Some people have theorized about convergent evolution, the collective unconscious, divine inspiration, fate, zeitgeist, or even the natural synchronicity of great minds. Sometimes, though, it's simply that an idea is too perfect and clever not to pursue.
This is why, when the NEWT level potions class worked on brewing Veritaserum, several of the sixth and seventh year students poured their results into more than one vial. If a certain blond Slytherin and red-haired Gryffindor smiled in an eerily identical way that might be labeled as evil, well, no one was really paying enough attention to notice.
Draco wasn't sure whether to be grateful or chagrined that Ginny had gotten to his room before he had. Considering she was wearing only one of his shirts, he decided overall to count his blessings and give thanks to whatever unnamed deity had brought this gorgeous nymphomaniac into his life, even if she was a Weasley. Still... "Eager, aren't we?"
She let her eyes rake over him, paying special attention to areas below the belt. "Looks like I'm not the only one." She didn't move, however, just took a small sip from the cup he'd bought for her so that she would stop drinking out of his. His eyes lit at the convenience of it, even as he debated the best way to adulterate her drink.
Deciding that sticking to the routine they'd established would allay suspicion, he poured himself a drink and came to sit near her on the couch. He leaned in to kiss her thoroughly, using the pleasurable distraction to slip the potion into her drink. It would take a few minutes to kick in, so he settled in beside her, his arm over her shoulders as he moved her hair aside and started kissing her neck. "So how was your day, Weasel?"
"Not too bad," she said, wriggling closer to him and laying her hand on his leg. It was still odd, to spend time just talking, but now that they'd been spending so many of their nights together, the urgency to get each other's clothes off immediately had dulled slightly. Not that he didn't very much look forward to mutual nakedness, just that he also liked talking to her. It was a shock, really, finding out that under her incredibly orange hair was a mind that very much matched his. Oh, he'd never admit it, but she was decidedly in a unique category as someone he both lusted after and respected.
"What was that, Malfoy?" He realized he'd been staring at her as he sipped his drink, and tried to remember what he had just said.
He blinked as he heard his mouth repeating, of its own accord, "I like you." Sure, it was true, but why the hell was he saying it?
"I thought you just liked shagging me," she said, looking horrified.
His pride was stung. How dare she look that upset about it? Being liked by Draco Malfoy was not an honor bestowed upon many people. "Oh, I like shagging you, a LOT. But I like talking to and watching you, too."
"I like you, too, although I shouldn't." Again with the needlessly horrified look. "I thought we were just going to use each other for sex."
He scowled, then his face cleared as he realized the Veritaserum had kicked in, and she was just horrified because she was saying all of this out loud. With a feral grin, he asked what he had been dying to know for weeks. "Why did you jump me in the first place?"
Her eyes were a bit glazed as she said, "Because I figured you'd never speak to me otherwise. And because I'd been fantasizing about you for ages." She blushed fiercely, and he looked incredibly smug.
"I'd never thought about you that way at all," he said with a good attempt at his normal casual cruelty. His face fell a bit as his mouth continued, "Or, rather, I told myself I didn't because it was easier to pretend not to notice you than to admit I had no chance." Draco thought about what he'd just said. "You gave me Veritaserum, didn't you?"
She nodded. "I put it in your cup, with a small disguise spell so you wouldn't notice it."
"I put it in your drink," he said calmly. "I should have known you would. I wouldn't like you half so much if you weren't so clever and underhanded."
"Same here." She put her cup down and smiled. "So about that incident in the library..."
Oh, bugger. "I'd hoped you wouldn't ask about that," he said.
"Tell me everything about it that you don't want me to know," she said, running her finger lightly over his collarbone.
He shook his head in admiration. "Damn, you're good." She had shifted to sit on his lap and he started kissing her in a spirited attempt to distract her from her questioning. It didn't work, but at least he was able to assuage the humiliation of his unwilling confession by frequent interruptions for hot kisses and lengthy explorations of the noises he could elicit by licking her neck and ears. "I planned the whole thing. Had Crabbe and Goyle follow you to learn your habits while I did the necessary research."
"You know, I really hate that I find the fact you had me followed kind of sexy," she said, tilting her
head back as his mouth moved lower. "Keep going... With the talking, but also with the tongue thing. What kind of
research did you do?"
"Silencing charms. Obscuring charms. The glamour for your lovebites." As he spoke, he unbuttoned her shirt, punctuating each button and phrase with a hot kiss on the newly exposed skin. He said something else into her breasts, which she demanded he repeat. "A tailoring charm in case I had to get you out of trousers."
She wriggled in his lap, causing him to moan against her skin. "Anything else?"
He bit his lip, trying very hard not to speak. Eventually, though, the effects of the truth potion won the struggle, and he blurted out, "I wanked off just beforehand, so I'd last longer."
