My Love is Like Wo

My Love is Like Wo

“Tell me, am I your type?”

The words came out without thought. It even took her several seconds to realize that she did in fact voice that thought aloud, and it was this that made his shoulders stiffen into attention.

They were in the Potions dungeon. Draco Malfoy was assigned by Professor Snape to give advanced Potions to sixth years who were interested in learning more than what was taught in the classroom. When she heard this, Ginny was the first to sign up. Sixth year potions bored her. And she of course knew that no other sixth year wanted to work with Malfoy, which makes the course even more interesting.

Ginny sat on the desk behind him, leaning back with her legs dangling, showing off her bright orange Gryffindor knee socks. Draco slowly turned to face her, a suspicious wrinkle on his forehead. “Are you talking to me?”

“We’re the only two people in the room,” Ginny answered, her tone placid as a lake with a vicious alligator biding its chance underneath, as if she had meant to ask him that question all along.

He only gave her that smirk that made him look like a little ferret. “A hot little ferret,” she thought. He turned his back to her, hiding his face in his work. But she could see that the little sliver of nape peeking from behind the collar of his silk robe blushed red like the heart on the queen’s card.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” she said.

He ignored her, his hands moving around flasks and vials in quick cat-like motion.

“Silence means yes,” she taunted, sounding much like a faint breeze passing through the highest note of a harmonica.

“Let’s just get one thing straight Weasley,” he said without looking at her, “you’re here to study advanced potions, I’m here because Snape decided that he hates people in general.”

“Snappish aren’t we?” she said teasingly.

At this Draco swiftly turned around the hem of his robes brushing the cold cement floor, crumpled lines appearing on his forehead, “Shut your pie hole!”

Ginny was neither surprised nor stumped at this seemingly unprovoked exclamation. Draco Malfoy was famous for having a temper the depth of a fruit basket. Personally, she liked men with short fuses, they’re a lot easier to read…and manipulate. She learned of this by having to deal with her brother Ron for the last sixteen years of her life.

She smiled in a, what she hoped, blank and unreadable smile. She swung her left leg over her right, her skirt rising up, exposing just a bit more of her thigh. She leaned her back even farther, making her chest stick out more. She began swinging her left leg back and forth. She knew she had caught his attention when he did not return to his work.

“I just needed you to look,” she said.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t move his eyes away from her either.

“Care to answer the question now?”

He just gave her an indistinct grunt.

“I’m not sure what that grunt meant. Could it be a sign of aggression? Of dissatisfaction? Or even of lust?” Her eyes flashed mischievously as she mouthed the word ‘lust.’

“How about disgust?” he said with a crinkling of his nose; though his voice sounded as if his throat was still trying to regain consciousness.

“I know you want me Malfoy. I’ve caught you looking at me as if you wanted to lick me clean like a bowl of chocolate sundae. So what’re you waiting for? Come and grab me,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse like lazy Sunday afternoons, down to her navel.

“Grab yourself bitch,” he answered, his face red as jalapeños.

Ginny was unabashed. “Is that how you want it?”

“You really are a little tart, aren’t you?”

“Only around you.”

A smile played along the corner of her lips. Her left hand softly traced the curved lines of her right breast, purposefully stopping on her hidden nipple, locking it between her fingers making it taut and hard. He could see it fighting against her white lace bra and felt a blond strand brush down on his temple.

She uncrossed her legs, her hand slipping between the swift crack of her thighs. She stroked the milky skin of her inner thigh in such a manner that made certain he saw every flick of her wrist. She moved her hand up towards her knickers, so slowly, it made him hurt. She snapped her thighs shut, locking her hand between her legs, deliberately hiding her movements from him. She reveled at the look he gave her. It was wanting. Wanton, animalistic wanting.

He bit his lip as if trying to muffle a moan, and grabbed on to the table, as if trying to stifle a move.

“The offer still stands,” she teased.

He was going to be making the move soon enough, she thought. She threw her head back, closing her eyes and emitting soft moans from puckered cotton-candy pink lips. She could feel him pacing closer, as if the heat rising from his skin traveled to her own, kissing her, breathing on her.

And just as she had anticipated, his hands crept up her thigh.

“I think you need a little help.” His face was expressionless, like smooth white pebbles.

Ginny pulled her hand out of the tight bind of her thighs. She held a glistening finger upwards and touched it to Draco’s slightly open lips. She gasped when he suckled on it, gently at first and then more and more aggressive, closing his eyes, his teeth biting her skin.

She pulled back when she felt the sting of his bites. The tip of her index finger bore teeth marks.

