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Title: Four Seasons (2/4)
Author: Rhea Summers
E-mail: rheasummers@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 (uncensored version), R (censored version)
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Summary:
Four Seasons is a tale chronicling the ups and downs in a lifelong romance. Set in 1998, 7th year Draco Malfoy and 6th year Ginny Weasley cross paths in the summer festival of Beltane in Hogsmeade. Years later, they meet again. This time, things get more complicated as they struggle to sort out tangled emotions.
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.
Author's Notes:
Four Seasons is dedicated to Xx (Jay) of Portkey.Org. Without his generosity and kindness, I'd never get a chance to enjoy J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and Order of the Phoenix so soon. In short, this story is written in tribute to those who unconditionally share their joy and passion for Harry Potter with other fans.
Anyone shocked by the 'open air' sex in the last chapter? ::laughs:: More goodies ahead this time. This story is never meant to be an adventure with lots of duelling and fighting. It is simply a romance. Like the previous instalment, the setting is another excuse for a delicious NC-17 story. The tone for this part will be significantly different. As events here are set five years after the incident, the characterisations may have changed. Due to these differences, there may not be a sense of continuity from the previous part to this part.
Theme for this part: bondage. It's smuttier than the last.
Beta-ing credits go to Sidney, Blaze and Jo. I still love Alli although she didn't beta this part. Poor girl's having her mid-terms. Hope everything goes well for her!
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A lone figure in black stood in the midst of towering trees.
Golden leaves floated around her serenely as the cool breeze shook the boughs of the weathered oak tree. Warm rays of light from the waning autumn sun had coloured the rows of apple trees and the carpet of fallen leaves a brilliant mixture of red, orange and yellow.
She was not here to enjoy a beautiful evening in August. A hurried glanced at her wristwatch showed the time as five minutes before six. Time seemed to trickle by when you wanted to kill it most, and reading today's newspapers did not help to alleviate her anxiety.
Glancing at a well-used copy of The Daily Prophet again, her heart sank lower as she caught sight of a photo featuring a handsome young man. He was shaking hands with the Minister of Magic, and his robes were immaculately pressed and brushed. "Malfoy Donates £100,000 to Orphanage!" the headlines screamed. *Everyone knows that git's Voldemort's biggest supporter since Malfoy Senior died. What a hypocrite,* Ginny thought bitterly as the familiar leaden sensation weighed down on her once again.
Staring at the black and white photograph, she scowled angrily. That infamous arrogant smirk was still there, so alike the one he flashed at her the last time they met. A rush of resentment and humiliation besieged her heart as Malfoy grinned back cheekily at her from the photo. For a moment, she could feel angry tears filling up rapidly behind her eyelids. Forcing herself to act professionally, she stuffed the newspaper into her robe. She had a mission to complete--a double agent's life would be jeopardized if she failed this time.
"One more hour," she muttered before another gust of wind whipped her flowing robes. "Sixty more minutes before I go into that stupid place."
It was by far, the most emotionally difficult mission she had ever been assigned to.
She swallowed uneasily and gathered her travelling cloak around her shivering body. At the edge of the orchard, a grand mansion stood guarded over acres of land surrounding it. Moving heavily in the direction of the mansion, she estimated that she would spend the remaining time making her way towards the sprawling manor. *Malfoy Mansion,* she thought angrily, her strides growing wider in response to her mounting temper.
Moving carefully along the covered path, she walked and walked, her light footsteps causing only the slightest sound of crunching dry leaves. She resisted the urge to Apparate for the fear of setting off the wards surrounding the property. Reaching into her robe pocket, her hand closed around a crumpled piece of parchment--her precious directions for locating her target.
As she moved closer to the building, the sky began to darken with the sun setting down the horizon. Whipping out her wand, she advanced towards the imposing walls carefully, her robes billowing out faintly in the dimming light. Her wand tapped on the wall cautiously, and a soft shimmer of light outlined the frame of an archway before the portion of the wall dissolved away.
"Thank Merlin that Mad-Eye Moody remembered to give me specific directions," she sighed as she walked through the charmed archway. Her eyes fell on the sight of a beautiful garden filled with evergreens and lush flowers. *How rich of Malfoy to do that,* she thought bitterly. In the distance, the shrill ringing of the dinner bell reached her ears. Ginny pushed away the growling sensations that were gathering in her stomach. *You have half an hour to get him out before they raid this place…* a small voice reminded her.
Clutching the parchment against her chest, she advanced towards the majestic mansion, her feet nimbly avoiding the traps and wards that were placed in every imaginable nook and cranny of the garden path. Slowly but surely, she walked carefully until she was pressed against a window. Peering through the windowpanes, she gasped at the sight of the towering wooden shelves that were filled with thousands and thousands of books.
