Cabana Boy Draco Series

Seduction and Suntan Lotion

by Sharlene/mynuet

Author's Note: It's all the fault of Sarea Okelani. Oh, and Monki and Aria, because they talked me out of deleting it in a fit of pique. Oh, and Kirixchi, because she's the one for whom the sequel is being written.

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"I have to WHAT?"

Professor Okelani's eyes barely flickered at this uncharacteristic outburst. "Please sit down, Mister Malfoy. I doubt the other students appreciate this display of hysteria over a simple homework assignment."

"But--"

"No buts, Mister Malfoy! This project will comprise a large percentage of your marks for this term, so I suggest that you devote yourself to doing it well." She peered at him over her glasses and said, "Now, sit down, before I'm forced to take points from your house for this disruption of my class."

He sat, still fuming over the awfulness of this assignment, and plotting the imminent demise of all those responsible for Draco Malfoy having to spend the last year of his schooling enduring the utter indignity of a NEWT level muggle studies class. Maybe going to Azkaban alongside his parents wouldn't have been so bad.

"Class dismissed. You're to present your first assignment in front of the class on Tuesday, so kindly make good use of your time in preparing." Draco, still muttering curses under his breath, started to gather his things when he literally saw red.

"Um, Malfoy?" Her voice was so soft that he almost had to strain to hear. It didn't help that she seemed to be speaking to her own toes rather than to him. "When do you want to meet to practice?"

It was too easy. He sneered, "Never," and went back to gathering his things. He looked up in surprise when she didn't immediately clear off, just stood there looking at him with dark brown eyes that managed to be more impassive than any he'd ever seen. He took a moment to look her over from head to toe, taking in knee socks that were thick and knobbly, probably made with more love than craftsmanship, a baggy skirt that hung down past her knees, the crispness of the pleats a distant memory, rumpled blouse in that dingy shade of ivory only achieved by very old clothes that have seen one too many washings to be white any longer, topped off by a shapeless black robe that managed to hang lower than the wretched skirt, and a tangled mass of outrageously orangey red hair. "Well? Why are you still here?"

She continued to look at him calmly, seeming unfazed by his snapping at her. "We need to work together in order to pass, Malfoy. I thought I'd give you another chance not to fail a class in your NEWT year."

"Fine, have it your way, since it's obvious I won't be rid of you until I agree." His eyes flicked over her again and he sneered. "It's a pity I'll have to be seen with you, but I suppose my reputation will survive."

Ginny rolled her eyes and shifted the books on her hip. "If you're all that upset about being seen, you can meet me up on the seventh floor, across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Balmy. If you don't see me, just walk in the door there."

"Saturday morning, then, at nine o'clock. Everyone will either still be asleep or getting ready to go to Hogsmeade." He gathered his books and sauntered away, wondering vaguely what a pool boy was. It probably had something to do with that odd game with the green felt table.

He didn't begin to suspect something might be wrong with his hypothesis until he entered the door opposite the specified tapestry at 9:15 on Saturday morning and found there was not even a cue stick in sight. Instead there was a really unhealthy amount of sunlight glinting off of suspiciously blue water. "What the hell?"

"It's a pool, Malfoy. You're a pool boy. Remember?" He turned towards the voice that had come from slightly behind him and saw that the little Weasley girl had at least managed to ditch the god-awful robe. "Anyway, I did a bit of exploring while you did an admirable job of showing that no amount of money can buy you good manners. There's clothes for you in that little hut there. I think it's called a cabana."

With that she turned on her heel and started walking off, towards a door on the other side of the glimmering water. "Where're you going?"

"I'm going to explore my house. Some of the things these muggles have are fascinating." She had a house? And he had a sodding hut? The world was obviously an unjust place. He snarled as he stalked towards his stupid hut and almost tore the door off its hinges.

It was dark, and refreshingly cool after the heat of the relentless sunshine. He looked around and saw a bed that barely missed qualifying as a cot, a small desk, and a collection of what were probably supposed to be clothes. He stepped closer to the desk and saw that in the middle of the various objects scattered about, there was a copy of his assignment instructions, and a pamphlet. It had a picture of a skimpily dressed muggle on the front, and was titled, "So You Want to be a Cabana Boy". His eyes drifted between the pamphlet and the parchment with his assignment on it, even as he flipped past the first few pages.

Finally deciding that the humiliation of failing Muggle Studies would be too much to bear, he put down the pamphlet and picked out the largest pair of shorts he could find, and the shirt with the most subdued print. Feeling freakish in the shorts which barely covered the essentials and the shirt with its splashy red hibiscus pattern on a blue background, he shoved his feet into thong sandals and wandered back out, pausing only to pick up the pamphlet and a pair of glasses with dark lenses.

He was sitting in a chaise by the side of the pool, idly leafing through the pamphlet while snacking on some mixed nuts he'd found in a rather well stocked bar just outside of his 'cabana'. Just as he'd tossed a cashew into the air and was moving to catch it in his mouth, he caught sight of a very different looking Ginny Weasley.

"Malfoy! Malfoy, are you all right?" She was pounding on his back as he hunched over, trying to cough out the nut that had managed to lodge itself in his throat as he had gaped. How could she have been hiding a body like that? And what was she doing, wearing nothing but a few extremely tiny scraps of cloth? Why, she was practically naked!

Firmly repressing the part of his mind that was sniggering and saying what a shame it was about the 'practically' part, he said, "Stop trying to break my ribs, Weasel."

"Well, excuse me for giving a damn whether you live or die, I'm sure." She gave a disdainful sniff and stood abruptly, the towel that had been draped over her shoulder falling onto his lap. How she could flounce in her disgracefully small outfit was beyond him, but she managed it as she stood up and then tossed herself into the other chaise. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"Hmm?" Not the most intelligent of responses, but he was busy with making sure the towel covered the reaction his shorts most probably were not, and trying to think of anything but just how much of Ginny Weasley's creamy skin was on display.

"Working. Cleaning the pool? Because you're a pool boy?" She smirked at him evilly and he had to adjust the towel slightly. "Oh, and fetch me a drink. I want some iced butterbeer."

He wanted to snarl at her to get it herself, but the pamphlet had been very emphatic that one of his main duties was fetching things for his employer. With bad grace, and shorts that were still a bit too snug, he stomped towards the bar and poked around. "There's no butterbeer, just muggle stuff. What do you want?"

"Oh, just something cold," she said negligently. He splashed something random over ice and shoved it into her hands, trying not to wince as it splashed onto her breast and the cold liquid made her nipples tighten. Saying a prim thank you, she took a sip from the straw he had jammed in there and sent Draco's blood pressure up another couple of notches. Her face contorted into a grimace and she said, "Muggles like some strange tasting things, don't they?"

"Like I would know. You're the muggle lover among us." He'd turned away from her entirely and had answered out of pure reflex, given that the vast majority of his brain power was being devoted to reciting the quidditch statistics of the entire professional league... For the past ten years.

Draco came out of his daze to hear her saying, "Anyway, you should get to work. I think I want to try swimming in a bit."

"What work?" He hadn't gotten very far in his pamphlet, but surely anyone wearing this kind of clothing wouldn't be expected to do much, right?

With a noise of disgust, she stomped past him, momentarily distracting him from quidditch scores with the way the muscles in her bottom and thighs flexed as she moved. She turned and he looked up at her with somewhat glazed eyes as she said, "Honestly, did you do any research at all? You're supposed to use that big pole thing to just sort of sweep all the dirt off of the pool."

Her hand gestures were not helping matters, at all. Well, not helping matters to stay calm. They were definitely adding weight to the part of his mind preparing flip charts and other means of persuasion to get the rest of the brain to agree to pouncing on Ginny Weasley and licking her every freckle.

"Don't they have house elves, or some sort of servant that can do that kind of thing?" He managed to work up a creditable sneer for the concept of manual labor.

Ginny smiled in a distinctly wicked way as she sauntered back towards her lounge chair. "That's what you're here for, Malfoy. To be my servant."

As she passed him, she delivered a sharp smack to his bum, making his eyes go wider than should have been humanly possible. Was the bint teasing him? How was he supposed to react? He really didn't think that ripping off those scraps she wore and testing the sturdiness of the lounge chair was an option. He'd seen what she could do when angry, and he much preferred his testicles intact and attached to his body, thank you very much.

Grumbling, he brought down the unwieldy pole with the net on the end and started maneuvering it over the surface of the water. He'd just gotten into a good rhythm when he paused to take his shirt off and the red-haired weasel temptress said, "Come here."

"What now, Weasley?" He dropped the pole when he saw that she was running her hands over her skin, leaving it gleaming and overall looking like a shiny new toy, just for him.

