Malfoy's Naughty Whisper

"Weasley, I want to shag you."

What do you do, exactly, when Draco Malfoy leans over to you during a party and whispers this sentence into your ear? Slap his face? Kick him? Blush violently? Drool? Lay down and die? Tell him to name place and time? What? Ginny Weasley most certainly didn't know.

Ginny tried to glare at him viciously, but he only replied with a smirk. His attention was then brought to a girl who unsuccessfully attempted to dance on the table. She fell rather inelegantly over an empty chair, and Malfoy laughed wickedly and along with his mates they pointed at the girl who desperately tried to get to her feet without too much complications. Ginny instantly slapped his hand, and he glanced at her, still laughing hard.

"Ginny," a female voice said into Ginny's left ear, "Ginny, are you all right? You're so pale." Ginny turned around to see Padma Patil looking across her and directly at Malfoy's back head. "Is that Malfoy?"

"Yeah," Ginny nodded, "why?"

"Could you move a little?" Padma smiled. "I need to ask him something."

"There is no space to move anywhere," Ginny said, "sorry."

"Look, darling," Padma said with a somewhat icy voice, "I got you into this party, remember? For graduates only?" Ginny frowned. "Look, it will only take a few seconds, and you can have my chair."

"That's a box."

"No matter," Padma said quickly. "Move."

Ginny obeyed her and kicked the box lightly as she swapped places with Padma. She leaned against the wall instead, looking gloomily around herself. Her eyes eventually fell on Padma, who was currently doing her best to snuggle up to Malfoy. Ginny felt an odd feeling in her stomach as Malfoy didn't seem to mind Padma's sudden interest in him. Ginny only glanced at the bar for a few seconds, and when her stare returned to Padma, she was sitting with her legs on each side of Malfoy with her tongue down his throat - Ginny could only imagine. She rolled her eyes and was about to leave when she heard his voice:

"Are you the Gryffindor or Ravenclaw one, Patil?"

"Ravenclaw," she replied after some hesitation.

"Pity," he drawled, "I'm in a Gryffindor- mood tonight. Weasley," he called, and Ginny's face flushed. There was no way she was to turn around and look at him. No way, she absolutely refused. "Weasley, come back here, I nearly enjoyed your company."

"Well, I didn't enjoy yours!" Ginny spat back. She still glared straight forward rather than at him, but she could still only image the smirk he wore.

"Of course you didn't," he said, sounding closer all of a sudden, "you were never meant to, Weasel. Now come sit." She turned around and stared hard at him. He was closer, no doubt, and Padma was gone. The three other Slytherins who also sat around the table were ignoring her presence, preoccupied with gazing at random girls who kept walking past them.

"You're nasty," Ginny hissed, "and I want to sit anywhere but next to you."

"I'm sure you do, Weasley, but as for the moment, the only space available is next to me. And I'll try not to wound you up."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ginny snarled, and Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever you want it to mean, Weasley," he smirked. "I promise I'll behave, and so will Zabini, and even Nott for Merlin's sake. I can't say I guarantee Crabbe will not attempt to break into your mind and make you undress yourself, but I hardly think he's capable of it anyway."

"You think I'll fall for your tricks, Malfoy?" Ginny mocked him. "Being as close to civil as you are capable of being, are you?"

"Weasley," he said calmly, "I just had Patil's tongue in my mouth, I'm merely trying to overcome the shock and misery by having a conversation, and as you can probably guess I can't have one with those three," he said and nodded sideways at the three Slytherins who were cheering as another girl fell to the floor, "but if you want me to act normal - "

"Please do, I can't stand you trying to be nice."

"All right," he said, "but not until you sit."

"Do you know what you said to me only moments ago?" Ginny spat as she still didn't move. "Do you?" she added as he gave her a strange look.

"No," he drawled, "I can't recall me saying anything to you before I managed to throw Patil out of here. To be honest, Weasley, it was a completely coincidence that you were the first I saw. Consider yourself lucky."

"Oh, I'm overly thrilled."

"Honestly?"

"No, I was being sarcastic."

"Really? Hm. I never really got a hang of sarcasm."

"Are you kidding me? You - come on, Malfoy, this conversation is perhaps the first one I have ever had with you where you haven't been all that much sarcastic."

"Well, my dearest Weasley; that might mean you got quite a wrong image of me," he said with a strange twinkle in his eye.