*Must be Malfoy's study…* she thought. Checking the map again, her fingers made an invisible mark on the crumpled parchment. *Good.* The Order's contact was suppose to wait for her arrival in drawing room.
Removing a bag from her robe, she pointed her wand at it and muttered a charm. The bag levitated and floated towards the front porch of the manor. *One… Two… Three…* she counted silently.
Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted from the front of the manor, sending terrified screams and loud shouts from inside the mansion. Moments later, a nauseous smell floated past her, eliminating her desire to take a bite. *Oops, sorry to spoil your wonderful dinner. Take that, you lousy bunch of Death Eaters,* Ginny grinned mischievously as hurried footsteps thundered past the corridors within the house. Her diversion trick of setting off dungbombs had never failed her.
Using her fingers to pry open the windowpanes, Ginny was genuinely surprised that she was not hexed immediately. *Three cheers for the Malfoy complex which assumes that nobody has the ability to break in their beloved mansion,* she snickered as the well-oiled hinges gave way under her persistent tugging. Climbing through the windowsill, she eased herself into the richly furnished study. Feeling the blast of warm air hitting her face, Ginny marvelled at the gilded ornaments that adorned the room. Brass chandeliers with flickering candles hung suspended from the ceiling, casting a warm glow across the room.
*Warm?* Ginny snorted derisively. That certainly did not fit into your daily vocabulary to describe Malfoy. Stalking across the room, she pressed a side of her face onto the wooden panels of the door. Faraway screams and loud complaining reached her ears. Satisfied with her diversion, she tapped her wand on the doorknob to check for any hexes.
*Agent Ocag must be really good at spying…He could even deactivate hexes planted by Malfoy. He reminds me of Snape,* she thought as the doorknob glowed hot-white for a second before returning to its original bronze colour. Turning the knob around, she cast a furtive glance into the dark hallway outside.
*I have Fred and George to thank for the dungbombs.*
Carefully, she closed the door behind her and crept into the long corridor. Several portraits featuring various Malfoy ancestors decorated the gloomy walls, each attempting to outdo the others by casting arrogant smirks. Ginny tried to ignore the pathetic attention-seeking measures by those portraits as her eyes narrowed in a squint.
*Where is the drawing room? I'm suppose to meet him there,* Ginny started to panic. The angry commotion had died down to a mere buzz in the distance. With slow and steady steps, Ginny walked along the corridor, trying to discern the directions on the map crudely drawn on her crumpled piece of parchment.
Steadily, she took a few tentative steps towards the dimly lit end of the corridor. A mixture of mouth-watering aromas floated past her nostrils as she found her legs taking her in the direction of the smells. After that, the map did show mark the drawing room next to the dining room, right?
Swallowing, she tried to regain control of her mind. Soon, a long table filled with numerous types of delicacies met her eyes as her feet carried her along the passageway. Bowls of fresh strawberries coated with chocolate dotted the various pies and scones that decorated the length of the tablecloth.
Then, she caught sight of the double doors directly opposite her. *There it is,* Ginny thought as she alternated looks between her map and the doors. Sneaking a glance at the archway leading to dining room, she made sure that nobody was coming in before making her way cautiously across the dining hall. As she edged around the table, her fingers flicked out to pick a strawberry out from a silver bowl. Biting into the strawberry and letting the wonderful mixture of strawberry juice and chocolate mix on her tongue, Ginny felt her stomach unclench comfortably.
Relishing the taste, Ginny lurched forward to twist the doorknob, but it refused to budge. Instead, it began clicking annoyingly. "Damn!" the redhead muttered. Grinding her teeth, she extracted a penknife from her robes before jamming it into the lock. As the doorknob responded with a click, Ginny reached to open the door.
Suddenly, an icy cold hand clamped shut over her mouth.
Her eyes widened in shock. Her pulse began racing. She could feel the fine hairs behind her neck prickling. Her stomach clenched painfully against her lithe body. Her free hand reached for her wand blindly, but another icy cold hand caught her wrist skilfully.
Had she been caught? Dear Merlin knew what a group of Death Eaters would do to an Auror!
Slowly, her captor turned her around to face him.
"Draco Malfoy!" Ginny gasped. A pair of steel grey eyes gazed at her face coolly. Locks of white blonde hair fell over his forehead as his lips twisted in an arrogant smile. He had not grown much since she last saw him up close in Hogsmeade--he was only about a foot taller than her petite frame this time. Retaining his aristocratic air, Draco Malfoy had added maturity to his demeanour and grace, making his presence a lethal combination to her senses.
