Anticipation

Mynuet

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 06/10/2003
Last Updated: 06/10/2003
Status: completed

Third in the Professor Malfoy series - Draco challenges Ginny to be wicked... Big mistake.

Chapters

1. Anticipation

1. Anticipation

Anticipation

by Sharlene/Mynuet

Draco Malfoy was not destined to have a good day.

Oh, it had started well. He woke up in what was definitely his favorite place in the world, Ginny Weasley's bed. That Ginny Weasley's hand was moving idly over his chest and shoulders just made it all the better. He opened one eye lazily and gave her the slow smile that had first convinced her that a Malfoy just might be snoggable. He would have reached over to pull her into a kiss, but he found that his hands were quite securely fastened to the headboard. "Why, Miss Weasley, one would think you had plans for wicked deeds... And before breakfast, too."

Ginny moved to straddle his stomach, giving him a full view of her delectable body. "Me, wicked? Oh, no, Professor Malfoy, you must have me confused with some other girl."

He pouted ostentatiously. "Not even a little wickedness?"

She brushed a finger over his lips and said in a purr, "Are you sure you want me to be truly wicked?"

"Just as much as a noble Gryffindor is capable of." He managed to look smug and in control despite the handicap of having his arms and legs restrained.

Ginny stretched leisurely, leaning back so that her weight rested on one of her hands, which was next to his hip on the bed. She shook her head and her hair flowed backwards, teasing the skin of his upper thighs. "You wouldn't be casting aspersions on my House, now, would you?"

"Me, cast aspersions? Never." His attempt at an innocent look was dropped quickly, and he smirked as he said, "No matter how richly they're deserved."

She looked at him from half-lidded eyes and ran her free hand through her hair, smirking at the way his eyes followed the movement of her breasts. "Draco Malfoy, you are not being a good boy."

He grinned wolfishly. "Ginny Weasley, you don't want me to be good."

"I don't?" She ran her hand down her body, watching his eyes darken as she teased her own nipples. She moaned slightly and squirmed, her breath starting to speed up as she watched him watch her. "I think I do..."

"Let me loose and I'll show you just how good I can be when I'm being bad." The look he gave her would have melted steel, but she just smiled and let her hand drift lower. He groaned as he watched her run her fingers delicately over her sex before slipping one finger inside.

Breathlessly, she said, "And what would you do if I let you loose?" She slipped another finger inside and let her eyes drift closed.

"You know what I'd do." His voice was husky and persuasive, and she moaned.

"Tell me anyway."

He could feel her wetness against the skin of his abdomen, and he thought it just might drive him insane. "I'd fuck you, Ginny. I'd turn you over on this bed and slam into you, over and over, my mouth on your breasts as I made you scream my name."

Her fingers were going faster, her breathing shallow. "Oh, God, Draco..."

"I'd be inside you, your legs wrapped around my waist as I drove my cock into you, hard and fast, and then you'd wrap those busy little fingers in my hair while I licked that spot on your neck that always drives you wild." Draco's eyes were dilated as he watched her, his words and her fingers bringing her to the brink of orgasm. "Come on, Ginny... I want to feel you come around me, want to come inside you so hard I lose myself in you."

"Ohhhhhhhh." He could see her convulsing as the orgasm hit, and he was surprised the headboard didn't break with the force he was using to pull at the bonds. She leaned forward, panting, and he managed to dredge up a smirk.

"I loved the floor show, Weasley, but I really think it's time for the main event." His breath caught as she smiled dreamily and brought her hand to his lips. He sucked on her fingers, cleaning them of every drop of her essence as he felt his temperature, among other things, rising to the point of exquisite pain. He felt her weight lift from him and he closed his eyes and lay back, anticipating.

After a moment of feeling the cold air around him and the restraints still firmly in place, he opened his eyes. She was standing several feet away, pulling a dress on over her bra and panties. "Weasley? You can't be serious!"

"Perfectly serious, darling." Now fully dressed, she leaned over to brush a kiss over his lips. "It wouldn't do to miss breakfast, now, would it?"

He swore, thrashing against the bonds in a frenzy. "Yes you damn well can! What you can't do is leave me like this, it's... It's..."

"Wicked?" She grinned, and it wasn't a nice expression at all. "The restraints will disappear in a few minutes. See you in class, Professor." And, with a decidedly smug looking flounce, she turned and left him to curse her evil nature and damnable sexiness.

