Knock on the Sky by gypsybaby21

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 13/07/2004
Last Updated: 27/11/2004
Status: Completed

(Revised) Ginny hates flying. Madam Hooch has Harry tutoring two days a week and Draco the rest
of the week. When the kinks get going and Ginny’s hormones go haywire whom will she go too? Her
green-eyed crush that gives her butterflies, or the silver green dragon that makes her belly do
flip-flops? Last chapter and the Epilogue is up!




1. Mine All Mine
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Knock on the Sky

Nothing belongs to me except for the plot.

The titles of each chapter belong to SheDaisy and their album *‘Knock on the Sky’* along
with the lyrics.

A Heads Up:

This story **will not** have any pregnancies or marriages.

**Chapter One:** Mine All Mine


Draco rolled his eyes and snorted while he stared at the red headed vixen in front of him as she
warily eyed him with a tint of hatred in her eyes “Well, Red, it looks like we're stuck with
each other for the next three hours, so let’s make this as painless as possible and get it over
with. Now, I'm going to be setting some ground...well--" he stopped to smirk in
mid-sentence, "air rules. I don't touch you, you don't touch me. You listen to every
word I say, because frankly, if your flying is as bad as Madam Hooch claims it to be, your very
life will depend on every detail that comes from my perfect mouth, understand? Last, but certainly
not least...**don't touch me.** I'd rather not have to waste money buying a new
wardrobe. You're just lucky I happen to not like my old Nimbus anymore, so it's yours to
keep and practice with in your free time. The faster we get these lessons over with, the happier
I'll be."

Ginny's mouth had literally dropped at his long extended speech, in which he'd managed to
compliment himself at least two times. "You are an arrogant--"

"Now, now Red..."

Gritting her teeth she glared at him with distaste. "DO NOT call me 'Red'.
It's-it's--" Ginny stuttered trying to find a word for the disrespectful name he had
so ignorantly called her, "weird!" she finally spat out, anger boiling in her
veins.

Draco, leaning his weight to one side, his hand on his angular hip, his aristocratic nose slightly
tipped in the air, raised an eyebrow as if to say 'I'm through with being patient'.
"Are you finished?" he asked exasperatingly.

Ginny growled in a very un-lady like manner and straightened her back. "YOU ARE..."

Draco felt his eyes widen slightly as the curse words poured out of her mouth. He was surprised
she'd even know what some of the things she said meant; after all she was a Gryffindor—who knew
they had such dirty vocabulary. "Ginevra, you should really wash your mouth out. Didn't
your mother ever tell you it's not nice to have a mouth like a sailor?"

Ginny’s eyes flashed with surprise. "You knew my name was Ginevra?"

"Of course,” he scoffed.

"Well, I figured…everyone just assumed that 'Ginny' was an abbreviation for
'Virginia'?"

Draco simply shrugged in an indifferent matter. "Yes and wouldn’t it be lovely if your name
was Virginia…that name is so virginal, however, seeing that it is not, it’s just one more thing I
despise about you.”

“How did you know my name anyhow?” Ginny asked.

“If you must know…I was helping Snape with his papers. Virginia doesn’t really suit you anyhow,
especially since I wouldn’t expect someone like you to be a virgin.”

"*What* is that supposed to mean? I've never even been kiss-" she started, but
abruptly stopped at the look of amusement on his face. "-ed properly."

Draco seemed to think on the matter by raising his hand and stroking his chin before answering.
"Perhaps, but then who'd want to kiss you in the first place. Now, as much fun as I'm
having putting you in your disgusting scum filled place, we really need to start," he said as
he turned his back towards her and started walking out towards the Quidditch Pitch.

It was then Ginny realized that they'd been standing near the Hogwarts water fountain, which
was an extremely open place, and as it would seem, a crowd had gathered at their bickering. Her
cheeks flamed instantly as her eyes dropped from the curious stares to the ground. Grumpily, she
followed Draco.

"Pompous bastard," she muttered.

Draco turned his body towards her so that he was staring at her sideways. "You'll have to
speak up next time, I'm a trifle deaf in this ear from a Banshee screaming in it a few seconds
ago."

"A Banshee? Why you--" Ginny started, but Draco quickly cut her off.

"Enough talk out of you," he said, motioning towards his broom with his hands.

Fear engulfed the chocolaty brown depths of her eyes and her hands bunched at her bare hips,
resting between her capped blue t-shirt and her tan cargo shorts. Her fingertips nipped at the
bottom of her shirt nervously.

"I a-I a don't have to actually get on the broom do I?"

Just when he assumed these lessons would bore him to death, she goes and says something so
completely innocent, that she made it sound naughty. Draco smirked and easily slid into the double
entendre. "Oh, I'd *love* for you to *get on it.*"

Ginny winced as she felt her lower lip begin to tremble. She sucked it into her mouth and bit down
as she eyed the broom with distaste. Desperately trying to sound as if she weren't pouting, she
spoke. "I don't want to though."

"Oh, but *it'll* feel so good!" Draco exclaimed, his voice sounding husky, even
to himself.

This was ridiculous! The little wench was turning him on and she didn't even know it. He had
half a mind to saunter up to her, in a lazy manner of course, wrap his arms around the back of her,
slide his hands into the backs of her pockets, and lift her up so that she could wrap those
wonderfully slim, long legs around his waist.

"I won't even know what to do if I get on it. I don't even understand the directions
very well, do I go up and down, or can I go up to the side and then down. Even if I could I'd
never try it because I don't even think that I can go up, I most likely won't be able to
come back down," she babbled, almost incoherently.

Draco shut his eyes briefly at what she was saying. It was like she almost knew what to say, as if
she knew he was giving her a double meaning, but the innocent look in her eyes made him believe
differently as she still eyed the broom as if it would leap to life and bite her in the arse.

Cracking his neck, he settled his eyes on Ginny's face, and gritted his teeth. "Get on the
damn broom."

He was irritated and he was hot-in more ways than one. It was moments like this that had helped his
decisions to start buying slacks a size bigger.

As he impatiently tugged at his sage colored shirt, he glared at Ginny. "Merlin, it's
hot," he muttered, lifting his shirt off of his chest and pushing it back and forth to allow
air access to his over heated body.

Ginny shifted her feet and gave him a growl. "Why are you being so fidgety?"

"Because, you're taking your happy arse time that's why," he yelled, almost
violently. His eyes darkened with a mixture of anger and lust as he watched her circle the broom.
"Get on the damn broom!"

"You *do not* have to shout! I'm perfectly capable of hearing you, Malfoy," she
shouted back at him.

Draco raised his hands and viciously scrubbed at his face, trying to make himself calm
down.

Merlin, did she know how to irk him.

"Look, Red--"

Ginny stomped her foot on the ground angrily, "I have told you repeatedly not to call me
'Red'. I know why you do it. You do it because you believe me to have red hair, but for
your information, it isn't red, it's a carrot orange."

Draco shook his head and stared at her, giving her an “are you really that stupid” look. "I
can't believe you just said that. Do you know how many lines of bantering I can throw at you
this very minute because of that little remark?"

"Shove it!"

He snorted and licked his lips in a hungry manner. "Don't tempt me Red."

Ginny haughtily flipped her *carrot colored*, shoulder length hair to the other side of her
neck, exposing the creamy flesh, which was so pale that someone could trace the blue veins that
showed. Her skin reminded him of a very, very, light pink cream, sprinkled with dots of
cinnamon.

Draco had never been very fond of cinnamon, however at the moment he found he was craving it.

He leaned back and allowed his eyes to travel over her. Her tan shorts came to the middle of her
smooth, muscular thighs. Her shirt rose just above her naval, but rode higher up when she attempted
to sit on the broom. Draco's eyes trained on the new exposure of skin and the stretch of her
obscenely tight shorts across her thighs, as she swiftly got up, and swung her leg over the
hovering broom. She repeated this ‘on the broom, off the broom routine’ about three more times,
contemplating her decisions, until finally she got off and looked at him, shaking her head.

"I can't do this."

Draco didn't answer because of the glistening moisture on her full, pouting, red lips. He had
come to a conclusion that she was probably the only decent thing that the Weasley Clan had ever
produced.

Speaking of production...

He shook his head briefly and then flipped both thumbs over his shoulder, indicating that he wanted
to get this done. "Come on. Get on."

"Can't I just watch you? It's easier and more fun for the both of us that
way."

He groaned. *She has absolutely no clue!*

Draco, shaking it off, gave his genuine smirk, and lifted a finger up, reminding Ginny of a light
bulb blinking on. "Ah, but then, I wouldn't get my extra credit."

Folding her arms over her chest, Ginny rolled her eyes. "What do you need extra credit for?
You're number two in your class...you'll never beat Hermione, she's way too far
ahead."

"Beating the mudblood isn't on my agenda. I know when I'm at a loss, however, Potter
is close in tow, and I can't have him passing me up."

"Why are you so cruel? Do you know how degrading and hurtful that word is? You could at least
just stop being lazy and say muggle born, but then again, I guess it wouldn't occur to you to
actually be nice."

Draco smirked sarcastically. "'Nice' isn't in my vocabulary."

Ginny raised on eyebrow, "Really? 'Cause then, I mean you just said it, so wouldn’t that
technically mean it's in your vocabulary."

He opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it quickly.

*Well damn, she got him there. Time to change the subject.*

"Red, do not make this an impossible task, so would you please just get on the
broom."

"Wow! I'm shocked, how much restraint did you push aside to be able to say
'please'?"

"Shut your mouth, you filthy-”

Ginny rudely interrupted him. "And was it not you begging just a moment ago?"

He was just going to have to resort to force. With an evil glint in his eyes he advanced on
her.

"If you don't get on that broom..."

"Don’t threaten me, Malfoy!" Ginny warned.

Draco rubbed his eyes in frustration. He didn’t know what bothered him more, her, or this
ridiculous situation.

"You know, I don't see why *I* have to have a broom lesson. I mean, it's not like
I'll need it in the real world. Oh, that's a bit of a tongue twister," she said,
muttering the last part.

Draco flinched as a felt the corner of his mouth quirk up. He quickly bowed his head to hide his
smile. It wasn't easy for anybody to make him smile, but usually when it happened, it would be
plastered, annoyingly, to his face all day, however this would have to be an exception.

"Would you just shut your mouth? Merlin, you'd think you were killing yourself or
something, and killing you off doesn't sound too shabby at the moment. You are driving me
insane! Now, get on the broom."

Ginny rolled her eyes, phasing his words. "You threats are so worthless, but by all means if
it makes you *feel* manly then spew away."

His eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. *Was she trying to get the last word in?*

"You’re vicious. For the last time--" Draco said through gritted teeth.

"I think you're going to burst a blood vein. You better calm down."

“Don't push me Weasel," he said, his voice taking on a deadly tone.

A shiver ran up her spin, and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up as warning signs
blinked ferociously in her head 'Stop, stop, stop'.

She averted her eyes and gulped down the fear. "I-I won't."

Draco took a deep breath to control his anger. "Good, now get on."

Ginny nibbled on her bottom lip, nervously, as she felt the sting of tears enter her eyes.
"You know, I-I don't want to push you and I know you despise my family and everything that
we stand for. I know that you can't bear to touch me, but do you think you could bring yourself
to ride with me, please? I'm not cut out for this stuff. I just-I can't do it by myself. I
don't get scared easily, so it's very rare when my hands start shaking like this.
See," she said lifting up her hand. "Please, just for the first time, would you at least
ride with me?"

Biting down on his teeth, Draco rested his weight on one foot, crossed his arms over his chest, and
studied the frightened girl in front of him for a fraction of a second. He shifted his feet, as if
too say he'd made up his mind. "Fine, these aren't my best clothing
anyway."

"Just had to say that didn't you?"

"What'd you expect?"

"...For you not to say yes so quickly, thank you."

He grunted in response and walked over to straddle the broom. "Just don't touch my skin.
I'm not really in the mood to scrub myself down to the bleeding point."

“You really should anyway,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose as if she smelled something foul.
"You're so immature."


As Ginny went to sit behind him, she immediately learned that her earlier statement had been so far
from the truth that she cringed. He smelled exotic and forbidden...if *'forbidden'*
could even have a smell. It was like he'd splashed drops of cologne into his bathtub water and
soaked in it, so that it would cling to his skin; however, it wasn't an over powering
smell.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," she sighed and placed her hands behind her, steadying herself, on the
broom.

Her gaze wondered, as Draco rambled on, telling her to be prepared for this, and watch out for
that.

*Hmm, he really likes to hear himself talk, doesn’t he?*

It was then that she really took the time to notice the warm sun that beamed down upon the
Quidditch Pitch. It was wonderful how the rays of sun shot through the air and rested against the
shockingly, green grass. The sun was powerful today, and Ginny couldn't imagine how hot the
seats would be if there'd been a match today. If Ginny was an artist, she knew she'd paint
this moment. It was as if time was standing still, and for that particle of time, the yellow rays
of light, with a background of a clear, almost cloudless blue sky, was breathless. If it wasn't
for the birds chirping and fluttering about, Ginny would have believed that time *had*
actually stopped.

"Okay, are you ready?" Draco asked, startling her out of her dream.

"What? No--" Ginny started, just as Draco kicked off. "I didn't hear what you
said!" she finished in a scream.

Her whole body jerked forward, her front crashing against his back as he went straight up, her arms
swiftly came around his midriff and she clutched him tightly.

He grunted and brought one of his hands down to loosen her death grip as she buried her face into
his back. "I need to breathe!" he hollered back.

"Oh my, I'm going to have a heart attack!" she cried out in short breaths.

Draco smirked. "You're not going to have a heart attack. Now, you need to get in front of
me."

Shivering as she felt Draco come to a stop, she wondered if she heard him right.

“Get in front of me,” she heard his deep voice rumbling through his back.

Slowly she lifted her head from his back and flinched at how high they were. "Couldn't
we have done this on the ground?" she squealed, causing Draco to jerk away from her.

"Damn woman! I think you just burst my eardrum. Ever think about joining the
Opera?"

"Malfoy! I’m not joking," she started.

"Neither am I."

Ginny bit her bottom lip, her arms still wrapped around his waist. "Tell me again why I need
to be in front of you?"

*Because I've felt your thighs on my back and now it's my turn to make you
uncomfortable.*

"For steering, which is a key factor of broom riding."

"Of course, because they just publish tons of books listing off on how to perfect your riding
abilities on a broom," Ginny snorted sarcastically.

"I'm tiring of this constant banter, however fun it is. I'm just not in the mood
today. Before you ask again why we need to do this up here, it's for balance, which, is another
factor you need to keep in mind."

Ginny sighed and slowly nodded. "Okay, now how do I go about getting in front of
you?"

Draco, looking forward, grinned in satisfaction. It really wasn't necessary for her to get in
front of him, she really wasn't ready for the steering yet, but the way she'd have to do it
was all too appealing. "Wrap your legs around my waist and swing over."

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Fortunately, yes," he smirked.

"Fine," she gritted out as she lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist,
noting that Draco had pushed his hands behind himself to steady her, so that she wouldn't fall
while she'd been raising her legs.

"Now, just slide around to the front," he said.

Ginny growled as she did so. "For some reason, I have this tiny feeling that you're
getting off on this."

He smirked and then flinched at her iron like grip. "Now, what ever gave you that idea
Red?"

"Oh, I don't know," she growled, rolling her eyes. "Would you concentrate and
hold the broom still?"

"Don't tell me what to do," he said, wiggling the broom.

Ginny gasped and dropped her body closer to his, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, the
side of her face plastering to his as she gazed at the ground with fear. "What is the matter
with you? Do you know how high up we are?"

"I have a fairly vague idea."

"You're such an ass. I mean would it hurt to be civil to me? Just this once and then you
can go back when the lesson is over. I happen to be at a disadvantage here and it's not
entirely fair."

"Why should I do that for you?"

She groaned in defeat and finally settled herself in front of him. He leaned forward and wrapped
his fingers around her hips, pulling her back towards him. Placing his hand on her lower back, he
softly pushed her forward on the broom, his body following hers as he did this.


"Do you have to do that?" Ginny whispered softly, shuddering with their close
proximity.

Draco took a deep breath before answering, inhaling in and out as he tried to control his
breathing, while at the same time trying to fight the vicious stab of desire that shot through him.
"Yes. Now take us slowly back down to the ground. Whatever you do, do not move your hands or
you'll lose control and your balance, then you will fall to your bloody, bloody
death."

"Wow, thanks for that lovely image!"

"My pleasure,” he smirked.


They began going down towards the ground. It was a little rocky at times making Ginny clench her
teeth, but it wasn't so bad, pretty manageable actually.

"Good," Draco said huskily. "Now go a little faster."

So she did, but just as the broom started picking up speed she'd lost her balance. With a
scream lodged in her throat, she, in what seemed to be slow motion, dropped from the broom.

Draco, with his reflexes, jerked forward, grabbing her hand just in time. "Damnit! Weren't
you listening to me?"

"It's easier to listen then to actually perform you half wit," she cried out, tears
streaming down her face. "P-please don't drop me!"

"How in the bloody hell can you just insult me and ask me to help you in one sentence you
daft, daft girl!" he grunted as he tried pulling her back onto the broom. "I got
you," he mumbled, his face softening at the terrified look in her face. "Ginny, I need
your cooperation. I'm at a bit of a disadvantage since I grabbed your wrist backward. If I pull
you up, I'm going to twist my arm out of socket and drop you anyway. So I need to know if you
have the strength to hold yourself up, dangling from the broom, while I take us down?"

She shook her head. "Okay."

He awkwardly placed her hand on the length of the broom. Ginny instantly put her other hand on it,
gripping tightly. Draco placed his hands over hers; holding her in place, just to be safe, as he
went carefully down to the ground.

Air blasted into her chest as Ginny felt her feet touch solidness. She let go of the broom and
launched herself into Draco's arms, clutching him tightly around the neck. With his feet on the
ground and the broom still between his legs, he stared on in shock at the tenderness of the hug.
Awkwardly, he patted her on the back, and then jerked his hand back, staring at, horrified.

*‘He was definitely not a hugging person,’* Ginny thought to herself.

“Get off me!" He shivered and pushed her to the ground.

The shove was so hard, that her head flipped back, as her rump landed on the grass. She jerked her
head back up, her hair wildly everywhere, her eyes wide with shock and pain.

"Hey!"

"Don't touch me again," he said, with a cool demeanor as he leaned forward and raised
the sleeve of his arm.

Ginny gasped as she saw The Dark Mark engraved in his arm.

"You see this?"

Ginny nodded her eyes wide with fear.

"Don't touch me, don't stand close to me, if you so much as look at me wrong...you
will treat me with respect and you best keep this to yourself. If I get kicked out of Hogwarts
I'll know who to go after, and no more talking back, got it?"

Ginny pouted and mumbled grumpily under her breath. "Still didn't have to push
me."

Draco screamed in frustration. "I can not believe you! What is the matter with you? SHUT YOUR
MOUTH!"


Ginny flinched and bit her lip looking down, her hands still supporting her body behind her.

"You don't have to shout," she whispered.

His eyes widened. Ginny closed her eyes instantly, waiting for his next move, but she was quickly
jolted from her fear as she heard him laugh. Opening one eye, she looked up at him.

"You are unbelievable, you know that?" he stated.

Draco gave her one last look, got off the broom, threw it down at her feet, and walked away.



2. I'm Lit
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**Knock on the Sky**

**Chapter Two:** I’m Lit

Out of everything she could have done, kissed him on his cheek, or hell even his lips, shook his
hand, patted his back, so many options to choose from, but yet, she'd chosen the one thing that
would irk him the most, a hug. It was so sweet and innocent, a very Ginny Weasley thing to do.


Sweet and innocence was not something he encountered often. It was aggravating, made his skin crawl
in such a way that…

"That what?" he growled to himself, curling his fingers tightly into the palm of his
hands, allowing the perfectly manicured fingernails to bite into his skin. "Stupid girl,"
he muttered, uncurling his hand and running his fingers through his smooth, blonde hair, as he
walked hastily down the hallway, towards the Slytherin Common room.

He didn't like sweetness, or any other emotion for that matter, except for perhaps hatred,
which was really the only type of emotion he felt somewhat comfortable with. It was familiar,
predictable, and there was absolutely nothing spontaneous about hatred.

Draco paused at the entrance of his dorm room and turned his head to the side, his hand
clutching the knob of the door as the one thought, that seemed most clear in his mind, swept
through it once again.

The lessons had to end.

He dropped his head against the door and groaned as unfamiliar feelings swept through his body.
Gritting his teeth, Draco slowly turned the handle, and pushed the door open. He stood there, for
what seemed like twenty minutes, but in reality was only a few seconds. His room seemed…disturbed,
as he stared. If the room belonged to anyone else, Draco would have been slightly uneasy around the
person. His room was dark, with a powerful essence that could raise the hair on the back of
someone’s neck. It literally screamed dark tendencies. Everywhere, the only color that could be
seen was black except for the forest green silk sheets that splayed across his bed.

Draco especially loved his enchanted black candles that decorated the room. If one were to fly
above to look at it, and as the candles slowly lit aflame, while a person walked by, they would see
the shape of a Pentagram. He had been tempted to invert it, but then after thinking on it a while,
he’d figured it this way…the only reason why people believed the inversion form of the Pentagram
was satanic because of how Christians believed that if one were to turn the cross upside down, or
say a mass backwards it would invoke evil. He’d only formed that shape with his candles for fun, in
the beginning.

