Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 3: The Wedding's On

Snape stood outside the door to his office unsure of what to do.

Hermione was in there, highly under the influence of a very strong infatuation potion. He had thought it would be funny, that she'd be easier to control. He was going to have her grade the 3^rd year finals to prove her 'devotion' to him. However, she hadn't been interested in doing anything but "shag like rabbits."

He had decided to wait it out, when his stomach started growling. The thought of the bundle of sandwiches on his desk made his mouth water.

Sighing in irritation, he took the soundproof charm off the office.

"-doesn't mean I don't love you! I'll shout it out 'til I have no voice, even if you can't hear me. I..."

"Miss Granger?"

"Oh, I can hear you again? I missed the sound of your sexy voice."

"Miss Granger, I'm hungry."

"Oh, I have sandwiches!"

"I know. I'm going to come in and eat them, but we're going to lay down some rules first. I know how much you love following rules."

"You don't have to make rules for me to lie down, Professor," she purred.

He groaned.

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Ginny decided that life was very good. Here she was, at the home of her fiancé, who she loved more than anything, discussing the wedding she'd dreamt of since she was a little girl.

So what, if one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time was trying to read her mind?

She looked over at Draco and grinned, smoothing non-existent wrinkles out of his robes. He was quite a prize, and she'd do anything to keep him. Even if it meant turning her back on her entire family.

The meeting went fine, and before she knew it, they were back at Hogwarts. She delightedly told Headmaster Dumbledore that Voldemort had given his blessing, and that they'd be married in September.

He congratulated them, giving her a funny look at her enthusiasm.

They went down to the dungeons to tell Snape and Hermione, but when they peeked in his office they found the latter in the Professor's lap, feeding him bites of sandwiches.

Hermione giggled and nipped at his neck.

"Uh-uh! That's cheating!" he scolded playfully.

"C'mon let's get out of here," Draco whispered looking ill.

"Yes! Let's go to the Great Hall, so we can announce our love to the entire school!" she exclaimed.

Draco panicked.

"Uh, no. I want you all to myself tonight," he said, smoothly recovering.

"Oh, Draco!"

She threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

He was stunned for a minute, then shook himself and dragged her toward his guestroom near the Slytherin dorms.

He couldn't take her back to Gryffindor tower, Ginny would never forgive him if he let her 'announce their love' to anyone. He had to be careful.

Draco ushered her into his room and locked the door behind them.

Ginny practically threw herself at him as soon as the door was closed, planting kisses all over his neck and face. Draco wanted to just sit back and enjoy himself, but the guilt wouldn't let him. He had promised not to take advantage of her. Besides, she was doing all of this to help him out. It just wouldn't be right.

For the first time since this whole predicament had started, Draco realized that he didn't want Ginny to hate him. If she married him, they could end up being together for a long time. She was making a huge sacrifice, and the least he could do, would be to make everything as tolerable as possible, and keep every promise that he could.

A quick glance at the clock showed him he had a good two hours before the potion would wear off. As her fingers started working on the fastenings to his robes, he realized what he'd have to do.

Grabbing her wrists, he turned her around and marched her toward the armoire. She looked at him curiously as he searched for something appropriate for her to sleep in. Finally, he decided on an old green T-shirt with the words 'Slytherin Rules' emblazoned on the front.

"Why don't you go put this on while I get us something to drink?" he asked handing her the shirt.

She grinned and kissed him once more. Then she stepped back, threw off her outer cloak, unfastened a catch in the back, and was suddenly standing before him in nothing but her bra and panties.

Draco's jaw dropped as his gaze took in her porcelain curves.

"Are you sure you want me to put this on?" she practically purred at him

"Y-yes."

Was it just him, or did his voice sound unnaturally high?

She stuck out her bottom lip, and he quickly fled the room.

"Get a grip," he muttered to himself as he headed toward Snape's office.

Hermione's potion should have worn off by now, so hopefully he wouldn't have to see anything too disturbing.

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"I can't believe you did that to me!" Hermione shrieked, pelting the Professor with leftover sandwiches as he tried to get away from her.

"Miss Granger! Really, I expected you to act like an adult..."

Hermione stopped, seeming to consider his words.

"You're right, Professor. Please forgive me for being so childish," she said, slowly walking toward him.

"Well, that's much more like..."

* SPLAT *

Hermione smashed the last sandwich in his face, and smeared it up into his hair.

