Here Now by smprsgrrl

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 08/10/2003
Last Updated: 08/10/2003
Status: Completed

They both had their reasons in the beginning of it, and as their relationship changed, so did
those reasons. Draco and Ginny focus on the here and now.




1. Here Now
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**Author's Notes**: I'm a little nervous concerning this, as it's the first bit
of smut I've written in quite a long time. And the first bit I've ever written for Draco
& Gin. So if you could please take a moment to let me know what you liked, what could have been
improved, etc, etc. I would appreciate it.

**Disclaimer**: They're not mine. But I don't mind if they have fun sometimes…

~*~

**Here Now**

They both had their own reasons for starting it.

He wanted to use it against the Weasel King in an argument some day. In his mind's eye, he
could imagine the shades of red the other boy would turn when he said, "Did you know your
sister has freckles all over her body? I know, because I've attempted to count them…"

Of course, Draco expected Weasley would then attempt to hex him into the next century (with help
from Granger and Potter), but for that one moment things would be perfect.

Her reasons were a little more complicated. Ginny had thought Draco Malfoy to be beautiful since
the first time she laid eyes on him in *Flourish and Blotts*. Arrogant, yes; stubborn, yes;
spoiled, absolutely: but still beautiful. All of her life, she'd been given things that had
lost their beauty sometime before they reached her.

Except Draco. So when he'd pulled her into an abandoned classroom that Thursday afternoon
some months ago, and kissed her, she'd let him. Later, as she searched his eyes, Ginny knew he
was planning something. She knew he would likely use this against her or Ron, but she couldn't
bring herself to care. Draco was beautiful. And for that moment, he was *hers*.

That was how it began. Once or twice a week, Ginny would receive an owl (he always borrowed a
school owl) with a simple message on it. Instructions as to where to meet him that afternoon or the
next. At first, it was always sex. A furious coupling as they both tried to devour the other;
neither of them really acknowledging what was happening, only that it was happening. The sex was
good. Intense. Passionate. There were a thousand other adjectives to describe the bliss they both
experienced, but neither of them expected for it to turn into anything more.

After the sex came homework, and long talks, and walks along the edge of the lake. He would
listen to her hours of stories of growing up with six older brothers, and her heart would silently
break for him as he told of having no children to play with. To Ginny, Malfoy Manor was more of a
prison than a home. And Lucius Malfoy was a warden instead of a father.

Still, they hid their relationship – if you could call it that. Even when they started having
more than just sex, both of them were hesitant to put a title on it. For one, both of them accepted
that Hogwarts would never accept them. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor? A Malfoy and a Weasley? It was
insane.

And it wasn't like they were in love. In lust, definitely. And they liked each other most of
the time, but it definitely wasn't love. No, no, no. It couldn't be love. Malfoy's
didn't believe in love. And while Ginny certainly did, she'd never experienced it first
hand.

Love couldn't be the all consuming, burning desire she felt inside of her whenever Draco
touched her, could it? It certainly wasn't the flutter she felt in her heart when they would
pass in the hall, and he would intentionally rub against her. It definitely wasn't the
giddiness she felt when the school owl would deliver the post each morning.

Love wasn't for them. It was for people like her mum and dad. People like Percy and
Penelope, or Bill and Fleur. She was only sixteen, and there was no way she was in love.

Draco had been thinking the same thing, just as her velvet walls closed over him.
"Shit," he muttered, breaking into her reverie. "Sit still."

Coming back to herself, Ginny looked down at the boy underneath and wiggled her hips just to
tease him. "Don't like that, do you?"

His grin was like lightening. "You bloody well know that I do. But if you don't stop
moving, it's going to be over before it's really even begun." Draco reached up and
rested his hands against her hips, before slowly lifting her.

Ginny closed her eyes and sighed in bliss as he slowly moved in and out of her. If the school
could see her now, they'd know she wasn’t the virginal little girl they all thought her to be.
She'd given up on Harry Potter long ago, even if they didn't know that. "Draco,"
she moaned, "Don't ever stop."

