Two Months

A/N: Hello, and welcome to Two Months ch.6. Yes, I know I don't post too often, but that is because I'm REALLY busy. So please bear with me. I just finished my original short story (see it here) and I'm really happy, b/c that's the second thing I've finished ALL my life!!! (related to writing, that is.) Also, I'm making my HTML website and it's complicated but I'll get through...I searched "SpiritGReeN" on Google once, and I found this cool background called 'spiritgreen' so I'm happy...it's the name of my webbie, in case you're wondering.

And also, change of plans for ch.6. Draco and Ginny spend a day together, then she goes home on Sunday! So please still r/r, and if you want to join my update list for my website and stuff I write (including Two Months), please put your email in ur review! Thanks a whole bunch for reading! You guys keep me going!

Chapter 6

Ginny woke up feeling groggy, and not recognizing where she was and what the hell she was wearing. Then she remembered. I'm in Draco Malfoy's apartment and I'm wearing one of his old shirts. She thought for a bit. Eww. Then last night came flooding back to her...

"Ohhh..." said Ginny, about to sink back into sleep before she saw the clock on the bedstand. 10:30. She blinked, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. No she wasn't. Ginny cursed herself. She had planned on getting up at 7:00 and being on the 8 o'clock train! Too late now...Ginny got up, washed, and changed into her own clothes. She then made the bed, and went out into the living room/kitchen.

Draco was frying eggs in a pan. When Ginny came out of the bedroom, he turned around. "Good morning," he said, somewhat cheerful.

Ginny blinked slowly. "I'm supposed to be on the train right now."

"I know," he said, turning back to the sizzling eggs. "You must've been tired."

"When'd you wake up?" said Ginny. She was in a bad mood.

"Around seven thirty," said Draco.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" said Ginny, irritated.

He turned to look at her. "What was I supposed to do, run into your room screaming? You slept like a rock, and besides, I told you I wouldn't try anything. What if you woke up to me standing over you?"

Ginny almost cracked a smile. "Okay, okay. Do you have some coffee?"

He slid a mug of steaming coffee over too her. Ginny took a huge gulp and almost choked. "Ugh! How do you drink this stuff?" She looked down at the black coffee. "Don't you have cream or something?"

"Nope," said Draco, almost smirking. "Just coffee."

Ginny sighed, and then, still blinking the sleep out of her eyes, drained the whole thing. She ended up coughing violently.

"Whoa," said Draco, slightly amused. "That's a first."

"That got me awake," said Ginny. "I have to call Harry. There is no way I'd arrive at the Burrow this morning. I'll have to take one of the late afternoon trains."

Draco shrugged, and Ginny headed to the phone.

"Hello? Harry?" she said as someone picked it up.

Relief surged into her as she heard Harry's familiar voice, now laced with worry. "Ginny? I was expecting you ages ago."

"I know," said Ginny, sighing. "I slept in. I'm sorry, Harry, I just didn't get up."

"Oh," Harry sounded defeated.

"I'll leave on one of the trains later on in the day. You can expect me around the evening. I promise."

"Okay, Ginny. It's just that I miss you so much. Are you at your house? Maybe I could come visit you and we could spend the weekend together, just you and me."

"No, I want to come home. And I stayed over at...a friend's house," Ginny felt a sharp guilt. She wasn't exactly lying to Harry, just twisting the truth a bit, but she still felt horrible.

"Alright," said Harry. "So I'll see you tonight? For sure?"

"For sure," Ginny confirmed. "I love you."

"Love you too," said Harry. "Bye."

"Bye," she said, and they both hung up.

Ginny turned to Draco. "Can you take me back to my apartment? I want to go home."

He glanced her. "Now? You haven't had breakfast yet."

"I'll get it at home. I have some things to do before I leave on the train," said Ginny, wanting to get away from Draco Malfoy as soon as possible.

"Alright," said Draco, who could not break his promise. "I'll take you home."

When Ginny was getting on her coat, she looked back at him. "Draco," she said. "About last night..."

He shook his head. "I know you didn't mean it. We were both tired. Just forget about it."

Ginny wanted to say something else, but didn't. "Yeah," she said. "Just forget it."

