This chapter could be considered one of my best, and shortest! LOL. Thank you sooo much to everyone who reviewed! Please enjoy!
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Ginny's days after the party was full of planning for the wedding which was drawing closer quicker than Ginny would've liked. Narcissa was a big pain, disagreeing with Ginny on everything. Ginny had finally given up on trying to get along with her. She had put Narcissa in charge of the food and decorations since she was pretty good at it, while Ginny picked the place where she wanted the wedding. She settled willingly for the garden. The reception would be held outside under a huge tent that was almost as big as the ballroom. The tent was to be of white silk that was so thin that you could see through it (AN: I got that idea from The Wedding Planner). The floor of the tent would be wooden, with a platform at the end of the tent for the band.
There was an arguement between Ginny and Narcissa about what kind of flowers would be used to decorate the arch where Ginny and Draco would make their vows. Ginny had picked lillies of the valley and Narcissa had chosen white roses.
Hermione, Tilly, and Ginny had gone shopping for her wedding dress. They had fun in trying on all the wedding dresses, exclaiming over each one. One particular dress made all three gasp in awe. It was white and had spaghetti straps with thousands of little diamonds that decorated the top. The skirt was billowy and had layers upon layers of see through silk (AN: sorry, I'm not good with describing the wedding dress). The veil was required to be pinned on. It went down all the way to her waist. She got matching high heeled shoes. The straps on it were white and thin, criss-crossing her feet, with a diamon clasp on the side.
Invitations were sent out immediately. Ginny's nights were filled with writing, addressing, and planning, since she had to work during the day. Tilly had suggested that Ginny take off work for a while and concentrate on her wedding. Ginny had stubbornly refused to listen to her.
She had great difficulty in choosing her Maid of Honor, but finally decided on Hermione since Ginny had know Hermione far longer than she had known Tilly. Tilly had taken the news well, smiling enthusiastically and babbling about the bridemaids' dresses. They decided on a pale blue color. The dresses were all identical. They were strapless, and their skirts were also billowy.
The flowers took a while to order since Narcissa and Ginny couldn't come to an agreement on them. They were for the reception, since they wouldn't need any flowers for the wedding, because it was in the garden, which of course, had many different and colorful flowers. Ginny let Narcissa handle the food, and she knew that the house elves would be busy cooking when they were a couple of weeks away from the wedding.
Draco didn't bother them. He was mostly with Damius, enjoying his last couple months of "bachelorhood" Damius had laughingly told her. He usually came home around supper time. He didn't bother Ginny during the night, knowing that she was tired.
One night while Ginny was grading some papers for her class, Draco brought up their honeymoon.
"There are many places we can go," he said.
Ginny looked up from her papers, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I've always wanted to go to the ocean. The water a sky blue in color, and so clear that you could see to the bottom of the ocean. White sandy beaches stretching for miles, no civilization in sight. Palm tree waving in the-" she stopped herself. Draco was smiling at her.
"Go on," he encouraged.
"It was just a thought," she turned back to her papers. She bit her lip, afraid that he was going to laugh at her silly idea. He probably just wanted to go wherever the hell and make love to her.
Draco got up from his chair and came behind her. He bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. "It's a very good thought. We'll find a place fitting your description, all right?"
She nodded. "All right."
He knelt and took her hand. "You will let me make love to you on our wedding night, won't you?"
She looked into his beautiful gray eyes, seeing the need that was there. Ginny gently pulled her hand from him. "I-I don't know," she said uncertainly. "I've been so busy I haven't had time to think these things over." Actually she had, but the memory of the two figures in the corridor making love still lingered in her mind.
"You know I will make love to you. I've waited too long. When we were together at Hogwarts, it was pure torture for me not to make love to you. I had to contain my need for you for four years. I can wait a couple more months."
She wondered if he had taken his sexual frustrations out on other girls when they were dating during Hogwarts. "Why don't you go satisfy your needs with Panys?" she couldn't stop herself.
