Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am just borrowing these characters for some well-intentioned smut.

Chapter 2

Draco stormed angrily into his room. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang that rattled the walls. God fuckin' Dammit! He was pissed. Pissed and aroused, not a good combination normally. But Fuck this time it was worse. He couldn't remember a time where his mind had been so overcome with rage or a time when his dick had been harder.

It felt as hard and heavy as iron. The thick head pressing into his zipper so hard he was sure there would be teeth marks. It throbbed like an open wound. And it felt as if his balls were trying to dig their way into his body.

It had been one of the most difficult things he'd ever had to do; walk away from her and spit out that pile of bullshit, . . . but in the end he'd done it. Somehow.

God, virgin or not, she could seduce the pope. Her big brown eyes, so soft and warm; yet full of hunger, of dark needs and darker wants. Not to mention her full cherry lips, so thick and red that they looked swollen from his kisses. He'd found himself wondering and wishing about what it would be like to have those lips surround his cock and suck it deep into her throat.

He didn't think it was possible but his already impossibly tight balls drew up tighter against his body.

"Argh," he groaned as he slumped back against his door. God she was a walking wet dream. All soft curves and skin. So sexually responsive that she came from the tiniest caress.

Her soft sighs and startled little "oh's" had nearly undone him. Her first one had his cock nearly punching a hole through his pants. The second one had him wanting to pound into her sweet, soft pussy and forget the world. And then that moan, oh that moan that sounded more like a whimper, when she came had him nearly blowing the top of his cock off.

Even now his breathing was ragged and his cock was throbbing. He just wanted to find her, fuck her and then maybe fuck her again. He didn't think he'd ever be sated with her. And she . . . oh fuck he had no doubt that she would happily take him; anywhere, any time, and any place. Bloody hell, he was sweating now, beads of it dripping down his face.

He couldn't think clearly. He could barely see or hear. Every ounce of energy was flowing to his erect cock or to his lust-fried brain, which only allowed it to create more erotic fantasies about his enemy.

Unconsciously his hand dove into his pants.

"Aah," he hissed as his fingers wrapped around the thick length of his cock. He slid his hand up, allowing his thumb to play with the slit there. He circled it, spreading the slick juices around his tip. He palmed the head and groaned as his cum began to boil in his balls. His slick hand moved easily up and down his turgid length. From base to tip, again and again. He squeezed and loosened his fingers, pulled his foreskin tight and let it go. Up and down. Up and down.

It felt like he'd never come. He just sat dangling on that painful precipice. His muscles burned, his balls throbbed, and his cock was being rubbed raw.

But he still kept mindlessly pumping. Up and down. Up and down.

He squeezed tight and with his other hand reached down to cup and massage his balls but still nothing happened. He only burned worse.

"Ginny," He growled causing an image of her to pop into his mind. She was naked, her tiny hand wrapped around him, pumping him so hard that her breasts bounced with every movement of her hand. Her other hand squeezed his balls, pushing and massaging the heavy aching sack.

"Come Draco. Come for me." She begged her voice a husky command.

And he did. His sticky seed spurted over his fingers until he fell limply against the door. Drained yet not sated, for even now his balls were still tight and aching.

* * *

She was asleep again. Perfect. She needed to know. He had to show her. She had to find the diadem and destroy it. From there, she and Draco could begin to right the egregious wrongs being committed just months in the future.

He touched a finger to her forehead, felt the shock as the images moved from him to her and then slipped back into the shadows.

* * *

A room full of objects, labyrinth-like in its set up, a lost diadem sat on a statue's head. Flames, so many flames. A basilisk's fang being plunged into the notebook of Tom Riddle until it bled black ink like blood.

"Destroy it, destroy the crown of wisdom," the man's voice commanded. It hissed through her brain like the harsh bark of an angry dog.

"How?" It was a mere thought but the voice heard.

"The boy will help."

"The boy—." She began but then her mind went blank. The images faded to black like at the end of a film and she fell deeper into sleep.

* * *

Draco woke up and quickly realized two things. One, he wasn't alone. And two his cock was so hard he thought his skin would split. He longed to stroke himself until he came but that was obviously pointless. And he didn't fell like doing it with someone in the room.

He cracked open his eyes a tiny bit, allowing only the tiniest slit for him to see out of and scanned the room. Better to not let them know he was awake. Oh bloody hell. It was her. Her red hair was free, curling wildly down to her waist. And her brown eyes were wide with hunger and want. She stood next to his bed, her hands clasped in front of her in a death grip. She was nervous. Good, she should be.

She took a step toward him, revealing a long lean thigh and calf through the slit of her robes. He wanted to lick his lips. Hell, he wanted to lick his way up her thighs until he reached her creamy center.

His cock surged and he bit back a groan. Oh God just leave, leave my room and leave me in peace. He silently begged. Did she listen? No, she took another step closer. So close now that her legs leaned lightly against his bed.

Fuck this. With a quick flick of his arm he reached out, pulled her to the bed, and pinned her beneath him.

* * *

Ginny was still trying to figure out how she'd gotten in this position a minute later. One second she'd been leaning against the bed, watching him sleep and the next she was on the bed, being crushed by his weight.