A snort from the door alerted them to Draco's presence.

"What do you want?" Hermione demanded.

"I just thought you'd like to know that everything went smoothly tonight, so the engagement is on."

"Oh, right! Sorry, I'd forgotten. Congratulations," she said, blushing.

"I'm glad to hear it." Snape said, picking bits of food out of his hair.

"I also am in need of a sleeping potion. I don't think I can keep fending her off for two more hours," he admitted.

"Well, at least you're trying." Hermione crossed her arms across her chest and glared at Snape.

"Here you are," he said, handing a small vial over to Draco and then turning to meet Hermione's glare.

"I was trying, but I've never seen a more persistent woman. Honestly, Miss Granger, it appears that your academics are not the only things you're passionately obsessive about." His hand was rubbing the purple hickey on his neck.

"Thanks, Professor. Goodnight," Draco called as he hurried out the door, unnoticed.

Hermione turned even redder.

"Well I... That's the last time I ever test a potion for you!" she huffed and hurried away.

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When Draco slipped back inside his room, he was once again attacked by Ginny. Clad in nothing but his shirt, she was even more irresistible than when she was wearing just her underwear.

Her mouth covered his and her hands pinned his against the door.

He moaned and opened his mouth to her invasion, giving up the fight.

She was an incredible kisser. It was obvious that she had had a lot of experience. Draco growled at the thought of another guy putting their hands on her.

He broke his hands free from her grasp, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her flush against him.

She gasped and looked up at him, her eyes darkening with desire.

That's what stopped him. Her eyes. It was all a lie. He wouldn't do this to her.

Draco pushed her back from him and grabbed the vial from his pocket.

"Here, drink this."

She did so without question.

He barely had time to catch her as she lost consciousness.

He carried her over to the bed, sweating with the effort. She was a lot heavier than she looked.

Draco carefully tucked her in and started to leave, but changed his mind.

If Ginny was going to marry him, she needed to get used to waking up next to him.

He climbed into the bed beside her, still fully dressed, and careful to stay on top of the blankets.

He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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A few hours later, Ginny awoke in a strange room. She didn't have time to appreciate her surroundings though, as the thoughts of the previous night flooded her mind and she jumped out of bed and ran to the connecting bathroom. She'd barely made it in time as she threw up everything that was in her stomach, and then some.

She flushed the toilet, and sat back pulling her legs up to her chest. She rested her pounding head on top of her knees, and began rocking back and forth.

Draco, who had been awakened by her mad dash to the bathroom, cautiously opened the door.

"Ginny? Are you okay?" he asked, reaching an arm out toward her.

He frowned when she flinched away from him.

"I'm sorry if I'm so repulsive that the memory of kissing me makes you sick."

His voice was angry to hide the hurt.

She blinked up at him in confusion.

"What?"

"We should just forget this whole thing! I'll marry Parkinson, and do the best I can," he said, more to himself than her.

"Wait a minute! I don't think you're repulsive!" She jumped to her feet, and was grateful when he put an arm around her to steady her.

She closed her eyes until the dizziness passed.

"It's not you that made me sick, it's me! Draco, you can't imagine some of the thoughts I had! I know it was just a potion, but last night I would have done anything to be with you. Even betray my family! Thinking things like that again is just..."

She flew back to the toilet and started retching again.

He rubbed her back, and when she was through, placed a damp cloth in her hand.

"Breathe, Ginny. You need to calm down."

He was shocked to see the tears start rolling down her cheeks.

"What is it?"

"Y-you d-don't understand!" she wailed.

Draco sighed; patience was never his strong point.

However he made himself deliberately sit down on the linoleum in front of her.

"Tell me. I want... I need to understand."

The tears stopped slowly, and she wiped her face with the cloth.

Ginny stared at her hands for a moment in silence, and then started talking.

"When I was in first year, Tom Riddle controlled me through that awful diary. He made me do, say, and think things that I never would have. Do you have any idea what that's like? Being a puppet forced to do things against your nature, yet having no desire to stop? Voldemort himself doesn't scare me anywhere near as bad as the thought of being under his influence like that again."

"The effects of that potion were so similar, I just couldn't bear it. Please don't make me take it again!"

She lay down and placed her head in his lap.

"No. I swear Ginny, I'll never allow anyone to make you feel that way again," he promised.

Draco picked her up, and carried her back to the bed. For some reason, it was a much easier task this time.

End chapter 3