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Author's Note. A big thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story. It was so much fun to write I just hope it was as fun for you to read it. Many thanks to Dave who helped me get it just right.

And so here it is, the final chapter.

Enjoy.

Chapter Eight : Revelations.

Ginny stood in the centre of the empty common room, panting slightly from the effort it had taken her to run from the hall to Gryffindor tower. She threw her head back, eyes closed and shook with silent laughter. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She almost felt sorry for Dean. Almost, but not quite. He had badly dented her pride finishing with her the way he had. The way she saw it he was long overdue a little pay back. As for Draco Malfoy, well she had barely begun with him.

"I guess I don't need to ask if you thought that was funny?"

"You took your time Malfoy." Ginny replied not turning to face him. "Not quite as fit as you boast I guess. Typical man."

She turned slowly to face him. He looked wild and more out of control than she thought it possible for a Malfoy to be. His normally impeccably gelled white-blonde hair had broken ranks during the scuffle in the hall, a few strands fell over his eyes but he didn't seem to notice. His milky skin was flushed with anger and yet he still managed to seem like he was looking down his nose at her. Still looking aristocratic and stunningly handsome.

Infuriating bastard.

Ginny stepped one foot forward. There was a wide oak table between them and Ginny leant down towards it placing her hands lightly on its polished surface. She tried to look like she meant business but she knew that it was also to give him a great view of her cleavage.

"Now, what can I help you with Mr Malfoy? Is there something you wanted to say or are you just going to stand there gawping like a loon?"

She didn't wait for a reply before continuing. Moving round the table slowly she advanced on him.

"You see I'm a very busy girl. I've become quite popular of late and if you want a piece of this…." She paused, running her hands down her dress. She slid it up high enough to reveal the top of the stockings underneath. "well the thing is, if you want some you had better come and get some 'cos I'm not going to beg for it any more."

Draco stood rooted to the spot, incensed by what was happening before his eyes. He cursed inwardly as he realised he wanted more than just a piece. He wanted to gorge himself on her until this distracting urge, nay, need, to be on her and in her and (Merlin strike him down for even thinking it) be around her, had been sated. It grated against every sensible instinct in his body to feel so helpless to resist this treacherous slattern and he was determined not to let her make him crawl to her panting, like a mangy cur. For he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys know how to exercise self control.

Ginny rolled her eyes theatrically and sighed.

"Shy are we? Well, well, well. I never expected to have to give assistance to you of all people." She quickly crossed the space between them and stood facing him, breathing him in. He looked away, grim determination set into his jaw. She was enjoying having control over him. It was just a shame that it wouldn't last.

Reaching out she touched his knee with one hand and closed her eyes as she slid her hand up his leg and inside his thighs with deliberately protracted pace.

She almost made it all the way to the top before he finally lost his composure. Hoisting her up into the air effortlessly by the waist in one fluid motion, he bumped her down on the table, scattering books and parchment in his wake. She squealed with a mixture of delight and shock, Draco smirked down at her, his trademark Malfoy smirk. She took a breath preparing to make a flippant comment but before she got the chance, Draco's lips were on hers, kissing her passionately.

His hands were at his belt, fumbling and tugging desperately in his haste to relieve the pressure building inside his trousers. He let them fall to the ground with a heavy thump, glad to be freed of the restriction.

Ginny reached up and began to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, frustrated, she scowled, and ripped the shirt open, spraying buttons in all directions. He looked down at her and arched a silvery eyebrow at her. "That was an expensive shirt." He groaned, an edge of heady amusement to his voice.

"Shut it rich boy, I'm sure Daddy will buy you another."

Draco had had quite enough of her smart mouth. He was going to finish this, he had to rid himself of this…this…Hellcat and his consuming desire to rip her clothes off her once and for all. He was saved the indignity of ruining her clothes by the simplicity of the way she was dressed, he smiled indulgently at how truly little that dress covered. He yanked it up with relish, admiring her taut thighs that were contained by those excellent stockings. He proceeded to relieve her of her knickers but he could see that she had anticipated this move, by not wearing any.

He wasn't sure he was able to withstand any more of her little revelations. Covering her mouth with his own he brought them together and with one sharp thrust of his hips, united them and let out a heavy satisfied moan.

Ginny also groaned appreciatively and let her eyes flutter closed as the thrill of pleasure passed over her body and ran through her veins. She hooked her legs around Draco's back and pulled him deeper into her, whispering his name over and over and then capturing his lips in a savage kiss. The kiss broke his concentration and forced him to look down at her, the wanton look of pleasure painted all over her face brought him closer to climax than he ever thought possible.

"Oh, yeah. Harder Draco, Harder!"

His thrusting became erratic, uncharacteristically uncontrolled as he fought desperately to restrain himself. His name on her lips like that, almost more than he could take.

