Mine

Ginny sits on the floor of the now unused Divination room, wondering why she lets herself fall for guys like this. First it was Harry, who would only pay attention to her when he thought his life was falling apart and wanted to get away from it all. He would meet her in the darkness of the fifth floor corridor at night and want to snog in the corner, and she would let him, until she realized it wasn't going anywhere. Then there was Sirius. She nearly shudders at that memory. Poor Sirius, locked up in that depressing house on Grimmwald Place, treated like a prisoner. Again. He never tried anything more than a few kisses but the sad hungry way he looked at her cleared her head of all rational thought.

And now. Now, there is Draco. His thin, long body stretched across the maroon carpet in front of her. His eyes are on his potions book and his fingers are gently running across Ginny's outer thigh. The way she feels about him is different than the way she feels about Harry. Harry was famous. Harry was someone she could look up to. But Harry was so serious and had the weight of the wizarding world - literally - on his shoulders. Sirius was older, an exciting secret, and dangerous and mysterious. And now gone. And Draco, Draco is something completely different.

Draco wants to possess her. At first, she thought that the secret thrill of meeting Draco after Quidditch was from the danger, the forbiddeness. The fact that he hated Harry. The fact that his father was a known Death Eater, had even tried to kill her once before. And probably would try again, she thinks dryly, if he knew what his son was doing right now. It became not good enough to make Harry, Ron, and even Hermione upset and jealous. Now, Draco wanted to control her, possess her, dominate her in every way possible.

“You-are-mine,” he had growled in her ear one night, punctuating each word with a thrust.

And it isn't that she doesn't enjoy it, because she does. She finds herself completely smitten with him, his blond hair that dangled into his silver eyes, his pale skin, that smirk, everything. But, her family will kill her when they find out. Draco is determined to tell his parents during the Holiday. Just another way of making me exclusively his, she thinks with a smile. Ginny wants to avoid the torture for as long as possible.

“You love me, right Gin?” he had asked, making her name sound exotic and sexy.

“Of course I do,” she had answered, narrowing her eyes. “Why do you have to ask?”

“Because I'm not going to hide anymore. It's bloody fine by me if the whole world knows about us.”

Neither Harry nor Ron had spoken to her since he had kissed her lips in the Great Hall during breakfast. Not that it's necessarily such a bad thing to be getting the silent treatment from them.

She watches Draco pour over the book in front of him, studying for his N.E.W.T.s, and is thankful she doesn't have to worry too much about them yet. His bottom lip pokes out in the most suckable way as he studies, and she finds herself aroused.

What about a nice guy? she asks herself. Someone who is predictable and reliable. Someone your family would like. Michael Corner had been nice. Given her chocolates for Valentines day - Draco had given her chocolates too, chocolate body paint. Michael kissed her goodnight, never tried to get her in his bed, and had been as boring as the day was long. Draco caught her at all hours of the day and night, dragging her into closets, bathrooms, and sneaking into her bed, making sure her day was never, ever boring. He tied her up, sent her flowers, dared her to shag him in public places, where they knew they could get caught at any second, leaving her exhausted and spent, then demanding more the next day.

Ginny stretches herself out along Draco's back and kisses his ear.

“What are you doing?” he demands. “I can't breathe.”

“Do you think I'm fat, then?”

“Hardly,” he snorts, quickly rolling over and maneuvering himself on top of her.

She kisses him again, taking that lip into her own mouth, and hoping it's painful. His intake of breath tells her it is.

“You're still mine,” he tells her, pulling away and clamping down on her ear. “Mine. Always mine.”

She spreads her legs wider, and with one thrust, he is inside of her. His strokes are powerful and quick and within minutes she feels a warmth rising from her thighs and spreading to her stomach and back, her limbs tingling.

Draco groans and pushes harder, until she is sure he is deeper inside her than he has ever been.

“More,” she begs. “Harder.”

He obliges and Ginny feels a second orgasm building on top of her first one, and as the delicious shock waves rip through her, she feels Draco release himself inside of her and collapse on her chest, panting and sweating.

When he catches her breath, he bites down on her lip and hisses again, “Mine.”

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