Ok.. I do admit.. it's done MAINLY for humor... BUT.. I promise...there IS a point to all of this! All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I don't even pretend to own them. Warnings? No sex.. but some adult humor and situations.
Stuck On You - Chapter Four
By Caliko
"Damn Ron!" Ginny slammed the door behind us, shaking the paintings on the wall as I placed our dinner on the table. "He's so.. so...SO!" She kicked a chair, unable to come up with a good enough insult.
"Boring? Buffoonish? Blue?" I snickered, warming up. "Crabby? Dorky? Evil? Fuc....." I ducked, barely missing her slap as it passed over my head. "I was only trying to help."
"Don't." She spat, taking the slice of bacon I held out to her. Ravenously, she dug her teeth into the crisp pork, glaring at the closed door.
"Well, he was blue." I reminded her, snorting as I remembered how heavy Weasley and Granger were petting each other. "In more ways than one, probably." ::::Ah, the joys of sexual frustration.::: I silently laughed, understanding totally the sheer anger that Ron was feeling. :::Too bad...:::
Her lips quirked upward, and, unable to prevent the picture from forming in her head, gasped, "His hair was more of a purple color."
:::She doesn't get it!::: I glanced over at her, sipping my tea. "Ginny, have you ever heard the expression 'blue balls'?"
I sighed at her blank look, then shook my head. :::She really IS an innocent!::: "Never mind. You're too young."
"Tell me!" Ginny demanded, interested.
I finished my breakfast, then met her eyes. "No."
Which, of course, only made her mad. "I'm only a year younger than you, Draco! C'mon! What does it mean?"
"It's a guy thing." I acknowledged. "You don't see me asking you about that time of the month, do you?"
She blushed, and I cheered, thinking that I had won. Instead, she got up and sat on the table, facing me.
"Malfoy, we're together for a month. Which means, that in two weeks, give or take, you'll know more about a girl's period than you want to know."
I could feel the blood leave my face, my memory twisting at all of the urban legends of crazed PMS driven females.
"I see you get the picture." She smiled a good imitation of MY trademarked evil grin. "Now, if you don't want to see just how bad I can get, you will explain what the term 'blue-balls' means!"
I groaned, beaten by a Weasley. My father would never let me live it down. Then, I decided if I had to tell her, I was going to enjoy it, sort of. She found herself straddling my lap, with my palms locked around the back of her head.
I seized her lips, once again enjoying the taste of her. The mint of her toothpaste, the smoky bacon from breakfast, and the light, teasing taste of her strawberry flavored milk. Then, I worked past that, moving my lips over hers, stroking the inside of her mouth with my tounge until she was crawling closer to me.
Her hands locked over my shoulders, bracing herself for more, when I pulled away, groaning.
I pulled her down closer, watching her eyes as she felt me between her legs.
"Do you feel that?" I asked, nibbling on her chin.
She nodded, closing her eyes as I bucked just a bit closer.
"Do you know what that is?" I whispered, leaning my head back into my chair.
Again, she nodded, unconsciously moving hard against me.
"It hurts, Gin. I want you, and I can't have you, and it hurts. That's what I meant about Ron."
"Oh..." She sighed, as understanding dawned.
Experimentally, she wiggled again, smiling as I became harder beneath her thighs. I groaned, knowing that I was going to regret this, then moaned louder when she giggled.
:::The little minx learns quickly.:::
Ginny, drunk on new found power, found my lips again, kissing me while I didn't have the will to pull away. I tightened my hold on her hips, brushing my hands beneath her thighs as she settled herself a bit firmer over my manhood.
Our breathing became erratic and labored as the heat built up within our bodies. Desperate to gain control of myself, I pulled away from her kiss, watching the frustration built up in her chocolate eyes.
She moaned, rubbing against my hips, near tears with unquenched arousal. Tenderly, I cupped her chin, laying small kisses over her face.
"Shhh..." I whispered, rubbing her back as she collapsed against me. "It's alright."
I was seriously considering just taking her, unable to think farther than sinking myself into her soft heat. About to stand up, determined to have what I now thought of as mine, I cursed, realizing that I couldn't just drag her to bed. Regardless of how fast she learned, she was still an innocent. Her first time shouldn't be rushed.
Instead, I dragged the air between my teeth, forcing myself to breath in slowly. Soon, I could feel her relax against my chest. Tilting her head up, I kissed the tip of her nose, then gave her a self-depreciating grin. "Blue balls suck." I said, smiling wider as she started to giggle.
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Later that day, after our assignments were done and while everyone else was in class, Ginny and I escaped outside for a walk. Sometime that day, while we were busy with our thoughts and our class work, a strange, embarrassed silence settled between us. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. I should have just explained what I meant.. I didn't have to show her.
