1 one-shot: Draco/Ginny
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amorphousTitle: Not Always Physical
Words: circa 3000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ginny
Warnings: sex, mentions of character deaths
Author's Notes: Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jandjsalmon. Written for the dgficexchage like two years ago...
Summary: Ginny and Draco's relationship are not always physical, but sometimes that's all it is.
"You're actually allowing him to go?" Ginny Weasley said, outraged.
Fred Weasley nodded in angry agreement. "Harry, be serious!"
"I am," Harry Potter said calmly from the other side of the room. "He knows how the Death Eaters work. Snape and Malfoy will be a good attribute to the team."
"Until they start trying to kill us!" Ginny practically screamed.
"Calm down, Weasleyette," the object of their discussion, Draco Malfoy, drawled from a few feet away.
She turned to glare at him. "You can't come."
"Potter says I can," he pointed out casually.
"And do you always listen to Harry?" Ginny retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned back to Harry before Malfoy could reply. "He was the one who made Hogwarts unsafe, remember?"
Harry sighed with frustration. "Of course I remember! I was in the Astronomy tower that night!"
Ginny frowned. "Then why?"
"Because Malfoy has him in his back pocket," George Weasley chimed rudely.
Harry shook his head. "You know he doesn't, George," he denied. "It's just the only thing that makes sense."
"What would make sense is if he and Snape were locked up already!" Fred yelled, slamming his palms on the table in anger.
Malfoy's chuckle caught Ginny off guard. She turned to him just as he said, "You Weasley have tempers that are in as bad taste as your robes."
"Shut up, Malfoy. No one was talking to you," Ron Weasley snapped from his seat beside the silent Hermione.
"Ron, Hermione, what do you two think?" Ginny inquired, hoping they would all outnumber Harry.
Hermione shrugged. "Harry makes sense. Malfoy and Snape are both excellent wizards and they could really help us."
"What?" Fred blurted out.
"You can't be serious, Hermione," George protested, staring at their friend in disbelief.
"George, I don't like it either, but it's the truth. We all know it is," Hermione persisted.
Ron nodded, though it was obvious he didn’t want to "I agree with Hermione and Harry."
"Of course you would!" Ginny exclaimed before she could stop herself.
"What does that mean?" her brother asked.
"It's just… you always take their side," Ginny said, frowning.
"I do not. Don't start, Ginny," Ron said sighing. "Just don't start an argument. Not now at least."
Ginny shrugged.
"Do I detect sibling rivalry? Or jealousy perhaps?" Malfoy interjected his voice thick with sarcasm.
"Ha ha," Ron said humorlessly as he glared at his former classmate.
"See? He'll only cause trouble," Ginny pointed out quickly, jabbing her finger at Malfoy.
"He could help us," Harry repeated.
"Fine!" Fred said, standing up. "Do what you want. I just know with him there I'll have one more enemy to watch."
"Me too," George agreed, following his twin out of the room.
"They'll still come with us. They might not like it, but they know we're right," Hermione said, staring at the retreating backs.
Ginny glared at Hermione. "No, they know you're wrong but they also know you're all three too damn stubborn to see that!"
"Ginny, please, calm down. We aren't wrong. Malfoy has…" Harry faltered, glancing at the blond wizard wearily. "Malfoy has proven himself," he finished softly.
Ginny laughed without humor. "He has? When? I must have missed that!"
"Ginny!" Ron exhaled. He was sick of chastening her, but she just wouldn’t listen any other way.
"What?" she snapped, shooting Ron a dirty look.
"You don't have to be rude about it," Ron answered with a frown.
"I'm not."
"Both of you," Hermione cut in, "stop acting like children. We need to discuss different strategy now that Malfoy and Snape will be accompanying us."
"It took you all long enough to decide," Snape finally chimed in. Ginny turned and glared at her old professor. She had to admit that he had proven himself. The Pensieve full of his memories, uncut and unchanged, was proof that Dumbledore had ordered Snape he had to kill him rather than let Malfoy do it. He had tried to get Dumbledore to remove the Unbreakable Vow, but Dumbledore had refused and his death had been the repercussion.
"He can come, but does Malfoy really have to be there?" Ginny argued again.
"Oh Merlin!" Malfoy said loudly. Ginny saw him lean against the wall easily out of the corner of her eye.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Ginny whispered acidly.
