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Shades of Green
Chapter Twenty One: Better Left Unsaid
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"You know, you really shouldn't leave you window unlocked. Anything could crawl in."
She heard him before she saw him, her heart jumping out of her chest at the unexpected sound. But as her eyes focused to the light, she saw it. The familiar glint of silver and gold, with his strong back turned to her, facing the window.
It looked as though he had a glass in his hand, his elbow pointer outwards from his body. He was dressed in a simple black shirt, the sleeves rolled to his forearms. Black pants, not too tight but certainly not loose either.
All in all, he looked exactly the same and even though he hadn't even turned around yet, her breath caught in her throat.
She let out a sigh that was mixture of relief and… sheer happiness.
Because she hadn't realized it til this very second but every fiber of her being had been yearning for him. Not just tonight but from the second he had left her. There was something different about this time, something changed.
He knew there was nothing in the world that mattered more than she did and whatever happened from now until the end of time would be a product of the decisions he made but they would all involve her in some or another.
Draco knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he was now and would always be in love with Ginny Weasley.
You've been the only thing that's right
She stood there, rooted to the spot waiting for him. Waiting for him to say something, do something, anything. Because her mind was spinning too fast for her to get a handle on what to do next.
She needed him to tell her, show her, she needed to know that everything she was feeling right now wasn't crazy. She wasn't crazy for this.
He felt it too, everything that was there.
The charged up air between them, the way that everything moved.
Finally, he turned to face her and his sharp intake of breath told her that he either liked what he saw or he absolutely didn't.
He swallowed down the last bit of amber liquid that was left at the bottom of his glass before placing it on the window sill.
"Hello princess." He drawled in that sexy, low voice of his.
It sent a shiver straight up her spine.
"Hi." Her voice was breathy and foreign to her own ears.
She sounded winded, yet it had been minutes since she had moved a muscle.
He walked over to her, she watched his every move with close precision. It felt like centuries before he closed the gap between them.
"You look beautiful." He touched her hair tenderly, taking a few strands between his thumb and fore finger.
She felt a blush rise from her neck, hoping it wouldn't reach her cheeks. "Draco what are you…" She couldn't finish it, she was just so happy to see him.
He gave her half a grin, just one corner of his mouth turned up softly. "I didn't feel right about the way I left." He admitted. "I shouldn't have been so short with you."
In all I've done…
She shook her head, she didn't care. She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her mouth against his in a moment when nothing else seemed as important or right. He was all she thought about tonight and right now to see him in front of her was almost like a dream.
He pushed his lips against her soft ones a little rougher than he intended, a hand snaking into her hair, wrapping his fingers into the roots of her scalp. His other hand wrapped around her waist, placing his palm against her lower back, pulling her against him.
Ginny curled her fingers into the back of his soft hair, letting her other hand roam over the hard planes of his chest, over the delicious muscular curves of his shoulder and arm.
God, she missed him.
He pulled away, she made a noise clearly indicating disappointment at the loss of contact. "Listen, I need to talk to you." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Ginny nodded slowly, "Okay…" She was a little confused by his abruptness, especially since she was not thinking about talking right now.
She didn't really care much about what he had to say, mostly because unless it was the truth she didn't want to hear it. She knew she should give him time and his own space, peace of mind, before asking him about it again. She didn't want to force it out of him, but not knowing drove her crazy.
"Is it about what's been going on?" She asked tentatively.
Something sparked behind his eyes, "Sort of." He said.
It was now or never.
She was surprised, she hadn't expected it to be easy.
"I need to tell you something that I really don't think you want to know."
"Try me."
"Okay, but Ginny, first I really need you to know that how I feel about you it… it isn't just a momentary thing. I… I really care about you." He voice was soft. "I l…" The rest of the statement died in the back of his throat.
She nodded again, "I know, Draco." She smiled, he didn't need to say anything, she knew.
He visibly relaxed at the sight of it, "Well, my…" He cleared his throat. "The reason I had to stay back at the Manor the weekend of my birthday, it was because I had to meet with Bellatrix."
