The sun streamed in and hit his hair so that it looked like it was glowing silver. Ginny watched as his dark eyelashes fluttered in his sleep and he mumbled about something. In the four years since she had last seen him she had dreamed of the day that he would return to her life, to her bed. Although she had run from the magical world and her past frantically out of hurt and defiance of all that she had believed in. Ginny remembered the first day Draco had approached her and in itself won her heart.
She was late to class, again. Lately it seemed that her heart wasn't in learning charms and potions and what had happened to wizards and witches before her. Ginny felt tired physically and mentally. One could only handle so much education. She could perform great magic and was one of the top pupils in her class without even putting effort into it. It all came naturally to her and she, like her twin brothers, thought she just didn't need class anymore. It was her sixth year and she was almost a legal witch. All she wanted to do was escape and spread her wings.
The war was raging outside the castle, but inside everyone could pretend that life was innocent, everyone but Ginny. Ever since her first year she had no idea what innocent could be. She was the cause of so many pertifications that if not by dumb luck would have been deaths. Ginny knew that she had drawn Harry to his near death, but she felt she made it up to him by helping at the Ministry in her fourth year. People lose their adolescence pretty fast when Harry Potter was in their lives, more than one form of adolescence in her case. A laugh erupted from her lips at this. Harry had been her first in her fifth year. Claiming that he was ending their relationship for her protection and then taking her to bed. It was so slick that Harry couldn't have possibly planned it all happening. He wasn't the planning type in the group, which was Hermione's role; he was the "things fall in my lap" one. Again Ginny laughed out.
"It's not wise, or healthy to laugh at oneself, Weasley," a cool drawling voice came from beside her.
"It's quite odd that you hide behind statues Malfoy. I thought your family was keen on flaunting themselves about, or are you doing us all a favor and trying to disappear," Ginny snapped while stopping in her path and glaring at the form behind the statue.
Draco Malfoy then chose to show himself and walked haughtily out from behind the statue with his chin held high. Ginny eyed him curiously. She, like all females at Hogwarts, had noticed his attractiveness but unlike the other girls she didn't fawn over him. "I was just waiting fro something interesting to happen, too bad you interrupted that." He spat looking her up and down. While she was a Weasley she was the most attractive of the bunch which was a good thing of course since she was the only girl. She was shapely, but in the old-fashioned hourglass way. Her hips were noticeable under her slim waist and large breasts. Brown eyes peered curiously at Draco under her long mane of red hair. She was confident and snarky with a side of wit to rival most Slytherins.
"Right Malfoy, I'm probably the only interesting person that would talk to you anymore," Ginny shot back observing his interest in her body. She saw something cross his eyes, acceptance maybe. At this she laughed knowing she had just one upped a Malfoy. "Thanks, now I have something in the present to laugh at."
Draco stared at Ginny's retreating back noticing the way her hair glowed copper in the rays of the sun and the way it bounced as she walked away with confidence. Gathering his mind back to her remark he commented back. "Laughing at old shags again Weasley?"
Ginny stopped in her path and slowly spun around pinning Draco with an entertained smirk, one that rivaled Draco's. "Oh yes, Malfoy. Just got done one, heading onto another, jealous?" And then she spun back around and strode off towards class.
What Malfoy wants, Malfoy gets, and I love her attitude, his mind ran through and he went the opposite direction wearing a mischievous look.
Laying next to the boy that she had once hated she smiled at the memory. Not many people could keep up with her. She had found that out with Michael, Dean, and especially Harry. Of course she could flutter her eyelashes and smile innocently portraying the angel her mother wanted her to be, but any that got to see behind that mask could plainly see that she was anything but an angel.
Ginny rolled over to face Draco and ran her fingers lightly along his back. Four years had passed since they ended and she still knew him so well. To everyone else he was finely tuned with perfect hair and posture. To Ginny she knew that after the lights went out his hair became disheveled and his posture was "curved" so to speak. He slept on his stomach with his face squished into the pillow and a puddle of spit formed around his mouth. In coherent words poured from his mouth and he sometimes twitched oddly in his sleep.
