"Think About Me"
Ginny ran her hands through her hair, torso bumping along that of Draco's. Her laughter rang aloud, along with the loudly blasting music pumping like blood against their temples, and through their ears. The scent of cigarette smoke, musk, and perspiration ran through their nostrils.
Draco looked down at the rambunctious girl before him. "Enjoying yourself?" he called over the beating waves of music; part of his voice drifted away by the air beats from the bass speakers, and he wasn't sure that his message had reached her.
"Quite!" she called back, pulling her body away from Draco's. Just as she pulled away, the song ended. Another beat was stricken up: a slow, pulsating song. Draco pulled Ginny close to him, and in response, the redhead wrapped her arms around his neck. The two began to sway around, following the rythmatic sensation of the new song.
"What are you doing here, Weasley?"
"I should be asking that question, Mr. Malfoy!" Ginny retorted.
"Business Trip."
"Business Trip?" she asked. "What business? This doesn't seem like a business outing."
"No, it doesn't, does it?" he replied, lip curving into a snide grin. "Department of Magical Investigations. I can't say anything more."
"You work for the ministry? How did you land that sort of job? Especially in law-enforcement!"
Draco barked back a laugh. She was being argumentive and stubborn. "None of your business, Weasley. None of your business."
Ginny pressed her abdomen closer to his, and Draco let out a grunt of surprise. Her little body moved all the more vigorously, swaying dangerously against his crotch. "What do you think you're doing, Vixen?" he asked.
"Taking things up a notch, that's all."
"I'm not sure if that is such a good idea, little one," he retorted.
"And why not?"
"Because with me, you finish what you start. One way or the other."
The redheaded vixen chuckled - much to his amazement. Did her family know what she was up to? "I never give up on what I begin, Mr. Malfoy."
"Good… because you're going to have to take care of a little something in quite a few minutes," he said, pelvic thrusting against her to stress his meaning. His arousal pressed through the thick DragonHide, only popped up enough for Ginny to feel it brush against her. She laughed again, pressing her body back against it.
"Maybe we should take care of that."
"I was thinking along the same lines, yes."
Ginny cocked an eyebrow. "Where are you staying?" She already knew the answer to this, of course - she just wanted to hear him say it.
"I've got a room at the Leaky Cauldron - I'm staying there for a week. Lets go."
"Why don't we get something to drink?" she questioned, nodding to the bar.
"No… I'm loosened up enough, already. Come on."
Draco gave her a nudge, and the two made their way through the crowd. It was rough getting past people; many couples were grinding against each other, backs pressed against other couples, and so on, so fourth. When they finally made it out of the bar, the fresh air took Ginny by surprise, and she teetered somewhat dangerously.
"It looks like you've had enough to drink, anyway, Weasley."
Both knew the way to the Leaky Cauldron, and it didn't take too long for them to get there. Virginia climbed up the handsome wooden staircase after Draco, watching the slight wiggle of his backside as he lifted his legs to climb the stairs. Nice bum, she joked with herself.
The tall blonde pulled out a key and forced it into the lock. After a series of soft clicking noises, the two were allowed to enter Draco's room.
He hadn't left a mess there; on the contrary, it was quite clean… without the managing of a house-elf. The only clutter that appeared, was his bag settled on top of a chair. Draco grunted, holding the door for Ginny to enter the room behind him.
"Nice room, Mr. Malfoy," Ginny mused. Everything was neat and orderly; and everything also mimicked the furnishing of her room. "Rather clean, for a male."
"I haven't been here long enough to mess it up… but now, however…"
Ginny walked to the bedside and fell backwards on top of it. Her hair fanned out behind her, and, as Draco noticed, she was wearing a goofy grin that mimicked that of her twin brothers. It seemed that this girl had parts of all of her family within her. Eyes of Ron, grins of the twins… Did she have that Percy's toosh? He grinned at the thought.
Draco stripped himself of his shirt and discarded it by throwing it to the side. He didn't give a damn where it landed; someone would be up to tidy in the morning when he stepped out, anyways. He undid his belt, as well, sliding it across the floor to join his shirt. His boots took more time to get rid of, so he took his wand, muttered a spell, and they flew off without the touch of his hand.
