Therapy

This is a Tom Riddle (15)/Ginny Weasley (11) fic. It will most likely have elements of Ginny Weasley (16)/Draco Malfoy (17) and/or Ginny Weasley (16)/Dean Thomas (17). If you do not like any of these, please do not read this and then flame me. THERE IS NO SEX IN THIS CHAPTER.

Thank you to all my reviewers. I love you guys!!! Slightly OC Draco.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything in it. All of this and more belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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Draco Malfoy didn’t know what to say. He had expected the girl to either announce that she had realised that she didn’t love Dean Thomas or that she was scared about giving her virginity to Thomas or that she wanted her first time to be the best and wanted Draco inside her before Thomas could ruin her fantasies forever. The next-to-last thing he had expected was for Weasley to tell him she wasn’t a virgin. He would have said last thing, but the girl had admitted that. Draco leaned back and took a close look at Weasley. This was a young woman who had slept with the Dark Lord. An amazing accomplishment for anyone, let alone a Muggle lover like this girl. Draco opened his mouth (still not sure what he was going to say) when a knock at the door interrupted him.

“Dean,” the redhead said slightly disappointed. Draco could tell by the way she said Thomas’s name that she wasn’t finished talking about her experiences. And damn him, he wanted to hear all about it. Anything she wanted to tell him.

“I’ll get rid of Thomas,” he said as he stood up.

“What are you going to tell him?” Weasley asked suddenly frightened. That was a good question. Draco had no clue, but the boy thought extremely quickly.

“I’m going to tell him that you have the Headache from the Fifth Realm of Hell so Granger decided to let you use the room to relax. The mudblood is smart. When Thomas returns and asks why she didn’t tell him about your headache, she’ll figure that you didn’t want to go through with it and made up a lie. Most likely, Granger will tell him she either a) didn’t see him leave or b) forgot all about it.” With that Draco walked out of Granger’s room and across the Head’s Common Room towards the door. He swung open the picture and watched in glee as Thomas gasped at who was staring back at him.

“Um...I’m here for...Ginny,” he stuttered. Draco was enjoying every minute of his suffering.

“I’m sorry, but Ginny had to cancel your...little date.”

“Why?” Thomas asked.

“Because she is currently tied to my bed, waiting for me to come and have my ‘wicked, little way’ with her. Her words not mine.” Draco laughed at the look on Thomas’s face. “You Gryffindorks are idiots, aren’t you? Weasley has a headache and the mudblood let her use the room so she wouldn’t have to deal with that noisy hole you call a Dorm. Now if you excuse me, my Nimbus is waiting to be polished.” With that Draco slammed the portrait shut on the confused boy and headed back to Granger’s room, laughing to himself over the double entendre he had casually slipped into the conversation. He opened the door to Granger’s bedroom and looked Weasley over; trying to see her not as a Muggle-lover, but as a pure-blood.

Weasley was decent looking. Her hair was the classic Weasley red, but it looked different on her. The Weasley boys were washed out by the colour; it worked on the youngest of the brood, though. Weaselette’s butt was firm yet supple; if she wasn’t scum, Draco would have been tempted to squeeze it. Her stomach was flat and firm as well; all those years as a Chaser had obviously paid off. But Weasley had paid for it. She had no breasts. B-cup was a over exaggeration; the girl barely had A-cups. What she did have looked rather firm, but it wasn’t very much. Draco turned his eyes to her face. Her eyes were a boring mud-brown that too many people had, and her nose was to wide for her face. Weasley wasn’t beautiful, though her body was decent. Briefly, Draco wondered what the Dark Lord had seen in the child. Then, he realised that was the key. Weasley had grown up very much from when she was eleven. He tried to think back to the first time he saw her.

It had been in a bookshop in Diagon Alley; that dreadful Lockhart had been signing autographs. Draco had been looking around at books about fortune telling. (He had always been interested in it, especially the magic behind it; until he met that bat Trewlany that is.) The Golden Trio and Weaselette had wandered back where he was...that had to be the first time he saw her. Draco couldn’t remember what she looked like back then, except for the eyes; they had shone with an intelligence that he remembered to this day. He looked into her eyes and saw that the intelligence still shone, though it was slightly more clouded.

“Malfoy, if you don’t mind me asking, what the hell are you doing?” Weasley asked. Damn, he had been standing in the doorway staring at her for quite a bit of time now. He entered, closing the door behind him, and sat on the bed.

“Trying to decide something,” he responded. “Tell me. Whatever it is that you want to tell me; I don’t care how graphic it is. Just spill...and quickly before I realise what I’m doing and leave this damn room.”

“You’re not going to do that,” Weasley replied confidently. “You want to know how You-Know-Who thinks. You want to know what makes him tick...and right now I’m your best shot at that.” Draco stared at her for a moment before responding.

“Am I really that obvious?”

“Yes,” Weasley stated simply. “But I don’t mind. I have to tell someone. Otherwise I’ll explode.” Draco edged away from her slowly...just in case.

“Well, talk on then,” he commanded.

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