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It would be hard. I know it would. Even before I started making my moves on her I knew that any future that we would have together would be difficult. Society says we can't be together. I, a Malfoy and she, a Weasley but I don't care what society says. Our families say we can't be together. I, a Malfoy and she, a Weasley. I have no family now and I know it's wrong for me to wish this, but I wished she had no family as well, at least not six brothers but the reality is, she has one nagging mother, a muggle-loving father and six overprotective brothers not to mention that one of them was a dragon tamer and another two were...well, let's just say that they could very well wreak havoc and have me killed and make it look like an accident.
Then my arch nemesis comes into the picture. I blame Ginny for that, really. If she didn't have this petty school girl crush on him for the longest time then maybe he wouldn't have paid any special attention to her. I also blame her quidditch skills and her stubbornness which I know was what had caught his attention and made him decide that he wanted to have her. What a stupid git.
Shit, that would mean that I'm a stupid git as well. Really, no one can resist being mesmerized when she was on the pitch and no one could help but feel impressed when her bat-bogey hex was sent flying towards a stupid pervert. Well anyway, Potter is still a stupid git.
To make a long story short, Ginny and I were not going to be accepted.
Especially now that her wedding was two weeks and five days away.
I promised her I would think of something but really I haven't the slightest idea what to do.
I could just sweep her off her feet and take her to a small island where we could live alone but then her family would panic and she wouldn't want that.
Or perhaps I could use a a bit of Shakespeare's ideas and help her fake her death, just like Juliet did but of course I would be by her side, waiting for her to wake up and then I could take her to that small island.
Or better yet, I could just kill Harry Potter. Maybe then he wouldn't be so annoying and be called the Boy Who Lived anymore. Yes, that's a good idea but of course, Ginny wouldn't think so. She is the ultimate spoiler of all great schemes.
And speaking of the devil, here she is stirring in my arms. She looks at me with her big brown eyes and a warm smile and I can't help but want to kiss her and kiss her I did, long and hard. I just can't get enough of her intoxicating taste. I move on top of her, kissing her roughly as her hand tangles into my hair, angling my face so she could kiss me back properly. I run my hand along her side, taking in her soft and warm skin. She grinds her hips sensuously against mine and my cock instantly hardens as I groan into the kiss. I move down slowly to her neck, leaving wet kisses along the trail as my hand comes up and squeezes one of her plump, luscious breasts. I tweak the nipple hard and twirl it between my fingers, making her moan huskily and arch into me. The contact is delicious and I move lower to take one rosy bud into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking it gently and she curls her fingers in my hair. The noises that she's making are doing nothing but make me even harder. I bring my hand down into her heat, touching her and running two fingers along her lips. She is slick and wet as I insert two fingers into her and she thrusts shamelessly into my hand, wanting to feel more.
"Stop teasing me, Draco," she pants, her body shaking with desire.
"What do you want me to do, Ginny?" I whisper into her ear, licking her earlobe. She growls in frustration.
"You know what I want, Draco," she groans, still thrusting into my hand. "Give it to me or I swear I'll hex your balls off."
I smirk. I love her when she talks dirty but she's still not talking dirty enough.
"Then you wouldn't get what you want," I tease, kissing her cheek to her jaw and to her neck. She gives out a feral growl and I swear I got even harder.
"Oh fuck it, Draco," she growls. "Fuck me now, long and hard!"
Like I haven't been fucking her long and hard just an hour ago? Anyway, I'm not one to deny a woman pleasure, especially her.
"As you wish," I whisper into her ear as I rub her clit hard and fast and finally, after pinching her senstive bundle of nerves, I enter her with one swift movement.
She screams in pleasure and I growl. I swear she is the epitome of all great sex. She is gloriously tight and hot and I immediately begin thrusting into her hard and fast. I know she likes it like this, rough and hard. I take her breast into my mouth, heightening the pleasure. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, allowing me to delve deeper into her heat. The pleasure is so intense that I don't think I would last any longer. Her thrusts are urgent and demanding, meeting each of mine and her body is convulsing with pleasure and I know that she is close.
I kiss her deeply and her velvet walls are suddenly contracting around me, squeezing me and I can't take it any longer. It felt so fucking good that it was almost painful. She bites down on my shoulder as her orgasm takes her to the edge, her body wracking and her hips thrusting wildly. I come with her, growling out her name as we rode our orgasms to the edge of oblivion.
And then we are still. Our breaths are still ragged and shaky and I'm still inside her, holding her close to me as possible. She looks into my eyes lovingly and I hope I'm chanelling the same as well. It's true. I am overwhelmed with love for her and I want her to know this. She brushes her hand through my hair and kisses me softly.
"You're beautiful," I say. She smiles.
"And you're very heavy," she teases. I smirk and raise an eyebrow as I push my weight onto her.
"Oh, am I really?" She laughs and smacks me on my shoulder.
"You're crushing me, Draco!" she yells playfully.
"But you don't want me to get off you, do you?" She scoffs.
"Unless you want me to ruin your silk sheets," she says. "I have to pee, Draco."
I roll off her, slightly annoyed. What a moment spoiler.
Never mind, though. She's still with me. The sun is already setting outside and she's still with me. I'll let that be enough. For now.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.