Taken

Before we begin, a brief author's note...

*Dances around and sings.* Guess who's back. Back again. Shady's back. Tell a friend.

That's right! I'm baaaaack. I won't say better than every, because I don't rightly know if that's true. But here I am with some new Ginny/Draco angsty, fluffy goodness. It's rated R for a reason, so anyone out there with virgin ears might want to be careful. Mind you, Draco's in 7^th year and Ginny's in 6^th, so expect a little more than a peck on the cheek. Same goes for Ron and Hermione, too.

And now. On with it.

Chapter One: Extraordinary

Your lipstick's out of place

From when I kissed your mouth

Your snow-white skin is blemished blue

Around your wrist from when I held your hand

You told me that it would be the last time

But now I'm getting harder to fool

It really beats the hell out of my why I'm with you...

Waltons - Beats the Hell out of Me

"What were you doing with him?" Draco Malfoy snarled in her ear, grip tightening around her waist. The girl squirmed, fixing him with a short glare.

"We were talking. I wasn't aware that it's a crime." Draco pinned her up against the wall, pounding his fist next to her head.

"Damn it, Ginny, don't fuck with me. What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing that you need to be concerned about. He's my friend. That's all," she replied, a smug look on her face. He leaned in close, gray eyes flashing dangerously.

"That wasn't all last year. That wasn't all two years ago. Wonder Boy still wants you. I can see it when he looks at you." Ginny stuck her chin in the air, looking down her nose at him.

"He can't have me. I don't want him."

"Yes you do," Draco sneered, brushing a finger down her jaw. "He intrigues you. He's met the Dark Lord. You've met the Dark Lord. You can talk to each other and understand. Why shouldn't you want him? The Great Harry Potter?"

"Why would I want him when I want you?" Ginny shot back, moving a bit to grind her hips against his. He let out a moan, capturing her lips in a searing kiss and pinning her even tighter to the wall.

"You torture me," he whispered roughly when they separated, leaning in to nibble her lower lip. Ginny only smiled teasingly, pushing him away so she could grab her bag off the floor.

"I have to get to the library. I left my books when you dragged me off." Draco arched an eyebrow, snatching her hand and kissing the back suavely.

"Meet me outside the Great Hall after supper. Bring your cloak." Ginny nodded, a small grin appearing as he delivered a tender kiss to her cheek. He watched her as she turned towards the library, until she rounded the corner. Then he cursed to himself and stalked off to the Prefects' bathroom. He needed a cold shower.

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"I saw you with Malfoy," a voice growled in Ginny's ear as she was collecting her books. Startled, she half-turned, glaring at the intruder.

"Noted, and ignored," she replied, enjoying the way her older brother's face turned red. Ron frowned, trying to keep his temper in check and resisting the urge to pound Draco's face in.

"Grow up, Ginny. Can't you see what he's doing? He's trying to turn you against your family. You were never like this before this year."

"I wasn't a lot of things before this year." She fought back a giggle, as Ron's face grew even redder. "Besides, why do you care? It's not as if I'm exactly welcome in your little group." She scooped her books up and started to the door, Ron trailing behind.

"Of course you're welcome. You've always been welcome." Ginny's jaw clenched at his reply, refusing to look at him. She'd never really been a part of their group. Sure, she'd sit with them and talk to them while she and Harry were together, but she never belonged. It had always been 'Ron, Harry, and Hermione.' Not 'Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ron's little sister.'

"Ron, go study with Hermione or something. I know what I'm doing, and I can take care of myself." Ron opened his mouth to object, but Ginny slipped off down a shortcut to the common room, leaving him alone in the hallway.

She fumed the whole way down the corridor. How dare he treat her as if she were five years old? She wasn't a child anymore, and she didn't need him watching over her like a hawk. If he could only get to know Draco, he would understand. He cared about her. He didn't spoil her, but he treated her like something special. Like she was more than just 'Ginny Weasley, youngest of seven and the only girl.' He acted as if she were the only one who mattered.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't even see the boy until she plowed into him, both reeling back from the impact. Ginny opened her mouth to apologize as she glanced up, closing it again when she saw whom it was.

"Oh. Sorry." Harry grabbed her arm when she tried to push past him, drawing her back.

"Ginny, I need to talk to you." Ginny rolled her eyes, frowning at Harry.

"I can't talk now. I have to drop my books off in my dorm and get to the Transfiguration room. I'm tutoring some second years."

"After dinner, then," he persisted, frowning slightly as Ginny smiled.

"Can't. I'm meeting Draco." Harry's frown deepened.

"...Oh."

"So I'll see you at dinner." Again she started to leave, sighing when Harry grabbed her shoulder.

"..Why are you doing this, Gin? Some sort of rebellion against your parents? Against your brother? Against me?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginny gaped at him, jerking away. "What I'm doing has nothing to do with you or my family."

"Then what are you doing? ...What do you see in the guy anyways? He's a Slytherin. And remember who his father is. He's using you, Ginny."

"What give you the right?" she asked, voice deadly calm. "What give you the right to give a damn now? When you so obviously didn't care before. Why now? Just because Draco cares about me? Just because you think if you can't have me, no one else should be able to? Tell me, Harry, what the fuck do you want from me?" Harry stared at her, arm dropping to his side.

"...You've changed. He's changed you."

"He hasn't done anything to me. Not that I haven't wanted, anyways." Harry's jaw dropped. Ginny smirked evilly, continuing. "You're just fixed on the idea that the Ginny you were with was the real Ginny. The shy, innocent Ginny isn't me. This is me. ...And I'm not with you." Before he could respond or stop her a third time, she was gone, not looking back even once.

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"So what's with you and the Weasley girl?" Blaise Zabini spoke up from across the common room, drawing Draco's attention from his letter to his mother. He arched an eyebrow at the other boy, setting his quill down and tilting back in his chair.

"How do you mean?"

"Are you banging her or something?" Draco choked a bit at the question, snorting to cover it up.

"What business is it of yours?" he sneered, crossing his arms. Blaise rolled his eyes, pushing himself up and making his way across the room.

"Spare me. I've known you since we were in nappies. You hate anything that has to do with the Weasley or that Potter. ...So did she slip you a love potion?" Draco shrugged, glancing around the otherwise empty common room.

"Have you seen her lately? You'd never tell she's got a figure under those school robes. And there's always the added bonus that she has Potter drooling over her." Draco feigned disinterest in the subject, but Blaise saw right through his act.

"...You really like her," the dark haired boy stated, smirking at the patented Malfoy sneer that was sent his way in return. "Maybe you looooove her."

"I don't believe in love, Zabini. So you can stick your notions right up your arse."

"Then why are you getting defensive? Before this year, you would have gladly started insulting her family or her. ...If you want to know what I think-"

"Well, I don't," Draco interrupted him, scowling. Blaise ignored him, continuing.

"I think you really care about her. And you're scared, because you've never felt this way before." Draco frowned as Blaise stood and disappeared to the seventh years' dorms. Shit. He couldn't actually be right...could he?

...Damn it all.