Amor Prohibido

Amor Prohibido

Chapter Two: Secret Meetings

Ginny stretched languidly on the bed, her eyes still closed, her body feeling rather sore, but comfortable for now. A few morning tears slid down her face as she yawned loudly and stood up. Looking at the clock she noticed just what time it was, twelve noon. She had the pleasure of sleeping in late because it was a Saturday. None of her roommates seemed to be around, probably out. This was a Hogsmeade weekend.

She walked over to the bathroom, flashes of the night before going through her mind. She had been cleaning for hours while hearing Draco occasionally obnoxiously commented on something or laughed snidely. She had turned around every time he had made one of those stupid noises to find him with one of the books from the boxes.

After hours and hours of cleaning her side of the room (she had drawn imaginary lines that she didn't think she should inform Draco of), she had finally managed to get done. The boxes were perfectly lined up and fit together so as not to tilt. It was nearing four in the morning by the time she was done.

She had headed for the door when Draco stopped her. "You can't leave Weasley. You still got the rest of this room to clean," he had called after her.

She had turned around furiously to look at him. "I am not going to be cleaning the rest of this Godforsaken dungeon. I am done with my half, and this is your half."

"Well you know Professor Snape isn't going to let you go until you clean up the rest of it," he had smirked.

She narrowed her eyes towards him and had said with venom in her voice, "I don't care. He won't let me go? Then I'll just stay in *my* corner of the room. I am not going to be cleaning up after you."

He had shrugged carelessly. "Whatever. Guess we'll be stuck here for some more time," he had said.

"Well you can consider that to be your fault. You should've been cleaning instead of standing around doing nothing," Ginny told him with a smirk on her face, walking over to her corner and taking a seat.

"Well I was busy doing other things," he muttered.

"Like what?" she snorted out.

He didn't bother to answer her. He dropped the book unceremoniously on the floor and reached inside his robe pocket. Ginny's eyes widened when she saw him pull out his wand. "Where did you get that?" she asked, immediately becoming suspicious. Had Snape only taken her wand? No, she had seen him take Draco's as well, but then why was it that Draco had one?

"What, you think I don't keep a spare?" he asked as if it was the most obvious thing. He was about to cast a cleaning spell when she came forward, pointing a finger towards him.

"You had a wand all this time and you let me clean up this the Muggle way??" she yelled at him.

"Hey, you were just cleaning up your side of the room," he told her before going back to casting the spell. As soon as he was done, his half of the room was shining spotlessly. She looked around with a shocked face and furiously screamed. He looked at her, confused at the scream, before watching her head towards the dungeon doors.

"God I cannot believe that bastard!" she had been muttering as she started to leave. She then turned around suddenly towards him. "Why the hell didn't you at least say something?"

"Maybe I liked staring at your ass," he retorted back. Now he could see her angrier than before.

She came forward towards him, an accusing finger pointed at him. She wanted to speak, she wanted to say something but she was too angry. "How the hell could you---" the sentence didn't even finish because of her anger. "You are a sick son of a bitch! You know that? You let me work for hours, and then only for me to find out that you had a wand all along that we could've used--"

He tried to catch everything that she was saying as she sputtered off. His back hit the wall and he desperately wanted to shut her up. Grabbing the back of her neck he pulled her towards him crashing his mouth on hers.

She was surprised at first before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. A forbidden moan came out when she felt him slip his tongue inside of her mouth.

The kiss was hungry and passionate, unlike any other kiss she had ever felt before. He turned them around, pushing her against the wall, his hands finding hers and entwining their fingers together. He held her hand against the wall, parallel to her shoulders, kissing her hard.

But soon, his hand started to wonder around her body as his lips moved to her jaw, her ear, nipping, kissing, licking, then back towards her neck. He bit ever so lightly, nipping and leaving his mark on her, unbeknownst to her.

Ginny's senses were blocked only temporarily before she pushed him away, even though her body didn't want to. Her head was screaming at her for doing something so foolish. "Draco no," she got out pushing him away with all the energy she could muster up. Her legs felt weak, her body all heated. All she wanted to do was kiss him and forget her thoughts, but they were annoying buzzards and she just couldn't.

He had stared at her confused. "Don't ever do that," she said mustering up energy. She dropped her gaze from his and quickly ran out the dungeon door, him on her heels.

