Here we go again! I'm glad I'm finally posting all this, even if I didn't get a second opinion before posting. Warning, this chapter and the next are the reason I gave this fic an M rating. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you don't mind it, enjoy :3
Draco squinted into the mirror, tugging uncomfortably at the stiff white collar of the dress robes that Professor Snape had ordered a student to lend him. The trousers were too big, the shirt stiff and uncomfortable, the robe heavy, but it was met with approval from Harry and Ron, who had tried to help him with the tie, up until Hermione barged into the room, tied it for him and flounced back out, patting the round objects in her hair. Harry's dress robes were much like Draco's, stiff and uncomfortable-looking, but in a deep green colour. Ron's, much to Harry and Draco's amusement, were maroon. They smelled old, and had lace at the sleeves and collar. Ron threw them on with a look of disgust on his face, and used his wand to remove some of the lace messily, leaving the cloth frayed and scruffy. It wasn't much of an improvement, but the only way to improve Ron's appearance would be to give him new clothes, and neither Harry nor Draco planned on swapping with him.
They were among a large group of boys who reached the Great Hall at the same time, some meeting their partners straightaway, some milling around awkwardly, waiting for the girls to arrive. Harry spotted Cho after a few minutes chatting to Ron, and gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before he was accosted by a stern-looking female professor, who said something that Harry clearly didn't like. Cho just laughed and gave Harry a playful dig in his side, making him smile weakly before moving to join a small group of people Draco didn't recognise. Lavendar joined Ron and Draco, and they promptly started kissing in front of Draco, who flushed and looked away. Either the Landfolk didn't care about keeping their affections private, or the couple in front of him were exhibitionists. A peck on the cheek was acceptable in front of others, but the way Ron and Lavendar were kissing should be kept private. There hadn't been anyone around to see when Draco and Ginny had kissed, and it had been perfect.
A familiar voice called his name, and when he turned to look at the caller, his jaw dropped. Ginny was wearing an emerald green dress that clung to her curves like a jealous lover, before flaring at her hips to hang loose, brushing the ground. Her hair hung in soft, full curls down her back, undecorated apart from a silver comb sparking with green gems holding her hair on the left side away from her face. When she stepped forward to hug him, he noticed that there was a long slit in the full skirt, showing off a mouthwatering stretch of pale, smooth leg. He smelled something sweet and flowery on her throat, and the familiar smell of strawberries from her lips. When she blinked, her eyelids sparkled green, and her lashes were full and thick. Holding her so close to him made him feel weak at the knees, and his heart hammered in his chest. "You're beautiful." His mouth formed the words close to her ear, but no sound came out. Frustration tore through him, but he smothered it as she pulled away, smiling at her.
He guestured at her form, then clutched his chest over his heart, staggering theatrically. She laughed out loud, giving him another hug. "I take it that means you like what you see?" she breathed into his ear, sending shivers up his spine, and he nodded, letting his lips brush her neck in a bold display of public affection. She didn't seem to mind, in fact she shivered under his touch and tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. He was tempted to lean in and kiss her neck properly, but he felt like he was being watched, and pulled away instead, flushing slightly at the disappointed look on her face. When he turned around again, Ron and Lavendar were staring at them. Ron had turned a strange colour, and Lavendar's mouth was hanging open. A ringing sound drew their attention away, and Draco felt Ginny take his hand and drag him away, going with the crowd that was pouring into the Great Hall. She found them a small, semi-secluded table, well away from Ron and Lavendar, and sat opposite him, looking a little embarrassed. When they looked around the room, they saw people speaking to their empty plates, and the food of their choice appeared on the plate in front of them. Draco looked at his plate in dismay, trying not to look at Ginny.