The restraints didn't disappear until five minutes before his first class. He continued cursing as he pulled clothes on, choosing loose robes since he didn't have time to fully dissipate the effects her little show had had. He stalked through the corridors, not even noticing the way that students and some staff members took one look at his face and moved out of the way. One fifth year girl got so flustered, she jumped into the arms of a fourth year boy who thought he had died and gone to heaven. Professor Sprout considered recommending some nice chamomile, but decided that discretion really was the better part of valor.

And so Draco arrived at his first class without having had to interact with anyone. He entered his classroom and scowled, hoping today's students would have the great good sense to leave him alone. He reached his desk and saw an envelope addressed to him. After ordering the class to start the day's potion and feeling somewhat gratified by the looks of pure terror he received, he ran his thumb under the seal and flipped it open.

Sweet Merlin, she was trying to kill him. Pictures. Some of them featuring a naked Ginny in poses suited for the most explicit men's magazines, a wet dream in ivory and red. The rest were of the two of them, in bed, out of bed, in various positions, limbs entwined, sweaty and playful and intent, but all designed to evoke very explicit reactions as he remembered each and every one. How she got them, he wasn't sure, but that they were here was adding to the excruciating arousal she'd started building earlier.

"Professor Malfoy? I think I need help with my potion..." Draco looked up with a glare and the girl who was going for the Neville Longbottom record of most cauldrons melted swallowed hard and started to stammer. "Or I could just figure it out, you know, on my own, using my textbook, and, uh, not bothering you at all, because--"

"Mister Kipling, perhaps you could assist Miss Pruitt in her endeavors to concoct a simple Pepper-up Potion without killing us all." The boy who was this class's answer to Hermione Granger scurried over to help his beleaguered schoolmate, who was looking at him as if he were Merlin and Hercules rolled into one pimply third year package.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He wondered, not for the first time, how Snape had lasted so long without one day starting to cackle maniacally as he poisoned all of the food in the Great Hall. He opened his eyes to see that one of the picture-Ginnys had slipped into another frame and now a hapless picture-Draco was outnumbered two to one, and enjoying his suffering mightily. He looked at it blankly for a minute, then stuffed the pictures back into the envelope and pulled his desk copy of Most Potente Potions towards him. He thought he remembered seeing a potion that produced a temporary doppelganger...

He managed to distract himself with his research until it was time for lunch, at which time he shot upright, determined to track down the red-haired vixen who was making his day a lesson in torment and drag her back to his room for an hour in which he would return the lesson.

Before all the students had even filed out, she had appeared. He stood and waited for the rest of his class to file out, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he glared them into hurrying. The door had no sooner closed behind the last one when Ginny's back was pressed to the door, her hands pinned above her head as Draco kissed her breathless. His arousal was pressing against her thighs and he couldn't bite back a moan at the feel of her hips bumping slightly against his.

She was trying to talk, probably to apologize for making him wait, or maybe to suggest moving to a flat surface or at least locking the door. He was gracious enough to allow it, so he moved to kiss along her jaw and then lick and nibble his way down her neck. At least until what she was saying filtered through. "What?"

Ginny's chest was heaving as she tried to take in oxygen. "I said, McGonagall sent me to remind you about the staff meeting scheduled for today's lunchtime. You skived off last time, so you can't miss this one."

"Bloody hell." Draco's face dropped to rest on her shoulder. "Maybe I can be late."

He would have started kissing her again, but she edged away. "Not when she knows I was the one who came to get you, Malfoy. We promised Dumbledore we'd be discreet, remember?" He scowled and the bloody chit laughed. She moved in to trace his ear with her tongue and purred, "I'll think about you during lunch, while I'm all alone in my room... Practicing for the next 'floor show'."

She slipped out, and he let his forehead fall against the heavy oak door with a solid thump. He took a deep breath and tried to think of just about anything other than Ginny. After a minute, he adjusted himself inside his robes and arranged the loose pleats to cover what that didn't manage to hide, and felt ready to face the world, or at least the rest of the Hogwarts staff. Maybe the meeting would end early and he could surprise Ginny... No, don't think about that now, he told himself. Not if you want to survive dealing with McGonagall.

Draco wasn't three steps out of his classroom when he tripped over a bookbag, apparently dropped by Joshua Kipling when Lilith Pruitt had backed him against a wall and started snogging the hell out of him. Draco snarled and the two jumped apart hastily, the boy blushing to the roots of his hair as the girl looked equally smug and petrified. "A word of advice, lad. Run away now, or she'll lead you around by the nose for eternity." Draco stalked off, ignoring the confused looks directed at his back.

