ISLA MAGICÁ

FOUR

Draco awoke to the sound of birds squawking in the distance, his eyes opening slowly as he took in the sunshine glaring on the wooden floor through the open cabin door which led up to the main deck. He realised he was completely naked above the sheets, his legs sprawled out and a weight on his chest. Draco looked down, saw a flash of red and the night before flooded back to him with sharp clarity. Ginny Weasley was asleep on his chest, her arm flung out across him and her own naked body pressed against his.

With his mind clear and logical, free from the beast he had come to associate with lust, Draco could make better sense of the situation. He had managed to seduce Ginny Weasley, against his own better judgement and understanding of their worlds. Somehow they had come together and created an almighty bonfire, a bonfire that they could not resist looking at or touching despite the knowledge that they could both get terribly burned. Draco was unsure of what could come of this union – it would be their secret, as he had said, no one ever needed to know they had lost their heads whilst on holiday. This he knew, but even now he could feel the stirrings of want curling up within him as he felt the softness of her skin close to his. One night was supposed to be enough and that would be the end of it, though this response he was having to her now was not what he had expected at all.

What did it matter? He thought to himself, they were here and now, they had both suffered heartbreak and should enjoy the moment until they had to return to their normal lives. It had taken him a while to admit Astoria had broken his heart, he had wanted to marry her, he had wanted her to be the mother of his children despite his parent's silent disapproval. They had been together four years, they had spoken of those things but, when it came down to it, she hadn't been ready. Their relationship had suffered as a result of her trying to hide the fact that she wasn't ready, but he had never expected her to return his ring and blame the end of it all on him, on his past. With Ginny Weasley, he could absolve himself of all those strings he had tied to his heart before and lose himself in her until it was time to find a suitable wife and mother, until it was time for him to return home. This would truly be his guilty pleasure, a time he could return to in his imagination when life got boring and he needed the fire to wake him up.

Weasley began stirring and he decided it might be better for her to wake on her own – he feared she may have been tipsy last night and, subsequently, may not awaken in a good mood. She could awaken filled with regret and he found that he could not face seeing that in her eyes. Draco extricated himself from her as gently as possible before throwing on a pair of pyjama pants and ascending the steps to the main salon. He decided that he would attempt to make breakfast, this might put her in a good enough mood to allow him to steal another kiss from her at least before she realised she had made a grave mistake.

Draco knew he had to get the frying pan going so he lit the hob underneath using his wand and busied himself with buttering the bread manually as he had no idea how to do this using magic, he also had to crack the eggs manually as, again, he had no idea what to do otherwise. "Shit!" he hissed as the eggs hit the frying pan and immediately broke open, the heat from the pan making them sizzle and blacken. "Bollocks..."

"Used to getting all that done for you, are you?" he heard her mocking voice come from behind him.

Draco turned to see her standing at the top of the stairs wrapped in the sheets, and her face flushed as their eyes met. It was an unspoken acceptance of the fact that they had shared a bed last night, proof that she had submitted to him despite the independence and empowered strength she usually exuded. And, Merlin, did she look ravishing... perhaps even more than when she had worn that dress for him. With her hair mussed up and tumbling over her shoulders and the huge sheet wrapped around her small frame, he felt that protective urge come over him again as she looked so utterly vulnerable. Draco swallowed hard, pushing such thoughts from his mind. "As a matter of fact, yes," he replied simply.

Weasley rolled her eyes. "Get me something to wear and I'll do breakfast," she said. The Weasley she was to everyone else had returned, the strong and resolute Weasley so far removed from what she had been last night, unsure and submissive.

Draco complied with her demand, mostly because he was hungry and not willing to return to the hotel where prying eyes could see them. He found a short dressing gown for her to wear, one of his own which had the Malfoy family crest on the breast pocket. She scoffed when she saw it, but said nothing as she pulled it on and rolled up the sleeves, careful not to show her nakedness to him again he noticed. Then he watched her get to work, and it was like watching an orchestra conduct a beautiful symphony.

