Happy Birthday

This is a prize fic for Vinofaerie for winning the book Meme in my LJ. She set the rules (someone is tied up, rubber ducks, and Draco giving Ginny a stupid pet name) and I did my best. Also, the shoes are inspired by this LJ icon (by gdye_trauda). Hope y'all like it!

Happy Birthday

“Are you sure this is all you wanted for your birthday?” Draco asked doubtfully as he scrubbed Ginny's back.

“I said I wanted you to do whatever I asked,” she replied with a smile. “I didn't say this was the only thing.”

“Right.” He glanced down at the Witch in the Prefect's bathtub and wanted more than anything to join her. But, she hadn't asked him to, so he sat dolefully on the edge of the tub and washed her.

She finally stretched her freckled arms and sighed. “I think I'm ready to get out. Dry me please.”

He picked up the towel and rubbed it across her body, paying special attention to her pretty round breasts and her red hair between her legs.

“Thanks,” she whispered, catching his lips in a fiery kiss that sent all the blood in his body directly to his groin. “I think I like this.”

Draco kept his hands at his sides, not willing to touch her since she hadn't asked, and all he could think to say was, “You forgot your duckie.”

“My what?” Ginny stepped back with surprise.

“Your duck. There.” He pointed to the nearly empty tub.

“Oh. Right.” Ginny leaned down to retrieve her rubber duck, giving him a full view of her smooth arse.

She'd better say something soon, he thought, shifting his legs uncomfortably. Like, fuck me silly.

Ginny instructed him to dress her and swatted his hand away when it strayed in one place too long. It was torturous, as they crept back to his private room, the Head Boy's Quarters. The aching between his legs was too great to ignore, and she was talking rather audibly about all the things she wanted him to do to her when they were alone. If she kept it up he was going to have to take her right here in the hall way.

“Draco!” she said as they reached the entrance to his room. “Is that okay?”

“What?” he startled from his thoughts. “Oh. Sure. It's your birthday, love. Whatever you want is fine.” After all, how much could his sweet 17 year old come up with? They stepped into the room and Draco turned to face her, ready to tear off her clothes and devour her, but she wagged her finger at him.

“Uh uh, not yet!” She pointed her wand at him. “Get undressed.”

“You don't have to threaten me,” he teased, yanking his robes off faster than he ever had before. His erection sprang free and a small smile crossed Ginny's face. Wand still in hand, she knelt before him and slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock. He moaned and reached for her, but Ginny backed away. “You're breaking my rules,” she pouted.

Before he could react, she had muttered a spell and Draco found himself flat on his back in his bed. “What in the-”

He was cut off by Ginny's second spell, when he found that he could no longer move or see. “What are you doing?”

“Tying you up,” she said, matter of factly. “You said I could.”

He attempted to move his arms and legs, but they were bound at the wrists and ankles. “Ginny!”

“It's my birthday!”
“But I want to see you!”

“You will. In a minute!”

He could hear the rustling of her clothes, and other noises that he couldn't quite classify, and then a giggle. “Gin, come on,” he muttered, feeling decidedly embarrassed laying spread eagle with his erection bared. Finally, after what felt like ages, he felt the bed move as Ginny climbed onto it. When she removed his blindfold, she was standing above him wearing tall black high heels that laced up her calves and black leather straps around her wrists and neck and absolutely nothing else. His mouth went completely dry and he though he might just come right there.

“Tell me happy birthday,” she commanded.

“Happy birthday,” he managed to stammer.

She knelt at his left side and drew her tongue down his stomach and then encircled her mouth on his cock. He could have come right then and there and a moan slipped from his lips to prove it, but she lifted her head and grinned at him.

“It's my birthday, remember?” she teased.

“Then get up here,” he groaned. “Just be careful with those shoes!”

She giggled and he found himself staring into Ginny's gorgeous red curly, with her dangerously spiked heels at either side of his head. He leaned up as far as his bonds allowed, wasting no time, and running his tongue between her slick folds. He smirked at the lusty moan she let out and did it again. He felt Ginny lower her head run her lips over the tip of his cock, and he attempted to buck his hips upward, but she pressed her palms into his legs and held him down. She seemed to be playing with his erection, licking and sucking and nibbling until Draco wanted to scream. Instead, he used the only weapon he had at the moment - his tongue - and began to lick her clit mercilessly. Her breath was coming out in short gasps and she stopped paying attention to his cock which was now so hard he was beginning to wonder if an orgasm might just be too painful.

“Oh . . .” she whimpered, and he could feel her thighs tightening around his face. “Please, don't stop.”

Draco lapped greedily at her juices as she shuddered through the waves of her orgasm and then collapsed on top of him.

“That was good,” she whispered, finally rolling off of him.

“Don't forget about me,” he reminded her, raising his hips slightly as she kissed him.

“How could I?” she asked. She straddled his hips, sitting just below his groin. She stretched across him to kiss his lips, and he could feel her nipples, grazing his bare chest.

