Ginny was shocked, truly shocked. Not just at the action but the heat that she felt along with it. As much as she wanted to push Draco away she realized she couldn't, or maybe just wouldn't. Her body wasn't listening to her. She kept telling herself that she didn't mean to enjoy it, or to kiss him back. But the sad part was she couldn't lie to herself.

Draco let go of her wrist and wrapped his arms around her. He drew her body hard against his and her arms wrapped around him. He had started this out of pure amusement, a simple challenge. But it seemed as if he was way over his head. He didn't expect what he had tried to hide so hard, unleash.

Her hand was in his hair now, gripping it, pushing him closer to her, making sure he wouldn't stop. Her other hand gripped his shoulder. She would have hated the fact that she liked how his skin felt, if she could think right.

His tongue slid into her mouth, and touched hers. She shivered, and he slid his tongue over hers. When she shivered again, he picked her up. Her legs slid around his waist, while he turned and walked to his bed.

He laid her down with surprising gentleness, and then followed onto the bed after her, the kiss picking up the passion. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't be doing this, that she was in love with Harry… that this was wrong. But when he started to unbutton her shirt, or when he slid it off of her shoulders, and touched beneath her breasts, her body heated up with fire, and she knew this was where she needed to be, at least for the time being.

But then again, it wasn't as if her body was listening to her. Or maybe it was, maybe she had secretly wanted this for a long time. He broke the kiss once he got her bra off, and nuzzled the side of his neck. He was breathing hard, and so was she. He couldn't be as nervous as she was, could he?

Draco kissed the side of her neck gently, than ran his tongue over the exact spot. She shivered and he couldn't help but smile. Her skin was deliciously soft, and he was surprised at the fact that she didn't spell like potions, but more like cinnamon. He sucked on her neck gently as his hands slid down to her skirt.

She moaned and tilted her head to the side, closing his eyes and cradling his head there. Hooking his thumbs under her skirt, and underwear he slid them down, to her ankles, where she kicked them off.

His lips left her throat only to plant small little kisses from there to her shoulder, then back, until he reached the valley in between her breasts. His licked from there around the bottom of one breast, and then ran his tongue over the nipple. She moaned, and his name left her mouth in a soft whisper. He blew over the nipple and it hardened even more.

His mouth opened and he closed it over the nipple, sucking on it hard. Ginny's back arched as she cradled his head there. She closed her eyes when his hand began to massage the other breast, then he took that nipple in between his fingers only to rub and tease it, just like his mouth teased the other.

Her head tilted back as she moaned and the words, "Oh Yes," left her mouth. His mouth switched to the other nipple then and her body shivered even more. His hand traveled down over her belly to the triangle of curls in between her legs. He rubbed her slowly, and she arched her back again, her nails now pressing into his shoulders.

When he put a finger inside of her she cried out his name loudly. His mouth left her nipple and he sat up to look at her, while his finger moved faster in and out of her. "You're beautiful." His voice was incredibly husky.

Somewhere within her pleasure she realized he was holding himself back. That he still had some control, and she didn't like it. Not one bit. When she open her eyes she came to realize that his pants we're still on and franticly she undid them, and pulled them and his boxers down.

This was her chance to be bold, she suddenly told herself. His finger had stopped, and he looked at her in surprise and she smiled, as her eyes roamed over his body. Her hands followed until she got to his member which turned her face, not to mention most of her body red. He smirked softly, and slid his finger out of her.

One hand slid cautiously over his member and he hissed in pleasure. She looked at him, and saw the change in his eyes, he was barely holding on now. Good. She thought. Serves him right. She loved the dangerous look in his eyes, it urged her on. She drew her hands over him again and again, rubbing him gently now.

He closed his eyes as he moaned, and then gripped the sheets, trying to regain his self control. He failed, and took her hands off of him. She smirked at him, obviously pleased at what she had done. He gripped her hips and thrusted into her.

She winced in pain and he didn't move. He knew it would hurt, but he wasn't prepared for how quickly he wanted to protect her, protect her from something he had done. Finally he began to pull out, at a lost for words, planning on just holding her and finally doing something he couldn't remember ever doing, apologizing.

But she wrapped her legs around him and whispered, 'No."

He was amazed with her and replied, "Are you sure?"

She nodded and he began going in and out of her in a gentle pace. She moaned his name as he did hers. He wanted to take it easy with her, but she begged him to go faster. He was more then happy to oblige her and began going faster, and harder. He grabbed her hands, and pinned them down next to her head. Their fingers intertwined, and he leaned down close to her lips looking into her eyes. She realized there was a look of possession there, and strangely, she loved it.

He kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back. He continued to go faster, then would slow down and speed up. It was driving her crazy. She kept calling out his name, and he called out hers. He would whisper things, sweet little endearments that she figured she would have never heard from him.

She reached her point, her climax. When she did she cried out his name louder then ever before, she felt as if she floated to the clouds. The moment he felt her muscles contract he knew what was happening, and within two more thrusts he joined her.

He rolled, collapsing at the same time while he dragged her into his arms. She didn't want to admit how much she loved this moment, or the fact that it came from him. She felt his thumb gently rub over the crook of her waist, and she snuggled closer to him. What in all the witches' and warlock's names was happening to her?