Title: The Dating Game

Rating: R

Keywords: Draco/Ginny

Warnings: Sex, Foul Language, etc.

Summary: Draco was part of a game – a game that had started out fun but turned into something much more serious as the end drew near. If he did not succeed he was as good as dead, but if he did…would he lose something more?

Authors note: This is it. I WARN YOU. For the love of GODRIC if you think you can't handle ANY form of smut DON'T read this! I don't want some stupid child to go running off and getting my story kicked off because you aren't old enough to read this. Argh. I seriously DO miss the good ol' days. So here is the WARNING PEOPLE! SEX! SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX! And believe it or not, I toned it WAY down for . It was really hard for me to write it this way – I wanted to be a lot more graphic. Because why, you ask? Because I like smut. I like graphic smut. So I like to try and write graphic smut. –I- think this sex scene is perfectly within the 'M' ratings requires – I will be dead shocked if it somehow isn't as I could have been MUCH dirtier, folks!

Anyway. If you are old enough – read and enjoy. Draco/Ginny smut. Always good fun. A long time coming as I have already said. It's short – as I didn't want to spoil the moment in delving into any other issues yet. But…well…THIS is the part I have been waiting for since starting this story. The two of them finally shagging. So yay!

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"You have one chance. Take it or leave it."

Her words only echoed in Draco's mind for a few fleeting moments. But to him it seemed like a lifetime that he thought his decision through. Later, he would not remember closing the few feet of distance between them. Later, he would not remember threading his fingers through her silky hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her. Later, he would not have any recollection whatsoever of leading Ginny Weasley through the Slytherin common room in full view of his fellow housemates.

All he could do was be in the moment. He had finally made his decision and knew there was no turning back. They both stumbled into his dorm room wrapped around each other. Draco couldn't feel, see, or hear anything but the young witch in his arms who was currently using her teeth, tongue, and lips to molest his mouth. He could have sworn she had drawn blood but would never be able to tell as he was almost maliciously and desperately returning her treatment in kind. It was hard to tell where Draco began and Ginny ended. Draco's whole being throbbed with heated pleasure when she gasped against his mouth as he forcefully pressed Ginny against his bedroom wall – his own hard body pinning her there. She moaned with agonized pleasure when he shoved his leg between her thighs and started to redirect his kisses to her neck.

Draco couldn't keep his shoulders from trembling when she tugged at his hair and started to grind herself against his leg. "Bloody hell, Weasley…" He groaned, moving back to capture her lips with his own.

The kiss was beyond dangerous. It all was. Ginny's graceful fingers tried to unbutton his shirt but after a few seconds of frustrated fumbling she gave up – and with a firm grip on each side of his ridiculously expensive (and stylish) Gucci Wizarding Wear silk top – she ripped the seemingly offensive garment open. A small part of his brain wanted to protest this but after feeling her cool hands against his warm chest he quickly reminded himself that it was replaceable. "Draco,..Merlin…freaking touch me, you prat!" Ginny sounded incredibly frustrated.

He would never say 'no' to her. He thrust his hand up her blouse, immediately going for the clasp of her bra. He walked the two of them over to his bed (not very gracefully as his hands and mouth were very busy) and grunted when they stumbled back onto it. It became a race to be able to feel each other. Draco had successfully removed the redheaded Gryffindor's blouse and bra and was currently making do with the deliciousness underneath. Draco's body tensed and vibrated with pleasure when Ginny cried out at the first flick of his tongue on her nipple. Her fingers tightened their grip on his hair and she pulled – hissing and moaning at the same time. She practically cried when his tongue flicked out again and traced a lazy circle around the hardening bud. He wanted to laugh when she tried to press his face closer to her chest but knew that what they both really wanted needed to happen soon. He couldn't get distracted with her completely as he knew he wanted to. He looked up into her eyes, ignoring the blonde hair that obscured his line of vision and tickled his nose. He needed her. He needed her in every possible way at that very moment. He wanted to be inside her in a way he had never experienced before. Draco lowered his head again and wrapped his lips around the nipple closest to him. He suckled, and kneaded the nub between his lips, his tongue peeking out every now and then to tease desperately.

He could feel her wetness soaking through her jeans, her center pressed against his forearm as he worked each one of her breasts with care and experience. She continuously rubbed herself against him, moaning desperately into the pillow next to her head, begging him with nonsensical words. "Draco…oh…Godric…please…I want you to…ohh…don't stop…" He knew what he doing to her. And he loved every fucking second of it.

