Lose Myself with You
By: Sakura Lena Yuy
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: Sexual content and suggested material.
Chapter 5: The Moment
"Leave it to Malfoy to pick the coldest weekend in October for a secret rendezvous," Ginny muttered as she rubbed her hands vigorously.
Although she was sitting in a lavish carriage with plush velvet seats, the damp frigid air seemed to slip through the closed windows. Ginny was rather grateful that she decided to wear her new cloak. It was made of thick black wool and had furred trimming around the collar as well as the front clasp. Her gloved hand fingered the fur sheath that lied in her lap covering her legs and feet. She sighed softly as she continued to watch the dense forest pass her by. The forest growing even more dark and uninviting, as they went along but so was the day. The gray overcastted sky held no hope of clearing and thick fog covered the area leaving it damp and cold.
Ginny scowled. "This looks like its going to be a promising weekend."
She glanced at her delicate wristwatch, before raising her novel that lay opened on her lap. After scanning a few sentences she dropped the book in the neighboring seat too distracted to read. She looked at her watch again and growled when only a minute had passed. Ginny began to impatiently tap her fingers in her lap.
"How much longer? I've been in this damned carriage for more than two hours. That moron Malfoy could have told me the apparition point and I would have been there already."
Ginny covered her mouth immediately; she remained wide-eyed and shocked at her words. It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she was anxious to see – no to be with Draco once again. Ever since their first encounter Ginny was left breathless and anticipating more. It was something she couldn't deny; her body yearned for more than Draco's kisses and caresses. And Ginny was certain that Draco knew this fact. But something in the back of her mind continued to tell her that Draco wanted this as well. Since that moment in the alcove he always found a way to her, if it was just to sweep her into a breathless frenzy or leave her questioning his sanity he always came.
The carriage suddenly stopped pulling Ginny out of her thoughts. As she climbed out of carriage she couldn't take her eyes off the giant manor in front of her. It was covered in bare brown ivy branches, which looked rather unkempt. But Ginny was sure given the appropriate season that they would be flourishing green. Large gothic statues stood like guards on each corner of the roof. Fog enveloped the structure making it look mysterious and dangerous, which would cause anyone to be on edge but Ginny felt differently. The ambience reminded her of Draco, puzzling but always willing to take a risk. Aside from the surreal presence that the manor created its size was very impressive. Ginny couldn't help but be taken back from the extensive design of the manor and the surrounding landscape.
"This is their summer manor? It's got to have at least ten bedrooms."
"Thirteen to be exact," Draco spoke up.
Draco was in midair riding one of his brooms. His pale locks disheveled by the wind and his cheeks red from the rushing cold air. His black cloak was pushed aside allowing Ginny to eye his firm fitting attire. She tried to conceal her interest as she watched him dismounted the broom. Draco didn't bother to close the cloak realizing the attention his attire caused her. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her, which caused her to blush.
"Is there something wrong with my clothes?"
"No, not at all. You look absolutely, absolute…" Ginny paused. Delicious she added silently.
"It's just an odd day for a flight."
Draco ignored the comment and offered her his arm. "How was the trip?"
"Fine," she lied as she took hold of his firm limb.
He watched her through the corner of his eye; he noticed how her hand trembled against his arm probably from their closeness. Draco continued to look at her and was pleased that she took his proposal seriously. Ginny was wearing one of her finest cloaks and there was no doubt in his mind that she was wearing one of her tantalizing formal robes underneath.
A smirk touched his lips briefly remembering the copper robes she wore for her father's party. Draco recalled how he fought back the urge of unzipping his trousers and taking her there on the terrace. But he had noticed the watchful eyes of Weasel and Potter and knew he wouldn't have time.
"Why are you watching me?"
Draco gulped; fighting the blush at was dangerously coming across his cheeks. "I was admiring your cloak."
Ginny raised an eyebrow knowing better. "Well it is new."
