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*Chapter 3 *

"The One Where Draco likes Red Lace."

The plate was full.

Was this a ploy to get her to join him for dinner? He knew she had pride in her work and would take it as a personal insult if he did not even try her food. Ginny stared at the plate, menacing thoughts sparking behind her eyes. She turned her wand on the entrée and sent it out. If he didn't eat this, he could starve, and that was not her problem.

The plate was full.

Ginny grabbed the wineglass containing the key lime custard with floating meringue island and headed to the dining room with every intention of depositing the glass' contents on Draco.

Imagine her surprise when she saw the room was empty.

Not one to let perplexity disrupt hostile intentions, Ginny began searching every room of Malfoy Manor. She found him in the third room she checked, which should have been the first. His room was only lit by one candle burning on the bedside table. Ginny noticed the elegant and starch cleanliness of his room before she noticed him. Draco was seated on the floor supported by the table and his bed. His legs were drawn to his chest with his head resting on his knees. Slack arms took their place on the floor, clutched in his right hand was a parchment. He had not moved or made any other indication that he knew of her presence in his room. All her riotous anger deflated in the face of his obvious distress.

Ginny came towards him, careful in her approach not to be too fast or make her steps too loud. She knew he was trying to find peace and she did not want to disrupt it if he had found it. Kneeling down beside him she put the glass on the table and reached for the parchment. The note was short, and to the point. Ginny leaned into Draco until her face was level with his. Gently she touched her hand to his chin, trying to make him look at her without being forceful. With little resistance he turned and let his gaze lock into hers. What she saw there made the bottom fall out of her stomach. A mixture of confusions, regret, and sadness was evident from the slight part in his red lower lip to the glassy look in his eyes.

"I don't know how to tell her. How can I tell her? What do I tell her?" His voice was barely above a whisper. Ginny's heart ached for him. Not for the man lost, if Lucius Malfoy felt it necessary to attempt escape from
Azkaban he deserved his fate, but she couldn't imagine dying by a fifteen story drop to be anything less than painful. Her heart ached for the lost man sitting next to her who refused to shed his tears even in the face of a loss so great. Ginny couldn't even begin to phantom life without one of her parents.

"You tell her nothing right now. She's in France, she doesn't need this right now and you are in no condition to tell her."

Draco grunted. The sound seemed alien in his throat after the whispered comments in the room.

"Then tell me little one, what 'condition' am I in right now?"

Ginny tenderly brushed the strands of hair away from his eyes. She seemed to have a need to comfort him, to take the wall away from him and hold it hostage until he relented to his grief. She knew of only one way to remove walls, as well as any inhibitions.

"You're in the condition to get smashed."

* * *

After rummaging through Draco's room to find him suitable club wear, she left him to dress while she changed. After waiting thirty minutes, she went upstairs to find him dressed in his black slacks and gray dress shirt (it was the closest Muggle outfit he had), but staring at the dessert on the nightstand. She smiled and flicked her wand towards the table and a spoon appeared next to the glass. Instead of eating like she thought he would, he focused his eyes on the floor and left the room, grabbing her hand as he left. Shocked by the gesture, Ginny figured it was the want of human closeness that drove him to touching her so she didn't let go. He lead her to a spot in the garden and Apparated them to a room in the Leaky Cauldron that was designated for such drop-ins. When she noticed Draco had reached the end of his tether of initiative she led the way to the street below where she hailed a taxi.

"The Metropolitan please," and the driver sped on to the club and all the drinks and glittering lights awaited them.

The club was packed. Hermione had only given Ginny a brief questioning look when she saw her hand holding Draco's, but she quickly mouthed I'll explain later and Hermione left it alone. Ginny made her way through the crowd with Draco in tow towards the bar.

"What's your poison of choice?"

"Fire Whiskey, strait up."

Ginny turned to the bartender, a cute short guy with dirty blond hair and a generous smile.

"What can I get you?"

"Two double Jack strait up and four cosmos." The bartender nodded and set about his task. While they waited for the drinks, she studied Draco. His eyes were wide with fascination, mouth slightly ajar, body ramrod stiff. She had a sneaking suspicion that if he had not been in his state of shock over his father she never would have gotten him around anything Muggle, much less a Muggle dance club. She knew the want for non-existence, to disappear from your world while the mess settles. A night out of the Wizarding world would probably do him good.

