Diclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything else for that matter. They are the property of JK

AN: This is my first story so tell me what you think of it.
English isn't my native language so please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes you might find.

Holding his cloak tightly closed around him, Draco flew towards the castle. Flying was, to his knowledge, the best way to empty his overfilled mind. This day hadn't been worse than the rest, but it was not what he considered a good one. It had been a very long time since he had actually enjoyed a day.

But his thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his eye caught a movement nearby the whomping willow. Why would anyone be out here at this hour? He didn't know how long he had been flying, but he was sure it was way past curfew.

As he approached, he recognized an unmistakable red colour and therefore the red-haired girl, who seemed to be out here on her own. He had overheard some of the Gryffindor girls talking about her and how she sometimes disappeared at night. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to go back to his comfortable Head Boy's dorm, but, his curiosity got the better of him, and he started following her. It was mild curiosity, he assured himself, an occasion to dock points off to Gryffindors, and more specifically to one of those horrible Weasleys.

She was running quite fast, but it was no trouble following her from above. She slowed down as she arrived near the lake. When she finally stopped, she started undressing.

Draco, looked at her, fascinated. As one by one her garment fell to the floor, parts of her body were exposed to his gaze. First her stomach than her breasts and finally legs. She was beautiful, her curves feminine and her breasts full. He would never have thought that, under her second-hand clothes Ginevra Weasley was hiding such a body. He had always considered her a tom-boy who followed Scarhead like lovesick kid.

A splashing noise distracted him and he saw her white, body, swimming threw the black surface of the Lake . It was a while since he haddn't truly been entertained, and this seemed the perfect occasion to torment this muggle loving Potter-fan, besides, if he were to judge if Ginny Weasley really was attractive, he'd have to take a closer look.

...

The cold water spread all around her body, gliding in her hair. She loved the feeling of water on her skin, soothing her face and eyes still sore from crying.

She had been dreaming of Him again and she hated herself for it. After all those years, she had nearly forgotten about it. Well not exctly forgotten, no one could forget something like that, but she had felt like it haddn't happen to her, like it had happened to someone else, or in another life. After all, she had changed a lot over the past six years. But recently, last summer she sudennly started dreaming again. Dreaming of Him. For no apparent reason. She guessed it was because He was getting stronger. He started haunting her like he had after her first year while she slept, while she was weak. She hoped it would go away with time, like it did the first time, but inside her, she knew she would only really be free when He died. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? She hated Him, and Lucius Malfoy too. He had nearly killed her, stolen her innocence by giving her the diary, and made her feel guilty for the rest of her life, ruining it at the same time. If Harry or anybody else had died, she would never have forgiven herself... "Stop thinking about it" she told herself, "I didn't come out here to keep thinking…" She heard a branch cracking but thought that it must have been one of the animals in the forest.

She kept on swimming for a little while until she became very cold and realized she was quite far away from the shore. She started swimming towards the place where she had left her clothes. Instead of the neat pile of clothes she expected to find, she saw someone sitting on the ground.

Fear started to grip her, but when she saw the moonlight reflecting in his hair, she recognized him, Malfoy, probably the man at Hogwarts she despised the most. Her anger started to rise.

Once she reached the shallow water, she rose, making sure her body stayed under the water, but bitterly aware that the water was very clear, and not hiding much. Luckily, today she had kept her underwear.

"Malfoy, wh..what are you doing here? " The stutter made her realize how cold it really was.

"Just enjoying the show. And you? What might you be doing here, in the lake, in the middle of the night, obviously past curfew… and almost naked I might add?" he said in a mocking tone. Ginny could feel his gaze, resting on her body, under the water-level.

If possible, Ginny's blush became even redder, but she wouldn't show him how he disturbed her.

"None of your bloody business." she snapped" Where are my clothes?"

"My my, what a temper. But, you see, it is my business because, unlike you, I am Head Boy, well it's obvious you're not a boy," he said with an appreciative gaze which made her feel her cheeks grow warmer "but what I meant is that I am allowed to be here and you are not. I could dock a few points off, or even put you in detention."

"I don't care. You don't impress me ferret. You think, just because your rich and Head Boy, that you can boss people around. Well it doesn't work with me. Furthermore, we both know that, unless your on duty, which obviously isn't the case, you aren't allowed to be out here either."

She was certainly not in the mood to fight with him right now. But it seemed he had decedied otherwise.

"As it appears, Weasley, your are wandless and naked, in other words, weak, while I am completely dressed and with two wands no less." He was toying with her wand, rolling it between his fingers.

