Title: The Dating Game

Rating: R

Keywords: Draco/Ginny

Warnings: Extreme sexual interactions-don't read if you can't handle it.

Summary: Draco was part of a game- a game that had started out fun but turned into something much more serious as the end of it drew near.  If he didn't succeed he was as good as dead, but if he did…would he lose something more?  Draco/Ginny

Authors note: Hey guys, I'm really going to try and get chapters out weekly if even earlier than that.  I already have chapter 2 written-but I'm waiting to send it out to a new editor.  I know some of you may be wondering about "The Dusty Magical Closet" and it's sequels, they will get out-but I need to do rewrites.  This will be my main novel for now and I probably won't work on much else. Thank you all so much for your encouragements, I hope you find this story just as enjoyable as my others.

It was the same thing every time.  He'd get them exactly where he wanted them cornered and whimpering.  And only when they'd finally turn away would he pounce.   Easy prey, and after two years of running, Draco could feel no more love for this game.  It had begun early when he was barely fifteen years old.  Malfoy's always had trouble with boasting.  Girls had become a big issue in the lives of both Draco and his young teenage friends.  Draco and his fellow Slytherin's had started a bet.  The key--Draco, who had run his mouth about his talents in the bedroom, had been nominated to throw the game into motion.  It didn't help that all of Slytherin house looked up to him, and he was after all one of the best-looking guys at Hogwarts. 

So for the past two years Draco Malfoy had become a swift womanizer, seducing any girl above 4th year and had enjoyed unfettered success thus so far.  Draco, in his 7th year had worked his way through every 5th, 6th, and 7th year female at Hogwarts.  Except for two.  But he wasn't too worried; he still had half the year left to finish the job.  He realized how vital winning this bet and playing the game was to his future.  The situation with his father had been piling pressure on him for over a year now.  Lucius pressed Draco persistently to start taking part with the Dark Lord.  Draco, meanwhile, was biding his time, and had until his eighteenth birthday to make the decision. 

But Lucius wasn't as smart as he thought, for Narcissa--his mother who had passed away a year prior, had set up a secret trust fund for Draco that only he could inherit, but he would have to wait until he was eighteen to touch it.  Narcissa had foreseen the pressure Draco was doomed to.  Before she had died, she had told Draco of her secret plans towards Lucius.  The vault--912 at Gringotts--contained two million galleons, a small fortune for Draco that would allow him to flee his gilded cage and unwanted calling to live on his own at last.

He still hadn't decided.  Should he inform the ministry of Lucius' close ties with Voldemort?  Narcissa had said something to him just before her death.  She had begged Draco not to think too unkindly of his father.  Lucius was truly a very weak-minded man, hungry for power.  He had always harbored anger, Voldemort had manipulated him and when Lucius received the Dark Mark before Draco's birth darkness had replaced his anger. 

"And now he wants me to join the inner circle."  Draco shuddered.  He had always despised Voldemort whether anyone knew it or not.  He felt half-breed's shouldn't be allowed to associate with pureblood's but he didn't want extermination like Voldemort did.  He did value human life.  Draco squirmed distantly when the body next to him let out a contented sigh.  One of the last of his conquests; a Gryffindor of the hardest of all houses to rip down…  Lavender Brown was curled around Draco's large silk pillow trying once again to look innocent.  Innocent his ass!  Once he had got her going she had turned into a vixen.  He had found that her "sweet--no, Draco, no!" routine was really just a bullshit facade.  Once they had been stripped of their clothing, she had immediately taken control.  She definitely had known what she was doing.  It almost seemed a loss to do what he was about to do.  He doubted she would mind…

"Obliviate."

Most didn't mind having him bed them, but none remembered a thing afterwards.  It was part of the rules-his game couldn't be found out.  Even if Draco wanted to try and have another go with a conquest, it would have been impossible.  His desire for sex had been nearly extinguished having had so much of it nothing seemed to surprise him anymore.  He did discover a few shocking things though.

Like Hufflepuffs--they weren't loyal and sweet like most thought.  Hufflepuff girls were real sluts!  They always wanted encores afterwards.  But he always declined.  He didn't want to have to touch certain girls more than he had to.  Some were real dogs.

Ravenclaws always cried right after…

And Gryffindors--they'd pass out as soon as the deed was done.

Slytherins were a different matter altogether.  They were creative and rough with their lovemaking and knew exactly what spots to touch.  Draco felt very compelled to be proud of his house females.

Draco didn't look up when the door opened but he knew it was Malcolm in his invisibility cloak.  Arriving to take Lavender back to her dorm room.  An invisible hand picked the girl up off Draco's bed and pulled her into nothingness.  Only when the door was closed shut did Draco allow himself to fall down into his comfortable sheets.  He stretched out and yawned loudly. 

"Two more girls…just two more girls…and you'll never have to do this again."

 "You'll win the money and be out of your father's life for good."  Draco didn't want to have to let go of his trust fund.  If he did, he'd never escape.