Raspberry Swirl

I know another repost, but I’ve fixed it up and made it flow more smoothly.

I got the title from a Tori Amos song, but that song has NOTHING to do with this story! (Good song by the way!)

~*~ Raspberry Swirl:

Harry gazed at Hermione with full-fledged desire glinting in his eyes as he watched her pluck a juicy, red raspberry from a china, blue bowl, and dip it into the white, fluffy, whipped cream. She lifted the berry up to her lips, and ran it back and forth in a thinking motion, before popping it into her mouth. She gave a tiny grunt of satisfaction and slipped the tip of her tongue out to lap up a bead of juice that had gathered on her bottom lip. She then picked up her pen and began writing.

“Harry?” Hermione asked suddenly, causing Harry to jolt in surprise. “How are you coming along with your DADA essay? I’ve got about three and a half more pages to go. It’ll be slightly over the limit that was set, fifteen pages, but I just couldn’t help myself. Vampires are interesting creatures. A lot of the stuff about them in muggle books is completely wrong; well some have right factors, but mostly not. It’s unbelievable!” She cried, writing furiously at the same time.

He loved the way Hermione sat at an angle while she wrote, and this time she was angled towards him. With her hair up in a loose, very low, ponytail, stray pieces of her curly brown hair continued to get in her face, and rest on the upper curve of her cheek. It made her look more alluring, more seductive, and every time she batted that cursed piece of hair out of her eyes, her white muggle t-shirt would stretch across her pert, firm breasts.

It was sheer torture watching the display, especially since he’d gone a couple days without sex or jerking himself off. His slacks continued to get tighter, and he tried desperately hard not to adjust himself. It wasn’t as if he thought of as just some easy lay, it definitely wasn’t because he hadn’t had any in a while. He had always felt something deep towards Hermione, but never wanted to act on it for fear of ruining their friendship.

“Vampires can go out in sunlight as long as they have a certain kind of stone on them, their working stone, to be specific, and that’s just naming one out of hundreds. So how is your essay coming?”


“I only have three pages done,” he croaked.

Hermione jerked her head up, her eyes accusing. “Harry!”

“It isn’t due for three weeks, Hermione.”

“Come over here and start working! You’ll thank me when you have it done two weeks ahead of everyone else. Where is Ron by the way? Knowing him he hasn’t even gotten a paragraph done. When will you guys ever find out that you can’t just slap words onto a piece of paper and call it an essay? An essay needs effort, it’s very structural.”

He didn’t want to work on the bloody essay; he wanted to work on her, and he really didn’t want to talk about Ron either. He had no clue where his other friend was, or anyone else for that matter, and he could care less at the moment. Especially when they’re so many other tings, more enjoyable things, that they could do with their tongues, other than talk. Harry sighed as he lingered on that thought, daydreams of what he would like to do to very sweet, very luscious body.

Harry shook his head, ashamed that he would even think of Hermione as a sexual partner. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about one of his best friends like this, but lately his usual dreams of her were becoming too hot too handle. They were more erotic and at times they seemed almost real. During classes they had together he would intentionally brush against her. One time during a brewing in potions, he’d dropped his quill in a way that would make it roll to the other side of Hermione’s chair. Instead of just getting up and walking around like any other person would have, he leaned over her, allowing his upper arm to brush the side of her breast, before he retrieved his quill. On his way back up he even got gutsy enough to allow his knuckle to brush against the tip of her nipple.

He most definitely wasn’t a saint. He was but a mere seventeen-year-old boy with hormones running amuck. He was acting like an undersexed copy of a fifth year. It made him feel stupid, inexperienced, and inept all at once.

He let his eyes slowly drift to her lips as he lifted his lanky, yet muscular body up off the maroon couch, which was settled in front of the fireplace, and sauntered over to the table. As he got closer, he could see the tiny specks of whipped cream that still clung to her bottom lip, making Harry’s mouth water with anticipation. He watched as Hermione reached for her glass of ice water and took a sip.

Plopping down on the chair that sat across from her, he leaned his forearms on the cold tabletop, and stared at her intently. He hid a smile as he caught Hermione looking at him through her charcoal colored eyelashes.

Hermione sighed, dropped her quill on top of her parchment, and lifted her head up. “Harry? Are you having problems?”

He sat back, resting his shoulders against the top of the chair, in a slouched position. With his wrist drooping over the edge of the table, and his white tuxedo shirt rolled up at the sleeves, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look. “Why do you ask?”

Hermione simply shrugged her shoulders. “You look like you need help with something.”

Harry licked his bottom lip, loosened his gold and maroon stripped tie, and shook his head. “No.”