I glanced next to me, tracing the smooth curve of her cheek with my eyes. I knew that it felt like silk, and my hand itched to run my finger over the sprinkle of freckles that decorated her nose.
She turned her head, catching my stare. Discomforted, she blushed, then looked away, staring into the lake.
"This is ridicules! Are we supposed to pretend that it didn't happen?" Ginny continued to stare into the water, unable to meet my eyes.
:::::::::I should just let it go. The thing was, I didn't want to. Sometime, in the last two days, she seized to be a Weasley, stopped being the sister of my enemy. She was just... Ginny.
I enjoyed kissing her this morning. Last night, I laughed with her, running with my arms around her slim waist. More to the point, I had more fun laughing with her, than laughing at her brother and Granger. That had to mean something.
Forget our families.. forget that my father will probably kill me. For once, I want my own happiness! I refuse to worry over my family image and false pride!:::::::::::
"Ginny, this is stupid." I stopped, forcing her to face me. "We're acting like this is a bad thing."
"Draco, if you didn't stop when you did, we would have had sex!" Ginny screeched, looking at me as if I had lost my mind. "And you say that's not a bad thing? Our families HATE each other!"
"Do you hate me?" She looked away again, and I hooked my finger under her chin. Determinedly, gently, I pulled her face back to mine. "Do you hate me, Ginny?" I asked, almost holding my breath.
Her eyes softened, "I should, after you've spent all of these years torturing Ron." Her lips quirked crookedly.
Almost daring to believe, I asked her again. "Do you hate me, Ginny?"
"I don't know. I'm supposed to, yet... you're not as evil as I was taught to believe."
"You like me." I couldn't quite suppress the smug little grin from my face, or the little laugh from my voice.
"I wouldn't go that far. Your sexy as hell, but you knew that, didn't you?" She smiled, leaning over to oggle my butt. I nodded, acknowledging that I've never had complaints. "Hmm.. I thought so. You've definatly had practice kissing."
"So, you don't know if you like me, but you want me."
"That's about the size of it."
"Well, what do you want to do about it?" I pressed, hating having things up in the air.
"Nothing, yet. I figure, we have twenty nine and a half days to work out the details. I'll let you know the day after we're free."
"No more weird silences?"
"Only if we're about to torture Ron some more."
We looked at each other, then laughed, still unable to get the picture of Ron imitating a blueberry out of our heads.
"We'll do that a lot, won't we?"
"I have to keep you out of trouble somehow, Malfoy. I might as well have fun doing it!"
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~~Interlude~~
Ron scrubbed at his hands some more, desperate to see it's normal paleness peek out of the blue tint. Instead, it seemed to get darker, if that's possible. It was almost as if it were spelled to stay on!
"There has to be a way to get it off!" He howled, cursing. "Damn Ginny! Damn Malfoy! They had to have done this!"
:::Yet, why?::: It came to him then, and he ground his teeth, knowing that it was obvious.
"Derek. The little brat is still upset over that loser!"
:::Malfoy probably fell all over himself to help her!::: He spit into the sink, a vile taste in his mouth. :::Oh God.. what if they discover that they LIKE each other?:::
"I have to get Derek back for her!" He shouted, panicking.
Quickly, he dried his hands, then ran downstairs and into the common room. Not stopping, he flung open the door, ignoring the screams of the Fat Lady as her picture slammed into the wall.
Then, as if Voldemort himself were chasing him, he ran until he reached the Ravenclaw dorms.
Knocking loudly, he fidgeted, unable to stand still until someone opened the door.
"I need to speak to Derek Parker!" He told the first year that answered. "Tell him it's Ron Weasley, and it's important!"
~~~End Interlude~~~
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"Where did this come from?" Ginny wondered out loud as we came in. On the table stood a single yellow rose, with her name scrawled on a card underneath.
Reaching for the paper, she turned it over, her brows creeping together as she read it.
"What does it say?" I asked, a bad feeling in my stomach.
"It's from Derek.. asking me out."
We both looked at the rose at the same time, then at the note. Scowling, I turned away, not wanting to see if it was welcome. "Are you going to accept?"
"No." I turned back, surprised. "He let my brother intimidate him! Screw Derek! I'm glad to get rid of him."
"So you tortured Ron for no reason?"
"I tortured Ron to teach him a lesson. Obviously, he hasn't learned it."
"Ahhh...." I suddenly understood. "Ron's been talking to Derek?"
"Hmm... probably to keep me occupied with Derek, so I wouldn't get too comfy with you."
"Sooo... What are you going to do?"
"Let Ron catch us making out."
I closed my eyes, unable to follow her thoughts. "Gin, that's just going to make things worse."
"Hmmm... but it would definatly give Ron a heart attack."
"Forget it, Girl. Think of something else."
"Spoil-sport."
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TBC
