Black Ice

Ginny hoped that her parents hadn't been informed that she hadn't gone back to her friend's house as she was supposed to. When she had woken in Draco's bed that morning, she had gathered her clothes and left as quickly as possible. She groaned, clutching her head. Thank Merlin for Sundays! At first it had all been a bit hazy, but then, bit by bit, the memories came back. "Ignorance really is bliss!" thought Ginny.

She tried to rationalise that night. "I had...a shot of firewhiskey, two fizz pops, and some muggle drink." It didn't change the fact that she had had sex, no, incredible, drunken, mind-blowing sex with Draco Malfoy. And she had liked it.

She remembered him screaming at her, her screaming at him, and then the good kind of screaming. She could remember everything from the feel of his hair between her fingers to the taste of his skin. She remembered deliberately scraping her fingernails across his back, just to make him shiver.

And she was going to have to face him tomorrow. Ginny had changed from the scared first year she once was. She had grown into a young, confident woman, tall with hair that feel in red and gold waves halfway down her back. She had startlingly green eyes much like Harry's, and pale skin with freckles that she hated. And now she had the mother of all headaches!

She supposed the lack of sleep didn't help, but when she had returned to Hogwarts that morning, after taking the floo network back to Hogsmeade, she had been unable to sleep. There were not many sixth or seventh years about, as many, like her, had gone to the party in Hogsmeade the night before, so she had chosen to sit in one of the armchairs in the common room. Ginny supposed the only thing she had been glad of that morning was that Draco wasn't her first!

* * *

Draco was very annoyed. The bloody house-elf wouldn't stop laughing at him.

"What is your fucking problem?!!" he shouted.

"Master...master has..." the house elf could barely talk, "master has...love bite on neck!" screeched the elf.

"Oh fuck it." Ginny gave one hell of a love bite there. He'd have to cover it up for school, although father would probably congratulate him on his conquest.

This was incredibly unfair. Draco was considering begging, and Malfoys don't beg. Unless of course you have amazing sex with a red-haired vixen who leaves in the morning. Well, at least he knew how far those freckles went.

* flashback*

"Now Ginny, I'm going to find out exactly where those freckles go to" he said, as seriously as he could, "starting...here!" He started nibbling on her collar bone and Ginny giggled.

"Get off me you weirdo!" Ginny joked.

"Make me!" he said suggestively.

*end flashback*

He was not regretful, however, and a firm mantra echoed in his mind, "I had sex with Ginny Weasley."

Perhaps a light snack would help. He went downstairs, not bothering to cover up the love bite on his neck, and sat down at the large oak table.

A different house elf got him the usual, savoury pancakes with lashings of chilli sauce. His father swept in majestically and sat down at the head of the table.

"Ahh Draco. I see you are up. I didn't hear you come in last night. Were you with a lady friend?"

Draco sighed...here we go.

"Perhaps father," he stated, making absolutely no effort to cover the large purple mark on his neck.

"It's good to know that you are upholding the family pride," Lucius said, leering slightly.

"Yes father, Draco replied absently.

The house elf entered the room with the breakfast plates, closely followed by Narcissa who nearly had a fit when she saw Draco, and in particular the mark on his neck,

"DRACO!!!!" she screeched, "your neck!!!"

"It's just a love bite mum," stated Draco, obviously bored with the direction the conversation was going, and decided that pancakes where a hell of a lot more interesting.

"Draco...brought...a...girl...back...here?" asked Narcissa, trying to contain her shock whilst remembering to breathe. Although Draco had been...ahem well acquainted with many girls he had never brought them back to the Manor.

"Well obviously!" said Lucius, staring at Narcissa as though she was very stupid, but then after all, she was a trophy wife, "So," he happily said to his son, who was thoroughly looking more and more bored, and sat in his chair, staring into space, "who is the lucky girl?"