She gave him a puzzled look and then went back to her writing. When her eyes dropped from his, releasing him from his dazed state, he instantly made up his mind.

He wanted her. Needed her. It was as simple as that.

“Actually, Hermione, there is something I’ve wanted to ask you,” Harry said, his voice low and raspy.

His eyes watched her every move as she lifted her head up and arched her eyebrow, waiting for his question. He needed to read her body language, make sure she would feel something, when he propositioned her.

“You see, I don’t really want to ask you, but it’s the gentlemanly thing to do. I’m hoping, no, praying you’ll say yes,” Harry added as he scooted his chair around the table, the wooden legs screeching in resistance, and he wrapped his fingers around her neck, bringing her face closer to him.

Her back stiffened at the change and unconsciously resisted the motion.

“You have whipped cream on your lips,” he murmured breathlessly against her lips. “I just want a tiny taste.”

He placed a hand on her waist, his other still comfortably resting on her neck as he tugged her out of her chair, and settled her onto his lap.

Her eyes widened in shock. “H-Harry! Wh-what?”

Harry couldn’t believe it himself. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, that it was far too risky. His friendship with Ron and Hermione was and is the only thing that kept him brimming the light in his dark world.


This is wrong.

Why is everything that feels good considered wrong?

Harry parted his lips and darted his tongue out, sliding it up the crease of Hermione’s bottom lip. He gently caught the plump red lip in his mouth, nibbling gently, lapping up the sugary, creamy confection, before entering her mouth. Hermione gave a raspy, heat filled sigh, pushing slightly harder with her lips. Her tongue cautiously came out, touching the tip of it to his.

She tasted of cold sweet, sticky, raspberry juice with hints of the fluffy whipped cream. She literally tasted heavenly-if someone told him Hermione Granger was made out of cotton candy; he’d believe them in a second.

After a few minutes of tentative French kissing Harry pulled back, searching her face. Hermione was slightly out of breath, giving him a dreamy look, her lips swollen and pouty from being thoroughly kissed. Harry curled the side of his mouth in a semi-smile and trailed his thumb back and forth over her jawbone.

She shuddered, sucking in a breath. She had never experienced a kiss like that. Of course she’d been kissed a few times by Viktor Krum, but it hadn’t been electrifying, mind blowing. She was still feeling shock waves trembling through her as she registered the wonderfully erotic kiss filled with sweet raspberry juice.

He applied pressure against her chin, forcing her mouth to open, and bent forward again. At first the kiss was light, coaxing; his mouth shaped itself to hers, delicately exploring. His hand shifted down her spin, tracing. His mouth slowly opened hers again, and as soon as she felt his tongue, her toes curled.

Gaining confidence, Hermione slowly moved her hands up underneath his black, hooded jumper. She shivered as she ran her hands over his chest, stomach, and shoulders. She then wrapped her arms, while still underneath his shirt, around his neck, and traced the back of his neck, sending chills through his body.

Heremione couldn’t stop touching him. He was intoxicating. His smooth skin smelled of light cologne and every time she flattened her hand out over his back she couldn’t help to wonder if the rest of him tasted as good as his lips did.

“Harry, can I-” she started.

He quickly interrupted her. “You can do whatever you choose.”

She took in a shaky breath before lifting his shirt up and over his head. Hermione held in a sigh of pleasure and cautiously placed her cool lips against his burning chest. Harry flinched slightly and rolled his head back, groaning. He pulled her hair out of her ponytail and clenched his fist around a hand full as she trailed kisses around his nipple.

“Harry, I read in this book—well, that is to say, would you mind if we experimented. I’m sure you don’t want to here about what I read, ” she whispered as she looked up into his eyes, still kissing him as she did.

Harry let out a mixed laugh and groan. “Please do NOT talk about books right now!”

She gave a sheepish smile and got off his lap, pulling him to his feet. “Which is why I stopped.”

She turned to get the bowl of whipped cream, and then faced back towards Harry. She walked until she stood in front of him.

“Take your pants off,” she spoke shakily, with a hint of seduction.

Harry turned his head and looked at her in puzzled amusement. “I live to obey,” he smiled and slipped his buttons from their resting place.

“And your boxers—okay um, never mind. Commando,” Hermione gasped and quickly converted her eyes.

Harry grinned and reached for her face, turning it back to him. “Don’t be embarrassed. Really though, if you can’t look, then maybe we’re going to quickly.”

She sucked in a huge breath. “No. I want this, I do. O-okay, now lay down on the floor.”

He stood for a fraction of a second before he dropped down to a sitting position on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him. He leaned against the couch and watched as Hermione got to her knees between his legs. He watched her intently as she dipped her hand into the whipped cream.

What is she doing?