He scowled. "What are you talking about? I haven't touched that woman for months."
"Months?" Ginny scoffed. "I don't think so. I saw you two in the corridor on the night of the party."
"I was never alone with her!" he said, growing angry.
"Then who was it? I saw two heads with blond hair-"
"That's right," he interrupted her. "You just saw two blond heads. You didn't see the faces. There are plenty of people who are blond haired. It wasn't me, I swear."
Ginny knew he was right. There were plenty of people with blond hair. Still, she didn't know whether to believe him or not. She thought he was telling the truth. His tone of voice told her so, but she had stopped trusting him a long time ago, and she didn't want to start trusting him now.
"What about the lipstick that was on your face?"
"Pansy forced herself on me," he replied.
Ginny doubted it, but she didn't reply. Instead she turned away from him and picked her quill back up. "I have to get these finished," she said quietly.
"You do believe me, don't you?" he said.
She didn't repond or look at him. "I need to get these done."
"Why would I cheat on you if I'm trying to gain your trust? That would be pure sutpidity, wouldn't it? Believe me, I didn't cheat on you and I never will."
She glanced at the clock. "I better go to bed," she said, pushing her chair away from the table. She got up. "Would you like the bed or the couch?"
"You can have the bed," he said.
"You're too kind," she said sarcastically under her breath.
"I can be much kinder," he said suggestively.
"I don't doubt that," she said.
"Oh, so you know. Would you like me to demonstrate how nice I can be?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I must say no," she said playfully.
"When's the last time I kissed you?"
I wouldn't know, or care," she lied, her heart beginning to quicken.
"Hmm," he said in disbelief.
"I'm not kidding," she said unconvincingly.
"Now you have ME doubting YOU."
She shrugged. "Haven't you always?"
"No. But I'm sure you've doubted me plenty of times."
Shve gave him a small smile. "It's only natural for any human to doubt YOU."
"Ouch," he smiled.
She laughed. "Why can't you always be this pleasant instead of always trying to seduce me?"
"You're hard not to seduce. Plus, it's part of my nature."
"And you've practiced your games of seduction plenty in your life, I'm sure. I believe you could go pro."
"I think I did a long time ago," he said.
"You're impossible."
"You're beautiful."
"I WILL grow old and lose my looks, you know," she said.
"That's impossible. You'll always remain beautiful," in my eyes, he added silently to himself.
She sighed. "Draco Malfoy, you flatter too much."
"Would you like me to shut up?"
"Yes please."
"I'll have to kiss you then," he moved towards her.
She shrieked and quickly moved away from him, laughing. "See? You're trying to seduce me again. Can't you ever keep your mouth where it belongs?"
"On you? Yes I can."
"You're twisting my words."
"Did you know the wedding's only about a month away?"
The laughter faded from Ginny's warm brown eyes. "Yes, I know."
"I shouldn't've brought it up. You don't seem happy about it. Trust me, you'll like it, I'll make sure of that. Why don't you just make the best of it?"
"You're right," she walked past him, softly brushing her arms against his. She felt his muscles tighten. She made her way to the bed and laid down. She closed her eyes and sighed. The day when she would become Draco's wife was barely a month away. She knew that she would give herself to him on their wedding night. He controlled her senses and emotions like he controlled the house elves. Resisiting him was like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands. It was impossible.
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As the days slipped by, Ginny began to panic. Her nerves were so raw that she snapped at anyone who tried to talk to her. Draco didn't approach her, since he knew she was in a touchy mood. He hadn't touched or kissed her in nearly a month and it was killing him.
Then it was a week before the wedding, and the whole manor smelled of delicious cooking food. Ginny barely ate or slept, and was constantly scolded by Hermione.
"Eat Ginny," Hermione had ordered her on one occasion when she had come to visit at the manor. "You have to eat or you'll be too skinny for your wedding dress and it won't fit. Get some sleep too. Bags are starting to form under your eyes. You want to look beautiful for your wedding, don't you?"