"No worries, Malfoy, I don't have any wrong image of you."

"Well, worth a shot," he smirked at her. "Talking of shots, what one?"

:::

Ginny had the goblet between her teeth and was staring down in the bottom of it. She was making strange sounds as she blew her breath through her teeth and into the goblet. On her left sat Blaise Zabini, who was trying to make her let go of her goblet so he could refill it, and on her right sat Malfoy, who was doing the exact same as Ginny. He had troubles, though, as his front teeth weren't as big as Ginny's, and he had to cheat by using his hand.

"Weasley," Zabini breathed into her ear and she giggled in return, and dropped her goblet. He fetched it and refilled it with white wine. Malfoy reached his goblet across Ginny, and Zabini filled his as well. "You two are unethically drunk," he drawled.

"Hardly," Ginny grinned. "I can't come up with one good reason not to celebrate that you are all leaving."

"Unethically drunk?" Malfoy sneered. "I'm not drunk until I can't say Weazleh properly. Weazli. Wezh...ly."

"You can call me Wez, Malfoy."

"No, hang on, I can do it, it's not... I mean..." He scowled.

"Strangely enough," Ginny said and hiccupped. She smiled a pleased grin before she continued. "Strangely enough I'll miss you all somehow. I can't image eating breakfast without having you giving me evil glances, Malfoy."

"That was lust, Weazloy," Malfoy sneered.

"And your constant attempts on making my life miserable."

"A pleasure."

"But still," Ginny said and raised a finger in the air, "I think I'll survive without it." She glanced at Zabini who didn't seem to listen as his attention was taken by something that reminded of a fight.

"I still want to fuck you, though," Malfoy suddenly whispered into her ear, and Ginny startled before she glared at him. He gave her a frown. "Are you loosing it, Weazlei?"

"You just - what did you say?"

"I asked if you were..."

"No, before that."

"I didn't say anything." Malfoy shrugged. "You had your eyes all over Zabini, I was actually considering leaving, judging by the passionate stare you were giving him."

"I wasn't... Did you hear him say anything, Zabini?"

"Who, Malfoy?"

"Yeah."

"No, actually it was quite pleasant not hearing his shrill voice for a split second, as you mention it."

"Fuck off then, Zabini," Malfoy sneered, "if my voice bothers you so."

"Now, now, be friends," Ginny said and took Zabini's right hand and Malfoy's left. She brought them together in her lap, lifting them quickly as both of the hands began moving in her lap, making things a bit too intimate for Ginny. "Stop that."

"Never force Slytherins to join hands, Weasley," Zabini smirked, "especially never lay the hands in your lap."

"Poor Gryffindor," Malfoy continued. "Simply ignorant of the dangers of the famous Hands of the Slytherins."

"Absolutely shocking to know that six years with us at the same school still haven't taught her that," Zabini said and shook his head. Ginny pulled his hand hard. "Oh, feisty, this one."

"I think we have a done a rather lousy job with her," Malfoy said gravely. "Another rule is to never sit between two elder Slytherins, you never know what they are capable of."

"That is true, Malfoy. Not only ignorant, but also foolish."

"Overly protected, rather. What is she doing here, anyway, at a party for adults? Has she even aged seventeen?"

"A very good question." Zabini nodded.

"And is she aware of the dangers that are lurking behind our rather characteristically innocent faces?"

"Neither of you look innocent," Ginny grinned.

"Yes, you just go ahead and deny it," Malfoy smirked.

"She's a Gryffindor, Malfoy, they are born to be critical."

"How very true."

"Hang on, hang on," Ginny said and dropped their hands, grabbed her goblet and waved it in the air between them. "So, basically, you are saying no matter how angelic you look - all thought I must say I disagree - you are utterly dangerous, evil and completely no good, and I should under no circumstances hold your hands, have them in my lap nor sit between you?"

"In all, you should stay away from us," Malfoy said and took the goblet out of her hand.

"Evilness is a disease, Weasley," Zabini went on. "Very, and I must emphasise, very contagious."

"Just your innocent touching has put you in the danger zone."

"Awful, but true."

"A few days from now, you will feel dizzy, in the sense of thirsty for blood," Malfoy said seriously. "You will eventually find it rather simple to hex people without purpose, read several Dark Art books, and - probably the best part - your Potions grades will climb like never before."

