Disclaimer: Everything from the Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not getting paid for this.
Now as a warning, THERE WILL BE SMUT. I hadn't really intended for much smut when I first started writing this. But after the flashback, well, it was inevitable. If you don't want to read it, you can simply skip over it. It's after the break. And pretty much extends to the end of the chapter.
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Ginny busied herself helping the disgruntled house elf clean up the remains of the day. The house elf, Polly, had been a large amount of help on Ginny's first day back at the bakery. Polly had singlehandedly managed to deliver tea and pastries to patrons without being seen. All Ginny had to do was set the pastries on the back counter and Polly would magic them onto the table, along with the tea, which the little house elf had taken upon herself to make. Polly had been such a help that Ginny couldn't bear to let her go, much to the little elf's pleasure.
Polly was slightly put off when Ginny tried to help her clean up at the end of the day, more so when Ginny offered to pay her. The house elf's eyes had widened to the point that Ginny thought they would never go back to normal. And then she had burst into tears, much to Ginny's horror. Polly had been offended by Ginny's offer. It wasn't until Ginny said that she wouldn't pay Polly that the house elf finally calmed down.
Of course, Ginny didn't want to accept the house elf's help without some type of payment. So, she had promptly offered Polly a place to stay, either with Ginny at the flat, or in the bakery itself. It had come as a shock to hear Polly say that she had been staying in Ginny's flat, in her kitchen nonetheless. But Ginny had stamped down the feeling of being encroached upon and offered the little house elf a small smile. This seemed to please Polly as she immediately went into a tirade about the nice cupboard that she had enlarged on the inside to make a bedroom.
"Master Draco," Polly yelled as the door flew open.
Draco seemed uncomfortable with Polly's attention. "Polly, I'm not your master any longer. Ginny is."
"I am not," Ginny retorted.
Polly took one look between the two before bursting into tears. "Polly is without master."
"Look what you did," Ginny accused, pointing at the sobbing house elf.
Draco smirked. "Polly, Ginny is not your master. She is your mistress."
Polly perked up. "Oh, right. Is Mistress Ginny wanting anything?"
"No thanks, Polly," Ginny said sullenly. "You can head to the flat, I suppose."
"Polly will be making dinner for Mistress Ginny's brother." Polly disappeared with a loud crack before Ginny could say anything.
"Polly's a good house elf," Draco said.
"She's a bit emotional," Ginny murmured distractedly. She couldn't help but to admire the way Draco looked in his business attire. The dark suit contrasted perfectly with his alabaster skin, the gray tie bringing out the color in his eyes. He looked ravishing. "I take it you just came from your meeting."
"Yes," he said curtly. "Are you ready to go?"
Ginny looked down at her own clothing. She hadn't really given much thought to it when she had gotten dressed earlier in the day. She had only been thinking about her day at the bakery, not about her impending date with Draco. She, unlike Draco, did not need to wear fancy clothing for her job. And today she had opted for a cardigan, t-shirt, jeans, and trainers. It was one of her more casual days, unfortunately.
"Should I pop upstairs and change?"
He shook his head. "You're fine."
"Are you sure?" Ginny eyed his suit once more. "It would only take a second."
"Come along," he said, moving out of the shop.
Ginny didn't allow herself to be upset by the fact that he was ordering her around. She followed him out the doors, pausing to enact the wards around the bakery. As she spun around to find Draco, she collided with his chest. She was about to comment on his rude blockage of her walking space but was cut off by the fact that he had wrapped his arm around her waist, Apparating them away.
The minute they landed, Ginny smacked his chest. "Must you always do that?"
"Do what?" The corners of his lips turned up in an almost smile. To Ginny's eyes, it looked more like a taunting smirk.
"Forget it," Ginny muttered, deciding to observe her surroundings. They were on a Quidditch pitch. "Why are we here?"
