The Perfect Plan for Revenge-Or is it?

Ginny pulled Draco aside the moment they left the Great Hall.

“Well aren’t you the bold one, Draco.” Said Ginny coolly, not allowing
him the satisfaction of seeiow pow pissed she was.

Draco just smirked.

“Well, I try.”

“Draco, listen. I know you were only doing what you thought you were
supposed to be doing...”

“And I was doing pretty well in my opinion.” Draco said, leaning against
the nearest wall.

“Ah...yes...but I need to ask you to refrain from your natural
inclinations, because we have only just started “going out” so we have to take
it slow and-”

Ginny cut herself off when she noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione walked
out of the Great Hall.

“-and you make me so HOT Draco that I couldn’t wait another minute to
take you!” Ginny said, and with that she backed him up against the wall that
he was leaning on, pressed herself tightly against him, and started kissing him
passionately.

Draco froze momentarily, but then returned her advances with equal
passion. After about a half a minute, Harry stormed off, and Ron and
Hermione followed, trying to comfort him. Hermione threw what seemed to
be a disapproving glance behind her before she turned, and caught up with the
other two.

Ginny was aware, a minute later, that the trio had long ago left, but
found that she could not pull away from Draco as his arms were wrapped
tightly around her, and his hands were splayed across her back. Also because
of the fact that his hands were caressing her back in such an expert manner,
sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. It felt so good she...NO, no
Ginny, you must pull away, NOW. She managed to untangle herself from
Draco, and compose herself before he looked up. She looked at him, and
raised an eyebrow.

“Wrfulrful performance, Draco. I hope we’re as successful doing this
later as we were today; but as you can see, Harry has left, and therefor, I shall
be seeing you later.” She said, and she turned on her heel and left as quickly
as she could, leaving Draco breathing heavily and slumped against the wall,
with a look on his face as if a very good chocolate cake has just been taken
away from him before he could finish it.

Draco slicked back his hair, straightened his cloths, and smirked to
himself. So the little minx could play the game just as well as he could, eh?
His smirk grew into a grin as he wondered how far she would let this game go.

~*~

Ginny threw herself onto her bed, and tried to clear her head of
treacherous thoughts. Mostly of thinking of wild passionate sex in various
places. Or having Draco tied to a bed with leather thongs, his pale, lean body
contrasting the ebony satin sheets, his ivory white hair mussed out of it’s
normal neat state and his smoky blue eyes half-lidded as she stood over him in
complete control and...where the hell did that come from?!

She got up and walked out of her room. There was no way she was going
to get to sleep now. Damn him for getting her this riled up...she came to the
common room to see Harry and Ron staring up at her. She stopped, and glared
at them. The last thing that she wanted to do right now was having to keep up
the facade to them while she was so...unsettled.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Ron yelled at her

Ginny flushed as she thought the same thing as he said. What was she
doing? She thought it was all for show, but she was actually attracted to
him...she liked him. His wit to match her own...his good looks...She shook her
head. It was insane. She composed herself, and looked at him with a look of
disdain.

“Whatever I se.”se.” She said, and stormed out of the common room
and into the empty halls of the school.

~*~

Draco, still feeling aroused and flustered from his encounter with Ginny
was taking out his ‘frustrations’ on Pansy. As she tried to deepen the kiss with
him, he thought of how much of a better kisser Ginny was. He wasn’t even
getting satisfied in the least bit by Pansy’s...fumbling. Wait! Why was he even
thinking about Ginny kissing him?! Besides, he hated the way her jaw tightened
determinedly when she wasn’t getting her way, the way she flung back her
molten lava-colored hair, her high flushed cheeks, and the fiery sparkle in her
eyes when she was angry.

God, he loved the way her pearl-white teeth sank into her lip
when...wait a minute! He stood up abruptly, dropping Pansy unceremoniously
to the floor, and stalked out of the common room into the empty hall of the
dungeons.

What was going on? He didn’t love her! He wasn’t even supposed to
like her! She was a muggle-lover, a blood traitor. No...no...he...just wanted
her, that’s all. It’s not as if she were unattractive...and with all that close
contact, who in their right of mind wouldn’t want her?

Yeah...he wanted her, he thought as he sat down on the edge of his
bed; and THAT could be solved easily with his life philosophy:

Want. Take. Have.

~*~

A dark figure sat at a desk, seemingly engrossed in a book. He sat,
hed hed over it, though he was not reading. In fact, on closer inspection, it
could be seen that the time-worn pages held no words at all. Still, the figure
sat, his long silver-blond hair shining in the low flickering firelight, as if waiting
for something. He sat up, and took a small pin from his robes and pricked his
finger. He held his finger above the weathered page, and let a single drop of
crimson blood fall. It hit the page and spread out, staining it. Then, slowly,
the blood spread out, and formed words slowly, spelling out a message:

The blood of your blood is courting a young maiden in whose veins runs
trapped power of your dark lord. In order for him to regain that power, he
must drink of her blood, and at that time he will be the strongest he has ever
been. He must drink of her blood every time the moon reaches it’s zenith, for
the passing of twelve full moons, however, or his power gained shall be his
power lost.

, wondernderful. If I bring this girl to my lord, he will be quite pleased.
Although how to get the girl’s blood each full moon shall be tricky...especially
without her or anyone else knowing...” he muttered to himself, and got up
from the chair, reaching for some parchment in the shelf to the far side of the
room. He took out ill ill and began writing.