Ginny laughed, opening her mouth to say something cutting, but instead saying, "It makes me hot just thinking about watching you do that."
"Oh, really? Tell me all about it," Draco purred, dropping the shirt she'd been wearing on the floor and turning her to straddle him. "Don't leave anything out, tell me all the little lustful fantasies you've had about me."
She rolled her hips, making his breath attempt to solidify in his throat. "Well, for one thing, I want to see you all the way naked." He didn't trust the way she was smiling at him. She was telling the truth, but somewhere along the line she had figured out a way to get the upper hand. It was probably the one that was tweaking his nipple through his shirt. She started tugging at his tie, letting it hang loose from around his neck once she had the knot undone. "And much as I've enjoyed myself, I'd like to try fucking in a position that doesn't involve me either lying on my back or against the wall."
Ginny finished unbuttoning his shirt and licked his collarbone. "I've done a lot of reading, you see."
"I know. I had Crabbe and Goyle bring me some of the books you'd read." He put his hands on her thighs and rubbed his thumbs so that they just barely brushed against her already-damp curls. "Soppy claptrap, for the most part. I thought my brain was going to ooze out of my ears from the treacle, so I just started skipping to the good bits."
"That's because I keep the real porn under my mattress," she said with a giggle. "That and Hermione's got some quite interesting books. I didn't know muggles could bend like that without magic to help."
He looked a bit embarrassed, even as he leaned back and allowed her to loosen his belt. "I've only ever seen some girlie magazines here at school, and that stuff you read. A couple of girls, but they knew less than I did." He put his hands on her waist and lifted her slightly so that she could maneuver the opening of his trousers. "I've come up with some ideas I'd like to try out, though."
She waggled her eyebrows at him playfully. "I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours. We do have to tell the truth, after all."
"Weasley, seeing what you're capable of, I'm almost as afraid to know what you want as I am excited at the prospect." Draco groaned as she ran her hands over his chest and purred. The feel of it was probably why he was too distracted to express himself in better terms. "I want a blowjob."
Her eyes were bright, with laughter or lust or both. "And you'll get at least one. But I want one, too."
"How's that work, with girls?" He moved his hand closer to her and traced her slit with the tip of one thumb. She shivered and gave him an arch look. "Oh! Tongue. Yes, I feel quite stupid now."
"As you should," she said. Ginny pressed her hips forward against his hand and dropped a light kiss on his lips. "Do we take turns, or both at once?"
He half-growled as her breasts rubbed against his chest. "If you don't stop wriggling on my lap like that, we're just going to fuck sitting up on this sofa."
She laughed, but let her legs slide down so she knelt in front of him. "Let's get those trousers off you."
"Oh, yes," he said breathlessly before muttering a charm that undid all the seams in his clothing. A few tugs and he was completely naked. "You shouldn't trust me, you know. I'm a Slytherin, I'm not above faking sleepiness to get out of reciprocity. Damn that truth potion."
Ginny giggled, and it felt quite odd against his skin. Not bad, however. Nothing that involved her mouth on his upper thighs could be considered bad. She took hold of his cock with one hand, the other one moving up and down his thigh. "I wouldn't fall for it. I'd get mine sooner or later, because I'm an evil blackmailing bint."
Her mouth closed around the head of his cock and he moaned. "I'd promise you anything in the world for this." She tried to pull her mouth off, but he forestalled her movement with a hand on her head and said, "I'd try to wriggle out of it later, or pretend I forgot. But, Merlin, that feels so damn good."
"I'll use that against you someday," she said after managing to disengage her mouth. "Look, don't press my head so hard, okay? Just tell me what it is you want."
"That's one of the things I like-- Holy hell, yes, do that thing with your tongue again." He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing at her head, knowing she'd stop if he did. "Uh... Up and down a bit, yeah. Oh, that's good. Yeah."
Her teeth scraped against the ridge of his head and he gave a small cry. She looked at him in consternation, but he said, "Don't stop! It felt okay, a bit good, but any harder and it would hurt, so be careful." She nodded and he gasped at the way it changed the movement of her mouth. He lay back, his nails digging into his palms as he whispered to her to go harder, faster, slower, more tongue, do that thing with the teeth now, yes, a bit more, his breath coming harsher and shallower as she started to get into a rhythm and need less instruction.
He was so close, and it felt so good, but it wasn't quite, exactly enough. Draco snatched one of her hands from his thigh and wrapped it around the base of his cock. When she tried to move it tentatively, he crushed one of his own hands around it and started jerking it up and down, setting a fast pace that she tried to match with her mouth. He groaned as she moved her tongue firmly along his flesh and it was enough, so suddenly that he couldn't even think to warn her, all his world reducing to the feel of her mouth as her cheeks hollowed out and she sucked him dry.
