A/N: This would be the part where Draco goes to the Burrow to visit Ginny during Christmas. Yes, the dress ends up on the floor. Be nice. My first smut. Why I wrote it… I have no idea… I'm insane like that. *wibbles* Please don't hurt me!
Time
By VirtualFaerie
Draco stood leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, watching Ginny bustle around. Her hair was supremely messy, strands falling out of the rubber band that had been holding them away from her face. The ginger-red tendrils brushed against the back of her neck and her cheeks gently, begging to be smoothed back by Draco's fingers.
"What are you cooking?" asked Draco, pushing himself off of the doorjamb, coming to stand behind Ginny.
She whipped her head around and looked up at him with wide eyes. "You scared me. What are you doing sneaking up behind people, eh?" She poked him in the chest with a sugar coated finger.
He raised an eyebrow. "Did you just get sugar on my shirt?"
She frowned and looked down at his black shirt; there was a small sprinkling of sugar where she had poked. "I did. You going to do something about it?"
"Not now, just wait," he said, looking past her to the counter. "So what's it that you're cooking?"
She grinned and stepped back so that he could see all of her ingredients sitting out on the counter. "I was getting ready to make ginger-snaps. I wanted to make you some more before you had to go back to camp since you liked them so much before."
"You know, no one's ever baked me anything. Only you."
"Really? Not even your mother?" said Ginny, turning back to the counter and opening a bag of flour.
"No. She didn't go near the kitchens."
"Oh, well, baking is really comforting. It always helps me." She looked over her shoulder at him. She pushed some hair out of her face, smearing flour across her cheek. "Would you like to help me?"
Draco blinked. "You want me to help you bake?"
She smiled. "Come on, it's not so bad. You'll like it, I promise."
"Ahuh, sure," said Draco, stepping up next to her, not really sure if he was liking what he was getting into. "We'll see."
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Ginny pulled the pan of ginger-snaps from the oven and set them on a couple of pot holders. Draco watched her and reached over to grab one of them from the pan. "No!" said Ginny, reaching out to smack his hand with her spatula. "They're hot, you'll burn your hands."
Draco rolled his eyes. "And I'm really going to care."
"You'd burn your tongue too. Then you wouldn't be able to enjoy any other Christmas treats," patronized Ginny, spreading a cookie sheet on the counter.
Draco raised his eyebrows and smirked. "What would these other Christmas treats be?"
"Sweets," said Ginny obliviously, sliding her spatula under some of the ginger-snaps, moving them to the cookie sheet before they stuck to the pan.
Draco came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. She tensed slightly, then went back to getting the ginger-snaps off of the pan. Draco pressed his lips to the side of her neck, sliding his tongue out against her skin. "You taste sweet to me," he said huskily.
The spatula fell out of Ginny's hand and clattered to the floor. Draco tightened his hold around her waist and pressed light kisses to her neck. "Draco..." Ginny said quietly. "Not in the kitchen."
"Shh," Draco murmured, not taking his lips off of her skin. He shifted her around in his arms so that she was facing him, and lifted her up slightly, setting her on the counter.
"My parents are in the next room."
"Hush, Ginny, they won't know," said Draco, kissing the freckles on her cheeks gently. He rubbed his thumb down the side of her neck and kissed all across her cheeks, and down her nose to her pink lips. Ginny tried to scoot back, and put her left hand down, right on top of the hot cookie pan.
"Ouch," she hissed, jerking her hand off of the pan.
"You know, if you'd just relaxed, that wouldn't have happened," Draco said softly, picking her hand up in his, turning it over so her palm faced up. He lowered his lips down to her hand and pressed them against it lightly, touching the tip of his tongue to the center of her palm.
Ginny sucked in a low breath, but didn't draw her hand away. Draco kissed to her wrist slowly, and up the tender skin of her inner arm to her shoulder, where the strap of her dress had slid off of her shoulder slightly. He kissed her milky white skin dusted in light freckles, then moved his lips up her neck and back to her lips.
