A/N: This drabble includes some not-so-vague references to sex, but nothing graphic. You have been warned!
A feeling of pleasant numbness flowed through her body. They breathed in tandem as they crashed into the bed. The feeling of being beneath him was overwhelming, and their first time together had been everything that she had hoped for. The experience had been satisfying and perfect and they had been in perfect sync with one another. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, and a chill went through her body at the feeling of his soft, shallow breath against her neck.
"Oh, Gin," Draco sighed, "I needed this."
Suddenly, she felt ill. His comment had struck her entirely the wrong way, as if what they had just done was a biological need rather than an intimate experience. She swatted at his arms, rapidly feeling more and more as though she was not getting enough oxygen. "Get off me. Get off!"
Draco did not hesitate to do as she asked, although he was confused at the drastic change in her mood. He turned to his side, leaning on his elbow. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I do something – did I hurt you?"
"No," she replied somewhat coldly, "everything was enjoyable."
He lifted an eyebrow, puzzled about her statement, as well as how she had said it. "Gin, are you angry about something?"
With a deep sigh, she turned on her side, facing away from him. "No, I'm not angry, but you've been sated, so you can go now."
"Gin, this is my bed."
"Oh, right." Her cheeks turned slightly pink, and she was glad that he couldn't see.
Fed up with her display of brooding, Draco used her shoulders to guide her, forcing her to face him. "Would you care to tell me what you're doing?"
"I don't mean anything to you!" she blurted. "You only slept with me because you wanted to feel good, not because I actually mean something to you! You even said it; you needed this."
The blond narrowed his eyes. "You think that sex was just, what, a means to an end? How dare you say that this meant nothing to me, Ginny."
"You mean – you mean it did mean something?"
Draco leaned in and kissed her, pouring every ounce of passion and desire that his body contained into her. After pulling back, he said, "Now, Gin. Could I kiss you like that if you didn't mean anything?"
She knew he wasn't lying.