***

Ginny was walking around Diagon Alley. She had left her duffel bag back at the train station, and would go back for it when it was time for her train. Still having a few hours to spend, she wandered around aimlessly after she had lunch at the Three Broomsticks.

Now, she was passing the Broomsticks again, and she took in the warm scent coming out of it. It was too bad she couldn't go in and buy a Butterbeer; she had left her wallet at the train station with her other stuff and only had enough money to buy a simple sandwich, and she was freezing. She was so absorbed in the Three Broomsticks that she didn't watch where she was going and crashed into someone.

Ginny closed her eyes, expecting to fall, but she didn't. Instead she felt a hand circle around her waist and catch her. She didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was. But Ginny did anyway, and found herself looking into the all-too-familiar face of Draco Malfoy, this time with a slight smirk.

"Watch where you're going Weasley," he said, with the playful trace of their old hostility.

Ginny took a breath of relief. "What are you doing here, Draco?"

"I should be asking you that question," he said. "I thought you had things to do."

"I do," said Ginny, embarrassed. "And I was doing them until you came along."

"Until you bumped into me, you mean," said Draco, correcting her.

"No," said Ginny. "Until you came along."

Draco shook his head ruefully. "Okay, you win," he said. "You look half-frozen to death. Come on, I'll buy you a Butterbeer." He took her wrist.

"I have my own money," said Ginny indignantly.

"Which you left at the train station," Draco pointed out. When he saw her look of disbelief, he said, "Just a lucky guess. If you had money, you would already be in there right now, sipping Butterbear."

Ginny had to smile. "Alright, Mr. Malfoy, I'll allow you to buy me a Butterbeer."

"My pleasure," he said, and they walked in the Three Broomsticks.

Madame Rosmerta approached them, and Draco smiled cheerfully at her. "Two Butterbeers, please," he called.

"Sure thing, Mr. Malfoy," said the pub owner. She nodded at Ginny readily. "Miss Weasley." And she hurried away.

The two of them sat down at a table in the corner and waited for their drinks. It was when they came before the one of them spoke.

"So, Draco," said Ginny, as she sipped her Butterbeer and warmth flowed into her. "What are you doing here?"

He lifted his mug to his lips. "I was thinking about a movie," he pulled out two tickets from the inside of his coat. "Wanna come along?"

Ginny eyed him suspiciously. "Do you always carry around two tickets?"

"Sure," said Draco, the corner of his mouth turning up. "Just in case I...bump into a friend."

"And am I considered your friend?" asked Ginny mockingly.

"No," he said, twirling the tickets between his fingers. "No, Ginny, you're much more than that."

Ginny tried not to smile. "Are you flirting with me, Draco Malfoy?"

He didn't say anything, but his eyes bore into her as he looked at her from under his hair. "So do you want to come or not?" he said, smirking. "Because I can very well find someone else to go with me."

Ginny titled her chin up. "I'd love to go see a movie with you, Mr. Malfoy. I'm pleased you asked," she saw him grin in an amused way, and then he stood up.

"Alright, Miss Weasley," he said, as he plonked a few coins on the table. "We must be on our way, then."

***

The two of them entered the dark theater five minutes before the movie started. Advertisements were flashing across the screen, advertising for Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and Mrs. Clean's Dishwash Soap.

"What's this movie about?" Ginny whispered, as they settled down near the back.

Even in the darkness Ginny could see Draco smile. "It's called 'The Secretary'."

Ginny suddenly tensed. "And what's it about?"

"Oh," said Draco. "It's about a secretary who falls in love with her boss, but her boss is really a demon. In the end she dies," he paused, and if there was more light in the theater Ginny would be able to see his thoughtful contemplating look. "It's kind of a sad ending, actually. The demon wins."

The screen flashed again, and music came on. "It's starting," said Ginny.

The movie was very....interesting. After about half-way through, Ginny thought that it was pretty much about love, and evil. There was a lot of making out, and there was a lot of blood and evil and whatnot. Ginny wondered what kind of people would watch this kind of movie.

"Um, Draco?" said Ginny tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"Who directed this movie?" she asked, thinking that it must have been some sick-minded individual.

He suddenly looked over at her, a grin spreading his face. "Some old warlock. But what might interest you is that my father funded it."

Ginny suddenly felt sick. "Your father?"