He couldn't see her eyes, which were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, but a corner of her mouth turned up slowly. "I need you to put some of this lotion on my back, so I don't burn. This is what muggles use instead of anti-sun charms."

Sweet Merlin, he was either the luckiest bastard alive or he was suffering a sneak preview of hell. His legs moved without guidance from his brain, which was currently stuck re-running the words 'lotion' and 'back' over and over again. She flipped over to lie on her stomach and put her head to one side, moving her hair so that all that covered her entire back was a thin string, tied in a neat bow. Never had he wanted to untie a present more.

He lifted the bottle to squirt some onto her back, but she said, "Don't you dare, Malfoy. Warm it up with your hands first."

"Whatever happened to those precious good manners, Weasel?" But damned if he wasn't squeezing out some lotion onto his hands and then rubbing them together to warm it up. What the hell was happening to him?

She peered at him from over the sunglasses in a way he would have called flirtatious if it was any other girl. "Why, Malfoy, are you implying that manners are necessary between a master and servant?"

"Shut up, Weasley," he snarled in lieu of answering her trap of a question. Deciding that kneeling would give him a better angle, he lowered himself to the ground before gingerly laying his hands on her shoulders.

"You know, I don't think your tone is very respectful. And press harder, you've got hands like a girl." He was massaging her shoulders now, and trying to calm himself down enough to move lower without making a complete mess of the excruciatingly small shorts he was wearing. "Upon reflection, don't your servants call you Master Malfoy? I think maybe you should call me Mistress Weasley while we're working on this project."

/Like hell/, he thought, his hands curling into fists against skin that was much too soft and touchable to belong to a brat Weasley. "Hmm, you need more lotion, Malfoy," she said in a dreamy voice that disturbed his train of thought quite interestingly.

In a daze of wondering what else he could do to get her to talk like that, he warmed some more lotion in his hands and started rubbing circles down her shoulder blades, right up to the edge of her swimsuit string. Taking a chance, he said, "Can I untie this? It's in the way."

"I'm sorry, did someone address me? I thought I heard something." She shifted a bit, pillowing her head on her arms so that her hair spilled off the lounge chair to brush against his thighs.

He blamed that damnably luxurious and silky hair for the fact that he croaked out, "Please, Mistress Weasley, may I untie the string?"

"Of course you may," she said promptly, not bothering to lift her head from her arms.

His hands shook as he pulled at the end of the string, his attention riveted on the way it slithered open and fell to her sides. She murmured, "Might as well get the one on my neck, too," and he shut his eyes and prayed that a merciful god would let him survive this. Ginny Weasley, whom he was now convinced was the sexiest woman on the planet, was naked from the waist up. And he was expected to touch her.

He ran his hands slowly up and down her back, breathing in the lime and coconut smell of the suntan lotion and the scent of her sun-warmed skin. He worked the lotion into her skin, then warmed more in his hand so that he could continue hearing the soft moans she was making as he worked all of the tension out of her muscles. He kept going until he felt like he had mapped every millimeter of her back, from the arch of her neck to the dip of the small of her back. He'd even rubbed his way down her sides, brushing against her breasts so many times that he wondered that she hadn't risen up in fury to smite him down.

Finally deciding that lingering further would be pressing his luck, he stood up, wiping his hands on a towel. Before he could move away, she said sleepily, "You have to get my legs, too."

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to decide whether to get down on his knees and thank the heavens for the opportunity or run like hell. She decided the matter by crooning, "Come on, Malfoy, be a good boy. I promise you won't get dirty by touching a Weasley's legs."

Oh, but he wanted to get dirty. Very dirty. In many different positions. With lots of sweat, and some more of those little moans she'd been making.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts and telling himself firmly that Malfoys do not consort with Weasleys, let alone Weasleys who go around giving orders. That he was following them was something disturbing that he was just not going to think about. Once he was out of whatever odd trance he'd fallen into, he'd erase the memory from his mind and deny any knowledge of it if she talked about it.

He knelt down once again, feeling oddly like he was worshipping at the altar of an untouchable goddess. Probably of fertility, considering the rate at which Weasleys reproduce, he thought with a sneer that never quite made it to his lips. Instead they hung open just slightly, breath rushing past them as he warmed the lotion in his hands and set his hands delicately onto the back of one of her thighs.

Ginny made this humming noise in her throat that he could have sworn sent a bolt of lightning through him. He pressed his hands down and started running them over her legs, as slowly as he dared. The lotion let his hands glide smoothly, and his touch was just firm enough not to qualify as gentle. He had moved all the way down to her ankles, then worked his way back up, trying not to think, as he rubbed her slightly parted thighs, how easy it would be to just go a /little/ farther...

As if she could read his thoughts, she sat up, holding a towel over her bare breasts. "You know, Malfoy, that really was too bad of you."

"What was?" His voice cracked, it damn well cracked, for the first time since he was a sodding fourth year. The humiliations of this day were too many to number, and this was without whatever little bombshell she was about to drop.

She shook her head, making a clicking noise with her tongue. "You've got even paler skin than mine, and you've just been letting yourself get burnt." He managed not to let his sigh of relief be visible, but then she continued, "Since you did such a good job for me, I think I'll return the favor."

Draco could only gape as she straddled the lounge chair, patting the seat in front of her. "Come on, Malfoy, before I change my mind and let you spend days with a miserable sunburn."

"Fine." He sat down stiffly at the edge of the chaise, his spine straighter than it had ever been, even when his mother had insisted on deportment lessons. "Just hurry up, would you?"

Her hands started gliding over his back, the lotion smooth and cool against his heated skin. "Tsk, tsk, Malfoy, you're not giving your mistress an order, are you?" She was massaging his shoulders now, kneading the muscles until he wanted to purr, or run away screaming. He quivered like a dog that's been told to stay still even though the treat is just tantalizingly within reach as she moved down to his arms, and he felt a something soft and distinctly breast-like brushing against his back.

Comprehension dawned in a startling moment of clarity. "Y- You're trying to seduce me!" he said in scandalized tones.

He could feel her smile against the skin of his back. "Finally. I thought the penny would never drop."

"Ginny Weasley, you brazen hussy." His mind was reeling from the shock. First she unveiled a body he'd never dreamed she possessed, and now she was deliberately making him harder than steel? What had happened to the mousy little girl who hung on Potter's every word?

Her arms disappeared from where she had looped them around him, and he realized he'd been caught up in his thoughts for much too long. She got up, clutching the towel to her front as she said stiffly, "Fine. If you won't mention any of this, I won't either. Wouldn't want you to suffer the taint of a Weasley."

"Wait, Wea--" He tried to grab her arm as she stomped by, but the lotion made her slippery enough to pull easily out of his grasp. He tried again, this time having to lunge after her, which might have gone better if he hadn't stepped into a pool of lotion from where he'd dropped the bottle. Draco's feet slid out from under him and he windmilled his arms, trying to regain his balance. His flailing managed to knock Ginny into the water, and then he lost the battle and ended up hitting the edge of the pool with his hip as he skidded past the walkway and fell in after her.

He came up sputtering for air, only to come face to face with a soaking wet and distinctly peeved looking Ginny. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her wet hair was hanging down her back, water glistening on her skin. She'd no sooner opened her mouth to yell at him than he grabbed her by the upper arms and put his mouth on hers. If she was going to yell and misunderstand, he'd at least get something out of it first. After a minute of intense kissing, he let her go and stood, panting for breath and waiting for the axe to fall.

"Malfoy..." She just looked at him for a moment, one hand curled over her lips and the other dangling loosely at her side. His hands were practically itching to reach over and touch her, but he held his ground, since she looked like she was about to say something. He was not expecting her to mutter, "Screw it, I'm doing it anyway."

He just had time to open his arms as she threw herself at him, the water helping her to leap up enough to throw her legs around his waist. Her hands were in his hair and she was kissing him like she fully intended to devour him whole. He stumbled backwards, arms coming around to grip her firmly against him. She was rubbing herself against him and it was all he could do not to explode.

With the wall firmly behind him, he slipped one hand up from its kneading and cupping activities to find the string that stood between Ginny and nakedness. He found it and tugged until he was holding a broken string and some fabric, and then he threw it to the side, because she'd somehow managed to get his shorts open and he needed his hands free.

The water was holding her up, and so he lifted her and then set her back down, her hand around him guiding him inside, and then his hands tightened around her waist and he slammed her against him, a tiny part of his mind pointing out that there'd been something there that shouldn't have been. She was writhing against him, flexing her legs to thrust herself back and forth, but he managed to grit out, "Why the hell didn't you say you were a virgin?"

