Abstract: Featuring Ginny Weasley as graduate student in training, and an icy blond Slytherin as her supervisor. Toss in a couple of science jokes or nerdy pick-up lines, and there's the perfect protocol for passion. (Er…)
Rating: Naughty, and this is the chapter with the smut. Woohoo!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for my own MIT-spackled background knowledge, which might or might not be correct.
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Chapter 5: Conclusion
Ginny Weasley, graduate student in training, and her further escapades with the PI who twinkled. Yes, this is the chapter with the actual smut. w00t!
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Rob was sighing again. It was the fourth sighing session that day. Ginny was getting a trifle irritated.
"Rob, either do your work, or just ask the bloke," she finally snapped.
"Ginny," he said mournfully. "I can't. I don't want to scare him away. He's had only girlie-girls before, and he's so wonderful. Granted, I don't know much… But I know I love him. But is that all I need to know?" He shook his head. "Even computers don't interest me any more." He paused. "Man, my gay-dar really sucks."
Shaunna wandered by. "Well, you could always try a pick-up line on him."
Rob groaned. "Yea, and that went over soooo well last time."
Ginny shrugged. She had enough of her own problems without having to deal with Rob's. After a fantastic night of hot, cinnamon-spiced shags, she had zipped home, then returned to lab the next morning. Whereupon she found that her PI was gone.
"'Called away on business,' supposedly," Ginny told Vickie later. "The prat."
"Business? Ah, before you had a chance to talk about the proverbial 'last night'?"
Ginny nodded. She was feeling quite huffy.
"Well… maybe he really had business."
Ginny looked astounded. "Vickie, this is Malfoy we're talking about –"
"Oh, so it's Malfoy again? What happened to that inter-intra-lab camaraderie shindig?"
"Vickie! He used to be the biggest player at Hogwarts. Girls were practically flinging themselves at him. He probably just used this opportunity to blow off some steam, embarrass the poor Weasley that's working in his lab, and then he ran away!" She paused as a shock of realization struck her. "Dangnabbit! He ran away!" She moaned. "Why do all of the guys who kiss me run away?"
"Tut, tut, Missy." Vickie said. "I think you've got nothing to worry about. Now check out this flask… I just autoclaved a bunch of them. Doesn't this one just resonate? There's an MIT acapella group based on that principle, you know. And the MIT Logarhythms are soooooo hot…"
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That night, Ginny received an email from her PI.
Ginny –
Yes, it was fantastic, and no, I most certainly did not run away. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a pouf? That said, tell your friend Fairy-Harry to have his program running by Monday.
Baby, picture you as a substrate and me as an enzyme. Want to test the lock and key model? I'll be back tomorrow.
-DM
Oooh, he was good. Infuriating, perhaps, but not too shabby. Ginny wandered to bed with very sweet dreams, indeed.
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The next day, Ginny knocked on the office door. Draco Malfoy, sexy beast, looked up, a half-smile playing around his lips.
"Hey, baby – asexual reproduction is for pansies…"
An irritated voice immediately piped up. "I resent that."
"But, my dear Miss Parkinson, you've never been the epitome of a flower. A venus flytrap, perhaps. Be kind to that fly you've got stashed away under the table, though. Return him to his friends eventually."
Ignoring the indignant Weasley-like exclamation from underneath Pansy's desk, Malfoy grasped Ginny's wrist and pulled her forward smoothly. "Now, if you'll excuse us…" He abruptly shut the door. Ginny, though blushing, laughed.
"Now, then," he said, looking her up and down. Her lab coat had gaped open to show a simple dark green tank top, and a hip-hugging khaki skirt that elongated her space-efficient-but-leggy frame. "Good gods, Ginny. I should instate a laboratory dress code. You make me fantastically exothermic."
