( Just a tiny taste of smut here - nothing too big, all the clothes stay on. I just had to do somethin' to fill the space, y'know? )
He was looking at her with something akin to surprise in his cool eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, sinking down to sit next to her on the bed. He moved one hand to brush tendrils of bright hair away from her features. She wanted to trust him.
"Y-your father is Lucius Malfoy. Do .. did he ever tell you what was in th .." she swallowed back a fresh bout of tears, "What was in the Chamber of Secrets?"
"The Dark Lord," Draco nodded, "And you .. "
His eyes widened with realization. Everyone knew she had been down there, and of course his father had ranted for hours on end about Potter after they'd lost Dobby, although house elves were replaceable, but he'd caught a phrase or two about Voldemort lurking in that Chamber under the guise of youth.
"What did he tell you, Virginia?" He forced a bit of steel back into his voice, but when Ginny looked at his eyes she saw something entirely different.
"The only way for .. I'm a Parselmouth, Draco," she choked out, "If that isn't the mark of a Slytherin, what is?"
Draco gazed at her for a moment before shaking his head.
"Rubbish. So's Potter and he's as Gryffy as they get, isn't he?"
"It's not him, though, the failed curse transferred some of You-Know-Who's powers to him .. me, this is .. "
".. why the Dark Lord was so attracted to you in the first place," Draco finished, "He knew the stigma of your gift - and it is a gift, Virginia - added to your young age would make you an easy target."
She looked up at him, eyes earnest and trusting. She'd had a rough few days and they both knew it.
"You're as Gryff as Godric, Virginia, you've just got a wild streak in you," he smirked lightly at the thought, "One I suspect even I haven't fully explored."
She seemed to be regaining her good spirits now, rolling her eyes at him and merely commenting, "I'm not sure I want to know what you mean by that, Draco."
"Do you ever?"
She looked at him seriously and shook her head slightly, "No. No, I'm afraid I don't know anything about you."
He pulled her small body closer to his. She willingly slid onto his lap and he tightened his grip around her waist.
"What do you want to know?" He murmured into her ear. His hands, brushing across her lower torso and occasionally daring upwards, were dominating - but still innately curious. Despite how he looked, she thought, still a boy.
"Why are you so closed-off?" She wriggled lightly in his lap, eliciting a groan he tried unsuccessfully to bite back. Little tease, he thought wryly. He was glad she couldn't see the look in his eyes - it might've scared her off.
"Don't move like that or I'll go crazy," he commanded, and then thought back to her question, "My father's absolutely crazed. I think he was alright at one point, but in my family certain things just get drilled into your head your whole life. I'm just of the opinion it's best to keep people closed off from you."
She smiled slightly to herself at his order, "But what about your mother?"
"She's okay, I guess - she treats me well, if very seldom anyone else."
Ginny leaned against him lightly and he shut his eyes. She was moving again and knew it. "It sounds very lonely," she whispered.
"It was. But I'll be out of there soon."
He gazed at her a moment.
"Virginia," he said abruptly, "We're pretending that I'm playing with you to the public, right?"
She blinked and nodded affirmation.
"In private it doesn't have to be playing."
Her breath caught in her throat as she twined her fingertips through his, unsure as to how to respond. After a seemingly endess silence, she spoke up.
"Okay."
A smile lit his face, quickly hidden as he leaned forward to kiss her roughly, his larger hands moving to grasp her frail wrists. She seemed stunned, but quickly responded with fervor. He spun her round so her legs were on either side of him and she was almost straddling him, her fingertips trailing across the nape of his neck and under his shirt and all over, his own venturing to brush the softness of her face and just beneath the pale green blouse she wore. Possessively, he bit at the side of her neck, flicking a full-lipped blessing just over the jugular. She arched against him and murmured, clearly trying not to make too much noise. He smirked, slightly, before claiming her lips yet again.
She pressed her hips against his and he bit back a growl, her lips breathing a repressed a whimper. She was right up against him and sliding up and down, slowly, pulling back to watch the hungry expression in his eyes before he pulled her down for another savage, bruising kiss.
