The Seductress

The next week, Draco found Ginny sitting on a chair cross-legged in the library. Large portions of books surrounded her, and she was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. He swaggered over to her, and leaned over so that her back was leaning against his chest. He squinted, and saw that numerals and other symbols had been written, along with pictures and other drawings.

"Studying hard, are we?" he whispered in her ear. She gave a little jump, and looked at him with a frown.

"Don´t do that! You gave me an awful fright. And for your information, I am just doing extra credit for Snape," she said haughtily, still flustered.

"Extra credit? With your grades, you don´t need anything more," he said, taking out a chair and sitting next to her.

She shrugged. "Thanks, but Snape´s pretty hard on the Gryffindors, and I really like Advanced Potions anyways, it gives me something to do, and it´s productive."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"What´re are you doing here, Mr. Malfoy, then? In the library?" she asked in mock shock.

"Wandering. Lunch is boring, especially if you have two hogs for friends," he notified her.

"Well at least you´ve got friends," murmured Ginny softly. He pretended not to notice and picked up one of the large books and read the title aloud.

"Illegal Love Potions of the Century. Interesting," Draco drawled sarcastically, slamming the book down on the table once more.

"Very interesting. You should let me tutor you sometimes." Ginny didn´t look up, but he could see a faint smile quivering her lips.

"You? Tutor me? Why, I am insulted."

"It was just a suggestion. I mean, you´re a good student and all, and you get good grades, but if you don´t learn the correct formulas soon, Snape will have to take away some credit."

"You sound like Granger," he said with relish.

"Oh, don´t compare me to her. I don´t suffocate myself in books. Only the interesting ones. I assume you read?" she said, grinning.

"No, really? Of course I read! But I don´t find books that interesting," he admitted.

"Seriously? I go crazy for romance books, they´re so..."

"The pornographic kind?" he teased.

She snapped out of her trance. "Great, you really do have to ruin a civil conversation."

"I am just saying...I mean, everybody likes the juicy parts, don´t they?" he challenged.

"I suppose you do, but I like the sadness, the plot, the theory. Unlike you and other perverted bastards, I actually read from the beginning," she said angrily, getting up from her seat.

"Hey, don´t leave yet!" he protested as she packed up her books and slid them into her bag.

"And who are you to tell me what and what I should not do?" she proceeded to turn away, but as soon as she did, she felt strong arms embrace her waist and pull her backward into something soft.

Opening her eyes, she groaned. She was on Draco Malfoy´s lap.

"You are so infuriating, honestly!" she said, squirming. The faint smell of his cologne reached her nostrils, and she couldn´t help but notice that something hard was pressing against her backside.

"You know, squirming in resistance actually turns teenage boys on."

She stopped squirming quickly.

"Ah, that´s better. Now who says I don´t like the plot of things? I´ll have you know I heard a very good romance story when I was eight, and I loved the plot."

"Well of course, you prick, you were eight. Whoever heard of an eight year old being interested in porn?" Ginny said.

"You´d be surprised."

"You´re sick."

"So, anyways, I was eight, and we had a nanny that took care of me because Dad was in major league with the Ministry and other...dark arts. The nanny´s name was Elizabeth, and she used to tell me the most obscene myths about witches and wizards. Some were the muggle kind, but this one is about a witch and a wizard who fell in love."

"Aw, what a nice bedtime story," Ginny said harshly.

"We could make it one, if you want it in bed," whispered Draco. She squirmed a bit more, and he chuckled. He proceeded to tell the tale.

" ` In a small town in Hogesmade, this story takes place in 1876. A small family, a mother, and a daughter was the only one that lived there. They had rented a small house, and then other townsfolk started to arrive. They were all witches and wizards, of course. The daughter and the mother owned the town, for they had founded it first. The daughter´s name was Valerie or something, the myth never really told much. She was eighteen, and she was beautiful. They say she had auburn hair, brown eyes and she was tall and slim. Every man that crossed her path fell in love with her, and she used to bed them...care for details?´ " he drawled lazily.

"No thank you."