And it was true. As he stalked towards her, she could practically feel heat emanating from his fiery gaze. Dragon, indeed. "Whew, Professor Draco," she said, fanning herself breathlessly. "You're exciting my electrons – wanna try some chemical …bondage?" She winked. That email had done wonders for her self-esteem.
Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly), his silver eyes darkened. "As a matter of fact…" and then he pounced.
Ginny gasped a second later. She was sprawled across Malfoy's once-immaculate desk. The papers had been shoved unceremoniously to the side, and her hands were pinned down by elegant, scholarly fingers. One of the handsomest noses she'd ever seen was nuzzling her neck, casually kissing. At first, she considered moving, but a very hot body was pressed against hers in quite a comfortable position. And she was nuzzling back. Mmm…
Soon, he was gripping both of her hands in one of his, and the other extremely dextrous hand started inching its way down her arm. It then zipped to her waist. She could feel his fingers against the bare skin around her hips. Then his hand was flipping up the hem of her skirt, and she could feel his hard self pressing against her most intimate of spots.
"You and me," he growled. "In parallel or in series?"
"You turn me on," she gasped through giggles. "Just flip my switch, Professor." His hand scooted along the tops of her thighs, encountered her wet knickers, and pressed accordingly. She nearly shrieked. Trying to control her raging body, instead she rained kisses along his jawline. He was tugging on the strap of her tank top, using his teeth to delicately scrape it along her shoulder. She shivered. He was utterly delicious. And he was quite a skilled teacher…
He'd somehow gotten rid of his pants and kicked them off. She took a quick peek. Oh my. He was definitely larger than the last time she'd seen him. Immense, even. Blotting out the horizon, perhaps. She wondered how he would taste…
His fingers had made short work of her knickers, and they were now huddled around her ankles. She raised her legs obligingly, wrapping them around his tall, lean frame. He groaned. "Ginny Weasley…" It was half plea, half warning. She tensed, then, just as self-consciousness tried to recall her mind back into rational-land, he was cupping her cheek and kissing her passionately.
"Pi's an irrational number," she thought hazily, "and it's not so bad…"
She was struggling a tiny bit now, trying to get her hands free, trying to touch him. He seemed to read her mind, and suddenly released her. She immediately twisted her hands around his neck. He, on the other hand, scooped her up and carried her to the luscious leather chair behind the desk.
After a half-yelp, she was appropriately straddling his legs. One of her legs was propped up beside him, while the other dangled beside the chair. She could feel him pressed against her tightly. Ginny was growing almost dizzy with anticipation. Draco was grinning at her lazily. "Hmmph," she thought. And then she ran a finger along his length. His breath caught, and she felt a surge of triumph. She caressed his inner thighs, just a little bit, teasing and playing. She could see his pupils dilating.
Then he grabbed her hips with both of his hands, and she was immediately settled around him. A slow "oof!" of air, and her arms were around his neck and her hair was blending with his white-blond head as he nipped and nuzzled her breasts, wrapping his arms around her and penetrating her body powerfully. She could feel each movement of him delving inside her. Ginny was seeing stars.
"I've always loved your hair," he commented, each word punctuated by an amazingly masculine grunt.
"I beg your pardon?" she gasped, barely grasping his words. How could the man keep up an intelligent conversation at a time like this.
"Yes, indeed. It's this lovely shade of fire, but not really fire, flickering and moving. I dreamed about seeing it cascade around me like this. It's not quite the same as your brothers' – thank Merlin – and your...er…ass-ets are so … firmly qualified."
Despite the hazy lust surrounding her mind, she grinned. "Thanks, Mal--Draco," she murmured. "You're not too bad yourself."
"And you, my dear, are positively wonderful." He looked quite serious. Ginny felt a warm flush, a tendril of …something… curling through her bellybutton. She kissed him lightly on the lips. His motions had slowed, and they were rocking together gently.
Was that a knock on the door?
