Burn

“For Christs’ sake, Ron, just get over it!” Hermione exclaimed suddenly. Her cinnamon brown eyes blazed at the red-head as the string snapped on her temper. “So bloody what if she talked back to you for once? Personally, I think it’s about damn time she did! You’ve been smothering her for years now—”

“Smothering her? I’ve been trying to protect her!” he snapped back.

“ you you please stop talking about me as if I’m not in the room?” suddenly whipped another voice. “I do have bloody ears, you know! And last time I checked, my hearing was very well in tact.”

“Do you see? Do you see that attitude?” Ron demanded, his eyes turning to his little sister sitting at a near-by desk.

“I’ll show you attitude, Ronald Weasley!” she exclaimed, shooting up from her seat to match her brothers’ eyes. She was slightly shorter, but her temper was definitely a match.

“You just wait until mum hears about this! She’ll have your neck!” Ron threatened.

“I don’t give a damn what mum thinks!” Ginny returned.

As the two continued to bicker, Harry and Hermione let out a long sighs.

It had been like this all day! Ron was still obsessed over what had happened on the train and Ginny freaking out because of it.

“Silencio!” Hermione suddenly boomed out.

Instantly, the two voices were gone.

“Now that I have both of your attention, I can say this with relative calm. Ron, I know you feel like the older brother, but Ginny’s grown now.” Hermione murmured softly, but then narrowed her eyes. “Let her bloody go.”

The red head just started to sputter as bloody rushed to his face.

“What I believe Hermione’s trying to say is that you don’t have to ignore her. Just…let her breathe a little. After all, she is seventeen. Hell, she’s been able to have sex for nearly three years now…”

Ron almost choked on his tongue when he heard this part.

“…I think she can make her own decisions.” Harry explained gently. “And Gin, you have to realize that Ron is your brother. He’s always going to be around so you’re going to have to get used to that.”

Ginny refused to meet Ron’s eyes as Hermione lifted the silencing spell. As soon as she was done, she glared at her brother.

“Don’t you dare assume I am just your little sister. I can kick your ass and you know I can so you better watch it.” She growled.

Rerelerely stared at her with wide eyes she strode away.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with her?”

“What the bloody hell is wrong with me?”

Ginny fell back on her bed, her mind spinning.

In the past few hours, she had snapped at Ron numerous times, nearly put a hold through the Portrait of the Fat Lady, scared the wits out of the first years and threatened Draco Malfoy. Seriously, there had to be something wrong with her.

The red-head rolled onto her back and let out a long sigh.

Was it hormones?

Not likely, she’d never had a problem with that before.

That time of month?

She’d just ended her last one a couple days before she left for Hogwarts.

Homesickness?

It was the first bloody day!

Then what?

Good Lord, I don’t know. She thought to herself. But one thing she did know—Draco Malfoy most certainly looked even better this year around.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to be so attracted to him, but she felt…drawn to him, and she had no idea why!

He was just so amazingly…hot. The hair, the clothes, just the look of him made her wet.

Ginny’s eyes fluttered shut as her mind began peeling away his outer layers. As the clothes disappeared, a strong, muscled body with porcelain perfect skin shone back at her.

“Ginny…” he breathed in her mind.

She touched herself then, her fingers finding that nearly hidden nub that brought so much pleasure. Sucking in a deep breath, she flicked her clit, her mind imagining his hard body on top of her.

Ginny gasped as her fingers delved into her wetness on their own accord. She could practically feel his hard cock sliding in and out of her. Pumping her own hand, she thumbed her clit as her hips began to move. Her other hand drifted to under her shirt to cup a breast and pinch a nipple.

A wave of pleasure ran over her as the small amount of pain heightened everything else. And suddenly, her orgasm took her by surprise, crashing into her body and making her cry out.

She continued to buck against her own hand and slowly, she came down off her high. Eyes drooping, Ginny muttered a quick cleaning spell on herself before she crawled under the covers.

“Mmm…Draco…” she breathed as the sweet ache between her legs lulled her to sleep.