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Beta'd by Raisinous Fiendling
The Perks of Not Being Sober
It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was all good, until she decided to make an appearance. And whereas her appearance could be blamed on him (not that he was ever going to accept that), he still believed this was all her fault.
And now, just to make things worse, she was actually affecting him. Not once had a single female student managed to make him go nuts. Then again, she wasn't like any other student. She was different, to say the least. She wasn't someone he would normally go for but the circumstances in which they had… danced… were certainly appealing.
-Flashback-
To begin with, he wasn't in his right mind (had he been in his right mind he would never ever have let this happen), and neither was she. They had both had their own share of firewhiskey, and thus weren't completely sober. Or, well, at least he had had his share of alcohol, though he suspected the punch, too, was spiked with more than just a bit of firewhiskey. Besides the effects of firewhiskey – of which he had drunk a considerable amount some hours ago in his dorm - he felt somewhat disturbed. Maybe it had something to do with his prior meeting with a certain Dark Lord, but just maybe.
Later he would only vaguely (fortunately) recall what exactly made him turn her way. He'd just remember how her gleaming red hair shone with the lights of the room, and how her figure seemed exquisite in her black dress. She was quite lonely. No woman should be lonely at a dance floor, and much less when almost everyone she knew was there. And Draco, being the gentleman he was, could only approach her on her behalf.
"I did not know a Weasel such as yourself could look that provocative," he said to her when he was near enough for her to hear him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked nonchalantly. He thought she looked so sexy with her eyes filled with anger.
"Potter let you down again? My! Then you should certainly give up on him. If he can't see you, not when you're wearing this,then he certainly won't see you, even if you decide to walk naked in front of him," he told her, just to see a bitter spark in her eyes. So this is Scarhead's fault after all. To leave her alone on Halloween Ball!
"Malfoy, if you're not going to say anything relevant, then I'm leaving. I have no time to waste with the likes of you," Ginny said as she looked around the crowded room. Following her gaze, Draco found himself watching Potter dancing rather vigorously with a girl Draco could only describe as promiscuous. The girl, unlike Ginny, wore a tight dark blue dress that only made her attributes disgusting.
"But I should think you do have time, dear Weaselette," he said and then, whispering in her ear, added, "dance with me." He was surprised he had asked the sister of the Weasel such a thing, but when he saw a flash of revenge in her eyes he knew he was going to enjoy this.
"What makes you think I'd ever dance with you, Ferret?"
"Well, to begin with, I see no one else ready to make you such a proposal."
"I-I, well… Err… I'm-" she began, but was quickly interrupted.
"You…are waiting for someone? The invisible knight in shining armour? As I see it you have too choices; either you stay here, pretending someone will come your way, or you consider my proposal and dance with me. I'm sure you'll find the latter more appealing."
"Cocky bastard."
"I'll take that as a yes," Draco said, taking her hand and pulling her close to himself. They began dancing, and he noticed there was a hint of alcohol in her breath, but he didn't care, as there was probably more than a hint of the same substance in his. The song was slow and he had one of his hands on her shoulder and the other one on her hand.
"Never knew ferrets could dance," she commented and he laughed.
"There are many things you don't know, Weaselette."
"Oh, really? Show me how skilful you are." She was daring him. No one had ever dared him, well, not in this way at least. And to his astonishment, he found that incredibly sexy.
"Are you daring me? What happened to the old shy Weaselette we all knew and loved?" Draco was moving with the tune of the song, his eyes never leaving Ginny's. He stretched his arm and spun her away and back to him again. As she returned to him, he crushed her thin body to his.
"I didn't know you loved me, Malfoy. You know, me being a Weasley and you being a Malfoy. And as far as my old self is concerned, I guess I left her at the Burrow this summer. I got tired of her." As she said this, she pressed her hips closer to his.
Draco's breath was caught and he barely managed to respond. "Don't flatter yourself. I would never be emotionally involved with someone like you."
"Oh but you just said so! You're crushing my heart!" she said in a melodramatic voice.
"Am I really? I guess I'll just have to pretend you're not a Weasel for a while and think of you as a very normal witch," Draco teased her and lowered one of his hands to her waist.
"And how will doing so change the situation?"
"For starters, I'll treat you as though I'm not horribly disgusted by you. Then I may proceed to touch your skin."
"Yeah? How?"
"Like this." With that said Draco moved the hand that was still in hers up her arm to her shoulder. He began stroking her neck softly and then her chin. His fingers found the way to her lips and he touched lightly. He closed the distance between them and crushed their lips together. Her soft lips moved deliciously with his. He felt her moan when he slid his tongue in her mouth. But just as soon as he began enjoying himself she broke away.
"Oh fuck! Bloody hell, I just let you snog me!" she exclaimed quietly.
"Calm down, Weaselette, it's no big deal," he said as he dove in for another heated kiss. This time, however, he was not the only one doing some touching. Draco felt Ginny's hand lower to his waist. Her hips were moving slightly forward. Merlin, she was making him lose control. And that never happened. But she was just so, so damn hot at the moment.
He dragged her towards a corner in the ballroom. She was moaning lightly as he licked her neck and rushed his hands over her breasts.
