Amor Prohibido

Amor Prohibido

Chapter One: Headaches and Dungeons

Ginny turned over on the bed and to her side her thoughts scrambling from place to place. The past thirty minutes had been tough on her. After running away from Draco she had made her way to the Gryffindor common room. She had taken a long time before even entering into the common room, afraid to see who was there. Her face was flushed, her eyes red and puffy, and her lips swollen because Draco had kissed her. She knew this and knew that people would ask about it. But what she feared most was seeing Harry and Hermione there. She had finally walked through and surprisingly everyone was busy. Harry and Hermione weren't in the common room, which was relief to her. She had made her way into the girls' dormitory and was now lying in her room. Fortunately her other roommates weren't in here.

She sighed not being able to take her mind off of Draco Malfoy and stood up. She walked over to where the large window was and looked outside. To her surprise she saw a figure sitting by the lake, his blonde hair slowly moving because of the wind. She knew that it was Draco and she wondered what he was still doing out there. 'Just my luck. My room included the view of where that happened,' her mind screamed. She felt frustrated and confused and hurt.

Things were rushing to a point where she didn't even know what to do. She was hurt and angry with Harry proclaiming his love to Hermione instead of her. All this time that she had hoped and prayed to be with him had turned into nothing for her. She shook her head not wanting to cry once more. What did she expect anyway? That a guy like Harry Potter would actually look at her the way he looked at Hermione? She laughed a sad, sarcastic laugh out loud. She should've known better. She should've went with her gut feeling which told her that she didn't fit in with Ron, Hermione and Harry. The three of them were in a world of their own.

Suddenly she felt very lonely. She didn't have many friends at Hogwarts. Everyone liked her, yes, but they all saw her as Ron's little sister. After being the youngest out of seven children it was hard to be herself and be known for herself. It would always be either Bill's sister or Ron's sister. It would always be about anyone else but her. It hurt and now it hurt even worse to know that the one man she had loved so dearly didn't love her back.

Then her mind went to Draco. What reason did he have to kiss her? What did he mean when he said he wanted to help her? She was confused and frustrated about that whole situation. Did she even need any help? She didn't think so but she wondered about it. She had been warned so many times about Draco being nothing but bad and here she was feeling something. 'You are being ridiculous about this whole thing. You feel nothing but hatred and anger towards someone like Malfoy,' her brain screamed.

She shook her head realizing that this was as useless as anything else. She couldn't make herself continuously think about this. Lying back on her bed she forced herself to close her eyes and try and get some sleep. If only she had known about the dreams that would plague her while she slept...

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Ginny rushed towards potions class. She was furious with herself for having overslept. Unfortunately the night had been a very restless one. Gray eyes haunted her all night, making her feel things she shouldn't be feeling for him. She just couldn't understand how it was that Draco could make her feel so different with one kiss. One damned mistake that she let happen. She shook her head and walked into the classroom.

Professor Snape immediately stared at her. "Detention Ms. Weasley," he said snidely as soon as she entered. Ginny bit back a remark about it and walked towards her seat. She took out her items for the class and tried to listen to Snape talk. She could feel eyes on her back and she knew exactly who it was that was looking at her.

For some reason Ginny was very good at potions and had managed to be promoted to seventh year potions instead of going to her regular sixth year class, much to Snape's dismay. But that only meant one bad thing... she had her one and only class with Draco Malfoy. She sighed and started to take notes on what Snape was talking about.

Ginny couldn't get out of the class fast enough. Snape had just finished talking to her about her detention and she grimaced at the thought. She knew that he would give her the dirtiest job possible. She shuddered visibly before walking down the east hallway to go to her next class. This was a hallway that wasn't really frequented by many. She had Muggle Studies next and she always looked forward to those. Like her father, Ginny had interest in Muggle things, especially Muggle literature.

She wondered if she had gotten up later than usual this morning on purpose. Truth was she didn't really want to see Harry and Hermione. She had been avoiding them all morning. She didn't need to see them together, afraid that her heart would break once more if she saw them. 'I saw you cry your heart out and I want to help you Ginny. Let me in' Draco's word floated through her mind.

She shook her head and looked around at her surroundings. Where was she? She turned around behind her and found that she had gotten lost somehow. She was so ensnared in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed what hallway she was in and this was one that she had never been in before.

It looked like all the other ones did but there was something different about it. It felt cold, as weird as that may sound, but it did. She could feel the darkness somehow. She looked at the painting that hung on the wall. It was a picture of war and killing. She grimaced watching the painting do the actions as they stabbed each other. She had no idea that Hogwarts would have pictures that were this graphic and evil.

Her eyes were captured by another image. It was a very close up of a head, so close up that not even the hair made it completely in the picture. But the eyes in that picture... dark blue... were very alluring. It sent shivers up her spine. She quickly tried to rethink her steps trying to figure out where she was.

Suddenly the wall next to the portrait of the head opened and Draco Malfoy walked out. He was thoroughly surprised to see her, as she was him. "Weasley... what are you doing here?" he questioned suspiciously.

