Once upon a time in a posh London neighborhood, where the hedges were perfectly trimmed, and the air carried a faint scent of sophistication, there lived two individuals who were destined to share more than just a fence. Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley had a history that went back to their high school days, where rivalry was the name of the game.
It all began on a sunny afternoon when Ginny, with her fiery red hair and an air of mischief, decided to order a box full of adult toys for Hermione's bridal shower. A little spice for her best friend's new life, she thought. However, fate had different plans. That evening, the delivery mix-up led the package straight to Draco's doorstep. Unbeknownst to Ginny, her precious cargo was now residing in the very person's house who once fueled her teenage angst.
Determined to rescue the toys from the clutches of her old nemesis, Ginny donned a dark hoodie and sneaked into Draco's elegant abode like a modern-day cat burglar. She tip-toed through the opulent halls, expertly avoiding creaky floorboards, and finally reached the room where her misdirected package lay. As Ginny triumphantly retrieved the box, she couldn't help but revel in the poetic justice of the moment. However, her victory dance was cut short when she heard footsteps approaching. Panic set in as she desperately searched for an exit strategy. With no other option in sight, Ginny opted for the classic escape route – through the window.
She moved toward the window and was about to jump when her hoodie tangled in the window sill. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened. A long shadow fell on her, and a voice colder than an Arctic breeze sliced through the night. "Weasley, what in the name of Merlin's beard are you doing in my bedroom?"
Oh great! This just had to be his bedroom! Freaking great!
Ginny winced, recognizing the voice all too well. Draco Malfoy stood there, looking every bit as haughty as she remembered him from their school days. But instead of responding with the fiery retort she had prepared, all that escaped her lips was an embarrassed squeak.
Draco's silver eyes widened at the sight before him. "Well, well, Weasley. I always knew you had a flair for the dramatic, but this is a new low, even for you."
Ginny, still suspended in mid-air, shot him a withering look. "Do you mind giving me a hand, or are you just going to stand there and critique my life choices?"
With an amused smirk, Draco approached. "Oh, I wouldn't want to deprive you of this charming predicament. It's quite the spectacle."
Rolling her eyes, Ginny grumbled, "Just help me down before I decide to hex you into the next day."
Draco sighed dramatically. "Fine, Weasley. But only because I'm feeling unusually charitable today." With unexpected gentleness, he began to untangle her, suppressing a smirk as he did.
Once freed from her airborne entrapment, Ginny straightened her hoodie and shot him a glare. "Thanks, Malfoy. You've just earned yourself a day without me insulting your impeccable hair."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Well, aren't I the lucky one? Now, care to explain why you were attempting a clandestine entry into my humble abode?"
Ginny, ever quick-witted, replied with a sly grin. "I heard your taste in interior decor had drastically improved, and I couldn't resist taking a peek."
As she turned to make her escape, his cold, drawling voice stopped her in her tracks.
"And where do you think you're going, Weasley?"
Her eyes met his stormy gray ones. He stood in front if her, his silhouette imposing, a smirk playing on his lips. Her heart skipped a beat, not just from fear, but from the electric tension crackling in the air between them.
"I didn't think you'd be home."
"Clearly," he replied, kicking the door shut behind him. "Did you really think you could just waltz in here and take whatever you pleased?"
Ginny's grip tightened on the box. "I'm leaving. Don't try to stop me."
Draco's smirk widened as he advanced toward her. "And what if I do? What are you going to do about it?"
Ginny backed up until she hit the edge of a grand, polished desk. She glared at him, refusing to show her fear. "Don't push me, Malfoy."
"Oh, but I do like pushing you," Draco purred, his voice low and dangerous. He reached out, brushing a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear. The touch sent a shiver down her spine.
"You're not getting away that easily," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Ginny's resolve faltered as she felt the heat radiating from his body. She hated how her pulse quickened at his proximity.
"I… I…" she managed to say, though her voice betrayed her uncertainty. She glanced at his lips. "I have to."
Draco's eyes darkened, and in one swift motion, he pinned her against the desk, his body pressing against hers. "Then I suppose you'll have to convince me to let you go," he murmured, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers.
