"Of course I play." The man sitting on the bench said. His long, pale fingers danced, lightly hitting the piano keys.
"You never told me ..." The first girl said. Her soft voice was turning a bit 'hard'. "... why?"
"I -- I was -- I was going to, I promise --"
"When did you plan on telling me this?"
"-- as soon as possible --"
"... are you lying to me?"
"-- but it's such a small thing --"
"... but you know I don't like secrets, don't you?!" shouted the first girl, her wild, red hair blowing in the wind that was coming through the open window. "I just KNOW you've been taking lessons with some ... some ... some beautiful witch instructor who's - who's better than me!"
"But, Ginny ..."
"... but WHAT?" Ginny asked, a hurt look on her face.
"... but I -- I was trying to --"
"TO?"
"-- to surprise you!"
"Oh, that's the lamest excuse I've ever heard!"
"No, it isn't." The man said softly, and he got up, and walked over to the girl, Ginny. He enveloped her in his strong, well-muscled arms. Ginny struggled a bit, but once in his arms, she practically melted. "... you know I'm not lying." he whispered seductively.
Ginny closed her eyes, letting the man's hands explore her body. His right arm came to her round breast, and clasped it gently, caressing it. After a few seconds, he removed his hand, and slowly snaked it into Ginny's top and bra. Meanwhile, his left hand snuck inside Ginny's jeans, and slipped a finger inside her lacy panties. He waited, and Ginny didn't say anything. He took that as a yes, and his finger went lowering, his right hand playing with her nipple, his other hand teasing her core. The man lowered his head, and Ginny Potter looked up, and their lips met.
"Draco ..." Ginny whispered in her feminine voice. "... don't leave me, don't go ... I don't care that we're married to - to different people ..."
"I won't, I'll try not to ..."
And slowly, the shirt Ginny was wearing slipped off, as did the jeans. Draco picked Ginny up in his arms, and lay her on the sofa. He gently peeled off her bra and panty, then lay over her. His mouth immediately came to her breast, lavishing attention on it.
"Draco," Ginny whispered, her voice a bit hoarse.
"Ginny," Draco said in response, and he 'picked up' his head. He leaned over, and kissed her tenderly, a finger teasing her clit gently.
"I love you." they both said at the same time, and fell asleep on each other. As she slept, Ginny couldn't help but feel a slight feeling that Draco would make a better husband than Harry. Why? Draco had sex because he WANTED to, because he liked to ... but Harry did it only for babies - not for love.