The Fine Line Between Lust And Hate

The Fine Line Between Lust And Hate or The Draco Manifesto

Part 1

First of all I would like to explain that this was originally meant to be a funny one shot fic but evolved over the last 4 months into something more. I’ve had this concept in my head for about a year now and when I finally sat down to write it a few months ago I got 3 pages into it before I deleted the whole thing due to, in my opinion, it sucking big time. A month later I went to write it again and got 5 pages into what I considered a boring and pointless fic before I realized what was wrong with it. Draco was too nice. He was Ginny’s friend originally and while he still had a slight edge, was too much of a sensitive guy for me. This led me to make more than a few startling realizations about the rest of the stuff I write. If the guys I write aren’t cold hearted, unfeeling, evil or emotionally unavailable I can’t write them. I feel empty, dead and slightly nauseous as I’m writing the words on the screen. More than somewhat disturbed by this I decided to try, with the help of this fic, to work my way through it. And so began an idea that developed rapidly into this.

I put to you the Draco Manifesto. I will start with Draco as the embodiment of everything I love and love to hate in characters, and end with a... toned down version of him. I will by no means make him a different character or even what would generally be considered nice as I can’t stand that in Draco or for that matter anybody and it will by no means change my other fics. But I’m hopeful in the future if I absolutely NEED to write a reasonably good, sensitive guy I’ll be able to do it.

All suggestions and constructive comments are welcome

Enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: <Insert standard disclaimer here>

Pairing: D/G with H/Hr in later chapters

Rating: NC-17 as always. There’s foul language, dirty talk, sex scenes, sexual violence and a plethora of other naughty stuff. There is some content in the first chapter that I think is fine but some of the more sensitive people out there might not. If you’re squeamish about rough sex and mean men, I would stay away from the first few chapters of this.

Summary: Draco doesn’t know how to care. Ginny pushes men away. But after Draco fixes a certain problem he’s having with the help of Ginny; they embark on a tumultuous relationship that will change them both. This fic starts out pretty dark but it will get lighter as time goes on.

THE FINE LINE BETWEEN LUST AND HATE

Rain pounded down on the massive building in the middle of London, making angry noises as it slashed against the glass. The wind howled threateningly around it and lightening crashed so loud the walls almost shook. Inside, on the top floor the sounds weren’t much better.

Ginny Weasley muttered a colourful curse before taking a deep steadying breath and immediately snapping out another harsh expletive.

Why weren’t there any paper towels!?

Her right hand fumbled through all the cupboards in the slick black and green kitchenette, as her left hand continued to hold her sopping wet business shirt away from her skin. The burning hot coffee had slopped down her front after she tripped in the new 4 inch heels that she had regretted buying ever since she had slipped them on this morning. Between almost falling on her small bottom twice on the way into work, finding out her new assistant had about as much experience as a virgin on her wedding night once she got here and now spilling coffee down the front of her expensive shirt, it was not shaping up to be a productive day.

Finding a box of tissues that would do just as well, Ginny attempted to blot the considerable stain on her once pristine button down shirt. It was perfect white this morning but now the front was the ugly brown of old parchment and Ginny realized she would have to walk all the way back to her office where she had left her wand before she cold remove the stain. It would just be further proof for everyone how clumsy she was.

Giving up on the tissues and the coffee, Ginny grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice from the fridge and made her way back to her desk. Glancing at her watch she noticed it had gone twelve and her boss still wasn’t at work yet. Granted he owned and ran the company and as such could do as he pleased but she still thought it was incredibly irresponsible and selfish. It made her life twice as hard when she had to deal with constant owls from people clamoring for a piece of something from the man. A signature on this, a meeting then, an answer by this date. If his own personal assistant couldn’t get 5 seconds with him what chance did they think they had? The thing that really got Ginny’s Irish up though was the fact she knew he wasn’t doing work while he was supposed to be here. She knew he was out playing Quidditch or recovering from a hangover or meeting yet another witch for a one on one ‘business’ meeting. If Draco Malfoys business really was shagging he’d be a bloody workaholic.

Coming to the end of the hallway she had just walked down, fortunately not meeting any of her coworkers along the way, Ginny entered her office and almost groaned. Her new Draco hired assistant was still sitting where she’d left her before she went to get coffee, reading Witch Weekly. She distinctly remembered telling the girl then that they had a mountain of work to get through, these words apparently meaning nothing to Dizzy Lizzy as Ginny had dubbed her.

Elizabeth Dexter was pretty and blonde and getting right up Ginny’s nose. She’d asked Draco for an experienced assistant two months ago when she realized that over the last two years of working for the man she had come to do most of his dirty work for him. Draco had eventually produced Elizabeth, who so far Ginny had discovered worked as a waitress for 5 years before landing this job 2 days ago. Malfoy was a dead man when he decided to show his pointy face around here again.

That was probably the main difference between Draco and herself, Ginny thought taking a calming swig from the bottle in her hand. Her life centered around her work, she couldn’t live without it. Whereas Draco, it seemed, couldn’t give less of a damn whether something was done right or not. For Ginny it was perfection or nothing. For Draco as long as it made money it was fine. This difference of opinion was presumably the reason they fought all the time, and yet they seemed to work like this. With Ginny the embodiment of work and Draco the absolute antithesis of it, they had somehow developed an effective – if somewhat dysfunctional – system.

