Disclaimer is in the Prologue. Please note that the miscapitalizations in my chapter titles are intentional.
How to Play With the Bad Boys
The castle was cold that Hogsmeade weekend, and Ginny felt the desire to join the others on their excursion to the little village, but she had a lesson. Now, mind you, this was no ordinary lesson, but a lesson in seduction. She had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak without asking, but she saw no reason for him to need it and hence no reason she should be caught.
If truth be told, she was nervous, very nervous. She was to have lessons from a boy- no, man- who was very experience and had doubtlessly been seduced hundreds of times and there she was, simple Ginny, who could barely keep the blush out of her cheeks whenever The Boy Who Lived was in the same room. She arrived outside the Slytherin Common Room to see Draco, elegant as ever, leaning against the wall patiently. She slipped her hand into his to let him know she was there and he said the password and entered, with her following. Once in the bedchamber, she pulled off the cloak as Draco sat down on his bed.
"So, Mr.Malfoy, how shall we begin."
"Come here, Virginia." He placed his hand on the bed next to him and she obeyed.
"You see, Virginia, seduction is a well practiced art." He gazed deeply into her eyes and she didn't notice when he placed his hand on her knee. "Husbands and wives do it every day in the privacy of their own homes. Or perhaps they do it to each other's husbands and wives." He began to make circles with his fingertips. "Teenagers do it at parties, from across rooms, looking at each other." His hand was moving higher and she became aware of a stirring in her stomach that she had never felt before. "Or maybe they see each other during class times, and feel an attraction that they wish to explore." She was aware of his hot breath on her neck and she tilted her head back a little and closed her eyes. "Or maybe they've known each other all their lives…" His hand was at the hem of her skirt now and the stirring was a fierce, intense burning that settled between her legs. "…and they don't know how to cope with such things that come during adolescence. Or maybe they are as we are now." His lips brushed her neck an instant. "Maybe they are alone in a dorm room. You want me now Ginny, I can tell you do." His finger brushed against her panties, which he found were moist and he smiled against her neck as he drew his hand away a little and sucked on her neck. A moan, delicious to his ears, came out of her mouth and caught in her throat as she tried to suppress it. She pulled away. "That's what I'm going to teach you to do."
Weekly lessons improved her skills. He was proud of his pupil, who turned him on countless times. There was no way that Potter could resist his little temptress. It was hard for even Draco to resist her. He taught her how to brush her quill against her neck just so that it would make him think of sucking on it again. He taught her how to suck on the nip of her quill, or of a sugar quill and wrap her lips around it so that it would make him think of her wrapping her lips around something else. He taught her how to sit in a chair and cross her legs to expose her thigh as much as she could and make him think of the moist panties under the skirt. He taught her how to run her fingers over a book, tracing perhaps the letters or corners that would make him think or her fingers tracing his muscles or jaw line. He taught her how to give a back massage that made him want her to massage something else.
"You've learnt well."
"Really?"
"Yes. I don't think Harry will be able to resist you, especially if I barely can."
She hugged him in ecstasy and felt him hug back when the shock had worn off.
"Draco. I…I want to be ready for Harry in every way possible," she said after a moment.
"Mmm." She could feel the sound vibrating in his chest.
"I want…to know how to touch him." He didn't respond and she continued. "So if you could teach me how to touch him, by touching you…" He looked down at her.
"Are you sure?" She nodded.
"You know by what condition I would…do this."
"Yes, I know." Her eyes caught his as if he had consented and continued to look into them until their lips met and the passion ensued.
Content…that's what he felt as the sweat dried. Completely content. He snuggled a little under the sheet and closer to the warm body beside him and closed his eyes. Happy sleep was closing in quickly curing him of sleepiness. So tired and so happy.
"Draco?"
"Yeah," he murmured. He felt her reaching for his hand and prying it open.
"I should give you this back." He could feel the cold necklace she pressed in his palm.
"No," he said, opening his eyes and propping himself up on his pillow, "It was a gift for you and I want you to keep it." He returned it to her hand and closed her fingers around it, placing his hand on top of hers. He kissed her lips gently and then nestled his head in the crook of her neck and fell asleep with her other hand stroking his hair. When he awoke, she was gone and he could smell her scent in his bedding.
