The blazing fire seemed to have little effect on the grand and elaborate library that held it

OK, it was going to be a one-shot. But a lot of people didn't seem to like the whole death part….. Which is weird you know…. In an angst.

Anyhow, I began to wonder how I could build a relationship without ruining my story and more importantly my integrity …and ….I think I came up with something pretty cool….and YESSS very very angsty.

This is also my first attempt at um…ehem… sexy stuff so I hope it's not too awkward.

Confusing? I'll explain it in the next chapter.

The blazing fire seemed to have little effect on the grand and elaborate library that held it. After filling the five-foot tall hearth, the brightness of the flames could reach no further than a few feet, and was forced to resort to mere shadows on the floor to make its presence known. The warmth, even from so large a fire, was no match for the cold that seemed to hang in the air, ironically, like the humid heat of an English summer. An invisible wall of despair seemed to stand guard over the magnificent room, barely allowing the light to illuminate the stately chair and the cold, dead body that lay before it. In the chair sat what was once a strong young man, now passed out, with his wand hanging from his fingers and two words hanging from his lips:

Avada Kedavra…

"You're dying."

The voice was small but it somehow made itself even larger than the room. The sweet sound surrounded him and filled him with a longing he forgot would never be satisfied.

"If I recall correctly," he replied a bit drunkenly, "You're already dead."

She began to laugh a perfect and most beautiful laugh. It started out soft and peaceful but grew deeper and stronger like a stream gaining momentum down a mountainside. She walked into the light and leaned against his chair so that he could see the flames dancing on her silky skin and fighting with her glory of her hair. Her loose dress hung almost magically onto every curve. It was colored lavender.

"Merlin, you are beautiful, the embodiment of every perfection."

She giggled again, softer this time. "I think you've used that one before, darling."

He didn't feel like arguing so he simply stared into her eyes, his favorite pastime. He loved to sit and joyfully watch every sparkle of silver and every hue of blue in the ocean, as they grew dark and stormy with lust. He lowered his eyes to the lush pink lips he so longed to kiss, and then lower still to her immaculate chest, moving up and down with her now rapid breaths.

"Take me," she moaned, climbing into his lap and grinding her hips into his hardness. He closed his eyes as she combed her finger through his platinum hair and seared his lips with a burning kiss. She fought his tongue with vim only a Gryffindor would dare to use and was rewarded with the feel of his hands sliding down her back and grasping her rocking hips. When she broke the kiss, they were both panting and groaning at the intense pleasure they both felt below.

"Please, Draco" – her hips sank deeper – "I need you" – her breasts bounced wildly – "Take me, Draco, take me now!"

"O Ginny," he moaned stretching his hands down to the hem of her dress, "Don't tease me, Ginny, please don't tease me." He pulled the thin fabric up her sultry legs and found her completely naked underneath. His finger trailed up her inner thigh, already moist with her arousal, and neared the treasure he had wished to touch for so long now. He wanted to open his eyes to look at her, the woman of his fantasies, his most precious love. He wanted to finally see those sparkling sapphire eyes as he pleasured her the way she deserved. He strained to open them, but they refused. He tried again, and they stayed closed. Finally he devoted his entire mind to the task and at last they opened.

But she was gone.

All he could see by the light of the dying fire was the barely illuminated body, lying dead at his feet.