Re-Write of Last Chapter

Ginny stepped out into the yard. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The birds were chirping, children were playing and laughing gaily. Nothing could be wrong in the world expect everything. A very black cloud hung over Ginny's head. She was not supposed to love her enemy. She was suppose to be mistress of the castle, she was suppose to be free but most of all, she was suppose to make sure her family was safe and happy.

Ever since the last escape attempt failed, Kayla and Bret had been followed everywhere but a arm soldier. Bret thought it was mostly a game of sorts but Kayla was not happy. It made everything worst when Kayla removed to speak with her. Instead, she sat in the company of Pansy. Ginny told herself that it was not by choice but by need. Being around Pansy meant that Kayla could sit and sew or read or whatever homey without having to worry about being interrupted. Pansy was often too drunk to even know that Kayla was there, five feet from her.

Ginny continued to walk as she toiled over her heart's desires and family problems. Slowly and unconsciously, she made her way outside the fortress gate and to the stables. There she lean against a Pollock's poll and continued to think.

Warlock, Ginny's black stallion, pulled her out of her thoughts. He pranced around the wooden ring, just as he had done when she came to see him. He wanted to be ridden but she knew she could not leave the area surrounding the castle. She did not even know if she could leave the castle. Warlock rubbed his valet nose against her hand causing her to jump and look up. She laughed at herself. He wanted to play. She began to run around in circle, then stop and turn around as if there was something behind him. Ginny laughed again and throw her hands in the air. She had started to climb in the pen but was stopped by Draco's hands encircling her waist. Slowly he placed her on the ground before him.

"You have a beautiful love, you should do it more often and that smile. Why don't you every smile like the that for me?" Draco was watching with care and noticed how the disappeared and her eyes shot down. "Nerva, would you like to go for a ride?" Draco's own horse was saddled and waiting by the doors of the sables. At once the smile returned as she run pass him to get her riding habit on.

Ginny returned 15 minutes later. Draco sat on his in a military fashion that did not look comfortable at all.

"Where is your whip?" he asked as she mounted Warlock.

"I do not use one on this mount. He is a bit of a free spirit but has never thrown me."

"'A bit of a free spirit', huh? Just like you, I guess."

Ginny did not say anything back. Instead, she rode out of the stable yard and into the open air. Draco admired Ginny's riding and her backside as they rode. "She seems in a world of her own." Draco thought. "I wonder what it would take for her to let me in?" "How did your mount get his name?" Draco asked trying to start a whole conversation.

"My father bought him for me when I was sixteen for my birthday. He was wild and would not let anyone near him. One day I climbed over the fence and it was like a spell had been placed on us. Because of that magic I named him Warlock."

"He is a beautiful animal. He would sire great war horses, have you ever breed him?"

"No, and I do not plan to." There was a challenge in her voice.

"You are a slave and slaves cannot own property."

Ginny was taken back by this claim statement but she knew Draco was right, she had just forgotten. "You must never let yourself forget," Ginny told herself. Silence and tension filled the air between them.

It was only when Warlock stopped and Ginny flicked his reins, did she realize where they were. The horses could go no farther because of the river. They were tucked away from the main road in a small meadow, where the river bent and pooled. Ginny had come here many times as a child. The fishing was good and the peace was even better.

"How do you know about this place?" Ginny asked, stunned that Draco seems to know ever inch of her land by heart.

"I did not until you showed me." Draco replied.

"Oh." Draco wondered how many times Ginny had come to the meadow to be alone. Her dismounted from his white mare then, went to her side to help her get off of Warlock's massive back.

He place his hands on her waist and lifted her effortlessly. He let her body run down his, so that they were toughing in all the wrong but yet, right places. Ginny moved away quickly but was stopped by Draco. He swung her around - into his arms and pressed his lips against hers.

Ginny tried to push him away but the more she fought the tighter he held her. Pretty soon it was pointless to fight, both mentally and physically. Ginny relaxed and closed her eyes, knowing pleasure would soon follow. She could fell Draco smile against her lips as he nugded his nose against hers gently. Then he kissed her again and Ginny saw stars as his tongue invaded her mouth.

Draco's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Ginny's knees began to weaken and she rapped her arms around his neck to help support herself. Draco's hands finally rested. One at the back of her spine, where he groped her flesh. The other under the waterfall of flaming curls at the base of her head. Then he positioned her head just so, and Ginny was at a loss.

