Author's Note: Whoo! Thanks for the response! Okay, I won't bring down the rating until I finish the story, perhaps I'll get a struck of luck and produce some R rated material there. If you haven't noticed, Chapter Ten's title and this one go together, just my little joke. Thanks to all the reviewers, much appreciated! I would name you all, but they're too many. So… you know who you are. Thanks! –smiles-

Chapter Eleven

~…Needs to be finished~

Draco let the cold water run across his broad back, the frustration was welling up in him now. He'd had her there, so close, so… willing, and he'd stopped the fun just to get back at her. He could've had wild, passionate sex with her right then and there, against that door, but he'd let that opportunity pass just to poke fun at her. How more stupid could he be?

He knew that there had not been anything going on between she and Matthew, he also knew it had been Matthew's fault, as Matthew had come clean and said it all. However, he had felt hurt. He had not fired Matthew, for he had not the time to look for a new Public Relations guy. He had an interview the very next day for Witch Weekly, one of the most famous magazines in the Wizarding World, and he needed Matthew there.

Draco turned the shower off and stepped out, drying himself with a towel that was nearby. Then he put on his boxers and headed out onto the bedroom. His eyes lingered on a sleeping Ginny, looking so peaceful it was almost unbearable. Her bright flaming locks were sprawled out on the pillow behind her head, and a sheet only covered everything below her navel. She had a tank-top that was bunched up on her rib-cage, letting her stomach to be seen.

He decided to ignore the adrenaline that now rushed through his veins and so forth made his way to his side of the bed, sitting on the edge and rubbing his forehead. He turned off the lamp, but the room still stayed lit up by the moon; its bluish glare framing the stamp gracefully. Draco sat on the bed now completely, stretching his legs on front of him and eyeing down his lap in deep thought. He felt something move slightly as he closed his eyes, still sitting, but he quickly discarded any suspicion.

It wasn't until he felt her warm lips on his back that he knew she had been faking to be asleep, she now placed open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders and the back of his neck. He shuddered slightly, a small smirk drawing upon his features. "What are you—?" but he was cut off by her finger on his lips. She shushed him in the sweetest whisper and switched so she was in front of him, straddling him as she caressed his chest and stared at her hands as she did so.

She then looked up at him and the cutest smirk formed on her lips, he leaned forward and kissed her gently as she in turn replied with the same gentleness. Her hands came to cup his face as his laced around her waist, bringing her as close as he could, given the circumstances. He pulled back for a moment, looking at her eyes.

"I'm—"

"No…" she whispered, kissing him slowly, the kiss turning more passionate. "Don't say anything…" He nodded against her kiss and kindly switched to lay her down on the bed, lying on top of her. They both pulled back long enough to look at each other and smile. It was the first genuine smile she had seen on him and she was slightly amazed at how handsome and different he looked with it.

Kissing each other again, they both ravaged hungrily one another, as if the deprival of these actions had been hell for both of them, and they probably were. In one swift movement, her tank-top was off and after a few minutes; all that remained to clothe them were her underwear and his boxers. He began to kiss his way down her body and she, moaning and sighing, caressed him.  Soon, her underwear was discarded.

She arched her back, snapping open her eyes as she felt him insert one of his fingers into her sex and she gave a loud cry of pleasure as he began to tease her and stroke her into oblivion. She clutched the sheets, and when she couldn't take anymore, she grabbed his shoulders, making him seize his movements as she gave a long shudder and released herself from the world around her.

When everything came into focus again, he was kissing her neck passionately; she was panting loudly, attempting to get the feeling of jelly from her whole self. She smiled with cloudy eyes as his face came into her range of vision and they kissed eagerly, hungrily, the poison of passion rising up in her once again. She tugged at his boxers and he helped her get them off.

He eyed her; her hair clung to her damp forehead, making her look incredibly arousing. He felt her body beneath his, shining with the glinting shimmer of her sweat—sweet nectar to his lips—and her hazy eyes, daring him to take the next step. He positioned himself at her entrance, not parting his lips from hers as he had begun kissing her again.

She wrapped her legs around his middle, smiling slyly against his lips, and this was all he needed to know what he had to do. He slid inside her, and heard her give a moan that sounded faint to his ears. He was so immersed in his own oblivion that he barely noticed he had to go in sync with her. But she was doing that by herself.

He completely gave in to her scent, to her intoxicating taste, to the weeks—maybe months—of repressed lust and passion, to her teasing ways that he, despite himself, enjoyed so much. He needed her now, wanted her now. He desired for this moment to last forever, that their bodies would be eternally used to one another so he did not have to face a next morning, a following path of pretend that brought him to the brink of madness every single time. Every time he increased his pace, she increased it as well, doubling his efforts, making him want to let go already.

