Amor Prohibido

Amor Prohibido

Chapter Three

Ginny lay in her bed angrily looking up at the scarlet canopy. Her face held an expression of an angry scowl mixed with confusion. After Draco had left, she had stood outside staring at his back for quite some time before deciding it was ridiculous and made her way back to her room. No one was around, much to her pleasure and she had not been interrupted.

Now she lay in her bed for nearly two hours still angry, still thinking of everything, analyzing it over and over in her head. She just couldn't get the answers that she wanted. Why was she angry with him anyway? Why did she care whether he lived or died? Why did he have to be such a jerk?

Getting up from the bed, not enjoying the constant thoughts of anger that floated around her mind, she walked over to the large window. The lake was a beauty with different color leaves on the ground surrounding it. She sighed.

She needed to find some answers. She needed to talk to someone she trusted about all of this. In the past two days her life had turned such dramatic turns. Caring for Draco Malfoy was one of the things that topped off the list of dramatic turns.

She was suspicious of Draco's motivations. There was no question about that. But what were the motivations? How could she find out? She sighed and walked over to the dresser sitting down and staring at herself.

Her family has always hated the Malfoy's. Her brothers and herself have been joked about, made fun of and ridiculed by Draco Malfoy. He was the son of a Death Eater. Why should she get involved with him?

And what was up with those kisses? One minute she pushed him away when her brain would kick in, but when he kissed her... everything just seemed to melt away. She had never been kissed like that, with so much passion.

It drove her crazy just thinking about it. Her reactions were not normal for her. She was a shy person, yet when he kissed her like that she lost all control and totally abandoned herself. She shook her head and noticed her reflection once more in the mirror. Her cheeks held a light blush at the thoughts.

Her long hair reached past her shoulders and ended a few inches above her hip. She touched the red hair and crinkled her nose in distaste.

Seeing the scissors in the neatly kept corner she picked them up. Looking back at the reflection, she took out her wand and said a small incantation. She sat still as the scissors started to cut her hair.

She continued to stare for nearly ten minutes when the scissors finally finished. She looked at the end result and was surprised at how grown-up she looked. Her hair was now shoulder length, a bit layered. It made a halo around her face and she smiled at the look.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and she heard Hermione ask for permission to enter. Ginny looked back at her reflection and then back at the door. "You can't run forever," she said to herself and stood up. Pointing the hand-me-down wand to the mess she made, she said another incantation and the mess disappeared.

She opened the door and smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes at a shocked Hermione. She stepped back and Hermione made her way in, gaping. "What... what did you do to your hair?" she asked surprised.

"I needed a new look," Ginny said, a slight blush creeping up on her face. She walked over to her bed and took a seat.

Hermione momentarily got over her shock and she too sat down on the bed. "How are you?" she asked cautiously.

Ginny played dumb. "I am fine."

Hermione looked over at her doubtfully before turning to her so that she completely faced Ginny. "I know that you are having problems with this whole Harry and I thing Gin--"

"No Hermione! Don't start," Ginny immediately exclaimed, standing up and walking over to the window. "Just don't start with this whole thing. I don't want to talk about this."

"Ginny I am sorry. I know that you liked Harry and--"

Once more she was cut off by a strong voice from Ginny. "I told you I didn't want to discuss this," Ginny replied, turning around. She saw the apprehensive look on Hermione's face. "Look Herm I am happy for you, ok? You and Harry... I hope you guys have the best of life. I always knew that the two of you would one day get together, ok? I had a simple crush on Harry, a crush that I am getting over."

"But I know that you must be hurting," Hermione said, standing up as well.

"Yeah. At first I was a little hurt, but it doesn't matter. You and Harry are happy. I know this and I accept it. Don't make it any harder for me Hermione," Ginny told her.

Hermione nodded. "I just hope that we can still be friends."

"We are friends Hermione. Just because you and Harry got together doesn't mean that you stopped being my friend. And it's probably a good thing that the two of you got together. I knew that Harry Potter would never look at me the way he looks at you and it's about damned time that I moved on and not be a lap dog following him everywhere."

"Don't talk about yourself like that," Hermione stated.

"It's the truth. This doesn't make us any less friends," Ginny told her honestly. Hermione smiled and gave her a hug, which Ginny returned stiffly. "I do like the hair cut. It makes you look more grown-up."

