Gryffindor Stand

Title: Gryffindor Stand
Author: Moonbeam
Spoilers: all 5 books but I'm still in denial over Sirius' death so it is not mentioned. Voldie's dead mainly because I say so. And of course Quidditch Seduction which is mildly imperative to understand this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I own my smutty mind and my insane brain which came up with the word order you are about to read if nothing else.
Note: To ginnymalfoy21 who picked up on the fact that Ginny disappeared. Although no one picked up my other hint.
Author's Note: I said I'd put this up yesterday but I started uni today and just didn't have the time yesterday. I don't think this is the end of this little storyline but don't hold me to it.

Ginny snuck away from the team as they were making their way back to the change rooms, sliding easily out of the line and down the entryway that led under the stands.

Ginny wondered how long it would take Harry to leave the team to find Hermione, if he didn't ditch them before they got to the locker rooms. She had seen the emotions between Harry and Hermione developing for years. She'd also seen Hermione's growing annoyance and frustration at Harry's complete ignorance. Ginny was torn though, between humour over Hermione's ploy and annoyance over her choice to use the Quidditch Cup final to put her plan into action. Hermione's plan had given Harry more incentive to capture the snitch though, and he had made Draco look bad in comparison; and it brought a smile to her face. She wasn't surprised that Harry had even more skill than he had ever shown before, she had always known that he was the best seeker she had ever seen.

More than just her pleasure over beating Slytherin made her hum as she made her way under the scaffolding; Draco had lost which meant that she got to choose tonight's venue. And flying around the Quidditch pitch today had given her the perfect idea. When she reached the beams that were completely hidden from the people outside she found him standing there, looking sexy. She had begun to believe that maybe that's the only way Draco knew how to look; sexy, and sometimes brooding but sexy regardless. It was mildly disturbing to be shagging a guy who looked sexy all the time.

Ginny grabbed his hand and dragged him around the pitch, further and further into the darkened underbelly of the Quidditch stands. She wanted to get away before anyone else from the crowd decided a quick romp under the stands sounded like fun. Hopefully she wouldn't be missed; she really didn't want to answer the questions her absence would raise. Keeping the fact she was shagging a Malfoy from her friends was hard enough already. One look at his arms though, and she suddenly didn't care. Draco Malfoy had arms that a lesser man would kill for; Draco would just pay.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked impatiently as she continued to tug at his arm.

"You lost so I get to pick and I pick … here." Ginny came to a stop where the passageways opened up into a large square of grass directly under a stand, a Gryffindor stand. She knew she was under the Gryffindor stands because she had counted as they moved around. Looking at the tapestries that hung to cover the scaffolding it was obvious too, with the way the sun shone through - the colours could represent only one house.

Draco tugged back on Ginny's arm, she wasn't expecting it and she flew back and landed heavily against his chest. She looked up at him and smiled before standing on her tiptoes and giving him a gentle kiss.

Draco slid his lips down Ginny's neck and nibbled on the cords that stood out against her skin,
"You know it's sacrilegious to do this in a Gryffindor stand."

"We are beneath it and you got the Slytherin common room so I get here." Ginny replied trying to pull his head back up to her mouth. Draco evaded her hands and bit down on her neck, she tossed her head back and let out a moan at the sensations; part pleasure, part pain. She didn't care; it felt good.

"Gonna mark me if you aren't careful." She said breathlessly

"Mine." Draco growled in her ear.

Ginny would never tell him that he was right. She was his, but she'd be damned if she'd let him think that. "I am not yours. Now kiss me."

"Mine. I will to do you what I wish." Draco's voice came out muffled but Ginny felt a rush of possession and desire flash through her at his words. He continued to nibble on her skin, and she couldn't decide if she was annoyed or turned on.

"Not yours to do with what you want." She reiterated and pulled her neck away from him and finally pulled his shirt from his Quidditch trousers.

"That's not what you said the first time." Draco threw her top over his shoulder and started palming her breasts through her bra.

"Draco."

"Yes?"

"Shut up." Ginny dragged his mouth back down to hers and began to kiss him with everything she had. The kiss was all heat, teeth, passion and tongue.

Draco, for once, listened to Ginny and returned the kiss as his fingers slid down to her waist and the fastenings of her Quidditch pants. He opened them easily and slid the material past her voluptuous hips before giving them a shove and letting them fall to the floor by themselves. Ginny stepped out of her pants and toed the off the loosened boots she'd worn during the game. Since she was standing before him in her underwear it was only fair that he loose some more clothing. Ginny trailed her hands down his chest while his fingers in her hair kept her mouth glued to his. Running her fingers through the thin trail of hair peeking out from his pants resulted in Draco thrusting his hips towards her. Ginny pulled back from his mouth and gave him a smile before quickly undoing his pants and pulling them all the way down. When she was level with his knees she gave the salty skin a kiss before standing back up.

Draco dragged her lips back to his and slipped his arms around her back to undo the clasp holding her bra together. He pulled the straps down her arms and felt her breasts fall slightly against his chest. He gave a sharp tug and the fabric pulled out from between them. Ginny gasped at the sudden sensation of his chest against hers, his skin always seemed a little too cold. Draco pulled from her mouth and dropped to his knees. He kissed her belly button and ran his tongue down her stomach to the start of her panties. Her skin seared him, the heat from her body was greater than anything else he had ever felt; he didn't know anyone else who gave off as much heat as the fiery redhead in his arms. He nipped at the gentle rise just above her panties before hooking his fingers into the material and pulling them down her legs.

