So... Here's the new chapter. I know it's disappointing that it took so long especially since I had the other chapters up so quickly last time I updated. But I have a lot of stuff going on and sometimes, the other stuff wins on the list. But I got a few reviews the other day and it really made me want to write a new chapter. Sooo... Here you go!

Chapter Thirteen

Draco's laugh mixed with those of the Weasleys. Ron was red-faced as his brothers recounted his most embarrassing childhood moments.

"Ginevra told me once," Draco said after the latest bout of laughter died down, "that Ron was terrified of the ghoul in the attic."

The older boys hooted with laughter. Ron groaned, sinking down into his chair. "He wouldn't go near the attic for years!" Bill laughed.

"I was a kid!" Ron defended, "And it was a bloody ghoul!" Another burst of laughter erupted from the room.

"Do you wanna see it?" George asked suddenly, looking at Malfoy.

"It's still here?"

"Sure," Percy said. "It rarely leaves the attic."

"That's be great." Draco said, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. "I've never seen a real ghoul before."

The men all stood and led Draco up the stairs to the attic. Draco look around as he followed them. He had never been this far into the Burrow. It was fascinating. The walls were covered in pictures of the Weasleys as they grew up. He spotted a picture of a young Ginevra and wanted to stop to look closer but decided against it. He made a mental note to inspect the pictures closer before he left.

Finally, the line of boys stopped and Draco looked ahead. Charlie was opening the latch to the attic. Draco could see a slight shudder go through Ron and noticed that his grip on Hermione's hand tightened for a brief second.

The tall blond followed the Weasleys and Granger into the attic. In the corner, he noticed a human-like creature crouched over. "Blimey, Ron. Now I see why you were terrified of this thing. It kind of looks like you!"

A fresh bout of laughter started. "That's from when transfigured him to look like Ron." Hermione explained. At Draco's puzzled look, she elaborated. "When Harry, Ron and I went on the run, during the last year of the war. We made the ghoul up to look like Ron so we could say he was home sick."

"Why not take the charms off after the war ended?" He asked.

"We thought it made the ghoul a little more human." George said. "Little less scary."

Draco nodded, his eyes still locked onto the ghoul. He took in the ragged pajamas and red hair which graced the ghoul. It was odd how very like Ron the creature looked. He couldn't help but laugh.

They finally made their way back to the living room where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still sitting. "I was thinking," Draco said. "The Chudley Cannons have another match next week. And Blaise has offered me use of the owners box any time I like."

The boys exchanged looks. "A match from the owners box?" Ron asked.

Draco nodded. "I thought, perhaps, Ginevra might like to go as well."

"That sounds lovely." Mrs. Weasley said. "I'm sure Ginevra would enjoy a nice game of Quidditch."

"Great." he said, looking around at the Weasleys. "I'll pick her up and bring her. Ron, Hermione, I'll let Blaise know to expect you all."

Hermione nodded with a smile. He's doing a fantastic job, she thought. They're all accepting him so well.

Ginny sat on her couch, transfiguring her empty glass into a small bird and back again. The sudden knock on her door shocked her, making her lose her concentration. The glass fell, shattering into pieces on the floor.

The door was flung open suddenly. "Are you alright? I heard something break."

Ginny looked up, her eyes darting to the door. Draco stood before her, staring at her with wide eyes. Her lip quivered and she jumped up, rushing to throw herself at him.

His strong arms closed around her and he breathed in her scent. It was a scent he longed for, a scent he had been missing and craving for the past few months. His hands slid up her arms to grasp her shoulders and he reluctantly held her from him. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I just- I was startled when you knocked. I dropped my glass, is all."

Draco pulled her back against his body, holding her. "Merlin, Ginevra."

"Is it really you? Are you really here?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You don't hate me?"

Draco took a step back, looking into her deep, chocolate brown eyes. "I could never hate you, Ginevra." he told her, placing his lips gently against hers. "Never." he whispered.