Ginny sat up and stretched her sore limbs then leaned over and started doing lazy eights on the back of Draco's neck with her fingernails. Slowly he started to stir and opened his eyes to see her sitting proudly nude and proudly next to him. His arm reached up and curled her to him.
"Too early, go back to sleep," he murmured pulling her closer to him.
"Quit it Draco I don't want my face in your spit," she joked at him.
"Malfoy's don't drool, we moisturize."
Ginny laughed at this. "Oh, I missed that line. Along with we don't talk in our sleep we has out plans."
Draco turned his head away from her and pulled his arm down to his side. Ginny wouldn't let him go that easily though. She slid her hand down to his butt and slowly put it under Draco to caress him. That immediately got his attention. He turned his head back towards her and looked at her with lust filled eyes. Before she could say his name Draco had her pinned down and was nipping at her neck. A laugh poured from her because she was about to get her morning sex that she had always cherished.
"Laughing at your current shag again, Weasley? Not very bright is it, seeing as I have all the control?"
Ginny proved he was right by trying to move her arms that were pinned up by her head. Draco chuckled but then groaned as she moved her hips against his to tease his obviously awake groin.
"Should've been in Slytherin," were the last words over his lips before he thrust into her eliciting a moan from his tease.
She expected him to continue his thrusts but he stayed still inside of her with one eyebrow risen inviting her to challenge him. She tried to wiggle under him but he had her firmly stilled. Instead she decided to show him what she had learned while he had been away and tightened her muscles around his cock firmly which brought a low groan from his throat. Again a laugh came from her causing him to groan again and he gave her an evil look. Ginny knew she was going to get payback from him for it.
"I love you, Ginny," he whispered in her ear as he slowly thrust in and out of her. Her whimpers emanated under him wanting to go faster or harder, but he wanted to love her fully.
"Please, Draco," she begged him. The only response she got was a kiss from him and he kept his steady rhythm while steadily gazing into her eyes. Ginny's cinnamon eyes were heavy lidded and had sparkles of gold in them which proved that she was quite horny. Draco flashed his trademark smirk at her and she groaned and bucked against him wanting more.
"You woke a sleeping dragon, Ginevra. What did you expect?"
"Something not quite so Hufflepuff," she retorted.
Draco flashed a smile at her and then pounded into her suddenly, fast and hard. When he felt her start to clench around him he stopped and went back to his slow and steady pace. Hot fire burned in Ginny's eyes with these movements. She helped up her hand and showed him with two fingers how close she had been to her nirvana. A laugh erupted from Draco's throat at the torture he was eliciting. Ginny shook her head and laid it on the pillow as if giving up.
"How very Gryffindor to give up," he drawled.
A slow smirk spread over her face. "Just planning on how to get what I want my dear Slytherin," then without a warning she reached down and joined her pussy in encircling his penis. Draco sighed at the added pressure and then gasped when she moved her hand down to massage his balls.
With heavy eyes Draco reached down and grabbed Ginny's hands to put them back over her head and began picking up his rhythm to go deeper and faster into her. A scream erupted from Ginny's lips as she tumbled over the edge of bliss.
Ginny laid there a little bit trying to catch her breath when she started laughing.
"What are you on about, bint?" Draco asked pulling out of her.
"Miracle of miracles/Look what the night dragged in/It's a pocket full of misery/And trouble on the wind/You spoiled the best years/Of your life/You took them all in vain/Now you think that you're forgiven/But you can't be born again/And you say." She sang looking up into Draco's eyes with challenge lacing through them.
"Why?" He asked not knowing that was the next lyric.
"I love you Drake. Keep proving yourself like that, and I met let you fully back in." Ginny stated before leaning up to kiss him fully.
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