“What are you going to do? Eat-,” Harry gasped, his eyes fully dilated as she brought her hands down and lathered the cream around him, her fingers grazing the tip of his erection.

He grunted in pleasure and watched Hermione’s face. For a second she just stared down at what she’d done, it was almost as if she had to make sure it was perfect before she did anything. Then she lifted her eyes up to his, giving him an impish grin, she laid her body down at his feet, and gently touched her tongue to his sensitive tip.

Harry ground his teeth together in pleasure and growled as he felt her tongue sliding around him. He cried out in shock as her mouth finally engulfed him fully, her tongue still swirling, licking, and slurping, as she bobbed her head up and down.

He brought his hand, cautiously down, dropping it against the back of her head. The pleasure was so intense that he thought he might hurt her if he touched her too long. So he dropped his hand back to his side. He dropped his eyes down to her to see Hermione staring intently at his expressions, studying them with excitement. She then lifted her head, and reached for her cup of ice water taking a long gulp. She bent down and brought him back into her once warm mouth. He cringed slightly, but the intense different of temperature quickly changed once again, igniting his pleasure even more. Instinctively, he arched his back, pushing deeper into her mouth.

Desire coursed through him as Hermione repeated the process. The temperatures of her mouth making him bite his lip. A bead of blood formed and he jerked her up, trying to be gentle.

“Hermione, I want to taste you,” he whispered as he kissed her mouth quickly and changed positions with her.

He reached for the red raspberries and crushed them in his hand, dripping the contents of the juice over her stomach and breasts. She squealed and pulled away, slightly, as the cold, sticky liquid trailed over her, down her sides, tickling her. Harry grinned devilishly and swirled his tongue around the tangy juice, sliding along her breasts, her naval, and her sides. When he dipped his tongue into her belly button she jerked, causing his face to bump into her stomach. She gave a hiccupping gasp and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Oh, Harry,” she breathed.

Harry went for the whipped cream bowl, sliding his finger into it and curling, bringing only a fingertip of it out. With his other hand he opened her pouting lips and let her suck it off, then he repeated the motion, but when she went to pop his finger back into her mouth, he refused and bent back between her legs. He opened her and rubbed the whipped cream against her nub, then bent down, and suckled it gently in his mouth.

“Oh yes, wow,” Hermione cried out, dropping her head against the couch, her hips rising of their own will, as his tongue slipped inside of her.

Harry slowly pulled away and grabbed a raspberry, rubbing it between her nether lips. Her hips riding the raspberry and she licked her lips, gasping wildly. Harry discarded the raspberry and reached into Hermione’s ice water, pulling out the biggest ice cube he could get. He then inserted the ice cube into her, swiftly pushing it in and out, swirling it inside of her.

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock and she squeaked. “Oh god, OH god, oh GOD!” she cried out as she came hard, her hips lifting, as her whole body tensed, racking with tremors. Her fingers dug into the floor, as if trying to clutch onto something.

When she came down she was breathing hard, huffing, her eyes still filled with pleasure. A dreamy expression plastered in her eyes before she slowly shut them and whispered to him. “Oh, Harry, that was amazing.”

He grinned. “It’s not over yet,” he lifted her up, leaving the melting ice cube inside of her, and pulled her across his lap, as he laid himself on the floor. “Hermione, a-are you—”

Hermione shook her head and slightly wiggled her hips against his abdomen, so she could feel the melting ice cube and him at the same time. “No, I’m not going to change my mind.”

Harry chuckled softly. “That’s not what I meant. Are you a virgin?”

Hermione cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

Pride swelled inside of him. He would be her first lover and he would cherish it. “No-I just find it hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you hasn’t had sex, but then again I’m glad.”

“I know it’ll hurt, but I’ve ridden a few horses in my time, so there won’t be much resistance. So I want you to go fast. I figure it’s just like waxing your legs or eyebrows. The faster you go, the less it hurts,” Hermione rambled.

Harry grinned softly at her and placed a finger to her lips, shushing her. “Okay,” he whispered and quickly pushed himself inside of her.

She flinched, her eyes widening, and her mouth dropping open. Tears formed in her eyes and she quickly bowed her head down, her open mouth biting down into his shoulder as she grunted in displeasure.

She was still warm, and extremely wet from the not quite melted ice cube when he had pushed himself into her. Harry growled and gritted his teeth before frowning at her look when he accidentally pushed deeper inside of her.

“Are you okay?” Harry whispered against her neck before sliding his teeth along her pulse.

“I heard the pain was horrible, I guess I just never—” She cringed and shifted to the side.

Harry let out a rush of breath at her changed position. He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand in the valley of her lower back, gripping her. He pushed against her back, moving her body closer to his. He rested his forehead against her chest and shivered.