Ginny pulled him further into the apartment and pushed the door close behind them. "Draco..." she sighed, kissing him. "I've miss you so much."

Draco felt himself grow aroused. For months he had forced himself to stay away from her. He had resolved to see her after her family agreed to attend the match with him. He had to invite her still. Now, now that he was here again, with her, Draco wished he had come sooner than the day before the match. He wanted nothing more than to shag her senselessly.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen their kiss. She was intoxicated, not only on his scent but the wine she had been drinking before he showed up. "Draco..."

"Mmm" He moaned against her neck. "I love when you say my name." His lips drew a line of fire as he kissed her neck then jaw, making his way back to her sweet, wine stained lips.

"Draco..." she drawled again. "Please..."

Her pleading made his body ache. He felt his whole body growing hotter, his groin throbbed. His hands slid around her and he grasped her butt, lifting her. Her petite, shapely legs wrapped around his waist. She squirmed, trying to get closer to him.

"Merlin, Gin. If you keep moving like that I'll never make it to the bedroom." he protested.

Ginny wasn't listening, however, and continued to move in his arms.

Draco groaned and backed her up against the wall. He reached down and made quick work of his slacks. Once he freed himself, he reached under her nightgown to remove her panties only to find she wasn't wearing them. That was his undoing.

Within seconds, Draco pushed himself inside her, enclosing himself in her warm center with a heavy groan. Ginny moaned at the contact. She had wanted this for so long. It had been months and she was starved of this feeling. The feeling of having him in her. She wanted more but he stood, ridged, against her. Ginny squirmed against him again and he groaned. His hands steadied her as he breathed into her neck. "Stop moving Ginevra." he groaned. "It feels so bloody good to be with you again but if you keep squirming like that it's not going to last too long."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words and smiled. "Please Draco..." she purred in his ear. "I can't take this torture anymore."

Her words were like a flame to dynamite and he was out of control. Each thrust into her was utter bliss. But his words were true and it wasn't long before she could feel his hard cock throbbing inside her. The feeling was one she had missed and feeling it again was more than she could bare. Soon she was climaxing too, her head rolled back in ecstasy.

Draco buried his face in her neck, muffling a loud moan. His breathing was heavy as he sank to the floor with her in his arms. He closed his eyes, his head falling back against the wall.

He was quiet for some time before Ginny spoke. "What's wrong Draco?"

Reluctantly he opened one eye to peek at her. "You know I hate not being able to make it to the bed before I shag you."

Ginny smiled softly, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "You can always try again." she whispered against his lips.

Draco groaned. "That's not the point." he said, trying desperately to ignore the renewed throbbing he felt.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Hey, you may have the patience for waiting but after 2 months, I don't." she said, slowly moving against him. She felt him grow hard between her legs and lifted herself slowly. Her hand reached down between them and guided him back to her warm, wet center.

Draco moaned as she slid herself down onto him. "Ginevra..." he gasped. "Wait. I came over for a reason. I-"

She silenced him with a kiss, pressing her lips to his, running her tongue along them. "Whatever it is, Draco," she purred. "It can wait."

Two hours later they lay exhausted on her bed, which Draco had insisted they made it to after she had stopped him from getting further than the living room twice more. Their clothes created a path from the living room to the bed as they shed a new piece each time they stopped to make love. Now, Ginny lay curled up against Draco's right side, her head on his broad, muscled chest.

"Ginevra." Draco began, "about why I came."

Ginny sat up now, turning to look at him.

"I-well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a match tomorrow. The Chudley Cannons are playing and Blaise gave me access to the owners box."

"Blaise owns the Chudley Cannons?" She asked.

"Co-owns." Draco clarified. "So what do you say?"

Ginny hesitated. She was still terrified of going out in public, afraid of what her parents would say if they had seen a picture of her and Draco together. But if she refused, Draco might leave again. He might think that she didn't want to be with him. She agreed. "Sounds like fun."

Draco smiled mischievously. "I can think of something else that sounds fun."

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