The staff meeting dragged interminably, and Draco kept drifting off into daydreams, only to be rudely called back to reality by the voices of his fellow staff members. It finally ended when the bell rang for the next class, and Draco was ready to curl up into a ball and whimper. True, he only had one class left for the day, but that class just happened to be seventh year Gryffindors. He would have to spend two hours looking at Ginny while attempting to teach a class normally.

As he walked to class, he considered whether there was a way he might get some of his own back. Pausing to relay an order to a house elf, he plotted ways to make Ginny squirm.

"Are you all right, Professor? You look like you should be in bed." Ginny's face radiated innocent concern as she watched him enter the classroom. She held out a handkerchief and he snatched it from her and scowled.

"Your concern is touching, Miss Weasley, but misguided. Take your seat before I'm forced to take points from Gryffindor." She stuck her nose in the air and flounced into her chair while he brushed past, ignoring the commiserating comments she was getting.

He smiled to see that the phenomenal efficiency of the house elves had insured that the bowl of fresh peaches he had asked for were already on his desk. He plucked one from the bowl and ran it under his nose, his lips brushing against the velvet softness of its skin. "Today, class, you will be brewing a levitation potion. Who can tell me why this might be necessary?"

Draco placed the peach on the desktop as Colin Creevey stammered through an explanation. He toyed with the fruit slowly as he continued the question and answer session, making sure to keep his voice soft and silky. He allowed himself a small grin and the girl who was currently stating the correct way to stir the potion stuttered to a halt and looked at him dreamily. Draco lifted the peach and held it in front of his face, cradled in his long fingers.

"Perhaps someone can help Miss Caltrop in her time of need?" He looked around the room with a raised brow, taking a certain amount of satisfaction in the glazed looks on the female faces. "Miss Weasley, perhaps?"

Ginny stood up and smoothed her robes down, her hands lingering just a few milliseconds too long on her thighs. "It has to be stirred five times counter-clockwise, then three times clockwise, then whisked for two minutes precisely... Sir."

He nodded and she sat down, crossing her legs in a way that let him see a flash of red. Red? But she'd been wearing white panties with a green lace flounce when she left the room that morning. Maybe she had changed at lunchtime? Shaking it off, he said, "Now that you have managed to prove yourselves capable of doing the reading, you may start preparing your potions. As you are preparing for your NEWTs, any requests for help will result in the loss of points, and anyone not floating by the end of the class period will fail the day's lesson. Begin."

He leaned an elbow on his desk and shot Ginny a lazy smile as he took a bite of the peach and ran his tongue over it to gather all the stray juices. There was a tinkling of glass as someone dropped a vial, but Ginny just raised an eyebrow and smirked. He nibbled further on the peach, watching the flush rising on Ginny's face and feeling quite smug.

That lasted until he finished the peach and used the handkerchief he'd taken from her to wipe the last remnants of juice from his face. There was a distinct perfume to it, and he laid it on the desk to look at. White cloth, with a green lace edging. The evil wench had transfigured her panties into a handkerchief. He looked up at her and she winked saucily before re-crossing her legs. She twined a curl around one of her fingers and let her foot bounce as she waited for her potion to brew..

"Professor? I think my potion is done." Draco was hauled out of his reverie and he blinked away images of hauling Ginny onto his desk and ploughing into her until she couldn't see straight, let alone walk. He checked the time and nodded.

"Everyone who wishes to attempt a passing grade should take their potions now." Draco sent a nasty smile Ginny's way, as her face showed that it had finally occurred to her that wearing a skirt and no underwear was not the most brilliant plan for the day of levitating potions.

The room was shortly filled with students bobbing along the ceiling, with one notable exception. "Miss Weasley?"

"Sorry, Professor, I think I must have done it wrong." Ginny's head was bowed, and she peeked out at him from under her lashes.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, which will be returned if you manage to brew the potion correctly before dinner tonight." Draco picked up his wand and started floating vials of the antidote to the other students. "As soon as the remaining potion is bottled, you are dismissed."

The students filed out, shooting pitying glances at Ginny, who had poured the contents of her cauldron into a beaker and was rinsing it out in preparation for the next use. As soon as the last of her classmates had gone, Ginny whispered a locking charm, and Draco cast a silencing one. They looked at each other for a moment before Draco said, "Interesting pictures, Weasley."

She grinned. "I thought they might catch your fancy." She picked up the beaker she'd poured her potion into and took a swig. Seconds later, she was floating above the desks while unbuttoning her blouse. "Is it dinnertime, already?"

