Author's Note: Yeah, yeah. Ginny/ Draco in detention. I know it's been done before a million times, but I couldn't resist. I tried to keep the characters as cannon as was possible. Obviously Ginny wouldn't cheat on Harry with Draco but whatever, they are a hot pair. Smut for well… smut's sake. If you don't like, don't read. But come on who doesn't like it?

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling… of course.

Touching

Ginny Weasley poked her head out of the broom closet to check if the cost was clear. It was, so she started to move herself into the corridor of the charms hallway when a hand pulled her back into the closet. Harry pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her neck.

"Come on, just a few more minutes, Gin."

She sighed reluctantly and pushed him lightly on the chest. "You know I have detention, and I'm going to be late as it is. I have to go all the way down to the dungeon."

"Well if you're already late, what will a few more minutes hurt?" Harry reasoned while trying to recapture her mouth with his. Ginny dodged his advances and giggled when he let out a groan of frustration.

"It's your fault I have detention in the first place!" she accused.

"What? Why is it my fault that you told Snape off for making a dumb comment?"

"Because that dumb comment was about you!"

Harry laughed and finally released her. "Fine, you win."

They both exited the closet and with one last kiss they went off in different directions. Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor common room and Ginny scurried off to the dungeons for detention. She let her mind wonder to her relationship with Harry as she hurried along. They were finally together, and Ginny was happy, but there was one thing wrong. The sex was rather boring. Harry and Ginny had lost their virginity to each other shortly after they had started dating. The first time was painful, but Ginny expected it to get better after some practice, but so far it hadn't. The biggest problem was that neither of them really knew what they were doing and had no one to go to for help. All of Harry's close male fiends were her brothers, and Ginny's only close girlfriend was Hermione. It was hard to make girlfriends when you would rather play quidditch than talk about boys. Hermione would just suggest a book, if she would talk about it at all. Sure they had the basics down. Tab A into slot B and so forth. Harry always enjoyed himself it seemed, but for Ginny lying on her back while he moved on top of her was getting a little old. She would just prefer to kiss and cuddle if this was what sex was supposed to be like.

She had read enough her mum's trashy novels to expect their to be heaving bosoms and quivering thighs, but so far not a single heave or quiver… on Ginny's end at least. She had heard her older brothers, Charlie and Bill talking about foreplay (whatever that is) when she was younger, but of course when they caught her listening at the door, they stopped their conversation immediately. Maybe that was what she and Harry needed. But what exactly did that entail? When she was alone in her dorm room, she sometimes touched herself 'down there' and she had discovered that certain things felt bloody brilliant. But how was she supposed to tell Harry what to do? When she looked up she was surprised to see that she had already reached Snape's office. When she entered the room, however, it was not Snape who waited for her; it was Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?"

"You better watch your tone, Weasel. I'm a prefect you know, and Professor Snape had some business with the headmaster tonight, so I'm in charge of your detention."

"Oh, great. So is my detention just to spend and hour with you? Because that's punishment enough."

"I've already warned you. Watch that mouth. It's what got you in here in the first place."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Fine, what do I have to do?" Ginny just wanted to get this over with.

Draco smirked, but Ginny noticed that the usual malicious flicker in his grey eyes were gone. He just looked tired.

"I don't want to be here anymore than you do; believe me. I have more important things on my mind then to baby sit a blood traitor." He picked up a rag and a bottle of cleaner and threw them toward her. He motioned to a stack of dirty cauldrons in the corner. "Clean them all. No magic." With that he walked behind Snape's desk and sat down letting his head drop into his hands.

Ginny stared at him. That was it? When she first realized he was holding her detention, she expected to have to put up with constant sneers and smart ass remarks. But he really was just going to sit there while she cleaned pots. Where was the catch? She couldn't be getting off this easy.