Ginny's eyes widened at the mention of her name, she felt a hot white pool of indignation and rage bubble in her stomach. "What." She said sharply.
Draco sighed, "It um she said she wanted to talk to me about something, something about the Ministry and…"
His speech faltered, looking at her painfully beautiful face and how much adoration she held in those amazing brown eyes, he felt his heart breaking a little.
He couldn't do it.
He wished to God he could, that he wasn't this piece of shit coward everyone made him out to be. But the thought of disillusioning her to believe in a lesser version of him, especially now, when it seemed as though she had invested herself in him… it felt cruel.
And he would have rather died a million deaths than subject her to that type of disappointment.
He knew he didn't do it, but the fact that he would have to tell her that people believed he did would be enough to put some doubt in her head. And that doubt, no matter how little or irrelevant, would kill him.
It would end him.
It would be the beginning of the end for them.
But if he didn't and she found out some other way… it would be so much worse.
"Draco, what is it?" He felt her warm hand on his cheek.
He took a deep breath, "They're investigating me for something." He said.
Ginny looked at him, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Investigating, investigating you for what? I thought you were absolved of everything you had confessed to?" She asked.
The summer after Voldemort's defeat, the papers had been flooded with the fates of all the death eaters who had any part in his rise and corruption. Draco Malfoy's story was heavily covered and stringently followed by almost every wizarding publication known.
Everything from his infractions of the law, to his mile long rap sheet was displayed for the general public. As was his verdict, when he was granted asylum for his crimes against society due to his "cooperation" with the government.
"Yeah, well that's the thing. It's something I never confessed to."
"What do you mean, why not?"
"Because, Gin, I didn't do it." He stared into her eyes, bringing home the fact that this didn't happen. That he was somehow being set up, that something went terribly wrong and that the next thing he was about to tell her was in no way the truth.
He didn't kill her brother, he needed her to believe him on that.
Ginny looked up at him, afraid of the next thing he was about to say. Because she could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest and that only meant one thing.
This was not something small.
She took a deep breath in, shutting her eyes for a second.
She reached on her tip toes, bringing his head down just enough so she could put her lips against his one last time and feel the way she did right now.
Because she had a feeling that whatever happened next was going to change everything.
And she just wasn't ready to let all this go just yet.
"Ginny—
"Just, not yet, okay?" She breathed out.
"But don't you want to—
"Whatever it is, you didn't do it… right?" Her voice was so small, so unsure and she looked so fragile, he could barely look at her.
He brought his hand up to cup the side of her face, "No. I promise you." He said determinedly through honest grey eyes.
Ginny nodded, "Then, that's all I need to know for now." She decided.
And I can barely look at you
But every time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
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Daphne left the bathroom feeling slightly confused but mostly frustrated because Astoria had a knack for getting herself into all kinds of stupid trouble and she was usually the one who had to hear about it from their parents.
She didn't make it as far as a few steps out of the loo when her arm was tugged back and she was pulled into a dark corner.
"What the hell!" She wrenched her arm out of her assailant's grasp, instinctively reaching for her wand.
"I should be the one asking you that."
Immediately, her hand froze mid-reach.
The culprit was none other than her baby sister.
She should have known. Astoria was nothing if not devious, she prided herself on staying two steps ahead of everyone when it came to scheming and plotting. Of course she wouldn't have let whoever it was that had overheard such a private and incriminating conversation off so easily.
"Astoria." Daphne said flatly. "Good, you've saved me the trouble of having to tear through the party to find you."
Astoria rolled her emerald eyes, the only physical trait the sisters shared. "Forget what you heard and mind your own business, sissy." She spat. "I've got it under control."
"And was is it, exactly?" Daphne kinked an eyebrow.
The raven haired witch shook her head, "Nothing that concerns you, just let me—
"Are you kidding me?" Daphne interrupted. "Do you really think you're going to boss me around?" She demanded, her eyes angry as they glared at the younger Greengrass. "I think you've forgotten I'm your older sister, not one of your little minions, don't ever think you can use that tone with me." She continued undeterred, her voice was steely and cold.