"Yes, he's coming. That's the end of discussion," Harry said, glaring at Ginny. "No more arguing, you hear?"
She nodded unhappily.
"Now, on to strategy," Hermione said purposely.
Giving one last look of disgust around the room, Ginny shook her head. "I'm going to join Fred and George," she called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
"Ginny!" Harry called, but she didn't even turn around.
---
"What are you doing, Weasleyette?" Malfoy's familiar voice asked from behind her.
Ginny jumped, dropping the magazine she had been reading. "Go away, Malfoy," she said softly as she picked back up her magazine.
"Witch Weekly? You mean you really read that trash?" Malfoy drawled with distain as he moved next to her.
"I do. So? What do you read? Death Eater Weekly?" Ginny retorted. The words on the page were unfocused and blurred as she waited for his reply rather than read.
Malfoy sighed. "That wasn't a very good comeback." He sounded slightly disappointed.
She moved her magazine down so she could see over the top of it. "What do you want?"
"Merely to talk," Malfoy said casually, leaning back against the sofa they were on. “There are times you have…interesting things to say. Of course there’s the fact that you are the only person here in this godforsaken place that comes close to me in intelligent or wit.”
"I don't want to talk to you. Hell, I don't even like you," Ginny said putting the magazine back in front of her face, blocking his.
"Come now, Weasleyette. You certainly like insulting me and acting as though I'm not in the room."
"If only you weren't in the room, Malfoy, it would be so much easier to act like you're not."
"You should feel lucky to be in my esteemed presence," he told her smugly.
"Esteemed by whom? The Death Eaters?"
He chucked. "No. No, they hate me. But you – you should admire me."
It was Ginny's turn to laugh. "Admire you? Admire your skill for lying and treachery?"
"And for many other things," Malfoy added with a smirk.
Rolling her eyes, Ginny turned back to the article on cauldrons.
"Do you miss Hogwarts?" he asked after a quiet moment.
"What did you say?" Ginny glanced at him over the top of the page with a bemused expression.
"Do you miss Hogwarts?" he repeated.
"Yes," Ginny nodded, whispering.
"So do I."
"What? Why do you?"
"It was my school, too, Ginny. It was my home too, and for a year longer than it was yours, " Malfoy pointed out.
"True, but I still find it hard to believe you miss school," Ginny said, setting down her magazine turning to him completely.
"It's not school I miss. It's my friends. Or my so-called friends I guess I should say," he said with a frown.
"Your friends?"
"Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson. Though I suppose none of them would have anything to do with me if they could see me now."
"Oh?"
"Talking to a Gryffindor, and a Weasley at that, would be shameful," he explained with a straight face.
"What?" Ginny glared at him, her temper flaring. "Talking with a Malfoy is shameful to me and my family!"
Malfoy frowned and shook his head. "That's a horrible comeback! What’s happened to the fiery comebacks you normally have?"
Ginny shrugged, standing up. "Sorry I must be out. I’ve been using them so often now since you got here. You'd think it would be easy… coming up with insults about you, but I find myself repeating them."
"That's just your Weasley genetics catching up with you."
"Well, I'd be afraid if I had Malfoy genetics to catch up with me. That's terrifying to even think about." Ginny faked a shudder.
Malfoy smirked at her. It might have been the light, or just a fluke, but at the moment, smirking at her, Draco Malfoy looked sexy. His smirk was cocky, but he wore it well. Giving him a small glance, she admitted to herself that he had a reason to be cocky. He wasn't an ugly man in the least. He was a bit pale, but not overly so. His white blond hair complemented his skin tone well and was also combed perfectly. His grey eyes held secrets in their depths.
Ginny cleared her throat and shook her head to clear it. "Well, I'll just be going somewhere you can't bother me," Ginny said by way of goodbye as she turned her back on him and left the library..
---
Ginny pulled herself to her feet and brushed herself off. "Damn it," she muttered. The light and colors of spells being cast flew around her.
"Duck, Weasleyette!" the familiar drawl warned her. Without thinking, she threw herself back down on the dirt ground just as a blue spark flew above her. "You're welcome!" he called arrogantly, firing a spell at a masked Death Eater.
She took only a moment to glare at the cocky blond man. Firing a Stupifying spell at the Death Eater, she moved closed to her ally. "I didn't say thank you," she shouted, firing another spell at her enemy so he went down.
