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“Ginny! Truth or dare?”
Ginny groaned. She looked around the circle of her friends and debated with herself. Should she pick truth or dare? She knew if she picked truth then they would ask her why her and Harry broke up. She didn’t want to tell them Harry was gay. That would certainly spoil the party mood. But then again, Hermione was a devil with her dares. Under that innocence and mountain of bushy hair, there was a demon. She’d already made Ron sing a romantic muggle song loudly to her in the Great Hall. Very loudly. He had almost turned as red as his hair.
Oh, the choices.
Hermione smiled evilly. She still had to get Ginny back for making her kiss Goyle last week.
“Hmm… This is going to be fun.” Hermione winked at Ginny.
Hermione whispered into Lavender’s ear. Ever since Hermione had saved Lavender‘s life in the war, naturally the two girls had been inseparable. Lavender made Hermione a bit more girly, and Hermione made Lavender actually study. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.
“I dare you to…” Lavender started.
“Go find Draco Malfoy and stick your tongue down his throat.” Hermione finished off, grinning.
Ginny’s jaw dropped. Usually the Gryffindor dares were kept to the saner pupils of Hogwarts. Hermione was nasty when she wanted revenge.
Someone else was equally astounded.
“WHAT? MY SISTER IS NOT KISSING THAT BLOODY FERRET!”
“Ron, shut it. I’ll do what I like.”
“NO! YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED. HE’S A SLYTHERIN.”
“Yes. And he’s hot.”
Ginny stood and walked out of the Common Room angrily. Ron had no right to say whether she could kiss Draco or not. She wanted to kiss him now just to annoy her brother.
It was common knowledge that Draco ran around the Black Lake for laps in the evening so Ginny went outside first to look for him.
Sure enough, Draco was out there. Ginny sat down on the grass in front of a small wood and watched him run. She’d never really looked at Draco other than with contempt when he’d bullied her and her friends. But now she properly looked at him, he was hot like she’d just told her brother. Then she’d been trying to annoy him, but watching Draco now, she felt it was the truth.
He was only wearing a pair of Muggle sweatpants and a thin grey vest. He was built like a seeker- quite light, but lean. His muscles rippled as he angrily pounded past Ginny, scowl fixed on his face. He stopped a few feet away from her, and sat on a tree trunk, breathing deeply. He pulled a water bottle from behind him and drank.
Ginny stood, brushing the grass from the backside of her jeans and walked over. Before she was even a metre from her he looked up at her.
“What do you want?” His voice was cold.
Ginny looked into his piercing grey eyes and shivered. This was not the Draco she remembered from years past. His eyes then were full of disgust, for the ‘blood-traitors’, ‘mud-blood’ or ‘Potter’. Now they were just exhausted. He seemed to have lost his spark. But when he looked up at Ginny standing over him, there was something else in his eyes.
“Just came out to talk.”
“Talk? Or what all the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and goddamn Gryffindors come out for?”
“What’s that?” Ginny’s voice cracked slightly. Draco seemed furious.
“To be a naughty girl. To make out with the villain of Hogwarts- big, bad Draco Malfoy. You’ve either been dared to come out here or you feel like you want to spice up your life.” His deep voice was laced with heavy sarcasm and self-deprecation.
“First one. I got dared by Hermione and Lavender. Sorry.” Ginny thought she might as well admit it.
Draco stood, taking one last swig of his water.
“Alright then. Can’t turn down an invitation like that.”
He took a few steps toward her, grabbed her red hair in his fist and pulled her head toward him viciously. His mouth bruised her lips as he took over the kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and he bit down hard on her bottom lip. She moaned into him.
Ginny had never been kissed like this before. Harry’s kisses were tame, at the best a bit sloppy when he experimented. Draco was forceful and dominating, and Ginny, against her own will, was enjoying it. It was violent. It was good.
Draco smashed Ginny against a tree and moved from her lips to her neck, nipping and licking. Her hands went to his hair and pulled. Draco was still damp with sweat from his run and he was angry. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close, fingers digging in so hard it was sure to leave marks. Ginny did not care in the slightest, all she wanted was to get closer to Draco.
She arched into him, grinding against him. He grunted and pushed her back into the tree, biting her neck again. Ginny was sure she’d look like she’d been mauled by a Hungarian Horntail in the morning.
He returned to her mouth, a little gentler this time. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue and she opened her mouth for him. He coaxed her tongue into her mouth and caressed it. Ginny sighed, and relaxed into his rock-hard body.
Draco suddenly stiffened. He reached up and removed her wrists from behind his neck. He turned and picked his bottle up from behind the trunk and walked off, not giving her a second glance.
Ginny slumped down the tree, confused. Why did he leave?
She rubbed her neck sheepishly. There was only one thing left to do.
Ginny stood, once again brushed her jeans off and walked back to Hogwarts.
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