Mildly impressed but mostly irritated, Astoria decided it was best to dial back the attitude. She knew when it came down to just about anything, Daphne would probably be able to best her not just because she was older and more experienced but because their parents would never take her side.
She sighed, "It's not what you think." She said, trying to come up with something that could make this situation seem less than what it was.
Daphne crossed her arms over her chest, "Polyjuice potion, 'Stor? Seriously?" Her tone had lost a bit of its edge as she peered down at her sister. "If it's not what it looks like then what?" She implored.
"Okay, so that part is true but—
"And Pansy?" Daphne asked, wide eyed. "'Stor, it's one thing to be involved but with Pansy of all people, the girl is a nut!"
That much was for sure.
"Oh, you think I don't know that?" Astoria snapped, "Do you really think Pansy is running this show, Daph? Really?"
Daphne didn't say anything, but she knew Astoria better than anyone in the world, probably, and if there was one thing that was for damn sure, she was no one's puppet. She barely took instruction from their parents without putting up a fight.
"Then what's going on?"
Astoria let out a deep breath, putting on her most innocent face. "Pansy she just wants some polyjuice potion because she wanted to try to get Draco back." She admitted through big green eyes.
Daphne didn't look the least bit surprised. "And your motive in all this?" She asked, disinterested in Pansy's involvement becaue she knew it was nothing more than a distraction.
Astoria was deflecting and avoiding, buying herself time.
"Well at the beginning I was just trying to help because I figured taking him from Pansy was going to be easier than taking him from Ginny—
"Astoria!" Daphne chastised.
Astoria didn't bother looking remorseful, her sister wouldn't have believed it, no one would.
Plus, there wasn't a single part of her that was sorry anyway.
"Whatever, anyway. When I realized how in depth the plan got, I knew I didn't want any part of it."
"So why are you still having these clandestine meetings with her?"
Daphne still wasn't convinced.
"Well, like you said Pansy is a bit… unstable." Astoria treaded lightly, she knew that she had to be very careful what story she spun because Daphne was not easily fooled.
She hated her sister for being the one in the bathroom, if it was anyone else she could intimidate them into submission or feed them a bullshit lie that they wouldn't question.
Daphne though, Daphne knew her like the back of her hand. They shared just about everything, secrets, clothes… DNA.
Everything.
It wasn't easy to hide things from her.
"I'm waiting."
"Right, so Pansy wouldn't really take no as an answer once we started this whole thing so I've just been stalling." Astoria said looking as guilty as she could. "You know me, Daph, I could brew Polyjuice potion in my fucking sleep. You really think I would be struggling with it for four months?" Astoria said with a roll of her eyes.
Daphne stared at her intently, reading every facial twitch, miss and tell as carefully as she could. "Are you telling me the truth, Astoria?"
Astoria nodded, none too quickly or eagerly but remained assured. "I swear, Daph." She said with a smile.
Daphne looked her once over, "Fine." She said finally. "But know this, baby sister, I'm watching you." She warned.
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"I keep thinking that something will get through to him."
Hermione took a sip of her punch as she listened.
"And every day I wake up and I try, I really try because I believe that Ronald and I are meant to be together."
She nodded to show she was still listening.
"And I can't help but feel like he's going to come around and if I wait for him then it will work out and we can be happy… like before."
Hermione really loved Luna, for all intents and purposes the spacy blonde was her best friend (after Ron and Harry, of course) and definitely her best female friend. But she was a little detached when it came to reality, rather, she had her own version of reality that was not entirely accurate and it was hard to explain that to her.
For someone like Hermione, ever the pragmatist, it was a little difficult not to just give Luna the tough love she needed and tell her to just move on.
Ron, really just wasn't interested, at least not right now.