Ginny stared at him, then back at the portrait of the war, and then back at him. She realized it then. Somehow she had managed to come to the Slytherin wing of the castle. She didn't utter a word as she stared at Draco.

"Are you ok?" he questioned, his voice showing indifference, but his eyes saying something else. He stepped closer to her and she nearly jumped back a few steps.

"I am fine. I must've gotten lost," she said finally getting her senses back. Why was she acting this way? What was going on with her? Seeing Draco again brought back memories of last night... when they had kissed... how he had offered to help her. His eyes were piercing through her and thoughts of her many dreams... body tangled together, satin sheets between them, gliding against the skin, warm and alluring....

He smirked and leaned against the wall, his legs crossing as he moved his head to his side and watched her. She looked a bit flushed, her cheeks turning red, giving it a warm glow on her pale skin. "Where were you heading Weasley?" he questioned trying to keep his voice indifferent.

Ginny still seemed somewhat confused. She shook her head unnoticeably as if to get the thoughts out of her head. She didn't speak but turned around the way she had came and decided that she could find her way back.

Draco saw this and immediately moved from where he was and blocked her path. "What are you doing?" Ginny asked him, anger in her voice.

"I thought we could do something you know?" he said, smirk still in place. Ginny's forehead wrinkled.

"Do something? You and me?" she asked him still trying to comprehend his words.

"That's what I said Weasley. You not hearing right?" he smirked at her. The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. It was just force of habit. Ever since Harry Potter had denied to accept his friendship, he had been rude to all of his friends, and that included Ginny Weasley.

Ginny shook her head. "I have a class to get to that I am already late for. I don't need this," she told him trying to bypass him but being stopped once more, this time his hand going to her hip.

His eyes drew her closer to him. He looked like he wanted her... if she could even call it that. She had never seen anyone look at her the way he was. "How are you Ginny?" he asked softly, his other hand going to her hair moving it away from her face.

She looked at him, her breathing becoming labored for some reason. "Draco I don't need this right now," she whispered. "I have a class to go to."

"Why do you keep doing this?" he yelled suddenly, moving away from her. Ginny was shocked to say the least before regaining her sanity and posture.

"Why do I do this? What I am doing Malfoy? You keep stopping me like this! You are the one who keeps doing this--- whatever the hell this is!" she yelled back at him. Now this she could do. She could be mean to him. She could talk to him this way. Anything else--- she just couldn't do.

"God!" he exclaimed slamming his hand against the wall. His thoughts were scrambling and a headache was taking over. He could feel it, so strong, so awful. He squinted his eyes shut. It was happening again.

Ginny watched him as he slammed his hands against the wall. Suddenly his whole body posture changed. He looked hurt somehow. 'He couldn't have hit the wall that hard', she thought. His forehead wrinkled, his eyes shut as if he was experiencing something very painful. She dropped her bag and hurried over to where he now stood leaning against the wall.

He felt the pain once again. Why this kept happening, he had no idea. He saw the images again.... hearing the words once more... 'The girl... bring me the girl... I want her Draco... Don't disappoint me'... He shook his head trying to get rid of the pain, the image that flashed... an image of Virginia Weasley, red hair, brown eyes, freckled face.

He felt hands on him, someone calling his name far away. He felt himself slipping, slipping down to the floor and his head hitting the wall. He felt warm hands against his cheek as the pain started to subside slowly, the words echoing in his mind. He opened his eyes, slowly, the light hurting it slightly from being shut so hard. He could feel some tears at the edge of his eyes, but his mind was so scrambled he couldn't acknowledge them right now. He didn't. His body was limp and weak as her face became clear.

Ginny looked at him, kneeling down next to him, her hands on his cheeks staring at him. She was worried, afraid. He looked haunted, pained and most of all tired. "Draco," she called again.

"Yeah," he whispered softly, the word coming out in a breathy whisper. It was hard to talk, but he knew that slowly he would be well again, just like always.

"What happened? Are you ok?" she asked in a concerned voice that he took note of. She seemed so out of it and so concerned, that he was somewhat touched.

"I am fine," he said ignoring the first question. He slowly started to stand up before staggering and falling back.

"Don't," Ginny immediately instructed. "What's wrong with you?"

He looked at her, now knowing that mostly everything that he felt had subsided. "Nothing," he said in a rather harsh voice and quickly got up. His hand braced against the wall feeling a head rush coming on. He closed his eyes once more until he felt everything had stopped spinning.

Ginny had stood up as well, knowing that he was stubborn and wanted to keep what was wrong with him a secret, but what she was sure he wasn't aware of was that she was even more stubborn. "Nothing huh? So that little minute and half while you slid down the wall in total agony was nothing?" her voice dripped with sarcasm as she said this.

He looked at her angrily. "What do you care?"

"I could ask you the same question," she retorted. She knew she was getting to him. She could see the anger boiling up in his eyes. All thoughts of making it to Muggle Studies gone from her head, she focused on the mystery in front of her.

"It was just a headache alright," he finally caved giving the lightest answer possible.

"That didn't look like a light headache Draco," she pointed out. For some strange reason she was worried about him. She didn't know why, nor did she want to know why because she was sure she wouldn't like her reason, but she was worried about him.

