Pineapples?

A/N: - Thanks to Ladyendymion and Rea Yume for the wonderful beta! This story was inspired by a single line my friend said in lunch. According to her the “pineapple” theory works. Happy Reading

Pineapples?

She didn't know what had possessed her to say<i> it</i> to Draco Malfoy of all people. It certainly wasn't one of the wisest things she had done in her sixteen years. She sighed disconsolately, wishing she could take it all back. Or at the very least, she hoped fervently that Malfoy never found out what she had meant. Somehow she knew that wasn't going to happen; and she felt that the gods were not smiling down on her today. Really though, it wasn't her fault! Malfoy started it; she had been minding her own business after all.

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She had been sitting with a group of friends at lunch, conversing about things that good little witches shouldn't talk about. They had all broken out laughing at Annette's unequivocally wicked suggestion. She had tried to get up while still laughing, and had stumbled, landing flat on her arse. She closed her eyes, knowing that everybody's eyes were focused on her, and tried to stem the humiliation.

Slowly, she opened them to encounter Malfoy's neatly pressed black slacks. <i> Great, just great, </i> she thought. The stupid ferret just had to be present at the height of her humiliation. He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow with a smirk on his face, eyes traveling over her disheveled form. When she noticed that they rested on her legs for an inordinate amount of time, Ginny realized that she was showing an indecent amount of skin and quickly stood up, straightening her clothes.

“Well, well, Weasel, it is common knowledge that you are beneath me; no need to go about displaying it in such blatant ways. I assure you that I am fully aware that you will always be underneath me,” he stated, sneering, his eyes raking over her disheveled appearance.

Her temper rose, and she did not miss the double entendre in his words.

“You wish I was underneath you, ferret. Why a girl would want to be under you I cannot fathom,” she rejoined, turning his own smirk upon him. <i> Take that, bastard. </i> Although, she was quite aware that her statement had not exactly been true. There were many girls vying to be underneath Malfoy.

The comment skipped off him like stone on water; he smirked lazily (like he probably did in mornings after a previous night of vigorous shagging). He stepped closer and whispered huskily into her ears, “Tsk, tsk, Ginevra. Mind in the gutter now, is it? Do you wish to be underneath me, socially and physically, little girl?” He paused, then in a suggestive tone, “I would be willing to accommodate you.”

Ginny jerked back, startled that she had been swaying into his arms. Her face was very flushed, and her eyes were flashing from her anger. “Sod off, Malfoy,” she snapped. She turned and walked away, feeling very unsatisfied by the encounter.

That night at dinner, she stepped into the Great Hall and spied Malfoy across the room eating steak. She smiled, remembering what Annette had said. Then, to her utter surprise, she started walking towards Malfoy, having taken complete leave of her senses. She sauntered up to his table, and stood there until Malfoy turned around. Upon seeing her, he flashed that lazy, sexy smirk again. He probably reserved those just to make her knees weak and forget the insults she was going to throw at him.

“Decided to take me up on that kind service, little girl?” he asked, smirking.

Ginny smiled evilly and remarked, “Malfoy, I might be willing to consider it if you eat pineapples and give up red meat. It's so…distasteful,” she said, wrinkling her nose. She struck a pose of ease and nonchalance but her mind quaked at the sheer stupidity of such a statement. She wasn't even discussing mundane things here. After observing Malfoy's puzzled look over her odd, ambiguous request, she returned to her table, and gave Ron a reassuring smile (although she was feeling anything but reassured). Why, oh why, did she say that to him? She seriously had to take lessons on how to stop acting impulsively. For her brother's sake, she hoped that Malfoy would never learn what she had meant.

Malfoy sat and pondered the actions of the evening. He had insulted the littlest Weasley and she had done the strangest thing by picking up the sexual undertone, and then he had surprised himself when he continued their little word play. Seeing the look of embarrassment of her face had given him a sense of satisfaction for the day, and he gave the matter no further thought. But the chit did yet another strange thing by walking up to his table out of her own free will and telling him that she would consider being “under” him if he ate pineapples and avoided red meat? It made no sense whatsoever. He had heard that the Weasley bint was a bit odd (what with the company she kept like Looney and Scarhead), still, he didn't think she was that crazy. He wondered if it was some sort of prank because the bint did have a wicked gleam in her eyes, (quite similar to her twin brothers' when they took some silly notion to their heads about a new prank). There was definitely something behind those words, and he wasn't going to rest until he found out what the fuck the chit had meant.