"Didn't matter," she said, wrapping her arms around his head and driving her tongue into his mouth.

She clenched her muscles around him and his fingers dug into her skin hard enough to bruise. He broke off the fierce kiss to move his mouth to her breasts, licking and biting and sucking while she gasped and moaned. Between ragged breaths, she said, "Besides, if... I'd said, oooh, if I'd said... Ahhh, anything, you wouldn't, oh, ohhh, wouldn't have caved, oh God, harder!"

Draco turned them around so that her back was the one against the pool's wall, then braced his hands on the edge and his feet on the floor before he started thrusting up into her so hard it was almost violent. From between gritted teeth, moving out with each word and in with each pause, he hissed, "I'm NOT doing this because you said to, I'm doing it because you're fuckable and I WANT to."

Her laugh was low and breathy, hot in his ear as she said, "Good to know I won't get accused of rape." She bit his ear, hard, and he couldn't talk anymore, couldn't think, all he could do was hammer into her with every bit of strength he had as her nails tore his back to shreds.

She came like a cataclysm, screaming his name as the strength leeched from her bones and she tightened around him convulsively. He wasn't far behind her, howling his orgasm into the skin of her neck as his breath seemed to leave his lungs entirely and he slumped dizzily against her body.

"We're doing this again sometime," she said as she pushed him off of her and moved towards the steps leading out of the pool.

"Yes, Mistress."

Omake:

Professor Okelani propped her feet up and looked at her guest. "You know you're a total perv, right?"

"Shut up, bitch," her sister said absently, her eyes still glued to the antics being shown in the crystal ball she was gazing at intently. "Ooooh, he's got his shirt off... And she's getting him to put lotion on her back."

" I can't believe I bothered to revive your ass." She moved from her desk to a spot where she could look into the crystal ball, giving her sister a shove when she wouldn't move over fast enough.

"They really are the perfect couple."

"Yeah, I do it all for you. Now shut up and let me watch."

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.

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.

Draco Malfoy was feeling quite content with the world. He was young, rich, handsome, and had a gorgeous, sex-crazed girlfriend, and then, as an added bonus, the assistant to the regular professor was in charge of the Muggle Studies class that day. A smile that was at least part smirk played across his lips as he caught Professor Sarea looking at him again, and he stretched lazily, rubbing a hand across his abdomen, just to get a laugh out of the way she paused mid-sentence. Then what she was saying sank in.

"So, as I was saying, in order to understand muggles, you should have a good understanding of muggle family life, which is why this project..." She trailed off again as Draco leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, then continued, "Er, is so important. Now, for this project you'll be working with partners, which I have assigned."

Draco's smirk was wide enough to threaten to overflow from his face. With this professor assigning the partners, he was sure to be paired with Ginny. He was knocked out of his pleasant contemplation of playing at being married by hearing his girlfriend's name read out in conjunction with someone else's namedistinctly not named Malfoy. The smirk was now on Professor Sarea's face as she glanced at Draco triumphantly and continued reading, finally saying Draco's name along with that of some chit he vaguely remembered seeing around the Slytherin common room. Draco scowled and the professor just smiled brightly and dismissed the class.

With barely the a hint of an apologetic glance at Draco, Ginny wandered over to her new 'husband', a Hufflepuff with a disgustingly square jaw and gingery brown hair. Draco would have stalked off, but he felt his arm being held, and he looked down at a girl with dark hair and blue eyes, who was looking up at him expectantly. "Right, Jones. What did you want?"

"You should call me Adrayegia," she simpered. "After all, we're married now."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Only during Muggle Studies. Now if you'll excuse me..." He stalked off in the direction of his the dungeons, only to encounter Ginny and her stupid Hufflepuff partner in the hallway. Ginny was blushing and twirling some of her hair around one finger, and Draco was not pleased in the slightest. No, not even a little bit. Ignoring the way that Jones had attached herself to his arm, and the way that Ginny was looking at his new elbow adornment, Draco sneered, "Blocking the hallways, are we? I could take points for that."

Ginny looked at the way Jones was hanging onto his elbow and her lips thinned dangerously, but Draco was much too busy glaring at the Hufflepuff to notice. "Let's go, Owen," Ginny said haughtily, taking the git's arm and leaning far too close to him as she brushed past Draco. "We'll find somewhere private to talk."

Seething, Draco would have followed and done something that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind who Ginny Weasley belonged to, despite their mutual decision to keep their relationship a secret, but his arm was being held in quite a firm grip. "Are you all right, Draco? Can I do anything for you?"

He turned towards her with his best lady-killer smirk on his face and purred, "Yes, there is something you can do for me."

Her voice was a breathy sigh as she said fervently, "Anything."

"Push off and leave me in peace," he snarled, shaking off her grip on his arm and stalking back to his room.

He stayed in his room until dinner, telling himself firmly he didn't care and was just concentrating on his homework, despite the evidence provided by his parchment being covered with absent-minded doodles of the stupid Hufflepuff dying various miserable and painful deaths. Thus he was already not completely in his right mind when he received an owl just before dinner which completely destroyed his mental processes.

Draco went down to dinner in a daze, cradling his hand where the self-igniting parchment had raised a blister due to his not letting go soon enough. He sat down at his normal spot and stared blankly at his plate as he once again thought about the note's content. Eating mechanically, he completely missed the way that his 'wife' was fussing over him, tending to his hand and pressing herself against him, much to the teeth-grinding fury of a certain redhead across the hall. All that his mind was capable of processing was, "Draco: Out of Azkaban. Gone on Grand Tour of international holdings. Do not visit until summer holidays, as your mother and I are in a honeymoon mood. Love, Dad."

Finally he came out of his daze with a horrified shudder, only to see Ginny give him the foulest look imaginable. He raised his eyebrows in question, but she just whipped her head around to give a disgustingly saccharine smile to the Hufflepuff git, who rose from his chair so fast that he knocked it to the floor in his scramble to get over to where Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table.

The fork in Draco's hand bent under the pressure of his clenched fist. Ginny brushed her hair back and laughed at something the git said, and Draco stood up, stomach churning. He left the Great Hall, Adrayegia trailing behind him, thinking about what he would do to the faithless Gryffindor when she arrived at his room for their nightly rendezvous. She would have to work very hard to earn his forgiveness.

Thoughts of what form of hard work she might take occupied him pleasantly for several hours, until it became more and more apparent that no such activities would be taking place that night, due to one of the participants failing to appear. Consumed with rage, Draco pulled on his cloak and stormed through the castle, ferreting out any number of snogging couples and swearing that, if any of the couples contained his Weasley, the Hufflepuff bastard would be in agony for the rest of his severely shortened life.

Finally, having ensured that no teenage pregnancies were going to be started that night in any part of the castle, Draco pulled himself together and went back to his room, where there awaited a girl in a frilly nightgown. Unfortunately, it was the wrong girl entirely. "What do you want, Jones? I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

"I--" She broke off in a squeak, then shook herself and started blinking rapidly and squinting, one shoulder dropping so that her neckline drooped around it.. In a low, breathy voice, she whispered, "Don't let me stop you."

Draco raised an eyebrow and wondered what he had done to deserve a random madwoman in his quarters. "Are you all right? If you've got something in your eye, you should go see Pomfrey." He took her by the elbow and led her towards the door, only to grunt in pain as she whirled around, accidentally catching him in the stomach with an elbow.

"Oh my God, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" She fell to her knees in front of him and started reaching for his shirt hem. "Let me see!"

He took a step backwards, still gasping for breath, and that's when the door opened. Ginny took one look at the way Draco was bent over the kneeling girl, said, "I see," in an icy voice, then turned and left, slamming the door behind her.

"What the hell?" Draco muttered, tucking his shirt back in and frowning at the door. The bint had been flirting with a damn Hufflepuff all day, and then she didn't even care enough to sympathize over his being assaulted by a crazy girl with killer elbows. Speaking of which... "Why are you here, Jones?"

She stared at Draco, then at the door. "Who was that?"

Draco wasn't sure whether to be relieved or unhappy that she hadn't seen Ginny. Sure, it would've meant that any hope of secrecy would be gone, but at the same time, it would've freed him to stake his claim to his Weasley publicly. he wasn’t all that sure any more that secrecy was what he wanted anyway. Staking a public claim to his Weasley would certainly cut back on the number of utter twits undressing her with their eyes, never mind upstart Hufflepuffs trying to actually do more. Growling, he just said, "None of your business, now get out so I can sleep." After a wild-eyed look, she obeyed, scampering out as if a rabid jarvey was after her.