Draco removed two small objects out of his pocket, which Ginny noticed to be two shrunken brooms. With whispered words, they became two full-sized brooms, hovering before them. They were unlike anything Ginny had seen before. Upon closer inspection, she realized it to be the broom that Draco has said he would be testing, the Nimbus 4000.
"Are you up for a game, Weasley?"
Ginny ran her hand along the finely crafted broom. "Are you, Malfoy?"
"I propose a wager." He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them carelessly onto the grass. As he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, he said, "The first to catch the Snitch wins a prize."
"What kind of prize?" Ginny was more interested in the flying than the game.
"Anything they ask from the loser," Draco said. Ginny was about to protest. But he cut her off. "It won't be immoral or out of reach."
Ginny bit her lip before shaking his hand. "You've got a deal."
Draco removed a golden ball from his pocket. "Well then, let's begin."
Ginny straddled the broom, taking off into the air. The feeling of the wind in her hair, hitting her face with a stinging sensation, was heavenly. It had been such a long time since she had this feeling, the flip flops in her stomach. She looked down at the vast expanse of air between her and the ground. It sent wonderful chills up her spine.
Her eyes landed on Draco and she found herself hovering to stare at him, his form. He flew with the expertise of someone who had spent years on a broom. Ginny thought back to the many days at in the Gryffindor common room where she had partook in the speculation of him buying his way on the team. However, it was clear that had not been the case at all. Draco had superb skills on the broom, much like Harry. However, Harry had a large amount of luck on his side, whereas Draco did not.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Draco had positioned himself next to her.
"Did you like the view?"
Ginny blushed as she said, "It was marvelous."
"I know," he said smugly.
"Usually, one would say thank you," Ginny commented.
"I can show thanks," Draco said suggestively.
"Is that so?" Ginny grinned. "Mr. Malfoy, I don't like your tone."
Draco leaned close to her, his lips mere inches from her own. "I win."
"Huh?" Ginny's eyes were glazed, her lips slightly parted. "What?"
Draco revealed the snitch in his hand, which had been hovering by Ginny's broom. "I win."
"You distracted me," Ginny exclaimed.
"Can I help it if you're so easily distracted?" Draco waggled his eyebrows. "Now, I do believe you have a prize to give."
"I do. We'll find out what after I get to fly around for a bit."
Ginny didn't wait for him to reply, taking off on the broom. She looped through the air, doing stunts and tricks which had her limbs aching from their nonuse. Draco, deciding that he should thoroughly test out his new broom, took off after her, causing the ensuing game of him chasing Ginny around the pitch, without success. She was faster on a broom than he had remembered, especially on this broom.
Finally, after her muscles were too sore for her to continue to fly, she landed gracefully on the grass, a broad smile on her face. She hadn't got to spend much time with Draco. But she had gotten to fly for the first time in a long time, not to mention the broom had been spectacular. She would have to give Draco her own comments on the broom as soon as he landed. She had thought he would have landed right after her. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying himself, flying around above her.
After some time of Draco flying around, Ginny realized he wasn't planning on landing anytime soon. She carefully placed the broom on the ground next to his jacket before sitting down on the grass. She folded his jacket into a pillow of sorts and laid back, content to watch him fly above her in the dim lighting of the Quidditch pitch. It would give her some time to think about Draco Malfoy and the conundrum he had become, not to mention his family.
Narcissa was obviously taken with her. That much was obvious in the lengths she went through to try and throw Ginny and Draco into compromising situations. Plus there was the fact that she had been hinting at Ginny what kind of clothing Draco liked best on women, which Ginny had promptly ignored. She would not be changing her attire for Draco. If he liked her, he would have to like all of her, casual clothes and all. Besides, if Lucius Malfoy of all people could accept her, then so could everyone else.
And Lucius Malfoy had certainly accepted her. If his acceptance was not shown by the ring he gave her, then it was by the fact that reporters were nowhere to be seen around her bakery. She had spent the entire day free from any questions from reporters trying to get the latest news about her and Draco's lovechild as Serena had been called. The name didn't suit her, though. As it had become common knowledge amongst all the elders within her close knit group of friends and family that Serena had been the result of a convenient coupling.
