Ginny Weasley was used to blending into the background. With five older brothers and a well-known family legacy, she had learned early on how to stand her ground. She strode confidently through the halls of the law school, her vibrant red hair cascading over her shoulders, a bold statement in a sea of dark suits and muted tones. Her striking features—a combination of high cheekbones, bright brown eyes, and a confident smile—often turned heads, but it was her sharp wit and ambition that truly set her apart. She was a force to be reckoned with, known for her ability to dissect complex legal theories with ease and offer insights that left her professors impressed.

Her determination was palpable. Now, in her final year of law school, she was on a mission to make her mark in a field dominated by powerful figures. She envisioned herself advocating for those without a voice, challenging the status quo, and carving out a space for herself in a world that often favored the privileged. Beneath her beauty lay a cunning mind, always ready to strategize and push boundaries.

The lecture hall buzzed with anticipation as students settled into their seats. Today's guest mentor was none other than Draco Malfoy. He was the epitome of cutthroat ambition. With a lineage steeped in legal legacy—his father, a well-known district attorney with a track record that few could rival—Draco had inherited not only privilege but also a fierce drive to uphold his family's esteemed reputation. He was undeniably handsome, with a chiseled jawline, slicked-back platinum blonde hair, and piercing gray eyes that could cut through the most intricate legal arguments.

Draco was known for his ruthless tactics in the courtroom, often using his charm and intellect to manipulate situations to his advantage. To many, he was a shark in a sea of minnows, unafraid to navigate the murky waters of corporate , the moment he had stepped through the door of the Trial Advocacy class, she caught his eyes.

With long, wavy, red hair and rich brown eyes. Lips that were full, plump, and covered in a shiny pink gloss. She wore a black skirted suit with the highest heels on the longest pair of legs he'd seen. Legs he wanted wea[ed around his waist, her heels stabbing his back. She was petite, but oh-so delicious. She was feisty wrapped in a fucking delectable body. Fuck, the way she stood in the center on the room, cross-examining her witness.

"Stop," he said, cutting off her questions and moving closer, the short distance allowing him to get a whiff of her perfume. A scent that was sweet but also exotic, like vanilla and spice. "Tell me your name."

"Ginny," she replied.

"Well then, Ginny, I want you to remember that while he may not be your witness, this cross examination is crucial for the outcome of your case. You want to tell the story, and gradually build the significance of this moment up. Don't overwhelm your jury and never, ever show your opponent your strength. Do you play poker, Ms Weasley?"

It was a gamble, using that analogy. He didn't know anything about her, but he was a damn good lawyer and a big part of that job was reading people. And he could read her alright; the way she was watching him, her breathing labored indicating her arousal. If she were as experienced as him, she would know Draco felt exactly the same way. He wanted her naked, in his arms, and wet.

He saw the exact moment she accepted his challenge, the significance of his words filtering in her expression. She walked over to where the stand-in jury was sitting, her body pressed against the wooden half-wall of the jury box, and that was where she began to question her witness. And she shined bright, full of power, potential and a cunning hiding just beneath the surface. So fucking hot…

When she finished, she turned to Draco, her gaze challenging and complacent all the way back to her seat.

"Congratulate her," Draco forced his gaze from her, even though his eyes wanted to devour her, more than devour her.. He wanted to fucking eat her up.

"Mr. Malfoy, who would you like to pick for this evening's meetup?" Professor Slughorn asked later. Draco knew exactly who he wanted. He chose a few from the jury and others from the audience. Then his gaze landed on Ginny's desk - he walked toward her. Her scent lingering in the air, something he wanted to inhale, consume and savor and ravage

"And you." he finished, his eyes locking with Ginny once again

Draco entered the bar and saw the gang assembled and already well into their second or third drinks. But she was nowhere to be seen - he flicked his gaze to the bartender's and saw that she was waiting for her drink. He walked up behind her, his breath heavy on her shoulder.

"Whiskey. Neat."

Ginny felt him behind her even before she could smell his musky, heady perfume. She pulled in a deep breath to calm her racing heart and forced a smile on her lips before turning to face him.

"Today was a dream come true for me! Seeing you in action, Mr Malfoy, I've read and heard second hand, but experiencing you is something else."

"Draco."

"Draco."

"You are very talented as well Ginny, you are certainly in the right profession" his eyes flicked down to her chest and then back up, their gray deepening slightly but his gaze definitely feral.

The silence stretched and a smile grew across his lips. It couldn't have been sexier.

"Can I ask you something? Even if it's slightly inappropriate?"

"Go on."

She no longer had control over her mouth. "Do you make all your opposing counsel feel this way? If they're women?"