He sat down at the kitchen table, watching her wave her wand this way and that, clearing away the mess he had made and creating what turned out to be perhaps the best breakfast he had ever tasted. Weasley was a true master and he briefly wondered what it would be like to have her cook for him more than once, but this was quelled abruptly. He could not think past this summer.

"You'd make someone an excellent housewife, Weasley," he said as he finished off the last of his hash browns, sitting back against the chair and patting his stomach.

"Wow, that must have hurt to give me a compliment, Malfoy," she said, sarcasm in her voice.

Draco had to stop himself from cringing at the use of his last name; he had told her to call him by his first name last night, as using his surname only reminded him of his father. That was not an ideal name for his lover to be using. That very thought made him baulk – lover? It had only been one night and it didn't seem likely that she would give into him again. Though, he thought to himself, it would be a shame to let her slip away from his bed. "I'd rather you didn't call me that, it sounds like you're talking to my father," he finally said before taking a sip of the fresh orange juice she had made. Even that was bloody perfect.

"You keep calling me Weasley," she replied with a shrug, returning to her breakfast. " Besides, I'm not a housewife. I have a job."

"What would you rather I call you?" he asked. "Little nymph?" he said with a chuckle.

She stared at him, her eyes telling him so much more than her words ever could and he knew she was thinking back to the night before when he had used that nickname. The pink blush that tinged her cheeks gave her away once again. "Ginny is fine," she said evenly.

"Shall I save 'little nymph' for our more... ah, private encounters?" he asked, leaning forward onto the table, testing her boundaries as she mercilessly blushed again. "Merlin, if you keep blushing like that... I'll not think twice about taking you on the deck."

Weas- no, Ginny looked at him through her lashes, those long, dark lashes, her eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and hidden desire. That was all he needed, a glimmer of want, to know that he could grasp the back of her neck and pull her in to capture her mouth with his own. Why couldn't he control himself around her? It was almost pathetic. It was also just that little bit scary too.

"Stop... stop!" she gasped out, turning her face away from him until she was certain that he would desist.

"What's the problem?" he murmured in her ear, his breath fluttering at her wavy hair. "It's just a kiss, nothing compared to what you gave me last night."

"Oh, don't you dare start that persuasive chat with me again," she warned, firing up as her eyes met his in a blaze of amber. "You're very good with your words, but I won't fall into that trap again."

Draco laughed and brushed his knuckles against her cheek briefly. "Relax," he said calmly. "And I didn't persuade you to do anything you didn't already want to do. Let's just get past the inevitable; admit you enjoyed it, admit you want it again. Forget all the shit about who we are. It doesn't matter who we are when we are here."

She stared at him, gawped at him. "I never said I wanted it again," she said defensively, crossing her arms in a futile attempt to create a barrier between them. Her show of strength faltered however when he gazed hard into her eyes, she was a canvas of emotions and he was excellent at reading a picture. Draco could see by the way she looked away from his stare, and bit her lip nervously, that she told a lie.

Draco smirked at her. "You don't have to say," he replied. "Your face speaks for you. But I won't push." He sat casually back into the chair and relaxed, playing the calm and collected part when he really wanted her to lay herself bare for him again.

Ginny looked at him for a moment and then forced her gaze elsewhere, and Draco knew she was trying to hide that she felt an attraction too. There was no hiding it, it was too palpable to hide from anyone, let alone themselves. "Oh, you read Maximillian Dempsey?" she asked, her eyes returning to his with a look of surprise on her face.

Draco glanced at the small bookshelf near the staircase and mentally kicked himself for being so arrogant as to have his own bloody books on display. "Yes, I've read them," he said casually.

"I love them," she said, enthusiasm brightening her eyes even more than they already were. "The characters are so well written – they could be real people. It was actually one of those books that inspired me to come here." Draco was happy to receive praise for his works, but it felt different coming from her. As though it meant more. She blushed then, and Draco wondered if she did this on purpose. If she knew what she was doing to him by just being. "Sorry," she muttered, "my problems aren't your problems."

