Giving Up Little Girl Dreams

Giving Up Little Girl Dreams

"Damn it!" Ginny Weasley muttered into the dark night. "Where is he?"

She was looking for Harry Potter. He had suddenly disappeared out of the common room, and no one had seen him go, which had piqued her interest. You'd think Hermione and Ron would at least have noticed, but they seemed to be very busy with each other that night. Ever since they had started going out, they were so lovey-dovey it was sickening.

What about Harry? Their best friend? Harry could not just go wandering about on his own anymore. It was too dangerous. Ginny was afraid of Harry getting hurt by sneaking off on his own or being lured away by some agent of evil. That would be very much like him. He could be so reckless and headstrong at times.

To everyone at Hogwarts, she was supposedly over him, as if that could ever truly happen. He had been her first crush, the boy who'd dominated her dreams for years. If they only knew! She would never be over him. She had dated enough other boys to put up a good front, but she couldn't completely let go of Harry Potter.

Something about Harry would always be able to grab her heart at unexpected moments. It wasn't his looks. He was skinny, and his hair was always messy, and he had baggy clothes and those silly glasses. He also had a really ridiculous temper at times. However, he made up for it by being the boy-who-lived, her brother's best friend, and rich besides.

In her mind, she could see it all: a beautiful wedding, maybe even a double wedding with Ron and Hermione. She could see a house, with everything in it brand new and perfect. She could picture sitting by the fire on Harry's lap, with their children at their feet. They'd be beautiful, smart children, with red hair and green eyes. There would be one big, happy Weasley family, just as it should be. She could see it all. It was easy. She had imagined it so many times.

Ginny walked around Hagrid's hut, and seeing nothing unusual, she then headed toward the lake. There was a place Hermione had mentioned once. She had commented once on a spot by the lake where Harry liked to go and sit when he needed to think. Maybe Harry just had something on his mind tonight. Ginny was determined to find him, and find out.

Then as she drew near the shimmering water, she heard a moan in a voice she recognized, and Ginny's heart almost stopped. It was Harry. She was sure of it. She was too clever to just rush up, though. She drew her wand carefully, and slid along the bank until she came to a tangle of shrubs. She would save him, and he would be grateful. She would be the heroine for once. She would show him how important she could be to him, and after six years of trying to get his attention, they would be together at last. This was the moment, when all she had done, everything she had hoped for, would come into play.

Then Ginny looked into the brush, and saw that there was a clear spot of ground next to the lake. Harry was with someone, and he really was moaning, but he was not being tortured. There was no agent of evil. Harry was shagging Luna Lovegood, who was lying naked on a cloak under the moon, with her pale hair spread out on the ground all around her. Luna was panting as Harry thrust into her. Her thin arms were looped around Harry, and her eyes were tightly closed. Luna threw her head back suddenly, and started to scream in pleasure, but Harry quickly covered her mouth with his own, silencing her. He slammed down hard, one last time, and as he buried himself in Luna, Ginny fled.

What the hell, she thought, as tears poured down her face. Harry and Luna? Since when? Since when had Harry fallen in love with Luna? And how? She stumbled away from the lake, rounded the broomshed, and ran smack into someone coming out of the door.

"What the hell are you doing, Weaselette? Watch where you're going!"

'Oh, shut up, Malfoy! You're such a pig! All men are pigs!' Ginny shrieked, overwrought.

"Ahhhh, your bad temper has something to do with a man," Draco smirked, shouldering his broom. His fingers, Ginny noticed, were long, and as pale as the rest of him, and somehow delicate. She had never noticed his hands. Why had she never noticed his hands? "Trouble in paradise with Dean Thomas? I always thought Mr. Arty-farty was a poof, if you want to know the truth."

"I broke up with Dean six months ago, you stupid git! You know nothing about me! Don't be such a absolute and total jerk!"

"I know enough about you to know very few people are capable of getting you this hacked off. You've got a temper, but you save it for special occasions. Now, don't tell me. Let me guess," Draco said, eyeing her carefully. "Is it your moron of a brother?"

"Leave Ron out of this!"

"Okay," Draco said triumphantly. "It must be Potter. It has to be the great Harry Potter! Did you throw yourself at him again? You've been doing it since you were ten, for Salazar's sake! Why don't you just give up?"

"You don't know anything about Harry, either, so butt out, Malfoy!"

"I know more than you think," Draco snapped, as he brushed the blonde fringe of hair off his forehead. "I know he's single, over the age of consent, and he likes girls. And for some unknown reason, girls like him. Don't ask me why! He's a scar-headed, arrogant bastard. They do, though, and he'll grab a piece whenever he can get it, just like any other fellow. He's not interested in settling down. He's seventeen! Why should he be? He wants to have a little fun when he's not busy trying to avoid getting murdered by the Dark Lord. That's as far as he can think, Weasley. That's all there is, so if you're still chasing him, give it up. Give up your stupid, little girl dreams!"