Her eyes landed on Draco as her thoughts drifted to her friends and family. He had somehow managed to wriggle his way into her family, amongst her brothers. They seemed to have some sort of respect for him after the Tracey debacle, all except Percy. He still refused to believe he could trust a Malfoy. Of course, he had no idea what had been done to Tracey but Ginny didn't let that bother her. Percy was her least favorite brother. Her favorite had and probably always would be Ron, who had found himself fancying Pansy Parkinson of all people.
Pansy Parkinson was yet another conundrum. Ginny had never thought that she would ever become good friends with the Slytherin girl. But she had. In fact, Pansy had become one of her closest friends, especially because of the fact that she had taken over at the bakery while Ginny had been in the hospital. And Pansy had said she would be returning to help out at the bakery. However, today she had been busy with some familial things so she couldn't make it. That didn't matter to Ginny though. The only thing that mattered was that Pansy actually wanted to help.
Ginny snapped out of her thoughts as a figure blocked her view of the stars that had recently surfaced. Draco's hair was mussed from all the flying, sweat visible on his face and lower arms. All in all, he had never looked better. There was something about the afterglow of flying that made Ginny want to drag him on top of her and let him have his wicked way. For a second, she entertained the thought, especially as he moved to sit next to her.
"Shall I ask for my prize now?"
Ginny hoped it was something along the lines of a kiss. "Go ahead."
"I want you to bake me something," he said.
"That's it?" Ginny was slightly disappointed.
"What did you think I was going to ask?" At the blush staining her cheeks, he smirked. "That would fall under the category of immoral. You could just ask."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," Ginny said with a sniff.
"Are you sure?" He arched an eyebrow. "Your blush is betraying your true feelings."
"What do you want me to bake you?" Ginny forged on, despite the blushing.
"Something with chocolate," he replied.
"That sweet tooth of yours," Ginny mumbled.
Draco stiffened beside her. "Now would be a good time to leave. You go on ahead."
"Why?" asked Ginny. She was enjoying the fresh air and the twinkling stars above her.
"Someone's coming," he said, looking behind him at the entrance.
Ginny listened. And sure enough, the sound of voices could be heard. "I'll meet you at my flat. You can Apparate outside."
At his nod, she stood and Apparated on the spot, appearing inside her flat. The smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air as she made her way into the kitchen. She was somewhat surprised to find Ron and Pansy at the dinner table, Polly clearing up the remains of what looked to be lasagna and rolls. They had opted for Italian it seemed. And by the looks of their contented faces, it had been good. It made her own stomach growl, especially thinking about the fact that she had not eaten anything since that morning.
"Hey, Ginny," Ron greeted. "Where've you been?"
"Out," Ginny said. "Draco is coming here. I have to bake something chocolaty for him."
"Is there a reason?" asked Pansy curiously.
"We wagered on something and I lost." Ginny removed her cardigan, frowning at the grass stains. "Damn."
"Why do you have grass stains?" asked Ron.
"I was lying in the grass," Ginny answered as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Do you lie in the grass often?" Pansy was highly amused.
Ginny didn't answer. "Polly, I'll have a plate of those leftovers. I'm starving."
"Of course, Mistress Ginny," Polly squeaked. "Will Mistress be needing anything else?"
"No, thank you," Ginny replied. A knock sounded at the door and the house elf tried to scurry away to get it. "I'll get it, Polly."
Polly seemed a bit disgruntled but said, "Yes, Mistress."
Ginny tossed her cardigan in her room before going to open the door. Draco stood outside, more composed than he had been when Ginny last saw him. He had put back on his jacket and fixed his hair. It made Ginny feel decidedly frumpy, especially seeing as how there were grass stains on the back of her jeans. And she was sure her hair was probably sticking out at all ends from flying.