"Manners, Weasleyette, manners," he chided as he walked to her. Both of their enemies were down, so she started to move toward their goal.
"I can't believe I was paired with you," she muttered.
"Next time don't make a fuss about it and you might not," he said, reaching her side. "Potter seemed to want to punish you."
"Ha ha. Harry didn't punish me."
"It seemed like a punishment when you lashed out when you heard the news."
"Shut up, Malfoy and keep moving."
"I mean, I'd think since you and Harry were snogging you would get special treatment, but apparently not."
Ginny ignored him and sped up.
"Oh, I get it. You're not any good at snogging then, are you? I'd think what with all the boyfriends you've had you would be smashing, but I guess experience can't override the natural ability to be bad at everything."
She rolled her eyes, trying not to be annoyed.
"You disappoint me, Weasley. You're not even denying it," he told her as they hid behind a scrub.
"Can you please just shut up? Or did you want to alert the Death Eaters we are here?" Ginny asked irritated.
"They already know. And anyway—"
She cut him off as she pressed her lips to his. She had only meant to use the kiss to shut him up and perhaps prove to him she was actually very good at kissing, but after a moment, he pulled her body to his and cupped her face gently with his hands. Surprised that his hands were slightly callused, she opened her mouth beneath his. His tongue swept into her mouth, deepening the kiss. All she could think about was how good it felt.
He gently pressed her down on the ground, covering her body with his. Instinctively, she pushed him off, breaking the kiss. "What the hell was that?"
"A kiss, Ginny,” he told her in a hushed voice. “You kissed me.”
She cursed, getting to her feet. "Only to shut you up."
He laughed. Ginny noticed it was a sexy laugh – deep and masculine. "We both know that's not the only reason."
"Trust me, it was," she muttered as she deliberately wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Malfoy stared at her for a moment in silence. "Nice try, Weasley," he whispered before he closed the gap between their bodies once again and pressed his lips to hers. It only took her a moment before she wrapped around arms around his body to pull him closer. His hands cupped her face gently again, a gesture he knew she liked. His tongue touched her tentatively at first, but the touches grew bolder as she responded.
She found herself laying on her back on the ground, his body covering hers. She didn't push him away this time, merely continued to kiss him as her hands roamed over his body. Even though his clothes she could feel his strength. He wasn't overly muscular, but it was easy to tell that he had muscles.
His hands moved from their resting place on the sides of her face and moved between their bodies to lift the bottom of her robe. She didn't stop him; she shifted so that the robe was easier to discharge. His hands worked the clasps on her bra easily, pulling it off then pulling down her knickers.
"You want me already," he whispered huskily into her ear before he sat up and pulled his own robe over his head. She was amused to see that he was only wearing boxers underneath. His chest was defined with muscles and she felt her breath catch in her throat as he removed his boxers deftly. Ginny could feel his silver eyes drinking her nude form. She took the time to take her fill of his body as well.
She became restless, wanting to feel him inside her right then. Mangled thoughts ran through her head making it silently scream with confusion. Was he a friend? An enemy? Perhaps even an ally? Was that all he was? Was this just physical or was there something deeper?
No, Ginny thought firmly as she watched him go move between her legs. It's only physical. It's not even attraction; it's all about feeling better right now.
Draco thrust inside her smoothly. He filled her completely and didn't move for a moment. She pushed her hips upward. With a groan, he began to thrust in and out of her. His pace was agonizingly slow at first, making her body scream for release. "Faster," Ginny whispered.
Instantly, his thrusts became faster and harder. Reaching between their bodies, Draco found the bundle of nerves within her and began to rub it in circular motions. Ginny moaned as she pressed her hips upward into his hand and pressed her back on the ground, arching her back slightly as the ecstasy poured through her responding body.
Her release claimed her quickly, the pleasure pounding in every inch of her body. "Oh Draco!" she cried as she spiraled into bliss.
Draco moved his hand from her sensitive spot, and grabbed her hips as he thrust frantically. "Good Merlin, Ginny!" he moaned huskily as she felt him come into her. He collapsed on top of her, putting out his arms to brace the fall. She wrapped her arms around his back and their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and hot by the exertion.
"Don't move," he whispered after a few moments of silence. She made a face, hating the fact he thought he could tell her what to do, but complied and remained still. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling bereft at the empty feeling. Pulling himself to his feet, he offered his hand to her.