He was used to hearing the Golden Trio calling him 'ferret', but, coming from her, and with the tone of disdain he could hear in her voice, it all made it more humiliating than usual. He was starting to lose control and he didn't like it. It seemed she was the only one who could make him lose his temper

"So don't try anything and just answer me. What are you doing here?"

"Why do YOU care anyway?"

In truth, he didn't know why he did care. Maybe it was the fact that they were going out at nights for the same reason. It sounded silly, even to him, but it seemed to create a bond between them. He was not alone anymore. Of course, he was not going to tell her that.

"You know," he finally said "it's quite cold out here and I'm willing to bet that the water is even colder. You obviously haven't put a warming charm on yourself. I'm not giving you your clothes back until you answer me. So go ahead, take your time, I'm in no hurry"

Ginny didn't know what to do. She knew he was right. She could do nothing to defend herself and she was freezing, but she didn't like the idea of letting him bossing her around. If she answered him, he would gain control of the situation. She didn't like it one bit.

"Well, lets see…" she said in a mocking voice "I came here because it was sooo hot on this December night, I thought I'd go for a swim!"

"…I am not amused. Don't try to be smart Weasley, it doesn't suit you"

She was offended by this remark but she'd be dammed if she let him upset her.

"Fine, if you really want to know, I had too much on my mind. I needed to think."

"What were you thinking about? Your lover? Scarhead? I really don't understand! Why do you keep following him like a beaten puppy? Isn't it enough that he almost got you killed two years ago, in the departement of Mysteries? Or even in your first year if I recall correctly?"

The dig served it's purpose. It wounded her.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. Some things are bigger than you Malfoy. You colud never understand them."

"Try me!"

"You don't know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you loved. You trusted him with everything you had. Your very soul, and he just used it against you, pretending to help you."

Draco didn't know what she was talking about. Was it Potter? He always new that Potter wasn't worthy of all the love and attention he got.

Tears started rolling down her cheeks. "You don't know how it feels like to be possesed. To know you're harming people you care about. Someone using and abusing your body." As she talked, she remembered it all. She remembered how it felt to be possessed, to be hurt, only to feel guilty and dirty in the end. She was terrified by the way he could still reach her. She was still vulnerable and it frightened her to death. Small tears turned into big sobs, as Ginny became completely oblivious to her surroundings, forgetting that Malfoy was looking at her.

Draco didn't understand Ginny's reaction. He had said something that unleashed evrything she had in her. It must have been something dreadful for he never thought he would see Ginny weasley in such a state.

Ginny slowly came out of the water, her arms around her. As soon as she reached the ground she sat down, her arms circling her knees, her head restong on them as she cried out most of the tears in her body.

She did not seem to care that he was here. She was completely oblivious to the world around her. She was in some sort of transe. Draco didn't recognize the strong-willed and hot-tempered girl he knew. At that precise moment, she looked very weak and needing protection. As much as he didn't want to get caught up in anything that didn't concern him, couldn't leave and abandon her like this.

He thought he heard her whispering. "Tom, what have you done to me…What have you done?"

Tom? He didn't know anyone called Tom in the school. He tried to recall if she had aver had a relationship or an incident since her first year here. Then it hit him. Her first year! How could he have forgotten. She had been possessed, and by the Dark Lord himself no less. It had been six years ago, and yet she looked exactly like the fragile little girl she had been. And her innocence had been stolen from her, by his own father, which made it all the more sickening. Her distress hit him like a blow.

He wanted so much to comfort her and see her smiling again. He approached her and covered her with his cloak with a warming charm as he saw that her lips had gone blue. He sat down next to her taking her in his arms, cradling her like a baby, gently stroking her hair and murmuring soft words to her.

"It's only me. Tom is gone…he won't come back. Shh… calm down." She wouldn't stop crying. It was so frustrating. He didn't know what else to do. He just held her, his hands gently stroking her back and her hair.

Slowly, her sobs began to lessen and her shoulders stopped shaking. The girl in his arms looked so fragile. He studied her face. Her wet hair were almost the colour of blood, and her pale skin mirrored the light of the moon, she looked like shewasglowing. The trail of her tears left pink marks on her cheeks and finished on her luscious red lips. They looked so appetising.

Without thinking, very gently, he lowered his head and brushed her lips with his. She didn't react or push him away, so he took it as a good sign, and caressed the inside on her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission to go further.