He heard her say something, but couldn't hear it over the sound of people talking around them. Why had he decided to ask her to go? He probably looked like a fool, who couldn't even ask for something to eat because he couldn't speak. He jumped when a slim hand pulled his empty plate away, replacing it with a plate that had a large piece of steaming fish on it, along with a few vegetables he didn't know the names of, and a creamy sauce. He looked up to see Ginny smiling at him warmly, before she spoke again, asking for another dish. Once it appeared in front of her, she licked her lips, digging into her meal. He picked up his knife and fork to do the same, despite feeling even his ears heat up at her having to order food for him. The fish was hot, well cooked and flaky, and the sauce complimented it well. He decided that he didn't like the green vegetable, or the orange one, but the soft fluffy ones with the crunchy coating were alright. He finished the fish and vegetables, leaving the ones he didn't like, and heard Ginny laughing. "I don't think I've ever seen you eat so much! You should eat your veggies" She teased when he looked up. He made a face, which made her laugh harder, and he put one of the orange vegetables into his mouth. He made another face at her before swallowing, and then pretended to sulk, keeping her in stitches.
The time passed quickly, despite the fact that Draco couldn't speak, and before long the plates and cutlery vanished, and a group of people took up instruments on a raised dais in front of a cleared stretch of floor. They spent a few minutes setting up, checking their instruments, and to a round of excited applause from the mass of students assembled, started to play a slow, mournful song. Four couples made their way onto the cleared space, and started dancing, whirling around each other in time to the music. Draco spotted Harry and Cho, dancing awkwardly, as if Harry didn't know the steps. He smiled at the sight, and watched the other dancers. As more people joined them on the dancefloor, they made a whirling, dizzying mix of colour and shape, swirling around each other with grace, as if they all knew instinctively where the other couples were, and how to move so that they didn't bump into anyone else.
Before he knew what was happening, Ginny had grabbed his hand and was dragging him onto the dancefloor, and he automatically put one hand on her waist, the other taking her hand, the same way he had asked her to the ball, and they whirled among the other dancers gracefully, almost bumping into other people but always missing them by inches, not standing still for longer than a couple of seconds. Pain shot through his feet with each step, but he fought to keep his steps light, keeping up with Ginny and trying not to limp. As much as it hurt, he found that he was enjoying himself, holding her close and spinning through the other dancers as if they weren't even there.
In a lull between songs, they left the dancefloor, heading towards a large table covered with cups and bottles. Ginny picked out two bottles and handed him one, which he opened and sniffed. The liquid smelled strange. She smiled at him. "Have you never tried butterbeer?" Head shake. "Go on, take a sip." He obeyed, and smiled. It wasn't bad, though he was still unused to the idea of drinking. He had never needed to back home, and it felt strange to need to drink. They stood in silence for a few minutes, watching the dancers and people milling around the dancefloor, talking and watching the band. There were several professors wandering among the students, keeping a close eye on them. More than once, he saw Snape take a drink from a student, sniff it, and either vanish the contents or give it back with an irritated look on his face. He wasn't sure what Snape was looking for, but he seemed to enjoy taking away whatever-it-was when he found it.
Once they had finished their drinks, Ginny grabbed his hand and dragged him back onto the dancefloor, saying something about the song. The song seemed to go on forever, and they whirled through the other dancers again as if they were the only ones in the room. When the song was over, she pulled him off the dancefloor again, asking if he wanted to go for a walk. He nodded, and they left the Great Hall, following the streams of light that led out to the courtyard, which had been decorated for the Ball. All Draco saw wherever he looked were couples wrapped around each other, sitting on benches, leaning against walls, partially concealed behind bushes. He felt his face heat up, and Ginny squeezed his hand gently. He turned to look at her, and found her staring at something to her right. He followed her line of vision, and saw a familiar head of untidy dark hair. Harry had Cho pinned against the wall, and was moving against her rhythmically with his face buried in her neck. Cho had her head tilted back, eyes shut, breathing fast. One leg was lifted around Harry's waist, the other helping her keep her balance. Draco felt himself flush again, and kept walking, pulling Ginny with him.