"Pleased to see me, Ginny?" he teased, his voice low and predatory. Bringing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, "Long time no see." Slowly, he leaned down to nibble on her earlobe gently.
"Malfoy! Let go of me!" Ginny tried to scream, but only choking sounds came out from her throat. Her body was already paralysed with fear
"We haven't seen each other for such a long time. We should catch up with each other," he breathed out as he trailed butterfly kisses along her jaw and flicked his tongue against a corner of her mouth. "Hm… Chocolate. You have been a naughty girl for stealing food."
"Don't touch me, Malfoy…" Ginny rasped out and struggled weakly against his iron-like grip on her wrists. Pushing her up against the door behind her, he pressed his body closer to hers. Fury and humiliation gnawed at her conscious as she stared into those cool grey eyes that were only inches away from her face. Years of anger and tears poured into her heart. She had not told a single soul of what had happened between her and Draco during Beltane five years ago, and it still hurt her to recall Malfoy's hurtful remarks after… after that.
Ginny forced herself to breath calmly.
"I like you when you get angry. You are still as attractive as ever," Draco smirked. Moving his face closer, he sealed his mouth over hers, savouring every single inch of her luscious lips. It was every bit as intoxicating and deep as she remembered, and it was so easy to drown in his kisses.
Before Ginny could respond, a rough male voice rang out, "Master Malfoy, am I disturbing your leisure activity?" Loud guffaws filled the room as Draco broke the kiss and took a step away from her, his eyes not leaving her face.
"My, my, she's a beauty," another male voice chimed in. Another round of vulgar laughter sounded, and Ginny felt blood rushing up to her cheeks as she saw a dozen men looking at her appreciatively.
"Sod off, Malfoy," she snarled and tried to wring her wrists free from his grip.
"Master Malfoy, her mouth can use some cleaning up," another voice suggested lewdly. "Perhaps you can train her to be your obedient dog. I'd appreciate a turn with her after you."
At the moment, stabbing sensations of pain and shame besieged her heart. How could she be so careless? She wished she had never agreed to come on this task. Where was Agent Ocag? Where were her teammates when she needed them the most?
"I know what to do with her," Draco answered coolly and stared at the man. The rest immediately stopped laughing as the young man glared at them coldly. Ginny held her breath. The atmosphere was as tense as a highly-strung wire. The group of men stared back at Draco too, their looks turning hostile.
*Please… Please Merlin… Please help me!* she prayed fervently, her heart thumping wildly.
Suddenly, the lights around them dimmed. Loud cracks filled with air as wizards began popping into the dining room. Streaks of colourful light flashed across the room as hexes and spells were hurled against the new intruders.
"Alastor!" Ginny shouted as the old ex-Auror appeared at the other end of the room. They had arrived early! A burst of new-found strength flowed into her veins. Twisting her wrist away from Draco's grip, she spun around. Raising the penknife high up in the air, she plunged it down on Draco's thigh.
Hard.
"Take that, Malfoy. Your strawberries aren't good to eat anyway," Ginny mocked him when the blade of the knife sliced effortlessly into his flesh. A dark stain spread around the wound rapidly as Draco shouted in pain. Staggering on one foot, he lunged forward to secure his arm around Ginny's waist.
Just as Ginny was about to turn around to hex him, the chaotic situation seemed to blur before her eyes. Closing her eyes in reflex, Ginny tried to clear away the visual disruption. When she fluttered her eyelids open again, she found herself standing in a corner of a rundown shack. The faint evening light streamed in from a half-boarded window at the opposite side of the space. Worn-out broomsticks and coils of rope hung desolately from the iron hooks driven into the wooden walls. Piles of hay were scattered across the dusty floor panels, and a rundown fireplace completed the décor.
She felt a squeezing sensation on her side. Gasping, she realised that Malfoy's arm was still secured tightly around her waist, but the lower half of his body were slumped beside her. A small pool of crimson liquid collected at her feet as the blood gushed down his thigh from the hilt of the penknife.
"Where have you taken me, Malfoy?" Ginny demanded angrily, her eyes darting around anxiously.
Draco only flashed her a small smile. "It's my apple shed, Ginny. Does this look like a paradise for shagging?" he teased softly, his eyebrows knitted with intense concentration as he struggled to keep himself from crying out in pain.
Ginny blushed deeply at his words and pried his arm away from her waist before dumping it unceremoniously on the ground. Groaning softly, Draco pushed himself up against the wall. The redhead glared angrily at him while he grimaced, touching the handle of the blade gingerly.
"Weasley, take off your scarf," he growled impatiently, his hands holding the sides of his injured thigh.
