The Games People Play

Rainpuddle13

Rating: R
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 21/01/2004
Last Updated: 11/06/2004
Status: in_progress

What happens when Ginny would rather take a dare than tell the truth?

Chapters

1. The Games People Play

2. Take the Dare

1. The Games People Play

The Games People Play

Ginny waited patiently behind a suit of armor. She could just kill Lavender for putting her up to this nonsense. Why did she have to take the dare? Couldn’t she just have answered the question with the truth? No, she would have just died of embarrassment. She didn’t want anyone else to know that she’d never actually kissed a boy before.

And just what did not telling the truth get her? Standing in a dark corridor near the Slytherin dungeons waiting to kiss the most unobtainable boy in school. Could it have been Harry? Of course not. Seamus or Dean? No, not much of a challenge. Ginny could just kill Lavender for this. Not only did she have to kiss him, she had to prove she did it!

She didn’t have to wait long before she heard Malfoy coming down the hall after making his rounds. She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves for the task at hand. This simply had to be a fate worse than death. She watched him stalk past her hiding place. It was now or never…

“Malfoy,” she said, voice wavering a bit as she stepped out from behind the armor.

He whipped around to fix her with a hard stare. “Well, well, if it isn’t the littlest Weasel...”

Ginny advanced on him before he could finish whatever insult he was about to drop on her. She watched his eyes widen in shock as she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding her mouth against his awkwardly.

He pushed her away, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “What the hell are you doing?”

She looked down at her shoes they like were the most interesting thing in the world. “I, uh..uhm…kissed you.”

“You call that kissing?” he spluttered in disbelief. “That was possibly the worst kiss – ever -- and I’ve kissed Pansy so that is saying something.”

A single tear slipped down her cheek as she finally got up the courage to look at him. “I’m so sorry. IveneverkissedanyonebeforeandLavenderdaredmeandIhavetoproveitsomehow.” She managed to get it out all out without taking a single breath.

“Stop! Just stop!” He crossed his arms as he gave her the once over. “I suppose this would act as my good deed for the year,” he murmured.

Ginny wasn’t so sure that she liked the glint in his eyes. “Good deed?”

“Yes, Weasley, today is your lucky day. I’m going to do the boys at Hogwarts a favor and teach you how to kiss.”

“Oh” was all she could manage before he pulled her against his long body.

“Now, just relax,” he whispered as he lowered his head to capture her lips in a very gentle kiss.

She stiffened immediately, shocked at the tenderness he was displaying.

He shook her lightly. “I said relax a bit.” She complied as best she could with his request. “That’s better. Now I’m going to kiss you again.” He kissed her again, this time more forcefully, nipping at her bottom lip for access to her mouth. Her mouth opened instinctively to his plundering tongue as one of his hands tangled itself in her hair and the other settling low on her back. She slipped her arms around his neck, even gathering enough courage to run her fingers through his silky hair.

Ginny thought her heart was going to beat right out of her chest by the time he pulled away from her.

“That Weasley,” he said breathlessly, “is how you kiss someone.”

All she could do was nod her head.

He snorted softly. “Not bad, but I dare say you could use more practice. A lot more practice.” A wicked half smile quirked up one corner of his mouth. “Tomorrow evening, under the big oak by the lake, right after dinner. Don’t be late -- after all, I’m doing you a favor.”

“Uh..okay,” she managed to stammer. “Thank you.”

Ginny watched him give her a curt nod before turning to head toward the Slytherin common room. Lavender was never going to believe this, never. And she forgot to get something that would prove it, too. She’d convince her somehow that she really did kiss Malfoy.

“Hey, uh…Weasel... er Weasley, uh…Ginny.” His voice stopped her before she rounded the corner. “Here.” He pulled off his tie, handing it to her. “I almost forgot you said you needed proof.”

She kissed him hard in lieu of a verbal thank you.

“Yes, better, but you definitely need more practice,” he said with a silly grin.

She nodded, chewing at her bottom lip as she watched him retreat back into the darkness of the corridor once more.

Ginny decided that playing Truth or Dare with Lavender wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

2. Take the Dare

Take the Dare

Six Months Later

“Draco?” Ginny called softly as a swish of robes drew her attention to the darkened corridor.

“Why don’t you announce to the whole school we’re meeting, Weasley?” he responded, obviously irritated, but not enough to keep him from reaching for her hand. She melted against his warm body as his arms went around her. “You’re cold.”

She tried to still the shivering, but she wasn’t sure if it was the cold or his lips trailing up her neck that was the cause now. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her close as he attempted to devour her mouth. Her arms went around his neck just as her last coherent thought left her mind.

He’d always had the effect on her, ever since the first time he’d stolen a kiss from her. He never bothered to ask her permission for anything. He always took what he wanted and she never once hesitated to give him anything. Once his warm mouth was working its magic, she couldn’t be bothered to think.

