Snogs Galore!

Chapter Eight

Ginny stepped through the portrait hole while adjusting her clean jumper. She was brought up short as she collided into a wall of angry, muscled Slytherin. All she could see was a green and silver striped tie, but she could smell his cologne. In dismay, she shut her eyes and tried to gather her wits for the ensuing battle. She clenched her traitorous hands into fists, fighting the urge to run them up his chest.

"Weasley," he muttered before capturing her shoulders and pulling her into their alcove.

Bugger. If he had reverted to calling her by her surname then he was undeniably angry with her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Two could play at this game.

"Malfoy." She chanced a look into his eyes. They were gray slits narrowed in hostility.

She inwardly cringed at the anger she saw. 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 outside my dormitory?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, there is. I have a question to ask you," he frowned.

"Ask away."

"Are you interested in Zabini?"

Not being able to help herself, she smiled.

He scowled at her.

She giggled; this did nothing to help his disposition.

"Do you care?" She didn't want to admit to herself how much his answer meant to her.

He stared at her, his eyes roaming over her face. The dusting of freckles over her nose, her full bottom lip, the sparkle in her eyes, he could close his eyes at night and picture her perfectly

"Yes, I care --too bleeding much," he sighed with resignation as the truth hit him like a bludger to the gut.

She took the step needed to bring her up against him, allowing her hands to wander over his chest and up to his face. Her slim fingers delicately traced his jaw and cradled his cheek. "Zabini is for Hermione. I'm only interested in a silver haired, smarmy git, who makes me go weak in the knees every time he smirks at me."

He smirked at her.

She leaned into him even more. "See what I mean?" She smiled at him while she traced his lips with her fingers.

"Imagine what would happen if he were to kiss you." Draco whispered as he bent his head closer to hers.

Ginny's hands went behind his head where she ran her fingers through his silky hair. "I'd rather experience it," she said as she pulled him in.

Draco slid his hands down her back to press her hips into his before grasping her bottom through her robes. He savored the taste of her as he ran his tongue over her lips.

She grasped his neck and pulled him closer while invading his mouth with her tongue. She tilted her head to get better access to him. Her leg curled around his, rubbing her calf against his.

Draco moaned as he lifted her in his hands, allowing her to wrap both legs around him.

Her hands went to the catch on his robes working it free; next she worked on his tie. She tore her lips from his and trailed them down his neck and back up again, stopping to nibble at his earl. She traced the outside curve with her tongue before biting the lobe.

"Bloody Hell, Gin. If you don't stop I'm going to throw you to the floor and have my way with you."

She smiled against his neck before kissing her way back to his lips. She slowly pulled her lips away while wriggling her bottom in is hands.

He rubbed himself against her, so she could feel how serious he was.

She sighed and laid her head back against the wall before letting her legs slide slowly down his body.

He slid his hands slowly up her side and rested them on her shoulders where they toyed with her hair.

"I'm going to be late for Potions," she whispered while fixing his tie.

"I'll walk you." He slid his hand down into hers and tugged her along after him.

She followed along with a silly smile plastered on her face, thankful that they didn't run into anyone along the way. He stopped in front of the classroom door.

"I'll pick you up at our spot and we'll walk down to dinner together." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her palm softly.

"Okay," she replied pulling his hand up to her lips. She raised her eyes to his as she leaned over his hand and gently bit his knuckles.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Alright you wanton chit. After dinner, we're going for a walk." He pulled her in for a quick kiss before heading off to this own class.

Ginny watched him leave before going in to take her seat. She was oblivious to the surprised looks she was getting.

"My, my, but it does seem that things are progressing quite nicely for you and Draco," Luna commented as Ginny sat down beside her.

"Mmm, yes, quite nicely indeed," Ginny replied with a grin.

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Luna had just left Ginny and was going back to her room to freshen up for dinner. She was walking around a corner when a pair of strong hands pulled her into an empty room.

"Harry!" Luna was surprised to be staring into green eyes partially concealed behind unruly dark locks.

"I'm tired of trying to find some time alone with you. You're either with Ginny or you have Neville following behind you everywhere." Harry rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

"Is there something going on with you and Neville?" His gaze was focused on her face.

Luna didn't know how to answer that. She stared at the tops of her shoes while thinking. Neville had kissed her, but that was as far as it had gotten. They hadn't talked since then. She didn't want Harry knowing about the kiss. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't.

Harry reached out with a shaky hand to tilt her chin up. "Don't answer that, because I really don't care."