"Ma'am?" The bartender caught Ginny's attention away from her musings with the drinks. Hermione appeared besides her, a smile on her face.

"This was a great idea, just what I needed. I just did a shot with a few people at the upper bar I grew up with in my parent's neighborhood. They seemed glad to hear I'd be back in the area for a while."

Ginny handed her a cosmo and Draco his first drink. Taking hers in hand, she lifted her glass.

"I propose a toast. Not all who wander are lost…"

"And not all who are found want to be," Hermione finished. They downed the drinks, Ginny's gaze fixed on Draco's reaction to the Jack Daniels. Not fazed by the taste he reached for the next glass and downed it too.

"Trying to get drunk?"

"Isn't that the condition I'm currently best suited for?"

Hermione jumped at the start of a new tune and wrapped her arms around Ginny's waist. "Oh, I love this song, dance with me. Lets give them all something to look at."

Oh, yeah, Ginny thought, she's on her way to smashed.

Hermione lead her to the floor, grin on her face, sway in her steps. Ginny looked back at Draco worried, but she shouldn't have been. His awe of his surrounding keeping him implanted at the bar. A tall nearly black haired brunette stepped behind Hermione and grabbed her hips moving her body in turn with his to the beat. Hermione slid her hands down his arms and dipped down. Ginny took the reprieve from her to dash to the bar and grab Draco.

"Dance with me."

He looked around uncertain. "Here? I don't know the music or any of this. It all seems a debauchery of sorts."

Ginny managed to get him on the dance floor. She pressed the front of her body close to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lifting herself to his ear she whispered, "But that's the entertainment of the evening.
That's the distraction." Her mouth was a hair's space from his skin.

Smiling and thinking she had unnerved him, Ginny withdrew to see the expression on his face. What struck her first were his eyes, they were nearly black.

Miscellaneous memories shifted through her head. One in particular stood out, reading one of Hermione's Muggle romance novels and a phrase that was brought up in the text. Ginny felt her breath catch in the back of her throat and the atmosphere that surrounded her seemed to still. His hands were at her waist. Her arms were still at his neck. His fingers trailed up her spine.

"Are you going to show me how to dance to this or leave me standing here like an imbecile?"

Ginny took the challenge and she ground her hips into his. "Move with me," and he did. Tentative at first, he grew more confident and his body slide into sink with hers. Ginny turned around so that her back was to his chest. Stooping a little, he let his hands caress her legs and then travel the path up her skirt.

"Isn't it the style here to be as risqué as possible?" and his fingertips went to boundaries of her lace knickers. Ginny jerked away and looked at him.

"I think we need more drinks." Just as Ginny was about to make her way to the bar, Hermione came up behind her with another round.

"Drink up, fuck three sheets to the wind I want to be about fifteen when I stumble out of here." Ginny grimaced at her words. Hermione only swore when she was smashed and the girl's giddy expression and laxness around
Draco made her situation evident. She handed Draco his drink and then Ginny hers, simultaneously grabbing her around the waist. "Dance with me, these blokes can't seem to keep up."

Giving Draco an apologetic look, she was dragged to the floor by her inebriated roomie. The beat picked up for the next song and Ginny was quick to see her spot replaced by some blond. The girl's coloring matched Draco's exactly and she felt a slight twinge of jealousy as she noticed how well they complimented each other. Then the girl placed her hands on his hips and began to move him. Ginny downed her drink and grabbed Hermione's and finished it as well. Being jealous over Ferret Boy did not sit well with her.

While they were there Ginny lost track of how many drinks she had or how many men she had danced with. Draco passed in and out of her view, usually with a drink in his hand. Closer to three in the morning she noticed it was no longer Hermione she was dancing with and had no idea where the girl had gone. She had left Ginny before (in fact had several times after Ginny had yelled at her that she was a big girl and could take care of herself). Deciding she had enough of the evening's festivities, she went in search of Draco.

The same pretty blond from earlier was talking him up in a dark corner of the club. His face held the expression of someone who was drunkenly bored. Sloshed as she was, Ginny wanted to make the blond feel a piece of what she had felt earlier when she had seen the two dancing. Adding extra sway to her hips, Ginny plastered the biggest smile on her face as she approached him.

