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"I can accept your decision, but I still don't understand it. I mean, why him?" Hermione asked Ginny as they were sitting in the common room later that evening.

After Malfoy had asked her to be his girlfriend, they had both gone off in opposite directions, making plans to meet later. Ginny had gone to the common room to relax, and do homework so she could have the rest of the night and the whole of Sunday to do what she wanted. Hermione had come back from dinner with a grumpy looking Ron -face clear of boils- and a depressed Harry only a short while after Ginny.

Both the boys had gone up to their dormitory while Hermione stayed down in the common room with Ginny, helping her with her homework.

"I don't know. He's different. He makes me feel things... things that Harry never has." Ginny replied.

"Well, I guess I can't convince you to change your mind," Hermione sighed.

"No, you can't."

Hermione lifted her hands in surrender. "Hey, I know that. If you want him, then I understand. I'll just have to deal. And so will Ron and Harry."

Ginny smiled at her friend. She could always count on Hermione to help her, no matter how irrational she seemed.

As she finished up the last of her homework, she realized what time it was.

"Oh! I have to get going!" Ginny exclaimed as she gathered her books together.

"I'll get those. You go on," Hermione stood up to finish cleaning as she smiled at Ginny. "You don't want to be late for your date."

Ginny broke into a huge grin. "Thank you, 'Mione! I owe you one!" she called over her shoulder as she ran out of the common room, red hair flying.

"Where are we going?" Ginny whined as Malfoy lead her blindly forward, hand still clamped firmly over her eyes.

"You'll see," he whispered into her ear, and she could almost hear him smirking.

"Are we almost there, at least?"

"Almost. You are an impatient thing, aren't you, Weasley?"

"Only when the situation calls for it." Malfoy chuckled at this. Ginny heard a door creak, and suddenly the air around them turned damp and cold. Another few paces, and she heard the creak of another door being opened.

As she walked forward, she suddenly realized they were outside. The air felt warm, and a cool breeze played with her hair. She could feel grass underfoot as Malfoy led her to an unknown destination.

"You're taking me outside?" she asked curiously, hoping he would let slip where he was taking her.

"Yes," he answered simply.

Ginny was losing patience. Why won't he let me know where we're going? She was about to ask this yet again when Malfoy announced, "Alright, we're here," as he took his hand away from her eyes.

Ginny looked around and let out an audible gasp. She was standing at the top of a low hill facing the Black Lake. A willow tree danced in the breeze behind her, leaves rippling and branches swaying, hiding them from the eyes of any Hogwarts' students that might be looking out the window. The moon hung low and there were no clouds in the sky. The stars sparkled overhead and they were reflected brilliantly in the water of the lake.

"Beautiful," she whispered as she stared out over the water.

"But not as beautiful as you," Malfoy murmured in her ear, making her shiver.

"Shut up," she said as swatted him in the arm playfully.

"Careful, Weasley," Malfoy said, grabbing her waist with both hands and pulling her close. "You might get your wish."

"Oh really?" Ginny countered as she tried to keep her mind focused. It was hard, what with Malfoy's lips only centimeters away, and the scent of him threatening to overpower her very sense of rationality.

"Really," he breathed, leaning in closer. Unconsciously, Ginny lifted her head to meet his, and his lips brushed gently across hers. This smallest of actions, this lightest of kisses instilled a deep desire in Ginny. One that needed to be quenched.

Malfoy seemed to notice the change in her, for his lips curled up into his trademark smirk. "Did I hit a nerve, Ginevra?"

"Oh, shut up. Just kiss me, you arrogant bastard."

"With pleasure." And at that, he pressed his lips to her fiercely. Ginny kissed him back with just as much force, and she wound her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. She heard a low growl escape from Malfoy's throat as he pushed her up against the rough wood of the willow tree.

Ginny felt the bark rub into her back painfully, but she was too intoxicated with the presence of Malfoy's body on hers to care. She could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, his broad chest that pressed into hers, something hard rubbing into her thigh.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they both pulled away, gasping for air. Malfoy let go of Ginny's waist and slid down to the ground, his back leaning against the trunk of the willow. Ginny did the same, glad to be able to rest and catch her breath. But before she slid completely to the ground, Malfoy grabbed her and slid her onto his lap.

"So I'm an arrogant bastard, am I?" Malfoy asked her as he pushed aside the hair on her shoulder, his mouth finding her neck. He sucked gently, as Ginny tried to form a sentence, but she couldn't concentrate with Malfoy sucking her neck like that. She settled for a murmur of consent.

"Hmm. Well, that won't do. After all, I can't let my girlfriend think of me as a pig, now can I?" he asked, as he brushed his lips down her neck. He tugged at her sleeve to reveal her shoulder, and planted soft, light kisses on it. Ginny let out a soft sigh of pleasure before she could stop herself.

She felt him pause, but continued to go on and suck on her bare shoulder. Ginny just sat there, soaking in the pleasure of the moment. Malfoy seemed to know exactly how to get a response from her. His hands were skilled, and he knew exactly where to kiss her to evoke desire that she had never felt before.

Ginny felt herself being slowly lifted and placed on the ground. She felt Malfoy hovering over her, gently kissing her neck. She opened her eyes to see his gray ones staring at her intently.

"Ginevra, I want you," he whispered huskily, slowly pressing his body against hers. She could feel something hard pressing below her waist, and a moan escaped her lips. She wanted him, too. Badly.

Ginny arched her back slightly, pressing into him. She heard him moan with pleasure as he pressed harder and ground against her. "Malfoy, I-"

"Draco. Call me Draco," he beseeched her.

"Draco, I want you." Ginny opened her eyes and found Draco smiling down at her, adoration in his eyes.

"I'm yours," he replied, and pressed his lips to hers.

A/N: It sounds so much like the beginning of a sex novel...