His lips captured hers before she had a chance to speak. His hands cupped both of her cheeks holding her still for his assault.

Luna's hands crept up his back where they anchored in his robes. She was unconsciously kneading his back while returning his kiss with enthusiasm.

"Luna are you..." Neville stopped just outside the opened door.

The snogging couple sprang apart. Harry glared at the intruder.

Neville stepped into the room and defiantly returned the look.

Luna glanced back and forth between the two, torn. "Harry, Neville, I'm sorry," she sobbed as she brushed past Neville and ran down the corridor.

Both boys watched her go, then turned back to face each other.

Harry walked up to Neville. "You had no right, bursting in here like that," he spat.

"I had every right. I was trying to catch up to her when I saw somebody pull her in here. I'm glad I did too! She's mine, so back off." Neville's face was turning red.

"Not bleeding likely! If she's yours then why was she kissing me?" The air crackled between them.

"You, stay away from her," Neville growled.

"Make me." Harry stepped closer, so they were nose to nose, angry green eyes staring into furious brown ones.

Harry's breath was coming out in quick gasps and tickling Neville's lips. Neville's eyes dropped to Harry's mouth. His hand itched to touch his lips. He raised his eyes back up to see Harry gazing at his mouth with the same longing. When Harry's glance returned to Neville's both sets of eyes opened wide in mortification. They jumped away, looking anywhere but at each other.

"Um, listen Neville. I think maybe we should both stay away from Luna for the time being. Something weird is going on around here." Harry glanced uncomfortably at Neville.

"I agree," Neville replied and put his hand out. "Deal?"

Harry eyeballed the hand with apprehension. He reached out and quickly shook the proffered hand before dropping it.

"Deal."

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Professor Snape was working on a particularly tricky potion. He had just added some lacewing flies when he sensed a presence. He looked up to see her framed in the doorway. She was dressed in her usual flowing robes with her long hair down.

"May I be of service to you, Sybill?" he asked in his most scornful voice.

She giggled and sauntered into the room.

He couldn't help it, but his gaze lowered to watch the sway of her hips as she approached him. Bloody hell, I'm worse than Malfoy. He straightened his robes and glared down his long nose at her.

"Why, yes, Severus, I believe you could be of service to me."

He didn't think he liked the way she emphasized the words 'service to me'. He stood rigidly as she stopped before him.

She nonchalantly reached out a slim pale finger to trace lazy circles on his chest.

"Don't you get lonely down here in your dungeon all by yourself?" Her hand inched up to play about his shoulders.

He sucked in a deep breath. He was fighting the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her pink lips. Ignoring the call of the Dark Mark was easier than this.

"I know I get all lonely, up in my tower," she sighed as she leaned into him, placing her head under his chin. She ran her fingers up and down his arm before pulling his calloused hand up to her lips.

She proceeded to kiss each finger. "Such strong capable hands... They've done so much." She took his index finger in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the end.

"Sybill," he groaned, placing his other hand on the back of her head.

She peeked up at him from under her lashes as she slowly eased his finger out of her mouth.

"You don't have to be so distant and aloof, not with me. I know you only do it to try and protect yourself." She reached up to caress his cheek, pushing back his dark hair.

"You've seen and been through so much. It's time you learned to enjoy life a little."

She pulled his lips down to hers.

He bruised her lips as he violently opened them to allow his tongue entrance. She moaned into his mouth. With a growl, he surrendered to the feelings.

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Hermione hurried through dinner. She wanted to be the first to the library, so she quickly gathered her things and went to find a secluded table. Her shoulders slumped as she rounded the last bookshelf.

There he sat, the very bane of her existence for these last few days. He looked up when he heard her sigh.

He gave her that dazzling smile as he stood up and pulled out a chair for her.

"I knew you'd want to get an early start."

It would be silly of her not to take the seat, even though it was right next to his. She marched over and put her books on the table.

"Zabini," she nodded at him as she sat.

He leaned over her shoulder as she opened up her book. "That's a bit formal, don't you think," he whispered into her ear.

Hermione closed her eyes, trying to restrain the emotions being this close to him caused. The hair stood up on the back of her neck, and she felt warm all over. She turned her face to stare disdainfully into his eyes, mere inches from hers.

"What would you like me to call you? Smarmy git? Conceited prat?"

He sat back in his chair placing his hand over his heart. "You wound me," he said dramatically.

"The truth often hurts." Hermione resumed flipping through her notes.

He sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, and placed his chin on her forearm. He playfully looked up at her from beneath his long dark lashes.

