest discussing his fascination with Weasley’s little sister.
“Hello Draco,” one of the Gryffindor girls greeted. One of her friends nudged her and whispered, “You shouldn’t talk to him. He’s dangerous.”
Goyle overheard and grinned.
“They have no idea,” he said. Zabini smiled as well as the girls hurried ahead, glancing back occasionally to catch a glimpse of Slytherin’s Prince.
Suddenly, Draco wanted to be alone. He didn’t know where it had come from, but he wanted to left alone to his thoughts, which had suddenly turned to a small redhead he had promised himself he would never think about.
“I’ll see you two later,” he said, clearly wanting them gone. Zabini shot Draco a curious look, knowing that the moment Draco wanted to be alone he was usually thinking about one of four things. Rayne. His father. Harry Potter. Or Ginny Weasley. Blaise just hoped that what ever the Slytherin was thinking didn’t involve the small redheaded Gryffindor.
The two left quickly, leaving Draco to his thoughts as he started off towards the lake again. He needed to clear his mind of all things Weasley before going back to the castle. He didn’t need to be distracted by asinine thoughts of the redhead.
When he reached the lake, he was immediately greeted by the irritating silence that accompanied him where ever he went. It was as if the small animals knew of Draco’s unstable disposition and decided against showing themselves lest he take his mounting frustrations on one of them.
As he strolled by the lake, he caught sight of the giant gamekeeper and the Golden Trio on the opposite side of the lake. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as they conversed by the lake. He rolled his eyes as he continued to stroll past the line of trees that bordered the Forbidden Forest.
“What are you doing here?”
Draco turned around to see Ginny standing there, her bag on one shoulder and two rather large books in the other. She didn’t look too happy to see him there.
“I believe I’m within my right to be here,” he replied, his eyes roaming over her quickly before looking up at the sky with mild interest. Ginny shifted her weight to one leg.
“You always struck me as the type to torture small animals in the confines of your little dungeon sanctuary rather than enjoy nature,” she commented, carefully distancing herself from him.
Draco rolled his eyes.
“Torturing small animals is in the firstie handbook, Weasley. I think I’ve moved up from that level,” he replied disdainfully. He then looked her up and down again, as if trying to judge her. “I should ask you what you’re doing here. Don’t you know that Slytherins are dangerous to be around, especially at this time?”
Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.
“Lots of talk for one willing to jump into a lake full of ravenous little monsters to save a Gryffindor,” she shot back. She saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes before a sneer appeared.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Weasley. Perhaps you should reconsider spending time with Potter. I think he’s started to get you to make unrealistic accusations,” he growled, turning to leave. Ginny steeled herself up for what would come as she spoke the next words.
“Well, then. I suppose you wouldn’t mind me telling Potter about that little girl in the Shrieking Shack since it obviously couldn’t be true.”
She didn’t have time to react before Draco had her up against a tree, his long pale fingers curled menacingly around her throat. His stormy grey eyes were blazing as he glared at her.
“Go ahead, Weasley. I’ll make sure you and him get to be roommates in the Permanent ward at St. Mungos,” he growled.
“Let go of me!” Ginny screamed, trying to pry his fingers away from her, but he only squeezed harder. Her books and bag fell with a thud to the grassy earth, unnoticed.
“Scream one more time, Weasley,” he warned. “Scream just one more time.”
Ginny glared right back at him.
“The last time I screamed you knocked me down into the mud!”
Before he realized what he was saying he heard himself say, “You were going to get us both killed.”
Ginny’s eyes grew in surprise and she felt his grip lessen when he finally realized what he had just said. For a moment Draco just stared at her, at a loss for words then suddenly her hand connected with his face.
“What the hell?!”
Ginny hit him again in the chest, glaring daggers at him.
“The next time you decide to kiss me, don’t!” she snapped, hitting him repeatedly. “You… insufferable… presumptuous… overzealous… egotistical… rat… bastard!” She accentuated each word with a blow to the chest.
Draco snatched both of her wrists in his hands and slammed them above her head. He moved closer to her to be sure that she could not escape.
“Let go!” she shouted, trying to wiggle free but that only made him move closer to her. “Let go!”
