Heh. Yes. This would be a very official R rating because once again Cat couldn't control herself to a greater extent however. R for sex. Yes, hide the children's eyes! The story will be rated R from here on out because of this chappie so we're terribly sorry to all our readers who don't like this sort of thing ;) If you don't wish to witness such there will be a note telling you when to stop in your reading :D
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~Ash and Cat
She was staring at him again. She was ALWAYS staring at him. It was one thing to occasionally glance over and quickly look away as you met each other's gaze, but she didn't look away. No, she just stared... and stared... and stared... as though she had nothing better to do. He couldn't take much more of this! It was ungodly!
Not only was it staring but it was staring at Draco Malfoy. How did he know it was Draco? He knew it was Draco because she got that same damnable look on her face that she always had when Draco was around. When they walked together in the hallway, when they sat together outside, when they were about to snog each other as they always seemed to be doing... He hated it. Oh, how he hated it.
Harry coughed and waved his hand in front of the redhead's face. "Giiiinny... You in there?" he teased playfully, a broad smile forming on his face now that his jaw was healed. (Madame Prompfry had given in after his continuous whining and just healed the darn thing.) "You look like you're dead."
* * *
How could she look dead when she felt so alive? The feelings Draco gave her were almost unbearable, causing her to either brim with happiness or soar with love. She could barely contain herself as the days went on.
And once again, there she was, chin in palm, elbow on table, staring longingly after her Draco, as they stole affectionate glances every so often, each one causing her stomach to lurch more than the last.
"What, I'm sorry, did you say something Harry?" Ginny innocently asked as she reached for the pepper, finally tearing her eyes from that hypnotizing gray pair. She hadn't been able to think clearly since that day in the infirmary. Scratch that. Since that Quidditch match. No, scratch that as well, since that blasted day in the halls, when Potter had so stupidly gotten his jaw broken. Yes. Then.
Anything she saw reminded her of Draco, everything that was said detoured back to him in some way, shape or form. She just couldn't help it. She assumed that was just what love did to you.
* * *
Harry sighed in defeat as she finally came out of her trance-like state, reaching for the pepper. When she did so, she looked as though it pained her to do such! This was unbelievable! Ridiculous! Down right stupid! Draco Malfoy, the Muggle-born hating, Gryffindor-teasing, self-centered, bastard had earned Ginny's undying affection, and he couldn't earn so much as a conversation.
Damn. It. All.
"Yes... actually..." he said, trying to remain calm. "I said that other people do exist in the world besides Malfoy, though you seem to think along those lines." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know why you bother with him, Ginny! He's a bastard, and you know it! How can you think he's changed because of a few snogs?!"
Couldn't she see that's all Draco wanted? He was using her! It wasn't right! It wasn't fair!
"He's just using you! Can't you see that?" His voice was raised, earning the attention of several members of the Gryffindor table. "Everyone else can but you!"
* * *
Ginny narrowed her chocolate eyes briefly at Harry as he ranted and raved before her. He was being such a baby. How could she had ever thought to like him? He was acting like a child that couldn't get his way, therefore, he chose to whine and pout about it. As he had been doing for the past few days since she had left the hospital wing.
"Are you quite done?" She impatiently asked, as she saw out of the corner of her eye, Ron placing a comforting hand on Harry's shoulders, as if to say, 'give it up man..' And rightfully so, she thought to herself, excusing herself from the table as she threw her napkin onto her finished plate.
She had planned to perhaps begin her potions essay for Snape, then practice a few transfiguration spells that McGonagall had given them. She also had hope to perfect that recent charm and.. ah hell, who was she fooling? All she had planned or thought of was Draco and well, Draco.
She smiled in spite of herself as her chocolate eyes danced across the Slytherin table only to land on that beautiful blond. She slowly slid her way through the glares of his fellow Slytherins, not tearing a second glance from his stare until she stood before him. She extended her hand, lightly to caress his chin as she whispered, "Are you ready to go?" Ignoring the penetrating stares she received from his so-called 'friends.'
* * *
"Drakey!" Dear God he hated that voice. He hated the person it belonged to, and he hated everything relating to the person it belonged to. Pansy Parkinson. The mere mention of her name was enough to make him shudder or cringe. "Drakey! Don't ignore me!" Oh, and why not? He was doing just fine, focusing on a certain Weasley across the room, grinning slyly to himself every time their eyes locked.
"What are you staring at?" the fat girl demanded, following his gaze. "It's that WEASLEY girl, isn't it!" she shrieked. Draco simply ignored her more. "How can you love her?! You're supposed to love ME!" Another roll of the eyes was earned.
"For God's sake, Parkinson, leave me alone." The girl's lower lip trembled as she shot a dangerous glare in Ginny's direction.
"You'll be sorry, Drakey." But Draco wasn't listening, for Harry Potter had suddenly began to shout about something, earning a rather angered face from Ginny. He sighed and shook his head. Potter kept trying, really he did. Even though Draco had been so kind as to avoid him as best as he could, he still managed to be a pain in the arse. He didn't understand the term 'sod off' or so it seemed.
Soon, Ginny was walking in his direction, earning a blink of surprise. She was coming over to his table? Didn't they usually just meet at the entrance? Oh, he did hope his table members would be halfway decent, but the odds weren't very high. He gently grabbed her hand as he stood up with a smile. "Yeah. Come on." Aaand... the jaws of many a Slytherin simply dropped to the floor.
"What was all that about with Potter?"
* * *
"Ugh, nothing." she responded, dismissing Harry's whines with a flick of her hand, the other clutched tightly to Draco's as she attempted to avoid the glares of death the Slytherins sent her; their eyes like cold daggers, arched painfully into her back as they exited the Great hall, hand in hand, much to his house's disapproval.
As soon as the heavy doors swung behind them, echoing a heavy thud throughout the deserted corridors, Ginny pinned him against the cold, stone walls with her lips. Her red pair steaming onto his, her mouth meshed to his skin, trailing to his neck, then back again to meet his supple lips. She allowed her hands to roam freely over his chest, arms, and back into his nicely slicked back hair not that it would remain that way if he stayed within Ginny's merciless hands, pent-up with unfurled passion.
She pulled back, gazing into his gray gaze, her own chocolate brown gems glistening with a fiery glaze. Her lips twitched to feel his once more.. You see, our poor Ginny had been suffering a dreadful malady. It appeared that any distance between the two's lips was excruciating for our dear redhead, except for that sweet moment after the release of passion, that was okay.. But nothing too great.
She smiled innocently at him before bringing her lips to meet his, meeting him with a more soft, gentle kiss than before.
* * *
Draco let out a rather loud gasp of surprise as he was shoved against the wall. Merlin, Miss Innocent Weasley certainly knew what she wanted, didn't she? Honestly, people continually talked about how he was 'using her', but if anything, she'd be using him, the way she frequently attacked him with bouts of passion which, mind you, he most certainly didn't mind.
"Hello to you too." He said with a laugh, before being overcome with Ginny. His arms wrapped around her back, pushing her closer to him as they kissed, continuing to do so as her lips fell to his neck, earning a soft moan. The tips of his fingers managed to worm their way up to the nape of her neck, twirling about in the strands of fiery hair. He nearly let out a whimper as she pulled away from him, leaving his hair tousled as it was and his eyes showing his craving for more.
Thankfully, she didn't stray long and her lips connected with his once again, much gentler, to his slight displeasure. No, no... she'd started this. She'd have to finish it. With a sly grin he pulled away from her, securely grasping her by the waist and turning around so that it was she against the wall.
"Much better." And the lovely snogging continued.
* * *
Mmm... nothing sweeter then the taste of his lips, she had to admit. She also couldn't resist the smile that erupted across her passion-swollen lips as he allowed a soft moan to escape from his tempting lips. Oh yes. She was good.
She would have let out a small yelp when he smashed her body against the stony walls, turning the tables on her, if he hadn't silenced her with his own lips. He forcefully applied pressure to her tender pair, yet she retaliated with as much passion her frail build could muster, lavishing her petite fingertips to any extremity. From his chest, to his abdomen, up to his shoulders, down his forearms, yet unmistakably, always ended up raking through his strands every time. She could feel the rush she provided for him underneath the tingling touch of her fingers as they scampered across his soft skin, her own blushing from head to foot as their tongues battled amongst each other in the fit of passion.
She pulled back, a satisfied smile across her face as she teased him, "And what would you do if your adoring Pansy happened to show up now?" She asked, affectionately kissing his hairline, only to peer behind as she did so. Well, speak of the devil.. As the fat wench appeared from the previous corridor a non-too-happy scowl placed upon her plump cheeks.
* * *
Draco glanced out of the corner of his eye, catching the scowl of a certain Miss Parkinson. The classic Malfoy smirk took over his facial features once again. Let's see, if Pansy was to show up just then as she so politely had, what would he do? Well there were a few things he'd currently like to do, though he had a feeling Ginny might kill him if he even attempted such stunts.
"Oh... I don't know." He drawled, staring down at her. "Perhaps... This..."
He kissed Ginny playfully on the cheek. "And... perhaps... this..." He grinned and gave her a soft kiss, much to Pansy's horror. "Oh... and we can't forget this..." With surprising grace he swooped Ginny up into his arms so that one rested under her knees and the other supported her back. "Because we most certainly will need some privacy."
That said, he walked right past Pansy, Ginny in his arms.
* * *
Ginny partly blushed as he kissed her on the cheek in front of Pansy, then when he continued with a soft one to the lips, she was sure she'd never been a deeper scarlet, and yet he continued to pick her up as if she were a bride and trample her out there right under Pansy's bitter nose, surprisingly, much to Ginny's enjoyment.
She casually wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her down the deep corridor, as if it were the most natural and everyday thing she'd ever done, attracting a few awkward and curious, perhaps baffled, stares by innocent passersby and straggling students, no doubt tongues would be wagging in mere moments, but she wasn't too worried about that right now.
"So where are we off to?" She queried, her chocolate eyes twinkling momentarily in a gaze of mischief and curiosity as she stared up at him adoringly. Her brows furrowed in certain surprise and wonder as he led her out the back, corridor halls, out into a vast field, she was sure she'd never been to before, as she turned to look at him, giving him another curious glance.
* * *
Ah yes, that felt positively lovely. And it felt even better when he heard the aggravated growl of Pansy, followed by a series of loud thumps. Obviously she was heading back down to the dungeons. Good for her. She knew when she wasn't wanted, though she did teeter over the edge rather... constantly. In fact, he was rather surprised that she'd given up so easily. It wasn't very like her, really.
He smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and rolled his eyes at the stares they received. No doubt word would be flown straight to Ron in about ten seconds. It really wouldn't take long. It was times like these that he was happy as hell that Ron had seen them together earlier. It made life... better... so much better...
"You'll see." He told her, a glint in his eye as he continued on, marveling at the light weight of Ginny Weasley. Was she anorexic or what? This girl surely hadn't eaten in weeks with how light she was... He made a mental note to watch what she ate carefully. Starving angels were certainly no good. "I used to come out here a lot... to think and... stuff." He grinned and gently set her down on the grass, conjuring a nice blanket for them to sit upon, then picked her up again, dragging the blanket behind until he reached his final destination.
Setting her down so that she couldn't see the wonderful view behind her, Draco laid out the blanket and took a gander himself. The lake looked beautiful, reflecting the light from the sun, now setting. Yes, dinner had ended and soon the day would as well. "Now... you might not like it as much as I'd hope, but pretend you do, okay?"
* * *
She sighed in disappointment as he prolonged the agony in telling her where this adventure's destination lied. She simply gingerly swung her legs to and fro as she leaned her cheek against his chest, able to feel his heartbeat, and yet she was positive she'd never heard a more beautiful sound. She could smell his scent as it wafted through the breezes. Such a heavenly scent it was, too.
Before she noticed, he was settling her on the grass, yet he hardly allowed her to catch her balance before she was in his arms once more, her back to the 'surprise' he had for her. She raised a brow as his voice trailed off, mentioning what all he did up here, unsure if she exactly wanted to know.
She rolled her eyes as he told her not to think too big of it as she turned her head to gaze out at the landscape. She lost her breath somewhere in between the turn and the setting sun. Her chocolate eyes took in everything the brimming nature had to offer. The gentle wave of the charming branches as soft breezes blew by; the beautiful colors of the sunset, merging to make one, yet distinct for each to be an individual; it was all so breathtaking and fresh, like Draco.
She turned to him, a small smile on her face, yet her eyes spoke for her as she remained silent. She slowly entwined her own small fingers within his long, slender ones as she softly uttered, "It's beautiful." not tearing her eyes from his own.
* * *
Oh, who was good? He was good. He was damn good.
He watched her expressions change from mild annoyance to shock, from shock to awe, from awe to the current loving expression that now stared him back in the eye. Ginny liked it. She honest to God actually LIKED it. This was wonderful, positively brilliant. Man, he should take up a career in this field... the... romantic occurrence field. Yeah. That'd work.
"Nowhere near as beautiful as you." He replied, his voice softer than its usual tone as his hand gently grazed along her cheeks, now slightly flushed from the chill (or he assumed such). Her cheeks, as always, were soft as satin, something that only made him crave to touch her more, want to be with her more. Want... after a while... had turned to need, and though he'd yet to say such to Ginny, he wasn't sure what he'd do without the fiery red head. It was amazing, what being with someone could to do a person.
Everyone wanted them apart, but it seemed to only shove them together more and more until they were so close they could hardly breathe. Close... like when they had been in that corridor when Harry appeared. Close... like when Ron walked in on them sleeping in the hospital bed. Close... like they'd been just a short while ago in the hallway... And yet... one might say he wanted to be closer...
* * *
Her cheeks blushed as he complimented her. One of the first ones he'd ever given. Sure, he'd told her she was amazing before after a bout of passion, but.. This was different. He had said she was.. Beautiful.
Those miniscule words were enough to keep her alive for ages, if they could just ring in her mind over and over, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to deflate the smile protruding across her lips. The one that had never ceased to disappear since that fateful day. Her face glowed, and her eyes lit up constantly, her love was deeply apparent. And yet, she couldn't help but notice the same for him, although he had never confessed such feelings. The way his eyes caught a twinkling every time he snatched her brown gaze; every breath he took around her appeared to shake continuously; his cheeks reddened more around her than anyone else; and he often got that wishful look about his lips... all only for her. Perhaps it was love.. She had to hold on to her glimmer of hope she clutched so tightly within her grasp.
"Oh, Draco.." She whispered, barely audible as her voice quivered. She slowly brought her trembling lips to his, their hands still entwined.
* * *
Draco smiled at her. He loved it when she blushed; the way her cheeks reddened and a grin took over her face, and the way she tended to look down at her shoes in embarrassment. Girls were always so modest, really they were.
Her lips were trembling, from what he honestly didn't know, but shaking nonetheless. Was he making her nervous? He hadn't meant to! He hadn't even made any advances on her! Of course, that may have been part of the reason. Maybe she wasn't used to him being... nice. Jesus, that sounded so bloody wrong. He managed not to frown as he kissed her, however. Surely she was just nervous... Yes... just nervous...
"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... to do whatever I did... You're shaking so much, Ginny..."
* * *
She smiled hesitantly as he showed such deep caring for her. She hadn't truly noticed she was trembling until he had mentioned it. She brushed a strand of her red locks from her chocolate gaze, tucking it behind an ear as she shrugged her shoulders.
"I just.. Love you so much." She whispered faintly, her eyes fixated on a small ant within the grass. Which couldn't be far from the reason for her quivering limbs and lips. Her love and affection for him was so overwhelming sometimes she felt as if she might scream. And the fact that he never returned the words was enough to make any girl's emotions go haywire. She had conned herself into believing she'd never need to hear that lovely l-word, those mystical four letters. Yet, she had been horribly wrong.
Ah, well. She thought solemnly with a sigh, at least he did care for her. Just the little things he did.. Like brush her hair from her cheek when it got in the way; the way he entwined his fingers with hers, even when everyone was looking, or no one at all; and the fact he had brought her up here, his place, to share with her. She had to smile despite her feelings as she grazed her thumb lovingly across his lips.
* * *
Draco sighed softly. Didn't she know what that did to him? Every single time she said those three words in the same sentence, something in his chest sank to what felt like his toes, and yet, there was an even larger part of him that seemed to flutter with pure delight.
One might check in the dictionary under the word love and find something such as
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
But what did that mean to him? Nothing. Deep tender feelings of affection, he'd felt those toward Ginny for ages, but love? Love wasn't just... it wasn't so simple! Intense desire and attraction toward a person? That was lust! Lust! Lust he had plenty of. He wanted LOVE.
Love... What was love? Love was when you wanted to be with someone, needed to be with someone to the point that you could hardly stand to be apart. Love was feeling such great passion with one person... that... that... your knees went weak at the mere sight of them. Love, love was when everything in your life revolved around one person, and one person alone... them.
"Ginny..." A grin took over his face as he picked her up once more, only to sit down so that she was comfortably in his lap. "Watch the sky..." The boy's wand lifted and with a soft murmur into Ginny's ear, a flash of gold sparks appeared, and then disappeared so soon as they had come. "Wait..." he explained with a small grin, wrapping his arms about her stomach.
Suddenly, a series of bright lights illuminated the sky. "Took a bit longer than planned." He whispered with a soft laugh, watching the lights slowly form to figures. The first unmistakably became a girl with long, flowing hair and a broad smile; the second, a boy with short hair a weak smile. Soon, however, the girl moved toward him and their lips met, arms wrapped about each other.
"Ginny... I know this a bit late... but..." He kissed her cheek gently from behind. "I... I love you."
* * *
She hesitantly lifted her gaze to meet his as he whispered her name, suddenly feeling his hands around her waist as he brought her to him, setting her gently in his lap. She leaned back against him, feeling his beating heart thump in his chest against her back, sending a soothing throb throughout her body. She slowly allowed her hands to settle on his arms that surrounded her petite waist, softly dragging her fingertips up and down his skin.
She turned to look at him as he told her to 'watch the sky..' She gave him a curious glance before slowly obeying, her chocolate eyes wavering about curiously as she watched out for anything peculiar. She turned rapidly as she spotted something gold out of the corner of her eye, yet was too late to catch it. She got a disappointed frown across her face before he mentioned for her to keep watching. Her eyes quickly darted across the night sky, several mystifying lights brightening the darkness. Her brown gaze rapidly followed the illuminated specks as they formed into two separate shapes, causing her to immediately recognize the figures, a small smile approaching her red lips. She watched as they met together, meshing into one, kissing each other with nearly as much affection as her and Draco harbored.
She felt a chill rush down her spine as he whispered into her ear, yet a soft, gentle one, a chill that warmed her instead of leaving her icy. She swore her heartbeat stopped as he uttered those three small words yet however there size feeble, they filled her to the highest extremity with sheer bliss. As soon as she felt her heart skip a beat, it quickly continued its repetitive thump, only ten times faster as she turned to stare at him in somewhat disbelief and shock, her hand gently grazing the spot his lips had so softly made contact with her pale skin.
She let out a soft sigh as her eyes searched his intensely, not spotting any sign of doubt, she tightly embraced him, as if it were the last time, but did so, knowing there would be many more to come and this was just the beginning. For many things.
* * *
She was just sitting there... staring at him... It was almost as if she was searching for something, perhaps for a reason not to believe him or some proof that he was just saying such to make her happy. Yes, he was saying it to make her happy in a sense, but it wasn't a lie... not as she apparently thought it would be.
Was it that hard to believe that he loved someone? That he cared for Ginny so deeply that he felt he could never part with her? True, he was Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince. True, he'd been her archrival and had planned on being such forever. True, he'd never held anyone in his arms until she came along. True... true... maybe he wasn't meant to love anyone in everyone else's eyes but his own... But he did. He did, and he could proclaim it to the entire world if need be, so long as Ginny would believe him.
Could she?
Suddenly, her arms wrapped about him, and he was pulled into a hug, earning a soft sigh of relief from the bleached-blonde boy. He rested his chin gently upon her shoulder, holding her closer to him (if possible by the way Ginny was clinging to him so).
She could.
* * *
Ginny slowly let her eyes droop as their chins rested on each other's shoulders, leaning her head against his. She felt his arms and hands so strongly around her small build, as if she was just a child being cradled. She caressed his locks lovingly with the tips of her fingers, slowly raking her hands down to the nape of his neck.
She became entranced with the gentle hum of the wind around them, the darkness surrounding them, yet all she felt was light. She watched behind Draco as the tall blades of grass swayed in the moonlight, random wildflowers popping up sporadically; the stars overhead winked down at her, as if they knew something she did not. She smiled to herself, taking in the vast beauty of the environment as she pulled away from the embrace to take in the most beautiful of it all.
She stared into Draco's mesmerizing gaze, allowing her back to fall into his hands, her own limbs becoming like jelly as his warmth radiated throughout her own. She gave him a small simper as a gust blew by, knocking a few of his blond strands from its strict do', allowing her another excuse to touch him as she tucked it from his gray eyes. "So, what else do you have planned?" She teased curiously, her chocolate eyes flaming with mischief.