"Why should I?" Ginny shot back furiously. "I'll leave you to bleed to death here. Tomorrow, the headlines of The Daily Prophet will be 'Last Malfoy Dies Pitifully in Abandoned Apple Shed'."
"Now, Ginny, you don't want to leave me dead here," Draco whispered dangerously, his voice low with steely determination. "Believe me, you really don't want that to happen. Give me your scarf now." He stared into her liquid brown eyes, and Ginny could feel the barriers between them crumbling into pieces. For a moment, she thought she had seen remorse flash past his eyes in the dimming autumn light. When she looked again, they were replaced by his infamous icy cold expression once again.
"I'll have you arrested the moment dawn breaks," Ginny muttered and unwound the black scarf from her neck. Not breaking eye contact with him, Ginny sat down to tie the fabric around the upper part of his thigh to form a makeshift tourniquet.
"I need you to pull the knife out at the count of three, understand?"
Ginny nodded and gritted her teeth. Securing her hands around the small handle, she waited for Draco to start counting.
"One…" his voice drifted to her ears. The harmonious assortment of musical instruments playing a popular folk tune flared in her mind, along with the sensation of his body pressed close her hers as they danced the night away, five long years ago.
"Two…" he spoke steadily, his steady voice not betraying even the tiniest sliver of fear and apprehension. She remembered how they moved together as one, fitting perfectly with each other's body under the brightest of stars and the fullest of moons, five long years ago.
"Three!" he whispered finally, his voice lowering to a mere whisper.
Closing her eyes, Ginny held her breath and pulled the blade out with one fluid motion. Warm blood sprayed in all directions as she held the penknife in mid-air. Throwing the penknife aside and drawing out her wand, she removed Draco's shirt with a flick of her wrist. With another flick, the bloodstained leg of his trousers tore away also, revealing his crimson-streaked pale skin. Tearing the shirt into long strips, she wrapped the white cloth around the gaping wound, and applied pressure onto the wound, hoping to stop the blood from gushing out.
Out of a corner of her eye, she saw Malfoy lean against the wooden wall, his eyes carrying a dazed look in them. Dazed and Malfoy did not belong together in the same sentence. *Perhaps he has lost too much blood,* she thought as she removed her hands and finished bandaging his wound.
When she tied the final knot securely, she suddenly found Draco's slim fingers clasping the back of her hand weakly. There was hardly any light now, but Ginny could see the tired and blank expression on his face. Her throat felt dry as she looked at his deep grey eyes that were framed by thick dark lashes.
She swallowed uneasily. *Stop it, Ginny! He used you!* a loud voice shouted warningly in her mind. Yet just like that fateful night five years ago, the cold beauty he possessed mesmerized her, forbidding her to avert her gaze towards elsewhere.
"Why did you leave me that night?" she asked softly, her heart desperate to hear his explanation, if there even was one. Perhaps he was forced to leave? Ginny had clung to that splinter of hope during her darkest moments of struggling with her remorse and anger for letting him use her.
He lifted his eyes to look at her. Seconds ticked by, yet he made no effort to acknowledge her question.
Still, Ginny waited.
Finally, he shook his head slowly. "I can't tell you, except that you won't get to sleep with me for the second time."
Bleakness--it was the only word to describe her turmoil as the smallest fragment of hope disintegrated into nothingness.
"You can't tell me," she repeated after him, her voice trembling with fury. "You can't tell me the reason you left me after making love to me that night. It has been five years, and you still can't tell me!" Frustrated tears were threatening to spill from her amber brown eyes. Raising her arm, she brought her hand down on Draco's cheek with a resounding crack.
Draco flinched slightly. Five angry red marks appeared immediately on his porcelain-white skin.
Still, he did not retaliate.
"I hate you!" she shouted as tears rolled down her cheeks, her voice cracking with years of suppressed emotions. "Draco Malfoy, don't you dare to think you'll walk away here unscathed!"
Her blood boiled when Draco remained calm and composed. *He doesn't care about me,* she whispered inwardly, her heart clenching painfully at this new revelation.
Whipping out her wand, she pointed the narrow strip of wood at the abandoned fireplace. "Incendio!" she muttered. A ray of light shot out from the end of her wand to set the dusty pile of wood ablaze with dancing flames. Orange light filled the small space, casting eerie shadows upon her figure.
"Lacera Subucula!" she shouted. Loud ripping sounds filled the air as huge tears began to appear on Draco's shirt and pants. "Accio! Accio! Accio!" she muttered in rapid succession, her eyes glinting dangerously at the shreds of fabric that came flying in her direction.
Finally, there was not a thread left on Draco except for his boxers. Throwing the shreds aside, Ginny breathed in deeply at the sight of his well-toned chest and arms. This time, she was dealing with a more mature and grown-up Draco Malfoy.