He walked without really paying attention to where they were going, and only when Ginny slowed to a stop he realised that they had left the Ball altogether, and were wandering a dark and empty corridor. He turned to look at Ginny, smiling at her sheepishly, and she smiled back warmly, stepping closer to him. Electricity coursed through his body as their lips touched, and he wasted no time in pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and started stepping forward, pushing him against the wall. There was something between him and the cold stone wall, he shifted slightly, feeling an edge behind the cloth, and suddenly there was nothing but loose cloth behind him. He fell backwards, landing on his back with Ginny on top of him, squealing in surprise. She laughed, and pulled the tapestry off her head, letting it fall back behind her. When he sat up and looked around, Draco realised they were in a narrow stairway, leading upwards. He had never seen this passage before, and his thoughts about it disappeared as Ginny shifted her weight on top of him, straddling him in one swift movement. She leaned forward and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck, and ground her hips into his. He gasped at the contact, feeling his trousers grow very tight and uncomfortable. Without breaking the kiss, she started grinding against him rhythmically, pulling at his tie and opening the buttons of his shirt. He lay back, letting his eyes run down Ginny's body. Her chest was heaving with laboured breaths, her perfect breasts straining against the soft green material of her dress. The slit in the skirt had been pulled wide apart, leaving one leg totally bare almost to the hip. She continued to grind against him, making him moan soundlessly. Once she had opened the buttons of his shirt she pulled it off, before opening the zip of her dress and letting it fall to her waist, leaving her only in her bra. She held still long enough to unclasp it, throwing it to one side. Draco sat up again, running his hands up her sides as he did so.
He kissed her softly, before moving down to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, making her hair fall away from her neck, and he sucked at a sensitive spot under her ear, making her gasp. He then moved slowly downwards, reaching one of her breasts. His tongue traced light circles around her nipple before closing around it, biting it softly and making her arch her back, pushing the nipple further into his mouth. He moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment, as one hand gently caressed her thigh, close to her hip. She whimpered slightly, spreading her thighs further apart and thrusting against him, encouraging him to slip his hand under her dress. She gasped as his fingers brushed her through her knickers, pushing herself against his hand. He could feel her wetness through the flimsy cloth, and he pressed his fingers against it, hearing her moan above him. "Stop teasing me," She groaned into his ear, biting it hard before sitting up, pulling off her knickers in one swift movement and throwing them in the same direction as her bra, lowering herself back onto his fingers. He continued to tease her, and she shivered, trying to press herself against his hand, but he held her in place with his free hand, keeping her from pushing herself over the edge too soon.
She ran her hands down his bare chest, making him lie back, before she pulled at the belt of his trousers, pulling it off. She nearly ripped the button off the trousers as she opened them roughly, pulling down his underwear and letting him wriggle the rest of the way out of his trousers and underwear himself. She would not, however, get off him so he could do this, and instead made it even more difficult by nibbling at his ear as he struggled to get the clothes off. Once he had finally gotten the rest of his clothes off, she started kissing his neck lightly, moving slowly downwards and leaving a trail of kisses until she got to his navel. She looked up at him with her head hovering over his cock, and smiled wickedly, taking the tip into her mouth. He tilted his head back, gasping, and he had to fight not to move his hips lest he choke her. He lifted his head to look at her when she stopped abruptly, letting him fall out of her mouth with a soft pop. She moved back up until her face was level with his, and rolled them over, so that he was on top of her. She pulled him down to kiss her, and he let his hand wander between her legs, massaging it gently. She moaned loudly, trying to thrust into his hand, but like before, he held her still, continuing his gentle massage. "Draco!" She groaned, fighting against the hand that kept her still, and he grinned at her, before sliding a finger into her. She moaned and pushed against his hand, and he felt her hand close around his cock. He moved his finger inside her, adding another as he felt her get wetter with his movement. She matched the rhythm he had set with his fingers inside her, pumping his cock as he penetrated her with his fingers. She moaned again and sped up, making him speed up to match her, and she tugged at his cock suddenly, making him gasp, and she grabbed his hips, pulling his hand out of the way and positioning him at her entrance. He paused, looking at her. She opened her eyes and nodded at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I want this." She whispered, using her legs to push him into her sharply and making them both gasp at the feeling. He moaned, feeling himself enveloped in heat, and started to thrust into her slowly, gently. She kissed him slowly, probing him with her tongue and running her hands down his chest and along his sides, before putting her hands on his backside and forcing him to move faster. He obliged, moving back until he was barely inside her, and then grabbed her hips and slammed against her. He repeated this slowly, dragging out the moment before he slammed into her, until she sank her teeth into his earlobe, ordering him to move faster. His thrusting reached a frantic pace, and her keening moans told him that she was close to the edge. She finally threw her head back, moaning loudly, and he came straight after her, burying himself as deeply as he could and releasing his seed within her, moaning soundlessly.
