Chapter Five – A Date with Malfoy
In reality, her relationship with Draco didn't change much after she said she would have an emotional relationship with him. They still had sex more than they talked. But the sex was different. Draco was more gentle, more caring with how he treated her body.
Ginny was waiting outside of the room of requirement. Draco was late. Usually she was the one to make him wait. She quietly tapped her foot on the tiled floor.
Suddenly he appeared. "Sorry about that, Ginny," he said sheepishly. He was holding a parcel in his arms.
Ginny shrugged. "I'm sure you have your reasons, Malfoy," she told him.
"How many times do I have to ask you to call me Draco?" he asked.
"Apparently at least one more time," Ginny said, smiling.
Draco nodded, and walked in front of the Room of Requirement. He led her inside and she gasped.
Normally, all Draco thought of was a mattress where they could have sex. Tonight was different. There was a table in one corner of the room. The table had a white linen tablecloth and two candles were lit. In the other corner was a bed. A beautiful bed, with a silk down comforter and satin sheets. Ginny didn't know what to say.
Finally Ginny found her voice. "This is wonderful, Draco. What's the occasion?" she asked.
"You don't know?" Draco asked, looking slightly hurt.
Ginny shook her head. "I don't. Should I?"
"Doesn't matter," Draco said softly, moving to the table. He unwrapped the parcel that had been in his arms and started bringing out food.
"It's our month anniversary," he said. "I didn't really expect you to remember."
"It's been a month already?" Ginny asked. She had no idea it had been that long.
Draco nodded, and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her fully on the lips. Ginny closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensation of the kiss, of his tongue gently stroking hers.
Ginny broke away first. "Happy anniversary, then," she said, smiling. She felt bad. She hadn't kept her word with Draco. She had promised him an emotional relationship, which she really had not given him. But how could she tell him she was saving herself for Tom?
"Let's eat," Draco said, leading Ginny to the elegant table. The place settings were china and the silver wear looked to be made of real silver. Ginny had never seen such an elegant table before in her life.
Her served her chicken with a wine sauce. It was so different than the food she was used to. Mum usually only served simple food, having to make so many portions. Nothing like this. Ginny savored each bite. Halfway through the meal, he opened up a bottle of wine. A dark, delicious red wine.
She and Draco conversed easily over the meal. "Did the house elves make this for you?" she asked, the wine having gone to her head.
Draco nodded. "I simply told them a would be sharing a special evening with someone, and this is what they gave me."
"Lovely," she said softly. Every thought left her head. Tom...the Death Eaters...all she could think about was this moment.
Draco stood up suddenly and waved his wand and a radio. Slow, sultry music started playing. He walked over to Ginny and held out his hand. "Dance with me," he said softly.
Ginny smiled and placed her hand in his. They walked away from the table. Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny. She put her hands around his neck, and together they swayed to the music.
They danced. When Draco was stroking her hair, Ginny realized something. Something significant. She hadn't called for Tom in a week. Before, she would want to call for him all of the time, to keep her from feeling lonely. But she didn't seem to need his company anymore. Granted, she still desperately wanted him with her, but she didn't need him anymore.
When the song ended, Draco lowered his head and kissed her gently. She could taste the wine on his lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue started exploring. Ginny ran her fingernails down his back and she could hear him sigh.
Without warning, Draco picked her up and took her to the beautiful sleigh bed that was in the corner. Ginny let her hands glide over the dark green satin sheets. Draco laid on top of her, kissing her neck. She started nibbling on his ear.
Slowly, he started unbuttoning the blouse that she wearing. Ginny let her hand slide up the back of the jumper he was wearing. She could feel the muscles in his back. Using feather light touches, she walked her hand down his back.
"Fuck that feels good," Draco moaned.
Ginny just smiled. Finally Draco got her blouse off, and wasted no time in also removing her bra. She watched him take in her breasts. Ginny made a move to take his jumper off, but he did it himself.
Draco may have been on the slender side, but quidditch had certainly filled him out. She started making lazy circles with her fingers on his chest.
Then Draco lowered his head and started caressing one of her breasts with his tongue. He gently squeezed and tugged at the other breast. Ginny just closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensation.
Then Draco quickly moved to take off the rest of her clothes. She laid there, naked, staring at him. He seemed to take in every inch of her body. "You're beautiful," he said softly, as his hands started to go lower.
Her usual answer to that statement was 'You say that every time.' Tonight, she smiled and simply said "Thank you."
Ginny made a tiny gasp as Draco started stroking the folds between her legs. She started moving her hips, and just as she was about to release, he pulled his hand away.