Draco never really believed that, but yet it intrigued him, so he did research on it. He was
more for the Wicca ideas of what the symbol stood for, however. The descriptions he read about it
made it seem fairytale like. The Christians way was all doom and gloom, which he really had too
much of. Of course, neither of those reason made him form the Pentagram with candles in his room.
While he was researching, he’d accidentally came across what a Lykos considered a Pentagram…they
used it as a form of possession to declare what was theirs and *that* was why he’d placed the
candles in the form of the symbol, simply to declare his ownership. He had been in his first year
when he’d done it, he thought of it as rather childish now.

Of course, no one would think I had done so much work just for a simple particularly eerie
aspect of my room, no one would think of me as a researcher for that matter, not like that Mudblood
Granger.

At the thought of her name Draco’s face turned red and he sputtered with anger.

“Why must that vermin constantly plague my thoughts?” Draco growled angrily, gripping the wood
of the door, and cringing slightly as it bit into his skin.

He hated Granger with a passion and she was something he definitely didn’t want to think about.
What he needed the most, right now, was to cleanse his thoughts of the dirtiness that had come upon
it today.

Draco rolled his eyes, slammed his door, walked in and let his head drop back, resting the
weight of it on his shoulders as he sauntered over to his bed. Lazily, he sat on the edge, and
yanked off his polo shirt. He flung it to the black carpet and dropped his body down, sighing, as
the cool black silk sheets seemed to soak through his skin, soothing his jittered nerves. He closed
his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

Draco growled at the gentle knock on the door and snorted as if to say ‘figures’. “What the
bloody hell now?” He mumbled beneath his breath, curses to damn the devil.

When there was no answer, he slowly started to relax. Just as he felt the stiff muscles in his
back start to smooth out, he heard a click.

Tucking his chin into his chest, he rolled his back up to see whom had entered his room without
permission and instantly sucked in his breath at the sultry sight of a young girl, with chocolate
brown hair, and aqua blue eyes that reminded him of tropical pools in Eden, draped in nothing, but
a sheer nightgown.

“Nice outfit,” Draco spoke softly, his eyes taking in the girl whom he recognized as a sixth
year Slytherin he’d spoken with yesterday.

The girl nibbled on her lower lip and gave a tiny grin, while fiddling with her long, flowing
black empire gown, embroidered with sheer tulle. “Thanks, I hoped you would like it.”

Draco quickly bowed his head to cover the smile that had swept its way on to his face. “So,” he
drawled out, turning his hands out and resting on them behind him, “what was your name again?”
Draco asked, as he lifted his head up to stare at the nearly naked girl for a second time.

“Giselle,” she spoke huskily, walking forward, twirling her fingertips over her raspberry
colored nipples. She then flipped her long silky brown hair over her breasts, as if she were
finally becoming embarrassed with her actions.

The sheer nightgown left little to Draco’s imagination, considering it was see through, and
Giselle had nothing on underneath it. He licked his lips in anticipation as she crawled up his
body, making him lay back on his elbows, holding in a shiver as his silk sheets grazed his bare
back.

When she was finally straddling his waist, her entire body covering his, she dropped her
forehead to his, and darted her tongue out to teasingly trace his lips.

“Hello,” she whispered seductively, her eyes intensely meeting his.

His voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Hello back.”

Giselle slowly tickled his stomach with her fingertips down to his pants and doodled a drawing
along the tiny black button. Draco’s hips jerked slightly and he grunted as her knuckles brushed
against his rising erection.

She rolled her hips against him, causing a moan to escape his mouth. As if time had started in
slow motion, Giselle began slipping out one button at a time. Draco growled in frustration and he
clutched her hips, digging his fingernails into her soft sides. She yelped in shock and finally
began to quickly remove the buttons from their slots. Draco shimmied his hips as Giselle pulled his
pants down. She twirled her fingertips along the upper half of his body, pinching his nipples,
indenting them with the crescent moon shape of her fingernails, and then slowly, with just the
right amount of pressure, she scraped her nails down his chest, and over his stomach, to his hips.
Her body followed her hands, going down, down, and down even further. She dipped her hands into his
pants.

Draco sucked in his breath and clenched his teeth. “Mmm,” he groaned and flipped his elbows out
from under him, for they were digging into his back, and fell back against the bed as she worked
his rigid member. “What’s your name again, love?”

“Giselle,” she whispered huskily.

Draco twisted his hand in her hair, bringing her mouth down to him. She pushed his hands away,
slapping them down to his sides. “Right,” he paused, “Giselle,” he gasped softly as she sucked
harder.

He shut his eyes and allowed the pleasure to take over his body. Lightly thrusting his hips,
pushing him up into her mouth, his hand trailed down, skipping her head, to clutch her shoulders,
next to her neck, rubbing it as she continued her fast, up and down motions, and then wrapped them
behind her head. Draco went rigid as he felt himself grow harder inside her mouth. He desperately
tried to pull her away so that they could finish what they’d started the right way, the right way
being hot, wet and sweaty…not to mention thoroughly sated, but she refused to be pulled away. His
thighs clenched, his hips took one more deep thrust and he was spent.

Satisfied as a cat, he watched Giselle lick her lips like she’d just dug into a bowl of cream.
“So, is that a new nickname you have for me?”

Draco raised an eyebrow and eyed her coolly. “Pardon?”

Giselle snorted and gave him what appeared to be a tender smile. “You called me Red.”

“No I didn’t,” he stated firmly.

Giselle looked at him, crinkling her eyebrows. “I am not the one who just had an orgasmic
encounter, I was not the one in the throes of passion a little bit ago, okay, and I’m definitely
not stupid. I clearly heard you scream ‘Red, oh yes Red.’ So…”

Draco dropped his head back and eyed the ceiling as he thought about it. “Whom do I call ‘Red’?”
he asked more to himself than to Giselle. He had no idea how he could have possibly forgotten, well
technically that wasn’t true!

Draco jerked up, balancing both of his hands behind him. “What?”

Giselle turned her head and looked about the room. “I-I didn’t say anything.”

“Not you!” Draco growled with frustration and roughly pushed her off his bed. “Get out!”

“But I—”

Draco screamed. “I said GET OUT!”

“NO! We’re not finished and I want to fuck!” Giselle rudely hollered back.

Draco was slightly taken back by her out burst. He hadn’t really expected her to yell back at
him. No one ever yelled back at him, no one, especially if it was one of his girls here to please
him.

“Well, you should have pulled away, and not let me come, it’s your own damn fault.”

Leaning up on her elbows, which rested on the edge of the bed, she stared up at him defiantly.
“Listen here Draco Malfoy, we are going to have sex. So lets talk and then well get back to it,
okay? So who’s Red?”

Draco averted his eyes quickly. “No one.”

“Obviously, this ‘Red’ isn’t a ‘no one’ for you to call her name out when you’re almost to the
peak.” Giselle grinned going for shock, “Want to have a threesome with her?”

Draco groaned and for what seemed like the thousandth time that night dropped his head to the
bed. “The last thing I need is to be tempted by that.”

“You can call me ‘Red’ if you want,” she grinned, raising an eyebrow at him. “If you tell me who
she is I could do a Polyjuice.”

“Here’s an idea, let us just claim that this mysterious ‘Red’ is you and save me the humiliation
of unmasking her.”

“Or him,” she added evilly.

Draco felt his upper lip rise in a sneer. “Trust me, it’s a ‘her’.”

Giselle averted her eyes from his naked body, showing defeat. “Maybe I *should* come back
later—” she went to get up.

Draco let her get as far as the bedpost before he jerked her back. “I don’t do rain checks and
you demanded sex…”

Giselle squealed in pure feminine delight as he threw her onto the bed.

--------

“Harry, I have to give it to you, you are a definite improvement to Draco. Do you know what he
did? He pushed me off the broom. You see this scratch on my elbow? That’s from him,” Ginny informed
her emerald-eyed crush.

Harry shook his head as it whirled from trying to keep up with Ginny’s train of thought. “Ginny,
stop changing topics so fast. I swear to Merlin you’re making me dizzy! And since when do you call
him ‘Draco’? Now, what is this about Malfoy pushing you?”

Ginny felt giddy at the protective note she heard in his voice. Of course she’d claimed to be
over Harry, but she knew she would never fully get over her first, one-sided love.

“I said something to him along the lines of being cruel, I don’t really remember the exact
words, but I knew they were because he’d wrapped his arms around my waist after I asked him to ride
it with me, then he pushed me off. Thanks for not pushing me off Harry,” Ginny said as she leaned
slightly back into his chest.

He stiffened. “Ah, Ginny—”

She blushed. “Sorry, I just wish I didn’t have to do this. Last time I got up this high in the
air, I fell. Luckily, Draco saved me.”

Harry shook his head as he tried to register Ginny’s random rambling, but in the end, he really
didn’t know *why* he tried. “Wait, one minute he pushed you off, and the next minute he saved
you?”

“I know! Talk about needing to make up your mind,” Ginny shook her head.

Harry gasped and hit himself in the head. “You’re giving me a headache. Stop it!”

“Sorry, I tend to do that to people.”

They rode in silence for a while, until Harry stiffened and spoke with venom in his voice.
“Riding his *what* with him?”

Ginny frowned. “His broom. What else would I be riding of his?” She stopped immediately and
straightened her shoulders. “Wow, I really just said that, didn’t I?”

“I think I’m going to vomit.”

Ginny jerked away and turned her left shoulder away from him. “Ew Harry, don’t you dare!”

He cleared his throat. “Gin, you need to be more careful with how you word things. I
*definitely* don’t want you saying something like that around him…especially, when you meant
it so innocently.”

Ginny frowned. “This is just gross.”

“You’re tellin’ me!”

Her frown deepened as she realized that Harry’s tone wasn’t of jealousy as she had slightly
hoped it would be it was protective, as if Ginny was his sister.

“I’m feeling a little queasy myself,” she mumbled.

“Okay, that is definitely it for the practice, and the awkward moments. I do believe this day
will be planted in my head for eternity,” he spoke in her ear as he lowered the broom to the
ground.

Ginny’s shiver of delight at the fact that Harry had spoken so close to her ear was quickly
forgotten as her feet touched the groomed grass. “Thank the stars above. I’m alive!” she cried,
resisting the urge to fall to her knees and kiss the ground.

“I’m not sure if I should be insulted by that,” Harry mumbled to her as he picked up his broom
and situated his rumbled clothing.

“Don’t take it as that; you’re an excellent flyer, probably the best of all time.”

Harry blushed. “Lord, Ginny, you’ll do wonders for my ego if you keep that up.”

“I’ll stop right away then.”

Surprisingly, Harry caught on quicker than she thought he would, as he scowled his *joking*
disapproval of her remark. “That hurt Gin!”

“Yeah, yeah…said the man with an ego the size of an elephant,” she said, teasingly.

Harry swiftly turned around and began walking backwards towards the school, intent on glaring
her. “You are horrible Ginevra Weasley, just horrible.”

“Did you ever have any doubt that I wasn’t? I mean really, Mr. Potter, look at who my brothers
are,” she laughed.

To Ginny’s utter disbelief, she actually thought she saw his eyes twinkle with happiness. If
only it was a twinkle for something else.

“Look out for that…” Harry started.

His warning came too late. Ginny screamed as her foot rammed into something extremely hard. She
felt her feet flip from under her and just when she expected to slap her face into the ground, she
felt strong arms around her waist. She instantly looked up and blushed with embarrassment, as she
gazed into those beautiful, emerald eyes she had fallen in love with.

Harry frowned, his eyes searching hers. “Ginny, you know I love you like a sister right? I-I
thought you said you were over your crush on me.”

Ginny felt her eyes dampen with tears. “I am! Really I am, it was just…old feelings you
know.”

“Are you sure that’s all it was? I hate thinking that I’m leading you on by doing this banter
with you like we do…you don’t take it that way do you?”

“No, of course not. I like bantering with you, but not that way. I promise, cross my heart.”

“Okay,” he spoke softly giving her a sad, worried look.

Ginny stood back and watched him walk away. She slid her hands into the front pockets of her
caramel colored jeans. She felt her white tank top slowly ride up and she shivered as his hair
ruffled in the wind. “But you’ll always be my knight and shining armor,” she called out to him
impishly.

Harry paused in his walking, and slowly turned around with a huge grin spread across his face.
“I can live with that!”

Ginny gave a girlish giggle. “He can live with that…” she mumbled, letting a tear drip down her
cheek.

“Talking to yourself again, Red?”

Ginny quickly brushed the tear away and turned to see Draco, shaking his head in disgust.

“Which personality is it this time? The crazy one or the bitchy one?”

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her chin out in defiance. “I’m not going to let
you get to me today. Not today!” she said, scowling at him, and then added, “I really hate you, you
know!”

“It’s a mutual feeling.”

Ginny flipped her hair over her shoulders. “Then why are you here? To bug me?”

Draco glared. “I came to tell you I have to cancel Monday’s lesson!”

Ginny dropped her arms down to her side and gave a fake saddened look. “Why?”

“Being in your presence is sickening and I find myself disturbed by your looks.”

He expected an equally cruel retort, but when she said nothing and just looked down at the
ground he added more gently, “I have an appointment to keep. Why don’t you practice and hell, maybe
even surprise me by managing to stay on by yourself.”

“You know what—” Ginny started.

Draco lifted his eyebrows and walked closer, his stance daring her to continue. He was so close;
Ginny could smell the light cologne he had on. It was a different one this time, more soft, not so
strong.
*
Merlin! Even his neck is sexy!*

Ginny quickly averted her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest again, her face flushed.

“What?” he said in a deadly voice.

Ginny flinched. “N-nothing.”

Draco smirked. “Wise choice.”

Ginny watched as he walked away and for a second she thought she could almost imagine him
whistling with a tiny hop in his step. “What a jerk!”

“I heard that, Red!” he hollered back.

Ginny cringed and shrank back.

Dialogue references:


‘…Tropical pools in Eden’~ Rafael di Fiore from Gaelen Foley’s Prince Charming


‘I want to fuck,” ~Sarah Michelle Gellar from Cruel Intentions

There might have been more, can’t recall.



3. Man Goin' Down
-----------------


**Knock on the Sky**


**Chapter Three:** Man Goin’ Down

“This is so humiliating!” Ginny mumbled to herself as she slipped, once again, in the puddle of
mud that had formed, from a light drizzle of rain, about fifty feet from the Hogwarts fountain.
“Will somebody get me up?” she cried out angrily at the tiny crowd that had formed around her.

“It’s so very amusing though,” a black haired girl, whom Ginny recognized to be a Slytherin,
giggled.


“Alright, alright, enough of laughing at the Gryffindor,” Seamus laughed, pushing through the
crowd, looking as if he was about to come and help her when a wide grin spread across his face. He
doubled over clutching his stomach in fits of laughter.


Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise as she watched Seamus bend to his knees chuckling helplessly.
“If I-ooh-if I could reach my wand Seamus Finnigan, I would bat boogey your arse all the way to
Hogsmeade and back!” she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. “Ha!” she cried out in triumph as
Seamus stopped smiling. “That got you to shut-up didn’t it?”


It was then that she saw a flash of red hair, and where there was red, there was black, and
brown. “Ron, I know you’re back there. Will you please get me up? Harry…whatever happened to being
my knight in shining armor? Hermione?”


Ron sauntered up, with a smug grin on his face, followed closely by Harry, whom was trying to
suppress a smile. “Wasn’t it just you twenty minutes ago calling us men…Harry what was it? Help me
out.”


“Stupid, good for nothing pigs, who shagged other men’s women and…” Harry started, raising an
eyebrow at the very muddy, angry, and slightly defeated expression on the youngest Weasley’s
face.


“Okay! I get it; I shouldn’t have made it such a broad statement. Even though it’s true and
all,” Ginny said, mumbling the last part.


Ron snorted and shook his head; unable to believe his sister would continue to bad mouth the
male gender under her situation. “I can’t believe you! Non-stop talking and criticizing…do you want
my help or not? For the life of me I wish I could remember that silencing charm.”


“I could very well ask Hermione for help or another girl. I don’t need you and the only reason I
was bad mouthing your gender was because of a certain Slytherin ferret that sent his evil, eagle
owl after me with a note, wrapped around it’s sharp nailed foot. The damned bird attacked me and
practically bit my finger off. See!” she held up the evidence. “I was almost about to kick the
blasted beast away and *I’m* an animal lover.”


“Will you not *shut up*? Just *stop* talking…holy Merlin,” Ron said in disbelief,
rolling his eyes upward as if he were praying.


Ginny frowned and scratched an itch on her face, which only succeed in making her face dirtier.
“Why is everyone always saying that to me? I don’t talk a lot, but still it’s always: ‘SHUT UP, or
Ginny slow down, you’re making my head spin, or do you never stop talking, or you’re giving me a
headache.’ I don’t talk a lot, it’s just of late I’ve had quite a few things to say.”


“I think I should leave her in there don’t you, Harry?” Ron asked, shaking his head down at her.
Just as she was about to say something Ron interrupted her, throwing his hands up. “Ah!” Ginny
opened her mouth to try again. “Stop!” Ron cut her off.


“But I-” she started again.


“Oh yeah, definitely, def-def-definitely leaving her in there,” Ron snorted.


Ginny pouted. “Please, don’t make me try getting out of this slippery mud by myself again and
just think Ron of how many blokes you’d save from seeing me fall on my face and getting a glimpse
of my knickers.”


“Leave her in there!” a male voice yelled enthusiastically.


Ginny grunted in displeasure. “You see? A bunch of pigs, the lot of you.”


“RONALD WEASLEY! You are a prefect and you’re standing there allowing your baby sister to be
covered in mud, when you can very well help her out,” Hermione’s booming voice soared through the
air.


“‘Hermione, you *have* to help me out of here. They refuse to even lend me a stick so they
could pull me out,” Ginny’s voice dripped with fake desperation, trying to make the two boys look
like the guilty party even more.


“Oh, look at her. All covered in dirt…” Hermione grumbled as she walked over and extended her
hand.


“Ah, Hermione, I don’t think you should help her just yet,” Harry started to say and cringed as
Hermione screamed.


“Ginevra Weasley, did you do that on purpose?” Hermione howled with anger. “You did, didn’t you?
Here I was trying to help you and you-you pull me into this pile of rubbish,” she cried out,
plopping her hands down, splattering mud everywhere.


Ginny gasped. “I didn’t do it on purpose, you just weren’t strong enough. And-and it’s slippery!
Why do you think I couldn’t get out myself?” she snapped, pushing Hermione’s shoulder.


“Hey!” Hermione cried, pushing Ginny back.


“Gryffindor girls gone wild!” someone yelled.


“We are not animals! We have not gone wild,” Ginny yelled back.


Hermione snorted, her lips curving. “Oh Gin, it isn’t that. It’s something in the states that-”
she stopped suddenly, as if remembering where they were.


Hermione slowly lifted her head and raised an eyebrow in Harry’s direction. “Harry, you and Ron
better come and get us out, *this instant*, or else.”


“I’m not about too—” Ron started, but stopped and stared in horror as Harry walked swiftly over
to the girls and yanked Hermione up and out followed by Ginny.


Ginny’s eyes widened as she flew to her feet. “Wow! I swear I’m hearing a whip crackle through
the air.”


Harry itched his head and glared irritatingly at Ginny. “What are you on about now?”


“I think she’s saying someone is whipped,” Seamus concluded chuckling at Harry. “Hey Gin and
tonic…you have something on your face.”


Ginny paused at her failing attempt of swiping the muck of her school uniform. She frowned as
she looked up at Seamus. “Really? I hadn’t noticed,” she said sarcastically. “I can I only feel it
on me. And don’t call me that!”


Seamus grinned. “Why? I think it’s kind-a cute.”


Hermione snorted. “You would!”


Seamus whispered loudly behind his hand, as if he were telling her a secret. “You still have
something on your face, Gin and tonic.”


“Ah-and don’t be a git. I know very well what I have on my face, idiot.”


Seamus clutched his chest and gasped for breath. “Oh Gin, if only you knew how much I need you,
perhaps you wouldn’t hurt me so, if only you knew how I secretly hope, every night, that you’d
stumble into my room naked, begging me to…”


Ginny rolled her eyes. “Here we go again. You’re such a drama queen!”


“Don’t tell that to my lover, Ginny, she believes she’s the drama queen.”


Ginny open her mouth, as if she were starting to speak, and then quickly shut it. She repeated
the process, and then lifted her hand up in warning. “I-I’m not going to say anything, because my
sixth sense is triggering my warning bell that this *is a trick*,” she said pronouncing the
last three words with emphasis.


The tiny group of people burst into laughter.


“Well, now that my pride is in tatters and I’m as filthy as a-a…well I might as well make the
day complete and go meet Malfoy.”


Ron chuckled, and then paused. “Wait what? Who?”


Ginny rolled her eyes. “Don’t get medieval. I have to meet with him about my flying
lessons.”


“I thought you said he canceled.”


Ginny shrugged. “He did! The stupid bugger seemed to have changed his mind.”


-------------------


It just wasn’t fair. Damn it, she had plans. Who cares if she didn’t, at that moment, know
exactly what they were, but they were in existence! She had plans to make plans, wasn’t that good
enough?


Ginny scowled as she stomped towards the Quidditch stands. “*Meet me in the Quidditch
Slytherin dug out*,” she mimicked. “Stupid twerp!”


She paused once her feet touched the dry dirt of the field. Dropping her gaze she frowned at her
clothing. It was as if she’d just realized that she spent a good ten minutes in a puddle of very
wet and dirty mud. Her school skirt, which got shorter every school year, was slowly starting to
become un-plastered from her thighs. Her shirt was hopeless and would probably stick to her until
she peeled it off.


Ginny groaned. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”


Leaning her weight against the side of the dull gray wall, she slipped off her scruffed up shoes
and holey socks, not bothering to remove her slightly brown speckled toe rings. She grimaced as she
remembered herself touching her face.


“That’s terrific!” Ginny mumbled. “Now, if only I could remember that cleaning spell! Why can I
never remember the spell I always need the most?” she groaned.