So Ginny went from day to day, doing more work than Draco and making less money. She forewent any kind of life outside of work happily and was content to be independent without the hindrance of many friends, a boyfriend or outside interests. She didn’t have to have an agreeable personality, she didn’t have to socialize, and she didn’t have to let a man get too close… Ginny shook her head quickly.

Grabbing her wand from her top drawer Ginny muttered an incantation and the coffee stain disappeared before Lizzy noticed she was even back in the room. Her new employee was currently leaning back in the cherry wood chair with her feet up on the matching desk, thoroughly engrossed in Ginny’s most hated of publications. Not one to tolerate incompetence or laziness in anyone, Ginny pushed Lizzys legs off the desk carelessly and they landed back on the floor with a thump.

“Oh Gin you’re back.” Lizzy looked surprised to see Ginny standing across the other side of the desk, her arms folded across her ample breasts.

“So it would seem” Ginny answered noncommittally, hoping her subordinate would get the hint and realize she wasn’t a chatty, friend type co-worker. “I thought you would have started sending those owls I asked you to by now.”

“Well I was about to but then I saw this…” she looked slightly sheepish as she turned the awful magazine to show Ginny the full page article of Draco Malfoy spread out in the middle “and I got distracted. I’m really sorry I’ll start right away.”

“Look Draco Malfoy’s face is usually found in every magazine and newspaper alike, so you can get distracted any other time. Right now we have a ton of work to do, mainly due to the fact Mr. Malfoy has decided not to show his famous face around here again today.” Ginny lowered herself into her chair, immediately picked up a quill and resumed working on the stack of paperwork in front of her.

Lizzy began to take her advice, picking up a quill herself but soon she was glancing surreptitiously at Ginny from beneath her lashes. Weighing up her options, Lizzy scribbled on the parchment in front of her for a few minutes. She had figured out almost as soon as Ginny arrived at work this morning that her new superior wasn’t going to be a social dream to from day to day, which ultimately meant she must be a great assistant. Why else would she be hired? She supposed she looked good. Okay she was stunning, but it was covered up by a starched designer pant suit and a mask of frosty hostility. Lizzy didn’t really think these were traits that would make Draco hire her. She herself had been hired, she was fully aware, on her bold personality and not much else. Finally curiosity got the better of her and Lizzy asked,

“Why do you dislike him so much?”

“It’s a school thing. Long story.” Ginny answered briskly

“What do you mean a school thing? Is he a bad boss?”

The barrage of questions only served to cause Ginny’s temper to rear its ugly head. Slamming down the quill, Ginny flicked her head up causing her thick shoulder length curls to bounce angrily around her face “Malfoy and I went to school together, I find him annoying, pretentious and arrogant and I wouldn’t know if he’s a bad boss because he’s hardly ever here to prove it, now can we please do some work” Feeling reckless, Lizzy pushed just a bit more

“He’s gorgeous though isn’t he? He always has a different witch on his arm.” she gazed down at the glossy pages of the magazine next to her

“Yeah right” Ginny scoffed sarcastically “His arm.”

Draco stormed through the entrance to his top floor office in such a rage that he barely noticed the doors ricocheting back so fast that they barely missed his 6 ft form. Striding directly towards his office he paid absolutely no attention to what was going on around him, least of all the uneasy look of his newest assistant and the raised eyebrow of his older one. He glided past them, still managing a dangerous kind of calm in his rage and made his way to the door.

“Finally decided to show up then?” Draco heard Ginny ask icily from behind him

Not bothering to look up Draco just snapped back “Sod off tart face.” and slammed the door on Ginny’s indignant expression after he’d passed through it.

Once inside the tastefully decorated room, Draco went immediately over to his liquor cabinet which he threw open harshly and grabbed a bottle of ’45 single malt Firewhisky. Quickly unscrewing the top he sloshed the amber liquid into the nearest glass and tossed the drink back, glad for the burn in his throat and belly. Draco walked over to his chair and sat down with a sigh, setting the bottle and then resting his legs on top of the huge desk in front of him. With the glass still in hand, he rolled his stiff neck trying to let out some of the tension that had plagued him all weekend and finally come to a boiling point this morning. For a few minutes he let Friday, Saturday and Sundays events wash over him but he’d soon had enough and closed his eyes against them.

In hindsight he regretted yelling at Ginny just to vent his anger. Not because of any remorse at hurt feelings, but because he knew she’d make him pay for snapping at her until he either apologized or killed himself. And if given the choice, he knew Ginny would pick the latter. Ever since Ginny has started working for him two years ago they had adopted a system that got the maximum amount of work done but still involved verbal sparring matches and death threats daily. A fact which unnerved Draco slightly as his past PA’s had all been professional, business minded, subservient employees. The relationship he had with Ginny was almost like a personal friendship. She acted as if she had the right to argue with him and demand as much respect as she gave him. The problem was neither gave any, which had caused many shouting matches and door slammings over the last 2 years.

But unsettling as it was for him, it seemed to work for them both and when it came down to the crunch Ginny was the best assistant he’d ever had. Draco, not being completely thick, knew that he wouldn’t be able to run his corporation so well without Ginny. She got things done and she did them fast. And her almost obsessive-compulsive need to organize things made his life much easier and effortless. However she also took great pleasure in telling him exactly what to do and when to do it. If she wasn’t always right he’d be more than a little agitated by her constant overbearing sergeant-major complex.