As he lay in bed, Draco pondered what his next step should be, and why on earth Ginny might be acting the way she was. He'd have to write a letter to his parents in the morning, congratulating them on their release. From Azkaban! The thought of any other kind of release for his parents made him shudder in disgust again before he pushed all thoughts of the elder Malfoys from his mind and concentrated instead on pleasant thoughts, of Hufflepuff death and a Gryffindor girl.

The next morning, he awoke in a much better mood, for he had had a revelation. He could make her jealous! If he hated seeing her around the stupid Hufflepuff, surely she'd hate seeing him around another girl, right? The only trouble would be finding a girl interesting and beautiful enough to seem like she might hold a candle to Ginny. He couldn't think of one off-hand, but he was sure he could find one if he looked. It hadn't been so very long since all he could think of was the way Ginny's neck curved, making an arch perfect for kissing, or the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, overflowing just enough to be interesting, or the way she'd moan when he would hold himself perfectly still while buried deeply inside of her, or--

Cutting himself off before a cold shower became an absolute necessity, Draco leapt from his bed and to his wardrobe, surveying it with care. He had to look his very best if he was going to make Ginny believe he was turning his interest to someone else. Maybe the grey jumper that she liked so much. Thoughts of what had happened the last time he wore that particular jumper had him moving towards the bathroom and contemplating the relative merits of seriously cold water versus a quick wank.

Some time later, when he was considerably more relaxed, he put on the clothes he'd picked out, made sure his hair was perfect, then set out on his mission.

He stopped, horrified, when three things happened at once. The first, and by far the worst, was that he spotted the object of his obsession in the hallway. This would have been a good thing, except that, after a brief look at Draco, she allowed , locked at the lip with the soon-to-be-dead Hufflepuff to put his mangy lips on hers. The second, and almost as terrible, was that his favorite grey jumper, the one Ginny had ripped off of him only to wear it herself after ravishing him thoroughly, was thoroughly covered in some kind of red sauce, spilled by the third thing that happened, Adrayegia Jones bumping into him where he was standing stock still at the horrible sigh, him and staring up at him with great big cow eyes.

Without pausing to think, he decided that Jones would do in the pinch, even though Ginny outclassed her by miles. Grabbing the girl by the shoulders, he planted his lips on hers for a hard kiss, then pushed her away to see Ginny's reaction. It was less than gratifying that, apart from a slight tightening of the lips, Ginny's face remained blank. "Come on, Owen," she said, sounding much sweeter than such an evil bint had a right to sound. "Let's leave the ferret to his wenching."

She stalked off, her Hufflepuff trailing her like a retarded puppy, leaving Draco to seethe quietly. Didn't she even care that he'd just kissed another girl? What did he have to do to get her attention back to where it belonged? He was brought out of his reverie by the Jones chit sighing mistily, "Oh, Draco!"

Now this was the way a girl was supposed to act! Why didn't Weasley see that? Maybe he was off his game? "Jones..."

"Yes, Draco?" she said breathily, her hands clasped under her chin as she looked at him with wide, damp eyes.

"I'm a fairly handsome fellow, aren't I?" She nodded most enthusiastically, and he continued, "Breath is good? Personality's chaming? The very model of what a Slytherin should be? In short, perfect husband material, right?"

She sighed, leaning towards him like a flower to the sun, and sighed, "Oh, yes, Draco!"

"I thought so," he said, turning to walk down to breakfast while wondering what it was about Ginny that she didn't see something so obvious. He ignored everything around him as he thought, completely oblivious to Adrayegia's chattering presence beside him, or the way that crowds of people took one look at his thunderous face and parted to make way for him.

It was while he was stabbing his eggs with unnecessary force that it finally occurred to him that he was being much too soft about this, and there was a simpler solution. One that would be infinitely satisfying, even. Looking up at where the complete and utter bastard was sitting next to Ginny with a completely fatuous expression, Draco decided that he would take a page from his mother's book, and simply remove the obstacle in his path. After all, hadn't she had Lucius's original fiancee killed?

Of course, he couldn't actually kill the Hufflepuff git. But if the boy spent a few weeks in the Hospital Wing, well, that wouldn't be too terrible a thing, now would it?

Much cheered by his not-quite-homicidal thoughts, he reached for the goblet by his elbow and took a deep swallow, only to find himself sprouting feathers and cheeping. He puffed his little canary chest up in outrage, but then found all his breath knocked out of his tiny little bird-lungs as Jones picked him up and pressed him into her scrawny bosom. It took all his strength to extricate himself and he flew high up into the rafters, pausing only to brush his wing against Ginny's red face and to leave something nasty in the Hufflepuff's food.

He hovered in the rafters until a spell dragged him out, causing him to leave claw marks in the wood as he tried to resist. Just as he had reached a height of about ten feet, he felt himself changing back, and only got out about half of a curse word as he plummeted towards the Gryffindor table. He just barely had time to notice he was going to land on Ginny and do an awkward roll in mid-air before he hit, his head bouncing off of the wooden table and knocking him out.

He woke up in the Hospital Wing only to find himself looking into a pair of impossibly wide eyes. Thinking vaguely that it made Jones rather resemble a frog, Draco sat up, groaning, only to be shoved back down as Jones once again attempted the clasping-to-bosom maneuver, despite her lack of equipment. Gasping and flailing in the futile pursuit of oxygen, he was freed momentarily by the sound of Ginny's frosty voice saying, "Isn't it touching, a ferret and its mate? I think I may vomit."

"Ginny," he breathed, looking at her with grateful eyes. Surely she'd come to rescue him from the mad girl, feed him chicken soup and soothe his troubled brow! Draco felt a rush of distinctly soppy emotion flow through him, only to dissipate as she stalked past him to where the Hufflepuff prat was lying in another bed, holding a hand to his enormous horsey jaw.

"Oh, poor Owen, are you all right? I can't imagine what it was like to have that Malfoy git land on you!" Ginny said solicitously as she fussed around, plumping his pillows and sending the blond Slytherin in the next bed into an unparalleled rage.

Muttering, "Oh, can't you?" and taking great pleasure in the way Ginny's cheeks flushed despite her resolutely not looking at him, Draco sat up. "Push off, Jones."

Adrayegia looked at him with hurt eyes. "But, Draco..."

"But what?" he snapped.

"I thought... I thought..." She broke down into tears, sobbing prettily into a convenient handkerchief.

Ginny was now stroking the Hufflepuff's hair, and Draco was in the foulest mood imaginable to humankind. "Obviously, thinking is something completely foreign to you, Jones, now go away. If I never hear your whining voice again, it will be too soon."

As soon as she had fled the room, Draco stomped in the direction of Madame Pomfrey's office, intending to collect a headache potion and return to his room in order to plot the Hufflepuff's entirely deserved and wretchedly painful demise.

It seemed a gift directly from heaven that Madame Pomfrey was not in her office, but her unlocked potions cabinet was. Scanning the labels quickly, Draco palmed a bottle for inducing vomiting, another one which drained the sinuses, a warming potion intended for hypothermia victims, a powerful laxative, and some pepper-up potion for good measure. Let's see Ginny act all lovey-dovey when the prat has something coming out of every orifice, Draco thought viciously.

Mixing all the potions in one of the goblets Pomfrey always used, then casting a quick charm to make it resemble water, he walked back into the main part of the wing, sneering at the way Ginny whispered to the unspeakable wanker before smiling and leaving the Hospital Wing. The Puff was too busy ogling Ginny's backside to even notice Draco switching the regular water goblet for the one containing the potions.

The stupid tosser attempted to smirk at Draco before saying, "Hands off my property, Malfoy. Don't think I haven't noticed you looking at what belongs to me."

"Cauldwell, you can't begin to know what it is that I want," Draco said lazily, raising the adulterated goblet. "And as for ownership... Well, let's just say that we disagree over who can make those sorts of claims."

With a glare at Draco, the other boy snatched the goblet and downed its contents. "I know what's mine, and I--" Clapping a hand over his mouth, the boy looked around desperately, only to run towards the bathroom, trailing steam from his ears and moving in a kind of jerky, pinch-legged fashion.

"Think you're clever, do you?" came a voice in Draco's ear, and it was only the inborn Malfoy sangfroid that kept him from leaping several feet into the air.

"Weasley," he said, with every appearance of calm, even as his heart was beating madly. "Decided that I exist again?"

She traced a finger down his spine, making him want to turn around and seize her wrists so she could stop obliterating his ability to think. "Oh, I knew you existed, Malfoy, I just wasn't all too happy about it. But, I understand now."

"Understand what?" he asked, his brain going to mush as her tongue swirled around the rim of his ear and her hands tangled in his hair.

She made a low humming noise in her throat, then snaked a hand around to his front, caressing his chest through his shirt. "For one thing, I understand that the isolation ward is empty, has sound-proofing spells, and Pomfrey won't enter it for at least another five hours."