"Draco, darling, where have you been? I've wanted to leave for forever but couldn't seem to find you." She turned to face the blond, fake pleasantness smeared like bad makeup on her face. "Thank you for keeping him safe for me sweetie but we really have to go now." Linking her arm through Draco's, she led him out of the club, not turning to see the dumfounded expression on her face.

"Where's your friend, the elf liberator?"

"Elsewhere. Ready to go?"

Draco nodded, his eyelids dropping as of their own violation. He was at Hermione's goal of fifteen sheets.

"We need to Floo; you're in no condition to Apparate."

"Have I met my desired condition?"

Ginny laughed, "To completion."

The way out the club was hindered by the crowd of people. When they reached the outside, Ginny hailed a cab and gave the address to the Leaky Cauldron. Once there she asked the barkeep to use the Floo network in the rear room and he gave her a small bag of Floo powder.

"Malfoy Manor," Ginny said into the green flames. Draco grumbled something beside her that Ginny did not quite hear. When they stepped in the flames and appeared the next moment in his room, she was vaguely surprised.
Draco stumbled his way to his bed and began to remove his shoes.

"I asked for my room."

Noticing the trouble he was having with his shoes, Ginny came to help him. No sooner did she step close to him than he took that opportunity to grab her wrist and pull her closer. Nuzzling his nose and lips to her neck, he breathed deeply.

"You smell good."

He kissed her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the pulse point.

"You taste good too."

Too stunned to move, Ginny was still for the first few seconds of his nipping and sucking at her neck. Then she realized what he was doing and she couldn't stop the moan from leaving her throat. Ginny tilted her head back to give him better access and slid her hands up his arms to his scalp, slightly digging her fingertips into his skin.

"Very nice," Draco whispered as he pulled the bottom of her ear into his mouth. "Now let's see what else you can do."

Turning her around and pushing her back on the bed, he lay on top of her and continued to kiss his way to her collarbones, gently biting the delicate skin. He used his hands to pin her hips down, feeling the sharp edges of her bones as he did so. Not wanting him to be the sole participant in this, Ginny wrapped her right leg around his waist and pulled his body closer into hers. She punctuated her actions with words.

"Your clothes are in the way. So are mine. Take care of it."

Draco let his hands slide down to her thighs until they were under her dress. Lifting himself slightly he began to move the dress upward and off of her body. He felt again the lace knickers that had caught his attention earlier and grew noticeably hard against her thigh. Ginny moaned and rotated her hips to brush against him. Forgetting the slow tease of removing her dress as he had intended, Draco roughly pulled the dress off of her, small tearing sounds coinciding with this.

Since her dress had been backless, Ginny had gone without a bra. The feeling of his starched shirt against her bare breast and nipples was torture. Reaching between them, Ginny began to unbutton his shirt, her hands shaking with drunken nervousness and lust. Draco pulled his shirt over his head and it joined her dress on the floor. She bent her head to capture one of his nipples in her mouth, biting it slightly.

"You're still overdressed."

Standing, Draco kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his slacks.

"Everything. I want to see you."

He looked to Ginny to see her sitting up on the bed, her weight supported by her arms behind her. Her lithe body was only accented by the faintest amount of honey colored freckles, none evident on her taunt stomach. Her small round breasts were adorned with cotton candy pink nipples. Her skin seemed luminescent in the moonlight. Draco finally got to see the color of her knickers. They were red to match her hair. Her legs had been on display earlier with the short length of her outfit, but they seemed to be even longer now in the high cut lace. She still wore her black heels. He immediately removed all his clothing (more for the necessity of comfort than her request).

Draco watched Ginny's perusal of his body. He had stood before many women nude and was accustomed to their admiring gaze. His body was muscular and cut, but not to the point it was intimidating. His legs were tightly muscled from years of playing Quidditch. While her study of him did not unnerve him, what struck him as out of place was that it was just that, a study.

"Better?"

Unconsciously, Ginny licked her lips. Seeing her pink tongue dart out her mouth made his body respond in a way that made her smile.