Yes, he more than paid for his good fortune in her professional side when Ginny yelled at him about his irresponsibility, when she became a sarcastic bitch about his girlfriends, when she made fun of his good taste in clothes and wine. Always bandying about words like pretentious, arrogant, patronizing and git. He would have thought the simple fact he was her boss would have caused her to bite her tongue, apparently not. Despite this he supposed Ginny Weasley was entertaining, whether she meant to be or not, and she wasn’t dreadful to look at either Draco admitted his mouth twitching slightly. Realizing that it had been a while since he had even come close to smirking, Draco remembered why he was in such a foul mood in the first place and flew into a rage. He drained the contents of the glass and threw it at the wall where it shattered loudly and fell in jagged pieces on the carpeted floor.

What was wrong with him? Draco thought groaning

It all started last Friday. After yet another heated argument with his annoying, stubborn shrew of a PA, he had left work in a rage to go on a date with Lucy Cook, the very lovely heiress to the Cook Owl Breeders. Arriving at a small Diagon Alley bistro, Draco wined and dined her as he usually did to the many women he dated and by the main course Lucy was already as good as bedded. After desert Draco Apparated Lucy back to his London apartment without even asking her; the arrogant assumption, as always, working in his favor somehow. The kissing and groping had begun at the front door and continued up to his penthouse, where after a half an hour and a stumbling trip to his bedroom it had stopped, when they both realized something wasn’t working.

Something rather important.

Something of Draco’s.

Now he was sure it was supposed to be working. Lucy Cook may not have had the potential to turn out to be the love, or even lust of his life, far from it. But she was still attractive and had enough girl bits to get the show on the broomstick, as it were. After another hour of some very embarrassing and clinical foreplay, Draco had let anger and slight fear get the better of him and chucked Lucy out with a harsh, uncalled for criticism on her skills as a lover. After reeling from his diatribe, Lucy had run crying out of the door leaving a very pissed off Draco in the bedroom.

After brooding all night, Draco finally put his little problem down to alcohol, stress and the fact he’d been sleeping around a lot lately in lieu of doing work. Temporarily pacified, Draco slept through until the next afternoon when he finally decided to do some of the work that had piled up without him noticing. He remembered during this time that he did actually own a rather large company that needed to be run, preferably by him, to a higher standard that he was doing now. Since his father had died, leaving the company to him, Draco noticed he’d let himself go off the rails. He was so used to having to constantly run GM or risk his father’s wrath that his death seemed to serve as an invitation to live the life he loved; drinking good alcohol, buying expensive broomsticks and shagging gorgeous women. But for all that, he did care about the family company and he seemed to be letting it go to the dogs.

Satisfied that he’d finally caught up with business, Draco decided to celebrate in the only way he knew how, hoping against hope that the problem that dared not speak its name was a one time fluke. Merlin knew if it wasn’t he’d kill himself… as would a lot of women, he smirked cheekily. Picking up a quill, he sent an owl to the one woman he knew would be able to get little Draco working again without fail.

But she did fail. Spectacularly. They had made a date at his place that night and after an hour of foreplay, of being tied up, of being licked and bitten and finally looking at Amethyst in all her blond, pale perfection, Draco still couldn’t ‘meet the challenge’ and his angry, disappointed date actually left to meet her boyfriend.

Feeling more of that approaching terror that had begun on the Friday, Draco immediately made an appointment with his personal medi-wizard, instead of killing himself as he had originally planned. After casting the appropriate charms and performing the various tests, he had told him there was nothing physically wrong. It was all mental.

Sitting back that Sunday, Draco tried desperately to think what could possibly be in his life that caused him so much mental anguish that he couldn’t get aroused doing what he was best at. He thought maybe it was the stress of the business but he hadn’t exactly been making GM a priority of late. Then he thought maybe it was because he slept with so many women that he just couldn’t keep up with them all and needed an emotional attachment now he was pushing 28. That thought was very unlikely and caused him to laugh for a full 10 minutes, but it was more a desperate, hysterical laugh than one with any hint of humor. Once he’d calmed down Draco realized he had no clue why he couldn’t – not bothering to use a metaphor – get his penis hard during sex, and not knowing ultimately meant he couldn’t fix the problem.

Sitting up drinking until the wee small hours once more, Draco had finally gotten a few restless hours of sleep before rolling over and falling off his leather sofa this morning. Picking himself up and remembering the night’s events with a groan, he decided to stumble into work as a distraction from his ruined life. Probably not a good idea now that he thought about it, considering his present demeanor. He was going to be paying for that ‘tart face’ comment all week. Great now he had 2 little problems to deal with, Draco thought as he picked up the Firewhisky once more and drank straight from the bottle.

The less disturbing problem was currently outside his office displaying a temper the likes of which Lizzy had never seen. As soon as the door to Draco’s office had slammed shut, Ginny had risen from her chair and begun a tirade with a force and pitch a banshee would be proud of. The actual words and remarks coming from Ginny’s creative mouth weren’t all together distinguishable, but one thing was for sure, Ginny was pissed off. Occasionally she would catch snatches of sentences like ‘After all I bloody do around here’, ‘The slimy albino toss bag’ and most disturbing ‘I’m going to snap his tiny neck off’ If Lizzy wasn’t so intimidated she’d actually be quite impressed.

