Chapter 11:

There was a time that Draco once said that women were his weakness. It was always true. It was true when his father was taken away to Azkaban. It was true when he officially joined the death eaters. It was true when he was put on the official task force to infiltrate weapons and intelligence for the Dark Lord. Draco was not sure when it ceased to be true, but it did. Somewhere along the line he lost all interest in women. Somewhere along the line he lost all interest of himself, focused only on his missions and what skills he needed to succeed in them.

That was part of the reason he began to find looking over the Weasley as tolerable. In the confines of a small cell there were not many skills necessary but the art of conversation. Eventually what started out as cold and commanding gave way to earnest and revealing exchanges that revealed that two people, seemingly on opposite sides, shared very much in common. It was what he would term an emotional holiday, where he could forget everything that went on the previous night during his missions, and focus on himself as a person, remember his dreams, wishes, memories.

Draco was surprised that he was able to revert to pre-war times during these interactions. He was even more surprised now that she was bringing back his the other aspect of his personality, his weakness for women.

Her kiss shocked him. When she leaned in to him he was so caught up in relaying his memory that he stupidly had no idea what she was doing. When her lips touched his softly, he was so caught up in being his true self that he had no chance to think of the effect that this would have on his position or his side's position during the war. For the first time Draco was caught in a weird place where he both existed and didn't exist. He was in the moment, but only that moment. At that instant only he and Ginny existed, and in the more immediate sense, only he and Ginny's kiss existed. Every other external factor had somehow disappeared from his cognitive recognition.

Maybe that's what made the kiss so great. Maybe it was was mentioned before, but Draco had a weakness for women. He had kissed many of them. Starting in Hogwarts, from his wayward ways after he left Hogwarts, to the beginning of his career as a Death Eater in the Inner Circle. If you name a place he had probably kissed there, including a cell. But if you based kissing on the experience he was currently having with Ginny, well, Draco was a man who was never lured with such temptation. Draco had never experienced kissing in that sense.

Prior, kissing had been a gateway into foreplay that itself eventually led to sex. That was the order of ceremonies that he observed with every partner, whether rushed or leisurely. This kiss, this was a kiss akin to sex itself. All aspects were held within it, the initiation, foreplay and sex all in one. She started gently, a kiss that sent shivers down his body and his heart beat racing but she continued rhythmically, inviting him to engage. He obliged and at the rhythm of their tongues he felt a warm sensation throughout his body. The energy pulsed throughout him and she pressed her body into hers making him aware that they both shared the same energy pulsating throughout them. He would be a supernatural God to be able to resist reciprocating a kiss like the one Ginny gave him that day. Immediately Draco's body new exactly what it wanted to do. His breathing became pants, his pupils became dilated, his mouth sought not just her lips but her neck and bosom. His hands roamed to feel her warm breasts beneath them.

Ginny obliged all his wants with appreciation. In truth, she had never been touched. Although she and Harry had their moments it was fairly innocent and something she hoped would progress as they grew older. Unfortunately the war had torn them apart romantically and Ginny seemed so disinterested in pursuing romance in the muggle world that her initial numerous suitors turned into few lacklustre ones. And then of course she was kidnapped. Ginny Weasley was acting on nothing but her emotions when she kissed Malfoy. The sensations she felt when he returned her kiss and spread it to her body, including his hands in his exploratory path were nothing he ever experienced. It was nothing else but her primitive desire that responded by placing her hand on his already firm and growing crotch.

Draco Malfoy, at the moment when a small, tender hand felt the firmness of his crotch, suddenly realized that it was much longer than he thought since he had experienced such weakness. When that tender hand took a hold of his member and stroked it he remembered just how long it was until he last let himself engage any sexual situation. The beginning of orgasms that were already creeping through his body were already clouding his mind. They immediately sent warning signs that he was losing control. He knew he immediately had to abort. Quickly he jumped away from Ginny. It was so panicked that it was impossible to hide the urgency. He sought to normalize it with a chuckle and a stroll around her cell while running his hands through his hair. He cleared his throat before he offered up, "Well Weasley, I suppose it should be time for your bed? Shall I go ahead with the Nox Spell? You probably need to rest for work tomorrow. "

Leaving Ginny to confusedly reply, "Tomorrow's Saturday. "

Nevertheless an already exhausted Ginny was soon fast asleep. Draco however, once again broke his vow and deviated from his visiting hours. This time, howver, he could not bring himself to leave her cell. There were many excuses he rationalized for his determination to be present that night but probably the most true was his reluctance to let go of his desire to have her. Although he knew it would not happen, just being in her presence, keeping the option of another sexual encounter kept the sensations brought on by the earlier encounter fresh and for Draco that was a change not only to feel pleasure, but just to feel.

It was quite a surprise that he was wholly unprepared when he was woken at 5am for a mission.

"Up Draco. "

"Adremus, why are you here. "

"We were looking for you in your room but you disappeared. "

Draco yawned, " Sorry I fell asleep on the job. "

"More like you fell asleep getting the job, 'know wat I'm saying! " Adremus lifted one hand for a high-five while pointing the other hand at Draco's fly which was unzipped.

Embarassed Draco muttered "Long night, not what it seems, " before scurrying away while Adremus followed with a doubtful look in his eye.