This is the chapter which the fic is rated for. However, as I seem to have fun reading NC-17 stories, I have trouble writing them. If you need a good dose of NC-17 fun & this doesn't do the trick, I am very sorry! Anyways, thanks for all the reviews, and I'm really sorry I haven't responded to them. If you read my LJ, you'll know of the dramas in my life right now. I have read them, & I love them so please keep them up! *jess*
CHAPTER 7 Truth or Dare
When classes resumed, Ginny had finished all her homework, made up with Draco, and shown off her Christmas present to all her friends - and even Luna was impressed - but she hadn't finished what she'd started with Draco. It wasn't for lack of trying. Ginny wanted sex, she was sure, and as she had gathered from years of gossip it didn't hurt after the first time, but Draco was the reluctant one.
"I don't want you to think I just want you for this," he told her.
"But I don't think that," she protested.
"Good," he smiled wickedly. "Then my plan worked."
Before the Holidays, only the girls in Ginny's dorm knew that she was seeing Professor Malfoy, but no one else did. The students who cared had their suspicions she knew, as they spent time together on the weekends, and had gone to Hogsmead together before the Holidays, and the dance, but they never displayed any signs of affections in public. Nor did Draco give her any special treatment in class, besides the high marks on her papers. In fact, she lost 5 points when she completely ruined her brew by putting the ground Egyptian Beatle shell in before stirring it 4 times counter clockwise. He did, however, award her with 20 points when she let him pull her into his office during lunch that afternoon and snog her silly.
However, after the party, the rumors were confirmed, and suddenly, Ginny and Professor Malfoy were no longer as interesting, and that was fine with her.
Things were going good. Gryffindor had won their match against Hufflepuff and Slytherin, much to Draco's dismay, and if they won against Ravenclaw by a mere 70 points, they'd have the cup. Zoë had dumped Gable for a Slytherin named Alexander Zefferson, who even Ginny had to admit was a nice sight to see. Their dormmate Helena had picked up Gable with Zoë's approval, and Ginny found out with quite a bit of shock that Luna had formed a relationship with Neville.
"How?" Ginny demanded. "When did you even see him?"
"Over the holidays," she answered dreamily. "He was at my grandparents. His grandmother is friends with mine."
"So, what happened?" she pressed.
"I don't know really. We went on a walk and he picked snow flowers for me, and when we got back, there was mistletoe at the gates. I tried to tell him about nargles, but he kissed me!"
Ginny giggled. "Neville kissed you?" She had gone to the Yule Ball with Neville in her third year, and he had concentrated so hard on not stepping on her feet, and failed miserably at it, all he did was give her a fumbling handshake goodnight and dash off to bed.
"Yes, he's in Harry's Auror training, you know."
"Yeah, Harry mentioned that he would be. He's really good at the Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Ladies," Draco's icy voice cut across the room. "This is not the time to be discussing your love life. I suppose this means you will be volunteering to use your potion as our test at the end of class."
"Sorry Professor Malfoy," Ginny told him in what she hoped was an apologetic voice.
He sauntered up behind them and stared into their cauldron. "Which way did you stir this?"
"Um, clockwise and then counter clockwise," Ginny answered glancing up at the board. "Like it says to."
Draco leaned forward and frowned, and at the same time, Ginny felt a sharp pinch across her rear end.
"Ow!" she gasped, giving a little jump before catching herself.
"Yes, Ms. Weasley?" he drawled.
Every eye in the room was on her, so she shook her head and said, "Sorry. I stubbed my toe."
"I saw that!" Zoë hissed as they headed for Snape's class.
"Saw what?" Ginny asked innocently.
"Professor Malfoy grab your arse!"
Zoë, Bianca, and Luna burst out laughing.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ginny grinned, sticking her nose in the air. "None what so ever!"
***
The weekend before Valentine's Day another Hogsmead visit was scheduled.
"I hate Valentine's Day," Ginny groaned that Friday night. She was hot and sweaty from the brutal Quidditch practice they'd just finished and she flopped down on her bed, not bothering to remove her filthy clothes.
"Why do you hate it?" Zoë demanded. "It's a great time for snogging. And shagging!"