"I can move now?" she asked sardonically as she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.
He didn't reply to her sarcastic inquiry and began to gather their clothes. "We need to get dressed," he muttered in a hurried voice.
She grabbed her knickers and bra that he held out to her and snapped, "I know that!"
"Damn it, Ginny. One minute you're moaning beneath me; the next moment you're being a brat," he told her, glaring as he faced her.
Ginny allowed her eyes to drift down over his body, relishing in the manly beauty that was Draco Malfoy. His body was defined with subtle muscles. "It doesn't matter," she brushed aside his concern and tore his eyes away from his body to dress herself quickly.
"Damn it! They see us!" Draco exclaimed angrily, pulling his robe over his head. "Do you have your wand?"
"Of course I have my wand!"
"Good, you'll need it, they’re coming!"
---
Ginny slid into the nearest chair and sighed deeply. "What a day."
"But at least we're alive," Ron said bluntly from his seat a few feet away.
Ginny shrugged. "True," she muttered as she folded her legs and laid her head on her knees.
Someone came up behind her and began to rub her shoulders gently. She closed her eyes as the touch and tried to enjoy the comfort it brought her aching body.
"Better Weasleyette?" Draco Malfoy's voice drawled from behind her when the hands stilled.
Ginny's head shot up and she twisted in her seat, realizing that Malfoy had been the one messaging. His hands were still lying on her shoulders, and she shrugged them off roughly. "Thank you,” she muttered almost inaudibly. She felt her face grow hot.
Dropping his hands, he smirked.
"Go away, Malfoy," Ron said grumpily from the chair. "And don't touch my sister."
"Whatever she wants, Weasel," Malfoy said sitting down in the empty chair next to Ginny's.
"I said to go away," Ron repeated patronizingly.
"I don't have to Weasley. I live here too," Malfoy pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.
"For now at least," Ron muttered standing up. "Ginny, I'm going to my room. Will you tell Hermione please?"
Ginny nodded silently as her brother left. When they were alone, Ginny turned to Malfoy and glared at him. "What the hell was that? Don't touch me ever again."
"You weren't saying that yesterday," Malfoy pointed out.
"That was different," Ginny said glancing away as the memory of their encounter just outside the battlefield flooded through her mind. She shifted uncomfortably as her body responded to the memory with desire and want.
Malfoy smirked sexily at her. "I see you still remember… vividly."
"Shut up," she muttered, her face heating up with embarrassment.
Fingers reached over and gently guided her chin so that he was looking into his silver eyes. "Where was this modesty last night?"
Ginny pulled her face out of his grip and shook her head.
He leaned toward her and whispered suggestively, "Tell me, did you like it?"
"What?" Ginny blurted out, finding her mind unable to focus on his words as his mouth moved. His sexy mouth – that smirks and kisses with experience and drove her mad.
"Did you like it?” After a moment, he smirked and said, “I guess I already have my answer."
He claimed her mouth with his before she could breathe again properly. His hands reached up to cup her face and she opened her mouth under his. His tongue touched hers with brazenly, and she responded in kind. Her hands roamed around his body aimlessly, touching him through his clothes wherever she could reach.
After a long moment of frenzied kissing, Malfoy pulled away. He smirked at her arrogantly as he whispered huskily, "Do you want me again?"
Ginny pulled away from him instinctively and glared at him. "No, of course not. That was… that was a one-time… thing. It will never happen again."
"Your body is telling you differently isn't it?" he whispered, his breath fanning her face. It smelled like coffee.
"No it isn’t. In fact, my body is disgusted with my actions last night if you must know," she lied easily, but he wasn’t deceived.
He laughed. "I don't think I've ever heard that one before."
"What? You’ve never been turned down before? I highly doubt that."
"The brat is coming out again."
Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up. "Leave me alone, Malfoy—"
"Draco, Ginny. My name is Draco."
"Leave me alone, Draco. It will be a hell of a lot easier that way." She turned on her heel and began to walk out.
"What will be easier? Admit it, Ginny, you want me. You want me more than you've ever wanted anyone else," he called after her.
She shook her head, hating the fact he was completely right.
---
Ginny pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging tightly.
“Are you alright, Weasleyette?”
The smooth voice came from behind her, making her jump slightly. She knew the drawl right away, not having to turn around to say, “I’m fine, Malfoy. Just thinking,” in a monotone voice.