~*~

Ginny stomped down the hallways of the school. She didn’t know where
she was headed, only that she needed to get rid of the roiling feelings inside
her. Feelings she shouldn’t have.

Before she knew it, she was down in the dungeons. She kept walking
through the twisting halls until she didn’t know where she was. Frustration
soon built up within her as she tired to find her way out, but could not. She
sighed and slowed down, her emotions slowly dying as the more rational part
of her mind took over. She was in the dungeons at late hours, wandering
around without any real reason. She could get in trouble. She tried thinking
of the way she took down there, and started trying tnd and a path out of there.
She was feeling much calmer as she recognized where she was going when she
turned a corner to see Draco coming out of what appeared to be the Slytherin
entrance. She was about to give him an earful when Pansy stalked out after
him, pushed him forcefully against the opposite wall and started kissing him
savagely. When he started kissing her back, jealousy rose within her when she
saw this, and also anger at the fact that she was jealous. She shouldn’t be
jealous! It was then more than she could stand.

“DRACO!” She yelled, and he jumped what must have been two feet.
Pansy looked up, with a snotty “you interrupted me” look.

“We. Need. To. Talk. NOW.” Ginny said through clenched teeth. She
glared at Pansy.

“Leave.” She said in a cold voice, and Pansy, who may be stupid but not
stupid enough to not know a real death glare when she saw one sighed loudly
and went back into the Slytherin room.

“I’ll be in your room later Draco-coa, for some...fun...” She said in a
what she must have thought was a seductive “come hither” type voice but
came out sounding more like a promised threat.

Ginny made a loud barfing sound as she left, then looked towards Draco.

“I can’t believe you were making out with her, you’re gonna make it
look like we’re breaking up! That, in no way, will humiliate Harry! How dare
you be snogging with...Pansy?!” She spat, as if her very name tasted bad on her
lips.

“I don’t want you making out with her anymore! If I catch you doing
that again I’ll-”

“And why do you care?” Asked Draco, a slight smirk on his face.

“I don’t...I won’t...I’m not...I’t’s just...” Ginny sputtered, her face
turning red as she was completely taken off guard.

He sauntered over closer to her until he was only inches away.

“I think that you’ve just fallen madly into lust with me and can’t get me
off your mind.” He s as as if he knew everything-while secretly he was saying
the exact thing that was happening to him. He backed her up against the wall.

Ginny’s anger rose at his arrogant tone...as if he was some stud that she
couldn’t keep her hands off of! She was so mad that when she opened her
mouth, no sound came out.

“Ah yes, and I bet that’s why you couldn’t get to sleep tonight right?
Just thinking of my hands running over your bare body my lips caressing every
inch of you, skin on skin-”

*SMACK!*

Draco stared at her, dumbfounded, and raised his hand to a bright red
mark forming on his cheek.

“Is THAT the kind of skin on skin contact you want, Draco?! Because
there’s a lot more where that came from if you keep up this stupid insinuation
that I actually want-”

She was cut off as Draco caught her lips in a fierce kiss, and drew her
close to him. He pressed her tightly against the wall, his muscled form
molding against her every curve, and Ginny couldn’t help but to think how well
they fit together. A slight moan escaped her lips as her arms, seemingly with a
mind of their own, snaked around his neck and drew his head closer to hers as
she returned his kiss with equal fervor. His hand trailed down her left side to
her butt and pressed their hips close together. Ginny gasped as she felt the
evidence of his arousal press against her and it seemed as if shocks of pure
pleasure were travelling from that spot to rise within her and then settle down
below. She was falling, and she couldn’t stop, everything was whirling out of
controll...until cool, oily voice brought her back to reality.

“Mr. Malfoy, I know you’re a tger,ger, but really you could keep your
little liaisons with Ms. Parkinson’s to a more private place...and furthermore
your owl has been pecking at the window for the past ten minutes and I would
appreciate it if...” Snape trailed off as Draco turned around and revealed that
it was Ginny behind him. Snape’s face slowed flushed to an angry red,
seemingly upset now that he realized that it was a Weasly and not someone of
his own house he was making out with.

“Mr. Malfoy, I would have thought better of you! A weeks detention for
both of you on your return from the winter holidays! I swear, if it was not for
the fact that you are my best student, Malfoy, you would be scrubbing toilets
for three weeks!” He said, and with that, he stomped back the the Slytherin
common room.

Ginny and Draco sat there for a moment, looked at each other in assent,
and walked their separate ways. They both knew now was not the moment to
sort things out.

When Ginny was out of sight, Draco muttered the password and sulked
back inside. He didn’t know what was going on, but he liked it, and it still got
to him that he did. He walked into his room and opened the window allowing
the offending owl in. It looked haughtily at him, anok ook off, not giving him a
chance to write anything back. He unrolled the parchment and looked over
the letter, his mouth gapeing open at it as he took it all in.

Draco,
I heard you have a new...lady friend. It would be most pleasing
if you were to bring her with you to our manor for the winter holidays. I’m
sure it would be fine with her parents as it should be considered an honor to
do so and I would so like to meet her. I am afraid I must insist on this matter
as well because your mother absolutely will not have you cavorting with the
wrong girl. She must first reach your mother’s approval, as well as mine.
Signed,
L

Draco raised his eyebrows. Now this would be interesting...


AN:here\'s the next chapter...but I won\'t post any more until I get more reveiws...I have to know if it\'s good or not please, so r/r or I\'ll just stop writing