"Well, I like the last part," Ginny mumbled.

"You will also feel rather attracted to dark places," Malfoy said into her ear. "With wet walls, intense quietness," he mumbled as his mouth was travelling down her chin, "and when I fuck you, nobody would hear it, which obviously is the mere purpose of the Dungeons." He softly kissed her lips, and Ginny felt a strange thrill down her spine.

"Does it have to be you?" Ginny suddenly asked, "because honestly, Zabini has far nicer eyes."

"Zabini is gay as the sun is sunny, Weezlay."

"That explains why he was all right."

"He's still next to you, I'm sure you could tell him in person."

"Oh," Ginny said and turned around promptly. "You're all right, Zabini."

"Well, I'm trying. You're not awful yourself."

"I'm not?"

"No, considering you have been taking our shit for several hours now, and even allowed Malfoy to kiss you, I can only say that you are quite all right."

"He has been whispering he wants to have sex with me all night."

"I can only imagine."

"No, I haven't," Malfoy sneered. "You're not the only one who's imagining things, Zabini. Little Woozly here has too."

"You're insulting the girl, Malfoy."

"Insulting is my middle name."

"How very odd," Ginny said honestly, "Draco Insulting Malfoy. Is that one of those ancient names preserved for the very best of the wizard community?"

"Oh, shut it, Wealsey."

"Oh! You got my name right! See, he's not unethically drunk anymore, Zabini."

"One cheeky comment and you got him sober, Weasley, I am really impressed."

"Sod off," Malfoy said and got to his feet, rather shakily. Ginny grabbed his elbow and dragged him down again. "Let go off me, Weasley."

"Just admit it, you have three times told me you wanted to have sex with me."

"No," he said slowly, "I have not."

"Impossible, isn't he?" Ginny asked Blaise.

"I said; I want to fuck you," Malfoy more hissed than whispered into her ear.

"Hah, four times!" Ginny said and jumped up from the sofa, only to nearly fall all over the table. The Slytherins caught her arms and held her back. "Oh, that could have been very awkward."

"I'll be right back," Zabini said and held a hand up in the air as if he was warning them. "Don't go on and do anything stupid."

"She's a Gryffindor, she can't help it," Malfoy mumbled.

"Look," Ginny said and stared Malfoy in the eye as Zabini left. "I heard what you said to Padma, and I shall not be your Gryffindor conquest of the night."

"You shall not?"

"No," she said strictly. "I will not." She hesitated and he stared back at her with an intense look in his eyes. "Uhm. Did you - what did you mean?"

"About what, Weasley," he drawled, and began glancing at the people who passed them, as if his interest in her was gone.

"With what you said. Did you mean it?"

"The part about shagging you?" Malfoy smirked slightly when he saw the furious blush spread across her face. "I wouldn't have said it unless I meant it, Weasley. And besides, it's my last chance to do so, isn't it? I'll be leaving tomorrow, and hopefully never return. And I sort of feel that my education wouldn't be complete without some sexual activities with a Weasley, and considering there is only one female among your lot, well, you don't give me much of a choice."

"But, Malfoy," Ginny said sternly, "We hate each other."

"Do we?"

"Yes, we do. And to be honest, I can't see any reason why I should - well as you placed it - have sexual activities with any Malfoy at all."

"Oh, nasty images in my head with you and other Malfoys, Weasley, was that completely necessary?" Malfoy said and pressed his palm against his temple as if the image would go away if he did. Ginny grimaced.

"Right. And, oh, look at the time," Ginny said heavily, "it's ten past two in the morning! I should go to bed." She stared at him. "Alone, obviously."

Malfoy didn't reply, and Ginny got up from the sofa, and glanced at him one more time. His eyes, however, were gazing down in his empty goblet. She hesitated before she sat down again, and he looked up at her with a glassy look in his eyes. It was as if he was transferring back to old Malfoy; smooth, cold and with an empty stare.

"Look, you've been all right too," Ginny said quickly. "I had fun, actually. Presumably you should have known I would never, ever have sex with you." He still didn't reply, and Ginny frowned. "What is wrong with you?"

"Must there be something wrong with me because I don't speak to you, Weasley? Would you have a conversation with the scum of the universe if it asked you to?"

"I have had one with you all night, so apparently, yes, I would."

