lore (lore) wrote in love_lore, @ 2006-01-30 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | canon: ootp, pairing: ginny/draco, pairing: snape/lupin, rating: nc17, type: fic, type: gift |
Fic: Listen While You Can (Draco/Ginny, Snape/Lupin, NC17/NWS)
Title: Listen While You Can
Author: lore
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy and a cast of thousands
Rating: NC-17/NWS
Summary: People are disappearing from Hogwarts, but Ginny finds more than she bargained for, as usual.
Disclaimer: No way in heck I'm taking responsibility for Draco Malfoy or Ginny Weasley, so JKR can keep the lot of 'em.
Notes: ~3000 words. Written for sarea_okelani in the 2004 dearsanta exchange, which means it is only OotP-compliant. I'm pretty sure I had it beta-ed...I'm guessing at least elenalink had a look at it. The rest is my fault. *g* Feedback/comments/concrit/squee warmly welcomed.
When Professor Snape disappeared, no one seemed to care. He was a slimy git and always assigned too much homework and it was near the end of the school year and final exams, so a break from 24-inch essays was more than welcome to most of Hogwarts' population.
To Ginny, it meant trouble.
It was Harry's seventh year and Lord Voldemort had attacked him consistently, one way or another, since his fourth year. There was no reason to believe this year would be any different, and Ginny couldn't understand why people weren't becoming more nervous - or observant.
Students started to disappear next, most of them in Harry's year and most with direct family ties to some faction or another. Ginny understood why no one would bother to work up a sweat over Crabbe and Goyle - Hermione said they weren't likely to successfully sit for a single NEWT anyway. But after no one had seen Draco Malfoy in three days and then Harry himself went missing while Ron and Hermione calmly continued to attend classes, Ginny decided maybe she was immune from whatever type of Confundus charm the Headmaster must have been using on the school.
As Head Boy, Draco devoted at least part of the Prefects meetings to insulting Ginny, criticizing her every action and decision. It made Ron insane, sure, but Ginny quietly rode out the snide remarks because she suspected that made Draco even more insane. During the silent staring matches that followed in meeting after meeting, Ginny somehow developed a crush on the Slytherin Slime. Oh, it was purely physical, of that Ginny was sure. She had ended things with Dean a long time ago and had been avoiding the dating whirlwind since then - too many desperate boys looking for a quick shag before they left school for the uncertainty that lay outside of Hogwarts.
It didn't mean she didn't look, however, and Draco had become mighty fun to look at in the past year. He was all longish, white-blond hair and sharp angles, still, but he was beginning to fill out his jumpers quite nicely. She didn't know how he was doing it, though, since the little ferret had been foisting off all his patrol duties on the rest of the Prefects in the name of his Head Boy duties. Hermione still took her shifts; then again, she did look almost constantly exhausted these days.
When Ron disappeared, Ginny went ballistic.
"Ice Mice! Sherbet Lemon! Cockroach Cluster! Chocolate Frog!" Ginny kept yelling out the names of every candy she knew until the door to Dumbledore's office opened. She didn't even know which one had worked, she just burst into the Headmaster's office, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Where's my brother?! What have you done with him?! I am not leaving this office until you tell me where he is!" It wasn't until she stopped to breathe that she noticed the Headmaster was not his usual twinkling self. In fact, he looked rather withered.
"I think it is time I pick a new theme for my passwords," Dumbledore muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
Ginny calmed down, but persisted. "What have you done with Ron?"
Again, Dumbledore murmured his distracted response, talking more to himself than Ginny. "Yes, it makes sense. We can tell people your mother pulled you both from school. Everyone knows how protective she is."
"Albus!" Professor McGonagall burst into the office, looking particularly murderous. She rounded on Ginny as soon as she saw the Headmaster was intact. "Miss Weasley, you have no right breaking into the Headmaster's office, shouting out his password for anyone to hear! One hundred points-"
"Nobody cares about the bloody house cup this year! You can't just take my brother and not tell me about it! I'm of-age, you know, I can walk right out of this-"
"Miss Weasley! You will not raise your voice-"
"Ladies." Dumbledore's voice cut through the room with a low rumble. They both stood up straighter and waited. "Miss Weasley may join her brother, Minerva. It is late in the game and I do not wish to quibble with family." He stood, not as quickly as he once would have, and threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace. "The house elves will collect your things and send them along."