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It had been a week and Malfoy had not approached her after the “pineapple” incident. Ginny exulted that he had not been able to find the meaning behind that particular statement. He had probably tried for the first day, but then had probably chalked it up to Weasley craziness. And she got to have the last laugh. <i>It was quite perfect,</i> she thought, sighing contently just as she rounded the corner.

A hand shot out and grabbed her waist, the owner of said hands muttered a spell, and her world went dark. “Well, Weasley, going about alone after curfew? Tsk, Tsk…ten points from Gryffindor,” drawled an all too familiar voice.

All the crazy triumph ebbed away. For all their hate, he had never once before accosted her alone at night in an empty hallway.

“Malfoy, what do you want? Take this curse off me and unhand me, you brute.” Ginny twisted against his captive arms which half-drug away. For some strange reason, she felt no fear about it. Perhaps something to do with trusting an enemy over a stranger simply because you have that familiarity.

“Oh no, Weasley…we have a little task to take care of. You see, you've gone and wounded my pride without even having all the facts straight. Once you experience the fact first hand, and you still wish me to eat pineapples and avoid red meat, well, I suppose I will have to give more serious thought to your proposal.”

Ginny started getting nervous. “Malfoy, are you aware of the meaning behind my statement?” she asked, wetting her lips nervously. He shifted slightly, and the smell of his cologne wafted over. Having lost her sight, her other senses were particularly heightened. She felt the soft rustle of his clothes, the rough feel of the wool, and the soft satiny touch of his tie. <i> Stop it, Ginny </i>.

“Oh yes, Weasley, I found out the dirty workings of your mind. Imagine my surprise when I realized that this innocent Weasel had a very foul mouth. Not that I mind, of course.” He rubbed his thumb over the said mouth none too gently, and Ginny had to bite back a moan. She fancied that she could feel the grooves of his fingerprints if she really concentrated, his touch was so rough.

“Oh yeah, Malfoy? I don't believe you. Why don't you tell me what eating pineapple does?” she challenged.

“Weasley, it is intended to make a man's cum sweeter. Believe me, I found out from that pretty little friend, Annette is it? I had to get it out of her after exhausting all the Slytherin resources. I can't imagine why you would think I had to eat pineapples to get a girl to give me a blowjob. You can find out for yourself why all those girls are willing,” he said arrogantly, nuzzling her neck.

“And if I still believe that you should eat pineapples, Malfoy? I don't think I can stomach your cum,” she retorted.

“Ah, Weasley, you still haven't learned not to say things too hastily now, have you? You are going to have to eat them right back up, I hope you realize. So, Ginevra — I've decided that since you're going to be sucking my cock, I should at least address you by your given name — ready to let the games begin?” he asked, tracing the outer shell of her ear. She made a small sound, and felt a prodding against her lower back. So he was ready now, was he? She unconsciously licked her lips. This might prove to be quite rewarding…She would get something to lord over Malfoy and at the same time have him at her mercy for at least a precious ten minutes. That sort of power definitely flies to a girl's head. As for the distasteful task of actually tasting Malfoy's cum, well it might not be so bad, if one can believe the gossip vine.

“Ok, Malfoy. Here are the terms. I'll make you come, and taste it,” she wrinkled her nose, and continued, “and if I still believe that you definitely need to eat pineapples, I'll let you know. It will be a great service I'm doing for you here, I'll have you know. So I expect something in return— for you to stop torturing, insulting, embarrassing and/or in ANY way humiliating me, my friends, and my family.”

“And Ginevra, if you are proven wrong and I don't need to eat pineapples, then you will satisfy me for a week - because you really aren't telling me any additional information that I did not already know, and you have greatly insulted my pride by making the statement in the first place. I will even make this deal in your favor, Ginevra. I'll even lower myself enough to satisfy you. Deal?” he asked. So he was that confident, was he?

“Ok Malfoy, deal.” She stuck out her hand, waiting for him to shake it, but instead he whirled her around and pulled her against his body.

“Considering the terms of our deal, Ginevra, I think it would be much better to seal it with a kiss.” He bent his head to touch her lips, but jerked back again, making her squirm. “Oh, and Ginevra, it is `Draco' from now on,” he said, before kissing her soundly on her lips. There was no seduction behind his lips, only ruthlessness and lust. She gasped, not prepared for such force, and he plunged his tongue inside her mouth.

