Does She Dare?

 

Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, rubbing her neck unconsciously. Hermione thumped down next to her and knocked her with her elbow. 

 

 

“Hey you! I didn’t see you last night after the dare. Where did you go? We thought you’d been eaten by Malfoy.”

 

 

“Almost.” Ginny pulled off her tie and tugged down the neckline of her school shirt to show Hermione the bite marks Draco had left.

 

 

Hermione gasped. “I’m guessing he didn’t have any dinner last night? He practically ate your neck!” She looked closer and poked the bruises.

 

 

“Ow! Hands off the neck!” Ginny righted her clothes. Her and Hermione put their heads together and the red-head told her best friend everything from the aggressive passion of Draco’s kiss to the scratches the bark had left on her back when he’d pushed her against the tree. Hard.

 

 

Harry and Ron joined the giggling girls, brows drawn in confusion.

 

 

“What are you on about?” Ron’s words were garbled as he forced the words through a mouthful of toast.

 

 

More than a few crumbs landed on Ginny’s cheek, and some other stuff that she probably didn’t want to think about. She gagged and wiped it off with her napkin, throwing it in her brother’s face.

 

 

“What happened to you last-”

 

 

“I think the new Firebolt isn’t as fast as it’s been advertised.” Hermione interjected.

 

 

“WHAT? I tried it out yesterday and it was bloody fast! How would you know anyway Hermione, you don’t take your head out of your books long enough to notice how good Quidditch is!”

 

 

“Oh, shut up, Ronald.”

 

 

An loud argument ensued between Ron and Hermione, Ginny nudging the brunette to give a mumbled thanks. She wasn’t ready to tell her over-protective idiotic brother about her kiss with Draco. She didn’t want his head to explode. He didn’t seem to have many brain cells, so the process of thinking about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together would fry them completely.

 

 

Ginny watched the quarrel with amusement. Every impassioned speech Ron made about the sport of Quidditch was countered with cool logic from his ex-girlfriend. It was hilarious to see.

 

 

There was a tap on Ginny’s shoulder and silence fell in the Great Hall. Ginny turned to see Draco’s cold eyes staring down into hers.

 

 

“Outside.”

 

 

Ginny’s eyebrow arched. An intake of breath was echoed through the vast Hall. Nobody wanted to be the one who broke the tense silence. Except Ron.

 

 

He stood up, fists clenched. 

 

 

“What do you want with her?”

 

 

“It seems I have mistaken one ginger for another. I was under the impression I was talking to Ginevra not you, Weasel.”

 

 

“You stay the hell away from my sister, ferret.”

 

 

“Funny. That’s not she wanted last night.” Draco turned and stalked out of the Great Hall. Ron made to follow him before Hermione pulled him back into his seat. He landed with a thump. Ginny got up, sent a menacing look to her brother and hurried out the Hall, following the platinum-haired sex god.

 

 

Chatter broke out as soon as the two students left. Everybody was wondering what the Prince of Slytherin could possibly want with a Gryffindor. Within minutes, people had been told theories that Draco was planning on murdering Ginny. The remaining Weasley glared at the Great Hall‘s door, expression thunderous. Harry put a restraining hand on Ron’s shoulder.

 

 

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Draco was striding purposefully down the corridor, his long legs eating up the distance while Ginny was practically running down the corridor to keep up. He paused and looked behind him to check she was behind him. A look of relief passed briefly across his features when he saw her hurrying along but his face was expressionless when Ginny finally reached him, .

 

 

Ginny bent over panting. Draco looked at her with some amusement.

 

 

“Aren’t you supposed to be a Chaser? I think you ought to be a little fitter.”

 

 

“I was made for riding a broom, not sprinting hundreds of miles!”

 

 

“Hardly hundreds of miles. It was barely a hundred metres. And you weren’t sprinting.”

 

 

“Shut up.”

 

 

Draco threw back his head and laughed loudly. Ginny looked at him with astonishment. She had never seen him laugh with anything other than spite. He actually had a really

nice laugh.

 

 

When he finally stopped, he caught sight of her gaping at him, he smirked.

 

 

“See something you like?”

 

 

Ginny blushed and didn’t answer. She walked past him, knocking his shoulder and leant against the wall. Draco came to stand in front of her, close. Ginny was staring at the

floor, flushing at the intimacy of their contact. She could feel his warm breath on her forehead. He placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her face.

