Consequences

AN - I\'m so glad you like it, BAFan!



I\'d blame my muse for this, but honestly it just seemed a little too easy... I promise, I\'ll stop picking on them soon.



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Ginny and Draco got a few amused looks and raised eyebrows as he carried her through the winding corridors to his room. Although the castle wouldn\'t let Draco into Ginny\'s room because she wasn\'t an eighth year, the dormitory had helpfully provided them with an adjoining bathroom, complete with a huge sunken bath big enough for two and a large shower stall with multiple shower heads. Draco carried her straight to the bathroom and set her down on the edge of the large marble counter.



They immediately attacked each other, tongues competing for entrance to the other\'s mouth. Draco finally won out, slowly wrapping his tongue around Ginny\'s and sucking lightly until she moaned loudly. "We seem to be alone, Luv," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers as they parted to breath.



"Finally..." Ginny nodded, ducking her head to nibble on his neck.



"Mmmm, gods," he moaned, tilting his head to the side to give her better access, "I want you so bad, luv," he growled, grabbing her hips and moving to stand between her legs.



"Convenient," Ginny giggled, pulling him closer and caressing him through his skin tight Quidditch trousers. "I want you, too," she whispered huskily, giving him a gentle squeeze.



Draco yelped and went completely rigid. It took Ginny a moment to realize this was not in the good way as his erection slowly softened in her hand. "Draco?" She pulled back to look at him and found him staring at the mirror behind her, his face completely white. "Dray? What\'s wrong?!" Getting nervous when all he did was stare blankly at the mirror, his eyes wide, she grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently. There was no response. "Draco!" Panicking, she finally slapped him across the face, though she did hold back quite a bit.



"Mum?" His weak whisper was definitely not the response she was looking for.



"Draco, what the hell..." Ginny shook him again and he finally blinked and focused on her.



"M-my Mum w-was there," he stammered, pointing at the mirror.



"You mean, like standing behind us?" Ginny looked around the room just to be sure.



"No, like she was standing right at the edge of the mirror...in the glass, even," Draco scratched his head confusedly, still looking rather dazed.



Ginny frowned, "But...she\'s not dead. She\'s with Snape, right?"



"We assumed..." Draco shrugged, looking a bit sick. "You know the saying...when we assume we make an ass-"



"...out of \'U\' and \'Me\'," Ginny finished for him. "But, Hon, there was no body. Not even sign of a struggle and we caught Dolohov. Unless he hid her in his pocket..."



"Hermione stuck Rita Skeeter in a jar, Luv. We\'re wizards, it\'s not impossible," Draco mumbled, chewing his lip thoughtfully.



"Skeeter is an animagus. Is your Mum?" Ginny asked hesitantly. "And if he killed her, she\'d revert back. Her body would\'ve shown up somewhere by now."



"Unless he\'s still got her trapped somewhere," Draco muttered grimly.



"Yes, but in that case she couldn\'t be here h-haunting you," Ginny pointed out reluctantly.



Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Stepping away from her, he said, "I\'m sorry, Luv. I think I\'m gonna take a shower and then write to Kingsley. I think it\'s about time they hunt down my Godfather; one way or another I need to find out what really happened to my Mum."



No longer even remotely in the mood, Ginny nodded understandingly. "I think I\'ll go down to the Hall and grab dinner. Do you want me to bring back something for you?"



"If they have any apples..." he mumbled distractedly, staring into the mirror again.



Ginny hugged him, affectionately messing up his hair before kissing him on the cheek. He didn\'t seem to notice when she left the bathroom.