“Did I hurt you?” She could’ve sworn he said it with concern, if she did not know better.

“No, just a little shocked.” Her voice has lost its cool exterior.

“I guess I’m the one doing the shocking now. I like this position better,” he whispered.

Draco held his hand against her knees and pushed her thighs apart. He then slipped his hands under her skirt, pulling the waistband of her blue cotton knickers. She let him struggle with it down to her ankles before shaking it off her feet. He kneeled before her and blew cool air against her hot and wet centre.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Ginny looked down to see Draco looking up at her, though he didn’t seem like he would be willing to stop should she shake her head. All she could do was nod.

Ginny closed her eyes once more as Draco kissed the already throbbing button between the folds of her labia. He held out his tongue, licking it as his index and forefingers drove in and out of her. Her back fell on the table; she felt quills, books and bottle corks pushing against her back but she didn’t care. She could feel that piercing and pulsating pain between her legs that drove her mad with pleasure. She was close, so close. And he blew cool air on her again.

“Sweet Merlin’s Malfoy!”

Ginny could barely recall the events of the next moments, only that Draco was already on top of her, wiping her juices from his lips with his sleeves.

“Was I really that good?” he asked with a surge of arrogance. She should’ve seen that coming.

“I took a chance. You delivered,” she said with a cock of her eyebrows. He grinned at her candidness.

Draco reached inside his pocket robes and brought out a switch knife. There was a moment of panic in Ginny’s eyes until she realized what he meant to do with it. He slipped it underneath the bridge that joined the cups of her bra, the cold blade making the hair on her skin stand on end, and slashed the cloth swiftly. He put the blades back inside his pockets and parted the cups revealing her breasts. They were small and as Draco found out later, fit perfectly in his hands. He held them with so much care as if he was afraid he would crush her.

“Well that was worth the wait,” he said as his eyes continued to stare at her bosom. He scratched the sides of her breasts with his fingers as he kissed the valley between them, taking time to sniff the smell of lilac powder therein. Ginny traced circles around his nape, watching him buried in her skin as he explored her for the first time. Hopefully not the last, she thought randomly.

He lifted his head and brought his open mouth down her nipples. His tongue swirled around, stirring her insides. She lifted her knee which were between his legs and felt his erection against his trousers. Draco budged at her touch.

“We can do something about that.” She could feel the drench between her legs.

Draco just nodded but his eyes glowed in anticipation. He stood up in front of her and took out his wand, pointing at his erection and chanting a spell. Ginny watched anxiously as he unzipped his trousers and let himself breathe. It was long, pink and slender, like him.

“How do you want me?” she asked breathily.

He answered her by holding up her ankles until her legs were perpendicular with her body. He crossed her legs, and held her ankles by his shoulder so that her feet dangled by his ear. He positioned himself in front of her entrance and pushed himself in. She was tight, like he had expected. He moved in, slowly and gently, watching her as she moaned, holding onto her hair, rocking her head from side to side, pink patches all over her breasts and her face. He couldn’t help but be awed by her beauty, especially at this angle. They rocked together, moving with each others rhythm, picking up the pace and tempo as each stroke passed.

Ginny could feel her thighs quivered and shook as she felt her coming for the second time that afternoon. She bit her lower lip; short quick breaths escaped her mouth. Draco began to slow down with every next stroke coming in her harder and longer. She felt her orgasm hit her like strong persistent waves. Draco let go of her ankles and she let her legs fall beside her on the tabletop.

Both of them were breathing heavily when Draco climbed on table and lay next to her. His hair was out of bounds now, sweat dripping from the very tips. Ginny was sure she looked much the same.

She stood up from the table and picked her knickers up from the floor and put them on. Draco followed suit when he saw her. She struggled with her now severed bra.

“Now what do I do with this?” she asked, almost in complaint.

Draco held out his wand and whispered ‘Reparo’ and they were magically sewed into place.

“Thanks,” Ginny said, smiling up at him as she buttoned her blouse. Draco’s fly was still unzipped.

“You know,” Ginny said as if she was hesitating whether or not to tell him what she was going to, “there’s one more thing that I wanted.”

Draco looked at her with a question on his face.

“We haven’t kissed yet,” she said earnestly. She grabbed his face and held his cheeks, and placed a soft kiss on his lips, so quick that Draco barely knew it came to pass.

Draco did not know what to do.

“That was nice,” she said; whether to him or to herself, he wasn’t sure. He was still dumbstruck and barely noticed that she was almost out the door.

“See you tomorrow afternoon then?” she called to him, looking over her shoulders.

He smiled at her. Advanced Potions isn’t such a punishment after all.