Oops!!

Pre-story Author's note: This story is wholly and solely dedicated to Raine Malfoy aka Sarah, my friend (she has written a fabulous story titled "Blue-Eyed Angel" and is a brilliant artist). I took up this fic as an idea of hers.

See this link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52279456/

I wanted a muse for my One-Shot and I was presented one by her drawing (the link). I have loosely based this entire fic on what she wanted to write herself, with a few minor changes. So, the characters do not belong to me, nor does the idea of this fic! I just took up the idea and put it in my own words.

It's dedicated to you... RAINE!!!!

"Oops!!"

"Well, well, well... isn't this a lovely way of Sprout to punish me for doing her a favour, even though she didn't think it was one." Ginny heard a drawling voice from the doorway and recognized it, pronto. "You know, I wondered what it'd be like to spend a detention with the Lady Weasley."

Ginny looked at him lazily and rolled her eyes. But inside she was cursing her previous impulse to pull up from the waistband; she was feeling icky and sweaty in the horrible heat of the dungeons. Presuming dumbly that her detention partner would be a girl, she had not hesitated for a second when she reduced its size to less than half of its original.

Pushing aside her dread of sitting with Malfoy in her shortened skirt for the whole evening, Ginny bent over the parchment she was working on. "If you call wasting an entire tub-full of Pepperbush Plantae Pus while smirking at your girlfriend to impress her," she said dryly, pasting a sick smile on her face, "I wonder how many people are in debt of your oh-so-generous, selfless help?"

"Ah, the little Weaselette knows her gossip, though it's a bit twisted, but with enough spices in it (1)!" Malfoy smirked, eyeing her with amused intent.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, but said nothing as she returned to her Herbology scroll she intended to finish while waiting for Snape to come and assign her detention.

Malfoy moved with a slight swagger he had acquired due to his recent affection of Firewhisky mixed with Muggle rum, and sat opposite her at the table. Ginny bit back a groan as her knee brushed his and the revelation of her skirt hit Malfoy. She sighed shallowly and continued her work.

Minutes passed as they waited for Snape to arrive, the only noise in the dungeons were of her scratching quill and Malfoy's deep but scratchy breathing as he just looked at her. Ginny was feeling fidgety by each passing minute. She was energetic girl by nature and couldn't sit in one position for long, but she was afraid of confirming Malfoy's knowledge of her shortened skirt, even though she knew she would have to stand up eventually. This was the very reason she was feeling so restless as she felt the evil and conceited Slytherin looking her as if she was some amusement for him. He smirked once as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried to discreetly tug her skirt down. She snatched her hand back up, but didn't look at him and continued her homework.

She finally grew tired of this hide-and-stare game just for his apparent amusement and looked at him sharply, surprising him for a fraction of second, to her delight.

"Malfoy..." she took a deep breath.

"What?" he interrupted, sounding thoroughly surprised, as if it was her who had disturbed him and not the other way around. Ginny was sometimes shocked of how unpretentious he acted towards her whenever she had the misfortune of talking to him, even when he knew that the Trio had asked her to tail him to find out what he was doing around school.

"Stop staring at me," Ginny said calmly as she continued her work.

"The fifth property of Snargaluff's Stump-it's wrong. They're allergic to secateurs and no scissors (2)," he pointed out drolly to her after a minute, his voice an intended slur.

She had had enough. She slammed down her quill hard on the table, emitting a loud bang. "Enough Malfoy! Stop pes-" she paused as her mind belatedly registered what he said. She snatched up her parchment and skimmed through the mentioned point. "Really? I remember Sprout telling us it was scissors-are you sure about Secateurs?" she asked, suddenly feeling flustered that it was Draco who had pointed out her mistake.

Malfoy tutted in mock sympathy and turned the parchment towards himself as he picked up the quill and corrected the mistake, smirking as he handed the parchment back to her.

Ginny was sure her thoughts were still circling around Harry when she blurted without thinking, "Why aren't you willing to join the Order?" She placed her hands on her mouth in horror as soon as she realised what she had said.

Malfoy had put the quill down and was looking at her straight into her eyes. She realized belatedly that he maybe using Occlumency on her and quickly looked down at her book.

He merely smirked. "I'm not using Occlumency," he said and Ginny narrowed her eyes, not believing him. "Your thoughts are too Gryffindor to be read easily without even using Occlumency," he stated pointedly and Ginny closed her eyes for a second and jerked back at the strange sight in front of her.

Malfoy was sitting in a very comfortable position, gazing at her in laughing interest, with his elbows propped on the table and face resting in his palms. After contemplating his answer, he asked, "Why should I join the Order and save you? Why should I save any of you-"

"It's not us you're saving-" Ginny cut in, rolling her eyes at his pompous presumption.

