Turn of Phrase
"And just what is bringing such a blush to the fair Mistress Weasley's cheeks?"
Ginny's eyes shot up as her book was snatched out of her hands by none other than Draco Malfoy. She hadn't seen him outside of highly public settings since the cabana boy incident the week before, and she really wished she wasn't seeing him now. It had been a long day, she looked like hell, and all she had wanted to do was hide in a corner of the library no one ever visited and finish her novel without having to interact with another human. And now, here he was. It was enough to make a girl cry. His eyes scanned the page and she blushed fiercely as he said, "He thrust his manhood against her femininity? What are they doing, bumping chromosomes?"
"It's not like guy porn is any better. Being stuffed with meat is not my idea of sexy imagery." Her eyes went wide and she clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized what it had just said without consulting her brain.
With a distinctly salacious smile, he said, "So the little Weasel is a connoisseur of pornography, is she? What would Potter say?"
"He'd say, 'Damn, I should've hidden it better. Now Ginny has blackmail material,'" she said haughtily, despite her flaming cheeks. "Besides, it's not like you should complain, given how you benefited from my knowledge."
"Ah, yes," he purred as he leaned over to nip at her ear. "I believe I do still owe you something for the pool incident."
She squirmed as his hot breath in her ear sent shivers through her. "No thanks necessary, Malfoy, now bugger off before someone sees you here."
"Oh, but I insist." He pulled her to her feet and then into his arms, pressing her hips firmly into his. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck before saying, "As for being seen... Well, you'll just have to be very quiet so as not to attract attention while I'm fucking the hell out of you."
"You have such a way with words, Malfoy," she said breathlessly, trying to appear calm and unaffected.
"You'd prefer shagging, maybe? Screwing? Fornicating?" With each word he bumped his groin into hers, letting her feel the growing hardness.
"Get stuffed," she said, trying to break away.
He laughed and tweaked one of her nipples as he gathered her wrists in one of his hands and pinned her against the nearest bookcase. "That's the general idea."
"You are such a prick," she gasped as she felt his free hand pulling at her clothes, while his teeth were lightly scraping over her ear.
He moved his body slightly so that his weight wasn't resting on her, allowing his hand access to all of her. "Mmm, I love that filthy little mouth of yours. Tell me what it is I'm doing now."
"You-- You're caressing my thighs." She licked her suddenly dry lips as she felt the rough texture of his fingers against her skin. "And now you're putting your hand in my knickers."
He clicked his tongue. "For shame, Weasel. I'd have thought your reading material would have lent you a more delicate turn of phrase." He nuzzled the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and the rasp of his faint five o'clock shadow made her skin tingle. He ran a finger delicately through the curls covering her mound, then pulled back enough to push her underwear down in order to have more room to maneuver. "You'll have to do better."
"Oh!" She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as his finger moved delicately along her crease, the moisture from her excitement letting it glide smoothly. "You're tracing my wet slit with your, mmm, your callused finger."
"Better," he murmured, his breath starting to come faster as he stroked more deeply. "Continue."
Ginny closed her eyes and shuddered at the electrifying sensations going through her body. "Oh, yes... You, you're parting my slick folds with your thrusting finger, teasing the... Oh, no, don't stop, the, ah, delicate flesh with, with..."
He laughed, a low and growling sound that she seemed to feel more than hear. His grip on her wrists eased and he ran that hand down her body, grazing her breasts before coming to rest on the curve of her backside. She sagged a bit, her arms going around his neck as her weight rested completely on the bookcase and on the points where his body was pressing against hers. "With what, Mistress Weasley?"
"With your well-manicured finger, now stop bloody well playing and get on with it!" Her face was brightly flushed and she was panting for breath as she writhed against his hand, trying to force him into delivering the satisfaction that was tantalizingly close.
"So impatient..." He scraped her clitoris with the tip of his thumb, just gently enough not to hurt. "I think now you should start telling me what you want."
She licked a drop of sweat from his neck before it disappeared under the collar of his shirt. It seemed amazing to her that he could have her feeling so completely out of control and yet they were both fully clothed. Well, except for her knickers, which were now around mid-thigh and traveling downwards. "Anything I want?"