"Now?" Ginny looked up into Professor McGonagall's suddenly closed face, beginning to understand she might never see her Transfiguration teacher or Hogwarts again before the shadow war they had been fighting for the last three years broke wide open. "I can't say goodbye to my friends? Hermione? Luna?" Her voice sounded terribly small.
Professor McGonagall gave Ginny a gentle, lingering push on her shoulder-blade, directing her to the fire. As Ginny stepped in, she heard the Headmaster shout - "Twelve Grimmauld Place!"
*****
Ginny felt foolish now.
She had stumbled through the floo into a room full of Gryffindors. Professor Lupin caught her and Harry and Ron had rushed forward, throwing their arms about her and dragging her into a corner to explain the situation.
It was grim, but not hopeless. Harry had learned to tap into Voldemort's thoughts, stealing in whenever his scar flared, indicating the Dark Lord would be too distracted by his excitement to notice Harry's footsteps on his mind. Obviously, the bastard was convinced Harry had never mastered Occlumency. Over the past few months, Harry had been spying in Voldemort's mind more scenes of Hogwarts, of troop movements and the Quidditch pitch awash in blood - too many indicators of an impending attack on the school for Dumbledore and the Order to continuing waiting any longer.
Ginny had wondered why Harry had appeared so remarkably calm since Christmas. Not even Draco's most devastating insults - digs at Harry's celebrity, his choice of friends, even his parentage - had gotten a rise out of him in months. Voldemort may have been giving himself away with his everyday irritations, but Harry had learned to close himself off completely and was not going to let anything slip for a moment's emotion. Ginny smiled grimly as Harry talked on, a thrill running through her at the idea that Tom was getting back some of his own medicine.
Harry and Ron finally stopped their back-and-forth narrative when her trunk popped out of the floo. They helped her carry it to the room she shared with Hermione during the summers and holidays. Hermione would be joining them much closer to the end of the year, fulfilling her duties as Head Girl for as long as possible. Ginny had forced her own exit from the school considerably earlier than planned, but as she had no O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s to contend with, the missed exams and assignments could wait for the outcome of this particular battle in the war. A battle Ginny hoped would end hostilities once and for all.
Ron and Harry went to owl the Weasley parents so they wouldn't worry about Ginny, leaving her alone to unpack her trunk and change for bed, as it was starting to get late. She replayed the information she was given, fitting memories and issues in around it, making a whole picture from the events of the past few months.
"So that's why the Slytherins disappeared," Ginny said to the empty room, crouched before the bottom drawer of the bureau. "Draco must've joined Voldemort."
"You wish, Weasley."
*****
The cool, condescending voice washed over her as Ginny resettled her wand in her grip. She stood and pivoted quickly, shouting, "Incarcerous!"
Draco Malfoy fell at her feet, bound by thick ropes.
She spared him a self-satisfied smirk before darting forward and plucking his wand from his hand. Ginny dragged him all the way into the room and kicked the door shut for good measure. She didn't know what Draco was doing here, but she wasn't about to turn him in to the others until she had extracted a little revenge for all those Prefect meetings. That he was also her current lust-object had everything to do with it. She sat on a bed and admired her handiwork as he began to struggle against the ropes.
"Genius, Weasley. In case it hasn't penetrated through all those freckles, I'm on your side. There's no way I could have gotten here otherwise!" Ginny's incarceration spell was holding up nicely and Draco began to sweat.
"Oh, I know. You're not nearly smart enough to get past Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Lupin and Harry," Ginny said, affecting an air of someone supremely bored. "You're with us all right, I just don't like anyone sneaking up on me. Especially when I am in my own bedroom."
Draco looked up at her with a leer. "Really? It's my impression that the only way you could get a man into your bedroom is to tie him up first!"