"And when I think things are getting better, they're finally turning around and he's being who he was before all this mess, the Ron from the summer… he goes and does something—
"Like kiss Kennedy Rosier in front of half the school?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, she couldn't take it anymore.
Luna's capacity to forgive Ron for his various idiocies and displays of insensitivity was beginning to look rather stupid on her part.
The blonde knew her friend was right, but hated how harsh it sounded. She knew it had to be said, though.
"Right, like that." Luna admitted quietly.
Hermione felt bad.
She reached out a hand placing it over the girl's arm, "Look, I love Ron, he's my family." And she meant that with her entire heart. "But right now the boy can't see past his own nose long enough to realize what he's doing is wrong." She said.
Luna pushed a few stray straw colored ringlets behind her ear, keeping her eyes on her hands.
"You know I care about you, Luna." Hermione said. "And I honestly would be the most thrilled if you and Ron sorted all this out and were happy being together again." Frankly, the back and forth was beginning to get on her last nerve.
"But I just don't think he wants that, and you need to know when to hold and when to fold."
Meanwhile, in the men's bathroom, Harry had his hands full with ginger haired six foot tall drunk that also happened to be his best friend.
The raven haired seeker did all he could to sober up his friend, wishing he had the facilities to prepare a sobriety draught that would make all this exponentially easier. "I just, I don't mate. Maybe I'm just not meant to be happy." Ron had the tendency to be dramatic while drunk.
Harry just chuckled softly, holding the much taller boy up as he rambled.
"You know, Harry? Like I'm just supposed to go through life lonely and companionless but ridiculously handsome." He said despairingly. "So women fall for the charm and the grin and the boundless, quick witted humor but not the man…"
Harry shook his head. "Right, definitely true." He tried pulling Ron towards the door.
"Because I mean why else would she pick him, huh?"
"Why else would who pick what?"
"Kennedy, Kennedy!" He exclaimed woefully.
"All right, easy there buddy. Let's just try to get you to the dorms without you drawing any attention." Harry sighed, Ron just really needed to sleep all this off.
"No, I can, I'll be fine." He struggled against Harry's grip on his shoulder.
Even Harry's patience was beginning to draw thing by this point, "Oh really? So I should just let you go back into the Great Hall that's full of students and professors while you're drunk off your ass?" He scoffed. "Are you even done with your first round of detentions that you're so eager to go for a second?"
Ron leaned back against the sink, "I just want to talk to her…" He threw his head back.
"Luna isn't going anywhere, mate."
"Luna…" He peered at Harry through somewhat lost blue eyes. "Luna." He breathed out.
"Yeah, Luna." Harry patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Look, you'll be able to talk to Luna or whoever else it is a lot better once you're not so… well, this." He gestured to Ron's rather unsightly appearance.
Ron let out a laugh, "Yeah, guess so." He conceded. "You know, Hermione's really rubbed off on you." He mentioned casually.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.
"Oh you know just that I almost thought they'd start letting girls in the men's room."
Harry punch Ron on the shoulder as the redhead began to laugh, "I'm only kidding." He said as Harry joined him in his amusement.
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"This blows."
"How eloquently put, Cassius. Glad to know that the event you conned yourself into isn't quite up to expectation."
"You know, Daph, behind all the frost and pseudo-annoyance, I think I heard a touch of… longing."
"Well you should seriously get your hearing checked because there is no pseudo, just annoyance, and the only longing I feel is to be far away from you." Daphne answered venomously.
"Ouch, you wound me." Cassius held his heart mockingly.
Daphne rolled her eyes, silently thanking the heavens above as Blaise, Romilda and Adrian approached them.
"Ditched your date?" Daphne raised an eyebrow at the former beater.
Adiran laughed, "She's got a couple screws lose, doesn't she." He grinned, though it came out more fondly than it should have.
Daphne blanched, anyone who found Pansy even the least bit attractive with all her psychotic tendencies needed to reevaluate their life as a whole.
The girl was bad news.
"So I talked to Rosie—
"Where is she, anyway?"