* * *
He grinned roguishly in return. If she honestly thought he had planned more than this... she was out of her ever-loving mind. Of course, there was the fact that every guy had something planned in the back of his head yet didn't dare let it out into the open, for such thoughts earned a lovely handprint along the side of one's face.
"Ohh..." he replied, the same smile upon his face. This smile, as any female with sense could obviously tell, clearly read 'I'm being perverted. Avoid asking further unless you wish for full detail.' He was perfectly willing to explain such. Ooor.... He could so such. He was much more willing to show. You know, give a slight demonstration.
Demonstrations were always rather fun.
Draco grinned, realizing he could easily do what he wanted with Ginny whilst she was still in his arms and lay her down upon the blanket, her red hair sprawling about around her face. He placed an arm on either side of her so that he was hovering above her face, a mischievous look about him. "Since you asked..." he told her quietly, a seductive air about him as he began to kiss along her neck once again. "I suppose I should reply..."
Little Children must STOP! :D
* * *
Ginny raised a brow slightly as he slowly lowered her back onto the soft blanket, her arms brushing against the material as a few blades of grass poked through, gliding over her skin. She smiled up at him seductively before he lowered his mouth to her neck, she could feel his hot breath penetrating her skin, sending a rough sensation, radiating warmth through her flushed face.
A soft moan escaped her sweet and eager lips as his tongue lashed out against her pale skin, reverberating his touch across her body. She could feel herself quiver slightly as she attempted to restrain her passion for him yet horribly failed as she brought his lips to hers, ravaging and meshing the pairs together, hungrily taking what she craved for, as she brought him closer to her, arching her own back and digging her fingertips into the small of his.
She slowly lowered her lips to his jaw line, sending soft, fleeting kisses throughout his skin, before making it to the top of his collar bone. She traced her tongue lightly across his neck, then lightly blew on that same spot, sending a fiery chill throughout his senses. She pulled back, giving him a soft smile before returning her lips to his.
* * *
It was one thing to kiss him, hug him, even snog him, but to arch her back so that she pressed against him, and to lick his neck and blow on it so that he shivered with pure delight. Such a great passion was running through his body that it was most difficult for HIM not to begin to tremble as Ginny had been.
The poor boy could only harness so much control and currently it was wearing quite thin. His breathing was heavy, and the moans echoing from Ginny were driving him insane. How long... how long could he last like this without ripping her clothing from her in a state of frenzy. His own finger tips were dancing along the hem of her shirt, having already sneakily shoved her robes aside.
"Ginny..." he moaned. "You can't do this to me."
* * *
Ginny's body experienced soft tremors as his fingers played with the edge of her shirt, as he had already so suavely discarded her robe. When had he done that? A sneaky smile spread across her face as his eyes burned for her, much like her own.
"Can't do what, love?" She innocently asked, dragging her fingertips along the collar of his own shirt, his robe unbuttoned as it was. "You started it. You can finish it." She informed him of as she brought her lips to his once more, this time a bit more softer, gentler, yet whoever thought it would remain so for long, was horribly mistaken.
She wretched her fingers through the pesky buttons on his own shirt, ripping a few off in the mean time as she allowed her fingers to glide slowly over his toned muscles. Her fingertips skipping and tingling along as she made a trail of heat over his flesh. She retreated with her lips slowly, her red lips swollen from his own, her red locks slightly ruffled, and her cheeks flushed as she winked at him, before bringing her lips hesitantly up to his once more.
* * *
Draco's eyes widened considerably. She was... actually... going... to let him do it... His breath grew increasingly heavy, now more from nervousness than anything else. He prayed to every single religious item known to man as he felt her fingers struggling with his shirt. Hopefully at least one of them was listening. The popping of buttons made him laugh slightly. Ginny was not being patient... not at all. He couldn't be more pleased.
"You broke my shirt, Ginny." He teased with a smile, knowing he'd never see his darling buttons again.
Draco carefully loosened her tie with fumbling fingers, sighing softly in frustration. His hands slid gently under her shirt, before he lifted it over her head, exposing a great deal more flesh than he was ever used to seeing. "You're beautiful." He whispered once again as he took to work attacking her neck and shoulders once again, nibbling here and there before reaching his chosen spot, biting and sucking until a lovely hicky formed. His hands seemed to not care where they went, running up and down along her arms, sending chills up and down his spine.
"I love you..."
* * *
Ginny giggled a bit as he jokingly complained about his shirt, "You can have mine, Malfoy." She teased, as she watched his eyes, feeling his hands tremble as he scrambled with her tie and her own shirt. Her cheeks flushed in modesty and embarrassment as she desperately wanted to cover herself up until he praised her with beauty, making a smile break onto her lips removing any doubts she had previously held.
She gasped in pleasure, her eyes beginning to close as he found his lips to her neck, gently kissing, licking, suckling, several moans and raspy gasps fell from her lips, yet she was unable to hear them on the wicked breeze, so doubted he had as well. She tilted her head giving him better access to her skin as she ran her hands through his blond hair, she could feel his mouth meshing with her skin at that intense point between her neck and shoulder. She brushed her hands over his broad shoulders, pushing the remaining of his shirt aside, leaving him bareback, a wonderful adventure for her caressing and eager fingertips as they dragged along his skin.
She let out a trembling sigh as he confessed his love for her, she bit her lip, attempting to have a stable voice for her reply, yet no success. "I love you, too." She whispered back into his ear, her voice wafting gracefully through the breeze.
* * *
As she pushed his shirt down his arms, Draco lifted one at a time and literally shook the article of clothing off, smirking slightly at the irony of the current situation. All of his bloody life he'd been so sure that he'd never be with anyone. That wasn't to say he didn't think he'd have sex. Sex was completely different that caring for someone in such a way that you... you... made love. Sex and lovemaking were two different things in the blonde boy's eyes. Yet, here he was, mauling the girl one would least expect with hoards of kisses, Ginny Weasley.
"You're wearing more clothes than I am." He whispered back with another smirk. "I don't think that's fair, Miss Weasley." His fingers danced along her sides, tips gliding back and forth across the pale, smooth skin there, not often touched by daylight as it was constantly hidden under school robes. It was at that point in time he realized that he still had his shoes on and with much effort, used only his feet to yank them off, sending them flying into the grass. His socks soon followed.
"I could certainly help to even us out if you'd like." After saying such, Draco sucked in a deep breath. Was this her first time? Was he being too rough, scaring the crap out of her? Coming off as a pervert? Damn it. He really should've though these things out beforehand...
* * *
Ginny could feel her cheeks turning a soft pink as he ran his smooth fingers suavely over her stomach and sides, leaving a heated trail in his path as he moved onto the next victim of skin. Her heartbeat halted as he commented about her clothing.. She -was- wearing more clothes than him, but what was the rush? Her modesty began to prevail over her passion for him, slowly but surely as she squirmed lightly under his scrutinizing eyes and wandering fingertips.
She avoided his eye contact as she felt his slender fingers loitering about her bra strap for a bit too long for comfort. She could feel his body tremble above her own build suffering from her own tremors, as his want for her was exceedingly apparent. And it wasn't that she -didn't- want him.. Oh no. She did. So much it almost terrified her.
That was just it.. She was scared. It was all so new, so fresh, especially with Draco. How quickly it had all happened.. One moment she had been fumed with anger and rage, perhaps hatred towards him the next, she couldn't get enough of him, his lips, or the love they shared.
The thought of their mutual feelings sent her heart throbbing quickly, yet this time, not from fear, from a reassurance. She loved him. And he loved her. She had never felt more complete in anyone's arms than she did right now. And with that thought she reached her lips to his, as she patiently waited for him to do with her what he wished, she was his, and only his.
* * *
Draco paused as he felt Ginny squirm underneath him and withdrew his hands from her, noting that she wasn't meeting his eyes... at all. This would be the part of the story where Draco mentally kicks himself over and over again and curses himself inwardly. And in the meantime, he just stared down at her, his angel, with guilt and apology in his eyes.
How could he have been so stupid? He hadn't even damn well asked her if she wanted to... if she ever had even... For God's sake, he hadn't even bothered to think of her at all, save the images that were now constantly flitting through his mind as he remained atop her. Draco was certain she would never forgive him, nor would he be able to forgive himself. He was...
Kissing Ginny.
Her lips suddenly met his, stopping all thought processes going on at that point in time. Her kiss... wasn't scared or frightened. No, it was... willing. He held in a loud sigh of relief and kissed her back passionately and deeply, placing his free hands behind her back as they had been before, fingers fiddling nonchalantly with the clip there. It was rather hard to concentrate when all your focus was upon a kiss, you know.
* * *
Ginny kissed him willingly, her lips spreading for his eager tongue and lifting her back slightly for him to unhook the clasp of her bra. She felt her body slightly tense as his hands allowed the material to come loose, leaving her bare for all eyes to see. She blushed as he dismissively tossed the bra aside, keeping his eye on hers as he allowed his hands to hesitantly explore her. She shuddered under his touch as he gently cupped her breast, his mouth coming down on hers.
"Shh..." He quietly said running his fingers delicately over her womanly curves, a gasp of pleasure erupting from her red lips. She stared up at him with an intense stare, taking in all of him there was to see, her urgent chocolate eyes desperately searching his. Her embarrassed pink cheeks were gradually turning back to their normal flushed shade, getting used to his smooth hands over her body
He caressed the top of her breast with a fingertip, his eyes exploring her face, as if asking a silent permission as he lowered his eyes. He stifled a jaw drop of her beauty as he washed a hand over her stomach, back over the peak of her breast, to rest on her cheek as he kissed her once more.
* * *
Draco 's breath had grown so heavy by now that he wasn't quite sure he was even breathing at all. Then again, there was the fact that he wasn't sure how long he -could- keep breathing. Ginny, beautiful, gorgeous Ginny was beneath him, shirtless and perfectly willing to let him do whatever he wanted to do. How blood lucky could a guy get in a lifetime. She was wanted by half the male school population, whether she realized it or not, and here he was, cold, evil, Slytherin Draco... with her... Oh yes, he was in heaven.
"Ginny... are you sure..." he asked quietly, having pulled away from their kiss, his lips itching to be on hers once again. "Are you sure you want to do this?" One might say his voice was quite pleading, and one would be quite correct, for at this point in time, to turn back would be a sin in his eyes. He'd feel like such a prat, a fool, and wasn't quite sure he could face her again.