He was still quivering and gasping, trying to remember how the concept of breathing worked, when she pulled away and started coughing, her eyes tearing as she swiped at her mouth and nose with the back of her hand. "That wasn't as bad as it could've been, except when you tried to drown me with your sperm."
"You all right?" he said muzzily. "Not that I regret it, but I need to show I care if I want it to happen again, right?"
Ginny snickered and made her way over to the bed. "Like you're capable of caring."
He felt gravely offended. Not enough to get up yet, but still. "I can care! I care about a lot of things. My broom, my mum, my marks, you, my clothes--"
"Do you really mean that?" she asked, sounding different than she had since they'd started this bizarre... Whatever it was. She sounded almost... Shy.
"Of course I mean it, you stupid bint. Truth potion, remember?" He managed to haul himself to a sitting position and sighed. "There's no chance in hell of going to sleep, is there?"
She sounded quite like her normal self again when she said, "Not unless you want to spend the foreseeable future being able to look but not touch." She flicked her wand in his direction and he felt himself floating until he was lowered onto the bed. "Of course, you could find a Slytherin girl, but then I'd have to make myself stop seeing you completely."
Draco tried not to acknowledge the small twinge of hurt he felt at the thought. "You could do that? Just walk away?"
"If I had to. I wouldn't want to," she said soberly. "But I don't want to talk about that. Let's talk instead about your side of the deal."
He wanted to press the issue, but there was too much danger of the tables being turned. There was an awful lot about his dealings with Ginny Weasley that he didn't want to be forced to admit until he'd gotten used to allowing himself to think it. Instead he just replied, "No chance I can put it off at all?"
"None," she said. "However..." She blushed and cast a freshening charm on herself. "There. Now if I taste bad it's not because I'm dirty."
"Good to know." Draco took a deep breath and slid down her body, kissing her skin as he went. She was
trembling, and he started to think maybe it wouldn't be that bad. He could hold his breath or something. He let his
hands roam ahead, stroking her thighs until they parted to let him settle down between them. He ran a finger over her
gently and she shuddered. When he followed it with the tip of his tongue, she jolted upwards, her thighs almost closing
around his head before he managed to move out of the way. Irritated, he said, "Come on, I hadn't even started
yet."
Ginny eased her legs back down, planting her feet far apart and letting her knees point to the ceiling. "Sorry, it was just, it felt so odd."
He almost felt disappointed, now that he was seeing her spread out before him, looking completely wanton and open for him. "Does that mean you didn't like it and I don't have to do it?"
"Don't be stupid, Malfoy, that felt incredible, and I want more." Her back was propped up on some pillows so she could look down at him, and seeing the dreamy look in her eyes was quite an ego boost.
"Incredible, is it?" he asked smugly. She made a purring noise and rubbed her hands over her knees and thighs, which convinced Draco like nothing else that going to sleep would be a bad thing. He wanted to be inside Ginny Weasley again that night, wanted to hear that noise and see that look over and over and know he was responsible for it. He moved in with a purpose, running his tongue firmly just inside her folds.
This time he was prepared for her to jump, and his hands on her knees kept them from closing around his ears. "Merlin, Jesus and the saints," she breathed, and then faded into a long moan as he slowly moved his tongue up and down. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but the noises she was making indicated her whole-hearted approval, so he simply let himself explore.
It was a lot different than he thought it would be. While he wouldn't be bottling her taste to synthesize into a drink to serve with dinner any time soon, it wasn't unpleasant. A tad bitter, but there was something about it that tasted... Good, in an odd way. He thought he could very well get used to it, and in extremely short order. Let's see, he thought. All the books mention something about a pearl. Maybe that's it right... Ginny squealed and he felt his lips curl into a satisfied grin. Yes, I do believe that's the spot.
She was thrashing against him, her legs flexing against his shoulders as she half-formed words, only to break off in a gasp or whimper. He was inordinately pleased, and decided to see if he could drive her even more insane by combining sensations. Accordingly, he slipped one finger inside her, then had to shut his eyes and start counting backwards slowly from one hundred in order to calm down enough to see straight.
"Malfoyyyyy..." She sounded desperate and it was all he could do not to throw out any thought except fucking her hard enough to drive her into the mattress. Instead he used his finger to thrust into her the way that he wanted to, while moving his tongue in tiny circles in a way that made her sob with the intensity of the feeling. He felt her hands in his hair, pushing him towards where she wanted him, and she screamed and shook as he obliged her. He turned his eyes upwards and thought, as he always did, that she looked like a goddess when she orgasmed, all wild red hair and ecstatic shrieking as her body contracted around him.