"Her and Terence are having a dance, they'll be here. But they both agree it's time to clear out of here." Romilda announced.
"Now there's an idea." Cassius agreed happily, "About time too."
"And go where?" Daphne asked, she wasn't really in any mood to go anywhere except her bed.
"Serpentina's." Romilda said giddily, "Or the Hog's Head." She said with a noncommittal shrug.
"Let's get out of here already, this party is lame." Blaise complained impatiently.
"Seriously, a party without captain feels really lacking." Cassius agreed.
"Gee, Dolohov, does it ever get tiring sucking Malfoy's di—
"Zab!" Daphne reprimanded, horrified at his vulgarity.
Blaise just looked at her entirely unimpressed by her girlish shriek.
Daphne didn't think she would ever be relieved at the sight of Kennedy, but she was just now because it meant they could leave and right now all she wanted was to indulge in a really stiff drink. Tonight had been a spectacular let down from start to finish.
But relations between Slytherin House's golden couple looked strained at best, at that moment Daphne and Romilda both knew that regardless of what happened tonight they would be hearing about whatever it was that Terence did to piss Kennedy off.
"Gang's all here." Blaise drawled. "Can we finally—
"Zab, shut up already." Kennedy interrupted, even though she had just gotten there she knew he must have been complaining for a while. "We're leaving." She said pointedly.
"And why is bitch being a Kennedy today?" He retorted, which Kennedy chose to ignore.
"Hey, Rosie. Don't you want to wait until they announce the Ice King and Queen?" Romilda prodded her.
Kennedy shook her head, "Oh come on, it's going to be Potter and Granger." She said indifferently.
Besides, she didn't feel much like accepting an award on behalf of her and Terence's courtship tonight.
As they filed out of the Great Hall, arguing amongst themselves about where the next destination would be, Kennedy stared blankly over at the spot she been approached by Ron.
His words still hanging in that space, "You're supposed to be here with me."
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"Are, are you sure, Gin?"
Ginny smiled, "I am." She said decidedly "I believe you." She promised.
He looked stunned for a second, his penetrating gaze unwavering as he stared at her. She shifted her weight unconsciously, but kept her gaze in his.
Draco's eyes travelled over her body at a painfully slow pace, staring at her lips, then her neck sliding down her collar bones and into the dip of her dress, where her breasts peaked out from over the neckline. All of a sudden, she was hyper aware of her nipples hardening against the satin lining of her garment. His eyes moved over her waist, the way it cinched into her ribs, but flared out over her hips.
She could hardly take it, seconds felt like years as he continued to examine every inch of her as if she was something he had never seen before. He looked almost awestricken, but something else too.
Desire.
He drunk her in hungrily, thinking of the various ways he wanted to rip that dress off her, because as good as she looked in it, there was nothing he wanted more than for her to be out of it. He wondered what she was wearing underneath, would she be the type to match her panties to her bra.
Something black and lacy?
Red and revealing?
Or was she more of the white cotton type?
Ginny felt equally shy and confident in the moment, because he seemed entirely off guard and vulnerable. He looked enamored by her, immersed in her, as if he was trying to figure her out, extracting her layer by layer until she was bared to him, body and soul.
She watched him as he devoured her in silence, his eyes melting from their usual stormy grey into liquid silver.
She felt it, the control, right now Draco was something she had never witnessed him to be...
Powerless.
With a wicked gleam in her auburn eyes, she brought his head down and found his lips, this time much more sure of herself. He met her enthusiasm with both urgency and expertise, his tongue smoothly maneuvering into her mouth.
His hand went from her lower back to her bottom, taking a hand full of it.
This dress really needed to go, he decided.
He pulled at her long hair, hearing a delectable moan fall from her mouth and into his. He held her head in place as his hand found the curve of her hip, he let his fingers trail over the side finding the top of her zipper right below her under arm. Slowly, he pulled it down, just enough so he could touch the smooth creamy surface of the side of her breast.