Draco returned from wherever he was quite rapidly. "Oh, uh, it really doesn't matter Father," he said, eager to get off the topic. He shoved a truckload of pancakes in his mouth for good measure.

"Come on Draco, let us know who she is," said Lucius. "Besides, she can't be much worse than a Weasley." He sneered. Draco nearly choked on his pancakes, and Lucius eyed him suspiciously, but let it go, as he had seen how much food there was in his son's mouth.

Draco panicked. I'd better think of an insult quick or he'll think I am dating a Weasley...which might be true... "Yeah, like I would lower myself to that level!"

Lucius smiled. "Of course, of course! Now are you going to tell me who she is?"

"Erm....You know what Father? I really can't remember. I was very drunk, and she had gone before I'd woken up." And with that he swept out of the room, leaving his half eaten pancakes. Narcissa looked horrified at what her son had just said. His father, however looked positively gleeful. "That's my boy!"

* * *

Ginny awoke the next day with a strong feeling of dread, and nausea. She had spent most of the day before recuperating. Really she needed more time. And more space. And NO contact with Draco Malfoy! Even being within 100 yards was difficult. It didn't help that she didn't have amnesia. Then she could have forgotten everything.

She had hoped she wouldn't see him, but then she remembered that this was impossible, as he was in her potions class.

The other person she had to face was Harry. She had somehow managed to avoid him yesterday (there had been some rumours about a lamp), but sooner or later she'd have to explain where she had gone, and why she had disappeared during their date.

It was bloody typical though. She had finally gotten Harry to go on a date with her, and then she had ended up sleeping with his arch-enemy.

Despite the fact that she didn't want to have any contact with Draco, for some reason Ginny felt the need to remind him of her and that night. She dressed very carefully, paying particular attention to her hair and make-up, before leaving her room for breakfast.

She felt his eyes on her, raking her body as she walked past the Slytherin table and sat down next to Hermione. She began helping her self to breakfast, vaguely aware then most of the male population was staring at her, as well as a vast majority of the female population.

"Ginny. You, um, look different this morning," said Hermione.

"What, can't a girl dress differently once in a while?"

Ginny didn't think she was dressed a lot differently to usual. She wore the shirt she often wore (okay, so it was open by a couple of buttons) and a black shirt (that was quite short) and a push up bra, but apart from that Ginny hadn't undergone any major changes, and she still wore her robes.

"But Ginny..." began Hermione disapprovingly.

"No. Hermione, look. It is just a one off thing. And besides, if Ron had been hitting on a lamp, wouldn't you want to remind him what you looked like?"

"Oh. So this is all for Harry's benefit?"

No. "Of course." Hermione seemed satisfied with Ginny's explanation, and turned back to her breakfast. Many others did the same, having overheard her explanation, however many (mainly guys, and she noticed Seamus Finnigan attempting to eat his own breakfast off Neville's plate) still could not stop staring. Well, at least it's having the desired effect, thought Ginny. She finished her breakfast and stood up to leave.

"Hermione, let Harry know that I missed him at breakfast, but I'll see him later." Merlin, I hate lying, she thought as she left the Great Hall.

She had just walked up the first staircase when a hand grabbed her and yanked her into a classroom. He pushed the door closed and muttered a locking spell and a silencing charm before turning to her.

"Bit ambitious aren't you?"

"I've silenced it so no one will hear us talking."

"Well that's good. Because I want to know what the fuck you think you are doing."

"I had to congratulate you for your attire. No one's ever dressed for me before."

"This isn't for you," Ginny snarled, "this is for Harry." But she felt the blush creep up her neck.

"I knew it!" Draco grinned at her, causing her blush to deepen.

"Merlin, you are so full of yourself, do you know that?" Ginny said, walking away from him to the door.

"I know, "Draco shrugged off the comment. "Same as I know that you enjoyed it on Saturday."

"You know nothing Draco Malfoy. To me it was just a drunken fuck."