After that Ginny forced herself to eat and have at least eight hours of sleep every night. Finally the day before the wedding came. Hermione and Tilly had come over to relief Ginny of her duties of making sure that everything was where it was uppose to be. They had sent Ginny to her room and ordered her to take a long hot bath. Not having nothing else to do, Ginny obeyed. She stayed in the tub until the water turned cold and her hands and feet pruned up. She wrapped a bathrobe around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. She went to look out the window and saw chairs being set up in the garden by hired wizards, since the elves were too small to handle the rather large chairs.
She sighed and rubbed her stiff neck. A pair of large warm hands covered hers, immediately taking over. Ginny let her arms fall to her side and tilted her head back to see Draco.
"You know, you could be a spy. You're quiet in your movements," she said as he massaged her neck through the thick cloth of the bathrobe.
"I want to be your lover, not a spy," he replied.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head in the crook of his neck, his talented hands loosening the muscles in her neck. She felt his hands pull the neck of the bathrobe down to her shoulders. She opened her eyes, and her mouth formed a word of protest, but both closed as the warmth of his hands came in contact with her neck.
"You would make a great masseuse too," she murmured.
"A spy and a masseuse? I prefer neither, thought the masseuse might come in handy with you," he said huskily.
She smiled and concentrated on his hands that knead her soft flesh and sent every nerve in her body tingling. She sighed in contentment.
"I could fall asleep," she said.
"Why don't you?"
"Can't. Too much to do."
He kissed her neck, leaving a burning mark there. "Hermione and Tilly are here. They've got everything under control."
She inwardly groaned, still feeling the burn where he had kissed her. Why did he do this to her? Surely he must know that she had missed his touch after a month.
His hands left her neck and traveled to her stomach where the tie that held the bathrobe to her body was. He tugged gently on a string, but was stopped by Ginny's hands.
"No," she said. "You know damn well I have nothing on under this."
"What's wrong with that?" he ran his lips down her neck. Then he planted kisses from her neck to her shoulder. Ginny watched in awe as his mouth burned a trail to her shoulder, only to stop where the bathrobe was blocking his further exploration. He groaned in frustration. "Who knew that a bathrobe would become my worst enemy?"
Ginny laughed. "Well it's become my best friend. It helps me keep explorers at bay."
"Not if I can help it," he said. He slowly moved the bathrobe down her arm, making sure his fingers caressed her arm, with his mouth following the path of his hand.
Ginny had been holding her breath, unaware of everything else except his pleasing mouth. Her other hand that he wasn't kissing flew to her chest and clutched at the bathrobe that hid her breasts, for it too had began to slip. She realized her mistake, as with a triumphant cry, he undid the tie. The hand that wasn't holding the cloth at her chest moved quickly to her midsection, seeking out the bathrobe. He laughed and held her hand away from the bathrobe. He moved in front of her and slipped one hand into the bathrobe and behind her waist. It traveled lower and stopped at her buttocks. He squeezed a cheek, making Ginny giggle, and pulled her closer.
"I need both my hands to please and explore you, darling. Promise you're not going to try to escape if I let your hand go?"
Ginny nodded and felt him release her hand. She was about to move away from him when she felt his hand on her inner thigh. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped.
"Oh Ginny, you broke your promise," his voice was deep with passion. "Now you have to be punished."
Ginny moaned at his promise as his hand traveled higher, coming in slight contact with her hair. She moved to get closer to his hand that was giving her such pleasure, but he moved it away.
"Draco," she breathed. "Oh please touch me."
When she said his name, it was like a caress that sent the blood to his groin. He scolded himself for wearing such tight fitting jeans. His hands went back to her waist and Ginny groaned in protest at the loss of his hands where she wanted and needed him the most.
"No," she protested weakly.