Thankfully, Draco shedded the rest of his clothes quickly, and plunged into her sex. Everything was different tonight. Normally, he started thrusting away until he had his own orgasm.
Now he was taking his time. Ginny lifted her legs around her waist, to allow him to go deeper into her. Draco moaned out her name.
She started matching his thrusts with her own. Her hands gripped the sheets. She was so close to going over the edge. So close. But any moment now, Draco would stop and get off of her.
Ginny was on fire. She grinded underneath him. She wanted to release. She needed to release.
"Please don't stop," she begged.
This seemed to surprise Draco, and he lost his rhythm. Ginny grasped his hips, and pulled him in to her, and helped him find her again.
"So close..." she moaned.
Draco started pumping even harder, and before she knew it, she was lost in her orgasm. A moment later, Draco spilled into her, and collapsed on top of her.
Catching her breath, Ginny looked at the ceiling in amazement. Draco never let her finish before. Never. It was an odd sensation. Before, the only orgasms she had were when Tom was with her. And now Draco had the power to push her over the edge.
Draco rolled off of her, gently pushed Ginny onto her side, and wrapped his arm around her.
"Any chance I could get you to stay the night?" he said, stroking her hair.
"Maybe," she said teasingly.
Ginny let herself drift into sleep. A few hours later, Draco rolled over, which woke her up. And then Draco woke up.
He turned around and looked at her. Moving a stray piece of hair out of her face, he asked, "Do you think you could ever love me, Ginny?"
Ginny thought about that for a moment. She needed Tom, wanted Tom. She didn't have room in her life to be consumed by another man.
She didn't want to hurt him. "I don't know, Draco," she said, seeing the evident hurt written across his face.
"You don't know," he said flatly.
"My life is...complicated," she told him. "I don't know if I could love any man."
"Do you love him?" Draco asked. Ginny didn't even need to ask whom Draco meant by 'him.'
"I'm not sure. Right now, he's two people. It's hard to handle sometimes," Ginny told him honestly.
"I see," Draco said in such a way that it was obvious that he didn't understand at all.
"I want to be honest with you, Draco," Ginny said softly.
"Thank you," he told her, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
Ginny gave him a small smile, and Draco wrapped his arms around her. Together, they slept through the night.
In reality, her relationship with Draco didn't change much after she said she would have an emotional relationship with him. They still had sex more than they talked. But the sex was different. Draco was more gentle, more caring with how he treated her body.
Ginny was waiting outside of the room of requirement. Draco was late. Usually she was the one to make him wait. She quietly tapped her foot on the tiled floor.
Suddenly he appeared. "Sorry about that, Ginny," he said sheepishly. He was holding a parcel in his arms.
Ginny shrugged. "I'm sure you have your reasons, Malfoy," she told him.
"How many times do I have to ask you to call me Draco?" he asked.
"Apparently at least one more time," Ginny said, smiling.
Draco nodded, and walked in front of the Room of Requirement. He led her inside and she gasped.
Normally, all Draco thought of was a mattress where they could have sex. Tonight was different. There was a table in one corner of the room. The table had a white linen tablecloth and two candles were lit. In the other corner was a bed. A beautiful bed, with a silk down comforter and satin sheets. Ginny didn't know what to say.
Finally Ginny found her voice. "This is wonderful, Draco. What's the occasion?" she asked.
"You don't know?" Draco asked, looking slightly hurt.
Ginny shook her head. "I don't. Should I?"
"Doesn't matter," Draco said softly, moving to the table. He unwrapped the parcel that had been in his arms and started bringing out food.
"It's our month anniversary," he said. "I didn't really expect you to remember."
"It's been a month already?" Ginny asked. She had no idea it had been that long.
Draco nodded, and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her fully on the lips. Ginny closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensation of the kiss, of his tongue gently stroking hers.
Ginny broke away first. "Happy anniversary, then," she said, smiling. She felt bad. She hadn't kept her word with Draco. She had promised him an emotional relationship, which she really had not given him. But how could she tell him she was saving herself for Tom?
"Let's eat," Draco said, leading Ginny to the elegant table. The place settings were china and the silver wear looked to be made of real silver. Ginny had never seen such an elegant table before in her life.
Her served her chicken with a wine sauce. It was so different than the food she was used to. Mum usually only served simple food, having to make so many portions. Nothing like this. Ginny savored each bite. Halfway through the meal, he opened up a bottle of wine. A dark, delicious red wine.
