While London Sleeps

by foggygoggles

A/N: This is incredibly short. There was more to this scene, there were more scenes in this chapter, but they aren't coming out right so I decided just to post this little bit to give you guys something atleast. I'm working on the rest; don't worry!

As Ginny sluggishly rubbed her eyes the next morning, the memories from last night flooded her brain. She remembered everything - his mouth roaming her body, his expert fingers arousing her to a point she never thought possible. And then, the end, which was even more enjoyable then the foreplay they had performed.

She grinned to herself as she blearily opened her eyes. Immediately, she was accosted by the brilliant platinum color that radiated off of her bed partner's hair.

"Augh," she muttered as she closed her eyes and rolled onto her side. Her rolling caused a dip in the bed and her late night partner incoherently muttered something.

Ginny stepped out of the bed, naked, and glided around the room picking up her clothing. She threw them into a laundry basket and picked out new undergarments and a pretty yellow sundress from her wardrobe. Lunch with Harry today, she reminded herself. As she strapped her bra on and pulled her knickers over her thighs, the man tumbled onto his stomach and rubbed his eyes.

As she stuck her leg into her dress, Ginny took one glance at him and yelped. "Jesus, Mary, Bertha!" she cried as she fell to the floor. The man laughed and Ginny's mood immediately changed. "Still the same old Malfoy!"

"Weasley?" said Draco incredulously. Both Ginny and Draco were regularly featured in the Daily Prophet. Draco was, in general, rich, and Ginny was the wife of the hero of the wizarding world. Ginny recalled reading many articles about his five million galleon gain in a week from wise investments, and then scrupulously spending it all one night gambling.

"Augh!" Ginny exclaimed, pulling on her dress.

"And here I thought you and Potter had a happy marriage," smirked Draco. He leisurely sprawled out of the bed, completely naked. He was a man unashamed of his body - he knew what he looked like and gloated about it. His smirk grew as he saw Ginny look towards a certain part of his anatomy and hastely look away.

"As happy as you are with Pug-Face Parkinson," retorted Ginny. Ginny recalled reading the announcement of Draco's and Pansy's marriage in the Daily Prophet a few years ago. She put her arms behind her back and desperately tried to zip her dress up. Damn it, Gin! Stop looking at his you-know-what! she reprimanded herself.

"Potter doesn't do it, does he? He doesn't meet your standard, otherwise you'd never go to a Portkey party," continued Draco as he ignored Ginny's comment.

Ginny looked up at him, glowering, and immediately looked away. "Harry is fine, thank you very much, and could you please get some clothes on?"

"Why? It's nothing you haven't seen anyway," he replied.

"This is so bad," muttered Ginny to herself. "Kindly get dressed and get out of my house."

"Or maybe you are happy with Potter, but you go to Portkey Parties in hopes of getting tips from the blokes you sleep with. I'm not surprised; after all, you are a Weasley," continued Draco.

Ginny gave Draco a scathing glare and threw his expensive suit pants at him. "I've got to meet Harry at noon, so you'd better get dressed."

"Crawling back to your husband after you've fucked me," sneered Draco. "I wonder what Wonder Boy would think if he knew you spent last night up against the wall, on the floor, and on the bed riding me."

She chucked his wand at his head and he caught it easily. "Be a dear and owl the rest of my clothes to me," he said before apparating away.