OK, here goes Crescent's first ever attempt at lemon! It turned out a little less fluffy than I thought it was going to be, but still not bad. Down with crazy-monkey lemons! Up with sweet and fluffy! It got fluffy at the end.
This may be considered NC-17, but I'm only putting it as R. If this kind of stuff bothers you, skip this chapter and go on to the next one. If you are going to read it, don't flame me. However, if you think it should be rated higher, let me know.
Part VII Burning With the Coals
Madness, Draco thought incoherently as Ginny's nimble—if shaky—fingers worked their way down the front of his shirt, working the buttons free and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Insanity. His head spun as she ran her hands lightly up his bare chest and around his neck. His own fingers tangled in her beautiful flame-coloured hair, and he pulled her closer to him, probing her mouth with an insatiable tongue. Lunacy.
He knew it was crazy, stupid, impossible even. Part of his mind thought it was all a dream, and he kept expecting to wake up suddenly, with a house-elf standing over him. Master Draco, Master Draco! I is bringing you your tea! Mistress Malfoy says to Dobby that it is time for Master Draco to get up! But at the same time, it felt so very real. And, God, the feel of her hands on his chest, her mouth under his—he didn't think he would have been able to just think that up out of speculation.
Finally impatient with such irrelevant thoughts, he put it out of his mind. Without his noticing, Draco's hands had worked their way under Ginny's shirt and were now softly gliding over her back, tracing the lines of her shoulder blades and ribs. Now he let his fingers catch on the hem of the garment, and slowly peeled it away from her damp skin. Ginny broke away from him to let the shirt pass, lifting her arms as he pulled it over her head.
He tossed the shirt carelessly to the ground, running his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, kissing her again. His mouth drew a path from her mouth to where his hand had been. He kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck, then turned his attention to the hollow at the base of her throat. Ginny pressed her face against his hair and clung to him, drawing and releasing shuddering breaths that stirred his hair and danced over his ears and neck, making him shiver. Her hands skated over his shoulders and back, then up his chest.
Ginny pulled Draco back up to her mouth again, and he ran his tongue over the lines of her teeth, sitting down and then falling to lie on his side, pulling Ginny down beside him. She rested her head on his outstretched arm, winding the her own arm his neck and moaning against his mouth as his other hand found its way under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her legs. He traced a path back up her ankle and calf, over her knee and past her thigh, coming to rest on her hip.
His breath caught when Ginny threw one leg over his hip and squirmed in his grip. Her hands were fumbling with the fly of his jeans, and he pulled away and buried his face in her soft hair as she finally got them undone and pushed them down. Once they got past his knees, Draco kicked them away, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her onto his chest. He found the clasp of her bra, pulling it apart and sliding the delicate garment off her shoulders. She pulled him to her, and a moan escaped his lips as their skin burned together. His hands roamed her back and sides as she laid kisses over his scarred shoulders and chest.
"Oh, God, Ginny," he choked out, the first words either of them had managed. She brushed her lips over a long gash that ran over his collarbone, making him gasp, then retraced the path with her tongue. He whispered her name almost silently, sliding his fingers under the edges of her panties and pushing them off her. She was kissing back up his neck, now, and he caught her face between his hands and pulled her mouth to his, rolling them back to their sides.
Ginny wrapped her leg around his again, gasping against Draco's lips when she felt his arousal against her hip. He pulled her even closer, his other hand grazing her collarbone and slowly trailing lower. He carefully traced the smooth curve of her breast with his fingertips. Her arm tightened on his back, and she pressed against him, her tongue heatedly seeking his as he touched her.
"Draco," Ginny rasped when he drew away from her mouth to lay a trail of hot kisses down the side of her neck to her shoulder. The sound of her quiet, passion-drunk voice teased his ears, and he moaned against her skin when he felt her hand drift around from his back to his stomach, her nails cutting paths of fire over his side. Draco kissed her again, and then used his tongue to draw a line from her mouth to her sternum.
Ginny started to say something, but all that escaped her lips was a ragged moan. Draco's hands ran all over her back and sides, his mouth worshipping her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. He could feel her fingers dancing all over his body, touching anything and everything that was in reach. Inhaling sharply when he noticed her hands at his boxers, Draco stretched up and kissed Ginny's mouth again as she shoved the undergarments off him. This time it was she who pulled away and returned her attention to his chest, finding and tracing each and every single scar he possessed with her tongue, an action that made his already short breath even more difficult to maintain.