"Ron and Pansy are here," Ginny said as he entered the flat. "They were having dinner. I'm about to eat as well. Are you hungry?"
He inhaled the scent of lasagna and freshly baked bread. "I am now."
Ginny smiled. "I didn't say anything to them about us. I only said that I lost a wager to you, which is why I am about to bake you something."
"Simple enough," he said.
"You can go in there," Ginny replied. "I'm going to take a quick shower. I won't be long. I simply can't eat all sweaty and gross."
"Alright," Draco said.
Ginny rushed off to her room, shedding her clothes as soon as the door had shut. She couldn't stand the thought of being around an impeccably dressed Draco wearing grass stained jeans and a sweaty t-shirt. It wasn't as if she would be changing into some fancy dress or anything. She just felt like wearing some clean clothes. And as she stepped into the bathtub, she reasoned with herself that she would still be wearing her own clothes. Therefore, she was not going against her rule of changing herself for Draco. And in the past, she would have never eaten dinner sweaty either. So, really, this was still part of being her. She was not changing.
Ginny felt content as she stepped out of the shower. She was now clean and sweat free. Instead of toweling off, she cast a drying charm on both herself and her hair, leaving her hair in its naturally wavy state. She wasn't going to do anything with it, except maybe pin it back and out of her face. She waltzed into her room and opened her drawers, removing a satin and lace pair of knickers with matching bra. She became flustered as she realized why she was taking out this set of underwear.
Deciding not to think much on it, she withdrew a charcoal gray oversized tank top, drawing it on over her undergarments. She usually wore it with another top underneath but decided that if a little hint of lace showed from underneath her tank top, it wouldn't be so bad, not in front of Draco at least. Thinking of Draco waiting on her, she quickly put on a new pair of jeans, tighter ones, and pulled her hair back before leaving the room.
She heard laughter coming from the kitchen, Draco's laughter to be exact. She was more than surprised to see him laughing with, not Pansy, but Ron. Pansy seemed a little surprised as well. They were, apparently, trading insults, and laughing about it. It was all a little odd for Ginny. So, she busied herself with heating up the two plates of food Polly had left out, and ushering the house elf off to take a break in her cupboard, which, to Ginny's shock, looked like a house.
"Here you are." Ginny set the lasagna down in front of Draco. "Would you like some wine or Firewhisky?"
"Wine," Draco said.
"Red or white?" asked Ginny as she moved back into the kitchen.
"Red," he answered.
"Does anyone else want anything?" Ginny looked between her brother and Pansy, who were both exchanging glances.
"No," said Pansy. She winked at Ginny. "Ron's going to take me home."
"I am?" asked Ron. He grimaced when Pansy elbowed him. "Yes, I am. Come on. I'll get your cloak from my room."
Ginny mouthed her thanks to Pansy as the two left the room. She had hardly had anytime to actually speak to Draco. Most of their time had been spent flying with the small conversation in between. If they were going to try and have a relationship, they would need to talk. She needed to know more about him and see if they were compatible in places other from the bedroom. Though, she didn't really know if they were compatible there either.
"Here I thought this wouldn't be a dinner date," Ginny commented lightly as she sat down. The bottle of wine sat in between them, both of their glasses filled. "Shall we toast?"
He lifted his glass and said, "To Serena."
"I can toast to that," Ginny murmured, tapping his glass lightly with her own. They settled into silence as they began to eat. And Ginny couldn't take it. She felt as if his eyes were always on her. If she had looked down, she would have realized it was because her bra was indeed making a small appearance. "So, how did the business meeting with Lucius go?"
"Well," Draco replied, sipping his wine. "I was there to see to some things about the Falcons, just boring things like contracts and the like. And my father wanted to give me an update of the company. It wasn't as boring as I would have imagined."
"I would hope not," Ginny said. "That is your future after all. But speaking of the Falcons, are you excited for the upcoming season?"