Suddenly, she was glad she still had on her shirt and trousers, having shed her jumper and shoes as she unpacked. She'd take any armour she could get when faced with a lascivious, trussed-up Draco. Fighting to keep a flush of colour off her face, Ginny prepared to launch into a full-scale assault on Malfoy as there was no-one here to impress with her restraint.
"You have no idea what it takes to be invited to my bedroom, Draco Malfoy, so don't you go around saying-" A muffled thump from the room next door interrupted her tirade.
"What was that?" Draco asked, renewing his efforts to break free with a crease of anxiety on his forehead.
"I don't know. Shut up and let me listen." She flicked her wand behind her as she passed him and the ropes disappeared. Draco stood, stretching his abused limbs as Ginny dropped to her knees near a crack in the wall from which they heard the strange noise.
From her pocket, Ginny pulled one of her brothers' Extendable Ears. Holding one end of the pale tan string against her ear, she whispered "Go" so the other end could worm its way through the crack, toward what she hoped would be a revealing conversation.
Draco looked at her as if she were insane, sitting on her knees and leaning against the wall with a bit of string hanging from her ear.
"What on Earth are you doing? What is that?" He didn't like being ignored.
"I said be quiet!" Ginny began to whisper, narrating what she was hearing for him. "OK, the sounds are really faint. They must be using a silencing charm, probably wouldn't hear anything without this, and won't hear much more without- There. It's past the spell. I can hear- Oh!"
She pulled the string from her ear, but did not reel it back in yet. She looked shocked and the flush she was combating earlier was back and spreading along her cheeks.
Draco moved forward, tired of being confused. "I want to hear," he demanded through gritted teeth, fingers itching to rip the strange bit of string away from her.
Ginny glared up at him a moment, then shrugged and indicated the floor in front of her. "Mind the Ear," she said as he settled, mirroring her position. She gave the end of the string a tap with her wand, muttering a word that caused the string to split in two at one end - Fred and George's latest innovation.
Taking one end and tentatively holding it against his ear, Draco listened and Ginny did the same. At first, he looked as if he couldn't make sense of the noises he was hearing, but after a minute, she saw heat rising up his neck too.
Someone was having sex in the room next door.
Vigorous, passionate, bed-shaking, wall-pounding sex. Apparently, it was so good, the participants were reduced to a series of moans, groans and the occasional shout of surprise. The partners both sounded male, but they weren't really speaking enough to be recognizable.
They listened for several minutes, Ginny soon visibly panting and Draco pressing back against his heels, trying not to squirm. He asked with a slight whine, "Who's staying next door?"
"How should I know? Last time I stayed here, the room was empty! I just got here today, don't you know who's in there?" Ginny fixed him with her best glare despite the fact that the sheen of sweat on his brow and slightly mussed hair made Draco look good enough to bite. Her mouth hung open and her breathing increased exponentially when she spotted a slight tremble to his hands.
"My room is downstairs!"
"Perfect! Aren't you useless! Why don't you go back downstairs and take care of that-"
Draco surged forward, sealing his lips over Ginny's and cupping his hand against her through her trousers at the same time. Ginny wasted no time in rising up and throwing herself against him, her hand mimicking his, grinding the heel of it against the bulge in his jeans, the zipper surely biting into him.
For a while, they writhed artlessly against one another on their knees like that, groping and making a wet mess of their first kiss, but soon they fell into a sort of rhythm. Draco used his free hand to support her back, holding them close and improving their balance while Ginny threaded hers in the hair at the back of his neck. She found a way to work the zipper aside and he slowed their kisses down by nipping at her lips then sliding his tongue against hers in three deep thrusts before pulling back to nip and lick again.
The kiss was slower, but it was obscene, and Ginny knew he was fucking her mouth as surely as if his dick were in it.
She repaid him by finding a way around the fabric, pushing the zipper aside so she could grip him more fully through cloth, massage her thumb up and down his length. His hips jerked every time she slipped up over his head. Meanwhile, his palm was massaging her mound, the burn between her legs quickly being replaced with a deep thrum of rising pleasure.