By the time she finished speaking, he had picked her up and was heading for the door, his long strides not at all hindered by the way he was kissing her as if to forever imprint her with his touch. The door closed behind him and she had just enough time to pull her wand out and mutter a locking charm before he pushed her back on a bed and started peeling her knickers off.

"Malfoy!" she gasped, sitting up a bit to push at his hands. Draco just smirked, recognizing her breathless tone. He ran his open mouth along the inside of one of her bare knees and she sank bonelessly back onto the bed, sighing.

As he licked and nibbled his way down her legs, following the path of her descending knickers, he noticed a glint of metal, leading to an unholy smile as he realized what it was. In short order, he had pulled out the bed stirrups and torn her shoes and socks off, placing her heels firmly into the metal brackets. She looked at him in confusion, but couldn't quite manage to move from the awkward position. "What--"

Her words were cut off as he lifted her just enough to bring her bum to the edge of the bed, leaving her completely open to him and helpless to move. She struggled a bit, but only until he said, "Behave yourself, Weasley, or I'll be forced to use restraints."

"You wouldn't dare!" Outrage melted as he smirked at her from between her forcibly spread legs. He didn't respond verbally, just arched a brow and moved slightly backwards, leaving her torn between disappointment and relief.

Until he abruptly plunged his tongue inside of her, making her shriek and dig her heels into the stirrups . He curled his hands around her thighs, massaging the white skin dappled with the occasional ghostly freckle as he continued to move his tongue inside of her in seemingly random patterns. One moment he'd leisurely trace her labia with the tip of his tongue, the touch delicate and electrifying, and then the next he'd relentlessly lave her clitoris with a hard pressure from his whole tongue.

He kept alternating as soon as something new occurred to him, or if she started to relax in the slightest. She was constantly muttering curses and death threats and pleas for more, and he fought to keep himself under control as he concentrated on his goal. She kept propelling herself upwards using the leverage of the stirrups, and he allowed it, feeling quite smug about how quickly he'd learned to do this well.

Ginny was crying now, begging for release, one of her hands moving down to stroke herself since he wouldn't cooperate. It was what Draco had been waiting for, and he took her wrist in his hand as he straightened up, wishing he'd worn loose robes today instead of trousers that were never intended to contain quite so much pent-up lust.

Ginny's eyes were wide as she watched him remove his belt, only to grin at her wolfishly. "What did I tell you about your hands?" Quickly, he'd gathered her wrists together and secured them in front of her body with the black leather belt, then stepped back to survey her as she lay there, dressed completely from the waist up and totally exposed from the waist down, helpless but still glaring at him. Taking a deep breath, and thankful for his earlier shower activities for that alloweding him a little bit of control, he said, "Not quite right yet..."

"Malfoy, so help me, if you don't--" She ended with a squeal as he used his handy tailoring charm to remove every scrap of her clothing. Her nipples puckered at the air blowing over them and she tried to bring her hands up to cover her breasts, or perhaps the blush that seemed to extend from her hair to her navel.

"Much better," he breathed, tracing a finger over her arms, down to her imprisoned hands. "You look incredible like this."

She closed her eyes, trying to bring her knees together as she whispered, "We... You shouldn't do this."

There was no reason for her meekness to set him off, but it broke his control and he jerked open the fastening of his trousers, pushing his clothing down enough to free his almost painful erection. Without pausing, he put one hand on her stomach and pushed her down onto the hospital bed, shoving his way inside her willing heat. His hands rested at the point where her legs bent and he pushed down with brutal intensity, holding her motionless as he slammed into her.

"Who do you belong to?" She was whimpering and he couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but he didn't stop his assault or even slow down. "Say it, Ginny. Tell me who owns you." Her head was thrashing from side to side and her lip was bleeding slightly from where she had bitten through it, but it just made him slam into her harder. "Come on, Ginny, tell me, or I'll stop fucking you."

It was an empty threat. He could no more stop than he could turn himself inside out, but he wasn't in control of himself any more, certainly wasn't in control of what he was saying or doing. He was being too rough, he knew it, could see the bruises being formed on her skin, but it just set fire to his nervous system and made him want to do it even harder, to leave her marked and exhausted and completely incapable of moving, let alone looking at anyone else. He wanted to punish her for making him live without her, and for her to admit that she wanted no one but him.

"Mal..." It was barely noticeable, a thread of a whisper almost lost in the sound of flesh smacking into flesh, but it spurred him to go even harder.

"That's not what you're supposed to say, Ginny. What's my name? Who owns you?" Still holding her stomach down with one hand, he reached across her with his other one to viciously pinch and twist one of her nipples.

"Draco!" she screamed, and he exploded inside of her, his hands on her thighs pushing her feet further into the stirrups as he thrust deep and stayed there. Ragged gasps were all he could make as she throbbed around him and whispered brokenly that she was his.

He leaned against her heavily, the zipper on his school uniform trousers digging into his skin where it pressed against hers. Maybe he actually had been turned inside out, he thought as he listened to his heartbeat hammering in his ears and greedily sucked air into his starving lungs. He looked at her lying before him, limp as a rag doll, and absently stroked his fingers over the purple marks that he had left on her hips and thighs.

"I should apologize," he said distantly.

"But you won't." Ginny smiled up at him lazily and he smiled back, too exhausted to dredge up a smirk. She reached up with her bound hands, the tips of her fingers brushing his chin. "You realize that I intend to get revenge for this, right?"

He nodded, dropping his face to nuzzle against her fingertips. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Attempting to look stern, she shifted slightly, making him slip out of her body. "I don't share, you know. If I have to be yours, then for as long as it lasts, you have to be mine, too."

"Oh, really?" Draco ran a finger down her slit, enjoying the way that her flesh quivered in response. "As long as it lasts?"

"Malfoy..." she said, half-sighing and half-warning. "Once was fun, but my hands are starting to cramp, and we need to be at dinner soon."

He nodded, standing up and fastening his trousers before taking his belt off of her wrists and putting it back around his waist. She moved her legs off of the stirrups and slid to the ground, then grabbed onto the table for balance as her legs almost gave way. Draco smirked at her, feeling insufferably smug. She walked over to him, her arms coming up around his neck to draw his face down to hers for a deep kiss.

After she stopped, and while they were still holding each other, he said, "There's just one more thing."

"Yes," Ginny said, frowning. "This marriage thing."

"I was actually thinking of the fact that you turned me into a blasted canary just so you could flirt with that despicable Hufflepuff ponce," Draco said with a scowl.

Instead of looking at all regretful, Ginny snickered. "You drank the wrong goblet, Dray-kins. It was supposed to be Jones." She stepped away from him then, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. He rather thought she didn't realize that she was still naked, and that the display of temper was tempting him to pounce her for another round of vigorous shagging. "And besides, who was the one who had who in their bedroom?"

"He was in your bedroom?" All pleasant thoughts were wiped out in the face of absolute fury. If he, Draco, wasn't allowed into the Weaslette's bedroom and bed, no damn Hufflepuff should be allowed within ten feet of the place.

"You, Draco, and Jones." At his confused look, she waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Never mind, it's not important. The point is, with both of our partners incapacitated, we'll need new ones. You'll have to go flirt with Professor Sarea to get her to assign us together."

"Jones is incapacitated?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "And dDid you just say you want me to flirt with a professor?"

Ginny nodded solemnly. "Jones has tragically come down with a mysterious illness, and will probably not be showing her face until the marks clear up. As for the professor, sSnog her if you have to. ; sShe'd probably sign over the deed to Hogwarts for one of your kisses." Tracing the outline of his tie with one finger, she said, "The point is, if you were paying attention, you'd know the next part of the project involves the married couples spending a week together. Alone. In an unmonitored flat in a muggle town."

"Ah," said Draco, at last comprehending. She nodded and started pulling on her clothes, much to his regret, and he impulsively reached for her arm. At her inquisitive look, he took a silver ring from one of his fingers and placed it in her palm. "If we're going to be married, you should have a ring, right?"

"Draco, you... You're not proposing, are you?" Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, and he wondered what on earth to say.

"Just for the project, Weasley, as long as it lasts." She nodded and pushed the ring onto her left ring finger before finishing up with her clothing.

He stood aside to let her leave first, and at the door she paused and looked back at him for a moment before muttering, "As long as it lasts," and turning away. As her footsteps echoed through the Hospital Wing and faded down the hallway, he looked down at the white mark left by the missing ring and thought that, if he wasn't careful, it might last so long as to turn into something frightening and huge, like forever.