"I told you you had to pay the price," he captured her pouting lips in his. His gaze penetrated hers as he explored her mouth. She tasted of toothpaste. They stared at each other as Draco continued to kiss her. His hands went to seek out her breasts and found a hardened nipple. He stroked it with his thumb, his eyes shining in triumph as her eyes closed briefly and she sighed in pleasure. He gave the other nipple the same attention and enjoyed her moans as he teased her.
Then he suddenly stepped away from her as she swayed on the spot and looked at him with glazed eyes. "Why-" she began thickly.
"I have to give you anticipation for tomorrow night. Just think of it as a sample of what's to come tomorrow," he smirked.
"You bast-"
He held his finger to her mouth. "We'll finish tomorrow, I promise. It'll be much more pleasing than this, and I promise you you'll be teased so much more than you were just a few seconds ago."
"More teased?" Ginny repeated through the fog that was swirling in her head.
"Oh so much more. You'll be begging me to take you."
"I will not," she said, her voice betraying the very little confidence she had in those three words.
He laughed. "You are stubborn, Weasley. You refuse to admit some things even when it's staring you in the face."
"I can tease you too," she said challengingly.
Draco didn't deny it. Hell, she could make him get on all fours and beg if she wanted to. She had the power, but she didn't know how to use it, and Draco looked forward to the day when she did.
He moved to her, and Ginny's mouth immediately parted, expecting a kiss. Draco took the robe's strings in each of his hand and pulled them, causing Ginny to stumble against him. He looked down and smiled at her as he tied the strings back into a bow.
Ginny thought his smile should be considered the deadliest weapon alive. It made her brain turn to mush and her legs to jelly.
"I'm going to go over to Damius'," he bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back later."
He gave her one last smile and went out the door.
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There you go! Please tell me if you want me to write out what they did on their honeymoon. I still have the wedding to write, but after that it's the honeymoon so tell me, OK? Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will hopefully be out soon!
super sailor saturn39
Matira Beach, Bora Bora, Tahitian Islands
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Ginny's days after the party was full of planning for the wedding which was drawing closer quicker than Ginny would've liked. Narcissa was a big pain, disagreeing with Ginny on everything. Ginny had finally given up on trying to get along with her. She had put Narcissa in charge of the food and decorations since she was pretty good at it, while Ginny picked the place where she wanted the wedding. She settled willingly for the garden. The reception would be held outside under a huge tent that was almost as big as the ballroom. The tent was to be of white silk that was so thin that you could see through it (AN: I got that idea from The Wedding Planner). The floor of the tent would be wooden, with a platform at the end of the tent for the band.
There was an arguement between Ginny and Narcissa about what kind of flowers would be used to decorate the arch where Ginny and Draco would make their vows. Ginny had picked lillies of the valley and Narcissa had chosen white roses.
Hermione, Tilly, and Ginny had gone shopping for her wedding dress. They had fun in trying on all the wedding dresses, exclaiming over each one. One particular dress made all three gasp in awe. It was white and had spaghetti straps with thousands of little diamonds that decorated the top. The skirt was billowy and had layers upon layers of see through silk (AN: sorry, I'm not good with describing the wedding dress). The veil was required to be pinned on. It went down all the way to her waist. She got matching high heeled shoes. The straps on it were white and thin, criss-crossing her feet, with a diamon clasp on the side.
Invitations were sent out immediately. Ginny's nights were filled with writing, addressing, and planning, since she had to work during the day. Tilly had suggested that Ginny take off work for a while and concentrate on her wedding. Ginny had stubbornly refused to listen to her.
She had great difficulty in choosing her Maid of Honor, but finally decided on Hermione since Ginny had know Hermione far longer than she had known Tilly. Tilly had taken the news well, smiling enthusiastically and babbling about the bridemaids' dresses. They decided on a pale blue color. The dresses were all identical. They were strapless, and their skirts were also billowy.