"Oh, straight through my rotten heart, that one," Malfoy drawled lazily. "Dash off, Weasley, get out of my sight."

"Oh, are you wounded because I turned you down?" Ginny purred. "Did I hurt your pride?"

"Far from it, Weasley. In fact, I would like to thank you for not taking advantage of my obvious state of lunacy. I think my pride would have been hurt an awful lot more if I had actually ended up shagging you."

"Oh, so shagging me would be lunacy?" Ginny said and raised her eyebrows. Malfoy shrugged. "Well, no problem then," Ginny said abruptly and got up again. "I'll see you around, Malfoy."

"Not bloody likely."

Ginny opened her mouth and closed it again. She stared back at Malfoy who was observing the bottom of his goblet again, clearly not interested in her anymore. He was acting rather childish, Ginny figured, and she snatched the goblet out of his hand. He glared at her even more childishly, and she snorted.

"Not very ladylike, are you, Weasley?" Malfoy sneered and got to his feet. "Didn't I tell you to sod off?" Ginny glared at him, before her face lit up all of a sudden.

"Come," she said gleefully and grabbed his hand. He stared at her before he reluctantly got up. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you," Ginny smiled. "I'm a Gryffindor, you know, we don't believe in violence."

"Right," Malfoy muttered, still rather sceptical, but too curious not to follow her. He tried to make sure, however, that his fellow Slytherins were aware of the image of Draco Malfoy being dragged out of a room by Ginny Weasley. Just the thought alone brought a smirk upon his face. "Where are we going, Weasley?" he asked as they had left the room. The corridor that led to the room was full of giggling students who desperately attempted to find a decent place to snog. Ginny, on the other hand, seemed quite determined.

She marched through the corridor, still holding Malfoy's hand, dodging the students who had troubles walking, smiled pleasantly to people who recognized her, and kept jerking Malfoy's hand whenever he held her back to witness something dodgy he could gossip on later. When Ginny suddenly released Malfoy's hand, he found himself nearly disappointed. His gaze went from a rather interesting happening between a perhaps too young Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor Malfoy surely needed some dirt on, to Ginny. His jaw dropped when she was halfway through a window.

"Weasley," he hissed, "please don't go die on my behalf."

"Malfoy, don't be daft," Ginny smiled as her head poked inside again. "It's a ladder here. Up to the roof."

"Oh," Malfoy said and blinked before he sneered: "Oh. I knew that."

"Well, come on then," Ginny said impatiently and disappeared out the window. Malfoy hesitated, before he walked over and glanced outside. There she was, holding tight to an ancient ladder. Ginny grinned and began climbing it. "Don't be a sissy, Malfoy!"

"I am no sissy," he muttered, a bit uneasy about the whole situation. The ladder was probably as old as the castle, and Malfoy remembered to have paid attention in History of Magic class once during his first year. The castle was over a thousand years. A thousand years. When did they invent the ladder anyway?

"Malfoy," Ginny said in an amused voice. "Is it true what they say about the Slytherins?"

"Depends," Malfoy said and leaned his head out the window so he could see and hear Ginny properly. "You're wearing a skirt," he added with a smirk. "But what do they say about the Slytherins?"

"I know I'm wearing a skirt," Ginny said and disappeared off the ladder when she had reached the roof. "They say that the only reason why Slytherins hate Gryffindors is because we are braver than you."

"Rubbish," Malfoy sneered, "anyone who would say 'Slytherin' and 'brave' in the same sentence doesn't know what he or she is talking about." He nearly jumped when her cry of laughter filled the air. "What is it, Weasley?"

"You're funny," she smiled. "Now come up here, I promise not to tell anyone how brave you were."

"That ladder will be the death of me."

"No, Malfoy, it has survived heavier people than you."

"Are you implying that I am skinny?" he snarled and leaned out the window so much that he could see her red hair at the roof.

"Not implying, Malfoy; stating."

"Quite cocky when you're up there, aren't you?" Malfoy sneered. He did a grimace before he got out the window and began to climb the ladder. His hands were shaking violently, and he did everything in his power not to look down, but rather hold his gaze on the fierce red hair of Ginny Weasley. When he finally got to the top, she was sitting there with a pleased smile on her face. He didn't dare to get up, so he crawled rather uncharacteristically over to her, before he sat down next to her.