"Keep consoling yourself of that, Weasley junior," he drawled, looking at her as if she was a first year claiming she could concoct a potion to relive the dead. "I'm not the sixteen year old I was last year when I tried to kill Dumbledore. I have my mother hidden in a place no one could even try to guess, not even my mother herself," he said, punctuating his slurring tone by raising his eyebrows.

"But you can't escape Voldemort's clutches for long," Ginny pressed.

"And you think The Order can?" he shot back; his eyes twinkling with unsuppressed mirth.

"We have proper resources to delay him long enough for Harry to dest-" she stopped abruptly as she realised too late that she had said too much.

"You don't think I have my own resources? Surely you must have remembered the Hand of Glory last year!" he spoke triumphantly.

"That was a Dark Artefact used for the wrong purpose," Ginny hissed back, pressing her palms on the edge of the table and leaning towards him.

"Wrong purpose or not, we are talking about availability of resources here, aren't we?" he shot back.

Ginny could only just splutter at it.

Malfoy smirked, recognizing his victory at this argument. "So... it's not my skin I need to save, Weasley. The truth is that Potter knows that I might provide him an insight of the working of Voldemort's inner circle, constituting of my father once, which even Snape has been proven incapable of. That's the reason why your brother asked you to follow me all last year.

"So tell me, why should I save you? Why should I save any of you? When at least five of your family and precious Potter (3) tried to capture me in the last six years, one nearly succeeding when they stunned Snape while we were escaping from the Order," he hissed, his eyes darkening so dangerously Ginny nearly gasped. He suddenly smirked, his eyes returning back to their normal gleaming state and lounged at the back of the chair.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" she muttered desolately.

"You have no idea," he drawled, as if she was a child.

Ginny opened her mouth to retort back when the door opened and Snape entered the dungeons, making his usual dramatic entrance and breaking the tension that hung between her and Malfoy.

"I need to go with Headmistress on some urgent mission and may not return 'till dawn. But don't be glad," he said as Ginny smiled. "You still have to do serve your detentions. You will be replenishing the storage fluid of my specimens kept in my office-without magic. And do not," he warned, pining Malfoy with a look that Ginny missed entirely, "attempt to steal any potions from my personal cupboard or you'll be sorry." He took their wands with the sweeping motion of his own wand. Ginny looked at him in shock and opened her mouth to speak when he interrupted. "I am taking your wands, considering the, lets say, explosive comfort level between you two. You will receive your wands in the morning during the breakfast," he said, raising his eyebrows, challenging Ginny to retort, which she, intelligently, didn't. "You may start." He exited the dungeons with an equal drama.

Ginny sighed and turned towards the inner office when the door opened again and Snape peeped in. "And yes, I have only two pairs of Dragon-hide gloves, which are not re-usable. Once you remove them, they can't be used again. The liquid may prove corrosive to skin except your mouth and hair. So be careful as to where you put the liquid." The door shut again.

Ginny looked at Malfoy for few moments and taking a deep breath, stood and set out to start her work. Apparently, Malfoy decided to head towards the same point. This resulted in a rather forceful collision between the two.

"Ouch!"

"Watch where you're going Weasley," Malfoy sneered amusedly as he caught her elbow to stabilise her.

Ginny wrenched away her elbow, scowling at him and folded her arms across her chest. He kept looking at her in fake puzzlement, so she snapped, "Divide the office in two parts. You do one, I'll do another."

Malfoy rolled his eyes, but they finally decided on two portions (rather Ginny did, Malfoy just agreed) and after folding up their sleeves, they put on their gloves and set to work. Ginny picked a dozen jars on a tray and sat beside the clear storage liquid to reduce unnecessary time wastage.

After a few minutes, Malfoy promenaded beside her, bearing his own tray of jars, which contained about two dozen jars. He sat beside her and gazed at her, not doing his work. Ginny tried to pay no attention to him.

"Weasley?" he finally spoke.

"Hmm?" Ginny muttered, non-committing.

"What are you doing right now?" he asked her, his face in his hand resting on the table by the elbow. The nerve of the git to disturb her, while doing nothing himself! Ginny now really realised that his sole aim in life now was to irritate the hell out of her, just because he seemed to get kicks out of it.

"Obviously talking to a git," she replied, without taking her eyes away from the creature she was transferring back to its original jar.

"Obviously. I meant are you busy right now?"

"No, your Majesty. What can I do for you?" she snapped. "Can't you see I'm serving my detention?" Malfoy just shrugged at her, giving her look that plainly said 'don't-get-all-snappy-on-me', and swaggered over to the table at the other corner and started his work.

Ginny continued her work for another couple of hours, wanting to finish off her work fast and rush to her dormitories to catch up on her sleep. But alas, that was not written in her fate that night as Malfoy triumphantly clapped his hands and announced rather dramatically, "I'm done!"