A soft 'yes' from Ginny, something that sounded quite nervous at that, was enough for him. He kissed her cheek softly and moved to the button on her skirt, undoing such and gently sliding it down her legs and over her feet. The girl's own hands were hurriedly undoing his belt buckle with such speed it made him smirk slightly. Eventually the belt was undone and his pants, too, were off, leaving them in underwear alone.
"Before I... Ginny erm... Are you... a... virgin, Ginny?"
* * *
Ginny felt wonderful with his loving arms around her body, she shivered as he slipped the warming skirt from her legs, leaving her bare, save the remaining undergarment. She blushed rapidly all over her body as she did the same for him, each near completely nude. She could feel her hands trembling, her breathing raspy and uneven as she'd never done this before, and shared this when him when he asked, with a simple nod and a meek 'yes.'
For a fleeting moment she gazed up into the stars, as earlier they had winked at her, knowing something she was unaware of, and now here they would witness her in the most intimate act she could possibly have with the only person she'd ever wish to have it with. Now they twinkled heavenly in the dark sky, as if they were merely restrained with strings to the cloudless sky, stuck in the inevitable, dark abyss for all eternity. She almost envied them for the stability in the midnight sky, yet pitied -for- the stability, normalness, she craved spontaneity, especially with Draco. And she was about to embrace it.
She gave him a reassuring nod and smile as she caressed a loving finger over his cheekbones, "I love you." She whispered into his ear as she lightly nuzzled his neck, covering his skin with fleeting kisses
* * *
Ginny felt wonderful with his loving arms around her body, she shivered as he slipped the warming skirt from her legs, leaving her bare, save the remaining undergarment. She blushed rapidly all over her body as she did the same for him, each near completely nude. She could feel her hands trembling, her breathing raspy and uneven as she'd never done this before, and shared this when him when he asked, with a simple nod and a meek "Yes."
For a fleeting moment she gazed up into the stars, as earlier they had winked at her, knowing something she was unaware of, and now here they would witness her in the most intimate act she could possibly have with the only person she'd ever wish to have it with. Now they twinkled heavenly in the dark sky, as if they were merely restrained with strings to the cloudless sky, stuck in the inevitable, dark abyss for all eternity. She almost envied them for the stability in the midnight sky, yet pitied -for- the stability, normalness, she craved spontaneity, especially with Draco. And she was about to embrace it.
She gave him a reassuring nod and smile as she caressed a loving finger over his cheekbones, "I love you." She whispered into his ear as she lightly nuzzled his neck, covering his skin with fleeting kisses.
* * *
Draco nodded slowly, unsure of what he was supposed to say to that. She WAS only fifteen, perhaps sixteen if she had an early birthday, which meant there was no reason why it shouldn't be her first time, but dear God how he wished it wasn't. He knew that it... hurt... and he didn't want to be the one to hurt her... Well, he did in a sense... but to make an angel cry seemed like such a sin.
He smiled reassuringly at her, carefully sliding down the last articles of clothing to her ankles, feeling her body shiver beneath him. If only it weren't so chilly... He smirked inwardly, knowing that he wouldn't be cold for long. As he felt his boxers slide down to his ankles, he carefully kicked them off, giving her a kiss of thanks. His lips attacked hers with much more passion than before, desire streaming through. He wanted her. He needed her, and God forbid, he couldn't wait much longer.
After a short while, Draco pulled away from her and met her eyes. "Ginny... I don't want to hurt you..." he said after a gasp of air filled his lungs. "You have to... tell me okay?" His heart began to thump loudly in chest, so loudly he was certain Ginny would be able to hear it as well, know his nervousness.
* * *
Ginny felt his fingers circle around her last remaining garment as he slowly slipped it from her pale frame, his eyes never leaving hers. She returned the favor, sliding his own down her small fingers running along his muscular legs fir a brief moment, before returning to their sanctuary on the small of his back and the nape of his neck.
She eagerly accepted the kiss they exchanged, her heartbeat pumping and throbbing in her chest, she was positive he could feel it underneath his fingers, as his fingertips rested easily across her chest. She hungered for him, and eager for the moment he would take her. She was there for him, and only him.
She glided a fingertip to rest across his bottom lip that her own had previously taken residence on before he had reluctantly pulled away, spearing her with those gray eyes of his, now filled with heat and longing, cause by yours truly. She simply nodded her head as he spoke, thinking for it to be impossible for him to ever hurt her, yet agreed just to please him, before bringing her lips to his one last time.
* * *
He really did hate it when it seemed as though she wasn't actually listening. Yes, she had nodded, but what did such mean? Was she honestly going to? Did she realize the seriousness of what he had said? It was going to hurt... He KNEW it was going to hurt. Didn't she? He paused in his thoughts. Virgin... right... how would she know... Had he not been so focused on the girl beneath him, he easily would've smacked himself for his current stupidity.
He couldn't remember ever being this nervous in his life, particularly for someone other than himself. Hell, he never got nervous unless he was around her, did he? School was no bloody reason to get nervous and he never saw his parents enough to be nervous around them. But now... now with Ginny he wasn't sure if he could keep breathing. She was so beautiful, lying there in the nude perfectly willing to accept whatever he would do. She trusted him... so much that he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing.
"Alright..." he whispered uneasily, before giving her one last kiss. "Remember... tell me..." he added softly. His breath now ragged, he set himself in between her legs and gently entered her, automatically stopping to see if she was okay.
* * *
Ginny bit her lips as she prepared herself while he slowly adjusted to where he was positioned between her. She softly brushed her lips to his as he gave her one last kiss and nodded her head in agreement as he reminded her.
Her body racked with a pain as he initially entered into her, a pain that caught her breath in her chest and caused a lone tear to drift down her cheek, inevitably falling to her hairline. She retreated her hand from the nape of his neck to wipe the tear away as she got used to him. She could tell by the way his body trembled that he was using all self will and discipline he harbored to keep himself under control. The fact bringing a whisper of a smile to her red lips.
She placed the palms of her hands on each of his shoulder blades, feeling his trembling body under her fingertips, much like her own as it experienced its own tremors. She took in a deep breath, thankful there were no more tears as she brushed her lips to his for a fleeting moment before nodding her head for him to continue.
* * *
Draco sighed softly, seeing the tear fall from her eye. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to wipe it away without falling atop her and most likely squishing her. She wasn't exactly the largest thing around, and he.. well.. he was tall and not so small.... "I'm sorry." he whimpered, wondering if he should just stop there and then. Of course, he knew he wouldn't be able to do that. To pause was one thing, but to stop altogether, was impossible.
His body continued to tremble with restraint, eyes carefully searching her for some sign that she was okay, that he could go on... And the nod was all he needed. He gently entered her deeper with a soft moan of pleasure, all self-control that was left within him fleeing at that moment. There was no turning back now. She was his. He was hers.
* * *
She brought her lips to his to silence him as he unnecessarily apologized, she shook her head softly in dismissal of the utterance. "Don't be sorry.." She quietly replied, repeating what he so often told her. She raked a hand lovingly through his strands, as they trembled slightly from his restraint. She could feel his limbs going weaker with pleasure, much like her own. As the initial entrance was complete, and he began to slowly stroke within her, each she met with her own.
She gave up her innocence without regret, in his eyes she saw the need they each spoke of, rekindling a passion unfathomable between each. The intensity grew between them as he continued, gasps of pleasure issuing from her supple lips as she kept her eyes locked on his, unwilling, and even more so not wanting to turn away. She shuddered as bouts of heat echoed throughout her very being, shivers of pleasure and acceptance skimming along her skin as he moaned in the same amount of ecstasy as she.
She became intoxicated in the moment, seeing nothing but him. Nothing else mattered or existed. She slowly wrapped her legs around his trim waist, supporting herself on her forearms as she brought her lips to lightly nibble at his throat, now emitting raspy gasps and moans, dwindling down to his shoulder and collar bone. She only stopped to lean her head back, her red locks falling over her breasts and over her arms as she exposed her neck to him, while they came together, her body shuddering with the torturous yet pleasurable heat, blurring her vision as she moaned loudly in delight. Her breathing became uneven as she was reduced to shaking breaths, her chest dramatically rising and falling under her fallen, loose curls, as she inhaled and exhaled slowly. She brought a gentle hand to caress his flushed cheek, much like her own as she gently kissed him, shifting slightly to where he softly cradled her in his arms. "Wow.." She softly uttered, allowing a faint laugh to flow from her mouth as she lightly kissed his chest.
* * *
Ecstasy... Ecstasy was soon taking over Draco as they moved simultaneously together, moans erupting from her lips only driving him to continue as his own filled the air. He thrust deeper into her, seemingly not aware of anything else that went on around them. Passion had blurred his eyesight, so it seemed, so that he could see nothing else but her, back arched as she moaned his name loudly, cheeks reddening to match the color of her hair. He was doing this to her, and such made him smirk slightly with delight, but only for a short moment before he too could no longer focus on such things.
He shivered as her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing her even closer to him (if such was humanly possible). Her head leaned back as she exposed her neck, leaving him the opportunity to attack the soft flesh with his lips, tongue and teeth.
Soon, he knew it was ending... far too quickly at that. Ginny wouldn't be able to hold on much longer... He sighed softly, taking in what he supposed (with much displeasure) what would be the last of her moans of passion, pressing his body down upon her gently. He would continue until she stopped... continue until she was completely finished. Her muscles relaxed as her hand reached up to his flushed cheeks, and he knew it was over... The only words that seemed to come to her were "Wow."
Wow was enough for the Slytherin as he took her sweaty body in his arms, holding her close to his own. "I love you." he whispered again, not removing himself from her just yet. He was too... comfortable... too.. happy... too... everything. "So much, Ginny Weasley." He ran his fingers through her damp hair and smiled, kissing her softly.
* * *
Ginny molded to his body with her own as he held her in his arms, every crevice and peak of their bodies fitting in perfectly with the others, no inch of their skin was left untouched by the other's. She smiled at him as he spoke, and opened her mouth to reply, for him to only bring his lips softly to hers. She slowly waited for the kiss to end as her body ached to reply, not that she didn't enjoy the gesture, course not. "I love you, Draco Malfoy." She smiled at him, running a hand soothingly over his strands as she gazed up into his gray eyes.
They laid amongst each other's arms for so long, the time was nothing to them as they soothingly ran each other's hands over the others bodies, discovering new spots and places, she smiled as her eyes began to close, leaning her cheek against his chest. Her eyes flew open, however, as she slowly felt Draco moving, stroking inside her once more, a second bout of passion hitting each of them with full force. "Oh, Draco.." She quietly moaned as he thrust deeper into her. She softly bit onto his shoulder to hide the scream of pleasure wanting to erupt from her red lips as he drove himself deeper into her. They were each so caught up in the whirlwind of their thrusts, moans, whispered endearments, and each other, they didn't happen to notice the creeping footsteps, or the steely gaze watching them with detest.