“I-a-I think you can move now,” Hermione whispered against his forehead.

With both his hands clutching her sides, his reaction to her words caused his hips to jerk viciously up.

“Nhmph,” Hermione grunted, sliding her hands down her chest, then resting them, open palmed, against her lower stomach.

Her breath was choppy as she tried to inhale some air and she pressed her hands hard against her belly. Harry bit his lip hard and yanked her hands from her stomach, knowing if he allowed her to leave them there, the whole thing would be over way too soon.

Hermione arched her back, going so far back that Harry almost paused and wondered if she was made of elastic. “Flexible aren’tcha?” Harry groaned.

Hermione gave a gasp followed by a laugh. “I’m glad my parents made me take years and years of gymnastics too, Harry,” she gasped.

He laughed then gritted his teeth as she started her own movements, matching his perfectly.

Harry closed his eyes at the incredible feel of her wetness sliding down the length of him. She leaned forward and nibbled the corner of his mouth as she rocked herself against him. She opened his mouth and demonstrated the movements their bodies were making. She then moved to nuzzle his neck and felt him groan as she quickened her pace.

“Faster,” Hermione grunted, sliding her hands down his arms, and clasping his hands with hers.

She rotated her hips hard into his, rolling like she was a natural. He dug his heels into her carpet, gaining more leverage. He kissed her hard, with an urgent need, as he gripped her hips making her go faster.

The carpet on the floor was digging into his back making him burn, but it only added to his pleasure as he squeezed Hermione’s breasts. He dug the heels of his feet harder into the carpet pushing deeper into her. The short fast strokes stopped and he buried himself full-length into her tight sheath, her eager, demanding hips riding him harder and faster.

Harry gasped as she turned, causing more friction between their slick bodies, and allowing him access to go deeper into her.

Hermione stopped.

Harry gasped, sweat dripping down the side of his face, clinging to his chest, and pooling at the base of his spine. “Oh, ‘Mione, please don’t stop!” He cried out desperately, pushing his hips higher.

“What if we get caught?” Her voice edged with panic. “I heard a noise, I think someone’s coming!”

“You think? I’m so close. How are you just thinking about this now? IT’S too late to stop,” he cried out as he clasped her butt, yanking her down, and driving up into her.

She slid her teeth across her lips as Harry pounded her hips, up and down. He felt wetness on his upper back and knew that the carpet had finally ripped through his skin. He angled his hips, hitting a new spot in her that made her scream. She cried out, bending, clutching her hair as her body racked with trembles, and shook hard with the force of her on coming orgasm.

With a grunt, she collapsed against his chest, making mewling noises, and rubbing her face against his chest.

Harry growled and flipped her over onto her back, slammed into her roughly three more times, pinning her hips in place underneath him. A fraction of a beat passed, his face clenched as he came. He pushed his face into her neck, clutching her hips tighter to him as his hips spasmodically jerked once.

He dropped on top of Hermione, licking her neck before fully resting. He felt her hands run over his back and he jolted as pain shot through him.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me the carpet was hurting you? Didn’t you notice?” She asked, still slightly breathless.

“For about a second,” he whispered. He lifted his head up, leaning on his arms, looking intently into her eyes, “I will never, ever, look at iced water, raspberries, and whipped cream the same way.”

Hermione giggled, and turned her head so that her cheek rested against the carpet. . “Don’t forget the ice cubes.”

He bent down and kissed her, smiling against her lips.

Hermione licked her lips and then paused. “You know Harry, I find it hard to believe that everyone would stay away, around the time dinner is getting over with, while this happened,” Hermione said suddenly.

Harry lifted his eyebrows. “Are you implying something? I thought it was just my luck, but now that I’m thinking more clearly,” he grinned as Hermione blushed, “I’m thinking I usually have rotten luck.”

“Which means Ron got smart and played matchmaker. Kind of hard to believe really-not the part about Ron playing matchmaker.”

“The part about him playing smart,” Harry snorted in amusement. “Well if he did, I’m not complaining,” he said tracing kisses along her jaw-line.

“Me either!” Hermione sighed, then an evil look crossed her face, “So, Harry, up for round two?”

Harry just grinned.

~Finished~

I did make a lot of changes. In the first copy Hermione had not been a virgin-so I changed that along with adding more detail. I hope everyone liked this version better. If you’d like to read the original version you can go here: http://www.geocities.com/gypsybaby21/raspberryswirl.html

Instead of making a new story slot I decided to just put this with 

Raspberry Swirl. It’s another revision, but it’s a Draco/Ginny PWP. 

I didn’t spend too much time revising it though!

