Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters from the world of Harry Potter, which is owned by J.K. Rowling. The characters, creatures and other related descriptions are also owned by J.K. Rowling. I will not be receiving any monies in relation to this fan fiction. I have also used the HP Lexicon for some minor details.

ISLA MAGICA

ONE

Draco had been on the island for a week already and not one spark of inspiration had come to him. He blamed Astoria. If she hadn't ended things with him, then the dreaded writer's block wouldn't have happened. He took a swig from his beer bottle and leant on the balcony, the sun bearing down upon him as he took in the view, hoping that this would provide a source of inspiration.

To no avail, and he had known that it wouldn't. Scenery had never driven him to write before, it had always been people and situations. Draco also knew that he had been struggling to write many months before Astoria gave her engagement ring back.

The sound of unrestrained laughter floated up to him and he turned his gaze downwards to seek the source of the odd sound. Odd because no one laughed without reserve on this island. Draco had experienced heart-stopping fear in his time, so he knew the tell tale thump in his chest when it happened immediately, but he was not scared of what he saw on the ground below. How could he be when what he saw was one of the most beautiful women he had ever witnessed... at least from behind.

She wasn't blonde or tanned, she wasn't tall and she certainly wasn't born into money; that he could tell from the open way in which she had laughed, without a care to her luxurious and rich surroundings. This woman wore a white lace, translucent kimono which she wore over an emerald green bikini, affording him ample view of her petite frame, she had well rounded hips and athletic-looking legs. She must take part in some kind of physical sport – Quidditch, perhaps. That would explain her being able to afford to stay on the island. Her waist wasn't too skinny nor was it too wide and her skin glowed in the afternoon sunshine, even though she was pale. Her fair skin was what possibly warranted the large, floppy hat – though he could still see her hair falling down to her waist. It glowed like her skin, but it was the glow of a hungry fire – red, coppery.

Draco had to see her face but he was rooted to the spot, leaning on his balcony railing, beer in hand and his mouth hanging open as his eyes followed her to the edge of the pool under the shade of some palm trees. Here, she removed her kimono and laid on the deckchair. Still, her face was partially concealed by her sun hat, but now he was certain that she wasn't tall at all due to the fact that her whole body remained on the length of the deckchair. Draco was fairly certain that his own feet and calves would dangle off the end if he laid down fully. He generally went for taller women, but this woman could prove to be an exception, especially when she had a body like that...

Draco drew in a breath as she finally removed her sun hat and placed it on the table beside her, but she wore large sunglasses, which hid her face almost as well as her hat. Though now he could see the shape of her jawline from the distance between them. He watched her for a while before realising that it should have been beneath him to ogle a woman from the edge of his balcony, or to ogle a woman in the first place. He was used to women coming to him, showing an interest in him – his money helped with that. And what was special about this woman? She wasn't his usual type – she had red hair, pale skin and she was short.

"Señor Malfoy?" a voice called from behind him. It was the concierge, come to take his usual order for dinner.

"Matías," Draco said as he went back into the shade of his suite, "who is this woman? Come." Draco grasped Matías's arm and near dragged him to the balcony to point out the redhead by the pool.

Draco saw a slow smile creeping on the concierge's face as he looked below. "Ah, Señor has seen the beautiful señorita," Matías chuckles to himself.

Draco glared at Matías. "Yes," he hissed, impatient. "Who is she?"

Matías laughed again as he took in Draco's impatience. "Famous Quidditch star, Señor Malfoy, Señorita Ginevra Weasley."

Draco stared at the concierge, eyes bulging. "No, it isn't!" he snapped. "I've met Weasley and she looks nothing like that!" He glanced down at the woman again in disbelief. That could not be Weasley, it just couldn't. No sane Malfoy would ever admit to salivating over a damn Weasley.

"Well, Señor, that is the Weasley of famous all-women Quidditch team," Matías said with a shrug. "Señorita arrived only this morning."

Draco was at a loss for words and so said nothing further as he let himself stare down at her again, aghast and disappointed at this information. Now he looked closely at her, Draco could see in her shortness and in the confident way she carried herself that it could only be Weasley. The very colour of her hair should have warned him of that very fact from the beginning.

