The Lives Of The Broken

Chapter 7: The First Time

I hope I haven't made too many people angry with me.

If you haven't figured it out from that chapter, Hermione's life isn't going to be rainbows and butterflies, so for awhile, any chapters involving her and Viktor Krum won't be nice. Just giving you a heads up. It was very hard to write that chapter actually. I am one of the biggest Romione shippers out here and writing about her being with someone else, especially someone that is going to use and abuse her was tough. Also, this deals with situations that while I haven't physically been through them, I have witnessed the aftermath of before with people very close to me.

Hopefully, this chapter will make up for my cruelness, and makes you smile.

This chapter will be lemon sprinkled.

On with the fic :)

Ginny woke up feeling weird. She found that her face was no longer resting on a soft pillow, but a smooth, warm chest. Her arm was also draped over said chest, and her leg rested over a leg that wasn't her own.

How in the hell did she and Draco get like that? She was 100% sure nothing happened. And yet, they woke up in such an intimate position, she was starting to question did they have a late night fire whiskey session she didn't remember.

As much as she wanted to move, she found that she was actually very comfortable. She looked up upon the sleeping boy's face. She cracked a small smile over how sweet and innocent he looked, almost as if he hadn't don't anything evil in his entire life.

His eyes popped open and the spell was broken as he looked down at Ginny and realized the position they were in.

He moved away, not too quick, but not too slow. "Damn Ginny, if you wanted to jump my shit, all you needed to do was ask." he said smirking as he stretched.

Ginny scowled at him, but only a little bit. Watch him stretch out his from, toned, and abs ridden torso had caught her attention.

"Sorry. I guess my body is starting to be attracted to lanky gits these days." the quill wrote as she pulled out her notebook from under the pillow.

"Well, you did date fucking Boot and Thomas and both of them looked malnourished." joked Draco.

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. He had actually made a funny, and she had actually been amused by it.

Draco looked at Ginny as she laughed. He started to feel that pull again, and quickly jumped out of bed. He needed to be away from her.

"Right, well get dressed. Breakfast is going to start soon and we eat as a family." said Draco. "Mother left you a dress on my dresser. Put it on."

Draco went to the dresser and tossed the dress over to Ginny. He pulled out a black shirt and a pair of what looked like black muggle jeans out from the drawers. He then went to the loo to shower and change.

Having showered the night before, Ginny slipped off her night clothes and slipped on the dress. It was a pretty midnight blue color that brought out the red in her hair more. The dress was strapless, and flowy at the bottom. It fit as if it was made for her, hugging her in all the right places. She couldn't help but grin. Her mother would drop dead at the sight of her in that dress.

She waited and waited for Draco to come out of the loo so he could show her the way to the dining room. After 15 minutes of waiting, she got bored and summoned a house elf to show her the way.

When she got there she saw the Malfoys sitting at the table. Draco was with them.

"Finally, the Weasley girl has arrived." said Lucius rudely. "I would have thought your mother would have taught you how to be on time."