Draco kicked the door closed; his arms too busied supporting Ginny's back. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, sliding down his torso, arms looping around his neck. Their eyes met as her feet touched the ground, breaking their kiss. Both of their breathing sped up, hearts beating in time. They stoop there together, frozen in the moment, and lost in each other's eyes. Ginny was trying to come to terms with her new reality. Draco was thanking every last one of this lucky stars that he was there with her.

With a sudden reverence, he loosed her hair from its ponytail holder, her crimson locks cascading down her back. he hooked his thumbs in her front pockets, tugging her closer as he kissed down her neck, her breathy encouragement sweet to his ears. Ginny tangled a hand in his hair and smirked, feeling the familiar anticipation of their lovemaking. Just as she thought he'd grown gentler, he bit her hard in the curve of her neck, kissing and licking the tortured flesh. It tore a moan from her throat, and she started walking back towards her bed.

The mattress cut into the back of her knees, causing them to buckle under, and she found herself underneath a very aroused Draco. Slowly, he pulled off her camisole, remembering all the times before that he'd kissed her similarly, held her passionately, had her completely at his mercy by the power of his seductive ministrations. His hands found her breaths, kneading them roughly, coaxing sweet sighs from Ginny as her nipples hardened painfully against his palms. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, tangling a hand in his platinum locks.

He began to descend on her, kissing his way down her stomach, determined to take his time with her. She caught his head between her palms, her eyes betraying her want unashamedly. He questioned her, his breathing heavy.

"What?"

"Do that later. I need you now."

In any other situation, he would have laughed at her. Some other time, he would have teased her for the look of wanton desire she was giving him now. But things were too serious; if she needed him now, she needed him now. She was right; there was time for that later.

He helped her out of her pants and knickers, and Ginny assisted him with his shirt and pants, realizing they looked familiar. "Draco…is this what you were wearing last night?"

He slipped out of his boxers, flinging ht last barrier between them to the side. Pulling the covers over them, he positioned herself at her entrance, the tip of him pressing into her soft folds. Here her question registered in his mind. "
Yes."

She rocked her hips against him, feeling him even closer than before, a frustrated moan issued from her mouth. he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before sliding in, all at once, taking her quickly, not giving her time to adjust to his size. Moments later, he started to move, his hands finding purchase in the sheets on either side of her head.

The overwhelming familiarity in which they fit together amazed her. He was like a wave, rolling over her body in loving caresses, their hips crashing together at each new thrust. Somewhere, in the sensual haze, she found the voice to speak.

"Did you sleep in your clothes?"

"No."

"Then why—"

"Didn't sleep. Couldn't."

She smirked at him, eyes crinkled slits in pleasure. "Me either."

He kissed her passionately; glad to know he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. And now they were together, literally a part of one another. Engaged, even. She moaned aloud, pulling Draco from his pleasant thoughts as he focused on the task at hand.

"Draco…why did it take us so long?"

"I don't know. I don't care to think about it."

With that, their conversation ceased, and with one final thrust, they came together, spiraling off into outer space, holding onto each other for dear life. As they fell back to Earth, he whispered things in her ear, sweet nothings that meant the world to her. He pulled out of her and was about to roll off when she caught his wrist, tracing her fingers up his arm, then curling around his neck. She smirked as she felt him shiver, her eyes bright with teasing seduction.

"I believe I said something about later…"

He smirked back, kissing down her stomach once more. "Here to please, Gin."

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Draco woke to find her apartment dark. They were nocturnal, it seemed, having slept the day away in each other's arms. He didn't mind at all, in fact, he couldn't think of one place he'd rather be. He checked her clock. 8:00 pm. And he was still sleepy. It's like he was married already.

He felt her stir in her sleep, unhappily. A small coo of displeasure caught his attention, and he rolled over to see her huddled in a small ball, arms reaching out to an invisible person. He heard one word over and over again; a whispered murmur, then it became sentences.

"No, no no, please no…don't leave again, stay with me, I love you, no, please, please, no not again, please…Draco, stay, please."

Tears sprang to his eyes as his heart sank to the pit of his stomach, and he felt physically ill. He'd caused this pain in her, how many times had she lain like this without anyone to comfort her? How many times was she unhappy and alone…because of him? He scooped her up in his arms, holding her so closely; he could feel her heart beat against his chest. She woke from her unconscious state, remembering her dream and clinging to him tightly.

"Stay, please, don't leave me again."

He struggled to find his voice, but knew he had to say it. "I'm not going anywhere, Gin. I'm staying right here with you, and we're going to be happy, and live together somewhere and have everything you ever wanted, okay?"

She nodded somberly, her dream still lingering. "Okay."

He whispered in her ear. "I love you, Ginevra Malfoy."

With a genuine smile, she fell asleep in his arms, though if you asked Draco, he'd have said it the opposite way. He wasn't holding her, she was holding him. Always had been…his salvation, even when he didn't want it. He still didn't want it. But he needed it, he needed her. He kissed the top of her head and realized, he'd be okay with that.

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They both awoke somewhere around midnight, and made breakfast, just because. She commandeered his dress shirt, and he was happy to see her wearing it. It amused him. When she went to get something from the pantry, he snuck into the bedroom, conjuring a few things and tidying up a bit. He heard the door close and snuck back into the living room, sitting on her couch.

Ginny handed him a cup of non-caffeine black tea with sugar. "Try it. I got it in Spain, it's really quite good."

He took a sip. "I think I've had this before, it tastes familiar."

They talked about everything and nothing, well, she talked, he listened. He was still adjusting to the whole "I'm in a relationship" bit of their…relationship. As they finished their tea, he took her hand, and led her back into the bedroom. She nearly cried as she looked inside.

The room was entirely decorated with orchid. Fresh cut flowers were by her bedside, and everything, from her bed sheets to the paintings on the walls, were in the same color scheme. He came behind her and kissed her neck. "Your favorite, right?"

She rounded on him, and without anything else to say, kissed him worth a thousand words.

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As they lay together, the sun peaked through her window, and she snuggled closer to him. It really was nice, waking up to someone next to you. She drew patterns on his chest, and he endured it. It was really quite annoying to him, but it made her happy, so he dealt with it. One of those "coupley" things he'd have to adjust to, he supposed. All of a sudden, her hand stopped, and she inhaled deeply.

"Oh God…"

"What?"

She sat up and raked a hand through her hair. "Me…and you…and……and you, and me…"

"If you're referring to us having sex I'm going to have to ask you which occasion you're remembering—"

"No, you dolt, I don't have amnesia it's just…we're getting married."

"Yes."

"That means we have to…oh Merlin."

He understood what she meant, and sat up with her, equally as nervous. They looked each other straight in the eyes and spoke simultaneously.

"We have to tell my parents."

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So that's the end of the story! Yay! I'm thinking of doing an epilogue of just pure hilarity, in which they do tell the parents of the relationship and such, but it depends on how many reviews I get! And the time…oh how little there is for writing these days. But it's winter break, so I've got a little more! Hope you enjoyed.

— of-ferrets-and-weaselettes