Crimson Paintings by theforest_xFIRE

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 23/12/2005
Last Updated: 23/12/2005
Status: In Progress

Draco Malfoy wants nothing more than to create a painting of Ginny Weasley-in his own way of
course-and to satiate his destructive passion for her.




1. Chocolate Coated Strawberries
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**Crimson Paintings**

**Summary:** Draco Malfoy wants nothing more than to paint a painting of Ginny Weasley-in his
own way of course-and to satiate his destructive passion for her.

**Author's Note:** I got this idea from Doctor! Doctor! By the Blood Brothers. Please
note that I have no intention of having any people gets *ideas* from this story. And if
you're disturbed by sick images, please don't read this. Thank you.

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He can't stop thinking of her long fingers *ripping his skin*, can't stop hearing
her gentle voice *screech in anguish until she can't speak*, can't stop tasting the
liquid that keeps her in existence.

Every time he passes her, he wants to tear the lips from her face and watch the blood travel so
sensually down her bare chest. Painting designs, he wants to watch it and paint a portrait, a
portrait of her dizzying body and the design of sex on her skin. And when she screams from her
lipless mouth, he wants to kiss her and taste the blood that he knows will trail into his own mouth
until its painted bloody crimson. It will taste like dizzying chocolate coated strawberries, and he
knows he will drown in them until all he can is *more.* He wants more of the liquid that
sustains her, that keeps her in this world. He wants more of the chocolate coated strawberries
until there's no more left to take.

She looks at him with those murderously innocent eyes, eyes that fool everyone, except for him.
They're cinnamon buns that he wants to tear into pieces, until there's nothing left but
crumbs. He wants to make her intelligence disappear and make her into a living china doll that
lives to serve *him* and only *him.* He hates how they shine, hates how they're
enough to make him want to beg her to hurt him, to hurt him so much that he'll love her more.
Sometimes, he wants to make it so that he's the only one that she can gaze at and seduce with
those eyes alone.

He doesn't know how she does it.

Every night, they meet in different crevices and turn the walls crimson with their passion,
their madding love that would make Voldemort himself squirm. It's almost as if they are
addicted to each other; they can't stop drinking from each other, drinking their lives away
until there's only them left. It isn't rape; it's their infatuation with each other
that leads them to make their love in such a way that no one in the world would be able to reach
their level of ardor. He doesn't consider her beautiful, because she plainly isn't. But
there's something about those *hips* and that *neck* that makes him want to fuck her
until she feels that ache between her legs for eternity.

He wants to shred her clothes to bits *while she's wearing them* with a knife and drink
the rivulets of blood that will make her so *wet* that he can smell the musky scent from where
he's kissing her. And she'll leave crescent shaped wounds on his back that he will never
want to heal and long lines all over him from her scratching. He'll rip her to pieces with his
every movement inside her, enough that she'll thrash as if she's feeling the Cruciatus
curse from *inside her.* Finally, he knows that when they end their wild *love* making,
they will be drenched in each other's blood so that in the end, their worlds will be painted
the luscious red of each other.

And he knows that only then, he will be satisfied.

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