She tasted of honeysuckle, and he wanted to get more of it. <i>Get a grip on yourself, Draco. Don't lose control. </i> He forced himself to slow down, and to make her want to blow him of her own free will. He gently stroked his tongue over hers, not letting her sharp tongue escape his questing one. A moan escaped her, and he smirked, before suckling on her full, lower lip as his hands roamed all over her body. Her own hands wound themselves around his neck, and he felt a flush of triumph at her small act of surrender.

Ginny felt like she was melting and was surprised to find that she had no desire to break free. Malfoy had changed the tables on her suddenly, and she was not prepared for the seduction. She would have known how to handle the roughness, but the seduction of his mouth was something else entirely. She didn't know what to do with his tongue asking hers to come out and play, so she did the only thing her instinct told her, she went with the flow, and with a moan, wrapped her arms around his neck. He continued the slow pace, and sipped her lips, which were swollen and bruised. Ginny whimpered; Malfoy was so experienced! After one last kiss, a chaste pressing of his lips on hers, he stepped back, still resting his hands on her hips.

“Ready, Ginevra?” he asked, a little out of breath, although he would never admit to himself or anybody else that Ginevra had made his heart race.

Ginny had to take a few heaving breaths before answering. “Coming, Draco?” she asked, smiling wickedly. The double entendre was not lost on either of them.

Ginny didn't recognise the classroom. He had pulled her to the nearest room still refusing to remove the curse, and then disappeared, while she was left there standing like an idiot. She felt him step back inside the room before he said anything. She could smell him; it was a nice mix of the sea, clean and refreshing.

“Malfoy, if you want me to blow you properly, you have to remove this confounded curse. And let me also tell you that I don't appreciate you leaving me standing here not saying a bloody word,” Ginny remarked, putting her hands on her hips. She had no idea where he was standing, and it was disconcerting.

“Relax, Ginevra, I was simply slipping off these confining clothes. I didn't realize you were looking forward to this so. And I don't see why you need your sight to perform a task solely with your mouth?” he purred, suddenly very close to her. He pressed his body to her back, and Ginny realized that Malfoy was not wearing his shirt. Before she could lose herself in her body's reaction, Ginny wiggled away from him.

“Take the curse off, Malfoy, otherwise, the deal is off, and to hell with you,” she snarled, making a motion to leave, but ended up tripping on a desk.

“I suppose I'll have to take the curse off so that you won't be a bloody menace to yourself,” he sneered as he swished his wand and lifted the curse.

It wasn't a great improvement considering that the room was still dark, but her eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Insulting your heart out, Draco? Afraid you're going to lose that particular hobby very soon?” she taunted. Upon hearing no response from him, she turned to look at him. His chest was smooth and white as marble, and in the dark, he was glowing. He watched her with hooded eyes, a predatory gleam to his eyes, and she tried to convince herself that the fluttering in her stomach was because of fear and not because of the excitement. She swallowed, again cursing the day she ever opened her mouth.

“Let's get it over with,” she stated, trying to vainly convince her mind that the only reason she was looking forward to this was to get it over with sooner.

“With pleasure, Ginevra,” he whispered, before stalking towards her with grace. Ginny knew that she couldn't let him get the upper hand; if he did, she would lose herself. When he reached her, she pushed him against the wall with a force that surprised him. She licked her lips, though she didn't know if it was in anticipation or nervousness. Such an unconscious gesture made him grow harder. He stood there regarding her while she removed his slacks; she hoped he wouldn't notice her hand shaking slightly. She gasped in shock. <i>Guess she didn't expect me to be nude underneath,</i> he smirked.

Always the impatient one, Ginny moved into action. She pulled him into her mouth a bit roughly, making Draco groan, whether from pain or pleasure was unclear. All those dumb phrases like velvet steel, and marble shaft, and others she had considered idiotic when she had read them in trashy novels, seemed to fit perfectly now. It is so unfortunate that a snotty git like Malfoy have such perfection; the little ridges and bumps, the crisp hair, the sheer feel of him made her want to bury it inside her.