"Señor? You would like me to take your dinner order now?" Matías asked, cutting through Draco's inner monologue.

"No, no," he said, waving him off absentmindedly. "I'll take my dinner downstairs this evening."

"Ah," Matías tapped his nose as he made to leave, "I know. You wish to meet this Señorita. Don't worry, Señor, Matías will make certain that you shall be seated near her!"

Draco baulked at such an idea. "Oh, Merlin, no!" he exclaimed, but the concierge was already half way out the door by the time Draco had voiced his disapproval. "There will be no – shit!"

Matías shut the door to his suite and left Draco standing there, unsure of what to do. He went back to the balcony and looked down at her again... Even Draco couldn't deny to himself now that she was gorgeous, particularly as he had been staring at her for a good half hour before Matías had disturbed him. A sense of urgency grew within him as he watched her, the feeling reminiscent of how it felt to hunger for something you know you shouldn't have. A touch of the forbidden could taste sweeter than anything he'd ever had before. All that he had engaged with before had left a bitter taste anyway, perhaps it would do him some good to try a new palate.

Then he remembered why he had come to the island in the first place; to write his novel. A novel that currently had no characters or premise. Some much needed inspiration could come from this guilty dalliance he had planned, therefore Draco felt justified in putting his novel to one side in favour of more pleasurable pursuits.

Draco had to shake himself out of such thoughts. A woman was the last thing he needed, least of all one that had the surname of Weasley. Astoria had dumped him mere months ago, the wound wasn't exactly fresh but it would take a lot for him to trust another woman for some time. And Weasley was with Potter, he remembered, the insufferable and perpetual hero of the wizarding world, and no matter how handsome Draco thought himself to be... and taller... he could not compete with the Boy Who Lived – twice!

The thought of Potter having this redheaded siren annoyed him more than it reasonably should have, but Draco pushed that thought to back of his mind – that part of his brain in which he kept tortuous thoughts sealed in Gringotts style vaults. He would go to dinner, at any rate, how could he not when he had the chance to look at her close up?

And that was another thought that needed to be sealed away.

Draco could truthfully say to himself that Matías was intrinsically dedicated to the guests of the hotel. He had come good on his offer to have him sat nearby to Weasley, however, there may have been some overzealousness in choosing to seat the pair of them in perhaps one of the most romantic spots on the island, along with all the extra adornments Matías had no doubt orchestrated.

The two tables were on the white stone terrace of the hotel which looked out over the curving caldera that had once been an active volcano many millennia ago. The result was lush green mountains surrounding a vast blue swathe of ocean, with a white sand beach framing the entirety of it like a bright crescent moon. The sun was setting directly ahead of the terrace, which was itself carved out of the very cliff the hotel had been built on. Burning oil lamps were dotted along the edge of the terrace, affording a pretty ambient light to the scene, the topiary bushes had been stuffed with fireflies and the canopy above had been enchanted to reflect the clear dusky sky.

Draco drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for her to turn up and get this over with. Next time, he wouldn't give the staff any indication of any potential love interests and forgo this interminable awkwardness; it was never a good idea to get involved with someone on holiday, especially when that person was practically married to Harry Potter and was related to that prat, Ron Weasley. He would eat his dinner and leave, he wouldn't even need to acknowledge her.

Then the sound of her laughter reached his ears again, that unreserved and sweet giggle that he suddenly wished to be the cause of. Draco felt himself tense up and felt the urge to undo his top button as his blood rushed fast and he grew hot. The sound of her heels clicking on the stone floor came closer and closer and he registered that she was being escorted to her table by a chatty and flirtatious waiter.

"Thank you, Roberto," she said as the waiter pulled the chair out for her to sit down on. Roberto then made a great deal out of flourishing the thick white linen napkin, which only caused her to giggle again, before placing it on her lap.

"Señorita must try the red wine," the waiter said. "It is a good year, perhaps the year you were born?"

Weasley laughed again. "You're too much, Roberto, but I will try it, thank you."

Roberto gave an equally flamboyant bow before he left the two of them alone on the terrace, and Draco took the opportunity to look upon her before she realised who she was sharing the sunset with. With a jolt in his heart and a breath catching in his throat, he knew this woman was fire; the deep red dress she wore clung to her figure, the red hair cascading down to her waist in smooth, coppery curls that shone in the glow of the sunset all served to make her like fire. Then the breeze caught her scent and filled his nostrils and he had to close his eyes as the sweetness of it overwhelmed him.