"We've both come here because of our problems, to find a solution, to find reason," he replied, suppressing the urge to take her in his arms. That was not right at all. Sex was only sex, it wasn't cuddling and talking. And Draco tried to think of something indifferent to say, tried to be aloof, but this woman made it impossible. "It is only logical to want to talk to someone about them."

Ginny looked back at him, a hundred emotions crossing her face. The difficulty he was feeling about what was going on between them played out on her face so beautifully, he wondered that there was a difficulty. But that was a dangerous path to walk down and he had never been courageous enough to deviate. Yes, he had taken a little shortcut with her last night, but he couldn't push further through the thorns and brambles into an unknown world.

"I need to go back to my room," she said, standing up with an air of sudden urgency and all he had thought about seconds before fell apart. Ginny had made the decision before he could and he realised with crashing certainty that he didn't like the idea of leaving their shortcut so soon.

"Now?" he asked, standing with her and following her back down to the bedroom. "You are welcome to stay."

Ginny shook here head, not even looking at him now. "I can't stay," she said, her voice strained.

"And why not?" he asked, stopping her progress through the room as she retrieved her strewn clothing. He stood tall over her, his eyes gazing down into her own wide eyes, that doe-like expression on her face again.

"Because I've paid an arm and a leg for that hotel suite," she said, pointing in the general direction of the island. "I cannot afford to spend time away from it again."

"Cancel your suite then," he said in a moment of pure idiocy, his brain essentially losing control at that point at the thought of her not being in such close proximity to him again. The only way he could control this thing was to have her near, or so he thought. "Cancel it and stay in mine."

"What?" she said, the look on her face clearly showing her surprise at such a request as her brow knitted together in confusion, her mouth parting just that little bit in shock.

Draco turned from her, agitated at the loss of his logical faculties and dragged a hand through his hair as he attempted to make sense of this. There was no damn sense to this. "You heard," he said in a low voice, turning back to her again and unable to retract his previous words. "Stay in my suite."

"Have you lost your mind?" she asked in all seriousness. "I can't stay in your suite, this can't happen again. Don't you understand?"

"No," he answered, "there isn't anything to understand aside from the knowledge that I want you."

Ginny appeared to be dumbfounded as she bit her lip nervously, sorting through her thoughts. "You've already had me," she finally said, and it actually hurt him to detect a little shame in her tone.

Draco grasped her to him, his hands at her waist to delay her departure as long as possible. He needed her to realise that there had to be more. "And I don't think I could entertain the idea of not having you a second time," he said in a gruff voice, his need for her throwing civilised speech to the wind.

"And then what?" she said, sighing heavily. "A third time? A fourth? It cannot continue. I won't allow it – Merlin knows what my parents would think of me, my brothers... No. I can't allow this."

Draco realised at this point that it could do no good to keep a hold of her, she would only resist and possibly hex him. No good would come of that. So he released his hold on her. "You came to this island seeking a solution to your problems. Maybe your problem is that you try to emulate Potter and act selfless; your problem is that you are not made to be selfless, little nymph... You were made like the rest of us and it's Potter's loss that he can't see that."

He left her then, standing there and looking as though he had hit her. Draco had half-expected her to lash out at him as he had brought up Potter, but she seemed too shocked by the bluntness of his words. Perhaps she had never been spoken to in such a way, but he knew it was the truth. Living by Potter's standards was unmanageable and he had been a fool to let her slip through his fingers because of his apparent selflessness.

The sound of her Apparating drew him out of his thoughts and left only a cold and empty void in the pit of his stomach.

A couple of days had since passed and Draco had taken to remaining in his suite again, lamenting at his own foolishness for believing that one night with her would be enough. All he craved was her touch, it was all he could think about; the smoothness of her skin, the pale glow of it and the freckles carelessly strewn over her arms and back, and across her nose. The brightness of her eyes when she was in anger and in lust. It all flooded back to him with sharp clarity and he knew he might have been better off abstaining from her in the first place.