"Oh. I thought so," he lied. "Well I'm sure you must be tired from the trip. I'll show you to your room so you could freshen up before dinner."
Ginny nodded firmly.
He brushed his fingers against the cold clasps of her cloak. "May I?"
She nodded once again not trusting her voice. Her eyes closed shut as she felt his fingers expertly unclasp her cloak. Although he wasn't touching her directly the simple act sent shock waves through her body. Draco pushed the heavy material off her shoulders and placed it on a nearby chair. Ginny's eyes fluttered open when she felt him tugged at her gloves. After he peeled the offending material off her slender hands he placed them on top of her cloak. She watched as he pulled off his cloak and tossed it into a corner.
"Its filthy," Draco explained.
Ginny rolled her eyes, and slowly walked furthered into main hall. She stopped at the foot of the large staircase when a portrait caught her eye. She neared the massive artwork, and bit the corner of her lip as she examined it. The woman looked very familiar, but Ginny couldn't figure out why. The woman had long blonde hair that hung down her back, and thick lashes framed her light eyes. Although the woman's facial features were rigid there was gentleness present in her eyes that the artist had captured.
"Do you like it?"
Ginny gasped in surprise. She was so immerse in the painting that she hadn't heard Draco's footsteps.
"Yes. Who is she?"
Draco chortled. "You really don't know? Ginny look closely."
Ginny raised an eyebrow and turned back to the painting. She scanned it once again with a critical eye and shook her head in defeat.
"It's my mother."
"Oh," Ginny whispered. "I didn't noticed."
Draco brushed his hand against hers, before taking complete hold of it. "No matter. I always thought it did no justice to her. She always walks around with a scowl on her face, this painting actually makes her look rather pleasant."
He led her away from the painting and up the staircase. Ginny lifted up the skirts of her robes so she wouldn't trip. Draco eyed her through the corner of his eyes. He was right she was wearing one of her formal robes. The robes draped off her shoulders leaving her skin bare to his eyes. His gaze ran across the bare flesh; making him consider to drop the formalities and ravish her on sight. But Draco had offered her a pleasant stay and he will keep to his word. He led her to a set of large mahogany doors not far from the stairs and opened the door.
"Oh my," Ginny whispered.
Draco pulled her inside and asked. "Well does it suit you? If not there are other rooms, but those are further from mine."
Ginny walked in deeper and examined the cherry mahogany four posted bed. The hangings were sheer white, and the silk linens were white with ivory accents. By the French windows a cherry mahogany vanity stood, with a matching stool. Ginny spun around and smiled brightly at Draco.
"What do you still think of me as an ungrateful Weasel?"
Draco's cheeks turned a light pink. "No. I just wanted to make sure you liked it."
"Of course I do. Exactly how close is your bedroom?"
Draco smirked knowingly and pointed to a set of doors by the armoire. "Just pass those doors."
Ginny smiled impishly. "Well in that case it's absolutely perfect."
"I'm glad that you think so," Draco replied. "I'm going to go change for dinner now. If you need anything ask an elf or just go into my room."
Ginny nodded and watched him stride over to the double doors. He turned to her once more and nodded curtly before closing the door behind him. Ginny giggled loudly and threw herself into the bed. She ran her slender fingers over the material of the sheets and enjoying the soft texture. A smile touched her lips, when she remembered that Draco's hair felt the same way. She propped herself on her elbows and looked at the doors that lead to his bedroom.
"So close. I really wish we could drop these formalities, but I did press for a civil visit…but tonight we will finally get to finish what started so long ago."
*
As the warm water ran down Draco's back, his thoughts were centered on the lovely red head that was only a few feet away. He ran his fingers through his soaking hair and sighed.
Tonight Malfoy. Tonight she will be finally yours and yours alone, he thought.