Ginny got out of the bathroom after taking a long shower and walked towards her room. No one was around the dormitory and the thoughts of what had happened last night made her face flush. She closed her room's door behind her, towel drying her hair.

Walking over to her trunk at the end of the bed, she took out some new clothes and a robe. Once she was done dressing, she walked over to the dresser that all of her roommates and her shared and started to put on some lip-gloss when she noticed it.

"Oh I will kill him," she said to herself angrily, seeing the purplish like mark on her neck. She noticed just a small portion of it from her robe. She growled in anger before pulling the robe closer and buttoning the top button. She looked like a damn nun right about now.

Hearing something knocking on the window, she turned around seeing an owl. She walked over to her window, opening it and the owl flew in landing on her shoulder. "Hey sweet thing," she whispered, taking the attached note and walking over to where she kept some sweets. She gave the owl one and it immediately flew out the window.

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Draco sat at the top of the large tree that was not very far away from the forbidden forest, staring off at the sky. He had woken up around ten in the morning, never really having been a late sleeper. He had pretty much enjoyed most of last night, even under the circumstances. It was true when he had commented that he had liked watching her ass all night.

He did like it. He liked watching her doing pretty much anything. Did he understand this fatal attraction to her that he had? Did he understand the constant headaches that he got with some weird voice speaking about her or the images that he got when the headaches were about to disappear?

No he didn't. He didn't understand any of them. He didn't understand anything because he was supposed to hate the Weasleys. She was a Weasley and he wasn't supposed to be attracted to her, but he was.

The headaches became worse every time he tried to fight them. They had been a daily occurrence ever since the school year had begun. He tried ignoring them at first, but they had only gotten stronger. And she had witnessed him having one of those headaches.

He couldn't help but admit that he liked having her care for him. He liked seeing her concerned, though he didn't understand why. Sure he had motives of his own. It seemed that the headaches came less and less when he pursued her.

Well maybe he could get something out of this whole horrid situation. Maybe he could get her in his bed. It would be a challenge. She seemed to have problems every time they moved passed kissing. Hell she had problems as soon as she gained enough brain cells to actually think after he had kissed her.

He smirked at the thought. He wouldn't admit that he felt the same way. Never. But he knew that that was how she felt anyway.

He saw the owl heading his way and he waited patiently. That must mean she had gotten his message. He just hoped she decided to meet him.

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Ginny read the simple note once more.

Meet me [It read] at the large willow tree near the forbidden forest--Draco

"Forbidden forest," she said out loud, pacing the length of the room. Why would he want to meet her? And by the forbidden forest no less?

She tried to get rid of that curiosity she felt. It would do her no good to see him again. And why would he want to see her anyway? What was he up to? "Don't Ginny. You know that curiosity is what killed the cat," she said quietly to herself, still pacing.

Finally looking at the mirror of the dresser she sighed. She picked up her comb that she had left on there and brushed her hair. "It would be just one quick trip. Plus what do I have to do here anyway? Everyone is at Hogsmeade," she said to herself staring at her reflection. 'Yeah and you could go and join them in Hogsmeade instead,' her brain screamed.

Finally ignoring the thought and deciding to go ahead and go meet him, she looked at herself once more, righting her clothes before walking out of the room to see what it was that he wanted.

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Draco waited quite some time before he saw her coming towards the tree where he sat. He smiled a smirk knowing that she would've come. He pulled his cloak a little closer to him, the cold autumn wind starting to pick up.

He came down from the tree and leaned against it as she reached him. Her cheeks were slightly red, probably because of the light cold. It gave her pale face some color.

Her arms crossed in front of her as she stood in front of him. "You wanted to meet?" she asked.

He just nodded, looking at the surroundings around them rather than directly at her. "Yeah," he said and then remained silent, looking everywhere but where she stood.

"And?" she hinted, getting annoyed very quickly. He asked her to meet him here because he wanted to stay silent and not talk to her? The thought just made her furious.

Draco looked at her, finally realizing what she meant by that 'and'. "Yeah...um..." now he was lost for words. What was wrong with him? Draco Malfoy was NOT a man to be lost for words. He always had something smart to say. Then why wasn't he saying anything??

Ginny looked at him with curiosity. What the hell was he trying to accomplish? Realizing that he may not say anything she turned around ready to march off away from him.