"No." Grinning evilly, Draco flicked his wand and she shrieked as she found herself flying towards him much too fast. He caught hold of her and let her float just above him, one hand absently palming her breast in the same way he'd toyed with the peach earlier. The other hand was rearranging his robes when there was a knock at the door. Draco swore, and Ginny scrambled for the vial of antidote on his desk He gathered her things for her as she gathered up her shirt and dove into the space under his desk with all her school things. Draco pulled himself together and dropped the locking spell before opening the door. "Yes, Mister Creevey?"

The boy looked like he would rather be facing a herd of ravenous hippogriffs than Draco at that moment. "Er, I was just wondering if Ginny was still here... She borrowed my camera earlier, and I wanted to know if she was done with it."

"As you can see, there are no students left here." Draco gave his fiercest scowl and Colin backed up so rapidly, he tripped and fell backwards. "Creevey? Oh, bloody hell, the bugger's knocked himself out."

Draco thought he could very well cry. This might not be the very worst day of his life, but it was ranking right up there. Hoping Ginny had heard, he used his wand to lift the stupid git and float him towards the hospital wing, resisting mightily the urge to smack him into a few more solid stone surfaces en route. He deposited the git into a bed and managed to give Madame Pomfrey an explanation without cursing before stalking back in the direction of his classroom. Maybe Ginny would still be there. If not, he'd... Well, he'd probably have to go back to the hospital wing to get treated for terminal sexual frustration.

Suddenly, he felt a hand close around his arm and drag him out of the deserted hallway and through a doorway. The door slammed shut behind him and he heard the distinct click of a lock engaging as he tried to let his eyes adjust to the dark. He felt hands dragging at his clothes, tugging his robes up frantically, and he breathed in the scent that said it was Ginny Weasley who had trapped him inside what seemed to be the tiniest broom closet in the entire castle. "Aren't we impatient all of a sudden?"

"Shut up, Malfoy, and get to work." Ginny was panting as she pressed against him, her hands too clumsy to maneuver his clothing to her satisfaction.

"As my lady wishes." Draco had no such problems, and by the time he'd finished his statement, he was sliding into her. Ginny let out a soft sigh, which turned into a gasp as her back hit the wall and he slammed into her hard enough to make her teeth rattle.

"Uhn... Draco!" She wasn't sure whether she wanted to ask him to be gentler or to do it again.

The choice was taken away from her completely as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, tilting her so that she was completely supported by the wall and his body, her feet dangling as he pushed into her harder. His pelvic bone seemed to be grinding into her as he bit her skin just below the ear and said, "So you like to tease, do you?"

She couldn't even come close to answering, she just whimpered and tried to bring her legs up to wrap around him. He was biting her all over her neck and shoulders, making her moan as she writhed against his hard thrusts. She brought her hands up to hold on to his shoulders, feeling like she might fall, or fly, or be sent crashing through the wall by the sheer force of him. He sucked on one of the points of her collarbone and she hissed, scoring his back with her nails. "Fucking hell... Mmm, Draco!"

God, he couldn't believe the way she was shrieking. He hoped like hell she'd done a silencing charm, because he wasn't going to stop, not for anything, and now she was sobbing as she convulsed around him and he pushed into her so far he thought he might split her in half, but she was so tight around him that he couldn't move any more, and so he just gripped her harder and let himself go, his face buried in the curve of her neck as he screamed her name in a ragged whisper.

The air was full of the heat of their bodies and the heaviness of their breathing as they recovered, Draco's body boneless and slack but still pinning Ginny to the wall. After a while, she cleared her throat. "I could use some oxygen."

Draco dropped a last kiss on her shoulder before straightening up and helping her slide down to stand on her own two feet. "So, did you take measures, or are we going out there to face a castleful of people who heard you screaming my name?"

Ginny lit her wand and grinned impishly. "Oh, no, I cast the silencing charm. The problem now is getting back to your rooms without everyone noticing that goofy smile on your face."

"Hmmm." He looked her over even as he adjusted his clothing back to respectability. "You should use a glamour. You look like you've just been fucked."

"By a wild animal." She finished smoothing her clothes back into place, and set about casting a spell to cover the love bites she could feel forming.

Draco smirked. "I'm the one with claw marks. I'll expect you to make proper amends for mauling me."

Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him deeply, sharing love and satisfaction and a promise of more later. "See you in a little while, handsome."

She slipped out, and Draco Malfoy thought that maybe it wasn't that bad a day, after all.