Things probably would have progressed a lot further, but unfortunately, that was exactly when Alex cleared her throat.
He was looking at her with something akin to surprise in his cool eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, sinking down to sit next to her on the bed. He moved one hand to brush tendrils of bright hair away from her features. She wanted to trust him.
"Y-your father is Lucius Malfoy. Do .. did he ever tell you what was in th .." she swallowed back a fresh bout of tears, "What was in the Chamber of Secrets?"
"The Dark Lord," Draco nodded, "And you .. "
His eyes widened with realization. Everyone knew she had been down there, and of course his father had ranted for hours on end about Potter after they'd lost Dobby, although house elves were replaceable, but he'd caught a phrase or two about Voldemort lurking in that Chamber under the guise of youth.
"What did he tell you, Virginia?" He forced a bit of steel back into his voice, but when Ginny looked at his eyes she saw something entirely different.
"The only way for .. I'm a Parselmouth, Draco," she choked out, "If that isn't the mark of a Slytherin, what is?"
Draco gazed at her for a moment before shaking his head.
"Rubbish. So's Potter and he's as Gryffy as they get, isn't he?"
"It's not him, though, the failed curse transferred some of You-Know-Who's powers to him .. me, this is .. "
".. why the Dark Lord was so attracted to you in the first place," Draco finished, "He knew the stigma of your gift - and it is a gift, Virginia - added to your young age would make you an easy target."
She looked up at him, eyes earnest and trusting. She'd had a rough few days and they both knew it.
"You're as Gryff as Godric, Virginia, you've just got a wild streak in you," he smirked lightly at the thought, "One I suspect even I haven't fully explored."
She seemed to be regaining her good spirits now, rolling her eyes at him and merely commenting, "I'm not sure I want to know what you mean by that, Draco."
"Do you ever?"
She looked at him seriously and shook her head slightly, "No. No, I'm afraid I don't know anything about you."
He pulled her small body closer to his. She willingly slid onto his lap and he tightened his grip around her waist.
"What do you want to know?" He murmured into her ear. His hands, brushing across her lower torso and occasionally daring upwards, were dominating - but still innately curious. Despite how he looked, she thought, still a boy.
"Why are you so closed-off?" She wriggled lightly in his lap, eliciting a groan he tried unsuccessfully to bite back. Little tease, he thought wryly. He was glad she couldn't see the look in his eyes - it might've scared her off.
"Don't move like that or I'll go crazy," he commanded, and then thought back to her question, "My father's absolutely crazed. I think he was alright at one point, but in my family certain things just get drilled into your head your whole life. I'm just of the opinion it's best to keep people closed off from you."
She smiled slightly to herself at his order, "But what about your mother?"
"She's okay, I guess - she treats me well, if very seldom anyone else."
Ginny leaned against him lightly and he shut his eyes. She was moving again and knew it. "It sounds very lonely," she whispered.
"It was. But I'll be out of there soon."
He gazed at her a moment.
"Virginia," he said abruptly, "We're pretending that I'm playing with you to the public, right?"
She blinked and nodded affirmation.
"In private it doesn't have to be playing."
Her breath caught in her throat as she twined her fingertips through his, unsure as to how to respond. After a seemingly endess silence, she spoke up.
"Okay."
A smile lit his face, quickly hidden as he leaned forward to kiss her roughly, his larger hands moving to grasp her frail wrists. She seemed stunned, but quickly responded with fervor. He spun her round so her legs were on either side of him and she was almost straddling him, her fingertips trailing across the nape of his neck and under his shirt and all over, his own venturing to brush the softness of her face and just beneath the pale green blouse she wore. Possessively, he bit at the side of her neck, flicking a full-lipped blessing just over the jugular. She arched against him and murmured, clearly trying not to make too much noise. He smirked, slightly, before claiming her lips yet again.
She pressed her hips against his and he bit back a growl, her lips breathing a repressed a whimper. She was right up against him and sliding up and down, slowly, pulling back to watch the hungry expression in his eyes before he pulled her down for another savage, bruising kiss.
Things probably would have progressed a lot further, but unfortunately, that was exactly when Alex cleared her throat.