"Yeah," said Draco easily. "That's why I had the tickets."

"Oh," said Ginny as a new scene started. The secretary was in the demon's lair, and they were talking in hushed tones, clasped in each others' arms. The demon was telling her to 'join him' and she was pleading with him, and both looked so ridiculous that Ginny almost wanted to laugh.

She suddenly felt breath stir under her ear, and realized Draco was right there. "Do you like it?" he whispered.

"It's...nice," she told him, suddenly feeling very nervous.

"Doesn't the secretary remind you of someone?" he said, and Ginny shivered.

Surprisingly, Draco drew back. "I think it sucks too," he said, and she could see his hair shining with what light there was in the theater. "Which is why I think we should put our time to good use. I didn't waste my tickets for nothing."

"And that would be..." Ginny started to say.

Draco leaned over, and he kissed her earlobe. Ginny trembled at his touch, thinking all the while of the demon drinking the secretary's blood.

He seemed to be reading her thoughts. "I'm not a demon," he whispered. "Not that I know of..." She felt his fingers under her chin, and turning her to face him. His face was inches from hers, and she could feel his breathing.

She leaned forward slightly, and so did he. They met at the mouth in a kiss. Draco's hand circled under her hair, his thumb by her ear. Ginny just let him do what he wanted; she wasn't quite sure if what she was doing was right yet. He whispered her name, and Ginny shuddered again at his touch. Her arms stayed by her sides, and Draco kept on leaning forward.

Ginny thrust back a hand to steady herself, and the two practically fell onto the empty seat next to them. The armrest dug into her back, and she winced. Draco pulled away.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked in a low voice. Ginny nodded, and he got up. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Okay," Ginny said in a barely audible whisper.

Draco reached over a touched her hand, and then held it, tracing the lines of her palm with his fingers. "The movie's almost over," he told her. "We can't get out until then."

Ginny just nodded, and they turned back to the movie.

She couldn't quite concentrate on the movie for the rest of the time at the theater, the reason being that Draco had possession of her hand...but she did manage to get a vague idea of the end of the movie. After the secretary refused to 'be' with the demon, he practically tore off her clothes and a graphic lovemaking scene endured. To put it briefly, the secretary had cuts and bruises from it, and a large slash across her stomach. Ginny wasn't sure how the secretary got them, but the next day, the demon pounced on her (against her will), and when he was finished, she was dead.

"Quite a remarkable ending, don't you think?" Draco said pleasantly as they walked out of the theater. "I really like the part when she screams as he bites her."

"Ugh," said Ginny, who still can't get the picture of the secretary's dead body out of her mind.

"So, where to?" said Draco.

Ginny checked her watch. "I've still got two hours left," she said.

Draco suddenly broke into a wide (and sly) grin. "Alright," he said. "Let's go get a room at this hotel I know of."

***

The hotel was named 'The Secret Room' which, to Ginny, was kind of corny. The desk clerk looked a bit uncertain when Draco signed them in as Mr. and Mrs. Bob Johnson, but it all went away when Draco gave him two Galleons as a tip.

"What exactly are we going to do in a hotel room?" Ginny asked, a bit weakly, as they rode the elevator to the fifth floor.

"Anything we like," Draco replied airily, and Ginny swallowed.

They reached room 206 fairly quickly, and Draco opened the door as he swished the key in. The room was quite large; the huge king-sized bed filling up almost the whole room, its covers drawn and tight, the pillows plumped. A door led to a tiled bathroom, and another one to a walk-in closet, which, Ginny thought feebly, was almost as big as her room back in the Burrow.

"How much did this room cost?" said Ginny, as she watched Draco bounce on the bed.

He grinned at her as he stopped. "Don't worry, you won't have to pay anything."

"I better not," said Ginny, still standing. "So, uh, what exactly are we going to do?"

"We can talk," said Draco, but his eyes said something else, or so Ginny thought. "Come sit down with me."

Reluctantly, Ginny did. She turned to look at him, and he her, his sharp gray eyes watching her; his fine white-blond hair falling neatly to his eyes; his perfect Malfoy features that everyone, male and female, envied so much. He was so deathly beautiful, even a bit feminine, but his brutal honesty erased any thoughts that he would be like a girl...