Ginny was shocked and outraged beyond imagination. She stared at him open mouthed. Malfoy wrinkled his nose and leaned back, motioning her to close her mouth as if it was the most disgusting and revoltingly derogatory thing he had ever seen.

Across the room, Ginny spluttered, "Finished already? I'm only half done!"

"That's because you're a half wit," he said promptly.

"That's because you took the easier half!" she snarled at him viciously and continued her work, grumbling all the while as she emptied the jars, and then refilled them with clean fluid.

"You yourself assigned me this particular portion. Accept that you don't know to finish off your work in a proper way and time, dah-ling," he drawled, exclaiming with tiny waving actions of his hands.

Ginny was too angry to respond to him. "Who does he think he is? Merlin?" Ginny grumbled to herself after a few minutes of scrubbing her jar with savagery. "I'm sick of his baiting me by his oh-so-smarty remarks. Oh, how I want to strangle him!"

"'HIM' is still in the room," his voice sounded near her and she looked up at Snape's main table to see him sitting on Snape's chair and reading some parchments, which Ginny suspected was her Herbology parchment.

Ginny stared at him and if looks could kill, Malfoy would've had his funeral already.

"'HIM' should shut his mouth!"

"Fine," he retorted nonchalantly as he made a sweeping motion with his hands above her parchment, which Ginny realised he was reading and correcting her mistakes. Her anger vanished before she could think Merlin in her mind. "'HIM' now won't complete what he intended to do," he finished as he set the quill down.

Deciding that this whole situation was much, much too uncharacteristic of his bad-boy image, Ginny knew that Malfoy had to open his mouth and ruin the overly perfect moment. Well, at least he tried to ruin the moment. All he succeeded in doing was making Ginny laugh.

"You know, if I were not a normal girl, I would say that you're cute when you pretend to be mean," she managed to say through her bouts of laughter.

Well, that certainly ruined the moment. Malfoy gave her a revolted glare and drunkenly stepped back the table.

"Excuse me?" he said, offended and horrified at the same time.

"I said some abnormal girl might say that you're cute when you pretend to be mean," Ginny repeated, furrowing her brow in confusion. Wasn't it a perfectly rational thing to say?

"Well, it isn't so. No sane or insane girl can say that to me," Malfoy slurred back, Ginny wondered if her thoughts were too velar to read even without Occlumency. He continued, waving his hands around to stress his point.

"First of all, Draco Malfoy is never cute," he stated solemnly. "Drop dead gorgeous or incredibly sexy, definitely, but never cute. Only bunnies and stupid children and other completely despicable things are cute," he said, appalled. "Second of all, I don't pretend to be mean. I am mean. I am merciless and malicious by nature; I certainly have no reason to pretend to be mean," he said, finishing with his droll. He paused for a second. He then opened his mouth but closed it again, looking confused. Then he spoke again. "I'll tell you Weasley, I am terribly offended!"

Ginny frowned and looked at him sceptically. "Can't you be honest for one moment?" she asked. "Why the entire facade? Just say that you wanted to help-that's it!" she shrugged. "Honesty will only help and nothing else. Every person can trust an honest man!"

Malfoy's eyes popped at her. "Me? I'm dishonest..." he said confidently, as if being an honest man was derogatory. "And just to correct you, dearest Weasley, a dishonest man-you can always trust him to be dishonest, honestly. It's the honest ones you have to watch out for, because you can never guess when they're going to do something incredibly stupid..."

Ginny snickered. "Who told you that?" she asked incredibly.

"Ah, you don't know me as much as you claim to your brother," he whispered to her, looking straight in her eyes, and then Ginny was sure that he was using Legilimency on her. "I don't need other people to tell me what to do now--especially with Potter's precious help. My father can't dictate me anymore."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I'm having this conversation with you!"

"Because you enjoy talking with me," he stated confidently.

"You are obnoxious," she retorted, aghast.

"Oh?" To her horror, he was smiling at her. Granted, it was more of a smirk than a smile, but she couldn't help but suddenly understand why her dorm-mates fantasized about this particular blonde Slytherin at night. "Is that the best you could come up with? I would have preferred nefarious. Perhaps even diabolical. After all, Lucifer was the most handsome of the angels before he fell--and doubtlessly the best-dressed amongst the group."

"I don't think angels wear clothes," Ginny said, neither paying attention to him, nor to the jar she was refilling.

"Hmmm....Weasley--you seem to have a fetish towards the scarcely dressed--or rather--undressed angels!" he cried happily. "But still," he switched the track before Ginny could open her mouth to retort. "You know, you wouldn't have lasted a week--or cut it down--even a day if you would have been in any house other than Gryffindor," he said musingly, as if the thought had registered to him just then.

