Damn, I want her, had been Draco's thoughts as he sat, subdued, at the breakfast table with most of the Weasley clan.
It had been two days since he had gotten to know Ginny a little more than he had ever actually thought he would, and it was now consuming his every waking, and sleeping it also appeared, moment. His dreams certainly seemed to want them to have another go-around if the predicament he had woken up to find himself in for the past two days was any indication.
He was also not used to this 'no sex for more than three days' thing that seemed to be going on. His reputation as the Slytherin Sex God was well earned and he had become accustomed over the past few years to thrive off of that attention.
"Draco, dear, would you pass the jam?" Mrs. Weasley spoke from down the table, snapping him from his thoughts.
He absentmindedly passed the jam, noticing as he did so that it actually appeared to be closer to that brute, George, and she just seemed to want to involve him in their pointless morning chatter.
"So what are you kids doing today?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"We thought we'd go out to the paddock and play some Quidditch," said Ron as he shoveled eggs into his mouth at an alarming rate.
"That sounds lovely," Mrs. Weasley nodded her approval, "You should all go. Have some fun." Fun had become rather limited with the war approaching.
Draco had thought when she had said, 'You should all go,' she had meant all those red-haired brats, the mudblood, and That-Lucky-Son-of-a-Bitch-Who-Somehow-Managed-to-Not-Die-Yet, but as he turned to retreat to his bedroom, she stopped him.
"You too, Draco," she said gently, "you need to get out of the house as well. You're looking a little pale."
"A little?" Ginny snorted, causing Fred and George to erupt in laughter.
Draco snapped his head around to shoot her a deathly glare. "Fine," he said through clenched teeth, becoming well aware of how inviting Ginny's breasts looked in her too-small green tank top.
The game was in full swing as Ginny raced toward the two trees they were using as a goal, sweat drenching her body.
They had been playing for hours and they were tied at 180 points each. She threw the Quaffle at Ron who was acting as Keeper for the opposing team which consisted of himself, Fred, Charlie, and Malfoy. Ginny, Harry, George, and Hermione were acting as the other team but were at a major disadvantage since Hermione was terrified of being in the air and had only actually flown a handful of times.
Ron blocked the shot, throwing the Quaffle to Malfoy who easily launched it past Hermione who was acting as Ginny's team's Keeper. The Quaffle soared through the goal just as Harry's hand closed over the Snitch. Ginny's team won and they all landed, screaming in victory as they did so.
"Nice try, boys," George smiled as they made their way to the ground.
"Yeah, yeah, you won. We get it, now who wants to go for a swim?" said Ron grumpily.
"That sounds great," said Ginny cheerfully, as they made their way across the Weasley's property toward a large, inviting pond. When they arrived the boys all stripped off their shirts, shoes and pants, leaving them in their boxers. Malfoy looked somewhat disgusted by the pond idea altogether, but must have came to the conclusion that cool water was much more enticing than standing there, a sweaty mess, for he stipped down too and jumped in. Ginny kicked off her denim cutoff shorts, leaving her in her tank top and underwear and dove into the water. Hermione also threw her shorts aside, joining her friends in the cool pond.
Ginny floated on the surface of the water and observed what was going on around her. Charlie, Fred, and George were dunking Harry repeatedly into the water, and she thought about telling them to stop but realized that he was actually having fun and it was a nice change from the somber, quiet Harry that they had all been seeing lately. Ron and Hermione were situated very close to each other near the edge of the pond, talking quietly and smiling every now and again. Ginny smiled to herself. She was glad it seemed like Ron had finally pulled his head out of his arse long enough to realize what was right in front of his nose; she was getting very tired of hearing them bicker nonstop about nothing and very much hoped they would get it together.
Ginny gasped as she felt a hand on the back of her thigh and turned around quickly, only to realize that it was Malfoy. He smirked lazily at her and stared obviously at her breasts, causing her to narrow her eyes at him and sink lower into the water to obstruct his view.
"Spoilsport," he muttered so only she could hear him. She was about to retort when she heard Ron yell across the pond, "Gin! Is that git bothering you?"
"No, Ron, it's fine!" she yelled back, pissed at him for thinking she couldn't take care of herself. "I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to head in," she said to the group in general before wiggling out of the water, grabbing her shorts and walking back towards the house. Draco waited a few moments before slipping, unnoticed, out of the water, throwing on his pants and shoes and walking briskly in the direction she had gone in.
He fell into step beside her, taking care to let his hand lightly brush her backside in a would-be-innocent way.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, hoping he would just go away.
"Well, Weasley," he drawled, letting his hand brush up against her arse again, causing her to shoot him a deathly glare before quickening her pace even more. "I was just wondering if you'd thought any more about my invitation?" he asked as he stepped in front of her path.
"What invitation was that, Malfoy," she asked angrily, "The one where you want me to sleep with you even though I think you're an annoying, evil, stupid prat who deserves to have his Death Eater arse catapulted off of a cliff? Because it's not going to happen! I hate you so don't talk to me, don't touch me, and stop smirking at me whenever you see me, it's creepy. Now get the fuck out of my way." She attempted to side step him but he wouldn't let her pass, seemingly only to rile her up further. She stepped right, he stepped right. She went to the left, he went to left.
"Get out of my way, you bastard!" she yelled at him furiously.
"Temper, Weasley. Why so angry? Is it because Potter's not getting the job done? We've already established that I can help you with that," he drawled as her backed her up until her back found a wall of her father's shed.
"Don't bring Harry into this you arsehole, you don't know anything about that so don't even go there."
He could tell he had found her weak spot and smirked to himself, "Fine, tell me about it then. You lost your virginity to him and now he's leaving and you can't be together? He doesn't want you anymore? Is that it, princess?"
"I hate you," she spat at him, raising her hand to slap that annoying smirk off of his handsome face.
She gasped as he caught her hand firmly in one of his own and then quickly leaned down and began planting hot, lazy kisses along her neck, causing her to arch her back to get closer to him and moan loudly.
"Oh I can tell you really fucking hate me," he whispered between kisses as he moved even closer to her, making her gasp as she felt his hardness press into her belly. She grasped him by the neck, guiding his lips to meet hers in a heated kiss, causing them both to moan in pleasure. That was it. From that moment on it was a flurry of hands, a race to see who could get to the finish line faster. They parted briefly as he ripped her tank top almost violently over her head before diving back in for another searing kiss, lifting her up by the hips so she could wrap her legs around him to accommodate their height difference.
"Fuck," he growled as she moved her hands to grasp him briefly through his trousers before moving to unfasten his belt buckle and push his pants down far enough to reach what she needed. She reached inside his still soaking wet boxers to grasp him firmly and began pumping her hand up and down, causing him to groan loudly. She threw her head back as he began massaging her breast through her bra, trying to return the favor to her for what she was making him feel. He fisted a hand in her hair, guiding her lips back down for another lust filled kiss before they were interrupted by one very angry brother.
"What in the name of hell do you think you're doing to my baby sister?"