"Anyways, she used to bed them, and then she used to leave them. She was very seductive, you see. Her favorite color was red, because of her hair, and she always tied a small red ribbon around her hair. She slept with married men, younger men, older men, any kind. She was so beautiful that she was easily distracted, but she could seduce any man to do anything she wanted. Her mother didn´t know about it, because Valerie never got married. In the town, she was known as `Temptress´ or `Seductress´ and many men would stay clear of her. Many years later, to be exact, in 1876, she met a man that had just moved, and he fell into her charms. However, she did not bed him easily until later in their relationship. She never left him, because they fell in love and planned to get married on February 14th, 1877. The man´s name is unknown. He was well known for being `The Healer´. His hands were completely magical, and with the touch of one finger, he could cure any wound except death. When the day had arrived, Valerie was already pregnant with a child, but she didn´t know it yet. Everybody had arrived. The townsfolk, Valerie´s mother, a close friend of Valerie´s boyfriend´s father, who´s name was Molly or some other of a sort. All I am sure of is her name started with an M. But Valerie had not arrived to the ceremony yet. Pretty soon, people started to leave, but Valerie´s husband to be still stayed, and waited with Valerie´s mother. But she still hadn´t arrived. Finally, her husband to be searched for her, and found her in the back of the church, murdered. She was wearing a satin red gown, and blood was now smeared across it, the knife right next to her body, with blood on it. The only thing untouched was the red ribbon on her hair."

There was such a long pause that Draco had to make sure Ginny was still awake.

"Wow," she said in awe.

"Good story, isn´t it?" he said, catching that moment to place his hand on her thigh.

"Very good story," she croaked. "But what exactly happened to the unborn baby? She just died, just like that?" Ginny took the moment as she spoke to shove Draco´s hand away.

"I guess. I don´t know, exactly. Maybe her husband to be healed her, or something. But they never found out who murdered her," he said, settling for the top of her chest, swarming a finger down slowly.

"Draco..." she whispered.

"Yes?" he asked.

"It´s getting late. My God, I think I just missed some of the classes! I better go!" she said, getting up from his lap, must to his displeasure.

"Wait! It´s too late; our last class is over in eight minutes," he informed her smugly.

"Oh great! Now I have to do extra, extra work! Just because of your damn fairy tales," she snapped.

"Hey, I can´t help it if you didn´t find my stories and lap inviting. Anyways, you´re a hard worker, and you didn´t miss Advanced Potions in third period, so you have nothing to worry about. You´ll never do it again, right? You deserve a little slacking off," he said, grinning.

She sighed wistfully. "I suppose you´re right. Oh well, I guess it´s best before I turn into another Hermione Granger."

"The world wouldn´t be safe. Now be a good little girl and come sit on my lap, and I´ll tell you another little bedtime story."

Ginny smirked a little, which made her look drop dead sexy, but still not pretty.

She settled herself on his lap again and formed her thin shaped lips into a pout.

"What exactly do good girls do?" she whispered, her teeth showing now.

"Well, they do whatever their masters tell them, and if they don´t, they get spanked," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Spanked? Sounds absolutely lush."

"You just be a good little girl now," he muttered, pulling her closer.

~

"And then..." he stopped in mid sentence, looking at the snoring Ginny Weasley in his arms. They had gotten quite affectionate with each other ever since the amazing story he had borrowed from Elizabeth.

"Mr. Malfoy, it´s nine o´clock. The library was supposed to be closed about an hour ago, but I kindly delayed the time. So please let you and the girl out," prompted Madame Pince sleepily as she grabbed a pair of keys.

"Alright," he mumbled, bringing Ginny up to his chest so that he was carrying her. She felt soft and light, just as he thought she would feel. With slight struggle, he let himself out, and without a second thought, nearing the Slytherin´s Common Room.

He was too sleepy to think about the risk he was taking, bringing a Gryffindor into his Prefect Dorm, but as soon as he said the password, he laid her on the bed slowly, and plotted himself near her left side, falling into a deep and well needed sleep.

~

The girl wavered over to the sleeping couple in mere embrace and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Father promised," she whispered to herself. "Father promised he and I would get married!"

She squinted her eyes, looking at the redhead beside her adored silver haired boy. She took out the wand beneath her robes, and pointed at the air. "Accio knife!"

As she waited, she smiled to herself. Things were about to get just a little more interesting.

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