Draco lifted his head from his hands. "Shouldn't you get to work?" He watched her as she blushed crimson at being caught staring and moved to clean the cauldrons. He dropped his head back into his hands. Why the hell had Snape stuck him with this when he knew that he had lots of work to do? Snape just wanted him to fail, that he could remain the Dark Lord's favorite. But he couldn't fail. He had to succeed or face death or at the very least severe torture. But things were slightly looking up. He had completely mended the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirements and the one at Borgin's was almost ready too. But what if even after he fixed them, they still didn't work? Draco let out a strangled groan at the thought. The sound caught Ginny's attention.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Weasel. I'm just frustrated about something."

"Yeah sexually frustrated." Ginny sniggered to herself.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Draco snapped while lifting his head to look at Ginny.

"Oh come off it. Everyone knows you haven't bedded nearly as many girls this year. It must be frustrating to go from escapades almost every weekend to nothing."

Draco just stared at Ginny. Of course he hadn't gotten as much action as of late. Yeah there was Pansy a few times, but she wasn't really much of a challenge. She was always all over him anyway. He was too busy trying to find a way to keep himself alive. His mission from the Dark Lord certainly took precedent over shagging. You had to be alive to have sex.

"Oh, because you have such a hot time with Potter," he finally retorted.

Ginny just made a noise and when back to cleaning furiously. He hadn't really meant anything specific from the comment, but apparently it had hit a nerve with the red headed girl. Hmm strange. Not that Draco really particularly wanted to think about Ginny and Harry's sex, but life his mind began to wonder. Surely they had had sex. Even if he was a complete loser, Harry was still a guy. Draco let out a half hearted laugh.

"You and Potter haven't done it yet? Is he just not capable?"

"No!" snapped Ginny. "We've done it. Not that it is any of your business."

She went back to scrubbing and Draco once more put down his head. But he couldn't stop thinking about her earlier reaction. What exactly had made her so mad? What did he even say? Oh right 'hot time with Potter'…. That was it! Apparently it wasn't that hot. Draco snickered to himself. Apparently the Chosen One didn't know how to please his girlfriend, and she didn't know what to do about it. It made more sense the more Draco thought about it. Who would have told Harry anything specific about sexual interactions? Surely not that dope Ron. The twin weasels could have probably taught him a thing or two, at least if all the rumors about their conquests were true. But they wouldn't want to tell him anything if he would be doing it to their little sister. So that was it. Draco knew he could have some fun with this, and maybe that was just what he needed to get his mind back on track to completing his mission.

Draco moved out from behind Snape's desk and went to stand over Ginny.

"I guess I'm not the only one sexually frustrated," he whispered in her ear.

Ginny had been concentrating so hard on her task and trying not to whip out her wand and hex Malfoy to bits that she didn't even realize he was that close. She jumped up in surprise when she felt his breath on her neck. She spun around to face him, but in her haste, she tripped over one of the many cauldrons and to her embarrassment fell right into his chest. She abruptly backed up and attempted to regain her compose.

"Whoa I'm used to witches throwing themselves at me, but not literally throwing…"

"You wish," Ginny cut him off fuming. She almost tripped again when she attempted to put some distance between her and Draco, but he reached out and caught her elbow.

"I didn't know I would have this effect on you. Most women, it happens. But Potter's girlfriends too."

"Don't touch me!" Ginny snapped while jerking her arm away. Even as she shouted the command she knew that she really wanted him to do the exact opposite. His closeness and body heat were making her mind foggy. He really was very attractive even if he was a slimy git. She leaned her back against one of the shelves in Snape's office for support, so she wouldn't fall again.

"You're just mad because Potter never does touch you." While he spoke, Draco moved toward Ginny never breaking eye contact. When he was directly in front of her, he placed one hand on the shelf and leaned his body over her. "… at least not in the right way." With his final words, he moved his knee forward so as to fit it between her legs. She involuntarily groaned at the contact and dropped her head on his shoulder.

Almost immediately her head snapped back up. What was she doing?! This was Malfoy for Merlin's sake! But her head was swimming and as much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She was sexually frustrated. She had needs that couldn't be left unfulfilled for much longer.

Draco could see her squirm with indecision beneath him. He loved that he was driving her crazy. Finally she looked up at him. Her eyes were almost black with desire and her breathing was faster than usual. She had a fierceness in her face that reflected her decision.