He could feel the pain in his own jeans as his hardness pressed roughly against his zipper. He almost whimpered from the throbbing pain coming from between his legs. He couldn't keep himself together any longer. Moving quickly he stretched out against Ginny, placing himself between her legs so that his hardness was pressed tightly against her core. They both let out elicit moans and Draco brutally kissed her before rubbing himself against her again. It was a whimper this time. A gasp. "Draco…please…" She arched her hips up and down against him almost causing him to collapse on top of her. He had never been so wound up. He had no idea how he was going to last much longer…Ginny Weasley was so sexy it hurt. He had never been so turned on.

"Yes, Ginny? What?" He lowered his head so that his lips were a centimeter from her own. He did his best to smirk at her – amazed at his current level of self control.

"I need you…" She half groaned and whispered.

"Need me where?" His voice was husky as he placed a soft trail of butterfly kisses across her jaw line.

She almost undid him with every firm press against his zipper. "Inside me…oh Merlin, Malfoy. Don't make me say it. Just take me already!" Her face was turning a startlingly beautiful shade of red but he didn't get to admire the color for more than a second as her lips found his again.

Her fingers had a lot more luck with the button and zipper of his jeans (no doubt from the help of what was inside stretching the fabric to its limit) and he cried out himself at the first graze of her fingers against him. He shook violently on top of her, his arm muscles straining as she grabbed him gently in her hand. The first stroke almost undid him completely. He saw stars. "Fuck. Ginny. God…" He helped her along the way of getting his jeans and boxers off and relished in the feel of her hands on him.

He looked into her dark brown eyes and found both solace and a promise. She knew right then and there the power she must have over him. He could see it clearly in her eyes. It seemed to calm her momentarily. "I want you inside me, Draco…now…please?" She said it so softly he wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. But he certainly got the picture.

Seconds later, he had sweet Ginny divested of the rest of her clothing and she was under him. He could feel the sweat building up as their naked bodies pressed together in every possible way. "I love you, Draco." She wrapped herself around him, using the strength of her legs around his hips to push him against her.

He positioned himself at her opening and pressed his forehead against hers, kissing her almost sweetly. "Do you want this?" It was his last ditch effort…his last bit of willpower.

"Yes, you stupid idiot!" She growled before pressing forward onto him in frustration.

They both cried out a second later, Draco from blinding pleasure and Ginny from unexpected pain. He was completely inside her. He held himself horribly still and cursed every part of his brain. He had done everything wrong. She was a virgin. He had never bothered to ask or to find out. It never even crossed his mind. It hadn't crossed his mind as he had always taken serious precautions and care when he had slept with witches who were virgins. He usually took much longer with foreplay and was inexplicably gentle. He hadn't thought twice about it with Ginny. He had just needed her so badly. "Ginny…Merlin…love, why didn't you tell me?" He begged against her mouth, feeling his mind seize up with guilt.

"Because it's not important right now. Shut up!" And in typical Gryffindor fashion she sucked it up and ignored the initial pain. "Please…move…" She whimpered a second later…letting her first wave of insecurities shine through to him.

He did move. He held her against him, constantly reassuring her with his mouth, touching her everywhere he could with his hands…using every ounce of experience that he had to soothe her traumatized body. His hips found a good rhythm and soon enough she was meeting it. He could feel himself relax back into the mood his body telling him that this was completely right in every possible way. If his brain felt otherwise – well – he wasn't paying attention to it currently.

He wanted to have her completely. He loved her. He knew this now. And it didn't take long for every part of them to unite in this moment. His body sang as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He could feel the sweat building on their bodies, only becoming more so as they rubbed together. "Oh…my…" He watched as Ginny threw her head back and arched against him. He almost screamed when he felt her muscles spasm against his hardness and quickly buried his face into her neck as she practically massaged his own release out of him. He bucked and gripped her tightly in his arms as he found perfect peace a moment later. He shook in her embrace and kept his face buried in her neck, not able to look at her just yet.

When he finally came to he could hear their mutual heavy breathing start to quiet and slow. Their shaking started to cease as their bodies relaxed and it wasn't soon after that he felt the desperate call of sleep hit him. Dear Merlin, no. He thought to himself exhaustedly. You can't fall asleep like a stupid Gryffindor.

A loud snore shook him from his deep thoughts. He started and raised his head slightly to look at Ginny. Her eyes closed, mouth open, and lean body completely relaxed…she had passed out. Just like every other Gryffindor he had ever had.

He should have laughed. Or balked. Or left. Instead…he smiled. And laid his head back down against her…drifting off to sleep himself.