TABANCA
CHAPTER SIX
EXPECTATIONS
BY: J
DISCLAIMER - This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
CHAPTER SUMMARY -When faced with challenges some remain strong, but some feel forced to forgo love for the expectations of others.
A/N: It's been one year, five months and some weeks. I don't blame you for glaring >.<;;
You've probably forgotten what's happened in the story I know I did, heh.
Point out plot holes if you see them. I'm embarrassed to say this fic is as "holy" as…
*lays off religious jokes*
Enjoy.
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"I can't wait for spring," Ginny muttered as she stared up at the grey sky.
"Why wait for something when you could enjoy what you have right now?"
Ginny turned slightly to give Luna a thoughtful look. The girl was idly twirling blue patterns into the air with her wand as her eyes took in the red and orange autumn landscape. The two girls were sitting outside on a bench by the fountain for their break before Herbology. A smile touched Ginny's lips and she turned back to the sky.
"I'd like to think I'm looking forward to the future."
"Mobblybook believes the future is something undefined, therefore a waste to bother thinking about."
Ginny laughed, "Mobblybook?"
"Yes," said Luna sleepily, "A new writer for the Quibbler."
Grinning, Ginny's gaze wandered to where Draco and some other blokes were sitting, scribbling at their parchment. His eyes rose to meet hers and for once she didn't blush and look away. His features were expressionless though he kept her gaze. He looked away as one of the boys leant over to talk to him and Ginny's hackles couldn't help rise when a hand brushed over Draco's knee.
She looked away and resumed taking in the sky. It was funny how she only began to notice which wizards in Hogwarts were gay after discovering about Draco. Out of the corner of her eye she observed Draco write something on the boy's parchment. How Crabbe and Goyle were oblivious to the exchange was beyond her. As she glanced at the two oafs she couldn't help quickly retract her last thought. Both boys were studiously picking at their noses with identical daft expressions. Making a face, Ginny let her eyes rest on Draco again. She swallowed when the boy beside him rose and discreetly ran his hand over Draco's hip.
Deciding that she was making this a lot harder for herself, Ginny nudged Luna. "Let's get to Herbology."
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"You were jealous off your skinny arse," a voice said into her ear.
She forced herself not to react to his proximity and shrugged, her hand turning the page as she continued to write down notes. She was only slightly placated when she noticed that Draco could barely keep his hands off of her. They ran down her sides to rest by her skinny, jealous arse.
She didn't mention that she saw them kissing in an alcove later, or that she couldn't help stare in shock as Draco welcomed the act. The same hands that touched her now had grasped the other boy's arse to pull him close. She didn't say that the look he had when the other boy pulled away from the kiss was the same she felt whenever he'd thoroughly snogged her himself.
"He's just an old friend, and fuck."
Ginny nodded and stared ahead tautly when his fingers touched just below her eyes. Draco was silent as she took a breath and dipped her quill into the ink well. She wasn't so much upset than disappointed. A deep disappointment that resonated whenever Draco touched her and she couldn't help respond. An arousal that disgusted her yet was welcomed wholeheartedly.
"It was just a few touches Weasley."
"You don't get it do you," she said, ignoring his lie.
"Explain it then."
"No matter who you're with while you're with me, I'll still let you climb into my bed."
"What about the broom closet, astronomy tower, Quidditch locker rooms?"
"You don't get it do you," she repeated as her quill made quick strokes against the paper. "I'd stay with you as long as it takes just as long as when I do, you saw only me."
"Hard to miss the red hair and freckles," he murmured.
"How many other blokes have you shagged while with me?" She demanded.
His hands pulled away. "We're not together."
Ginny nodded shortly, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the page.
"None Ginny."
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That night he seemed to be completely hers. She almost believed there was more to the experiment than he led her to believe. His mouth roved over her body hungrily, leaving marks in the pale skin that Ginny's hands ran over later at night thoughtfully. She gripped his shoulders as he panted softly into her ear, lost in the feeling of being pushed over the edge.
When she awoke, he was still there, sprawled on his stomach and covered by her worn quilt. Ginny sat up and stared down at the slightly darkened blonde hair that fell over closed eyes. Changed from the pointy nosed boy he was before and yet exactly the same. Her eyes couldn't help run over the marks on his neck as if trying to discern which marks were hers.