The flowers took a while to order since Narcissa and Ginny couldn't come to an agreement on them. They were for the reception, since they wouldn't need any flowers for the wedding, because it was in the garden, which of course, had many different and colorful flowers. Ginny let Narcissa handle the food, and she knew that the house elves would be busy cooking when they were a couple of weeks away from the wedding.
Draco didn't bother them. He was mostly with Damius, enjoying his last couple months of "bachelorhood" Damius had laughingly told her. He usually came home around supper time. He didn't bother Ginny during the night, knowing that she was tired.
One night while Ginny was grading some papers for her class, Draco brought up their honeymoon.
"There are many places we can go," he said.
Ginny looked up from her papers, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I've always wanted to go to the ocean. The water a sky blue in color, and so clear that you could see to the bottom of the ocean. White sandy beaches stretching for miles, no civilization in sight. Palm tree waving in the-" she stopped herself. Draco was smiling at her.
"Go on," he encouraged.
"It was just a thought," she turned back to her papers. She bit her lip, afraid that he was going to laugh at her silly idea. He probably just wanted to go wherever the hell and make love to her.
Draco got up from his chair and came behind her. He bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. "It's a very good thought. We'll find a place fitting your description, all right?"
She nodded. "All right."
He knelt and took her hand. "You will let me make love to you on our wedding night, won't you?"
She looked into his beautiful gray eyes, seeing the need that was there. Ginny gently pulled her hand from him. "I-I don't know," she said uncertainly. "I've been so busy I haven't had time to think these things over." Actually she had, but the memory of the two figures in the corridor making love still lingered in her mind.
"You know I will make love to you. I've waited too long. When we were together at Hogwarts, it was pure torture for me not to make love to you. I had to contain my need for you for four years. I can wait a couple more months."
She wondered if he had taken his sexual frustrations out on other girls when they were dating during Hogwarts. "Why don't you go satisfy your needs with Panys?" she couldn't stop herself.
He scowled. "What are you talking about? I haven't touched that woman for months."
"Months?" Ginny scoffed. "I don't think so. I saw you two in the corridor on the night of the party."
"I was never alone with her!" he said, growing angry.
"Then who was it? I saw two heads with blond hair-"
"That's right," he interrupted her. "You just saw two blond heads. You didn't see the faces. There are plenty of people who are blond haired. It wasn't me, I swear."
Ginny knew he was right. There were plenty of people with blond hair. Still, she didn't know whether to believe him or not. She thought he was telling the truth. His tone of voice told her so, but she had stopped trusting him a long time ago, and she didn't want to start trusting him now.
"What about the lipstick that was on your face?"
"Pansy forced herself on me," he replied.
Ginny doubted it, but she didn't reply. Instead she turned away from him and picked her quill back up. "I have to get these finished," she said quietly.
"You do believe me, don't you?" he said.
She didn't repond or look at him. "I need to get these done."
"Why would I cheat on you if I'm trying to gain your trust? That would be pure sutpidity, wouldn't it? Believe me, I didn't cheat on you and I never will."
She glanced at the clock. "I better go to bed," she said, pushing her chair away from the table. She got up. "Would you like the bed or the couch?"
"You can have the bed," he said.
"You're too kind," she said sarcastically under her breath.
"I can be much kinder," he said suggestively.
"I don't doubt that," she said.
"Oh, so you know. Would you like me to demonstrate how nice I can be?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I must say no," she said playfully.
"When's the last time I kissed you?"
I wouldn't know, or care," she lied, her heart beginning to quicken.
"Hmm," he said in disbelief.
"I'm not kidding," she said unconvincingly.
"Now you have ME doubting YOU."
She shrugged. "Haven't you always?"
"No. But I'm sure you've doubted me plenty of times."
Shve gave him a small smile. "It's only natural for any human to doubt YOU."
"Ouch," he smiled.