The whole world narrowed to just one thing - Draco Malfoy.

She had long since jettisoned any guilt she might have felt about sneaking around with her brother’s enemy. Guilt was a worthless emotion and she refused to feel it any longer. For once, something was hers alone and she’d be damned if Ron’s childishness was going to keep her from Draco. She could just imagine the look of sheer horror on her brother’s face when she finally confessed to being in love with the thorn in his side.

Of course, she needed to break the news to Draco first.

“C’mon,” he whispered. “Let’s get you someplace warm.” He pulled her by the hand behind him as he wound his way through the maze of corridors down to the dungeons. The only sounds were the soft rustling of his robes and the scrape of her slippers on the stone floors.

The candled flickered to life as they entered the Head Boy’s room, basking the room in a soft golden glow. She’d never been in his sanctuary before. Empty classrooms, broom cupboards, even the Room of Requirement once on one memorable occasion, but never his private chambers.

A four poster bed was draped in deep green velvet stood between two high windows; there was a large desk strewn with books, parchment, quills and inkpots that dominated the far wall; a leather chair and a settee waited in front of the fireplace. An owl perch stood empty in the corner near the wardrobe and dresser. The room was neat and completely not what she was expecting. What she was expecting she didn’t know - mirrors on the ceiling and silk sheets maybe?

Draco dropped his outer school robes over the back of the desk chair before stoking the fire with a quick incantation. “Do I dare ask why you look so disappointed?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s just,” she stammered. “I was, well, wondering…”

“Where the silk sheets, mirrors, whips and chains are hidden?” he asked.

Ginny felt her cheeks starting to burn and she couldn’t manage to lift her eyes from the floor. “Well, yes.”

“Morgana! One bloody joke and the whole school thinks I’m a pervert!”

“I’m sorry,” Ginny squeaked.

Before she could even take another breath he was upon her, tilting her head back so he could drop a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Don’t worry. I don’t hold it against you. I’m sure your brother has said worse.”

She nodded. “Oh yes, much worse!”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not helping your cause here, you know.”

“I know. I’ll shut up now so you can kiss me.”

Draco chuckled. “What makes you think I want to kiss you now?”

“Because,” she said, dropping her old threadbare robe to the floor, “I don’t know any boy who’d pass up a willing girl.” She ran her hands up over his shoulders and pulled his lips down to hers, leisurely exploring the warm recesses of his mouth with her tongue.

“My goodness, Miss Weasley,” Draco panted after Ginny came up for a bit of air. “I do believe you are trying to seduce me.”

Her brown eyes twinkled mischievously. “Is that what you think now?”

“Yes.” His lips and teeth burned a trail down the tender skin of her neck.

She gasped as a shiver ran up her spine. He knew just where to nip to make her knees weak. His hands had come down to cup her arse, pressing her softness against his growing arousal. “I do believe it’s working too,” she purred, rubbing her hips suggestively against him.

"Damn right it's working, you naughty little witch."

She deftly unbuckled his belt and tugged it free in one motion. "And you wouldn't have me any other way."

“Hell no!” he growled, shucking his jumper and oxford shirt before burying his face in her neck again.

Her hands skimmed the smooth skin of his back, loving the feel of his muscles rippling just underneath as he moved. She was having a hard time tamping down the overwhelming desire to confess her love for him. Never once in their half year long relationship had he said any thing of the sort to her. Sure he bought her presents, scouted out safe meeting places, danced around Ron to keep him from being suspicious, however, none of that constituted being in love. It only guaranteed the desired end results.

Draco’s fingers had found their way up under her nightgown and were twisting in the material of her knickers. “Ah, ah, ha, not so fast,” she teased, pushing him away so she put a little distance between them.

He made a grab for her, but she was too quick. Ginny ended up sprawled on his bed in a tangle of soft flannel, creamy bare skin and deep red hair, giggling insanely.

“What’s so funny,” he asked, toeing off his shoes and undoing his trousers at the same time.

“You.” She tugged the hem of her gown higher, exposing copious amounts of thigh for his viewing pleasure.

He swallowed audibly. “You’re going to be the death of me yet, witch.”

“You’re not allowed to die before I’ve had my fill of you,” she murmured, patting the bed beside her. “Now come here.”

He slipped in bed beside her, his hand sliding along the thigh she hooked over his hip. She kissed him - long, slow, drugging kisses. Kissing him was like nothing else she’d ever experienced. She could do it for hours on end and never tire of it. He had the softest lips that were simply made for this delightful activity.

She could feel his impatience coursing through his body and resisted when he tried to take control of matters and pin her beneath him. She was having none of that nonsense. He was flat on his back in a matter of seconds watching with glazed eyes as she pulled her gown over head and tossing it to the side before settling comfortably over him. “Why do you insist on being such a bad boy?”

“Because you like it.” He bucked his hips, rubbing his erection against her very core.