"We're training hard." Draco polished off his food, pouring another glass of wine for both he and Ginny soon after. "Sometimes I feel as if I'm pushing them too hard. At the same time, I don't think I push them hard enough."
"Don't you ever want to be out there and play yourself?" Ginny stared into the depths of the red liquid in her glass. "You seemed to love flying so much when we were out there on the pitch tonight. And even I will admit you have talent. You could have made it professionally."
He sighed. "I'm not as good as I used to be. During the war, I was often called upon for punishment, especially after not succeeding in the task that had been handed to me. It's safe to say that I couldn't do the rigorous training that I would have to do in order to play."
"So many lives destroyed," Ginny murmured sadly.
He shrugged. "Those who can't do, teach."
"That is very optimistic of you, Mr. Malfoy." Ginny's hand closed around her wine. "Be careful, I might start thinking you're really a softy on the inside."
"Blame your daughter," Draco said. "I haven't the energy left in me to keep up my evil exterior."
"So many women would be disappointed to hear you say that," Ginny teased. "Half the fun is in trying to turn the bad boy into someone suitable to bring home to Mum."
"And the other half?" he queried.
"Mmm, the other half is enjoying the bad boy in bed." The two glasses of wine certainly had loosened her tongue. Although, Ginny was beginning to believe that Draco had that profound effect on her. "We all know that they're the best."
"Is that so?" His eyes darkened. "And am I?"
"I don't have anyone to compare you to." Ginny's cheeks were painfully red as she realized what she had just said. "I think I'll have some more wine."
"You haven't shagged anyone since me?" Draco didn't usually show emotions. But shock was all over his face.
It made Ginny feel somewhat foolish. She had assumed he had enjoyed their night together. He had hinted at it more than enough times. However, she was beginning to have her doubts. He had never really come out and said anything of the sort, minus his innuendos. And she hadn't really been experienced. She still wasn't. Perhaps he was just toying with her, joking all along. The thought had her refilling her cup, mindless of the fact that Draco's eyes were reflecting nothing but lust.
"I would have thought you would have been with someone in America," he continued to say. "I mean it's been seven years since you and I shagged."
Ginny glared. "Thank you for making it sound as if I'm a complete and total idiot. I know that it's been seven years. I simply haven't had any urges to run off and do that sort of thing with anyone."
Draco smirked. "You certainly seem to want to do that sort of thing with me."
"By all means, rub it in my face," Ginny spat, downing the wine. A little voice in her head said this was probably not the right thing to do. But she was quick to ignore it. She needed alcohol. "I think maybe you should leave."
Draco snatched the bottle away from her as she reached for it. "No. I need you very clearheaded for the next few moments while I explain things to you."
"I don't need explanations," she said, her eyes attached to the bottle in his hand. "I get it. You're used to tall, pretty, thin women, who have plenty of experience in pleasuring men. I am none of those things. Now, give me my wine. This was a mistake. You can leave."
"Your inexperience does nothing but make me want you more," Draco said seductively. "The fact that I have been the only one to touch you makes my pants uncomfortably tight. The minute you said that to me, I've been thinking of all the ways I can hear you scream my name. If it weren't for the fact that we were taking this slow, I would be tempted to bend you over the table and have my way with you."
Ginny shuddered as images flashed through her head, a primal need awakening in her. "And if I want those things? What if I don't want you to take it slow? What if I want it as much, if not more, than you do?"
"If that were the case, I would suggest you allow me to warn my mother that I would need her to watch Serena tonight." He had a smirk akin to that of a predator that had its prey in sight. "After all, I have to make up for the seven years of pleasure that you've not had."
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Ginny was thankful that she had chosen these particular knickers. The look on Draco's face as he removed her clothing was absolutely priceless. He had probably expected something cotton. However, Ginny had long since rid herself of anything resembling prudish knickers. The sexier ones gave her a confidence boost unlike any other. And right now, she thanked her lucky stars that she had gotten rid of those cotton knickers.