She lay back down and pressed her body lengthwise against his, her face pressed into the back of his neck as her hand ran over his chest. Draco's hand covered her own and Ginny inhaled sharply. He'd been awake the entire time.
"You saw us didn't you, in the alcove."
"Yes."
They fell silent and Ginny gently pulled her hand away from him. "Did you shag him?"
"No."
"Do you want to?" Merlin, where were the questions coming from. Ginny pulled away from Draco's warmth and rested her head against the pillow properly. For some reason she felt oddly fine about the whole thing. Perhaps she was finally coming to terms with the fact that Draco would never be fully hers.
"Would you care if I did?"
"You can't answer my question with a question!" She griped.
She felt him snigger.
"Fine. Maybe I do, why do you want to know?"
"You're not chained to me, but I'd want to know if I was just being used."
"Merlin, quit thinking about it like that." Draco rolled over and glared. "I actually admitted I had feelings for you and now I'm using you?"
"What I mean to say is that I'm human and I would like to believe I can find someone who'd be interested in just me!" She retorted.
"Okay. Let me get this straight. We're not in a relationship yet you want things from me that constitute a relationship. That's asking a bit much."
"I'm just considering my options."
Draco groaned. "Why do girls always have to make things complicated? Can't you just appreciate what you have-did you just snort?"
"So I've got a bloke who wants another bloke. Watch me as I lavish my life with appreciation," Ginny said sarcastically.
"Gods, I think this is why I turned gay in the first place."
Ginny played with the frayed end of her quilt nervously. They'd just shared a great moment, something she'd been waiting for and she'd just gone and wrecked it. Nevertheless she couldn't help her insecurities about Draco, especially when she didn't really know where they stood.
"Do you want to lay off for a while?"
"No," she turned and was surprised to see his cool, grey eyes staring back at her. "Do you?
Her heart plummeted when his eyes flickered away from hers. Ginny braced herself for rejection the only way she knew how.
Denial and indifference.
"I don't really care. If you want to, I'll understand," she gave a wry grin, "especially since you're not exactly straight."
"So you want to as well?"
As his eyes searched hers Ginny's heart sank. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what I want."
Draco nodded and pulled her towards him so her head rested beneath his cheek. Ginny flushed at how intimate the contact was. It was especially pronounced as her leg brushed against his groin. His hands traced the swell of her breasts and he leant his mouth to her ear.
"I wouldn't say I'm completely gay anymore," his lips brushed over her ear, "I'm with you aren't I."
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After the morning classes, Ginny pushed into the common room with a yawn. It was empty except for Lavender and Parvati who were working at one of the tables. Ginny sighed and moved for the stairs; she'd hoped to have it to herself. Grabbing her Potions book and notes she resigned herself to studying during their lunch break. Rolling her neck with a groan, she made her way back downstairs.
"Do you suppose blokes at school do it?"
Ginny rolled her eyes as she stretched out on the common room couch and pulled her Potions book onto her stomach. It was funny how some people don't really change even after seven years. She spared Lavender and Parvati a glance before deciding another eye roll was in order as she spied a Playwizard in their hands.
"Do you Lav?" Parvati and Lavender dissolved into giggles.
"I did once, used a shearing charm."
"Really?" Paravti's horrified tone caused Ginny to look up, even though she'd been eavesdropping in the first place.
"I did," Lavender said smugly, "Dean said he liked it much better that way."
"Does Dean do it?"
Lavender laughed. "No, he thinks it's unmanly to have less hair down there."
Ginny turned slightly green and turned back to her Herbology book. Really, who had conversations about pubic hair for Merlin's sake?
"I bet Malfoy does. Bet he keeps it trim and platinum-ever the vain, smarmy git, in bed and out."
As the girls laughed Ginny couldn't help grin.
It really wasn't too far from the truth.
The girls quietened as Colin pushed through the portrait door. Glancing around, he brightened as his eyes fell on Ginny. She stifled a small groan as he strode over. He pulled her book away and put it on the desk with an air of finality.
"Come down for lunch, I'm starved and everyone's still in class."
"You've only got to wait ten mins!"
"Aw, come on Ginny. Please?"
She gave his attempt at a puppy dog face an unaffected look. "Fine, but do remember this later on when I need something from you."
Colin whooped and pulled her towards the portrait before she could change her mind. "You can hold me to it."