~*~

Author's Note: This fic owes a lot to Sarea Okelani, who not only plots deviously to get Ginny and Draco together, she adores seeing him jealous, AND she beta read this out of the goodness of her heart. Adrayegia, the scheming Slytherin seductress-wannabe and semi-Sue is named after ADRith rAYE and GIA, because they volunteered while I was on IM and needing a name. Next up in the Cabana Boy series, a week as a muggle married couple for our heroes... And the wizard equivalent of a flour bag baby. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

"All right, class, if you all understand your assignments, you can begin portkeying to your locations," Professor Sarea said. "Draco, Ginny, you first."

"Not so fast," came a voice from the doorway just as Draco and Ginny reached the front of the classroom. "They haven't had the spell put on them yet. And you wouldn't want to send them off without it, now would you, sister dear?"

Professor Sarea's face fell around the artificial smile that she had pasted on. "Of course not. That would be... Bad. Very bad."

"What spell?" Draco said, peeved at having been delayed in his goal to reach the muggle flat he and Ginny would be sharing for the next week. He had, in fact, not paid any attention to the lecture Professor Sarea had given them at blinding speed, for he was preoccupied with more agreeable considerations--planning activities to fill the entire week away from Hogwarts.

"Mister Malfoy, surely you did not believe that we would send any pair of students somewhere secluded without taking precautions against certain rules being followed, did you?" Professor Okelani looked much, much too amused for it to be healthy, in Draco's opinion. "Rather than keeping you all under surveillance twenty-four hours a day, which you'll admit is intrusive, we simply cast a charm, like so." She waved her wand and muttered something that sounded like "Non tocare" before thwapping them both over the head. There were mutters and giggles from the other students, but they died down at a combined glare from Draco and Professor Okelani.

"Time to go," Professor Sarea said, sulkily handing them a portkey.

Draco looked at Ginny in what was probably too significant a way for public viewing, because she scowled at him and stood as far away as possible while still touching the portkey at the same time as he did. They were tugged away to arrive at a small flat. Immediately he reached for Ginny, only to have his hands feel like he'd attempted to pick up fire. Ginny leapt back and pulled her shirt down to expose two bright red handprints on her shoulders. With a wince, she said, "I guess she wasn't kidding about that spell restricting activities. Come on, let's see if we have anything to treat burns."

"I've changed my mind, I don't want to do this project." Draco said with a scowl.

Ginny sighed. "It's too late, we'd both fail." She turned to face him with a lopsided smile and said, "Besides, this can't be that much worse than having to be my cabana boy, can it?"

Just then, a wailing noise started, going directly to the approximate noise level of the Great Hall at breakfast time and rising from there. "Weasley, what the hell is that?"

"Um. Our baby?" she said with a wince.

"Is strangling it an option?" he muttered, only to flinch at the coldness of the glare he received. "All right, all right, what do we have to do?"

Ginny brushed past him, her hair flipping up to slap him across the face as she said haughtily, "You would know if you had been paying even the slightest amount of attention in class."

"Well, let's say for argument's sake that I was distracted from the lecture by thoughts of the sexiest woman ever to walk the face of the planet and the way that the sunlight was striking her coppery hair," Draco said.

She smirked at him before lifting a bundle from a cage and making the wailing stop. "Flattery, Malfoy? You really don't know anything that's going on, do you?" Ginny shifted the bundle around, then winced as it landed on her still-sore shoulder. "Right, first the burn cream, then I explain to you about the children."

Draco's head started throbbing in time with the pain in his hands. "There's more than one?"

"Four. They took both of our families and averaged the number of children." He opened his mouth to say something about the number of Weasleys but quickly closed it again, as she was the one who had the ointment for the burns. "Hold the baby while I fix my shoulders."

Draco took the bundle of blankets out of her hands and looked down to see a small, wrinkled face, covered with a sort of orange-pink fuzz that might've been hair if there was more of it. "You know, with how good looking we both are, I'd expect our progeny to look considerably more attractive."

"Don't be a git, Malfoy, all babies look like that," she said crossly as she slathered cream on her shoulders. "Now, since we've established that you were not paying attention..." He looked up from her exposed cleavage and gave her an innocent look. She grunted a bit, took the baby and continued. "The baby's a simulacrum, a golem, made out of a bag of flour. It's enchanted to cry and wet and need feeding just like a real newborn."

"And the other three?" he asked, glaring at his hands. "This stuff's rubbish, my hands still sting."

She rolled her eyes. "If you get a decent NEWT score for this class, it will solely be through the grace of a merciful god." The baby started crying again, the sound just the slightest bit out of sync with the way the mouth moved, but still ear-splitting. Ginny cuddled it close and walked off, cooing, "Is baby hungry? Mama will get you something good to eat, oh yes."

An absurd jealousy stole over Draco. "I'm hungry, too, you know."

"Why don't you look in the cabinet?" Ginny said absently, her entire attention focused on warming a baby bottle on the stove while trying not to catch the baby or its blankets on fire. "Don't forget we're supposed to feed the other kids, too."

"How?" he said sourly, opening doors at random and then slamming them shut.

She sighed, taking the bottle off the stove and sitting down with the baby. "See that glass bit, over by the fridge? Those are our other three kids."

"They must take after your side of the family," Draco said. "Although I don't remember any of your brothers being quite that flat." She snorted in a way that did not sound at all like the appreciation due a truly sparkling and rapier wit, and he ambled over to the glass panel that she had pointed out.

As soon as he looked at it, several lights blinked on, and he saw three pictures. The first two were identical twins with blond hair and brown eyes, who were nonetheless of different genders. Block print underneath identified them as Daniel and Annie, both six years old, while the little girl next to them, with her blazingly carroty-red hair and a huge grin showing a missing tooth was labeled as one Cissa Malfoy, three years old.

"I'm hungry, Daddy," said the little girl's picture. "What's for dinner?"

Draco stared for a moment, but before he could formulate a response, the other girl said in a sing-song, "Daniel got in trouble, Daniel got in trouble!"

"Shut up, tattletale!" The boy was scowling and Draco wanted to laugh at how much he resembled his father; give him a cane with a silver snake topper and change his eye color and he would be an exact replica of Lucius. "It was only a little fire."

The older two continued bickering while the little one whined more about being hungry. Draco watched in fascination, trying to decide what he thought of it. Horror was fairly high on the list of contenders. "Look, shut up a minute, will you?"

The twins settled for a mutual declaration that the other one did it, but little Cissa burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" she wailed. "I'm just so hungry!"

"For heaven's sake, Draco, feed the child," Ginny said impatiently from where she was glaring at a saucepan on the cooker. "And find out about that fire."

"How?" he asked. "In case it's slipped your notice, they're pictures on glass."

She heaved a sigh that he thought was really beyond the boundaries of insufferable and marched over, trailing blankets as she held the baby against her shoulder. "Look, see these buttons down here? They're all the different things you can do to the kids. Figure it out, this one's bottle still isn't ready."

Deserting him like the heartless wench she was, she went back to the stove. He glared at the twins, who snapped to attention with their best impressions of perfect little angels. He raised a brow, but turned to study the lit squares underneath Cissa's picture and found one of a fork and knife. "Right, then, food." Pressing the button made it disappear, to be replaced by two arrows and a picture of a plate of liver and onions.

"No, Daddy, please?" Cissa looked up at him with wide eyes and he thought he could maybe see the appeal of small children. He pressed one of the arrows and the liver disappeared, followed in quick succession by a wide range of foods. Finally he realized he had to lift his finger and press gently, and they went through several dishes before she smiled enchantingly and said, "Yes, please! I want that."

"And Malfoys get what they want," Draco said, pressing the button with a flourish. Cissa grinned at him and then dug into a huge slab of chocolate cake that was drizzled with fudge sauce and accompanied by a large helping of ice cream.

"How come she gets cake and ice cream for dinner?" Annie looked petulant, but at least she and Daniel had stopped exchanging blows and pinches when they thought he wasn't paying attention.

Draco sighed but started punching buttons under her picture until she had her own platter, then moved to do the same for Daniel. Just as he was about to deliver the final key-press, he remembered and said, "What's this about a fire?"

After a long explanation of which Draco believed maybe a quarter, the three kids had eaten truly enormous amounts of cake and were varyingly coated in chocolate icing. Ginny looked over his shoulder and sighed before the baby she held started wailing anew. Draco left the screen with the children on it and went to rummage through the cabinets once more, not finding any proper goblets but contenting himself with a plain glass into which he poured some light colored pumpkin juice from the cold box.

A long swig later, Ginny was scowling and wiping the liquid off of her face and the baby's before glaring at him and at the juice spilled all over the floor. "You're cleaning that, Malfoy."

