A/N: Sorry this one took me so long. The holidays got me really busy, which doesn't sound right, but hey. You know how it goes. Happy holidays, some belated! And another chapter that begins from Ginny's P.O.V.

WARNING: This chapter contains a sexual encounter. There is some nudity prior to the actual sex, though, so…that's your warning.

After I sent Draco's repaired jumper off to him, I went back to Gryffindor Tower, still contemplating his condition, as well as that last kiss. The passion in it was startling. I sat in the Common Room by myself for a while, staring into the flames and wondering what it was that I actually felt and with whom those emotions were associated.

My reverie was interrupted when Hermione came in, grumbling about something or other. "Hello, 'Mione," I said, standing up and straightening my skirt. Of the three members of Hogwarts' Dream Team, I liked Hermione best. My brother I loved because he was my brother—Harry was alright, I suppose. With the whole attempted rape scandal cleared up, I had no reason not to tolerate him.

"Hi, Ginny. Can we talk?" she asked, catching my eyes with a pleading look.

"Yeah, of course," I replied, walking over to her with a smile.

She sighed in relief and then groaned. "Your brother is such a…" she trailed off, running a hand through her hair. "There's not even a word for it!" she exclaimed.

"Calm down, 'Mione," I said levelly, leading the way into my dormitory. She followed me inside, made sure nobody else was there, closed the door, locked it with about five charms, and then silenced it to be sure nobody was listening in on our conversation. We both took a seat on my bed and got comfortable. "Now. What's the problem?" I asked.

"Ron is such a prat!" she exclaimed.

"What did he do now?" I asked, relaxing. This was commonplace. Ron often did things that vexed Hermione, and I was always the one to hear about them first.

"Well, on our way back from the battle, I was talking about how glad I was this was all over, because it meant that I could really get down to studying for N.E.W.T.s. And he made fun of me!"

I nodded slowly. "Yes, that sounds like Ron," I replied, leaning back against the headboard of my bed. "Classic, really."

"It was so out of line and—Ginny, when did you get that?" she asked, pointing above my head. Puzzled, I turned and looked. Above the headboard, I'd hung the picture Draco gave me as my Christmas present.

"Oh, that? A while ago. Why?"

"Where did you get it?" She seemed confused, which was unusual. I wondered why.

"Draco gave it to me."

"Draco gave it to you?"

"Didn't I just say that?" I replied, wondering what she was getting at.

She frowned, crawling over my bed to get a better look at it. "That's odd," she said.

"What's odd?"

"This," she answered, pointing to the bottom right-hand corner of the sketch. I peered at it, not seeing what she was talking about.

"I don't understand. It just looks like a sketch to me."

She shook her head, her bushy hair swaying. "It's more than that," she explained, taking out her wand. She adjusted her finger on the corner of the page, pointing more particularly. I looked where she was pointing, and saw…a small blue squiggle.

"I don't see what the deal is, 'Mione."

"Here, let me show you," she said. "That's a rune. Draco's in Ancient Runes too, so he knows how to use them. This one in particular gives away the fact that he used some kind of glamour. So, basically…he put a glamour on your sketch."

Now it was my turn to frown. "Why would he do that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. But I intend to find out." With that, she set her jaw and pointed her wand at the paper on my wall. "Finite incantatem!" she said firmly, and I watched, fascinated, as the sketched clothing dissolved, leaving me nude on the page. Hermione stared, aghast. I contemplated it, head cocked to one side.

We sat in silence for a while, until Hermione spluttered, "You're naked! He drew you naked!"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah…so?"

"Well, you…you're…you're naked, Ginny!!"

I realized then that I wasn't nearly as disturbed by this as I should have been. "It's…pretty," I said slowly. "Oh…he…." My eyes widened.

"What?!" she demanded.

"He thinks I'm pretty. No…not pretty…beautiful…." The realization hit me like the Hogwarts Express. He thought I was beautiful. He liked me. Obviously not just as a friend. The kisses had been because he needed to kiss me to satisfy the hunger for me that he felt…I was stunned.