She stomped up the stairs that led to the seats in the stand and with her hands swinging by her
side, she hastily plopped herself down into the metal plated chair, staring out at the Quidditch
playing field.


Now all she had to do was wait. Patience was not a virtue to Ginny, however. She angrily lifted
the tip of her thumb, which was probably the only clean spot on her body, to her mouth and nibbled
on the nail. She bent her legs over the arm of the chair and let them dangle lazily over the side,
humming to herself, as she waited.


His owl had come to her window, carrying a small piece of parchment in its claw. At first Ginny
had thought that the bird had made a mistake, but when it continued to nudge her shoulder and snap
at her fingers, she’d finally given in, and taken the squared piece of paper.


*Draco and his demanding self! Who does he think he is? Demanding her to meet him here and to
not be late.*


Ginny snorted. “He’s not even here yet.”


------------------


“Giselle, slow down!” Draco grunted as he clutched her hips, slowing her demanding rhythm as she
tried to ride him harder.


“I can’t,” she gasped, her hands reaching up on either side of his head, and pounding into the
cement wall.


“I want her to see!” Draco growled, his thighs shaking with restraint, his fingers clutching
tightly to Giselles’ thighs. “If you want that hefty chunk of money trinket you looked at then I
suggest you slow down.”


Taking deep, choppy breaths Giselle slowed her movements, almost to a lazy up and down caress.
“You are one kinky bastard you know that, Draco? Twisted too, to set this up. You are so bad!”


Draco smirked. “Don’t I know it?”


He leaned forward and bit her neck, as he slid his hand between them and began playing with her
curls.


“Oh, yes,” she moaned as she rolled her neck back, giving him better access.


Draco increased the pressure between their bodies. Giselle began riding out her orgasm, but had
started a little too late. She clenched around him, her body tensing, she dug her teeth into
Draco’s shoulder, muffling her cry of ecstasy as she came.


She shook her head viciously as if clearing her thoughts. “Oh damn,” she sighed. “I am never
going to be able to walk again.”


Draco grinned and dropped his head back against the wall. “How many was that?”


Giselle lifted her celestial blue eyes up to look at Draco with an impish grin spreading across
her face. “Well, counting your tongue Olympic games, ten. I’m going to have to skip classes
tomorrow and sleep. You wear me out.”


Draco kissed her lips hard. “We’re not done yet.”


“So who is ‘Red’?”


“Her name is Ginny,” Draco whispered, staying in the same position as he continued his gentle
strokes.


Giselle gasped and opened her mouth in shocked excitement. “As in Ginevra Weasley?”


“How in the hell did you know her first name was Ginevra? I only knew because I was told!”


Giselle shrugged. “We’ve had a few encounters. Not to mention she’s in my grade. I’ve had a few
classes with her.”


“Encounters?”


“Nothing like that! Just a few run-ins. Picked up some of my books for me, I said thank you and
asked for her name. She’s kind of nice. A little too nice if you ask me, but then it’s the nice
ones you need to worry about. Especially in bed,” Giselle said, raising an eyebrow
suggestively.


Draco clenched his teeth as he growled out. “If that little bit leaves this area, I’ll know who
to kill,” he warned in a deadpan voice.


Giselle swallowed, knowing that he truly meant ‘kill’. “It won’t. I promise. So when are you
going to make your move?”


“I won’t ever. Ever,” Draco groaned, as intense pleasure captured his attention and began
building.


“Why?”


Giselle nearly froze as she saw his eyes glaze over with danger. She knew it was the wrong
question before she even asked it, but she just couldn’t help herself.


“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Draco growled as he yanked her hair, causing her head
to jerk back.


Giselle cried out in pain. “Okay, Draco, stop it! You’re hurting me. I understand!”


He released her. “You *don’t* understand! If my father found out—”


Giselle dropped her head and placed a finger shushing him at his lips at the mention of Draco’s
father. “It’s okay.”


------------------


Turning in her seat she stomped nosily to the ground and stood up, pacing back and forth.


*This was ridiculous. Absolutely!*


“Where is he?” she growled out, stomping back into the dug out and going further inside.


“Maybe I misunderstood the note,” Ginny thought out loud as she walked further in, and just when
she was about to give up she heard grunts.


Cautiously, she started to walk down the sloping hill that led into a tiny compartment that
would let the Slytherins fly out during a competition.


“Oh yes, yes,” a woman moaned.


Ginny stopped dead in her tracks. Her mouth dropping open in disgust, “No way there are people
doing…THAT!”


*Well, why don’t you go see?*


*No!*


*Why? You could consider it research.*


*That’s Hermione’s job.*


*Just do it!*


*Ican’t.*


*Go see.*


*No, I shouldn’t.*


*Please?* Ginny argued with herself.


*Curiosity killed the cat!*


*Oh balls!*


“I really need to get a life. I’m sitting here arguing with myself. All I have to do is go in
slightly and see what it is. It *could* be someone in trouble?” Ginny shook her head at her
stupidity. “Oh for the love of. …Enjoyable vibes are echoing through there.”


Ginny glided down the hill and walked into the room. As soon as she reached the center of the
long, never ending musky walls, she stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes trained on a brown
haired girl, on top of a guy whom was sitting on a silver bench. Ginny nosily hiccupped.


*Oh my god!*


She swiftly smacked her hand over her eyes. “Oh God,” she whispered.


*Draco? What in the bloody hell had she walked in on?*


Indeed, it was him! Ginny confirmed it once those beautiful intense gray eyes locked onto
hers.


----------------


*Oh yes…she came!*


*Wrong thought, oh Merlin!*


He quickened his pace as he watched Ginny stare at them. He kept eye contact with her as he
pounded into Giselle. Draco nearly lost it when he saw Ginny smack her hand over her eyes. He
glorified in the shocked look that she had plastered to her face.


Ginny nearly swallowed her tongue when Draco winked at her and then gasped in pleasure. She
watched as he shut his eyes and pushed himself so hard up into the girl that she would have flown
off him had he not been gripping her hips.


Ginny stood there, for about three seconds, dumbfounded, before she turned and fled out of the
compartment like a bullet.


-------------


“She came,” Giselle giggled. “Eleven times.”


Draco gave her a smug look. “Yes she did.”


He knew that Giselle thought Ginny hadn’t come. She had and he couldn’t believe it. It had been
the sweetest orgasm he would ever be able to have involving Ginny…the closest he’d ever get.


Draco had been floored when he realized he’d been attracted to the fireball youngest Weasley,
even more frightened when he’d started dreaming about her. He hadn’t really fought the
attraction…after all a half a day didn’t count as a good fight. His lust had started that day of
the first flying practice. They hadn’t had a lot of flying lessons together, but he knew when he
lusted after someone that there was no use fighting it. It was incredible really, how quickly he’d
come to terms with his attraction for Ginny.


What bugged him the most was that at a time when he should have been spent and weak he was more
turned on than ever.


Draco still couldn’t get the way Ginny looked out of his mind. He groaned and swung Giselle to
the dirty ground. He pushed himself into her, impaling himself upon her.


Giselle screamed. The healthy sound of skin smacking against skin, the smell of sex, sweat, the
feel of Giselle’s wet sheath gripping him, and the thought of Ginny, her red hair, her doe eyes,
her rounded full red lips, the way her clothes clung to her curves, drove Draco to ram harder into
her. The smell of blood pierced Draco’s senses.


“Are you okay?” Draco whispered into her ear.


“Oh, Draco, don’t you dare stop!” she screamed wrapping her legs around him, pushing him
deeper.


His eyes crossed and he exploded, seeing only Ginny. He jerked his hips one more time into her
before collapsing. A tiny beat passed and Draco lifted himself up. He watched as Giselle scurried
to get her clothes. She pulled her shirt up and down over her head, straightening it.


“So, just call me next time you want to have another go, unless you get Ginny,” Giselle
said.


“I told you. It’s not going to happen,” he said calmly.


“You seem so sure about that. Right, so see you later.”


Draco nodded, giving her a grim look as he buttoned the last buttons of his pants.
“Tomorrow.”


Giselle paused. “Tomo-” she stopped herself, gave a nod and left. Draco sighed and went left in
the opposite direction as she did. He walked out with his hands resting in his front pockets.


“Could he be anymore disgusting you ask yourself?” Ginny spoke up.


He jerked around to see Ginny leaning lazily against the wall.


“You know what I think, you had this planned,” she grinned.


“No, she just happened to saunter by while I was waiting for you. What I needed to tell you is
that since I had to cancel today, Madam Hooch said we have to practice an extra three hours
tomorrow,” he paused and did a quick survey of her, “What the hell is all over you?”


He couldn’t believe he had failed to notice this dirty mud that had been plastered to her. All
he’d seen was her warm, gentle eyes staring deeply into his.


Draco swallowed a groan and clenched his teeth together.


Ginny stood up straight her mouth dropping open. “That’s six hours and it’s mud.”


“I’m not to fond of the six hours either. Good to know you like bathing in mud. Kind of fitting
actually. A weasel in her home…how quaint!””


Ginny shook her head in disgust. “You are such a—”


Draco lifted his eyebrows and walked towards Ginny, bracing his arm on the side of her head. “Go
ahead, finish that,” he spoke softly, seductively.


Ginny glared and said nothing. She stiffened once she saw him trail his eyes down her shirt. He
grinned suddenly taking her breath away.


Ginny groaned and silently wished that the mud had blocked out what her shirt said underneath
her white school shirt. It was a black shirt with white lettering, saying ‘I bite’.


“I bite,” Ginny threatened, quoting her shirt.


He raised an eyebrow. “What a coincidence, so do I!”


Ginny chuckled and groaned, rolling her head back against the wall, exposing her neck. Draco
opened his mouth and leaned down as if he was going to kiss her, but he decided against it.
Thankfully, she hadn’t seen the movement and he quickly adjusted his once loose slacks.


It seemed that Ginny finally noticed how close he was, because she bent her head down, a full
body blush flushing through her face. Draco grinned and lifted her chin up. Ginny jerked away.


“Don’t touch me with your—ew!” Ginny cried out as she pushed him, holding in a chuckle. “You are
so gross!”


Draco, who’d been fuming at her pushing him, paused as he realized she had just been playing
around. He patted his shirt and cringed, knowing he was going to say something mean.


“Why did you have to touch me? I actually liked these clothes.”


Ginny glared. “You touched me with your icky sticky hands after doing that girl. I should be the
one disgusted, not you!”


“Icky sticky? Terrific vocabulary. Besides you’re taint isn’t washable. I don’t want your filthy
germs clinging to my clothes.”


“Draco, get bent and die! See you tomorrow jerk, ” Ginny yelled in his face and retreated before
he could say anything back.


He watched the seductive sway of her hips and smiled.


It was going to be a wonderful six hours…




4. Get Over Yourself
--------------------


Chapter Four: Get Over Yourself


Ginny stood, with broom in hand, next to the opening of the Hogwarts’ Quidditch pitch entrance.
She was ten minutes early and dreading every bit of time that passed because as it went by that
meant that it lead to the six-hour lesson with the dreaded Draco Malfoy.


He was absolutely horrid and deserved to get a quick kick in the derrière, but of course that
wouldn’t stop the lesson from happening.


Before she knew it she saw his elegant dark form sauntering up to her as if the world revolved
around him and Ginny knew that in *his* mind it technically did. Perhaps that was why she’d
taken a liking to him, though she’d never admit this out loud. He was arrogant and sure of himself;
he wouldn’t take crap from anyone. Ginny on the other hand tended to stay off to the side or right
in the middle to allow people to walk on her.


“Okay…” Draco mumbled as he made a jerking movement with his shoulder, signaling her to follow
him.


The suddenness of his ‘okay’ jolted Ginny out of her reverie.


That was the worst thing he could have done. The day was now officially in tatters. She hated
being startled, it was one of her pet peeves and she growled with anger. “Hey!”


“Hey what?” Draco drawled out as he walked towards the grass.


“Make some noise when you walk up!” She scolded.


He turned slightly and quirked his eyebrow up in question. “Are you telling me what to do
again?” his voice held a warning as well as a hint of amusement.


Ginny had had it. She stopped walking and planted herself in a defiant position; crossing her
arms over her chest and leaning her weight to one side she glared at him in outrage.


She wasn’t going to let him talk to her this way. “Someone needs to!”


Draco sneered, shook his head, and continued to walk. “Lets go,” he said and walked past
her.


He had some how managed to fall behind her, how he’d done that she’d probably never know
considering the fact that she had stopped walking all together.


He must have—oh he was a sneaky one.


A shock jolted through her arm as she felt his bare skin glide against her hand. She sucked in a
breath and looked at Draco’s retreating back as his scent lingered under her nose. He smelled
different again. It was a more of a sharp, sweet smell, one that enveloped the senses and made the
mind think bad, bad thoughts. It smelt wonderful and Ginny felt herself get heady from it. She
followed him feeling slightly drunk, or so she’d imagine that was what being drunk felt like.


“You aren’t going to actually fly for the first three hours, I just want you to point out the
parts of the broom and then I want you to explain to me in detail how you might execute a right
turn, a left turn—”


Ginny frowned. “D-did I miss something? Is this a class of some sort?”


“Well technically—”


“There’s not ‘technically’ about it! I don’t feel the need to give a speech right now,
especially to you!”


Fury flashed across Draco’s face, but was quickly replaced with his usual facial features.
“Would you stop interrupting me? The point is that it’s my job to teach to fly. The key word I
believe is ‘teach’ so on the chance of there being more students this would be a class, however
seeing that it’s only you it still qualifies as some sort of a tutoring session. In which case you
will obey me or Madam Hooch will have a coronary.


Draco sighed heavily as he sat on the ground. He really wasn’t in the mood for this today. He
had had yet another sleepless night after a very, very heated dream of this red goddess whom stood
before him and he most of all didn’t feel like struggling with his physical needs either. He lifted
his head and looked pointedly at Ginny.


She took the hint and went to sit across from him. “Parts to the broom? The handle and the
bristle thing at the end, those are the parts.”


Draco lifted his eyes and placed his hand near the end of the broom. “Steering, turning,
lowering,” he went on moving his hand over spots of the broom.


“So, these area’s on the stick make it easier to do—”


Draco cautiously licked his lips praying that this would not go into a double entendre escapade.
Just to make sure however, he quickly interrupted. “The areas on the broom I pointed out are the
areas that will make it easier for you to do a certain moves. As so—you’d place your hand here for
steering, here for turning and so on.”


“Okay, okay, I got them. See, that didn’t take three hours!”


“Red!”


Ginny sighed and brought her knees up to her chest, resting her head, turning it in the
direction of the school, down on her kneecaps.


“I don’t want to do this Malfoy! I hate flying! I’m never going to like it! Not ever, and
teaching me about the parts isn’t going to make me like it.”


Draco leaned back, bending his knees up, he turned his head in a questioningly look, fighting
himself every minute as he spoke. “Have you ever been on one when someone else is working it?”


“Yes, with you the other day and as I recall I almost fell to my bloody awful death!”


“You are seriously over dramatizing that situation.”


“Am I? Well I don’t think so,” she scoffed and tossed her head in a fury.


Draco shook his head and bit his lip as he watched her shirt constrict against her chest at her
sudden lightening quick movement of anger. He couldn’t believe he was going to willingly let
himself get closer to her when he knew he should just call the practice off. He didn’t know how
long he’d be able to hold out…especially after last night’s dream of a naked lusty redheaded
innocent, hesitantly exploring his body. “Well get up then. Lets loosen you up and let you ride
with me.”


Ginny lifted her head to show him her look of defiance. “I don’t want to fall off.”


Draco managed to look wounded. “I’m a Quidditch player, a seeker no less, trained to know how to
not fall off a broom. You won’t fall.”


“Hmm, I recall you falling off a lot.”


“Yeah well, when you have a bludger ramming into your gut you let me now how keep balance on
something that’s as thick as a stick and barely as wide as your hand,” he said as he placed himself
on the seat of his broom


As if realizing her mistake, she nibbled her bottom lip. Draco nearly let out a groan at the
sight. Here he was thinking dirty thoughts and there she was, he knew, trying to get out of
flying.


“I thought you didn’t want me touching your clothes!” Ginny added.


Draco smirked.


*She’s good; he’d give her that.*


What she secretly didn’t know was that if it were up to him she’d be touching more than his
clothes.


“I’m smarter than that, I wore my old clothes today.”


Ginny shook her head and leapt up, brushing the [the dirt off her pants, sounds better]butt of
her pants. She then walked over to where Draco was, who was sitting on the broom, lifted her leg up
and over. He gave a silent shout of triumph as she loosely rested her hands on his hips, however
his happiness in succeeding was quickly diminished as he glanced down. At that moment Draco knew
he’d never get the sight of her shapely legs dangling along side his.


Draco, growling in anger at his weakness, took off without warning, zipping through the air. He
took great delight as Ginny screamed and wrapped her arms all the way around his waist. When he
jerked up and went higher, she started trembling with fear and for a moment he almost felt bad.


“I’m going to fall!”


“No you aren’t,” Draco reassured her.


He shot straight up. Ginny lifted her legs up and entwined them with his. Her middle plastered
to his back. Draco groaned at the feel of her breasts against him, her legs molded into his.


It was sheer torture, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t loved every minute of it.


Ginny dug her head into his shoulder blades, breathing deeply as she felt the wind smack her
hair around. His scent was calming her nerves and after a while, for the first time, she felt at
ease up in the air. Slowly she lifted her head three inches off his back and enjoyed the wind
caressing her face. She gave an excited squeal as they turned loops and spirals, with each one
however, Ginny held on tighter and tighter. They did loops and turns for about three more minutes
before landing.

Draco had to practically yank her off him.

“Ginny, come on, you’re cutting my circulation off,” he said a second before she released
him.


Her hair was rumbled and her eyes were shining as she grinned from ear to ear at him. “That was
great!”


Draco smirked as he stood in front of her. “I knew you’d like it. Now maybe we can get you to
fly by yourself.”


Ginny shook her head frantically. “No way. It was different! You are a like a professional, you
are the second best Quidditch player at Hogwarts, next to Harry, you knew what you were doing, me
not so much!”


Draco licked his lips in amusement and bent his head down, placing his hands on his hips. “Funny
how I had to mention that before I got you on the broom, now you say it as if you’ve known it all
along. Silly girl! Thank you,” Draco responded surprising Ginny.


“Y-you aren’t going to say something crude about be stating the obvious?”


“Potter *is* better than me,” Draco replied instantly knowing what she was talking about,
“which is why I practice as much as I can. The more I practice, the more he has too.”


“Yeah well, it’s been taking its toll on him. He’s working ten times harder to stay better than
you.”


“That does me great pleasure to know I’ll be better than him here shortly.”


Ginny snorted and shook her head. “Get over yourself!”


Draco walked towards. “Get over myself, huh?”


“Yeah.”


“‘Yeah’,” he mimicked.


“Stop that!” Ginny gritted out.


“‘Stop that!’”


“Draco, I’m being serious.”


“‘Draco—”


Ginny smacked her hand over his mouth to stop his mimicking escapades, but as soon as she did it
she regretted it. The feel of his smooth lips against her palms tickled the inside of her
stomach.


She swiftly jerked her hand back as she felt wetness trace up her palm, and stared at it with
horror, not realizing that her move to shut him up had brought her within inches of his body and
face.


“Did you lick me?” Ginny asked, horrified.


Draco lifted his hand slowly and smoothed his fingers along her cheekbone. He closed his eyes,
shivering at the feel and scent of her skin.


“W-what are you doing?” her voice trembled.


Draco slowly opened his brighter than usual eyes and grimaced at the fear on her face. He
frowned knowing what he was going to do.


He didn’t say anything; he just leaned in and placed his lips on hers.


And then it happened. The sweetest most innocent kiss Draco had ever experienced. It wasn’t an
open mouthed kiss with groping hands and passion filled grunts. It was a gentle caressing of lips
against lips; it was sweet, but held enough passion and heat to shoot a flask full of heat down to
Draco’s groin. He pulled back, his breathing a little faster than normal as he stared at her. He
jerked and roughly shoved her away.


Ginny couldn’t believe it. He’d kissed her and then shoved her…hard. If this were how you tell a
girl you liked her she definitely wouldn’t have anymore of it!


“Ow! You are the one that kissed me you asshole!”


Draco glared at her. “Don’t flatter yourself.”


Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise. “I’m not! You did kiss me.”


“Damnit!” he whispered.


Ginny came closer to him, “What?”


“Ginny,” he paused flinching at his use of her name, “I’ve been having these dreams lately.”


Ginny smirked a little. “You want to tell me about your dreams?”


An evil glint flicked in his eyes. “Yes. It’s of you riding—”


Ginny frowned. “What could I possibly be riding in your dream? I think we’re having too many
flying lessons if you’ve started to dream of my flying on a broom.”

“You weren’t riding the broom in my dream, you riding me.”

Ginny could do nothing but let her mouth drop. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a
squeak that had Draco rolling with laughter. Ginny stomped angrily. “Don’t laugh at me!”


“Really the whole situation isn’t even close to being funny. The dream has been
reoccurring.”


“And why did you feel the need to tell me?”


“Because I’m going to kiss you again,” he stated softly, “and it’s only fair that you know why.
I was actually going to try and fight it. Deny it, but these broom lessons are just making the need
worse.”

“You can’t kiss me again.”


Draco bowed his head. “I can and I will.”


Ginny shook her head, panic rising in her gut as he started closer and began lifting his hand
up. “No!” she cried out and ran towards the school.


Draco blinked in surprise as he watched her dodge her way back into the school. He stood there
in shock.


She ran away from him. Did he look that wanton, that possessed with desire that he’d startled
his innocent pray? She had looked like a deer caught by a hunting party.


