Turn around and I'll be there
take my hand and climb the stairs
throw your troubles to the wind
summertime is happening
Thank the sun up in the sky
never had to reason why
find a place where love can grow
lets stay in the shadows
We've got secrets, nothing touches us
secrets we walk in the sun
we've got secrets, you can't come with us
secrets not for everyone
Turn around and I'll be there
in your dreams and everywhere
put your worries in a jar
take my hand and we'll go far
Empty sun up in the sky
never had to reason way
find a place where love can grow
lets stay in the shadows
We've got secrets, nothing touches us
secrets we walk in the sun
we've got secrets, you can't come with us
secrets not for everyone
Ginny felt terrible about what she had tried to do to Harry. He had asked her to go with him to Hogsmeade the following Saturday, but Ginny had suddenly become very good at making up all sorts of excuses to get out of spending time with him.
She lay in bed most of the day feeling sorry for herself, alone in her dorm room. She wanted to seek out Draco, but assumed that he was in Hogsmeade too. But there was only one way to find out, only one way to get the answers to all the questions that had been bothering her.
Ginny wasn't quite sure she was ready for the answers; what if Draco meant what he had said, and that he never wanted to see her ugly Weasley face again? No, he'd called her beautiful, and she knew he meant it.
Ginny found her courage and went looking for Draco Malfoy.
He wasn't hard to find. Ginny stepped out of the portrait of the fat lady and found Draco leaning against the wall.
"Hi" she whispered, surprised to see him there.
"Hello, Miss Weasley. I was just having a lovely chat with your portrait. You are well protected in your tower, princess"
The fat lady seemed to puff up with pride at is compliment that she was doing a fine job, while Ginny's whole body began to flush.
"How long have you been waiting out here?"
Draco grinned at her and closed the space between them, now towering over her. "Doesn't matter, I would have waited longer, because you are well worth it."
Draco captured Ginny's mouth with his own and Ginny gave herself over to all the longing she had for him. They only stopped when the fat lady's "Hhhmmm's" got louder and louder, and finally broke through their passionate haze.
"Let's go somewhere, to talk," Draco said, and took Ginny's hand in his own. He took them to the prefects bathroom, it was deserted, and safe, as Draco didn't want Ginny to get the wrong idea if he took her to his room, but he wanted someplace with complete privacy too. They sat down on the white marble bench in front of the pool-sized tub. They were straddling the small bench, knees touching, holding hands.
"Draco."
"Ginny."
They both began at the same time. Ginny put her head down and smiled, but Draco remained serious.
"You first, "Draco conceded. He wasn't used to giving anyone else control, or being generous, but he wanted to hear what Ginny had to say. He was surprised she was talking to him after the way he had behaved. He never expected to see her come out of the portrait, he had planned on bullying the next Gryffindor he saw into fetching her for him so they could talk. But then she had appeared, and they were drawn to each other like a Malfoy to sweets, and she was sweet. He tried not to stare at her lips as she spoke, this was serious, and he had things he needed to say to her.
Ginny gathered her nerve, nodded, took a few deep breaths and blurted, "Did you mean what you said?"
Draco didn't move a muscle for what seemed like a full minute, he just looked Ginny straight in the eye.
Ginny felt her spirits lift with the look in those gray eyes.
Draco cupped her face in his hands and drew her closer to him.
"Ginny, I said those things out of frustration . . . and anger." Draco let his hands fall from her face to follow the outline of her shoulders, and down her arms, until he was once again holding her hands in his.
"I want you to understand first of all, I a selfish bastard, I don't think I'll ever change, and-"
Ginny gave him a quick peck on the lips and said, "I already knew that."
Draco gave her a half smile and said, "If I may continue?"
Ginny nodded, and Draco looked solemn again. "It's just I think, I know that I will hurt you again, I don't want to, but I most likely will. I said those things because I was trying to push you away. I think I wanted to protect you from myself." He pulled his hand away from hers. "I wanted to shag you when I saw you at the welcoming feast, because you looked so utterly, completely beautiful. And I thought if I took you to bed, I could get you out of my system, you know, but after I kissed you in the library, I realized that was a foolish idea. I can't seem to get you off of my mind. It's like you're in my blood. I will have you Ginny, and not for one night either."
Her eyes widened at his surprising monologue.
"I can't watch you with Potter ever again! I wanted to kill him when he touched you in the hall the other night. Tell me you'll stay with me Ginny, even when I break your heart."