She shivered beneath his touch, as she moved her mouth along his jaw, peppering kisses along his chin. When she reached his ear, she dipped her lips to find the soft flesh behind it, hearing him hiss as she rolled her tongue in the same spot. After a few times, she gave a teasing bite to his ear lobe before continuing her exploration of his body.
Her hands tugged at his suit jacket, demanding it be off. He slid his arms off her for a moment, just long enough to shrug it off before throwing it in the corner of her room. His hands found her waist and it wasn't long before he was gripping, touching, savoring every inch of her body.
She could hear his labored breathing as she feathered open mouthed kisses along his neck, stopping at his Adam's apple, feeling it move under her tongue as he swallowed. She found the spot where his neck met his shoulder, remembering from a prior experience that he was quite… sensitive here.
When she sucked at it, she heard him suck in a breath "Ginny." His voice was strained, a little hoarse.
Inwardly, she rejoiced at his reaction, she wanted that.
He brought her mouth back to his, and nudging and stumbling until her back hit the wall behind her. He took both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head.
He pulled back from the kiss, a Cheshire grin encompassing his face.
Just like that, he was back in control.
Her skin hummed to life, all the blood in her body rushing to one specific spot, she was aching with need, embarrassingly so, because he hadn't even really touched her yet. Just the way he was looking at her made her want him in every way possible.
That primal, dominant look as he pressed her against her, feeling how hard he was against her pelvis made her very core pulse and throb.
He gave her one final kiss on the mouth, before diving into her neck, suckling and nipping at the soft flesh, teasing her here and there. His hand slipped into the side of her dress, cupping her breast from the outside of her bra, which felt distinctly lacy and sheer.
He slipped a hand under it, kneading the soft flesh as she gasped, out of surprise and pleasure. His thumb tantalized her nipple, making it beg for his attention as it peaked under his touch.
He buried his lips into her exposed cleavage, marveling in how smooth and tender her skin was on every part of her body.
Well, he hadn't experience every part… yet.
He hardened painfully at the thought of… that and it was that particular moment that Ginny chose to grind her hips against him in a deliciously torturous way that made him outwardly groan.
She took his relaxed grip on her wrist as her in, breaking her hands out of his grasp and bringing them to his shirt, fervently working the buttons.
"Ginny, Are you—
"I want this." She said, staring into his eyes, her finger still on the third button from the top. "Draco, God, I've wanted this since…" Well, she didn't have an exact estimate but it had been a long time coming.
Literally.
Months and months of agonizingly slow foreplay lead to her not being surer of anything in her life.
He was conflicted, mostly because what he wanted more than anything in the world was to fuck her brains out, but he also didn't want to.
Not when he had not told her something so vital to their relationship.
He never, ever wanted her to feel tricked, or forced or coerced, not when he realized early on that sex was important to her.
It was a big deal.
And by choosing him, he knew she was trusting him not just with her body but with everything that it meant to her.
He couldn't defile that.
"Draco…"
She brought his mouth back to her, "Draco, please." She breathed against his lips.
The way she said his name made him literally crazy with want, his cock twitching painfully due to the restriction.
This game of cat and mouse was beginning to get tiresome.
He brought his hand back to her, find the zipper to her dress and pulling the piece of metal down to completely. He lifted her off the ground as the dress unraveled and pooled at her waist, her legs wrapping around him greedily.
With his hands planted firmly on her glorious behind, he pulled away from her and what he saw was a sight to behold because even partially naked Ginny was absolutely flawless. From her creamy porcelain skin, unmarred by any blemishes or marks, save for the light dusting of freckles that traced along her shoulder and spread sparsely over her breasts.
She was wearing a black lace bra that held her beautifully round breasts in the most perfect way, "What else are you wearing under this?" He asked huskily, grinning up at her through expectant silver eyes.
Something naughty flickered behind her amber eyes as she leaned her lips to his ear. "Nothing." She whispered.
"Ginny." He growled, and with a few steps and one sweeping motion he had her back on the bed.