Ginny made a face. "Huh?? Why?"

Malfoy didn't reply for a moment and then he looked up. "You Gryffindors have a very specific way of talking, walking, and even laughing." He rolled his eyes. "Like you. Whenever you laugh, I swear I can hear an undertone of misplaced bravery and worthless Potter-worship. Anyone who cares to deny that you still fancy Potter is in serious need of a Head-Healer," he finished, smirking drolly at her.

"Merlin, Malfoy... who knew you could be so vile," Ginny said through gritted teeth, absolutely furious at the mention of her non-existent fancy towards Harry. "Don't blurt out things you know nothing about."

There was a silence as neither of them said anything. Finally, growing uncomfortable, she started a conversation, though with an extremely foolish sentence. "I don't think Voldemort would be foolish enough to give you entry into the Death Eaters camp!"

"And I don't think I'm quite ready to take up the Dark Mark," Malfoy added. "Imagine! That hideous blemish on my perfect skin." His flippant manner was back.

"Malfoy, shut up. This is serious."

He flashed a sudden, wicked grin. "And what makes you think I'm not?"

Ginny enunciated carefully. "Are you a spy for Voldemort?"

His grin disappeared. "No." There was silence for a moment before he spoke quietly. "Weasley?"

She looked up at him and inwardly cringed at the lack of expression she saw. It was a sure sign for alarm. On the outside, however, she exuded confidence and indifference. "Is there something you needed?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That is a loaded question," he smirked while eyeing her up and down, hesitating at her lips.

"Let me rephrase it then. Is there a reason you accosted me and are disturbing me from finishing my detention?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, there is. I have a question to ask you," he frowned. "Weasley, are you on some kind of mission to make my life miserable?"

She almost fell from her chair she was laughing so hard at his absolutely absurd question. She had assumed it was something frightful. "No, it just comes naturally!"

"Pipsqueaks!" he muttered under his breath.

Ginny stifled what sounded like it just might have been a laugh. "You sound just like Ron!"

"No I don't!" he said, horrified. "I am not going to countenance being compared to the Weasel."

"Then shut-eek," she started but cursed as the slippery creature wriggled out her grasp and landed on the floor, but not before hitting her soundly on her face. "Catch it!" she yelled as she quickly got out of her place and stood poised to catch the creature back.

"The 'it' you are talking about is called a Bundimun (4). It's very rare these days... So I don't think Severus will be happy if we loose it," Malfoy said casually as he stood up to face the Bundimun, who was skittering away stealthily from them.

"I know Malfoy; I too have read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. And since when are you and Snape are on first name basis?" she asked incuriously.

Malfoy didn't reply, but made a grab for the green, fungi like creature. He failed however, as the Bundimun jumped a few feet high and Ginny felt a stinging pain on her face. She belatedly realised that the slimy creature had hit her, again, on her face.

"It's probably eager to get away from you, Malfoy," Ginny remarked as she rubbed the sore spot just beside her lip. "It knows you're poisonous."

"No less poisonous than your tongue, I'm sure," Malfoy replied, sounding distracted. He made another lunge and finally captured the hateful creature, which tried to wriggle out of his grasp but was finally placed inside his jar.

"Wel-" he started to say.

"Fuck!" Ginny swore as she brought her hands in her vision. The gloves were smeared with something purple...something unmistakably like-

"Bundimun secretion!" Malfoy said, and to her horror, she heard a distinct ring of alarm in his voice. "Did it bite you?" he asked, as he (surprisingly for his drunken attitude a few minutes before) quickly started rummaging through Snape's drawers, looking for something.

She forced her mind to think. "I don't know, but I did feel a stinging near my lip, here," she pointed out to him.

He looked at her, frowning. "Do you have any idea how we can remove the poison from your body?" he asked stupidly.

Ginny was angry but couldn't focus. "No, I register we don't have our wands also." She shook her head to clear and mind and went towards Malfoy, but lost her footing and stumbled.

Malfoy looked at her, startled and rushed to her as she fell on the table. "Try to remain still and don't move much, Weasley. I'm trying to find something over here to suck the poison out of your system."

Ginny was manifestly feeling nauseous and dizzy now. She didn't care about anything but a nice bed to sleep upon. Her mind didn't process what he was saying. She smiled lazily at him. "Can I get a nice bed? I am feeling sleepy."

She dimly heard him curse something. She then felt something warm, warm like lips, on her bite.

Her vision suddenly cleared quite, but not fully. "Malfoy?" she asked softly.

"Hmm?" he replied while spitting something and again placing his lips on her bite, making a sucking sound.

"Are you kissing me?" she asked, her vision clearing faintly.

"Not really," he said nonchalantly. "As we don't have any thing to pull it out," he said through gritted teeth, before spitting the poison on the floor. "And we can't remove our gloves; I thought it was better to just suck out the poison." He rubbed the spot softly with his thumb. "Here. Better?"