She shivered slightly despite the bathroom's warmth.
"I've never loved anyone before; I'm sure I'll be very bad at it."
Ginny didn't know what to say. Draco's confession blew her away. Was he under Veritaserum? No, he'd just told her what was in his heart. He was being honest, maybe for the first time in his life. Ginny stood up and turned away from Draco for a moment.
Draco could feel his heart breaking. "Ginny?" he said, his voice hoarse whisper.
Ginny kept her back to Draco, and he knew he was defeated. Why had he chosen to tell the truth? He should have made something up! He prided himself on his ability to come up with a believable lie on the spot. Because you git, he admonished himself, you love her, gods help her. Draco stood up and walked over to Ginny. If she hit him again, he deserved it.
Ginny felt him behind her and turned around to face him. Draco saw the tears running freely down her face.
"Have I broken your heart already then?" he asked, as he used his thumbs to brush them away.
Ginny shook her head; she didn't think she could talk just then. She was too overwhelmed. Draco had changed everything for her with a few sentences. Probably the most important sentences she would ever hear. She knew if they were going to try and make a go of any kind of a relationship, they would have to be honest; Draco had done his part, now it was her turn. When Ginny was able to calm her breathing enough to talk she told Draco, "I'm not going to let you be bad at loving me, Draco Malfoy, I'm going to teach you everything I know about love-"
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"The love I learned from growing up in a large family. The healthy kind, not the kind where you try to hurt each other."
Draco rested his head on Ginny's shoulder as he lifted her off the ground and hugged her tightly to him.
"Just one more thing, Draco, let me talk to Harry about us. I would want him to hear it from me, he deserves that much. I've been absolutely horrible to him, and I have to do this."
Draco stiffened at the mention of Potter's name on her sweet lips. He wanted to let the whole school know that they were together He was proud of her, he didn't care what people said anymore. He'd seen people for their true colors after his father got tossed into Azkaban. Draco decided to respect Ginny's decision, and nodded. "Whatever you like, princess."
Ginny smiled triumphantly, until Draco said, "In exchange, for one kiss."
"One kiss?" Ginny asked suspiciously.
Draco leaned over her and said each word slowly, "Just…One…Kiss."
Ginny felt her whole body shiver, she nodded her head, and thought she would die if he didn't kiss her soon.
Draco moved in very slowly for his kiss, so slowly that Ginny stomped her foot in impatience. Draco couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him before their mouths finally met.
Ginny wrapped her arms tightly around Draco's waist, and held on. The kiss was one of possession, promise, and passion. Ginny felt weak and strong at the same time. Draco's lips never left hers as he slid his hands under her jumper, pulling her ever closer, feeling her hot skin against his fingertips. Ginny let go of her shyness and let her passionate nature exert itself. Draco was wearing a black button up shirt that was made of a smooth material Ginny couldn't name, but as she began unbuttoning the shirt, one button at a time, she soon found the warm skin beneath was smoother than any cloth could be. Ginny pulled the shirt free from Draco's pants and tossed it on the floor. She was having trouble concentrating; they were barely coming up for air, though Draco's kisses were enough to rob her of all thought anyway.
Ginny finally dragged her mouth away, and said, "Draco! Enough! You're getting more than a kiss."
Draco looked down at Ginny, and thought she had never been more beautiful…Her hair was looking wild, her lips were swollen from his kisses and her bright golden-brown eyes were clouded with desire. Draco nodded, then asked, "What do you want Ginny?"
Ginny didn't hesitate before answering, "You."
Draco grabbed her face again in another searing kiss.
Ginny felt Draco's hard chest press against hers, and noticed skin on skin. When had he removed her jumper? She didn't know, but the sensations were delicious.
Draco traced his hands up her back, causing goose bumps all over as he removed her bra from her. "You're gorgeous," Draco said as he leaned down to take one breast, then the other into his mouth.
"What's your real name Ginny"?
Ginny was lost in the sensation of what he was doing to her, and he had to repeat his question before he got his answer.
"Gin-Ginevra"
"That's a lovely name. I think I'll call you Ginevra from now on."
Draco was unhooking the button and zipper of Ginny's slacks, and sliding them from her legs now.
"I rather like Princess," she managed to fumble.
"Alright, Princess it is." Draco now had Ginny just in her knickers, having helped her out of her socks and shoes. Draco used his wand to Accio a large stack of thick, fluffy towels over to where he and Ginny stood. He used the Engorgio spell on the towels to make them a cozy bed on the marble floor.