Ginny was completely oblivious to her surrounding. She was just feeling vulnerable. The thought of it made her shudder. She was very grateful for the strong arms around her, not realising it was Malfoy holding her and whispering soft words to her. When she calmed down, she felt hot lips on hers. She didn't know how to react and decided to let things happen. Anything that could take her mind off Tom. Tentatively, she opened her mouth and welcomed him in, letting him taste her. His tongue starting softly caressing hers and she abandoned herself to him.

The kiss grew deeper. When Ginny moaned into his mouth, he felt his restraint melt, and his hands started moving from her back to her waist, moving smoothly underneath the cloak on the soft skin of her stomach.

Draco's hand slithered slowly up, and brushed lightly over her breast and she moaned again. His mouth left hers and he trailed down her jaw line up to her ear. She gasped when she felt his teeth, softly nibbling her earlobe. But before she understood what happened, a weight was lifted from her chest as her bra fell to the floor. A warm and callous hand cupped her breast, and made her gasp. Ginny felt heat flood through her veins. Her body starting responding for her.

As he laid her down on the ground, he dragged his lips from hers and moved down to her throat and slowly to her breasts. She shivered as he licked one nipple, hardening it. The touch of his tongue and of his mouth made her shiver as he suckled. Draco heard her cy out and the sound of her husky voice aroused him even more.

She was panting, heated and flushed beyond belief when he lifted his head. He started kissing her again as she felt hard fingers closing about her knee, then trail higher gently brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

He reached the soft curls of her apex. He started to tease her then one long finger slid between her thighs. She sucked her breath and closed her legs, trapping his hand. Draco broke the kiss, and murmured softly in her ear.

"Shh, open up for me."

His hot breath aroused her and she relucantly let him part her thighs. She let him slid down her underwear until she was totally naked, giving him access to her intimacy. He started stocking her, probing her sweet swollen and humid flesh. His touch was deliberate and knowing. His knee nudged hers, opening her farther. Ginny arched, but he held her down, his other hand spread on her flat stomach.

Draco quivered and he closed his eyes, his finger explored her and his imagination supplying what his eyes couldn't see. He didn't know how it had gotten so far but there was only one way forward. He needed to empty her body of everything she had accumulated for the past six years, draining it from all the pain and suffering she had kept for herself.

Her body was liquid heat beneath his. She tightened around him when he slid a finger in her. She was passionate and so tight, he could barely imagine what it would feel to be totally inside her. He ached to take her, to posses her, but he couldn't take advantage of her when she was not herself. Maybe one day, but not tonight.

He continued his fondling, expertly bringing her closer still to ecstasy. Her hand reached his jaw and she drew him into a hot and passionate kiss. Draco had to hold on to his self control and keep himself from burying himself in her. When she finally exploded, reached her climax, he eased her fingers from her, watching her as she cried out, forcing himself to shut his senses and maintain his instincts.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Ginny's body and all she could feel were here nerves, exploding as she climaxed and reached a point she had never reached before.

Draco assumed that after her first climax, she would be exhausted, unable to go anywhere further. But he was wrong. When her body eased beneath him, she pulled him into a heated kiss, drawing him near the edge of his self control. He decided to go on until she couldn't even move from exhaustion. His hands found her breasts and his mouth her neck.. Not wanting to mark her where it would show, especially on her creamy white skin, he sunk lower, his mouth leaving a burning trailof kisses on her chest and stomach. He explored her lower body, impressed by the softness of her skin.

When his mouth finally touched her softness, Ginny nearly chocked on a scream. She tried to close her legs, but her thighs only met his shoulders. She felt his hand firmly holding her hips. Her own hands sunk into his hair, holding his head. After that, she was too busy feeling to contain her gasps, or to catch her breath. She was literally melting and felt nothing but fire. Soon that fire within her imploded. As Draco watched her, he could only imagine her in full glory. Every inch of her body was emanating passion. She had closed her eyes and arched her head back. From her partly opened lips, a husky cry escaped, echoing in the dark night.

Draco stayed above her, warming her with his heat until her body calmed down, not only from the pleasure she just felt, but from all her pains and secrets. Eventually, he stepped aside and knelt beside her. She had fallen asleep. He stood and lifted her in his arms, and slowly, as to not wake her, he started walking towards the castle.

...

The next morning, Ginny woke up completely rested. Ever more than she had been since the beggining of the year.

She was in a bed softer than usual, and her eyes blinked open. The soft sheets seemed to be made of silk, softly carressing her exhausted body. Although it was red and gold, she could tell she was not in her room.

That's it for now. Hope you liked it

AN: Please tell me what you thought. If you have any suggestions as to how it could be improuved, please tell me, they are most welcomed