Faster turn around than usual. This chapter is M rated for smut (at last). Enjoy!
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when the life gets hard
-Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat
The Friendship
For the past three weeks since she missed "Sunday Brunch", she'd been receiving floo calls and owls alike from nosy family members inquiring about her relationship- or hopefully lack thereof as they made clear- with Draco. Ginny was positively exhausted.
With two a day practices and Harpies events, Ginny couldn't seem to squeeze any time to herself. Compound that with Luna's latest editing craze which consisted of Scamander and Luna spreading old copies of the Quibbler all over the living room to review past sightings of the Blibbering Humdinger and Draco's recent business trips placing him out of town, rendering his flat unavailable, and Ginny was going crazy with her inability to just be alone.
She figured by now she should be used to it. Growing up in a home with six brothers and their often residential friends, Harry, Hermione and Lee Jordan to name a few, she should've been accustomed to the fast paced frenzy of always living with someone. But Ginny was an introvert. She valued her personal space and time. She longed for the day where she would be able to peacefully walk around the flat in her knickers.
Since her second year, the value that she placed on alone time decreased, what with it causing her to nearly unleash a psychopathic, sociopathic, narcissistic tyrant two years before his time. She was more cautious of exactly how she spent her alone time these days but she valued it none the less.
Ginny enjoyed the early morning Sunday quiet as she stroked her long locks with her favorite hair brush. She hadn't been off from practice long enough to see her family in weeks with the Harpies squaring off against the Falmouth Falcons the very next Saturday. As one of the leaders of her team, she would never ask a player to do anything she wouldn't do. So she practiced long and hard hours insuring that her team was in tip top shape for the following Saturday. Today was her first full day off and she was making the most of it while Luna slept and she readied herself for the hectic Sunday lunch with her family.
An hour later, after dressing in a casual dress with a sweater and leaving Luna a note on the coffee pot with her location, she apparated to the Burrow. The Burrow was quiet still as most of the Weasleys weren't eager to be fussed at by the family matriarch as she prepared the weekly feast. As Ginny entered the kitchen, only Ron was present, sitting on the counter eating a bowl of oatmeal.
"Hey Ginnigans", he said upon seeing Ginny with a smile on and a mouth full. Ginny shuttered at her still disgusting older brother. Over the years, Ron had mellowed out. The relationship with Hermione and being a celebrity in his own right after managing and designing tactical plays for the Cannons for three seasons and going on to become a World Class Auror, were to thank. It was hard for the youngest of six talented boys, and Harry Potter's best friend, to boot but he'd finally come into his own.
"Hey Ronnikins," she greeted with her classic, just between us, sisterly response. "Where's mum?"
"Ran to the market. Something about missing...something. I don't know. Needed more food though."
"Probably because you ate it all," she retorted with a snort.
"Probably," he snorted back mouth still full, not attempting to deny the accusations.
"Hey Gin, while we're by our selves...What's this I hear about you and Malfoy?"
Ginny groaned. She knew there was no peace to be found with this lot even if the overwhelming majority of them were not present as of yet.
"Oh God Ron, not you, too."
Ron held up his hands in surrender and protection from Ginny's onslaught. He knew how she could get when provoked. "I'm not judging. Promise. I really am just asking."
He seemed earnest enough she thought. She read no apparent dishonesty in his face. While Ron may be a champion of strategy, he was a crap liar. She figured there was no harm in telling him. While the Ron of yesteryear may have blown his top at the idea of her befriending a Malfoy, this version of Ron had seen and learned more things.
She decided to answer honestly.
"We're friends," she said with a shrug of her shoulder, reaching to grab a handful of grapes from the counter since lunch had not yet been started. Ron looked at her with suspicion in his eyes as though trying to detect her next move.