Luckily her employer didn’t seem to be in any rush to take it out on her and after a while Lizzy saw her quiet down and eventually sit back in her chair to begin silently seething. Lizzy would have thought this would have been better but the way in which she managed to do this left a person in little doubt of Ginny’s present mood and it was a fool who tried to disturb her at the moment. Lizzy backed up in her chair slightly, doing the work put in front of her with a speed she wasn’t aware she possessed. She now knew to do her job if she didn’t want that temper aimed at her, and she was quite sure she didn’t.

This would have made Ginny ecstatically happy if it wasn’t for the fact she was temporarily paralyzed with rage. She’d done everything but run this company since Malfoy’s father had died and this was what she got for her trouble. An untrained assistant and verbal abuse. Quietly swearing that he’d pay for the insult, Ginny continued on about her work thinking for the millionth time since she’d started here that it was idiocy for a Weasley to work for a Malfoy, and she’d quit as soon as possible. That would probably be more plausible if she didn’t need the money and if it wasn’t remarkably easy to extract pay raises and bonuses from Malfoy, a sort of a bribe for her to shut up and not bother him.

Ginny calmed down enough over the next half hour to do her work in relative peace and eventually she, as always, managed to forget why she was in a temper in the first place. A few minutes later however, her anger all came flooding back to her. Ginny picked up a few pieces of paper, cursed and glared at Malfoy’s door. She was going to have to go in there if she wanted these signed, and they had to be owled out now to make their destination before 6pm.

Taking a deep breath, Ginny looked at the rest of the paper work on her desk that had to be finished by the end of the day and she realized now was no time to start a fight with Malfoy if she wanted to get it all done. Trying desperately to get into a mindset that would allow her to cool her temper and focus on business, Ginny excused herself to Lizzy and stalked over to the office door, all the time reminding herself to get some anger management therapy. But before she did that she reached over to grab her wand and pointed it maliciously at Draco’s door, smiling to herself before throwing it back on her desk.

Knocking briskly, Ginny didn’t wait for an answer before turning the gold plated door handle and walking confidently into the room. Not closing the door behind her, Ginny walked halfway in before she even bothered to look up at Draco from the papers she was holding in her hands. He was sitting behind his desk, casual as he pleased, legs thrown on top and drinking strait from a bottle of something. Looking down curiously Draco smoothed the non existent wrinkles in his jacket. Funny thing about Draco, he always looked like he’d been born in the clothes he was wearing. God do some bloody work you good for nothing pretentious git, Ginny thought as she continued across to his desk.

Draco looked up at Ginny walking across the room. She was the only person he knew who bothered to knock but didn’t care what the answer to the unspoken question ever was. A few times he had even yelled through the door to go away and she’d completely ignored him. After a while he just gave up and accepted the fact that she was going to walk anywhere in this company as if no doors were closed to her. It was at that moment, sitting at his desk brooding about life, he realized he was entirely less vigilant with Ginny than he was with anyone else. If another one of his employees tried this he would have drilled the superior/inferior concept into them until they complied or quit. As it was, Ginny seemed to have the same power over him that his mother had. If they both didn’t listen to him the first few times he tried to give them his orders, he would give up entirely and let them have their way. He knew he did this with his mother because he respected her, he supposed he loved her and although he would love to, he couldn’t fire her. But Ginny; he’d always told himself he just couldn’t be bothered to fight with her because of her terrible temper, and at the end of the day he needed her skills as a PA and organizational genius. But taking a step back from himself, he noticed Ginny got away with a lot more around him that she should. It was entirely out of character for him to let that go.

Looking behind the approaching Ginny, to the door she’d just come through, Draco got immediate confirmation of his last thought. There hanging on the door was a gold plated sign that now read:

DRACO MALFOY

STUPID PRETENTIOUS WANKER

OWNER AND CEO

WOMEN ENTER AT YOUR OWN PERIL:

YOU MAY NOT LEAVE WITH YOUR KNICKERS

It looked like Ginny had once again misjudged how funny she actually was, Draco sneered before looking back to the object of his constant annoyance. She was currently standing in front of his desk, smirking away as if she didn’t know her job, and for that matter life, was constantly in jeopardy when she was around him.

“That was mature, Ginny.” Draco drawled, fully expecting a massive fight and for once wishing it on. Maybe he could take some of his frustration out on Miss Perfect over there. However Ginny just stuck her tongue out at him petulantly, as if to prove the immaturity he had accused her of. Draco couldn’t help but notice that her tongue, combined with her hand on her hip made Ginny look about as far from an assistant to a rich businessman as he was to an insane hobo. Draco shook his head quickly, his thoughts, he noticed, seemed to be dwelling on Ginny far too much today. Maybe it was the alcohol; he pushed the bottle of Firewhisky onto the desk and then slid it over the edge with one finger. Ginny didn’t even flinch as it hit the floor with a crash, and just turned her head slightly to see the corresponding glass across the room.

Still standing with a hand on her hip, Ginny asked “What’s wrong with you?” before raising an eyebrow lightly.

“Oh bugger off and leave me alone.” Draco snapped back, not in the mood for her motherly, disciplinarian shit. He loathed it when she tried to understand and be concerned about him. No one in his life, save his mother, had ever tried the crap with him and he didn’t care for it one bit. Why the hell didn’t the woman know her place? And why the hell didn’t she listen when he told her what it was?! For instance, right now. Her boss, an intimidating man but all accounts had told her to piss off but would she? Not a chance in hell. She’d even make out that he was being a pain and was being rude to her. Why didn’t she understand he was and he didn’t care? He had the right to treat her with disrespect and hostility. She was his inferior.

