Chapter 26
Spike moved into the warm bed with a sigh. Ginny and Draco
moved apart for a bit to let him cuddle into the middle of the, warming his
cold body with their warm ones. “Morning, pets.” He licked a cold path with his
tongue up the back of Draco’s neck. The boy murmured and arched up into it,
especially when Spike’s hands drifted south. He tasted the spots of blood that
Draco hadn’t managed to wash away in the shower and kicked himself mentally.
Ginny was right. He should take better care of Draco; he just tended to focus
too much on the witch. Draco always seemed so capable of looking after himself
that Spike let him go. Let him go with the stealth and majesty of a dragon in
flight, wheeling and turning with otherworldly grace as he burned. His dragon
liked knives, little deadly flashes of silver light that opened a vein as
quickly as a snake striking, or sliced through skin to let blood come rushing
pouring out like a river. He would have picked Ginny for that, but no. She
liked big weapons, swords and axes and things like that. It was always amusing
to watch some vampire think he could pick off the little witch and then dust
with an extremely surprised expression on his face.
“’Lo, Spike…” Ginny mumbled into his neck.
“Get us some slick, would ya, luv?”
“Mmhmm.” Ginny reached over and fumbled through the
bedside table, pressing a tube of lube into the vampire’s hand. “Have fun.” She
sank her head into the pillow and closed her eyes. Spike snickered silently and
spread some of the lube over his fingers, kissing and nibbling over Draco’s neck.
“Drrracccooo,” Spike sing songed. “Time to wake up, luv.”
He slid his fingers into Draco and chuckled lazily at the moan that produced as
he crooked his fingers and brushed against the blond’s prostate. Draco spread
his legs wider and arched up into it. Spike hummed cheerfully as he reduced the
Slytherin to a mess of pants and moans, and then moaned himself as he encased
himself in Draco’s velvety heat. “Fuck, Draco…”
“Yes, please!” Draco gasped out, rocking his hips. Spike
leant around and started to jack Draco off in time with his own strokes. Draco
moaned loudly, and Spike growled, before sinking his fangs into the other
male’s shoulder. Draco yelled as he came, and Spike bit down harder, drinking
hungrily of his Claimant’s blood as he let his own orgasm overtake him. They
lay there for a moment, wrapped around each other and breathing a little hard.
“Just a question…” Ginny’s voice drifted into their
post-orgasmic bliss. “Why do you breathe at all, Spike? You don’t need to.”
“Reflex.”
“Ah.” Silence reigned, and then Ginny threw off the
covers. “Shit, Draco, get a move on! We’ll miss classes.”
“Fuck them. I’m too tired.”
“Fucking the faculty and all the students would take a
while, Draco. We still need to do classes.”
“Let’s do Spike instead,” Draco suggested lazily.
“I *like* the sound of that.” Spike drew Draco close
against him. “Sure you don’t wanna stay in bed?”
“I’m going. *You* can explain why Draco’s not there.”
Ginny threw her clothes on and left. “Maybe I can catch some breakfast in the
Hall.”
“Bye, pet!” The slamming of the front door was his only
answer. “Well, what shall we do with ourselves all day, alone?”
“I don’t know, but I bet you have some ideas…”
~*~*~*~
Ginny zipped up to Hogwarts on her broomstick, Azrael
balancing on the end and bookbag slung over her shoulder. She cursed and bent
down to urge her broom on faster. She crossed the lake, and scudded over the
lawn, pulling up to a stop at Hagrid’s cottage. “Sorry I’m late.” Azrael leapt
off the end of her broom as she swung off it and shook her hair out of her
eyes.
“That’s alrigh’, Ginny. You’re not ver’ late.” The half
giant smiled at her.
“Oh, good.” She beamed back. “Spike came in late, and I-“
Ginny stopped as she heard a muffled comment. “Do you people like living? Do
you really want Spike to stop killing demons and what not, so you people can go
on having your mindlessly cheerful lives?” She felt a rage building up in her,
and then a wall of flame sprang up around her body, knocking even Hagrid back a
step as the flames played through her hair. “I am getting very tired of this.”
The fire screamed upwards, bathing her in radiance. “Last night, Tom decided to
come and play silly buggers in the Forbidden Forest. We came, we fought, Draco
nearly got killed, while you lot are all sleeping the sleep of the
self-righteous.” She spun around slowly, wrapped in sheets of golden red
flames, eyes glowing. /I grow exceptionally tired of looking after such
obstinate, hard hearted children./ Her voice burned through their minds as she
surveyed them coldly. /Don’t push your luck./ The flames winked out, but they
still burnt behind her eyes. “Sorry I lost my temper, Hagrid,” she said
sweetly, as if what had just happened had never happened.
“It’s alrigh’, Ginny. Ye were sorta justified. Things like
that shouldna be said.” Hagrid shifted uncomfortably. Ginny laughed a high
ringing peal of laughter.
“Oh, I know they’ll get said, just not around me or mine.