It was then he decided to start acting more on his lustful feelings.


~*~ The Next Day…


“GINNY! You must pay attention,” Harry yelled waving his hands in front of her face.


Ginny had been deep in thought over what had happened with Draco yesterday. It had really been
all she could think about since then. She did have a physical attraction to him; he was gorgeous
with his intense gray eyes, baby soft skin, at the body of a Quidditch Seeker, just like Harry.


*Except for the fact that Draco Malfoy is the exact opposite of Harry Potter!*


“Sorry Harry,” she mumbled as she began playing with a piece of grass.


His face softened, as he looked down at her sitting cross-legged on the ground. “You’re not up
for this today are you?”


“I’m not up for flying any day,” Ginny joked and then bowed her head, frowning. “Do you find
that unattractive?” she asked suddenly.


Harry crinkled his eyebrows and frowned. “Ginny—”


She quickly looked up and saw what she needed to see. It perhaps was the first time that she’d
ever see the reality of the situation. Harry Potter only thought of her as the sister he’d always
wanted, but would never have in blood. He didn’t have sexual feelings for her or romantic feelings.
He had sisterly feelings and surprisingly this knowledge wasn’t as harsh a blow to the gut as Ginny
would have expected, but it was still there.


Tears formed in her eyes and she quickly dashed them away. “It’s okay Harry, I understand.”


“I’m sorry,” he whispered staring down at her.


Ginny shrugged. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You can’t act out on something you don’t
want to. C-can I tell you something Harry? Something really, really personal?”


Harry looked around awkwardly for a moment.


“Well I’m going to tell you anyway. You’ll feel even more awkward than you do now, but I still
need to tell you. I’m experimenting, like if I say it I can have some closure, and move on because
I need to do that, especially since you don’t have feelings for me.”


Harry silently sat down next to her staring at her, showing that he would listen to whatever she
had to say, and it only made her love him more.


Ginny laughed and shook her head. “What is the matter with you? You are too good to be true. I’m
going to be honest Harry. I’m telling you this because—something happened to me yesterday that made
me question my feelings. I love you, and at one point I imagined myself loosing my virginity to
you,” Ginny said laughing.


Harry frowned and rested his chin into the palm of his hand listening still, even though his
cheeks flushed with embarrassment.


“Harry Potter, you are almost too perfect in my eyes. My ‘I love you’ wasn’t past tense. I still
do…for a long time I thought it was infatuation, but I-I know it’s not that. You are so brave and
loyal—you care so much for other people. You’ll always be my hero, my knight on a white horse…that
image of you in the Chamber when you came to rescue me will stick with me forever. I figure if you
did have some type of romantic feelings for me we’d date and then most likely after a while break
up. That’s why I don’t want to chance my ‘crush’ on you anymore. I have you on a pedestal Harry and
I plan to keep you there, right beside my brothers,” she concluded smiling over at him hoping he’d
understand.


Harry smiled softly. “Thank you Ginny, that means the world to me.”


He understood. He understood that she was calling off her romantic notions and setting them on
someone else, but most of all he understood that no matter he would always be her hero, her first
love, her knight, and finally forever, one of her brothers.

“I have high expectations for my brothers Harry and I expect you to meet everyone of them if you
plan on succeeding.”

Harry grinned widely. “Yes ma’am!”


She leapt foreword and hugged him tightly. She had broken her own heart when she’d come to the
conclusion last night that that was how she saw Harry. She looked up to him and wanted to be like
him, just like her other brothers. “Thank you for being who you are.”


She smiled as she felt a hot tear drip on her neck. She knew this was what Harry had wanted, of
course not only from her, but also from the rest of her family. He just didn’t that he already was
their family.


“Harry?” she mumbled softly.


“Yes?”


“You’ve been a great brother.”


He pulled back and smiled at her. “Thank you.”


--------------------------


Now that she’d come to the point of finally getting over Harry—of course she knew it hadn’t been
just a few moments ago…her getting over him had happened rather slowly the year before, she’d just
finalized it. Thanks to none other than Draco Malfoy.


Draco.


It was being slammed into that situation that had made Ginny really think. She’d never even
noticed any other guys, but Draco was a force to be reckoned with. When he was in a room you
noticed and boy did she.


Ginny was about to do something that wasn’t on a list of things her parents had planned for her
to do. Oh no, defiantly not!


She wasn’t going to sit back like she had with Harry; she was going to take the initiative or
rather take the bait that was thrown and ask Draco out. She was tired of being ‘Ginny, the girl who
never took chances’.


She knew she was leaping into the situation rather fast, but Draco was sexy…that little thought
had taken her hours to agree with…and she wanted—something.


Ginny was surprised when she found him in one of the many corners of the library fiddling with
the edge of a piece of paper in a very thick book.


Without asking she pulled the chair out and sat down, waiting for him to notice her.


“Did I say you could sit?”


“No, but then again I didn’t ask,” Ginny commented softly.


Draco slowly lifted his head a smile hinting on his face. “Didn’t know it was you.”


“Yes well, you’d have known it was me if you took the damn decency to acknowledge other people’s
presence,” Ginny huffed out.


Draco leaned forward and rested his forearms on either side of his book, staring at her
intently. “You’re always angry with me aren’t you?”


Ginny rolled her eyes and slouched. “Well if you weren’t always antagonizing me…”


Draco frowned. “Sit up straight…antagonizing you?” he added.


Ginny continued in her slouched position and just stared at him.


“Sit up straight! That’s very unbecoming,” Draco gritted out.


“Why do you care if I’m ‘becoming’ or not? How can one be ‘becoming’ anyway? Never did make
sense to me.”


Draco smirked. “It wouldn’t to you. Now, why are you here?”


Ginny sat up straight, her eyes widening as she remembered why she’d come. She slowly licked her
lips and took in deep breaths. “I’m here because I want to take you up on your offer.”


Draco sat back and folded his arms over his chest. “What offer was that?”


Ginny gave a tiny laugh. “Well, it was more of a demand than an offer…or rather more of you
telling me what you were going to do to me.”


“And what exactly did I tell you?”


“That you were going to kiss me.”


Draco swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and quirked an eyebrow up. “You want me to kiss
you?”


“Yes please.”


Draco had to sake his surprise away before his mouth dropped open. “How in the bloody hell can
you say ‘yes please’ to something like that, but yet you refuse to sit up straight?”


Ginny simply shrugged. “So, are you going to do it or not?”


Draco snorted and shook his head, then stood up and rounded the table towards her. He went down
on his knees so that he was eye level with her and his hands, as if on instinct went up to cup her
face. Swiftly he placed his lips on hers coaxing them apart. Draco groaned softly as he felt her
tiny tongue dart out and hesitantly touched the tip of it to his. The kiss only lasted about a
minute, but it felt like an eternity as he pulled away, heaving as if he’d just ran a marathon.


Her lips were red and swollen from the pressure he’d exerted on them, her eyes dazed with desire
as she looked at him dreamily. “I think I might want to do more than have you just kiss me
though.”


Draco jerked back on his knees, glaring at her. “You better not be playing with me. I don’t do
well with teases. Especially in the case where it’s like dangling a steak in front of a starving
beast.”


“Starving are you?” Ginny grinned.


“You have no idea.”


Ginny sighed. “I’m tired of being a virgin,” she said softly lowering her eyes. “For a long time
I wanted Harry to be my first, it took me a year today to finally realize I was over him and it was
your kiss that woke me up. It was like a punch in the face. I never knew anything could feel that
good. I’m all for experimenting.”


Draco stood up swiftly and just shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”


Ginny’s eyes widened. “Have I shocked you?”


“This should not be happening!”


“Why? Y-you want me don’t you?”

“You know that whole thing Quidditch Pitch with that girl Giselle…I did that on purpose. You
want to know why? I wanted to be able to see your eyes when I came.”

“That’s disgusting,” Ginny’s voice held a note of sympathy.


“And you ask me if I want you…it’s kind of an understatement. You are forbidden fruit Ginevra
Weasley and I’ll never get a taste.”


Ginny bowed her head. “W-what if I allowed you to have a bite not just a taste?”


“Why are you doing this?”


“Because when you kissed me I felt like I was on fire and I didn’t want to stop. I’m tired of
holding things back. I want you, you want me so—” Ginny shrugged helplessly. “That can’t just go
away you know.”


The past encounters she had had with Draco had been awful, all claws and teeth. She wasn’t sure
if it was good or bad at the fact that there were still claws and teeth, but it was inside Ginny’s
stomach. That kiss had been wonderful and she had felt her insides pool with warmth.


She wanted to do something…


“I would love it if you’d just get out of my head, get out of my dreams, and leave me alone! You
understand that, that would be so much more easier than what you’re suggesting right?” Draco yelled
at her and went to retreat out of the library, but then turned around and took a deep breath. “What
I would love even more though,” he added more softly, “is for you to get into my bed. So you see
Gin-love it’s your choice and I’m hoping you’ve already made it by what you’ve done tonight.”


Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. She needed to feel ‘the passion’…this was something
Harry would never be able to give her. Ginny needed this and she would have it. With doing this she
knew what she’d been saving for Harry could never be given back once taken, but she also knew on
Harry’s part it would never be missed. She would never get to have him so why not go for another
man that she’s found herself wanting? She’d made her piece with her feelings for Harry, but now she
would act on something spontaneous. She gently kissed his lips and smiled. “I think I can do
something about that last part,” she gave a laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever blushed so much in my
life.”


Draco smiled softly and lifted a hand to her cheek. He rested his thumb upon her lower lip and
smoothed it back and forth before pulling it down. He groaned and captured her lips. His movements
were lightening fast. He jerked her back causing her to gasp, which allowed him access to the
inside of her mouth. His hand slid up her stomach, encasing her sides, pushing her to him. Ginny
slid her hands into the back of his pockets, squeezing him to her, her hips gently rotating against
his.


“This is happening faster than I thought. What’s happening to me?” Ginny mumbled against his
lips.


He didn’t answer. They had just shared one kiss and sparks had flown, on their second kiss the
world had dropped from their feet, now on their third kiss, Draco was having trouble keeping her
clothes on because of the amount of a hot paradise parading around in his stomach. He wanted her
here and now, wild, untamed, outside. He let his hands slid up her shirt.


Ginny gasped as she felt him molding her tiny breasts to his hand. She never wanted it to end.
The feeling of Draco’s slacks rubbing against her was wonderful and if it ended she thought she
might die.


Ginny pulled back licking her lips hungrily. “I-I’m sorry I can’t be more experienced for
you.”


Draco dropped his forehead to hers and stared her in the eyes. “Don’t be sorry, it’s what I like
about you.”


Draco pulled his body away from hers and Ginny protested. “Draco!”

He silently held out his hand and it was then Ginny knew she’d be making a wonderful new change
in her life if she took it, of course she’d already known what she was going to do. She smiled
softly as she curled her fingers into his and let him lead her away.



5. Rush
-------


Chapter Five: Rush


Ginny had no idea how they’d gotten up to Draco’s room so quickly, but the fierceness of the
whole situation was starting to make her a bit uneasy. His caresses and kisses weren’t helping the
matter either, making her slightly dizzy, lightheaded, and all. His movements were becoming more
aggressive, more urgent. His hips were demanding against hers, where they had started off as slow,
gentle motions, they were now grinding and hard.


At that moment Ginny felt like a trapped animal beneath him, her thighs cradling him on either
side, his heavy body on top of her, crushing her. She was surprised she could breath with his
weight and the intense passion that just stole the air out of her lungs.


Ginny grunted as she felt Draco’s hand slip under her jumper. “Hmm Draco, stop,” she whispered
softly, trying to shake the euphoria that had spread through her.


“Oh yes Red, say my name,” he gasped out.


He shoved his hand beneath her knickers and Ginny could have sworn she saw stars. Her mouth
dropped and her eyes flew open. She stared up at him in shock and gulped when she realized he’d
been watching her the whole time.


“Oh, wow,” she panted and jolted as he pushed his hand against her. “Oh yes.”


Her back arched high as if she were trying to get closer. She bit her bottom lip and shut her
eyes as she shot both of her hands down to his wrists forcing him to apply more pressure.


She grunted out an assortment of soft sounds as Draco pushed one of his fingers inside of her.
Ginny, in response shoved one of her hands over his and pushed his index finger in deeper, her hips
moving against his, pushing his hand hard on and in to her, matching the rhythm he’d set.


Just slightly beyond Ginny’s comprehension she heard a deep agonized growl and the point of her
pleasure stopped. Her vision was red, still in a haze as she felt Draco slip his finger out of her.
She was slowly starting to get frustrated with the realization that he had stopped when he jerked
her jumper off and ripped her white knickers off of her.


Draco bit his lip hard and a low groan tore through his lips.


She didn’t know whether the sound of the fabric ripping or her embarrassment over the fact that
she never really wore a bra was what made her panic. Her eyes widened in terror and as if on
instinct her hips jerked up making Draco gasp and close his eyes with pleasure. She did it again,
but this time with her arms shoving at his chest.


This is where she succeeded in throwing him completely off the bed, which was not her intention.
She squealed in horror and turned onto her side looking down at a very dazed and turned on young
man.


“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to throw you off your bed. I just wanted to stop you.”


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Bells were ringing in his ears and only the sweet sound of Ginny’s gasps could break through the
clanging.


He trailed kisses along her neck gripping and running his fingers through her fiery red hair. He
knew his caresses and kisses becoming more aggressive, more urgent. He had wanted to do this
slowly, but he’d made the mistake of freeing her of her pants and allowing his hips to rock lightly
against hers. Heat had been vibrating between her legs and with in minutes his movements had become
harder.


He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed to feel her so he allowed his hand to go part way up
her jumper.


“Hmm Draco...”


That was all he heard, with his hips still grinding against hers he gazed at her his breath
coming in pants. “Oh yes Red, say my name.”


He shoved his hand beneath her knickers, never taking his eyes off her, desperately wanting to
see her reaction. Her mouth dropped and her eyes flew open. She stared up at him in shock and
gulped.


“Oh, wow,” she panted. “Oh yes.”


Her back arched high as if she were trying to get closer. She bit her bottom lip and shut her
eyes as she shot both of her hands down to his wrists forcing him to apply more pressure.


He couldn’t believe it and for a moment he almost didn’t believe she was as innocent as he
thought her to be. That thought quickly vanished as Ginny made a soft out of pitch grunt and licked
her lips.


Draco growled and jerked his hand away from her. Swiftly he pushed up her jumper, pulling it over
her head. He did a double take when he saw small, hand sized bare breasts spill out from
underneath. He clenched his teeth, his eyes darkening and his hand reached down. Not wanting to
bother with removing any clothing carefully he ripped her white-laced knickers off and practically
screamed with triumph.

He couldn’t possibly wait anymore. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Ginny Weasley
right at that moment. Draco had thought that after what he’d done with Giselle just yesterday he
would have been sated for at least a week, but he felt like a starving man at a banquet.


Draco hadn’t expected her to jerk up so viciously. He’d never know why he hadn’t come in his
pants like virgin schoolboy, but he was grateful for it.


He paused as her eyes widened in terror. She jerked her hips again, but this time with her arms
shoving at his chest.


This is where she succeeded in throwing him completely off the bed, which was not her intention.
She squealed in horror and turned onto her side looking down at a very dazed and turned on young
man.


“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to throw you off your bed. I just wanted to stop you.”


“What in the bloody hell was that?” Draco said as calmly as he possibly could.


She bowed her head and swung her legs over the edge, her feet resting in between his ankles.
“I’m not ready for this and I’m sorry I—”


“Sorry you let it get this far?”


Ginny was scared. He was far too calm for this situation.


“Yes. Are you mad?”


He snorted. “Am I mad? Am I mad, that you turned me on to the point of explosion and then shoved
me off as if nothing had happened? What do you expect me to be like? You are bloody naked in front
of a very turned on and angry man that just got shoved off of his own bed. You’re damn straight I
mad! And why the hell weren’t you wearing a bra?”


Ginny slouched her shoulders and bowed her head, shrugging slightly. “I don’t need one.”


Draco jerked his head back his eyebrow arching in surprise and amusement. He shook his head in
disbelief. How could this stupid brat turn him on one minute, make him angry, and then surprise him
just like that. “Really?”


“I mean look at them,” she said sitting up straight and looking down at her chest. “They’re just
small.”

Draco frowned at her bowed head. “What are you on about? They’re perfect.”

She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. “No, they’re nothing like Giselle’s, or
Pansy’s, or Hermione’s—Hermione’s are perfect. I’d have given anything to have breasts like
her.”


Draco stared at her looking appalled. “Oh-oh God—bloody hell!” He growled and looked down at his
pants. “What a waste. You just had to mention mudbloods name didn’t you?”


That seemed to get Ginny’s attention as she gasped, raised her knees up, and wrapped her arms
around them, hiding her face.


Draco snorted and shook his head. “Oh, now you cover up.”

Ginny raised her eyes, keeping her head on her knees, and glared. “You are such a jackass!”

“Tell me something I don’t know?”

Ginny licked her lips slowly and turned her eyes to the side. “I think maybe I should
leave.”

That seemed to get his attention and he bounded across the room, kneeling in front of her.

“Don’t leave.”

Ginny sighed. “Draco, I told you, I’m not ready to have sex with you.”

“We don’t have to have sex we could just…talk.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You and me plus a civilized conversation to does not equal
success.”

“Damnit!” Draco growled rocking back onto his feet and then standing fully in front of her. “Why
does sex have to be so complicated with girls?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and huffed loudly. “Why don’t you go make it easier on yourself and go
have sex with a guy then!” she yelled.

Draco’s eyes darkened with anger and Ginny flinched as his arms made a sudden motion. “Because
this isn’t for a fucking guy, this is all for you baby!”

Ginny frowned and looked down, where his hands were. She instantly regretted it and jerked her
gaze back up, her eyes widening.

Draco groaned and placed his hands on his hips, his hair falling into on his face. “I wish you
wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled as if he were in pain.

“Sorry?”


“That face—innocent and slightly frightened, but turned on at the same time. How can you say you
aren’t ready when you react the way you did when I was kissing you? You could feel it Ginny.”


“Draco, the only thing I could feel was your hips digging into mine.”


He growled in disbelief and anger. “I can’t believe you. I think I liked it better when you just
flat out called me Malfoy.”


He casually walked over to her, bent down and ran his finger over her nipple. She gave a shocked
encouraging gasp and bit her bottom lip.


“How can you not be ready for me?” his hoarse voice whispered desperately in her ear as he took
his other hand and pushed it between her thighs.


“Okay,” she shuddered out. “I might have told a little lie. I’m just uneasy. I always thought
Harry would be my first. I mean technically he was my first everything.”


Draco paused and frowned. He pulled his lips back and cupped her face.


“Thank you for giving me one more reason to envy Harry Potter,” Draco spoke softly caressing her
face.


Ginny was shocked. She had no idea what to say to that. She felt her mouth pull slightly open as
she searched his face.


“Why are you doing this?”


Draco bowed his head. “I want you—so much it physically hurts. I dream about night and day. I’m
going to repeat the choices I gave you a little bit ago. Get out of my head, out of my dreams, and
leave me alone—or the more appealing one for me—get into my bed.”


“I told you I have no power over the first ones—” Ginny started but Draco quickly interrupted
her.


“Ginny this is not a joke,” he snapped out harshly. “Choose one. I’m not cut out for this-these
childish games of dating and snogging. I’m not going to lie to you, I like sex and I’ve done it
quite a few times. I *don’t* beat around the bush; if I want someone I tell her. I’ve never
once been turned down so if the first is what you choose don’t expect me to be understanding. I
won’t hurt you or anything, but I will kick you out and probably make your life a living hell.”


Ginny frowned and took a deep breath, twirling her fingers into her bare side. “You aren’t very
good with being turned down are you?” she laughed hesitantly.

Draco, his face still set in an unreadable manner, stared at her, contemplating her answer. “Is
that what you’re trying to do? Turn me down?”

Ginny gave him a small smile and sat on his bed, thinking.

Draco didn’t know what to expect. Here he was standing in front of a very naked and gorgeous
fire goddess, ready to have sex with her, and there she was turning him down. If she didn’t tell
him her choice soon he was sure he’d explode.


Ginny sighed. “Draco—”


“Out of those two choices, what will it be?”


Ginny stood up and grabbed his arms, pulling him to her. She gently kissed his lips and smiled.
“How ‘bout into your bed?”


Draco looked down at her and licked his lips. “Good choice.”


He wanted to rip his clothes of then and take her, but he knew that even though she’d said she had
wanted him he would not make the first move.

Ginny stared at him and gave him a small tentative smile that quickly vanished. Shyly she slid
her hands down his chest and rested them on his lower stomach.


Draco shut his eyes and dropped his head back, forcing his neck to hold the weight of his head.
“Oh Red,” he whispered harshly.


Her fingers swept back and forth over his skin, just partially above the waistband, teasing
him.


Two more minutes of that and Draco had his fingers digging into her hips pushing her onto the
bed.


It was his turn to tease.


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“Draco,” Ginny moaned rubbing her cheek against his as he kissed her. “This isn’t fair!”


She felt him grin against her neck, and then she shuddered as he traced his tongue along the
curve.


“Why is it not fair?” he asked leaning up on his arms.


The movement caused Ginny to gasp as his jeans scrapped against her middle. He was between her
legs, on top of her, kissing her everywhere.


“I have all—” she gasped as he bit the line of her chin, “all my clothes off, a-a-and,” her
voice went up in pleasure, “you have all of yours on.”


Draco smiled gently, letting his hand trail through her red vibrant hair that seemed to accent
the black silk pillow covering. “Oh, *that’s* not fair.”


