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Strip Poker 2

The letter came to her the next morning at breakfast. She was surprised about it because nobody ever wrote to her, but the letter was there now, so she might as well read it, right?

'Follow the footsteps. Go into the first room to the right and put your hand on the window ledge. That will give you the password.

-DM

PS. Bring your cutest knickers.'

Ginny's cheeks turned red as she folded it up and put it in her pocket. She was wearing her blue panties with the monkeys on the edge, and the bra with the monkey on the corner as though hanging from the strap. They were her cutest knickers!

Ginny stood up and wandered, looking for footsteps. She didn't see any… But suddenly there they were! One footstep, then another, then another. Ginny looked and saw a door with one footstep toward it. She leaned her hand on the windowsill, but a nail was sticking straight out.

"Shit!" and the door opened. She coughed and stepped inside. The moment her foot touched the ground, lights flickered on and there was Draco Malfoy standing there in his robes and shuffling his deck of cards expertly. He half smiled at her and waved her over.

"I found this room when I was a first year. I always come in here when I need to think." Ginny sat at the edge of a desk and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"What do you want to do?" she asked. He smirked wider.

"Just a continuation of yesterdays game." Ginny blushed and looked down at herself.

"No, we'll start over, but I was thinking of playing again. Only this time…" He licked his lips, causing her to blush.

"What do you say?" She was only then aware that the door had slammed shut behind her.

"O-ok… I'll play with you." Draco smiled.

"Excellent. Sit on the floor. That's where I'll be too. Easier that way." The first hand was pretty terrible, she had to admit. She had only a pair of Queens, and  a pair of threes. Draco had a Full House. Ginny lost her robe.

She was wearing a pair of light blue shorts and a matching top. It was her favorite outfit. It was the only new thing she had gotten in years, other than her personal items, and she tried her best to keep them clean.

Draco nodded his head in approval.

The next hand was a little better. This time Ginny made the bet.

"My shirt for your robe." He agreed; she won.

Draco was wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of black pants with leather boots that she could swear she could see herself in.

Ginny pulled her hair out of its ponytail holder, allowing it to tumble in curls all the way down to her belly-button. Draco was staring, and Ginny caught him.

"Ok let's see…" she muttered as she looked at her hand.

"My shirt for your pants." Draco half smiled.

"No. If pants are what we're going for, my pants for yours." Ginny sighed and finally nodded.

"Fine. My pants for yours." And he lost again in only his boxer shorts and a tee-shirt. His cheeks stayed the same shade oddly; she knew if it were here there in just her panties she would have been bright red.

"My shirt for yours." And she lost… She brought her hands to the buttons on her shirt and unbuttoned with more grace than she had before. She was trying not to look as nervous.

Her cute bra was the attraction that caught Draco's eyes. If she had caught his eyes on her breasts any other time, she would have smacked him. Draco leaned forward, touching the small monkey hanging from the strap.

"I see you took my advice." Ginny blushed.

"I had these on anyhow! Don't think you're special." Draco sat back where he was, expertly hiding the smile that he so wanted to come out.

He was slightly surprised to notice something he hadn't seen before. The ripples on her stomach that formed small muscles were each separated by long red scars. They were barely noticeable, but they still looked pretty bad. He reached one finger over and dragged it along her stomach.

"What happened?" She pulled away from his cold finger.

"None of your business."

She dealt the cards this time, her fingers working quickly.

"I bet my shorts for your shirt." She put down her hand and was delighted at the Full House that was there.

He had nothing.

Pulling the shirt over his head, Ginny felt her heart start to pound. They were in the same room, both in pretty much the same attire… She could feel the tips of her little ears go read with heat.

The next four hands were  pretty much all crappy cards so they folded each and every time. Ginny was getting even more nervous.

"This time it's my boots for your shorts." Ginny rolled her eyes. She had a straight flush, she was going to win!

She felt tears well up in her eyes as her thumbs hook under the elastic of her shorts. She slipped them off, wiped her eyes, and sat in front of his stare, waiting for him to make a comment.

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She needn't have worried. All that was rushing through his head were thoughts that she probably wouldn't have approved of, but nothing that wouldn't flatter her later.

Her pale thighs looked so soft that he felt as though he would explode if he didn't touch them… Her muscular stomach was nothing compared to the muscles of her legs.

"I think this'll be the last hand little Weasley. I wouldn't want to see any more of you that what you've got under there." Ginny didn't understand what he meant, but she didn't have to.

"Your bra for my boxers." But he didn't deal the cards.

"I want to ask you something." He sat closer to her and tilted her chin up with his forefinger. The forefinger of his other hand traced down her chest and stomach.

"Tell me the truth Weasley. What happened to you?" Ginny tried to pull away, but he held her tighter with his fingers holding onto her chin.

She shook her head.

"It's none of your business." His clutch was tighter.

"Just tell me."

She sighed and looked down.

"I was playing with my brothers when I was little and we were climbing fences and I ran into contact with a wolf. It was nothing really. I'm alive and that's all that counts."

Without warning, Draco grabbed her face and kissed her with all he was worth. Her whimpers of protest only made him want her more as his hands worked their way to her shoulders, pushing her onto the couch.

She wriggled against him, her hands sliding to his thick patch of hair. She whimpered again as his tongue dragged along her lower lip. She didn't care though. She suddenly felt so safe that she never wanted to let go of him.

His fingers trailed down to her cute blue panties and snapped them, making her jump. He smirked against her lips, opening her mouth wider with his tongue. She pulled away slightly, breathing bard. He smirked against her lips and pulled away lightly, licking and kissing his way down her neck and to her shoulder.

Ginny pulled away slightly.

"I think we'd better stop…"

He bit her neck abruptly, making her shriek.

"Shhh…" he whispered, licking the red mark that she was sure was going to be a hickey later.

"I should go-" but he caught her lips with his. His hands slid to her hair.

Ginny pulled away again.

"I really have to go!"

And she stood, putting on her clothes and her boots. As she slid on her robes, she leaned down and gave his lips another gentle peck.

"Maybe we'll do this again some day…"

A/N Since that's the last installment, (no more!) I will tell you what happens. Lol. They get married and have three babies. Stripperella, Kandy, and Poker.