Ginny's breath hitched. She should have been thinking of escape, of how to outmaneuver him, but all she could focus on was the intoxicating scent of him, the way his eyes bore into hers with a mix of challenge and desire.
"You don't scare me," she whispered, though the tremor in her voice said otherwise.
"Good," Draco replied, his lips curling into a predatory grin. "Fear would ruin the fun."
Before she could react, his lips crashed down on hers, demanding and possessive. Ginny gasped, the box slipping from her fingers as her hands instinctively tangled in his platinum hair. The kiss was a battle, a clash of wills, and neither of them was willing to back down. His lips were on hers. And they were hot and firm, pressing with the intent, she thought, of silencing her. And something was wrong with her. So very wrong. Because she savored those lips. She enjoyed the way they felt on hers.
Ginny forgot to struggle. In the darkness, she was surrounded by him. His scent, minty, with a hint of leather. His strong arms, crushing her to him, keeping her where he wanted as he gentled the kiss, his lips coasting over hers with hunger instead of brutish force. Teasing a whimper from her. And instead of fear, it elicited desire, red, hot and full of excitement. He lifted his head, ending the kiss. She was lost in a sea of sensation, emotions rolling through her.
"Don't scream" he whispered.
Her eyes snapped open, bringing her back to reality. What am I doing?
"Let go of me!" she whispered furiously. "It's the middle of the night!"
He chuckled. "Now you remember that?"
It occurred to her then, a place where men were so very vulnerable. She brought her knee up, intending to strike him between the legs, but he was too quick, anticipating her movements and neutralizing her effort by sliding his own knee between hers instead.
Through the thin linen of her skirt, she felt every inch of his muscled thigh, pressing intimately into her. And heaven help her, but a twinge of raw pleasure arced through her at the contact.
"Like that," he muttered, then rubbed his cheek along hers. His lips were on her ear then, grazing the shell as he spoke. "I'll give you points for trying though" he mocked.
Those words should have angered her, but instead all she felt was his mouth on her ear, his moist breath falling like hot silk on her flesh. All she knew was an ache deep in her core. But this was wrong, so wrong.
"What are you doing Draco?" she asked, struggling to free herself of his hold.
But it was fruitless, he was incredibly strong. The fingers on her wrist remained tight, keeping her arm restrained. And when she used the palm of her free hand to push at his shoulder, attempting to shove him away, he caught that wrist as well. All that her movements had succeeded in doing was dragging the hem of her skirt higher. Cool air kissed her bare legs, her calves, and even her knees.
"What do you think I'm doing, Ginny?" His voice was deep and mesmerizing. She shifted again but his thigh remained wedged between her legs, the warmth of him searing her. Her breath hitched, her nipples going tight. How could she know such an all-consuming desire for an enemy, for a man who had captured her and then stolen her lips as if they belonged to him?
His wicked lips suddenly found a place she had not previously known to be so very sensitive. A place just behind her ear. He kissed her there. Such a strangely intimate spot, and its effect upon her was molten. Another noise fled her lips before she could stop it.
He kissed her neck next. Her heart was positively galloping. He was trying to seduce her. Trying to render her mindless with his knowing mouth and manly heat. She couldn't allow it. But Draco was lowering his lips again, and his hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire wherever they touched. Ginny found herself responding, her own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. She hated herself for wanting him, for craving the taste of his lips and the heat of his they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Draco's eyes were blazing with a mixture of triumph and something deeper, something that made Ginny's heart race even faster.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice husky and filled with promise. "Not until I'm done with you."
As Draco's lips found hers again, all thoughts of leaving fled her mind. For now, all that mattered was the fire between them, and the dangerous dance they were caught in. He grabbed her buttocks under her skirt, massaging her skin and seating her on the desk. Stepping forward he parted her legs to stand between them, swiping his tongue along her lower lip. She gasped. He delighted. Taking advantage he tangled his tongue with hers. She tasted of mint, and honey, probably from tea. And she smelled of Jasmine with a hint of amber. Her body was pure seduction, curved in all the right places. Her skin, designed to drive a man mad, soft and supple and oh-so delicious. He had always noticed her; back in school it had been her innocence and her passionate loyalty to all she loved. As they grew up and she moved to live next to him, it had become somewhat of an obsession - watching her, coveting her…
And when he found her in his room; he knew then that he could not let her walk away. She moaned, and banded her arms against him, causing him to groan. He reached for the zipper of her hoodie and yanked the chain down, suddenly impatient to get to her skin. She buried her head in his neck, pressing soft kisses right below his ear and driving him mad with need. He tossed the jacket aside and leaned back to look at her. She was wearing a black tank top underneath, the lace of her red bra peeking out from the bodice. Her skin was flushed, a deep rosy blush working its way from her cheeks down the throat and chest.