Ginny shuddered and bit her lip, tentatively brushing a finger along his mouth. “I wish you’d
smile all the time, instead of smirk and glare. You’re so beautiful when you do smile, not that you
aren’t when you don’t but—oh, oh, yes,” she whispered running her hands through his hair as he
pushed rolled his hips into hers.


“I’ll only smile for you now,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion.


His jeans were creating a heaven of pleasure with each motion. Draco, wanting to intensify the
pleasure parted her thighs further so that they touched the cool sheets of the bed.


“What are you doing?” Ginny gasped biting her lip.


He bit her lips then gave her a small kiss. “Shut-up…”


Ginny’s retort cut off as he once again placed his fully clothed body against her. Ginny sighed
heavily as his full weight rested in between her thighs.


“You feel so wonderful,” she sighed.


Ginny trailed her hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles ripple with restraint as he
kissed her. Even through his jeans she could feel his need for her and it was in that moment that
she noticed he’d stopped moving. He didn’t move his hips for so long that she became impatient and
as if magnetized she lifted up, rubbing herself against his jeans.


“Oh,” she gasped. “Wow!”


Her eyes widened in shock as pleasure rippled through her. She repeated the move again and had
to wrap her hands around his muscular arms, gripping tightly, to hold off a scream that was
threatening to erupt.


“That’s it, Ginny,” he whispered as he lifted his hips a little higher going away from her.


“Draco, please stop moving away!” she begged pushing her hips up higher so she could feel the
friction of his jeans between her.


He obliged and started grinding his swollen groin against her. He did it with an amazing
masterful ability that made Ginny’s fingers grip his black sheets tightly as she tried to keep her
eyes focused on his pleasure etched face.


“If I was inside you now, you know you would already be screaming, don’t you?” Draco gasped in
her ear before turning his mouth onto her neck and biting down.


“Arrogant bas—ah!”


She moaned as Draco trailed kisses down to the peaks of her breasts, where he stopped and
suckled, giving each one the same amount of attention.


She buried her hands in his hair, trying not to pull as she grinded her hips to his. He lazily,
while still pressing into her, twirled his tongue over her breasts, making erotic designs.

Ginny couldn’t believe how strong he was…his entire body was trembling from the force of passion
and need. He was so big over her as well, making her, for once in her life feel small and petite,
which she had never been. She genetically came from a tall family, aside from her mother, so Ginny
simply loved the fact that Draco was a good six inches taller than her.

Draco thrust against her, biting his tongue to keep from crying out in unspent lust. He lifted
his head and his eyes focused on Ginny’s face. Her eyes were closed and she was scraping her teeth
along her bottom lip.


He felt her thighs tense and tighten around his waist. He lifted his face up and stared her,
holding in a smile as he watched her try to open her eyes and fail.


“Don’t fight it, Ginny, just let it come,” he whispered.


It was bittersweet torture to him as he felt her hands slip into his pockets and push him harder
into her hips.


“Yes, oh yes,” she groaned out as he pushed himself harder against her. “Please.”


Draco stopped and lifted his shirt above his head. His hair fell back onto his head perfectly in
place. His gray eyes darkened as he looked at her. “Say my name,” he demanded softly.


Ginny lifted her eyes. “Draco,” she whispered, “please.”


“Unbutton my pants,” he said, his voice on the verge of desperation.


Ginny lifted herself up so she could reach his pants. She slowly, nervously, slid the circular
buttons out of their holes.


Draco could literally feel his eyes roll in the back of his head. Every time she slipped a
button out the back of her knuckles grazed his swollen erection. He was in hell and he loved it
there .


When she was finished she lifted her eyes up to his and slowly fell back against the cool
sheets. Draco leaned forward and rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone.


“Ginny, I’ll ask you only once, I won’t be able to stop after this…do you want to do this?”


Ginny squinted her eyes. “Do you ask this with every girl?” she squeaked.


“No. I never stop to ask—I only give them that choice before anything happens.”


“That simple,” she said nervously.


Draco searched her face. “That simple…yes or no?”


“Yes.”


Draco shut his eyes and gave out an almost animal growl as he positioned himself on top of her.
He knew as soon as he opened his eyes and saw her face that he wouldn’t be able to wait, so he
lunged, pushing past the barrier that marked her an innocent. Draco stopped and just held her as he
felt her body tense.


He gritted his teeth together. “God, you’re so small. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
he whispered against her chin and then lifted his eyes too look as a tear fell onto the curve of
her cheek.


“Ow, I-I thought you knew,” she cried.


“I knew, but I thought it was more hoping than anything. Are you okay?” he pushed the words out
and almost cried out at the tightness of her.


She shook her head no.


Draco smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “You should consider yourself lucky. Last time I
took a virgin she screamed her head off. I had to pull out because she was crying so bad.”


Ginny growled and punched him in the chest. “I really, really don’t want to discuss that at this
moment.”


“Right, sorry.”


He frowned instantly as he felt her beginning to pull away. The mood was gone and he would not
have this moment.


Not wanting to give up just yet, Draco dropped his head down, and nuzzled the side of her
breasts. He grinned as he heard her gasp in pleasure. When she slowly started pushing his hips up
he knew she was ready.


“Oh, Ginny,” he groaned as he covered her lips and with infinite gentleness he pushed into
her.


He withdrew almost all the way and slowly plunged back in. Her fingernails bit into his back as
he increased his already extremely slow tempo of his hips. Ginny was wild beneath him, trying to
get him to go faster as he continued with slow accuracy.


“Draco, please go faster!” she cried out.


She clutched him to her as the pleasure kept building, and building, until it released. She
threw her head back, lifted her hips up, and cried out. She curled her legs over his back bringing
him down harder to her as her vision turned black and as she slowly started to come down she
watched Draco move faster, his face etched with wild wanting as he pushed into her. A drop of sweat
trailed down the side of his face as he bent down to kiss her breast.


Draco shoved his fingers into her hair and gave one last thrust as he yanked her lips to his
kissing her deeply. The wonderful, raw, hunger of his kiss, and the surge of liquid that poured
into her, made Ginny gasp and clutched him tightly in wonder. Pleasure coursed through her body as
the after shocks of wonderful sex draped over them.


Draco collapsed on top of her, weak, spent. Ginny stared up at the ceiling in shock, still
trembling from the undreamed of pleasure she had felt. She trailed the tips of her fingers all over
his back to his thighs, then back up playing with the tendrils of his hair at his neck.


His head rested in her hair. He sniffed her scent in and sighed in pleasure.


Not wanting to crush her, he flipped over. Pride and smugness crashed into him as she rested her
head on his chest, still joined with him.


“That—” Draco started.


“Was amazing,” Ginny finished giggling.


Draco lifted his eyebrow. “Don’t get girly on me now. That’s true, but I was going to say that
that or rather this wasn’t a one-time thing. I hope you realize that.”


Butterflies went wild in her stomach as she stared up at him happily. “I was hoping you’d say
that.”


“I’m not making you any promises.”


“I know.”


“Good.”


Ginny grinned evilly, wanting to lighten the mood. “Oh, gosh, there is so many things I want to
try with you…” she started.


Draco, catching on, and grateful for the subject change, yanked her head to him. “Inform me,
Red,” he growled.


Ginny’s playfulness fled as she saw the intensity of his eyes. “Well, I read in books, that
shower sex can be very fun.”


Draco smirked, stood up, and yanked her arms, pulling her along with him. “Well, lets go fulfill
that fantasy shall we?”


Ginny’s eyes widened and she squealed as he flipped her over his shoulder. She kissed the curve
of his lower back. He jerked than spanked her.


“Ow, Draco, that hurt!” she cried out, trying to get up.


“Really, cause damn, when you cry out like that…”


“You’re a strange person,” Ginny concluded.

Draco grinned and walked into his bathroom.



6. I Wish I Were The Rain
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Sorry about that guys! This is the real chapter six…not sure how that happened!

Chapter Six:

Rain poured down on the ground. It was so silent Ginny could almost hear the droplets splash as
she sat in front of Draco's window. The sound and smell was soothing and she felt her body
relax even more as she rested her forehead against the cool glass. They'd been with each other
for the past two weeks since the first night, and to Ginny, things couldn't have been
better.

He'd surprised her so many times. Ginny had never expected Draco to be a romantic and still
managed to hold his dangerous, wild side at the same time. He gave her goose bumps every time he
looked at her.

She turned to look at Draco's sleeping face and sighed.

Ginny lifted herself and walked over to his sleeping form. “Draco? Wake up.”

He groaned and turned away. “Ginny, baby I'd love to, but I'm beat!”

Ginny giggled and jumped up on the bed bouncing. “Not for that! I want to go dance in the
rain!”

“What?”

“Get out of bed sleepy head,” she laughed as she continued to jump on his bed, his whole body
dipping with each bounce. “Draco, come dance in the rain with me!” she begged and leaned down to
kiss his neck. “Please?”

“No, Red! It's cold,” he groaned swiping a pillow at her before covering his eyes.

He flipped over onto his stomach to free his arm of the gentle tugging that had began as Ginny
tried to pull him from the bed.

Ginny gave a small shudder as she caught his silver eyes slit open and stare at her, his neck
turned and his lips forming a line. She bit her bottom lip and grinned as she pinched his butt,
hard.

He jerked around and glared giving her a wounded look.

“Don't be a baby! Please? Or, I won't do that thing with my tongue on your um…mm.... that
you showed me again!” She said wiggling her eyebrows.

“Let me get dressed,” Draco said almost instantly as he shot up from the bed.

“Just put your pants on! I think I might like your chest all wet and yummy,” she grinned down at
him.

“Are you going to go with out your shirt?” Draco asked sarcastically and yet hopefully.

“Oh right…why not just have a whole lot of people come out and we'll do something fun?” Ginny
snorted.

“Fine. You're lucky I have a door to the outside through here,” Draco said pulling up his
pants.

“You sure do have to pull up your pants a lot with all the stuff you do,” Ginny noted
sheepishly.

Draco smirked and chucked her under the chin. “Lets go.”

He walked over to the opposite side of the room where the door was, then opened another invisible
door.

“What is it with you and invisible doors?” Ginny grinned as she peeked over his shoulders and down
the spiral staircase.

“Go down,” he said pointing down the stairs.

Ginny lifted her brow innocently and smiled. “Draco, again?”

“That is not what I meant,” he snorted as he tried to hold back the grin that was
threatening.

“Not that you would have minded,” she laughed as she pushed past him and hopped down the
stairs.

She opened the door at the end of the staircase and the smell of warm rain splashing against cement
filled her senses. She hummed deep in her throat letting the smell swirl through her.

Even though it was raining it was slightly warm and cold at the same time. Not cold enough to start
shivering, but not warm enough to be humid.

Draco paused behind Ginny, wondering why she'd stopped. He glanced down at her lower back and
placed his hand against it, leaning over he kissed her neck and pushed her out.

The minute she stepped out her clothes were clinging to her and her hair was plastered to her
forehead.

Draco's bare chest glistened with little water droplets sliding down. Ginny grinned evilly and
leaned down catching the drop on her tongue.

“Hmm, tastes good!” she moaned against his abdomen. She lifted her eyes up from her bent position
and smiled sweetly at him. “Just as I suspected…you look like a Greek god when you're
wet.”

His muscles in his stomach flexed. “Ginny,” he groaned in warning.

She grinned and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned her head against his chest and rubbed
her check against him. “Draco, have you ever made love in the rain?”

He lifted an eyebrow and ran his fingers through her wet hair. “Are you insane? It's
dirty.”

Ginny poked out her bottom lip. “Let's experiment. Please?”

“I think I turned you into a nymphomaniac!” he grinned tugging on her hair.

“Well with a body like yours…oh god, do not let that go to your head!”

“Too late!” he pulled her to him and kissed her lips tenderly.

He pulled back; his hand cupped her face, his thumb sliding over her delicate cheekbone. He stared
at her lips wanting to kiss her again.

Ginny licked his lips and walked away. “Draco, if you want me, you have to catch me!” she
smiled.

It took him a second to register exactly what she had said and still he didn't understand.
“What?”

Ginny flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave him an impish smile. “You can do anything you
want with me if you catch me.”

He lifted an eyebrow and grinned as he descended on her. She squealed and ran. He dodged after
her.

Just as he was about to catch her Draco stopped and glanced down at himself in horror.

What was he doing? Running after her, laughing at her idiotic attempts to be in distress as he
almost caught up with her?

`This isn't me,' Draco thought to himself.

What nagged at him was that he didn't understand why it couldn't be him? Was it so wrong
that he could actually be happy for once? Was it possible for him to just forget about who he was
for once?

“Draco?” Ginny's face popped into his vision.

Her eyelashes glistened with water, her hair cupping her face, her eyes shining as she smiled up at
him.

The features on his face softened as he gazed down at her.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Ginny asked as she touched his face.

His face hardened once again and he smacked her hand away. “Ginny, this isn't—”

Ginny leaned up and kissed him hard. “Draco, don't get all cold on me again!”

“I—”

She kissed him again harder. Her tongue darted out; she stroked his tongue and then let her mouth
trail to his jaw. She traced the curve of his ear with her tongue and gently nibbled at his lobe.
Draco shuddered involuntarily.

Her breath felt like heated silk running over his skin. Her teeth nipped gently at his shoulder.
Every thought that had entered his mind now fled. She suckled at his collarbone while her hands
trailed down to his pants, unbuttoning them then sliding them off his hips.

“You are so sexy!” she laughed as she wrapped her fingers around his erection.

“Ginny,” he groaned, “this can't continue…”

Ginny had known that that was coming eventually and her heart sank that it had to come so soon.
“Right now, it can!” she whispered.

He tangled his hand in her hair and jerked her to him. “You'll regret this when it's over!”
he added and he bent his head, taking possession of her mouth.

The moment he touched her mouth need burned through him. She moaned softly. He put his hands in her
back pockets and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted herself up higher,
trying to get better access to his lips.

His hands framed her face holding her in place. He dropped his hands and tore her clothes. She
gasped in shock.

“I'll buy you new ones,” he said biting her lips.

She took a wavy sigh in and breathed out as he slid her pants off, all the while still holding her
up to him. She re-wrapped her legs around him. She dropped her head onto his shoulders and made a
soft kitten noise. Her arms cradled his head to her chest as she bent down, trusting him not to
drop her.

“Oh Draco!” she sighed.

His hands moved down her back pushing her closer into him and then with a strangled cry he lifted
her hips up and impaled her onto him. She screamed as pleasure swept through her body. He turned
and pushed her into a tree for leverage. His hands cupped her bottom grinding her down onto him.
The bark bit into her back as he pushed into her.

She caught his hair and tugged his face to hers. Ginny leaned her head back against the tree as
pleasure engulfed fully, so much in fact she thought that if she would die then, she'd die
happy. The friction as he rammed into her over and over in long, deep strokes, nearly drove her
insane.

Red was all he saw as her nails dug into his back. He could feel her mouth biting his throat
heightening his pleasure. Ginny could feel his body swelling, hardening even more.

He slowed his pace pulling almost all the way out. “Do you want me?” he gasped against her
collarbone.

“Y-yes,” she hiccupped.

“Tell me why?”

Ginny looked into his eyes, shuddering in pleasure as he continued to slowly please her.

Why was he asking her now when all she wanted was for him to continue his once fast pace? …But he
needed to know.

“You're beautiful,” she whispered against his ear grunting as his motions knocked the breath
out of her, “you put up a mean scary front, but when you let someone get close to you, you're
so tender and sweet that it brings tears to my eyes, I love the way you smell, it takes my breath
away, and I love the way you make love to me.”

His hips gained speed as she continued telling him why she wanted him. He dropped his forehead onto
her shoulders as the sound of their skin smacking together became more loud and frantic.

“And your eyes, your eyes are just wow, um-oh, yes, yes,” she moaned.

“My eyes are?” Draco coaxed slowing down.

“What is this? Every time I stop praising you, you go slower?” she groaned.

“Exactly.”

Ginny glared panting heavily. “Well then it's time I took over!”

She dropped her legs and pushed him down to the ground into a sitting position on the wet grass.
The rain continued to pound down onto them.

“Ginny,” he growled as he swept wet mud that had splattered on him away.

“What's the matter? Don't like it when you aren't in control. It's my turn,” she
grinned as she straddled his hips.

He gritted his teeth and leaned back as she slowly slid down his length. “Ginny, don't play
with me!”

Ginny pushed down faster. “Why? I thought you liked me `playing' with you!”

He jerked her down to him and glared into her eyes. He turned her over, pulling her arms above her
head. His eyes darkened, his hands pushed between them stroking her.

Draco looked down at her and Ginny sucked in a breath. She had never seen his eyes look like that
and she looked quite a bit. Dark and dangerous, predatory like. She shuddered in fear and
excitement as he surged into her. Her shocked cry was muffled against his shoulder as he pushed
harder; pain and pleasure filled her as his hips smacked against hers.

“Ow, Draco!” Ginny moaned pushing her hips up to meet his.

He was being rough; he had never been this rough. She was excited and scared at the same time, but
fear took over. Just once, almost as if to see what he would do Ginny tried to move away, but he
gave a low warning growl stopping her. So she caressed his back, wrapping her legs around his hips,
accepting his fast hard pace.

He pushed his mouth opened and bit her tongue. She cried out in protest, as she tasted blood
flowing from their mouths.

Draco stopped at the coppery taste and searched her eyes. She smiled and hugged him to her. He
continued, but slower with more care this time. They kept eye contact as he pushed into her. She
wrapped her hand around his neck, baring her teeth, bringing his forehead to hers, as she rolled
her hips up to his.

“Oh,” she sighed kissing his lips.

She kissed him so tenderly that Draco's eyes wavered with emotion. Their skin was sliding
against each other, slick and hot.

Ginny thought if they were any hotter, steam would be coming off them. She licked the side of his
neck tasting the rain. He drove into her suddenly hard again, forcing her faster. She lifted her
hips higher and tighter to his as he plunged. She scraped her nails down his back as she dug her
heels into the ground, screaming as she erupted over the edge.

“Draco,” she whispered breathlessly.

He pushed one last time, exploding inside her. The force of it tore a groan from both their mouths
and he buried his face into her hair. The only sound they could hear was their ragged breathing and
the pitter-patter of rain smacking onto the ground.

Ginny laughed as Draco rolled over grinning.

“That was wonderful!” she giggled. “Absolutely, wonderfully, phenomenal!”

“You weren't so bad yourself!”

Ginny snorted. “Please, most of it was me.”

“Whatever!” he said as he got up, pulling Ginny with him. “Lets go to bed.”

Ginny walked slowly in front of him swaying her hips. He growled and spanked her. She yelped and
ran.

“You still owe me some clothes!” she hollered. “We're going shopping tomorrow!”

Draco threw his head back and groaned.

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7. Repent
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Chapter Seven: Repent

Ginny opened her eyes and sneezed.

“Bless you,” Draco towered over her, his voice lulled with sleep.


Ginny scrunched her nose and stared up at him. He was naked and his hair was rumpled and he
still looked beautiful. “Were you watching me sleep?”


“Maybe,” he said and turned to pull his pants on.


Ginny shook her head and teased. “There you go again, putting on your pants!”


Draco turned and gave a sexy half grin stealing Ginny’s breath. It was a rare treat that he
graced upon her, but it usually took a lot more for her to get him to grin that way. “What can I
say? I guess I’m just—” he paused.


“A stud muffin?”


Draco squinted his eyes at her, his lip curled showing his distaste for the phrase Ginny had
used. “Well, ah, I wasn’t going to say *that*!”


Ginny grinned and sat up letting the sheets fall down her chest, taking great pleasure
shuddering by just looking at her bare chest. “But it works.”


He took in a breath. “Yeah,” he whispered as he turned his eyes away.


Ginny plopped back down into the bed. “Can we just not show up for class?”


“Gin, don’t you think it would look strange if both of us were missing and none of our *so
called* friends had seen us all day?”


“What do you mean *so called*?”

Draco sighed and dropped his hands to his side, still holding his black long sleeved shirt. “I
wasn’t speaking for you.”

Ginny frowned at his back. Slowly she lifted herself up and walked over to him, wrapping her
arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulders.


She kissed the nape of his neck. Draco gave a soft groan as he felt her naked body plastered to
his back. He leaned lightly into her, getting lost in her smell.


“Draco, you are a great person, you know that right?”


Draco sighed and pulled away. “No I’m not. You don’t know me Ginny, you just know one side of
me.”


“But I—”

Draco dropped his shirt in his hands and turned to her, giving her a warning look. “Ginny, leave
it alone. If I were a great person then I wouldn’t have the dark mark would I? If I were so bloody
damn great I would have never touched you, tainted you, like I had planned in the beginning!”

“You were pushed into it!” she argued.


“How do you know that?” he asked angrily walking away from her. “How do you know I didn’t want
it? Ginny, I’ve killed people.”


Ginny looked at him in shock. “Why would you lie about something like that?”


Draco bent his head. “Why indeed?”


‘Why did you tell her?’ Draco scolded himself.


*She needed to know.*


Ginny walked up to him, pushing her face into his. She was so close he could feel her lips
brushing against his, but their bodies weren’t touching.


She closed one eye then opened it and then closed the other.


Amusement took him by surprised as he watched her do this. “What are you doing?” he asked, and
with every word his lips brushed against hers.


“Trying to see if you’re lying.”


He pushed her back hard. “Damnit Ginny, I’m not lying! You want to see the research I did on the
people I killed? They were my *missions*! I have pictures of everyone one of them. Ten of them
all together and not once did I fail.”


He stalked over to a dresser door and pulled out a box that had ‘Missions’ scribbled on the
top.


“Want to take a peak?” he snarled angrily.