Summary: Ginny finds out that chocolate, butter mints, and strawberries are good for many 

other things.

Chocolate Syrup, Butter Mints, and Strawberries:

She was an interesting specimen. He’d give her that much. Draco mused to himself.

He tapped his chin as he watched the clumsy, youngest Weasley, slip and slide down the hall, giving a kittenish grunt. He grinned as she quickly lifted herself and straightened her hair, peaking around to see if anyone had seen her stumble.

“No one but me saw,” Draco spoke out loud, causing her to jump.

He sneered arrogantly and popped a butter mint into his mouth, closing his eyes briefly to savor the creamy taste.

Her eyes widened as she saw who it was. “I-I-”

Draco glided down the hall and stopped a few inches in front of her, making her flinch. He raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand up, making a motion as if he would touch her, but not doing it. “Are you afraid of me brat?” He spoke softly.


Her gaze hardened and she glared at him with stubbornness and a mixture of fear. “I am not a brat!”

“Hmm, you always did have spunk,” he commented casually. His eyes left her freckled face to travel down her body and he sneered in disgust at not seeing what he wanted. He wanted tight close and the view of a nice body, what he got was loose clothes and scuffed shoes. “Your clothes are absolutely horrid. Look at them! You should be ashamed of you and your parents. Absolutely revolting.”

“I beg your pardon!” Ginny snapped, causing Draco’s eyes to lift to her face. “I’m very proud of my parents and of me! They work hard to put a roof over our heads and food in our belly. They love us, unlike your parents!”

“Oh!” Draco grinned smacking his hand against his chest in a sarcastic manner. “You really got me there, Red. Not that you could call what you live in a roof though. More like grass glued together I’ll bet.”

“You are a sad, sorry little person—”

Draco’s hand zipped out and gripped tightly around Ginny’s jaw. She cried out in pain. “Watch your mouth when you speak to me!”

She jerked away and rubbed her chin. “I don’t want to ever speak to you! It just seems you’re the one that’s always speaking to me-us—my brother!”

Draco looked down his nose at her. “It gives me great pleasure to make your lives miserable. I dare say I do a good job! When you saw me coming up to you a bit ago, the fear in your eyes was absolutely priceless!”

Ginny tossed her head and folded her arms over her chest. “It wasn’t fear! It was pure, undiluted disgust!”

The shout of laughter that flowed from his mouth made Ginny give a fast scream. “A-are you going insane?” she asked.

“Undiluted? That’s a big word for you. Do you even know what it means?”

Ginny lifted her nose in the air, never taking her eyes away from him. “Pure.”

“Like you?” Draco questioned catching her off guard as he trailed his index finger along her right cheekbone.

She jerked away, her eyes flashing with confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Your skin is surprisingly soft,” Draco whispered.

Ginny swallowed. “A-are you under a spell?” she choked out.

He dropped his eyes down to hers. “Why would you ask that?”

“You’re acting very strange.”


“Am I?” He asked still caressing her cheek.


He paused his hand, looking into her eyes, and then he bent his head down, gently brushing his lips against hers. He applied a bit more pressure and opened his eyes to see that she had shut hers, most likely to stop their shuddering, but failing.


She’s scared.

Cat and mouse is such a fun game!

He grinned against her soft, plump lips and stuck the tip of his tongue out. He traced it along the seam, coaxing them to open, but himself quickly getting irritated when she continued to refuse his seeking request.

“It helps if you open your mouth,” he murmured.

“I don’t want to!” she cried out, causing an idea to pop into his head.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he whispered as he pulled her chin down, forcing her mouth open, and massaged her still tongue with his. “Kiss me back.”


When she did, Draco almost groaned a loud from the feeling. They swapped his mint back and forth, taking turns suckling the juicy piece of candy. He trailed his hands down her side, causing her to jerk.


“Ticklish?”


“Mm,” she moaned into his mouth.


He dropped his hands down to the buttons of her pants and slid one out. Ginny pushed his hand away. “Stop it!” she gasped, however not pulling away from his kiss.

“Oh, Ginny, let me kiss you,” he whispered into her mouth as he said her name for the first time.

He looked at her face as he continued to assault her mouth. She looked confused and answered simple enough.

“You are kissing me.”

She said it after he popped out the last button of her pants. He shoved his hand inside of her panties and she jerked, bringing her hands to wrap around his wrists. She pulled her mouth away looking at him in shock as he pushed his fingers into her. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and bent her knees slightly, pushing her thighs together, gripping his hand, and pushing him into her more.

“Here,” he whispered, searching her face.

Her breathing skyrocketed. She scrapped her teeth along her bottom lips, which were swollen and puffy from the kiss they had shared. “Oh, whoa,” she gasped.