"Well it was Weasley. Don't you have somewhere to be?" he asked trying to get rid of her. Ginny shook her head and went to pick up her backpack.

"Yeah I forgot. Have fun with your *light* headache," she sarcastically said before leaving him standing there staring after her departing figure.

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Later that night Ginny had gotten an early dinner before heading into the dungeons for her detention. There were two reasons for her early dinner. One being that she didn't want to see Harry and Hermione or anyone else, and two being Draco Malfoy. She had seen too much of him as it was. During lunch she had rushed in right after class was finished, grabbed something to eat and left for her dorm room.

She hated sneaking around like she was, the thought of it all driving her mad, but she did. She just wasn't ready to face everyone that broke her world, namely Harry and Hermione.

So she stood knocking on the door to the dungeon office waiting to be put through a night of hell. And it was 'Friday night no less,' she thought.

She walked through the door finding Snape sitting at his desk writing something. Her eyes roamed around the empty room and she walked towards the desk, feeling that small pang of fear that she always did whenever in the presence of Professor Snape.

"Good to see that you've made it on time," Professor Snape greeted without looking up. "Just have a seat. You have another companion who will be joining you for detention tonight."

Ginny did as told, wondering who it would be. She just hoped that it was someone she liked, that way this night wouldn't be as terrible as she knew it would be.

A few minutes later the doors opened and to her surprise Draco walked through. She was immediately suspicious. For Draco to get detention... that was very unlikely seeing as he was in class with her and she had not seen him getting detention. But not only that, she knew that Professor Snape liked Draco. He was part of the Slytherin crew... so why was he here?

"I am sorry I am a tad bit late," Draco grumbled out to Snape. This was all because of Professor McGonagall, but now he saw his luck in it all. She was busy tonight so she had told him that he was to come to Professor Snape's office and to his very good luck... Ginny was here as well.

"No problem Mr. Malfoy. I was just about to give out the assignment," Snape said quickly standing up. His wand appeared in front of him as he said something under his breath and a large cart filled with cleaning supplies appeared in front of him. "There is a dungeon that's in dire need of cleaning. Your job is to clean it and I don't want to see any spots left. If I do, you'll keep cleaning."

Ginny looked at the cleaning supplies dreadfully. Her attention was now towards the cleaning supplies. She was temporarily happy that Draco had been the one to walk through that door, thinking that Snape wouldn't give them anything too hard, but she must have been mistaken. She got up and followed Snape and Draco out the door that led towards the dungeons.

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After nearly half an hour of dusting and coughing, Ginny finally dropped the broom in anger. Snape had forced them to do everything Muggle style, taking away their wands and she had been suffering through continuously dusting and sneezing, not to mention coughing. "God I hate him," she muttered.

Draco who was not really caring about it at all, just stood against a corner, which he had obviously cleaned for himself and smirked at her. She turned around and narrowed her eyes at him. "Why aren't you working?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders indifferently at her question. "Why should I when I have you to do it?"

"Oh you think I'll clean everything up for you huh?" she retorted stepping forward towards him, hands on her hips. Draco took note of her roundly shaped hips that were nearly perfect.

He shrugged indifferently once more. "Yeah."

The answer angered Ginny. "Well I am not so get off your high horse," she told him angrily before turning right around and picking up the damned broom. The room itself was pretty much empty, except for one corner, which held piles and piles of boxes. She looked over towards them and curiosity got to her before she walked towards them.

Draco watched thinking that that was not a good idea. The boxes were placed pretty high and they didn't look all that well. He said nothing as Ginny walked closer towards them and opened a box towards the side that didn't have another one on top of it.

Ginny opened the box to find books inside of the boxes. She wondered what these were doing down here, but then she noticed that they were very old versions. She read the title of one (Bugs and Dragons: the Ultimate Connection). She wrinkled her nose at the title. What did this have to do with anything?

She opened the book out of curiosity and suddenly large bugs flew out of it and she heard a loud roar coming through the pages. Immediately she snapped the book shut dropping it back in the box and nearly jumped a few feet backwards. She heard snickering behind her and turned to face Draco. "You think that's funny?"

"Yeah," he said laughing some more. She narrowed her eyes at him once more. "I am tired of this place," he muttered looking around.

"Yeah well we'd be out of here if you HELPED some," she said disgustedly, obviously angry with him.

He looked at her before coming forwards towards her. "You are cute when you are angry," he said with a smile.

"What?" she asked not expecting that answer.

"You look cute when you are angry," he repeated standing now in front of her. His hand went to her hair once more as he stared into her eyes.

Ginny didn't know what was going on. One minute they were bickering and the next he was telling her she looked cute? "What games are you playing Malfoy?" she asked suspiciously.

"I am not playing any games Weasley," he whispered in return before bending down to kiss her.

Ginny immediately moved her head, the kiss landing on her cheek. Draco immediately pulled back and narrowed his eyes towards her. Ginny smirked at him and came somewhat close to him. "I don't want you to ever touch me Draco Malfoy," she told him smirk perfectly in place before moving away from him and going back to work knowing that she had gotten to him. She knew that it was going to be a very long night.