"Thanks," Ginny said with a smile on her face.

"Well I am going to go downstairs and tell the boys that you are ok. They've been worried about you too." At this Ginny just nodded. Hermione walked to the door and then turned back. "Oh and Ginny, Collin was pretty upset. You may want to talk to him." Again Ginny just nodded at this and Hermione left with a last smile.

Ginny sighed. At least that part was over and she had been mostly honest with Hermione.

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Draco sat in the Slytherin common room in what he called his chair. The comfortable dark green chair suited him just fine. There was a slight buzz around the room as some of the Slytherins joked and talked amongst themselves.

His mind wasn't anywhere in that though. He was still thinking of the incident that had happened earlier that afternoon. He could've killed her... but what was even more strange was the message that he received. 'Kill her of course...'

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought. He didn't even know who's voice it was that he kept on hearing. What was wrong with him? He closed his eyes as if to recapture the image and try to figure out who the figure was, but nothing came to him. It was as if he hadn't even seen anything... but he knew... he knew that he had seen something.

The headache was stronger than any other one he had ever had before. He opened his eyes again, not wanting to think about this any more. The door to the common room opened and Pansy Parkinson walked in.

He groaned silently and started to get up, hoping she hadn't seen him, but it was probably his unlucky day because she immediately rushed over to him. "Oh Draco where were you today?" she exclaimed, throwing herself at him.

He recoiled from her touch and pushed her away. "I was around. What business is that of yours?" he questioned, keeping her as far away as he possibly could.

She pouted and started to move towards him again, but this time he moved away. She was so damned clingy. "Well today we had plans, remember?"

He honestly didn't remember what plans she was talking about. It seemed as if she always made plans for them that he was never aware of, but he was supposed to know. He shook his head, his eyes revealing the annoyance that he currently felt.

"We were supposed to go shopping in Hogsmeade!" she exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes. Of course. All she wanted to do was waste his money. As if he even wanted to waste his money on her. "I had other things to do," he replied and pushed away from her quickly, making his way up to his dormitory.

She followed, not caring that she was entering the boys dormitory seeing as she had already seen all the rooms in there. She chased after him as he entered his dorm room that solely belonged to him because of the few words his father had with Professor Snape, and went inside herself.

She leaned against the door, her back arching a little giving him an enticing view of her ample breasts that were covered with the rather tight robes. She looked like a damsel in distress who had just ran away from her captor and was breathing hard. "Draco..." she started, moving towards him.

"Pansy I am not in the mood," he told her, ignoring her attempt to come closer to him.

She dropped the little act and crossed her hand over her chest. "What is going on here Draco Malfoy?"

He looked at her incredulously. He regretted that he had ever slept with her. She sucked in bed, not to mention was whiny, clingy, snobby, even though she was pretty.

The day's frustrations started to engulf him. "Pansy leave," he ordered through gritted teeth.

"Why? You've been ignoring me for the past few days," she whined. She stepped closer to him, staring into his ice-cold eyes, and running her hand over his chest. "I need you."

He took her wrist in a harsh grip; his jaw set straight, his teeth clenched. "I don't need you," he clearly stated. He threw her hands away from his and moved away from her. "I don't need you. I don't care if you need me. Just leave me the hell alone Pansy. I am sure you can find some other guy to fuck you," he told her, his cold eyes scaring her.

"You don't mean that," she denied.

"Pansy I mean it!" he exclaimed, now furious. He never lost his control before, but he was annoyed with her. "I don't want you to talk to me. I don't want you to come on to me. I want you to run the other way if you see me. Whatever it is that you think we have going on in that delusional mind of yours, FORGET IT!"

She looked at him angrily, furious herself. "You'll regret this Draco Malfoy. You think you can kick me to the curb like that? Well you can't."

She slammed the door on her way out and Draco growled in frustration. Taking the vase that was at the end table, he threw it against the door. His hands then ran through his hair that was in his face. He had to do something about all of this.

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Ginny sat in the Great Hall eating dinner, still feeling his eyes on her back. It had been nearly two weeks since the 'incident'. She had kept it to herself, even though she was curious to find some answers. But everyday would be the same. Every time they saw each other he would stare at her, but never say anything to her.

It was as if she ceased to exit in his eyes, yet he kept staring. At first she was sitting on the other side of the table and his eyes would sometimes connect with hers. After two days of this she had switched her seat with Collin, but she could still feel the stare.

