Hmm… should I make a companion to this? Meh, I dunno lol
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"So…" Ginny started, tucking a foot beneath her on the large, leather couch where she and Draco sat.
"So…?"
Ginny took a deep breath before continuing her thought. "So… when are we going to tell everyone - my parents, for example - about this? About us?"
Ginny knew she was pushing Draco, but after three glasses of red wine, she didn't care anymore. She and Draco had gone from random meetings when they found out the other was quite good in bed about two years ago, to now, when they were both graduated from Hogwarts, into an actual relationship. Ginny, surprisingly, found herself falling in love with the stubborn pureblood. Ginny had hoped that tonight, when Draco had invited her to a fancy dinner, that they would be able to discuss this. All throughout the meal, however, she found that she couldn't bring it up. After dinner, they had both gone back to Draco's penthouse of a flat for wine.
Draco seemed taken aback, but almost rehearsed so. "Oh yes," he said in mock, drunken enthusiasm. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he didn't care either. "I'll just waltz up, or possibly tango, because after all, it does take two, and that does seem slightly appropriate, eh Gin?" Draco winked at Ginny as she scowled. He would never let her forget that the first time wasn't entirely his fault. "… To your little family, wait… your abnormally over-sized family, and announce, probably in a toast, because after all, I am a Malfoy, and we like to do things in a slightly formal manner, unlike less unfortunate families who can't afford formality, that I, Draco Malfoy, (Draco raised his wine glass in a mock toast) seeing that I've fucked her numerous times, and in numerous places, and in numerous ways, am some-what involved with Ginny, a member of your family. Oh yes, it's true, she came back to me after every time because I was the only one in Hogwarts who could make her scream like she does when she comes for me." Ginny's mouth fell open. Never before had someone spoken to her like this, so degradingly. Granted, that was untrue seeing as Draco was a former enemy, but never before with actual meaning and passion. Ginny's arm was halfway poised to throw the contents of her glass in his face.
"Oh, and by the way," Draco continued. "Amidst the numerous fucking and what not, I fell in love with her. Not because I realized, as I had thought before hand, that she is a good fuck, although that does make falling in love slightly more pleasant," Draco paused to smirk at Ginny, who was still fuming. "But because I can't live without her. The day isn't worth waking up to if I'm not going to spend it with her. No place is worth going to if I won't be going there with her. I don't want to be anywhere she isn't, and that's how I would define love… Now, if your brothers haven't jumped on me for being… inappropriate for such a 'family picnic' as you are inclined to have, then I'd add, oh one more thing, I would be very grateful if you would please accept me, a Malfoy - you know, the family that's hated you for generations on an aristocratic prejudice - into your family, if you have any room left that is, as I have every intention of asking Ginny to marry me."
Ginny's arm, holding the wine glass in mid air, seemed to have a mind of it's own, and with a different idea than hers. Her mind demanded her to throw the wine into his face, but her arm went suddenly limp and the wine glass slipped from her thin fingers, spilling onto the plush, white carpet beneath them.
Draco didn't move, but his eyes widened. "Shit! Oh shit! Do you know what kind of carpet that is? Do you know what kind of stain that's going to leave?"
Ginny sighed. "You are such a woman sometimes," she muttered, taking out her wand and charming the carpet white again. The small exasperation over the carpet had made Ginny temporarily forget about the closing to Draco's speech.
Draco's widened eyes flashed from the carpet to stare at her and his mouth dropped open. "I'm such a what?"
"Honestly, Draco, you act like such a child sometimes when things can be fixed instantly by magic."
"Oh, you know, you're right," Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "Silencio!" Draco said exaggeratedly, pointing his wand at Ginny. "Oh what do you know? Things can be fixed instantly by magic!"
Ginny exploded. Or rather, she would have exploded had she been able to speak. Instead, she gave in to the second emotion she felt. Her face registered disbelief and shock. Her mouth was slightly open, as if forgotten, and her eyes looked up at him, very hurt. A small, single tear ran along her face, and upon feeling it, she hung her head in hopes that Draco wouldn't see her cry.
The said Draco immediately regretted what he'd done. A second ago, he would have given anything to just slap her, as he do wished he could. Hell, a few minutes ago, he'd have given anything to walk out on her the way she asked him about her family.
Draco sighed; he knew he would never do either of those things. He brought his hand up to her chin and slowly lifted her face so that he could see it. Her cheeks her dry, but her eyes were red and slightly swollen. She closed her mouth and sniffed silently. Draco couldn't help himself; he kissed her. Instead of pulling away, he moved his kiss from her lips to her cheek and around on her neck. Pausing, he whispered in her ear that he was sorry, and he kissed her cheek again before looking at her fully.
Her eyes had been closed by his kisses, and they fluttered open now she felt him stop. She opened her mouth to say something. Draco looked down at his wand, slightly embarrassed now. He whispered the counter curse, not able to bring himself to look at her now.
"Well… that was an interesting toast. A good one actually, though I do believe that, seeing as it is my family you are addressing, you would have lost them all by the first sentence… something about fucking me…?"
Draco was still starring at his soft, white carpet, but he felt himself smile. "Oh yeah?" he said, looking up at her now. He shook his head slightly in amusement. "I'm not sure I did, Ginny."
Ginny raised an eyebrow and she tucked her other foot beneath her. "Oh? You're not sure that you've grabbed me out from a deserted corridor," Draco set his wine glass on the mahogany table beside them, "into a broom closet," he turned to look at her, the fire behind Ginny flickered in his eyes, increasing the look of lust over his face, "or perhaps an empty classroom," Draco moved towards her as she leaned backwards until he was poised above her and she was lying down on the sofa, "and fucked me over and over again, until I screamed your name?" Draco smirked. "Is that what you're unsure of, my dear Draco?"