"Within reason," he said as he pushed inside her once more with fingers coated in her juices. She moaned and bucked against his hand and he just grinned.
"Suck my breasts," she said impulsively.
He raised an eyebrow, but lowered his head to nip at the skin exposed by the few opened buttons of her blouse. "Take off your shirt and bra, then."
Ginny nodded, pulling her hands away from where they had been clutching his shoulders to tear at her buttons, fumbling with the tiny hooks on the front of her bra. "You're not, oooh, you're not helping."
"I don't care," he said against the skin of her chest, pausing from nibbling his way along the ridge where her flesh disappeared under the lace covered fabric of her bra. She finally managed to free her admittedly heaving bosom, and his lips moved instantly to tug one of her nipples into his mouth. His hand was still moving inside her, and she thought she just might melt into a little puddle, right here amongst the dusty Arithmancy texts that not even Hermione visited.
"Use your other hand to play with my other nipple instead of my arse," she demanded.
Instead his hand slapped against her bottom, driving her further onto his fingers. "This is no time to forget your education, now is it? Now, tell me again properly."
She wanted to push him away and regain control, but not if it meant that he stopped the wonderful, electrifying things he was doing to her. "I want you to fondle the creamy globes of my breasts, drawing the nipples into peaks as you, as you, oh, yes, like that!"
Her hands tightened into fists as she held on to one of the shelves behind her. She closed her eyes against the spiraling tension that was building, letting her head drop back as the sensation flowed through her and she was falling, completely lost in a sea of hot breath and low moans and the feeling of him pressing against her and whispering encouragement as she came.
Ginny was still shuddering with her release when she decided to make an attempt at regaining the upper hand, or at least not being quite so thoroughly on the lower one. She leaned forward just enough to allow her to reach him and tugged his shirt out of his waistband, scratching his skin lightly with her fingernails. His laugh rumbled through her as she fumbled with his belt, trying to keep her mind steady despite the fact that his touch was continuing to make her squirm with stabs of spine-melting pleasure. "Why, Mistress Weasley, one would think no one had ever taught you how to speak. If you can't vocalize what you want..."
"Bastard," she moaned.
"I'm afraid I'm not ready to have children," he said smoothly, easing his hand away from her center to trail wet fingers in lazy patterns over her abdomen and thighs. "But we can get in some practice for later on in life."
"Like I'd have your children," Ginny muttered, finally managing to undo his belt and going to work on fitting her hands inside his pants. "They'd probably demand a better decorated womb."
Draco's breath hissed from between gritted teeth as her hand closed firmly around him. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head and he snarled before pushing his clothes completely out of the way, freeing his erection from all its confines except for her hand. He pushed against her hand, saying hoarsely, "Let's talk about something else right now."
"Like how good it feels to run my hand over the velvet-sheathed steel of your erect member?" She peeked at him from under lowered lashes as she squeezed gently before moving her hand up and down with excruciating slowness.
"Something like that," he said, shoving her skirt up to her waist and moving in to claim her mouth again. Her body was being crushed against the bookcase behind her, the edge of a shelf digging into her bottom, the leather of the book bindings sticking to her sweaty skin as his shirt buttons dug into her, seeming like they would leave a permanent imprint. "I do believe, however, that the time has come for more... Directness."
"Does that mean I don't have to ask for your marble shaft to penetrate my jeweled box?" Ginny said with a smirk.
He paused long enough to look at her in disbelief. "Weasley, your taste in reading material needs improving."
Her giggle turned into a breathy moan as he ground against her, his mouth returning to her neck with the dedication of a starving vampire. She reached down between them again, her hand getting crushed by his body before he relented slightly. With a grin that had a hint of the vicious about it, she positioned him just at her entrance and then said, "Oh, so you'd prefer maybe that I go find something edifying to read? I could just go..."
"You could," he said agreeably, if breathlessly. "But not until after I've made you scream while I slam into you so hard that you think you're going to split in half." She bit her lip as he suited action to words, making her teeth rattle with the force of it.
Ginny threw her arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her. Without breaking stride, he slid his hands down the back of her thighs and pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his waist so that all that supported her was the slightest bit of library shelving and him. Her ankles seemed to lock together at the small of his back of their own accord, and she felt like she had to fight for oxygen as he bent his head to lick and nibble and suck at her nipples. She tangled her hands in his hair, letting it slide through her fingers as she moaned, "Oh, God... Uh, fuck me harder, come on, show me what you can do."
