Ginny looked wonderful in her loose powder blue dress. Draco couldn't help but stare as he followed her up to the front door of her home; her old home.

He had touched her only to Apparate since their groggy moments that morning. The day had tested him, and he did not want to take out his frustration on the one person he wanted to please more than anything else. But, now the young girl seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder. She did not wait for Draco to reach the door before crossing the threshold. A roaring cheer came from within the brightly lit space around her silhouette.

They could not get far into the kitchen because there was a mass of ginger haired and freckled people blocking anyway beyond a meter past the threshold. There were others too, now that Draco looked harder; many had been there not a fortnight ago: Granger, Loony Lovegood, whose hair was cut to her elbows now, Fleur Delacour, Angelina Johnson, looking impossibly bulbous, and of course, Potter.

Draco struggled with his stupidity. Potter would be there, he was practically sprouting red hair from his ears because he spent so much time with the Weasleys. He had not considered that anyone would invite Ginny's ex-boyfriend to her engagement party, however. Ludicrously, he imagined Potter swooping through the crowd of people, lifting Ginny off her feet, and kissing her deeper than she had ever kissed Draco. But no, Potter was huffing at the back of the queue with a large mug butterbeer, talking quietly to Angelina, who had sat down with dark circles under eyes, but was smiling.

Drinks were handed out. Draco took something strong and bitter. Nobody seemed interested in speaking to him, and so he didn't speak. Eventually everyone went outside to hand out pieces of a large golden frosted cake, but he had drank so much his stomach was queasy so he wandered around the large unkempt yard. He almost felt bad about taking Ginny away from this happy family she had. There was no disorder here, no shame in the name Weasley.

When George started setting off fireworks, Ginny came and shoved a cup of hot coffee into his hands. She turned away quick with only a sour face and silence. Draco wondered if she had made it herself.

When his head felt clearer, Draco went to find her, to apologize, even though he didn't understand why he felt that this would fix things.

But, he couldn't find Ginny in the jumble of laughing people. A ponytail of bushy brown hair swished passed him and he grabbed the arm of the girl it belonged to. Granger, he felt, was relatively safe, even though he knew she was fully capable of punching him in the face.

"Ginny," he said to her familiar unattractive face. "Where is she?"

"Lost her, have you?" Now Ron Weasley was there with Granger. Draco scowled at him and released the girl's arm. "Maybe she's the one who's lost you!" He laughed raunchily.

Granger's hands were on Weasley's shoulder and she nodded to the house, "I think she went inside."

Weasley looked to her furiously, "Hermione, I wanted—"

"Oh come on, Ron!" Granger tugged him away roughly and Draco watched Weasley's anger slide off his face when the girl touched him again more gently.

When Draco reentered the house, he could hear voices arguing but was hard-pressed to find a path that led to them. They dimmed and amplified as he attempted to find their source, one of which was obviously his bride-to-be.

"I told you already, I'm going through with this," she was saying.

There was a male voice too that sounded suspiciously like Potter's, "I don't understand; you've never had a problem breaking rules before anyway."

"It's different now. We're not fighting Voldemort anymore, Harry, and I want to be happy."

"You really think you'll be happy with him? You think you belong with him?" Potter's voice was angry and loud.

"I'll be happier than I was with you!"

"Ginny, come back to me, please!"

"No, Harry, leave me alone—"

"But—"

"She said no, Potter," Draco had found entrance to the pantry where they were hiding, tucked away past the restroom. Ginny was standing against the shelves lining the wall. Potter was very close to her and had his hands raised between them. Pleading, like a weakling.

Draco was seething. A vein in his temple was throbbing horribly. Potter had stepped away from Ginny the moment Draco had slammed the door open on the pair of them, his hand going for his wand on instinct.

But Ginny's cracked voice broke through the air thick with tension before Draco could reach for his own wand.

"Don't," her voice was raw. It cried out to him. Immediately, he was wrenching her toward him and out of the pantry, slamming the door closed with Potter still inside.

By the time they were back at his manor, Draco felt like an endless pool of emotion. His rage at discovering Potter so close to his Ginny had evaporated into elation at the realization that she did not want to be with the stupid scar-head, but with him instead. She preferred his Mark to Potter's scar. She thought she would be happier with him.

But, she was not happy now. After saying goodbyes to her family members, they had walked with linked arms until out of sight. Once her back was turned to them, Ginny had let tears drip down her face and shook silently against Draco's upper arm.

And now, back in their quiet bedroom, she turned from him and wiped her nose on her arm and held her face between her hands. She cared but also did not care that Draco Malfoy was watching her fall apart. She felt stupid that it was he that was there. However, he had already seen all of her physical being and had taken her into his bed and this, in Ginny's mind, was nothing compared to that.

She wanted to erase everything in her life and start fresh. She wanted to forget Harry and the life they could have shared together. She desired to never again be this moping little girl who yelled at stupid boys behind closed doors and built walls against the people who were trying to help her.

Because that's what Draco would do, yes. He was the one who could help her with all of these things.

So when Ginny felt his slender hands on her shoulders, she turned to look at his face and did not ignore the inner tremble that moved through her when their eyes met. She could see all the emotion he had felt behind the closed off expression on his face. She reached up and brushed her fingers against his cheek, making him stir. She wanted to make him feel like a husband, like she was with someone that he could be that intimate with.

Her hands held his face and he turned his cheek into one. Then, Ginny wasn't sure why exactly she was having the urge to do so, she pulled her hands away and used them to slide the straps of her dress over her shoulders. As it fell to her ankles she stared hard at his chin. She knew his eyes would be raking her and watching him would only make her shy, even in her underwear.