Her hips rolled to his hand motions, slightly bucking.

Draco grinned at the look on her face. “I take that as a yes?”

She didn’t say anything, just breathed heavily in panting gasps for breath. He continued to massage her as he dropped to his knees, scooting forward on them, until her back rested against the wall. He pulled his hand out and glanced quickly back up at her face. Her head was leaning against the stones, the curve of her neck exposed. Returning his attention back to his hands, he grinned at the duck print underwear she had underneath her clothing. He flicked his wrist and her slacks dropped.

He slid her panties, down over the curve of her hip, and let them fall the rest of the way down by themselves, slipping them underneath her feet. He gently pushed her legs open a little wider and he examined the red curls. Giving her one last look he brought his head between her legs and let his tongue gently climb the crevice.

Her hips jerked at his invasion and she glanced down in shock, jolting from her wonderful euphoria of pleasure she had experienced only minutes ago.

“What are you doing?” she cried out bringing her hands up to her hair and baring her teeth as his tongue delved into her, caressing her swollen nub. “Oh, oh,” she panted, getting louder and louder, her fingers clenching her hair tighter.

She moaned when he pulled his head back. “Be quiet, or I’ll stop!” he threatened with a glint in his eyes.

She bit her lip and shook her head, submitting to his request quickly. He went back to work, but this time, to apply more roughage, he pushed his butter mint into her, rubbing it back and forth. He sucked the mint back into his mouth and then pushed it back into Ginny. He sucked both the mint and her until it dissolved. She fell onto his shoulder, gasping in pleasure.


“Whoa,” Draco grunted as he watched her slid down the wall and then onto her back.


Draco couldn’t believe his luck as he watched Ginny’s hand run along her clothed breasts and lift her hips slightly. He grinned and then ran his hand along the length of her sides. He lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders, scooting her closer to his thighs as he bent her legs back and devoured her.

Ginny gave a kittenish grunt as he pushed his tongue inside her. “W-what can I do with my hands?” she begged.

His eyes glanced up to hers then he lifted his head away and Ginny groaned from the loss. “Whatever your little heart desires. If it heightens your pleasure, go a head and touch yourself. Like this,” he added as he pushed his free hand up under her shirt and caressed her breasts through her silk bra.

Ginny’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Draco smirked and went back to work.

Ginny cried out as he inserted a finger. Her hips bucked against his face, almost catching him off guard. Her grunts were becoming so loud, Draco thought they’d get caught; they were, after all, doing this in the main hall.

Draco felt Ginny’s hands on top of his head, pushing his face harder into her, all the while rolling her hips up. Her grip roughened as he felt her orgasm rip through her. He reached his hand up and smothered her oncoming screams.

Her whole body jolted from the pleasures as he continued to lick and suckle her. Her tremors and shakes were vibrating his mouth. He pulled his tongue and face away, but still pushed his finger in and out as he watched her eyes.

“Don’t shut your eyes and be quiet!” he growled.

She struggled to keep her eyes on his. Her body was quaking and still he kept pushing his finger into her. When she felt a second one coming she latched her teeth onto his palm.

Draco clenched his teeth to keep from gasping from the pain. He watched her eyes cloud over as she slowly came again. Her hips moving, gushing his finger with her juices as she dug her heels into the floor, lifting her hips as high as they could go in her position. She dropped down to the cold, cement floor, her breathing slowly calming, but still in wild pants. Her teeth let his palm go, but when he went to jerk his hand away to examine it, she yanked it back to her mouth, and slowly began licking the teeth marks.

His all ready present erection tightened even further. “We have to go to dinner,” he said as he lifted her hips up to pull her shorts back on.

Her voice was shy and embarrassed. “I-I don’t think I can move.”

He smirked. “Yes you can,” he whispered as he buttoned her slacks up.

“Wait…my underwear,” Ginny said, pausing his hand.

Draco bit his lip. “Go commando! I’ve been told it’s very stimulating, especially after two orgasms!” he grinned and stuck her panties in her back pocket then smacked her butt.

She gulped and looked at him shocked.

He pulled her up. “Go in!”

She took a deep breath, smoothed her hands down her hair, straightened her clothes, and headed towards the dining hall.

Ginny blushed as she sat next to her brother and immediately went to work on her food. “Hello!” she smiled.

Ron lifted an eyebrow. “Where were you?”

“Um-um-I was taking care of-something,” she stuttered.

“O-okay!”

Ginny grinned at her brother. Then as if on cue she watched as Draco sauntered in, aiming a huge smirk in her direction as he saw her eyeing him. A blush crept up into her face for the millionth time as he licked his lips seductively, and then sat down next to his two goons. She lifted her eyes one more time to see him still looking, but this time when she bent her head down, it stayed.

