Every girl at Hogwarts lusted after the same boy at one point or another…Draco Malfoy. He was just plain hot, no way around it. So, it shouldn't have surprised Ginny one day when she found her attention slipping during History of Magic and ending up in erotic fantasies about the said Slytherin sex god. She figured that the obvious enmity between the Weasleys and the Malfoys should have won over this little bit of lust, but apparently not. Much as she hated to admit it, she wanted Draco to shag her senseless (though she would never voice this desire out loud).

Ginny was abruptly pulled out of her fantasies when the bell rang. She trudged slowly on to her next class, keeping her eyes low to the ground. Suddenly, she was knocked slightly backwards. When she looked up, she found that she had bumped into none other than Draco. For some reason, she blushed, as though he could somehow read her mind and see her dirty little fantasies about him.

"Watch where you're going, Little Weasel!" he snapped, dusting the front of his robes off as though they had been dirtied.

"Sorry," Ginny mumbled, averting her eyes and continuing on.

"Hey, what was that all about?" Colin Creevey came up from behind and fell into step beside her.

"I bumped into Malfoy is all," Ginny replied, rolling her eyes and shoving her fantasies to the back of her mind. Yeah right! Like that's ever going to happen, she thought. The day Snape starts handing out sweets and singing show tunes will be the day Malfoy and I shag.

"Looks like you've offended him or something," Colin remarked as they sat down in the Great Hall.

"Huh?" Ginny asked.

"Look," he replied, jerking his head in the direction of the Slytherin table. Malfoy was staring at Ginny as though seeing her for the first time. She gave him an odd look and he quickly looked away and began talking to Crabbe and Goyle with his usual supercilious air.

"Okay, that was very odd…" Ginny remarked as she began serving herself.

By the end of lunch, all thoughts of Malfoy had floated out the window, only to return that night while Ginny was in the library. She had been leafing through a large textbook, trying to find out about the effects of asafetida when she felt someone's gaze on the back of her head. She turned around to find Malfoy staring at her yet again. She was starting to wonder if maybe that slight jolt she had given him earlier hadn't somehow knocked some cogs loose in his head. It wasn't normal for Draco to stare at her this much, at least not without a look of utter loathing on his face. She didn't mind too much, because who wouldn't want the sexiest guy in school to stare at them, but it was sort of creeping her out.

She turned back around and returned to her textbook. However, she found that she couldn't concentrate. She kept sensing Draco's gaze on the back of her head and it was driving her mad. She finally dumped her books back into her bag and left. Great, now I can't even concentrate because Malfoy's decided to make me the object of his ogling!

As she trudged up to the common room, she still couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her back. She refused to look behind her in case she found Malfoy following her, for if that happened, she'd be way past creeped out.


Draco couldn't figure out what had gotten into him. He'd been staring at the Little Weasel pretty much non-stop all day. It had started when she bumped into him. He had gotten his first good look at her in a while right then, and it seemed that there was something different about her. The last time he had really looked at her, and even then it hadn't been with much attention to detail, she had been a little eleven-year-old. But now…she was different, somehow.

As he had sat down for lunch in the Great Hall, he watched her, trying to figure out what was different. She was still on the short side, and her hair was as red as ever, but it was extremely shiny and fell in graceful waves to about her waist. She still had that dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and Draco hated freckles. But she did have some great hips, not to mention the most seductive lips he had ever seen. Out of nowhere, he had a fleeting image of himself and Ginny snogging, and Draco unbuttoning her shirt, then unzipping her skirt, then unhooking her bra…

Woah, back up! I did not just imagine myself shagging the Weaselette! She's a Muggle-loving disgrace to wizard kind! And I am a Malfoy!

And then Ginny turned around and saw Draco staring transfixed at her, so he quickly turned around and started telling Crabbe and Goyle a hilarious story about the jumped-up Mudblood.

Later on that evening, Draco found himself staring at Ginny again. He hated to admit it, but she was pretty hot. But he couldn't have her. Well, technically, if he really wanted to, he could get her without any effort. He had girls swooning the second he looked at them, that wasn't the problem. No, she belonged to a family barely better than Mudbloods. He would disgrace himself by associating with her.

However, as he continued to watch her, he found that he was really starting to want her. In fact, he had a plan on how to go about getting her already. All he would have to do would be to win her over, get her in bed one night, and then he'd be done. No need for his father to hear about that. It'd be all over in a week, two weeks at most. He'd have what he wanted and he'd avoid any punishment from his father. It was perfect!

He would start wooing the Little Weasel tomorrow. It wouldn't be too hard. He was, after all, the Slytherin Sex God.