"No, it wasn't," Draco growled. Suddenly, he was gripping her again and moving her rapidly around him. Faster, faster. Delicious, delicious friction, Ginny thought wildly. She could feel his fingers digging into her hips and their legs were rocking together oh-so-fast and she was grasping his shoulders and he was absolutely beautiful and then she could feel him shooting into her, as they pulsated as one. In one moment of orgasmic vacuum clarity, she totally understood the principle of kinetic energy. A ball of burning love, speeding into her heart, heat. Draco Malfoy was amazing.
Afterwards, they stayed nestled in the leather chair, curled around each other. She loved that he stayed in her, stayed to cuddle and caress her. He was much more… snuggle-wonderful… than she would have expected.
"Just for the record," he remarked, "I've never dated a graduate student before."
"Well, just for the record," she replied easily, "I've never dated a professor before."
"Good," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Let's keep it that way."
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Throughout the following weeks, Ginny was amazed. Not only was he phenomenal in bed (or out of it), but Draco Malfoy also added a whole other dimension to "pillow talk," or "post-coital conversation." Her previous experiences with such "conversations" had been grunts and snores. This particular PI partner, however, was quite the energetic one. Whether at dinner or in lab or strolling along the Charles River, he talked. He asked her questions about her past, her history, her research, a little about her family, and a lot about what she thought. He seemed to really enjoy her thinking process. He started inviting her into his office for quick logic puzzles or hypothetical experiments. If she analyzed through them thoroughly enough to his satisfaction, he would then satisfy her. And it was a quite satisfactory relationship, Ginny thought.
Rob, on the other hand, was seriously pining. Harry often visited the lab while looking for Ron, who seemed to be disappearing more and more. Ginny was starting to miss the familiar clackety-click of Pansy's fingernails. She tried to escape as often as possible to her PI's office.
Every time the familiar spiky black hair showed up at the doorway, Ginny braced herself for either blatant flirtations or profound mopey-ness. One day, however, even Rob had reached his limit. Harry had just dropped in, found the lab to be lacking Ron Weasley, and had contented himself with a side order of Vickie, who was visiting as well. As the two laughed over something in Vickie's Hello Kitty spiral notebook, Rob wandered over. Ginny groaned, then followed her flamboyant friend.
"Harry," Rob announced dramatically. "I would like to stick my j-omega pole at your origin."
Harry looked totally blank. "Er…"
"He doesn't like me…" White-faced, Rob was whispering to himself, appalled and shattered. Sadly, he turned away, into the hall.
Following him, Ginny cleared her throat. "He doesn't understand you, you silly boy." She put a hand on his shoulder. "You should speak in a language he understands."
"Understand what?" Harry had ventured after them, and was looking at Rob worriedly.
"I can't talk normally."
"I know." Harry nodded. "But you're pretty cool anyway. So it's cute. What was that you were trying to tell me back there?"
Rob had brightened, just a little bit. But then he looked puzzled. "Language?" he mouthed at Ginny.
Ginny sighed. "Harry, he was just asking you if he could …er… ride your broomstick."
Harry Potter immediately perked up. "Oh! Well, why didn't he just say so? You know, I've always wanted to share such a mind-blowing experience…" He licked his lips, then stared at Rob. "It's called a Firebolt, you know."
Rob was grinning, and his doldrums had disappeared. "And I'll bet it feels like a bolt of fire between your legs."
Harry raised one dark eyebrow. "D'ya know, it actually does." He winked. "I'm not sure if you can fly, but we'll get you up there somehow."
Rob had sidled up to Harry. "Maybe I could straddle the wood behind you, and you can guide me up." Ginny couldn't believe her ears.
Or her eyes. Harry was nodding, with a grin in his green eyes. "Sure. We should try it some time."
"How about now?"
The two guys sauntered out of the room, arm in arm. Harry was regaling Rob with tales of trouncing Draco Malfoy's pale arse while seeking the Snitch, and Rob was promising fervently to learn all about Quidditch.
