Disclaimer: Yes, we all know Tom Felton is hot, so is Draco Malfoy and a bunch of other guys from HP belonging to guess who… not me.

This is dedicated to NeverLoveAnother for all of her amazing help and I couldn't have done it without her, thank you so much!

Resisting the Irresistible,

Part Two

He performed a half-hearted drying spell on them both, causing the cascades of water to cease before placing his wand beside her on his table. Suddenly, her arms were pinned by her sides, her body pressed into the bed as Draco lay on top of her.

"Don't move." He commanded. She nodded, struggling to breathe until he was standing on the floor again, taking long strides to his door. Her eyes watched him like a hawk studying its prey, as if forbidding him to leave. His hand was on the handle, threatening to turn; her heat beat was pounding, rising to the top of its capacity. His thumb suddenly flicked the lock across and he turned to face her again, just in time to catch the worried look on her face.

"It is I who should be fretting about Scarhead missing you, Vixen." He growled as he stalked back to her, "Well, imagine all the fun he's about to miss." His trademark smirk lingered around the corners of his skilled lips as he pictured exactly what fun his rival was about to be left out of. Draco knew that Ginny had not gone as far with Harry as she had with him. That thought upped his confidence and his eyes caught hers again, blazing heat across from one to the other until she finally gave in and blushed before him.

The soft glow in his fireplace lit her usually creamy skin to give her a smooth tanned appearance. However, even now in the cold of winter, there still seemed to be trace of the three ghost white triangles marking the skin where only intimate hands had passed. He lazily gazed upon her and she returned the favour, his appearance making her breath catch. He stood with his legs spaced parallel to his shoulders, one elegant hand on his hip, stopping one side of his part-opened shirt meeting with its other half. The casual effect was making her head spin as her desires urged her forward. She wanted that shirt gone; vanished altogether. The teasing concealment of his torso sculpted from his hours of quidditch practice caused her own breasts to swell, drops from her hair spread lustrously around her tracing those enhanced contours.

They stayed like that, lust and passion building into an almost unbearable fiery tension as they kept their gaze steady. He began to tease her, raising his hand that did not rest on his narrow hip to the beginning of his half-unbuttoned shirt. Excruciatingly slowly, Draco pushed the first button through its hole, revealing another inch of his chest to her. He lowered his hand to the next button. Ginny's breath became shallower and shallower as each button was undone and more milky white flesh was exposed. As the shirt fully separated, he stretched until it fell off of his shoulders and slid down his back only to be caught by the hook of his elbow. He removed the hand away from his him and finally, the teasing shirt had fallen to lay defeated on his bedroom floor.

Ginny fought with herself, wanting desperately to disobey his order to stay still in order to devour the god that had just appeared from under that shirt. He knew her too well, and designed his teasing around her, torturing her, heightening her arousal. She knew him as much as he knew her – if she did as she was told, he was more likely to give into her desires when she wanted them and not tease her further by going slow right when she needed him to speed up. These thoughts increased her pleasure; she loved it when he got possessive and he loved to control – it was perfect for them both.

Eventually seeing the state she was in, Draco gave a sly, knowing smirk for he knew what his teasing could do to her. He loved the power they had over each other; that he had over her. He loved that he could get her so far without barely touching her. Another item of clothing lost the futile battle of clothing him as he unclasped his buckle and threw his belt to the floor, landing it on top of his shirt with a muffled thump.

He lifted himself onto his bed, lying beside her. Ginny smiled seductively, hoping to be rewarded for fulfilling his demands; her efforts were not in vain. He lowered his body on top of hers and crashed his mouth into hers. They began to kiss with a force that was nothing but pure lust and want, so fiercely that an observer could not have figured out whose mouth was whose.

Quite abruptly, Draco pulled away, his brief concession over. Ginny moaned with pain and delight as she realized he meant to resume his previous assault of her body and mind. He rolled over and shifted so that he was on his back with her resting over his hips, her legs spread either side of him. As he positioned her where he wanted her, she moaned again as he set her down, the ice of his jeans button cooling her hot centre, the roughness of the material chafing pleasurably at her soft thighs.

He traced a searing path from her collarbone down through the valley of her breasts, not giving her the pressure she desired and avoiding too much contact with either of them. He raised his other hand to her body, bringing her head down to him, forcing her to arch her neck for his lips, making her hold onto the top of his bed for support as his middle fingers trailed on either side down her spine. His thumbs stayed patterning in circular motions in the two dents at the lowermost of her back before sliding further down to cup her.

Finally, when he was almost in pain for the restrictions his jeans made with him and growling at her pressure on him, he spun her underneath him again, kneeling over her. His hands slipped on her moisture covering the metal fastening and he smirked again, getting harder. In a matter of seconds the constricting clothing was gone, as was all light with a flick of his wand. He muttered a spell causing a protective warm heat to spread over Ginny's lower abdomen before his wand clattered away to join his clothes. A few seconds later, she was moaning under him again as he let out deep, feral growls from the back of his throat.

So, how was that? Reviews would be very much appreciated! Oh and also, seeing as this isn't going to be their "only time" (wink, wink) do you this I should go… the whole way?

x x x

x Faery Princess x