She didn't have much time to continue thinking about knickers as Draco's mouth had quickly descended on her own. Her back arched as his hand traced one of her breasts through the satin of her bra. He took this opportunity to reach behind her and unclasp her bra, tossing it behind him once he had removed the material. Without warning, he pulled his mouth away from hers; placing light kisses down her neck while his hand reached up to toy with the newly exposed skin.
Ginny tugged at his shirt. However, she was stopped by his hand. "No. Seven years to make up for."
"But-"
He didn't give her much time to think about anything else. Her mind became mush as his tongue encircled her nipple, a loud moan being emitted from her mouth. Thankfully, she had put a silencing ward around the room as well as a locking charm. She hoped that Ron wouldn't try to come barging in. Not like she could think about him too long. Draco's hand was slowly inching its way down her stomach, towards the edge of her knickers.
"Please," she begged.
She gasped as he removed his mouth from one nipple, moving onto the next. The sensation of his hot mouth on one side and the cool air on the other was a lot to bear. Not to mention, his hand was dancing across her knickers. It was so close to where she wanted it to be, yet so very far. She let out a disappointing moan as he didn't move any further. He seemed content to bite and tug at her nipple. She wasn't complaining. She simply wished he would move further.
As if reading her mind, his hand slipped inside her knickers, meeting smooth bare skin. Ginny smiled as he looked up at her, a slightly shocked expression on his face. But he didn't like to see the smug look on her face it seemed. He smirked and slid a finger through the wetness inside her knickers, eliciting a loud screech from Ginny as he encircled her clit.
"Draco," she moaned.
"I'm sorry. Is there something you want?" He continued to toy with her, one hand in her knickers, the other holding his body up. "You're a bit incoherent at the moment."
She would have glared. But she simply couldn't muster the energy. "Need-oh I need-Draco!"
"All you had to do was ask," he murmured.
She let out a shriek as he ripped her knickers to shreds, his head landing between her legs faster than she could say his name. "No, wait. No one's ever done this to me before. I don't think you want to-"
He looked up at her through hooded eyes. "Oh, I want to."
Those were the last words she heard. His tongue darted out of his mouth, delving into her folds. She cried out in complete ecstasy. She had once heard Hermione talking about this with Lavender. To her, it had sounded completely unhygienic and distasteful. She didn't know why anyone would want to do anything like that. It seemed a bit out there and strange.
Yet, as his tongue thrust further into her, Ginny let her scruples go. Her hands flew to his head as he drew her clit into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were his favorite piece of candy. It was too much. Pleasure was rolling through her, her stomach tightening, her legs clenching around his head. Her release was coming fast and hard. And as soon as Draco slid a finger inside of her, curling it to hit a certain spot, she screamed out his name, clutching his hair as if it were her lifeline.
On her descent from the heavens above, Ginny felt his tongue still inside her. It was as if he had a thirst that could only be quenched by her. That thought almost made her fall over the metaphorical cliff. However, she didn't. It wasn't until Draco slid two finger inside of her, curling them in the same way he did before, all while nipping at her pleasure button that she came again, his name falling from her mouth in more of a breathy sigh than a scream.
When she managed to open her eyes, she saw Draco's head propped on her stomach. Her hands were idly sifting through her hair. But his hands were more important. She could still feel his fingers inside of her, sliding through her wetness, stopping every now and then to tug at her engorged clit. The sensations had her aroused yet again, and wanting Draco, not his fingers or his mouth, but him.
"I want you," she muttered, her voice hoarse from the screaming.
She groaned as he removed his fingers from inside of her, bringing them up to her mouth. It was clear that he wanted her to taste herself. She bit her lip hesitantly before closing her mouth around his finger. The moan he emitted when she sucked on his finger, lightly grazing it with her teeth, made her smug look return. It was clear he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Draco," she pleaded as he tweaked her nipple for her smug smile.
