I'm sorry for not adding a small writers-note at the start of the first chapter, now a lot of things are unclear and I didn't add a disclaimer of some sort either. Anyway, I'll try to clarify the most of the unclear things in the story. It's an after-Hogwarts fic, obviously. In this story, Ginny never became a professional quidditch player, but that's the freedom of the writer, right?

Anyway...
Disclaimer: there's not a lot here but what's here isn't mine.

On to the next chapter, which shows that this story is rated (strong?) T for a reason. Also, I've never written something like the scene below before, so be nice...please?


Reporter was not the best paid job, she didn't get the chance to go to the best hotels, but at least it was an honourable job to do, as thousands of wizards read the stories she had written. She had never jeopardized her career in any way, and in four years she had become a generally respected personality in the reporter world, even though she was only 22 years old.. In her sleep, she kept on wondering why she had to meet Draco at that unfortunate moment, and why he even was here. She knew he had to travel a lot for his job as well, but what his job was, had always been a bit unclear to her. Not that she wanted to know anyway, she didn't want to be an interference in his life...

Morning had broken. Ginny woke up slowly because the cold air was giving her goosebumps, but very soon she felt a large weight on he left arm, that she had the habit of to stretch it while she was sleeping. She opened her eyes slowly. When she saw what had happened, she swore about things that shouldn't be mentioned.

Draco Malfoy was almost draped over her like a table-cloth. He hadn't told her that he was, apparently, a wild sleeper. His legs were practically on hers, strangling her. She was sure that hadn't been his meaning when he went to bed last night. Her left arm was under his body. She had no idea how this had happened. He was too heavy for her to push away or even shake him.

Ginny decided it would be the best to yell, so he would wake up, and so would their neighbours, probably.

"HEY MALFOY, GET UP, YOU LAZY COW!"

Draco moved his eyelids but his eyes stayed closed. Ginny yelled again. Still, not a single movement. She didn't want to get the neighbours complaining, so she did one think she had always wanted to do. She slapped him in his face. Hard.

Strangely enough, he woke up this time. But instead of turning over, he decided not to move, which didn't make the situation any easier for the both of them.

"What are you doing in my bed?" he asked, with a sleepy voice.

"In case you didn't remember, this was our bed for one night. And if I'd known that you're such a restless sleeper, I would've kept this bed for my own."

Ginny had kicked the sheets of her bed in her sleep, that was why she woke up feeling chilly. She would gather them later, now was not the time. Although it would be a rather great excuse to get away here. As Draco moved his body a few inches, the pain got worse. She wondered if he even realised her arm was underneath his body.

"Sonovab..."

Now he must have noticed, but he didn't seem to care about it. She angrily stared into his eyes, and he stared back with as much horror and disgust as he could.

"What? What did I do?"

"Apart from almost insulting my mother?" he said, but he sounded like he didn't want to finish his sentence because he hestitated a few seconds, "you gave me a nice little present there."

And then she felt it. It was his arousal pressing through the fabric of his pants, right into her leg. Of course it was a perfectly healthy and normal reaction for a guy when he's so close to a girl, and even more when he hadn't had a sexual release for like, months, which was normal when traveling. That didn't make it less awkward. Of everything she could do because of the awkwardness of the situation, she burst out laughing.

"That…that is the joke of the year!" she was laughing so hard that her belly started to hurt, "Draco Malfoy: aroused by somebody he loathes, and who's totally grossed out by him," she tried to stop laughing, but she couldn't, "that's so funny, you have no idea!"

She stopped laughing immediately when she felt his hand move up her upper leg. Her bare upper leg. That bloody nightgown had exposed way more skin than she wanted. Draco had obviously taken control of the situation. His touch almost made her forgot how to breath as his thumb was making lazy circles over her skin, softly touching every square inch. She felt her pulse quicken, be it involuntary. She bit her lower lip, she was turned on more than she ever wanted to admit.

She tried to get away, to move her leg, but she couldn't. It was like he had stupified her or something. He partly hovered over her and that made her arm hurt even more. She took a sharp breath through her nose to stand the pain.

"Please Weasley, don't even try to make me believe that your mind is not in the gutter at the moment," he smiled with that false smile of his, "because I know it's all you can think off."

Suddenly, she regained control of her own limbs again. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand and quickly removed his hand from her leg.

"Don't you ever dare to do that again!" she hissed, "and you've no idea about what I'm thinking at the moment. Because if you did, you wouldn't be very happy, I tell you, and you'd better believe me! Now, get off my arm, you sick bastard, or I'll report you for sexual harassment!"

She was surprised by how quick he let go off her arm, but he kept staring at her with an intense look. She also realised that she had reacted more intense than she had intended, she obviously was tense.

Ginny made her move off the bed and gathered the sheets on the other end of the bed and put them on the bed, before folding them neatly. She looked up to Draco when she was done.

"You really should take a cold shower, you know" she said and she grinned. In one fast move, Draco got up from the bed as well, and before he brushed past her, he wispered softly, almost seductively, in her ear, without touching her.

"I hope you're aware that you're responsible for this?" he had a small, almost evil grin on his face, when he walked towards the bathroom.

Ginny closed her eyes and felt her cheeks redden again. She sighed as soft as she could, and she hoped he couldn't hear it. Her pulse still hadn't gone back to normal yet.

She had been traveling for months now, and so had Draco, she knew that. Both of them had probably built up so much sexual tension without a release, that they could light up the whole city.

Before he reached the door, she spoke again, her voice steadier than she actually felt.

"I could take care of that...situation you have..."

Draco turned around, slowly, as she did a few steps forward.

"You think so?" he said, barely changing his expression, although his eyes hinted he was relieved she actually asked.

Ginny nodded slowly.

"I mean...just to relieve some tension, it would be good for us both, I guess," she said, "and after...you know...we can go back to how it was, back to normal."

Silence. A very awkward silence.

Suddenly, Draco began to move, walking towards her. Almost without touching her, he moved Ginny back to the bed, and although he only stared at her, she could feel the heath radiating through his body. She had to take steps backward, until her legs hit the bed and she fell down on it on her back. She crawled backwards just when Draco started crawling towards her, until his face was only inches away from hers. He let his fingers wander through some strands of her long red hair.

"Are you sure you'll do it right?" he whispered.

"No," she breathed, "we'll do this right."

He didn't wait, he closed the gap between their lips. Ginny thought it was the best thing she had experienced in almost four months. From that moment, they were lost like a tiny little boat on open sea: wanting to get rid of the last layers of fabric they wore as fast as possible. When they had finally managed to do that, it was skin against skin.

For two people who evidently loathed each other, the sex they had was surprisingly intense. Ginny realised she had been right about the unreleased tension. The longer you waited for a release, the more intense the experience. She also noticed that she tended to be a lot more vocal than usual, but she didn't even have the breath to scream.

When she fell down that black hole of satisfaction eventually, she finally managed to scream.

She screamed his name.


Are you with me again? I know, it was a bit lame, but I'm trying to become better at this kind of scenes, as I really like to write them.


I promise I will
write one more chapter, an epilogue.