As they walked down the hall Colin chattered on about their classes that morning. She listened with vague amusement as he recounted events she'd witnessed herself just an hour earlier. Colin really had a short attention span the way he moved from topic to topic.
"You left History of Magic pretty early today," he commented off-handedly as they walked towards the Gryffindor table.
"Binns dozed off. How a ghost could doze off is beyond me, but I didn't mind taking advantage of it."
Colin tutted at her, "You've been awful occupied lately."
"Hm," she said noncommittally.
"Two months till Christmas!" He suddenly said as he plopped onto the bench.
Ginny stifled the urge to laugh at his abrupt change of subject. "Are you going home?"
"Heck no. To be smothered by muggle relatives who will forever view our family as odd?" Colin piled his plate with fried chicken and mashed potatoes. "I heard Ron and Harry might be going back to the Burrow, but I didn't hear anything about you going."
Ginny grinned. "I didn't give Christmas much thought, seeing that Halloween's in two days."
"Understandable," Colin shrugged.
She lifted her goblet to her lips and tried to calm her nerves. Two months until she'd forget about Draco Malfoy. She'd forgotten her so called deadline. Ginny chanced a glance towards the Slytherin table. He was there and she flushed in embarrassment when he sent her a slow smirk as he noticed her stare. Well, at least he was happy with his new bed-warmer, she thought sourly. Scowling, she couldn't help but feel not at all happy for him. Draco raised an eyebrow at her dark look to which Ginny shook her head lightly at before looking away. She'd given him her blessing after all.
"Ginny?"
"Yes?" She looked up the hand that rested on her shoulder comfortably, slightly miffed at the contact. Her glare fell when her eyes met Michael Corner's face.
"Are we still on for our project today?"
Her startled look lent a smile to Michael's face as he sat next to her. "Forgot didn't you."
Ginny gave him a sheepish grin. "Midterm exams have been a bit of a distraction."
His grimace made her chuckle and as he grinned at her Ginny wondered again what exactly happened to the two of them. He really wasn't a bad bloke.
"We could meet at four at the library to do the initial research." Her shrewd look made him laugh and he patted her shoulder in what was supposed to be a placating way. "I promise I'll help. Still, where I lack in reading skills I make up for in my green thumb."
Ginny glanced towards the Slytherin table again as Crabbe and Goyle watched Draco discreetly cast a hex towards a hapless Hufflepuff. The boy yelped as his pants fell to the floor. Ginny rolled her eyes as Draco enjoyed the full view of a boxered arse.
"I'll be there at four. I might be a bit late though."
"Great!" Michael stood and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "I'll bring any extra materials so don't worry about it. Plus Neville gave me a couple books he thought would help."
Ginny nodded and scooped up her bag as they spoke. "I spoke to him as well, he mentioned you'd asked."
Michael nodded at her bag. "Got class last period?"
"Nope," she grinned at his scowl. "Have a spare. I dropped Arithmancy,"
"Where're you headed then?"
She groaned. "Library, I've been there in past three weeks. I feel imminent failure coming on in all of my exams."
"Gin, the first time you fail is the day I play Quidditch."
Ginny laughed at that. As athletic as he might look, Michael was terrible on a broom. He did go jogging at some ungodly hour of the morning every day though. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him pull something out of his pocket. Ginny watched curiously as he rolled it between his fingers idly. Noticing her stare he gave her a sheepish look.
"Mind if I smoke?"
Ginny stared at him aghast. "You mean outside? In the cold. Have fun by yourself mate."
Michael laughed and tugged her along. "Come on, I'll be quick. I have Divination next and for me to survive that class I need at least two hits."
Laughing, Ginny allowed herself to be pulled to an offside hall. "I can imagine the things you say stoned.
"'Oh Professor Trelawney, there's no way I'll be dating again, it's only Mary Jane and me from now on'."
Ginny received a light cuff to the shoulder for that as Michael laughed. He smiled down at her. "Cute, smartarse."
"I'm still peeved that she tried to predict your future girlfriends while I was dating you."
"That's because she heard you mocking her with your brother. Serves you right I'd say."
"Disturbing how she knew we were dating."
"Oh Ginny, my little non-believer, she a seer."
Ginny rolled her eyes as they stepped out of the Astronomy Tower. Michael lit up and sucked in, his eyes closing. They watched the smoke circle their heads for a moment before Michael spoke again.