She giggled happily, tugging him back on top of her by the collar of his shirt. "What? You asked." She said innocently, fluttering her eye lashes in a school girl way that only made everything so much harder every sense of the word.
She pulled at the rest of the buttons, one of them even popping off in her haste. "Sorry." She mentioned, sliding his shirt off him.
"Don't be, love." He said with a smirk, devouring her lips once more.
He worked on getting her dress past her hips, she arched her back upwards so he could slide it past, as it eventually pooled at her ankles, she kicked her foot out as prompted and the dress slid to the floor.
Suddenly, she felt shy and nervous and slightly terrified, Draco had been with models and actresses, some of the most beautiful witches she had ever seen. How would she, plain old nothing special Ginny, measure up to them.
Draco saw the look that passed over her face, she was shit at hiding her emotions and he loved that she never had to learn how to do it. He knew exactly what she must be feeling.
But her apprehension was unfounded, she was the most exquisite creature he had ever laid his eyes on, top to bottom.
Especially her bottom, though.
He kissed her, softly and deeply. "I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life." The sincerity that shown in his eyes made her stomach feel as though a few thousand cocoons had just ruptured in it.
It wasn't long before his mouth began moving south, though, his tongue swirling over her nipples on at a time.
One of her hands found his hair, "Draco." She gasped.
He just continued, as his fingers slid up and down her thighs, each time getting closer and closer to the very place that was literally aching for him.
When his thumb brushed against her clit she sucked her teeth viciously, but he continued to tease her, just barely touching it with the tips of his finger.
"Draco."
Finally, he slipped a finger inside her, they both let out an audible sound of pleasure, though hers was more of a cry.
"Fuck." He hissed into her skin, "You're so wet." In that moment, Draco knew there was nothing more unfair than his finger being buried in her as the rest of him yearned tobe.
His mouth began its slow descent down her body, his tongue swirling and twirling over her stomach, dipping into her belly button, his breath blowing coolly against the patterns his tongue had just made, creating an almost unbearable sensation as his continued his ministrations.
As his lips met her pelvis, her hands shot out to grab his head. "Draco!" She squealed.
She was positively mortified at the thought of what he was about to do.
Mortified, but also really, really turned on.
The shameless part of her practically wanted to plead for it.
His head came up from her skin, a faux annoyed look spreading across his features.
He took his hands and locked them around each wrist, forcing them to either side of her. "Don't make me bind them, Ginevra." The commanding tone of his voice sent tingles down her spine as a new wave of desire washed over entire body, pooling at her center.
The binding would have to be explored later.
He pushed her wrists in the bed for assurance, "Keep them there, understood?" he raised his eyebrows.
She couldn't help the euphoria she was feeling as she nodded her head to his question.
"Thank you." He smiled, and it nearly made her lose her mind, because with everything else aside, his smile was still the most breathtaking thing she had ever seen.
He pushed her up on the bed, before pulling her legs apart. Seeing the slight tension in her forehead, he gave her a reassuring nod. "I'll go slow." He said languorously, a wicked look on his handsome face. "You'll be begging for it before I'm done, princess." He promised in a way that thrilled her.
She closed her eyes as she felt his lips, he kissed up her thighs at a leisurely pace. His mouth moving towards her center, as he spread her legs apart even further.
She felt his finger first, as he slipped it inside her, a small yelp of pleasure escaping her lips as he did. And then she felt it, his tongue as it lightly glided over her clitoris in a torturously slow motion. He swirled it over her center languidly sending bolts of white hot tremors up her spine as her hand flung out to grab the nearest thing, taking fistful after fistful of her bed covering.
Her other hand found his hair, hearing her own voice in her ears as she called his name through ragged breaths and heavy moans. She called out other things too, like various colorful profanities and God.
But mostly "Draco" over and over again like a chant as her back arched off the bed, her hips gyrating, desperately trying to synchronize with the motions of his mouth.
Ginny was about to call out to him, ask him to slow down, she could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. But the request came out in the sound of a whimper as he snuck another finger inside her.
