Disclaimer: I didn't create The characters, I just put them in very
enticing sexual scenes and play with their emotions. (please don't sue me:-
D)
Summary: Draco (17) Ginny (15).
Angst, Sexual Frustration, Sex.And they say this is just a phase.
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Everywhere she went, there his eyes were. Like two silver orbs. Following her every move, she couldn't hide. And then, His body materialized and he swept her into a curious kiss, his arms encircling her waist and her arms loose around his neck. They were caught up in sexual frustration, their stupid petty problems long forgotten with a mind blowing kiss. He opened his eyes. She opened hers.
Blood poured out of her eyes like tears as she screamed. * Draco sat straight up in bed, covered in cold sweat, shivering. He rubbed his eyes and tried to slow his breath. What time was it? He looked over at his muggle clock and swung his legs to the side of the bed. It was only 3 in the morning, but he decided maybe he should shower, even if he was breaking curfew. Perhaps it would clear his mind from the dream.
--
Ginny turned to her side, her brain was ever awake, even though there was only one thing on her mind. Draco. She lay there thinking about him, running promiscuous scenes through her head. She felt her face blush, and she giggled in her thoughts as she rolled onto her stomach and went back to sleep.
--
Draco started up the shower, hot at first, to warm up the floor tiles and steam the room as he began to undress. He whipped off his muscle shirt, flung it to the small wooden bench with his boxers and underthings following. Since he was the only one in the shower room, Draco decided to walk over to the wall length mirror on the other side of the room.
He stopped, and took in every inch of his masculine body. It was a work of art truly, sculpted pectoral muscles, perfect biceps, chiseled abdomen, and, from what he was told, a woman-pleasing appendage. He looked up, and stepped closer. He looked into his dull eyes, and tears came forth, but ah, slipped back where they came from.
He sniffed, turning back to his shower. There he could let his tears flow freely, because they mixed in unnoticed with the water pouring onto his face.
--
Ginny picked up her books and walked slowly out of Snape's classroom. She really never cared for lunch, so she used this time for a quick power nap before having to go to Quiddich practice. Being one of two girls on the team, she really had to be on the top, she had to show everyone that she was just as good as the opposite sex.
Especially when your older brother and his best friend are the main attraction.
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Draco sat quietly on his leather couch inside his room. He was happy he was Prefect, a whole room to himself, with no oversized Crabbe and Goyle to interrupt his quiet time.
He stared at the wall. He sighed.
Boring.
And then a flash of red hair came into his mind. Pretty pale skin dusted with freckles made him shiver. Pretty pink lips curved into a smile.
He sighed and smiled.
Those pink lips were one a few that hadn't come into contact with his.
'Damn', he thought,' If only I could get her! All those other girls, they wouldn't matter. If only I could touch her.' But her rolled his eyes and slapped his hand on his thigh. 'Potter and Weasly would have my nads if I breathed near her!' -- "Ron! Harry! Wait up!" Ginny yelled from the top of the stairs. She ran quickly down, her practice uniform halfway on. Damn, she overslept again.
Not to her surprise, there they all stood waiting for her.
"Ginny, you know we never leave without you" Harry said moving his broom to his other arm so her could have Hermione in the other.
Ron rolled his eyes "C'mon Gin, we're going to be late!"
So off Ginny hopped, for another day of practice.
--
Draco stood at the pitch, watching her fly directly above him on her broom. She really was a great keeper. Her reflexes were lightning fast and she was small and deft on a broom.
'Damn' He thought licking his lips. --
Ginny caught another quaffle and threw it back in. She was suffering today, her mind was not as quick as her body was.
"C'mon Gin, concentrate" Harry said before he threw another quaffle, too hard and too fast.
It came hurling towards her as she looked down.
Draco. Under. Watching.
And then it came, hitting her bluntly in her chest. She coughed and gasped for air, her breath bubbled she fell to her side, off her broom.
And into the arms of Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Draco (17) Ginny (15).
Angst, Sexual Frustration, Sex.And they say this is just a phase.
~-~-~
Everywhere she went, there his eyes were. Like two silver orbs. Following her every move, she couldn't hide. And then, His body materialized and he swept her into a curious kiss, his arms encircling her waist and her arms loose around his neck. They were caught up in sexual frustration, their stupid petty problems long forgotten with a mind blowing kiss. He opened his eyes. She opened hers.
Blood poured out of her eyes like tears as she screamed. * Draco sat straight up in bed, covered in cold sweat, shivering. He rubbed his eyes and tried to slow his breath. What time was it? He looked over at his muggle clock and swung his legs to the side of the bed. It was only 3 in the morning, but he decided maybe he should shower, even if he was breaking curfew. Perhaps it would clear his mind from the dream.
--
Ginny turned to her side, her brain was ever awake, even though there was only one thing on her mind. Draco. She lay there thinking about him, running promiscuous scenes through her head. She felt her face blush, and she giggled in her thoughts as she rolled onto her stomach and went back to sleep.
--
Draco started up the shower, hot at first, to warm up the floor tiles and steam the room as he began to undress. He whipped off his muscle shirt, flung it to the small wooden bench with his boxers and underthings following. Since he was the only one in the shower room, Draco decided to walk over to the wall length mirror on the other side of the room.
He stopped, and took in every inch of his masculine body. It was a work of art truly, sculpted pectoral muscles, perfect biceps, chiseled abdomen, and, from what he was told, a woman-pleasing appendage. He looked up, and stepped closer. He looked into his dull eyes, and tears came forth, but ah, slipped back where they came from.
He sniffed, turning back to his shower. There he could let his tears flow freely, because they mixed in unnoticed with the water pouring onto his face.
--
Ginny picked up her books and walked slowly out of Snape's classroom. She really never cared for lunch, so she used this time for a quick power nap before having to go to Quiddich practice. Being one of two girls on the team, she really had to be on the top, she had to show everyone that she was just as good as the opposite sex.
Especially when your older brother and his best friend are the main attraction.
+++++++
Draco sat quietly on his leather couch inside his room. He was happy he was Prefect, a whole room to himself, with no oversized Crabbe and Goyle to interrupt his quiet time.
He stared at the wall. He sighed.
Boring.
And then a flash of red hair came into his mind. Pretty pale skin dusted with freckles made him shiver. Pretty pink lips curved into a smile.
He sighed and smiled.
Those pink lips were one a few that hadn't come into contact with his.
'Damn', he thought,' If only I could get her! All those other girls, they wouldn't matter. If only I could touch her.' But her rolled his eyes and slapped his hand on his thigh. 'Potter and Weasly would have my nads if I breathed near her!' -- "Ron! Harry! Wait up!" Ginny yelled from the top of the stairs. She ran quickly down, her practice uniform halfway on. Damn, she overslept again.
Not to her surprise, there they all stood waiting for her.
"Ginny, you know we never leave without you" Harry said moving his broom to his other arm so her could have Hermione in the other.
Ron rolled his eyes "C'mon Gin, we're going to be late!"
So off Ginny hopped, for another day of practice.
--
Draco stood at the pitch, watching her fly directly above him on her broom. She really was a great keeper. Her reflexes were lightning fast and she was small and deft on a broom.
'Damn' He thought licking his lips. --
Ginny caught another quaffle and threw it back in. She was suffering today, her mind was not as quick as her body was.
"C'mon Gin, concentrate" Harry said before he threw another quaffle, too hard and too fast.
It came hurling towards her as she looked down.
Draco. Under. Watching.
And then it came, hitting her bluntly in her chest. She coughed and gasped for air, her breath bubbled she fell to her side, off her broom.
And into the arms of Draco Malfoy.