"Ginny?" asked Hermione hesitantly.

"Huh?" I replied, blinking.

"I said that it's weird."

"No…no, it's not. He thinks I'm beautiful, 'Mione. He wants me."

"…So? It's still weird!"

I shook my head. "No, it makes perfect sense. He didn't want to say anything to me and…oh Merlin." I hit myself on the forehead with the flat of my hand.

"What? What is it?"

"I have to go, 'Mione. I have to go see him. Now."

"Well, whatever for?" she asked, confused.

"To tell him I like him too."

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I heard a knock on my door and stood, stretching. I wondered who would be knocking on my door at this hour, but I said nothing. Still wearing the jumper, I went to the door and opened it, to see Ginny. "Oh, hi, Gi—" I began, only to be cut off by her lips on mine.

She rested her palms on my chest, pushing me inside. She kicked the door shut, her lips hot as flame against mine. I broke the kiss, confused. "What—"

She placed a finger on my lips. "Shh," she said, before kissing me again, a burning, passionate kiss full of mystery and hunger. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself against me, her curves molding into my angles. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach, which I found rather endearing.

This time, I let her take her time. Finally she broke the kiss and looked up at me, her chocolate eyes swirling with emotion. "I should've seen it before," she said softly, lifting a hand to caress my cheek. I leaned my head into the softness of that hand as she continued. "I should've realized you care…a long time ago." She took both hands and held my face, bringing it down so she could kiss my cheeks and my forehead and then my lips again. "You love me."

I tried to speak, but she shook her head. "You don't need to say anything, Draco," she said, running a hand through my white hair. "Something else I should've seen a long time ago…I love you, too." With that, she kissed me again, with all the fire and passion I had always seen in her and longed to be mine. And now, suddenly, my dreams had all come true.

She pressed her tongue against my lips, and I parted them, silently giving her permission to do anything and everything she wanted. I would submit to her—she deserved the dominance I was granting her.

I felt the searing velvet of her tongue rubbing against mine and knew that this was heaven. I didn't bother to argue or fight any of what she did, responding only with a moan deep in the back of my throat. As she ran her tongue over the insides of my cheeks, I shivered, a thrill going down my spine and straight to my groin.

Ginny broke the kiss and giggled softly. "Looks like I got your attention." I blushed as she kissed me again, gently, briefly. "It seems we'll have to fix this little problem." And then, shamelessly, she reached down and placed her hand against my groin and arched an eyebrow with a smirk. "Ooh. Not so little problem." That made me blush even more.

She kissed my neck and then sucked on it, nibbling gently. My knees felt like they might give way. "Come now, Draco…surely you can think of something that might help with that problem, hm?"

I blushed again, not daring to answer. What would I say? A hand job? I didn't need her to do that for me—much as I would have loved it.

She trailed a finger down my jaw, trying to force me to look into her eyes. "No ideas?" she asked, the finger continuing down my neck and down my chest, drawing circles on my torso, traveling ever lower. I bit my lip, shaking my head. "I can think of some," she replied, looking down at her finger. She got up on her tiptoes again and whispered into my ear things that served to excite and embarrass me even more. Something told me Ginny was no stranger to any of them.

She shook her head. "However, I'm afraid that you're wearing too much clothing for any of those." With that, she tugged on the jumper, pulling it up over my head. She took a moment to admire my muscles before she reached down and unbuttoned my pants, unzipping them as well. I flushed a bright red as she made me step out of them. "Bedroom. Now," she ordered, pointing. I nodded and hurried in.

I took a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously. Ginny sauntered in slowly, unbuttoning her blouse. My eyes were riveted on her hands, following them as they undid each and every button, feasting hungrily on the sight of her bare skin. Eventually, her blouse fell away, and she turned around, taking off her skirt as slowly as she'd taken the blouse off. When she was down to her underwear—which, I noted with amusement, was as red as her hair—she turned around, and I was breath taken. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined.