Somehow, he wanted her closer still. Closer than her lips on his, closer than her hands tugging at his hair and clawing at his back. He couldn't put his finger on it but he understood it all the same and as he looked into her eyes he saw that it was mutual. The sensation of her writhing beneath him, those undignified shrieks of pleasure falling from her opened mouth, made him lose control of himself in a way that he hadn't done since he was very inexperienced. Even as his hips bucked feverishly and he spilled himself into her, he realised that this particular thirst was a long way from quenched.

They lay there, shaking and panting, Draco's naked torso slumped forward, his face buried in her thick red locks. She didn't want to move, not now not ever.

Draco had other ideas. The last thing he needed was to be ambushed. Not with his bare arse in the air. Not on top of a thoroughly shagged little Weasley and not by a very pissed off Weasley king and "The Boy who Bitched". Part of him mourned a little to move from her all the same.

He stepped back, forgetting that his feet were still tangled in his trousers and boxers and stumbled. Losing his balance he fell backward, luckily into a nearby armchair, and let out an embarrassed bark of laughter. Ginny surveyed him with sparkling eyes. He looked so boyish, so carefree and so different at that moment. He was smiling up at her, really smiling, not smirking or sneering and not a trace of sarcasm on his face. So unlike the stern, scornful and immaculate Malfoy that she had always seen him as. Post coital disorder was definitely a good look on him.

Voices outside the common room yanked her violently from her reflections.

Springing bodily from the table she looked around in panic for a place to hide Draco. Spotting a cupboard in the corner she ushered him hurriedly inside. Draco followed, hopping madly as he tried to wrestle with his underwear.

"Anyone would think you were ashamed of me Miss Weasley." Draco said flippantly with a naughty grin. She grabbed her wand from a strategically placed garter and pointed it threateningly at his chest "Shut up Draco, or so help me……"

She shut the door in his face, she knew he didn't really have to threaten him, getting caught would be as bad for him as it would be for her.

She quickly aimed several tidying spells around the room and at herself. Bolting across the room she threw herself into an armchair and attempted to look nonchalant. Two figures lurched into the room giggling and kissing. They were obviously oblivious of Ginny's presence as Harry wasn't checking his efforts to relieve Hermione of her top.

Ginny was suddenly very sorry she hadn't hidden herself in the cupboard with Draco. "Ahem." She coughed lightly not wanting to see more than propriety allowed.

Hermione looked round with a gasp, and seeing Ginny sitting in the chair, swatted Harry's hands away. "Hi Ginny, what are you doing here?" Harry followed Hermione's blushing gaze over to where Ginny was sat and grinned coyly.

Turning to Hermione he whispered something that included the words "upstairs" and "my room" She giggled girlishly as he nibbled her ear. She looked over at her friend who clearly looked bothered by something "You go ahead, I need to talk to Ginny." He gave her a quick peck on the lips, shrugged his shoulders apologetically at Ginny, turned and left.

When she was sure Harry had disappeared through the doors, Hermione crossed over to Ginny and looked down at her with a kind look of pity in her eyes. "Didn't it go well?" she said simply, putting her hand over Ginny's.

"Um, …..well…." Ginny wasn't sure what to say. Actually it went better than I ever hoped. He shagged me on that table over there and now he is hiding in that cupboard over there listening to everything." She was fairly sure that wouldn't do. She said instead "I'm ok Hermione, really. You go ahead."

"Look Gin, being in love with Draco Malfoy of all people was never going to be easy." Ginny's eyes went wide at the mention of the word love. She was suddenly acutely aware of how close the cupboard was.

Hermione hadn't noticed though, she smiled and squeezed Ginny's hand. Turning to go she said "He might surprise us all yet and turn out to be a perfectly stand up guy, until then though, prepare to have your feelings well and truly battered. If you want me I'll be upstairs, if you feel like talking later or anything."

Hermione left Ginny who was sporting a decidedly wry smile. Hearing the cupboard door open behind her, Ginny braced herself, wincing.

"So….." Draco drew the "oh" sound out with an air of amused interest. "Did I just imagine that or did Granger just say that you are in love with me?"

"Shut it Malfoy!" she groaned, covering her reddening face with her hands "I do NOT love you."

"Well that's good because I wouldn't want to lose my lunch all over this lovely carpet."

She turned to face him, a look of disgust contorting her face. "You really love yourself don't you?"

"Well don't you think I'm loveable? Ah of course you do…." He trailed off with a laugh as Ginny crossed the room and attacked him with her fists.

Gods she looks so fucking gorgeous when she is angry.

He gripped her wrists tightly and held her still while he swooped in and kissed her soundly on the lips. "Hey its ok, I know I'm pretty adorable, and just for the record, I think you are pretty amazing too Ginevra."

She stopped struggling and stared at him uncomprehendingly. His face was flushed with something closely resembling coyness, his eyes betrayed no sarcasm that she could see. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time savouring the sweetness of her lips. "Let's get out of here before your bloody brother catches us." Draco's face was so close to hers that as he spoke his lips brushed her own. "Lets go to my room and discuss the terms of this arrangement shall we?" He kissed her again, passionately and she was convinced.

"Sounds like a plan."

The End.