"Are you serious?" Bianca shrieked, popping up from the bed. "You and Alexander are shagging?"
Zoë shrugged nonchalantly. "Not yet, but tomorrow's a good a day as any!"
"Is there something you're not telling us?" Ginny demanded.
"Like that you're not a virgin?" Bianca finished.
"Oh, well, you know."
"No!" Ginny stood up. "I don't know!"
"You and Gable had sex?" Bianca gasped.
"Shhh," Zoë hissed, glancing around.
"Helena's not in here," Ginny noted.
"Yes, we had sex."
"What?!"
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Well," she smiled slyly. "He wasn't my first."
"WHAT?"
Zoë giggled. "I couldn't tell you though."
"Why not?" Ginny demanded.
"Cause it was Ron."
The room was suddenly more silent than it had ever been.
"Ron?" Bianca repeated. "As in Ginny's brother?"
Zoë nodded mischievously. "Didn't you wonder where he was the night he graduated?"
"No," Ginny sputtered.
"Well, he was with me. So close your mouth, the fairyflies will get in."
"How did you, I mean, what, you guys," Bianca sputtered.
"Harry was off with Ginny and Hermione was who knows where, and Ron was lonely. I just made him feel better. It was quite sweet actually, as it was both of our first times."
"Ew!" Ginny finally shrieked. "Stop! I don't want to know any more!"
"Did it hurt?" Bianca wondered.
"Well, yeah," Zoë shrugged. "I mean, we were a bit clumsy."
"Stop, please!" Ginny gagged, throwing her hands over her ears. "This is so gross!"
"Fine, fine," Zoë relented.
There was a silence as the girls changed into their night clothes.
"I wasn't with Harry," Ginny blurted out.
"What?"
"When?"
"Last year. On graduation night. I wasn't with Harry."
"Oh really," Zoë purred, slipping her nightgown over her head. "Then who were you with? Certainly not me!"
"I passed out in Draco's room."
She was met with silence.
"I got sloshed on Firewhiskey and passed out."
"Explain please!" Bianca demanded.
Ginny giggled and related the entire story, all the way up to the end of the summer.
"You little bint!" Zoë exclaimed. "You didn't tell us?"
"You didn't tell us that you shagged . . . ew, my brother," she retorted, grimacing. "Ew. Disgusting. Must think happy thoughts."
"Hmph," Zoë snorted. "Fine."
"Pretend you don't know that thought," Ginny instructed. "No one else knows."
"So why do you hate Valentine's Day?" Bianca finally asked.
"You would hate it too if you'd sent someone a singing telegram once!" she retorted.
"Oh come on," Zoë giggled. "He was your boyfriend!"
"Oh yes, five years later!"
"He probably loved it," Bianca told her.
"He didn't," Ginny insisted. "He said he hated it."
"So," Zoë said, climbing cat like onto Ginny's bed, "tell us about you and Professor Malfoy. Have you shagged him senseless yet?"
"Zoë!" Ginny shrieked, feeling heat rising to her ears.
"Okay, don't tell us," she shrugged.
Bianca joined them on the bed, and they spent the next half hour discussing their classmates, and N.E.W.T.s, and of course, boys.
Finally, Bianca sighed. "Let's play truth or dare. We haven't done that in a long time."
Ginny giggled. "Since like our fourth year!"
"Let's," Zoë rubbed her hands together. "I'll go first! I pick truth!"
"How many people have you had sex with?" Bianca asked quickly.
"Two. Ron and Gable."
Ginny wrinkled her nose and shuddered.
"Okay, Ginny. Truth or dare?" Zoë asked.
"Truth."
"Have you and Professor Malfoy had sex?"
"No fair!" Ginny squawked.
"You picked truth," Bianca giggled.
"Fine. No. Well, yes. I mean, sort of."
"How can you sort of have sex?" Zoë questioned.
Ginny shrugged. "We started to, but . . . it hurt. So we didn't."
"Did he get inside of you?" Bianca asked slyly.
"Yes." Ginny felt the flames of mortification licking at her face.
"All the way?" Zoë inquired.
"Yes."