How could any good have come from this? He often wondered that and hadn't come to any sort of conclusion as yet since there had been something very good. The very remembrance of what it felt like to be buried deep within her was enough for him to know it had been more than good. Everything else that had happened after still could not tarnish it and he burned to hold her again, to have her at his mercy.

What was causing him the greatest feeling of aggravation now was the newest arrivals to the hotel, spotted from his balcony, fawning over Ginny by the pool. Of course they would, Matías had even warned him of such an occurrence. But that had been before he realised the full scale of her, before he realised how much of an intoxicant she could be. Now it was of greatest importance that they believe Ginny was not theirs to claim. He had already claimed her, that primal thing inside him knew that and it urged him to claw her back, to bring her to her senses and fill her again and again until she realised that there could be no one else.

Another dangerous thought. A thought that took him beyond the island.

But the thought wouldn't disappear and it was frustrating. Usually he could deftly pick and choose what he would think about at any given moment and put those unwanted thoughts away until a more convenient time came along to sort through them. Draco knew there was no convenient time now, his time was limited here, as was hers. With that in mind, he called on the concierge.

"Matías, take my finest linen suit, get it cleaned and pressed ready for this evening," he said.

"Señor will be leaving his room tonight?" he asked, a knowing smile on his face. "These new hombres are giving you the jealousy, Señor?"

Draco pursed his lips, he could barely acknowledge he was jealous to himself let alone to a near stranger. "I only wish to dine downstairs this evening."

Matías tapped his nose and winked. "Sí, Señor, dinner downstairs, Sí." He then left Draco on the balcony to do as he was asked, making Draco wonder why he should be so jealous. But this was an absurd question. Especially after experiencing what her body had done to him, what her rejection had done to him. There was no why, no rhyme or reason, there was only the urgent desire now to show her that she belonged to him. If only on this island at least.

His suit was returned to him later that afternoon, it was a vivid blue and suitable for the warm evening he would be spending in the bar. Hopefully she would be there and hopefully this time he wouldn't get a black eye. Draco ate his dinner in a rush, not wishing to linger in the restaurant for too long especially as he was impatient to see her, to speak with her, anything. Finally, he was able to move into the bar with a full stomach, though he felt his chest constrict as he spotted Ginny almost immediately.

She was up on the dancefloor, though mercifully not with another man, and joining in with the entertainment staff and other guests doing the signature dance. Personally, he had thought it was worthy of second hand embarrassment when he had first seen the guests joining in, but seeing her do it gave him an incomprehensible urge to go up there himself and show them all how it should be done. Absurd. Absolutely absurd.

That was one urge he was very willing to suppress, so he went to the bar, ordered a Firewhiskey and stood there whilst he downed it. And another. And another for good measure. What he needed it for, Draco was unsure, he just knew a little bit of Dutch courage was in order as now he had competition. Something which he was not used to when in pursuit of a woman as they always dropped whomever they had hanging on for him, so this was totally alien to him.

The dance ended and the crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause as the staff and guests who joined in bowed happily before dispersing. The staff would go and prepare for the evening's main entertainment now, something which Draco had never enjoyed on holiday so he wasn't fussed about seeing whatever they had planned. He spotted Ginny's flash of coppery curls weaving through the crowd as she made her way over to the bar, only to stop when her eyes fell on him.

The exchange that passed between them burned bright, and it was then that Draco knew she felt it too. There was no way in hell she couldn't feel it, the fire and the shock of a storm all in one gaze. His own heart raced with anticipation, his blood pumping and heightening his senses and all they wanted was to sense her. But then she walked the other way, bypassing him and coming to halt at the other end of the bar.

