A.N: Well hello there! It's been what, years? I apologise to those who are avid readers of my Drarry fic 'Privacy' but I just don't know where to go with it any more. Maybe I'll try to carry on some day.

This is my take on Draco/Ginny in the future. I got my computer back from repair today and found this was pretty surprised that I managed to write something like this. This chapter is from Draco's POV which is a bit strange that I managed to write a sex scene from a male POV... yeah but I'm hoping the next will be from Ginny's perspective. Anyway, I hope you like it, it's still very witty, sweet, funny, sarcastic, sexual and angsty, just like Privacy.

We Only See Each Other At Parties

I've always hated social gatherings like this. Ever since I could walk my parent's dragged me with them, in a tight suit, my hair parted and combed perfectly, to parties like this. Now I have to attend them myself, to keep up my reputation. I have to smile and converse with the people I hate - my "work colleagues". It sounds corny, but I work alone.

Yes, I hate these parties, the restraint of it all, the only kind of party I'm into is one where you drink too much cheap liquor, pull the first girl you can and fuck for the rest of the evening, to forget your worries.

I'm stood in a circle, talking about something pointless and political with these nobodies when I catch sight of you. I couldn't mistake that red hair for anyone else.

"Ah Minister, what a pleasure to see you." someone calls out and he struts over to our group, like the peacock he thinks he is. Perfect Potter. Everyone knew he'd be made minister sooner or later; the only comfort I can take from it is that I have his dream job. Head Auror is what it says on the plaque on my office door, and I know he despises me for it.

While he catches up with the steady drivel of conversation with these bores, you stand patiently by his side, until he realises he hasn't introduced you. I would have introduced you, you know. I guess to downside of not having parents means Potter was never taught manners in the way mine were beaten in.

He smiles, "Gentlemen, this is Miss Ginevra Weasley, Ginevra, this is Abe, Michael, Anthony and Draco" You wince at him calling you by your full name, I know you hate it.
"Oh course you already know Draco" he continues. He's holding you by the waist, just a little too protectively, that you have to squirm to breathe.

"Yes, from school" I answer coolly. You return my smirk; we know each other better than he thinks.

Anthony and Michael suddenly leave, they say they're getting a drink but it's more than likely they're going to try and screw one of the girls from The Improper Use of Magic Office.. Abe has just asked if he can borrow our Minister for a few moments because he has important business to attend to and suddenly I realise it's going to be awkward with just you and I.

"I hate these work dos." I say suddenly.

"I hate them too, and I don't even work here." you smile.

"Oh, and they're very different at St Mungo's?"

"Different, but there's still as much sucking up and ass-licking as there is here".

Your emerald eyes sparkle, like we're two children having a very secret conversation. I forgot how similar we are in our cynicism.

"Merlin I need to get out of here. I need a smoke, a stiff drink and someone to fuck."

You pluck a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter, take a lazy sip then meet my eyes, "Then let's get out of here".

I see the familiar sparkle from those eyes and you look up at me through thick lashes.

"Didn't know you were the infidelious type, Weasley" I say, cuttingly.

"I much prefer the term 'spontaneous', Malfoy" you bite back, tossing your hair behind your shoulder.

I glance around, then, without a second's thought, grab your hand and apparate us back to my apartment.

The bewildered look on your face when we arrive is enough to gain you a small smile from me. I make my way to the bar in the corner of the room and pour myself a fire whiskey, the ice chinks about the glass and I look up to see you staring around the room.

"So you didn't decide to take us back to the grand Malfoy Manor?" you taunt.

I inherited the Manor a few years ago, when my mother passed away, and the Prophet made a huge fuss about how beautiful and grand it was, how much it was likely worth, including a detailed map of the house and a description of each room. It made me feel sick. All I could think of was my awful childhood and my psycho parents and how I couldn't think of anything worse than going back to live there. So I kept my bachelor apartment, it's not huge but I like that, it doesn't have the emptiness of the Manor.

I give you a steely look and simply shake my head - you know not to push me further about it.

"You want a drink?" I ask.

"Whatever you're having" you reply.

"Don't know if you'll be able to handle this stuff, being a girl and everything" I drawl. I know this'll rile you up, any competition and you're game.

You grab the glass and down the liquid in it, just to prove a point. I roll my eyes when you start coughing.

I sit on the cool leather sofa whilst you inspect various trinkets adorning the shelves. You know I'm watching you.

You turn round and ask "Mind, if I make myself comfortable?"

"Be my guest".

With that, you unzip the back of your dress and let it fall to the ground in a puddle of satin.

I raise my eyebrows. You're still looking curiously at nothing in particular, swaying about the room in a lacey black bra and matching panties. Merlin, Weasley, you really know how to get me going.

"Come here." I command.

You turn slowly and walk towards me; I can feel a familiar stirring in my pants as I rake my eyes over your pale skin.

I stand up and meet you in the middle of the room. You slink your hands around my waist, my fingers stroking your hips. You lean up, pressing your mouth to mine, licking against my lips until I part them and snake my tongue to meet yours. I breathe deeply, knowing I need to stay in control… you taste like cherries.

I run my hands over your hips, down to your thighs, cupping your ass and pulling your body closer to mine. I feel your nimble fingers undoing my shirt buttons, I run my fingers through your scarlet hair as we continue to kiss, feeling you breathe heavier now. You push off my shirt and use the opportunity to lick along my neck and collarbone. You're so preoccupied you don't realise I've removed your bra until the cool air hits your breasts, you whimper quietly as I run my hands over them. I lightly stroke your nipples, loving the way your body reacts, then take one and roll it between my fingers. You moan louder, leaning up again to capture my mouth. I keep one hand caressing your breasts as the other snakes down your spine, moving between your legs to cup your panties, they're a little damp – you're giving yourself away, Weasley. You press yourself against me, unable to do anything but gasp as I rub you over your panties.

"Draco, please." you whisper between breaths

"Hm?"

"Please… I need you."

I suddenly lose control, knowing I need this release as much as you do. I lift you up and place you on the bar. I feel your fingers on the button on my jeans and help you undo them, pulling them and my boxers down, revealing my prominent erection. You whimper again as I pull off your thong, throwing it across the room, we're both panting with desperation now. You pull me close, frantically kissing me, moaning against my mouth how much you want me inside you. I pull back and stare into your eyes;

"Ginny, are you sure?"

You meet my gaze and nod your head. This is the confirmation I need as I press myself against your opening. You tense up as I push in slightly, you're tight, and I'm probably more than you're used to. Caveman instinct means I can't help but smirk at the thought that I'm bigger than Potter.

I wait a few moments before pushing in further; you cry out this time at the mixture of pleasure and pain but beg me to keep going. I push in, all the way to the hilt, and wait until you're ready. I can feel you rocking gently against me, stretching yourself to my size and suddenly I know I can't wait any longer. I pull out and slam back into you as you moan in shock, then continue moaning loudly as I start up a slow rhythm you can match.

After only a few minutes I can feel you building up, the pressure I feel is intense as I pick up the pace, until I have to hold the small of your back so you don't fall off the bar. Your moaning gets louder and higher pitched as I thrust into you, faster and harder, until suddenly you squeal and throw back your head. I feel your muscles clamp down on me, taking me to the edge. I hit the peak and grunt, spilling myself inside you as you whimper quietly at the subsiding waves of pleasure you feel.

We look into each other eyes for a moment. Then I pull out, perform a quick cleaning spell and gather up my clothes, dressing quickly. I don't look at you but I hear you hop off the bar, zip your dress back on, then the familiar 'pop'.

I turn around and you've gone, and I'm left in my empty apartment, feeling worse than ever.

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