Ginny took a long moment to gather herself on the bed. The edge of her skirt, damp from where he'd wiped his fingers, grazed her thigh as she sat up. She contemplated touching herself, cresting to the climax he had denied her, but somehow it felt forbidden. Like he was watching her. She just knew it was something he wouldn't want her to.
She reluctantly stood, trying to right herself. She raked her fingers through her mussed hair, pulling her torn panties off of her hips and tucking them into her skirt pocket. She'd repair them later. With one last look to the room, unkempt from their doing, she left and hurried back to Gryffindor Tower, hugging the shadows to avoid trouble.
Draco invited himself in to Pansy's room after he left the girl. He tossed his clothes to Pansy's bedside as he drew the curtain around the bed and peeled back her emerald sheets. He was still fully hard. The walk to the dungeons had been dull agony. Pansy woke with a smile, and encouraged him to join her.
Pansy always was an agreeable girl.
He slept well afterwards.
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In the morning, Ginny examined her body in the bathroom glass with care. Each bruise was now pronounced on her skin, the ones on her neck and wrists dark, the hickey on her thigh painful. She stared into her own eyes in the aged mirror for a long moment wondering why it felt like she was a staring at a stranger. All reason within her had rallied to scream how dangerous this was getting. Somehow, she didn't care.
It was all about delicacy and abandon, wasn't it? She felt powerless in Draco's presence but now she was powerless even in his absence. It was ownership. iIf one can call it that./i She didn't feel bound to him in any magical way like she'd read of. This was just a stupid promise. It did not feel like Tom again; her mind was her own, but it had voluntarily devoted itself to him. The bond felt strong.
She took a quick, scalding hot shower and dressed for the day. Somehow wearing her uniform felt perverted, knowing her soiled skirt from the day prior had a trail of her juices dried on the hem, knowing she'd been fucked wearing just a pair of knee socks that first night. He'd turned her entire kit into something dirty. She plucked the soiled socks she'd worn that first night out of her hamper, tugging them onto her legs stubbornly. She wanted the reminder. The Great Hall was still nearly empty by the time she arrived, so she took the opportunity to hastily complete an essay she should have finished the night before. When he was inside of me, she mused to herself, trying her hardest to keep her mind on the task.
"It isn't like you to do homework in the mornings," Harry interrupted her thoughts with a smile of greeting, settling in across from her at the Gryffindor table with a loud clunk of his books. "Everything all right?"
Ginny shrugged, letting her gaze linger on Harry's eyes before flicking back down to her parchment. Green, startlingly green. They were the most remarkable eyes she had ever seen until she had seen Malfoy's lit up and heavy-lidded with pure lust. Not even Harry's green held a candle to lit mercury. "Fine," she murmured, giving another half-hearted shrug.
"I was going to wait until Ron and Hermione arrived but you look like you could use some good news," Harry spoke as he filled his plate with breakfast, pouring them each some juice cheerfully.
Ginny scrawled her last sentence before tucking her ink and quill away, slipping the essay between the pages of a text book as she devoted her attention to Harry.
"I think I've figured out where Malfoy keeps disappearing to," Harry beamed, shoveling a forkful of beans into his mouth.
Ginny briefly wondered if Harry wanted her to congratulate him before telling her any vital information. She decided to indulge him. "That's great news, Harry!" she mustered her most convincing cheerfulness, despite the implications of what Harry knew or thought he knew. "Well?"
"Turns out he's been disappearing to the Room of Requirement. So far I don't know what he's getting up to in there, but Nearly-Headless Nick saw him go in there around midnight last night. It just wreaks of wrongdoing, don't you think?" Harry spoke thoughtfully, glancing back over his shoulder at the Slytherin table, even though Draco hadn't arrived to breakfast yet.
She struggled to keep the color of her cheeks from going straight to scarlet. Ginny wondered where her activities with Malfoy fell on Harry's scale of wrongdoing. More wrong than dark magic? Less wrong? Which was more unforgivable? She crossed her legs under the table, gasping as a surprise jolt of white hot pain shot through her from the twisted skin of the bruise on her thigh. She gripped at the table to keep from crying out, her nails digging in to the wood as she quickly uncrossed her legs and tried to clear her face again as Harry returned his gaze to her.