"Draco!" She cried through clenched teeth. "Please don't stop."
Her hand reached to grab his shoulder, her fingernails digging into his flesh. "Fuck." She mewled. "I can't, I can't. Please." She didn't know what she was saying, she could barely hear the words tumbling out of her mouth let alone understand them.
All she could were his fingers, curling in and out of her at a pace that could only be described as perfect, as every fiber in her body, every inch of her skin, was set ablaze. It was building, all the sensations were heightened, as if she was acutely aware of every part of her body but also blissfully unconscious to everything that was going on.
"I'm so close." She managed to get out between whimpers.
But her delicately soft screams weren't enough to compel him to calm her into sweet surrender, ease her into a controllable liberation. He coaxed her into violent submission, her walls clenching and unclenching almost painfully around his fingers as her body shuddered fiercely under the throes of her release.
"Draco…oh God, Draco." She was panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were squeezed shut as they witnessed explosions of vivid reds and bright blues behind her eyelids. The grip on his shoulder relaxed, as her other hand slid out of his hair and fell limply on her stomach.
He lifted himself from between her legs, as he watched a thin layer of sheen cover her skin, giving it a pleasant glow under the pale moonlight. Her cheeks were stained pink, her red lips parted as she struggled to normalize her breathing.
"That was…" But she didn't bother finishing her sentence, she was pretty sure he was well aware of what he had just done to her.
She opened one eye, lazily reaching her hand out to grab his arm, trying to pull him back on top of her. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, kiss him until it hurt, and more than anything she wanted to make him feel every bit of the ecstasy that was running through her veins.
He carefully let himself down over her, though only allowing her to enjoy the weight of him crushing her for a few moments before switching their positions, rolling her petite body over his. He clasped his hands behind her waist as her naked breasts pushed against his chest.
She kissed him, longingly, soulfully, gratefully, as her hands reached for his belt, she had it off and his pants unzipped before he even had time to realize she had done it. And as her nipples scraped against his skin, her hands tugging at the sides of his pants, he had to gather every ounce of self-control he ever possessed not to plunge himself so deep within her that neither of them would be able to surmise where he ended and she began.
"Ginny, wait." He croaked, his voice breaking under the strain.
And as her hand wrapped around his hardness, he could barely stop his head from spinning.
He had been wanting this for so long.
"Gin-ny." Her name came out in syllables through a clenched jaw, "Just wait—
"Draco, it's okay. I'm sure and we've waited long enough." She promised him hurriedly. "Draco I want this, I want you."
It wasn't enough that her soft hands were trying inexpertly to guide him into her, but her husky voice was so sweetly begging for it.
He knew this was it, the moment he was going to break. Because a second longer and he would not be able to control the urge that was ripping through him.
Which was why the next thing he said felt as though it was being exorcised out of him, coming between rough pants through a ragged voice.
"It's for your brother's murder."
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A/N: Well, that was one way to kill the mood, huh? How was the little lime-y scene up there, worth it? Sorry no sex for the Prince just yet, but it's coming, wait on it ;) And the speediest update ever was for all you lovely reviewers, you guys are just so awesome and it really does motivate me to get these chapters out as quick as I can when I read all these wonderful things you guys say.
Some of you had some really insightful reviews about the upcoming chapters and you're all so smart you guessed it was Draco right off the bat! Can't get anything past you guys.
This chapter and the kind of smutty scene up there was a treat for all of you lovely reviewers and readers, I couldn't wait, I just had to post it. You were all so forthcoming with your wonderful reviews and it literally warmed my whole heart as I read them. You're all so fantastic and awesome and you deserve like candy and eternal sunshine and all the money in the world.
The song I used in between the first Draco and Ginny scene (in italics) is Run by Snow Patrol. It was the song I was listening to while I wrote a lot of this chapter and it just really fit.
I'm going to try to update this quickly again, I hate keeping you guys waiting. And I really can't wait to hear what you all think about this latest installment.
Happy Readings!