“Untie me Gin-gin,” he whispered in her ear as she allowed him to nibble it. “Untie me and I'll give you a birthday present you'll never forget.”

“Uh uh,” she answered, breathing heavily as she moved her lips down to suck on his neck. “Not yet.” She drew her hips up towards his and allowed her slick, wet sex to glide over his near desperate erection. She sat up and braced her hands on his stomach, rocking back and forth, not letting him enter her, but getting pleasure from the way it felt to have his cock slide over her clit.

“Gin,” he moaned, willing to beg if that was what it took.

Finally, after an eternity of Ginny sliding back and forth over him and not letting him inside, she raised up ever so slightly and by bucking his hips, he was able to plant himself inside her tight sex.

She gasped and her eyes flew open, but she didn't take him out. But instead of riding him, she rocked back and forth, allowing the pressure of his pubic bone and blond curls to caress her clit. He was going to die. Ginny raised her hands and ran them over her perfect breasts, moaning as she lightly squeezed her own nipples and let her head roll to the side. Yes indeed, he was going to die.

What she was doing felt good, but there was little friction on his actual cock; instead, there was just the tight sensation of being enclosed in Ginny. It felt good, but there was no way he was going to come. Ginny, however, was drawing in her breath with ragged gasps and fiercely grinding her clit against him.

Draco had never quite realized just how beautiful she looked during sex before. Usually he was busy, his face buried in her breasts or neck, and not particularly staring at Ginny's face. But now that he wasn't able to do a damned thing except lie still and take whatever she dished out, he decided she looked like a sex goddess. Her red hair was wild, her face flushed, and her pink lips parted as she let out short, breathy moans. He could feel her sex tightening around him, and once again he thrust his hips upward, wanting to see her face as she came. Her eyelids fluttered as she squeezed him and he stared at her with deep interest. He could see her heart pounding beneath her breasts and the rise and fall of her chest with her short, shallow breaths. She might be torturing him unfairly, but it was her birthday and he was in love.

“You know,” Draco drawled as she collapsed on top of him, “with that tarty get up you've got on, you're not really filling the role.”

“What do you mean?” she asked through gasping breaths, her face still pressed into his chest.

“You're just not really dominating,” he teased.

“Maybe I don't want to be dominating,” she answered, brushing the hair from her face.

“I think you do,” he argued. “Otherwise, I wouldn't be tied up, and you wouldn't be wearing the world's sexiest shoes! I think you want me to tie you up.”

“Oh do you?” she sat up, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I do.”

She crawled off of him, letting her heel graze his still hard cock. “Let's find out.” Ginny picked up her wand and undid Draco's bindings.

He tentatively flexed his wrists and ankles before climbing off the bed and grabbing her by the waist. “Let's.” He pulled her close and crushed her lips against his in a kiss that nearly drew blood. His hand snaked around her side and before she could react, he had her wand and grinned wickedly before saying the same words that Ginny had used to tie him up.

“You are evil!” Ginny shrieked, struggled against her bonds.

Draco leaned over the edge of the bed and drew his tongue along the exposed sections of her foot and calf. “I'm gonna make you scream,” he promised. “I'm gonna make you come so hard, no one else will ever be good enough!”

She froze for a moment. “What makes you think there would ever be anyone else?”

“Good girl,” he whispered. “That's what I want to hear.” He moved his tongue up her leg, across her inner thighs and then began to suck on the thin skin where her thigh and pubic bone met.

Ginny squirmed beneath him and Draco raised his head to look at her, simultaneously inserting two fingers inside of her. He wanted nothing more than to thrust himself inside of her and pound away until he came, but he wouldn't. He was going to torment her for as long as necessary to ensure she never forgot this day. He curled his fingers and watched as she wriggled, knowing she was still sensitive.

“Draco . . .”

“What do you want?” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please . . .” she gasped.

“Please what?” He curled his fingers inside of her, continually brushing them against her most sensitive spot and ran his thumb over her clit.

“I want, I want, oh, please.”

“Tell me.” He kissed the hollow area below her belly button, determined to leave the marks from love bites all over her body. “Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me!” The words exploded from her mouth and hearing them was such a turn on, it took all of Draco's will power not to obey.

“How? How do you want me to fuck you?” He slid up her body and sucked on her nipple and then the other one, tugging them slightly between his teeth.

“Oh gods, please, just do it,” she begged.

“Not unless you tell me.” His mouth worked relentlessly on her breasts, leaving spotty, purple marks.

She moaned in reply and bucked her hips at him.

Draco slid up her body until his mouth was firmly attached to her neck and undid her collar, and Ginny's whimpers were mixed with pleas for more and protests against the hickeys. Draco turned the tables on her, and allowed his rock hard member to slide between the slick, wet folds of her nether lips, teasing her. “Tell me what you want,” he instructed, shifting his hips up and down ever so slightly, and lowing his hand to tantalize her clit.