Ginny eyes’ watered. He wasn’t lying. “You didn’t want to do them.”


“So you believe me now!” His hard laughter sounded dead.


“Draco, you were forced into it. YOU didn’t have a choice. You were tricked.”


“That’s right Ginny, just keep telling yourself that,” Draco sneered.


*He couldn’t have!*

*
Not her Draco.*

*Not her sweet, funny, thorough lover!*


She sat down on the bed, her mouth opened in shock. “Draco, I—” she lifted her eyes up to see
him handing her clothes too her.


“Here. You better go,” he said coldly.


“Why? Why?” she asked frantically, saying the last more calmly.

“I didn’t want him to kill my mother,” he whispered, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

In the beginning, the first time he and Ginny had done anything Draco wanted to end it right
after that, but it lead to more and more contact with her. Before he knew it he was taken and he
couldn’t lose her the way he’d lost his mother.


Of course, his mother wasn’t dead, but the day he had killed that first time, so that he could
save her life, was the day he had truly lost her.


Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Draco’s saddened eyes. “Oh god, he used your love
for your mother against you?”


“Don’t you sympathize and make excuses for me, do you understand,” he glared and Ginny knew the
old Draco was slowly coming back. “Get out of here!” he yelled causing her to yelp.


Ginny stood up, ignoring the clothes, and reached for his face. “Draco—” she cried.


His eyes darkened in anger. “I said get out! Or do I have to throw you out and if I have to do
that, I will throw you out without your clothes. Do you understand?”


Ginny leaned on her tiptoes and kissed him gently on his lips, the sweetness of it wrenched his
heart. She gathered her clothes, threw them on sloppily, and walked out.


“Ginny,” he whispered agonizingly then lifted the knife he had in his dresser drawer and threw
it across the room with perfect precision.


------------------------------------


She didn’t have time to go to her room and change, or take a shower like she wanted to. Luckily
she had taken three, wonderful ones with Draco that previous night. She sighed, hugging
herself.


*What was she going to do?*


*It’s not up to you to do anything.*


*But you love him don’t you?*


*I have feelings for him, but it’s not love.*


*Yet anyway.*


*Why does it have to be ‘yet’?*


*Because he’s the kind of person you could love.*


Ginny gave a bitter laugh as she turned the corner. “What is love anyway?”


“Love you ask, my dear?” popped out Nearly Headless Nick.


“Oh god! Sir Nicholas? You scared me!” Ginny gasped holding her hand to her chest.


“Sorry dear,” he glanced at her in a puzzled manner. “What’s this about love? Is it troubling
you?”


“You’re old,” Ginny stated, slumping her shoulders.


He lifted his eyebrow. “Obviously. I’m dead.”


“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean you’re experienced with that sort of
stuff? So could you tell me what love is?”


Nick smiled at her. “Love? I don’t think there really is a definition of it, an *accurate*
one anyway. I suppose you could classify love as everything. Love, hate, anger, lust, and all the
emotions you can think of. When you’re in love it always starts with something. For you it was
hate, then anger, then lust, that’s when you started questioning your feelings.”


“H-how did you know that?”


“I’m a ghost. I saw your lessons with the young Malfoy. I saw him look at you and you to him. It
was obvious that there was something there. In my experience with love, I’ve always had to
sacrifice one thing or another.”


“It’s always about sacrifice.”


Nick lifted his eyebrow. “You are too young to be making that assumption. I just simply stated
in my experiences, but the sacrifices were worth it, every time. What is that little saying? ‘It is
better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.’ Something like that then,” he
brought his transparent hand up to stroke his chin.


He sighed and smiled down at her, continuing his definition. “Lust is a feeling of intense
desire and attraction that can build into something so beautiful as love, but that’s my opinion.
Everyone sees it as something different. Eh—” he waved his hand in dismissal, “it’s a touchy
subject, and a lot of people would disagree the way I see it—as one big sacrifice. Sometimes it’s
worth it, sometimes it isn’t, and sometimes you love someone so much that you’d give your life for
them.”


Ginny laughed a bit. “God that must be some kind of love. To love someone so deeply and so
completely…thank you!”


He bowed his head and drifted off with his hands behind his back and his chin pointed in the
air.


She gave a slight grin and sauntered over to the great hall.


“Ginny, where have you been?” Ron pounced on her instantly as she sat down next to her
brother.


“Gee, Ron, I wasn’t aware that I had to check up with you!”


“Yes, you do and you bloody better well do it next time!” he scolded.


Ginny turned her head sighed. “You don’t own me.”


“I’m your brother Ginny, it’s my job to look after you!”


“And you remind me so many times of that detail.”


Ron frowned.


Ginny turned and began eating.


Then suddenly as if on instinct as if she knew the moment he had entered, she lifted her head up
and met Draco’s probing gray eyes. Her stomach fliped and he gave her a grim look as he walked over
to his table.


Forbidden.


The word clung to the sides of her mind as the events of what just happened replayed in her
mind.


God! Everything about them was forbidden, everything they were together was so far beyond the
line that…Ginny didn’t even have a word for it.


Weasley, Malfoy—they didn’t match and they never would.


It’s just an attachment to him anyhow.


‘Are you sure that’s only what it is?’ Ginny asked herself.


*Of course, what else could it be?*


After breakfast the day pretty much went by in a daze and before Ginny knew it, it was time for
her another broom lesson with Draco. Her nerves were shot by the time she got there. Her palms were
sweaty and her heart was beating rapidly. At one point during the day she had almost forgotten
about the lesson, almost, but that was because she’d accidentally bumped into him.


She turned, feeling him near by, and her breath caught as she watched him saunter up to her. The
urge to kiss him filled her entire being.


Oh how she’d wanted to taste those lips all day.


He looked at her and held out his broom. “You’re doing it by yourself today.”


Ginny bent her head down and knew he didn’t want to touch her. She didn’t understand why though,
she had been craving his touch all day. It wasn’t fair that he could act this way and she couldn’t.
Before she knew it she pushed the broom away and wrapped her arms around his neck.


Draco’s whole body went rigid as he tensed up. He wrapped his arms around hers and yanked them
down, glaring at her. “Ginny, not here.”


She jerked her arms out of his and re-wrapped them around his neck, tightly. “I think I’m going
through withdrawal,” she laughed slightly. “Imagine that! I’m addicted to you and I don’t care
about what you did. I don’t care.”


Draco sighed, not bothering to detach her again. “But you should.”


“No, nothing you can say will make me love you less. You love your mother so much and anyone
with that kind of love is a great person,” she whispered against his neck then smiled as she felt
him shudder.


Draco felt his eyes widen.


‘Did she just say she loved me?’ his mind raced, ‘No way.’


“If I could do it over though…I think I either would have let him kill her, or I would have
taken her away.”


“But that’s not your fault! You were, are, young and impressionable. You didn’t want to loose
your mother. I probably would have done the same thing.”


“Listen to this, I’m being consoled and coddled by a sixteen year old girl.”


“Hey! You’re only one year older than I am.”


“I love my mother, but I would have, should have done it differently,” he sighed, finally giving
up and hugging her closer to him. “You know, that if we get caught hugging it’ll be all over the
school in matter of seconds.”


“I don’t care if you don’t,” she grinned pulling her head back and smiling at him.


He grinned down at her. “I give up. Why don’t we give them something to talk about?”


“Why don’t we?” she smiled.


He bent down and kissed her tenderly on the lips.


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“Hey, Ron, isn’t that your sister?” someone yelled.

Ron turned, smiling towards the voice and as soon as he saw his baby sister embraced in his
enemies’ arms his smile turned to a frown, then to anger.



8. Everybody Wants You
----------------------


Chapter Eight: Everybody Wants You


“Ron, don’t say anything to her! Wait to see if she comes to you,” Hermione pleaded clutching
her best friends arm as tightly as she could.


With his face red and his knuckles white from clutching his books so tightly Ron whipped his
head around to look at Hermione, then quickly. “Look at her! She’s kissing Malfoy!”


“And it looks like she likes it. I repeat, let her come to you! Or she will never talk to you
again. I know these things.”

Ron turned and glared. “How the hell do you know…”


“Because I know you and I know Ginny. Your tempers clash, trust me.”


Ron snorted. “Yeah right! You know everything…the bookworm,” he yelled.


Hermione gritted her teeth and was about to say something when someone cut her off. The voice
was booming with hardcore anger.


“You better have a damn good reason for yelling at her like that Ronald Weasley!”


Ron stiffened and turned to glare at Harry.


Harry looked livid with anger, his eyes flashing dangerously, his teeth clenched and his fists
ready.


Ron sighed. “I don’t. Hermione, I’m sorry!”


“It’s fine! It’s true!”


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“Wow,” Ginny gasped as she pulled away from Draco. “That was just—wow!”


Draco leaned in for another kiss and grinned against her lips. “Thank you.”


“You smug bas—”


He pecked her swiftly on the mouth, cutting off her words. “Okay, on the broom.”


“Aren’t you going to get on first?”


Draco bent his head down hiding a smile. “Is that the only reason why you did that whole scene?
So you wouldn’t have to go on by yourself?”


Ginny twirled her fingers. “Partly…I’m just kidding. I-I thought since we, you know, made up,
you wouldn’t make me go on by myself!”


“Sorry, no cigar! Get on.”


Ginny pouted and poked him in the chest. “No sex for you tonight mister!”


Draco chuckled smugly. “We’ll see!”


She huffed over to the broom and leapt on. It wavered slightly, but she managed to balance it
with an ease that Draco noted proudly.


Draco grinned. “You’re all ready getting better!”


“Only because I have good teachers.”


“Maybe…but remember I taught you in an extra subject,” Draco smirked knowingly.


Ginny blushed and turned her head to the side giving him a playful glare. “You’re bad.”


“Fly!” he demanded.


She sighed and slowly lifted herself up. Her breath caught in her throat as she got higher and
higher.


*I want to impress him.*


*I want him to be impressed.*


Ginny picked up speed, bending down the way Draco had showed her, bowing her head, and just
letting the wind slice through her hair. She felt weightless as she went faster.


“Whoa, Gin! Don’t go too fast,” Draco yelled then sighed, please, “You’re doing wonderful.”


“Nice job, Ginny!” Harry yelled from out of nowhere. “Ron, do you know how long it’s taken her
to do that? She wouldn’t do that for me! Whoa, she looks like she belongs up there!” he said,
pleased, as he veiled his hand over his eyes.


Draco tensed as he saw Ron at the corner of his eye.


“Nice going, Gin!” Ron yelled then without turning to meet Draco’s eyes he whispered, still
smiling up at his sister, “You ever touch my sister again and I’ll kill you!”


Draco jerked his head towards Ron. “Oh, Ronnie boy, I’ve done more than just touch her, I took
her virginity!” he spoke dangerously.


The color drained from Ron’s face.


“Ron!” Harry pulled him back. “Merlin!”


Ron was more in shock than he was mad. “S-she would never let you touch her like that! You’re
disgusting…she’s so much better than you.”


Draco cast his eyes down, suddenly not wanting to fight with mop of red hairpiece of dead weight
meat anymore. “You’re right, she is so much better than I am, I consider myself lucky that she ever
let me show her what Potter had the chance to show her for four years. I’m glad you never gave her
a chance.”


“You son of—if I find out that you raped her—” Ron suddenly hollered.


He jerked from Harry’s grip and punched Draco hard in the face. The force of the hit jerked him
off his feet and he fell.


Ginny frowned down at the scene and swiftly zoomed down.


“I didn’t!” Draco yelled. “I don’t want to fight you!”


“Wow! That’s a first! What’s the matter? Scared I might kick the shit out of you?” Ron yelled
sarcastically as he lifted his foot to kick him in the ribs.

Draco stopped his foot and turned it causing Ron to collapse instantly to the floor. “It’s
called respect, you asshole! I have respect for you sister and THAT is why I won’t swing at
you!”

“I think my heart has stopped…the sleaze boy’s gotten morals,” Ron sneered.


“Stop it, Ron!”


He turned swiftly towards his angry sister. He leapt up and went towards her, but stopped as he
saw the distant look in her eyes as she watched him. It was then he knew then that he should have
listened to Hermione.


“Why did you do this?” Ginny’s voice trembled, but had a calmness that made Ron’s heart
sink.


Draco pulled himself up. “It’s okay. I’m fine!”


“That’s not the point…Ron, I know you saw me kissing him. You know, I-I’d understand if no one
else saw that I have feelings for him, but you, you’re my brother. You should have seen it!”


“Ginny, you can’t have feelings for something like that!”


Ginny gave him a solemn look. “He’s not an ‘it’ Ron. When are you going to grow up, huh? When
are both of you going to realize that you don’t have to fight all the time?” she directed at both
of them.


“He needs to grow up too, Ginny.”


She shook her head. “No, Ron, he is grown up, because he didn’t swing back at you! It takes a
*man*, to not swing in a fight when he’s being beaten down, it takes a *man* to look the
enemy in the eye and say ‘you’re not worth it, I won’t fight you.’ ”


“*I’m* not worth it?” Ron yelled and his eyes blazed. “Oh, would you choose him over your
own brother.”


Draco sucked in his breath. “That’s not what I want, I—”


“Shut-up, Malfoy!”


“Don’t talk to him like that! Only I can talk to him like that!” Ginny finally started
yelling.


“Hey!” Draco started.


“Shut-up,” she yelled then returned a surprise stare toward her brother. “Are you giving me an
ultimatum?”


Ron pursed his lips. “What if I was? What would you do?”


Tears filled Ginny’s eyes. “I would choose my brother, but my respect for you would be
non-existent if you made me give up the one person that I truly—that I—” she stopped and turned her
head away from them.


“That you what?” Ron gritted out.


Ginny took in a shuddering breath refusing too look at Draco. “That I love, with all my heart,”
finally she brought her eyes to Draco’s face.


He was staring at her in shock.


“I-I love him.”

They had whispered words of love during their lovemaking and few times before, but they hadn’t
meant anything really. This felt different to Draco, perhaps it was because he could see the
devotion in her eyes, or it may have been the way her body leaned towards his direction
unintentionally.

He let out an irregular breath as he shook his head. “No! He’s right, you can’t love someone
like me!”


“But I can, and I do, and I’m sorry if that makes you feel uncomfortable. I *don’t expect*
you to give *anything* in return! Don’t feel obligated to say anything back, I just wanted you
to know, that you are a person that can be loved, despite your past,” her voice cracked as she went
closer to him.


Draco glared. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” his voice trembled.


“Ginny,” Ron called.


She turned slowly.


“Tell me you love him again, so I can see your face,” Ron insisted.


She gave him a questioning look.


“Gin, just do it.”


“I love him.”


Ron stared at her face and sighed after two minutes, as if he saw what he didn’t want to see. He
gave his head a shake. “Damn! Okay, I’ll stop.”


Ginny turned her head and looked at him. “What?”


“I won’t make you choose. I can see it plainly on your face that you love him. I understand.
I’ll back away, but I refuse to back fully out!”


She shook her head and gave a laugh. “I would never, ever, want you to!”


She gave a scream and launched herself into his arms.


“I still don’t like the fact that you choose *him* to fall in love with,” Ron growled.


Ginny pulled back, laughed, and ruffled his hair. “You are such an idiot!”


Ron gave one last grim look towards Draco and walked away.


“Ginny—I…” Draco started.


“Need time to think?” Ginny asked walking over to him.


He shook his head.


“I understand. I needed time to think about it too,” she said leaning up and kissing the corner
of his mouth. “Seeya tonight?”


“Um, yeah,” he whispered as he watched her walk away.


“Hey Draco baby!” Giselle’s voice filled his ears. “Long time no see. So how’s it been with
‘Red’?”


From a distance Ginny watched as the brown haired girl draped herself over him. Her heart
clenched as she watched a smile spread across his face.


She turned with a frown and walked away with her arms wrapped around her waist. The wind was
caressing her cheeks as if comforting her.


*Trust him, Ginny.*


*Has he given me a reason to?*


*Has he given you a reason not to?*


*No.*


*So trust him.*


*She smiled and walked away with her head up.*


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“So, what do you want to do?” Giselle asked as trailed her hand suggestively down his
stomach.


He snatched her hand and threw it away.


“Ah…don’t be a spoilt sport!” she pouted. “I want to have some fun.”


Draco gave her a mean look and pushed her aside. “Giselle, not now.”

Giselle looked at his retreating back, pouting she scoffed. “You’re in love with her! Well I’ll
be damned.”

“I’m not in love with her! I *feel* for her.”


“Oh do not give me that grade A movie shit! You love her and it scares you to death.”

“Giselle, don’t make me hurt you,” he growled.

She gulped, knowing he would do it. “Draco, talk to me! No matter what you think, I’m more than
a fuck buddy…well I’m not even that anymore…but I’m still your friend. You *talk, I*
listen!”


“Friend?” he asked trying to sound malicious.


Giselle tried to meet his eyes. “Friends!”

He took a deep breath. “Lets talk.”



9. Now
------


Chapter Nine: Now


“Draco? Are you here?” Ginny whispered as she opened his invisible door.


The moment she went in she smelled a similar smell that of her perfume. That crisp, yet soft
smell of an assortment of flowers nearly knocked her off her feet. It smelled wonderful, and it was
dark?


Dark?


“Are the lights broken?” Ginny asked. “Draco, are you in here?”


Candle flames ignited all over the room, engulfing it in a sensual warm glow… He was lying
lazily on the bed, with his black satin sheet draped over his middle, and no shirt. His hair was
boyishly draped across his eyebrow and a smirk was plastered on his lips.


Ginny leaned against the doorway. “Oh-we…hot!” she hissed.


“Come here!” Draco grinned.


Taking a second to compose her racing heart she paused in the middle of his room, placing a hand
over her chest, and gazing at him. It was almost as if the encounter with Ron hadn’t happened, as
if Draco hadn’t left with that brown haired girl instead of with her.


She quickly shook her head. She needed to give him the benefit of the doubt and not make
assumptions, but it was still hard.


Ginny walked seductively over to the bed and straddled his thighs. “A-are you naked under
there?”


“Why don’t you lift the sheets and find out?”


Ginny nipped the tip of the sheets with her fingers and peaked through. Her face flamed with a
deep blush before she grinned and licked her lips in pleasure.


“You are so sexy,” she whispered shyly biting her lip.


Draco pushed himself up and laced his fingers through her hair, bringing her face down to his.
He nibbled the side of her lips then traveled down to her neck.


“Draco,” Ginny moaned softly. “W-where did you get my perfume?”


“I made it. I found out what you did with that potion!”


Ginny jerked back and shrieked. Draco flinched and gave her an exasperated look. She yanked him
into her arms and hugged him hard.


“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was almost out! You are so smart!” Ginny praised as she
kissed him over and over again on his cheeks and lips.


“I wrote it down for you and made you some extra bottles. They’re over on my desk,” Draco nodded
his head towards the direction.


Ginny went to get up, but Draco turned her into the bed. Her face in the pillow, her hands
pinned behind her back, and a gasp escaped her mouth as she felt his hands run along the curve of
her bottom.


“W-what are you doing?”


“You can get the perfume when we’re finished,” Draco whispered his voice hoarse, his eyes
traveling down her backside.


“No, why am I on my belly instead of my back,” she asked.


Draco lifted her shirt up and kissed her lower back. Ginny jerked slightly.


“You have much to learn.”


Ginny turned her head to the side. “As long as you’re the one to teach me…y-you are going teach
me, right?”


Draco’s eyes twinkled as he looked at the side of her face. “Definitely!”


Ginny giggled as she felt his hand slide over the curve of her back. She sighed contently,
letting his hands travel over her, massaging her shoulders, her neck, her back. She shut her eyes
in pleasure.


“That feels wonderful. You hands are phenomenal,” she whispered.


Draco slowly pulled her shirt up, slightly lifting her upper body so he could get it past her
head. He pulled her pants half way down her bottom, but didn’t take them all the way off.


“Here,” Ginny said lifting up slightly to unbutton her pants, but Draco stopped her with his
hand.


“If I see you fully naked I won’t be able to give you this massage,” he spoke with softness that
seemed to run though her skin.


“O-okay,” she stuttered and squealed when she felt something cold and gooey pool at her back.
“What is that?”


“It’s edible massage oil,” Draco murmured.


“Edible? What’s it taste like?”


Draco dipped his finger in the oil and brought it to her lips, expecting her to just lick it
off. He got more than he bargained for when she popped his finger into her mouth and gently suckled
until he thought he would burst.


“Ginny,” he croaked out.

She released his finger and gave him an impish grin. “Mm, coconut.” She pushed her arms up and
rested her head down on the pillow. “You loved it!”

“Every second,” he added making Ginny giggle.


By the time he was done with the massage he could tell by her breathing that she was drifting
off to sleep. He sat on her side looking at her turned face and frowning at the sight of her hand
curled under chin. That innocent sleep that graced everyone was that tiny bit of Ginny that Draco
knew then that he would be happy for the rest of his life just watching her.


Draco sighed, turned on his back, and fell down on the bed beside her. He reached up for a piece
of her hair and twirled it in his fingers. He was turned on beyond reason, but he didn’t want to
wake her, so he labored his breathing and drifted off to sleep while playing with her hair.


----Two hours later


Ginny’s eyes popped open, stretched, and then turned to look at Draco. He had let her sleep. She
had known how turned on he was.


“Oh Draco,” she whispered and reached over to his nightstand.


She grinned suddenly as an evil thought appeared like a light bulb blinking on and off in her
head.


“Dormio,” she said waving his wand. “I want you to wake up coming.”


She pulled his pants down, not bothering to go slow because of the sleeping spell she’d put on
him. She tore her pants off then straddled his thighs. Applying friction between their hips so as
to arouse him, Ginny had to brace her arms on either side of his head to hold back the tremors that
zipped through her abdomen.

