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DISCLAIMER: All of the characters and places here are owned and copyrighted by JK Rowling.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

One of the reasons why i wrote this story is because, like all of reiko's dear followers of her fic Serpent's Bride, i too wanted to know what REALLY happened to the famous red lingerie! Since i happen to be one of her beta-readers, i kinda shared to her my ideas about it... and she totally LOVED it! She insisted that i write it for her, and after much hesitation... and intense mind-boggling research, i finally gave in... and here it is!

This is very much set in AU (as well as a songfic from Natalie Imbruglia)... in fact, one of the major changes i've made was the date of Draco's birthday (he was supposed to have it 3 months before this scene)... but then reiko gave me the creative license to change it... so there!

Before anything else, i would like to WARN you guys that this fic contains some pretty STEAMY and SEXUALLY GRAPHIC SCENES... that's why it's NC-17... but i do promise that the whole thing is not slutty or trashy... it's actually pretty romantic... in a sexual kind of way! ::evil grin::

Last but not the least, I would love to dedicate this one to all the readers of Serpent's Bride... i hope i lived up to all your expectations; my beta-readers Pat (who helped me with some of the very hot "moments"... man, you're one very demanding reader! hehehe...) and kalangitan (hope you like the changes Pat and I made!)...

and of course, to reiko... girl, this is my tribute to you and one of the best D/G fanfics out there!!! thanks for trusting in me and giving me the encouragement and enthuasiam to finish this one!!! i deeply appreciate it!!! ::gives her a big,warm hug::

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Here it comes again
Cannot out run my desires...

Ginny slowly brushed her hair, looking at her reflection by her vanity. She couldn't help but admire her smile, her hair... and most of all, the silky red lingerie that falls over her body. In the past she had dismissed all thoughts of ever wearing such a provocatively enticing frock. The mere sight of it sent shivers to her spine like a huge wave of nausea and fatigue.

Until now.

Putting her brush down, she took another shot of Cuérvo Gold tequila, which she insisted that Hammilton buy at a local Muggle liquor store. Ginny felt the hot liquid cruise to her body like a flame blazing a trail. She knew that she couldn't possibly mount such an act with her being somber and well. She needed the courage to do it- in order to make it perfect.

Applying some red lipstick, she recalled the talk she had with Draco as they went back to their chamber after breakfast...

"I didn't know today was your birthday!? Why didn't you tell me before?" she asked, clinging onto his arm as they approached the stairs.

"Okay."

Cover my descent...

Ginny stared at herself upon the mirror. The satin and lace slip hugged her flawlessly showing off her breasts with its V-neckline, and its high side slits exposing her long, slender legs. Silently she cursed herself. I can't do this! she thought, picking up her brush and started stroking her hair again. But she wanted this night to be special. Ever since that first night they made love, they would do it in such a gentle and sensual manner. But somehow, no matter how passionate and delicate they were towards each other, it lacked something- something they both wanted but were afraid to feel.

She wanted more than his tender caresses. She wanted him to want her the way men always do. She wanted to feel heat and desire. For the first time in her life, Ginny wanted to experience to be taken over with such force and hunger, that the very thought of it would send her to crying due to such sexual pleasure.

Not wasting time, she put her hair up and secured it with a same sapphire-studded clip she used during their engagement party. She pulled out a few strands and gave them a nice curl. Seeing that her look was just right, she sprayed some of her finest perfume on her neck, shoulders, hands... just about everywhere. Giving herself one final glance, she heaved a sigh... and drank another shot of tequila.

"It's now or never, Virginia"

Ginny then moved towards the chair situated at the center of her chamber. She traced her fingers along its sturdy structure and soft cushion, which seemed totally appropriate for tonight's performance. Taking out her wand, she whispered Nox at her chandelier and covered her window with one of its flowing drapes. Enveloped in total darkness, she silently paced herself towards the edge of her bed. She began humming this song that she can't get her mind off, making her feel more calm and at ease with what she was about to do. She kept reassuring herself that Draco would enjoy this night… as she patiently waited for his arrival.

And throw the beauty on the fire...

Draco entered their chamber feeling weary and very much in a foul mood. The investigations regarding the attack towards Ginny were beginning to be pointless! Just like he earlier assumed, no magic was used in sabotaging the carriage. He started suspecting people who would want his wife dead. Could she really be in trouble? Or was it really just what they've all speculated... that it was just an accident.