"Seriously, Ron. It's not like that. We. Are. Just. Friends," she said being sure to emphasize each word as though that would help him to better understand the strange situation at hand. "He's different now. And if you go on and on about him being a Death Eater like Harry did so help me your bullocks-"
"Whoa. No need to threaten my bullocks," Ron cut in stemming further argument. "I wasn't going to accuse him of anything. You know how Harry feels about him. He can be a right prat when it comes to Malfoy. I'm not interested in Malfoy though. I'm interested in you. You are my sister. You are my concern.
Ginny exhaled a breath that she didn't even know she'd held in. Knowing Ron had matured and seeing his maturity in action were two different things.
"I wasn't going to accuse Malfoy of being a Death Eater anyway. I grew up, why couldn't he," he responded as though reading her thoughts. "I just didn't know that Draco Malfoy -formerly referred to as the Slytherin Sex God- did just friends."
"Well he does," Ginny replied indignantly, "because we're just friends."
"You sure about that Gin?"
"I think I would know if I were sleeping with someone," Ginny said crossing her arms, feeling harassed. She could feel the beginning of irritation welling inside her and she had to busy her hands with picking her cardigan to avoid reaching for her wand.
"I never said you were sleeping with him. I just asked if you were sure that you are just friends."
"Yes. I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" She was confused at where this line of questioning was going, from Ron no less.
"Because what I've heard from Harry in many rants is that what Malfoy does for you is not just friend material. Healing bruises? Making dinner? Tucking you in? I may not know the new and improved version of Malfoy but I do know men. Those aren't things a bloke does for just any woman. Certainly not a woman who isn't his."
"Ron don't you know I belong to no one," she said rolling her eyes. "Besides, I was with Harry when we became friends."
Now Ron was beginning to be the frustrated one. "And that stops him from fancying you how, again? I'm just saying that these don't sound like actions from a man who wants your friendship. These sounds like the actions of..." he broke off thoughtfully looking down at his hands which he was wringing in a manner similar to Ginny when she too got nervous.
"The actions of what? Go on since you've got it all figured out."
"Of- of a man in love," he said looking up into Ginny's eyes.
Ginny guffawed loudly at Ron's joke. She couldn't believe the things that Ron said sometimes. She looked at his face only to realize that he was not laughing. She blinked a few times, processing what her brother said and he stared at her pointedly.
"Well that's just impossible," she said with little conviction in her voice. She spoke more to herself than to Ron. "Draco and I are friends. It doesn't even make sense for him to be in love. What's there to be in love with?" She trailed off softly, almost too softly to hear.
"What's not to love?" He gave Ginny a comforting smile, one that he'd reserved especially for her since the day that he'd discovered that Ginny was in their Mum's tummy. "It's impossible not to love you."
She smiled back at Ron, grateful for his affirmation of her character. Ron had been a lot better with her in the past few years. For the man who had the emotional range of a teaspoon, he seemed to notice that Ginny was different in her later years of Hogwarts, more withdrawn. After years of ignoring her, it was like the war and the death of Fred made him cherish her more. Before Harry Potter and Hogwarts, Ginny was his Fred and he vowed to be better to her and he made that clear daily.
"Ron, thanks for the vote of confidence and the supreme auror work," she said joking it off and refusing to be emotionally naked again anytime this year, "but I think you're sorely mistaken."
"Nah. I think you are. I've had a few weeks since hearing about this to do my 'supreme auror work' as you call it and the facts are in. All roads lead to Malfoy loving you."
Ginny was saved from responding by Molly entering the kitchen, arms laden with brown paper grocery bags.
That evening as Ginny lay in bed curled up with a book unable to focus, her mind constantly drifted to her conversation with Ron. 'Healing bruises? Making dinner? Tucking you in?...Aren't things a bloke does for just any woman...All roads lead to Malfoy loving you.'
She couldn't seem to get the conversation out of her mind. She'd tried to force it to the deep recesses where she could just forget Ron, forget Draco and enjoy her book but somehow it kept making an appearance. There was no way that Ron could be right about Draco fancying her.
She wasn't his type. Draco gravitated to long leggy blonde girls who looked as though they hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. And while she was physically fit from Quidditch, especially in the last few weeks, she knew that her frame was curvy and her face freckled.