Which was incredibly gratifying, of course, but not quite... Gratifying, in the physical sense. She lay there, her body seeming boneless as she sprawled in an astoundingly carnal display, and he treated it like a feast that had been laid out for his pleasure. He was nibbling on her collarbone when she said lazily, "I think you wore me out."
He moved up so that he could speak directly into her ear, low and smooth in a way that he knew she liked. "Then just lie back and think of England, because I need to fuck you. It feels like I'll die if I don't get inside you."
She laughed throatily and arched her neck to allow him to run hot, open mouthed kisses over her skin. "I think I have a better idea."
"There's nothing better," he said fervently, surprised to realize that he meant it completely.
Perhaps that surprise is why he didn't notice what she was doing until he found that she'd managed to hook a leg around his and flip him onto his back. She slithered over him, draping her body over his like the best kind of blanket he'd ever known. "Why, Miss Weasley, I'm shocked."
"Shut up, Malfoy, and lie back." She grinned impishly and pinched one of his nipples. He reached out to return the favor and she shook her head, her hair spilling down to form a curtain around their faces as she kissed him lightly. "Keep your hands to yourself or I'll tie them to the bedposts."
Draco shivered, not sure whether he wanted her to carry through her threat or not. The thought of completely giving up control was a bit frightening, but infinitely thrilling. His breath caught in his chest and he put his hands behind his head, dredging up a smirk from somewhere, but resisting the urge to attempt a sarcastic comment. Merlin knew what he'd actually say, with the truth potion still in effect.
His cool demeanor shattered just as soon as she straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock in a move that was somehow all the more erotic for being slightly awkward. She curled her legs to bend underneath her, letting her find her balance as she raised herself up. He swallowed heavily as she smirked, honest to God turned his own bloody smirk on him, and said, "I think I like this."
"Ginny..." She put a finger over his lip to shush him, then traced its contours before covering them with hers. He tried not to whimper as her hips shifted over him and he was pushed deeper inside her, but there was a distinct whine from his throat that wouldn't be suppressed. "Ginny, please..."
The breath completely left his lungs as she snatched his hands, entwining her fingers through his as she hissed out, "Yes, I love it when you beg, like you need me and only me." He would have responded, but she started moving then, and he couldn't form words. His fingers crushed hers as she raised herself up, the slid back down with a sort of wriggle that had him seeing stars. Her whole weight ended up resting on their joined hands as she moved frantically, squeezing her muscles around him on each downward stroke.
He had to close his eyes to attempt to hang on to his tattered control. There was nothing that he wanted more than to turn her over and pound into her until she screamed, unless it was to continue lying there so that she could writhe over him in a way that threatened to make him scream. His hands were being pulled and he opened his eyes to see her sit back, driving him deeper into her body than he had ever been. She leaned back a bit, bringing his hands with hers to rest on the upper curve of her backside as she shook her hair back and rolled her hips in a lazy kind of figure eight.
"Touch me," she said, and he pulled his hands out of hers to obey, running his fingers over her flanks, up to the breasts that he had not thought perfect until he'd had the chance to truly explore the way that they fit against his hands, and then down to where their bodies were joined, one hand drifting over her abdomen in a way that would have been soothing if his other hand hadn't found her clitoris. He alternated pressing down with his thumb with quick brushes, and it wasn't long before she was going insane, her body moving jerkily as she tightened around him. Then she called his name in a drawn-out guttural moan and he couldn't hold back, just grabbed her slackening hips and thrust blindly upwards until he exploded inside her.
She collapsed to drape over his body, seeming to have melted in the heat of her climax. He surprised himself by not complaining or even minding, just bringing his arms up to hold her against him as their heartbeats decelerated and their breathing started to return to normal. Her eyes fluttered closed and she nuzzled her head on his shoulder, drifting peacefully into sleep. Just as she changed from sleepy to sleeping, she mumbled, "Like liking you. Don't want to stop."
He dropped a kiss on her temple and stared up at the ceiling, letting her words sink into his bones. She was different than any of the girls he had managed to sleep with before, than any girl he'd known. He'd heard a thousand 'I love you's, from girls that he knew objectively were prettier, as well as being richer and of better families. Somehow, though, Ginny's simply saying she liked him meant more. Maybe it was because she was getting to know who Draco was, not just his public image. Maybe it was because she gave as good as she got, and had no qualms whatsoever about bossing him around. The idea of Ginny Weasley simpering and deferring to his judgment with ladylike demureness was absolutely ludicrous... And he liked that.
"Shut up and go to sleep. You're thinking too loud." The sleepy grumble was muffled against his shoulder, but he smiled and closed his eyes. Maybe he could think about what it all meant tomorrow.