He steadily removed his cloak and surprisingly noticed that Ginny wasn't there at all. He then gazed towards her favorite nook by the window... but she was not there either. Panic rose through his voice as he called out her name.

"I'm over here!" she answered behind the wall that leads to her chamber. Draco flounced towards it and pushed it lightly. The whole place was dark, with the chandelier lights burned off and windows draped. He flushed with excitement as a hint of her perfume filled the chamber. "Where are you?"

"Why don't you just sit by the chair near the center." her voice echoed from across the room. Draco smirked at the tone of her voice, sounding both stern and needy. He did just as he was told- took a seat, placed his arms on the armrest and waited for her. "What now?"

Suddenly, strips of leather emerged out of nowhere and strapped his arms on the chair. He then tried to move his legs but it was too late- his feet were tied up as well. He started struggling free but every time he moved, the straps would tighten and burn across his skin.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" he barked, completely angered and pissed. "Ginny, this is not funny anymore!"

Silence.

Draco fumed further as he continued to struggle from his tight predicament. "If you don't untie me this instant I will..."

"What, Draco? Torture me?"

Hearing a faint Lumos spell being said, the dim shimmering of lights glistened throughout the chamber, casting shadows imaginable by the naked eye.

That's when he finally saw her, sitting by the end of the bed, legs crossed... and wearing a luscious red garment adored of lace and silk. His first reaction was shock- seeing her in such an arousing lingerie was something he'd never imagine she would get herself into.

Then his reaction turned to sheer lust- so basic, so strong. As she walked towards him, sensations of utmost desire flowed through him with such power that his whole body responding in a very erotic manner... a sensation he thought he had lost a long time ago.

Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly...

"Tell me Draco," Ginny whispered hoarsely, straddling herself onto his lap. She pulled off her clip, letting her hand flow all across her breasts. Feeling relaxed, she placed her arms around his neck, making him feel completely trapped to her spell. "What are you going to do to me?" Her hands began tousling his hair, sending shudders all over his spine. He tried kissing her but she quickly moved her face away from his, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She was teasing him to no avail... and he liked it. Judging from her scent, it seemed to him that she's drunk and very much aroused- this made him smile mentally. Her hands caressed his naked chest lightly and planted wet kisses all over, making him excited and squirmy with ardour. Her fingers playfully tinkered his trousers, but decided on kissing his neck instead. Her tongue tasted his skin with such fervor, that Draco groaned with pleasure.

"Ginny..." he hissed, mustering all his willpower not to come. She then placed her finger to him. "Don't talk. It'll only make the pain go deep." She gave him a wicked smile and licked his mouth gently. Draco took a chance and brushed his lips on her but she quickly stood up, leaving him with what felt like an erection on top of his erection.

She giggled as she headed towards one of the bedposts and wrapped her arms around it. "Getting a bit impatient aren't we? Relax honey, I'm just getting started." With that, she snapped her fingers, and sensual music filled every corner of the room. Ginny then closed her eyes, turned her back along the post, and started dancing in a very alluring motion. She moved as if she were in a trance, letting her hands touch her body in a way he always imagined it to be. Her hips swayed with the music like some sort of worship wherein she was there to please him... to give him solace with every movement of her body as her offering.

Every secret shared
Why don't I drink the feelings dry...

Ginny sensed a sort of freedom she had never experienced before, that she was so impelled to let loose all the urges she only dreamed about in her fantasies. She reminded herself of the nymphs that she had read about- dancing whimsically along the mystic forests that the Greeks had yearned for a long time ago. Now she suddenly felt transported to that world... where pleasure is the way of the gods...

With the dimmed lights casting enthralling shadows all over her, Draco gazed at her form with such passion that he could feel himself losing control. He always liked to take charge- to initiate the attack. But now he was entirely drawn to her power, a power she possessed for so long yet dared not to embellish on him.

Until now.

When the music faded to a close, she was holding the bedpost, giving it a kiss like it was her mysterious lover. Draco's fingers felt numb as he continued to dig deeper into the cushions of his seat. They were both in a state of yearning, a yearning that was ready to let loose and take them beyond the limits of their sexual desires. Ginny stood behind it and sighed heavily, exhausted... aroused.

