Little Red Dress

LaydeLyra

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 6
Published: 02/03/2007
Last Updated: 02/03/2007
Status: in_progress

Draco and Ginny banter while shopping and while getting a little smutty later on.

Chapters

1. Red Dress

1. Red Dress

A/N 2007: This was written a long time ago for the first fic exchange I participated in, but I feel that we all need a little more D/G hanging around, so I decided to post it here as well. Hope everyone enjoys!

A/N: This is for Juliet from the dgfcexchange. I obviously own nothing Harry Potter, and even the prompt isn't my own idea. Here's the prompt for those of you who don't know and hope you enjoy! Thanks, as always to Resse for the beta. ~Gypsy

Rating(s) of the fic you want: R or NC-17

The tone/mood of the fic you want: Humor/snarkiness, naughtiness

One theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: Post Hogwarts Draco and Ginny shopping.

G: Does this dress look OK on me?

D: It'd look better on my bedroom floor.

G: You're going to have to try harder than that.

Little Red Dress

"Is there even a purpose to my being here... I'm beginning to feel a bit like a coat hanger." Draco's complaining voice may have been a little out of character, but he was draped in Ginny's purse, jacket, bags, and a few small accessories that made him uncertain about whether he should be putting them away or commenting on her aim as she cast them off.

"I need someone to give opinions on the dresses, and Hermione's busy planning the party."

"You don't even like my critiques of the outfits, can't I just leave you some gallons, and go home to be forgotten in this particular escapade?"

"You know we're going straight to the Burrow after this, after all I went through to get you invited you should appreciate that you have to come. As for your critiques quoting movies in order to get out of real opinions doesn't count."

"How about this one?" Ginny stepped out of the dressing room to face Draco's judgment on a light yellow sundress.

"You're a swell dish, I think I'm gonna go for you."

"Now you're just doing it on purpose." Draco's smirk did a lot to prove that point.

Initially, he had in fact accidentally quoted the muggle vernacular he'd seen in one of her movies, just because it was his first reaction to the slim cut, short, Slytherin green dress she'd been wearing. Now it was just fun to frustrate her as much as she was frustrating him.

"Why don't you let me come in... maybe I can give you better opinions if I see you getting into the dress..."

"As if you have ever been interested in watching me get into clothing."

"Yes, well, I will certainly be a lot quieter and better behaved if you let me in..."

"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."

"That wasn't even a worthy response."

"Just for once, try to remain decent."

"Gin, I have never tried to remain decent, why should I start while shopping."

"If you aren't decent, boyfriend, you'll do until something decent comes along."

"Now who's quoting."

"How does this dress look?" This time it was a brown halter top that set off the bright highlights in her hair and moved gracefully around her legs.

"Suck me, beautiful." Well, at least it was a direct response.

"Ugh, I hated that movie... I don't know how you talked me into it."

"Well, if you'd let me just talk you out of something I'd rather not do..."

"Not a chance, ace."

And with that she had disappeared once again into the little closet dressing room.

"I'm wearing and purchasing muggle clothes for you, doesn't it seem like I deserve at least a little slack?"

"No."

"So, what's the reaction to this one?" And she appeared again in a deep blue, short skirt with a matching bodice.

"Veuillez coucher avec moi."

"A été là-bas, fait cela.”

"Touché, though not my desired answer."

"Too bad. I refuse to be seduced out of this reunion." She moved once again behind the door.

"That's your opinion, I'm not even close to done." In response, the previous bodice came flying at his head and he became certain that the other accessories had not been due to poor aim. Even so, he stoically accepted the new addition to his collection of her castoffs.

He wrinkled his nose as she stepped out once again in a red dress with cap sleeves, a knee length hem, and golden embroidery accents. He didn't like it when she wore red. She saw his reaction and hesitantly responded.

"Does this dress look OK on me?"

"It'd look better on my bedroom floor."

"You're going to have to try harder than that."

"Not if that's really the only good thing to be said for it."

"I've only got one more in here... if you want me to ever make a choice, you'd better give me a reasonable opinion on at least one of them."

"I've given reasonable opinions."

"Movie quotes and slightly offensive pick-up lines are not reasonable opinions." Her response was delivered over her shoulder as she closed the door one last time.

"I thought you liked muggle things."

"Art, Draco. I like muggle art. Photography, painting, even clothing, you favor muggle movies."

"Well, can I really be expected to spend my time commenting on dresses when all I actually want to do is drag you back to the manor and shag you senseless."

"Draco, that is nearly always what you'd rather be doing."