Draco’s assumption was right, Ginny just walked over to the broken glass and began picking it up carefully. Draco tipped his head back and closed his eyes tightly in hopes of lessening the rage coursing through him. He didn’t need her help, he could have cleaned this up with his wand. He wanted the fucking glass on the floor.

In the corner of his mind he heard her whine slightly and opened his eyes to look over the other side of the room where she had her back to him.

Apparently Ginny had managed to drop the parchment she was carrying when she came in here because she bent at the waist to begin scrambling to pick it all up.

Through lazy, bored eyes Draco watched Ginny’s bottom as it bounced up and down, from side to side as she picked up various pieces of official looking parchment from the glassy floor, dusting each one off individually as she did so. Raising one eyebrow, Draco found himself noticing how nice Ginny’s bum actually was. It was round and perky and seemed to have some kind of personality which was odd and strangely attractive at the same time. He’d never really noticed it before but it made sense her bum would be nice and well shaped because her hips were so curvy and her waist was so small. That he had noticed. Watching Ginny’s behind bounce some more, Draco pushed himself up in his seat slightly, more than a little curious now and he experienced a small tingly feeling at the base of his abdomen. Why had he never noticed that bottom? Jesus he could easily go insane for that thing. He’d date a woman with an arse like that even if she had a face like a mountain troll. Although there wasn’t much he could do about it in his present state, he thought with a grimace. He didn’t have time to ponder the finer aspects of Ginny Weasley’s bum much longer because the tingly feeling got sharper. And so did Draco’s sense. He was looking at Weasley’s arse! Of all people, she was making him feel things that no one else all weekend could.

Getting angry, Draco snapped “What have you done now you clumsy bitch?” not really caring that this would start more arguing.

That got her back up. Literally. Ginny snapped up and swung around, fire blazing in her eyes.

“I’ve dropped the papers that you should have signed and sent 5 days ago you self-involved prat, and by the way thanks for all your help it’s much appreciated”

“Well Ginny I just assumed because you work for me that you should be doing all the jobs that I, as your boss, think are beneath me.”

Ginny’s eyes narrowed to slits and Draco could practically hear her fume from the other side of the room “And Christ knows how much you love things to be beneath you Malfoy. Enough women have been there over the years to testify to the fact.”

“Aw Gin are ya jealous?” Draco patronized, knowing exactly how much Ginny loathed to be treaded that way.

Instead she heaved out a long suffering sigh and threw her head from side to side to work out the kinks in her neck “Oh yes Draco, I want you on me.” Ginny rolled her eyes “God how I’ve dreamed of this moment, take me now right here on the floor.”

Draco got the feeling Ginny was trying to steer clear of a major disagreement today so instead he told her “I need to send flowers to Lucy Cook sometime today.”

“Okay” Ginny replied her hand back on her hips “Shall I write the usual card? Thanks for the shag. Draco.”

“No this ones more of an I’m sorry card.” Draco said, wondering if Ginny had ever actually sent cards on his behalf that said that. Wouldn’t put it past her, he thought disdainfully.

“Oh dear did you get a touch carried away this weekend and started to bring out the whips and chains too early?” Ginny asked offhandedly.

Draco just grinned back at her “Is that really what goes on in your mind when you think of what I’d be like in bed?”

Ginny looked directly at him and smirked in an uncanny imitation of himself “Yes, but then you turn into Harry Potter, the nightmare is over and thankfully I don’t have to kill myself.” That wiped the smarmy grin off his face. Ginny noticed, however, as an icy mask of rage came over Malfoy’s aristocratic features; she may have pushed him too far this time. Trying to avoid the conflict she knew was coming, Ginny went back to cleaning up the remaining paper and glass on the floor.

He hated her.

Sometimes he hated her so much he just wanted to stride up to her and slap her. As always though, he managed to stave off the urge this time by gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tightly. What was it about Ginny that made him so furious? With anyone else he could listen to constant insults and abuse and still manage to keep infuriatingly cool. It was what he would have done if another person had dared make that comment, but with her… it was as if he couldn’t keep his head and yet he knew if he started yelling like he wanted to, he’d lose control and either hurt her or hurt himself. She had him stuck between a rock and a hard place. Gripping the sides of his chair tightly, Draco breathed deeply and fought past the barely repressed urge to shake Ginny until she rattled.

Then something very interesting happened. Draco’s eyes snapped open and he looked down sharply while his legs fell off the desk. Sitting up quickly he grabbed onto the side of the oak surface in front of him.

Hello there.

Draco’s eyes widened as he gazed down at a very unexpected and very welcome site. Relaxing slightly, he felt the undeniable tug of desire in his abdomen and the very obvious wave of lust that was washing over him. He was turned on. For the first time in 3 days of constant trying and failing, Draco found himself totally, inexplicably aroused.

Looking up Draco watched Ginny’s bottom once again bounce around in front of him and felt the same tingle he had felt the first time he saw it, pass through his lower body. Oh God. It was her. Something about the feeling of anger Ginny caused in him was making him hard and hot.

Sitting up now, Draco stared at Ginny’s busy behind; trying to pinpoint what exactly had caused this turnabout. He knew the moment it had happened. It was when he was feeling that intense rush of rage that took over him and made him primal and feral in his need to discipline her. Control her. It was when he was feeling that passion that burned through his body until he couldn’t see reason or sense.