His thumb traced around his lips. "What way is that, Ginny?"

Her body hummed like he was breathing against it; her hands squeezed the glass. "Like you're on the verge of …"

"Devouring them."

Her gaze flicked back to him at that, her eyes bold but also vulnerable.

"In the courtroom, I want to destroy them. I don't want"—he gazed down again, stopping at her waist—"anything from them."

"So why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I find you so fucking sexy that I want to fuck you on all the surfaces here and in all the ways that will blow your mind every time. I cannot even begin to paint a picture on what you will look like in my bed, after I've spent the whole night with you. Do you know how sore you would be?"

And just like that every thought blew out of her mind and it completely shut down.

"Isn't that what you're thinking now?" he leaned in and whispered against her ear.

She glanced at the table of students, all deep in conversation, not a single one looking in their direction.

"Ginny …"

She looked at him again, knowing instantly it was a mistake. "Yes?"

"If I were to touch you, would your pussy be wet?"

All the breath whooshed out of her as she looked at his triumphant expression. She couldn't deny it, not if her life depended on it. "Yes." she whispered

He smiled, a grin so devilish that it made her wetter. "Then, the defense rests," he said, and extended his hand; his eyes asking for permission that she seemed to already have given.

She didn't know how they ended up here. But she was outside, in a secluded alleyway beside the building, completely hidden in the shadows, with Draco's delicious weight pressing her to the wall. "I can't wait to have you. Not patient enough to wait until we get home. Tell me to stop now Ginny, if you don't want this, stop it now." Draco dragged the words out of his mouth, his attention and body focused on only one thing - getting his hands and mouth on as many of her body parts as possible but wanting to make sure he had her consent. He was a lawyer after all.

Her eyes cleared and she rose on her tip toes "Fuck me, Draco - I want to know how sore you can make me."

The moment they touched mouths, something inside her exploded. Her body went limp, and he wrapped an arm around her back, hauling her up against him while he pushed her shoulders into the wall. Her hands dived into his hair, yanking, gripping. "Draco …"

While he took in her mouth, melding their lips together, Draco lowered his grip to get a feel of her curves. Starting with her navel, rounding the whole width with his fingertips before he circled to her hips. Just as he took a breath, his tongue slid in between her lips, savoring the unique flavor of her. Jesus, fuck. He needed her. Now.

He pulled away, his mouth hovering above hers. "I'm going to make you come in so many ways, you're never going to forget this night. Or me."

"Really?" Her voice was husky and challenging.

A challenge he fully intended to accept and win. Repeatedly. He removed a condom from his wallet and then dived in to kiss her neck.

"How badly do you want me, Ginny?"

"If you felt me, you would know."

"I intend to, but I want to hear you tell me first."

"Draco …" She rose onto her toes, nipping his bottom lip, catching him off guard. When she went in a second time, she didn't release it. She sucked on the end, running her tongue across the inside. She whispered, "My body is dying to be touched by you."

She was definitely more naughty than nice, he thought. And smirked. He ran a hand across her stomach, going underneath the lacy red tank she had on beneath her jacket, her skin getting hotter and her breathing getting louder, the higher he climbed. He surrounded her tit, the hardness of her nipple poking into his palm.

Tracing his thumb around her nipple, he pinched it between his fingers.

"Oh God," she squealed. "Yes!"

"Now, show me how much you want me."

He moved to remove her jacket and lift her tank over her head before he started sucking her nipple through her bra, wildly pulling the tip into his mouth.

"Fuck," she cried, cupping his cock over his suit pants.

"Let go for me Gin.."

She unbuckled his belt and popped the button through and lowered the zipper. She reached for his shaft and started pumping him. He pulled the bottom of her skirt up to her waist, not wanting to take the time to remove it, and slipped her thong to the side. His fingers met her heat and wetness. "Goddamn it, you're perfect."

Each time he passed her clit, flicking it, she cried out louder. Her hips rocked without restraint. She was ready, desperate to be touched, frantic to come. She was soaked when he reached her pussy and slid in a finger, going in as deep as his knuckle, the walls of her cunt already clenching around his fingers. "Ginny, you're so fucking tight."

"It's going to be painful" she whispered, feeling his cock.

He froze. "You mean?", he didn't know what he was going to do if she turned out to be a virgin. He would literally die..

"I'm not a virgin Draco!" She exclaimed as if he were a child. "I mean your size, yes."

He relaxed and hummed against her skin, "I'll be gentle … at first."

She swallowed. "I'm a screamer Draco, I'm going to fucking bring the house down…" she nipped at his throat.