She exhaled slowly as the pain receded, and filled her plate as Hermione finally entered the hall and settled in at the table, giving Harry someone else to occupy.
By the time Draco arrived at breakfast, Ginny was already gone.
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Ginny slumped into her chair in the back of the lecture hall as Professor Binns droned on about the Summit on Magical Beasts of 1780. She couldn't be less interested if she was actively putting in effort. She kicked up her feet to rest on the edge of the empty seat in front of her as the lights dimmed and the professor began slide-show of relevant historical documents. Ginny shut her textbook and sighed heavily, idly imagining her next encounter with Draco.
There was so much more she wanted out of their arrangement, and she was pleased it seemed to be escalating in a favorable direction, but something still felt not quite right about the whole thing. She wished he had less of a desire to please her. It was strange how that had never crossed her mind as even a possibility before, that Draco could have been taught to be an unselfish lover.
She slumped in her chair and shut her eyes briefly, drifting off in the dark classroom. She woke up to Colin's elbow jabbing into her upper arm gently. In reflex, she pulled her legs back, setting the chair in front of her to tilt and slam to the stone floor with a loud clank. The quiet classroom disrupted with the noise, all of the students turning to stare at her. Ginny apologized quietly and sat up straight in her chair again, wiping dried drool from the corner of her mouth as Professor Binns continued to talk.
"You were whimpering in your sleep, murmuring, um, something about the Dark Mark," Colin whispered, bright red. "I thought maybe you were having a nightmare or something... and you would want to have been woken up."
"I did," Ginny blushed darkly at the thought of having that kind of dream in the middle of class. "Thanks Colin," she mumbled, sitting straight in her seat again, pressing her thighs together. The bruise gave a dull ache, but she could feel her panties were damp. She couldn't remember if it had been Draco or Tom in her dream. She couldn't remember if it was a nightmare or a dream. She wasn't sure it even mattered at this point.
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The rest of the morning went by achingly slowly. At lunch, she caught her first glimpse of Draco for the day. Pansy was pressing her shoulder against him, disgustingly obvious with her affection. She wasn't normally the type of girl to giggle and paw at him, at least Ginny had never thought so. Until she had caught them together in the Third Floor classroom, she wasn't even certain they were a couple. But staring at the Slytherin table it would be impossible to come up with any other conclusion. The dark-haired girl doted on him as close to a servant as she would allow herself to be. She filled his plate. She poured his drink. Ginny was certain Pansy would have crawled in Draco's lap to catch his crumbs if she could have. Jealousy flared within Ginny, quickly in a flash and then gone.
She excused herself, grabbing her bag and planning on a quick nap in the dorms—hoping to avoid any other in-class sleeping embarrassment—at the top of the last staircase to the Seventh Floor stood Draco Malfoy, waiting for her.
"How did you...?" She frowned, surprised he'd somehow beat her to the hall, glancing back down the staircase as if it would provide explanation.
He licked his lips quickly, glancing around only once before speaking. "I realized this morning that you and I never set another appointment."
"We need to be more careful," she warned him softly, darting her own gaze around for any sign of another soul, but the corridors were empty. "Nearly Headless Nick saw you go into the Room last night. He told Harry."
Draco frowned, shifting his weight, "Potter needs to keep his nose to himself before I—"
"—Regardless," Ginny spoke over him, cutting off the threat. "I'd rather we not get figured out. I'm sure you'd agree."
"Of course," Draco agreed with a frown, quicker than Ginny would have liked. "I'll use a disillusionment charm from now on." Ginny knew it wouldn't fool the Marauder's Map, but it would stop the ghosts, or any other friend from seeing Draco. It would have to do.
"So, tonight?" Draco murmured, already walking past her.
Ginny bit her lower lip before calling after him. "Can it be 11 instead of midnight? I'm properly exhausted today."