Draco dropped back onto his heels and looked up at Ginny. Like most of her family Ginny was tall, almost as tall as Draco, but still at least head shorter than Ron. Her hips flared and tapered down to her waist before flaring out again to her breasts. He loved her breasts. They were full and heavy and fit wonderfully in his hands. He reached a hand up and lifted her right breast, massaging the flesh gently and watching her face as she looked down at him through lowered lids.

Ginny looked down at Draco and smiled at him, he knew she liked this, found something wonderful in the way he would look at her, especially when he was touching her. She pushed her chest forward trying to increase the pressure on her breast, sate the fire in her belly. He was teasing her; he loved to tease her. She wanted to let him, wanted him to have his fun but she wanted him more. It had been too long since she'd been able to sneak away; school and Quidditch practise had made it impossible to find a time when they were both free. Now that she had him, she wanted to take full advantage of him. She'd lose him soon and she wanted more to remember him by. She pulled away from his hand and motioned for him to stand up.

Draco followed her and stood before her, her team had won; she got to take the lead, at least for now. She moved closer to him and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. Pulling at the fabric until he stood before her she tugged the fabric away and down his body revealing him to her completely. Draco was all pale skin and thin, strong muscle over bone. Some people would describe him as scrawny but he was just thin to Ginny, thin and strong and lovely to be pulled up against and have wrapped around her body. Ginny let the red boxers fall to the floor and smiled up at him, they were his Christmas present, she didn't think he would wear them; but they were the same colour as her hair, she'd hoped he would.

Draco watched her for a moment, he knew she'd be pleased that he had worn them, but the twinkle in her eyes when she had finally noticed made his chest constrict. He shook himself; he wasn't allowed to feel that way. He lunged down and captured her lips tugging on the bottom lip and nibbling on it before pulling it into his mouth to run his tongue along the bruised skin. Ginny moaned against him and Draco couldn't take anymore. He lifted Ginny and walked towards the wooden beam behind him. He lifted her up a little more to sit up on the wooden scaffold and as he placed her onto the cool wood he slid into her body. She let out a moan as he entered her and wrapped her legs around him to steady herself and she urged him on by tightening the muscles that held him inside of her.

"Been too long."

"Yes it has." Draco said on a hiss as he began to move within her.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought his mouth down to hers. She gripped his shoulders as he set a fast pace for her to follow but it had been so long and she wanted this so badly. His hand snaked between their bodies and slid over her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub and making her moan louder. He moved faster, his thrusts become erratic and frenzied. Ginny kept up with him as tightness spread through her abdomen and finally released as she came. Draco arched his back when she clamped down on him and with a final thrust emptied himself within her.

Draco was the first to return to reality, he dropped a kiss against the bone at the edge of her shoulder and sighed against her skin; it had been too long. He felt Ginny returning to Earth when she released her death grip on his shoulders.

Ginny pulled her hands away from his shoulders and lent up to see if she had done any damage, she had left angry scratch marks but no blood so she sighed and collapsed back against him. Draco moved his head and kissed her soundly on the lips.

He pulled out of her and pulled her body down with him to lie on his discarded robe.

"I'll have to go soon." Ginny said with a sigh.

"I know, but just a few minutes."

"Yes," Ginny relaxed back against Draco and sighed. She loved this, a few minutes where she could pretend that he loved her as well. She knew he felt for her, in his own way he'd shown that but he'd never told her and the fact that she was so in love with a man who might not be capable of love ate her up inside.

Draco ran his hand up and down her side, loving that her skin raised beneath his attentions. He liked these moments between them when it wasn't just about sex. But they were rare; one of them always had to run away to make sure that no one became suspicious. A part of him wished that they could tell everyone but he knew that it would never be accepted. This time Ginny had to leave and Draco told himself again that this was only sex and that he could not expect more from it. He watched her as she stood and walked around collecting her clothes and redressing. Draco continued to lie there as she threw his clothes at him. He stood finally and redressed when she was completely covered, but he still watched her.

Ginny stretched, seeing if she'd pulled any muscles she would have to explain later. She was fine but her neck felt a little sore. She slid her fingers along her skin and gasped as she reached a tender section. The skin Draco had bitten earlier was bruised; he'd left one hell of a mark on her skin. She smiled to herself, it was ridiculous to enjoy being marked by him, but regardless, she grinned even as she placed a concealment charm on the area. Draco walked over and dropped a kiss on the offended area.

"Sorry."

"That's okay. I forgive you." Ginny gave him a kiss and smiled up at him when she pulled away.

"Still say it's wrong to have sex here." Draco said with a pout, Ginny groaned; even his pout was sexy.

"Poor Drackie. How ever will you deal?"

"Don't call me that. Pansy calls me that, it's rather disturbing."

"But when I say it it turns you on doesn't it?"

"Shut up." Draco hated when she read him so well.

"Fine. Oh stop pouting, it's not like sex under the Gryffindor stands is going to make you any less of a man." She let her hand drop and cup his softened penis.

"Are you sure? We could test that theory under the Slytherin ones."

"Beat Harry and I'll let you ravish me under the Slytherin stands." Ginny lent up and kissed him on the lips before she pulled away. She had to get back before anyone noticed she wasn't at the party. "Bye Draco."

"Bye Ginny," Draco pulled her back and kissed her senseless before sending her on her way with a slap on the arse. As he watched her figure disappear around the corner he thought about what she said. How would he best Harry and have his Fire goddess again? He sighed, his need for her wasn't sated and next year he wouldn't have her on hand to ravish - how would he manage? He shook his head he didn't want to think about that instead he began to formulate a plan to get Potter and then get Ginny.