A/N: Back after an incredibly long dry spell. Just a little ficlet to wet the toes with before diving into a non-fanfic that's been in my head for a few years now. Has not had the benefit of a beta, not sure if betas' still exist actually. Still don't own Harry Potter anything. Yes Draco/Ginny. Seriously what do you think Ginny was doing while Harry was Horcrux hunting? No plans to continue, just a fluff bunny.

A Secret Shame

He was not her love, not her wish, not her eternal. But he was there and the one she wanted wasn't. Her fingers ran through his hair. He held her in his arms as they rocked back and forth. She sighed and moaned as silently as she could, she didn't want him to know how good it felt. Didn't want to give him the pleasure of giving her pleasure. She also didn't want anyone to find them. A long unused classroom on a some what used hallway was not ideal, but inside a school was never ideal, with someone she didn't love wasn't ideal. It was just what was.

He lusted after her. Her body, her desire, he wanted her. He wanted her to want him. He held her close, her breath by his ear. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his shoulders, her breast pressed against his chest. He held her close. She was tight around him, he cherished that, that first time when there was just the slightest bit of blood to wipe away. He still smiled when he thought about it.

She had come to him.

She could of chose anyone she thought. Then she realized she couldn't. It would of gotten around. There was concern at first, she wasn't sure he wouldn't tell once he got his hands on her. She knew he desired her, she then saw that she was the only one who saw. She let him get close, let him come to her. He almost did too, he walked away though, she had hated chasing him down just to get rid of that damn itch her love had given her. She did though, she had tugged at his robe from behind, held his mouth when he turned, and pulled him into a conclave and ravished him up and down. His brain was numb by the time she was done with him. She hadn't even given him her body yet, but the promise was there. The knowledge that it would happen, soon. He slumped against the wall as she took in his disheveled appearance. She smile at her work. She would get better, her mind hadn't stopped whirling since the summer. So many things to try, to experience. Now she had a partner, a body to use.

He was in control today, he knew it by the way her body shuddered, by the way her back arched beneath his palms. She was on top, she bucked and pushed and held on to him for sanity. She had to catch herself from screaming. He heard the catch in her voice, smirked at it once more and held her hips down as he emptied himself in to her. She grabbed on to him as he chucked at her gasp. Her sweat beading down her back, down her stomach. She collapsed against him as he released her.

She hated it took her so long to move off of him. That she was so spent. That she felt so good, so satisfied by someone she didn't quite believe she despised as much anymore. She knew he watched her as she dressed. She didn't speak, didn't go to him. She turned as she slipped on her robe, she forced herself to not look back at him as she slipped out of the room. She tried not to think of the one she loved, tried not to think of what she did with his enemy. Tried not to think of what she did.

She passed the Headmaster on the way back to her dorm. He didn't say anything to her, she kept her head down. She didn't see that He followed her. That the Headmaster had seem Him, that He hadn't backed down from the Headmasters stare. He stayed where he was and watched her quiet accent to the towers. He smirked at the Headmaster and turned to descend to the dungeons. Her pleasure still echoing in his ears, her shame and regret and satisfaction still churning waves of lust in his mind.

She would come to him again.

~fin~