Ginny tried to nod and move away, but instead fell into his arms again. "I don't think so. I am feeling strange, calm, and peculiarly sleepy," she moaned, feeling panicky in the far recesses of her mind.

He again started sucking on her bite. Unintentionally, he placed his lips just a bit left, so that his lips touched the corners of her lips, while still sucking out the poison. She hissed softly as she felt the poison being sucked away from her skin, "Sss... That's so much better."

Malfoy looked up sharply at her as he spat on the floor. He stared at her for a few seconds, as her vision cleared again steadily. She blinked sleepily for a few seconds and as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt, rather than saw, his mouth descend softly on hers.

It was awkward, forced and cold. It was not until Malfoy slowly sucked her bottom lip Ginny actually got the feeling she was kissing someone. And it was Draco Malfoy, no less.

The air from his nose tickled her face, and when he turned his head slightly while deepening the kiss, a very strange tickle went down her spine. Ginny found it hard to keep her senses intact, all the while trying to keep her teeth reasonably shut so he wouldn't be able to get his tongue into her mouth. This was so very, very wrong. She was sharing spit with the ultimate evil, and for some ridiculous reason she was unable to draw herself away from him.

To top it all, he, Draco the Arse Malfoy, ended the kiss with a grimace. It was when he looked towards the door did Ginny realize that somebody had knocked outside.

"Ginny?" came a muffled question from the still closed door to the potions classroom.

"Colin!" Ginny whispered and rushed to get to the door, unthinkingly removing her gloves. "Coming, dear," she said loudly and opened the door. "Yeah?"

Colin tried to peer in the classroom from the crack Ginny had opened to talk to him. As he realised that Ginny wouldn't accommodate more, he said grumpily, "Well, Luna and I are going to the Lake, and Luna thought that maybe you had finished your detention and would like to join us?"

Ginny thought for a second. "I'm so sorry, Colin. Almost half of my detention is still left. I'll be lucky if I get to the Common Room before midnight, and it's only nine right now," she said.

Colin looked dejected and sympathetic. "Okay...I suppose we'll meet tomorrow during the breakfast then?" he said, nodding. "Goodnight then!"

"Bye," Ginny whispered softly and turned. Before she could even take a step forward, the door behind was locked with a click and she was pinned against the door. Malfoy had quietly crept up behind her while she was talking to Colin and had ambushed her as soon as she turned.

"Wha--uumf!" She let out a panicked cry before Draco bent his head down to kiss her hungrily.

It was then that Ginny resigned herself to the kiss, quite happily in fact. She let out a silent moan. Draco thrust his tongue inside her mouth as her mouth opened. It was earth shattering for her as their tongues clashed for the ultimate power. Her knees buckled in the typical romantic way and Draco supported her, letting out a small chortle while stopping her from falling (she reckoned very later that Draco too had removed his gloves by then). Once she was stable, Ginny felt her hands going to his hair, and playing with it.

"Oh, Merlin!" came the sudden gasp from him. He kissed her jaw-line, moving to her neck and moving his one hand towards her shirt and other to the skirt that she had bunched up at her waist.

The first two buttons of her shirt opened like petals and Draco trailed his kisses through her hollow to her collar-bone to the just visible cleft between her breasts. His hands moved tantalisingly from her stomach to her back 'till his long finger played with the elastic of her bra through her shirt, while he planted small kisses on the cleavage. In her inner mind, she knew she should stop him, but her heart heard no reasoning. She moved her hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. She felt herself lost in its feel, grabbing a handful and gently massaging the skin beneath.

She opened her eyes and drew back to see his face. His mouth was slightly open, his breath coming in short gasps. His eyes had turned dark and smoky, making her shiver. Draco leaned into her again, his mouth taking her lower lip in, warm and moist, gently sucking on her. The tentative touch of his tongue made her shudder, she opened her mouth and he again came inside her. Fire was racing through her, turning her pliable. His tongue, gently probing and dancing with her own, was making her head reel. She felt a moan in her; she knew that it had come from herself. He tasted too agonizingly sweet, too much like Firewhisky, she wanted time to stop-she wanted the kiss never to end.

The end-that's what she thought as she let out a strangled gasp. Draco quickly pulled himself away and stared at her; for once he seemed completely flustered. Ginny might have laughed hysterically if she wasn't so disconcerted herself at the position she found herself in.

"Um," Draco said as he started backing away from her, his arms outstretched in a defensive manner. "I think I've finished my detention. So I'll just-"

But he couldn't complete what he intended to say as Ginny ran and collided with him, sending them toppling over. And before they even hit the floor, their lips were joined in a frenzy to get the maximum taste of each other. Ginny landed on Draco with a thump and they both let out an "Oopf!" through their still locked lips as their breath was taken from their lungs.

