Draco leaned against a wall outside the Runes classroom, passing the time until his own class began. His eyes were closed, the words of two annoying gossipy Hufflepuffs running through his head.

"Did you hear? Brown said that Patel overheard Potter confessing to Granger that he might have feelings for Ginny Weasley."

Potter wasn't supposed to like girls. Potter was supposed to like him. For two years now Draco had been trying to get Potter's attention. He'd tried everything—secret gifts, toning down the curses he threw on the pathetic people that Potter called friends (for stopping them all together would be too obvious), even attempting to start civil conversation with that mudblood witch, but all had failed. Miserably.

And now a pathetic excuse of a pureblood was going to get the man he desired.

That would not suffice.

He spent Runes fixated on this little blurb of news, about whether or not it could be real? Half way through class, he decided there was a solid chance that the rumors were true. Brown was useless aside from her gossip, which tended to be amongst the most accurate in the school. By period's end he decided that if he wasn't going to have Potter, neither was she. He would have to sully her in his eyes. He knew that Potter went for the innocent types. Well, if she wasn't innocent, then he wouldn't go for her, would he?

* * *

Opportunity struck the next day. A little charm to split the seam of her book bag and soon her bags were spilled all across the floor. He quickly moved to stand over her shoulder. "Weasley. We need to have a little…chat."

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she said, trying to ignore him the best she could in favor of picking up her books. "If you don't mind, I don't want to be late to Potions."

"I'm sure Professor Snape will be more than glad to not have you running underfoot today."

"And then I'll get detention instead. No thanks, I'll take the glares and snide remarks, thanks."

"Oh, no, I think you will come with me." He whispered in her ear, "You wouldn't want the whole school to know how you set the Basilisk loose and nearly killed the muggle- borns, do you?"

"But…I was under Tom's influence then. It wasn't me."

"That won't matter, will it? Because who would believe that a stupid little book could do so much damage?"

Her jaw clenched. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

He smirked. "I knew you'd see it my way."

He guided her to an infrequently used hallway, into an unused storeroom he'd discovered months ago when seeking out a place to have trysts away from the all seeing eyes of the professors.

"What is it you want, Malfoy? I'm here."

Draco rolls yours eyes. "What do you think I want, you foolish chit?" he asks, pushing her against the wall. Oh yes, devastating this angel of her purity was going to be great fun. "If I wanted to just *talk* I would have already said my piece in the hallway. I mean, why on earth would I take you away from the safety of the crowds just to talk? It would lower my reputation to be seen with you."

Her eyes widened in fear as she finally began to realize what Draco wanted. She struggled in his grasp as, but his grip only tightened as he dragged her over to a cot that he'd set up in the room in the room not long after he discovered it. He threw her onto it, and straddled her, pinning her wrists above her head. He took a good look at her. Puberty had done her well. Gone was the slightly chubby round face of her youth, in its place, the longer more elegant face of a woman was developing. Her chest had filled out nicely. Not flat, yet not grossly obscene as was so fashionable amongst the muggle-borns. She was pretty. She would never be beautiful like his mother, but she easily put any of the Slytherin girls to shame. It would make fucking her even more enjoyable.

"Why are you doing this," Ginny asked, silent tears running down her face.

"Because you love Potter." He replied as he opened her robes and ripped off her blouse. "And so do I."

She tried again to wiggle out of his reach, but she could barely move under his solid weight. "Don't do this, Malfoy. If you let me go now, I won't say anything. Swear."

"I'm sorry," which he wasn't, "But I must. It's the only way to prevent Potter from wanting you. Short of maiming or killing you." He gently sucked on one of her nipples, before blowing cool air on it. "I mean, he won't want you if I've already had you. I'm sure you understand."

She shivered at the cold words and the warm feeling starting to build within her. Why should she like anything he did to her when he was so callous?

"I don't want to hurt you. I'll make it as pleasing as possible to the both of us," he said as he kissed her other nipple, his hands busily removing her skirt. He kissed down her stomach until his face was centimeters away from her slit. He licked it gently, probing it with his tongue, his finger playing with her clit.

"What? What are you doing to me?" She demanded, panting.

He could feel her get wetter and wetter with ever stroke of his tongue and with every movement of his fingers. "I'm treating you like the woman you're about to become," he said straightforwardly. He watched her flush both writhe in disappointment as he the sensations stopped. He stood and removed his own robe, and pulled down his own trousers and boxers as much as was needed to keep them from getting in the way.

He positioned his prick at the tip of her entrance, and looked at her eyes. "Are you ready?" He hadn't meant to say that, but felt oddly compelled to ask, the sadness in her eyes getting to him.

"Please…I’m a virgin. Don't hurt me," she whimpered.

Something about her pleading tone got to him. Draco stopped, sighed, and finally rolled off her. "I can't. I can't do this. Lowering myself to rape a girl because I'm pissed off at someone I'm better than?" He snorted. "How pathetic can I get? Go on. Get dressed. You're free to go."

"No."

He stared at her as if she was insane. "Are you as daft as Ron? Why are you telling me no?"

"I don't think I'll ever have Harry," she whispered. "If I can't have him…well, having someone who loves him too is the next best thing, isn't it?"

He became convinced that the youngest Weasley child was completely and utterly insane. But if she was willing...well, no longer would it be rape, and he'd still be better than Potter.

"If you're sure," he said smoothly.

She nodded. "Please, do it."

That was good enough for him. He repositioned himself between her legs. "This will hurt," he said as he pushed forward, moving slowly as he felt the piece of tissue that marked her virginity give way under his insistent pressure.

Her nails dug into his back as she made little gasping sounds. "Oh! Oh!" Her face was screwed up in a mixture of pain, and soon of pleasure as he began to manipulate her clit yet again. He quickly tired of his controlled thrusts, he began fucking her in earnest, moving faster and harder, ignoring her pleas and whimpering until he came deep inside her. Mechanically, he played with her until she too came. He owed her that much, or at least if she enjoyed herself there was less chance she'd tell anyone.

As he pulled out and got dressed, her eyes went wide. "What I have done? Harry will hate me even more than he does now!"

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes--the bint had asked for it. In as sincere at one as he could muster, he said, "I can assure you that he doesn't hate you, Ginny." He was surprised that she hadn't heard the gossip, but brushed it off as new enough that one of her friends hadn't had the time to tell her yet.

"He will now. Oh gods. And you're going to tell him, aren't you?" she asked, pulling her knees up to her body.

He shook his head, and cupped his hand under her chin. "No," he said truthfully. He had planned on it originally. For now, her guilty conscience was good enough. Besides, there was always blackmail later. "I wouldn't want to hurt you like that. If you do get lucky and Harry does want you…than you should be luckier than I and enjoy it. One of us deserves to be happy at least."

She sniffled. "You mean it?"

"I do."

"What do I tell Harry…if I do ever have that chance?"

"You simply don't. If he doesn't like you because I've had you, then you're too good for him anyway." He replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

She looked up at him, hopefully. "You mean that?"

He nodded. "I do." He could tell that this sudden tenderness was confusing her, and she hastily got dressed. "I've...I've got to go." She fled, tears streaming down her face as soon as she was even half way presentable.

Draco shrugged and got dressed himself. It was not what he had originally planned…but maybe some good would come of it. Ginny Weasley was no Harry Potter. But he knew that Ginny Weasley would soon be Harry Potter's. So no...the plan hadn't worked out as originally intended at all.

In fact, this might even be better.

Draco hummed a happy tune as he left the little room behind, plotting his next meeting with the girl who would be Potter's--oh yes, he was going to have fun with this. Oh yes, so much fun.

[The End]