Nothing belongs to me.
Danger
He liked her best this way. Naked. And asleep, tangled in his finest green silk sheets. Too exhausted to slap his hand away as he traced meaningless shapes into her thigh, her hip, her back. Too tired to squirm out of his reach as he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Too fatigued to protest as he pressed his lips against her neck, planting little kisses against her collarbone.
But not too exhausted, it seemed, for she began to stir, opening her eyes and staring up at him, watching as he ran his hands through her hair, like long strands of fire between his fingers.
Then wordlessly, she slipped from his grasp.
He tried not to look disappointed when she stood up, the silken sheets falling away from her body. That glorious body. "This is a dangerous game we're playing, Weasley." he said quietly.
"Yes."
Draco scowled at the girl who'd been sharing his bed every night, for so many nights now.
"You've forgotten one thing, though." she said delicately, with a small smile.
"Oh?" Draco smirked, pleased to see her crawling back to him. He was even more pleased when Ginny caught his lips in a searing kiss. Not at all pleased when she pulled away, much too soon, wearing his characteristic smirk.
"I'm winning."