"Malfoy?!"

She'd finally noticed him, it didn't take her very long at all – having grown up outside of the unwritten rules of upper class wizarding society, she wouldn't have known that it would have been seen as rude to acknowledge him.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Evening, Weasley, I thought it might have been you," he drawled. This was familiar, this made sense. "No one else has such a garish shade of hair."

Weasley looked back at him now, all traces of the serenity in her face as she looked out at the caldera were gone, now replaced with disapproval. Even with her mouth twisted in disgust, she looked like an inviting fire. It would be something indeed if he could get at least an ounce of warmth from that fire... No, no! That had been decided against earlier, there would be no nothing with her.

"You didn't answer my question," she snapped. "What are you doing here?"

Draco smirked and tore his gaze away from her face, a movement that he found to be surprising hardship. He proceeded to make a show of unfolding his napkin and placing it over his lap. "That really is none of your business," he finally answered in a smug voice.

Weasley made a hmmph sound. "Just my luck," he heard her mutter, "should have known." Draco looked at her out of the corner of his eye, trying to hear her mutterings, intrigued. "Poor season I've had..." she trailed off, her words now unintelligible. "Then Harry... Of course, this holiday just had to have something wrong with it."

"You know, it is rather rude to mutter away to yourself when there are other people around," he said, turning to look at her again.

"Well... Don't listen then," she snapped, turning away from him abruptly to stare out at the view. Draco could tell she wasn't really taking it in, the frown on her face told him that straight away.

Draco chuckled and followed her gaze to look out over the ocean again, but then he realised something. Her mentioning Potter had made him think. "Why are you on your own? Thought you and Potter were married by now." He sounded casual, but inside, away from the judgemental thoughts of others, Draco was burning to know.

Weasley did not respond straight away, at first it appeared she was fighting with herself over whether or not to insult him and ignore the question, but then she sighed deeply. "Not that it's any of your business, but it will all be in the papers soon enough anyway..." she said, her voice weary all of a sudden as she mentioned the press. "Harry and I are no longer together. And we weren't married, anyway. Where's Roberto gone?" she said, more to herself as she twisted in her seat to look back into the main restaurant area.

This gave Draco a wonderful view of her chest as her neckline plunged in silken folds to her solar plexus, the soft outline of her breast moved as she moved, and he could tell the ample flesh there was soft like luxurious velvet. If only he could test that theory with his own fingers.

"What do you think you're looking at?" her voice cut through his unwanted fantasy like a sharp Stinging Jinx.

"You," he replied without thinking. Draco snapped his gaze up to meet hers when he realised his folly, and he saw her pretty mouth slacken and her eyes widen. Merlin... her eyes... How had he never noticed them before? They were deep-set and framed by long dark lashes, giving her a sultry look, but it was the deep amber colour that took him by surprise – they were like Firewhiskey, in shade and in the way they made him feel punch drunk.

She continued to stare wide-eyed at him as if waiting for him to retract his answer, but Draco never retracted. Even though he knew it was dangerous to allow her to know he was even looking. "Well, I'd appreciate it if you looked elsewhere," she said haughtily before facing back towards the sunset again.

Draco caught himself this time before he could question why he would look elsewhere when she was all there was worth looking at. But, that was dangerous territory again. He could not pursue her, not when he was likely to be rejected. Though... it was interesting that she was no longer with Potter, he wondered what had happened to bring an end to the perfect power couple who had lorded it over the wizarding world for near on six or seven years.

Roberto returned with Weasley's red wine and made another show of opening it and pouring it out for her, using his wand to make the wine cascade into her glass in swirls and loops. Draco rolled his eyes as she giggled again – was she really so easily pleased by such a trick? He could do ten times better than that. Not that he needed to, he had better turn his attentions to a worthier pursuit than a Weasley – a tall and sleek blonde with slim hips and smaller breasts and unblemished skin, darkened by the sun. His mother and father would approve, of course, and they would have perfect little blonde babies to carry the Malfoy name. That image alone caused a violent reaction of disgust to well up inside of him, a reaction he had never experienced before when planning his future, a reaction that had only occurred when this redheaded siren had caught his eye hours earlier...