She laughed. "Why can't you always be this pleasant instead of always trying to seduce me?"
"You're hard not to seduce. Plus, it's part of my nature."
"And you've practiced your games of seduction plenty in your life, I'm sure. I believe you could go pro."
"I think I did a long time ago," he said.
"You're impossible."
"You're beautiful."
"I WILL grow old and lose my looks, you know," she said.
"That's impossible. You'll always remain beautiful," in my eyes, he added silently to himself.
She sighed. "Draco Malfoy, you flatter too much."
"Would you like me to shut up?"
"Yes please."
"I'll have to kiss you then," he moved towards her.
She shrieked and quickly moved away from him, laughing. "See? You're trying to seduce me again. Can't you ever keep your mouth where it belongs?"
"On you? Yes I can."
"You're twisting my words."
"Did you know the wedding's only about a month away?"
The laughter faded from Ginny's warm brown eyes. "Yes, I know."
"I shouldn't've brought it up. You don't seem happy about it. Trust me, you'll like it, I'll make sure of that. Why don't you just make the best of it?"
"You're right," she walked past him, softly brushing her arms against his. She felt his muscles tighten. She made her way to the bed and laid down. She closed her eyes and sighed. The day when she would become Draco's wife was barely a month away. She knew that she would give herself to him on their wedding night. He controlled her senses and emotions like he controlled the house elves. Resisiting him was like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands. It was impossible.
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As the days slipped by, Ginny began to panic. Her nerves were so raw that she snapped at anyone who tried to talk to her. Draco didn't approach her, since he knew she was in a touchy mood. He hadn't touched or kissed her in nearly a month and it was killing him.
Then it was a week before the wedding, and the whole manor smelled of delicious cooking food. Ginny barely ate or slept, and was constantly scolded by Hermione.
"Eat Ginny," Hermione had ordered her on one occasion when she had come to visit at the manor. "You have to eat or you'll be too skinny for your wedding dress and it won't fit. Get some sleep too. Bags are starting to form under your eyes. You want to look beautiful for your wedding, don't you?"
After that Ginny forced herself to eat and have at least eight hours of sleep every night. Finally the day before the wedding came. Hermione and Tilly had come over to relief Ginny of her duties of making sure that everything was where it was uppose to be. They had sent Ginny to her room and ordered her to take a long hot bath. Not having nothing else to do, Ginny obeyed. She stayed in the tub until the water turned cold and her hands and feet pruned up. She wrapped a bathrobe around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. She went to look out the window and saw chairs being set up in the garden by hired wizards, since the elves were too small to handle the rather large chairs.
She sighed and rubbed her stiff neck. A pair of large warm hands covered hers, immediately taking over. Ginny let her arms fall to her side and tilted her head back to see Draco.
"You know, you could be a spy. You're quiet in your movements," she said as he massaged her neck through the thick cloth of the bathrobe.
"I want to be your lover, not a spy," he replied.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head in the crook of his neck, his talented hands loosening the muscles in her neck. She felt his hands pull the neck of the bathrobe down to her shoulders. She opened her eyes, and her mouth formed a word of protest, but both closed as the warmth of his hands came in contact with her neck.
"You would make a great masseuse too," she murmured.
"A spy and a masseuse? I prefer neither, thought the masseuse might come in handy with you," he said huskily.
She smiled and concentrated on his hands that knead her soft flesh and sent every nerve in her body tingling. She sighed in contentment.
"I could fall asleep," she said.
"Why don't you?"
"Can't. Too much to do."
He kissed her neck, leaving a burning mark there. "Hermione and Tilly are here. They've got everything under control."
She inwardly groaned, still feeling the burn where he had kissed her. Why did he do this to her? Surely he must know that she had missed his touch after a month.
His hands left her neck and traveled to her stomach where the tie that held the bathrobe to her body was. He tugged gently on a string, but was stopped by Ginny's hands.
"No," she said. "You know damn well I have nothing on under this."