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Back at her apartment, Ginny told Vickie all about the fondly-termed Harry-Fairy debacle. Vickie had apparently had a long talk with Harry about it on a pseudo-date they'd had. Always the brave shaggy lion, Harry had looked puzzled at first, then intrigued. Apparently, he'd found Rob to be a charming companion, and he admired the Asian boy's sense of fashion.
"And he wants to teach Rob all about magic and wooden wands," Vickie summed up, laughing.
Ginny groaned. "Quite frankly, I don't know how much Harry himself knows. I can't believe that The Boy Who Lived is now The Boy Who Likes Other Boys. It's so out of this world!"
"Well," Vickie said conspiratorially, "He told me not to tell you, but apparently he's had a crush on some poor guy named 'Bilius.'"
Ginny gasped. "Erm…"
Vickie looked startled. "You mean he actually exists?"
"Er…" Ginny managed to squeak out. "He's… ah… that's Ron's middle name."
Vickie stared at her, then suddenly collapsed onto her chair. "Hmm. "Their names only differ by one letter, really. Ron…Rob… That's so… totally… perfect." She grinned wickedly.
Ginny scoffed. "I'm not so sure about that." Then she looked thoughtful. "Though I wonder, if Ron had known, would he still have chosen Pansy?" She grimaced. "Disturbing imagery either way."
Vickie grinned. "Well, they might be quite the odd couple, but I think Pansy's having more fun than even she bargained for. She came here working with Professor Malfoy, you know. According to Shaunna, she hadn't had too many long-ish relationships. Perhaps your brother's lucky." She chuckled. "I'll bet you're glad that I convinced Harry of the superiority of the Asian species. I'm quite happy he agreed to test that theory, so long as the experiment isn't me. Besides, I like redheads." She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively. "But aren't Rob and Harry the perfect couple? They're so cute… Almost like twins! I like twins…" She paused, then asked sweetly, "Ginny, don't twins run in your family?"
Ginny threw a pillow at her. The two girls giggled, then went to bed.
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Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy were in the laboratory late one Friday night, pondering over the exact chemical composition for delivering the attenuated virus to human beings. They kept scribbling notes and various ideas in her laboratory notebook. Finally, however, after about three hours, Ginny became quite annoyed. Malfoy was disheveling her lab notebook, and though he was making rather logical points, they were no farther than they'd been before.
They heard quite a ruckus in the supply closet. A tumble of boxes later, the door opened, and Ron stepped out, leading Pansy by the hand. They were both giggling and guffawing. Ginny caught the slightly sweet scent of cloves. Malfoy raised one eyebrow. "Obviously the 'fun' in 'dysfunctional' arises from your lovely Pansy-smitten brother. Ginny, I often wonder: where do you get those brains of yours? Certainly not the normal gene pool?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Perhaps I just got used to putting the 'smart' in 'smart ass.' Any problems with that?"
He blinked, then raked his eyes over her petite form. "Weasley," he said, "No matter what you might say about your hindquarters, 'smart' is not the first word that comes to mind."
"Oh yea?" she raised her eyebrows in a challenge. "And what words would you use, you big Dict – tionary, you?"
Choosing to ignore her blatant reference to one of her favorite Malfoy parts, he merely replied, "Why, your whole form is exquisitely callipygian."
Ginny's jaw dropped. "That's one of my favorite words." She grinned, then sobered. "I have no ass, really. Too many years of playing Quidditch."
"Ah, but Miss Weasley, what little ass you have is still beautifully proportioned."
She grinned. "Thanks. That means a lot to me."
"Ah," he said. "Well, you mean a lot to me."
The room was quite quiet. They both stared at her lab notebook.
"What?" he said, after a few minutes. "Was it something I said?"
"I had no idea that you'd actually care for me, Professor Draco," she finally murmured softly.
He looked at her, a funny, wide-eyed look on his face. Was Draco Malfoy flabbergasted? "Why, I thought my signals were perfectly clear! You just took your time about being shy and perfectly polite."
