A/N: nope, don't own anything. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I now have 13!!
Darker Purpose
Ginny sighed into the kiss. It was amazing really, how good he was. She and Draco hadn't stopped snogging since they had left the Great Hall. Considering they were now in Draco's private Head Boy room, and considering Draco had been blind and otherwise occupied, that was quite and achievement.
Draco broke the kiss to mutter the password to his room. It sounded odd, Ginny thought. She didn't know much Latin, but what she could understand…
'What did that – Oh! - mean?' she asked breathlessly.
'Wha?' asked Draco. His lips were teasing the sensitive spot on her neck, just below her ear.
'The – password!' she gasped.
'Dropbear hunts knackered Bushmen.' At her silence he continued. 'My mother went to Australia once. Apparently Dropbears are these giant things that fling themselves from the trees onto unsuspecting travelers. No one would guess it, especially in Latin.'
'True.' She admitted. She slid down his thighs and entered his room.
'So this is where you live.' She said, scanning the room with her eyes. It was decked in green and silver on black. It was surprisingly cosy. For some reason the fire was already on, casting flaming patterns on the walls and ceiling.
'Ya. Home sweet home,' he said, flopping down in one of the wingbacks by the fireplace. Ginny sat gingerly into the other, before relaxing into its cushy folds.
'What have I done now?' Draco asked. She gave him a wary look.
'What do you mean?'
Draco frowned. 'My lap was good enough before.' His frown deepened when his words sunk in and she doubled over in laughter.
'You – You – you're jealous…of a CHAIR!' She wiped a couple of tears from her eyes theatrically.
'No!' he said, crossing his arms defensively. 'I…I' Ginny stared at his furiously blushing face.
'Oh come on Draco,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'You can cut the crap now. You've pissed the Trio off, and I won Gryffindor the game. Even Steven, wouldn't you say?'
'Won the game?' he murmured confusedly. 'Won the g- oh you little bitch.' He jumped up from the chair, and stalked over to her, fists clenched. He loomed over her, fit to burst, before abruptly turning and stalking away.
'Won the game. Taken in by a – Was the only reason you…kissed…me to win the game?' He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
'Of course!' She exclaimed incredulously. 'Oh my god. You're hurt, aren't you?' She stood up, and moved closer to him.
'You HYPOCRITE! You're insulted because I tricked you, when you survive on manipulation.' Incensed, Ginny took a swing at his back. 'So you can get to piss everyone off, but I don't get to play as well? Is that how it is? Huh, big boy? Huh?'
She took another swing at him, but at that moment, he turned around. Her fist collided with his nose, and he ricocheted back, blood spurting everywhere.
'By dose! By dose! Du boke by dose!!' Blood was still streaming out of his nose, running through his fingers in molten rivulets.
Oh fuck thought Ginny. Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck fuck
Fuck.
Oh and fuck it some more.
What had she done? She'd broken the King of Slytherin's nose! She'd broken the head boy's nose!
She was so screwed.
But so was he, she thought. She really should help him. And quickly too, by the looks of it.
'Uhh…Pomfrey. Now! Floo. Fireplace. Draco.'
He seemed to get her message (somehow). She grabbed the whole bag of Floo powder from its hook on the mantle, threw it in, shoved him in, and called out her destination.
They landed in the infirmary with a splat. Draco had landed on his face, and his nose was not happy. He howled in pain as the floor turned an interesting shade of red.
Ginny was panicking, frantically asking the poor boy if he was alright. It was only later she would admit to herself how stupid this had been.
At all the noise, Madame Pomfrey ran out of her office. Assessing the situation, she hit Draco upside the head, knocking him out, before grabbing her wand and levitating him onto a bed. She swept the curtain closed around the cubicle, throwing a dirty look at the red-haired red-stained girl, as if Ginny had personally set out to hurt her when she had hurt Draco.
Which was complete rubbish of course. She'd been trying to hurt Draco.
Ginny stared at the billowing curtains morosely before sitting down on a bench to wait.
She didn't have to wait long.
Only two hours later, Draco emerged looking as happy as Larry, chocolate frog in mouth. He was chatting away to Madame Pomfrey, and Ginny suspected they had been chatting for a good one and half hours.
They were all out to get her.
Draco's face fell as he caught sight of her. He bid Pomfrey goodbye, and walked out the door. He didn't look at her again.
Ginny stared after him, and was about to follow, when fingers twisted her ear. She didn't have time to cry out before a chubby hand was clamped over her mouth.
'Hurt him again, and I swear, I'll rib your bloody arms off. He's mine! Mine….my precious.'
And with that, the portly matron shoved the little redhead unceremoniously out the door.
Umm…oh bugger…what was it? Something about dropbears…dropbears…traveler…ah!
Ginny whispered the password to Draco's private quarters, and peered inside the room. She couldn't see him, but nothing moved, so she opened the door a little wider, and slipped into the room.
'Draco?' she called hesitantly. 'Draco?'
'Come to finish me off have you?' came a voice from inside the hangings of the monstrously plush bed.
Ginny went over to the bed and pushed aside the velvet curtains. Draco was lying supine on the bed. She shifted nervously. What was she going to say?
'Come to say goodbye, huh? Come to tell me you want to hook up on the day of the next game? Come to break another part of me?' He still hadn't moved.
'I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to hurt you…'
At that he cracked open an eye.
'Ok, yes, I did want to hurt you, but I didn't want to draw blood! I promise.'
'Ok. Good.' He said, closing his eye. 'You can go now,' He dismissed when she didn't move.
It occurred to Ginny that he really was hurt. Draco Malfoy. Hurt because she had dismissed him.
Maybe she had broken more than his nose.
Well, she couldn't have that, now, could she? Maybe Madam Pomfrey, the interfering cow, would come and comfort the sore boy. Ooh…if she ever encountered that witch anywhere outside school, she'd…Merlin she was jealous of an old roly-poly matron! If even Pomfrey could pull, Ginny needed to seriously work on her skills.
But back to Draco and his feelings.
Draco had feelings.
For her.
Well.
Fuck.
'Are you going somewhere, Weasley?'
Weasley? He hadn't called her Weasely in almost 6 hours. She felt her chest constrict. She wished it wouldn't. It would only complicate things.
But it couldn't complicate things any more than they already were. Or at least, any more than they were going to become.
Could it?
Screw that.
Without another thought, she bent down and connected her lips to his.
For a second, he didn't respond. Her eyes fluttered shut, but she didn't make another move.
Then, he started to kiss her tentatively and she responded in kind. It was soft, sweet and chaste. A fire started low in her belly as he thrust his hands through her hair. She moaned, running her tongue along the seam of his lips, asking for entrance. He gave it, and she was officially drowning.
She suddenly found herself lying on his mattress, with him nestled between her thighs. How she had ended up in that position, she wasn't quite sure…but she didn't care all that much. He felt so good, right where she wanted him, his hard member pressing into her whenever he moved.
And he was moving a lot. He was kissing and touching her everywhere, as she was he. Neither could sate the other. Buttons popped, and zips were removed. Shirts fluttered to the floor, and shoes were unceremoniously kicked off.
The pair spoke no words. They weren't needed. Not yet, anyway. There was plenty of time come morning. For now, all they needed was each other, for that was all they had.
A/N: Snaps to anyone who spotted the 'My Aunty Jack' reference. And to those who know what a dropbear is (vicious little things – they got a relative of a schoolmate of mine). If you didn't spot the LOTR reference, you have way too much to do…
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