His thoughts went back to her look of mirth when he revealed their connecting rooms, and he was pleased. Now he knew more than ever that she wanted this just as much as she did. Ever since their moment in the alcove he knew that he needed to conquer her and make her wither under his touch. Although these cranial desires motivated his plans there was something endearing about Ginny Weasley that had caught Draco's attentions. In his many experiences with women he had never felt this way. Draco easily could have had Ginny anytime he wanted, but he wanted – no needed to woo her first. This wasn't a simple deflowering; it was seduction in its truest form. And he was going to enjoy every single moment of it, just like her.
Draco shut off the water and step out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and vigorously rubbed his wet hair with it. Then he blindly reached for his bathrobe and found none. His eyes hardened.
"Damn house elves. I told them to put the robe right here."
Draco didn't bother to cover himself up and threw open the bathroom door. He was so upset with the elves incompetence that he didn't notice the extra occupancy in the room until she was right in front of him. Ginny gasped when he stopped abruptly and stood naked in front of her. She couldn't help but run her gaze over his moist masculine form.
Draco smirked mischievously enjoying the attention, but cleared his throat. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Umm," Ginny cheeks burned brightly. "I am so sorry Draco. I thought you were; I didn't know that you were..."
"Ginny you sound like you've never seen me this way. But if I remember correctly I fled from your house in this very state," Draco interrupted.
Ginny stared at her feet trying to hide her blush. "Well it was dark, and you ran under your cloak so quickly that I really didn't get a chance to…I mean it all happened so fast that I didn't see you very well."
Draco sighed, and lifted up her chin to look in her eyes. "No worries. Now is there's something that you need."
Ginny noticed the softness in his eyes and relaxed immediately. "The house elves said that dinner is done. I told them I would inform. That's all."
"Alright. Meet me downstairs in the dining room; just let me get some clothes on."
Ginny nodded and rushed out of the room without a second thought. He watched in amusement as she ran off; Draco couldn't help but wonder why exactly he needed to woo. But that thought would be answered in a matter of hours, even if Draco didn't realize it himself.
*
Dinner was a pleasant experience, and they shared a simple yet extremely sensual conversation. Draco knew that regardless of Ginny's innocence she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And to show her all the pleasures that she dreamed of would be a difficult task, but one that he was up for.
"Let's sit in the parlor. It's more intimate than here in this dreary dining hall," Draco suggested.
Ginny nodded and slipped out of her seat taking her glass of wine with her. Draco did the same, and extended his arm to her. Ginny took it gracefully and followed his lead. True to Draco's word the parlor was more welcoming than the over sized dining hall. The raging fireplace left the small room bathed in gold glow of light and warmth. The velour green French armchairs and loveseat stood elegantly in the room. Everything in the room exuded wealth and grace, something new to Ginny but not to Draco. Even though Ginny knew how to conduct herself properly, she still couldn't feel somewhat jealous. It wasn't that she wasn't proud her upbringing, but this lifestyle was something that she secretly dreamed of.
Draco looked at her softly, noticing the look on her face. He silently wondered if she was turned off by all the finery. "If you don't like it we could go up to one of the bedrooms?"
"No it's lovely," Ginny assured him. "Just like everything else here. I'm sorry it's just that I'm not use to all this."
"Well we'll just have to fix that won't we?"
"What do you mean," Ginny questioned.
Draco gestured her to sit down in the loveseat. "Come now, it won't break. This loveseat has been around for many years."
Ginny sat down next him and leaned back. She felt his arm slipped over her shoulder and she rested her head on his shoulder. Ginny snuggled into his neck and inhaled his cologne then she sighed softly enjoying the scent. Draco took a final sip of his goblet and placed it on a nearby table. He felt her breath against his shirt and rested his chin on her tilted head.
"Finished yet," he questioned as his fingers brushed against her hand holding the wine goblet.
"Yes," Ginny murmured sleepily.
Draco took the glass from her hand and set alongside his. He watched the flames in the fireplace and suddenly felt Ginny's breathing even out. He shook his head in disbelief, when he saw her asleep.
"So much for my plans of seduction. Off to bed then," he breathed as he lifted her in his arms.