Casting off her own robes, she walked towards him and bent down to whisper in his ear, "Draco Malfoy, I'm going to make you suffer tonight." To emphasize her point, she rubbed his side with her chest ever so slightly, but enough to make Draco grit his teeth to resist from moaning aloud.
Slowly, she pushed her trousers down and slid a leg across his bare stomach. Meanwhile, a hand reached down to finger the waistband of his emerald green boxers while she used her wand tip to draw lazy circles on his chest. Keeping an eye on his facial expression, Ginny laughed in satisfaction when Draco closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath to clear his senses.
"I can feel that you're desperate for me…" she whispered huskily, her hands probing deeper into his boxers. Draco stifled a groan when her hand found the centre of his desire and lust for her. Moving her hand in slow circles, she toyed with him, teasing him, challenging him.
"Ginny! Wait! I'm…" he started to shout when she pointed her wand at his boxers. She smiled seductively at him.
"Too late," she mouthed silently.
Ginny snatched up a handful of his shredded shirt and stuffed the rags into his mouth. "If you don't want me to tie you up, you better not move at all. Accio!" she whispered, and the silky green garment ripped away to reveal his semi-hardened length.
"I see Malfoy Junior is very excited," Ginny said, her hot breath tickling his face and teasing strands of his silky blond hair. Reaching out, she dragged her index finger tantalisingly from the base to the tip, feeling every nub and ridge, his eyes following every slightest shift of her hands. When she reached the top, she circled the tip mischievously, and Draco responded with a muffled moan.
Braver after seeing Draco's reaction, she closed her fist around his pulsating sex and supported herself with the other hand on his torso, leaving the head of his erection peeping from above her grip.
"I'd love to hear you beg me," she whispered tantalisingly. Draco's piercing grey eyes stared back at her mockingly, as if taunting her ability to seduce him. Shaking his head, he managed to snort.
"Oh? Don't believe me? Let's see…" she continued. Sidling over his body, she sat on top of his stomach, her back facing him. Bending down, she flicked her tongue against the swollen tip, tasting the clear drop of liquid that had gathered there. Closing her lips around the tip, she sucked on it harshly, her sharp teeth grazing the delicate skin. Beneath her thighs, she felt a shiver coursing through Draco's body.
Ginny smiled in satisfaction as he began to grow even harder when she moved her tongue around him sensually. She loved the way he drew in the capricious amounts of musty air every time her tongue made contact with him.
It made her feel… powerful, and to feel that type of power over Draco Malfoy was… exhilarating.
Her eyes glinted with amusement as she stole a glance up at him. His cheeks were coloured pink when he groaned and bucked desperately against her ministrations, his eyes blazing with lust and desire.
Ginny swallowed a surprised gasp when she felt a pair of hands find their way beneath her sweater. Roughly, those hands pushed the garment up, exposing her milky white skin to the orange light. His touch was as exquisite as ever; his fingertips were cool while his palms were smooth from the lack of menial labour. Tracing every curve of her body, his hands eventually found their way to the generous swell of her chest. Slipping a few fingers under her bra, he brushed the sensitive skin provocatively.
Suddenly releasing her lips from his sex, she slid off his body. Draco let out a loud guttural sound resembling a disappointed groan. Ginny, however, had other plans in mind, and raised her hand again. A resounding crack filled the air as Ginny slapped her old enemy for the second time that night. Blood rushed up his cheeks immediately after Ginny's fingers left his face. For the first time in his adult life, involuntary tears stung Draco Malfoy's eyes.
"Malfoy, I told you not to move," she growled dangerously. Whipping a cord of hemp rope from a hook above him and turning to get her wand, she pressed his wrists together and muttered a spell to tie them with a secure knot. Draco let out a muffled protest and struggled against the bond. Placing her wand beside his head, she smiled sweetly at him. "It's a binding charm. The more you try to loosen it, the harder the rope will cut into your wrists." Hearing Ginny's words, Draco stopped struggling immediately.
"Let's continue, shall we?"
Gazing in his deep grey eyes, Ginny saw her figure being reflected in them. Drawing the discarded penknife, she pressed the blade along his arm; not hard enough draw blood, but sufficient to slice small reddened cuts along his fine skin. Draco closed his eyes in pain, and he kept moaning throatily through the gag.
Smiling sadistically, Ginny swung her free hand onto his other cheek, jolting his eyelids open with the impact. "Keep your eyes open!" she demanded. Draco's eyebrows furrowed as she kissed the reddened cheek chastely. "You love this, don't you?"