He pulled her bra down to expose her gorgeous breast, taking the peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardness. He gnawed and then licked, a pattern of inflicting pain and then calming with pleasure. Ginny had curves. A body he would kill to see in the light, to watch the way her skin glowed as he worshiped it. Something he planned to do more of and often. His fingers in her pussy got relentless, his fingers massaging her there and her thumb flicking her clit, all the while his tongue wreathing havoc on her nipples.

"Draco …" She gasped. "Ahhh." And she came all over his fingers.

He continued to take her nipple farther into his mouth, biting the end, sucking it until she finished riding the first wave of the most intense orgasm of her life.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispered.

What are you doing to me? He silently cursed. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

He leaned in and licked her lips. "You are gorgeous, every inch of you is beautiful. Even that cunning and crafty brain of yours" he kissed her.

As he pulled his fingers out, her thong moved back to its original place. He held the lace strings at her sides and tore them off her, tucking the flimsy fabric into his pocket. He bit off the corner of the packet and placed the rubber on his shaft. Draco dropped on his knees, the longing to taste her so overwhelming that he couldn't fight it. He placed his nose at the top of her clit, taking a long, deep inhale.

"Just what I thought … fuck."

Her hand dug into his hair, shouting, "Oh fuck," as he gave her the first swipe.

The flavor of her cunt melted over his tongue. It was so strong, so perfect that his eyes closed, his cock fucking throbbing. His two fingers returned to their spot deep inside her, thrusting in and out, while he licked across her clit. Every few laps, he swallowed the heaviness of her arousal, the deliciousness enticing him to go faster.

"I can't," she cried. "I can't breathe. Oh my God."

She was lost in a storm of feelings and sensation. She started twisting his locks, shoving her cunt against his mouth. And he continued to lick that treasure, flicking across it. He added more pressure, pointing the tip of his tongue against her clit, and within a few more strikes, she was gone.

"Yes! Fuck!" She held the back of his head like she was about to fall, flexing her hips, grinding into his mouth. Her walls tightened and he ate through her fucking orgasm. After she came down from the high a second time, he rose to my feet and lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and positioned her back against the building.

"What have you done to me?" She sounded satisfied, and tired.

"Mmm," he exhaled over her face. "You've come on my finger and my mouth. Now, I want to feel you come on my dick."

"There's no way. Three times—that's … impossible."

He grinned and probed her pussy, going in only to his crown, letting her widen and stretch, getting a solid feel—"You've never experienced anything like me before."

He sank deeper, giving her a few more inches to cling to. "Goddamn it, you're tighter than I thought."

He slid in some more, and she squeezed her arms around his neck, her breathing labored. And then, out of nowhere, she began to lift herself up, gently gliding him in and out. Bouncing over his cock.

"Draco," she gasped after several plunges.

"You're fucking ready."

He didn't hold back. He couldn't. He entered her with strong, powerful strokes. And it was like a switch had turned on.

"Draco! Yes!"

"Ginny," he roared, twisting his way in, grinding, building that intensity, "you feel—"

Her mouth cut him off as it slammed against his. An unexpected kiss. One that he didn't immediately end. Because the more it deepened, the more he danced around her tongue, the better this all felt. And he knew then. He knew he didn't want this to end right here. He wanted more. And he wanted more tonight. As he pounded into her, feeling like he was tearing through her, her pussy began to clench.

"Take me." She said, arching her pussy into him, squeezing him with a neediness that came from wanting one thing.

"You didn't think you could come a third time."

"God, was I wrong."

"Draco, I"—she sucked in air, closing in around my shaft—"I can't … I can't stop it."

"Then, maybe I should." he slowed my strokes. "Maybe I should make you wait, punishing you for doubting me."

Her fingers stabbed his neck. "Don't you dare"

He pressed his lips to her ear, and her hair tickled his face. A softness when everything felt so hard and rough. "Beg me."

She narrowed her eyes " .hell." She punctuated each word with a kiss and then leaned in to swirl her tongue around his throat roughly. And her kiss sent him straight over the fucking edge.

He hammered into her, his balls tightening, his movements turning hard, fast. Relentless.

"Fuuuck!" he shouted against her mouth. "Ginny!"

"I'm coming!" she screamed, her voice breathless, as her wetness flooded his dick.

He wasn't gentle when he took her lips. He ravaged them. And while her mouth melded against his, her other set of lips milked him, pulling the cum straight out of his cock.

"God-fucking-damn it," Draco hissed.

They held onto each other until there was nothing left but air, and he hugged her for several extra moments, his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.

"Just so you know, Ms Weasley, you're not getting any sleep tonight. I'm taking you home. Now."