Turnabout

Draco Malfoy knew something that Ginny Weasley did not know he knew.

He knew, for instance, that she had been unbearably smug since the birthday incident. He also knew that she had stomped off in a huff over something completely trivial that they had fought over more out of general irritability than anything else. But, most importantly, he knew the password to enter her room.

All of this added up to a revenge that promised to be very sweet, indeed.

Ginny Weasley was tired and cranky. She was starting to regret picking a fight with Draco earlier, as a backrub and some cuddling would definitely have been good to look forward to as she trudged back to her room. Instead she'd curl up in solitary splendor with some hot cocoa and do yet more studying for her thrice-damned N.E.W.T.S., which were causing far too much sleep deprivation for Ginny to be a happy camper. Still, it did him good once in a while to be knocked out of his complacency. Even if it would be an awfully long night with a terribly empty bed.

What the hell. It's not like getting hot sex regularly meant her fingers were broken. She'd tell him about it the next day and get him too bothered to remember she hadn't apologized for being surly. With a wicked grin on her face, she closed the door to her private room behind her and started stripping off her clothes.

She'd only managed to get her shoes and shirt off when there was a whisper and a rushing in the air that indicated magic had been performed, and she found herself lying on her bed, her arms tied to the headboard by magical ropes, her feet anchored to the posts at the foot of the bed. She started to struggle, panicked by the suddenness of this assault by the unknown, when a silky voice changed her entire outlook on the situation.

"What have I caught? Why, I think it's a fine example of the wild Weasley." Draco smiled, and it was distinctly predatory. "What /shall/ I do with it?"

Ginny tilted her chin up and glared. "You'll let me go this instant. I'm not in the mood for games, I've got studying to do."

"Hmm. I seem to recall a time when I had a class to teach and someone decided to play games. I wonder who that could have been." His hand slid up her leg, pushing up the hem of her skirt to hover over her pelvis. Pressing down gently, he said, "Any ideas?"

She drew in a breath as she felt herself start to respond to him. Giving him the upper hand without a fight, however, was against her nature. "None."

"I was hoping you'd say that." His triumphant smirk both worried and excited her. He ran his wand along her skin, the wood cool as it traced a line from between her breasts to the hem of her skirt, then across her arms and her collarbone. She could feel her body rising slightly from the bed and her clothes sliding off, cut along the lines his wand had traveled.

"Bastard! That was my favorite bra." Her breath was coming a bit faster now as she was lowered to the bed and he sat down beside her.

He made a tutting noise kissed the bridge of her nose. "If it bothers you to see what I'm doing, perhaps you shouldn't look." A whispered spell later, all the light had disappeared from Ginny's world. She bit her lip as she turned her head from side to side, trying to get a bearing on where he was and what he was doing.

She wasn't at all prepared for the feeling of something soft just brushing over her hipbone. The light, fluttering touch kept moving, slowly over her abdomen, quickly swirled over her nipples and then her collarbone, then back to her breasts for more attention that should have tickled but instead teased. She whimpered slightly as she felt her skin getting hotter and her breath shallower.

"Now, what shall I do with you, Miss Weasley?" His tone was every bit as teasing as the soft feather he was using to make her skin tingle.

"Fuck me now, Malfoy." She tried to move her arms, but only pulled uselessly against the magical ropes still holding her firmly to the headboard.

His breath was hot in her ear as he said, "I think, Ginny, that you should ask nicely."

"Go to hell!" Her pout turned into a shocked 'o' and she hissed as she felt unspeakable cold touch her skin just below the ear.

"Manners, dear." His tongue traced over the path the ice had taken, making her jump at the heat of it. "Mustn't be rude."

He drew the ice over her collarbone, then moved down to draw patterns over her stomach and thighs. A trickle of cold water moved towards her center and she writhed against the bonds holding her, trying to direct him to where she wanted him. "Draco..."

"Ginny." His voice was mocking and she struggled a bit harder.

"Fucking bastard." Her voice was thready and her breath was coming in short bursts.

He laughed. "Just for that, you'll have to beg."

She would have said something in response to that, but his mouth closed around one of her nipples then, his tongue swirling a small piece of ice around it even as his teeth grazed against it lightly, then harder. The combination of sensations, the heat and cold and intense pleasure and mild pain, all mingled together and made her moan instead of talking, made her skin feel hot and tingly and too tight.

He was over her now, his body heavy as he rested between her thighs. "Well, Ginny?"

Her head fell to one side, her hair spilling down as she granted him further access to her ear and neck. "God, Draco..."

Her legs were moved up and she could feel him, poised on the brink of entering her. She arched her body, trying to close that last little distance, trying to break his control, a whine rising from her throat when she couldn't. His voice was ragged, but he managed to say, "What do you want?"

"Please..." His tongue was tracing her collarbone and she broke off, closing her eyes and whimpering at the intensity of the electric tension coursing through her. "Please, Draco, I want you inside me now."

"As you wish." She could have cried at how good it felt to have his familiar hardness inside her, sliding in and out smoothly, but so deeply that it was almost, almost rough. His hands were holding her hips and she could feel his fingers digging into her flesh, but she didn't care that it might bruise, didn't care that she was moaning out pleas and curses in equal measure, didn't care about anything but the shock of him driving into her, deep and long and hard, making her stretch even as she clamped around him. The restraints that had frustrated her now steadied her as she held on and held on, her muscles quivering from the tension that was building, her eyes closed tightly against the dizzying, spiraling sensation as he thrust and the pleasure escalated until finally she couldn't hold back and she gave a small scream before sinking her teeth into his shoulder to muffle the sound.

It was a while before she could pay attention to anything. When she did, it was to notice that her hands and feet were free now, and the spell on her sight was gone. She opened her eyes to look at the extremely smug face of a certain Draco Malfoy and said grumpily, "You know I'm going to get revenge, don't you?"

He kissed the tip of her nose before pulling her towards him under the blanket that had appeared from somewhere when she wasn't paying attention. "I'll look forward to it."

"Should've studied..." She trailed off to yawn hugely. "Study tomorrow. Love you, prat."

Through the fog of half-sleep, she felt him smiling against her neck. "I love you too, you surly bint."





(Also a challenge answer for The Smutty Classroom, and again with the going over the 1,000 word limit. This one's theme was the female orgasm, and only one method of direct stimulation allowed either fingering or penetration, etc.)
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