Draco stared after her in disbelief. How could she ignore it? How? Ginny Weasley was a true puzzle that he struggled to piece together, she defied all logic and reason. He would have to take control again, it was the only way she responded to him. He ordered a white wine, their best, and pushed his way through the other guests at the bar to reach her. She was sat on a bar stool, an empty wine glass already beside her and immediately her eyes found his once more. Draco didn't fail to notice the slump of her shoulders, but this would not deter him.

"I take it you are going to persist?" she asked simply.

Draco leaned against the bar in front of her and placed the wine glass down. "No," he replied. "I bought you a drink." He gestured to the wine, for which she briefly thanked him for. "I only came over to talk. You and I are the only native English speakers here, after all."

Ginny considered the wine glass, her fingers going to the stem before she lifted it to her mouth to sip. Draco sensed that she would rather have taken a more significant gulp. "There are many others who can speak decent English, maybe you should try mingling."

"I have no desire to mingle," he replied, never taking his eyes off her. "If you do not wish me to talk to you, then I won't."

Ginny took another, deeper sip of her wine, as if to hide the emotions on her face. The woman was so torn she may as well be in two places – she was frightened of the attraction she felt between them, but she wanted to test it at the same time. "You can stay," she finally said. "But I don't want you trying anything again."

Draco smiled. "Little nymph..." He murmured, chuckling. "I didn't try anything last time, you wanted it just as much as I did. How else did you end up in my bed?"

"It would be great if you could keep your voice down," she whispered. "Especially if you are going to speak so explicitly! And you practically talked me into bed."

Draco laughed properly this time, resisting the urge to brush his hand over her cheek. "Which wouldn't have worked if you didn't want it," he replied, quieter this time at her request. "Let us move on from that, in any case. I will admit that I may have persuaded you at least a little, and you will admit that you wanted it. Then we can move on."

Ginny scoffed. "I don't need to admit anything to you," she said with the smallest of smiles curving her mouth upwards.

"Then to yourself," he said. "You can't lie to yourself, otherwise how can you believe in anything you do?"

Ginny stared at him. "You took that from Dempsey's book!" she accused, pointing at him for good measure.

Draco kept his face smooth, but mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. "It's a good line," he said with a shrug. "And one that applies to you, it would seem."

"I got the impression you had only read them casually," she said, an eyebrow quirking upwards as she gave him a sceptical look. "To quote them means you must have read them more than once."

Or written them, he thought to himself with irony. "I just have a good memory," he said, shrugging again, keeping nonchalant. "And have you got them memorized?"

Ginny's cheeks darkened with a blush. "Not on purpose," she replied, fiddling with her wine glass. "I've read them so many times – they've been helpful this year." A strained look appeared on her face for only a moment, but she did herself of it just as quickly as it came.

"I thought you had a thousand family members you could go to with your problems, I wouldn't have thought you needed a book to tell you," he said, and he wasn't mocking her at all. He wanted to know how his books could have possibly brought her here, a fact that she hadn't elaborated on a couple of days ago. When he had written those books, there was no intentional message or hidden meaning – it was just stories he had in his head. But then he remembered writing the second one, and that was during the time Astoria began to change, when their relationship had changed. A lot of that emotion ended up in the book. It essentially drained it out of him and now he was unable to complete his three book deal.

Ginny bit her lower lip, her brows coming together as she obviously wondered if she should really spill her problems on Draco Malfoy, of all people. "I couldn't go to my family – they love Harry!" she burst out, a fire igniting in her eyes as she spoke. "They love me, yes, but they were obsessed with it working out. It was always what I should do to keep him happy, that I should let him have some space for his work, that I should concentrate on my work too. I shouldn't pressure him because of his job, on and on and on. I know they meant well, I know they wanted him to propose to me as much as I did, but it wasn't the kind of advice I needed." Ginny paused and took a larger gulp of her wine. "My game suffered, it suffers still. Not because I am so desperate to have him back, Merlin no, but because of the pressure from my family. Now they tell me I must win him back. Those books, more the second one, helped me realise that I needed to think about me and no one else, that if he doubted being with me then why would I bother considering him again? I'm not here because I'm trying to get over Harry, that happened ages ago, I think it happened the moment he ended it. I'd already been getting the feeling for months before that he was not completely invested in me."