Ginny broke the kiss when she felt the lack of air. She looked at Draco and almost let out a giggle. Draco too grinned and chuckled softly. He looked at her deeply and just played with her hair, making no attempt to stand. Ginny blushed and looked down, which was a mistake as she was presented with the view of his shirt clinging to his abdomen, which unlike the rumours was neither too shapeless nor too finely chiselled. She could just make out a hint of his six-pack abs. She played with the button she knew was just above his belly button. Draco put his hands just below her hairline and pulled her in for yet another kiss.

This was her most groping kiss Ginny could surely claim she ever had. Her hand was roaming with a frenzied passion, sandwiched between their bodies. The other one was playing with his hair, pulling and massaging them alternatively. She moaned when Draco broke their kiss and trailed kisses all over her face except her lips. His right thumb was roughly playing with her bottom lips, pushing them slowly from one side to another, making Ginny sinfully frustrated with the friction caused at her lips. Ginny's dam of patience broke when he kissed her repeatedly at the corners of her lips, but not full on her lips. She stood up abruptly, and pulled him jerkily with her.

"Up you get!" she snapped as he stood up, surprise written all over his face. She quickly pinned herself against the wall just beside Snape's table and grinned mischievously, pulling him roughly towards herself. When Draco just looked at her, his surprise now effectively suppressed, she rasped out huskily, "You were attempting to tease me over there, weren't you? Well, that was a dismal attempt if I am to be frank," she pointed to the place with a jerk of her thumb without even glancing at that spot on the floor. Draco just smirked. Ginny replied saucily with one of her own.

Unexpectedly, she raised her left leg and rubbed her calf against his leg teasingly. As he bit back a sigh and leant forward to kiss her, she turned her head away and just positioned his head at the nape of her neck and held it there, allowing him to lick there. She sandwiched his hands tightly between herself and the wall and rubbed his leg again with a bit more passion and slower than before. He drew in a sharp breath and attempted to move his head, but she held firm, earning another groan from him. Her other hand snaked at his waist belt and pulled out his shirt. She poked her index finger again over there and made a rubbing motion over the skin just underneath his waist band, all the while rubbing his leg. But she was surprised when he bit into her shoulder, and let out a surprised gasp at the feel of his teeth at the sensitive spot on her shoulder.

"Why Weasley," Draco rasped into the curve of her neck, "I never knew you had it in you." He pulled back his hands and firmly wedged one knee between her legs before shifting his back, pinning her more tightly against the wall, so that she could scarcely breathe between him and the wall. Ginny thought she might be persuaded to say something when she felt his tongue licking lightly at the spot he had just bit. She all but yelped when he bit down, again.

"Do us all a favour here," he drawled as he clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up, Weasley." He returned back to pay attention to her shoulders, all the while playing with the bunched waistband of her skirt.

Ginny grabbed his hair and pulled his face away. "I don't think I intend to do that!" she murmured in her most seductive voice and just looked at his lips, knowing that he was watching her with amused interest. Then, out of blue, she pushed him roughly so that he landed on his back at Snape's table, his knees bending uncomfortably at the edge of the table. As he motioned to stand up again, Ginny grabbed his knees and pushed him easily, making him totally sprawled on the table. There was a loud cluttering as parchments, ink bottles and various other stuffs were pushed over the table.

Draco gave her a feral grin as he realised what she planned to do. Her stomach clenched excitedly as she interpreted the hidden meaning behind his smirk-cum-grin. She hoisted herself over him. She wedged her right knee between his legs and leant in, pausing just a breath away from his lips.

"Tell me, Draco?" she whispered huskily, her eyes roaming from his lips to eyes and back. "Should I really shut up?"

Draco let out a guttural groan and hungrily put his hand on her head, pulling her in for a kiss leaving her totally devastated at the sheer ecstasy of it. She whimpered weakly as she clenched her eyes tightly, not being able to hold the upcoming tension she felt in her stomach. She cupped his face softly with one hand, while making a quick work of his tie and dropping it (and a candle in the way) on the floor (5). She sucked his lips softly, sliding hers suggestively against his. She bit his bottom lip lightly when he tried to delve his tongue into the seam between her lips. To sooth him, she ran her tongue on his bottom lip and then plunged it inside his mouth, and played an exotic snake-dance with his tongue.

She again bit his lip hard, but because of the surprise and excitement she felt when she felt his hand on her thigh, just below her hip and her skirt, which was already quite high enough. She pulled her head back but was quickly pulled in again for a kiss as Draco held her tightly by her neck, all the while making patterns on the skin of her upper thigh. It felt ticklish and she finally allowed herself to let out a small chuckle.