They lay there for what felt like hours, with Draco still inside her, the sweat drying on their bodies. Finally, Ginny lifted his head, kissing him softly on the lips and then kissing his nose, smiling. He smiled back at her, feeling truly happy for the first time since he had given up his tail. He lifted himself off her and lay next to her, holding her close and kissing the top of her head. She tilted her head up to him, kissing him again. He deepened the kiss, feeling himself harden again, and felt her hand wander from his chest to his cock again. She giggled against his lips as her hand wrapped around his length, moving languidly up his shaft. She brought his hand back to her still-wet clit, and in moments they were gasping again, she was pumping his cock fiercely and he was thrusting his fingers within her again.
Ginny pulled his hand away, letting go of his cock, and straddled him, positioning his cock at her entrance, and gave him another wicked smile before slowly lowering herself, biting her lip as he slid into her easily. He threw his head back, moaning silently as she moved on him slowly, and he shut his eyes, savouring the feeling of being inside her. He felt a cold breeze against his legs, gone before he could think about where it came from, but forgot about it almost instantly as Ginny sped up, moaning loudly, and he felt her walls start to clamp around his cock again. He met each of her thrusts, making her moan louder, and she screamed his name as she came, Draco doing the same as he came at the same time, though she never heard her name on his lips.
Once they had caught their breath, Ginny opened her eyes, looking around her, and gave Draco a slightly embarrassed smile, as if she was only realising then that they had just made love twice at the bottom of the stairs in a secret passage of the castle. He sat up beneath her, kissing her nose softly, and she giggled. "We should go." She murmured, leaning her forehead against his. He nodded once, looking disappointed. She stood, collecting her bra and knickers, putting her bra on before pulling her dress back up and fastening it. Draco pulled his shirt back on, leaving the tie to hang open around his neck rather than attempt to tie it again, and hung the robe over one arm. He held the tapestry back and she stepped back into the corridor, shivering slightly at the gust of cold air. He put the robe around his shoulders and she smiled at him, snuggling into the robe. He put his arm around her shoulder as he walked her back to the Gryffindor Common Room entrance, marveling at how they fit together so easily. There was no awkwardness, no shyness now, just a comfortable silence as they walked. He was disappointed when they reached the painting of the Fat Lady, and she kissed him softly, telling him to meet her at the weeping willow by the Lake the next day. He nodded, and she slipped into the room behind the painting, and he turned to make his way back to his rooms. They had decided not to place him with the students, as he couldn't speak the password to get into any of the Common Rooms, and they didn't know what House he was in.
The pain in his feet seemed less now, and he smiled, humming silently. They had mated, which, according to the traditions of his tribe, meant that they were a couple, and they would be together until the end of their days. He had succeeded in wooing her, which meant that he could keep his Human form, and would regain his voice. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth experimentally. Nothing. He frowned slightly, but pushed the thought away. He had mated with the love of his life, and nothing could dampen his spirits.