Admit It

Ginny tucked her arms tighter around her body as she hid behind the couch. Her eyes didn't move from the stairs to the boys' dormitory, and she was silently thankful that she was wearing her robe so that the hood would cover her flaming red hair. She held her breath as she heard footsteps. It would only be a few more seconds until she saw him, then she could follow him to find out where he always went so late at night.

Harry looked up the stairs to make sure that no one was following him. He was still cursing himself under his breath for giving his Invisibility Cloak to Hermione earlier in the day so she could check the restricted section of the library, and then not insisting that she give it back. It's not that she purposely forgot, Harry knew that much; she was just busy, as she always was. It must have just slipped her mind. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he took a look around the common room, making sure that no one was in there either. His eyes lingered by the side of the couch, and he squinted through his glasses. Harry shook his head and silently told himself to stop overreacting. With one quick glance around, he pushed past the portrait hole, and was out, walking down from Gryffindor Tower.

Ginny jumped up and softly padded after Harry, making sure to keep her steps as quiet as possible, and stayed a few feet behind Harry so that when he stopped or turned around she could jump into the nearest shadow. Soon enough Ginny knew where they were going; it was where most Hogwarts students went when they were out this late. The infamous Astronomy Tower. She blushed at the thought; she'd walked this way plenty of times to go see Harry. Ginny realized that she was following him, not going to see him, and her hands made into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Who was Harry going to see in the Tower? It certainly wasn't her.

Two more turns to the left and up the stairs until she could find out just whom Harry was cheating with. As Harry turned the corner she paused -just to make sure she was far enough behind him- and then turned quickly, almost at a run. She ran straight into someone else and fell back onto her bum. She winced and kept her eyes closed until she stood up, almost sure that it was a teacher.

"Sorry," Ginny said, voice not much louder then a whisper. She turned her body so her back was flush up against the wall and opened her eyes, getting ready for the lecture of the century. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she bit down on her lower lip. Ginny's already wide eyes opened a little bit more, and she tried to disappear back against the wall. That was no teacher.

"Well, if it isn't Little Miss Weasley," Draco smirked. He moved his body so it was in front of Ginny's and his right hand went to the wall on the other side of her head. Using that hand as leverage his left foot crossed over his right so his body was leaning against his arm, his mouth inches away from Ginny's forehead.

"M... M... Malfoy," stuttered Ginny softly.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out so late?" whispered Draco.

"I... I... I..." Ginny silently congratulated herself on her excellent speaking skills.

Draco moved a little closer to Ginny, just enough that he could feel her body shaking against the wall. "Don't be scared, Ginny. I'm not going to hurt you."

Ginny looked up into Draco's pale eyes, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was this the Draco Malfoy that constantly gave Ron grief about their family? "What?" She asked in confusion.

"Just because you don't have money doesn't mean you can't be pretty, right?" Draco asked back.

"Don't answer my question with a question, Draco," Ginny snapped, although she was more than just a little scared now.

"Fair enough," came Draco's reply.

Ginny was again surprised, and was expecting to wake up at any moment when Draco leaned down and whispered into her ear, "The things I'd do to you if I could only get you alone."

Ginny should have pushed Draco away right then, but the way that his voice seemed to melt through her body and make her knees go weak kept her from doing it. Ginny had never seen this side of Draco before. If she hadn't known just how mean he could be (and if she wasn't completely in love with Harry) she might have asked him just what those things were. Something about Draco at this moment seemed vulnerable to Ginny, as if he was depending on her saying something back.

"Oh... Yeah?" Ginny mentally slapped her forehead. Why did she have to add the 'yeah' onto the end of that? Would an 'oh' not have sufficed?

"Yeah," Draco replied, his silky smooth voice cutting right through Ginny and making her spine tingle. "Most of which I'd rather show you than just tell you about."

Draco's other hand moved to Ginny's hip, and his head tilted down so his breath was hot against Ginny's neck. Before Ginny knew what was happening Draco's lips were pressed against the soft skin of her neck, and she could feel his cool teeth pressing against her bare flesh. She bit down hard on her lower lip and locked her knees to keep from slipping down against the wall. Both of her hands pushed at Draco's chest, giving her enough room to slip under his arm.

"Well, don't," Ginny whispered harshly, and took off running toward Gyffindor Tower.

Draco shook his head, a grin playing over his lips. I do believe that Little Miss Weasley just brushed me off, Draco thought to himself. He tucked his robes around him, making sure that his lower body was covered better than any other part of him. I like that. A challenge. Draco smirked softly as he looked down his body, and raised one of his eyebrows. Well, part of me likes it a little bit more than the other. He turned on his heels and headed back to his common room. Draco had to take a cold shower just the other night because of his encounter with Harry, and if he had to do that yet again tonight he was sure Crabbe and Goyle would think that he was losing his touch. Down boy? he silently pleaded with himself.