Ginny's lips pressed up against his softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Her other hand wandered down to the cookie sheet and picked up a ginger-snap. She brought it up and moved back away from him slowly. He parted his lips and she put some of the soft cookie into his mouth. Draco pulled her crumb laden fingers up to his mouth and closed his lips around them, licking the crumbs off slowly. Ginny let out a small mewling sound and took her fingers away, leaning forward to kiss him hungrily, dipping her tongue into his mouth to taste the sweet and tanginess the ginger-snap had left behind.
Groaning into her mouth, Draco scooped her up against him and carried her up the stairs, keeping his lips firmly attached to hers.
He nudged the door of her room open with his foot and walked inside quickly, lowering Ginny to her stuffed animal crowded bed. He raised an eyebrow on site of them, and Ginny giggled, pushing them to the floor.
Draco sank down to the bed beside her, planting soft kisses along her neck. Ginny pulled him up to her and pressed feverish kisses to his lips. He slid his hands up her arms and pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Ginny reached up and pulled Draco's shirt over his head, taking her lips off of his only for a brief moment before touching to them again heatedly.
Winding an arm around her waist, Draco lifted Ginny up against him, and his fingers found the zipper to the back of her dress and slid it down quickly. He gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it off of her slowly, savoring the sight of every bit of creamy skin that was uncovered.
The dress came all the way off and was dropped to the ground. Draco leaned forward to brush his lips against Ginny's roughly, murmuring, "Much better on the floor."
Ginny's hands fluttered down Draco's stomach and rested at the waistband of his pants, taking the button between her fingers and slipping it out deftly. Draco closed his eyes and moved his hands down to cover Ginny's, helping her press down his zipper and pull his pants off.
Ginny moaned into his mouth as he dropped back down to her, swirling his tongue around hers slowly, treasuring her sugary taste.
Draco kissed his way down her neck, to her shoulders. His lips touched the edge of her bra as he worked his way down, stopping to reach behind her and undo the clasp of her bra, lifting it away from her. He continued kissing downward slowly, his lips grazing her hardening nipples. She gasped and arched her back to him slightly, bringing her hands down to weave her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her breast gently, flicking his tongue out against her nipple. His other hand was tracing up her side lightly before it rested on her other breast, kneading it into his hand slowly. He circled his tongue around her nipple leisurely, tugging its twin inbetween his fingers gently. She moaned and placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him back up to kiss him ravenously.
Draco brought one hand up to cup the back of her head, to press her lips to his harder, and let the other wander down her stomach, fingers sliding into her panties. Ginny squirmed a little under his touch, but his fingers pushed their way through her soft curls and rubbed at her gently, making her purr into his mouth. Draco grinned against her lips and slipped a finger inside of her.
"Mmm," she sighed against his lips, pressing her hips down harder on his hand. Draco took his hand away and she cried out softly. She opened her eyes and looked at him hazily. Her look was complaintive. The corner of her mouth turned up and she ran her hand down his stomach, and felt him hard in her hand through his boxers.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down; he helped her get them off and tossed them to the side. He went back up and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly, gazing at her lustfully.
Ginny looked back at him for a moment. "Yes."
Draco pulled off her panties and settled himself on top of her gently, pressing into her slowly. She moaned loudly as he slid into her, relishing the feel of him inside of her. He pulled back again slowly, and his thrusts became quicker, pushing deep inside of her. She cried out and gripped his arms tightly, bucking her hips up against his.
Groaning harshly, Draco dove into her again, roughly, feeling her tense around him, his own climax beginning to pulse through him. Ginny moaned and pressed her head back up against her pillows, her breathing labored, then she shuddered against him and let out a small scream, that was silenced quickly by Draco kissing her fiercely.
Draco collapsed down beside her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hot sweaty skin stuck to his delightfully. He placed small butterfly kisses along the back of her shoulders.
"That was..." Ginny said softly, turning to face him.
"Shhh," said Draco, kissing her eyelids. Draco looked over her and saw her dress lying in a discarded heap. "You know, that dress looks fabulous on the floor."