"Show me," she whispered huskily.

That was all he needed. He scooped her up both hands on her bum and carried her to Snape's desk. He placed her on the very edge of the desk top. He caught her lips with his in a fiery kiss. Then he moved his lips down to her neck and the exposed part of her chest, while his hand began unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way. He was pleased to find she was wearing a bra with a front clasp. That would make things easier. His experienced fingers easily undid the clasp. He moved his mouth down to one of her nipples and placed his hand on her other breast. Ginny gasped when his tongue flicked across her hardening bud.

Harry certainly never did that. He just sort of grabbed at them, rather roughly in fact.

She felt his other hand, that wasn't preoccupied with teasing her breast move under her skirt. She moaned when his hands ghosted against her inner thighs. He hooked his finger around the waist band of her underwear and pulled them down slowly. When they were far enough down her legs, he moved his hand back up to her center. He trailed one of his long fingers between her wet folds. She whined at the contact but wanted more. Achingly slow he slid one finger inside of her. She loved the intrusion. He pumped his finger in and out and after a few movements added and second then third finger. She was starting to lose control. Pressure was building in her lower abdomen. She had never felt this way with Harry. Sure he gave her butterflies whenever she saw him. But he couldn't make her heart race like this.

He slipped his fingers out of her center, and she whined in protest against his neck. His fingers were now moving higher. She nearly screamed when they reached their finial destination, the small bundle of nerves that she had found herself long ago on a rainy afternoon. She felt the pressure in her core reach a near breaking point when suddenly he drew back away from her. She felt the cold of the dungeons fill the space between them. She blinked to clear the lust glaze over her eyes. She focused her eyes on Draco.

He had dropped to his knees in front of her. He moved his head forward and grabbed her panties with his teeth and pulled them the rest of the way off of her long legs. He let them drop to the floor. She watched as he pulled her leg toward him and kissed her inner ankle then his mouth began to move slowly upward. When he reached her inner thigh, he slowed his pace even more making her ache for his touch at her most sensitive parts. When he was through, he leaned his face forward and inhaled deeply. Although it seemed very odd, Ginny surprisingly found it very arousing. It was so primeval. He was recording her scent in his memory. He then moved his mouth achingly close to her center. She could feel his breath on her lips. She gulped in anticipation of what was to come. It seemed so dirty, but she wanted it more than she wanted air to breath. She felt his breath again and saw him slowly, tantalizingly lick his lips. She thought she could explode right there. But instead of continuing, he got to his feet then leaned in and kissed her jaw line.

She stared at him. He couldn't be through! Not yet! Ginny knew that the wonderful building pressure was only a few more touches away from being gloriously relieved. But now the pressure was slowly subsiding into more of a dull ache. When she could finally think clearly again, she glared up at him. She wrapped her shirt around her covering herself and pushed her skirt down closing her legs. She was suddenly self conscious under his intense gaze. But she was still livid that he had let the passion stop so abruptly.

"Why did you stop?"

"I think you have had enough for one night," he smirked. "Besides…" he continued glancing down at his watch. "Your detention's over."

She huffed and jumped down from the table. She was very annoyed. And very, very frustrated. The worst part was that Draco knew it. Why the hell did she let herself fall for that trap? She bent down to pick up her panties, but he beat her there. He stuffed them in his pocket with a smirk that looked more like his old self than just an hour before.

"Give me my panties, Malfoy," she hissed.

"No, I think I'll keep these as a souvenir."

"Damn it! Give them back." She nearly shouted.

"If you really want them back, I guess you'll have to get another detention won't you? Oh, and be sure to tell Potter where you learned your foreplay lessons. You know, when your teaching him what to do." With one final smirk. Draco left the room.

Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed! I'm really considering expanding the story. Adding humorous H/G bits at the beginning and then taking it from here into a full short story with lots of the usual angst. Let me know what you think!

Will Ginny get detention again?

Will Harry learn how to satisfy his girlfriend?

Will Ginny ever get her panties back!?

Leave a review if you want to know.

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