"You know, we don't spend time together at all anymore."
"I don't know any exes who actually do, so treasure this moment."
"Yeah, I really don't know why you do. I treated you pretty badly didn't I?"
Ginny shrugged and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Can't ignore your Herbology partner forever."
"Still."
"It's been two years Michael, it doesn't matter anymore."
He nodded and licked his fingers before pinching the end of his joint quickly and outing it. He slipped it into his pocket and stood, holding a hand out for her.
"Two hits done?"
"Yep, I feel sufficiently light headed and relaxed. Thank you Miss Weasley."
Ginny shook her head in amusement as they made their way out of the Tower. As they walked down the hall Michael gave her a grin and clasped her hand with his. As much as they were at ease talking, Ginny couldn't help swallow nervously at the new development. Where was all this attention coming from? Michael's face fell at her puzzled look and he let go of her hand.
"You don't care about me at all do you?"
"As a friend yes but--"
"It's okay," he said quickly, his eyes darting away from hers.
"I thought you liked that other girl," she said.
Michael sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought I did, and I even dated her. But all I could think about was you."
Ginny gaped. "So basically I just wasn't physically attractive enough for you at the time."
"Gin…" They halted outside the library in an uncomfortable atmosphere.
"It happens all the time. Blokes always go after something better when it comes along. They're all fickle. Think they're gay, then they're not. They just needed another bloke to come along and poof, you don't matter anymore," Ginny ranted bitterly.
Michael gave her an alarmed look mixed with horror. "Are you trying to say I'm gay?!"
"No!" Ginny clamped a hand over her mouth for a moment. "No Michael."
He gave her a disbelieving look. "I'm not you know. I'm straight, straight as a board. And I love women, they're beautiful. That's why I can't understand gay people. Personally I find it sort of disgusting. It's not even natural. You know the in and out rule? It's not supposed to go in there."
"Yet the prostate gland, only accessible through the arse, instigates pleasure," Ginny said bluntly.
Michael made a face and ran a hand over his face. "Ginny, sodomy is disgusting and religion says it's wrong."
"Whatever Michael, if I snogged some girl right now you'd begging for a free show," Ginny replied sharply.
He made a choking noise. "Merlin, when did you become so knowledgeable on homosexuals?"
"It should be common knowledge and bloody accepted already. The wizarding world is so backward," she said scowling. Ginny glanced back at him curiously. "You're religious?"
"Yeah. I'm Muslim. My parents are from Somalia."
Ginny stared. "I just realized how little we know about each other."
Michael gave her a thoughtful look. "Same here."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Ginny gave him a quick hug. "Sorry about the rant, but to me homophobia is on the same level as racism."
"I disagree-" He faltered at her glare. "Okay, maybe later we can debate about it. I do have class in fifteen minutes, unlike some people."
"I'm uncompromising on my position but we can talk about it yeah," she said with a small smile.
"Ha, I know that much about you, Miss I'm always right."
"When I'm wrong you can argue. See you later mate."
Michael laughed and shook his head as he walked away. Ginny watched him go for a moment before she turned to go into the library. Her hand paused on the door as Draco walked towards her from around the corner. She sighed, the hall was now empty except for Draco and herself…so much for getting some studying done.
"When did you become so knowledgeable on homosexuals?"
Ginny flushed and pushed through the library door. Unfortunately, he followed her in. "I've always been."
"We don't need you to fight our battles."
"If I choose to express my support, it's a free world and I can."
"We're not bleeding invalids Ginny."
"I don't see you proclaiming your homosexuality. Besides, would you rather I agree with Michael?" She glanced at him and flushed again at his surprised look. "Obviously I'd respond otherwise."
Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. She froze as he leant his face near her head and…sniffed her. He pulled back and gave her a calculating look as his grip loosened on her arm.
"Why do you smell like weed?"
Ginny flushed and pulled her arm away from him. "Michael just smoked-alone."
Draco smirked. "Right."
"I don't smoke!"
He patted her arm consolingly. "I don't mind, some time we should have a joint together."
Ginny gave him a dark look and stepped back. "You're infuriating."
He shrugged, "To each their own. Me? Burble's Bongs are a god send." He blinked as she began walking away. "Where're you going! Haven't you got class like the rest of the miserable sods?"
