They were kissing. And, it was amazing. Ginny had never kissed someone that tasted so good and knew what they were doing. He slammed her body against the door and entangled his hands into her hair. She just kept on kissing him. A tiny voice in her head kept telling her to remember something very important in this moment, but she just kept ignoring it. She was enjoying herself too much to think.

When her shoes miraculously disappeared, she got hornier. When the skirt flew off, she started to drip. When his suit jacket, tie, and shirt were gone, she was positively ready. And then, when he was lavishing her neck, she opened her eyes. Somehow, amongst all this heat and passion that had consumed them, she opened her eyes to stare straight into a picture of Draco with his arm over Blaise's shoulders from Hogwarts. She went limp in his arms and he stopped.

"What's wrong?" He asked, while breathing heavily.

"We can't do this." She told him while turning her back to him to bend over and pick up her discarded clothes and shoes. She was wearing a matching blue thong that night so her arse was in perfect view for him.

"Why not?"

"Blaise." She answered.

"What about Blaise?" He questioned while coming up behind her and kissing the side of her neck. God, she loved the feeling to that. She turned around and faced him and took a step back.

"What we are doing to him is wrong. This will break his heart."

"Wait…What?" He paused and they stood looking at each other for a few minutes. She watched as his face showed different emotions until it settled on anger. She grew nervous, thinking he was mad at her for causing him to cheat on Blaise.

"You thought I was gay?" He roared.

"Well, yeah." She answered feeling sheepish.

"And, why is that?" He demanded.

"Well, Blaise, for instance. And then there is your clothes, your hair, your nails, and everything else about you!" She yelled in return. She was horrified. She couldn't believe that he wasn't gay. This whole time, she thought he was and revealed so much of her body to him. She had dressed in front of him countless times and shamelessly ground her arse against his cock while dancing every time they went clubbing!

"Well, Ginevra, I am NOT gay. I never have been. In all frankness, I would love nothing more than to feel your tight pussy around my cock! And, you would know that if you would have asked or if you would have felt my fucking cock ages ago! God, you are something! All this time, I thought I was competing with a git like Creevey, when actually, I was never in the fucking race because you thought I was gay because of how I dress!" He yelled. She felt like a tiny ant about to be squished.

"Well, and Blaise, too. I thought you guys were together the night we met."

"Well, contrary to what you believe, I am NOT gay and I have done nothing but want you this whole time!" He yelled. By this time, he was breathing heavily and she was horny again. She was relieved to find that he wasn't gay and that he was available to top it off. She had wanted him so bad this whole time and the only thing holding her back was his sexuality. Now that she knew he was straight, she wanted him more than ever.

She jumped on him and began kissing him with more force than before. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself against his 'fucking cock' with vengeance. He gripped her arse and kissed her back with more fervor and carried her into his bedroom and threw her onto his bed. He snaked up her body, kissing along his way. It was dark in the room and they could barely see each other, but Ginny didn't care. She just needed to feel him. He pulled her body up to remove her shirt and unhook her bra. When she fell back down to the bed, she was in nothing but her panties. His lips came crashing down on hers again and hands were everywhere.

She reached down to unbuckle his pants and undo the button and zipper. She shimmied them down his legs while never breaking their heated make out session. She needed to feel more skin. She went ahead and pushed down his boxer briefs and was a little frightened when she felt his penis flop, hard, onto her stomach. It was huge. She was both scared and delighted. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke up and down.

"I feel it now." She told him and he moaned.

She felt his hand make its way down her body and began to rub her clit over her panties. She marveled at the feel. His expert hands teased her for a moment, over the panties, until her moved them aside and swiftly inserted a finger into her depths. She arched her back at the intrusion, having almost forgotten what it felt like to be touched by someone else. She moaned when his fingers curled, touching the most glorious of spots. She began to pump her hand around his penis faster, trying to catch up with his fingers. She was beginning to lose it. They way his fingers curled inside her body made her cum in a fitful of cries. She was panting from her orgasm and felt a small sheen of sweat grace her body. She felt miraculous and wanted to feel it again.

"Tell me how much you want me."

"I want you so fucking bad. I've wanted you for three months." She whispered.

As soon as the words left her mouth, he ripped off her panties and plunged his engorged cock into her wet pussy. She gasped at the sudden movement, but easily recuperated and began to rock her hips in time with his. With each thrust, he brought her closer to the edge of bliss. He kissed all over her face and neck while gripping her hands above her head with his. It was the most intoxicating and completely involved sex she had ever had. She was so involved with the act and felt so good with his powerful body above hers that she never once thought of other things she could be doing in this moment. All she cared about was him above her and hoping he would continue to pummel into her.

She was moaning so loud with every thrust, but she didn't care. It felt too good. The next stroke, she started to feel it. The next it built up fast. The last, the flood gates opened and she came, screaming. His pumps became erratic after that and he came with a loud grunt inside her. He collapsed on top to her, both of them sweaty. They breathed heavily for a few moments before he rolled off of her and lay onto his back next to her while grabbing her hand. They lay in silence for a while before either of them spoke.

"Well, I'm going to want to do that again. Most likely, for a very long time. So I think it wise for you to quit seeing any other pests right now. I want you to be mine, Ginevra."

"I don't see anything wrong with your request. I'm more than happy to oblige as long as you continue to fuck me like that." She told him. He smiled.

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Six months later they were married. Ginny had never been so happy in her life. She had the man of her dreams and everything was coming along smoothly. She had even found out they were pregnant with their first child. Her life was simply perfect and she felt that everything she had gone through over the years of finding the perfect man had been worthwhile. What she enjoyed most of all? She loved telling people how they met at the Analogy and the story after that.