Lost Soul

Ginny awoke to an empty bed. Her head was swimming. Was last night real or did I dream the whole thing. She needed to know but how could she ask Hermione? What if it didn't happen? Would Hermione think I was obsessed? But still she needed answers; so answers she would get.

She flushed mercilessly as she entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Harry beamed up at her as she pulled a pitcher of pumpkin juice toward her. "Gin, you look bushed, what'd you do last night?" Harry asked teasingly as he nudged her slightly. She nearly knocked the pitcher over, as she looked up a few seats away from her on the other side where Hermione sat. Their gaze met and they shared a quick smirk before Hermione went back to her discussion with Parvati. That was it, she thought. It did happen, it wasn't a dream. Ginny giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

"Probably the same as you."

*

Ginny left the Great Hall early hoping to get to a good table in greenhouse three before the others. She entered the greenhouse, only to come face to face with the last person she wanted to see first thing in the morning. It seemed the Slytherins had her idea in mind also. Draco cocked an eyebrow and gave her a sly smile. He looked up and his expression changed to a hard emotionless frown. He shoved past her muttering, "Watch it Weasley," ever so slightly under his breath just as Ginny's fellow classmates wandered into the greenhouse. Soon followed by Professor Snape. It seemed Draco had left to talk with his Professor.

Five minutes into class when Draco entered after Snape, he couldn't help but stare at Ginny. She was so gentle, but somewhat intimidating. Her red hair seemed like flames of protection that would keep her out of harm's way. Her every move was like some rich drug that he just, couldn't get enough of. He wanted more; he craved it like nothing he had ever craved before. Looking at her would awake an urge in his loins that he couldn't ignore. Draco knew she was hurting, deep down inside, but he didn't care about whether or not he could fix it. All he wanted was her; he wanted to be in her. He wanted to be the first to touch her creamy skin and kiss her supple lips. He craved to taste the delicate folds of her womanly features. He wanted it so much; he could almost smell it. By now his trousers were bulging in the front but Draco managed to hide it with his cloak. He took his spot next to Crabbe and began to scribble down notes, telling himself that he was a Malfoy, and that Malfoys always get what they want.

*

Ginny walked silently out of her transfiguration classroom, with her books clutched to her chest. She had managed to finish her classes and escape the thoughts that could consume her. Her hair draped about her face and hid her forlornness. Keeping her eyes to the corridor floor she careened into Draco whom had knocked her on her behind. Ginny scrambled to retrieve her books as her eyes met Draco's. He was standing over her with his fist clenched, his eyes piercing her gaze. He was seething. Of course he had meant to collide with her and give Ginny the feel of his dominant presence. He had figured out how to accidentally be in the same corridor at the same time as her.

Ginny didn't know whether it was embarrassment or something else that made her blush the way she did, but she needed to get away from that captivating glare. She felt violated every time Draco looked at her. "Sorry," she muttered as she grabbed her last book. As she stood up and made way to leave, Draco dropped his talon-like grip on her fragile forearm. His eyes bore into hers. His were so full of strength while hers were almost in tears. Draco broke the stare and smirked.

"Careful, don't want to break something." He pushed her lightly as he let go of her arm. Draco licks his lower lip in a somewhat provocative manner and delivers another scowl. A small scurry later and he was left staring at her rounded backside. Goyle pushed up beside Draco and they marched off to the Great Hall.

*

Ginny sunk to the ground in the lavatory. She touched her arm gingerly as she tugged her robe off to raise her sleeve. Draco left a handprint on her pale skin. Ginny tingled all over as she gently felt the throbbing red mark. She shook herself off and picked up her things off the cold cement floor. Ginny retreated to the Great Hall to join her loved ones at dinner.

*

Ginny felt awkward as she walked to her table. She kept her head low to avoid a certain stare.

He watched her curves make themselves present as her robes tugged when she walked. Her bare legs were evident with her kilt hugging each one as she placed one in front of the other. It seemed as though time was going in slow motion for Draco. The bare skin of her toned leg seemed to glow, to tease him about what was above them and out of his reach. He saw the shimmer glint on her lips from her peach lip-gloss. No doubt it was the very same one that she wore in her herbology class. He knew it was peach because the scent was so powerful that day, he could almost taste it. He closed his eyes and imagined. She was in my own private prefect room, lying in my bed, dressed in a sheer peach coloured teddy. Her hair lying about her as she smirked at me. She beckoned me with her finger toward the bed, closer to her. I can smell the peaches; damn near taste them.

Draco's eyes flashed open when Golye nudged him back into reality. He smirked at Draco and nodded toward his pants, "Who's the tent for? Or who's it about?" Draco flushed for a mere second before smacking Goyle in the back of the head. He covered his bulge with his robe.

"I was just thinking about your mum, Goyle." Draco's witty retort got a few laughs from the other Slytherins at the table, but when he went to look back at his peach obsession, she had already concealed herself at her own table. Damn it all.

"Hey Gin, what's up?" Ron asked his sister as she plopped down beside Hermione and Harry. She felt eyes on her as she shrugged him off. She began helping herself to roast and potatoes.

"Hermione, do you think you could help me tonight with a paper, uh, for class?" Ginny put down the metal serving spoon and glanced at the honey brown eyes of Hermione. It was as though Hermione knew where Ginny was going with this. Licking the remains off her spoon, she smirked and nibbled her bottom lip sensuously.

"Maybe Gin, I dunno what I have planned just yet. We'll see." She managed to sneak a quick wink in before being sucked into another conversation.