He was Harry Potter, and he was up here in the Astronomy Tower by himself. He looked like a complete idiot. He was sure of that; it was more than obvious from the looks he was getting from numerous snogging couples. Harry fought back the urge to ask them why they hadn't even found closets or vacant rooms to snog in. He wasn't mad, really; he was more disappointed than anything else. He had never known Ginny to write him a note, suggesting that they meet in the Tower, and then not show up. There had been a few times that she had written him a note but realized that she wouldn't be able to go with him, so she'd told him in the common room before bed. Not that it would kill her to just tell him in person that she wanted to see him later that night, but Ginny was always a little shy, and Harry personally thought the notes were rather cute. He looked down at his wrist one more time, and sighed to himself. Guess she's not going to show up. Maybe she got sick at the last minute. I'll talk to her tomorrow, he thought to himself. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his robes and walked back to Gryffindor Tower, softly biting his lower lip the entire way.

Draco looked down at his body one more time and rubbed over the zipper of his pants. It's dark down here, he reasoned with himself. Wait, he could touch himself if he wanted! Draco moved one of his pale-skinned hands down and rubbed over the crotch of his jeans a little bit harder, just to prove a point. He closed his pale eyes and bit down on his lip while he shook his head. Malfoy, you're such a blooming idiot sometimes. Don't play with yourself when you're trying to be inconspicuous. Draco shrugged and tucked his robes around him a bit tighter as he whispered the password to the portrait guarding his common room. He silently wound his way to the room that he shared with Crabbe and Goyle. Goyle was out like a light, mouth open, snoring like crazy. Crabbe was awake, however, and looked up at Draco as he walked in.

"How'd it go?" Crabbe asked softly.

Draco shrugged. "As well as could be expected, I suppose."

Crabbe nodded. "So, she did show. Good."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked, eyes narrowing.

"Nothing like that, Draco." Crabbe paused, looking down at his hands. "It's just that... Well, I wasn't sure if Harry would get the fake note from Ginny. I just thought Goyle had flubbed it up, that's all."

Draco shrugged. "I honestly don't know why I trust you two. But, it must have worked, because Ginny was following Potter."

Crabbe nodded once again.

"Little Miss Weasley will be the death of me yet," Draco sighed and flopped down on his bed, making sure that he flopped onto one of his sides, not his stomach.

Once inside the common room Harry sat down on the couch, eyes lingering on the burning coals left over from the fire that was here only a few hours ago. He lifted his elbows to his knees and rested his chin in his hands, shaking his head. He had been looking forward to seeing Ginny in the Astronomy Tower tonight more then he had in a long time. Not because he missed her, really. Because the only thing that was in his head lately was the Potions classroom, and Draco's body tight up against his. The way that Draco smelled so good, and his lips were so soft. Different from what Harry imagined. Who would have known that Malfoy could be so gentle, or that when his body was pressed against yours it seemed so right when you both inhaled and exhaled at the same time? Harry looked over his shoulder at the stairs to the girls' dormitory and frowned slightly. Not Draco. Please, not Draco.

Harry stood up after a few more moments and silently walked up into his dorm room. Everyone was already asleep, and it didn't take him long to get on his pajamas and climb into bed as well.

Ginny turned over to her left side for the 18^th time (she'd been counting), and finally sat up in bed, crossing her arms over her chest. What just happened tonight? What could Draco Malfoy possibly want with her? Unless her memory was failing, she could have sworn that the Malfoys hated the Weasleys.

She shook her head and tucked a lock of red hair behind her ears before standing up and putting on her slippers. She padded down the stairs to the girls' dormitory and up the stairs to the boys' rooms. She'd been up here enough times to know which room was Ron and Harry's and she even knew just how far to open the door before it would squeak. She stood on her toes as she walked over to Harry's bed and looked down at him. His eyes weren't closed, and he offered her a smile. Ginny took that a sign and slipped her body under Harry's covers, scooting her back against the front of him. Harry slipped one of his arms around Ginny's middle, and his head closer to her neck. He couldn't ask her about tonight now, they'd certainly wake somebody up. Ginny moved her arm up to rest her head on as Harry cuddled her closer to his body, and kissed just below her ear, a soft kiss that sent tingles down Ginny's spine.

What Ginny didn't know is that Harry hadn't stopped his kissing because he was tired, but because he could almost swear that Ginny smelled just like Draco had the other night. Harry gave her a few more kisses and silently told himself to stop obsessing. He had a wonderful, red-haired doll right here in bed. What did he need Draco for?