"You wouldn't know the truth, if it kissed you soundly on those luscious lips of yours. Which it has."

Hermione stared at him dumbfounded.

"Ah, see, you're speechless just thinking about it," he grinned.

She fought it, but in the end she couldn't help herself, she smiled down at him.

"Yes, conceited prat would fit you all too well."

He reached up to brush a strand of unruly brown hair behind her ear and whispered, "Would you really want me any other way?"

Hermione sat perfectly still.

"Who says I want you?" her voice quivered.

He reached up and tenderly kissed the spot just behind her ear. Then pushed her hair farther back to gain access to her neck. His lips slowly worked their way down to the collar of her robes, and back up again.

When she trembled, he turned her face and gazed into her confused eyes. "Your body does," he murmured as he gently seized her bottom lip in his teeth before pulling it slowly into his mouth. His hand left her neck to forcefully push her chair away from the table. He slid off of his chair and kneeled between her legs, while his hands slid up her back to pull her closer.

Hermione surrendered to the feeling. Her small, ink stained hands clutched handfuls of his hair as if she was holding on for her life. Her knees squeezed him tightly; she felt him shudder.

Blaise hadn't expected this acceptance. He hadn't been prepared for it, and now he wasn't sure he could control himself. He played with her lips for a while longer before coaxing her mouth open.

When her tongue tentatively touched his, he knew he was lost. His muscled arm moved lower around her bottom to pull her into contact with him.

The shock of that contact made Hermione gasp.

Blaise held her close, not letting her back up. He was in heaven, or hell, not that it mattered. He could feel her relaxing into him, so he continued with his assault on her senses.

"Bugger! Ginny quick. Scourgify, Obliviate, do something!" Draco covered his eyes with both hands.

Hermione jumped. Blaise glared at his best mate, then gave Ginny a pleading look.

"C'mon, you stupid git, let's give them a moment." Ginny pulled Draco around the stack of books.

Hermione tried to pry herself away from Blaise.

"No you don't; you're not retreating from me again." He forced her to look at him; her face was scarlet.

"We have something between us, you can't deny it." He straightened her robes, rested his hands on her knees and grinned at her.

"It would be stupid for both of us to deny it, or fight it. And everyone knows we are two of the smartest students at Hogwarts."

"Well, everyone knows I'm the smartest," Hermione mumbled, looking down to hide her smile.

"Why you cheeky girl!" Blaise gave her a quick kiss and moved back to his chair.

"If that means you aren't going to argue with me, I'll concede." He pulled her hand into his lap.

"Will you go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" he asked seriously.

"A date, on Valentine's day?" Hermione squeaked.

"I'll take you to Madame Puddifoot's then on to, oh I don't know, maybe we could make a stop by Quills and Parchments." He eyed her bedraggled quill.

"What's wrong with my quill?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Let's just say, that from now on if you need to nibble on something, I'm here for you." Blaise tapped her nose with his finger.

"Is it safe?" Ginny asked as she peeked around the corner.

Hermione stiffened up.

"Don't worry about Draco; he's got his hands full with the little Weasley."

Blaise held up his hand, "Draco, if you say anything I'll be forced to hurt you."

"Who, me? Why ever would I have anything to say?" Draco said innocently.

"Don't worry Blaise, he'll keep his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him." Ginny replied with an evil grin.

Draco pulled her to him and kissed her soundly on the lips. "You're good for me."

"And don't you forget it." Ginny playfully patted him on the arse before sitting down across from Hermione.

"You can close your mouth now, Mione." Ginny reached over to tap her friend's chin.

"But, you, and Malfoy!" Hermione looked confusedly between the two.

Draco straddled a chair beside Ginny and reached over for her hand, idly playing with her fingers.

"Does Ron know?" Hermione asked, watching the closeness of the two.

"Not yet," Ginny frowned.

"You will let me be there, to see the look on his face when you do, won't you?" Draco asked with a smile.

"I don't think you'll be safe anywhere in the same country when he finds out." Hermione observed.

"He has no room to say anything. He's been snogging a Slytherin," Ginny replied.

"The devil you say! Who is it? Millicent? No, that's right she's got the hots for Creevey. Don't make me try to get it out of you." Draco leered.

"It's Pansy," Ginny sighed with disdain.

"Parkinson?" Both boys asked.

"Yes. Is there another Slytherin named Pansy I haven't heard of?" Ginny retorted.

"No," said a voice from around the corner, "I'm the only one."