Realizing just in time exactly what she was about to do, he grabbed a hold of her arm and turned her around. Her eyes were furious and it was as if fire was igniting within them. He felt more attracted to her than he had ever before. She was always so sexy when she was angry. He shook his head silently trying to come with some reason for asking her to come here.

"I just wanted to talk," he said. 'Damn it Draco. You couldn't come up with a better line than that?' his mind screamed at him. His face took on a light scowl at the thought and she narrowed her eyes once more.

"Ok. About what?" was her simple answer, her eyes still narrowed. She could see the confusion and the question in his own eyes. What was he trying to do?

"Well um..." he mumbled out taking his hand away from her arm, sure that she wouldn't leave now. Or maybe not so sure... he just wasn't sure. 'Draco you fool! You act like Neville Longbottom one more time and I'll show you the real meaning of talking you dumb fool!' His face became more confused at his brain's thoughts.

"Alright Malfoy. What game are you playing huh? Tell me right this minute, otherwise I am going to leave," she threatened. 'What is wrong with him? It's like he is thinking of something but his face is one of confusion and scowl. What the hell is he up to?'

Looking over to where his broom stood against the tree he got an idea. He turned back to face her, now his confident smirk/smile back in place. "Would you like to take a broom ride with me?"

"What?" she asked, astonished at the request. Or was it even a request? Or maybe it was a question?

"Really Weasley. You have got to do something about that hearing problem of yours," Draco commented and she narrowed her eyes at him.

'He must be bluffing. Well I won't let him get away with that,' she thought. "Alright," she said with a confident smile and stood in front of him, hands on her hips, ready for her broom ride with him.

He smiled unexpectedly, not really expecting her to agree to the broom ride. Then biting his tongue and nodding he grabbed the broom. "Let's go," he said.

A small time later she had her arms wrapped around his waist, her head near his, looking at the view from above. It felt strange to her at first to be doing something like this with him. Was she even supposed to be doing this? Why did he want to anyway? What were the reasons behind this whole escapade that he was playing?

She tried to rid of those thoughts. She had always liked a good ride on a broom, but she had never taken a broom ride with someone else. And having that first experience with Draco of all people... well it was strange, so very strange.

She could feel his taut muscles under his robe and probably a shirt under that, but she could feel them none the less. She felt shy, a blush creeping up on her face at the closeness that she felt right now with him.

It was unexplainable. The attraction, the need, and the many firsts... it was all different and definitely not the way she had imagined them to be for her. She had always thought that Harry Potter would be the one to give her something like this and she was sure this wouldn't be what she was feeling, but it was.

She had learned for her mother that in the wizarding world a broom ride was like a guy giving you your first flowers, or a piece of jewelry, even though those held their own positions, the broom ride did as well. It held a certain gleam and importance about it. She furrowed her brows at the thought of accepting the broom ride not because she wanted to but because she thought he was bluffing.

She hadn't thought that he was serious, but now that she was riding with him it felt very real and maybe even special.

She tried to get rid of the thoughts that kept popping into her head and actually pay attention to the view below them. She could see the hills near the lake. Their shadows fell across the lake, which was beautiful itself. Then of course the many leaves that fell in different colors on the still green grass. Hogwarts looked large as well and from above she could see pretty much the entire castle from two different sides.

There was the Quidditch field and the large rings on each side. Her attention drew back to Draco when she noticed their speed slowing down some.

"You ok?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

"Yeah," she said quietly. For some reason the ride seemed to calm her nerves some. "It's beautiful up here."

He shrugged his shoulders. He could feel her arms around him, her breaths on his cheek, her front pressed closed to his back. It all felt so good and he could barely keep his breathing straight.

Why was she affecting him this way? No one affects him like this and she, for some reason, seemed to. "You want to go fast?"

She looked surprised at the question and shrugged her shoulders. He took that as a yes and started to guide the broom to start on a fast sprint. Very soon she felt her hair being blown by the winds, the beautiful view now a mess of blurred images.

"You trying to kill me Malfoy?" she asked sarcastically as they made a whole circle around the lake, near the forbidden forest and back to the beginning of the lake.

'What will you do to her?' his scared voice asked trying to sound brave.

'Kill her of course... but that would be after I am done with her. Bring her to me Draco... bring her to me...' the voice answered.

Draco felt the headache come fast, faster than he had ever received them. Suddenly his vision was blurred, his body felt weak, all his attention on the pounding headache.