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

The note came to her the next day when she was studying for her Divinations exam in the library. A snowy white owl with beady black eyes, flapped its long wings, and dropped it against her hand. It didn’t even bother to take a rest as it flew out the window. She lifted the paper up and opened.

GW,

‘Meet me at the Slytherin staircase at midnight…don’t be late! I have a special treat in store for you…and if you’re late you won’t get it’s delectable sweetness!’

Yours,

DM

She slid her teeth over her lip to keep from smiling. “D! And go figure that was his bird! It obviously shares the disliking he has for me…well use to have! Maybe.”

She glanced at the clock above the librarian’s desk.

11:30!

He could have given me more of a warning!

That’s just like him.

How do you know?

I-I don’t.


She thought to herself as she leapt up from her seat, leaving her books on the table. She ignored the Librarian’s scolding at the nose from the chair scraping against the floor. Her heart was beating rapidly in excitement as she dashed down the hall towards the stairs.

If this treat was anything like the previous one…she threw her head back and giggled. Whoa-we she couldn’t wait.

Ginny bit her lip and groaned as she remembered what had happened the other day. She had been so shocked when he had done that. Ginny had expected him to hit her, not –err do that! She could feel a blush rise into her cheeks as she remembered her wantonness towards his actions.

He’s incorrigible!

Oh, but his tongue is magnificent.

Not that I have anything to compare it too!

All the same…talking tongue Olympics here!

When she got to the Slytherin stairs it was exactly 11:55. She plopped herself down, bringing her knees up under her chin and waited. Pondering what he could possibly have for her.

“You’re three minutes early,” Draco’s voice popped out of nowhere.

She gasped and looked up eyes widened.

“I said 12:00, not three minutes early!”

Ginny glared. “You are such a pompous ass!”

Draco lifted his finger and pointed. “Hey, I’m still giving you the treat!”

“Oh…then I take it back! So what is it?”

Draco grinned and held his hand out, Ginny hesitantly took it. He turned and walked up the stairs with her in hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To my room.”

“Um-hey you know just because of that tongue Olympics in the hall that happened doesn’t mean—”

Draco threw his head back in laughter.

“That’s starting to scare me you know! You never laugh!”

“Tongue Olympics, huh? Liked it that much did you? Well I suppose you would.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Draco shook his head and whispered something. The door opened immediately and the walked into the Slytherin territory.

“Wow, this isn’t much different from Gryffindor’s. Different colors and all though.”

The walked up some more stairs and he pushed opened another door. The first thing Ginny saw was a bottle of chocolate syrup and strawberries. She pounced on the strawberries. As she was about to touch one Draco jerked her back.

“Not for eating yet!”

She stuck out her bottom lip. “Ron wouldn’t let me eat my dessert because I refused to touch my stupid vegetables so I want sweets!”

Draco shook his head as he looked at her. “How old are you?”

Ginny pushed her hands into her pockets. “You know very well how old I am.”

“Why do you let that sorry excuse tell you what to do?”

Ginny shrugged. “So what are we going to do?”

Draco grinned evilly and opened the curtains to his bed. He sat down at the edge, staring at her. Ginny, getting uncomfortable started fidgeting with her jeans.

“Take off your clothes.”

She jerked her head up. “What?”

Draco slowly lifted himself back up, yanking off his shirt, and unbuttoning his pants in the process of descending on her.

“I said, take off your clothes.”

“No.”

He walked over to her and lifted the hem of her shirt. Ginny grabbed his wrists and held on. “Take off your clothes Ginny.”

“I don’t want too!”

“Why do you lie to yourself? You knew this would happen. Why would come up here if you didn’t know?”

Ginny gulped as Draco began unbuttoning her pants. She reached for her shirt and slowly lifted it up and over her shoulders. Her hips were slightly jerking from Draco’s motions of slipping the buttons through their resting places.

He shoved them down along with her underwear. He lifted one foot at a time and flung the clothing to the side.

“Hey—” Ginny squealed covering her lower region.

“Oh please! Ginny, do you not remember yesterday?” Draco chuckled. “Go lay on the bed and take your bra off.”

Ginny turned her hands and unsnapped the clasps as she walked over to his bed. She fell against the cool sheets and sighed. She lifted the sheet up and over herself.

“What are you doing? Take it off!” Draco growled as he held the syrup and strawberries.

Ginny pushed the sheet off and watched as he placed the strawberries on his nightstand. He lifted the bottle of chocolate syrup and squeezed. Ginny watched as it gushed out of the bottle and dropped slowly onto her belly.