Sitting up on Draco's torso, Ginny pulled her sweater over her head. Throwing it aside, she unbuttoned her shirt swiftly, exposing her creamy white skin under the hungry scrutiny of his eyes. Draco lifted his wrist to maul at her bra, but Ginny pushed his hands away roughly. "Naughty boy. Don't touch me until I say so," she whispered huskily, sending another round of excited trembling through his body.
Ginny returned to sit on his waist, dressed only in her bra and knickers. She smiled in self-satisfaction as Draco let out an animalistic growl, her crotch leaving a pleasant dampness on his torso. Grinding her hip sensually against his smooth bare skin, she leaned down to nip gently on his shoulder. Slowly, she blew kisses along his collarbone before shifting her attention to his neck. Licking softly at his neck brought another round of uncontrollable writhing from the handsome young man.
Removing the rag from his mouth, Ginny captured Draco's lips in a searing kiss. The red-hot sensation of passion and lust flowing freely between a witch and her wizard was enough to let them forget all old grudges and pain. Desperation gripped them both as they mauled each other furiously with lips and tongues, her fingers gripping locks of his silver blond hair. The subtle scent of his apple aftershave mixed strangely with the sharp tang of blood, creating heady sensations of intoxication in the redhead.
Gradually, Ginny pulled back her head to break the kiss. Slipping out of her knickers, she sat on Draco's torso, his stiff manhood pressing against her lower back. Draco's steel grey eyes stared back at her as she knelt over him, one leg on each side, as she lifted her body to hover over his.
Adjusting her position slightly, she poised her slick entrance at the tip of his erection and smiled impishly. "Do you want me or not?" she asked evenly, and brushed her nether lips against him. Draco shuddered against his will. Ginny could see that he was at the edge of his self-control. Sliding lower until he was poking at her entrance, she let him feel the close proximity between him and her.
Gritting his teeth and swallowing his pride, Draco nodded.
Smiling, Ginny sank another inch until the head of his manhood was inside her. Five years… It had been five years since she had last touched a man. Draco moaned aloud as her warm wetness enveloped him. His silver-blond hair was matted with sweat as he fought to restrain himself from losing control.
"Say, 'please'," Ginny taunted joyfully at his distress, clamping her inner muscles tightly around him to test his shaky patience. Draco tried to buck up to penetrate her deeper, but Ginny's hands and legs pinned him down steadily.
Draco took a deep breath and stared back defiantly.
Ginny's knees were starting to ache, but she could see Draco's self-control was slowing breaking down. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to breathe evenly.
Finally, he gave in. "Pl… Please," he growled in a frustrated tone, his dilated pupils and shaking voice betraying his usual suave demeanour.
"That's better," Ginny replied smugly and let her body sink onto the hilt of his erection, accommodating his long-waited presence in her. Clenching her walls around him, she relished the sensation of his throbbing length within her. "But I can't hear you," she added slyly.
"Please!" Draco said louder this time, his eyes wide open in unhidden desperation. "Ginny, this is very sadistic and painful! Let's get over with it!" he half-shouted at her as she began toying with the silver blonde curls on his groin.
"Louder? My hearing isn't so… acute," she said after a pregnant pause.
"Please!" he bellowed and trashed wildly, his hips bucking upwards. Before Ginny could react, Draco's bonds loosened and his hands were ripping her bra away from her chest. Grabbing her by the waist, Draco rolled over and held her still under his weight.
"Draco Malfoy, let go of me!" she shrieked helplessly he began to thrust in and out of her frantically, sending violent shockwaves of utmost pleasure across her entire being. "This is rape!" she added lamely, her fingernails digging angry red crescents into his pale skin.
"Rape? I'd say I'm the victim," he growled impatiently, his words punctured by ragged breathing. At this point, Ginny was already lost among the swirling nebulas of dizzying sensuality. A small cry came forth from her throat every time he crashed into her, joining them both in a world that only the two of them existed. Incoherent sounds coming from Draco added to the surreal experience she was going through.
As suddenly as the tables were turned, Ginny felt her climax approach. With strangled shouts, they reached their release together, his essence spilling into her existence, filling a once-bleak void in her soul. Indescribable torrents of bliss surged through their veins, pushing them to the highest peak of fulfilment. So like their first encounter, they shook and shuddered in each other's embrace, finally finding a mutual outlet for all the years of unrequited hope and tenderness.
In the quiet night, two very different individuals slipped into deep slumber, wrapped around one another, unconcerned about what the future might hold for them.
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The first rays of dawn filtered through the dust-covered windowpanes.
The cheerful chirping of birds woke her up, her limbs were splayed across another warm body and a male arm was wrapped possessively around her waist. She fluttered her eyelids open and found a pair of sensual grey eyes staring into her honey brown ones.