"Was he your first?"
"Uh huh."
"So, you gave him your virginity, but that's it. No sex? No let's try again?"
"I hate you two tarts," Ginny muttered. "Bianca, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Go get Helena's diary and read us a passage."
"But she's probably got spells on it!" Bianca protested.
"I doubt it," Zoë grinned evilly. "She's not that smart."
Bianca jumped up from Ginny's bed, raced to Helena's, and stuck her hand under the pillow. She yanked out a small red book and yanked it open. "Gable is so hot! I don't know what he saw in Zoë. She is a total tart, blah, blah, blah." Bianca's eyes quickly skimmed the pages. "He wants us to give our virginity to each other on Valentine's Day. Isn't that the most romantic thing ever?" She snapped it closed and raced back to Ginny's bed.
"That's disgusting," Ginny said finally.
"What a bint," Zoë laughed, not caring what anyone thought of her. "She actually believes he's a virgin?"
"Ginny," Bianca said. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Go finish what you started with Professor Malfoy. Right now."
Ginny's mouth dropped open. "Did Zoë set you up?"
"No!"
"Are you lying?"
"Maybe!"
"You can't be serious!"
"We are," Zoë snickered. "Go!"
"How will you know if I do?" Ginny demanded hotly.
"Hello," Bianca smirked. "We're playing truth or dare. Wizard's contract, you know!"
"But you're supposed to be my friends!"
"We are," Zoë assured her. "You'll love it!"
"Fine." Ginny stood up. "How am I supposed to get there?"
"We'll walk you down there," Zoë offered. "Say you left something in the Great Hall."
"It's not that late," Bianca insisted. "A bit after 11."
Ginny stripped of her pajamas and began to pull on a pair of trousers.
"You should wear something sexy," Zoë suggested. "Like this." She threw Ginny a tiny black skirt. "Wear it with your uniform shirt. He'll go crazy."
Ginny eyed the outfit warily before gathering all her determination and pulling it on. She pulled on a clean pair of green silky knickers and tied her hair back. "Let's go."
"Wait," Zoë hissed. "Stop. First, how are you going to do this? You can't just walk right in and say `Shag me, Professor Malfoy!'."
"Why not?" Ginny demanded.
Zoë sighed. "Okay look. Ever heard of seduction?"
They finally left the common room without anyone noticing, as most people were still studying or talking, and Colin was in the corner showing off his latest set of pictures of the prettiest girl's in school in rather compromising situations at the party they had held in December. They were silent as they made their way down to the dungeons were Draco's room was. Ginny stood before his door and sucked in a deep breath. "See you later."
She whispered the password and let herself in and Zoë and Bianca edged back down the hall. Draco was sitting at his desk, a large stack of parchment in front of him.
"See what happens when you assign too much homework," Ginny said in a throaty voice she didn't recognize.
Draco whirled around. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she purred, removing her robe. "I just wanted to see you." I sound like an idiot, she thought. But Draco's eyebrows shot up as he took in the near obscene amount of thigh she was showing.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, turning to get a better view.
Ginny felt ludicrous, trying to seduce her boyfriend, but Draco seemed to be enjoying it, so she kept on. She leaned over the desk, pretending to glance at the papers he was grading, knowing he was getting an eye full since Zoë had insisted that she leave several buttons undone. "Yeah." She used her foot to scoot his chair back, and then straddled his lap.
"You look . . . great," he told her, his hands creeping towards her breasts.
"Thank you," she whispered in his ear as she ground against him.
Draco pulled her face towards his, catching her lips in a kiss, and then sucking on her lower lip as he unbuttoned her shirt. She let him remove the shirt from her body, and then she reached forward and slowly began undoing his buttons, one by one, firmly wrapping her legs tighter around his hips as she straddled him. She leaned down to his neck and softly kissed his flesh, nipping it with her teeth and sucking on it long enough to elicit a low moan from him. As she did, he let his hands knead their way up her back, underneath her bra, and cup her breasts.
"I missed you today," he told her, his head buried in her cleavage.
"I missed you too," she gasped back, finding immense pleasure in rubbing herself against his obvious erection as he fumbled to unclasp her bra.