Draco quickly gulped back his own drink, devouring the burning sensation of the alcohol in his mouth. He didn't want to think about his future, it involved marriage to a woman his parents approved of, perhaps a loveless marriage. All because he wanted his parents to be happy – they hadn't been really happy since the Dark Lord had returned over a decade ago, even when he had been vanquished. Draco felt he could make them happy again through his choices, but he had yet to make that choice. It had nearly been there with Astoria, but he knew it was time to move on... and Ginny Weasley was not the woman to move on with. Ten years ago, he would have never even considered touching a Weasley, letting alone doing with her what his body wanted him to do.

They sat in silence as the sun set and their food arrived, and Draco felt contented enough to simply stare out at the horizon as the last flash of red burning sunlight framed the ocean and disappeared beneath the blackening waves in the distance. A cooler breeze passed over the terrace now, but he felt warm from the wine and food filling his belly, it was that warm feeling of happiness that he had rarely felt since the Dark Lord had returned and been dispatched. He remembered a time before him, yet it was tainted by the knowledge that, as a boy, he had wanted that monster to return and wreak havoc on the muggles and muggleborns. Now, that could not be any farther from the truth. So, he felt that long lost contentment simply sitting there and drinking his excellent wine and admiring the night sky.

"S'beautiful..." Weasley slurred in a quiet voice, forcing Draco to look over at her. She was standing up, not looking at him and so he could only assume she spoke to herself. He also noted the empty wine bottle on her table with some trepidation.

Weasley tottered over to the edge of the terrace, Draco's eyes widening with each movement she made and yet he still could not fail to notice her sumptuously milky smooth thigh being exposed from the split going up the length of her dress which the breeze had managed to open. "Get back here now, Weasley!" he growled with a sudden urgency, his legs springing him up from his seat before his brain could barely register the action as he watched her lean precariously over the railing.

Weasley gasped loudly as her heeled feet left the stone floor, but Draco managed to wrench her arm back hard just in time. "What do you think you're doing? How old are you?!" he hissed at her as she fell face forward into him, the red wine obviously coursing through her and making her act a total fool. Typical Gryffindor. But his ire with her could not last, Weasley may be drunk but she was still unreservedly enticing. Her small body was pressed into his so he could feel each curve and angle of her and it took an ample amount of his own willpower to keep his hands firmly on her arms rather than grasping her behind and pulling her closer to him. It took a great deal of deep breathing to calm the storm raging below as he forced the images of her petite body submitting to his own larger one in the confines of his suite.

"I can fly," she muttered in an indignant voice, pushing him away and the disconnect from her was so sudden that Draco was angry to find his own body reacting badly to the separation. It followed her along the terrace against his own better and prideful judgement; it's primal need and instinct knew this woman's body could be his tonight and that was all. "Hey... stop following me, Malfoy! S'creepy 'nd I don't need you t'save – hic – me!"

Draco had followed her around the length of the terrace, which extended around the restaurant and opened up into another terrace that overlooked the vast waterfall and only lake on the island below, her slurred voice snapping him back to his own self again. What in Merlin's name was he thinking? He wasn't supposed to be getting involved with Weasley, least of all when she was drunk. Where was the pride in sleeping with someone when they had been drunk? "You're disgustingly drunk, Weasley and you nearly just died then," he said soberly, staring down at her as her own amber-coloured eyes tried to focus on him. Up this close, he could see how pure an amber they were, not like Firewhiskey at all. No, they were Firewhiskey; bright and pure in colour and... But he needed to focus. Perhaps some of his own wine had gone to his head. "If I hadn't just pulled you back, you would have fallen on the rocks below," he continued, forcing himself to be serious.

"Jus' being dramatic, jus' leeme alone," she mumbled, waving him off and effectively dismissing him like some shamed servant.

Draco's blood boiled immediately at being banished by a Weasley, and he growled low at such a humiliation. "You don't send me away like some house elf, Weasley," he sneered at her, grasping her arm again as she tried to walk away from him. "I could buy this island if I wanted to and throw you off of it so fast you won't even have time to put your underwear on," he smirked as her eyes flashed with surprise through her drunken haze. "Oh, you didn't think anyone would notice that you were naked under this dress, Weasley? Very daring for a girl who's only ever been with one man."

