Jasmine

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Chapter 1 - Sickness

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It was a sickness, really.

Draco Malfoy had Ginny pressed wantonly up against a wall in dungeon six, twirling a lock of her strawberry hair between two pale fingers.

Ginny watched the scene before her with bemused eyes. As a matter of fact the scene wasn't really before her; it was around her. But, Ginny reasoned this was her inner monologue; she could think whatever she damned well liked.

Draco was becoming impatient at his partner's incoherence. Not that he was going to show it, as par section 39 of the Malfoy family code.

" A Malfoy shalt not show thy impatience with thy lover, if thy lover do dawdle "

Draco's hand snaked further up her skirt, threatening to slip inside the expensive underwear he had bought Ginny in Hogsmede. Contrary to her gushing praises for this, it had been a completely self-centred action. There was something about designer thongs that made them more alluring than any of the other minuscule scraps of material that one could buy.

Ginny's concentration on her inner turmoil was slipping away with the sight of the sensuous blond who was currently fondling her thigh suggestively.

Draco, on the other hand, was taking pleasure in Ginny's jolt back to the here-and-now as his talented fingers entered her underwear and started to move expertly across her sensitive patches. Every gasp, every whimper of surprise and passion Draco monitored closely, so he could gauge everything about his partner.

Ginny bucked her hips slightly, trying to make Draco speed up his torturous pace. "You like that?" he murmured softly, so she could barely hear.

Ginny gritted her teeth as the pace quickened. With each stroke of his slender fingers, a shot of pleasure so strong it was painful shot up her spine. Ginny hated this this control. This emotionless void.

But soon, her mind had lost all chord of coherent thought and a simple phrase was coursing through her veins along with the unbearable passion her quarry was causing her.

I hate you.

I Hate You

I HATE YOU!

I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!

With that final thought, the waves of her orgasm crashed over her body, leaving her mind blank and fresh as it had begun. Ginny collapsed back onto the wall, panting.

Draco moved from her, across the dully-lit dungeon and out the door. With a final glance backward he allowed it to clang shut behind him. Now, like the hundreds of times before, Ginny was alone in the dungeons, thong around her knees, obsidian robes cast carelessly aside on the floor. She gathered up the garments that were black as the thoughts that haunted her, Then she lay back down on the floor of her private hell, and did not cry.

Notes:

Inner Monologue oh, I do adore this term. Sorry for putting it in, the word was in my head the day I wrote this.

The Malfoy Family Code I would tell you whose property this idea is, but I don't know. I've seen it in quite a few fics, so I'm assuming, however selfishly, that it is the property of general HP ficdom.

The "R" rating I would've rated this chapter low NC-17 had fanfiction.net not removed that category. I'm usually cautious with ratings, rating stories higher than they really are so as not to offend people.

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