"No, last period spare. Cheers." She smiled and left the miffed Slytherin behind her. To her annoyance he continued walking with her towards her usual studying spot. Ginny stopped and glared at him.
"Go to class!" She hissed.
"Haven't got class." His mouth pulled into satisfied grin. "And I'm all yours."
Her glare intensified. "You seem extraordinarily happy."
A wide smirk spread across his face. "Because I got to see you."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Wonderful. False flattery."
"Are you studying?"
"Yes," she snapped, "and you're going to be an enormous pain in my arse if you stay."
Draco choked.
Realising her words she gave him an icy look. "You've got a mind of a twelve year old."
"Oh come on, that was pretty funny. Had you been a guy it would have been even funnier."
Ginny sighed as she dumped her bag on the table and sat in the cushy armchair which was, for once, vacant. At once Draco slid into the armchair beside her. His arm casually rested behind her head. He smelt like sandalwood today. Ginny tried to stamp down the damned butterflies that arose in her stomach. How many bloody types of cologne did one bloke own? Glancing around furtively she inwardly sighed as she realise how conveniently deserted this part of the library was. Resigning herself, she struggled to find a comfortable position as his body tried to cram in with hers.
"The chair's only so big ferret!"
He shrugged, "I'm comfortable. Did you want to meet up later by the way?"
"I can't today. I've got to work on a Herbology assignment with my partner."
Draco gave her a sceptical look but didn't question it.
"Who are you working with?"
"Michael Corner," Ginny paused at the way his face shuttered. "Plus I don't really feel all that comfortable shagging anyway when you've been-" She waved her hands vaguely.
"Fudgepacking?" Draco supplied. He rolled his eyes when Ginny made a face. "Does it really matter?"
"I suppose not, but I'm all booked up with Michael so I apologise that I can't warm your bed," she said smartly, struggling to get out of the chair.
"Point made," Draco said sullenly as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back onto his lap. "So you're shagging him now?"
"It doesn't matter," she paused when he planted his lips to the junction of her shoulder, nipping the exposed skin. "I still have to meet him at four Draco."
He sighed not noticing how she shivered when his breath caressed her neck. "Do you shag him in your room?"
Ginny tensed, what did it matter?
A smirk curved her lips as she understood. "Wherever really. This morning it was rough and hard against the-"
Draco's hands tightened on her waist and she laughed.
"Why are you jealous?" She asked.
"I didn't know you were with him."
Ginny squirmed in his lap only to turn and meet his leer at the suggestive movement of her bottom. She rolled her eyes and smacked him upside his head. "I can't today, and I'm not shagging him."
His arms loosened around her and Ginny turned so her legs hung off the arm and she leaned against his arm. She gave him an accusing look. "So I'm supposed to sit back while you have your fun with some bloke. A break is two sided Draco."
"I haven't shagged him yet. I was just wondering how quickly you took advantage of our 'break'."
Ginny grasped his collar and pulled him towards her until they were nose to nose. "Look Draco, I never wanted this. You wanted this. If I say I love you it's because-surprise-I love you. So if you loved someone Draco, would you be bent on having sex with the next bloke that passed your fancy?"
His eyes flickered over her face and Ginny suddenly felt uncomfortable with their position. She felt it even more pronounced when his hands came to rest on her hips. Letting go of his collar quickly, she wasn't really all that surprised to find her own collar in his grasp.
"I never stopped having sex when I loved Harry."
His mouth descended onto hers as he tugged her forward and she was startled by how rough he was being. His lips roved over hers, attention spent on her bottom lip equally paid to her top lip as he suckled and kissed her. His hands rose to grasp her face as he leant forward to deepen the kiss. As his tongue swiped at hers gently through their parted lips and Ginny tried to pull him closer but he continued the soft touches of his tongue stubbornly while he used his teeth, and lips to nip at her own. Finally the attack lessened and he panted softly against her lips as his hands ran up and down her sides.
"Do you have to work on the project?"
Ginny couldn't help her grin at the slight whine in his tone before moving away. "I'd rather not to have to think about you with someone else while we're together."
She moved her legs over his to the floor and rose, his hands sliding off of her. With her back turned she touched her lips, her heart beating in her rapidly as her head pounded. Gods, no one's ever snogged her like that. He either took her criticism to heart or just saved the best for when he wanted something from her.
"What if I don't shag him?"