Her hair cut had gotten her a lot of attention, much more than she would've expected. Halloween was nearing and for some reason she had greater expectations for that night than ever before.

She had gotten used to seeing Harry and Hermione being together, even though it hurt a little. She was acting normal, but her time with Draco kept playing over and over in her mind. It just wouldn't go away and she hated that.

She nodded along with what Collin was saying, not really listening to what he was saying. Deciding that she was tired of feeling his stare on her back she excused herself and left the Great Hall.

Draco had been watching her for the last two weeks. He wanted to go to her for more then one reason. Ever since he had decided that he would not go and see her, his headaches have become more frequent than ever before. He had one nearly every two or three hours.

He didn't want her to get hurt. He had remembered the words that came to him that day when they had taken the broom ride and ever since he silently swore to stay away from her.

He was first taken aback to see her in the Great Hall that night with her hair cut short. She looked more like a temptress in his eyes that night. Her hair was in very light curls in that fiery red and she had worn a light lip-gloss that made her lips look so kissable. He had resisted all of the urges, suffered through the pain of his headaches, just so that he wouldn't hurt her.

If there was one thing he feared it was that he would become like his father. Despite everything he did, he hated his father with a strong will. He never wished to be Death Eater like his father, but he knew that the time would come very soon. Hogwarts had protected him somewhat from getting the dark mark for seven years, and as soon as this year ended, he would have it.

But he wasn't willing to let Virginia Weasley get hurt because of him. That would mean that he was just like his father.

Seeing that she was getting up and leaving the Great Hall, he sighed. He needed to do something about all of this. Even though he wanted to stay away, something kept compelling him to go after her. His head started to lightly ache and he knew that he was going to be in trouble once more.

Getting up, he quickly left the Great Hall hoping to catch up with her. He needed to find out what all of this was about. Maybe he'd been going about it the wrong way.

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Lucius Malfoy stood in front of the dark lord, fearing what was to come. "I am sorry my lord," he said.

"He has not been listening to me. It has gone on for too long Lucius. If he doesn't do as I tell him to then I will kill you and him," the dark lord's voice was seething with anger, had the impact of an avalanche, and was cold and cunning.

Lucius fought not to flinch at the tone, failing miserably. He would get the boy for this. "He will follow my lord. I assure you," he promised, though he doubted it himself. He would not allow himself to be killed off, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

"He had better. Two weeks have already slipped through my fingers and I will not go on any further. The boy acts... or you die," he said coldly before apparating from he room.

Lucius looked at the spot where the dark lord had been and cursed under his breath. He walked over to where his desk was and took out parchment and quill. He started to scribble a note to his son and then left to owl it to him.

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Draco followed Ginny until they reached one of the less frequented hallways near the dungeons. He had followed her and believed that she didn't know he was following her.

Suddenly she turned around and furiously stared at him. "What do you want Malfoy?" she asked with venom in her voice.

It hit him like a slap on the face, but his face showed no emotions. He was surprised that she knew he followed her, but that emotion didn't show on his face either. He held onto his cool facade and stared at her. "Just thought I'd say hi."

"So you follow me?" she asked incredulously. She was sure that he had something else planned. "What do you want Malfoy?"

"I can't see how you are doing?" he replied, stepping forward towards her. "I see that you've been associating with Potter and his Mudblood girlfriend."

"Don't call her that," said Ginny angrily. He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. "What business of yours if I hang out with my friends?"

"Seems like you got over Potter real fast," he commented.

"What would you know about anything?" was her reply.

"Well considering that you did get over him so quick, one has to wonder why you even chased after him for years," he said looking her straight in the eye. "Tell me V, what was that attracted you to Potter? Was it the reputation he received for being a wimp or was it his not so good looks?"

"What business is that of yours and why the hell are you calling me V?"

Draco sighed. This was getting him nowhere fast. He shook his head and turned serious. "We need to talk. It's important."

The tone he used reached her somewhere and she nodded. He started to lead her towards a hallway that she didn't quite recognize. Stopping suddenly, he ran his hand along the wall and then suddenly stopped when the wall opened up.

"How do you know about this place?" she asked immediately.

"Cause I do," was his simple reply. They walked inside of the room which was surprisingly comfortable looking. There was a couches and coffee tables. It looked as if it was a sitting room of some sort.