Ginny leaned forward and reached for his T-shirt and pulled it up. Draco helped her remove it and she smirked. "Tit for tat, Malfoy" She breathed, licking her lips. His eyes zeroed in on that action, then lowered to her heaving chest.
He circled her nipples outlined in the top, slowly tracing the aureole with his thumb. Ginny closed her eyes, savoring the sensations this evoked in her. His touch sent a sharp edge of desire through her. It felt so good, better than she could have imagined. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, and she threw her head back in pleasure. He banded his arms around her, fiercely suckling a point on her throat. He reached for her tank top, whipping it over her head, leaving her in a lacy red bra and the short skirt. He groaned and buried his face in her ample breasts, nuzzling her breasts.
"Draco!" Ginny whined. "More! I need more!"
He hooked his finger in her bra and pulled it down. Her breasts spilled from the bra, pushed up by it. The sight of her cherry topped breasts was the last straw. He groaned "Oh Gin, you're so beautiful!"
He covered one nipple with his mouth, suckling it hard and teasing the other with his thumb.
"Aah!" she cried, her hands fluttering to his hair, fingers sifting through the strands, back arching in sensual abandon. He flicked his tongue over the pert bud of her nipple, taking his time, caressing her thigh as he lavished attention upon her gorgeous breasts. First one, then the other. He squeezed the breast in his hand painfully, suckling the other one raw. Arrows of pleasure shot down her core, as if having a direct connection from her breast to her place between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the tension in her core.
As if Draco understood, he released her nipple with a pop and slowly bent down on the ground on his knees. His lips moved with a will of their own, down her stomach to her navel. He pulled her skirt down, bringing her underwear down with it, exposing her from waist down. He ran his nose along her navel, gentle protrusion of her hip bone, every sense was heightened. There was her jasmine scent, but as he parted her legs even farther, there was also the sweet perfume of her sex, musky and tempting.
Draco kissed the ridge of her knee, then moved to the softness of her inner thigh, dragging his lips over her. Higher, higher, higher. His hands moved, pushing her slowly wider. She was all pink, welcoming femininity, her skin sleek and glistening, ready for him.
"What are you…"
Her question trailed off as his head dipped, and he licked her seam, parting her folds with his tongue, finding her nub and stroking it lightly. The taste of her filled him with raw, animal lust. Feminine. Fucking delicious. He opened his mouth, pressing open mouthed kisses to her sex, and Ginny dropped backwards on her elbows, screaming his name.
She was lost to everything, except for him. Kisses were dotted over her folds, in a worshipful, slow manner that told her he had no intention of rushing this tryst to its inevitable conclusion. Rather, he wanted to savor. He lashed her bud with stimulating licks that sent sensation careening through her. He was groaning into her as if he found her delicious. His hands caressed her hips as he held her still and fed off her as if he were starving, and ravishing her sex was the only relief that would sate him.
The rough stubble of his beard abraded her inner thighs. His calloused fingertips dug into her hips, then lower, cupping her bottom and pulling her to him. He drew on her pearl, using that hot, beautiful sinner's mouth. Her hips jumped from the cool tabletop and a moan tore from her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gave herself over to him completely. His tongue gilded hot and sleek, licking her up and down, and when he sank inside her, the invasion made her gasp and shudder as a tiny spasm rocked through her. In and out he thrust, the wet sounds of his tongue plunging into her ready passage echoing in the quiet of the room.