Ginny's hands were shaking as he tried to help relieve Draco of his belt.
"There's no hurry," he whispered as he lay her down on the make shift bed and covered her body with his own. His lips were trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone, and lower still, until he was kissing the warm flesh of her stomach. Draco ran his tongue along the low waistband of Ginny's knickers, and she felt her hips rise off the floor of their own volition. Draco slowly slid her knickers from her and tossed them over his shoulder. He didn't want to rush her, but he had to get out of his trousers soon, or face permanent damage. There was suddenly no room and he was quite crowded. Draco took a deep breath and reminded himself to be patient, to go slow.
"Ummm, Draco? Don't you need to be naked too? I mean, that's my understanding." Ginny was leaning up on her elbows, twisting the ends of her long hair.
Draco raised an eyebrow at the saucy temptress in front of him, who was innocent, but knowing in her own way.
"Very good Ginevra," he said as he kneeled beside her and undid his belt buckle and zipper of his trousers. As he started to wiggle them down his hips, Ginny could see a bulge against his boxer shorts. She'd felt it against her earlier, but now she was starring in fascination, waiting for it to make its appearance. Ginny knew what a penis looked like; she had six older brothers, after all, but those penises were not interesting in the least.
Draco studied Ginny's face. Her eyes seemed to be locked onto the front of his boxers. Draco had no shame, and was rather proud of his body, so he made quick work of disposing of his boxers and was now kneeling before Ginny in all his erect, naked glory. When he looked at her face, he wasn't able to read her expression. Her mouth hung open a little, and she didn't seem to be blinking, or breathing.
"Ginny?"
No answer.
"Ginny? Are you alright?"
Ginny's mouth was dry, and the excitement she felt earlier was dissipating. She didn't want to do this anymore. "I'm sorry," she croaked out.
"Sorry, for what?"
"I…I can't do this." She sat up and her voice got smaller but Draco heard her mumblings, "We'd never fit, it won't work, that's all."
Draco tried to kiss her but she jerked her face away from his hands and mouth and stood up and tried to walk away. Draco caught her in two strides and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Ginny could now feel the object of her fear against her back, but Draco was using one hand to massage her breast, and the other was now slipping just the tip of his finger inside of her. Ginny could feel her knees begin to buckle as she leaned back against him, but her mind still feared the unknown.
"Ginevra, I'd never hurt you. I am aware that there will be some pain the first time, but it's my job to get you hot, so hot that there is as little pain as possible. Do you believe me?"
Ginny would have believed anything he had told her at that moment. Ginny looked up at Draco over her shoulder and nodded. She allowed his kisses now and was gently laid back down on the fluffy towels.
Draco covered her body with his and looked down into her eyes. He gently brushed her hair back from her temples, and kissed her chin, and her cheeks, letting his hand wander down to make lazy circles on the inside of her thighs. He'd never taken this much time or care with a woman, but he wanted to enjoy Ginny, every single moment of her.
Ginny wasn't as patient, and when Draco took Ginny's nipple into his mouth, Ginny scratched Draco's scalp, and the back of his neck as she moved restlessly against him. She was aching inside, she suddenly felt emptiness inside, and she knew she needed Draco. "Draco, please…." She was still frightened a little of the pain, but she wanted him too much to let a little pain stop her.
Draco looked up at her and grinned. She was an impatient little witch. Draco brought his hand flat over Ginny's center and slid his finger in as far as it would go. Ginny eye's widened in surprise as Draco slowly added a second finger to the first. Draco didn't think he could wait much longer; his body was more than ready, reacting to Ginny's, which felt hot and wet and tight.
Draco removed his fingers slowly and she groaned at the loss. Draco rubbed his cock against her wet opening and slowly pushed himself forward as far as he could go. Ginny gasped at his intrusion, and threw her head back, Draco leaned in close to her ear and said, "Ginevra, this is not temporary, do you understand?"
Ginny had trouble concentrating, but looked Draco in the eyes and nodded, her eyes were beginning to tear, and she felt her heart racing.
"You belong to me Ginevra, from this moment on, only to me, do you agree?"
Ginny reached up to caress Draco's face, "And you to me."
Draco kissed Ginny tenderly as he pushed himself forward slightly. He felt the proof of Ginny's innocence, and deepened the kiss. Draco withdrew slightly and heard Ginny groan in protest. Draco thrust forward as far as he could as Ginny tore her mouth away and a scream escaped her lips.