Draco glanced back at her, giving a brief, curt nod before continuing on his way.
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Draco nodded in greeting at Snape as he settled in at his designated potions desk. He'd always felt kinship with the professor, a kinship that had grown with their shared bond of Darkness over the past few months. More than even Lucius, Draco looked to Snape for help navigating the complexities of the Mark and all it entailed.
Severus crossed the room and slid a small, unmarked envelope onto Draco's closed notebook. "From your father," he explained, flourishing back around towards the front of the classroom as the class began to fill.
Draco slid his finger into the seal, ripping it free as the post unfurled to a lengthy, strong-worded letter—hardly something that could have come through Hogwarts post. Draco scanned the words, the threats of 'duty' and 'family honor' should he fail in his impossible task this year. He re-folded the letter feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment and shame. He was not used to failure, let alone a public one. He was beginning to suspect that no one really expected him to be able to do this at all, which pooled as burning fury in his stomach. He knew what had to be done, and he had the strength to find the will to do it.
He unfolded the letter once more, reading the words again before ripping the note into a neat pile of pieces on his desk, setting fire to the pile with a quick murmured spell just as the lecture began.
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Ginny arrived at the Room of Requirement just before 11 o'clock, sliding between the appearing doors and shutting them quickly behind her, turning to see the familiar room had appeared. She unfastened her cloak, tugging it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the stone floor by the bedside. She added her shoes and tie to the pool of clothing, contemplating stripping completely when she felt his hands keep her arms at her side. She hadn't even heard him enter the room.
Draco gripped her arms at the wrists, dragging his touch up her forearms to her elbows, squeezing the flesh. Ginny felt her breath exhale slowly, her eyes shutting briefly from the feel of his skin.
"I had a terrible day," he murmured, sliding her hair aside, tucking it front of her left shoulder, bringing his lips to the sensitive flesh behind her right ear. "And you're going to make it better," he told her, pressing his nose against the skin of her hairline as his hands slid around her, beginning to unbutton her shirt.
"Did you think of a safe word?" He asked, his fingers making quick work of her white oxford.
Ginny took a deep breath, licking her lips as she tried to formulate a thought to answer him. "I thought maybe 'a-apple'," she stammered over the word, shutting her eyes in embarrassment.
"Apple," he purred in her ear, tugging the oxford from her shoulders, gripping the shirt at the center of her back, her arms pulling back, still bound in the sleeves. "I like it," he murmured, dragging his lips along her bare shoulder, letting his teeth scrape along her bra strap.
He gripped harder at the shirt, tugging her back to arch as the fabric restricted her movement completely, baring her neck for him. "Do you want to make my terrible day melt away, Pet?" Draco asked softly, sparing a hand to stroke over the bruises on her windpipe, watching as her breath hitched, letting her think he was about to grab her there. She didn't protest at all, which pleased him.
Ginny was finding it extraordinarily hard to concentrate. In their other encounters she had felt a fair amount of control, he had seemed almost reluctant at first. Not tonight. Tonight he had come prepared, with a plan and a persona. She was finding it far too easy to lose herself in it.
"Pet?" Draco prodded her, his hand sliding from her throat to a breast, squeezing to the point of pain, his fingers pulling back the silken cup of encasement to tease her hardening nipple.
"Y-yes, Master. Yes. I want to make your terrible day melt away," she agreed, gasping softly as he rolled her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"You're going to get on your knees and I'm going to blindfold you," he murmured against her ear, his lips dragging along the skin before he darted his tongue out along the rim. It was warm and silken across her skin, its touch fleeting. "You are going to keep your arms behind your back, and open those gorgeous red lips for my hard cock," he whispered, pinching at her exposed nipple. Ginny's breath hitched at the welcome pain and the way his voice lilted over the dirty words.
"When I am satisfied with your mouth I'm going to tear your clothes off and fuck you bent over this bed until you're begging me to stop." Draco let his hand fall from her breast, his short nails scraping down her torso before he withdrew all touch from her.