"Tell me what you want, Ginny," he said quietly while removing his shirt. She followed his hands as he unbuttoned it. When he abruptly stopped and flicked her clit, she hissed. "If you don't tell me what you want, we'll never get anywhere."
"You," she whispered as he moved from the bed to remove his trousers. She gasped as his boxers came off next, showing off a very large erection. Somehow she hadn't remembered it being that big. She rubbed her legs together in anticipation.
"What do you want me to do?" Draco parted her legs, climbing on the bed in between her spread thighs. His erection laid against her stomach as he leaned forward and bit down on her neck gently, soothing the spot with his tongue soon after. "What do you want, Ginny? Tell me."
She whimpered as he moved down to her breast, drawing a dusty rose colored nipple into his mouth. "Please-just-just-"
"Say it, Ginny." He grazed a knuckle over her clit, causing her to arch up into him. "You didn't have a problem saying it the first time."
The words make love to me almost fell from her mouth. But she caught herself in time, screaming out, "Fuck me, Draco."
That did it for him. His erection slid into her, causing her to wince slightly. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time. But it certainly did hurt a bit. He must have noticed her discomfort because he stopped as soon as he had slid in all the way, his expression identical to the one he had on seven years ago, the clenching in his jaw, beaded drops of sweat on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked. One hand held his body up, the other caressed her cheek. "I didn't think it would hurt after all of that."
She smiled shyly. "It doesn't hurt that much."
He nodded, moving his hand down her neck, past her breasts, and over her clit. "You're beautiful." He bent down and captured her lips in a kiss, pulling away to nibble on her ear. "You should see your face when you come. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Ginny moaned, a fresh flood of wetness seeping down her legs. This seemed to be what Draco was waiting for as he began to move inside of her. His strokes were slow and languid. She moaned every time he thrust forward, the impact of flesh against flesh sending tingling sensations to her clit. She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels in his back to urge him on. However, he simply smirked at her and continued his slow pace.
"Draco," she groaned.
"So needy," he muttered, his smirk softening the barb. He left one of her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing the other over her shoulder. The new angle had Ginny's muscles crying a bit. But that pain could be ignored because of the new sensations washing over her as Draco sped up, pounding into her. As she began to scream and moan, he said, "That's it, Ginny. Let it go."
"Oh, Draco, yes," her words came out short, loud, and indistinguishable from her moans.
Her next orgasm was unlike the two before it. This one slammed into her with force, causing her to arch up off the bed, her hands sinking into the sheets on either side of her. Her walls clamped down on Draco's hard member with force, causing him to empty himself inside of her. It took all his strength not to collapse on top of her. Instead, he continued to hold himself up, panting over her as her muscles continued to clamp down on him.
"Mmm," Ginny moaned as she opened her eyes.
Draco sighed contentedly as her muscles began to relax. He slowly pulled out of her, chuckling at her disappointed groan. "Still good, then?"
"I guess I no longer have to wonder if it'll be like that every time," Ginny said softly, not being able to muster up more energy.
"No, I think that theory needs to be explored more." Draco turned over on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. He trailed his hand down her arm, running it back up her stomach, clasping a puckered nipple between nimble fingers. "Besides, seven years is a long time."
Ginny gasped. "And you called me needy."
"I'm not needy," he said, placing kisses on her neck. "I simply want to teach you."
"So, I'm your student now?"
Draco grinned. "I can't say it's never been one of my fantasies. All we'd need is a desk I can bend you over."
"Mhmm," Ginny agreed, shuddering at the thought. "You're quite interested in bending me over something. Why is that?"
"I'll show you," he said.
"Wha-"
She was cut off by Draco flipping her over on her stomach, an undignified squawking sound coming out of her mouth. Within seconds, he had positioned her so that she was on all fours, facing her headboard. She looked back, her ponytail falling over her shoulders, her eyes on Draco. She could feel him running his hands across her butt, giving her a small pinch, which had her growling. It was part pleasure and part pain. By the feeling in her stomach, she certainly liked it.