“Please, please just do it,” she begged, her voice carrying a breathless, sobbing quality. “Fuck me.”

Draco stopped what he was doing and crept back down to the foot of his bed. “I love these shoes,” he told her, focusing his attention on her feet. He lowered his mouth, and once again, began to suck and lick and caress the exposed spots of her feet. “I love you in these shoes. It turns me on.” He straddled her legs and inched on his knees until he was directly above her red curls. He remained on his knees and locked his eyes on her lust glazed ones. Her mouth was slightly parted and her cheeks flushed. He wrapped one hand around his cock that protruded over her belly. “They turn me on a lot.”

Ginny's eyes widened as she watched him begin to slowly pump his erection.

“Everything about you turns me on,” he sighed, his eyes falling partially closed with his own pleasure. “Gin . . .”

“No!” she shrieked, trashing beneath him. “Just fuck me! I want you inside of me. I want to feel you deep in me. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk or think or even see. Please, Draco! Fuck me harder than you ever have. I want you to make me come so hard, I want to come with you inside of me.”

Draco had never heard such words coming from his innocent Ginny Weasley's mouth. “Gladly!” he hissed. He instantly dropped to all fours and slammed himself inside of her so hard that she shot upward despite the restraints and let out a near scream.

“Again,” she gasped. “Do it again.”

Draco pounded against her with all the might he possessed, watching as her succulent breasts bounced up and down and listening as Ginny nearly screamed her approval.

“Harder,” she commanded, flailing helplessly on the bed.

Draco wasn't going to last much longer, so he lowered his hips and used all his strength to thrust into her, deeper, he was sure, than he'd ever been before. She was warm and tight and clenching her muscles around him and he could swear he was seeing heaven.

Ginny let out another noisy moan, followed by another, and another, and another, until she let out another near scream and her muscles clenched so tightly around him, he felt his own release hit him with the force of a waterfall. He gave one final lunge and buried himself to the hilt inside of her, spilling himself in a painfully delicious way, before collapsing onto her chest.

They lay silently, gasping for air, spent and sweating, milking each other for the last quivers of an orgasm.

After a turn, he felt Ginny slowly lift her hand to wipe his sweating hair from his forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she answered, leaning up to kiss the top of his head.

He groaned as he pulled himself from her body, and then stopped to admire the way she looked, tied to his bed in the world's sexiest shoes and covered in violently purple love bites.

“Ready to untie me?” she asked with a small, exhausted smile.

“No,” he shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I don't think I can move anyways.”

Draco reached for his wand and released her bindings.

She scooted over slightly and patted the bed. “Lay with me.”

Draco moved back into the bed as quickly as his already sore muscles would let him.

When they woke, it was nearly dinner time. “Are you hungry?” Ginny asked.

“Starving,” Draco answered, kissing her.

She hobbled from the bed and looked in his mirror. “I look like a tart!”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I like it! Wear those shoes.”

“To dinner?”

“Uh huh.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

“Don't,” he shook his head as she reached for her wand. “Those are my marks. Leave them.”

“I can't leave them! My neck looks like a blast ended skwert got the best of me!”

“So?” he challenged.

“Does this mean you're ready to . . . come out of the closet?” she inquired. They'd kept their relationship a secret for more than a year now.

“Something like that,” he muttered, buttoning his shirt. He hadn't found the courage to give her the present he had actually paid for. It seemed to be a strange present since no one else, save one, knew of their relationship. What the hell, he thought. Now is a good as time as any.

He watched as she pulled her denim trousers over her shoes, and was slightly disappointed that they were long enough so that the shoe was mostly hidden. She drew her blouse together and began to button the front and he cleared his throat. “Gin?”

“Huh?” She didn't glance up.

“I have your present.”

“Another one?” This time her brown eyes met his ice colored ones.

“It's, um, well . . .” Fuck! I'm not supposed to get like this. Quickly he dropped to one knee. “I know you still have another year of school, but, but I love you.” He pulled out a small black box and thrust it at her, nearly forgetting to open it.

Ginny's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she stared in the box.

“Will you marry me?”

She brought both of her hands to her mouth, so he could hardly make out her words when she said, “But what about your father?”

Draco smirked. “With any luck, he won't be coming back.” The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, with Ginny wrapped around him.

“Yes! Oh gods yes!”

They held hands on the way to the Great Hall, and laughed at the stares from the other students. “Sit with me,” he asked, pulling her towards the half full Slytherin table.

“Ginny what are you doing?”

Draco wrinkled his nose at the voice. Weasel, of course.

Ron was before them in an instant. “Malfoy, get off my sister!”

“Actually,” he told him calmly, “this would be my fiancée. Isn't that right, Pookie?”

Ron went pale as his eyes darted to Ginny's finger and then green as he took in her neck.

“You forgot to tell me happy birthday,” Ginny told her brother happily.

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