Disclaimer: JKR's characters. I just get to play with them.
Re-uploading with some edits
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Chapter One: The Situation
Her cries reverberated off the ceilings. No silencing charm was put up- it wasn't necessary in the huge, empty manor that was occupied by only one- well, two at this moment. Her back arched as he drove into her and withdrew again, breasts pressed against his chest. His fingers were pressed upon her hip-bone and felt warm as they burned into her skin, sticky with sweat and leaving bruises that would need to be concealed with glamours later on. His knuckles were white with urgency. Every time he entered her walls a cry and a grunt was tossed into the air for the empty manor to echo back.
What a sight the clashing pair presented. Her red hair was splayed upon the white pillow; pieces fell across her shoulders trailing down her chest, matted with sweat. His equally sweat-soaked hair pushed partially flat against his forehead and partly streaked back by clinging fingers. The firelight in his dark bedroom made his strands appear luminescent.
Over the lovers' shoulders hung the moon in a blanket of twinkling stars that was revealed only when the thick, velvet drapes were cast aside as they were now. The beauty of the sky was lost on the tangled limbs. A black, satin dress lay on the floor amidst other clothing: a black belt, silver heels, some black object that was once knickers but was now nothing more than shredded lace. The lust of the moment evident in the haphazard way the clothes were tossed in a trail leading to the wall, and then the bed.
A tanned and freckled leg roughly wraps around his thrusting body, pushing him in deeper. Pale pink lips traced her jaw line, her neck, and finally her nipped at lips. His hands wound around her hips to under her backside, adding to the pleasure he was giving her. Toes curled in bliss.
Another moan is released into the heavy air as fingernails raked down pale broad shoulders, a gold band caught a flicker from the fireplace. White silk sheets lay completely useless at the foot of the mahogany four-poster bed- their owner opting for appearance rather than practicality as the material had a tendency to cling in an uncomfortable fashion. Their eyes locked until he couldn't take it anymore. His body quivered and stretched suspended above her rocking form. She lifted her head from the pillow and opened her lips to suck his collarbone suspended above her as a plea for him to keep moving.
He withdrew and grinned at her. A disappointed cry escaped her lips, which prompted him to quickly kiss her pink pout and slide down her body. A warm tongue darted from his mouth, caressing her and making her squirm. Once again she resumes her rocking, bordering on quick jerks of her hips. Picking up the pace, he traces her with a long, deft finger in a way that spoke of his familiarity. Her fingers gripped his white blond hair and moaned in delight. He would never leave her unsatisfied. Moments later the room is quiet, breathing returning to a more regular pace. The lovers have finished and slowly extricate themselves from each other. His eyes fluttered shut, but reopened when he felt her weight lift off of the bed. Draco sighed as he watched her strap her heels back onto small feet. "Just one night?" he asked her.
No, no she couldn't stay. Her tossled mane shook from side to side with the inevitable answer. Of course she couldn't stay- her own bed was waiting for her several thousand kilometers away. "You know we're great together, Gin. You know we belong together but you refuse to admit it, just once can you admit it for me?" he questioned her retreating form. A glance over her shoulder made him hope for the answer he so desperately needed to hear.
Swollen lips parted and formed the words in a whisper: "Harry is waiting…tomorrow at eight I'll be here as always. Isn't that good enough for you?" She couldn't look at him as she spoke the words, focusing only on the buttons of the dress.
Draco raised himself from the cotton sheets but remained silent. Slinking over to her, his naked form gracefully drapes across her clothed one as he stares into her honey colored eyes. He didn't have to answer that. Ginevra knew that they were meant to be together, not only in the physical sense that they started as, but they were meant to be together in all senses of the word. What started as a means of money for Ginevra and a night of fun for Draco now made them yearn for the other every second of the day.
Heels clicked on the wooden floor and down the stairs. Draco could feel her presence leave through the manor's west entrance as she walked out of his house, out of his life until the next day. Draco returned to his bed, smiling sadly at the mess the two had made. He lay on top of the sheets, feeling the night air blow in from the windows across his body, raising the bumps where sweat was cooling rapidly. Looking at the ceiling, he sighed. Sure, he didn't mind the arrangement- he got to make love to her at night, treat her like a princess during the day, and didn't have to deal with the hassles of married life. Ginevra, similarly, got 15,000 galleons a month for her services to him- not that he didn't want to give her every last knut he had, but it would cause suspicion. He sighed and rolled over, trying to push the image of her eyes staring up at him from his mind. Draco clutched his pillow to his face, taking in her vanilla and jasmine perfume that clung to the pillow.
Why did she go back to Potter? She claimed it was love…what bullshit.
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AN: Thanks for reading. I know it's short but please review because I'm testing this plot out and I want to know what you think. I'll try and make the other chaps longer if people enjoy this one. The story isn't all going to be sex (sorry) but there will be quite a lot so if that bugs you than this isn't the story for you.
xxoo -ssb