"Keep talking," he panted before nipping one of her breasts and then swirling his tongue around the aureole to soothe it.
"Malfoy..." He moved a hand from her hip to give her clit a sharp pinch and she bucked against him, trying to regain her balance despite the dizziness that the pleasurable pain had sent shooting through her. She clutched him tighter, his face burying in her breasts as she whispered, "Fucking... Oh! Yes, yes, like that, fuck me like that, oh, you're so goddamn big inside me..."
He made a whining noise in the back of his throat, his fingers once again tightening on her flanks as his thrusts started to become a bit wilder, and definitely harder. She licked her lips and then arched slightly so she could reach his ear. She nibbled slightly on the lobe, eliciting another pleading noise from him, before she said, "Can you feel me closing around you? I'm all hot and wet and it's just for you, all for you."
"No more talking," he groaned, ensuring that she would comply by setting a new pace, one that seemed to set her skin on fire as he moved inside her. She wanted to talk, tried to talk, but all that came out were random disjointed curses and moans, growing in pitch and intensity as she felt herself tightening around him even more, his thrusting jerky and bruising in force as she let her fingernails dig into his skin as deeply as his fingers were biting into the flesh of her buttocks. She wouldn't be able to sit down properly for a week but she didn't care, as long as he didn't stop, didn't stop, no matter if the world ended, as long as she could clamp down around him and feel the way that his cock pulsed inside her as she closed her eyes and let the electric buildup flow through her.
She heard him mutter her name and then felt his teeth sinking into her shoulder and it was the last straw. She didn't know if she screamed, didn't care, all that mattered was saying his name as the lightning slammed through her body, making her convulse around him helplessly. She thought she felt his release, hot and wet and filling her up completely, but she was too intent on the tides of sensation breaking inside her to focus on it. She was adrift on a stormy sea, and didn't want to be saved.
The first thing she felt, when she came back to herself, was his breath stirring the hair that clung to the nape of her neck. She let her eyes drift open as she started to feel the soreness that had invaded various parts of her body. Her legs felt stiff and cramped and she forced herself to move them, sliding them down the outside of his legs until she was shakily standing on her own two feet. The evidence of their passion started to trickle down her leg and she tried not to fidget as she waited for him to let go.
Finally, she cleared her throat and said, "You know, some people lie down to have a bit of how's-your-father."
He grunted and shifted his weight off of her, stepping back and starting to re-fasten his clothes. "Wouldn't want to bore Mistress Weasley, would I?"
"Alright, you've made your point with the mistress bit, so just knock it off." She glared at him fiercely and he just smiled blandly in return, already looking perfect aside from his tousled hair. Casting about for her underwear, she muttered, "Stupid randy git."
Draco tossed his head back to get his hair out of his eyes and twirled her knickers around one finger. "Why, Miss Weasley, one would think you'd been ravished."
She snatched her underwear from him huffily and slipped them on, trying to restore order to her appearance. He looked at her critically and said, "Those love bites are going to take a while to fade."
"Bas-" Ginny cut herself off, not wanting to repeat the earlier exchange. Stomping her foot, she gathered her things and prepared to leave, saying, "If you can't keep your sodding lips from marking me, we're not doing this again. I don't fancy wearing turtlenecks the rest of the year."
He smirked and pulled her close to him, dropping a light kiss on her nose. Before she could protest or break away, he took out his wand and ran it lightly over her neck, the smooth wood feeling cool on her flushed skin. "That glamour should hold against anyone not trying too hard to get rid of it."
"Thanks, Malfoy," she said grudgingly, hitching her bag up to her shoulder and starting to walk away.
She slowed, but didn't stop, as he called after her, "It'll dissipate by ten o'clock tonight. Come to my room and I'll cast it again."
"Just cast it?"
"No."
"We'll see," she called back, continuing her walk towards Gryffindor Tower and a hot shower with the sly and triumphant smile of a cat who's managed to hide the last of the yellow feathers etched onto her face. This was shaping up to be a very interesting year indeed.