There was silence in reply as she heard him walk to the empty seat behind her on the couch and sit down next to her. Ginny looked at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye. His robes concealed what she knew was a nicely built body underneath. His mouth was frowning slightly as he stared straight away. “Lost in thought then? That must be new territory for you,” he commented, a slight edge to his voice telling her he was trying to bother her.
“Are you okay?” she found herself whispering as she ignored the jab.
He shrugged. “I’m as fine as I can be.”
“Considering…” she prompted without thinking.
“Considering we are in the middle of a war, Ginny,” he told her calmly, turning his head to look at her.
She turned her head fully to meet his eye. “I think I figured that,” she said in a voice just as calm as his.
His frown fell away as he smirked at her suddenly.
“What?” she asked blushing under his gaze.
“You have a smart mouth,” he told her, his silver eyes shining with amusement.
“Oh really? I already know that, but I suppose you expect me to thank you for telling me,” Ginny retorted.
“No, I don’t, but you’re welcome.”
She rolled her eyes. Laying her head on her knees, she turned her head to face the other way. The heat on her face told her she was involuntarily blushing and she could feel herself smiling. Something about him, about the way he talked – his drawl, his word choice – made her smile.
“You looked like you were ready to cry before,” his voice told her, sounding concerned.
She shrugged. “I wasn’t.”
“All right.” The shift of weight on the couch indicated that he was getting up.
“You going somewhere, Draco?” she asked, turning her head to face him.
The handsome wizard looked in her eyes for a prolonged moment before shaking his head slowly. “No. No, I’m staying right here.” Gracefully, he sat back down next to her.
She smiled again, but this time she kept her face turned to him. “I’m glad.”
---
Months passed and the death toll rose. Ginny couldn't escape the rancid smell of blood and death that clung to the air on a battlefield or the feeling of sadness that haunted her very life. Draco found reasons to be paired with her; in his eyes she saw that he always planned a repeat of their encounter the first time they worked together. She refused to give in even when her body craved his touch, though she kissed him back with both need and desire she never gave in to anything more.
She closed her eyes as her mother told her the news. "Tonks died. Ambushed."
The first two words crashed into her body as if they were a punch. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. "Okay."
"Okay? That's all? Ginny, she was your friend," Ginny's mum inquired gently. She placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder but she shrugged it off.
"Yes, she was my friend. Mum, I can't mourn her now. I'll mourn her after the war," Ginny said. Her tone was so calm and collected that she could barely believe she had managed it.
"Ginny?"
"I have to go talk to Harry now, Mum." Ginny left her mother saying dumbfounded in the living room alone.
"You're becoming cold," the now very familiar voice told her over her shoulder.
She took a deep breath. "Leave me alone."
"Cold. Callous. Unfeeling," he threw the words at her.
"I'm none of those things," she denied without turning around.
"You’re sure acting like it." A hand grabbed her arm, gently turning her around to face its owner.
"What?" she asked as she avoided his silver eyes.
"If you need to mourn, Ginny, just mourn," he whispered smoothly. Before she could pull away, he had pulled her into the circle of his arms. She leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes, relishing in the warmth of his embrace.
"I can't mourn now. I have to fight now," she whispered willfully.
"Ginny, you don't have to be strong. You're only human," he whispered comfortingly. His hands rubbed circles on her back. Part of his embrace seemed awkward, yet he seemed determined to comfort her.
"I am strong."
"Yes, you are. But that doesn't mean you can't mourn."
"She wouldn't want me to mourn anyway. She loved life. She'd want me to celebrate her life and not mourn her death."
"Tonks… She was my cousin. She would want you to mourn if you had to. She'd want you to get past her death, her absence in your life."
"Do you think so?"
"Ginny, I know that."
The tears that had been burning in her eyes pushed through her eyelids and slid down her cheek unchecked.
"There, Ginny, just cry," Draco whispered, kissing her neck.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him as close as she could get him. After her sobs subsided, she pulled away from him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she whispered, "Thank you. I feel better now."
Draco reached out and wiped a tear away from her cheek with his finger. "I hope so. But remember, Ginny, you can be strong – you can fight – and still mourn your lost loved ones."
"Is that what you tell yourself?" she whispered, drowning in the sincerity in his eyes.
"No."
"Then what do you tell yourself?"