She was grateful that it was easy to get sex on the brain in sleep. Feeling his cock surge to
life Ginny held back a grunt of pleasure and pushed him into her. She shuddered; her eyes closing
half way as she brought her hands down her sides and placed them on Draco’s muscular stomach for
leverage. She slowly started lifting herself up and down on top of him.

He hardened even more and Ginny bit her lip, riding out her sudden tremors of an orgasm.


Even in sleep he wanted her.


Ginny felt giddy with her new found information as she rolled her hips into his. She bit her lip
and gasped slightly, her fingers unintentionally curling and scratching him. She rolled her hips
faster, getting excited.


“Oh, almost there, I-I can’t wait to see your face!” Ginny gasped and bowed her head back as she
felt the pressure building. “Oh! Yes! Exsuscito!” she screamed as she pounded on him.


The spell instantly woke him, his eyes darting to hers as he felt an orgasm whip through him. He
jerked his hips up pushing higher into her as he groaned. He yanked her hips down, holding her in
place as he came.


“Merlin!” he cried out as he fell back to the bed, panting.


Ginny, still slightly breathless, grinned down at him. “Hi.”


Draco looked at her still breathing heavily. He shook his head to stop his eyes from rolling
into the back of his head.


“Good way to wake up isn’t it?”


Draco laughed. “The best.”


“Wasn’t it though?” Ginny yawned and pulled herself off of him.


“How’d you pull it off?”


“Dormio,” she sighed falling on to his chest.


He curled his arm around her neck, pulling her face into the crook of his neck, gently nuzzling
their faces together. She draped her arm over him and hugged him tightly.


“I love you,” she whispered drifting off to sleep.


Draco glanced down at her face and knew he would never get tired of hearing her say that. “I
love you too.”




10. All Over You
----------------


Chapter Ten: All Over You


“Momma? What are you doing here?” Ginny gasped as saw her mother and father walking up the
bleachers.


“We came to visit and found out there was a Quidditch match between Slytherin and
Gryffindor.”


Ginny turned to look at Draco as he cleaned his broom, preparing to start the match.


Ginny shook her head nervously. “I-I can see that!”


Draco glanced up in her direction and gave her a knowing look. Ginny jerked her head slightly
towards her parents. Her stomach fluttered as he turned his face to her parents. He was so gorgeous
all he had to do was turn his head and Ginny felt weak in the knees.


*My mouth is watering. You’ve got it so bad girl.*


*Oh, look at the way he moves. He’s so athletic.*


*Oh look! He snuck me a smile.*


Ginny giggled out loud and turned her chin to her shoulder. Ginny quickly turned her giggle off
as she noticed Molly and Arthur giving her a strange look. She straightened her back to an up right
position to show that her attention was on the match, but in all actuality it was on Draco. If her
parents had thought something was wrong they would have noticed that she never once took her eyes
off of Draco.




“Ginny, are you all right dear?” Molly asked.


Ginny still looking at Draco, “I’m fine.”


“Who are you looking at?”


“Oh, honey, leave her alone. She’s probably eyeing Harry,” Arthur butted in, smiling
proudly.


Ginny sighed in relief when her mother, for once, took her fathers’ advice.


“Yeah, *that’s* who she’s looking at,” Ron teased as he sat himself down beside her.


Ginny glared and made a motion with her finger that was very unbecoming of what society
classified as a lady.


She knew she had it bad…she was all ready head over heels in love with him and she knew she was
falling way deeper than that.


*Forever and ever!*


Ginny shook her head, knowing Draco wasn’t a forever and ever type of guy. She had excepted that
when he hadn’t returned her ‘I love you,’ last night, but she’ll never forgot the way she had woken
up in the morning to see his hand bunched in her hair and his head sleeping against her chest. He
looked like an angel, his dark aura that usually followed him had vanished and she got to see the
light in him.


She scraped her teeth against her bottom lip as she remembered how she had kissed him awake. He
had responded by lifting her up into his arms and taking her to his huge bathtub.


Ginny pinned her eyes to Draco once more. His usually gel stiff hair was ruffled from the wind;
his cheeks were flushed from concentrating and chasing the snitch. She frowned as she saw Harry
hovering directly above him, his eyes searching back and forth rapidly. Then Ginny saw it, the one
thing that Draco had been working his arse off to catch while playing against Harry.


“See it,” she whispered.


“What?” Arthur asked.


She ignored him and concentrated on Draco. “See it, baby! See it!”


As if on cue Draco jerked his head towards the direction of the snitch and zoomed straight up.
Harry obviously didn’t expect him to see it or to be so fast.


“YES! Whoa!” Ginny screamed as she jerked herself up to a standing position.


Her scream was so piercing that it caused her brother to jerk back and glare at her. “Ginny!
Wrong team!”


Ginny’s eyes widened as she saw Draco stop and stare at her, a small, very pleased smirk on his
face at her outburst. “Um…err I was just cheering for Harry to hurry up!”


She sighed as they looked awkwardly at her and shrugged, turning their attention back to the
game.


Draco was still grinning at her, seemingly he had forgotten about the snitch. Ginny bugged her
eyes out and gave a small point in the direction of the snitch and Harry. Draco just shook his head
and stared at her. Ginny sucked her lip as she watched him watching her. Her heart stopped as his
eyes engulfed her in a pool of grayness.


A horn blew, making Ginny jerk.


“Harry Potter as caught the snitch! Final score: Gryffindor 170, Slytherin 100.”


Ginny gave Draco a sad look and felt her eyes becoming wet.


He had wanted to beat Harry so badly.


He jerked his head in the direction toward the castle as he flew past her, making swift eye
contact with her. He ignored the glares he received from his team and held his head high as he
walked out of the stadium.


“Um, Mum, Dad? I have to go do something…how long will you be here?”


“For a day,” Arthur replied.


“Oh, good! Um…I’ll see in a few hours.”


“Ginny, what is it that you have to do?”


Ginny pulled her lip to the side and cringed, and then turned back around. “Um, it’s a—it’s a
secret.”


“Okay then,” Molly smiled.


As soon as she was out of their sight she dashed towards the castle, only to be whipped around
behind the stadium.


“Draco!” she whispered breathlessly as he leaned her up against the side of the stadium. “Why
didn’t you catch the snitch? You could have won!”


Draco leaned his forehead against hers. “I did. You cheered for me!”


Ginny giggled lightly and brought her lips to his. “Did you see the way I jumped up? I was so
embarrassed!”


“I think everyone saw it. When your brother yelled ‘Ginny, wrong team,’ it was priceless! Thank
you,” he whispered kissing her more urgently.


Ginny cradled his face in her hands as he kissed her. He ran his hand up and down her back,
caressing her. She gave a sigh and leaned her head back as he began trailing kisses down her
neck.


“Oh Draco, I love you,” she gasped as he kissed her collarbone.


Draco smiled, not saying anything as he continued to kiss her. Suddenly her whole body went
rigid and he lifted his head up.


“Ginny? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Draco asked almost frantically.


Her eyes were wide in fear as she looked over his shoulders. He slowly turned around to stare
his father in the eye.


He placed one of his hands into his pocket; Ginny had latched onto his other one, and looked
down at his feet. “What are you doing here?”


Lucius’ eyes were piercing the crown of his sons’ head. Ginny shuddered. Just looking at the man
was enough to make a person keel over and die. He was gorgeous, of course he was, Draco was too,
but Lucius was an evil that you could smell. A walking, talking evil that made her blood run
cold.


“Is that anyway to greet your father?”


Draco gave a grim look as he continued to look down at his feet.


“May I ask what you are doing with the youngest Weasley?”


Draco smirked and looked up. “Gee *Dad*, I figured what with how old you are I wouldn’t
have to explain the birds and the bees to you!”


Lucius’ gaze intensified and Ginny saw Draco gulp, but he didn’t back away. Ginny looked at him
with pride and love.


*He’s so brave.*


*Oh how she loved him.*


Draco watched his fathers’ gaze fall towards Ginny and the look in his eyes made Draco turn to
look at her as well. He saw it. Pure love etched her face, love, and pride, everything he had
missed in his life, coming from one person. He couldn’t believe that one person could hold so
much.


“Ginny,” he croaked out.


Ginny’s eyes jerked slightly as she focused. She glanced towards his father and turned her
frightened eyes towards the ground.


*Oh how she despised him.*


*She has so much love, but just as much hate.*


*He got her love.*


“What’s going on here?” a voice boomed.


“Daddy!” Ginny gasped.


*Oh great! It’s gone from extremely bad to worse.*


“Ginny, what’s going on?” Molly asked calmly.


Draco watched her fathers’ eyes trail down the length of their arms and stop on their clasped
hands. He instantly dropped her hand. He soon wished he hadn’t from the look Ginny gave him.


Ginny took in a shuddering breath as she answered her mother. “Draco and I have been seeing each
other since, well a little past, the middle of the year.”


“Schools almost over! Bloody—how many days were they alone?” Arthur’s voice started rising.


“Well, almost everyday,” Ginny whispered.


Molly took a more calm approach. “What your father means is—”


Tears filled Ginny’s eyes as it dawned on her what they were asking. “If we had sex?”


“Oh, my, God!” Arthur roared.


“Calm down, Arthur!” Molly hollered. “How many times?”


“T-that’s none of your business!” Ginny screamed.


“Oh, I’m afraid it is! As long as you live under our roof everything you do is our
business.”


“I’m not pregnant if that’s what you’re asking!”


“How do you know?” Molly asked.


“I did a test just yesterday!”


“How. Many. Times,” Arthur’s voice dulled with anger.


Ginny shivered. She had never seen her father like this. Ever.


“Um…” her face turned scarlet. “Since the beginning.”


She turned to look at Draco for some support and did a double take. “Draco? Where—”


He was gone along with his father.


“Ginny! Pay attention.”


“D-did you see where Draco went?”


Molly gave an irritated grunt. “No. I think we need to have a very long talk with out *him*
anyway.”


“No! It’s about him and me! Not just me!” Ginny’s voice yelled frantically.


*Where did they go?*


*Oh please let him be all right.*


There was no telling what Lucius was capable of.


*Please be okay!*


To Be Continued…


Again, I didn’t make a lot of changes. This is almost done and then I can start revising A Day
Without Rain and adding new chapters. ~Aya




11. The First To Let Go
-----------------------

Chapter Eleven: The First To Let Go

“Draco…are you in here?” Ginny asked a loud as she pushed open his door.

She flipped the light switch and glanced towards the bed, hoping to catch him sleeping, but what
she saw was that girl with brown hair smiling at her.

“I’ve seen you before,” Ginny stated simply staring the girl up and down. “W-who are you?”

“Giselle. You must be Ginny?”

Ginny’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “How do you know?”

Giselle simply rolled her eyes. “Draco told me you’d do this! Get all attached to him. So I told
him that I’d break up with her for you. He gladly said yes. Then we made love for a few hours until
he had to go to lunch with his father. He is a wonderful lover. Don’t you agree?”

Ginny felt her mouth drop slightly, and then she quickly shook her head and clutched her
dropping stomach. “You’re lying. He would never—”

Giselle gave a fake pout. “Are you sure about that honey? He left this note for you,” she got up
from the bed naked, glided over to his desk, and pulled out a crinkled piece of paper folded into
fours. She handed it elegantly to Ginny.

Ginny snatched it away and opened it furiously.

*Red,*

*It’s over. It was great while it lasted. You were a great couple of fucks. I have to say
almost one of the bests I’ve had…and you were a virgin for the first time. You were a bet between
Giselle and I. If I couldn’t get you into my bed by the end of the school year then I’d have to be
Gissy’s sex slave for five months (not that that’s a raw deal, as you know I hate losing), but if I
won I got, well we won’t go into detail what I got! Everyone loves me I know…it’s hard for someone
not to love me! I understand, but let it go without a fight. Good-bye!*

*~Draco*

Tears dripped onto the letter as Ginny read it over and over again.

“Why?” she cried out softly.

“He got tired of you,” Giselle smirked at her. “It’s not hard to see *why*. You just
couldn’t live up to me. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some of us just have that natural gift.”

*Her heart felt like lead. Surely she was dreaming.*

*Not my Draco. He would never…*

*You can see it with your own eyes.*

*But he—*

*Are you in denial?*

Ginny choked, covered her mouth, and ran out of Draco’s room.

Giselle grinned evilly at the retreating girl. “Stupid twit!” she threw herself back on Draco’s
bed and lifted up a picture she had stolen from him. “Finally I can have some good sex!”

~~

Ginny examined the letter over and over again. She just couldn’t believe it. Draco could never
been mean to her.

*He was before he became your lover.*

*But that changed.*

*That doesn’t mean he couldn’t go back!*

“Shut-up you!” she yelled to herself causing people to give her a strange look as she leapt up
the stairs to her room.

She threw herself on her bed, crying a little bit as she examined it. The more she read the more
she thought it was fake, and then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Everybody loves me?” she whispered the words. “He would never say something like that!
Never!”

Ginny’s heart soared.

“Oh Draco, I knew it all along, my love!” she whispered and leapt up to go tell that bitch
off.

~~

“Hey Giselle. What are you doing here?” Draco asked as he draped his jacket along his chair.

“Waiting for you. I thought we could talk?” she asked as she lifted herself up from the bed.

He lifted his eyebrow. “Why are you naked?”

Giselle looked down at herself and managed a blush. “I got this stain on my clothes.”

“Oh. Hey, did Ginny come by here?”

Giselle shook her head. “No. Haven’t seen her.”

“Hm…”

“But, there was a note address to you when I came in here.”

Draco glanced up with excitement. “Yeah? Where is it?”

She walked over to his nightstand and tossed the note to him. She glared as she watched him rip
open the envelope in excitement.

*He won’t be excited for long, * she mused, glad he couldn’t figure out that she had needed to
be naked to set the scene for that twit Ginny.

*Draco,*

*You are a disgusting pig! I can’t believe I let you do that too me! I can’t believe I let you
touch me! My parent’s talked some sense into me. Gods! What was I thinking!? Good-bye you
asshole!*

*~I hate you*

At first Draco felt like a punch had been rammed into his gut, but then he looked up to see
Giselle grinning evilly, mischievously.

He smacked the letter repeatedly in his hand as he walked to her. “God! You are that
desperate.”

Giselle jerked her head to his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Draco raised his eyebrow. “You wrote this, Ginny has a more extensive vocabulary than you sweat
pea. I actually thought you were different from those other girls.”

Giselle looked like a mouse in a trap…she knew she’d been caught. “I did not write that!”

“I can smell a liar a mile away. Ginny’s paper for one always smell like her…this reeks of you;
two she could never be this mean! Ginny did come by here didn’t she?”

Giselle started to shake her head, but gave up and glared. “Draco, forget about her! I’m sure
your father would much rather you be with me,” she lifted her hand up to caress his chest.

Draco grabbed her wrist in a crushing grip.

“You have to stop seeing her anyway!” Giselle yelled.

“How do you know that?”

“You tell me!”

Draco searched her face. “Why you little—you eavesdropped on our conversation.”

“Draco…you think you have me with this? Oh you should have seen your lovers face when she read
*your* letter to her.”

The blood drained from Draco’s face. He glared and twisted her arm.

“What did you do?”

Giselle rolled her eyes.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll break your arm.”

“You wouldn’t!” she challenged.

Draco didn’t even hesitate as he snapped her wrist hard in the opposite direction and smirked
emotionlessly as he heard the bone snap and Giselle gasp with pain.

“I just did! Now, are you going to make me break your other one?”

“You’re crazy!” Giselle cried out as she fell against the bed. “You have to break up with her
anyway! You should have considered it a favor. It’ll be easier on her if she hates you!” she cried
cradling her arm.

Realization finally dawned on Draco and he stopped. Giselle was right. He slowly walked over to
her. She flinched slightly as he dropped down beside her. Draco took her arm into his and pulled
out his wand.

“Refectio,” he whispered healing Giselle’s arm.

She turned it slightly and sighed in relief. “Thank you!”

“You’re right. It would be easier for her to hate me.”

“See, I told you! Now kiss me,” she said leaning forward.

“No—” he got out just as her lips plastered against his.

She grabbed his wrists and threw his arms around her waist as she pulled herself up into his
lap.

“Stop it, Giselle,” he muffled out.

“Oh, Draco, come on. I haven’t had good sex since you got with that red-headed vixen,” she
groaned as she pushed one of his hands onto her bare breast.

His bedroom door flew open. His eyes darted to see Ginny, standing in the doorway. He watched as
her smile slowly disappeared. He sat there watching her as Giselle assaulted his mouth. Draco was
too stunned to do anything.

“Gin—”

“God! It was true! I didn’t believe the letter. I read over and over it…like a hundred times! I
couldn’t believe that you would say something that awful to me, but it was true. Merlin…it was
true,” she whispered tears streaming down her face by the gallon. “I loved you so much
Draco—Good-bye!” she sniffed and ran out the door.

He pushed Giselle off. “Ginny, wait!” he croaked out, but it was too late. “I-I have to get her!
I thought maybe hating me would work…but I don’t want to her hate me. I don’t want the only person
that has ever loved me to hate me!”

Giselle yanked him back. “Draco…you did what your father asked. You left her. I did it all for
you. Don’t ruin it! If you go to her now you’ll have to break her heart a second time. You don’t
want to do that do you?”

Draco gritted his teeth as he stared at the open door.

“Do you?”

“No,” he growled.

Giselle smiled and dropped herself onto his bed, pushing herself up so she could lay naked on
the pillows, as she leaned against them. Draco gave another growl at her.

“So, you want to fuck now?”

Draco sighed and glanced at the door one last time. Slowly, with a heavy heart he crept up onto
Giselle.

“Oh, yes!” Giselle grinned as she lifted her head to kiss him.

He returned it.

To Be Continued…

Hardly any changes in this chapter either…three more to go! ~Aya



12. Turn Me On
--------------

Chapter Twelve: Turn Me On

“Why’d you stop?” Giselle’s raspy moans filled his ears.

Draco looked down at her and frowned at her hair. “It’s not red,” he muttered to himself more
than to Giselle. “I can’t do this.”

“What? Come on! You’re naked, I’m naked…do I need to put the two “factors” together for this?”
Giselle smiled.

Draco pulled himself off her. “I just…I can’t.”

“Oh come on! We were almost there,” she screamed in frustration and knocked her head against the
pillow. “Why? Why can’t you do it? Obviously getting it up wasn’t the problem!”

Draco sneered. “Do you have to ask?” he looked down at himself. “This wasn’t your doing! I was
thinking of Ginny.”

“You are one disgusting—”

Draco lifted his eyes in warning. “Don’t make me break your arm again.”

“God! Does Ginny know that you’re a woman beater?”

“I don’t consider you a woman.”

Giselle crossed her arms sitting up on his bed. “What do you think me as?”

“An easy lay that’s probably going to die from some disease that the wizard world won’t be able
to cure. You’re a sad, sorry excuse for a human being…why would I classify you as a woman?”

Tears popped into her eyes. “You didn’t have to be so harsh.”

Draco’s mouth dropped open. “I-I didn’t have to be so harsh? You need to get a reality check
sweet pea. Get off my bed.”

“What?”

“I said GET OFF MY BED!” he yelled as he jerked her up and hauled her out of his room.

“Wait! Draco, I need my clothes.”

Draco smirked. “Well,” he walked over towards her with her clothes in his hand, “you should have
thought of that before you tried to ruin me and Ginny.”

“Tried? Oh please baby, did you see her face? She hates you!” Giselle smirked back.

“Wrong reply *baby*!” Draco sneered with a calm cool collectiveness to his voice that would
scare anyone into his or her deathbed.

Giselle’s mouth dropped open watching helpless as Draco tore her clothes to shreds and then
threw them at her feet.

“You bastard.”

Draco glared at the crown of her head. “What, are you going to cry?”

Giselle bent down by her clothes and lifted them to her tear streaked face. Draco sighed as he
looked down at her.

“You do know I should just leave you like that don’t you? Here!” he sighed out as he threw a
bathrobe to her.

“T-thank you!”

“Get out of here!” his voice sounding menacingly evil.

She leapt to her feet and dashed down the stairs. Draco sighed, knowing he shouldn’t even be
thinking of going to Ginny, but his heart hurt, and he just wasn’t used to all these emotions
flowing in.

*Damn! Why can’t I just leave it at this?*

*Do you really have to ask?*

*No, Lucius doesn’t even play a part in this…he’s nothing.*

Draco turned and looked at himself in the mirror. “So what are you going to do?” he asked his
reflection.

~~

“Oof, oh I’m sorry! Excuse me,” Ginny mumbled as a black robe filled her vision.

“Ginny,” the voice whispered.

She recognized it immediately. “Giselle! You—”

Giselle’s eyes looked blood shot from crying as she spoke. “I-I’m sorry. He really loves you! I
suggest you not let him go. He’s a great person; don’t make the mistake I did. I *think* I
might have loved him as well, and just to ease your worries…we didn’t have sex! I forced myself on
him.”

Ginny’s mouth dropped open in shock as she watched Giselle walk away. She couldn’t believe that
Giselle had apologized.

“Giselle!” Ginny yelled.

She turned around and looked at Ginny with sad, beaten eyes. “What?”

“It took a lot of guts for you to do that! You have my respect.”

Giselle rolled her eyes and laughed. “Gee, I’m so honored,” she said sarcastically.

Ginny clicked her tongue. “All the same, thank you!”

Giselle paused, her back towards Ginny. “I did nothing other than try to break you and Draco up,
yet you thank me? I don’t understand you Gryffindors,” she said as she began walking again.

Ginny gave a small smile, knowing she should be mad at Giselle, but for some reason she
couldn’t. “Like-wise,” she whispered to the girls’ retreating back.