Ginny's knees wobbled but she quickly steadied herself. When he stepped back, she immediately turned towards him, keeping her arms behind her, tangled up in her discarded shirt. She lowered her sock-covered knees to the stone floor without instruction, her eyes dilated in arousal and the low light as he returned to her with his Slytherin tie.
Draco tied the tie around her head tight enough to restrict her vision completely. He waved his hand in front of her face to see if there was a reaction but there was none. He let out a shallow held breath as he looked at the sight she made, shirtless, arms bound back, one breast tucked out of her bra with a pink, pert, teased nipple. Tied with a Slytherin bow. He unbuckled his pants, approaching her again, running a thumb over her irresistible pout.
She opened her lips instinctually, letting his thumb run alongside the moist interior of the lips, along her teeth and then her tongue. She let her tongue run along the offered digit, internally smirking as he made a soft, unkempt guttural noise of approval and the finger was withdrawn. She kept her mouth open slightly, panting through her nose as the thumb was replaced with what could only be the sensitive tip of his cock, glazed with precum. She recognized the taste.
Ginny had done this for a few boyfriends, Dean in particular had enjoyed this pastime, but she had never before felt this intense burn of willingness to please. She wanted to satisfy Draco Malfoy completely. She wanted to surpass his expectations.
She darted her tongue along the slit of his cockhead gently, licking along the rim of precum in cautious care. She felt the urge to use her hand to hold the cock steady, but she allowed her arms to remain confined behind her. She parted her lips further, gasping in slight surprise as Draco took the invitation and slid the entire head into her mouth, his hand palming the back of her head, gently holding her steady as he fed her half of his length.
Draco let out a heavy exhale, withdrawing his cock from her mouth to allow her to protest the movement, to call him out on the action or murmur the safe word. She remained silent, lips wet and slightly parted.
Draco returned the tip of his cock to her lips eagerly, letting her lick the head again before her jaw opened and he thrust inside of her mouth again. He pushed his hips a little bit further this time, trying his hardest not to choke the girl despite his desire. He withdrew to the tip and pushed forward again, hissing in pleasure as Ginny's tongue put pressure along the underside of his cock while he thrust in. Minx.
"That's good, Pet," he let her know, "I like that."
He memorized the sight, knowing how rare and precious it might be. Every night with her was strangely removed from reality, and delicate in its rarity. He, of all people, knew to not count on good things lasting. The perfection of her mouth, of her beauty in the candlelight, was a sight that could have made him cum instantly in his younger years and it was something he would have to keep in his memory long after it was gone.
Ginny's mouth began to salivate, lubricating each slick slide into her mouth and out, her tongue pressing against her lover's erection. She could sense from his pace's quickening he was getting close to orgasm, and the will to please shoved any remaining shame far from her mind. She pressed in further to his thrusts, panting as her nose buried briefly in his golden pubic hair, the size of him as deeply inside of her as she could manage. She let her lips close around the cock as he withdrew, providing suction, earning a reluctant moan from somewhere above her.
"Fuck," he panted as she sucked on his cock, staring down at her covered her eyes. She was way more skilled and devious than she looked. He let his body recover for a few seconds, steeling his reserve on his orgasm, regaining control of the situation. "You are going to suck on my cock as if your life depends on it, Pet," he murmured. "You're going to make me cum now, understood?"
"Yes," she murmured, shifting to try and get comfortable on her knees as she prepared. "Yes, Master," she corrected.
"Open," he ordered her again, biting down hard on his lip as her mouth open at his command. It sent a chill down his spine. He slid his cock into her mouth again without hesitation as she responded to his command, closing her lips around him and began sucking the best she could. Draco held his hips still, shutting his eyes as he relished the pleasure. Ginny whimpered softly as her tongue swirled about his member and she gave a frustrated grunt as she greedily sucked down as much of his length as she could muster. The sound undid him, causing him to release into her mouth without warning.
She continued to suck and swallow, panting and whimpering until he carefully withdrew from her mouth. She licked her lips, quickly swallowing the remainder of the bitter taste, hoping her devotion to his orders would earn her her own pleasure. She caught her breath on the stone floor, Draco's touch gone from her completely as the footsteps backed away. In the dark of the blindfold she could only feel her own body, her arms now asleep in their binding behind her, her shoulders and knees aching from their positions, her breast exposed in the air of the room.