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She was staring at him again. She was ALWAYS staring at him. It was one thing to occasionally glance over and quickly look away as you met each other's gaze, but she didn't look away. No, she just stared... and stared... and stared... as though she had nothing better to do. He couldn't take much more of this! It was ungodly!
Not only was it staring but it was staring at Draco Malfoy. How did he know it was Draco? He knew it was Draco because she got that same damnable look on her face that she always had when Draco was around. When they walked together in the hallway, when they sat together outside, when they were about to snog each other as they always seemed to be doing... He hated it. Oh, how he hated it.
Harry coughed and waved his hand in front of the redhead's face. "Giiiinny... You in there?" he teased playfully, a broad smile forming on his face now that his jaw was healed. (Madame Prompfry had given in after his continuous whining and just healed the darn thing.) "You look like you're dead."
* * *
How could she look dead when she felt so alive? The feelings Draco gave her were almost unbearable, causing her to either brim with happiness or soar with love. She could barely contain herself as the days went on.
And once again, there she was, chin in palm, elbow on table, staring longingly after her Draco, as they stole affectionate glances every so often, each one causing her stomach to lurch more than the last.
"What, I'm sorry, did you say something Harry?" Ginny innocently asked as she reached for the pepper, finally tearing her eyes from that hypnotizing gray pair. She hadn't been able to think clearly since that day in the infirmary. Scratch that. Since that Quidditch match. No, scratch that as well, since that blasted day in the halls, when Potter had so stupidly gotten his jaw broken. Yes. Then.
Anything she saw reminded her of Draco, everything that was said detoured back to him in some way, shape or form. She just couldn't help it. She assumed that was just what love did to you.
* * *
Harry sighed in defeat as she finally came out of her trance-like state, reaching for the pepper. When she did so, she looked as though it pained her to do such! This was unbelievable! Ridiculous! Down right stupid! Draco Malfoy, the Muggle-born hating, Gryffindor-teasing, self-centered, bastard had earned Ginny's undying affection, and he couldn't earn so much as a conversation.
Damn. It. All.
"Yes... actually..." he said, trying to remain calm. "I said that other people do exist in the world besides Malfoy, though you seem to think along those lines." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know why you bother with him, Ginny! He's a bastard, and you know it! How can you think he's changed because of a few snogs?!"
Couldn't she see that's all Draco wanted? He was using her! It wasn't right! It wasn't fair!
"He's just using you! Can't you see that?" His voice was raised, earning the attention of several members of the Gryffindor table. "Everyone else can but you!"
* * *
Ginny narrowed her chocolate eyes briefly at Harry as he ranted and raved before her. He was being such a baby. How could she had ever thought to like him? He was acting like a child that couldn't get his way, therefore, he chose to whine and pout about it. As he had been doing for the past few days since she had left the hospital wing.
"Are you quite done?" She impatiently asked, as she saw out of the corner of her eye, Ron placing a comforting hand on Harry's shoulders, as if to say, 'give it up man..' And rightfully so, she thought to herself, excusing herself from the table as she threw her napkin onto her finished plate.
She had planned to perhaps begin her potions essay for Snape, then practice a few transfiguration spells that McGonagall had given them. She also had hope to perfect that recent charm and.. ah hell, who was she fooling? All she had planned or thought of was Draco and well, Draco.
She smiled in spite of herself as her chocolate eyes danced across the Slytherin table only to land on that beautiful blond. She slowly slid her way through the glares of his fellow Slytherins, not tearing a second glance from his stare until she stood before him. She extended her hand, lightly to caress his chin as she whispered, "Are you ready to go?" Ignoring the penetrating stares she received from his so-called 'friends.'
* * *
"Drakey!" Dear God he hated that voice. He hated the person it belonged to, and he hated everything relating to the person it belonged to. Pansy Parkinson. The mere mention of her name was enough to make him shudder or cringe. "Drakey! Don't ignore me!" Oh, and why not? He was doing just fine, focusing on a certain Weasley across the room, grinning slyly to himself every time their eyes locked.
"What are you staring at?" the fat girl demanded, following his gaze. "It's that WEASLEY girl, isn't it!" she shrieked. Draco simply ignored her more. "How can you love her?! You're supposed to love ME!" Another roll of the eyes was earned.
"For God's sake, Parkinson, leave me alone." The girl's lower lip trembled as she shot a dangerous glare in Ginny's direction.
"You'll be sorry, Drakey." But Draco wasn't listening, for Harry Potter had suddenly began to shout about something, earning a rather angered face from Ginny. He sighed and shook his head. Potter kept trying, really he did. Even though Draco had been so kind as to avoid him as best as he could, he still managed to be a pain in the arse. He didn't understand the term 'sod off' or so it seemed.
Soon, Ginny was walking in his direction, earning a blink of surprise. She was coming over to his table? Didn't they usually just meet at the entrance? Oh, he did hope his table members would be halfway decent, but the odds weren't very high. He gently grabbed her hand as he stood up with a smile. "Yeah. Come on." Aaand... the jaws of many a Slytherin simply dropped to the floor.
"What was all that about with Potter?"
* * *
"Ugh, nothing." she responded, dismissing Harry's whines with a flick of her hand, the other clutched tightly to Draco's as she attempted to avoid the glares of death the Slytherins sent her; their eyes like cold daggers, arched painfully into her back as they exited the Great hall, hand in hand, much to his house's disapproval.
As soon as the heavy doors swung behind them, echoing a heavy thud throughout the deserted corridors, Ginny pinned him against the cold, stone walls with her lips. Her red pair steaming onto his, her mouth meshed to his skin, trailing to his neck, then back again to meet his supple lips. She allowed her hands to roam freely over his chest, arms, and back into his nicely slicked back hair not that it would remain that way if he stayed within Ginny's merciless hands, pent-up with unfurled passion.
She pulled back, gazing into his gray gaze, her own chocolate brown gems glistening with a fiery glaze. Her lips twitched to feel his once more.. You see, our poor Ginny had been suffering a dreadful malady. It appeared that any distance between the two's lips was excruciating for our dear redhead, except for that sweet moment after the release of passion, that was okay.. But nothing too great.
She smiled innocently at him before bringing her lips to meet his, meeting him with a more soft, gentle kiss than before.
* * *
Draco let out a rather loud gasp of surprise as he was shoved against the wall. Merlin, Miss Innocent Weasley certainly knew what she wanted, didn't she? Honestly, people continually talked about how he was 'using her', but if anything, she'd be using him, the way she frequently attacked him with bouts of passion which, mind you, he most certainly didn't mind.
"Hello to you too." He said with a laugh, before being overcome with Ginny. His arms wrapped around her back, pushing her closer to him as they kissed, continuing to do so as her lips fell to his neck, earning a soft moan. The tips of his fingers managed to worm their way up to the nape of her neck, twirling about in the strands of fiery hair. He nearly let out a whimper as she pulled away from him, leaving his hair tousled as it was and his eyes showing his craving for more.
Thankfully, she didn't stray long and her lips connected with his once again, much gentler, to his slight displeasure. No, no... she'd started this. She'd have to finish it. With a sly grin he pulled away from her, securely grasping her by the waist and turning around so that it was she against the wall.
"Much better." And the lovely snogging continued.
* * *
Mmm... nothing sweeter then the taste of his lips, she had to admit. She also couldn't resist the smile that erupted across her passion-swollen lips as he allowed a soft moan to escape from his tempting lips. Oh yes. She was good.
She would have let out a small yelp when he smashed her body against the stony walls, turning the tables on her, if he hadn't silenced her with his own lips. He forcefully applied pressure to her tender pair, yet she retaliated with as much passion her frail build could muster, lavishing her petite fingertips to any extremity. From his chest, to his abdomen, up to his shoulders, down his forearms, yet unmistakably, always ended up raking through his strands every time. She could feel the rush she provided for him underneath the tingling touch of her fingers as they scampered across his soft skin, her own blushing from head to foot as their tongues battled amongst each other in the fit of passion.
She pulled back, a satisfied smile across her face as she teased him, "And what would you do if your adoring Pansy happened to show up now?" She asked, affectionately kissing his hairline, only to peer behind as she did so. Well, speak of the devil.. As the fat wench appeared from the previous corridor a non-too-happy scowl placed upon her plump cheeks.
* * *
Draco glanced out of the corner of his eye, catching the scowl of a certain Miss Parkinson. The classic Malfoy smirk took over his facial features once again. Let's see, if Pansy was to show up just then as she so politely had, what would he do? Well there were a few things he'd currently like to do, though he had a feeling Ginny might kill him if he even attempted such stunts.
"Oh... I don't know." He drawled, staring down at her. "Perhaps... This..."
He kissed Ginny playfully on the cheek. "And... perhaps... this..." He grinned and gave her a soft kiss, much to Pansy's horror. "Oh... and we can't forget this..." With surprising grace he swooped Ginny up into his arms so that one rested under her knees and the other supported her back. "Because we most certainly will need some privacy."
That said, he walked right past Pansy, Ginny in his arms.
* * *
Ginny partly blushed as he kissed her on the cheek in front of Pansy, then when he continued with a soft one to the lips, she was sure she'd never been a deeper scarlet, and yet he continued to pick her up as if she were a bride and trample her out there right under Pansy's bitter nose, surprisingly, much to Ginny's enjoyment.
She casually wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her down the deep corridor, as if it were the most natural and everyday thing she'd ever done, attracting a few awkward and curious, perhaps baffled, stares by innocent passersby and straggling students, no doubt tongues would be wagging in mere moments, but she wasn't too worried about that right now.
"So where are we off to?" She queried, her chocolate eyes twinkling momentarily in a gaze of mischief and curiosity as she stared up at him adoringly. Her brows furrowed in certain surprise and wonder as he led her out the back, corridor halls, out into a vast field, she was sure she'd never been to before, as she turned to look at him, giving him another curious glance.
* * *
Ah yes, that felt positively lovely. And it felt even better when he heard the aggravated growl of Pansy, followed by a series of loud thumps. Obviously she was heading back down to the dungeons. Good for her. She knew when she wasn't wanted, though she did teeter over the edge rather... constantly. In fact, he was rather surprised that she'd given up so easily. It wasn't very like her, really.
He smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and rolled his eyes at the stares they received. No doubt word would be flown straight to Ron in about ten seconds. It really wouldn't take long. It was times like these that he was happy as hell that Ron had seen them together earlier. It made life... better... so much better...