Her fingers sifted through his hair, finding it silken and soft. Such a disparity between this man's hard, muscled body, that softness. She was on the edge, the knot of desire drawn taut deep in her belly. But she needed more. And as if he sensed it, he dragged his lips back to her swollen bud, sucking and laving, before one of his long, callused fingers found her drenched opening and slid inside.
Ginny cried out at the sensation, bucking her hips, drawing him deeper. He was drawing out the exquisite sensation, worrying her little bud, alternating between sucks and licks. A second finger joined the first, and he worked in and out. His fingers slid deep and then curled, stroking a place inside her that was so deliriously pleasurable that it almost bordered on pain. An intense quake began in her core and then released through her. He flicked his tongue over her, plunging in and out with quick, hard strokes as she splintered apart. Her body arched backward, a moan forced from her, the intensity of her orgasm stealing all her breath.
His hands slid from her hips to her lower back, holding her to him, his mouth never leaving her as he drew the tremors of release from her body. When the last wave undulated through her, he withdrew, his fingers sliding with a wet sound that would have embarrassed her had she the capacity to properly think.
She was still grappling with the aftermath of her powerful orgasm, when suddenly, she was being picked up and moved toward the bed. She turned toward Draco, looping her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his in a reverent kiss.
"I want you so much Ginny…" he whispered. "I have not wanted anyone as much as I want you right now."
"I want you too, Draco, so much!"
Silently, he slid her down his body, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock plainly against her stomach.
He kissed her again as he pushed her to the bed. "Turn."
She did as he asked without hesitation, spinning away from him and facing the bed on all fours. His heart thundering in his chest and his cock aching for release, Draco got rid of his pants and underwear. He took her hands in his and braced them on the headstand. The position revealed the firm, pale globes of her backside. The urge to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into that sweet, tempting flesh was strong. But not as strong as the fiery need pumping through his veins.
He nudged her legs into a wider stance with one foot, making enough space for himself between them. He palmed her rump with the other, squeezing lightly as he pressed his mouth to her ear.
He dragged his fingers over her seam, parting her folds. She was soaked, and he groaned. He teased her opening and then moved to strum over the swollen bud lightly at first, and then with increased pressure as her hips moved.
He withdrew his fingers and gripped his cock, coating himself in her wetness before he guided himself to her delicious, wet heat. "Tell me you want me too, Ginny"
"I do, so much." she trembled.
He teased her entrance, then withdrew, rubbing himself up and down her slit. "Tell me. Say my name."
"Draco," she gasped out, hips circling, seeking. "I want you inside me."
"Brace yourself on the bed," he warned. "I'm not a gentle man."
He nudged her legs a bit wider, lined his cock to her beckoning sex, and slid inside. One fast, hard thrust deep inside her. Draco buried his face in her hair, breathing deep as he struggled to regain possession over himself.
"You are so fucking tight!" he rasped and filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing them roughly, thumbing her nipples repeatedly. She screamed his name out loud.
"You do love it when I play with them, don't you love?" He whispered and pinched her nipples painfully. She moaned loudly, his dirty words almost pushing her over the edge.
She was all tight, silken heat, so deliciously wet, gripping him so hard he thought he might explode after just one pump. Another thrust, and she cried out. He kissed her cheek, the corner of her lips. She turned her head and kissed him too, her tongue thrusting into his mouth.
Without breaking their kiss, he rolled his hips, using short, quick thrusts. In and out, quick and hard. He had warned her he wouldn't be gentle, but she was meeting him halfway, using her balance on the bed to move in time with his hips, bringing him deeper. Ginny was close. He glided his hand from her breast to her mound, parting soft curls to find what he sought. The throbbing bud was sleek and hot. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, fucking her faster, deeper. Kissing her, his own breaths as ragged as hers.
She spent with a strangled cry that he swallowed, clamping on his cock so hard that little black stars dotted his vision. He plunged in and out of her. Again. Again, so close, one more time, and…
"Ginny," he growled against her lips.
And then he jerked his mouth from hers and withdrew from her body, his seed shooting across the bed. They both collapsed on the bed, head down in the the aftermath. Ginny turned and faced him, pulling him closer for a soft kiss. He turned on his back, pulling her half onto his chest, her head tucked into his neck in a cozy cuddle.
"What was in the box you came here for anyway, Gin?"