"How did you get rid of the Binding Charm?" Ginny asked. Even this early in the morning, her curiosity was already gnawing at her.
"Well, you were stupid enough to leave your wand near my hand. All of us are able to do some wandless magic, you know," he answered smugly, his voice carrying traces of the arrogant teenager that Ginny once knew.
"And you didn't leave?" she whispered softly. Deep down inside, her anger and fury seemed to have dissipated altogether. Perhaps he did have good reasons for being such a git to her.
He cocked his head and flashed a small smile. "My clothes aren't exactly wearable anymore, thanks to you," he drawled sarcastically, his fingers raking through locks of her fiery red hair. Ginny smiled back, but a clench in her heart reminded her that she was talking to Draco Malfoy, purported Death Eater leader after his father's unfortunate demise in his seventh year.
"I got my revenge on you last night. We're even now," Ginny sighed. Draco did not attempt to answer her. His fingers continue to stroke her hair gently. Resting her head back in the crook of his neck, Ginny nuzzled closer to him. *Let the day sort itself out,* Ginny thought wearily. Death Eater or not, he was a fantastic lover.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang, causing her head to jerk up from its comfortable spot on Draco's chest. Bright light streamed into the space, and Ginny was forced to shield her eyes with her hand.
"Ginny! What are you doing?!" a shocked male voice exclaimed.
Ginny's eyes widened in horror as she stared fixedly at the lone figure framed by the crisp morning sun.
"Harry?!" she screamed disbelievingly. "How did you find me?"
"So, while we were busy exchanging hexes and you were busy exchanging bodily fluids with someone else," Harry started bitterly and slammed the door shut behind him.
"And a Malfoy to boot," he added resentfully, glaring at the other man lying comfortably on the bed of straw. "For your information, we had to bring in an Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to look for traces of Apparition."
"Yes, and as if you don't shag Hermione at every given opportunity," Ginny shot back and pulled her robe over her chest to cover herself. Harry clenched his jaw and looked away angrily.
"What are you looking at, Potter?" Draco drawled lazily, not bothering to reach for his clothes to cover up, his tone seething with barbs to test Harry's temper. "Finally realised that you're puny compared to me?"
"Shut it, Malfoy. Put on some clothes before I send you back to Malfoy Mansion. You won't want to appear stark naked in front of Alastor Moody," Harry snapped irritably and folded his arms. "You too, Ginny. Now's not the time to shag each other senseless. You surprise me with your taste in men."
"Am afraid that a certain wild vixen has mauled my clothes into tatters," Draco smirked impishly and gave Ginny a teasing look. "Technically, I'm the victim here. I was injured and ra…"
"Shouldn't we send a team here to haul him to Azkaban?" Ginny cut in loudly. Pulling her sweater over her head, she scowled crossly at Draco. "Don't listen to him, Harry. He Apparated here with me in the tow and tried to rape me."
"He did?" Harry asked incredulously, his brilliant green eyes staring at Draco's bruising cheek. Seeing Harry's reaction, the blond ex-Slytherin flashed a triumphant smirk at Ginny. "Now, Ginny, I know you hate Malfoy… I despised him too," he began in a tired voice and cleared his throat. "But he's Agent Ocag and I don't think he would rape you, no matter how despicable he is. Besides, his clothes…" Harry shot an uncomfortable look at the rags lying scattered around Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy's the agent?" Ginny screamed and flew forward, her fingers closing around Harry's neck. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I tried. You wouldn't let me finish," Draco chimed in from the side. Ginny froze in her tracks and relaxed her hold on the choking man.
"Since when?"
"Well, before you tore off my boxers, that is," he flashed a mischievous grin and raked his eyes appreciatively over every single curve on her body. "Besides, ever wonder why I stopped you in the dining room?"
Ginny gave a shiver and pulled her robes closer around her. "Why would you become an agent? Don't you support Voldemort?"
"Because I'm not stupid?" he answered back with a question. "Weasley, you can be so dense at times."
Harry cleared his throat loudly. "Ginny, I'll bring you back to the headquarters now. Malfoy, you stay here. I'll be back shortly with some clothes," he directed them. Ginny got up and glared at Draco.
"We're even now, Malfoy," Ginny repeated for the second time that morning, her lips curved in a triumphant smile, tossing back her fiery tresses as she spoke. With a loud 'crack', both she and Harry Disapparated, leaving Draco alone in the abandoned apple shed.
For the second time in her life, Ginny Weasley missed his reply to her parting words. If she had looked back, she would have seen him smirk back at her, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Oh yes, we're even."
