This was originally a fic for the DG Fic Exchange written for slytherinwench.
Thank you so much to Persephone33 for the wonderfully quick and fantastic beta given from her death bed!
Also, thank you to SparkNotes for their absolutely wonderful synopsis of Pygmalion by Bernard Shaw, as this fic is loosely based upon that play.
I do not own anything relatively Harry Potter related nor the play that this story was based upon. I do, however, own
my own characterizations, the additional offshoots of the story line, and other various bits throughout the story.
The original prompt was as follows:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive:
The tone/mood of the fic: It can have its dark points, but I'd like a non-wrist slitting
ending.
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: Pygmalion, My Fair Lady, etc. (Draco
has to make her into a Lady for whatever purpose)
Canon or AU? Either
Rating of the the fic you want: Any, but I do adore NC-17
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Weak, sissy or crying Draco
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Draco stood in the palatial bathroom of his penthouse flat in London. He eyed his reflection thoughtfully, looking for the slightest imperfection. After finding none, he walked out into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine, and awaited his lovely dinner companion.
He didn't have to wait long. A soft knock at the door signaled her arrival, and he walked to the door to let her in.
She was breathtaking. He had always heard about blokes going soft over how gorgeous a woman was, but he'd never believed it would happen to him. He'd never wanted it to happen to him, but it had.
"Hello," she said breathily. She craned her neck upwards to brush her lips across his before she breezed through the doorway and into the foyer.
"Is there any wine?"
"Of course. I got your favourite." Draco poured Ginny a glass of her favourite white wine. She took a sip and made a sound low in her throat.
"Mmm, that's good."
"You look beautiful." He hadn't meant to blurt it out like that. He did have a certain amount of finesse left in him - it just escaped him whenever she entered a room.
Her smile made him forget his inner monologue. "Thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere."
He smiled softly and led her into the dining area where dinner would be served. They ate contentedly and spoke of inconsequential things. It was perfect, though they never told each other that.
"You always use the wrong fork. You know that, right?"
Ginny sighed and rubbed her temples. "Please, don't start, Draco. What does it matter if I use the wrong fork? It's just us here. You're the only one who knows what fork I use."
"I was just pointing it out. I just thought perhaps you'd like to use the correct fork, and you'd never know you were using the wrong one if someone didn't point it out."
"You've pointed it out many times before, Draco, and I obviously have no interest in using the appropriate fork. I like this one," she held up her salad fork, "the tongs aren't so short that you can't eat properly and they aren't so long that you end up ramming it into teeth when you're eating. I just like this one, so, can I please eat in peace?"
"That's you're salad fork, for the record."
"All right! Can I please eat my dinner in peace with my bleeding salad fork?"
"Of course, but there is no reason to yell."
Ginny sighed again and searched for a topic to change the conversation with. "I saw you and Blaise talking today. What did dear-heart Blaise have to say?"
"We made a friendly wager."
"Still trying to get that Aston Martin off him? I thought you lot had gotten past that. Why don't you just go buy one for yourself?"
"It takes all the sport out of it."
"What is the bet this time? What are the terms?"
"It's none of your concern, darling."
"And why not?"
"Because I said so, of course. Now, didn't you promise me dessert?"
"I'm not finished eating yet. I'd also like some more wine."
"Are you sure you're not finished?"
"I'm sure."
Draco got an evil smirk on his face which alarmed Ginny slightly. "Draco, whatever you're thinking, don't do it." Ginny rose from the table and began backing away from Draco only to have him prowl after her.
"And what will you do to me if I go through with it?"
"I'm not sure. I'll have to think about it."
Draco moved so fast that Ginny didn't have time to react. Draco hoisted Ginny up onto his shoulder.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Ginny thrashed around to the best of her ability, but to no avail.
"I'm ready for dessert, and I'm sure you are as well."
"Who says?"
"I say. I'm sure I'll have to convince you, but I'm also sure that I'll succeed."
"Hmph. Such a cocky prat."