Rubbing each other from head to toe through their clothes, all Ginny could think was "It's Draco Malfoy. He's never gonna let me live this down." At least, she thought that until she felt him tugging at the ends of her hair, getting her to drop her head back so he could run his tongue up and down the column of her neck. Then she was thinking, "So much better than Michael Corner!"
They couldn't last, not really, not with the head-start listening in on the next room had given them. She bit his lip and flicked her thumb at the same time and Draco came with a shout and several sharp jerks against her. Before he could really recover, he lowered his hand down from Ginny's back to her arse and gave it a tight squeeze, not on the outside, but near the cleft. A thorough, sudden grope that, combined with his palm and long fingers working against her, sent a rush of heat and humming spasms through her body, marked by a continuous series of moans of her own.
Draco immediately wrapped his hands around Ginny's waist and hauled her against him. She gave an indignant yelp of surprise, but wrapped her arms around his shoulders in return and rested her head against the crook of his neck, still panting as if they had been dueling for hours.
For about thirty seconds, they were at peace.
*****
The door flung open with a bang and Ginny launched herself off of Draco, sending him over his heels to the floor in the process. She wanted to straighten her clothes, but there was very little out of place to begin with, and she thought she might just be able to explain it all away to Harry and Ron-
Only it was Professors Lupin and...Snape, standing there with their wands out in hastily thrown-on robes and little else. At least now Ginny knew what had happened to the Potions master.
"I didn't know you'd be staying in this room, Ginny," Professor Lupin said weakly, the small laugh he conjured sounding more like a dry cough.
Snape's eyes narrowed and he crossed the room in three long steps, picking up the Extendable Ear, which had been left hanging from the crack in the wall between the rooms. He held it up, pinched between his thumb and forefinger like something distasteful, for Lupin to see.
"Yes, well. I take it you heard-"
"I didn't hear anything!" It popped out of Ginny's mouth before she could stop to think.
"I didn't either." At least Draco knew how to play along.
"I don't...think I heard anything?" Professor Lupin caught on quick.
"And I better not hear anything else for at least another two months, Mr. Malfoy, is that understood?"
Ginny turned so red her freckles faded into the background.
There was a smirk back in Draco's voice. "Absolutely, sir! I won't expect to hear anything else either."
"What you will not expect is when I will use this device-" Snape lifted the Ear higher for one last look before slipping it into a pocket of his robes. "To monitor various private nooks in this house at random intervals." He flicked his eyes to Ginny as if expecting a protest for confiscating her Ear, but she didn't speak - there were three more in her pocket.
Draco muttered "Yes, sir," the fight gone out of him, and Ginny started to get mad. She marched up to the door and held it open with a tilt of her head.
"You're welcome to return to your 'meeting', professors. I can see Draco out on my own."
"Ginny, are you sure-" Lupin stepped out at the frosty look Ginny shot him. All-time favourite teacher or not, she was not going to be treated like some virtuous maiden in need of protecting. Not while there was a war on. Not when these might be her last days with many of them, including Draco.
Snape nailed Draco with one last glare and stalked out of the room after Lupin. Ginny slammed the door behind him, but remained staring blankly at it, arms crossed over her chest.
"So..."
"So."
"Professors Snape and Lupin. That's about as likely-"
"As you and me." Ginny shrugged carelessly as she spoke.
Draco approached her from behind, running his hand through her straight hair, helping it fall back into place. She turned around and looked at him, studied him for the first time since she dragged him into the room. He was taller than a few months ago. Still growing. And the last vestiges of softness had left his cheeks, leaving him looking honed and wary. He was going to fight against his father and all his friends' fathers in a battle no one would win.
And Ginny still had a crush on him. Requited, but still there. Still a crush. Maybe could be something more, though.
He looked at her through hooded eyes. "So..."
"So."
Draco shook his head, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, Weasley."
He was almost out the door when she called his name. "Draco."
"Yes?"
She patted her pocket.
"I'd much rather hear you first."
-30-
love, lore
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