"Really?" questioned Draco, moving slowly towards her. She saw his face tilt, felt his lips on hers. Anger filled her, and she shoved him off her, punching him smack on his precious face.

"Stay the fuck away from me." Ginny moved to the door, unlocking it with a simple charm, and left Draco looking quite stunned on the classroom floor.

* * *

Ginny could not believe what had just happened. She could see Malfoy standing there looking so smug, and she hated him. So she had hit him. Hard.

And now she was in the library sitting in one of the corners. He had some nerve, thinking that he would be all she thought about now that they had had sex. As if she was pining for him.

Well, Ginny thought, there will definitely be no pining. Ever.

* * *

Urgh, Ginny's brain was sounding alarm bells. As if she didn't have enough to deal with, Potter was making his way over to her, and he had his serious face on.

"Look Ginny, I'm sorry about Saturday. I was pretty out of it and sure the lamp was you. And I was wondering if the lamp could talk."

Ginny considered this and nodded.

"Right...um...could you come with me to the lake?"

"Sure Harry, " she said.

She saw a flick of his wrist as he muttered something under his breath.

"Ginny, I know I haven't been that attentive a boyfriend, and I know that it has been hard on you this year since your break-up with Seamus, and that party, well I had planned to, well that we...you know."

Ginny thought about telling him the truth and her feelings on the matter.

"Harry, grow up. If you're gonna be having sex, you should be able to say it. And anyway, since when were we going out? Did you know I fucked Draco Malfoy, and since then I'd rather fuck a pig than you?" No, she shook her head. That would never work. Instead she said:

"Harry, if you are going to be having sex, it shouldn't kill you to say it, and we are not going out yet. We have had one date Harry, ONE DATE! And you think I'd sleep with someone just like that," well actually yes! Ginny though to herself, "and you spent the whole date trying to shag a lamp!" Ginny hadn't meant to blow up. She was stressed, this 'thing' with Draco was getting out of control.

"Ginny, what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry." Harry had his head in his hands.

"Oh, ok. I have to go now, I have...something to do." She hurried towards the school, leaving Harry to look blankly at the spot where she had been moments before.

Classes Interlude.

Ginny was making her way to Divination. She was very, very annoyed, and also very, very late. She climbed the ladder leading to the dusty, heavily perfumed room.

"Ahhh, as I predicted." Professor Trelawney's misty voice floated across the room, "Miss Weasley is indeed late and-"

"Quoi? Ferme la bouche!" said Ginny angrily under her breath.

"-cannot speak a word of English," finished Trelawney. Everyone laughed (as although she was a teacher, there was little respect for the mousy woman, and no-one took her seriously).

They spent the rest of the lesson reading teacups.

Ginny had the following in her dregs; a snake, a donkey and a cat. She couldn't be bothered to work it out, and dozed off to dream of Draco for the rest of the lesson.

Trelawney announcing the homework waked her. Oh great, Ginny thought, potions with Snape and Malfoy next. This was just what she needed - quality time with the bitterest bastard in the entire wizarding world.

Snape's voice echoed across the barren dungeon. "Sit down. Now, I believe I set homework last lesson, research into common sleeping potions. Let's see...ahh yes. Miss Weasley," the corner of his mouth twitched into a momentary smirk, "why should you not heat a common sleeping potion for more than 27.5 minutes?"

Ginny considered, and then answered (quite correctly), "Parce que les fruits-violets de fêret sont null après avoir 27.5 minutes. Ils sont...moins potentes!"

However, Snape was not amused. "Miss Weasley, you may be trying to follow the path of your incompetent brothers, but I demand you speak in a language that I, and the whole class might understand, rather than French."

"Quoi? Je ne parle pas le français! Je veux parler en Anglais. Merde!" Ginny was getting very upset. It was then that she noticed Malfoy in the corner chuckling.

"Encoule!" she said, her head in her hands.