"Much, now come join me." Ginny shifted on the bed until she was lying down with her head on the pillows. Thinking better of her poise, she turned on her side facing him and lifted her knees to her chest so that she could remove her shoes. Draco lay on the bed next to her. Looking into her eyes he moved his hand to join hers at her ankle.

"Leave them on. I like them."

Ginny smiled in acquiescence and moved her hand. Draco began to move his hand up the back her calf towards her thigh. Reaching her hip, he pushed her on her back and covered her in one fluid movement. With her legs at his trim waist, Ginny could feel his erection pressed against her knickers, lost her breath briefly, and her body tingled, particularly in one area that left the said red lace wet. Draco noticed her reaction to him immediately and it turned him on more.

Bringing his hands to hers, he pinned Ginny's arms at her sides.

"Lets see what else gets that reaction out of you Ginevra."

Ginny felt the heat of his mouth on her neck first, his tongue twisting circles on her skin. Draco left wet kisses on her skin leading to her breast. When his mouth closed on her nipple, she arched her back in pleasure and dug her heels into his back. In return Draco nipped at the hardened peak of her nipple.

"Anytime I do something you like feel free be rough with me; I like it. I like the feeling I just got when you pressed your heels into me and the way the lace of your knickers felt when you pressed your hips to my stomach. I'm about to do a lot more to you that you're going to enjoy even more than this. I want that reaction out of you every time."

The last part of Ginny's mind that was capable of coherent thought mussed that it was just like Draco to keep with the Malfoy smugness and dominance in bed. All thought left her when his mouth continued his attention to one breast, as his hand came to fondle the other. Ginny gasped and ground her hips into his stomach, small begging noises leaving her throat unbeknownst to her. With her free hand she pressed his head harder to her body, the sensation of his mouth too glorious to comprehend.

Draco let his other hand run up her body from her hip to her throat, tilting her head back with force, and back down again. Now both her hands were tangled in his hair and she was squirming underneath him. Leaving her breast, he made his way to her stomach biting the bottom ridges of her ribcage with care. He used his teeth and nimble tongue on her stomach and was rewarded with goose bumps across her flesh.

"Now let's see how much you want me, how ready you are to feel me inside you."

His words were impossibly erotic and obscene to Ginny. Then his hand went to her knickers and under them. Ginny pressed herself against him, the want of his touch something she hadn't even thought about, but just reacted to. He inserted two fingers into her, his thumb playing with her clit.

"Very good."

Nearly mindless by how wet and hot she was on his hand, Draco pushed his fingers in further and stopped. Withdrawing, he pulled himself away and tried to regain his composure.

"Get your clothes and leave Ginny. This is not a place you belong."

Confused, Ginny tried to think through the haze of desire and understand what he was saying. "Draco, wha… Why?"

"Did you not hear me? Get your clothes and leave. You do not belong here."

Ginny scrambled off the bed, gracelessly pawing for her dress on the floor. When she found it she pulled it over her head, wiping some of her tears away with the fabric as she did so. Straightening herself she tossed some Floo powder from the suspended bowl and said with as much confidence as she could muster in her voice, "Twenty two twenty one Fascination Street."

Luckily she was home and the green flames gone before the first real sob made its appearance. After the first sob they just didn't seem to stop, and neither did the tears. On the way to her bedroom she noticed that Hermione's door had a red X across the bottom. Apparently she had made her way home safe and not alone. Ginny closed her door gently incase Hermione had forgotten a silencing charm. She then cast one of her own and cried her heart out in earnest.

* * *

An hour later, Ginny was washing her face in her adjourning loo. Still embarrassed and confused she had begun to take refuge in the other emotion that had started to make it's appearance about thirty minutes before - Anger.

How dare that smug bastard shun me like that? How fucking dare he presume he could just push me away because of his mental bloody caste social system he lives by? Did he just want to show me he was above me by making me want him and showing me how much he could never want someone lower than him? No Weasley takes treatment like that, especially this one!

Her decision made, Ginny said a quick spell and flicked her wand to remove the puffiness and redness from her eyes that her mum had taught her years ago when Fred and George's teasing would sometimes get the better of her.