"You'll see." He told her, a glint in his eye as he continued on, marveling at the light weight of Ginny Weasley. Was she anorexic or what? This girl surely hadn't eaten in weeks with how light she was... He made a mental note to watch what she ate carefully. Starving angels were certainly no good. "I used to come out here a lot... to think and... stuff." He grinned and gently set her down on the grass, conjuring a nice blanket for them to sit upon, then picked her up again, dragging the blanket behind until he reached his final destination.
Setting her down so that she couldn't see the wonderful view behind her, Draco laid out the blanket and took a gander himself. The lake looked beautiful, reflecting the light from the sun, now setting. Yes, dinner had ended and soon the day would as well. "Now... you might not like it as much as I'd hope, but pretend you do, okay?"
* * *
She sighed in disappointment as he prolonged the agony in telling her where this adventure's destination lied. She simply gingerly swung her legs to and fro as she leaned her cheek against his chest, able to feel his heartbeat, and yet she was positive she'd never heard a more beautiful sound. She could smell his scent as it wafted through the breezes. Such a heavenly scent it was, too.
Before she noticed, he was settling her on the grass, yet he hardly allowed her to catch her balance before she was in his arms once more, her back to the 'surprise' he had for her. She raised a brow as his voice trailed off, mentioning what all he did up here, unsure if she exactly wanted to know.
She rolled her eyes as he told her not to think too big of it as she turned her head to gaze out at the landscape. She lost her breath somewhere in between the turn and the setting sun. Her chocolate eyes took in everything the brimming nature had to offer. The gentle wave of the charming branches as soft breezes blew by; the beautiful colors of the sunset, merging to make one, yet distinct for each to be an individual; it was all so breathtaking and fresh, like Draco.
She turned to him, a small smile on her face, yet her eyes spoke for her as she remained silent. She slowly entwined her own small fingers within his long, slender ones as she softly uttered, "It's beautiful." not tearing her eyes from his own.
* * *
Oh, who was good? He was good. He was damn good.
He watched her expressions change from mild annoyance to shock, from shock to awe, from awe to the current loving expression that now stared him back in the eye. Ginny liked it. She honest to God actually LIKED it. This was wonderful, positively brilliant. Man, he should take up a career in this field... the... romantic occurrence field. Yeah. That'd work.
"Nowhere near as beautiful as you." He replied, his voice softer than its usual tone as his hand gently grazed along her cheeks, now slightly flushed from the chill (or he assumed such). Her cheeks, as always, were soft as satin, something that only made him crave to touch her more, want to be with her more. Want... after a while... had turned to need, and though he'd yet to say such to Ginny, he wasn't sure what he'd do without the fiery red head. It was amazing, what being with someone could to do a person.
Everyone wanted them apart, but it seemed to only shove them together more and more until they were so close they could hardly breathe. Close... like when they had been in that corridor when Harry appeared. Close... like when Ron walked in on them sleeping in the hospital bed. Close... like they'd been just a short while ago in the hallway... And yet... one might say he wanted to be closer...
* * *
Her cheeks blushed as he complimented her. One of the first ones he'd ever given. Sure, he'd told her she was amazing before after a bout of passion, but.. This was different. He had said she was.. Beautiful.
Those miniscule words were enough to keep her alive for ages, if they could just ring in her mind over and over, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to deflate the smile protruding across her lips. The one that had never ceased to disappear since that fateful day. Her face glowed, and her eyes lit up constantly, her love was deeply apparent. And yet, she couldn't help but notice the same for him, although he had never confessed such feelings. The way his eyes caught a twinkling every time he snatched her brown gaze; every breath he took around her appeared to shake continuously; his cheeks reddened more around her than anyone else; and he often got that wishful look about his lips... all only for her. Perhaps it was love.. She had to hold on to her glimmer of hope she clutched so tightly within her grasp.
"Oh, Draco.." She whispered, barely audible as her voice quivered. She slowly brought her trembling lips to his, their hands still entwined.
* * *
Draco smiled at her. He loved it when she blushed; the way her cheeks reddened and a grin took over her face, and the way she tended to look down at her shoes in embarrassment. Girls were always so modest, really they were.
Her lips were trembling, from what he honestly didn't know, but shaking nonetheless. Was he making her nervous? He hadn't meant to! He hadn't even made any advances on her! Of course, that may have been part of the reason. Maybe she wasn't used to him being... nice. Jesus, that sounded so bloody wrong. He managed not to frown as he kissed her, however. Surely she was just nervous... Yes... just nervous...
"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... to do whatever I did... You're shaking so much, Ginny..."
* * *
She smiled hesitantly as he showed such deep caring for her. She hadn't truly noticed she was trembling until he had mentioned it. She brushed a strand of her red locks from her chocolate gaze, tucking it behind an ear as she shrugged her shoulders.
"I just.. Love you so much." She whispered faintly, her eyes fixated on a small ant within the grass. Which couldn't be far from the reason for her quivering limbs and lips. Her love and affection for him was so overwhelming sometimes she felt as if she might scream. And the fact that he never returned the words was enough to make any girl's emotions go haywire. She had conned herself into believing she'd never need to hear that lovely l-word, those mystical four letters. Yet, she had been horribly wrong.
Ah, well. She thought solemnly with a sigh, at least he did care for her. Just the little things he did.. Like brush her hair from her cheek when it got in the way; the way he entwined his fingers with hers, even when everyone was looking, or no one at all; and the fact he had brought her up here, his place, to share with her. She had to smile despite her feelings as she grazed her thumb lovingly across his lips.
* * *
Draco sighed softly. Didn't she know what that did to him? Every single time she said those three words in the same sentence, something in his chest sank to what felt like his toes, and yet, there was an even larger part of him that seemed to flutter with pure delight.
One might check in the dictionary under the word love and find something such as
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
But what did that mean to him? Nothing. Deep tender feelings of affection, he'd felt those toward Ginny for ages, but love? Love wasn't just... it wasn't so simple! Intense desire and attraction toward a person? That was lust! Lust! Lust he had plenty of. He wanted LOVE.
Love... What was love? Love was when you wanted to be with someone, needed to be with someone to the point that you could hardly stand to be apart. Love was feeling such great passion with one person... that... that... your knees went weak at the mere sight of them. Love, love was when everything in your life revolved around one person, and one person alone... them.
"Ginny..." A grin took over his face as he picked her up once more, only to sit down so that she was comfortably in his lap. "Watch the sky..." The boy's wand lifted and with a soft murmur into Ginny's ear, a flash of gold sparks appeared, and then disappeared so soon as they had come. "Wait..." he explained with a small grin, wrapping his arms about her stomach.
Suddenly, a series of bright lights illuminated the sky. "Took a bit longer than planned." He whispered with a soft laugh, watching the lights slowly form to figures. The first unmistakably became a girl with long, flowing hair and a broad smile; the second, a boy with short hair a weak smile. Soon, however, the girl moved toward him and their lips met, arms wrapped about each other.
"Ginny... I know this a bit late... but..." He kissed her cheek gently from behind. "I... I love you."
* * *
She hesitantly lifted her gaze to meet his as he whispered her name, suddenly feeling his hands around her waist as he brought her to him, setting her gently in his lap. She leaned back against him, feeling his beating heart thump in his chest against her back, sending a soothing throb throughout her body. She slowly allowed her hands to settle on his arms that surrounded her petite waist, softly dragging her fingertips up and down his skin.
She turned to look at him as he told her to 'watch the sky..' She gave him a curious glance before slowly obeying, her chocolate eyes wavering about curiously as she watched out for anything peculiar. She turned rapidly as she spotted something gold out of the corner of her eye, yet was too late to catch it. She got a disappointed frown across her face before he mentioned for her to keep watching. Her eyes quickly darted across the night sky, several mystifying lights brightening the darkness. Her brown gaze rapidly followed the illuminated specks as they formed into two separate shapes, causing her to immediately recognize the figures, a small smile approaching her red lips. She watched as they met together, meshing into one, kissing each other with nearly as much affection as her and Draco harbored.
She felt a chill rush down her spine as he whispered into her ear, yet a soft, gentle one, a chill that warmed her instead of leaving her icy. She swore her heartbeat stopped as he uttered those three small words yet however there size feeble, they filled her to the highest extremity with sheer bliss. As soon as she felt her heart skip a beat, it quickly continued its repetitive thump, only ten times faster as she turned to stare at him in somewhat disbelief and shock, her hand gently grazing the spot his lips had so softly made contact with her pale skin.
She let out a soft sigh as her eyes searched his intensely, not spotting any sign of doubt, she tightly embraced him, as if it were the last time, but did so, knowing there would be many more to come and this was just the beginning. For many things.
* * *
She was just sitting there... staring at him... It was almost as if she was searching for something, perhaps for a reason not to believe him or some proof that he was just saying such to make her happy. Yes, he was saying it to make her happy in a sense, but it wasn't a lie... not as she apparently thought it would be.
Was it that hard to believe that he loved someone? That he cared for Ginny so deeply that he felt he could never part with her? True, he was Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince. True, he'd been her archrival and had planned on being such forever. True, he'd never held anyone in his arms until she came along. True... true... maybe he wasn't meant to love anyone in everyone else's eyes but his own... But he did. He did, and he could proclaim it to the entire world if need be, so long as Ginny would believe him.
Could she?
Suddenly, her arms wrapped about him, and he was pulled into a hug, earning a soft sigh of relief from the bleached-blonde boy. He rested his chin gently upon her shoulder, holding her closer to him (if possible by the way Ginny was clinging to him so).
She could.
* * *
Ginny slowly let her eyes droop as their chins rested on each other's shoulders, leaning her head against his. She felt his arms and hands so strongly around her small build, as if she was just a child being cradled. She caressed his locks lovingly with the tips of her fingers, slowly raking her hands down to the nape of his neck.
She became entranced with the gentle hum of the wind around them, the darkness surrounding them, yet all she felt was light. She watched behind Draco as the tall blades of grass swayed in the moonlight, random wildflowers popping up sporadically; the stars overhead winked down at her, as if they knew something she did not. She smiled to herself, taking in the vast beauty of the environment as she pulled away from the embrace to take in the most beautiful of it all.
She stared into Draco's mesmerizing gaze, allowing her back to fall into his hands, her own limbs becoming like jelly as his warmth radiated throughout her own. She gave him a small simper as a gust blew by, knocking a few of his blond strands from its strict do', allowing her another excuse to touch him as she tucked it from his gray eyes. "So, what else do you have planned?" She teased curiously, her chocolate eyes flaming with mischief.