She then glanced at him. He could see in his eyes that he was completely ravenous with passion. This excited her; yet she knew there was still something she needed to accomplish in order to totally take him to the edge. She went up to him and again placed herself on top of him. Underneath, she could almost feel him hitting her in such a taut manner. She smirked as she leaned over, letting his mouth dawdle all over her bare shoulders. She hugged his neck, engulfed in sensory pleasures too enraged to describe.

Draco feasted on her like a raving dog starved all throughout the night. Her scent, mixed with sweat and lust, quickened his pace even more. With only his mouth as his tool, he grabbed whatever part of her he was craving for and brought it up to him like a morsel of food, not caring whether it would cause her intense pain. His whole body trembled uncontrollably; his hands continued to jerk free from its chains digging deeper to the ends of his sanity. He was mad... and he wanted her now. Nothing could be softer than her silky skin concealed in such an alluring cloth. To him, the red lace and silk were like bars locking her in suspended bliss. What a temptation to take it all off with such brute force and expose her entirety to him.

Ginny moaned in heated delight as his taste crawled across her neck and into her awaiting lips. His tongue brushed her teeth and lips when he thrusted it into her mouth, exploring every moist, warm nook he could attain. She returned it with all the force she could muster... so much so that she had to grab his face and push their mouths apart.

"Not yet. Not just yet." She quickly turned her face towards his neck and kissed it lightly. His body shook rapidly with every touch she embedded in him. He whispered to her to set him free... to let him take her. She ignored him and continued on, gradually unbuttoning his trousers and kneeled before him.

Seeing him rigid with pleasure, she suddenly felt unsure of herself. How many women have done this to him? Once? Twice? Would she be able to please him this time? Her hands then circled his penis like that of a delicate spider with knowing fingertips, touching the most vulnerable nerves of response. Slowly, the fingers enclosed it, stroking its flesh shell; then feeling the inrush of dense blood stretching it. She could almost feel the swelling of his nerves and muscles as if it were a stringed instrument. "I've never done this before, so if I do something wrong, just holler ok?" With the neatness of touch, a subtlety few women had ever developed, she inserted the penis in her mouth and closed her lips around it.

Don't go too far
Limitation scars

Draco quivered as he looked at her, all innocence gone forever. The little Weasley girl, that roamed the vast corridors of Hogwarts chasing The Boy Who Lived, no longer existed. Kneeling before him was a woman of lust, of desire. He was still watching her and her tongue moving caressingly to reach the tip of his sex. He remained engrossed, his penis erect, his body at times shivering slightly, as if the pleasure coursed through it at the memory of her mouth parting to touch his smooth penis. Her hands continued to languish him with insatiable ecstasy, moving smoothly in fluid soft motions. He arched back his head and was beginning to feel a wave of passion and fury he had never encountered before. He was losing the battle. He was totally ready to explode.

Sensing the tightness of his muscles, Ginny couldn't wait anymore. She had given him all she had to offer... and now she wanted something in return. She released him from his bliss and astride on top of him. She could feel the tremors of his body lingering through her skin like a wild fire ready to smolder her in flames. Looking at him now, heaving with unrequited zeal, she stroked his arms and left her hands on top of the straps of leather that had been keeping him tied up all this time. His hands shuddered at her touch, aching for them to fondle her immensely.

"Foreplay's over." she murmured Finite Incantatem and Draco's hands and feet were no longer bounded. "Now show me what you got!"

Here it comes again
You raise the bar even higher...

"I thought you'd never ask." He crushed his mouth on hers, feeding her his pain, the pain she deliciously caused. His fingers crawled unto her back; he could feel the roughness of the lace- it irritated him. He then grabbed the lusty fabric and ripped it off her, its shreds falling to the floor like confetti strips. This made Ginny gasp as her tongue plunged to his throat, making him groan with so much hunger. She slipped off his shirt and let her fingers cuddle him, searching for anything that could entice her. With his trousers down, and his wife completely nude, Draco gripped her hips. She was hot and wet, and seemed to clamp over him like a greedy jaw when he finally plunged himself into her.

She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her off the chair and pinned her against the bedpost she seduced awhile ago. She clinged on to his neck and moaned, long and deep. The solid rhythmic thud of body against body, against wood, and the slick strong feel of him pounding into her. Unfortunately... "Ouch!"