Slowly Draco got up out of his chair. That was it. The revelation of what was happening to him hit Draco like a smack across the head. With deadly grace he began to walk across the room.

Passion.

He did hate Ginny when she got him in a fury, there was no question, but that was what he needed. The passion of hate was strong enough to turn him on. And being so immune to intense emotions for so long, it stood to reason that Ginny was the only one who could get him aroused, because she was the only woman he knew who angered him to that point. That dangerous point where he wanted to chain her up and hurt her. To cut her until she bled. To burn her until she wailed. To torture her mercilessly until she crumbled and gave in to him. No one but Ginny Weasley had ever pushed him to that place. Draco was in that place now. He hated her with that passion but he needed her with the exact same intensity. The only thing on earth he wanted at the moment was to sink into Ginny Weasley’s burning body and see how fast she’d beg and break.

She had no idea as he stalked over to where she was bent cleaning up his earlier mess, until he stood fully behind her and roughly grabbed her curvaceous hips in his hands. Squealing slightly, Ginny shot up, her back coming flush against Draco’s front as she did so, the small of her back pressing against something hard. A confused look passed across her face but as Draco spun her around in his arms to face him, the look was quickly replaced by one of indignant rage.

Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but she was cut off by Draco’s lips claiming hers in what was no way a questioning kiss. It was harsh and punishing and as his tongue forced its way past her lips, Ginny thought it was almost like he was disciplining her mouth for the cruel words he had heard come out of it. Regaining her senses, Ginny began to twist and pull trying to release herself from Draco’s grasp, but the more she struggled the tighter he held her. His hands were all over her body, crushing her to him in a possessive grip she was sure she’d never be able to get out of. The arrogance of Draco’s actions served only to anger Ginny more and in her mind this became another fight. Another challenge. Soon the battle of mouths, currently only being waged by Draco, became all out war as Ginny dropped the recently retrieved papers from her hands and threw her arms around his neck, knocking him backwards.

Ginny’s assault rivaled Draco’s completely, and it wasn’t long before she was winning the fight for power pushing against him until he stumbled across the room. Pulling back slightly, Draco smirked against Ginny’s mouth, more than a little amused by her eager response. His reaction brought a fresh wave of rage on Ginny and she pushed her mouth against Draco’s once more biting his lips and tongue fervently. Draco however, calmed down slightly from the initial attack on Ginny’s body and soon his mouth and hands settled into their usual highly skilled and practiced movements. His senses returned allowing him full control over his mind and body, so he was free to manipulate and play with Ginny’s in the way he was accustomed.

Pulling back from the eager redhead, Draco held her against him with an arm about her waist, while his other hand came up to grab her face forcing her to look into his eyes that had darkened slightly, the only real indication of his excitement. Draco’s long fingers dug into her and his rings felt cold against her smooth skin, but Ginny didn’t care as Draco used the control over her face to pull her head to one side and start biting on the soft skin of her nape. She gasped loudly and began to moan as his mouth worked its way back up to hers and his hand made its way down to hold her neck. Running his thumb up and down the centre of Ginny’s throat, Draco derived perverse pleasure from knowing he’d only have to press down for a few seconds and he could end this new problem and never be troubled by it again. But at this moment she had a more useful purpose than being unconscious or dead.

Tangling his hand in Ginny’s thick wavy hair, Draco stroked it softly between his finger tips, enjoying the texture before he pulled away from her mouth once more. Ginny whimpered at the lost contact, but she was soon gasping again as Draco wrapped her loose curls around his hand and tugged until her head fell back, allowing his mouth access to her neck and exposed cleavage. Never letting go of her hair, Draco held it so it was almost painful while he explored her chest and the tops of her breasts as far as her shirt would allow. Soon it wasn’t enough and he let go of her completely to begin unbuttoning her shirt all the way.

Taking this as a cue to help him, Ginny slipped out of her shoes taking a few inches off her height which had before come up to Draco’s chin. Now facing his chest, she pushed his jacket off and began on his own buttons until Draco pushed her hands away and shoved her rumpled shirt off her body. Never one to by shy, Ginny rid herself of her bra looking into Draco’s eyes as she did so. Just as she heard the snap of the underwear she was removing, she saw something snap in Draco and with amazing speed he bent to undo her trousers and push them down her legs. Ginny kicked them off with the same speed, eager to be out of all her clothes now that her skin felt as if it were burning. She wondered if Draco felt the same fire in his veins, but if he did he gave no indication by the removal of his clothing. Then again, Ginny thought distractedly, that could be just another one of his much loved power trips.

Soon Ginny felt Draco’s mouth back on hers once more. This time his hands slid down her sides and onto her slim waist, pulling her up against him. Natural reaction caused Ginny to throw her arms back around his neck and wrap her long legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly. She rubbed her sensitive, as yet untouched breasts, against his half open shirt and lost herself in the still violent kiss; unaware he was walking them across the room until she felt herself being lowered into his leather chair on top of him. Moving her legs so she straddled his lap, Ginny brought her hands up to run through Draco’s perfectly groomed hair, almost laughing into his mouth at the power trip that came with ruining something Draco prized above most things.