But, Draco wanted her to look at him. He put his hand firmly on her jaw and dragged her face very close to his. Ginny lowered her eyes, and Draco cooed her name until she finally met his gaze. The rims of her eyes were red and parts of her face wet. He wiped these parts gently and bent his head lower until their foreheads were touching. He wanted to be tender, like a lover would be with a real love. He didn't know really how to do that though. Draco had never been in love before.

Their noses brushed, and then their lips were searching and Draco did not want to remove his hands from her face to fully appreciate the soft warm body that was getting so close to him in fear that he would be too excited. But Ginny's hands had slipped under his robe and untucked the back of his dress shirt. Her fingers were dancing along the small of his back even as he sucked lightly on her lip. Draco finally lifted his hands from her face and feverishly began to unbutton his shirt. Her cleavage graced his fingers and he released a guttural groan. Ginny was inexplicably trying to pull their waists closer while he was still attempting to remove his clothing.

Finally, Draco gave in to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a wrenching, open-mouthed kiss. He wanted to devour every part of her. His fingers pulled at the clasp of her bra and then she was released. She did not want him to look but he was pulling his mouth away from hers and moving down her body. His lips barely touched her nipples but they became hard. Draco was on his knees and was holding Ginny to him by her wonderful thick thighs and looking into her anxious face through the gap between her lightly spotted breasts. Her delicate hands were again on his face and he stared up at her as her tangled his fingers in her underwear and pulled them to the floor. He pulled his face from her soft hands and playfully closed his lips over some of the curly red hairs between her legs.

Ginny was steps away in a flash, back turned to him, a blush rushing over her torso and shoulders. He followed her and jerked her naked body back to him, smirking. He loved playing with her like this and the fact that she was letting him. Her eyes held apprehension but it disappeared when he gently kissed her temple.

Then, he scooped the girl up into his arms and tossed her on to the bed. She watched bashfully when he finally peeled off his dress clothes. Draco's penis was hooded and fully erect; the sight of it made Ginny's legs numb.

Swaggering over, Draco opened his arms and beckoned Ginny. She raised her eyebrows, but went to him all the same. But, then he was swooping her up again and let her wrap her legs around his waist. Very aware of how suddenly exposed she was, Ginny squirmed to get down but Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed and his arms were wrapped around her thighs.

"Ginny," he said, both gently and snidely into her ear. "If you're nervous, we can stop." He could not stop. He would not ever be able to motivate himself to stop at this point, when he could feel the wetness of her core sliding on his lap. But, if she asked him to, he would stop.

Ginny's legs tensed around his waist, and then relaxed. "No, don't," she whispered, turning away slightly. She had chosen him tonight; she had made this decision.

Draco kissed the lobe of her ear, and her jaw, and chin, coaxing her face back to his. His tongue touched her lips briefly, then retreated. His enlarged member rubbed anxiously against the moist crevice where her legs met. He pressed it against her burning core, not forcing entry, but asking permission. She kissed him roughly in response.

When he slid into her, tears sprung to her eyes. He was filling her up in a way that she desperately had missed but not taken notice of. She sucked in her breath at the feeling, of her body being not quite ready for him. He seemed to take her reaction as pain and moved incrementally until their pelvises met. But Ginny wanted the pain and ground her hips upward, relishing the feeling of his throbbing dick inside her, like a miniature heart.

She was atop his lap but Draco, always dominant, was the one who bucked his hips, bouncing her body with tremendous speed, smirking at the way her breasts lolled in front of his face. He caught one in his mouth and suckled the hard nipple. Ginny let out a stifled moan. He nibbled her furiously, wanting to make her lose control while he was losing himself. He pressed his face into her soft heat of her bosom and thrust his hips wildly upward.

"Slower," Ginny groaned.

So he obeyed, although it was torturous. She clenched and flexed around him, and he dug his fingers into the flesh of her backside at the feeling and smirked when she moaned again.

Draco was something she had never had. He was impossibly deep in her, and was now moving too slowly to bare. He allowed her to cling to him tighter and tighter as she rose to the brink and struggled to go over the edge. She groaned a little in frustration at her inability to please, and to be pleased. Her fingernails drove into Draco's back. She whispered his name pleadingly.

"Come on," he grunted into her ear.

"I can't!" she cried tremulously.

"Relax."

Ginny released all the tension in her muscles at his command. She went slack over his body and suddenly felt a rush of blood to her head. He drilled into her three times and then bit down savagely onto her shoulder and she finally unwound onto him in a great combination of moans and exhalations. And, convulsing at her sudden release, Draco poured himself into her as well.

His hands had touched nearly ever inch of her body over the course of their actions, and now they slithered up Ginny's torso, over her protruding ribs and her pitching breasts. When she expected them to stop, they persisted over her shoulders and up her slim neck until Draco held her spotted face in both hands. Her face was flushed and damp, and she again refused to meet his gaze out of embarrassment of the noises she had made, when he had been nearly silent.

Draco enjoyed her cries, though. She said so little to him, but her groans and whimpers during their intercourse spoke more than enough of what he wanted to hear.

They sat, embracing, for many moments; it could have been days. Draco did not want to let this warm being from his arms, for sometimes her actions made it feel like she would abandon him. Like earlier that night.

He clung tighter, and Ginny sighed, enjoying the feeling of longing he wore so casually around her. She was getting used to his constant need for physical affection. As they reclined into a position more suitable for slumbering, Ginny thought that it showed the humanness hidden inside him.