"Don't stare at me like that," said Draco, suddenly turning away, his delicate hair stirring with the movement of his head. "What were you thinking about?"

Ginny blushed involuntarily as she blurted out: "Your hair."

A smile crept onto his features, as he swiftly used a hand to brush it back, but it just fell back onto his face. "And what about my hair?"

"How I wish mine was like yours," she said absently.

He looked amused, as he reached a hand towards her to touch her flaming red hair. She stiffened. Ginny's hair was more textured than fine, and more rough than delicate, but still soft to the touch, and Draco fingered a lock of it, twirling it between his fingers.

"Relax," he said soothingly. "I'm not going to bite." He let go of her hair. "Remember back at the theater?" she nodded faintly. "I liked it," he whispered softly.

Ginny didn't say anything. "I'm not drunk this time," he said. "Forget Potter. I have you this time." And then he closed the space between them and kissed her.

Draco's words ran through her mind as she felt his cool lips on hers. Forget Potter. Forget Harry...Then she tried desperately to remember him, to pretend that she was really kissing Harry, that the person she was wrapping her arms around was Harry. But Harry did not smell the way Draco did; Draco smelled like burnt wood and pepper, while Harry smelled clean, like soap or shampoo, and his clothes always smelled like they were just washed.

Draco's hands snaked around her waist, and then sliding under her shirt, so that he was in direct contact with her skin. Ginny almost yelped at how cold his hands were, but her mouth was occupied...He left her mouth, to kiss the side of her ear, and Ginny kept her eyes closed, trying to get lost in the moment, and to...forget Harry, so she wouldn't feel guilty. Then she tried to fantasize that maybe Harry was with another woman too, so she wouldn't feel that guilty, but it didn't work. Harry wasn't that kind of person.

But Draco was. Ginny felt his hands come between the nonexistent space between them and undo the first buttons of her blouse, all the while his mouth traveling down to her neck, where he planted a few kisses there. He stopped the attention on her neck for a while while he worked the buttons, and Ginny didn't move, waiting patiently.

"How many girls have you brought up here?" she asked him, suddenly alarmed.

He stopped what he was doing, and looked at her. "A lot," he said ruefully.

Ginny didn't say anything, but started buttoning her buttons back up, and he let her. "My wedding," she said, "is in two weeks, and I'm getting married to the best person I've ever know, the kindest soul I've ever met, and now..." He wasn't looking at her. "Look at me," she said, and he did, his gray eyes penetrating into her, making her regret it. "I'm--I'm up here in a strange place, with a guy I hardly know...and, I'm not the first one he's brought up here..." she looked at him forcefully, tears suddenly springing to her eyes. "I will not be used, Draco, I won't," she said. "But..." the tears started coming. "I love Harry...but now...I think I'm in love with someone else. I know I shouldn't be, and he'd only break my heart, but...what am I supposed to do?"

Draco didn't say anything, and Ginny tore away from him, frustrated and sobbing, and standing up. "I'm in love with you, alright? Say something, won't you?"

He stood up, and went over to her, putting his arms around her. She let him, and she cried. After she regained control of herself, Ginny said, "I'm going to miss my train."

"Alright," Draco said. "I'll see you later, then."

She broke away from him, and wiped away what she could of her tears. Then she reached for the doorknob, but let her hand drop slowly as she studied Draco, who stood opposite her, watching. "Aren't you going to say anything else?" she asked him. "To what I told you, I mean."

Draco stood there silently, and Ginny nodded as she headed out the door. But not before she felt his hand gripping her shoulder, and spinning her around so he could kiss her pinned up against a wall. Ginny felt a whirlwind of emotions, and wondered what Draco was thinking. Then, he whispered into her ear, "I haven't forgotten what you said, Ginny..." he backed off her, and pushed a loose strand of her hair, behind her ear. "Have a good trip."

And Ginny left, feeling odd, and trying to figure out what the hell he meant.

A/N: Yes! I'm finally done with this chapter! Pretty long, for a chapter I just thought up...so next chapter is when Ginny finally goes back to the Burrow (after all the delays) and things are revealed. I couldn't help myself when they went to the theater...it was fun making up that movie...and I'm not sick-minded, if you were wondering. I considered making Draco say that he loved her too, but it kind of was not like him...