"You know nothing 'bout – hic – me!" she exclaimed, though she did not fight against the grip he held on her. Ginny Weasley was not the type of girl to back away from a fight. "And I guess you're desperate if you're looking at a Weasley! Not had anything in a long time, Malfoy? I heard your – hic – fiancé dumped you..."

"Don't make me shut you up, Weasley," he growled at her, his eyes boring into hers as she glared up at him. Now her eyes were like fire, like everything else about her.

"Thought that migh'be why you're here," she muttered with a smirk on her luscious mouth. Draco wondered if he could turn those blush pink lips cherry red with his own expectant mouth. "Trying to get over her the ol'fashioned way, Malfoy? Looking for some willing girls to take to bed, are you? Don't even think 'bout coming for me."

"I'm not here to get over Astoria, so don't presume to know my motives," he finally said, more to end his wayward thoughts. They were relentless at this point – the proximity of her body, her heady sweet scent, the softness of her breath hitting his chest were overwhelming to his primal senses. "She's nothing, an ineffectual blot on my past. On the other hand, Potter has left quite the mark on you, hasn't he?" he said cruelly. "Damaged goods which can only be admired from afar. I'd never touch you even if you begged."

Weasley only laughed to herself, that same sound that had drawn his gaze to her in the first place, her head falling back languidly as she did so and exposing her pearly-coloured throat to him. And it was just another place for him to kiss her... "S'Not good to lie... I know you want to touch me," she murmured as her eyes met his again. "I've seen that look in so many men's eyes before... hic... It only means one thing." Weasley laughed again and it was suddenly the most sensual sound he had ever heard in his life, low and tempting, but girlish at the same time, innocent. "And I'm not here because of Harry either, so guess you shouldn't presume too."

Draco stared down at her, her unsteadiness making her rock forward into him and he felt a hunger within which he knew would not be satiated by any kind of food. It wanted her, only she would satisfy the hunger and he knew this when his body reacted like a storm when hers touched his; his blood raging in his veins like a churning and unforgiving ocean, his skin burning like a wildfire craving oxygen to grow and blaze even stronger, his breath fast like an indecisive wind. It was disgusting how this Weasley caused him such a reaction as he had never felt before.

Weasley laughed again. "You're so pathetic that you probably hate yourself for wanting me," she said. "But you're not as high and mighty as your mummy and daddy would have you believe – even you would sleep with a commoner if she had a nice face and body. Just like any man."

Draco needed to take control of this situation, he couldn't allow this little redhead any further comment and he certainly wouldn't allow her to strut over his pride. She was just a commoner to him, after all. "And I suppose you left your room with innocent intentions when you decided not to put any underwear on?" Draco smirked down at her as he let her arm go and instead pulled her to him by her waist. His body groaned as she gasped at his action, her delicate hands going to his chest to keep a barrier between them. "You wanted someone to notice, you craved a little male attention..." he murmured into her ear. "Well, now you've got my undivided attention." He chuckled as he dared flick his tongue out against her ear, and revelled in the gasping sound she let escape her again.

This was not going at all how he had planned, but it was too much to resist any longer. Even just being in her company for just over an hour had been a sensory overload, and his body begged him for release, a release that he hadn't had for some time now. Weasley hadn't been wrong about that. Now she had him standing on the precipice, perhaps of that waterfall in the distance, wanting to jump in without a care in the world, something he would never have done before.

But still he felt he were regaining control of the situation, making her shut up and submit to him. And he carried on daring to touch her with his mouth as she had not protested his experimental flick, though now he lowered his head to gain access to that pearly throat he had glimpsed earlier. His mouth moved gently across her smooth skin and he could feel the pulse in her neck throbbing against his lips and it only made him want her more. Draco pressed his face deeply into the crook of her neck and drank in her intoxicating scent, a scent that reminded him of the exhilarating rush of flying through the meadow at Malfoy Manor, and he lifted a hand up to manipulate her like he would his own Firebolt, grasping her throat to coax her head to the side all so he could ravage her there with his mouth and teeth.