"What the bloody hell was it? It didn't taste at all like pumpkin juice." He took another sip, cautiously, and said, "Tastes a bit like oranges, actually."

Ginny sighed. "That's because it is oranges. Muggles don't drink pumpkin juice." The baby started up again and a foul smell filled the kitchen. Draco hurriedly plugged his nose and mumbled something about cleaning up the spilled juice.

Five miserable days passed in much the same way, with the addition of fevers and mucus making the children increasingly whiny and miserable. Draco began to think that perhaps there was more to the Death Eater cause than he had thought, as surely a swift death would be a mercy to anyone stuck living like this. Of course, the muggles didn't have to sleep on the sofa due to the risk of third degree burns. Somehow the ability to reach the children faster was not a great comfort in the face of overwhelming sexual frustration. He couldn't even wank properly because the kids had all come down with some sort of illness that necessitated constant attention, and Ginny got quite stroppy if he disappeared for any significant length of time. Disconsolately, he stared at the fridge for lack of anything better to focus on while ignoring the wailing going on around him.

"Draco! I cannot believe you--" Ginny's harangue was cut off as he leapt out of his chair, rushing over to the fridge to rip down the paper that had caught his eye, the one that had "Emergency Numbers" blazoned across the top.

She continued to look at him as if he was mad as he snatched the wireless telephone and ran into the bathroom to get away from the noise. After a few minutes of talking to someone who sounded suspiciously like a very amused Professor Okelani - the giggling in the background certainly hadn't done anything to dispel this impression - Draco had the information he needed. Some frantic rummaging unearthed the bottle he needed and he smiled for the first time since he'd realized he was trapped with an untouchable Ginny and a quartet of snot monsters.

Feeling distinctly triumphant, he threw open the door and continued to ignore Ginny's spluttered questions and threats as he walked to the screen which contained his three oldest children. "All right, hellions, time to take your potion."

Draco was momentarily amused by the way all of his family members, except the baby, looked at him with identical expressions of disbelief and patent doubts as to his sanity. Finally Annie said, "Daddy, that's medicine, not a potion."

"Either way, pumpkin, you need to take it so you'll feel better." And so I'll feel better, which is more important, he thought, but didn't say out loud for fear of Ginny's wrath.

"I'll take a potion, Daddy," little Cissa said, looking up at him worshipfully. He felt a rush of something in his chest and he rather thought that, if it hadn't been for the mucus flowing from her nose and the fact that she was two-dimensional, he might have given her a hug.

"Here you go, baby," he said, pouring a measure out of the bottle into a little cup, then into a slot that appeared beneath her picture. "There's Daddy's good girl."

She swallowed and gave him a beaming smile, but her sister started sobbing. "I'm your good girl, too!"

"Of course you are," said Draco soothingly. "So let me just give you your potion and you'll feel a lot better."

Annie opened her mouth and he poured the medicine into the slot, which made a cup appear at her lips. He ran a finger along the side of her face as she swallowed, the glass cold against his fingertip. She seemed to enjoy it, though, and she smiled up at him wanly. Daniel, however, was having none of it. "You can't make me! I don't wanna!"

"I take it that means you'd like liver and onions for dinner?" Draco said smoothly. "Not to mention the reopening of the discussion regarding the fire?"

Daniel's lips were pressed into a tight, mutinous line, but Draco was unimpressed by his glare. For one thing, anyone raised in Lucius Malfoy's household was fairly immune to impressive glares from his miniature counterpart, and for another the boy's having to wipe his nose every few seconds completely ruined the effect. Draco responded with a glare of his own, and finally Daniel sullenly muttered, "Give me the damn medicine."

Draco made sure the medicine had been poured into the slot and swallowed before he said, "Don't swear, Daniel. I'm sure your mother could figure out a way to wash your mouth out with soap if she tried."

"Now for..." Draco paused as he realized the closest thing he knew to a name for the baby was 'the squalling brat'. "The baby," he concluded, hoping he didn't sound as unsure as he felt. Considering that Ginny was gaping at him, he felt assured she hadn't noticed. "Now, the medi-- er, the doctor said to put it in his bottle with just a bit of milk and then make sure he drinks all of it." Ginny was still looking dazed and he felt a bit smug. "Why don't I hold the baby while you get the bottle ready?"

"Stay with us, Daddy," Cissa wailed, and he could see a similar sentiment on Daniel and Annie's faces, so he pulled a chair close to the screen and sat down before Ginny handed him the blanket-swaddled baby. He paused in his crying briefly to look at Draco, and he chuckled a bit at how closely it echoed the earlier 'are you sane?' looks the rest of the family had given him. Then he started crying again, but softly, as if his little infant's heart was breaking.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, to which the baby responded by throwing up all over Draco's shirt. After a chorus of 'eugh's from the three speaking children and Draco, he managed to pull it over his head and toss it to the floor beside them, disposing of a few layers of blankets while he was at it. The baby seemed to feel a bit better at that and nuzzled against Draco's bare chest, his sobs turning into soft hiccups as he sniffled.

With his free hand he pushed buttons under all of the other children, tucking them into bed. Even Daniel didn't protest, meaning that the side effect the pediatrician had warned about was holding true and making the children sleepy. Cissa yawned and pulled her blankets up to her chin before batting her eyelashes at him. "Tell us a story please, Daddy?"

"If you'll lie down quietly," he said. They obeyed and he racked his brain to think of a story to tell them. He didn't think he knew any that were in any way suitable for children. "Once upon a time there was a boy..."

Ginny was back and looking at him oddly. Draco flushed a bit, embarrassed at having been caught out being so sentimental. "It's keeping them quiet," he said defensively, hitching the baby up against his chest when her eyes dropped there. "He was too hot - anyway, where's his bottle?"

"Here," she said, putting it in his hand. He rearranged the baby to lie on his lap and take the bottle, then almost dropped it as Ginny practically shouted, "I have to go do laundry!"

Draco watched as she scurried away, then shook his head and moved the bottle to the baby's lips. "Let's see, a story. So this boy, he was a wizard, and a thumping good one."

"Did he have a magic wand?" Cissa asked with a yawn.

"Of course he did," said Draco. "What kind of wizard would he be otherwise?"

It only took a few minutes of the adventures of Draco, Prince of Wizards, before the bottle was empty and all four little heads were drooping in sleep. Draco closed his own eyes for a moment to treasure the blessed silence, then realized Ginny hadn't taken his shirt or the baby blankets with her when she had decamped for the laundry room. She'd been spending a lot of time in there, come to think of it. And while ingratiating himself with her wouldn't bring an immediate reward, they would return to Hogwarts eventually...

It was his duty to help her, he thought piously, even if it did mean that the chances of her ravishing him once they returned to Hogwarts were increased. Noble self-sacrifice in mind, he shifted carefully to lay the baby in his playpen, then gathered up the discarded clothes while still making sure not to have any contact with his now-disgusting shirt - interest in future hot sex only went so far, after all. The washing machine was making a lot of noise, so he didn't even notice until he'd stepped into the room that there were other noises being made in there.

He dropped the blankets and stared, slack-jawed, as Ginny pressed herself against the shaking machine. One hand was inside her shirt and he could see the outlines of her fingers as she played with one nipple, groaning softly. His first attempt at speaking failed and he swallowed hard before trying again. "Having trouble, Gin?"

"Oh my God!" Her hands flew up to cover her face but he could still see her blush - it had traveled completely over her face and neck, and even her ears were stained bright red. "I... I don't--"

"Weasley, I know you do," he said in a purr, moving towards her. "And you wouldn't believe how much I want you to."

She leaned backwards over the washer, one hand held up weakly. "Draco, we can't..." He nodded, but trailed a finger over her palm, leaving the barest breath of air between them. Her breath caught in her throat and she brought her hand up to her lips. "Please," she whispered, and he wasn't at all sure what she was asking for.

"Take your clothes off," he said, stepping back slightly. She just kept looking at him and he moved the hem of her shirt up slightly with one finger, being careful not to actually touch her skin. "I want to see you naked." This time she shook her head slightly and he stepped back to scan the room. Silently thanking the heavens for small mercies, he strode across the room and pulled up the chair tucked underneath the writing desk in the corner. "I'll sit here," he said. "And you'll take your clothes off for me."

"Oh, I will, will I?" she said, her shoulders straightening as she stood tall.

He shivered and said, "I very much hope so."

She looked him over, her lashes dropping to cover her eyes as she scanned him head to toe, and when she looked in his eyes again he knew he was in trouble, but gloriously so, because he recognized that look. It was the same one she'd worn when she first seduced him, the one that meant that she was feeling wicked and enjoying every moment of it. "Get rid of your trousers and I will."