"I don't have to mourn. I don't think I've ever really loved before now."
"Before now?"
His beautiful mouth curved into a rare and genuine smile. "Yes, before now."
She waited on bated breath as he closed the distance between their mouths and claimed her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he brought his hands up. One of his strong hands cupped the side of her face, and the other tangled itself in her hair.
His tongue slid inside her mouth. She moaned in his mouth and he pulled away.
“No,” she whispered her disappointment as she leaned back up to try to kiss him again.
“Ginny?” he whispered, his breath fanning her face.
“Yes, Draco?”
“Shall we try doing it again without the battle going on around us?”
Ginny felt confused for a moment then it dawned her on what exactly they had done during their time hidden in the bushes during a battle months before. It hadn’t been just about sex. It was more than that. “Yes. Yes, we should. And I’m sure it will be—“
“Better? I’m not sure it can be better,” he whispered huskily, making her blush.
Leaning up again, she pressed her mouth to his. He pulled away before the kiss intensified. “My room or yours?”
“Mine has a bigger bed,” she said with a grin as she grabbed his hand and began to pull him up the stairs.
Words: circa 3000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ginny
Warnings: sex, mentions of character deaths
Author's Notes: Beta'd by
jandjsalmon. Written for the dgficexchage like two years ago...Summary: Ginny and Draco's relationship are not always physical, but sometimes that's all it is.
"You're actually allowing him to go?" Ginny Weasley said, outraged.
Fred Weasley nodded in angry agreement. "Harry, be serious!"
"I am," Harry Potter said calmly from the other side of the room. "He knows how the Death Eaters work. Snape and Malfoy will be a good attribute to the team."
"Until they start trying to kill us!" Ginny practically screamed.
"Calm down, Weasleyette," the object of their discussion, Draco Malfoy, drawled from a few feet away.
She turned to glare at him. "You can't come."
"Potter says I can," he pointed out casually.
"And do you always listen to Harry?" Ginny retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned back to Harry before Malfoy could reply. "He was the one who made Hogwarts unsafe, remember?"
Harry sighed with frustration. "Of course I remember! I was in the Astronomy tower that night!"
Ginny frowned. "Then why?"
"Because Malfoy has him in his back pocket," George Weasley chimed rudely.
Harry shook his head. "You know he doesn't, George," he denied. "It's just the only thing that makes sense."
"What would make sense is if he and Snape were locked up already!" Fred yelled, slamming his palms on the table in anger.
Malfoy's chuckle caught Ginny off guard. She turned to him just as he said, "You Weasley have tempers that are in as bad taste as your robes."
"Shut up, Malfoy. No one was talking to you," Ron Weasley snapped from his seat beside the silent Hermione.
"Ron, Hermione, what do you two think?" Ginny inquired, hoping they would all outnumber Harry.
Hermione shrugged. "Harry makes sense. Malfoy and Snape are both excellent wizards and they could really help us."
"What?" Fred blurted out.
"You can't be serious, Hermione," George protested, staring at their friend in disbelief.
"George, I don't like it either, but it's the truth. We all know it is," Hermione persisted.
Ron nodded, though it was obvious he didn’t want to "I agree with Hermione and Harry."
"Of course you would!" Ginny exclaimed before she could stop herself.
"What does that mean?" her brother asked.
"It's just… you always take their side," Ginny said, frowning.
"I do not. Don't start, Ginny," Ron said sighing. "Just don't start an argument. Not now at least."
Ginny shrugged.
"Do I detect sibling rivalry? Or jealousy perhaps?" Malfoy interjected his voice thick with sarcasm.
"Ha ha," Ron said humorlessly as he glared at his former classmate.
"See? He'll only cause trouble," Ginny pointed out quickly, jabbing her finger at Malfoy.
"He could help us," Harry repeated.
"Fine!" Fred said, standing up. "Do what you want. I just know with him there I'll have one more enemy to watch."
"Me too," George agreed, following his twin out of the room.
"They'll still come with us. They might not like it, but they know we're right," Hermione said, staring at the retreating backs.
Ginny glared at Hermione. "No, they know you're wrong but they also know you're all three too damn stubborn to see that!"
"Ginny, please, calm down. We aren't wrong. Malfoy has…" Harry faltered, glancing at the blond wizard wearily. "Malfoy has proven himself," he finished softly.