From her perch on the bed, Ginny smiled. She knew what was coming, and knew what she had to do. Or, at least, she thought she knew. Draco walked to the side of the bed, hands on hips, looking down at her.
"Stand up," he demanded, eyeing her with coldness.
She did as she was told, a bit alarmed by the look in his eyes. She arched a slender, penciled eyebrow. "Yes, Master?"
Shivers ran down the length of Draco's spine. Master.
Draco pulled the girl closer to himself, putting his arms around her waist and wrapping his fingers around the hem of her shirt. With a fruitful tug, he pulled the clinging garment from her skin, and slid it up the length of her midriff. Ginny shivered as the coldness of the air hit her skin. She raised her arms, allowing him to slip her shirt off of her, exposing her bare chest in the means.
The shirt had provided the support that she had needed for the night, and wearing a bra beneath it would have been somewhat stupid. Draco grinned, watching as the thin little buds that were her nipples harden, being exposed to the cold air. He didn't kiss on the mouth, and he wouldn't with Ginny… it was just some damned pet peeve of his. Ginny, who didn't know that, leaned forward, attempting to plant her lips upon his.
Platinum-blonde Draco proved himself to be as agile as he looked; in a swift movement, he bent down, evading the incoming assault for his lips. He wrapped his arm around the indent of her knees, placed his free hand upon her back, and picked her up, placing her midriff at his shoulder.
Ginny squealed and kicked her feet, much like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
"Put me down, Draco."
He ignored her protests, and threw her on top of the bed. He came down after her, landing with his arms extended so that he didn't land on top of her. He ground his hips against hers, and she squeaked once more.
Redheaded vixen Ginny snaked her hands to Draco's waist, fingers fumbling against the fastening of his DragonHide trousers. She tugged the zipper down, and pressed the released garment down from his hips.
He wasn't wearing anything beneath.
But then again, neither was she.
Draco pushed her skirt up around her waist, exposing her womanhood and the tussles of light brown that resided between her legs. Ginny's face flushed slightly, having had no man look at her intimate parts before - but she was staring at a male's anatomy - Draco Malfoy's anatomy, to be exact, so she didn't have much to blush for.
With a swift movement, the head of his manhood was pressed between Ginny's legs and through her opening. Her barrier wasn't there - it was already broken.
Ginny blushed once more; she had never seen the male anatomy, but that didn't mean that she didn't have experience with it. What you did in the dark was something entirely different.
He grunted, pulling himself out and thrusting himself back into her entrance, never once making a move to fondle her bosom or nip away at her lips, or other tender flesh. Ginny whimpered; no foreplay! How rude.
"You didn't tell me that you weren't a Virgin," Draco grunted between thrusts. His momentum began picking up, and soon the bed was rocking with their movements. Ginny continued squealing and whimpering, locking her legs around Draco's waist.
"You never asked," she answered simply, moaning when Draco hit a particularly sensitive area within her.
Draco continued to pummel himself within her, beads of sweat growing rolling down his forehead. A particularly large, foreceful thrust sent a rack of shivers through Virginia's body, and she arched upward, throwing herself against his bare chest. Her moan could have been heard throughout the Leaky Cauldron, if it hadn't been for the customary Silencing Spells placed upon the doorframe.
At the peak of Ginny's orgasm, Draco felt a tremor of pleasure run down the length of his spine. His hardened member shook as well, spitting out his semen into Ginny… and he fell limp.
Pulling himself from her womanhood, Draco stood up, stretched, and turned toward the door on the right; the shower. Ginny sat up, blinking. "Where are you going?" she asked him.
"I'm going to take a shower. Thanks for the fuck," he said.
Ginny glowered. "Hey, Draco?"
Draco stopped in his line of walk, letting the DragonHide trousers slip from his ankles. "What?" he asked, turning to her.
"Didn't you feel anything in that?"
He bit his lip, looking contemplative. "Yeah… yeah, I did. I felt an orgasm." He turned around, entered the shower, and shut the door behind him.
From the bed, Ginny whimpered. He didn't feel anything… anything at all, except for a lousy release.
Ginny used her wand to put her clothing back upon her. She exited the room without a look back, hanging her head below her. I should've known that he'd do some shit like that, she told herself. I was just another lay for him.