Draco let her finish, let her drink her wine again and relax after her outburst. "Potter is a massive prat," he said once she seemed calm. "If your family can't see that he doesn't deserve you, then there is something deeply wrong with them." Draco was completely confused at why Potter would not want this woman to be his wife, to bear his children. She was from good wizarding stock, she would have given him a large family if he had wanted that. It was obvious that she would protect whomever she loved with fierce rage and relentless pursuit, how Potter could give that up was utterly mind-boggling. On top of all that, she was effortlessly beautiful.

"I never thought I'd hear you say something like that to me, let alone to anyone for that matter," Ginny said, surprised, another look appearing on her face as though she was truly seeing him for the first time.

"Like I said, I'm not the boy I was," he replied in a firm tone.

Ginny gave him an appraising look, surprising him and sending a jolt to his navel at what that look could mean. "I know you're not a boy anymore," she said quietly, her gaze fixed on his as she leaned closer to him, another thrill of anticipation running through him like a crashing waterfall. "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?" she whispered as she slid off her stool.

"Dance?" he asked, looking down at her and seeing a blazing look of lust behind her long lashes. He hadn't even realised music had started. He'd rather take her to his suite and ravish her on his bed, or on the balcony, anywhere.

She smirked and it turned out to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen on her so far. "Yes, I'd love to dance," she said, and she took his hand and led him away from the bar. Draco could only follow behind her, watching as her hips swayed when she walked with purpose and allowing himself to be taken off on a tidal wave of desire. But he couldn't allow her to lead, she had to realise that he took control in these things – there was no deference involved when it came to sex for him.

Draco took the lead now when it came to weaving through the throng of guests who had decided to spectate and watch the other guests dancing. Because this wasn't a dance, this was part of the sex and he had known it the moment she had looked at him with dark lust in her eyes. She couldn't have chosen a better time to ask for a dance, the music was sensual enough for him to get her excited, for him to get excited and he could dance when he wanted to.

They spoke nothing to each other for the entirety of the song, their bodies pressed together in a wanton rhythm, their eyes nowhere else but each other, their hands holding on to each other as if afraid they might be wrenched apart. Draco knew there were other couples dancing a tad more lascivious than they were by what he had seen before all he could look at was Ginny, but even he knew he was testing the boundaries of decency when he caught her mouth with his own. He tasted the wine and the Firewhiskey he had earlier as her tongue slid over his and she moaned ever so quietly as he deepened the kiss. Her body pressed into his, moving with the rhythm and it was more than he could stand, her body touching his most sensitive parts and his mouth on hers was a certified way of exciting him even further than he already was. Therefore he was not surprised when he growled with impatience at the twitch he felt in his trousers again.

Ginny giggled against his mouth. "Do you want to take me upstairs?" she whispered.

That giggle, that fucking giggle... His senses overflowed with her and all he could do was nod, for he feared he would tell her exactly what he would do to her upstairs.

"You must wait for the song to finish, then..." She said.

This only caused him to growl again. "You know exactly what you do to me, don't you, little wench?" he muttered in her ear, and then he grasped the side of her neck to expose the other side to his waiting mouth. He had to taste her everywhere, if he couldn't have her right now, then he would taste her at least. Ginny gasped as his teeth sunk into her flesh and he sucked her skin, the softness of it would bruise easily and he relished that fact. She belonged to him, he had every right to mark her as such.

"Upstairs!" she gasped out. "Take me upstairs!"

Draco laughed into her neck. He didn't need telling twice as he grasped her hand and left the dancefloor with her. He called to a waiter, telling him to send up their best bottle of champagne and not to disturb him for the foreseeable future until asked. Now he had her, Draco was not going to let her go as easily even if that meant keeping her in a constant state of hedonistic pleasure.

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