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Dark Words for the Innocent	By : seinengel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 14715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

Ginny grumbled to herself. “Stupid prat... Lying foul little...”

“That's quite enough Miss Weasley,” Professor Mcgonagall said, her lips thinning. Then she went back to her papers on her desk.

Ginny huffed. If it wasn't for that git Michael Corner. She caught him snogging a 5^th year Hufflepuff after Gryffindor quidditch practice, and hexed him straight to the hospital wing. Now she has detention for a whole week with Mcgonagall. This is just the first of many hours writing lines. “I must not hex other students...”. Ginny thought she had seen Professor Mcgonagall smile when she gave her reason for hexing Michael, so she was sure her punishment would have been worse were it another teacher that had seen her.

2 and a half hours later, Mcgonagall let her return to the Gryffindor common room. With warnings of more dire consequences were she to attack Mr. Corner again. Ginny smirked and rushed back to the common room.

When he got there, she found Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in their usual chairs next to one of the fireplaces. Ron's face was bright red and his fists were clenched. Harry was looking like he wanted to kill someone. Hermione's cheeks were flushed and she looked like she was about to start in on a lecture when Ginny walked over to them. Ron jumped up and seemed to get more red, and looked like his head was going to explode.

“Ginny! We heard. I always new that slimy git was no good! I swear next time I see him, I'll hex him right back to Madam Pomfrey!” His chest was heaving as he had ran up the great staircase.

“Oh, Ronald!” Hermione stood up, “That will put you in detention right with Ginny! Prefects do not go around hexing students because they.. Well because they upset you!” Hermione said rather pathetic. She looked like she agreed with him.

Harry looked up at Ginny with sad eyes. He said softly, “Are you alright, Ginny?” That got Ron and Hermione's attention before they got into yet another argument. Ginny sighed, her shoulders hunched. She felt rather rejected. She actually liked Corner. Hermione put her arm around her shoulder's, and guided her to the couch to sit down.

“Yeah, I'm okay. Those hexes were pretty satisfying,” Ginny responded to Harry's question. “Well now he'll never get into my knickers,” she whispered to Hermione, who covered her mouth, blushed and giggled. The boys glared at them, as if thinking what could possibly be funny about this situation. “Right, well, I'm off to bed. Detention was exhausting and I can't possibly do my homework tonight. Night.”

Three g'nights rang out and Ginny headed up to her dormitory. Truth was, she just wanted to be alone at this point. And she did have a transfiguration essay to finish for tomorrow. She didn't need another detention for not finishing the assignment.

After putting the final words on the parchment, she put it in her bag and changed into her pajamas. Closing her curtains and pulling the covers to her chin, she finally let out just one tear for the slimy, cheating git. She wiped it away, sniffed and then closed her eyes.

Meanwhile....

“Mr. Malfoy! Put that first year down this instant! 15 points from Slytherin and detention, tomorrow night after dinner,” Professor Mcgonagall shouted. Draco sighed. You just can't discipline the little snots anymore. The Ravenclaw in question dropped to the floor with a loud thump.

She had bumped into him and spilled ink on his robes, so he magicked her upside down and was about to demand an apology when Mcgonagall turned down the hall way.

Draco sneered, and spat, “Of course, Professor”. He then turned and continued walking towards his common room. He spelled the ink off his robe and shirt, mumbling about damned know-it-all's walking around with their heads in a bloody book. Who walks around with an open jar of ink anyway? She deserved the detention, not him.

He arrived at his common room in the dungeons, when to his horror, Pansy Parkinson walked out. “Oh, Drakie poo! I was just about to come looking for you,” she simpered. “I was hoping you would invite me to your room and-” He cut her off by walking past her into the common room. Girl just wouldn't take a hint. He didn't like to share, so when he caught her in a rather compromising position with Nott, he dumped her. He had grown tired of the same old tricks in the bedroom anyway. She didn't like getting a little rough and he couldn't stand her odd winning moans anymore.

He heard her huff behind him and could feel her glare. She continued out of the common room, though, witch told him she had other plans rather than finding him. What a tramp. He spotted Blaise in the corner drinking from a bottle of fire whiskey. Wondering had gotten up his knickers to break out their hidden stash, he strode over.

Draco snagged the bottle out of Blaise's hand, and took a drink. “Wha-! Oh. Draco,” Blaise said. His face was extremely bland. Draco took another drink before passing the bottle back to him.

“Troubles, mate?” Draco sneered. Blaise grunted, not even looking at him. He took a long drink from the bottle, then handed it Draco. He sniggered and took a drink. “Must be bloody horrid,” he said, passing the bottle back.

“You know, these bloody chits are driving me crazy? One second, she's all into it, then the next, 'oh! I could never go all the way! And the blasted girl walks away, leaving a poor bloke all hot and bothered. I swear, if I wasn't against beating women, I would've strangled that bloody tease,” Blaise ranted.

“So, it didn't work out with the Ravenclaw, then?” He asked. Draco remembered a rumor about her and a few seventh years. Bloody tease is right.

Blaise threw another harsh glare at Draco. “Where's a good shag when you need one. You know, this wouldn't be so bad if I could shove some girl in a corner and shag her senseless. I don't think my sanity will survive if I don't get laid soon, mate,” Draco swore Blaise sounded like he was about to cry.

“Bloody hell, Blaise,” He winced, “Just how far did you go? You sound like you almost had it done when she backed off,” Draco could almost feel his pain, and remembered that he hadn't touched another girl since he caught Pansy going at it with Nott a week ago. He just couldn't find a girl who matched him in bed. No shag could really fulfill him.

Blaise hunched his shoulders. “I had the chit naked on a desk somewhere on the 4^th floor. Just when I was going to shag her, she says no, and leaves me hanging!” He shouted the last words. Draco paled and winced in sympathy. Its never happened to him, but it sounds painful. He decided not to mention the 7^th year she screwed around with. He took one last drink of the fire whiskey and stood up.

“That blows, mate. Well, I'm off to bed. I'll see you tomorrow,” Draco said, not waiting for an answer. If he stuck around any longer, his own shaft might start hurting. He climbed the stairs to his private room and shucked his clothes. He preferred sleeping nude. He always managed to get twisted up in his bed clothes and avoided wearing any to bed when he could.

Laying stretched out on his bed, he thought of Blaise's situation, and resolved to find him a shagable girl before the week ends.

A/N: This is my first fanfic for Harry Potter. I hope you like it. I'll try to keep as close to HP6 as I can, but my little story may divert from J.K.'s chosen path. Please review and let me know what you think! I should have chapter 2 up tomorrow. Hopefully I wont have too much writer's block wth this story.
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