* * *
He grinned roguishly in return. If she honestly thought he had planned more than this... she was out of her ever-loving mind. Of course, there was the fact that every guy had something planned in the back of his head yet didn't dare let it out into the open, for such thoughts earned a lovely handprint along the side of one's face.
"Ohh..." he replied, the same smile upon his face. This smile, as any female with sense could obviously tell, clearly read 'I'm being perverted. Avoid asking further unless you wish for full detail.' He was perfectly willing to explain such. Ooor.... He could so such. He was much more willing to show. You know, give a slight demonstration.
Demonstrations were always rather fun.
Draco grinned, realizing he could easily do what he wanted with Ginny whilst she was still in his arms and lay her down upon the blanket, her red hair sprawling about around her face. He placed an arm on either side of her so that he was hovering above her face, a mischievous look about him. "Since you asked..." he told her quietly, a seductive air about him as he began to kiss along her neck once again. "I suppose I should reply..."
Little Children must STOP! :D
* * *
Ginny raised a brow slightly as he slowly lowered her back onto the soft blanket, her arms brushing against the material as a few blades of grass poked through, gliding over her skin. She smiled up at him seductively before he lowered his mouth to her neck, she could feel his hot breath penetrating her skin, sending a rough sensation, radiating warmth through her flushed face.
A soft moan escaped her sweet and eager lips as his tongue lashed out against her pale skin, reverberating his touch across her body. She could feel herself quiver slightly as she attempted to restrain her passion for him yet horribly failed as she brought his lips to hers, ravaging and meshing the pairs together, hungrily taking what she craved for, as she brought him closer to her, arching her own back and digging her fingertips into the small of his.
She slowly lowered her lips to his jaw line, sending soft, fleeting kisses throughout his skin, before making it to the top of his collar bone. She traced her tongue lightly across his neck, then lightly blew on that same spot, sending a fiery chill throughout his senses. She pulled back, giving him a soft smile before returning her lips to his.
* * *
It was one thing to kiss him, hug him, even snog him, but to arch her back so that she pressed against him, and to lick his neck and blow on it so that he shivered with pure delight. Such a great passion was running through his body that it was most difficult for HIM not to begin to tremble as Ginny had been.
The poor boy could only harness so much control and currently it was wearing quite thin. His breathing was heavy, and the moans echoing from Ginny were driving him insane. How long... how long could he last like this without ripping her clothing from her in a state of frenzy. His own finger tips were dancing along the hem of her shirt, having already sneakily shoved her robes aside.
"Ginny..." he moaned. "You can't do this to me."
* * *
Ginny's body experienced soft tremors as his fingers played with the edge of her shirt, as he had already so suavely discarded her robe. When had he done that? A sneaky smile spread across her face as his eyes burned for her, much like her own.
"Can't do what, love?" She innocently asked, dragging her fingertips along the collar of his own shirt, his robe unbuttoned as it was. "You started it. You can finish it." She informed him of as she brought her lips to his once more, this time a bit more softer, gentler, yet whoever thought it would remain so for long, was horribly mistaken.
She wretched her fingers through the pesky buttons on his own shirt, ripping a few off in the mean time as she allowed her fingers to glide slowly over his toned muscles. Her fingertips skipping and tingling along as she made a trail of heat over his flesh. She retreated with her lips slowly, her red lips swollen from his own, her red locks slightly ruffled, and her cheeks flushed as she winked at him, before bringing her lips hesitantly up to his once more.
* * *
Draco's eyes widened considerably. She was... actually... going... to let him do it... His breath grew increasingly heavy, now more from nervousness than anything else. He prayed to every single religious item known to man as he felt her fingers struggling with his shirt. Hopefully at least one of them was listening. The popping of buttons made him laugh slightly. Ginny was not being patient... not at all. He couldn't be more pleased.
"You broke my shirt, Ginny." He teased with a smile, knowing he'd never see his darling buttons again.
Draco carefully loosened her tie with fumbling fingers, sighing softly in frustration. His hands slid gently under her shirt, before he lifted it over her head, exposing a great deal more flesh than he was ever used to seeing. "You're beautiful." He whispered once again as he took to work attacking her neck and shoulders once again, nibbling here and there before reaching his chosen spot, biting and sucking until a lovely hicky formed. His hands seemed to not care where they went, running up and down along her arms, sending chills up and down his spine.
"I love you..."
* * *
Ginny giggled a bit as he jokingly complained about his shirt, "You can have mine, Malfoy." She teased, as she watched his eyes, feeling his hands tremble as he scrambled with her tie and her own shirt. Her cheeks flushed in modesty and embarrassment as she desperately wanted to cover herself up until he praised her with beauty, making a smile break onto her lips removing any doubts she had previously held.
She gasped in pleasure, her eyes beginning to close as he found his lips to her neck, gently kissing, licking, suckling, several moans and raspy gasps fell from her lips, yet she was unable to hear them on the wicked breeze, so doubted he had as well. She tilted her head giving him better access to her skin as she ran her hands through his blond hair, she could feel his mouth meshing with her skin at that intense point between her neck and shoulder. She brushed her hands over his broad shoulders, pushing the remaining of his shirt aside, leaving him bareback, a wonderful adventure for her caressing and eager fingertips as they dragged along his skin.
She let out a trembling sigh as he confessed his love for her, she bit her lip, attempting to have a stable voice for her reply, yet no success. "I love you, too." She whispered back into his ear, her voice wafting gracefully through the breeze.
* * *
As she pushed his shirt down his arms, Draco lifted one at a time and literally shook the article of clothing off, smirking slightly at the irony of the current situation. All of his bloody life he'd been so sure that he'd never be with anyone. That wasn't to say he didn't think he'd have sex. Sex was completely different that caring for someone in such a way that you... you... made love. Sex and lovemaking were two different things in the blonde boy's eyes. Yet, here he was, mauling the girl one would least expect with hoards of kisses, Ginny Weasley.
"You're wearing more clothes than I am." He whispered back with another smirk. "I don't think that's fair, Miss Weasley." His fingers danced along her sides, tips gliding back and forth across the pale, smooth skin there, not often touched by daylight as it was constantly hidden under school robes. It was at that point in time he realized that he still had his shoes on and with much effort, used only his feet to yank them off, sending them flying into the grass. His socks soon followed.
"I could certainly help to even us out if you'd like." After saying such, Draco sucked in a deep breath. Was this her first time? Was he being too rough, scaring the crap out of her? Coming off as a pervert? Damn it. He really should've though these things out beforehand...
* * *
Ginny could feel her cheeks turning a soft pink as he ran his smooth fingers suavely over her stomach and sides, leaving a heated trail in his path as he moved onto the next victim of skin. Her heartbeat halted as he commented about her clothing.. She -was- wearing more clothes than him, but what was the rush? Her modesty began to prevail over her passion for him, slowly but surely as she squirmed lightly under his scrutinizing eyes and wandering fingertips.
She avoided his eye contact as she felt his slender fingers loitering about her bra strap for a bit too long for comfort. She could feel his body tremble above her own build suffering from her own tremors, as his want for her was exceedingly apparent. And it wasn't that she -didn't- want him.. Oh no. She did. So much it almost terrified her.
That was just it.. She was scared. It was all so new, so fresh, especially with Draco. How quickly it had all happened.. One moment she had been fumed with anger and rage, perhaps hatred towards him the next, she couldn't get enough of him, his lips, or the love they shared.
The thought of their mutual feelings sent her heart throbbing quickly, yet this time, not from fear, from a reassurance. She loved him. And he loved her. She had never felt more complete in anyone's arms than she did right now. And with that thought she reached her lips to his, as she patiently waited for him to do with her what he wished, she was his, and only his.
* * *
Draco paused as he felt Ginny squirm underneath him and withdrew his hands from her, noting that she wasn't meeting his eyes... at all. This would be the part of the story where Draco mentally kicks himself over and over again and curses himself inwardly. And in the meantime, he just stared down at her, his angel, with guilt and apology in his eyes.
How could he have been so stupid? He hadn't even damn well asked her if she wanted to... if she ever had even... For God's sake, he hadn't even bothered to think of her at all, save the images that were now constantly flitting through his mind as he remained atop her. Draco was certain she would never forgive him, nor would he be able to forgive himself. He was...
Kissing Ginny.
Her lips suddenly met his, stopping all thought processes going on at that point in time. Her kiss... wasn't scared or frightened. No, it was... willing. He held in a loud sigh of relief and kissed her back passionately and deeply, placing his free hands behind her back as they had been before, fingers fiddling nonchalantly with the clip there. It was rather hard to concentrate when all your focus was upon a kiss, you know.
* * *
Ginny kissed him willingly, her lips spreading for his eager tongue and lifting her back slightly for him to unhook the clasp of her bra. She felt her body slightly tense as his hands allowed the material to come loose, leaving her bare for all eyes to see. She blushed as he dismissively tossed the bra aside, keeping his eye on hers as he allowed his hands to hesitantly explore her. She shuddered under his touch as he gently cupped her breast, his mouth coming down on hers.
"Shh..." He quietly said running his fingers delicately over her womanly curves, a gasp of pleasure erupting from her red lips. She stared up at him with an intense stare, taking in all of him there was to see, her urgent chocolate eyes desperately searching his. Her embarrassed pink cheeks were gradually turning back to their normal flushed shade, getting used to his smooth hands over her body
He caressed the top of her breast with a fingertip, his eyes exploring her face, as if asking a silent permission as he lowered his eyes. He stifled a jaw drop of her beauty as he washed a hand over her stomach, back over the peak of her breast, to rest on her cheek as he kissed her once more.
* * *
Draco 's breath had grown so heavy by now that he wasn't quite sure he was even breathing at all. Then again, there was the fact that he wasn't sure how long he -could- keep breathing. Ginny, beautiful, gorgeous Ginny was beneath him, shirtless and perfectly willing to let him do whatever he wanted to do. How blood lucky could a guy get in a lifetime. She was wanted by half the male school population, whether she realized it or not, and here he was, cold, evil, Slytherin Draco... with her... Oh yes, he was in heaven.
"Ginny... are you sure..." he asked quietly, having pulled away from their kiss, his lips itching to be on hers once again. "Are you sure you want to do this?" One might say his voice was quite pleading, and one would be quite correct, for at this point in time, to turn back would be a sin in his eyes. He'd feel like such a prat, a fool, and wasn't quite sure he could face her again.
A soft 'yes' from Ginny, something that sounded quite nervous at that, was enough for him. He kissed her cheek softly and moved to the button on her skirt, undoing such and gently sliding it down her legs and over her feet. The girl's own hands were hurriedly undoing his belt buckle with such speed it made him smirk slightly. Eventually the belt was undone and his pants, too, were off, leaving them in underwear alone.