"What? What's wrong?" Draco asked, striding slowly inside her. He suddenly felt a panic growing in him. Was I too rough on her?

"Back. Hurts" she whimpered. Kissing him sweetly, she gestured towards the bed. She rested her forehead on his, heaving mercifully at every thrust that coursed through her womb.

"Oh." Miraculously, the drapes on the windows fluttered, revealing the bright radiance of the moon. It washed over the bed, over her face as he laid her down. The mattress gave under his weight and linked his fingers with hers.

"I want to look at you." she told him, gesturing towards the glowering light coming from outside. She had to use all her concentration to summon them without using her wand. But then again, he was too much a distraction for her to handle.

Draco came up to her ear and whispered. "So do I." They were now basked in the world of warm flesh, feeling only the soft flesh vibrating, and every touch was a joy. He dragged her up, hands rough, grip near bruising, ripping another gasp from her as her head fell back tumbled. He brushed his lips unto her as he slowly eased himself off her. He could only see her disappointment flashing through her eyes but paid no heed to it. His lips began to graze her skin, his hands caressing over her breasts. She moaned in languor when he sucked her left breast while he fondled the other. Afterwards, his fingers roamed the entirety of her body, as if to kindle each little part of it with his touch. Her waist was very small, and his hands loved that curve opening wider and wider from the waist to the hips. He traced each curve lovingly, seeking to own her body with his hands. His kisses trailed deep down till it reached her legs and into her sex. He buried his face there, licking, biting.

His tongue was like a stabbing, swift and sharp. It traveled every inch of the little valley beneath her navel, culminating on her pearl, causing an erection of her own. Seeing the palpitations increased his thirst even more, almost drowning him. His mouth consumed her, enveloping her now red and swollen vulva. With the bobbing motion of his head engulfing the ends of her femininity, Ginny then drilled her nails to his shoulders. Hurting. A delicious pain. At that point her body was so burning hot... gasps and moans surged out of her mouth.

By the time the fire burned low, he lingered back on top of her and devoured her mouth. But when she reached over him, he pressed her hands flat on the bed, sliding them back until her elbows were locked. "I want you to take this time until you can't take anymore. Then you'll let go and you'll give," he paused momentarily and kissed her briefly on the lips, light and intense at the same time, "everything." he continued, his voice already rasping with heavy desire. His mouth all but savaged her, tearing her down with one jagged and panicked thrill as he entered her once more.

Ginny's arms trembled from the strain even as she gloried every push he gave her. She continued to stare at him, utterly languish in unimaginable pleasure. When the rhythm of his movements quickened, it caused a huge wound in her whole body, a wound of ecstasy and pleasure, which rent her body like lightening. She was now plunged into a realm of insatiable passion that she could not longer breathe from too much anticipation. It feared her... yet it elated her senseless. He was ferocious beast feasting on his prey after a long fought battle. What a glorious feast it is!

I cannot catch my breath
So throw the beauty on the fire...

Draco's quivers began to move rapidly. The inferno of his body craved for her to be overwhelmed by his hunger. Losing himself in the moment, he raised her legs around his shoulders and violently crushed himself to her, causing the bed to shake freakishly. Every thrust hastened her breathing, letting out a mindless cry of release. It excited him... and sent shivers all over his spine. He's hurting her... obsessing her... and he hated himself for it. She looked into her eyes, and they were pleading to him- but he didn't know whether she wanted him to stop or continue on. He was now scared of himself. He didn't wish for her to feel like he was having sex with one of his whores. She was nothing like them! Not even Blaise's sexual competence would surmount to the rage of his body on top of her... the one woman he had vowed never to suffer under his care. She must have sensed his anxiety- she bended over and kissed him warmly, assuring himself that she was fine, content. He smiled.

After planting a quick kiss on him, calming his inner demons, Ginny lay back as her hands locked around the rungs of the bed. Her head whipped to the side as sensations, dark pleasures, swamped her. His taste, his scent flooded her senses, swelled them. Right now, she was his victim, a victim of too great a joy, a joy that was like a little death, a dazzling little death, that nothing else to give but two bodies in love with each other, body and soul. But she felt restless- she abruptly had the urge to dominate, command, attack. Possessing what little strength she had left, she arched her back and roll him off her- first on his side, then on his back.