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Extra A/N:
1. Still did not explain Draco's longing look in the first instalment. I promise the answer will be in the next part.
2. This part is probably not as sensual as the first instalment, but heck, I'm writing four different tones and themes for this mini-series. I still can't make myself use the conventional terms for male/female sex organs in this series. ::cough::
3. Theme for next part: Voyeurism. There's a clue in this instalment on which couple Draco and Ginny are going to watch. The clue should be easy to spot, in my opinion.
4. For the latest news and titbits on Four Seasons and Nox Noctis, feel free to visit my Livejournal --[http://www.livejournal.com/users/rheasummers]
Replies to reviews:
::boggles:: Never thought the first part of Four Seasons would get so many reviews. I got close to 40 reviews on PortKey.Org alone. Ah, for readers over at PortKey, please leave a name when you write your review so that I can reply.
714: Thanks for reading! Never thought you would actually check this story out just because I mentioned it on the PK chat. =)
Adrienne: Thanks for finding time to review this story! =) I still can't get myself to write all those f*** and c*** words. They destroy the beauty of the character and the tone I'm trying to set. I'm an ol' romantic at heart too! Watch out for part 4 if you like romance.
Alastriona: Wow! You managed to find the story here! I thought I was being subtle when I mentioned Portkey.Org in my A/N. Anyhow, thanks for reading!
Athena/Jaelyss: wOOt! One of my fandom friends actually read this thing! Anyhow, thanks for reading and keep your eyes glued on my LJ for further updates on this story.
Caelidre: I'm not a big fan of Fluffy!Draco. I'm a bigger fan of Snarky!Draco. This is a romance, however, and I'll have to add in small amounts of fluff. Hope you like the new instalment! Ginny got her revenge!
Casey: Poor Draco. He needs your sympathy in the second part. He got stabbed, slapped, tied up and teased. Poor boy.
Cassie: Thanks!
Christabell: It's my interpretation of Draco-misunderstood and mysterious. Well, Draco isn't such a jerk in part 2 and Ginny got her revenge, right?
dracoginnyr1: Yes, Beltane is a Wiccan festival. As I've noted in my A/N, I'm only taking the setting, and Beltane is a popular festival in Scotland. Four Seasons is never meant to be interpreted as a religion-themed piece.
DracoNGin527: The answer's coming up in the next part, hopefully. Yeah, poor Ginny. It broke my heart to write that scene.
Dreamer: I'll try to update as fast as I can. Too bad my Muse doesn't cooperate all the time.
Erin: Thanks for your encouragement!
fachea: Thank you for your wonderful review! It makes me melt into a puddle. I want readers to feel the frenzied and dreamy touch to the story in the first part. It's Draco and Ginny's first encounter. Of course it has to be more romantic. ;p The second part, however, takes on a more gory turn with penknives.
gabrielle: Sorry, I don't really understand your review. ^^;
gypsybaby21: I'm a slow writer. I can't help it. Anyway, I'll try to update as soon as possible.
J: wOOt! You wrote the longest review so far! Thanks! Well, there isn't a very elaborate plot to speak of, since it is suppose to be my 'payment' for a copy of OotP. I don't know if there is a striking continuity in the story because I intend to write four different themes for the mini-series. In the second part, I wrote Backboned!Ginny and Snarky!Draco to a bondage theme. Hope you aren't disappointed by the change. Also, I lied. Draco's motivation will be explained in part three, not part two.
Jo: Bleh. Luckily nobody commented on the title. Thanks for the heads up, girl! I have no experience in writing smut. I walked over hot coals to write this mini-series. Ah, the power of OotP.
kris: There are going to be four different themes for this mini-series. As for the druid theme you are referring to, there are quite a few D/G fics with Beltane as their setting.
kristengirl8: Thank you!
Lightwolf: Lots more are coming up! I suspect the next part will be very difficult to write, since I'm tackling two couples at one go. ::sigh::
Lyn Black: I'll try to update with the next instalment soon.
Magi: Hope you like the new instalment!
mmn673: Er, you gave me an 8 because I didn't update sooner? ^^; Sorry to say this, but I'm a slow writer.
myStiCaLYia: ::blush:: Thank you for your compliment.
Nappa: How do you like the new instalment? It's a tad different from the previous part. Strange you like the last part best. Many people hated the ending. ;p
Neni Potter: Ginny got her revenge. Do you like how she executed her revenge on Draco?
red_phoenix70: Hope you like the second part! I'm currently working on part three and hopefully, I'll be able to post it by the end of July.
Resse Darling: Thank you for your compliments! Hope you like the new instalment.
Verena: Thank you! So far, I haven't seen any writer trying to commit suicide by stuffing four different themes and tones into one story. I guess I'm just being dumb. ^^;
Yoda: Thank you!