She squirmed, trying to break free but it was no use. He was too heavy, too big to dislodge. His weight pushed her into the mattress. His whole body was crushed to hers and, dear god he was naked. She could feel every inch of his skin. His warm, strong thighs were crushed to hers; his calves locked her legs in place. And oh my, his cock. She squirmed just to make sure. Yup it was his cock, rubbing against the bare flesh of her stomach. Fucking shirt couldn't stay in place. And now, now she had to deal with the feel of his thick, wet cock rubbing against her belly button.

She tried to ignore this fact and looked up, meeting his eyes, putting on a brave face. Meanwhile deep inside of her she was nearly melting and she was creaming in her panties.

"So to what do I owe this pleasure?" He growled while his grey eyes went dark with anger.

"I wanted . . ." She swallowed thickly. His harsh breathing had his cock rubbing on her belly. So hot and hard it burned her.

"What did you want, Weaselette? 'Cause the way I see it when a woman comes into a man's bedroom its only for one thing." Ginny gasped, her mind suddenly full of images. Him, above her sliding home. Her on her knees taking him deep into her mouth. His head between her thighs—.

Her pussy burned at the thought, the flames spiraling up into her belly. She wanted that, wanted him to eat her out until she was screaming his name. A phantom tongue circled her clit and she couldn't help the exploding sensations that consumed her.

"Oh," she moaned, her hips arching up into him.

"Is that what you want? One good fuck. What is Potter not man enough?" He punctuated his words with a small thrust of his hips. More heat exploded inside of her. She felt feverish. Her body coated with sweat, her entire body aflame with desire and pleasure.

She just wanted to grab him, hold onto his shoulders, and scratch her nails down his back as he rode her. But her hands were pinned, held down by one of his, above her head.

She was aching. She squirmed, canted her hips against his, rubbed her breasts against his chest and spread her legs. It didn't help.

"You know that's the second time you've spread your legs for me. Next time I won't be a gentleman and will take you up on your offer. He growled.

Then just as quickly, he was off of her. A rush of cool air against her front caused her to shiver. The cold finally broke her free of her lust for him. She searched the room trying to find him as her mind cleared. And though she hated to admit it part of her was hoping she would catch of glimpse of what she was sure was a magnificent body, au natural.

Unfortunately he'd managed to throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt in that short span of time.

"What are you still doing here?" He snarled as he turned around.

Ginny sat up, smoothed down her shirt and cleared her throat. "I need you help." She ventured cautiously.

"What Potter can't defeat Voldemort without little ole me? Please, he doesn't need me. He just wants information. I am merely a convenience." He leaned arrogantly against the wall. His lips uplifted in that all too familiar smirk. Her temper rose like an uncoiling snake inside of her and she had to fight back to the urge to smack that smirk off of his lips.

"Did I mention Harry? No I said I. I need your help . . . Jackass." She muttered the curse under her breath and thankfully he didn't hear.

"Ooh temper, temper Weasley. So you do have a back bone after all. Or maybe it's the red hair? You know fiery temperament." He teased.

She wanted to smash his face in. She once again wanted to slap the smug smile from his face. But knowing it wouldn't help she bit back her anger and continued explaining in a calm, cool voice.

"I need you to help me find the diadem of Ravenclaw and then destroy. It houses a piece of Voldemort's soul, we need to get rid of it to be rid of him."

"And why would I help get rid of him, he is after all my dark lord?" He folded his arms over his chest as if offering up a challenge to her.

"Cut the crap ferret. I know you don't really believe that crap. You couldn't kill Dumbledore. You cried to moaning Myrtle for God's sakes. You may have the mark but you don't want it. It was probably forced upon you." She folded her arms too, as if to say top that. But when that all too familiar smirk slid across his lips she felt her confidence sag.

"Maybe, but maybe I've grown to love it in the past year—."

"Bullshit, if you did you would be out there with the Carrows, helping hurt the innocent but instead here you are standing idly by." She leapt off the bed and stalked closer to him. She knew she was right. There was no other explanation. And finally when she was about a foot away his arrogance dropped away.

"Why me? Why my help?" He asked in a small, defeated voice. One she didn't recognize as his.

"I don't know. I had dreams, t-telling me to save . . . you. Last night I dreamed of the diadem, of destroying it."

"And if I help you, what do I get?" He asked suddenly.

Ginny wanted to respond by saying, "me you get me. Anytime. Anywhere." But stopped herself. As much as she believed he wanted her she knew there was something he wanted more.

"Freedom. You'll be free of your father, Voldemort, and all other deatheaters." He blew out a long breath, his shoulders sagged, and he nodded just slightly. A sense of triumph burst inside of her, filling her with joyful pride.

"Okay, I'll help but just answer me this." He paused and she felt her joy deflate just slightly. What on earth could he want to know? Yet she had no choice, she nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" She laughed as much in relief as in mirth.

"Feminine Wiles?" She offered with a slight tilt of her head. He laughed while shaking his head.

"No matter how beautiful you are no Slytherin would let you in." He murmured. His hand reached out as if to touch her but dropped immediately. A deep, bittersweet ache crashed through her chest, so hard it brought tears to her eyes. She blinked them away, and finally answered his question, not wanting to deal with her emotions as of yet.

"I stood outside, found out the password and snuck in at around five a.m. when no one was awake." He chuckled, somehow managing to sound a bit sad before murmuring "smart girl".