Ginny's hands were at his stomach again, and then lower, working down to brush gentle fingers against his manhood. He groaned and his hips jerked forward. She touched him carefully, curiously, her mouth working at his shoulder, now. Draco shakily wrapped one arm around her neck, his hand brushing down the side of her face, while his other hand braced itself against the ground, and he pushed himself over and rolled on top of her.
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, and she pulled him down to her, kissing him. He balanced himself carefully on his elbows, breaking away from her mouth to press his lips all over her face and throat. Her hands stroked paths of fire on everything she could touch, and Draco let his fingers toy with her hair. Each time either of them moved, the friction of their bodies brought him ever closer to losing his control—or what was left of it. He shifted over her, and his erection scraped over her leg, making them both jump.
Draco pulled away from her, shifting his weight onto one arm and reaching with the other to push Ginny's hair off her wet forehead. His breath came in rough gasps, and he somehow managed to make his vocal cords work.
"You're sure about this?" he whispered huskily to Ginny, his hand resting at her hairline.
She gazed back up at him with eyes that were slightly unfocused. "I'm sure," she said quietly. "Terrified, but sure."
He bit his lip. She was so innocent, so pure, that he instantly felt as though he was vandalizing her, somehow. Her hand on his face brought him back to the moment at hand, and Ginny's voice whispering, "Draco, please," reached his ears.
My head will roll for this, he thought ruefully. But he found he didn't care anymore. Ginny was running her hands over him again, squirming, trying to get closer to him. Draco sighed and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, moving to settle his hips over hers. Very, very slowly, he sank into her, holding back as much as possible, to let Ginny get used to the feeling.
She let out a gasp of pain and he froze, but she shook her head against his neck and wrapped her arm around the small of his back, pushing him the rest of the way. Draco pressed his face to her hair—God, her beautiful hair—and, with a groan he felt more than he heard, he was completely inside her.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. He could feel Ginny's breath against his shoulder, short and sharp, and he somehow managed to raise himself up and look at her face. "Are you OK?" he asked her hoarsely. She nodded, biting her lip, and he leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth, then more forcefully, beginning to move within her.
Ginny moaned against his lips, snaking her arms around his neck and tilting her hips. Draco pulled away from her mouth and buried his face in her hair, watching dazedly as an array of fireworks exploded in his vision. He thrust into her feverishly, his breath dampening her already wet hair, and she clung to his back, hands slipping from the sweat, her fingernails leaving tiny imprints on his back. She was whispering his name hoarsely, moaning it, and he kissed her neck, whispering, "Ginny… Oh, Gods, Gin—"
He could feel himself nearing his climax, and the sound of Ginny's breaths getting fasted and shorter told him that she was close as well. He snaked his arms around her, pulling her up against him, and thrust one last time before exploding into her.
Ginny gave a hoarse scream as he collapsed heavily into her arms, and became completely still in his grasp, then going limp, whispering his name weakly. Draco noticed this distractedly, but was more absorbed with the knowledge that this state was quite possibly the polar opposite of any curse he had ever been under. He didn't think that such ecstasy was possible. I'm dead, he thought crazily. And this is heaven at its best…
Slowly, reluctantly, Draco let his mind swim back to reality. Ginny was softly running her fingers through his hair. He kissed a path up her shoulder and her neck, finally gently pressing his lips to hers. When he pulled away, he saw that there were tears in her eyes, and he brushed them reverently away with a finger, biting his lip.
"I'm sorry, Gin," he whispered.
Ginny touched his face, stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs. "No," she said quietly. "I love you, Draco."
He allowed a shaky smile, close to tears himself. "I love you, too," he told her, kissing her lips before settling his head on her chest and closing his eyes. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." She shifted under him, getting comfortable, and stroked his hair. Very faintly, Draco could feel Ginny's heart beating against his cheek and he reached up and let his hand rest on her neck. Drained as he was, he knew that he had never before in his life felt more alive than he did then. Finally, he let him consciousness slip from his grasp, and drifted to sleep.
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Not too bad, eh? Isn't Draco a sweetie? Who'da thought he had it in him? Well anyway, review, if you please, so I can gain the confidence needed to write chapter 8. WARNING: Part VIII will be sweet and fluffy and will likely give you a toothache (Isn't that the best kind?)