"What's wrong with that?" he ran his lips down her neck. Then he planted kisses from her neck to her shoulder. Ginny watched in awe as his mouth burned a trail to her shoulder, only to stop where the bathrobe was blocking his further exploration. He groaned in frustration. "Who knew that a bathrobe would become my worst enemy?"
Ginny laughed. "Well it's become my best friend. It helps me keep explorers at bay."
"Not if I can help it," he said. He slowly moved the bathrobe down her arm, making sure his fingers caressed her arm, with his mouth following the path of his hand.
Ginny had been holding her breath, unaware of everything else except his pleasing mouth. Her other hand that he wasn't kissing flew to her chest and clutched at the bathrobe that hid her breasts, for it too had began to slip. She realized her mistake, as with a triumphant cry, he undid the tie. The hand that wasn't holding the cloth at her chest moved quickly to her midsection, seeking out the bathrobe. He laughed and held her hand away from the bathrobe. He moved in front of her and slipped one hand into the bathrobe and behind her waist. It traveled lower and stopped at her buttocks. He squeezed a cheek, making Ginny giggle, and pulled her closer.
"I need both my hands to please and explore you, darling. Promise you're not going to try to escape if I let your hand go?"
Ginny nodded and felt him release her hand. She was about to move away from him when she felt his hand on her inner thigh. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped.
"Oh Ginny, you broke your promise," his voice was deep with passion. "Now you have to be punished."
Ginny moaned at his promise as his hand traveled higher, coming in slight contact with her hair. She moved to get closer to his hand that was giving her such pleasure, but he moved it away.
"Draco," she breathed. "Oh please touch me."
When she said his name, it was like a caress that sent the blood to his groin. He scolded himself for wearing such tight fitting jeans. His hands went back to her waist and Ginny groaned in protest at the loss of his hands where she wanted and needed him the most.
"No," she protested weakly.
"I told you you had to pay the price," he captured her pouting lips in his. His gaze penetrated hers as he explored her mouth. She tasted of toothpaste. They stared at each other as Draco continued to kiss her. His hands went to seek out her breasts and found a hardened nipple. He stroked it with his thumb, his eyes shining in triumph as her eyes closed briefly and she sighed in pleasure. He gave the other nipple the same attention and enjoyed her moans as he teased her.
Then he suddenly stepped away from her as she swayed on the spot and looked at him with glazed eyes. "Why-" she began thickly.
"I have to give you anticipation for tomorrow night. Just think of it as a sample of what's to come tomorrow," he smirked.
"You bast-"
He held his finger to her mouth. "We'll finish tomorrow, I promise. It'll be much more pleasing than this, and I promise you you'll be teased so much more than you were just a few seconds ago."
"More teased?" Ginny repeated through the fog that was swirling in her head.
"Oh so much more. You'll be begging me to take you."
"I will not," she said, her voice betraying the very little confidence she had in those three words.
He laughed. "You are stubborn, Weasley. You refuse to admit some things even when it's staring you in the face."
"I can tease you too," she said challengingly.
Draco didn't deny it. Hell, she could make him get on all fours and beg if she wanted to. She had the power, but she didn't know how to use it, and Draco looked forward to the day when she did.
He moved to her, and Ginny's mouth immediately parted, expecting a kiss. Draco took the robe's strings in each of his hand and pulled them, causing Ginny to stumble against him. He looked down and smiled at her as he tied the strings back into a bow.
Ginny thought his smile should be considered the deadliest weapon alive. It made her brain turn to mush and her legs to jelly.
"I'm going to go over to Damius'," he bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back later."
He gave her one last smile and went out the door.
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There you go! Please tell me if you want me to write out what they did on their honeymoon. I still have the wedding to write, but after that it's the honeymoon so tell me, OK? Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will hopefully be out soon!
super sailor saturn39
Matira Beach, Bora Bora, Tahitian Islands