Draco POV

I slowly kissed down her neck, biting here and there as I went. She was practically purring in my arms, arching against me to get closer. I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips with as much passion as I could muster, letting it overwhelm her. With one quick moan on her part, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and fought with hers for dominants, our tongues dancing a dance as old as time itself.

She moaned my name and instantly the dream was shattered. All it took was hearing that voice, her voice, that had become so familiar as of late for me to wake me up wanting more. Every night for the past week I have woken up at the same point in that dream, never to see more. Not only would my dream not let me get closer to Ginny, but I haven't even seen her again since getting her settled into the villa in France a week ago.

She had said that she felt weird about staying on a Malfoy property so, for some stupid reason, I had promised not to stop by again until she wanted to change to another property. That meant that I had another week of dreams coming until I would be able to see her again. What I couldn't figure out though was why I was even dreaming, or even thinking for that matter, about any of the things that, in my dreams, I wanted to do to that stunning and innocent woman. Heck, I'd do them outside my dreams too if I had a choice. But, when did I even start really seeing her as a women and not just a Weasley?

Ginny POV

This past week had been the best of my life. I'd woken up whenever I wanted and to silence instead of the usual mayhem of the Burrow, I'd had the most amazing French food I could dream of for every meal and I'd spent hours drawing and painting everything in sight. It has been more amazing and freeing then I could have ever imagined and it had defiantly been just what I'd needed. Yet, even with enjoying being alone for the first time in probably my entire life, the solitude was beginning to take its toll. How was it possible to love and hate being alone at the same time?

I surprised myself this hole week by day dreaming of Draco, though this might have just been because of my aching loneliness. But, I could honestly say I missed him. I could really talk to him and for some reason I enjoyed it. Yes we argued all the time, but it was still more fun than talking to Harry. To be honest, I was actually looking forward to seeing him in a week to move on to the next property he thought I'd like. It would certainly be nice to have some company. Maybe next time it would be okay if he stayed for a few days. I wondered if he'd mind.

I had asked him not to stay in France with me the day I arrived. It just seemed too romantic of a place to spend with this handsome man, especially after everything I'd just gone through. I wish I knew when he'd got to be so handsome and stopped being the ferret faced boy from school. Maybe he never really changed, just my view of him changed. If I closed my eyes, I could still see him as he was that first day at the cottage, dripping wet and in only a towel. I could definitely see how he got the title Slytherin Sex God. He looked very much the part and I couldn't get the image of his broad muscular shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs and well defined v out of my head out of my mind. I really hope staying at his place wasn't a mistake.

Two weeks after arriving in France Draco finally came back and I was actually happy to see him much to my surprise.

He found me where I spent most of my afternoons, out on the back patio with a pitcher of lemonade and a romance novel, relaxing in the sun. He came over and sat next to me, as if he belonged there. I guess that really he did seeing as this was one of his many homes. But that was beside the point. He seemed so comfortable around me, it was almost unsettling.

"Hey Ginny. How has your time here been? Do you have the start of an art show after your time alone?" he asked in a joking tone, flashing me a smile that made my heart flutter.

"As a matter of fact I do. The orchard out in the back is beautiful just before sunrise. I must have panted it half a dozen times from every angle I could. I can't even believe how much I missed painting," I told him in a rush, my excitement bubbling out. "Thank you so much for helping me get back to it."

"You're going to need to show me some of those. I know the place and how amazing it is. Any others? I can send some off to a friend of mine to look at. He'll let you know a fair price to set it at and you can start selling them off," he said casually, as it wasn't a big deal to sell off my work, pouring us each a glass of lemonade as he spoke.

"Um," I said, taking the glass from him as I thought about my other pieces I'd been working on, "Not really. Some small sketches but that's it. Things I'll have to work on later. I've taken a lot of photos over the past couple weeks though." It's not like I could show him the sketches I'd drawn of him, from memory no less. "So what fabulous place in this world do I get to see next? Italy? Greece? Oh how about the Bahamas? I can do a lot of beautiful water painting in the Bahamas."

"None of the above actually," he drawled out, sipping his lemonade. "I was thinking Canada, actually."

"Really? It's a really big place. Care to narrow it down?"

"Yes. Yes," he sighed with a wave of his hand. "I can narrow it down obviously. Jasper. It's beautiful, surrounded by mountains and crystal clear lakes. Growing up it was actually where I learned to ride a horse. Not a normal wizarding thing, I know. But it certainly is a lot easier than a hippogriff." A look of sheer pleasure passed over his face and he spoke of riding a horse, very much like a kid in a candy shop. It surprised me to no end and I wondered what else I didn't know about Draco Malfoy.

"Sound amazing," I said, trying to focus on our conversation rather than the mental image of him shirtless and sweaty on the back of a horse riding in the foothills of a majestic mountain. "I always loved the mountains around Hogwarts. You sound fond of this place, more so than when we talked about France. I take it this time you'll be coming with me?" I was surprised by the little seed of hope in me. I knew at least then I'd finally be able to work on a painting of him and it wouldn't seem weird or crazy.

"Unfortunately no," he said, bursting my hopeful bubble. "I do still work. I won't be there for the first week or so. But, I will be spending a few days there before you move on to the next place."

"Maybe then we can really continue our game of twenty questions," I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. "I did actually have fun with that before. Besides that, I'm used to a full house. I got a little lonely these past few weeks." I wasn't about to tell him that it was he that I ached for in those lonely days, not my family though.

"Um, sure I guess. About the lonely part though, I think I can change that at least for the next few days until you go to Jasper," he flashed me a huge grin and I wondered what he could possibly be planning. "I can have a bunch of people come over. Have a fun party tonight. What do you say? Want to meet some other Slytherins?"

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