More than that though, Ginny was damaged goods. He'd been there when she'd come home injured and battered and worse for wear. Hell, he met her on the steps of a wealthy neighborhood attempting to catch her boyfriend in the act. 'Ex-boyfriend', she firmly reminded herself. For all of the time that they'd spent in relationship, for the most part, her mind had found it easy to excommunicate Harry Potter. She'd received an owl a week from Harry to which she tucked in a box under her bed and carried about her merry way. She didn't miss him at specially not with this new found dilemma on the docket.
How could Ron honestly believe that Draco fancied her? And if Draco did fancy her, why had he said nothing? He had ample opportunity to do so. She tried to think back on events or actions that could be misconstrued for romantic. She drew a blank. She hadn't really known Draco before he was nice so she just assumed that all of his actions were a result of him no longer being a dick and being under Voldemort's thumb.
She decided to make a list. Ginny reached for a notepad and pen that she commonly kept on her nightstand. After the war, Ginny finally sought a muggle counselor, a psychiatrist they called them. Dr. Warden, or Janet, as she asked Ginny to call her, was a huge help. While Ginny couldn't give her explicit details about the war and the Chamber due to the statute of secrecy, she could give her general concepts. To address and conquer the nightmares that Ginny'd been having, Janet, suggested that Ginny keep some paper beside her bed to keep a record of her nightmares to get to the root of her issues. While Ginny was still wary of any kind of diary and journal keeping, she decided to give it a shot. The muggle notepad and pen made her feel much safer than the parchment and quill that she was accustomed to. Plus it guaranteed that Ginny wouldn't end up with a pot of ink all over her pajamas.
She reached over to grab her favorite pen and noted the time, only a few minutes to midnight. She didn't have time for this. She had practice at six, a few short hours away and she didn't have time to deliberate on the subtle nuances of Draco's kindness. She made a decision right then and there.
Ginny hopped out of bed and slipped into a pair of gym shorts and pulled a robe over her tank top. She grabbed her wand off her nightstand and reappeared on Draco's front steps. Before she could talk herself out of it. She wrung the bell. After waiting a few minutes, she knocked.
She wasn't sure if Draco was away on business or not; he'd been gone so much in the past three weeks. The Saturday evening they'd spent together after Sunday Brunch was the last time she'd seen him in person. Most of their contact had been through floo and snarky muggle emails. Draco spent much of his time in the muggle world as of late attempting to get his mysterious business venture off the ground. He told her very little about it, only remarking that it was "...pure gold. Pure genius, if you will. Pure silver, maybe? After all, it is the Slytherin way," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. She just rolled her eyes at her mates' lunacy, now she wondered exactly what he was doing that kept him away so often.
Ginny heard the gentle padding of footsteps as the door was yanked open. There he stood in all of his glory. Draco must have already been in bed. His usually pristine hair was no longer slicked back but was disheveled around his broad and unclothed shoulders. She noticed that his hair had grown a little longer since she'd last seen him, unless she just didn't notice his length. The icy blonde locks were long enough to be pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Draco stood before her chiseled chest bare, wearing only silk black pajama bottoms, rubbing the sleep from him eyes. He was barefoot, which for some reason she found surprisingly sexy, an adjective she didn't ordinarily associate with Draco.
"Ginevra? What are you doing here? Are you alright?" He asked, his voice scratchy from disuse.
"Oh um. I'm fine actually. I just wanted to talk you for a moment."
Draco looked surprised but stood back to let her in. He closed the door behind her.
"Would you like some tea?" he asked, polite to a fault.
"Sure. Sure," Ginny replied suddenly edgy beginning to regret her impromptu decision to show up at Draco's house in the middle of the night. She followed Draco through the entryway and to the kitchen, a route her body seemed to remember by heart. She reached for the kettle filling it with water, while Draco searched in the cabinet for tea and mugs.