"What is this place?"

"It used to be used as a meeting room for the perfects and the teaching staff," he replied curtly, taking a seat on the sofa.

"How come they don't use it anymore?" Ginny asked, taking in the surroundings and following suit.

"Cause they don't," he replied, shrugging.

"What do you want to talk about?" she changed the subject.

He sighed, knowing that if he wanted to get some answers he would have to reveal something to her. "I want to talk about my headaches." Her mouth turned into an 'O' shape, but she stayed silent. "They've been getting worse lately."

"Why don't you just go and see Madame Pomfrey?"

"Because I am sure she wouldn't understand," Draco replied. Ginny rolled her eyes and dismissed what he just said. "V these aren't normal headaches alright? These have something to do with you."

This made her confused. "What do you mean?"

"Every time I get those headaches I hear a voice. I don't know who's but I do and I can't really tell what that voice is saying, but it's like a droning sort of sound," he lied. "And I see your face at the end of them."

Ginny's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Why would you see my face?"

"I don't know, but I am sure that in order to figure this out we need to work together."

"Work together?" she asked. He nodded. "And do what? See if you have another headache?"

He shook his head and stood up. "It was a bad idea to tell you about this," he said dismissively, going towards the wall/door.

"No it wasn't. If I am involved then I needed to know," she replied, standing up as well. "What do you suggest we do?"

He turned around, knowing that that tactic would've worked and it had. "Well as far as I see it the headaches don't come if I listen to what the voice says."

"But I thought you couldn't hear the voice. That it was a drone," she said suspiciously.

"Sometimes I can. It's usually mixed with the drone and the headache, so it's hard to comprehend it," he replied smoothly.

She nodded. "I'll help."

He slowly crossed over to where he stood and his hand went to her hair. He was so fond of her fiery tresses. He let the pieces of hair slip through his fingers and his eyes finally connected with hers. "Why did you cut your hair?"

She shrugged her shoulders, not really expecting that question from him. She had been asked that over and over by almost all of her friends. "I needed a change."

"It looks good," he whispered lightly, his eyes lost again the tresses that continued to slip through his fingers.

"Thank you," she said, watching the expression on his face. He seemed lost all of the sudden. "Are you alright?"

"Huh?" he asked, looking back at her. He then realized her question and nodded. "Yeah I am."

Before she could stop herself she moved to her tiptoe and kissed him full on the lips, surprising not only him but herself as well. The kiss was light and patient at first before it became greedy and passionate. Her arms encircled his neck, his hand thursted themselves into her hair. Both moaned in unison as their tongues danced together.

He started backing her up until they reached the sofa where she fell backwards in a plump, with him following her. The kiss continued before he moved his mouth to her jaw, down her neck, and close to her breasts that were covered with the robe.

Her eyes forced themselves open when she felt his lips on her neck once more and she pushed him away just lightly. "Don't you dare think you can get away with giving me a hicky again," she warned him.

He chuckled lightly before biting her softly on her upper neck so that she would have no way to cover it unless she wore a turtleneck and purposefully left his mark on her.

She felt it and growled in anger. Suddenly finding the energy and strength, she flipped him over, sending the two of them tumbling to the cold floor. He looked at her surprised and she just grinned wickedly before kissing him on the lips, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

The whole vision of her on top of him was now embedded in his mind as her lips trailed down his jaw and into his neck, leaving more than a few marks on him. She grinned at him triumphantly and stood up suddenly, much to his disappointment.

"What are you doing?" he growled in frustration, frowning.

"What? You think I was going to let you get away with that?" she asked innocently before heading to the wall/door and sliding her hand down it as she had seen Draco do. The wall opened up and she walked out with a wink to him. He just stared at her departing figure with wide eyes and complete surprise.

He growled in anger and sat up. He started to pull himself together, silently promising to get her back.

Ginny walked down the deserted hallway blushing furiously, remembering her actions not mere minutes ago. She buttoned up her robes all the way up once more and straightened her clothing as she made it towards the Gryffindor tower.

She knew that she had gone a little too far--- or maybe she hadn't. Whichever it was, it wasn't right. She acted in a way that she had never acted before. For some reason she is never the same person when he kisses her like that... with so much passion and demand.

She shook her head trying not to think of those thoughts right now, her face feeling as if she was burning up. She walked straight ahead and made her way towards the common room.