"Malfoy! Stop it!"
"Excuse me," he apologised, his cheeks flushing a little as he awkwardly jerked his hand away and stepped away from her.
"I-I-you-what?!"
"I said, excuse me. We are, after all, in public; I did not intend to compromise your integrity."
When Draco realised his current partner was positively confused, not to mention shocked, he said, "I'm a gentleman Weaselette, not some bloody rapist you just came across. I, unlike you, was brought up with manners."
"And here I was, thinking you might not be that bad," Ginny said.
"Really? Then I guess I took a step forward."
"And two steps backwards, Ferret."
"Then why were you moaning?" With this, Ginny's face was almost the colour of her hair.
"See? I do turn you on, don't I?" Draco stated, smirking.
"You don't."
"You don't sound that convinced. Maybe I can help you decide." But before Ginny could formulate any reply, his hands were already on her waist again and his mouth on hers. His right hand began trailing a path upward, where it met her breast. Forgetting they were still in the ballroom, he began massaging it. Soon Ginny was moaning again and rocking her hips against his.
"I guess we've got an answer then."
Although Ginny did hear him, she was far too occupied to reply. Draco looked into her eyes and saw them dark with lust. He was moaning now, too. He felt soft lips on his again as he was consumed in another fiery kiss. Finally, needing some air, they broke apart.
"I think this is not the place." Ginny's voice was hesitant as she looked down, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Right. Come. I know a place," Draco said, grabbing her hand. Ginny didn't seem sure whether to follow him or not.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No," she said as she looked around once more as though hoping someone would come for her. To Draco's fortune, no one did.
After several minutes' walking, Draco stopped and opened a door. They were in a rather small room that had only a fireplace and a bed.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere. Don't worry, only Slytherins know of this place. You can only access to it if you have the Slytherin password," Draco explained. "Want a drink?"
"Err…yes, please." She watched him fill two glasses of firewhiskey from a bottle that lay beside the bed.
"Here." Draco took a sip from his own glass before he settled himself comfortably on the bed. She drank the whole glass before climbing on top of him.
Her eyes suddenly widened and a light blush crept over her face. Draco was sure she could feel his hardness, unable to hold himself back, he rolled her on her back and began licking her neck. With Ginny's help, Draco tugged off his robe and began taking his shirt off as well as his shoes and socks. All clothes were tossed carelessly on the floor.
Lowering himself again, he began raising the hem of Ginny's dress robe. He unbuttoned the back of her dress and took it off of her, taking a moment to admire her. He had been with many women (even some older than himself), but he had never seen such a body. She was wearing black knickers and bra, her milky skin covered by freckles.
When she noticed he was staring her face flushed and she glared. He smirked; she was a virgin. He had somehow suspected that, but never really thought she was. Ginny had had her own share of boyfriends, and the fact that she remained untouched turned him on beyond belief.
Ginny, who was nervous despite the considerable amount of alcohol she had drunk, was finding it difficult to keep her hands off of Draco. She unzipped his trousers and saw him in nothing more than a pair of green boxers. She swallowed hard.
Meanwhile Draco was entertaining himself with her bra. He took it off and began licking the right nipple as his left hand circled the left one. Ginny was moaning loudly and arching to his touch. His right hand went up her thigh. He felt her shiver and then moan some more. His hand moved slowly to her inner thigh, starting to play with her knickers. Soon, he began to take them off. And while he was doing this task he found Ginny surprisingly slick and wet. When his fingers were at her entrance she began rocking herself against them. Draco raised his eyes to see hers filled with nothing but lust.
"Draco, please, now." Draco loved how his named sounded on her lips. Her voice was cracking with nervousness. Draco immediately tugged off his boxers and with his wand performed a Contraceptive Charm. He entered her slowly and watched as her features clenched with pain.
"'You okay?" he managed to ask. She felt so tight and hot around him; he had to make a great effort not to move. She was so wet. He couldn't remember ever feeling this great. Maybe it was the fact that she was a virgin or the fact that they both knew it was pure lust. Whatever it was, Draco didn't care; at the moment he was just content to be there.
"Yeah," she answered as she raised her hips and then lowered them, creating a rhythm. Once she was comfortable, Draco began moving in and out, and Ginny was meeting thrust for thrust. They sped up, moaning loud and incoherent words. When Draco hit her sweet spot she rocked her hips against his harder.
With a loud final cry, she came. Her muscles contracted tightly against Draco, ripping his own orgasm from him. He collapsed on top of her. After a few moments he managed to regain his breath and rolled off of her.
While staring at the ceiling Draco noticed Ginny's breath had become even. He looked to his side to find her peacefully asleep. He stepped out of the bed, put his clothes back on, and rushed out of the room. He didn't want to spend the night there and then wake up with her by his side. That would be more than awkward, and he would rather avoid any sort of awkwardness at the moment. So he left and went towards his Head Boy dorm.
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Ginny woke up in the morning feeling her head was about to explode. When she was finally able to open her eyes, she realized where she was. All the events of the previous night came back to her. She looked around and saw no one.
A/N: Please R&R!! I'd love to know what you think!