Ginny watched Draco out of the corner of her eye as he searched. Finally after reaching to the top shelf, he produced the one he must have been looking for. It was a huge yellow mug with a silver quill's point as decoration. He'd purchased it for her at the beginning of January after she'd told him about the bedside notepad and her New Year's resolution to conquer her fear and write more. She hoped to one day leave Quidditch and become a writer but her fear held her back. "You can do it," Draco had said, "Where's that Gryffindor courage? Besides, I'm sure you're a fantastic writer with that terribly colorful language of yours." She'd smiled and shoved Draco but looking back, that was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to her. His easy faith in her was surprising and refreshing.
After her second year, in an effort to forget the entire thing, her parents had strongly discouraged her love of writing. That summer, anytime that Molly caught Ginny writing, she would take her quill away and shoo her outside to play with the Golden Trio who were no more excited to see her than she was to see them. She'd told Draco that during one of their first drunken nights on the sofa after a proper Quidditch celebration which is never complete without an endless supply of alcohol and noise. They slipped away to just relax at Draco's flat and the story just tumbled out of her.
The next day, Draco took her to muggle London -to a neighborhood that she recognized as being just south of where they first met- and bought her a pack of beautiful pens and notepads. "Follow your dreams. Parents always have an ass hat way of trying to guide as best they know how but only you know what's right for you," he'd said with a casual shrug as though he had not offered her a prime piece of philosophy worthy of even Dumbledore.
Seeing the mug now reminded her of that day and how she had never felt so affirmed by another human being in her life. She'd thought it strange then that Draco Malfoy the ex-Death Eater seemed to be able to understand her easier than anyone she'd ever met. Now she realized that was just who Draco was.
Before she could forget the strength that his faith gave her and chicken out, Ginny blurted out the reason she was truly in his flat at midnight. "Draco, are you in love with me?" She asked to his turned back.
Draco dropped the mug that he'd searched so hard for and watched as it splintered into a million tiny fragments. "Fuck," he said, whether it was to her or at the mug, she couldn't be quite sure. Draco reached for Ginny's wand in her hand, careful not to move his naked feet or to look her in the eyes.
"Reparo" he whispered pointing her wand directly at the mug. The pieces flew into his hands and smoothly reattached. He placed the renewed cup on the counter and turned to face Ginny.
"What made you- How did you- Yes," he said sounding defeated as he answered in the affirmative after not being able to collect his thoughts. His eyes widened as he realized he'd just confessed to Ginny that he was in love with her. He waited for her to respond with baited breath, recognizing true fear for the first time since the war trials.
She looked at Draco, not wholly surprised by his answer. In the few moments between leaving her flat and the cup falling, she knew that Ron was right. Draco loved her.
Draco continued to look at Ginny, waiting for her to make the first move. Without warning she closed the distance between them, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a deep kiss.
Draco hesitated for a moment. He couldn't for the life of him believe that Ginny Weasley was kissing him. When he opened the door to see her standing there in her pajamas, he'd become concerned but his sleep idled mind couldn't process exactly what she would be doing on his doorstep at in the wee hours of the night if she wasn't hurt.
He knew now. He gave a groan in relief at the feel of her plump lips on his. He'd imagined for some time as to what her lips tasted like and reality was infinitely better. She was sweet like the overly sweetened tea that she indulged in before bed. Her kisses were firm and hungry and he could not believe that she was willing to give them to him.
Ginny assaulted Draco's mouth in the hopes of getting him to focus on her. He still seemed shell shocked by her actions. She pulled back to ask Draco if he was okay which seemed to snap him into action. Draco began plundering Ginny's mouth with his tongue. He wrapped his hand in the hair at the base of her neck, soothing her cheek with his thumb while his other hand bound her body to his. She clung to him while he began feasting on her, laying hasty kisses from her jaw to her neck to her collar bone. He pulled her robe back a bit to gain access to more skin as his mouth began further exploration.