Ginny laughed without humor. "He has? When? I must have missed that!"
"Ginny!" Ron exhaled. He was sick of chastening her, but she just wouldn’t listen any other way.
"What?" she snapped, shooting Ron a dirty look.
"You don't have to be rude about it," Ron answered with a frown.
"I'm not."
"Both of you," Hermione cut in, "stop acting like children. We need to discuss different strategy now that Malfoy and Snape will be accompanying us."
"It took you all long enough to decide," Snape finally chimed in. Ginny turned and glared at her old professor. She had to admit that he had proven himself. The Pensieve full of his memories, uncut and unchanged, was proof that Dumbledore had ordered Snape he had to kill him rather than let Malfoy do it. He had tried to get Dumbledore to remove the Unbreakable Vow, but Dumbledore had refused and his death had been the repercussion.
"He can come, but does Malfoy really have to be there?" Ginny argued again.
"Oh Merlin!" Malfoy said loudly. Ginny saw him lean against the wall easily out of the corner of her eye.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Ginny whispered acidly.
"Yes, he's coming. That's the end of discussion," Harry said, glaring at Ginny. "No more arguing, you hear?"
She nodded unhappily.
"Now, on to strategy," Hermione said purposely.
Giving one last look of disgust around the room, Ginny shook her head. "I'm going to join Fred and George," she called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
"Ginny!" Harry called, but she didn't even turn around.
---
"What are you doing, Weasleyette?" Malfoy's familiar voice asked from behind her.
Ginny jumped, dropping the magazine she had been reading. "Go away, Malfoy," she said softly as she picked back up her magazine.
"Witch Weekly? You mean you really read that trash?" Malfoy drawled with distain as he moved next to her.
"I do. So? What do you read? Death Eater Weekly?" Ginny retorted. The words on the page were unfocused and blurred as she waited for his reply rather than read.
Malfoy sighed. "That wasn't a very good comeback." He sounded slightly disappointed.
She moved her magazine down so she could see over the top of it. "What do you want?"
"Merely to talk," Malfoy said casually, leaning back against the sofa they were on. “There are times you have…interesting things to say. Of course there’s the fact that you are the only person here in this godforsaken place that comes close to me in intelligent or wit.”
"I don't want to talk to you. Hell, I don't even like you," Ginny said putting the magazine back in front of her face, blocking his.
"Come now, Weasleyette. You certainly like insulting me and acting as though I'm not in the room."
"If only you weren't in the room, Malfoy, it would be so much easier to act like you're not."
"You should feel lucky to be in my esteemed presence," he told her smugly.
"Esteemed by whom? The Death Eaters?"
He chucked. "No. No, they hate me. But you – you should admire me."
It was Ginny's turn to laugh. "Admire you? Admire your skill for lying and treachery?"
"And for many other things," Malfoy added with a smirk.
Rolling her eyes, Ginny turned back to the article on cauldrons.
"Do you miss Hogwarts?" he asked after a quiet moment.
"What did you say?" Ginny glanced at him over the top of the page with a bemused expression.
"Do you miss Hogwarts?" he repeated.
"Yes," Ginny nodded, whispering.
"So do I."
"What? Why do you?"
"It was my school, too, Ginny. It was my home too, and for a year longer than it was yours, " Malfoy pointed out.
"True, but I still find it hard to believe you miss school," Ginny said, setting down her magazine turning to him completely.
"It's not school I miss. It's my friends. Or my so-called friends I guess I should say," he said with a frown.
"Your friends?"
"Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson. Though I suppose none of them would have anything to do with me if they could see me now."
"Oh?"
"Talking to a Gryffindor, and a Weasley at that, would be shameful," he explained with a straight face.
"What?" Ginny glared at him, her temper flaring. "Talking with a Malfoy is shameful to me and my family!"
Malfoy frowned and shook his head. "That's a horrible comeback! What’s happened to the fiery comebacks you normally have?"
Ginny shrugged, standing up. "Sorry I must be out. I’ve been using them so often now since you got here. You'd think it would be easy… coming up with insults about you, but I find myself repeating them."
"That's just your Weasley genetics catching up with you."
"Well, I'd be afraid if I had Malfoy genetics to catch up with me. That's terrifying to even think about." Ginny faked a shudder.