Draco growled as he heard her gasp once more in response to his gentle nipping, a sound so animalistic that he was surprised that it had come from him at all. If she hadn't decided to slap him across the face for his forwardness now, then he knew he could dare to do more, and, dear Merlin, he wanted to do more. He traced the length of her collarbone with his fingers and slowly dropped his hand downwards toward her chest, his palm brushing against the silk which covered her modesty. Draco curled his fingers around the material and forced it aside, allowing him immediate access to the naked flesh of her full breast, the cool air instantly tightening her nipple under his hand.

"Not here..." she whispered, her own small hand coming up to clasp over his, and he could smell the alcohol on her cool breath. But Draco was reluctant to lose the feel of her so soon and held her tighter to him, a guttural sound escaping his throat in protest of her trying to end it now. "Not here..." she insisted more firmly, nervousness entering her tone now.

Draco forced his mouth from her throat and looked hazily down at her. "Then where?" And, dear Merlin, she looked so deliciously vulnerable with her breast exposed to the moonlight and the evidence of his assault on her throat already blooming for all to see. He didn't wait for her to answer, instead he lifted her and placed her on the stone wall which had been built alongside the hotel. Here she was raised up and at the perfect height for him to cup her breast and guide her lusciously pink nipple into his hot mouth.

"My bedroom," she gasped out, "my bedroom!" But Draco couldn't let her go now, he had to taste her skin for a moment longer and so he did. The little redhead was surprisingly powerless against his firm hold on her, all she could do was let him suck and lick on her there. Draco could feel himself swelling against his carefully tailored trousers, which had funnily enough not been cut to fit that kind of movement, and he knew they couldn't go back through the restaurant. If only he had the audacity to take her right there on the wall, so close to the prying eyes of the staff and other guests.

"You'd better be sober enough to Apparate to your bedroom, Weasley..." he near groaned as his trousers tightened and rubbed unpleasantly against his hardness. "There's no way I'm walking back through that restaurant."

Weasley looked down to where he gestured and he saw her eyes widen for the briefest of moments. "I'm not even drunk... s'no big deal..." Draco felt himself throb with urgency as she slipped her dress aside, revealing her thigh again, and this time he noticed the strap which went around her leg. Her wand was slotted in the thin sheath the strap was attached to and, for some reason, seeing this sent a surge of burning lust through him even more. She grasped at the front of his shirt and forced him to Apparate with her, the squishing sensation doing nothing to ease his want at all.

They landed in her bedroom and Draco realised she must be in one of the junior suites as her rooms were significantly smaller than his. Then he had to catch her as she teetered over unsteadily, and he used the opportunity to sweep her up into his arms. Not drunk, indeed. This was probably the most drunk she had ever been in her life, otherwise she wouldn't have allowed Draco Malfoy to suck at her breast so wantonly, nor suggest he even come back to her room and behave so placid. He laid her down on her queen-sized bed amongst her newly changed sheets and plumped up pillows to stand over her and take in the scene. Then it took every ounce and inch of willpower he had left to do what he did next.

"It's been... interesting, Weasley," he drawled. "Now it's time for you to go to sleep."

Weasley stared wide-eyed up at him. "What?" she hissed.

"I don't sleep with drunk witches," he said simply as he walked away from her and plucked his own wand from his pocket.

"How dare you?!" she shouted, scrambling to get up. "I'm not drunk!" She then rolled spectacularly off the bed with a loud thump.

At this point, Draco Apparated back to his own suite and immediately removed his trousers. He realised his breath was running short and his blood was thudding hard and fast in his veins as though it were trying to escape the heat she caused within him. He couldn't let that happen again, he couldn't allow himself that weakness to give into such base urges like a lowly beast. Only tonight, he told himself, that was it... she'd barely remember anything in the morning anyway.

With that last thought, he took himself off to bask under a cool shower and do what he hadn't done since he was a teenager. This would be the last base act of this holiday and it was only because it was now too painful to let lie.

A/N: So, I wrote this over the summer and have only just come back to it now. My inspiration came from the Mills and Boon romance books, and I wondered what could a Draco/Ginny Mills and Boon romance look like, and this is the result. If you like it, please review. If you have any constructive criticism, please review. If you like it, please review also, they are much appreciated. Look forward to seeing you for the next chapter