She put her heels back on and Apparated to the garden of Malfoy Manor. Using the unlocking spell she had been given Ginny entered the mansion and went to Draco's room, determined to prove her point. She might have been inexperienced in the actual intercourse part of sex, but she was knowledgeable in every other. For some reason that she couldn't phantom (most likely all the liquor) Ginny had wanted to fill in the holes of her knowledge with Draco earlier. High blood alcohol content levels had lowered her inhibitions, but it was anger that fueled her to brazenly pull the dress from her body the moment she entered his room.

Draco was asleep. Silently she approached and climbed on the bed, very much like a lioness stalking its prey. She didn't want him to know she was here until she was ready. He was sleeping on his back with his arms tucked under his pillow, which aided her plan. Slowly she pulled the thick down comforter off him until he was fully exposed. Ginny smiled mischievously. He either slept naked or hadn't put any clothes on after she left. Straddling his hips with her knees, she leaned down and put both her hands on the sides of his face to support her. Careful to not touch him with any other part of her body, Ginny leaned down and traced her tongue along the curve of his ear. Draco's breath quickened in his sleep.

Continuing her attention to his ear brought the desired response below her. Ginny smirked. This would be over quicker than she thought if he was easily aroused in his sleep.

Moving to his neck, Ginny used her teeth sparingly and gently enough to not wake him. Small involuntary moans passed through his parted lips; his heart beat so quickly that Ginny was sure she couldn't keep up with the pulse movement in his throat. Moving herself so that she was more in position with his chest, Ginny lowered her mouth to his nipple. At first she made her circular movements light and feathery, every now and again flicking the peak. As his hips began to move involuntarily beneath her, she applied more pressure and finally bit down, not hard, but enough to wake him.

Draco's eyes snapped open at the same time Ginny let the weight of her body lower onto his. With her knees still propping her rear up to avoid his erection, her arms crossed over his chest and an innocent expression
on her face, she made quite the erotic sight and she knew it.

"What are you doing here?"

Lust and grogginess made his voice crack. In place of words Ginny put her mouth to his nipple again and continued to do what woke him.

Draco pressed his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. He was awakened by a very sexual dream involving the same witch that now was poised over him. Her hands softly went to his sides, under his arms. After another moment of nipping and licking at his chest, she dug her fingers in and scratched him slowly down him, his body rose to meet up with her nails. When she reached his hips he arched his body so that the tip of his erection touched her knickers, the contrast of the lace and his overly sensitive skin caused a hiss to leave him.

Ginny moved herself to his side so that she could move her bites to his stomach. Digging her thumbs into the hard muscle of his hips she punctuated her bite to the area right below his belly button.

"Merlin, woman, I thought I told you to leave," he rasped out.

"Do you really want me to?"

"Ye…" His answer was cut off when she took him into her mouth.

Draco heard the blood pounding in his ears as he looked toward her. Her head slowly bobbed up and down in his lap, but she only teased the tip. Her glorious red hair was laid out across various parts of his stomach and some on the bed. The color contrast on his pale skin was intensely carnal.

Ginny picked that exact moment to look up at him. Making sure he watched her, Ginny licked his cock from the base to the tip and took him in her mouth again, going as far down as she could, which turned out not to be very far to her satisfaction. Improvising, Ginny used her hands to move in motion with her mouth over the area she couldn't take in.

Draco gripped the sheets behind his head to stop himself from grabbing her head and moving her. She went so bloody slow that Draco was sure she came to torture him. And then she decided to make it worse by forming a tight 'o' with her thumb and index finger and moved all the way up; her fingers squeezed the ridge of his head as she left him completely and then went back down again, swirling her tongue as she went. Draco's hips jerked at the sensation.

Raising herself, Ginny crawled back up to his face where she had started.

"I see that you want me, how ready you are to be inside me."

Draco barely registered that she was giving him a twisted form of his earlier words.

"Now I want you to say it to me. I want you to tell me you want me, and I want you to tell me how badly you want to be inside me."

"Why?"

Ginny leaned down to kiss him. In all their actions over the night this was the first kiss, and it was shattering. With all the passion she could put into a kiss, Ginny took possession of his mouth. Draco was so shocked by the power that he was slow in getting his tongue to meet hers. Pulling her body as close to his as was allowed, he rolled them over until he was on top of her.

"I want you. I want to be inside of you," Draco groaned against her mouth.