A smile curved her lips, well that was unexpected. She felt his hand run up from her knee to her hip before moving to her front. Ginny grabbed his hand and turned to look at him. Merlin he looked smashing. Sprawled on the chair with one leg over the arm, he looked up at her with a smirk as if he knew he won. She looked down at their laced fingers, his thumb running over her skin.
"Six o'clock."
Draco scowled and let go of her hand and Ginny had to struggle not to laugh at his bratty attitude. He crossed his arms and gave her a look that plainly said he wasn't pleased. Despite the spoilt exterior she couldn't help drink in his body.
"Make sure you shower after being with him," he said sourly. "I don't want to have to smell another bloke on you."
"Right. No cologne, no bite marks, no lack of underwear," she glared at his pleased grin. "Should I come with my virginity intact as well sir?"
Draco waved away her sarcasm. "'Course not, I know you're a slut." He laughed as her arm swung to slap him and he blocked the blow. "You're much too corrupted to be innocent."
Her breath caught in her throat even as she told herself he was talking about something entirely different. His eyes met hers steadily and Ginny realized she must have looked more shook up than she thought. She ignored him easily and began pulling her texts out of her bag.
"One thing I hate most Weasley, " he paused, "apart from half giants, scarred Gryffindors, mudbloods and hippogryffs-"
"-is not knowing something kept secret," he finished.
"When we're actually on a first name basis maybe we'll discuss it," she said shortly.
"It was a slip. So how about now Ginny."
"Another time. I need to study," she gave him a serious look. "Study, Malfoy. As in opening a book, sitting down and reading."
When he laughed it sent chills down her back, making her involuntarily shiver at the low sound. Draco stood and paused scant inches from her. He stared down at her before bowing his head. Ginny felt warm breath ghost over her cheeks.
A hand moved to her hip pulling her close as the other tilted her head. Teeth grazed her neck as a hot mouth moved from jaw to neck. Ginny gasped as hands roughly scooped her up and set her on the table.
"Draco-" Her voice was lost in a moan as a hand rubbed against her through her skirt. She gasped into his mouth as it opened over hers, hot breath warming her lips. Draco's mouth wetly slid across to her ear, biting as his hand continued its torturous movement.
"Gods…you bastard," she gasped, "we're in the library."
"No one around," he murmured, his tongue lapping carelessly at her neck.
As if to shut her up his mouth returned to hers. Swallowing her angry curse his tongue pushed into her mouth. Ginny shivered at the insistence of his kiss. Her hips slid against the table as he pulled her to the edge. Just as abruptly he ground his erection between her thighs. The friction warmed her belly in a small spread of arousal. Shakily she pulled from his mouth and stared up at him. He slowly rocked against her as their eyes met: slate grey on brown.
His hands slipped beneath her shirt, chilling her as her skin warmed them. Draco moved his palms up her sides, marvelling at the difference of texture a girl had to a boy. Used to hard muscle and dips and planes, he massaged the softer flesh of the girl before him. He shuddered as his cock rubbed against the cloth of his pants and into the heat he could feel emanating from Ginny.
It was easy to slide his palm up her thigh and beneath that skirt. Too easy to press his fingers against damp knickers and stroke gasps and choked moans from her. Draco buried his face into red hair as his thumb pushed beneath elastic to probe between slick folds. Ginny was clutching at his shoulders and pushing her hips up as if in offer.
"Not enough," she moaned.
Draco pushed her to lay flat against the table. He allowed his eyes to rove over her flushed skin and swollen lips. Stepping between her legs he pushed wool cloth to reveal smooth pale thighs. He pulled her knickers down and off each leg before tossing them to her and making her flush in embarrassment. One hand pressed against her stomach, his other was pushing two fingers into her. Ginny squirmed and she pressed her arm against her eyes as his thumb fumbled across slick flesh. Finding that spot, he rubbed slowly and watched mesmerised as her breath hitched and her fist clenched. Her stomach flared with each breath.
He found if he curled his fingers just so, her breath would become choked. And if he did it while circling her clit, her whole body would tremble. It was a quick thrust of his fingers and a particularly vigorous rub of his thumb did she arch off the table. Mouth open as his name came in a ragged breath, she was incredible.
Hard and frustrated, Draco pulled his fingers from her as Ginny's body shuddered the rest of her release. He lifted her from her position and tugged her towards him. Ginny panted into his neck, her mouth moving over his skin.