"True. But some of those dresses really were smashing."

"Why didn't you say that when I was trying them on."

"Because then you'd stop trying them on, and besides, I don't want you looking shagable when Potter's around and I can't touch you."

"Harry is in a committed relationship, and the fact that you shouldn't be touching me rarely stops you."

"Yes, but imminent death is not so much a possibility as when all of your family is in the immediate vicinity."

"I'm glad you've come to the inevitable conclusion that you'll have to accept the day with my family."

"I certainly have not. I still intend to distract you."

She opened the door and stepped out in an off the shoulder black dress and placed her hands on her hips to contemplate him. "And how do you plan to do that."

She blinked as all of the things that had been draped over him crashed to the ground and he moved swiftly toward her, crashing his lips to hers and moving them both back into the dressing room.

His lips moved over her mouth demandingly as his hands moved to bring down the zipper at the back of her dress. She moaned into his mouth and melted against him as he pulled the straps of the dress down to her waist, freeing her breasts and trapping her arms.

She moved her hands to grasp the waistband of his muggle trousers and pulled him into herself as he moved his mouth down her neck and began sucking and caressing her breasts.

"Oh, bloody hell." The curse came out in a breathy voice demonstrating that she was not entirely immune to his ministrations.

She pressed his wand (which she had managed to retrieve from his pocket) to his side. "Draco, you keep pushing this and I'll apparate us into the family quidditch game as we are."

Draco stopped his caresses and dropped his head into the curve of her shoulder.

"You are an evil witch."

"Which is of course the attraction for you." She was slightly surprised to find herself not the least bothered to have her boyfriend leaning against her while she stood half naked in a dressing room.

"You'd better let me get you the red one then."

"You hated the red one, and besides, I don't want you to buy my dress."

"I do hate it, it clashes with your hair, but I'm only going to let you wear it once and it's the only one that will allow me to get through the afternoon without dragging you into some closet or another. Therefore, you should let me buy it."

"I'm sure there's a hole in that logic somewhere." But he had already swept the red dress off the floor and out of the room, presumably to pay for it. She put her original clothes back on, retrieved the purse and jacket from the pile of things he'd been previously holding and rejoined him, and her new dress, at the checkout counter.

"Are you ready to head to the Burrow?"

"Since I'm willing to say yes, I've decided there's something distinctly wrong with me."

"Everything wrong with you I like." She kissed him lightly on the lips before they apparated from the alleyway.

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Moments after a, generally pleasant, afternoon with Ginny's family, Potter, and Granger, Draco had her once again pinned to a wall. This one being in his bedroom, where he took immediate delight in removing her from the Gryffindor themed dress and tossing it behind him onto the dark green carpet.

As they kissed passionately, she was removing his shirt and pants and trying not to get overly distracted by his roaming hands. Once she was successful in stripping him down to his boxers, she gave up trying to fight the feeling of his hands and let herself be overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Draco... bed."

Without a sound, he lifted her up to let her legs wrap around him and brought her over to collapse onto his bed.

Without further hesitation, their final scraps of clothing were removed and he plunged into her. His thrusts were even and fast as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought them closer together. It was not long before they were falling over the edge together.

"You're good... I think I'll keep you." He smiled as he gathered her to himself again.

"I gotta warn ya, every man I've ever gone out with has been ruined." Her voice was sleepy as she responded to his prompt, but he was quick on the response.

"Well, that's what they get for messing with my girl."

Not long after that, he returned his attention to caressing her, kissing her, arousing both of them for the more leisurely love making that they had missed the first time. It was hours before they both fell into a restful, sated, sleep.

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Draco woke when he felt the chill of being alone in the bed. He looked across the room to see his gloriously naked girlfriend sitting in the candlelight at the easel he had given her for her last birthday. Draping himself half out of the bed, he turned to see what she was painted and noticed only her discarded new dress faintly against the dark green of his floor.

"What are you doing?"

"I decided you were right... it really does look better there." And she smiled as she finished her painting and allowed herself to be pulled back into his embrace.

A/N: Here are my other disclaimers: "If you aren't decent..." is from China Seas; "Everything wrong with you I like." is from A Guy Named Joe; "You're a swell dish..." is from Public Enemy; "Suck me, beautiful." is from American Pie; "I gotta warn ya..." is from Bugsy. As for the French translations: Veuillez coucher avec moi = Come to bed with me and is from Moulin Rouge. A été là-bas, fait cela = Been there, done that (Any issues with the French should be directed to Babblefish, since I take no credit other than knowing what I wanted to say).