"Mr Malfoy, do you understand what this child is trying to say?"

"Well, I am completely fluent in French. Mother thought it important," he said.

"Encoule! Encoule! Encoule!" Ginny said. Trust Malfoy to be the only bloody person in the entire castle who could speak French.

"Well, what is she saying?" Snape asked.

"Um..." Draco glanced at Ginny who was muttering under her breath. "I can't hear sir. But she did answer your question."

"Well, I'll have to wait until Miss Weasley can speak English before I decide," Snape smirked at Ginny.

"Je t'encoule," Ginny snapped at Snape.

"What did she say Malfoy."

"Um...she said that is fair."

"Right," said Snape, looking like he knew exactly what she had said. "Malfoy, take Miss Weasley up to the infirmary and see if Madame Pomfrey can do anything about this."

"Non! Pas Malfoy! Pas Malfoy!" Ginny whined.

"Silence girl, I have no idea what you are talking about," Snape smirked. "Now, kindly go up to the infirmary with Malfoy. Merlin knows you'll need a translator."

Ginny gathered her things and left the classroom, closely followed by Malfoy. She was going to kill whoever did this to her.

She walked along talking to herself, and she only did this when she was a) drunk, b) tired, c) stressed. Strike the a, she was suffering from b and c. Two giggling first years were annoying her, pointing at her. "Vous vous encoulons! Vous êtes idiots!" she shouted. She stormed down the rest of the corridor until she reached the infirmary, Malfoy still on her tail.

"Ah, Miss Weasley...and Mr Malfoy," said Madame Pomfrey eyeing him suspiciously. "I can't see anything physically damaged, what seems to be the problem?"

Ginny began, before she was cut off by Malfoy.

"Je-"

"I think I'd better tell her Weasley." Malfoy turned to Madame Pomfrey, smirking. "It seems Weasley has gone and gotten a spell put on her and she can only speak French."

"Only French?" cried Madame Pomfrey.

"Oui, le français seulement," Ginny said.

"Right, but Professor Snape was wondering if you could remove the spell or something."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not much help with this kind of spell. I only deal with injuries, not harmful spells of this kind," said Madame Pomfrey, turning and beginning to clean the top of one of her units. "However, I do seem to recall that you need to get the person who performed the spell to remove it."

"Merci beaucoup," said Ginny, leaving the infirmary. She knew exactly who had performed the spell.

"Um...she said thanks a lot," said Malfoy to Madame Pomfrey, before following Ginny.

Ginny was waiting for him in the corridor. She was shaking with anger, and he noticed uneasily that her ears were quite red.

"Je pensais que vous êtes difèrent, mais je connais que j'était in idiot!" shouted Ginny.

"What?" asked Draco. He had no idea what had made her so angry at him.

"Tu me l'a fait!" she shouted.

"If I had done it, why would I be helping you?"

"Parce que...parce que Snape a dit que tu doit m'aider."

"No."

"Oui!"

"Gin, I swear it wasn't me!"

"Je ne sais pas s'il y a une autre personne..."

"Well, did you speak to anyone else today? Anyone who you might have pissed off?"

"Tu!"

"Other than me? Potter, or Weasel or Granger maybe?"

Ginny cast her mind back to the conversation she'd had with Harry that morning. She remembered him looking quite upset when she left. She also remembered him muttering under his breath.

"Ahhh!" she yelled. "J'evais tuer Harry Potter!"

Ginny began to walk towards Gryffindor Tower as she knew Harry would be there - he had just had a free period.

"Malfoy! Je te deteste! Et Harry...le français...c'est magique! Je deteste Harry Potter!" she burst into tears.

"Ginny stop it! Don't cry! I don't deal with crying people, especially ones that hit me. Do you know how long it took to cover that up, how many charms I had to use?" Draco was teasing, but this only made Ginny cry harder.