Draco felt his hair being mussed by Ginny’s nimble fingers and troublingly it didn’t bother him. He just wanted her to keep providing him with the feeling her fingers, hands and lips were everywhere on his body. He was addicted to that feeling already - addicted to her - and he wasn’t even inside of her yet. Something he intended to remedy shortly. Pulling Ginny’s hair once more, Draco tugged her back enough so he could begin to remove his own clothing, which wasn’t easy in their current position. They both had a good try at it anyway. Draco worked on removing his belt and trousers while Ginny finished the work she had started on his shirt, opening it this time and after a lot of confused, awkward movements managed to get it off his person.

Draco wasn’t having the same amount of luck with his slacks. After a fair amount of fumbling and wondering how he was going to remove the garment without removing Ginny, he looked up to find her giggling merrily at him. For some reason this annoyed him immensely; the fact that she was laughing at him while he tried to punish her. It was his power game and Ginny with her luscious body and expert hands and mouth, was managing to suck all the power from him. Instantly finding a way to cut her off, Draco gripped Ginny’s thighs, bent his head and immediately latched on to one perfect pouting nipple. He felt her head tip back which pushed her breast more firmly into his mouth and Draco congratulated the movement by biting down harshly making Ginny moan. Pulling back slightly, he began to lave at the now reddened area, only vaguely aware that Ginny had moved her hands between their bodies and finished the work he had started on his pants. Unconsciously he lifted his hips slightly and Ginny tugged his trousers and boxers down to his knees, letting his erection spring free.

Ginny tipped her head back forward, breathing heavily as Draco moved his mouth to her other breast. Her recently bitten nipple felt sore and sensitive but the cool air hit where Draco had moistened it, making the pain slightly erotic. There was no question in her mind that this was Draco punishing her for standing up to him and she fully intended to fight back. And she started by moving her hand back between them and squeezing his impressive hard on in her considerably smaller palm. Draco immediately let go of her breast and leaned back in his chair, hissing through his teeth.

Ginny watched Draco’s almost painful expression as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft. His eyes were still tightly closed, leaving Ginny a chance to study his face. She’d never seen him like this before; almost out of control although not completely. She still had no doubt he could easily take back control of this situation if he wanted to, he had just made a conscious choice not to for a while. It brought a whole different dimension to his face however. No question she could still see the well bred lines and coolly threatening malice in him - everything about that face was fiercely patrician; his straight nose and high cheekbones. Everything except his mouth. His mouth couldn’t be further from the rest of his features. He had full sensuous lips that were made for kissing and no matter what situation he was in, always seemed to make a woman think of kinky, passionate, sweaty sex. Something which he obliged Ginny with right then.

Forcing his eyes open, Draco ran a hand down Ginny’s side, hooking his fingers around the edge of her lace knickers. In one swift movement, in which Ginny squealed, Draco had ripped the underwear from her body and thrown it somewhere in the direction of his desk. Grabbing Ginny’s hips, he pushed her up so there was room between his lap and hers, and looking directly into her eyes he smirked. Gratified at the slightly uneasy look Ginny now had, Draco didn’t break eye contact as he moved a hand up her thigh until it came in contact with her hot, wet centre. Watching as Ginny closed her eyes and groaned, Draco slid his index finger into her slowly and followed it immediately with another long finger.

As he let the two fingers slip in and out of Ginny, Draco watched as she bit her full bottom lip and unable to resist he leaned over to bite the lip for her. Ginny fell forwards, gripping onto Draco’s shoulders for support and he knew she was close. Her muscles began to tighten around his digits and he immediately pulled them out. Feeling the loss, Ginny opened her eyes and gazed angrily at Draco, a look which was quickly replaced by a completely shocked expression as he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked the moisture from each finger individually.

Gasping and shaking slightly, Ginny was pulled into another intense kiss, tasting herself and Draco on his tongue as he ran his hands through her hair. The taste acted as an aphrodisiac and soon she was rolling her hips against him, Draco’s hands guiding her movements as she did so. Pressing her pelvis more firmly to Draco’s, Ginny would occasionally feel the brush of his penis as it hit just the right spot between her legs and the tingling sensation became over powering. In a rush to have Draco inside of her, Ginny pulled back from his probing tongue and muttered the only word that had been said since he kissed her

“Now.”

Draco, who was currently rubbing his erection into Ginny’s behind, something he had wanted to do since he had seen her bend over, heard Ginny’s request and instantly complied, taking her undulating hips in his hands and steadying them. Pulling back he positioned himself at her entrance before sanity suddenly struck and he had the presence of mind to ask “Is it safe?” before he entered her. Ginny nodded quickly and needing nothing more, Draco sank himself into Ginny’s hot, tight body, unable to tell if the loud groans were from him or her.

Draco continued to move Ginny’s hips up and down but after while he realized he needn’t bother, as Ginny was doing perfectly well by herself. As he bucked up to meet her, he noticed Ginny was matching him thrust for thrust and all thoughts of being able to dominate her left his mind. She was uncontrollable, and watching her bounce up and down on top of him, Draco found he didn’t mind that right now. She leaned forward again, this time grabbing onto the arm rests, using the leverage to slide up and down his cock faster. Tipping his head back, Draco groaned before Ginny moved her mouth over his, effectively swallowing the sound of pleasure.

Sliding a hand up the inside of one thigh, Draco found Ginny’s clit with the tips of his fingers and began to rub in small, firm circles. When he leaned forward to take a bouncing nipple into his mouth, Ginny’s muscles began to contract around him once more letting him know how close she was. For reasons beyond his comprehension this fact seemed to anger her.

