Stolen Hour

Many thanks to Dawn and Mynuet who encouraged me to post…

This little baby is in response to a challenge set by Dawn Wood on her bewitching-updates list. The required words: Pink, Blown, Stitches, Stiletto and Bewildered.

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Ginny placed the final WWW package in the corner of the male bathroom before muttering a time delayed charm Fred and George had developed in their seventh year. Desperate circumstances called for desperate measures after all. In a fit of pique with Ron and Harry, Hermione had attached herself to Ginny for ‘quality girl time.’ Normally Ginny would sympathise, growing up with six older brothers she could appreciate Hermione’s desire for female companionship, however this new development meant that it had been ten days since she had been able to get away and spend time with Draco. She had needs damn it! Unfortunately she didn’t think that this new friendship with Hermione would stretch to admitting she needed to slip away to have her wicked way with the Head Boy.

After checking the corridor, Ginny casually made her way out of range and struck up a conversation with a Hufflepuff from her Charms class. Silently counting down she kept chatting until the first explosions rocketed outwards from the bathroom. Faking surprise, Ginny rushed to the bathroom coughing slightly at the red and green smoke that billowed out. She ducked as Fred and George’s infamous Weasleys’ Wildfire Whizbangs fireworks rocketed out in all directions. She looked at them and sighed, “Can someone please inform the Head Girl? I’ll try and contain these.”

The Hufflepuff hurried off, grateful to get away from the smoke and noise. Ginny hitched up her bag and grabbed her wand. Muttering uncomplimentary things about childish pranks loudly, she set off determined strides to the dungeons. As soon as she was out of sight she dropped the fierce expression and hurried towards Draco’s private rooms. He would be back in his room after supervising the remedial potions class in about ten minutes which should be just enough time to finish her preparations.

Letting herself into his room Ginny removed her school robe and started to get undressed. Grey skirt and regulation jumper were tossed over the back of his desk chair, black mary-janes were kicked into the corner to join her text books. Ginny started to remove her Gryffindor tie and paused grinning wickedly, the shirt joined her skirt and jumper before she reknotted her tie and smoothed it to lie between her naked breasts. Ginny checked her watch, two minutes to go. Moving over to the bed she lay down on the bed and drew the bed hangings closed.

Draco Malfoy was not in a good mood. After an hour of coddling a class room of Longbottoms through the finer points of a simple sleeping draught, he had bumped straight into Granger, apparently someone had blown up the third level boy’s bathroom and all prefects were required to try and contain the WWW fireworks currently flying around the castle. He had managed to offload her, promising to see to it as soon as he had dropped off his belongings to his rooms. Draco stormed into his room, muttering about interfering Head Girls that prevent a man from seeing his girlfriend. He came to an abrupt halt as he saw the school uniformed scattered about his normally immaculate room. His eyes shifted to the enclosed bed and he began to grin. “My, my, my, someone seems to have made a bit of a mess here. I wonder who that could be.”

Draco started to loosen his robe and kick off his shoes as he drew the bed hangings aside. What he was going to say next was lost to history as he half swallowed his tongue. Draco eyes darkened as he swept up Ginny’s naked legs, to the red curls covering her sex. Pink nipples poked through the hair tumbled across her shoulders, calling out to be caressed. Draco managed to regain enough control over his motor functions to reach over and tweak the tie. “Nice touch,” he commented.

“Glad you like,” Ginny playfully returned.

“Did you know,” Draco began conversationally, “that the hallways are full of your brothers’ creations? Apparently all prefects are supposed to be hunting them down and containing them.”

Ginny screwed up her face in thought. “You know, I might have seen a few somewhere in here. Perhaps we should stay, just in case.”

Draco started loosening his tie as he began to undress. “I think that is a capital idea Prefect Weasley. You should be commended for your dedication.”

“How about I get shagged instead?” Ginny asked with a grin.

“Even better.”

Ginny moved up on to her knees to help him undress, or rather kiss every inch that was revealed as he undid the buttons on his shirt. Draco’s breathing became increasingly erratic as Ginny snaked her hot tongue down his chest. He began growling at the stubborn buttons on his cuff that refused to slip free despite his best efforts. When Ginny’s tongue dived into his belly button, Draco swore and yanked at the shirt until the stitches gave way.

Ginny giggled and took pity on him to unbuckle his school trousers. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers she pushed them down over his hips. Reaching out a hand to encircle him, she caught her bottom lip in her teeth and looked up through her lashes. “I figure we have about an hour before I’m missed, so I plan to make the most of the time.” She captured his hand and tugged him down to the bed with her. Moving to straddle his hips she looked at him seriously. “Merlin, I’ve missed you.”

Draco moved his hands up to rest on her waist. “I’ve missed you too, Gin Girl,” he replied huskily. He paused for a moment then continued, “237 hours.”

“What?” Ginny asked slightly bewildered at the abrupt change in topic.

“It has been 237 hours since I have been able to touch you. It was getting close to the point where I was about to put Granger into the infirmary just to get her away from you,” Draco growled.

“I’ll just have to make it up to you then,” Ginny grinned at him. Reaching up to her neck she undid her Gryffindor tie, her smile turning slightly wicked. Draco started to laugh as she tied his hands to the headboard with her school tie.

“Feeling naughty are we?”

“Always.”

Ginny sat back on her heels to admire her handiwork. She now had one naked and very aroused boyfriend at her mercy. She moved on to her hands and knees so that no part of her body touched his, bending over she stopped just before her lips met his. Darting her tongue out, she licked along his bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth to nibble on the flesh gently. Draco groaned as he lifted his head in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Ginny obliged briefly before pulling away. Moving down his neck she started to trace the lines of his collar bone with her tongue, pausing to suck lightly at the skin in the hollow of his throat.

Ginny grinned to herself, Draco’s breathes were bordering on pants and she hadn’t even begun to play. Moving down his chest she licked and sucked her way down the centre line only moving off to tease his nipples. By the time she had reached his belly button, Draco was unconsciously bucking his hips in a silent plea. Ginny briefly debated torturing him a little and starting the lick, nibble, suck routine at the other end of his body, but time was of the essence here so she would have to cut her play time short.

Settling between his thighs she delicately traced her tongue along his erection before closing her mouth over his head slowly taking as much of him as possible. Withdrawing her mouth slowly in a lingering caress, Ginny paused to place a gentle kiss on the head before moving up to straddle him. Keeping her eyes firmly on her lover, she slowly slid herself down onto his length. Taking a moment to relish the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate Draco, she began to slowly move, her hands resting lightly on her waist as she rode him. The gentle pace didn’t last long before Draco was bucking his hips up to deepen the thrusts and grace was put aside in favour of need. Feeling the familiar pressure building low in her body, Ginny braced her hands on the bed next to Draco’s head, her movements becoming increasingly frenzied. When her climax hit Ginny arched her back and screamed, as he felt her body pulse around him Draco shouted and followed her into completion.

Collapsing onto Draco’s chest, Ginny hand shook slightly as she reached up to untie him. Muttering when she found his tugging had tightened the knot she gave up and reached for the wand stashed under the pillow. As soon as he was free Draco circled his arms around her and held Ginny gently.

“How much time do we have left?” she asked eventually.

“Not a lot I’m afraid.”

“Damn, I had an encore planned.”

Despite the release he had just had, Draco felt his body twitch at her words. “Encore?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmm it involved a pair of black stiletto heels, a large pole and a customised dance routine…” Ginny lamented.

“Love you,” he laughed.

“Love you more.”