When she said his name like that, Draco believed it was more of a prayer, than a cry for help.
As each week passed, he found himself drowning more and more inside of her. She was the reason he
got out of bed each morning. She was the reason he stopped taunting Potter, Weasley, and Granger.
She was the reason he did so many things, even if he didn't consciously know it.

His eyes popped open when she squeezed him with her inner motions. Draco watched in fascination
as she lifted long, straight red hair off the back of her neck and moaned. "I'm
hot."

"I know." The Slytherin pushed himself up on his elbows and began to lick her neck and
shoulders. He could taste the salt on her skin. "Is this helping?"

"No."

"Do you want me to stop then?"

"No."

He laughed against the curve of her shoulder, before resuming his actions. One hand crept up
from her hip to hold her breast, and he carefully teased the nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. "Have I ever told you," he whispered, "that you have perfect breasts.
That sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about them, in the middle of my classes." Draco
continued his thrusts upward, as she slammed her body down on his. Ginny had perfect control of her
muscles, squeezing him and carefully bringing about his release.

His tongue traced a path down to her left breast, and he pulled the tip into his mouth.

"*Draco*," she sighed again. Unconsciously she removed one hand from her hair,
and took it down to between their bodies. Ginny found the bundle of nerves easily, tossing her head
back at the immediate pleasure that started racing through her body. "Harder," she
whispered.

Draco watched her in fascination, the second nipple forgotten. He was harder than steel inside
of her, and sure that he was about to explode. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he flipped them so
that her body was beneath his, and he was moving inside of her.

Her free hand scratched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she clawed him.
"Harder, Draco. Fuck me." Her eyes closed again as she deftly moved her hand and her hip
in the same rhythm.

"Open them," Draco commanded. "I want to watch you."

Ginny obeyed him, and opened her brown eyes to meet his silver ones. "You like to watch me,
don't you?" she teased. "I see you, of course. When you think I don't."

"Bint," he bit back. "I'm going to come," he said a second later. With
just this as a warning, he spilled himself inside of her, never ceasing his movements.

As he jerked wildly on top of her, Ginny felt her climax come too. Her body sucked him inside,
and held him there as she freely took all he had to give her. It was always like this, really. She
always felt like this after their meetings. After a minute or so, Draco slumped against her,
kissing her collarbone and neck. Her hands went to his hair, as she rubbed the silky strands
between her fingers. "You okay?" she asked, finally.

"Never better." He tried to move, but she held him in place with a hand against his
spine. "You know, I think I'm going to have those marks for weeks."

She laughed gently. "You could always go to Madam Pomfrey. I'm sure she'd heal them
for you."

"Can you imagine the questions she'd ask, though?"

Ginny pushed his head up, and kissed him gently on the mouth. "Just tell her a cat attacked
you in the hallway."

"More like a bear." He studied her, his eyes taking in her appearance. At moments like
this, he was sure he might love her. Like her, for sure. Adore her, definitely. But… he might love
her too.

And that gave him hope. When Draco could feel the fluttering where his heart was supposed to be,
he had hope that Lucius hadn't killed everything inside of him. The redhead wasn't who he
planned on spending his life with, but sometimes plans changed.

"Have dinner with me tonight?" Draco asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Dinner. You know, we do it every night… the Great Hall."

"But," she began, "people might see us."

"Who cares?"

Ginny studied him, her eyes wide. So this was it, huh? This was the moment she'd been
waiting for all her life, it seemed. "Are you sure?"

Slowly, Draco shook his head. And she could feel her heart sink. "No, I'm not sure. But
I want you to have dinner with me anyway."

Reaching up, she kissed him again. It was innocent; just a brush of lips against each other. But
for her, at least, it was filled with love and admiration for someone she loved and admired.
"Can we eat with Gryffindor?"

He smiled then. "Do you want to get me killed on our first night as a couple?"

Her hand trailed down his cheek. "We've been a couple for months, Draco."

He knew she was right, of course. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead gently. "Merlin,
where have you been my entire life?"

"I don't know," she whispered. "But I'm here now. We're both here
now."

*finis*