Digging her fingers into Draco’s shoulders until she was sure she had drawn blood, Ginny let out a frustrated cry. As she continued to almost violently fuck him into the chair her rational mind yelled at her to stop, telling her every reason why this was the stupidest thing she had ever done. But she couldn’t seem to stop and, quite sensibly in her opinion, Ginny took her anger out on Draco as he bucked up to meet her. Leaning down so her mouth was next to his ear, Ginny began to whisper harshly,

“You are the most self absorbed, arrogant prick I’ve ever met… faster.” Draco didn’t respond to anything except her final request, meeting her increasing speed with vigor.

Ginny carried on, breathing heavily “You’re nothing but a pretentious, patronizing bastard and I hate you… harder.” Again Draco complied with her last request, grabbing her hips so he could pull her more firmly against him.

“If you ever try to pull this again I’ll…” Draco cut her off this time

“You know what I think Ginny? Less talk, more fucking.”

Ginny’s only response was to use one hand to grab the chair above Draco’s head and comply with his ‘request’ if you could call it that, moving without style or finesse, just getting the job done. Soon, between Draco’s fingers on her clit and the hard movements of his cock inside her, Ginny felt herself coming harder than she could ever remember, crying out as she did so.

Draco was unbelievably close and it wasn’t going to take much to push him over the edge. And the thing that finally did it was totally unexpected. As Ginny came on top of him she started to make the most incredibly sexy sounds he had ever heard a woman make. In between the incoherent noises he’d catch an expletive or two and it only added to the over all dangerous intensity and stupidity of shagging Ginny Weasley. Of all the things he thought about Ginny, he would not have expected that the foul mouth she used during her tempers carried through to her sex life. He had to admit it was the first time he’d ever liked something that was coming out of her mouth. Soon he was following her over the edge, reveling in the feel of her inner muscles fluttering around his cock and her voice penetrating the air, as he did so.

Ginny collapsed back down into Draco’s lap thoroughly sated and exhausted. The desire to fall across Draco’s chest and gather her strength and composure was great but she fought against the urge valiantly, managing to force herself onto her feet and away from his person. She wanted to be out of here. Needed to be out of here, to clear her head and come to terms with what happened and how it happened. Walking around the room, where her clothes were thrown all over the place, Ginny couldn’t collect them fast enough. Trying to retain as much dignity as possible she took a breath, cast a disinterested expression over her face and casually but quickly went about re-clothing herself.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief as well, relived Ginny seemed just as eager as he to be alone. Unlike himself, Ginny didn’t know why he had jumped on her for no apparent reason, and he had no intention of enlightening her. Draco was more than a little angry with himself for giving in to his emotions. He needed to be by himself to try and understand why for the first time in years, he had let himself succumb to feelings he knew were dangerous for him. Lifting himself up off the chair, the leather seat stuck to his arse and he winced as he rose. Bending over he leisurely pulled his pants and boxers up his legs, not bothering to refasten his belt. Taking the forgotten bottle of Firewhisky off the desk he took a long, grateful swing before running a hand through his damp hair and watching Ginny pull her undamaged clothes back on. After a minute she looked back at him and he held the bottle out to her shaking it lightly.

Tucking her wrinkled shirt back into her pants, Ginny realized she couldn’t go back out there looking… and feeling like this. She turned to Draco declining his silent offer of a drink with a shake of her head and asked in a voice she hoped was dispassionate.

“Could you perform a quick refreshing charm on me before I go back out there?”

The demon inside Draco awoke, and he channeled his anger at himself onto Ginny “I don’t think so.” he took another swig of whiskey.

“What?” Ginny thought she must have misheard him.

“I don’t particularly want to.”

“Why?’ Ginny was becoming slightly ruffled now, all hopes of leaving here without any trouble dying.

“Let’s just say it amuses me to see you uncomfortable.”

Pulling her shirt away from her clammy body, Ginny glared at Draco. Her clothes were sticking uncomfortably to her sweaty skin, her loose hair was a mess of curls and she knew her face must be flushed and moist. It would be obvious to anyone with half a brain what they had been doing in here if she walked out looking like this. Not to mention the more uncomfortable fact that she was wearing trousers with no underwear so Draco’s and her fluids were sticky on her thighs and she felt slippery every time she walked. She felt naked and dazed, not good for a woman who had a professional image to maintain. But for all of that Ginny did not want to get into a fight with Draco right now.

She didn’t want to ponder what had just happened. She didn’t want to dwell on why. She definitely didn’t want to talk about it with Malfoy, neither did he; they were two people who didn’t talk about feelings. There were no words needed. They were both confused, they both knew it. It was a mistake and they both knew it. It was amazing sex and they defiantly knew that. They didn’t have to acknowledge it to each other they just knew, and that was enough.

Giving up on any help from Draco, Ginny moved to leave the room knowing there was no reasoning with him when he was like this. However, as she reached the door she couldn’t resist one parting dig.

“By the way, someone named Amethyst sent an owl before I came in here.” Draco looked up at Ginny, slightly shocked. All she did was grin back maliciously “Well Malfoy, I guess we fixed your little problem.” laughing lightly Ginny walked out the door, swinging her hips as she went.

“Yeah” Draco said into the ether with a sigh “but now you’re my little problem.”

Outside the door Ginny looked at her recent handiwork on the plaque, realizing with a blush how right she was.

TBC

I hope you enjoyed this, I really thought we could use the D/G smut. What’s happened to it all lately?! Come on people, its getting depressing how little D/G there is.