The inspiration for this story was from a Draco/Ginny Story on entitled "Lie to Me" and has a similar ending.
It was a cold winter's day when he first had her. They had awkwardly met in the middle of a thick wood. She looked like a goddess, the snow and wind whipping around her, making her hair float and eyes sparkle. A feeling bubbled up in the pit of his stomach and he knew the only way he could release it was with her.
It had been awkward. There were elbows and unsure touches as they slid each other's clothes off to the floor of a cheap hotel with an amazing view in a village no one knew of. He felt frightened, but only for a second, the first time he saw her, underneath him, eyes closed, panting slightly. He snapped out of it, because it was just sex.
Nothing more.
He had penetrated her to find she was still a virgin. She bit her lips, blood rushing to them, making their appearance dark and inviting. He kissed them, and she moaned, urging him to move.
Their bodies had made odd slapping noises as their hips had met and jerked. But she had felt amazing. The walls of her sex clamped tightly around him, and he felt like he was high. As he soared, he brought her to a climax that sent her scratching his back, her body arching against him. This brought on a feeling he couldn't describe. It was if he was on fire with such feeling he couldn't express. He felt himself just go until his ride was over.
He collapsed on her chest.
He panted, not believing what had just happened and now aware of the aftermath it could cause. He looked at her, to see her eyes closed, her breathing regular.
He wondered if he should leave.
But something, or someone made him stay. He lay in the bed, next to her. She was shivering slightly, and the next thing he knew, he had rolled her over to him, and was holding her close to his chest.
In the days that followed, he grew accustomed to feeling her. Every single inch of her. He took her too many times to count. It seemed that he always had to have her, always needed her so close.
After a week, she had just rolled off the top of him, and snuggled to his chest. Her shining emerald eyes looked up at him, and she whispered;
"I need to go back soon."
She had left the next morning, the smell of flowers lingered on the pillow and all over his clothes. He left by the afternoon, the ghost of her body and his feeling's starting to haunt his heart.
It was spring and she was all over him.
Her hair was red, which he justified was close enough to pink, as he stripped her of her clothing. Her eyes were different, which he justified was close enough to unique was he glanced into them. Her skin was touchable, which he justified as close enough to baby soft as he ran his fingers against her stomach. Her skin was white, which he justified has close enough to porcelain. Her moans and noises were filled with want, which he justified as close enough to desire. Her hips would rise against his, which he justified as close enough to moving in tune together. But when he came, his high was not close to what he had experienced with her.
He climbed off of her, she noticed his cold demur snapping back on. She glanced at him, and noticed how fast he placed his clothing on. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to love her. She wanted him to say it.
She cocked her head to the side, sliding on a sexy smirk and whispered, three lust filled words.
"Lie to me."
He glanced at her, a vision of a pink hair women with emerald eyes filling his mind.
"You were close enough." Was all his lips pushed out to hers, as he turned and left.