Breathe In

Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK Rowling's characters or Harry Potter.


Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.

The mantra building up in her head was about ready to go on overdrive. With the very small sensations of fingers running down her torso, it was all too much. Even a simple task like breathing was hard to do. How they ended up here, she wasn't very sure, but it wasn't like he gave her enough time to think on her own.

"Draco-"

"Shh." Ginny fell silent once more, allowing him to do what he wished. The way he moved his hands was almost hypnotic; his fingers strategically moved to the spots he knew would send her begging for more, but teased and retracted back to something much less desire. She could barely stand his teasing anymore.

"Kiss me." Ginny whispered nearly inaudibly, and finally Draco complied. Capturing his mouth with hers, he allowed his hands to continue to roam while she tangled her hands in his hair. Clothes were practically a nuisance now as she quickly moved to unbutton his white shirt. However, he stopped what he was doing in order to comply with her requests. Sitting up with his legs on either side of her waist, he quickly unbuttoned and tossed his shirt to the side while kicking his shoes off.

While he was busy taking care of his clothes, she decided it was time for her to do the very same. Kicking off her own Mary Janes, she damn well knew what she wanted now and refused to turn back. Quickly unbuttoning her shirt, Draco stared down in mere disbelief.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a tad deeper than before. His eyes shined with brilliant lust for her, making Ginny shutter at the sight.

"I couldn't be any surer," she replied back, tossing the shirt to the floor. That was enough to convince Draco. Ginny practically swore to every god there was as he made his way from her neck to her chest, his fingers expertly snapping the hooks in the back. However, staying in one spot seemed too boring for the blonde. Ginny moaned loudly and arched her back as his mouth moved to satisfy the top part of her with his hands working on the bottom.

"Draco, wait-" Ginny started, afraid of what he'd think of her, but he didn't give her any time to think. Before she could even fathom more breath to speak, his hand slipped under her skirt, earning a sound close to a cry mixed of shock and pleasure. As his fingers quickly sped up their pace, leaving Ginny in a tizzy, she dragged her fingers down his back. It wasn't long until the Weasley saw stars, her body violent shaking from the impact. Soon her body fell limp, and he helped her get dressed again. They laid there for what felt like forever until Ginny closed her eyes.

But when she opened her eyes, it wasn't Draco sitting there any longer with her. She was fully dressed and her hair was a mess, but there was no sign of him around. Sighing heavily, she cursed violently in her head for thinking of such an outlandish dream. To think she would have such a dream that felt so real, only for it to be about Malfoy. I must be mad, Ginny thought to herself before falling back asleep.

Meanwhile, with a messy head of hair and newly found scratches on his back, the Slytherin made sure he remained silent as he snuck back into his house.


Not exactly the most fantastic, but it was one of those impulsive stories I had to write.
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x- Amanda