"Why, Weasley?" Draco murmured against her lips. "Don't you have a thing for boys pinned underneath you?" he asked seductively and to her surprise, snaked his hand inside her skirt, and started playing with the trimming frill of her knickers. She let out a moan, arching towards him, and exposing a larger part of her neck for him to kiss and suck hungrily. His other hand moved towards her shirt and opened the rest of the buttons of her shirt, and she realised belatedly that her tie was lost long before sometime between their kisses.

She shivered involuntarily as she felt the cool air hit her naked shoulders. Without even opening her eyes, she returned his favour with equal gusto but more slowly, revelling in opening each of his button with a kiss on his skin.

His breathing was getting laboured with each button as she went down. He started fumbling with the inside slip she wore (especially for her Quidditch practices, as she tended to get excessively sweaty--and she hated her shirt sticking to her chest), trying to pull it above her head. Ginny stopped his hand and guided it towards her breasts and held it softly there 'till he got the message and rubbed his hands there softly. Ginny let out a contended sigh as she went back to his lips and kissed him deeply, softly and passionately. She pulled Draco's shirt apart and was happy to see that unlike her brothers, he wore no vest. After grinning at him cheekily, she bent down and kissed his nipple. He gasped and jerked towards her, his mouth open.

He grabbed her head, hard. "Oh, no you wicked wench!" he said gutturally, and gripped her hard.

Ginny, realizing what he intended to do, frantically said, "Don't even think of it. We'll topple over."

Draco just grinned at her. "Did no one tell you that I am better than Potter at my reflexes?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "As if you--whoa!" she screamed as she felt herself quickly rolling so that instead of Draco, now she was the one underneath. She peered over her side. And they didn't topple over either.

"Hmm--impressive," she murmured.

"Not impressive enough to cloud over what I'm going to do now," he said, his voice full of naughty promise.

Ginny didn't even have time to think of what he planned to do before he bent down and sucked hard at the hollow of her collar-bone. Ginny buckled at the satisfaction that washed over her. But she tensed visibly as she felt him going lower, certain that he would soon reach to remove her slip. But she just felt him smile against her skin, as he just pulled the top of her slip down, before kissing the skin where the trim of bra started. He paid equal attention the other breast, rubbing it through the slip with his thumb.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"I think, 'Oh, Draco' would suffice," he mumbled naughtily and Ginny laughed, feeling his chest vibrate as he accompanied her.

"Prat," she whispered, as he again started kissing her on that spot, making her anticipate more and more.

Finally, her cry of "Please," made him firmly push the neck of the slip down enough for him to take her nipple in his mouth to suck hard, 'till she was writhing beneath him.

"Draco?" she complained.

"I thought you were uncomfortable," he stated and removed the said piece of cloth. "Lovely!" he breathed as he pulled away her slip from her head. At least that was what she thought he said almost inaudibly. He kissed the cleft between her breasts hungrily like a thirsty traveler who had found an oasis.

Ginny was panting beneath him, the pleasure unleashed within her; far beyond her control...she wanted to return what he did to her. She wanted him to pant with need for her, just like she did. She reached for his head and pulled him to her. She kissed him hard, tasting her own sweat and revelling in it. It tasked so sinfully delicious when it combined with Draco's own breath, his own taste.

Ginny wanted more. She put her left leg over his back and pulled him closer. She could feel his arousal; it was nestled right in between her legs. She arched herself into him once again and moaned louder this time. It was heaven this feeling.

"Bloody hell, witch, why do you deliberately provoke my lust? Do you want me to just take you now?!" Ginny knew he wouldn't be able to stand much more of this. She knew he had to gain some control back, set his own pace.

She used her right leg to pull him even closer. She felt as if she was falling, her head was spinning and everywhere they touched was on fire. She arched again, rubbing in small circles. Waves of heat washed over her, again and again. She threw her head back and cried out. Her legs were clenching him closer, she couldn't stop herself. If Hogwarts were on fire she wouldn't care, she wouldn't know, so all consuming was this feeling. With one loud moan the last wave came, so slowly yet it seemed over so quickly.

Her legs went slack as Draco pulled up to remove his trousers. "Oh no you don't, you can't use my body like that and expect me not to reciprocate," he accused sexily.

She wasn't sure what he was talking about; her ears were still humming. She felt him pull her knickers down and off her legs. Then she felt his mouth there. She bucked up. Oh my, not again, she thought. His tongue was doing things she didn't know were possible. Her hands went down to his head and she ran her fingers through his hair anchoring his lips on her. She felt the heat and spinning all over again, this time it came faster but stronger. She threw her head back and cried out his name. Draco pulled himself up and pushed his way into her. She felt so tight and slick he knew he couldn't hold out anymore. He braced himself above her and with one thrust was all the way inside her.