"What do you mean, signals? We had perfectly good, intellectually-normal conversations. Then we, er, shagged."
"Ginny Weasley! 'Er, shagged'? You make it sound like a hesitant carpet. And I am much more skilled than any rug you'll find." He shook his head. "It was obviously obvious, you loony rapscallion. I invited you to lunch more often than any other grad student! Yes, yes, we did have a lot to talk about, but I took you to excellent restaurants."
"Well, you did take Rob to some excellent Italian place…"
He was shaking his head. "Ginny, I might be many things, but I am most definitely not gay." He paused reflectively. "Besides that, I believe it was the kid's birthday, and he'd just written his first paper." He sighed. "But that is neither here nor now. Ginny, you adorable little nerd. I can't believe you couldn't read the normal healthy-red-blooded-male signals! Not only did I cook you dinner and write you notes, along with a particularly sweet email, I twinkled my eyes at you! I don't twinkle my eyes at just anyone!"
Ginny gaped. "You…erm…twinkled your eyes at me?"
"Surely you must remember. I did it quite often in your presence. Any more, and that twinkle might've made me batting my sodding eyelashes."
"Ah. Well, thanks, Malfoy." If this guy could twinkle his eyes at will, he was most surely a scary adversary. She didn't know what to do. Gathering her things, she crept towards the door.
"Ahem. And where do you think you're going?"
Ginny looked up. Instead of the nice wooden door, there was a Malfoy. "Well, for a while now, I've been wracking my brain as to why the high and mighty esteemed Professor Malfoy would have sex with a Weasley – and a grad student, at that. I just figured that if you could control the very twinkle in your eyes, you must either be very much a player, or some talented guru with special control over his body-shimmer. The former theory was furthered tempered by the supposition that you would only have jumped in bed with little old me if you were most especially a player. Therefore, to gather what little pieces of my heart that are left, I think I shall depart." Ah, the italics again. Welcome back, old friends, Ginny thought grimly.
Her professor gaped at her. Then he turned away, muttering. Ginny thought she could hear the characteristic "Three… point… one four…one five…" Then he whirled on his heel and faced her. His face was even paler than normal. "Is it that easy for you?"
"Um… no, not really." She shook her head sadly. "But I knew it was too good to be true. Especially that email…Well, they say prevention's the best cure, isn't it? That's what vaccines are for, after all…"
His paleness returned to its normal shade. He was shaking his head. "You silly, silly girl." He wrapped her up in a hug. "You have nothing to be afraid of. Though you're certainly adorable when you're being shy and sweet, I do very much admire the vixen who walked into my lab demanding that I help her create a vaccine for anthrax. I even appreciate that girl who raves emphatically about the beauty of the viral life cycle. So stop being so insecure. I've never felt so confident about a graduate student before. Not only are you intellectually driven, but you also managed to receive grant funding on the first attempt. You're wonderful. You're bright, witty, honest, earnest, perhaps a tad on the enthusiastic side, or possibly a bit on the late side, but passionate and beautiful. Don't you remember what I told you on the first night we were together?" He cleared his throat. "Something along the lines of you being physically and mentally lovely? Quite a catch? The hair, the papers, the eyes, the analytical sense, the friendly face… does that sound familiar?"
Ginny was blushing. Of course she remembered. But he hadn't really meant all that, right? Wasn't that just standard pillow talk, especially for a Malfoy?
She realized belatedly that she'd actually said those words. Typical. But then he was talking.
"Ginny," he announced regally. "You put the 'zing' in 'amazing.'" He sighed. "If I wasn't so confident in my own charm and good looks, I would think that I didn't deserve you." He looked at her woefully. It had just enough honesty and more than enough Draco to make her heart skip a beat.
