A/N: Alright, I'll try to put more detail, but its hard cuz I like my
chapters short.
Chapter Four: Revenge Tastes Sweet
Draco Malfoy was getting something from the Potions Lab when he heard a creak. He chose to ignore it. It was probably Snape trying to get his fake wig. Gathered his binder and books, his wand forgotten on the table. He heard more creaks, but he ignored them too until a pair of arms reached out and pulled him into a small broom closet, and he heard a small click, indicating that it had been locked.
"Oh, I am sorry, did I get us locked in?" said a voice he was so familiar with that Draco felt helpless. "Ginny! What're are you playing at!" Draco yelled. "Honestly, all I wanted was to kiss you, and then the broom closet locked." Ginny lied innocently. She had this innocent face that even Draco Malfoy, sex god would believe. Draco studied her through narrowed eyes and said, "You sure about that?"
Ginny nodded. It was dimly lighted in the tiny broom closet, and it was so small that Ginny and Draco were hunched together. "Well guess we have to wait until someone comes to find us." said Draco. Ginny's face looked disappointed. Draco smiled to himself. He had been through this countless times. Nobody could seduce him,maybe make him a little hot, but never seduce him. His satisfaction was hard to get, and anyone who had noticed it was probably blind.
Ginny bit her lip. This wasn't what she planned at all. She had planned to give him utter sexual torture, and all they were doing was sitting there. Ginny moved foward just slightly so Draco wouldn't notice, but it made all the difference. Ginny's breasts were now up against one of his elbows, and though Ginny was filled with the tingles that went down her spine and need for some naughtiness, she controlled herself as she felt Draco stiffen. It was working then!
What was the Weasley doing? Wiggiling her breasts right against him like that. Draco had to admit, he felt himself getting a little hard just being next to her. No! Don't fall into her trap! She'll think your weakless! She'll ditch you. You aren't stupid, don't go for it said Draco, but the small little redhead was hard to resist especially now that her breath was grazing down his neck, and the beautiful pecks of her lips were so close to his cheek he could almost feel himself explode with sexual need.
Thats it, Ginny, your making him hard.. Ginny thought to herself as she moved a little more foward so she was on Draco's lap, breathing against his neck, drowning in his sweet soft musky scent and one breast playing with his arm and elbow. "Stop Weasley!" mumbled Draco, so distant that it sounded almost like a pleasured moan.
What're you doing? Your moaning! Stop, Draco! You can't fall into her trap! This is just what she wants! thought Draco.
Ginny kissed Draco softly on the cheek before pulling his shirt off so fast that some of the buttons broke. The shirt went somewhere in the darkness as Ginny turned herself around, her legs wrapped tightly around Draco's waist and her lips eating away his chin and nose. "Stop.." Draco groaned.
"Alright, whatever you say." said Ginny, and stopped straddiling him. Even though she felt the urge to jump him, she got off, as if nothing ever happend. Draco looked at her with mere surprise.
Damn that Weasley fucked you up! Draco thought to himself. "No!" he found himself screaming. Before Ginny could gasp or yell, he jumped on her completely and she hit her head slightly before Draco pulled off her tank top eagerly. Ginny was struggiling with all her might, but finally, as Draco lay on top of her, she let him to whatever he wanted. His hands wandered around her full breasts, and tickled her flat stomach. It went down to her belly button and then lower and lower until his fingers were playfully inside her. Ginny moaned with delight and torture and he took his fingers out, breathing against her. They lay there together, breathing hard, when they heard footsteps.
"Oh no!" muttered Ginny. This time, Ginny wished it was Myrtle. But as the footsteps went near, they struggled to put their clothes on, and the last thought Ginny had before someone opened the broom closet door was that she had still not lost her virginity. But that was last on her mind as she heard a familiar voice and someone opened the door. "Ron!"
Chapter Four: Revenge Tastes Sweet
Draco Malfoy was getting something from the Potions Lab when he heard a creak. He chose to ignore it. It was probably Snape trying to get his fake wig. Gathered his binder and books, his wand forgotten on the table. He heard more creaks, but he ignored them too until a pair of arms reached out and pulled him into a small broom closet, and he heard a small click, indicating that it had been locked.
"Oh, I am sorry, did I get us locked in?" said a voice he was so familiar with that Draco felt helpless. "Ginny! What're are you playing at!" Draco yelled. "Honestly, all I wanted was to kiss you, and then the broom closet locked." Ginny lied innocently. She had this innocent face that even Draco Malfoy, sex god would believe. Draco studied her through narrowed eyes and said, "You sure about that?"
Ginny nodded. It was dimly lighted in the tiny broom closet, and it was so small that Ginny and Draco were hunched together. "Well guess we have to wait until someone comes to find us." said Draco. Ginny's face looked disappointed. Draco smiled to himself. He had been through this countless times. Nobody could seduce him,maybe make him a little hot, but never seduce him. His satisfaction was hard to get, and anyone who had noticed it was probably blind.
Ginny bit her lip. This wasn't what she planned at all. She had planned to give him utter sexual torture, and all they were doing was sitting there. Ginny moved foward just slightly so Draco wouldn't notice, but it made all the difference. Ginny's breasts were now up against one of his elbows, and though Ginny was filled with the tingles that went down her spine and need for some naughtiness, she controlled herself as she felt Draco stiffen. It was working then!
What was the Weasley doing? Wiggiling her breasts right against him like that. Draco had to admit, he felt himself getting a little hard just being next to her. No! Don't fall into her trap! She'll think your weakless! She'll ditch you. You aren't stupid, don't go for it said Draco, but the small little redhead was hard to resist especially now that her breath was grazing down his neck, and the beautiful pecks of her lips were so close to his cheek he could almost feel himself explode with sexual need.
Thats it, Ginny, your making him hard.. Ginny thought to herself as she moved a little more foward so she was on Draco's lap, breathing against his neck, drowning in his sweet soft musky scent and one breast playing with his arm and elbow. "Stop Weasley!" mumbled Draco, so distant that it sounded almost like a pleasured moan.
What're you doing? Your moaning! Stop, Draco! You can't fall into her trap! This is just what she wants! thought Draco.
Ginny kissed Draco softly on the cheek before pulling his shirt off so fast that some of the buttons broke. The shirt went somewhere in the darkness as Ginny turned herself around, her legs wrapped tightly around Draco's waist and her lips eating away his chin and nose. "Stop.." Draco groaned.
"Alright, whatever you say." said Ginny, and stopped straddiling him. Even though she felt the urge to jump him, she got off, as if nothing ever happend. Draco looked at her with mere surprise.
Damn that Weasley fucked you up! Draco thought to himself. "No!" he found himself screaming. Before Ginny could gasp or yell, he jumped on her completely and she hit her head slightly before Draco pulled off her tank top eagerly. Ginny was struggiling with all her might, but finally, as Draco lay on top of her, she let him to whatever he wanted. His hands wandered around her full breasts, and tickled her flat stomach. It went down to her belly button and then lower and lower until his fingers were playfully inside her. Ginny moaned with delight and torture and he took his fingers out, breathing against her. They lay there together, breathing hard, when they heard footsteps.
"Oh no!" muttered Ginny. This time, Ginny wished it was Myrtle. But as the footsteps went near, they struggled to put their clothes on, and the last thought Ginny had before someone opened the broom closet door was that she had still not lost her virginity. But that was last on her mind as she heard a familiar voice and someone opened the door. "Ron!"