Draco had to admit, underneath it all, the girl had a lot of fire boiling. But he wasn’t about to allow her to release it all on him. He didn’t need a headache.
“Stop moving!” he hissed.
“Let go of me!” she cried.
He rolled his eyes and let out a suffering sigh. He decided to change tactics.
“You know Weasley, this whole thing would go by a lot faster if you only cooperated,” he said, looking down into her angry brown eyes. She continued to try to get free and it was only then Draco realized how close they actually were.
“My life would probably a lot better if those things had chewed you apart,” she retorted, realizing the same thing. She saw the realization flash in his eyes and then something else appear. The same contemplation that had been in his eyes before he had kissed her.
“Shut up, Weasley,” he growled.
“Bite me,” she snapped, making one last ditch attempt to get free. Draco’s eyes ran over her face before they landed on her lips.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Those were the last words that ran through his mind before he captured her lips in his with a searing kiss. Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise before they closed, her body succumbing to the elating feeling of the kiss as Draco released her hands so that his own could once again explore her, his need to feel her on his fingertips overpowering him. Her hands in turn fell to his arms, gripping them tightly as she pulled him closer to her, the feel of his well built body doing things to her that she would rather not analyze but enjoy. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to whoever invented Quiddich.
She felt herself drowning in the whirlwind that was building around them. His touch was bringing forbidden thoughts to her mind, but for some reason she found herself not caring.
Her scent, her taste, her feel, everything was like a drug to him that he couldn’t get enough of. He ran his hands down her body, taking in the way it curved and dipped beautifully.
Draco smiled into her lips when he felt her shudder under his touch, her reaction amusing him. Bringing his lips away from hers, he dipped his head down to her neck. Ginny gasped at the action but shivered again as he sucked and kissed her fiercely, holding her close to him as he did. She felt one of his hands travel down past her hip to her thigh where he took hold of her leg and pulled it up to his side, pulling her impossibly closer at the same time. The hand that held her leg began to massage it tantalizingly, making Ginny whimper in protest, her grip on his arms tightening even further. He growled a warning, biting down hard on her soft luscious skin as he tried to assert dominance. Ginny yielded almost instantly, her body reacting with his perfectly.
This was what Draco had always wanted. A girl who didn’t feel the need to fight him physically, but instead submitted to him as he needed. Yet, he could still hear the desperation to flee in her voice and could tell that he was overwhelming her by the way her chest heaved at his ministrations.
Why did it have to be a Weasley?
Every other girl he had ever been with had gotten it into their heads that the only thing Draco Malfoy wanted in a girl was an aggressive nature to match his own dominating behavior. Each snog had been a fight and every shag had been a war Draco had eventually won.
That wasn’t what he had wanted.
He didn’t want to have to think about having to fight his way through a kiss every time he brought a girl to his private room. All Draco wanted was the pleasure of having been able to explore freely, taking his time with every inch of the girl’s body before finally satisfying himself.
Unfortunately, the only girl who had managed to completely plant herself under Draco’s skin was the one girl, besides Granger, that he wanted to despise most of all. Yet, all he could think about was how unbelievably amazing she felt and how much he wanted more of that feeling. More of her…
He quickly shoved that thought to the back of his mind as he unclasped the clip of her school robes with one hand and reached up with both to shove them off her shoulders. He pulled away from her to take in the simple white blouse and Gryffindor skirt that graced her pale yet utterly gorgeous body. He watched as her chest moved up and down quickly, trying desperately to regain the air Draco had removed with a single touch.
These were the thoughts that would get him killed if he continued to let them enter his head, nevertheless, upon taking in her tousled hair, swollen lips, slender neck and frightened brown eyes, the suicidal thoughts continued to bombard him as he ran a hand down her neck to rest on the patch of skin that was beginning to bruise.
She watched him silently, afraid that if she spoke now he would hurt her for doing so.
Ginny had never been so confused and excited in her life.
Draco had brought about feelings within her that she had promised herself she would never have for the likes of him. The way he touched her and the way he treated her were such a major contradiction that she didn’t know which side of Draco Malfoy to trust anymore.