She moaned as she moved against him. “Evil, evil man.”

“And don’t you forget it.” He gave her a feral grin once she was on her back and his fingers hooked in the lace of her knickers once more and pulled, tossing them to the floor. His fingers skimmed her hip, sliding down to tangle in her damp red curls. One long finger eased into her wet folds to worry that little bundle of nerves that always drove her wild. She arched up off the bed, moaning her pleasure for him as he whispered words of encouragement.

Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, Draco slipped two fingers into her hot center, languidly exploring her most intimate area. She thought she was going to die from sheer want. Ginny begged him to hurry, but he ignored her pleas so she latched on to his wrist, holding his hand still while grinding herself mercilessly against it. She could feel it then, building slowly in the pit of her stomach. She bucked wildly, her breath coming in ragged pants as his fingers dove deeper and deeper into her center. Almost, she was so close, her body quivering as she strained for release. So very close…

Draco snatched his hand away just before she reached her peak. “Now, now, you naughty girl, not without me.”

He pulled her over to straddle him, taking advantage of their position to taste the soft skin of her breasts before sucking a pert pink nipple. She cried out at the sharp stab of pleasure that flooded her body as he paid homage to each creamy globe. “Draco, please,” she hissed, wiggling her hips against him despite his hands trying to still her movements. “I’m going to die.”

A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he brushed his thumbs teasingly close to her curls. “What is it you want, baby?”

Ginny squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating hard on the feel of his touch. “You,” she whimpered, “you, inside me. Now.”

“Demanding little witch aren’t you?” He rubbed his cock against her, nudging every so slightly into her center while maintaining a firm grip on her hips.

She couldn’t stand it any longer and pushed down as hard as she could, impaling herself on his hard length. He gripped her hips so hard to hold her still that she would have bruises by morning, not that she cared. Never once had she ever charmed away a mark he’d made on her body - each one was tangible proof that, at least for a few hours, he was hers.

“Don’t,” he growled as she attempted to move. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing was very measured.

She loved the momentary feel of power over him, to know that she could bring him to the brink of insanity. Normally, she would have taken much more delight in it, but not tonight. They’d been apart too long between the spring holidays and studying for year end exams. This was about him and her and the moment when they could forget everything but each other.

Draco loosened his hold on her as he gingerly moved, pushing himself deeper inside her velvet walls. Ginny just knew she was going to expire from the sheer pleasure of it all as he set a deliberately slow pace. It was nice, but she needed more. She rocked her hips hard against him; her back arched as she strived for her release, his cock seemed to be touching her very core with every thrust as his name became a chant on her lips. Her belly was coiled tight and the tingling in her spine told her she so very close. One thrust, two thrusts, another and he was gripping her hips hard as he exploded inside of her, spilling his hot seed into her welcoming body as he sent her spiraling over the edge along with him.

She collapsed atop of him in a heap of sweaty skin and deep red tangled hair. He tenderly brushed her hair from her face so he could press kisses to her eyes, her nose and her lips, down her throat and to the spot just over her heart. “It’s racing so fast,” he observed with an awed smile.

Ginny nodded, placing her hand over his heart. “You do that to me. Yours is about to pound out of your chest.”

He wrapped his arms around her, tugging her down beside him in the bed before pulling the crisp white sheets and heavy bedspread over them. “Stay with me for a little while. Please? I’ll make sure you get back before sunrise.”

“Alright,” she whispered sleepily, snuggling against his warmth and finding happily that they fitted together just so. She didn’t ever want to leave him again if she could help it, especially not to make the long trek back to Gryffindor Tower. What she really wanted to do was to tell him she loved him with every fiber of her being. Alas, now was not the time, but maybe soon.

Draco brushed a kiss on top her of head. “Gin? Go with me to the Leaving Ball.”

“Really?” Her eyes popped open. This meant… This meant… She didn’t even dare to hope what this meant. Draco and her. A dance. Together. It was almost too much. Lavender was just going to die. Ron, oh Merlin, Ron. There was no telling what he would do, but she could handle him.

“A Malfoy never asks unless he means it.”

“Yes, I would love to go with you.” She punctuated each word with a kiss.

“Fine it’s settled then. Now go to sleep, you wore me out.”

She lay in the quiet dark listening to his slow, even breathing as he drifted off to sleep. Everything she ever wanted was just within her reach, she just had no idea it’d be with a Malfoy. A most unexpected, but quite pleasant, turn of events and she owed every last bit of it to Lav and a silly game of Truth or Dare.

From now on, Ginny decided, she’d always take the dare.

~*~

Author’s Notes:

I never intended for The Games that People Play to be anything other than a one shot, but we see how well that went. I hope you enjoyed this little continuation.

Oodles of thanks to nokomis305 for the beta, jennymalfoy for forcing me to write it and clanmalfoy for the title.