"How much?"

Draco's mind skimmed the list of phrases he had used on other women before, statements that just didn't seem to fit this situation. "I changed my sheets after you left because the short time you were in my bed earlier had them smelling of your perfume and I couldn't sleep. Does that tell you anything?"

Ginny seemed to be in deep thought, "Only that poor, tired Draco Malfoy couldn't close his eyes because of the cheap scent of a Weasley? Am I right?" she batted her eyes innocently.

Grabbing her face with his hands, Draco kissed her. For a while Ginny forgot why she was doing this, and why it was so important she made him beg, or at least admit that he was wrong. His lips were so soft and his mouth tasted like bourbon and chocolate. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered a little, the small sound giving Draco permission to let his hands slide to her hips and his fingers slip under her knickers. He tried to pull them off and jarred her from the distraction of his mouth.

"It reminded me of how stupid I had been earlier when I made you leave. Instead I could have had you under me making sound like that one, only louder."

Ginny pushed him off of her and left the bed. Smiling prettily, she found her dress and put it on, this time taking care to do it slowly and let the dress fall the way it should.

"What are you doing?"

Ginny considered leaving Draco in his confusion, but then what good was everything she had done if he didn't know why?

"That's all I came here for, to hear you say that you were wrong. That I was worth wanting."

Draco took a minute to digest the information that he had been purposely thoroughly turned on and was now being left. Was that what she had came for? Was she that daft that she had to prove that she was desirable? He thought his earlier actions proved that.

Ginny was at the fireplace, Floo powder in hand.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, I'm done here. While I'm still listening to whatever you have to say, any preferences for dinner and your dessert tomorrow?"

Moving so fast Ginny could have sworn he Apparated, Draco came between her and the fireplace, and blocked her way.

"You propped up on my kitchen counter with me between your legs. You're not leaving. Why the bloody hell do you want to? Why did you come back here and do this if all you were going to do was leave?"

"Why did you make me leave before?"

Ginny took notice of her state of dress and his state of, well, undress. A naked, agitated and fully erect Draco Malfoy was a beautiful sight to behold. Ginny reached out and traced her finger around his hip-bone and then down his thigh and back up again.

"Virgins don't belong in my bed."

It had nothing to do with her, or more specifically, her background, the way she had thought. She immediately felt embarrassed.

"Oh, um, I'll go now."

Draco held his place blocking her way. "No, you're not. You're going to kiss me again, and then I'm going to rip that dress of you so that you can't put it back on or even use Reparo to fix it. Then we're going to finish what you came here and started. I may only have a few morals, but even those only stretch so far before they break."

He kissed her. Ginny barely registered his hands coming to her back and ripping the dress from the seam at her waist, to the flimsy shear fabric at the bottom. Her arms at her sides made it easy for him to remove her ruined clothes. Picking her up by her waist, Draco lifted her to the bed, never once breaking the kiss. When he stopped kissing her lips, it was to move his mouth elsewhere. Her neck, her collarbones, her breasts and then stomach, forcing her down with each press of his body to hers until she lay down. Approaching her knickers, he used the pressure of his fingers on her arse to tell her to lift her hips and she did. Sliding them over her legs and then shoes (Merlin, he was happy to see those still on), Draco kissed her legs from ankles to knees. Reaching her thighs, he spread her legs to give him better access.

Ginny bit her lip to stop the making wanton sounds as Draco devoured her with his mouth and tongue. This was not how she intended this to go, but she couldn't bring herself to voice any complaints. One of his hands found its way to her stomach and began to tickle her ribcage. Ginny smiled and gasped. Draco used one finger to enter her as he continued to work her with his mouth.

Wanting to fill her completely, Draco tickled her again to distract her as her slid another finger into her. She was tight, wet, and gyrated her hips under his mouth. Any woman who would enter his bedroom the way she did, arouse him the way she did, and expect it to stop there was beyond mental. Draco let his thumb brush over her clit in between strokes of his tongue, the new sensation causing Ginny to grab his hair and push him harder against her. As far as Draco was concerned, virgin or not, Ginny Weasley had crossed the point of no return long ago.

