The Fairy Hunter
They had this game they used to play for hours on end when they were just children. Ron would tromp around the yard with a stick carved to look like their father's wand and he'd go "fairy hunting".
Ginny was always the fairy.
She'd hide in various places, leaving hints as to where he could find her, and when he did, he'd tickle her into revealing to him what secret treasure she had hidden, usually one of their Mum's collectable figurines.
Sometimes it felt like they were still playing games, but she couldn't let Ron catch her this time. He would never understand.
The first time she spoke to Draco Malfoy alone, it was so dark that she got no more than a glimpse of his scarlet face and pale blonde hair. Sweat gleamed on his body and chest, and desire curled inside of her, despite her initial revulsion of who she knew him to be.
Draco was walking back towards the castle, after sneaking out for a late night run. His guard was down, or else he might have collected himself and brushed past her.
He didn't. Instead he approached her. He told her much later that he thought she was some lovely witch he hadn't met before, and didn't recognize her until he'd gotten so close it would have been awkward not to speak, so he did.
"That hot-headed brother of yours hasn't put a curfew on you yet Virginia?"
She sat in shock at first, not quite believing that his tone was almost civil.
"You know nothing about me Draco Malfoy, and I am very much my own person," Ginny rebuked haughtily. "Besides, I'm just sitting out here drowning my sorrows after that potions exam I had today."
She was sipping a butterbeer, and hiding from her chatterbox roommates.
He stood over her, and she thought she saw something resembling understanding flash in his eyes.
"Makes perfect sense," he said.
Then he made the offer.
"If you're tired of sitting out here, I was just about to open a bottle of wine,"
Coming from anyone else, it would have been a nice gesture. Coming from a Malfoy, the gesture was highly suspicious. But his eyes were so sincere, and his smile was so inviting.
She accepted.
#
2:36 am that morning.
On the wall opposite Draco Malfoy's bed there was a small desk chair draped with clothing, an empty bottle of vintage red wine, and a picture of Narcissa Malfoy. Draco lay between Ginny's legs, licking her. She trembled. He plunged his face between her thighs, gripping her buttocks with his hands.
She gasped. Her hands clung to his shoulder blades, bringing his head back up to her mouth. She pulled her arms above her head, gripping the pillow as he slid into her.
They came together that night, writhing like snakes. When she stood to dress, he only seemed slightly disappointed with her leaving.
"I'm not much for goodbyes," she said.
She was feeling a little sick for giving in to physical desire so quickly.
"So don't leave," he said, pulling her down beside him again, with sincerity uncharacteristic of him.
#
At breakfast, Ginny was at her big brother's side. She forced herself not to glance back at the Slytherin table. Ron was telling Harry and Hermione an obnoxious joke he'd heard while they were in Bulgaria visiting Charlie. Harry found it amusing, but Hermione just shook her head.
Ginny couldn't remember the joke, but she did remember feeling a hand caress her back lightly as someone hurriedly brushed past her. She forced herself not to turn around.
The contact had gone unnoticed by everyone else at the table. Ron tousled her hair and took a left over biscuit from her plate. He still looked at her like she was six years old. Ginny wasn't ready for that to change.
She took a blank page from her notes and began to write. She was very good, after all at playing games.
#
12:13 am the next afternoon, they decided to skip lunch.
Ginny dropped her backpack onto his dresser. They were holding each other's gaze with unwavering control, unsure about what exactly they were doing.
Draco walked slowly towards her. He reached over to her shoulders, gently pulling her body into contact with his. Her arms met his, embracing him. Her breasts were pressed against his hard chest, her pubic bone to his hardening cock, their thighs touching. They began to kiss, slowly and gently at first, and then with a sweep of his tongue, he took her entire mouth in his. He moaned, and moved to nibble her ear. Robes were quickly discarded, and they lay against one another, seeking out the radiant pleasure from the day before.
He kissed and licked her belly down to the top of her underpants, grasping the elastic band in his mouth and pulling them off.
Then he stopped. Taking Ginny's hand firmly by the wrist, he pulled her to her feet and she knelt before him, taking him in. She had only done this once before, with her first boyfriend who she had eventually lost her virginity to in fifth year. Her ex had a bitter taste she found only tolerable, but Draco was different. His taste was like syrup, and she was dizzy with his smell.
Draco moaned continuously now as she lay back onto the bed to wait for him to take her. His body pushed into her hard, stilling into a strong thrusted orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. He was lost in her skin, fascinated by the desire that raged within this picture of innocence.
#
Ginny lay next to Ron, kissing his forehead.
"Wake up big brother," she said playfully.
Ron swatted her away. "Christ, what time is it?"
Ginny stood and yanked the blankets off of him.
"It's already ten and we told Mum we'd be at the Burrow by noon!"
Ron groaned and threw a menacing look in Harry's direction.
"Why do you let her in here?"
Harry laughed, "So I don't have to wake you up. You do realize you can be a bit cranky don't you?"
Ginny giggled, and started to toss clean clothes at her brother. He smiled reluctantly and grabbed her by the waist, tossing her onto his bed.
Merciless tickles.
"Alright…Alright. I'm sorry!! But hurry up please," she said, near exhaustion.
She loved Ron. Ron was like her twin. They held hands, shared secrets, cried on each other's shoulders. To him she would always be this little girl. To him she would always be in need of protection, shelter. To Ron, she would always be little Ginny.
She loved Ron, and that he saw her that way. She couldn't see Malfoy anymore. Ron's anger wouldn't kill her, but she'd die if Ron looked at her with the same disgust he had for Draco.
"I've found you Fairy! Now you have to tell me! You have to tell me what you're hiding", Ron used to say pinning her to the ground. Ginny would struggle against him for a few minutes, trying to tickle him back. Then she'd give in and tell what she had hidden.
She watched him toss a few more things into his overnight bag, and he held up two sweaters. She pointed to the blue one. His eyes connected with hers for a moment. He saw her sadness and responded with a questioning look.
I can't tell you my secret this time Ron
#
"We can't," she told Draco two days later.
She didn't expect him to look so hurt.
"I guess I knew you'd eventually put a stop to it," he said "It was beginning to become a bit confusing and distracting for me as well."
Ginny was contemplating ways to take back what she had just said. Draco just stared through her. She walked out, regret building up inside of her.
#
"Ginny, you've been a little down in the dumps. Is everything all right? Is it the Holiday's coming up?" Ron asked one week later.
"I'm fine, just a little tired," she replied.
She took his hand.
"I love you," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
They were used to this sort of affection.
"I love you too sis," he said, returning her kiss and putting his arm around her shoulders. "You know you can come to me if you ever want to talk."
She shoved her other hand into her pocket, pushing down the map that Draco had given her that evening. A tiny lamp marked where his room was at Malfoy Manor. She had told herself she would throw it away, but she couldn't. Not when she still caught him staring at her.
"I know Ron. I know," she said, falling into the crook of his arm.
Some things need to stay hidden.