Draco lowered his body onto hers, pressing against her. "No, not at all," he said smugly. Ginny looked quizzically back at him. Draco smirked all the wider. "No, I meant, I'm not sure I did lose your family at that first sentence."
Ginny didn't look impressed, and she tried her best. "Oh, you did."
"You think so?" Draco lowered his face.
"Mmhmm."
Draco looked up slightly and shrugged. "Oh well, I still have you," he said and captured her lips with his own as if to prove the point. Ginny submitted to him, as she always did. Sometimes she mused how he always made her melt in his embrace, about the same time when she wished he was there with her, usually late at night when she couldn't sleep, to just hold her.
Draco's hand slid down her leg and back up again, bringing her long, black dress up with it. Ginny slid lower down below him in response. Draco bent to kiss her neck and he pushed aside her dress, smiling at the fact that she hadn't worn any knickers that night, and immediately pushed two fingers inside her. Ginny didn't know if it was the wine, or Draco's ministrations to her neck, but she was completely wet and ready for him, and Draco knew she was. He loved how he didn't even have to touch her sometimes for her to turn on and how when he touched her, she was already wet.
Ginny felt him stop kissing her neck and she gently opened her eyes, slightly dazed, wondering where he had gone. She looked up to see him positioned above her pussy and her eyes shut involuntarily when he bent to lick her. She bit back a deep moan. She was still a bit mad at him, and she wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction that he was pleasuring her beyond comprehension. His fingers thrust in and out of her, while his tongue circled her clit. He tried not to smile with knowingness when she tensed up, holding back her moans. He knew her too well; she didn't have to make any noises. He knew when she was about to come.
With one slow, long lick Draco stopped and looked up at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut with her face contorted in pleasure, she had grabbed the arm of the sofa behind her, and her copper hair was strewn all over a dark pillow.
She was breathing rather quickly, he noticed, and she gasped and opened her eyes wide, questioning him why he had stopped. Draco pursed his lips at her. She could have rolled her eyes, but she was too hot and bothered to take care of the growing erection in his trousers. She lay there under his gaze until her breathing steadied. She loved how she could be turned off and on, but once Draco was turned on, that was it, and she knew she could toy with him.
She slowly opened her eyes and gave him a small smirk, which she actually learned from him. She stood up from the couch and cleared her throat, smoothing her slim dress back down. Raising her eyebrows at him once, she turned and walked back towards the kitchen. She heard Draco growl low in his throat and jump up behind her; she knew she had successfully pissed him off. But then again, so had he.
She turned slowly around, expecting him to still be standing near the couch in a fury. But when she turned, he was right behind her, and he was indeed in a fury. He bent down and picked her up, receiving a gasp from Ginny. Ginny was mad, but she was also still very wet for him. She wrapped her long legs around him, her heels digging in, as Draco pushed her against the wall in the corridor. He reached down and pulled her dress off, groaning that she was wearing a bra. Draco hated bras; he had bad memories of the damned things. But he did pride himself that he could undo hers with one hand, which he did. Ginny couldn't wait much longer either, and untucked his shirt, pulling his belt open, and undoing his trousers. Draco groaned and ground her into the wall, making Ginny gasp. He kissed her harshly, and carried her like that to his bedroom.
They fell onto the bed in the same position. Draco sat up and rolled his shirt off with his shoulders. He reached behind him and pulled off her stilettos. He looked back at Ginny, and she starred at him hard. Making his way back down on her, she reached down and finished pulling his trousers down. Draco didn't stop when he reached her, he didn't need to, and he moved into her in one solid motion. Ginny sighed, and she met his thrusts with equal ones herself. When Draco felt her begin to contract around him, he sat up and threw her legs over his shoulders. He knew the position wouldn't allow her to move as she previously could, and he knew that would drive her mad and add to his pleasure. He smirked down at her. Ginny knew as well as he did what he was trying to do, and she could play at his game. She arched her back to change the angle for herself, but also making it harder for him to enter her. He groaned loudly as he pushed into her in frustration.
"Bitch!" Draco yelled, as he flipped her over and pounded into her until he came hard. It was one of the most powerful orgasms he had had with Ginny, his head thrown back, mouth open and eyes shut. She followed soon after, his name on her lips. He collapsed beside her, and she turned her head away from him. Draco bit his bottom lip and his brow creased.
"Gin?" he said softly, running his hand up her arm to her shoulder. "Ginny, I'm sorry."
She sighed, and turned to look at him. Draco gently turned her to lie on her back and moved over her, kissing her softly, caressing her skin with his other arm.
"I'm sure you lost my family in that speech, and I'm not sure you would have lived to say the rest of it," Ginny barely whispered on his neck, sending chills into Draco.
Draco pulled back to look at her. She was very flushed and her hair was tousled; both of her arms had been thrown over her head. Her lips were swollen and a deep red, she was breathing deeply, and her eyes were drooping slightly in exhaustion. All in all, she looked thoroughly fucked.
"Which is a shame," she continued. "Because I rather enjoyed the end." Ginny yawned and curled up inside his arms, closing her eyes gently, a small smile on her lips.
Draco smiled. He knew she would, because he knew her very well by now. He always knew. Draco glanced at the small, velvet box safe on his dresser across the room, encasing a large, ancient diamond ring that had been in his family for centuries, before falling asleep himself.