"Are you sure?" he asked, removing his face from her chest as she stood long enough to tug his trousers down.
"Yes," she insisted. "I want this."
Draco kicked off his trousers and carried her to his bed. He wasted no time, easing her skirt down over her hips, and then her knickers. He slid one finger inside of her, and then another, maneuvering them in and then out, making her moan with each stroke. His lips brushed over her nipples and she wouldn't of found the will to stop the whimpers escaping her lips even if she'd wanted to. She spread her legs and he fit perfectly between her hips, and this time as he slipped himself inside of her, it was one gentle thrust. There was no pain, just the immense pleasure of being filled with him which made her groan and lift her hips to meet his. He placed his hands on her hips helping her obtain some sense of rhythm, and Ginny hoped she was doing the right thing.
She could barely concentrate on the feelings being joined with Draco gave her, but instead she wondered if she should lift her leg or kiss him or move her hands over his back or even across his smooth arse. She worried about lying limply beneath him, and so she tried to match the movements of her hips to his thrustings, raising hers to meet him as he bore down deep inside of her. Just as Ginny got to the point where she thought she might climax, Draco's thrusting became faster and deeper, and then he shuttered, coming deep inside of her and collapsing across her.
Ginny lay still, letting her hands make unsure circles on his back, half way wishing he would detach himself from her, and half way wishing they could stay like this forever. She waited until his breathing had returned to something close to normal, and then used her finger to draw his hair back from his eyes. Guilt crept across her when she saw the beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, because she didn't feel tired in the least. He turned his head slightly and kissed her chest over and over, before rising up and pulling himself out of her.
"Sorry," he whispered in her ear, as he pressed against her.
"For what?" she asked.
"Not making it good for you."
"It was good," she insisted.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I mean, it was my first . . . complete time."
"So? I wanted it to be good for you. I wanted you to come."
His words brought a smile to her lips. "Next time, then."
"How `bout now?" He placed his hand over hers and brought them between her legs. With his fingers on top of her own, he guided her, helping her stroke her clit. Draco propped himself up on his elbow and used his free hand to fondle her nipples, while his lips glazed over her breasts. "Don't stop," he commanded, as he released her hand and moved his fingers inside of her.
Ginny continued rubbing her swollen clit with her fingers, moving her other hand on to Draco's chest and scratching at his nipples, stroking her own breasts, and then she slipped her finger into Draco's mouth as he engulfed her tight nipples with his tongue. Her hips bucked up under his hand as he increased the pressure on her wet sex. "Harder," she heard herself beg. "More."
She felt the first faint tinglings of an orgasm and thrust her hips into Draco's hand, gasping with pleasure. Within seconds, the sensations erupted from between her thighs and spread to her stomach and legs. She stopped teasing her clit, but Draco started immediately. "No," she gasped writhing uncontrollably. "No!"
"Yes," he gave her a wicked smile. "I want you to come hard."
When Ginny was finally able to stop gasping for air, she rolled to her side and snuggled against Draco. "That was . . . good."
"Just good?" he teased.
"So good. So, so good."
She stayed beside him, unhurriedly running her fingers through his hair for several more minutes, and leisurely kissing his perfect lips, before sighing and climbing out of his bed.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Back to bed. It's way after curfew," she told him, pulling her skirt and top back on.
"Just stay here."
"I can't," she insisted, tying her hair up into a loose knot. "My roommates will wonder."
"So?" Draco asked, standing up and nuzzling her neck. "Let them."
"Mmm," Ginny shook her head and gently pushed him away. "I can't."
Draco pouted and dropped back to his bed.
"Everyone's leaving for Hogsmead at 10 tomorrow," she told him, slipping her feet into her shoes. "I told them we'd go with them."
"Right." Draco suddenly looked just the slightest bit uncomfortable. "I thought we could just stay here, you know. Celebrate Valentines Day by ourselves."
Ginny smiled. "We can. But I want to go to town for the afternoon. I need to get some stuff."
Draco heaved a loud sigh. "Okay."
Ginny gave him a quick kiss before stepping out into the empty hall. "Good night."
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