She cried out softly as his hand gripped her throat, pulling her up by the neck, her sock-clad feet finding the floor with a slight stumble. His hand slid from her windpipe reemerging at her blouse behind her, tugging the garment free from her body. She panted at the dull throb in her elbows and shoulders, thanking him breathlessly. His fingers slid her bra straps from her shoulders, unclasping the undergarment and tossing it aside, making similar short work of her skirt and socks.
She felt a chill in the room as she stood still, only his tie adorning her. "Is your terrible day getting better, Master?" She asked cheekily.
Draco's bare foot gently kicked apart her legs a little, his breath falling over her shoulder, then her breast, and her other shoulder as he walked around her. "Almost there," he responded, his fingertips grazing her breasts before he pressed against her from behind. She felt his spit-wet cock against her asscheek, his chest at her shoulder blades. One of his hands found her clit easily, appearing there and stroking her lazily as he sank his teeth into her shoulder again.
"You're soaking wet, Pet," he murmured. "You must love sucking my cock." Ginny let out an involuntary shiver as his fingertips dragged through her labia, pulling her juices along with them, over her clit, to her thigh. Draco smirked as she merely nodded, unable to form a verbal answer.
"Poor girl, you are aching to be fucked, aren't you," he murmured, gripping her waist.
Ginny nodded again, panting slightly, licking her lips. "Yes... fuck, yes, please... Draco... Master," she added.
Draco had planned to bend her over, to fuck her from behind, but with the blindfold on he felt no guilt about letting his gaze linger on her. He turned her around, leading her to sit on the bed, and then lay back, spreading her legs and admiring the view.
"You really are insatiable, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, running his hands along her legs, hardening as he watched her attempt patience. It was clearly not her strongest suit. He ran his fingers along the bruise he'd caused, pleased with the purpling of the skin. It would be hell for her in Quidditch season. He let his fingers slide down to the apex of her thighs, running over her pussy again. There was something about Ginny Weasley's tight, wet pussy. Able to take any form of fucking he wanted to give, and always ready to accept more. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite things on earth.
She squirmed under his touch, squeezing her hands into the bedding with a tight grip.
He dragged his fingers along her stomach, watching her back arch as he stimulated her skin, squeezing at her breasts again before his hand found its comfortable spot at her throat. "What did I say about how I was going to fuck you?"
Ginny would remember the words for as long as she lived. "You said you're going to fuck me until I beg you to stop," she murmured. "Master," she added, hesitantly.
Draco licked his own lips, a flash of his day taking over his mind. Father's letter and all it implied. That he was weak, and unwilling to do what needed to be done. He settled over her, bending her knees at his sides as he gripped at her throat. "That's right, my Pet," he purred, squeezing hard at the throat until she gave a soft whimper.
It didn't take long for Draco to regain hardness, watching her back arch gently, watching her face pinken. He pressed the tip of his cock against her opening, sparing one hand to help guide himself, he kept his grip firm as he gave the initial thrust. He brought his body to hover on top of hers, his hips thrusting as his hand held steady.
He noticed immediately as she fell unconscious.
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The wrongness of the situation dawned on him immediately. Her face had only turned a shade off of red, edging towards purple, but it was difficult to see in the dim light. She had only gripped the bed harder. Before she had clawed at his hand, had gotten his attention in danger. She did no such thing this time.
Draco tugged the tie from her face immediately, checking her pulse with his fingers as soon as he realized she had gone limp. He was genuinely relieved to find her alive. Blood pounded in his ears, his pulse racing with adrenaline and fear. Reason begged him to go retrieve his wand. A quick retro-stun spell would revive her and he could apologize. He could demand to know how she had let this happen. But reason was shoved aside at the perverse notion that maybe this was what she wanted. She was batty, that much was true, but she begged to walk along the dark side of sex. She had told him twice not to treat her like glass.