They’re just lucky Spike didn’t hear them.” Her grin was feral. “I don’t think
you’d fancy explaining to Dumbledore exactly why so many of his students are
suddenly and messily dead.” Hagrid coughed uneasily. “I’m *joking*, Hagrid.
What’s the lesson for today?”
“Uh, righ’, the lesson…” Hagrid turned to the now
frightened into silence students. Ginny wondered idly how long it would take
for this rumour to hit the mills. She flashed what on a less angry person may
have been called a friendly smile at her fellow students. They flinched. She
laughed to herself. “Well, we’re going int’ the Forest today. Just a bit in, t’
show yer one of the critters that lives there, and I don’ wanna move ‘em cos
they’re nestin’ at the moment…”
~*~*~*~
Ginny stalked through the halls, Azrael at her heels and
entered her next class. Potions. “Morning, Professor,” she said cheerfully to
Snape.
“At least you didn’t say it was a good morning.”
“On the whole, it has been a rather good one for me. I
scared my fellow students into a state of near insensibility. My snarl has
gotten a lot better since I started taking lessons from Spike.” She smiled at
him, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Indeed.” He busied himself tidying on his desk. “Nothing
whatsoever to do with the fire you summoned?”
“It wasn’t like I meant to. It just has a habit of
appearing when I get angry…”
“I suggest you contain your emotions when you are in my
class, or I will be forced to remove points.”
Ginny made a dismissing noise and started to unpack her
stuff as the rest of the class trickled in. “Rest assured, Professor,
everyone’s far too scared of you to make any sort of attempt at speech within
your hearing.”
“Yet you seem to manage.”
“No offence, but after helping kill vampires and other
demons, having Voldemort-“ she ignored the gasp, “trying to take over my body
and whatnot, you’re not *that* frightening. Scary, yes. Mind numbingly
terrifying, no.” If she hadn’t known Snape better, she could have sworn he was
about to smile. The illusion faded as he started to teach, normal sneer curling
the corner of his mouth. Ginny bent her head to her work, managing quite well
on her own after everyone refused to work with her on the potion they were
meant to make. Suited her just fine.
Transfiguration next after lunch and once more she
arrived, trailing students like a comet’s tail as they all carefully stayed
behind her at a distance. “BOO!” She turned and shouted at them. They
scattered. “Pathetic, simply pathetic.” She shook her head and stomped into the
classroom. “Afternoon, Professor McGonagall. The quality of Gryffindor is
seriously lacking these days. C’mon, I’m not *that* scary! Or I shouldn’t
be…there’s darker things out there then me.” Ginny sat down in a huff.
McGongall’s eyebrows went up in surprise as the rest of her class filed in
sheepishly. “You people are idiots, I mean, really!”
“Quite, Miss Weasley. However, I do have a class to
teach…”
“Of course, Professor. I’m sorry for causing any
disruption,” Ginny said politely. “It wasn’t my intention to do so.”
“I understand, Miss Weasley. I understand very well
indeed.” McGonagall shook her head. “Shall we start then? Today, class, I am
going to start explaining the theory behind Animagi. Now, of course to become
an Animagi, you must get permission from the Ministry of Magic…”
Ginny put her head down and scribbled diligently. When the
class was over, she called Azrael and headed out. She had a free period, and
she intended to spend it in the Library. Researching for Spike, and a bit of
incidental homework that she’d managed to pick up. “Restricted Section, please.
A book on Demonology,” she requested the librarian quietly.
“Of course, dear. Here’s your key.” Ginny took it from the
older woman and nodded her thanks. “You might find a good text would be
‘Sportelli’s guide to Interdimensional demons’.”
“Thank you.” Ginny went to the Restricted Section and
retrieved the book the Librarian had suggested. She sat down with it and
studied, making notes as she read, before putting down the book with a sigh and
turning to her homework. Two bodies slid in on either side of her. “Hello,
Mordred, Vortigern. And how have your days been?” She kept writing her essay.
“Exciting.” Vortigern’s eyes danced with mischief.
“We heard about your fireworks display this morning.”
Mordred stretched back in his chair. Ginny groaned and covered her eyes.
“I lost my temper.”
“And the person who made that comment, later lost a
tooth.” Mordred’s grin was feral.
“Guys, you’re just gonna get in trouble. Look, I don’t
think what most people in this school has shit to do with what we’re doing, so
I ignore it on principle.”
”Eh, making that sort of remark classifies them as
terminally stupid. Blaise knows.”
“Blaise knows what?”
“When we’re going.”
“Finally, the PTB get off their blessed arses.” Ginny’s
quill scratched across the parchment.
“Well, you took that calmer then I thought you would.”
“Thou owes me five Sickles, brother.”
“I’ll pay you, you know that.”
“What did you think I as going to do? Jump up and down and
scream?” She wiped her quill clean and then stood up decisively, muttering a
Quik-Dry spell over the parchment.
“Kinda.” The twins stood as well. “Let’s go see
Dumbledore. We need to get a few things.”
“Ok.”
“And Ginny…we need to go back into the Chamber.”
To be continued…