She smiled. "You? Confident, yes. Undeserving lover, no." She touched his cheek. "You've really put the 'joy' in 'Malfoy' for me, you know." She wrinkled her nose. "As sappy as that sounds. And Draco Malfoy, you're already everything a girl could want: you're smart, successful, savvy, and sexy, not to mention witty, resourceful, and culinarily-inclined." She paused. "The twinkling thing, though? That was a bit on the odd side. It was unusual and totally OOC, as in 'out of character.' It made me question quite a bit of the previous information, and several hypothesizing Why's took over." She giggled. "There's the science again. But honestly, you can't fault a girl for being slightly weirded out by a twinkle-toed, er, twinkling-eyed PI."
He looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, to be completely honest, I was only hoping that they were actually twinkling. Your own eyes light up so well, really. I had to try it myself." He smiled ruefully. "It wasn't easy, you know. I had to import my old magical mirror to make sure I was doing it right. I don't think I could've carried through with it if she hadn't criticized my technique."
In spite of herself, Ginny laughed. "You practiced?"
"Twinkling? Well… I might have. But I am indeed a natural, I assure you." He leaned back, looking at her, admonishing and admiring. "I think I love you."
She looked at him with wide eyes. "You know, I think I've come to the same conclusion."
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(Notes#1: Enzymes are a type of protein that assist in chemical reactions; basically the reagents for these reactions (substrates) bind to a spot on the enzyme. These bindings are very specific, and have to fit exactly right (a lock and key model); otherwise, the reaction won't occur.)
(Notes#2: Yes, Ginny's sort of a nerd. Therefore, she's entitled to have an inferiority complex or two, isn't she? A moment of doubt, at least?)
(Notes#3: Asexual reproduction is reproduction through one parent, usually by budding or self-fertilization.)
(Notes#4: "Exothermic" – this term describes a chemical reaction that emits energy, which is usually seen in the form of heat. Chemical bonding itself is caused by electrons getting "excited" or getting enough energy to jump from one element to another element.)
(Notes#5: "You and me," he growled. "In parallel or in series?"
It sounds odd, I know, but it's a circuit reference! This is a tribute to computer science/electrical engineering. Guess what my b/f majored in? And the current's still sizzlin', I assure you. ;))
(Notes#6: A rational number is a number that can be made into a whole-number ratio. For example, 2 is a rational number b/c it equals 2/1. 8/9 is also a rational number. The square root of two can't be made into a whole-numbered ratio, so it's irrational. Pi keeps going till infinity. It's also an irrational number.)
(Notes#7: Kinetic energy is the energy produced when an object is in motion. The formula for kinetic energy (½)(mass)(velocitysquared).)
(Notes#8: I would've made the smut more serious and angsty, but it just wouldn't come out that way! Too much of a nerdy dorky humor fic. But if you really feel like smut/angst/ReallyNaughty/NC-17 stuff, feel free to read some of my smutlets on They're probably going to be developed into actual stories sometime…)
(Notes#9: j-omega pole… origin… that's from differential equations. I'm not sure exactly how to explain it, but it sounds delightfully wicked, doesn't it?)
(Notes#10: Scientists usually take notes in a lab notebook; all of your data should be kept in here. Attenuated viruses are often found in vaccines; they're viruses that have been weakened. For example, if you heat up a virus just enough to make it 'dead' or 'weak,' then when you inject it, a person's immune system can recognize key components of the virus and fight it if the person ever encounters the real thing.)
(Notes#11: "Callipygian" – one of my favorite words. It means "having beautifully proportioned buttocks." :oD)
(Notes#12: Also, I just realized that "The Desk" by Fearthainn is currently featured on the Fire and Ice Archive home page. I haven't read it recently, and therefore have taken no ideas from it. I do agree that desks are quite sexy, and quite frankly, there's probably no better place in a PI's office to do the nasty. Perhaps the bookshelves, but they tend to be a bit rickety. And Ginny and Draco did move into the chair and all around; the desk was just for added leverage. ;) Just a plagiarism disclaimer!)
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