All sound dulled in the room to him, as if he was in a trance. He observed her, stared down at her beautiful body, her angelic face, and deep within him a voice spoke clear direction. Take what you want.
So Draco, fully hard and still buried inside of her continued to thrust. Her body was just as warm and wet as it would be if she was conscious, one moment away from slapping him or clawing her nails into her skin, only now she laid back still and quiet. He held her waist firm as his hips pounded their flesh together. Within a matter of moments, he had cum deep within her. He kissed her sleeping mouth as his penis softened inside of her, cupping her cheek and limp neck as he allowed himself to be affectionate with her body in a way he could never be with the girl within. He kissed her pouted lips.
Draco settled on the bed beside her, laying down next to her as he decided to wait until she woke naturally. In the quiet of the room he could hear her shallow breathing, feel her warm body beside him. He liked this much more than sharing a bed with Pansy, he decided. Pansy always smothered him in bed, wanting to lay on top of him, hugging him, strangling his body.
After a few minutes he began exploring her body, hesitant with his touch but unable to resist the temptation. This was not an opportunity he would likely get again. He was careful with her, treating her as though she was sleeping. His touch was feather light as he ran along her curves, pushing her thighs apart again. His fingertips easily slid inside of her, drawing a soft moan from him. His cum and her juice were warm between her labia, the silken feel of her pussy was enticing.
Draco found himself hardening as he settled between her thighs again. Given infinite time and no consequence, Draco wasn't certain he wouldn't just hide out in the room and fuck Ginny Weasley into oblivion for the rest of his life. Avoid the rest of the world. Seek salvation here. He entered her cautiously, his erection spreading her lips and diving into the relaxed muscles of her body.
He knew he would hate himself later, or pretend to, for liking the way this felt. He had thought it might feel like a corpse underneath him, or like an Imperius-cursed slave, but she was so clearly alive and beautiful and warm and accepting in all the ways he liked. She was his own sleeping beauty, tight and drenched inside. It didn't take him long to reach a second orgasm within her.
Draco shoved down his moral side as his second release left him feeling guilty. To compensate for the violation, he healed every last bruise on her body, the circles fading from her windpipe and thigh with perfected charms. He took care with the healing, tucking her into the bed they'd until then only used for utilitarian purpose, wrapping the sheets to hug around her naked body. He tucked her hair to one side, making sure she was resting in a comfortable position for when she would wake.
He dressed cautiously, quietly, feeling silly for taking the precaution but not overriding the impulse. He slid into his shoes and tied his tie feeling strangely satisfied with this meeting above their others. He kissed her lips chastely once more before tucking a hastily scrawled note into the pocket of her cloak and conjured a goblet of water for her, hovering the cup at the bedside.
He shot the reviving charm behind him just as the doors closed.
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Ginny woke in the familiar bed with a gasp of air, her chest giving a dull ache from dry lungs, almost as if she had been drowning on air. She sat up as the air stung, causing her to cough before she found herself able to swallow and breathe normally again. She reached for the goblet, dunking a finger in the liquid to feel the consistency before taking the chance that it was water. She downed the entire thing in a few desperate gulps.
She took in the room around her, vacant of one Draco Malfoy, with her clothes neatly folded at the foot of the bed. He'd tucked her in, healed her bruises. She tried not to read into the behavior. Most importantly, she had no idea what time it was. She took her time sliding from the bed, feeling unsteady on her legs as she dressed but too afraid to earn a serious infraction from being out so late.
She tugged on her panties, feeling a vague soreness between her legs as the events of the night returned to her. She must have passed out just as things were beginning. She felt embarrassed that she'd been abandoned, and embarrassed that it had placed her in a position where she needed care... the opposite of what she had come to Draco for in the first place.
She fastened her tie hastily, braiding her hair as she prepared for the quick dash she needed to do to return to Gryffindor Tower unseen. She grabbed her cloak and slid it onto her shoulders, picking up her shoes in her hand as she exited the Room and made the dash in sock-clad feet back to her dormitory as the clock chimed out 1 o'clock.