But he knew he mustn't, he needed to wait for her first, because it would be spoiled to go before her and he knew it. He heard her breath ragged, and his was as such too. The air in the room was thickening, not letting him breathe properly, but he was enjoying every second of it.

She wanted to be lost forever in his embrace, she wanted for his strong body to stay on hers forever, to fuse herself into him so she would never have to part from such blissful companionship. She had utterly forgotten how high he could actually take her, and it took her by surprise when she came to the knowledge that here she was, allowing herself to be taken so high.

Oh this was so different from all the other times, but she couldn't figure out how, or why. She didn't wish to think now; it seemed useless to do such a thing that would only damage the precious moment, the sublime instant in which everything would be struck irrational. She could feel that instant drawing closer and closer as she clutched at him with all her strength.

He was now thrusting in and out of her with amazing velocity, wondering where he had gotten all of this agility. He could sense that this time it had been very different from previous encounters, perhaps because she was now responding physically to him. And she touched him and clutched at him, and caressed him, and rubbed him in all the right places. He liked when she touched him, it gave him the knowledge that he was doing everything as he should be.

With a long cry and a shudder from each other, they reached the ultimate moment in which they left the physical world to unravel themselves into an unknown dimension that could only be experienced by both of them at the same exact time. With an arch, they fell limp against each other and exhaled a long sigh.

Still absorbed in the misty draft of their recent intercourse, Draco felt as Ginny nuzzled his back, her fingernails brushing slightly against it. She kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder and drew her head back against the mattress, a soft smile illuminating her features. They stayed like that for a few minutes, and then he rolled off her, arranging himself on the bed to drift off to sleep. She cuddled up against him, placing her head on his chest and snaking one hand across his stomach.

He placed an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head gently as she in turn kissed his chest in curious complicity. And it was now when she could finally figure out what had been so different from previous times.

This time they had not only had sex… they had made love.

* * *

When Ginny woke up the next day, she expected to be alone in the bed as she had been so accustomed to in the past months, but she found herself still tangled against him and she felt so comfortable that she dreaded having to stand up. She untangled herself from him and sat up on the bed. She then felt him kiss her shoulder, smiling slightly; she stood up from the bed, as he now sat up.

"Come over here, Virginia," he said, patting the bed next to him for her to sit. She tightened her sheet around herself out of custom and then sat on it, cross-legged. "We need to talk," he said, she nodded.

"We do, Draco," she replied, putting her arms on her lap and looking at him. "Why don't you start?"

"Very well," he stated and she was a bit thrown off by his tone of voice, but shrugged it off. "First of all, I am not expecting you to change your attitude towards me, and that's fine. But I do ask you to believe that nothing happened while I was staying at Pansy's house… I merely even saw her. I was actually there with my cousin Armand Malfoy. It isn't even her house in the first place."

"Are you saying you're sorry?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No," he replied, in a distant voice, "I did not say I was sorry. I was merely pointing out this for you to not have any doubts whether what happened or didn't happen."

"Oh," she looked down briefly and then said in the ghost of a whisper, "Then why did you tell me you were at her house? Why did you enunciate her name so much last night?" She looked up at him to find him staring at her, not saying a word. "And then so cautiously accused me of being a whore…"

"Now, those words never exited my mouth, Virginia, you know that—"

"They were about to—"

"But they didn't," he said, eyeing her. "Though I must admit, it wasn't far from the truth… And I already know you didn't start whatever was about to happen in the library that night, as Kinsley was so kind to inform me." At this he gave a grimace.

"I didn't want anything to happen, Draco, I swear… I…" she sighed in frustration and closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath. "What do you want me to say?"

"Absolutely nothing, Virginia," he said, his tone changing to a kind one. She looked at him, widening her eyes slightly. He gave her a lopsided smile, "I believe you… Either that or I want to believe you, either way… let's just bury that away, okay?"

"All right…" she said, slightly dumbstruck for his change of attitude.

"Now," he said, "I'm going to have breakfast and then go down to my office for a couple of pertinent issues I have to do. But, let's have breakfast together." He held out his hand to her.

"Of course," she said, "But I suggest we get dressed first."

Author's Note: A bit long… not much. I hoped you liked it. –bites nails, looks around nervously- Oh yes…  I love simbal's idea! So I'm going to use it. So… thanks simbal for that wonderful idea. Oh, and everyone else that gave ideas, I'll try my best to incorporate them into the story, kay?

Okay, just remember that the whole point of marrying these two in the first place was for the breeding of a pureblood child.  Just a note. –winks-

Do review, please!

~Blue