Never in his life had he taken his clothes off so fast, and since the advent of Ginny in his life he'd taken speed undressing to previously unheard-of heights. She licked her lips as she looked at him and he trembled with the urge to run across the room and put her tongue to better use. He clenched a hand on the back of the chair and stood very still as she looked her fill. At length he sat down and said, "Your turn."

"All right," she said, pulling her shirt off over her head and tossing it onto the floor. She'd taken to wearing baggy clothes around the house, possibly out of a mistaken belief that they would cool his ardor. Seeing her skin again -- especially her breasts displayed by a brief scrap of lace that wasn't anywhere near substantial enough to cover her bounty -- made him groan and rub a hand over his stomach and then a bit further down. Her lips curled as she watched him and then she turned her back on him and bent over. Her arse was beautifully delineated by the knit fabric and he sighed a bit and took himself in hand as she slid her trousers down her legs, then traced her hands back over her legs on the way up.

She stood up and turned to face him, giving a little bounce that made her breasts almost pop out of her bra. Draco thought briefly that he really had to buy her several more pairs just like it, and possibly a trampoline... And then he stopped thinking because she was running a finger slowly over the tops of her breasts and that needed all of his concentration. Without conscious thought his hand started to move slowly up and down as she reached her hands behind her back and leaned forward. His lips felt incredibly dry and so he ran his tongue over them, reminding himself that burning was a bad thing and not a consequence that could be risked.

Her bra was tossed aside and she strutted forward, stopping just out of reach. "I like watching you do that," she said, then slid her knickers down her legs. "I like it a lot."

Draco didn't have a breath left to spare as she bent down, tantalizingly close but as untouchable as the moon. She picked up her discarded underwear and trailed the soft cotton over his chest and then his thighs. He shuddered as the damp material brushed over his straining cock and he pulled it from her hand. There must have been something in his eyes as he looked at her, because she got wide-eyed and retreated to what she probably thought was a safe distance.

Somewhere inside himself he found the strength to smirk as he looked her over, then looked beyond her to where the washing machine had stopped filling with water and was vibrating once more. "Sit on the machine," he said, and she looked at him skeptically but complied. He shook his head at the way she perched on the edge and said, in a voice that he had to admit was a bit of a growl, "Sit back and spread your legs. I want to see you."

She hesitated, but only for a moment. He couldn't hold back a sigh as she leaned back to rest her weight on her hands while she moved her body backwards. Ginny ducked her head forwards, letting her hair cover her face, and he knew she was blushing. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to cross the room and move her chin up so that he could brush kisses along her cheeks, but he forced himself to stay still. She looked up at him from between her lashes and slowly parted her legs, her body tense as she exposed it to him. "What now?"

"Touch your breasts," he said, slowing the movements of his hand to almost nothing and trying to even out his breathing. He watched her as she cradled her breasts tentatively, then ran her thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. "Slide a hand down over your stomach."

"Like this?" she asked, her wrist curved so that the backs of her fingers slid over her skin, almost as if she were presenting him with her body. She didn't stop but continued to run her hand down her leg until she reached her knee, then moved back up until her fingers where just shy of her crisp red curls.

Draco had to close his eyes for a moment to regain control. Opening them again, he said, "Touch yourself like you want me to touch you."

Her touch was delicate as she slid a finger down, tracing a careful path along the damp trail he would give a year off his life to be able to taste right at that moment. His fist tightened around his cock as she gently slid the finger inside herself, then added another one, moving up to brush them over her clitoris. "It's different from when you do it," she said with a pout. "Not as good..."

"It won't be long," he said, half trying to convince himself as well. "We'll get back to Hogwarts and, Merlin, I'm going to fucking pound you into the mattress."

Her breathing quickened as her hand did, her chest heaving. She moved her other hand down as well, using one to part her folds as she drove two fingers of her other hand into herself. She was brushing her clitoris with one of her thumbs and her hair was wild around her face as she dropped her head back and moaned.

"Ginny, oh God, Ginny... I don't know if we'll make it to a mattress. Fuck, the moment this spell is off..." His own breathing was growing labored as his hand moved up and down, steadily increasing in pace to match the frantic way she was pumping her own fingers into her body.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her eyes heavy as she stared at him.

He whimpered a bit - he couldn't help it. He could barely breathe but he started talking, his words ragged as he watched her writhing against her hands. "Gin... God, Ginny, I want to fuck you so hard. I'm going to get my hands on you and then I'm going to push you up against the nearest wall and shove into you so hard you're going to see stars."

It was Ginny's turn to whimper as she twisted frantically and moved both hands to positions more functional than decorative, rubbing herself frantically with one and impaling herself with the other. "Draco! Oh, please, please!"

Religions could be built around the way she looked, he thought, matching her frantic rhythm and gasping out the fractured images in his mind. "Fuck, on your knees, slamming into you so hard, on your back with your legs over my shoulders so I can... So deep, drowning in you, fucking hell, tight and wet and all mine, Jesus, Merlin, Ginny!" It was too much and he lost control, gasping her name as he felt the first hot pulse of his release shoot out of him. He closed his eyes and let the sensation rip through him, leaving him bone-weary and the closest to satisfied he had ever been while not inside Ginny's body.

It didn't last long, as Ginny's keening wail was answered by one from the other room. Draco wanted to throw something, or possibly curse, but he simply didn't have the energy. The baby was still doing a passable imitation of a banshee, though, so going to sleep just wasn't possible. He sighed and sat up, waiting a moment for the dizziness to pass, then pulled his trousers back on and stood. "I'll take care of it," he told Ginny, who had slid to the floor.

She nodded vaguely and mumbled something, and it wasn't until he had crossed the threshold of the kitchen and was leaning over the playpen that he realized it had been "love you".

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The week finally ended and they had returned at last to Hogwarts. Professor Okelani had obviously been about to launch into a dissection of how their project had gone, especially after they had run out of the medicine that helped reduce the fever and make the children sleep, but Professor Sarea had cut her off and practically shoved them out the door. Ginny put her hand in his and they walked towards his bedroom, neither of them even thinking of secrecy at the moment.

"I think I'm going to miss them," he said with more wistfulness than he would ever admit to.

"Yeah," she said, and they fell silent again as they walked through the corridors. Draco felt a moment's anxiety as the door of his bedroom closed behind them. They'd talked about what they would do to each other at the very first opportunity, each coming up with new and exotic things to whisper to the other in the few moments they weren't tending the children or attempting to sleep... But now he wasn't certain how much he'd be able to manage, as it seemed his lust for sleep was stronger than his actual lust. Still, he couldn't let her down, and so he pulled her close, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her thoroughly.

"Draco..." She tilted her head back and he kissed his way down her neck, maneuvering them to fall onto his bed. He fought against the urge to close his eyes and pulled her into a tight embrace, in the hopes that his libido would wake up and carry along the rest of him. It wasn't that he didn't want to take Ginny six different ways before breakfast, but rather that his body was attempting to shut down in the absence of a screaming child.

Shaking off the stupor that was stealing over him and hoping that he hadn't been daydreaming for too long, he turned his attention back to Ginny... Only to find that her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, allowing a delicate snore to escape. He smiled a bit ruefully, thinking that in any other circumstance he'd be irritated at having her fall asleep in the face of his seductive skills. As it was he just dropped a light kiss on her temple and pulled her closer, his chin coming up to rest on her hair as he whispered, "Do you know, I think I love you?" before drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note: Wow, this was a long time coming, huh? Sorry about that. *^^* So, let's see, acknowledgments. First off, Jade and Sarea Okelani, for allowing themselves to be used as characters, and for helping brainstorm plot points in the first place. ClanMalfoy and Rainpuddle deserve thanks not only for reading it over but for their enthusiasm and encouragement - even when I'd forgotten all about this fic, one of them would remind me. Gianfared and Kaerra both took the time to give me tiny little nitpicky comments about everything they could find wrong with the fic, which is the most immense help any author could ask for. And finally props go out to Empress Vesica, for giving me the idea of shirtless Draco holding the baby.

The next installment of this series is written, but it will not be going up on Portkey, I'm sad to say. There is mention of Ron/Hermione in that installment, and it plays a large part in the installment that follows that, and so rather than disrespect the site owners and moderators by flouting the rules, I'm simply not going to put it here. This is not because of anything against Portkey - it's a great site, and running my own archive has made me really aware of what a tremendous amount of work it takes to run something like this - even if the Fire and Ice Archive is maybe a tenth the size. Still, if you like this story and can stand mention of Ron/Hermione, feel free to come visit us at http://www.dracoandginny.com and this story will be there, along with a number of other great D/G fics... Some of which even have mention of H/Hr. ;)