He was an enigma. Everyone thought so. His moods were so unpredictable and his actions even worse that no one could completely judge his character. The young man that sneered at you was definitely not the young man who had just kissed her senseless.
She watched him continue to study her neck, where she could feel a bruise start form. Ginny could feel his cool fingers curl around her throat, applying only slight pressure, and for a moment his eyes met hers. Then the next instant he seemed to be staring past her.
“You need to go,” he whispered.
Frowning, Ginny looked over her shoulder and gasped.
The bushy haired Gryffindor was staring at them with the astonishment befitting one who might have just caught Voldemort dancing suggestively around the Ministry of Magic in pink frilly knickers. Draco cringed at the thought.
For a moment the three just stared at each other and then Hermione, being the second to recover (Draco just didn’t feel like moving), turned and vanished around the large block of trees.
“Ron! Harry! What is that?”
Ginny nearly died right there. If her brother saw her with Draco, blood would spill and in the present state that she was in, she wasn’t necessarily sure that she would be cheering on her brother.
Draco, who had a feeling that Granger was trying to buy time for at least one of them to escape, wasn’t about to let Ginny be the one to stay. If he left her here, half of Hogwarts would probably know by dinner. He couldn’t have that.
He quickly moved around, grabbing up her books, robe and her bag before shoving them into her hand.
“You need to go,” he said again, glancing continuously back at the area in which Hermione had disappeared. She wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. Ginny didn’t seem to like the idea of leaving him here with her brother.
“Go, Weasley,” he growled, meeting her eyes with his. She could see his need for her to disappear and knew that there was no way of persuading him otherwise. However, before she left, she couldn’t help but catch his lips in one quick heated kiss before she vanished through the bushes. It wasn’t a moment too soon.
When Draco turned around, his face was emotionless and there was no other visible sign trace that Hermione could find of what had just happened.
He was very good.
Harry had been the one to spot the Slytherin when they had rounded the corner, but it was Ron who seemed to have the need to question the blonde.
“What are you doing out here? Torturing small animals?”
Draco smirked at the question, mentally noting the painful similarities Ginny had the misfortune to share with the tall fool before him. The same determined brown eyes, bright red hair and freckled skin were among the many that Draco found immediately.
“I believe I’ve moved up from small animals to large primates such as you, Weasley,” Draco drawled coldly, giving each of them a healthy glare before he began to move off towards the castle.
“You won’t be saying that tomorrow morning,” Ron snapped but before he could follow after Draco, Hermione grabbed his arm and shook her head.
“Ron, don’t. You’ll only get in trouble,” she whispered, though it was loud enough for Draco to hear. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips as he heard Ron tell Hermione that now was not the time for her to be butting in.
“Don’t worry about tomorrow morning, Weasley,” Draco said, stopping to look over his shoulder. “By the end of the game, I’ll have the Snitch and Potter there will be flat on his arse.”
“Not bloody likely,” Harry muttered.
Hermione however knew that it was absolutely pointless standing here. Her mind was bombarded by images of Malfoy and Ginny, staring at each other like… well… she was afraid that if she called it like it was, then it would become reality.
So instead, she grabbed Harry and Ron by the arm and began to pull them up the hill.
“Honestly, boys. You three haven’t grown up at all,” she snapped before glancing up at Ron. “I think we should check on your sister, Ron. She looked a bit unwell this morning and I’ve hoped that she hasn’t fallen ill.” As she said this she cast a questioning look on Draco, who watched them pass with disdain, before they disappeared behind the bushes.
“Blood hell,” Draco growled, running a hand through his hair. Everything about his snog with Ginny was simultaneously irritating him and intriguing him.
Was it possible that the littlest Weasley could bring so much out of the cold, ruthless Slytherin Prince?
He took deep breath, trying to clear his mind of all things Weasley, but the lingering tingle of her on his lips and the cinnamon scent left on his robes only heightened his awareness of his ever depleting condition.
He cursed himself and started off for the castle.
A/N: Bloody hell, indeed! Things are just getting very interesting!
“Oh no,” Hermione whispered, snapping Ginny out of her revere.
“You… you don’t… you don’t like him do you?” Hermione asked.