The first time he took her to bed was after their third date.
Took her to bed was not the right terminology, if one thought about it. He'd pushed her up against the heavy door to her flat, hands tangled in her silky hair, kissing her as if it were more necessary than breathing. And perhaps it was. She tasted like the desert they'd had for dinner, some strange but delicious confection make with strawberries and cream and sugar, and winter coolness and something else that he'd already discovered was Ginny Weasley and that made him want to stay leaning against her forever.
When he pulled back, her hazel eyes were wide and dilated in the dark, and her freckles stood out clearly across her nose, even through her flush. Their uneven breaths were loud in the quiet landing.
He untangled his hands from beneath the back of her shirt and patted all her clothing back into place. Kissing her lightly on her mouth, lips closed against the infinite softness of hers, he stepped away, and she smiled gently. "Such a gentleman, Draco," she teased. And then she was pressing herself against him and scraping her teeth down his ear, murmuring, "What if I don't want you to be a gentleman?"
He managed to gasp out, "Invite me inside."
"Yes."