"Before I... Ginny erm... Are you... a... virgin, Ginny?"
* * *
Ginny felt wonderful with his loving arms around her body, she shivered as he slipped the warming skirt from her legs, leaving her bare, save the remaining undergarment. She blushed rapidly all over her body as she did the same for him, each near completely nude. She could feel her hands trembling, her breathing raspy and uneven as she'd never done this before, and shared this when him when he asked, with a simple nod and a meek 'yes.'
For a fleeting moment she gazed up into the stars, as earlier they had winked at her, knowing something she was unaware of, and now here they would witness her in the most intimate act she could possibly have with the only person she'd ever wish to have it with. Now they twinkled heavenly in the dark sky, as if they were merely restrained with strings to the cloudless sky, stuck in the inevitable, dark abyss for all eternity. She almost envied them for the stability in the midnight sky, yet pitied -for- the stability, normalness, she craved spontaneity, especially with Draco. And she was about to embrace it.
She gave him a reassuring nod and smile as she caressed a loving finger over his cheekbones, "I love you." She whispered into his ear as she lightly nuzzled his neck, covering his skin with fleeting kisses
* * *
Ginny felt wonderful with his loving arms around her body, she shivered as he slipped the warming skirt from her legs, leaving her bare, save the remaining undergarment. She blushed rapidly all over her body as she did the same for him, each near completely nude. She could feel her hands trembling, her breathing raspy and uneven as she'd never done this before, and shared this when him when he asked, with a simple nod and a meek "Yes."
For a fleeting moment she gazed up into the stars, as earlier they had winked at her, knowing something she was unaware of, and now here they would witness her in the most intimate act she could possibly have with the only person she'd ever wish to have it with. Now they twinkled heavenly in the dark sky, as if they were merely restrained with strings to the cloudless sky, stuck in the inevitable, dark abyss for all eternity. She almost envied them for the stability in the midnight sky, yet pitied -for- the stability, normalness, she craved spontaneity, especially with Draco. And she was about to embrace it.
She gave him a reassuring nod and smile as she caressed a loving finger over his cheekbones, "I love you." She whispered into his ear as she lightly nuzzled his neck, covering his skin with fleeting kisses.
* * *
Draco nodded slowly, unsure of what he was supposed to say to that. She WAS only fifteen, perhaps sixteen if she had an early birthday, which meant there was no reason why it shouldn't be her first time, but dear God how he wished it wasn't. He knew that it... hurt... and he didn't want to be the one to hurt her... Well, he did in a sense... but to make an angel cry seemed like such a sin.
He smiled reassuringly at her, carefully sliding down the last articles of clothing to her ankles, feeling her body shiver beneath him. If only it weren't so chilly... He smirked inwardly, knowing that he wouldn't be cold for long. As he felt his boxers slide down to his ankles, he carefully kicked them off, giving her a kiss of thanks. His lips attacked hers with much more passion than before, desire streaming through. He wanted her. He needed her, and God forbid, he couldn't wait much longer.
After a short while, Draco pulled away from her and met her eyes. "Ginny... I don't want to hurt you..." he said after a gasp of air filled his lungs. "You have to... tell me okay?" His heart began to thump loudly in chest, so loudly he was certain Ginny would be able to hear it as well, know his nervousness.
* * *
Ginny felt his fingers circle around her last remaining garment as he slowly slipped it from her pale frame, his eyes never leaving hers. She returned the favor, sliding his own down her small fingers running along his muscular legs fir a brief moment, before returning to their sanctuary on the small of his back and the nape of his neck.
She eagerly accepted the kiss they exchanged, her heartbeat pumping and throbbing in her chest, she was positive he could feel it underneath his fingers, as his fingertips rested easily across her chest. She hungered for him, and eager for the moment he would take her. She was there for him, and only him.
She glided a fingertip to rest across his bottom lip that her own had previously taken residence on before he had reluctantly pulled away, spearing her with those gray eyes of his, now filled with heat and longing, cause by yours truly. She simply nodded her head as he spoke, thinking for it to be impossible for him to ever hurt her, yet agreed just to please him, before bringing her lips to his one last time.
* * *
He really did hate it when it seemed as though she wasn't actually listening. Yes, she had nodded, but what did such mean? Was she honestly going to? Did she realize the seriousness of what he had said? It was going to hurt... He KNEW it was going to hurt. Didn't she? He paused in his thoughts. Virgin... right... how would she know... Had he not been so focused on the girl beneath him, he easily would've smacked himself for his current stupidity.
He couldn't remember ever being this nervous in his life, particularly for someone other than himself. Hell, he never got nervous unless he was around her, did he? School was no bloody reason to get nervous and he never saw his parents enough to be nervous around them. But now... now with Ginny he wasn't sure if he could keep breathing. She was so beautiful, lying there in the nude perfectly willing to accept whatever he would do. She trusted him... so much that he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing.
"Alright..." he whispered uneasily, before giving her one last kiss. "Remember... tell me..." he added softly. His breath now ragged, he set himself in between her legs and gently entered her, automatically stopping to see if she was okay.
* * *
Ginny bit her lips as she prepared herself while he slowly adjusted to where he was positioned between her. She softly brushed her lips to his as he gave her one last kiss and nodded her head in agreement as he reminded her.
Her body racked with a pain as he initially entered into her, a pain that caught her breath in her chest and caused a lone tear to drift down her cheek, inevitably falling to her hairline. She retreated her hand from the nape of his neck to wipe the tear away as she got used to him. She could tell by the way his body trembled that he was using all self will and discipline he harbored to keep himself under control. The fact bringing a whisper of a smile to her red lips.
She placed the palms of her hands on each of his shoulder blades, feeling his trembling body under her fingertips, much like her own as it experienced its own tremors. She took in a deep breath, thankful there were no more tears as she brushed her lips to his for a fleeting moment before nodding her head for him to continue.
* * *
Draco sighed softly, seeing the tear fall from her eye. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to wipe it away without falling atop her and most likely squishing her. She wasn't exactly the largest thing around, and he.. well.. he was tall and not so small.... "I'm sorry." he whimpered, wondering if he should just stop there and then. Of course, he knew he wouldn't be able to do that. To pause was one thing, but to stop altogether, was impossible.
His body continued to tremble with restraint, eyes carefully searching her for some sign that she was okay, that he could go on... And the nod was all he needed. He gently entered her deeper with a soft moan of pleasure, all self-control that was left within him fleeing at that moment. There was no turning back now. She was his. He was hers.
* * *
She brought her lips to his to silence him as he unnecessarily apologized, she shook her head softly in dismissal of the utterance. "Don't be sorry.." She quietly replied, repeating what he so often told her. She raked a hand lovingly through his strands, as they trembled slightly from his restraint. She could feel his limbs going weaker with pleasure, much like her own. As the initial entrance was complete, and he began to slowly stroke within her, each she met with her own.
She gave up her innocence without regret, in his eyes she saw the need they each spoke of, rekindling a passion unfathomable between each. The intensity grew between them as he continued, gasps of pleasure issuing from her supple lips as she kept her eyes locked on his, unwilling, and even more so not wanting to turn away. She shuddered as bouts of heat echoed throughout her very being, shivers of pleasure and acceptance skimming along her skin as he moaned in the same amount of ecstasy as she.
She became intoxicated in the moment, seeing nothing but him. Nothing else mattered or existed. She slowly wrapped her legs around his trim waist, supporting herself on her forearms as she brought her lips to lightly nibble at his throat, now emitting raspy gasps and moans, dwindling down to his shoulder and collar bone. She only stopped to lean her head back, her red locks falling over her breasts and over her arms as she exposed her neck to him, while they came together, her body shuddering with the torturous yet pleasurable heat, blurring her vision as she moaned loudly in delight. Her breathing became uneven as she was reduced to shaking breaths, her chest dramatically rising and falling under her fallen, loose curls, as she inhaled and exhaled slowly. She brought a gentle hand to caress his flushed cheek, much like her own as she gently kissed him, shifting slightly to where he softly cradled her in his arms. "Wow.." She softly uttered, allowing a faint laugh to flow from her mouth as she lightly kissed his chest.
* * *
Ecstasy... Ecstasy was soon taking over Draco as they moved simultaneously together, moans erupting from her lips only driving him to continue as his own filled the air. He thrust deeper into her, seemingly not aware of anything else that went on around them. Passion had blurred his eyesight, so it seemed, so that he could see nothing else but her, back arched as she moaned his name loudly, cheeks reddening to match the color of her hair. He was doing this to her, and such made him smirk slightly with delight, but only for a short moment before he too could no longer focus on such things.
He shivered as her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing her even closer to him (if such was humanly possible). Her head leaned back as she exposed her neck, leaving him the opportunity to attack the soft flesh with his lips, tongue and teeth.
Soon, he knew it was ending... far too quickly at that. Ginny wouldn't be able to hold on much longer... He sighed softly, taking in what he supposed (with much displeasure) what would be the last of her moans of passion, pressing his body down upon her gently. He would continue until she stopped... continue until she was completely finished. Her muscles relaxed as her hand reached up to his flushed cheeks, and he knew it was over... The only words that seemed to come to her were "Wow."
Wow was enough for the Slytherin as he took her sweaty body in his arms, holding her close to his own. "I love you." he whispered again, not removing himself from her just yet. He was too... comfortable... too.. happy... too... everything. "So much, Ginny Weasley." He ran his fingers through her damp hair and smiled, kissing her softly.
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Ginny molded to his body with her own as he held her in his arms, every crevice and peak of their bodies fitting in perfectly with the others, no inch of their skin was left untouched by the other's. She smiled at him as he spoke, and opened her mouth to reply, for him to only bring his lips softly to hers. She slowly waited for the kiss to end as her body ached to reply, not that she didn't enjoy the gesture, course not. "I love you, Draco Malfoy." She smiled at him, running a hand soothingly over his strands as she gazed up into his gray eyes.
They laid amongst each other's arms for so long, the time was nothing to them as they soothingly ran each other's hands over the others bodies, discovering new spots and places, she smiled as her eyes began to close, leaning her cheek against his chest. Her eyes flew open, however, as she slowly felt Draco moving, stroking inside her once more, a second bout of passion hitting each of them with full force. "Oh, Draco.." She quietly moaned as he thrust deeper into her. She softly bit onto his shoulder to hide the scream of pleasure wanting to erupt from her red lips as he drove himself deeper into her. They were each so caught up in the whirlwind of their thrusts, moans, whispered endearments, and each other, they didn't happen to notice the creeping footsteps, or the steely gaze watching them with detest.