"Nice, isn't it?" she whispered, but his eyes never left her face. He didn't see whatever she saw; his focus was on the fabulous shine in her eyes as she stared at the few rays of light that were left on the midnight sky. "The day you shag me, Malfoy, is the day hell will freeze over and the only choice I have for survival is to shag you or eat poo."

"How would shagging me keep you alive?" Malfoy drawled.

"I only assume by the end of days you will still have something valuable - such as food in this example - up your sleeve."

"How very true, Weasley." They were both silent for quite some time, before he said: "Has hell frozen over, Weasley?" She smiled and glanced at him before she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not going to force you to stay here when I know you would rather be inside and find yourself a girl."

"But I have already found one, I'm only waiting for hell to freeze."

"It's not going to happen, it's a matter of speech, Malfoy," Ginny smiled.

"Of course it's going to happen," Malfoy replied. "Haven't you read the papers, Weasley? With this global warming and Merlin knows what, hell will be a wonderful place to go skating any day now."

"Hell doesn't even exist," Ginny grinned, as she tried to hold her laughter back.

"Oh, you heathen, you!" Malfoy gasped and pointed a pale, slender finger at her. When she finally gave a sound that reminded him of laughter, he smiled a satisfied smile and let his finger touch her hair instead. She quickly jumped away from him, though, and her smile was gone in a flash.

"All right," Ginny suddenly said sternly after an awkward silence. "I'll give you a kiss, and you either piss off or stop nagging about sex, all right?"

"Yeah, okay."

"No, you'll kiss me," she said hastily and glanced at him. He resisted a grin when he saw her face flush.

"Makes no difference to me."

"Oh, good."

"But you have got to look in my direction," he said. "I'm not moving another inch on this roof as it is."

Ginny smiled a small smile before she faced him. He quickly leant against her and kissed her as if he though she would change her mind if he didn't do it quickly enough. He was rather surprised, though, when she seemed just as eager as he was. Their lips were crushed together, and at the same time they opened their mouths to deepen the kiss instantly, as if there was no way back if the kiss got deep enough. She dug her nails into his skin behind his ears, and for some strange reason it gave her extreme satisfaction.

A sound escaped Ginny's throat, and Malfoy's reaction was to turn the kiss close to violent, as he was nearly devouring her lips. She did resistance and tried to overdo his kiss, and the result was she biting his bottom lip hard. Her teeth sunk into his lip, and he winced. Ginny pulled herself back, and watched with big eyes what she had done. His bottom lip was bleeding violently, and he was doing his best not to spoil his clothes. To her surprise, Malfoy didn't seem upset about the incident. She tried to smile, but her lips hurt too much.

"That's pure blood you got there, I hope?" she muttered mockingly, and Malfoy looked back at her with a glimpse of humour in his eyes she had never seen before. He then pointed his wand at his lip, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

"I - I better go," Ginny muttered and began climbing down the ladder. She glanced at him once, but his focus was at the dark sky above himself. She continued her climbing, and as she made it through the window, she shrunk down to the floor, and hid her face in her hands. She drew her breath sharply, got up to her feet and walked firmly on.

On the top of the roof, Draco Malfoy had laid down on his back, and was constantly hitting the back of his head against the hard surface that covered the roof. He sucked his own bottom lip and closed his eyes as he bit it lightly; just to feel some of the pain she had caused him. He smiled a crooked smile, before he turned his head to the right and opened his eyes. He could see the top of the Gryffindor Tower from where he lied, and for a split second he considered to summon his broom and fly over there. Malfoy snorted. What was this? Surely, he wasn't turning into an impulsive, romantic sod? Surely - or rather hopefully - not. He had only snogged her after all. He had snogged Hannah Abbott too, but it wasn't likely that he would visit her voluntarily.

Malfoy sat up properly and gazed across the courtyard and the Forbidden Forest. He wondered if Pansy Parkinson had stayed up for him. She probably had, as she always did, and he began to crawl towards the ladder. Malfoy glanced one last time at the Gryffindor Tower, and smirked.

Ginny Weasley had bitten his lip so violently it would leave a mark. His lips were bruised by her violent kiss. Malfoy let a finger slide behind his ear and he felt three, burning stripes there. If he had known this about Weasley, he would have considered failing just enough classes to have to take the last year all over again. He shuddered.

Or maybe Pansy would do just perfectly.

Fin.