"Hush, princess," Draco soothed. "The pain will pass."
Ginny felt hot tears roll down her cheeks and slapped Draco on the shoulder, "How would you know?" she wailed.
Draco hid his smile in the crook of her neck and did his best not to move. He wanted to move in and out of her; she fit him so tight, he wanted to pound into her small body, but used every ounce of restraint that he possessed to remain still.
Ginny now knew what all the girls in her dorm stayed up late giggling about, but she didn't understand the "Big O; all she felt was a throbbing pain, though she had to admit it had lessened.
Draco was beginning to move slightly within her, back and forth, in slow, short strokes, and it wasn't unpleasant. Draco reached down between them and began to caress the spot he knew would drive her mad.
Ginny was lifting her hips to meet his and Draco could feel Ginny's hands moving up and down his back, when she raked her nails over his shoulder blades, he felt the skin open and groaned his pleasure into her ear. Draco increased his pace, and Ginny could feel a pressure building inside.
"Draco?" Ginny knew what was happening to her, but it was still an amazing feeling when it finally did happen. It was so much more intense than what had happened to her in the broom closet. Ginny felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and warmth spread through her, like thousands of tiny earthquakes erupting inside of her. "Draco!"
Draco felt Ginny's release, and it forced his own. "Ginevra," he groaned as he released himself inside of her.
Draco was shaken by his experience. He had never given himself so completely to any woman he'd taken to his bed. He wasn't allowed to hold back from Ginny, she gave everything of herself, and he found he could do no less. He felt free, he felt like he could do anything, as long as he had Ginny.
Neither of them wanted to move, but Draco's weight and the throbbing at the point where they were still joined were becoming uncomfortable.
"Are you still alive?" Draco asked in his cockiest voice.
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Ginny didn't want to leave Draco's side, and he wasn't ready to let her go. They had slowly gotten dressed, each admiring each others bits, as they were covered up. Ginny felt so sore she didn't think she could walk, even her bum and thighs were sore. Draco had a huge arrogant smile on his face, and swept her up into his arms. "What if I carry you to my room?" he teased.
Ginny's eyes widened. Should she dare stay the night with Draco? Would anyone notice that she was gone? Of course they would. Would they tell Harry? Of course, especially Lavender Brown…
"Ginevra?"
Ginny smiled at Draco, what must he be thinking? Here he was, holding, her, teasing her, and she was worried about what people were going to think. She wanted to spend the night with him; she'd deal with the consequences later.
"Carry on, Mr. Malfoy, to the dungeons."
Draco and Ginny made it to his room without being seen by any more than a few Slytherin's. She smiled when she heard his password, (Bat Bogey Hex) even though he tried to cover her ears, and told her after some goading, that he had perfected this curse over the summer after she had used it on him. He told her that it was most effective, as it really distracted your enemy, and Ginny had a huge grin on her face, until he told her he had practiced on the house elves until he'd perfected it. She tried to pinch him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her close for a kiss.
Ginny couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at the grandeur that was Draco's room. She'd never been surrounded by such finery, from the bed sheets, Draco's designer cologne, and shaving potion bottles, and gold picture frames, not the homemade wooden ones like they had at the burrow.
Draco turned his back as Ginny looked around at his room, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, and she was his first over-night guest, so he put on host mode and asked if she'd like something to drink.
"No, I'm fine."
Draco saw that she couldn't decide whether to sit or stand, or bolt out the door. He walked over to her and took her hand. "Ginevra, I want you to feel comfortable here, you're the only person besides myself who knows the password. You are welcome here whenever you please. Especially at night…to shag."
Ginny grabbed one of Draco's elegant looking pillows and whacked him backwards onto his bed and crawled on top of him.
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Draco and Ginny kept their affair a secret for well over a month, and it was a wonderful time for both of them. They would leave notes for each other to find in their book bags, Draco would have roses waiting for her in 'their' room and would meet almost every night to make love, and hold each other all night. Ginny would always leave an hour before sunrise to sneak back to Gryffindor tower. Ginny had trouble keeping her smiles and easy fits of giggle at bay in front of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Harry finally asked her what the change in her was all about. Ginny didn't know how to respond. She had never answered Harry's question about the progression of their own relationship after the night she'd practically thrown herself at him. She wanted to shout "I love Draco Malfoy!" but instead answered,
"Harry, I, I'm late for potions, can we talk later?"