Don't push too hard
Limitation scars...

Draco watched as she held his face and offered him a passionate kiss. "My turn." Her voice was sweet and hoarse, just like the one she had earlier. With the brilliance of the moon, her whole body sparkled before him, every bead of sweat and sex shining like diamonds in the rough. She was absolutely radiant! She took him, swallow it up to the hilt, so that her pubic hair rubbed against his. He tried to reach for her breasts but she was too fast for him- she pushed them back. "You better stay still if you want me to go on, okay?" she hushed, moving up and down with her hands on his shoulders.

"Okay." he told her.

She playfully rubbed her nose on his and straightened up again. There was nothing in his world now but her, the heat surrounding him, the steady rise and fall of her hips as she rode him. Her bright brown eyes stayed wide and fixed on his even as her breath began to tear. Sometimes she raised herself a little so that she kept only the head of the penis in her sex, and she moved lightly, very lightly, just enough to keep it inside, touching the edges of her sex. Then suddenly moving downward, engulfing the whole penis, letting go a small, strangled cry as the orgasm sprang free. It was so strong that she had thought she would have gone insane, with a hatred and joy she had never known before. Heaving blissfully, she drifted towards him, forehead resting on his, hearing his silent moans. And with that, they both let go.

Do I assume that I could fly...

The moon silently hid behind the nightly sky, its last rays fading. With their bodies entangled in a sensual embrace, Ginny sobbed hysterically. She didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh- all she wanted was this marvelous moment to be remembered for as long as they're together... but for how long? "Like your present?"

Draco chuckled and shifted her beneath him. "You are the most incredibly insane woman I've ever met." he said in between kisses. "I nearly tore my hands off from those wretched straps of yours."

Ginny glanced at his raw scarred wrists, and held it. "Oh, poor baby. Does it hurt?" she soothed, giving butterflies kisses to it.

"It will heal." Lazily, he rested his head over her breasts. "Besides, it was well worth it."

She twirled his hair in her fingers and watched as his head rose and fall with her every breath. "I'm glad."

"Did I hurt you?" Draco asked, his lips brushing the side of her breast, she smiled a lazy pleasure of it. "I didn't scare you off didn't I?"

"Maybe a little." She abruptly shut her mouth. After a moment of tensed silence, she sighed. "Well… a lot, actually." Her eyes were nearly closed, but he felt his head move, felt him look at her. "But then I remembered something you said to me before."

"What did I say?"

Ginny, with Draco looming over her, encircled her arms on his neck. "That you would never intentionally hurt me." She grinned, tousling his hair. "And I believed you. I still do."

Ginny then began reminiscing tonight's events, as if she was watching them for the first time. This made her blush sheepishly. "I still can't believe I did all of it though. I mean the chair, the dancing... everything."

Draco cocked his head and stared. "Don't tell me you regret doing it?" God, he knew it was too good to be true.

Baffled by his response, she brushed his lips on hers quickly. "No! Of course not! It's just that I wasted a pretty darn good lingerie just to give you a bit of a tease."

Draco turned his head and looked down at the sheds of lace scattered all over the floor. "Speaking of lingerie," he started, frowning wonderingly. "Just where the hell did you get that? You never wore such a thing like that before?"

Ginny tittered, crawling her fingers over his chest lovingly. "Oh. Hermione and some of the girls gave that to me for our wedding night. But then I thought it was too raunchy for the occasion."

"Really? Is that why you chose to wear that white gown of yours instead. Damn it, if I'd known better I would have thrown a fit at you."

"Hey! You seemed to forget that I hated your guts at that time." She prodded, punching his arm softly. "I didn't want you gawking at me like some mad dog."

"Is that so?" He kidded, nipping her shoulder playfully. "I guess you need to be punished then."

"Get off me!" she laughed, as he rushed her with wild kisses over her face, foolish and sweet as a puppy. "Haven't you had enough for one night?"

Draco stopped momentarily and grinned at her. "I can't help it. I'm a victim of my own selfish pride."

"Stop it!" Her laughing struggles stopped as he slid silkily inside her. Her hips automatically arched up, and her hands, as if having a mind of their own, gripped his hips. "God, I hate you."

He lowered his head, chuckling softly as he took her. He would remember this, always. And so, he promised himself, would she.

Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown, my soul in
Sensory pleasure