As he laid her down in her bed, Ginny opened her eyes and looked at Draco sheepishly. He smirked at her and pushed back a wayward strand of hair. He kissed her softly, enjoying the feel of her lips against his. Ginny grasped onto his shirt and attempted to deepen the kiss. But to her disappointment Draco stopped her.
"You should sleep. You're tired from the trip and I would hate for you to not fully enjoy this," Draco explained sincerely.
Ginny smiled mischievously. "It's just that you're just so warm and the fire, combined with the wine made me a bit sleepy."
"See even more of a reason for you to sleep," he added as he began to back away.
Ginny grasped onto his hand. "But what about those plans of seduction?"
"You heard, but you were asleep."
"Auror training, teaches you some interesting stuff."
Draco smirked and pressed against her body roughly. "Is that so? Why don't we see if your Auror training has prepared you for this?"
"Yes Draco. Lets."
Ginny muttered before he covered her mouth with his. Draco slipped his tongue passed her plump lips and pressed it against hers. Ginny responded gingerly twisting her tongue alongside his. They both took their time enjoying and memorizing each other's distinct taste. Draco slowly moved his fingers down her side, feeling the curves through the satin material of her robes. The gentle caresses were making Ginny squirm in delight and anxious for more. Ginny's unconscious movements caused Draco to hiss under his breath. He moved his lips to her exposed shoulders, he slowly kiss and nip at her skin remembering the taste that had linger on his minds for weeks. Ginny tossed her head back into the pillows savoring this moment. Draco glanced at the intricate row of buttons on her bodice, then looked up at her and smiled.
"Can you help with these robes," he softly questioned.
Ginny sat up and raised her hands to the buttons; with slow yet expert fingers she began to unbutton her gown. Draco could do nothing more than just stare intently as she undressed before him. He was completely mesmerized by the sight of her and he couldn't explain why. With each button more and more of her supple flesh came visible to his eye, which drove him dizzy with desire. Draco reached out and brushed his fingers along the naked cleavage. Ginny shuttered at the contact of her flesh with his fingers. She bit her lower lip anxiously as she stood up from the bed and shrugged off the material off her shoulders. Draco gulped as he watched the satin material slide off her body and pool around her ankles. Ginny tried to look away from his gaze but then her brown eyes became locked with his grey ones.
"Come here," he commanded.
Ginny took his outstretched hand, without breaking her gaze. Draco wrapped his arms around her naked midsection and buried his face within her mounds. Ginny gasped in delight as she threaded her fingers in his hair. Suddenly he pulled her into his lap and kissed her harshly, revealing his uncharted desires. He laid her back on the bed and sat back up; Draco ran his gaze up and down her naked body causing Ginny to blush. He caressed her cheek before leaning forward and brushing his lips on hers.
Draco smiled as he stood up from the bed and said. "Don't be bashful your beautiful including every little freckle on your skin."
Ginny giggled. Then she propped herself up against the pillows and watched as he pulled off his shirt. She watched anxiously as he undressed before her, just as he did her. Her eyes widened when his pants finally touched the carpeted floor. He smirked knowingly when he saw Ginny's reaction. Draco climbed into the silk covered bed and positioned himself over her. He placed hot wet kisses over the cool flesh of her collarbone taking time to taste each bit of skin that his lips came in contact with. When he came across the hollow of her throat he sucked and nipped on the skin causing Ginny to gasp in delight.
Draco growled under his breath as he felt Ginny soft, supple hips brush up against him. His thoughts were going a million miles a second; he knew that he had to be slow with her but her reactions were making it more difficult by the moment. He roughly grabbed her hips and pushed them down onto the bed as he descended his lips. Ginny moaned softly as she felt his lips coax and tease her willing body. She threaded her fingers in his silky blonde hair once more and pulled him closer. Once more she pushed her hips up against his forcefully searching for him.