Ginny moaned in delight at Draco's take charge attitude and lifted her left leg to his hip. Taking the hint, Draco seized her thigh with little effort and hoisted her up as he backed her to the counter for additional support. She wrapped her limbs around him as he continued the smattering of kisses down her neck. He drew in deep breaths between kisses, eliciting soft moans from Ginny.
Craving more skin, he tugged down her top, freeing her rosy nipples. Sparing but a second to take in her beauty, Draco latched onto her exposed left nipple sending wave after wave of rapture to Ginny's already soaked cunt. She tightened her legs around his waist, using it to grind herself more firmly against Draco's hardening manhood. The fabric of her shorts rubbed against her aching slit making her want him even more. Draco alternated nipples. He bit down gently on the newly minted nipple before soothing it with cool sucks and lick. First lapping with the flat of his tongue then spearing, until Ginny was positively on fire. He kneaded her unattended breast, alternating back and forth to make sure that neither was neglected as Ginny continued to writhe against him. He sucked and licked and fondled the round globes with his tongue and hands. Ginny clutched his shoulders for more leverage. Her enticing behavior became too much for Draco to resist and with a 'pop' they reappeared in his bedroom.
Draco quickly assessed to make sure they had all of their limbs and eyebrows before reclaiming her nipple, picking up where he left off. He walked backwards until Ginny's legs hit the mattress before toppling her backwards. Once on her back, together they crawled to the pillows not losing contact the entire way.
Ginny pulled Draco's mouth away from her breast, craving his lips again. She traced the lean quidditch sharpened lines of his back with one hand while the other stroked the shadow of hair on his jaw. She kissed him deeply as her legs opened for Draco to rest in the junction between her thighs. She could once more feel him through the layers that still separated them. She began rubbing herself against him trying to sooth the ache in her pussy as their tongues battled.
And just like that the haze surrounding Ginny parted and clarity struck. She was doing this with Draco Malfoy, her Draco Malfoy. If this didn't work out, sex was not the only thing on the line. She was risking their friendship in a moment of weakness.
She placed her hand on his chest and begrudgingly pushed Draco away from the kiss. His chest was heaving as he looked at her with a mixture of confusion and desire. He shook his head as to remove the cobwebs of lust and looked into her eyes with concern. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, silently asking if she was okay.
Without warning for either of them, she closed her eyes and tossed her held back while gnawing at her lip to retain a cry of overwhelming pleasure as her hips undulated in ecstasy. Draco looked at her surprised, holding her as he waited for her to come back to herself. After a few moments passed, Ginny opened her eyes and looked at him with an expression that could only be embarrassment.
She couldn't believe she came. Nothing even bloody happened yet and she'd gone and embarrassed herself in front of Draco, in his bed no less. He'd probably bedded dozens of women in the past and more than likely none of them responded that way to him, like a brazen harlot who couldn't keep her legs closed. She couldn't help it though.
When he looked at her so tenderly, she could only react strongly to him. After years of Harry's inconsiderate treatment, to have a man who was a 'sex god' stop without hesitation to ensure her welfare, turned her on in a way that she hadn't even known was possible.
"We'll take it slow then, yeah?" He told her with a soft smirk as he stroked a few strands of hair from her sticky forehead. She nodded, recovering from both her orgasm and her shame. He leaned down claiming her lips in a gentle kiss, easing her back into their previous activity. She held back a bit, afraid of her reaction to her best mate.
"It's okay," he whispered in the flesh below her ear, "I've got you. If you need to cum, cum, okay?" Ginny moaned before she could hold back. He chuckled softly at her reaction and dropped easy kisses onto a spot beneath her ear that she seemed to like more than anything.
He reached for the waist line of her shorts and paused a moment, waiting for her permission. She nodded her consent as he pulled her shorts down before quickly undressing the rest of their bodies. He returned to his position between her legs, letting his hand slip between them to her now exposed pussy, and resuming their kiss. Ginny was soaked as he slid a finger up and down her wet and swollen slit. She moaned softly as he dipped a finger into her center, testing the waters, before pulling it out. Draco reintroduced his finger and began circling her enlarged clit with his thumb as Ginny gasped and bit down on his lip. As she started moaning a little louder, he inserted a second digit to continue stretching and pleasing her.
