A/N: Short and fluffy. I'll try to do another one (or two) today to get back on track.
Prompt #41: 8/18/17
214 words, according to Google docs.
"Draco!" Ginny complained, trying to avoid his searching hands. "We have a Ministry gala to attend tonight, and you're not helping!"
"But Ginevra," he purred, curving his palm around her waist and pulling her towards him. "You know these galas are just for publicity. No one would notice if we weren't present, and even if they did, I have more than enough money to cover it up."
"I need to put on my dress," she retorted, wriggling out of his grasp and turning back towards the mirror.
"I like you much better like this, though," he returned smoothly, quickly and effectively trapping her in his embrace once more. Leaning down, he trailed a line of butterfly kisses down the slender column of her throat.
"Draco!" she gasped, trying and failing to escape.
"That is my name, love," he whispered against her throat. Her breath hitched.
"We're going to be late," she said desperately, but she knew the attempt was futile. As Draco pushed her up against the wall, she sent a half-hearted patronus to the coordinator of the whole event - no doubt her mother would be wondering where her daughter was that night.
She was quickly distracted, however, as her boyfriend did something quite wonderful to her shoulder. He was, after all, quite naughty.