His hair was soft between her fingers. Nights studying him and wanting to touch him had caused her to make many speculations about certain aspects of Draco Malfoy. She had never wondered what his hair felt like, always assuming that it was coarse and brittle due to all the gel he must put in it. It felt so nice between her fingers and he was…

Ginny arched her back off the bed, her hands leaving Draco's hair to explore the fabric of the sheets above her head as she came. Draco kissed his way up to her mouth as he positioned himself at her entrance. Kissing her hard enough to bruise, Draco tried to calm her erratic breathing with words. Unfortunately the words that left his mouth were not the intended words.

"You are so bloody fucking sexy. Next time I'm going to devour every piece of you until there is nothing left."

Incoherent from her mind-obliterating orgasm and his words Ginny kissed Draco with all the possessiveness for him that she felt at that moment. Just at that moment he was hers.

As if reading her mind, Draco whispered the same words against her lips as he entered her.

If it hadn't had been for the already relaxed and languid stated her body was in Ginny would have minded the intrusion more. Already buried to the hilt inside her, Draco steadied himself, careful not to move until she was ready. After the sharp pain that had brought her to more alertness dulled, Ginny noticed a more pleasant sensation. She felt complete. Draco moved to her neck and gave her soft, comforting kisses.

"Just tell me when and what you want me to do."

Ginny waited a few moments to enjoy the new feeling of him inside her. For Merlin's sake, Draco Malfoy was inside her! His chest was pressed into hers and she could feel the slight hair of his legs against her thighs.
Wrapping her legs around him Ginny pulled him in deeper causing a moan of pleasure from him and a soft sigh from her.

"Move, slow at first, and keep kissing me."

Complying with her order, Draco began to slowly pull himself out of her. She was about to beg him to come back when he slid just as slowly back in. Moving his mouth to hers, Draco kept up his rhythm in turn with the thrusting of his tongue. Ginny began to anticipate each inward thrust when she learned the style of his kiss. Eventually the pace became torture, and her body wanted more of him in quicker intervals.

"Faster, I need more of you."

Draco nearly cursed. It was killing him to go as slow as she wanted; yet if he went faster, he knew it would be over in no time. Her body clung to him so tightly with every thrust that he didn't want to leave; he wanted to be buried inside her for as long as she would allow. Refusing to finish without her, Draco put his hand between their bodies and touched her clit, rubbing it slowly and every now and then brushing her where he joined her. Satisfied to hear her quickening breath and satisfied to know that she wasn't far behind him, Draco sped up his pumping, her gasps and moans spurring him on more than any woman's ever had before. She was different; he knew this was unpracticed and unrehearsed. Her nails dug into the small of his back and scratched him upwards, burying themselves in his hair and forcing his mouth harder on hers. Ginny was now lifting her hips to meet him with every thrust, her legs clinched so tight around him he could barely move. He continued his rhythm until she threw her head back from his mouth and made a small sound that he was sure must have been his name in some foreign tongue. Only when he knew she had came did he let himself go, thrusting so hard into her that bruises would be visible the next morning.

Draco collapsed on top of her, and his weight was somehow delicious. Neither of them wanted to speak, afraid to break whatever enchantment had briefly passed over them. Kisses over various parts of each other's faces were shared, but not whispered endearments of love. Hands began to wander again and Ginny wondered how many times in one night could one do this without dying (like she felt she had just did). More kissing and more hands everywhere and she began to feel him grow hard inside her again. Figuring she wasn't quite ready for another round, Draco began to pull out of her. Ginny realized his intent and tightened her legs around him, pulling him back in.

"No, again."

And they did, several more times before morning.

A/N: There are two obscure references are in this. One that is easy to guess is The Cure's Fascination Street, the other was me messing with a J. R. R. Tolkien quote. Also, sorry to say, but I'm taking time off of this fic to start posting my H/Hr companion piece. It starts at least a few months before The Way to a Man's Heart and then finishes shortly after this chapter. I don't want to give away the ending of that story by going further with this one. When I have the next chapter finished I will be posting it on my Yahoo group that can be found here for those of you who either don't like to read H/Hr and want to finish this, or just don't care about ruined endings and just want a story. I've got some other stuff there, too, but I just started it so don't expect too much…. Yet :P

Special thanks to my wonderful new beta (yea! I finally got one!) Lady Endymion.