"Oh Draco, je suis desolée!" And with that, she ran off up the hall. After waiting a moment to shout "What are you looking at?" at the stunned faces, Draco chased after Ginny.

After Ginny had calmed down, she knew what she had to do. "J'ai besoin de parler avec Harry, donc ce magie peut à reverser, ça va?" Ginny asked.

"So, you want me to translate the words to Potter then?" Draco was smirking with glee.

"Oui! On y va!"

"Remind me!" roared Harry, "why the fuck Malfoy is standing in the Gryffindor common room?"

"Il est la bas, parce que tu est un idiot qu'il encoule sa tête!" Ginny shouted.

"Huh?" Harry couldn't speak French. He'd reversed the spell on himself, but had been too annoyed at Ginny to cast the counter curse for her.

Draco proudly stepped forward. "That exactly, scarhead, is why I am here. Ginny said," Draco cleared his throat, "'He is here because you are an idiot fuckhead!'"

"J'espere que je mangerais ton Coeur avec ketchup!" shouted Ginny.

"I wish I could eat your heart with ketchup!" laughed Draco.

"Je voudrais te tuer, idiot!"

"I want to kill you, idiot!" Draco was in his element.

"Okay! Okay! I'll lift the bloody spell." Harry muttered the counter curse under his breath.

Ginny cleared her throat. "I speak English. I SPEAK ENGLISH!" She looked at Harry. "Thanks...Potter." Ginny spat his name with as much venom as she could muster.

Ginny stormed out of the room, Draco grinning happily, and trailing after her. As she stepped through the portrait, Ginny heard her brother yell at Harry, "You put a spell on my sister you bastard!"

The second the portrait closed, Ginny smashed her mouth against Draco's, and once he had recovered from the shock of Ginny kissing him, due to when he had tried to kiss her that morning she had hit him, he was kissing her back.

She pulled away and licked her lips. There was fire in her hair and desire in her eyes. She leant forward and whispered three words into Draco's ear before nipping it lightly. "Room of requirement".

* * *

Malfoy felt oddly contented. Ginny lay in his arms, he had justy had amazing sex (again, although this time it was not drunken), and he was still riding the afterglow of orgasm. There was only one question on his mind.

"What made you change your mind?"

Ginny jumped a little. She had been falling asleep. "What?"

"What made you change your mind? I mean, the last thing I remember is your fist, and you telling me to 'stay the fuck away from you', and then we're in the hall outside your common room and you're kissing me like there's no tomorrow!" Draco pushed himself onto his side, head resting on his clenched fist, and looked down at Ginny.

Ginny looked at him. "Well...it's just that I thought me and Potter had a thing, but it turns out that he was only thinking with his thing. And, it doesn't help that he's a total wanker."

"Oh." Ginny couldn't help but feel that Draco was a bit disappointed with her answer, so she decided to tell him the whole truth.

"That's not the only reason," she began reluctantly. "It's just that...you helping me kind of let me see a side to you I didn't know. That you'd help someone in need, even if they had just...punched you in the face." She looked slightly embarrassed.

Draco chuckled to himself as her rolled onto his back.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that, who'd have known Potter would be so...blatant!"

* * *

"Draco?" Ginny whispered.

"mmm," he murmured lazily into the pillow.

"This is the first time we've ever done normal couple stuff after sex," Ginny stated, giggling slightly.

"Gin, we've only shagged one other time."

"So? I think that it's nice...you know. Us here, in bed, alone. In bed." She hinted.

"Yes, you said that already," Draco teased.

Ginny pouted. "Draco..."

He didn't answer. Slowly, she kissed a trail up his arm, before biting hard on his shoulder.

"Hey!" Draco said, rolling over to pin her under him. She giggled, a mischievous look in her eyes. He pushed her arms above her head, and leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped a centimetre away, teasing her. "You're gonna get it for that," he murmured.

"Oh yeah?" Ginny breathed huskily. He replied by lowering his lips to hers.

* * *