"Draco!!" Ginny screamed, seeing the broom heading towards the lake at a fast speed.

Draco heard her call far far away. He knew that something was wrong, but the words... the image of Ginny's pained face... it just wouldn't go away.

"Draco stop this!! What are you trying to do??" Ginny yelled again, trying to control the broom, but from where she sat she couldn't do anything.

Draco suddenly realized that they were very close to landing in the lake as his vision slowly started to become clear. Her yells sounded louder and louder. He grabbed a hold of the broomstick and swerved to the left making Ginny yell in fear once more.

He started to move very fast downwards only to slowly come down and come to land a perfect landing. He could feel his heart race and the fear of what would've happened had he not gotten his senses back in time starting to become real.

Ginny immediately got off the broom and stood in front of him, her heart racing fiercely. "What the hell were you trying to do to me? Kill me? Was this another way to pull one on the Weasley family? Or perhaps even Harry?" she yelled at him.

He couldn't see her. The rush of fear of what could've happened, the pounding headache starting once more he suddenly felt light headed. His eyes were closed, shut tightly, his hands on his forehead trying to stop the ache, but it wasn't working.

He tilted to one side before falling completely, unconscious with Ginny worriedly right beside him.

"Draco... Draco... come on... what's wrong?" Ginny called frantically. "Oh God," she whispered under her breath feeling his pulse. It was there, he was breathing, so what was wrong with him? She shook him again and called him over and over... no response. She looked back at the far away castle and then back down at Draco. "Come on Draco. Wake up," she called again.

His face was amazingly pale and looking very pained. Slowly, she saw his eyes blink. She gave a sigh of relief and started to call him some more. His hand immediately went to his head, the headache finally subsiding for good.

"Ginny?" he asked, not sure of his surroundings.

"Yeah I am here," she whispered fearfully.

He started to sit up but fell back down immediately, feeling the rush. He closed his eyes breathing hard before opening them again. "What happened?" he asked weakly.

"We nearly died," Ginny replied. His face scrunched up in confusion and thoughts of what he heard, what had happened coming to him. "We need to get you to the hospital wing," she stated.

"No," he immediately stopped her.

"Draco you can't just say no! You just lost control of the broom and we nearly died. And that's aside from the fact that you were unconscious for the last minute or two," she scolded.

"Ginny I don't want to go to the hospital wing. It was a headache alright?" he tried to reason.

"A headache??" she exclaimed hysterically. "A headache that threw off your whole sense and vision? How could you possibly call that a simple headache?"

Then her eyes turned into suspicious ones as he sat up, this time without the head rush. "Is this the same type of headache I noticed you having yesterday?"

He looked at her. 'Damn it. She's too smart for her own good.'

When he didn't answer her she continued to draw her own conclusions. "How many times have you had those headaches Draco?"

"Not may times," he replied tiredly. "Look it doesn't matter. I am fine. You're fine. It's best if we keep this little incident to ourselves."

"Draco, something is wrong with you. I can tell and I really think that you should get some help," she said earnestly, but also in a firm tone.

Draco immediately stood up, not wanting to hear any of it. "Ginny, I don't need a doctor. I don't need anyone checking up on me alright. Just leave me alone," he exclaimed before grabbing the broom and running towards the castle, leaving her looking at him in shock and anger.

"Damn it Draco. You know damned well there is something wrong with you. Why won't you get help?" Ginny said to herself, seeing his retreating back as he ran inside of the castle.

*************Three Broomsticks**************

"Has anyone seen Ginny?" Collin asked Harry, Ron and Hermione. They all shook their heads no.

"I don't think she came," Hermione offered.

"That's not like her. She has hardly been talking to anyone," Collin said worriedly. Ginny and him were very close friends and he was worried about her. He suspected that it had something to do with Harry and Hermione hooking up.

Harry, Hermione and Ron all looked worried as well. They too had noticed how she seemed to pull more into herself. "I'll check on her when we get back," Hermione offered.

Collin nodded his thanks and left the three to what they were doing. Hermione had a pretty good idea just what was wrong with Ginny and it made her feel guilty.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked noticing her face looking one of worry.

"I don't know. I just feel like something is really wrong. We should really try and talk to Ginny," she replied.

Ron nodded. "We will when we get back." She nodded as well realizing that right now there wasn't anything else she could do and continued to listen to Ron and Harry talk about Quidditch.