The Seductress

Breakfast was uneventful. Draco was questioned by his ex-girlfriend Pansy Parkinson why he had dark circles under his eyes, but he had shot her a glare and said some rather obscene curses. He was bored of life, bored at Hogwarts. Nothing fun was going around, Harry Potter, his famous nemesis, was not almost dying too often anymore, and since the Tri-wizard tournament had passed him by, Draco was still trying to find something to do.

That "thing" arrived two days later after that very morning, when Draco was passing by the halls, looking around at the deserted area. He groaned. He had overslept, and his next class was Transfiguration. No doubt Professor Mcgonagall would give him detention for being so late. He looked at the time. He could wander around the halls until class was over and could step early into Advanced Potions II Period with the Gryffindors, he decided. Snape would be happy to see him, since he was the best student in the class.

He waited for the first bell to ring, signaling that people would be packing up their bags, quills and spare parchment and walking to their next class. Their was chatter and shouting, but still the halls lay deserted. Students often stayed behind to learn the homework or extra credit help. Doors flung open, and a few people ran out and went into various classrooms. Draco walked around, and reached the front of the Potions classroom, peaking through the window. Snape was not there yet. He opened it and walked in, taking a seat near the front.

He heard the door creak and heard a female voice cry, "Shit!"

Draco looked to his right and saw that a young female had entered, and her books and quills were splattered all over the floor. He examined her curiously. She had freckles, but not too many, just enough to show faintly on her creamy white skin. The girl also had straight, red hair that hung until her shoulders. Her small figure outlined tiny curves in her hips, and a small frame and flat stomach. She was wearing old, shabby hand-me-down Hogwarts robes, and which clearly gave away her round rear. Her robes were unbuttoned enough so he could see the nape of a small red tank top. She was rather small and slim, and looked about thirteen or fourteen.

"Hey, do you think you can help me here besides staring?" she snapped at him. Draco unwillingly swaggered over to her, picking up her books and laying them on a desk nearby.

She picked up the last of her quills and ragged parchment and she looked up at him, her face flushed.

"Thanks. Damn, I am early, aren´t I? This is my first class in Advanced Potions...with fifth years anyway," she breathed, smiling at him.

"Are you a fourth year?" he asked.

"Yup. Professor Dumbledore recommended that I should take Advanced Potions, seeing that I am best in my fourth year Potions class. But I am a bit nervous, because fifth years are way more smarter," she said.

She was very talkative, Draco noted to himself silently as she babbled on.

"I am sorry, am I annoying you? I do that when I am nervous. Oh! I am Ginny," she said, grinning.

"Draco Malfoy," he merely replied.

"Malfoy? You´re a Slytherin? Seriously? You were too good looking - I mean, sexy - I mean, nice to meet you," she stuttered, her face growing red. She was cute, he decided.

"You know, you really shouldn´t reveal yourself, especially in a classroom full of, well, horny teen boys wearing those short robes," he sneered.

"Um, thanks for the advice, I guess. But I don´t think I have a problem. I mean, I am not very beautiful or anything," Ginny stammered.

"No shit."

Ginny looked down at her shoes, and picked up her things as if she hadn´t heard the rude comment he had just said.

Draco scowled at himself for saying that. But it was true. Her face was small and apple-shaped, with thin chapped lips, a small nose and brown eyes. She would´ve looked rather pretty, but something was missing, something very important. Her face was child-like, and sweet, but then again, something was missing. And Draco couldn´t put his finger on what.

She sat down in a chair next to him, and he sat down too, and they both waited until the second bell rang. Seconds later, kids barged in, talking or writing on parchment. As soon as the kids were seated, Professor Snape had come in and started writing on the board.

Ronald Weasley, Ginny´s older brother, and his ex-girlfriend but best friend came in together, along with Harry, following from behind.

"Hey Gin-Gin. How´s my birthday girl?" he cooed to her teasingly.

"Happy Late Birthday, Ginny," Harry and Hermione chorused together as if it were a skit.

"Malfoy, what´re you doing sitting next to my sister?" her brother´s face had suddenly gone bad, and he had a frown on his face.

"For your information, Weasley, I didn´t know this was your sister. My, my, she has grown up to be much of a slut, now hasn´t she?" he said, laughing.

"How dare you!" Hermione squealed, her hand over her mouth in shock.

"Take that back, Malfoy," said Ron grinding his teeth.

"I didn´t mean it in a bad way, Weasel. I mean, I don´t mind her. She is a hot little thing after all, and how I´d love to just -" he didn´t get to finish the question.

Ron raised his fist, and aimed it at his jaw. Before something could happen, Ginny restrained Ron´s fist.

"Ginny! What are you doing! That little bastard just insulted you!" he protested.

Before Ginny could answer, Professor Snape had come to the chaos that was happening and took fifteen points off Gryffindor and a detention for Ron, Hermione and Harry.

After the class was finishing taking notes and Ginny had managed to score five points to Gryffindor for answering most of the questions and being the only one to make a amateur truth potion.

"Your welcome," Ginny said as she packed up her things while the class was dismissed.

"For what?" Draco replied.

"For saving your ass, that´s what! My brother doesn´t play games, Draco, so please don´t insult me to piss him off, okay?" she said.

"Oh yeah sorry about that. You´re not really a slut," he drawled lazily.

There was a long pause as both zipped up their bags.

"Exactly what would you love to do with that hot little body of mine´s?" Ginny said, her face flushing.

Draco laughed inwardly, and then settled for a smug smirk. He took his hand and placed it over her neck, making circular motions with his fingers. She gave a little sigh and closed her eyes.

"Now, now, I wouldn´t want to make you a slut," he whispered in her ear. When she opened her eyes, he was gone, and the class was deserted. Ginny frowned. This seemed just a bit too familiar...