 

 

“Look at me.”

 

 

Ginny met his startling grey eyes with her own brown ones. He took a small step forward. Her chest now touched his and she breathed in sharply. Draco fingered her red and gold tie, slowly loosening it. He slid her top and second button through its hole. Ginny watched his face as he gently undressed her. He was focused on her clothes, forehead furrowed as his nimble fingers slipped off her tie and shoved it into his robe’s pocket.

 

 

Ginny caught his hands as he went back to her shirt.

 

 

“Draco.”

 

 

“I have to see. What did I do to you?”

 

 

Ginny reached to her collar and pulled down her shirt to reveal the marks upon her skin. Draco traced over the purple discolourations.

 

 

“I’m sorry. I can get… carried away.”

 

 

“It’s okay.”

 

 

“No, it’s not. I hurt you.”

 

 

Draco leant down to Ginny’s neck and lightly kissed her neck. His tongue flickered out to touch the bruises. Ginny gasped. Her hands came around to clutch at his nape and pulled him closer. Draco braced his hands on either side of Ginny’s head against the cold stone wall. Her fingernails raked into his back.

 

 

Surprisingly, Draco’s tongue soothed the aches on Ginny’s neck, but it also ignited something else within her. Lust. She wanted Draco. Ginny didn’t know why her body wanted this Slytherin but she wasn’t complaining. For the first time since the War, Ginny felt truly alive.

 

 

Draco moved his mouth up her neck and lightly nibbled on her jaw. He seemed to be kissing every part of her except her lips. He pulled away slightly and pecked the end of her nose. He began to turn, a grin on his immaculately sculpted face.

 

 

Ginny grabbed his hand and dragged him back to her, an equally large smile on her pretty face, eyes twinkling with amusement. She reached up to cup his jaw and tugged his head down to hers. Finally, his lips latched onto hers.

 

 

His hands moved down to her waist and pulled her flush against him. He walked forward, pushing her into the wall. His mouth made love to her, not letting Ginny up for breath. The passion of their kiss grew and grew until Ginny couldn’t take it anymore. She yanked off his tie in a frenzy, tearing at his buttons. His shirt pinged open and the buttons scattered all over the floor.

 

 

Draco slid his hands down to her bottom and picked her up. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. He nipped at her lower lip, laving it afterwards with his tongue. She grasped his blond hair and pulled it. He bit her neck as a reprimand.

 

 

He pulled away, carrying Ginny with him, to look at her. She was flustered and a blush had risen on her cheeks. Her hair was wild, chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath she took. Yet another bruise had formed on her skin. He raised one hand to lightly touch it, Ginny shivering as his finger lightly ghosted over her skin.

 

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

 

“Stop apologizing.”

 

 

“No, I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

 

 

Ginny rolled her eyes and leant forward. Her mouth made contact with Draco’s chiseled jaw and she kissed it quickly, moving down to where his neck met his shoulder. Her teeth grazed the spot, giving Draco a slight warning, then bit down. Draco groaned and slammed her back into the wall. His hands shifted to her waist, pushing up her shirt with his thumbs rubbing circles into her bared skin.

 

 

Ginny lifted her head from his should and looked at the wizard pinning her to the stone. His grey eyes were darkened with lust and his lips were slightly parted, allowing his breath to escape. She moistened her own, and his attention focused on her pink lips. He leant in, getting closer and-

 

 

“Draco! Where are you?”

 

 

Pansy Parkinson’s strident tones filled the corridor. Draco turned his head toward her voice and then looked back to Ginny. His brows were drawn down.

 

 

Draco swiftly dropped Ginny, fixed his tie and walked toward his housemate, turning the corner without looking back.

 

 

Ginny sat on the floor, stunned. Slowly, in a state of shock, she buttoned her top back up and cast around for her tie. It was nowhere on the floor. Where was that damn thing? She shook her head. It didn’t matter.

 

 

Except for the fact she had Potions next. And Snape was sure to deduct points for improper uniform. Damn.

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Author's Note: Bad, bad boy, Draco. And woah, another chapter?! Yeah, I came out of hibernation last week and became a frenzy of fanfiction writing- I've also updated my other story on here, Left Alone In the Burrow.

 

What are you still doing reading this? Go review and check out meh other story.

 

As always,

Lots of love <3