A strangled moan slipped from his lips. Draco was losing his mind; the way she reacted to his ministrations was unlike anything he had experience before. He had plenty of women writhing beneath him before, but his body never had betrayed him like this. Draco felt an incredible heat course through his body leaving him desperate to enter her – to become one with her. He stopped suddenly leaving his body pressed firmly against hers. Now he understood; he knew why Ginny drove him crazy with desire and need. He just didn't want to sleep with her he wanted to be one with her, to love her.
Ginny looked frantically at him wondering what was wrong. "Draco…"
"Hush. No need to worry Ginny, it's just that…that you're driving me insane. Now if you can stop pounding your hips into mine, I maybe able to give you exactly what you want" he looked into her reassuringly. "Alright?"
Ginny nodded. She grasped onto the sheets of the bed as she watched curiously as Draco ran his hand down her body. A brush of his fingers made her quiver, and a simple touch caused her scream in delight. Ginny fought against her own reflexives to prevent her hips to move upward. But not even her Auror training could prepare her for the heat that ran throughout her body or the blinding pleasure she felt. Draco watched her breathlessly waiting for the right moment to claim her as his own. Suddenly he felt the wetness around his fingers and positioned himself between her hips. He grabbed both of her hips and kissed her lips. Then without warning he bit the corner of her lip and pushed himself into her warmth. Ginny gasped in pain as she felt his teeth bite her lip and at the annoying pinch between her legs.
Draco stood still as he felt her body tighten at the suddenly intrusion. He felt her tension and heard her muffled cries. He ran his hands up and down her sides, pressing soft kisses against any bit of flesh he could reach to sooth her. Ginny grasped onto his muscular arms and gently shifted underneath him. Draco groaned at the pressure but continued to remain still. The tightness and heat was driving him insane, but he refused to move on. Ginny nuzzled into his neck and nipped playfully at the skin. Draco bit his lip in anticipation and softly moved against her warmth.
Ginny tried to process all the feelings that she felt, but that task proved to be too much for her. Every time she tried to focus her thoughts were shattered by the movement of Draco's body against hers. Ginny wanted to described what she felt; the heat, the passion, the pleasure, and the rhythm were completely indescribable. She tried to vocalize her emotions but all she could do was moan mindlessly. Her whole body was involved with new sensations that it was feeling, that she couldn't even keep her eyes open. She finally forced her eyes open and saw Draco watching her intently with eyes of curiosity.
"Are you okay," he breathed.
Ginny smiled weakly, and simply answered. "Please Draco, more."
Draco descended his lips to hers and kissed her hard. He loved the way she tasted and forced her lips to open to engulfed him once again with her essence. His hold on her hips tightened as he fiercely lost control of all his senses. Draco mind became numb and he only felt her warmth, wetness, and her nails against his back, the way she mindlessly screamed his name. All he could focus on the woman beneath him who chanted for more. Ginny wrapped her arms around his back and clung dearly. She wrapped her legs around his waist in attempt to pull him closer than humanly possible. Draco tried to hold onto the last thread of sanity he had left, but Ginny cut that tie with a simply statement.
"Make me yours."
A feral growl escaped Draco's lips just as Ginny screamed his name. He finally collapsed on top of her, enjoying for a single moment the feel of their mingling flesh. He pushed his exhausted body to her side and wrapped his arms around her drawing her to his chest. Ginny sighed contently as she rested her head on his chest. Soon he felt her breath slow and even out, he gazed down at the mass of red and smile. He gently ran his fingers through the tangled strands enjoying their silkiness. Draco breathed deeply and pushed back his tousled hair.
A smile touched his lips as a single thought came to his mind before sleep claimed him. You asked me to make you mine, but without knowing Ginny I became yours tonight.
The End!
Author's Word:
Well it took me forever but here it is the moment that many of you have looked forward to. I have to admit it was quite difficult for me to interrupt them this time but I promised myself that five would be the end. Well I'm actually making a sequel to Lose Myself with You, it will be called the Promises We Keep. And for any info on my fics check out my livejournal users name sakuralenayuy.