"Fuck you , Malfoy!"

"Good idea," Draco laughed, his gray eyes glittering. "You may be from one of the worst families in the wizarding world but you are at least a pureblood. I like a good, guilt-free shag now and then as much as Potter does. Let's do it. You might even learn to like it. I'm good at what I do, even if I do say so myself. I promise to make sure you at least enjoy it."

"Are you mad, Malfoy? You've never been nice to me for a single minute! You've been humiliating me for years! Your father and my father had a fist-fight in public! You're Slytherin to the bone! Your father tried to kill me!"

He shrugged. "And your point is?"

"Why would I ever want to make love to someone who thinks my whole family is scum and whose whole family in turn has almost gotten me killed about ten times?"

"Hey! Who said anything about making love? We were talking about fucking. A little down and dirty fun, with someone who's good-looking, has a very bad reputation and a way with women. No promises, no lies, no commitments...just as it should be at our age."

"Oh, get bent, Malfoy! I don't know why I'm even talking to you!" Ginny shouted, and walked away in a huff, her face burning with shame. She was angry at herself, at Malfoy, and at Harry. Was Harry really like any other seventeen-year-old boy?

She crept back up to Gryffindor tower, sure that everyone would be asleep by then, but she was wrong. Harry had gotten back while she was arguing with Malfoy, and was sitting in a corner by the fire, talking to Ron and Neville. Whatever he was saying, they were hanging on Harry's every word and they were all too interested in whatever he was saying to even notice her. It was as if she had on an invisibility cloak. She sidled around the edge of the room, listening hard.

"So who was it tonight?" Ron asked.

"I'll give you a hint," Harry said grinning. In a high, thin voice, he began to whine, "Oh, yes, oh yes, ohhhhh, that feels soooo good!"

"Luna Lovegood," Ron said promptly.

"Luna Lovegood?" Neville looked at Harry as if he had suddenly sprouted leeks for ears. "You actually did Luna Lovegood? Why?"

"Why not?" asked Harry, defensively. "She's all right. She's smart, and loyal, and very kind. I kind of like her, in fact. She's had it rough from her dorm mates. I can understand that. My cousin, Dudley, used to treat me like that, so I know how it is. We get along pretty well, really. She lets me tell her anything and she doesn't blab it around, and she lets me do anything, and doesn't blab it around. What could be better than that?"

"She's not that good-looking, mate," said Neville.

"You haven't seen it all, Neville. She's got a great arse, and really beautiful legs under those robes. Besides, it's not like we're serious about each other right now. She knows it and I know it, so what's the harm? I'm not like this one here," said Harry, cuffing Ron on the shoulder, "who's wanted the same girl since he was thirteen."

"Hermione's worth it," Ron retorted. "She can suck like a water pump. Besides, if I didn't have Hermione, where would I get my notes for History of Magic?"

All of the boys laughed, and Ginny crept away, her face flaming with humiliation again. Men really were pigs! Girls were absolute fools to take them seriously, and she had been the biggest fool of all. She crawled into bed, too furious to sleep. She wanted to kill them all. She wanted to kill Harry for having absolutely no romance in his soul. She wanted to kill her brother for having a wonderful girl like Hermione and underestimating her. She wanted to kill Neville...well, she didn't know why she wanted to kill Neville, except for the fact that he was a worse gossip than both of the Patil twins put together.

She squirmed in her bed for awhile, remembering the sight of Harry and Luna. She thought about the way Luna had clung to Harry. She thought of how it had sounded, the way Luna had panted. She thought of the way Harry had moaned and what it had been like to hear flesh slapping on flesh. Ginny thought of the way Harry had silenced Luna's scream with his kiss. And to her shame, Ginny wondered what that felt like, and then got she angry again.

Ginny thought about Ron and Hermione. That was even worse, picturing the things her brother had described, but Ginny couldn't stop herself, and it made her think some more.

None of them were what she thought they were. No one was ever the way they seemed to be. Then she realized that wasn't true. One person was. There was one person at Hogwarts that was always the same: a classic case of what you see is what you get. That person was Draco Malfoy.

What had Draco said to her? No promises, no lies, and no commitments. Just a little down and dirty fun.

Now, what would THAT be like? Ginny wondered what would it be like to be bad. What would they all think of an evil Ginny Weasley? She drifted of to sleep at last, thinking of gray eyes, and blonde hair, and long, pale fingers moving delicately over her body. Come to think of it, he had made a promise! He'd promised she would enjoy it. Would he be the only one, the only one who'd keep all his promises to her?

The End.