With two fingers deep inside the fragile body of his best mate, Draco began rubbing her clit fiercely in an attempt to intentionally build an orgasm. Ginny broke the kiss, no longer able to focus as she began whimpering. With his fingers moving faster and faster, she arched her back and her eyes slammed shut. Before she could reach climax, Draco removed his hand from her, much to Ginny's dismay. She opened her eyes to glare into his -an expression that was nearly lost when her eyes were still glassy from near orgasm- when she felt the large head of Draco's cock at her entrance.
"May I?" he asked, wanting confirmation that his wildest dreams were in fact coming true. Ginny nodded and without hesitation, Draco entered her. She moaned his name loudly and closed her eyes as he partially into her, allowing her body to slowly adjust to the feel of him. He pulled out and thrust in part of the way once more before he drew entirely from her wet warmth before slamming back to the hilt. Her beautiful breasts bounced between them causing Draco to repeat the action. He took her vocalizations as thanks and praise, causing him to deliver another hard, and deeper still, drive into her. Draco bottomed out as Ginny let out a lusty scream.
He moved inside her in profound languid strokes at first before building up to a rapid tempo. Ginny met each thrust with one of her own, helping to set a rhythm. She tightened her legs around his waist, keeping him firmly locked in place and connect to her pleasure center. As they continued to move, Draco's thrust became shorter and more erratic as they both desperately raced to completion. Draco reached between them, fiercely rubbing Ginny's nub as he felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching. He continued to circle her wet clit with his fingers until he could feel the first flutters of climax deep within Ginny.
She half-scream half-moaned as her orgasm set in. She unleashed a flood tide of honey as her pussy clamped down on him, causing his own orgasm to be released. As Draco relinquished all control, Ginny felt it as he pumped once, twice, three times into her before he was spent.
Ginny held Draco's sweaty body against her own as he rested his head in the crux of her shoulder, waiting for recovery. She groaned softly.
"Give me a second to get my strength and I promise I'll get off of you," he grumbled into her neck. Ginny rolled her eyes and held him tighter to her as they lay in silence, their breathing encroaching upon normal.
Ginny was absolutely certain that sex with Harry had never been like that. For the most part, he would rut on top of her for a few minutes, climax and then it was over. With Draco, he was more worried about her satisfaction than his own. Until tonight, she didn't even know that she could climax by someone else's hands. She'd come over tonight looking for answers and would be leaving with complete and utter bodily satisfaction. She chuckled to herself softly.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco asked as he pulled his head out of her neck. He rolled off Ginny's body, leaving her with a soft squelch. He felt the void of no longer being joined to her but laughed anyway. Seeing Ginny happy always made him happy.
"God, I'm such a slag. We weren't even together for two minutes before I jumped your bones," Ginny said.
Draco gave a dry laugh at the thought of Ginny being a slag. Instead of arguing the merit of her virtue he decided to ignore the subject and go for blood. "Are we? Together, I mean?" He asked.
Ginny looked down, fiddling with the sheet. He hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable but he needed to know. "Aren't we?" She asked softly, almost ashamed of the assumption she'd made.
Draco gently tipped her chin up, forcing her to look in his eyes. "It's not me who decides that. You already know how I feel about you" he said, giving her control and simultaneously acknowledging that she never returned his feelings. Ginny's forehead wrinkled as she thought.
"I don't know if I can love you, Draco. I wasn't even expecting this. Can we just- can we take it slow?" Draco was disappointed but not surprised to learn that she didn't love him. He did consider it a victory that she wanted to give them a shot.
"It's okay, Gin. I've got enough for the both of us." She screwed up her face in response to his cheesy answer. "I know, I know. Shut it. Seriously though, I can wait. I just want to try this with you if you'll let me."
She scooted closer to Draco on the bed and placed a kiss on his lips in response.