I followed the tantalizing curves of her body with my eyes as she came closer, until she was within reach, and I put out my hands and rested them on her hips gently, trailing them up her sides, my thumbs tracing the outlines of her breasts. I looked up into her eyes with wonder and awe.

Even more wondrous, she leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "Take them off of me. I want you to see me. As I really am."

I nodded, and unclasped her bra, removing it with quick fingers, letting it fall carelessly to the ground as I got up, hooking my thumbs around the waistband of her panties and tugging them down her legs until they pooled on the ground. Still awed, I followed her curves all the way up from her ankles, my hands cupping her breasts gently as I marveled at how soft they were. I went to speak, but she covered my lips with a finger and shook her head. "Don't say a word."

She pushed me down on the bed and, unexpectedly, reached beneath it and removed my sketchbook. "Draw me," she ordered, sitting nude atop my trunk, her arms crossed on the edge of my bed, her head resting in the crook of her arm, one bare breast exposed through the gap between her head and her arms.

I opened the book and flipped to a blank page, going through my process, sketching in every detail that I saw. I went through the whole process—outline, detail, shading—until at last I had it finished and colored (in shades of red and orange, of course) just the way that she was. She stood and crawled over the bed toward me, turning the book to look at it. "You make me look very beautiful, Draco," she said, ruffling my hair with a smile. "Now…let's see if we can't fix your problem."

She put the sketchbook and my pencils away, laying me down on the bed and removing my boxers, freeing my erection. She sat back on her legs for a moment, admiring me. "I wish I could draw," she stated, taking one of my hands in hers. "Because…if I could, I'd want to draw you just like this. Naked, fresh, new, and willing." We locked eyes, and I realized that she knew what I wanted.

She leaned down and kissed me with such force I was sure she'd bruised my lips, pulled away, and then moved across the bed, sitting atop my thighs with my erection just in front of the thatch of fiery hair between her legs. "Now…what to do with you," she said, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "I'm sure I don't know." She grinned wickedly and moved a bit, until I could feel her warm, slick heat pressing against my cock.

Ginny leaned down to kiss me again, getting up on her knees and sliding down slowly, slowly, her warmth enclosing me, gripping me, swallowing me whole. At last she sat down atop me again, her eyes closed. I could feel the muscles in her thighs trembling as she arched her back and got up on her knees again, pulling away from me. I frowned at the loss, watching her as she slid up and down the length of my cock, the pleasure exploding from my groin throughout my whole body.

My mouth fell open slightly as she continued to rise and fall, impaling herself over and over again. I groaned, trying to pump my hips to the rhythm she'd established, but she growled, digging her nails into my chest, which stopped me. I submitted, handing the reins over to her.

I could tell she was nowhere near done with me, but it was all too much. I came explosively inside her with a low moan, but my hard-on didn't disappear, much to my relief. Ginny continued to rise up and down on my erection, moaning, whimpering, and nearly crying.

She finally came in wild spasms around me, drawing my second orgasm out with the rapid paroxysms of the flesh around my cock. I moaned again, my eyes closing tightly as Ginny collapsed on top of me. I remained in her for a bit until I softened, at which point in time I drew out. She curled against me, trailing a hand up and down my bare chest. I finally felt that it would be alright to say something. "Ginny?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not your first." It was a statement, not a question.

"No…you're not."

"Who was?"

She blushed and replied, "One of Fred's friends. He came to visit during the summer, and we really liked each other, so…and he's three years older than I am, so he wanted to have sex…so we did. And I learned a lot from him."

I chuckled. "You could say that again."

There was a pause, during which time we lay in comfortable silence. "Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know. Love you too. Always have." With that, I put my arms around her and soon we fell asleep.

A/N: So there you have it. That's the end of the story itself, ladies and gents. There will be an epilogue, but otherwise…we're done here. Hope you enjoyed!