"Wait," she pushed at his chest, "wait a moment."
He stared at her in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
He winced as his voice cracked and Ginny smiled at his reaction. She slid off the table only to stumble against him as her knees buckled. The smug smirk that pulled across his lips earned him a glare but she relented. She switched their positions and Draco sat on the table at her insistence. With his legs braced against the floor he watched as she unbuckled his belt easily. Unzipped and released from its encasing, his cock stood out in relief from his trousers.
She chuckled softly as she stroked him. "You know, I heard it wasn't entirely normal for boys to be so trim."
Draco gave her a bewildered look. She thumbed the short coarse hair purposefully, making a slight blush tinge his cheeks.
"Maybe it's a gay thing," Draco said defensively.
Ginny smirked and continued moving her palm over his hot flesh. The red-faced Slytherin sent her a dangerous glare.
"Would you rather I was more-" He waved his hands in a way that Ginny could only guess meant to imply 'abundant'. "-down there!"
"I never said it was a bad thing," she snickered under her breath which in turn made Draco go redder.
"Well stop laughing about it! And…" Draco shook his head, "Gods, we have to stop this conversation before it gets worse."
Laughing, Ginny quickly fisted his cock at the base, pulling a choked moan from Draco. She looked up at him with a cheeky smile and was amused to see him looking down at her with darkly. Precum leaked from the head and she leant down to suck the swollen cock into her mouth. Draco's hand slid into her hair, urging her to move.
In retaliation she grazed her teeth lightly against the top of him. He was caught between pain and pleasure and she wasn't surprised to feel his hand loosen. Tonguing the slit of the head earned her a hiss as she pumped him leisurely. She hollowed her cheeks and pulled up to the tip slowly.
"So this is where you've been."
Ginny and Draco looked up at the same time though their reactions were quite different. Draco jerked away from her and stood quickly, fixing himself while Ginny couldn't help lean against the table in shock and embarrassment.
"Blaise," he murmured.
She took in the other boy critically as he gazed at her steadily. Apart from his dark good looks, Ginny didn't think he had much compared to her. She inwardly groaned. That was just pathetic…
"She's a Weasley," he said plainly.
Ginny glared at him and glanced at Draco who didn't seem to react, further fuelling her anger.
"Bloody right a Weasley," she gave him a dirty look, "better than a pompous prick."
He smirked at her and cast a glance towards Draco, his gaze sliding down his figure. "I do love how the poorest person in the wizarding world could still scrounge up pride when they can't for money."
"That's enough Blaise," Draco interjected as Ginny's face turned red with anger.
"So why exactly are you consorting with peasants, and a girl at that?" He glanced at Ginny again, his gaze travelling down her body, making her feel insignificant. "I doubt she offers more in bed than I can."
Draco groaned, "Blaise, what do you want?"
"Look here you inbred arse, you don't even know me, and seeing that Draco isn't entirely ga-"
"I was just helping her with Herbology," Draco interrupted
"Isn't gay?" Blaise cast a glance towards Draco who was scowling at the floor. "Has she turned you into a heterosexual then?" He gave Ginny a withering glare. "How grand it must be to be straight again."
The amusement in his tone was laced with venomous sarcasm and Ginny immediately felt contrite for saying such a thing for Draco. What did she know of how someone gay felt and thought? A quick glance at Draco made her chest tighten in some unknown emotion.
Draco stared at her expressionlessly. "She doesn't know what she's talking about." He turned to Blaise and shrugged in an offhand manner. "I thought it'd be interesting to explore sex. After all, what's the meaning of a good fuck if not just for casual sex?"
Ginny inhaled sharply and looked away from Blaise's piercing stare to meet Draco's. He didn't return her gaze. She could feel the resentment rising in her at the avoidance. Meaningless was she? Ginny straightened up and cast Blaise a hard smile.
"You heard him, casual sex. Why bother with love when it dissolves easily in reality," Ginny swallowed and balled her hands into fists as she smiled plastically at Blaise. "I did waste a good year on a bloke didn't I? Quite the foolish tart."
Ginny began packing her things steadily; ignoring Draco's soft murmur of her name, as if in apology. As she lifted her bag to her shoulder she looked up at him and sent him a disgusted look.
"You can help me later with Herbology Malfoy."
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Completed 05/17/05