"Cocky is right, darling. I must say that dress looks smashing on, but it will look even better on the floor."
"You're such a heathen."
"And you love it."
Draco walked through the doorway into his bedroom and deposited Ginny's feet on the floor. He took his time kissing her neck, letting his hands roam her body.
She moaned low in her throat. "See, I told you I could convince you," Draco said smugly.
"Well, get on with it, then," Ginny responded.
Draco ran his hands up the side of her face and kissed her deeply. Ginny's hands fluttered down his stomach and made quick work of his belt buckle. Pressing her palm to his most intimate part, Ginny began making shallow pumping motions much to Draco's pleasure.
"Wench." Draco made a meal of Ginny's neck while he unzipped and divested her of her little black dress. The cold air made Ginny's nipples pucker in the most delightful way, and Draco quickly cupped them in his hands.
Ginny grabbed the waistband of Draco's pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. Draco scrambled to pull her back to her feet, but Ginny made herself comfortable by kneeling on the floor.
Draco knew what was next. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in anticipation. She was too good at this. Draco's most impure thoughts came when he thought about all the evil, nasty things he'd like to do to the blokes that taught her to be this good. He waited, but still nothing came. He heard Ginny giggle.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Your face. It's priceless. It looks like you're about to be executed or something."
"No, not executed, darling. I have to concentrate or everything will be over far earlier than either one of us want it to be. You're simply too talented for your own good."
This statement seemed to cause Ginny a great amount of pride. Suddenly, the look on her face changed. "Oh, so am I to understand that you want me to put that," she pointed to his penis, "in my mouth?"
"That's the general idea, love."
"Oh, I don't know if I should. I'll probably do it wrong."
"No, love, you could never do it wrong."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
"Well, all right, then." Ginny suddenly sucked all of him into her mouth. Draco made a hissing sound and threw his head back. He could hear all the delicious sounds her actions were causing, and he began reciting ancient Quidditch statistics in his head to keep from coming on the spot.
He was enjoying all of her ministrations as much as one could in spite of the Quidditch stats when he felt a little tap on his hip bone. Draco looked down at Ginny, his penis half in and half out of her mouth. When he caught her eyes and she moaned, vibrating him in the most delicious ways.
"You are quite the little tart, aren't you?"
Ginny agreed and Draco moaned loudly at the vibrations going through him once again.
"That's enough - enough," he pushed at her shoulders, "I'll come right now if you don't stop!"
Ginny let his cock fall out of her mouth as Draco pulled her upright. He kissed her thoroughly and pushed her knickers down her legs to the floor. He grabbed her behind her thighs and lifted, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, and they toppled down on the bed together.
They were kissing madly as if they would die without each other. Ginny was fully aware that he wouldn't stop his assault on her until she lost every ounce of control she had. Honestly, she had no choice in the matter. Even with all of his derisive comments about her leaving the house with no make-up or hair charms, or the constant harping about which fork she used, she still loved him as if her life depended upon it.
Ginny moaned and arched up into Draco when he slid two fingers inside of her. Each time he hit the sweet little spot inside of her, she let out the most alluring moan. That sound shot straight to Draco's groin. He didn't know how much more he could take, so he snaked down Ginny's body until he could latch on to her clit with a mixture of teeth, tongue and lips.
She arched off of the bed when her orgasm surged through her. Draco was sure she'd torn out at least one chunk of his hair, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He crawled back up her body and entrenched himself between her thighs. He slid himself into her heat and stayed perfectly still.
She loved it when he built up the anticipation like this. She looked up into his stormy eyes and kissed him passionately. She ran her fingers down his sides, and Draco took in a sharp breath.
"I love you, but you already knew that," Draco said softly.
"I should, you tell me enough." Ginny lifted her hips slightly.
Draco lowered himself onto his elbows and wrapped his arms around Ginny's frame. He was hard-pressed to admit it, but he liked sex more like this - slow, sensual, like they were bonding. Ginny told him it was the difference between making love and fucking, and he wasn't going to argue.
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