She sucked him a bit roughly, as if it was his fault for making her feel such unwanted things. “Fuck,” he yelled, not expecting her to be rough; she'd always seemed so gentle, well at least to others anyway. He had speculated that a fiery minx like Weasley would be quite good in bed, that is if Weasleys did anything right, but the energy with which she worked on him was simply refreshing. When she had pulled him into her hot mouth, his renowned Malfoy control had been at stake. If her mouth could do such things to him, he didn't even want to imagine what fucking her would be like. He considered telling her to forget this and get down to fucking, but some fierce tongue and teeth work changed his mind. There was always time for fucking. He wasn't going to pass up this excellent blow job. She scraped her teeth down his length, Malfoy's muffled groan fueling her. She wanted to bring this arrogant man to his knees. He knotted his hands in her hair, but Ginny backed off immediately, “No hands, Malfoy,” she groused, “we do this MY way.”

Draco immediately took his hands away, and tried to stifle another groan when she took him back into her mouth. He couldn't let on that she affected him so, although it was rather difficult considering the bint had skill. Right now he was pretty much at her mercy, though he was loathe to admit it. He ground out with difficulty, “This is where you belong, Weasley, always below me.” He jerked with surprise when she bit him. Who knew the innocent, little goody Gryffindor was so orally talented. She was too good at this, the bloody wench. He groaned deeply, forming a fist with his hands. To hell with maintaining his image.

Ginny worked him, a flash of tongue and teeth. <i> How dare he say such a thing to me. </i> The sheer maleness of him made her keep going for more; she hadn't really sensed this kind of perfection with the other few men she had blown. Somehow their cock hadn't seemed so big, or their balls so soft, or their thighs so sculpted.

Whenever Malfoy seemed like he was on the verge of coming, she slowed down her motions to make him suffer, not letting him find release, toying with him. Finally, it dawned on her that this was Malfoy's dick she was sucking, and he might get the wrong impression that she actually enjoyed what she was doing and was trying to prolong it. So she pinched his nipple while she scraped her teeth on his head, and with a deep moan, Malfoy came erratically.

When she felt the warning signs that he was going to come, she smirked in triumph while preparing herself to taste something really foul. After all, one as foul as Malfoy should have at least some physical imperfection. When he did come though, he wasn't exactly bitter or sweet. It wasn't as terrible as some of the others, but it also wasn't exactly her favorite thing in the world. She swallowed as he came, and felt disappointed by the fact that Malfoy didn't exactly taste bad after all. She licked him clean, and felt satisfaction at winning this contest of wills. She had controlled him, and it was beautiful to have had him at her mercy. Malfoy panted audibly, slumped against the wall.

She stood and straightened herself up. She replayed what had just passed through her mind. <i> Malfoy did not taste bad after all…</i> That meant she had lost the bet! And, it seemed like she had blown Malfoy for no apparent reason. Although losing the bet wasn't that bad; after all he would have to satisfy her. But which underhanded Slytherin bastard ever kept his part of the bargain? Ginny kicked the chair nearby. Why were the fates against her so? But she was struck by an idea. He wouldn't know whether he tasted good or bad. He would have to go on her word, wouldn't he? So she would just have to ask him to eat some pineapples.

“Hey, Malfoy. Draco,” she whispered. He stirred slowly, and looked up at her with an eyebrow raised elegantly. Does he get them waxed? No guy should have such perfect eyebrows.

“So, Ginevra. What is your conclusion? Still think I have to eat pineapples?” he asked softly, looking down at her with an arrogant expression. The bloody bastard was so sure he had won!

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Malfoy. You unfortunately could use the help of the aforementioned pineapples,” she replied coolly.

“Liar,” he whispered. “Guess I'll have to find out myself.” Before she could understand what he'd meant, he jerked her by her tie, pulling her flush against him, and kissed her roughly, delving into her depths when she gasped. She gave up any pretense of struggle, and lost herself in the kiss. Sensing her surrender, he softened the kiss a little. Malfoy definitely had a wicked mouth. Abruptly, he ended the kiss, leaving Ginny floundering. She opened her eyes to see Malfoy silently regarding her hooded eyes and parted, bruised lips with an expression of pure wickedness on his face. He had gotten his answer, and he smirked that same satisfied, lazy smirk.

“So, Ginevra, what time would be most convenient for you so that you can fulfill your duties? I'm free Mondays and Thursdays from 7, on Tuesdays and Fridays I have Quidditch practice, so 9:30 ought to be good, and on Wednesdays, I've Head Boy duties till midnight,” he drawled.

“In your dreams, Malfoy,” she retorted, trying to get away from his grip.

“I told you before, Ginevra, it's Draco now,” he said and pulled her close to him before kissing her thoroughly.

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