"Draco," she whispered as she felt the tip of his member touch her folds.
"I have a nice view like this," he said, his voice low. He emphasized this by tapping her lightly on the butt. "And when I do this," he said, pushing into her, "I can fondle these lovely breasts of yours."
Ginny was highly sensitized at the moment. Just the feeling of him thrusting into her, filling her, not to mention the hands massaging her breasts, tugging at her nipples, almost made her release right then. She moaned as one hand tugged her nipple, the other sliding down the span of her stomach, stopping at the top of her slit. She bit her lip in anticipation.
"And I can do this." He dragged his finger over her clit. "Do you like that Ginny?"
"Yes," Ginny moaned.
Draco eased back, thrusting into her. Soon they had found a rhythm, their bodies moving in sync. Ginny pumped back on him as he thrust into her. She was thoroughly enjoying this position as much as he was. She cried out as he began to rub her clit, another orgasm washing over her. She had thought it would be impossible to experience as many orgasms in such a short span of time, obviously not.
"Hold onto the railing, Ginny," Draco growled.
Ginny wanted to cry as she did. She was in pure bliss. But she hadn't experienced anything yet. She gripped the railing as Draco bent over her, bracing his hands on the railing above her. He was thrusting in her with such force. If she hadn't been holding onto the railing, he would have driven her down into the mattress. Instead, he was rattling her bed as he pounded into her, the sound of slapping flesh and moaning filling the room.
"Ginny," Draco roared as he came, spilling into her once more.
Draco's cry, the sound of his voice, drove her over the edge. She too came once more, falling into her pillow, Draco's limp member slipping from inside her. She was completely and totally boneless. She hardly felt it as Draco dropped to her side and pulled her into his embrace. She did feel when he cast a quick cleaning charm over them as well as something else that caused her stomach to burn slightly.
"Contraceptive charm," he said.
"Oh." Ginny was glad he had remembered. She would have to be a little bit more conscious next time. She hardly needed a repeat accidental pregnancy. She turned in Draco's embrace, her eyes landing on his chest. "Is that a tattoo?"
"Yes," he said.
Ginny pushed him onto his back, sitting up to examine his chest. There on his left pectoral, above his heart, was Serena's name as well as a Japanese letter. She traced the letters of Serena's name before tracing the Japanese letter. It seemed so odd to see a tattoo marring his pale skin. Yet, it was undeniably sexy. She looked up at him to see him staring at her through hooded eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"What does it mean?"
"Love," he said.
"When did you get it?"
"The first time I realized I loved Serena," he said softly.
"And when was that?"
"You're so full of questions," he said.
Ginny rested her head on his chest, her hands continuing to trace the symbol on his chest. "I'm a naturally curious person. Get over it."
"Curiosity gets you in trouble," he said. The covers floated over them, landing over their naked forms.
"Wandless magic, impressive," Ginny murmured. "Now, tell me the story."
He sighed. "It was two weeks after we had found her. She was a total and complete terror. And I was ripping my hair out in agony. One night, she wouldn't stop crying for anything. It was one of those moments where I felt like just giving up. And then she looked up at me. It was the first time her eyes showed any sign that they might be gray. I picked her up and she just stopped crying. Right then, I knew."
Ginny ran her hand over the tattoo. "It's beautiful."
"Is your curiosity satisfied?"
"It is," she answered, kissing the tattoo.
"Good. I'm quite tired."
"Too tired to eat almond biscuits dipped in chocolate?" Ginny smiled into his chest.
"I'm never too tired to eat chocolate," he said seriously. "But do I have to put clothes on?"
"Yes," Ginny said. "It's in the kitchen. And I have no doubt that Ron is home by now."
"Polly!"
Ginny giggled as the house elf appeared. "You're so lazy."
Draco pinched her butt. "Nothing is getting between me and chocolate after sex."