“Ew, what are you doing? That’s gooey!”

He brought the trail up and over her breasts circling it around, then down her middle. The black chocolate poured into her belly button and she jerked as he went lower.

“Draco!” she warned.

“Shut-up,” he whispered as he put the bottle down.

He leaned down and flicked her chocolate covered nipple with his tongue. Ginny gasped and jerked her stomach in as he took it into his mouth.

“Oh—wow,” she gasped.

He reached over for a strawberry and swirled it around her other, still chocolate, covered breast. He brought the tipped chocolate strawberry to her mouth. As she went to bite it he pulled it back slightly, wanting to watch her mouth open to take in every time he brought it back.

“Give it to me!” she demanded.

Draco groaned and laughed at the same time. “Not the select choice of words.”

He brought it to her lips, tracing it around, covering them in chocolate. He let her bit the tip of the strawberry before he pounced on her lips. He kissed her fiercely, lapping up the sweet tangy taste that engulfed her mouth. His kiss was so hard and passionate that Ginny’s head lifted from the strength of him pushing her down.

She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck; pressure against pressure. The chocolate started sliding down her, giving her tingles.

He left her lips and went to lap at the dark chocolate. This time he didn’t go slowly, he licked, and suckled in a hurried frenzy, causing Ginny to squeeze her legs together, applying pressure, as warmth pooled between them.

He picked up two more strawberries, allowing her to eat one. He took the other one, and dipped it in the chocolate. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“Open your legs.”

“What are you going to do?” she gasped as his hand played with her thighs.

“You’ll see.”

She slowly opened her legs and watched Draco take the strawberry and run it along her nether region. She gasped and fell against the bed as he pushed the tip of it in slightly.

“Ginny, watch!” Draco demanded.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can!”

She propped herself up on her hands and watched Draco push the tip in and out, teasing her. She bit her lip almost closed her eyes he bent down to kiss her stomach, lapping up the remaining chocolate.

“Oh Gods!” she cried out moving her hips, trying to get him to put it all the way in.

“Sorry, Gin, that’s my job,” he whispered as he discarded the strawberry and crawled up her length.

She fell back slowly as he descended upon her, gulping in excitement and fear. “I-I want some more chocolate,” she whispered.

He laughed then reached for the bottle pouring it into his mouth. Ginny pouted thinking she wasn’t going to get any, but he dropped his chocolate filled mouth down to hers and kissed her. Ginny greedily kissed his sweetened mouth, moaning in his mouth as she felt him part her legs and press himself into her. She gasped in pain as he lunged into her and still he continued to kiss her frantically as he paused for a brief moment then pushed into her farther.

“Mm,” Ginny groaned.

“Like that do you?”

She gave a soft affirmative grunt as her hips started meeting him stroke for stroke. He took her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She applied pressure onto his hips with her legs, pushing him deeper into her.

“Oh, oh, Draco,” she cried out.

He grinned against her neck then gently nibbled and licked her shoulder. He turned onto his back, bringing her around, and then sat up. Her legs still wrapped around him as he pushed into her from a sitting position.

“Oh, wow, wow!” Ginny groaned as she leaned forward seeking a kiss.


This new position intensified ten times more with every hard demanding stroke. This was nothing like what had happened when he was ‘kissing’ her. She brought her hand up to caress his face. Draco, who’d been molding her breast to his hand, looked up and searched her passion filled eyes. He ground his hips into her; the look on her face, the cry from her swollen lips, was his undoing as he sped up.

“Mm.”

He was going so fast Ginny had trouble keeping up with him. Need consumed him so completely that he fail to notice Ginny’s slight fear at his speed as he speared into her. With his blood roaring in his ears, his vision blurring, whispering heated pleasure filled words into her ear, and her gripping him tightly, Draco was sent over the edge. Ginny soon followed pushing her hips into his and screaming.

The ringing in his ears slowly dulled as he collapsed on top of a heaving Ginny. He pawed her face and placed a tender kiss to her lips. He then lifted himself up and walked to his bathroom.

Ginny, still slightly daze, turned her head to follow his motions. “Where are you going?”

He emerged from the bathroom with a damp cloth. He walked over to her and slowly dragged the cool cloth along her stomach, her breasts, between her legs, her thighs, and repeating the motions once more.

“I’m cleaning you up for round two!” he grinned down at her. “Didn’t think you wanted to be sticky and bloody.”

“Round two?” Ginny’s voice wavered.

“What? You didn’t think we were finished did you?”

Ginny plopped herself back down onto the bed groaning.


~Fin~

I got the idea of the Butter mint scene from Gaelen Foley and her book Prince Charming. I the ‘let me kiss you’ line from Cruel Intentions.