Ginny clenched up. She was just recovering for the second time when she felt him inside her. It was a nice feeling, until her maidenhead broke, and then it was quite painful. But she had known it would be; she wasn't that naïve. He tensed as he realised what had just happened; slid in and out very slowly so as not to hurt her any more. He was sweating, and his muscles in his arms were bulging.

She knew he hadn't experienced the same wonderful feelings she had, not yet. She also knew he was trying to be gentle. How sweet of him, she smiled to herself as she once again wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer.

She ran her hands down his back and over his buttocks and back up again. With her heels in the small of his back she pulled him back into her. He groaned out loud and pushed in even farther as his body shuddered. She felt his body tense up, just as hers had done twice tonight when that feeling had come over her. He put his head into her neck and kissed her. He tried to sit back up but Ginny didn't want to let go just yet, so she tightened her legs and held him down.

He kissed her neck and snuggled, still lying on top of her but Ginny didn't mind; she didn't mind the slightest that the supposed most hated enemy had had sex with her...and they both fell asleep.

***

Ginny woke with a chiming. The chiming of...the Hogwarts clock!

"Draco, get up!" she hissed, shaking him hard. Groggily, he woke up and looked at her for a few minutes, an untamed grin on his face.

The clock chimed again and he cursed loudly, his smirk vanishing instantly.

"See what I meant?" Ginny said hysterically as he quickly got away from her, reaching around for his clothes frantically. "We're late...Snape might be here any moment. It's midnight and I was supposed to be at the Tower before midnight!" she said and was ready to pull her hair herself as she put on her clothes quickly.

"Oh--shit...darny darny shit!" she cursed loudly as she saw that she hadn't finished her part of the detention. She stomped her foot in frustration.

"I wouldn't worry if I were you," Draco said nonchalantly as he buttoned up his shirt. "I'll cajole Severus. You just get to the Tower."

Ginny bit her lip. "You're sure?" she asked sceptically. "He won't give me another detention?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door.

"Wait," cried Ginny and rushed to the table. "I need to take my Herbology assignment. I've to turn it in tomorrow morning."

As she searched for her Herbology parchment among the other scattered parchment, she realised what a mess she and Draco were leaving behind. She saw the broken inkwell and acknowledged despondently that she would require another tomorrow. She quickly picked up what was left of her stuff and grimacing again at the lies Draco would have to tell the next day, she grabbed his hand and they ran back to the Great Hall just in case someone would find them.

"Well, it's adieu, then," muttered Ginny to him as the parting way came.

Draco was back to his snarky self. "Sure, Weasley!" he smirked.

They both turned their back towards each as they went the opposite ways. As they went, both wondered when the Malfoy-Weasley had turned to Draco-Ginny. What they didn't know that both of them were sporting a goofy smile, which would've put them in trouble if any of their friends had seen them.

***

Ginny was back in her dormitory, and removing her clothes as she realised that she had forgotten her slip in Snape's office. She hit her pillow with a thump, worried as to how Draco would worm his (or rather their) way out of that.

~~ End~~ (or not??)

(1) I wanted to put in the story as to why Draco got a detention, with someone as lenient as Sprout. Well, you see -if anyone didn't realize it yet (which can be blamed easily on my faulty writing) I loosely based my Draco on Captain Jack Sparrow of Pirates of the Caribbean. After the sixth part, in order to hide his vulnerable side, he has started drinking. So...he was swaggering in his usual way during the class, earning quite a few giggles from the members of the opposite sex. Even after Sprout's warning, the giggling didn't stop and finally resulted in Draco loosing an entire tubful of the juice, that too because the girls were crowding around him for his attention.

This was the last straw, and Sprout gave him the detention.

(2) The Snargaluff Stump belongs to JK Rowling. The plant has been specified very clearly in the sixth book.

(3) The counting of people wanting to kill Draco is just an exaggeration on his part.

(4) Bundimun also belongs to JK Rowling. It has been specified clearly in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. I suggest you to read it.

(5) This is the particular part I tried to describe the scene Raine has so wonderfully depicted in the drawing. Haven't seen it still?? See it here: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52279456/

Post-Story author's note: Many many thanks to Raine, who had enough faith in me to have trusted me with her baby story -her own idea of a fic. I hope she is satisfied with what I've written.

I know this is one of the many "The whole detention pretence to make them make out/kiss etc", but it still holds a special place in my heart. So, do not point out this point to me again, or I may tend to ignore the whole of your review ;)

Also, as I said, this is One-Shot. BUT, if I get ENOUGH reviews demanding to, I'll try and fit it in according to my full fledged chaptered D/G story, Newly Weds -after consulting with my beta.

Also, many many thanks to my beta -Danielle. I couldn't have posted this story if she wouldn't have agreed to beta read for me.

Luv ya' both -Raine and Danielle....