She and Draco conversed easily over the meal. "Did the house elves make this for you?" she asked, the wine having gone to her head.
Draco nodded. "I simply told them a would be sharing a special evening with someone, and this is what they gave me."
"Lovely," she said softly. Every thought left her head. Tom...the Death Eaters...all she could think about was this moment.
Draco stood up suddenly and waved his wand and a radio. Slow, sultry music started playing. He walked over to Ginny and held out his hand. "Dance with me," he said softly.
Ginny smiled and placed her hand in his. They walked away from the table. Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny. She put her hands around his neck, and together they swayed to the music.
They danced. When Draco was stroking her hair, Ginny realized something. Something significant. She hadn't called for Tom in a week. Before, she would want to call for him all of the time, to keep her from feeling lonely. But she didn't seem to need his company anymore. Granted, she still desperately wanted him with her, but she didn't need him anymore.
When the song ended, Draco lowered his head and kissed her gently. She could taste the wine on his lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue started exploring. Ginny ran her fingernails down his back and she could hear him sigh.
Without warning, Draco picked her up and took her to the beautiful sleigh bed that was in the corner. Ginny let her hands glide over the dark green satin sheets. Draco laid on top of her, kissing her neck. She started nibbling on his ear.
Slowly, he started unbuttoning the blouse that she wearing. Ginny let her hand slide up the back of the jumper he was wearing. She could feel the muscles in his back. Using feather light touches, she walked her hand down his back.
"Fuck that feels good," Draco moaned.
Ginny just smiled. Finally Draco got her blouse off, and wasted no time in also removing her bra. She watched him take in her breasts. Ginny made a move to take his jumper off, but he did it himself.
Draco may have been on the slender side, but quidditch had certainly filled him out. She started making lazy circles with her fingers on his chest.
Then Draco lowered his head and started caressing one of her breasts with his tongue. He gently squeezed and tugged at the other breast. Ginny just closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensation.
Then Draco quickly moved to take off the rest of her clothes. She laid there, naked, staring at him. He seemed to take in every inch of her body. "You're beautiful," he said softly, as his hands started to go lower.
Her usual answer to that statement was 'You say that every time.' Tonight, she smiled and simply said "Thank you."
Ginny made a tiny gasp as Draco started stroking the folds between her legs. She started moving her hips, and just as she was about to release, he pulled his hand away.
Thankfully, Draco shedded the rest of his clothes quickly, and plunged into her sex. Everything was different tonight. Normally, he started thrusting away until he had his own orgasm.
Now he was taking his time. Ginny lifted her legs around her waist, to allow him to go deeper into her. Draco moaned out her name.
She started matching his thrusts with her own. Her hands gripped the sheets. She was so close to going over the edge. So close. But any moment now, Draco would stop and get off of her.
Ginny was on fire. She grinded underneath him. She wanted to release. She needed to release.
"Please don't stop," she begged.
This seemed to surprise Draco, and he lost his rhythm. Ginny grasped his hips, and pulled him in to her, and helped him find her again.
"So close..." she moaned.
Draco started pumping even harder, and before she knew it, she was lost in her orgasm. A moment later, Draco spilled into her, and collapsed on top of her.
Catching her breath, Ginny looked at the ceiling in amazement. Draco never let her finish before. Never. It was an odd sensation. Before, the only orgasms she had were when Tom was with her. And now Draco had the power to push her over the edge.
Draco rolled off of her, gently pushed Ginny onto her side, and wrapped his arm around her.
"Any chance I could get you to stay the night?" he said, stroking her hair.
"Maybe," she said teasingly.
Ginny let herself drift into sleep. A few hours later, Draco rolled over, which woke her up. And then Draco woke up.
He turned around and looked at her. Moving a stray piece of hair out of her face, he asked, "Do you think you could ever love me, Ginny?"
Ginny thought about that for a moment. She needed Tom, wanted Tom. She didn't have room in her life to be consumed by another man.
She didn't want to hurt him. "I don't know, Draco," she said, seeing the evident hurt written across his face.
"You don't know," he said flatly.
"My life is...complicated," she told him. "I don't know if I could love any man."
"Do you love him?" Draco asked. Ginny didn't even need to ask whom Draco meant by 'him.'
"I'm not sure. Right now, he's two people. It's hard to handle sometimes," Ginny told him honestly.
"I see," Draco said in such a way that it was obvious that he didn't understand at all.
"I want to be honest with you, Draco," Ginny said softly.
"Thank you," he told her, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
Ginny gave him a small smile, and Draco wrapped his arms around her. Together, they slept through the night.