She turned and jogged up the stairs.

“I won’t let you go Draco! I won’t!” she whispered to herself determinedly.

She burst through the door to see Draco pulling on his pants and glancing out the window.

He sighed. “Giselle, I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

“Draco,” Ginny spoke as she tried to contain the wavy vibrations she was letting off.

Draco snapped around. “Gin—”

Ginny grinned wildly and shook her head in teasing disapproval. “I swear every time I see you
you’re putting on your pants!”

Draco gave her a grim look. “Ginny, I—”

She walked up to him and silenced him with her index finger. “Shh, I don’t care. I don’t care
what your father said, what Giselle said, or what my parents said. I love you.”

Draco grabbed her hand, caressing her wrists. “You really shouldn’t.”

“Maybe, but I can’t help it! It’s all your fault,” she said punching him in the chest. “for
being you!”

“My fault?” Draco look incredulous, “How is it my fault? You fall in love with me, I fall in
love with you and it’s my fault? What about your fault? You’re the one that did this to me!”

Draco went rigid as he realized what he had done, as he saw the dreamy love filled look vanish
from Ginny’s eyes, her shocked expression searching his.

“Y-you love me?” her eyes welled up with tears.

Draco shook his head and turned, facing the bad, his back towards her front. “Don’t look at me
like that.”

“Sorry, I-I know we’ve said it here and there before, but it’s just—” Ginny mumbled as she
walked closer to him.

Soon she was so close she was inhaling his scent, her clothes grazing his back. Draco gave an
inward shudder at the feeling of her clothes tickling his bareback.

“I know what you’re doing, stop it,” Draco bit out.

Ginny pushed her front to his back, molding herself to him. She smiled as Draco groaned. She
then lifted her hand and trailed it down the middle of his chest and stomach, kissing the
indentation of his shoulder and neck.

“I can’t,” Ginny, whispered as she pushed her hands into his pants and gripped him.

Draco jerked slightly, gasping as he leaned back against Ginny. “Ginny…my father…we can’t do
this!”

“Who cares about him, and yes we can!” Ginny said with determination as she stroked him once
then whipped him around, pulling him into her, kissing his mouth fully. “Mm,” she hummed against
his lips, “I love the way you taste.”

“Ginny! It’s over between us. The minute Lucius said ‘drop her’ it was and never will have the
word ‘together’.”

Ginny pulled herself back and glared at him. “Shut-up,” she pushed him onto his bed, “and just
make love to me! It’s over, when I say it’s over.”

Draco’s eyes slightly widened at the look on her face. Passion, determination, frustration,
love, lust…a mixture of everything. His eyes never left her as he leaned on his elbows and watched
her crawl up to him.

“Draco?” Ginny whispered as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Tell me you love me!” she demanded
in a strangled whisper as she trailed kisses down his chest, across his naval. He gasped as he felt
her mouth bite a button from his pants and push it out of the way. Her tongue and lips questing for
him and when she fully took him into her mouth Draco felt his eyes roll into the back of his head
and he fell down against the cool crisp sheets of the bed.

“I-I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she said lifting her head and giving him a triumphant smile.

She lifted herself onto his lap, straddling his hips, balancing on her knees, gazing into his
eyes as she slowly lifted her shirt off.

“You know this will only complicate things more, don’t you?” Draco warned as she pulled her
pants off and stripped them off her body.

“I had a chat with Nearly Headless Nick a bit ago…what I learned was that love isn’t love
without some sort of complications and you know what? It’ll only make me love you more!” she
whispered as she pushed herself onto him, engulfing him in her warmth, welcoming him.

“You have a really big heart if you love something like me,” he ground out reaching for the
headboard as she slowly started pushing her hips up and down on him.

Ginny gasped, biting her lip as she leaned her hands down, supporting herself on either side of
his head. Her hair was covering them like a veil, swaying with her hip motions.

She gently kissed his lips. “You know we’re going to be together for a while, and during all
that time, I’ll show you what I see when I look at you, when I touch, and you’ll know why I love
you with every fiber of my being.”

Draco’s eyes darkened as she caressed his face, picking up her pace in the process. “Ah!” he
gasped clutching her hips.

Ginny looked at his face.

*He’s so strong. Letting me be the lead.*

*There’s another quality that I love about him.*

Ginny grinned. “Like that?”

“Stupid!” he ground out as he pulled her down harder onto him.

Ginny smiled as she saw his face etched with pleasure. His hands gripping her hips so tightly
that she knew she’d have bruises in the morning as he pushed himself deeper into her.

*He’s loosing control.*

Ginny mused. “Are you calling me stupid?” she rasped out.

Draco glared at her, trying to shake the pleasure away. “Yes! You’re so stupid! Why me when you
could have had—”

Ginny covered his mouth with her hands. “I only want you now,” she whispered not taking her hand
from his mouth.

Draco was nearly lifting her fully off of him and then back down. His breathing was ragged and
he tried to pull away from Ginny’s hand covering his mouth, but she refused. Her hips starting to
help him out with his speed as he pumped into her.

“Oh Draco, yes!” she cried.

Draco’s eyes darkened as he watched her reach her peak, bowing her form back, riding him. He
exploded with in the matter of seconds after she came, and still he kept going. Flipping her over
onto her back he pushed into her with a force that tore a scream from her. Draco glanced down at
her face and knew it wasn’t from pain. His speed was fast, demanding, desperate, like he’d never
get enough of her.

*Almost like he’s saying good-bye.*

*Almost like he’ll never see me again.*

Ginny yanked his hair and watch him cry out as he pushed into her causing her mind to explode
into stars yet again as they came together. Draco collapsed on top of her; breathing with so much
ferocity, so harsh, Ginny feared he might stop breathing.

“That—” Draco whispered still slightly breathless as he kissed her neck.

Ginny pushed his head up. “Better not say that that was a good-bye. Draco Malfoy…don’t
even.”

Draco’s eyes looked pained his breathing labored. “It has to be!”

“No!” she yelled and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. “Don’t let him ruin this Draco,
please?! Please?”

Draco paused and brought a hand to his face, feeling wetness dripping from his eyes.

Ginny caressed his cheek and smiled at his shocked face. “Yes! You’re crying…you know what that
is right? You don’t want to leave me!”

“I know what crying is! I-I just haven’t done it in nearly ten years.”

“Come here,” she smiled pulling him down to her again.

He sighed as her wet warmth squeezed him slightly still contracting. He buried his face into her
neck and for just a second relished in her. Then he pulled out, not wanting to crush her laid him
down behind her and wrapped her in his arms, her back leaning against his chest.

“School will be over in a week,” Draco spoke suddenly.

Ginny groaned. “Did you have to remind me?”

“I do believe you are the first person I’ve ever heard be upset about school ending!”

“It means I won’t see you for a while…I’ll be in my seventh year, and you won’t be here anymore.
I don’t want you to leave me. Since I know that’s what you’ll do thinking it for the best, I’m
going to figure out a way to keep you!”

“You say that like I’m some sort of animal!” Draco laughed slightly.

“Well…you do belong to me!” Ginny grinned evilly as she bumped him.

Draco grunted and held her hips in place as he pushed himself into her.

“Oh!” she gasped. “It’s a lot tighter than normal.”

“I guess I do belong to you,” he whispered into her neck as he pushed into her. “I love you
Ginny.”

To Be Continued…

I didn’t feel like making any changes, but then again I couldn’t fix the cheesiness of this
chapter if I wanted to! So anyhow…hope you all enjoyed! ~Aya



13. Keep Me
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Chapter Thirteen: Keep Me

Draco leaned on his palm as he rested above Ginny watching her sleep. He brushed his fingers
across the side of her face then bent down to kiss her brow. “I’m going to keep you,” he whispered
to her sleeping form.

Ginny smiled.

~~

“I can’t talk to you right now,” Draco gritted out.

“I know you with her last night!” Lucius snarled. “I thought I told you to drop her!”

“What did Giselle tell you?” Draco glared.

Lucius lifted his eyebrows. “No, Giselle said you took care of it! Obviously means that you
can’t do anything for yourself!”

“Lucius, I have to go give Ginny her broom lesson!”

Lucius’ eyes turned pitch black and an evil aura vibrated from him. “Don’t call me Lucius,
Draco!”

“What am I supposed to call you? You definitely don’t qualify for ‘dad’,” Draco sneered and
walked away.

“Draco! Don’t you turn your back to me!”

He flipped around. “You’re the one who turned your back years ago—but I guess that’s the only
thing you’re really good at.”

~~

“Ginny! You aren’t to see him anymore. Is that understood?” Arthur growled to his daughter.

Ginny’s eyes began to water. “Daddy…you don’t understand! He-he’s not like his family. He’s
different.”

Molly dropped her eyes. “Aren’t they always, until they betray you?”

“Momma!” Ginny gasped; a tear dripped from her eyes. “There’s one more week left of school!
Can’t you just—”

Arthur sighed. “Ginny, I mean it.”

“Well he has to give me our last broom lesson of the year!”

Ginny walked away, sobbing.

~~

When Draco stepped foot onto the grass he immediately saw Ginny hunched over on the water
fountain, crying. He walked up to her and gently rubbed her back.

“Another run in with the parents?” Draco whispered as he sat beside her.

Ginny lifted her blood shot eyes to his. Smiling with sadness that made his heart wrench, he
prepared for the inevitable. “I don’t think this is going to work,” she whispered.


Draco shut his eyes and took a deep steadying breath, then spoke. “I know.”

Ginny choked on a soft cry and leaned against his side as he continued to gently stroke her
back. He rested his head against hers smelling her, soaking her into his senses and he knew he
would never be the same again. He would miss her to no end. She would always be his, it was a shame
they couldn’t be together.

“I-I don’t feel much like flying. I know it’s the last one of the year, but I—”

Draco kissed her temple. “I understand. I’ll miss you Ginny Weasley.”

She bit her lip, a fresh batch of tears coming on, and she didn’t say anything, just held him to
her side.

~~

The last week went by so fast that Ginny couldn’t keep her eyes focused on anything for too
long. Every time she saw Draco they’d just meet each other’s eyes, give a longing look, and a
slight brush of the hands as they walked past one another.

Ginny cried herself to sleep every night, envisioning Draco’s wonderful exotic, loving eyes,
gazing down on her as he made love to her. She knew she was going through withdrawal. She feared
that it would never end. Ginny wrapped her arms around her stomach as she cradled herself against
the Gryffindor common room couch.

She sighed as she saw Ron come up and plop down. “Hey Ginger!” Ron whispered.

Ginny turned her eyes to her brother and started crying silently. “I really miss him!”

Ron gave her a sad look and brought her into his arms. She rested her head onto his shoulder and
sobbed. Ron glanced up to meet Harry and Hermione’s eyes. They gave each other a grim look. Harry
dropped down on the other side of Ginny, embracing her, and Hermione sat in front of her laying her
head on Ginny’s knees.

“You’ll get over this, Ginny! I promise,” Hermione whispered, her eyes becoming wet.

Ginny shook her head on Ron’s shoulder. “I won’t,” she whispered.

~~

Draco punched his wall making it collapse against his fist. Pain shot through his arm and the
red gooey blood oozed down his knuckles. He dropped to the floor and leaned against his bed.

“I can’t do this! I can’t stand feeling like this!” he whispered. “I’ve never felt
this—never.”

He felt like the end of the world was re-playing in front of his eyes and it was his entire
fault that he couldn’t stop it. His heart felt like lead, bile rose in his throat, and he glared
down at his scraped fist.

“What am I going to do? I have one more day to make up my mind if I am going to do something!”
Draco sighed and dropped his head down to his bed. “I miss you Ginny!”

~~

“*Ginny, meet me after dinner, you know where*!” Ginny read.

*~*~Hmm*

*~*~ My stomach is doing flip-flops.*

*~*~ We’re actually going to get to talk! I’m so excited.*

Thoughts raced through her head as she dashed towards the place where she had walked in on Draco
and Giselle having sex. She forgot to labor her breathing, so by the time she got there she was
hunched over her knees sucking in the crisp air. It burned her chest as it slowly went down.

“In a rush?” Draco asked smugly.

Ginny glanced up. “Hi.”

Draco walked over to her and gave her a gentle smile. “No more school after tomorrow! You’ll
probably never see me again after that.”

Ginny felt her eyes start to water. “Do you have to say that out loud? Keep it to yourself.”

Draco gave a sad smile.

“What do you want?”

He leaned forward, cradling her neck in his palm and pulled her forward, kissing her gently on
the lips.

“You wanted to kiss me?” Ginny asked shakily as she eyed his lips wanting more than a mere
brush.

“Ginny, spend the summer with me!” Draco said suddenly trying to get her to look up at him.

He didn’t need to try much longer because her head jerked up accidentally bonking him in the
nose.

“God damnit!” he yelled in pain as he toppled back holding his nose.

Ginny’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Are you bleeding?”

Draco snarled then softened his face. “Fuck! Do you have hard head or what?”

Ginny settled her hands on her hips and glared down at him. “I said I was sorry.”

“I heard you!” he smiled up at her and yanked her hand down so that she dropped to her knees in
front of him. “I want you to spend the summer with me!”

Ginny sucked in a breath. “I didn’t think I heard you right when you first said it! I don’t have
any mon—”

Draco silenced her with his index finger. “I have plenty! Please Ginny?”

Ginny’s eyes fell to their entwined hands. “What about our parents?”

“They can’t run our lives forever,” Draco whispered as he pulled her chin up and pleaded with
her. “Please?”

Ginny caressed the side of his face. “Yes!”

Draco’s eyes brightened in triumph. “We can leave now!”

Ginny laughed. “I have to pack my things and leave a note for my parents.”

Draco’s happy face filled with guilt. “I all ready did that.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, then rounded on him and glared. “How did you know I’d say yes in
the first place?”

He gave her a ‘come-on’ look and stood up.

“Right,” she grinned. “So where are we going then?”

“I was thinking some where by an ocean.”

Ginny’s face lit up. “Yay! Swimming,” she paused from her walking then beamed up at him
suddenly. “Draco in spandexy swim trunks…drool!”

Draco gave a shot of laughter then pulled her into his arms. “Here are your bags.”

“Shrinkage!” Ginny grinned.

She wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck and just held him to her tightly.

“Ginny, breathing is a key factor to living you know!” Draco kissed the side of her neck and
rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“I’m happy. A whole summer, no interruptions!” Ginny practically squealed.

“No one telling us we can’t see each other,” Draco sighed and lifted Ginny onto his broom.

“So how long have you been planning this?”

“Since last night. I was going through some—thing and I couldn’t handle it. In case you hadn’t
guessed it had something to do with you.”

Draco leapt up onto his broom and wrapped Ginny’s arms around his waist. “I know it’s sudden. I
can’t believe you said yes so quickly, but you’ll have fun.”

“You too!” Ginny grinned against his neck as she trailed kisses along him.

“Definitely!”

Ginny turned herself so that her legs straddled his waist from the front. “Draco?”

He pulled his head back slightly and grinned as he lifted up into the air. “Yeah?”

Ginny bowed her head and sighed.

“What? Ginny, what is it?”

She lifted her eyes to his and bit her lip. “Will you keep me forever and ever?”

Draco just looked at her, knowing that forever was a long time, wondering if she meant it, or if
it was just a spur of the moment, rather like their plans.

~*~ I can give her this much.

“No chance of me letting you go,” he whispered.

Ginny smiled and brought her body closer to his as they flew away.

To Be Continued…

Just the Epilogue left and then I’ll be working on A Day Without Rain—also when you see that
ADWR has been updated please remember to re-read all the chapters because it will be revised! Again
I really didn’t feel, or think this needed any changes! ~Aya



14. Epilogue: Knock on the Sky
------------------------------

**Epilogue:**

Knock on the Sky

What's up with the current innuendo
Buzz around into a fevery crescendo
You'll never
You can't
Why does everybody fear
What they don't understand

Stand up and listen to the sister, mister
Been around here long enough
We're strong enough
We're gonna sing the song enough
To shake this institution
It's a SHE-volution

Can't (can't) just flyby
Gotta knock, knock on the sky
We can't (can't) just flyby
Gotta knock, knock on the sky

Who cares about the popular affliction
The dull-headed, brain-dead corny contradiction
Well you know we're gonna say
Just what we're gonna say

Hey now before you do or die us
Try us
So what if we wear parachutes or jacket boots
At least we're fully resolute
To use imagination
To try and move a generation

Can't (can't) just flyby
Gotta knock, knock on the sky
We can't (can't) just flyby
Gotta knock, knock on the sky

Sane or erratic
Mundane or dramatic
Just do what you do what you do me and you
To thine ownself be true

Can't (can't) just flyby
Gotta knock, knock on the sky
We can't (can't) just flyby
Gotta knock, knock on the sky

Draco rubbed his hands up and down Ginny’s chilled goose bumped flesh as she curled her arms
around his bent knees. She shivered slightly, relishing in the way she sat with Draco behind her,
his face resting in her neck as he whispered to her sweet words.

“I love you,” he kissed the side of her neck.

Ginny sighed as she watched the sun fade into the multi-colored sky. The ocean waves crashed
against the shore, a chilling breeze zipping through her hair.

“Say it again,” she whispered turning her head so her cheek rested against his.

He chuckled, the warm rumble sending jolts through her skin. “I love you!”

She sighed and fell back into him further. Resting her head against his shoulder, her back
cradled by his masculine chest. The salty ocean air filled Ginny’s nostrils as she took a deep
breath. She dipped her bare feet into the gritty sand slightly gasping as the crumbs tickled
between her toes.

“Thank you for bringing me here, I love it!”

“I knew you would!”

Draco fiddled with the ring he had gotten this morning when Ginny had been sleeping. He had sat
there for hours watching her, her chest lifting up and down with every breath, the way she curled
her hand underneath her chin, the slight parting of her lips. He’d sat there sweating, lusting;
wanting to keep her forever with in three hours he knew what he was going to do. So, giving her a
kiss on the forehead he’d sized her ring finger and dashed out.

He inhaled the sweet scent of her neck, pulled out the ring, gripped her hand and slowly slid
the platinum engagement ring with a 2.89 carat oval shaped green diamond and two .68 carat diamonds
siding it. Around the inside of the band was the engraving ‘Red & Draco’.

“Whatcha doin’?” she smiled as she glanced down at her hand.

As soon as she saw the huge rock on her hand, she gasped for breath. Her hand jerked to her
eyes. The ring glistened as the sun drooped into the background.

“Well, what do you say?” Draco whispered in her ear.

She giggled and turned in his arms, looking deep into his eyes. “Is this a proposal Mr.
Malfoy?”

“Can’t you tell?” he said, his voice singed with nervousness.

She turned fully around this time, wrapping her legs around his was, slightly lifting her butt
up so she could rest on his thighs. She pushed her forehead into his and grinned. “I’m guessing
this is your first time asking someone to marry you!”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Obviously or I’d be married now!”

“I’m just kidding!” she grinned cupping his face in her hands, bringing his lips to hers.

She kissed him gently.

“Yes.”

Ginny watched as his eyes darkened with happiness. She moaned as his hands swept up her white
t-shirt pushing her into him, cupping her breasts that swelled up over the white satin bra. He
unsnapped the clasp and them spill out into his hands. She sucked in a breath and dropped her head
onto his shoulders.

“Have you ever gone skinny dipping?” Draco asked trailing kisses along the line of her jaw.

She shivered and made eye contact him. “You know the answer to that!”

He jumped up, letting her slide down his front. He flipped her shirt off, unbuttoned her pants,
and then went for his.

“Draco!”

He grinned evilly, gently smacking her butt. “Take ‘em off!”

Ginny shook her head. “No!”

His grin turned to a frown as he glanced up from taking his pants down. “What?”

“I’ll do it in the water!” she squealed as she leapt towards the crashing waves.

Draco discarded the last of his clothing and dashed after her. He stopped, the water lapping at
his toes, as he watched her scream and splash. He then gulped as she stood with the water at her
thighs, her thumbs inserting into her panties as she pulled them down her thighs. She threw them
towards the beach, gave him an impish look, and dived in.

He growled and dove in after her. He sliced underneath the water until he could make out the
kicking of her legs. Draco grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, popping his head just above
surface. He kissed the curve of her back then slowly licked his way up, the saltiness making his
mouth water for more.

“I want to make love to you!” he whispered turning her around.

She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him tread the water to keep them up.
“You can for the rest of our lives.”

He slowly swam towards shore with her. Careful not to slip he stepped the crushed shells and
then laid her down against the wet sand, letting the water run up and down her body. Draco dropped
on top of her. He took in a shuddering breath and inserted himself into her. She gave a kittenish
gasp as he moved up into her.

“I love you,” Ginny gasped.

“Say it again!” Draco groaned as he pushed into her.

Ginny moaned into his neck and rocked as he pushed harder. “I love you!”

He gripped her hips as he felt tremors shake through her body. “Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again,” he cried out.

Ginny paused as she felt tears drip onto her neck. “Draco? Oh gods!” she gasped throwing her
head back, digging her heels into the sand grinding her hips harder into his.

She felt Draco clutch her harder to him as he spilled into her, groaning his pleasure into her
wet hair. He collapsed on top of her, gently nibbling her shoulder and licking softly.

Still gasping slightly for breath she caressed his broad shoulders. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I can’t believe you love me!” he whispered.

She giggled and bit his ear lobe. “Well I do! So much that I feel like my heart will burst with
how much love has filled it. You love me too right?”

Draco lifted up onto his elbows and shoved his hands into her red sand gritted hair. His eyes
fell to hers. “I’ll love you for eternity!”

She bit her lip and brought him down for another kiss, which would be the beginning of
millions.

~*~ End ~*~

I hope everyone enjoyed the revisions—A Day Without Rain is next!