The kisses became rougher and both began to need more. Slowly, Draco trailed hot, wet kisses up her cheek and to her ear. From there he worked his way down her throat and into her shoulder. He pushed aside dress and to kiss ever freckle that covered her milky flesh. Final, Draco came to the area where Ginny's shoulder met her shoulder once more.

He licked her skin gently, whispering sweet nothings against it as he did. Then his teeth sunk into the soft skin. Ginny jumped and then, moaned as Draco ran his tongue over the impression his teeth had made. He repeated the process again and again. Ginny's knees gave out when Draco not only licked the area he had marred but began to suck it as well. Ginny fell from him only to be caught a moment later and laid onto the ground.

Ginny felt the warmth of Draco's body leave hers as he got up and went to his horse. He took the saddlebag from the mare's back and opened it. Inside there was a wool blanket. He laid the blanket down and motioned for her to roll onto it. Ginny did as he wanted and watched as he removed his sword belt from his waist.

He laid down next to her and began to kiss her again. She could feel the need in his kiss and welcomed it. Slowly, he began to undress her, kissing each new piece of bare skin. Once down to her under things, Draco stopped and admired his work. But that moment ended as Draco's hand made its way up the inside of her thigh. Ginny rudder her legs together as the gathering heat started to boil over.

His hand covered her triangle of red curls. He cupped her roughly and at first chance his thumb slid through her slick folds. He started to encircle her entrance and press his thumb into her. Draco mount her she she tried to close her legs around his hand. He moved his fingers against her, hard. His thumb was replaced with his index and middle finger, both of which entered her without a moment's notice. His thumb rubbed her bliss button as the his fingers worked her into a frizzy of pleasure.

Ginny's head rolled from side to side as she moaned and begged for lease. Draco smiled as she came to the height of her climax. He took her nipple into his mouth and that was all that was needed. Ginny cried out in pleasure as Draco suckled her breast.

Smiling, Draco remain on top of Ginny as her breathing returned to normal. He was braced on his elbows watching her. His legs and pelvis were pressed firmly between her legs. Ginny moaned as he shifted pulsing member against her bliss button. Her blood was beginning to run again.

Draco removed his shirt and untied the waist ban of his buckskin pants. Draco got his pants around his knees before Ginny arched her back and wrapped her legs around him. She moaned and started to pant as the crown of his staff entered her. She arched up again wanting to take him deeper but this time Draco was ready, he gripped her hips and thrusted into her molten cave. Ginny screamed and clinged to his body as he pushed in and pulled out of her body.

He removed her hands from his back and placed them at her side. He then rose up over her and pushed his way into her harder and faster than before. She turned to arch again but Draco pressed his hips down, stopping her. One hand griped Ginny from behind as Draco continued his pace. They were one is all ways.

Ginny's hands twisted and pulled on the blanket beneath them. She finished with a loud moan of contentment. Draco came a moment later due to the tightness of her inter-core. His seed flooded her gates as he smiled down at her.

Draco rolled off and out of her before clasping on the blanket. He pulled Ginny to his body, holding her in his arms and her head on his chest. He pulled the corner of the blanket round her shoulders so that the light breeze flowing across the meadow would not affect his now sleeping lover.

Draco woke just before dark. Their love making had left both himself and Ginny spent. Her head was placed directly above his heart and her red hair covered his chest. Draco picked up a piece of her hair and rolled it in between his fingers. He loved the rich color and how it caught the light of the setting sun.

Ginny began to stir as he sweetly kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him lazily.

"Hello, my sweet love, how are you feeling?" asked Draco.

"Delightfully sat," Ginny replied.

"That is how I like it." Ginny laughed and began to get up but yet again, Draco stopped her. "I did not plan for this to happen. I actually had something to talk to you about." Draco handed her her dress. Ginny pulled the dress and sat up next to him.

"Will what is it?"

"One moment." Draco got up from the blanket.

"Not fair you get to get up and I do not."

"I am lord of this land and what I say goes." Ginny watched his backside move across the meadow. He picked up his saddlebag and turned. Ginny blushed and turned her head away as he... mmmmm... waved in the wind. "Nerva, I need to know something very important and I want the truth."

"What is it?"

Draco reached into his bag and pulled out a long piece of willow wood a.k.a. Bret's practice wand. Ginny's heart stilled in her chest.

"Nerva, I know this is a wand and I know it belongs to someone in your family. What I want to know is if you are a Witch?"

TBC