A tear rolled down her cheek. She entered her room and threw herself onto the bed, curling into a ball. I should have known better than to do this. I should have known that I'd just end up being used in the end.
Ginny cried herself to sleep.
"No, Mum… I just don't feel too good," Ginny retorted to her mother, who was currently nagging her about how little she ate at breakfast this morning. Virginia sighed, massaging her temples with her fingers. Her mother was so persistent.
"Are you sure you've been feeling alright, dear? You've been acting weird for a week or so," Molly asked her daughter.
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know. I'm fine, honest… and if I'm not alright, I'll tell you when I know, okay?" She flashed her mother a reassuring smile and turned to walk up the stairs. Her brothers were out again, but Ron was supposed to be home in a few hours.
Her room was as tidy as it had ever been; everything neat, orderly, and in its place. Just the way she liked it. Ginny smiled, looking around… So many fond memories. An old album caught her eye. She picked it up, looking at the cover.
Hogwarts… What she wouldn't have given to be back at Hogwarts next year. Her fingers wrapped around the edges of the photo album, and she yanked it open, wide-eyeingly scanning the pictures before her.
Labeled 'First Year' was a picture of herself and her brother, Ron, standing in front of the Hogwarts Express… a picture taken by her mother. She wiped a tear out of her eye. No use crying over something that happened so long ago.
So long ago… So long ago, so many things had happened to her. She found herself, found her first true love… things that really didn't matter these days. Harry Potter didn't give a damn about her anymore. He had Hermione Granger, who was also a class Valedictorian and Head Girl. Ginny just couldn't compete.
But it was Harry who she had lost her virginity to, the one that she gave her innocence to. She could no longer touch a Unicorn's beautiful white hide, because of Harry Potter. Fifth year, Halloween, at fifteen years old, Ginny Weasley lost her innocence.
Ginny steeled her eyes away from the picture. She closed the album and stood up. Her stomach growled and twisted. What was happening?
Something inside of her snapped, and instantly, bile rose from her stomach and passed into her throat. Clasping a hand to her mouth, Ginny ran from her room, in search of the nearest bathroom to empty her mouth within. She found her destination, ran in, and bent over the toilet, bile filling the bowl and tainting the water.
After heaving up such a large portion of her minimal breakfast, she felt weak. Her knees shook, and her eyes just didn't want to seem to focus. Things like this had been happening for a few days now, and it was beginning to worry her. She usually wasn't this sick… and she hardly ever got sick.
Mrs. Weasley burst into the bathroom. "I heard you getting sick, dear… here, drink this." Mrs. Weasley offered her a glowing blue potion. Without questioning her mother, Ginny tipped back her head and downed the potion, clasping the phial in her hand.
Ginny didn't know why, but Mrs. Weasley's body began to wrack with sobs. Virginia forced herself to stand up, wrapping an arm around her mother's shoulder. "What's wrong, Mum? Why are you crying?" she asked.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes flashed. "You don't know? How can you not know, Virginia?"
She was confused. "Not know what, Mum?"
"That phial of potion you just took - it was a bodily-system checking potion, and the colour it gave off would indicate what the problem was. You do know what the colours mean, don't you?"
Her daughter nodded.
"Well, Virginia Weasley… your test glowed blue."
Ginny gasped, her hands moving to her throat. She shook her head. "No, no! I can't be… no!"
"Ginny… you're pregnant."
You take a lot of chances with your feelings
No one really knows what you feel
And fiction is the only way you're dealing
You turn your pretty head if it gets real
You take it so slowly
And your eyes look so lonely
And it's only when you think about me
Oh yeah
When you think about me
Think about me
I got a head and don't let me sleep
You've got a secret I can't keep
You see a little stranger in your mirror
The girl you never know is what you fear
You take it so slowly
And your eyes look so lonely
But it's only when you think about me
Oh yeah
When you think about me
When you think about me
All you want is something I can't be
All you want from me is what you need
And I'm saying
You take it so slowly
And your eyes look so lonely
You take it so slowly
But it's only oh you, take it so slowly
Now it's only 'bout me
When you think about me
Think about me
When you think about me
Oh yeah
When you think about me
Think about me
When you think about me