Malfoy smirked at her. It might have been the light, or just a fluke, but at the moment, smirking at her, Draco Malfoy looked sexy. His smirk was cocky, but he wore it well. Giving him a small glance, she admitted to herself that he had a reason to be cocky. He wasn't an ugly man in the least. He was a bit pale, but not overly so. His white blond hair complemented his skin tone well and was also combed perfectly. His grey eyes held secrets in their depths.
Ginny cleared her throat and shook her head to clear it. "Well, I'll just be going somewhere you can't bother me," Ginny said by way of goodbye as she turned her back on him and left the library..
---
Ginny pulled herself to her feet and brushed herself off. "Damn it," she muttered. The light and colors of spells being cast flew around her.
"Duck, Weasleyette!" the familiar drawl warned her. Without thinking, she threw herself back down on the dirt ground just as a blue spark flew above her. "You're welcome!" he called arrogantly, firing a spell at a masked Death Eater.
She took only a moment to glare at the cocky blond man. Firing a Stupifying spell at the Death Eater, she moved closed to her ally. "I didn't say thank you," she shouted, firing another spell at her enemy so he went down.
"Manners, Weasleyette, manners," he chided as he walked to her. Both of their enemies were down, so she started to move toward their goal.
"I can't believe I was paired with you," she muttered.
"Next time don't make a fuss about it and you might not," he said, reaching her side. "Potter seemed to want to punish you."
"Ha ha. Harry didn't punish me."
"It seemed like a punishment when you lashed out when you heard the news."
"Shut up, Malfoy and keep moving."
"I mean, I'd think since you and Harry were snogging you would get special treatment, but apparently not."
Ginny ignored him and sped up.
"Oh, I get it. You're not any good at snogging then, are you? I'd think what with all the boyfriends you've had you would be smashing, but I guess experience can't override the natural ability to be bad at everything."
She rolled her eyes, trying not to be annoyed.
"You disappoint me, Weasley. You're not even denying it," he told her as they hid behind a scrub.
"Can you please just shut up? Or did you want to alert the Death Eaters we are here?" Ginny asked irritated.
"They already know. And anyway—"
She cut him off as she pressed her lips to his. She had only meant to use the kiss to shut him up and perhaps prove to him she was actually very good at kissing, but after a moment, he pulled her body to his and cupped her face gently with his hands. Surprised that his hands were slightly callused, she opened her mouth beneath his. His tongue swept into her mouth, deepening the kiss. All she could think about was how good it felt.
He gently pressed her down on the ground, covering her body with his. Instinctively, she pushed him off, breaking the kiss. "What the hell was that?"
"A kiss, Ginny,” he told her in a hushed voice. “You kissed me.”
She cursed, getting to her feet. "Only to shut you up."
He laughed. Ginny noticed it was a sexy laugh – deep and masculine. "We both know that's not the only reason."
"Trust me, it was," she muttered as she deliberately wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Malfoy stared at her for a moment in silence. "Nice try, Weasley," he whispered before he closed the gap between their bodies once again and pressed his lips to hers. It only took her a moment before she wrapped around arms around his body to pull him closer. His hands cupped her face gently again, a gesture he knew she liked. His tongue touched her tentatively at first, but the touches grew bolder as she responded.
She found herself laying on her back on the ground, his body covering hers. She didn't push him away this time, merely continued to kiss him as her hands roamed over his body. Even though his clothes she could feel his strength. He wasn't overly muscular, but it was easy to tell that he had muscles.
His hands moved from their resting place on the sides of her face and moved between their bodies to lift the bottom of her robe. She didn't stop him; she shifted so that the robe was easier to discharge. His hands worked the clasps on her bra easily, pulling it off then pulling down her knickers.
"You want me already," he whispered huskily into her ear before he sat up and pulled his own robe over his head. She was amused to see that he was only wearing boxers underneath. His chest was defined with muscles and she felt her breath catch in her throat as he removed his boxers deftly. Ginny could feel his silver eyes drinking her nude form. She took the time to take her fill of his body as well.
She became restless, wanting to feel him inside her right then. Mangled thoughts ran through her head making it silently scream with confusion. Was he a friend? An enemy? Perhaps even an ally? Was that all he was? Was this just physical or was there something deeper?
No, Ginny thought firmly as she watched him go move between her legs. It's only physical. It's not even attraction; it's all about feeling better right now.
Draco thrust inside her smoothly. He filled her completely and didn't move for a moment. She pushed her hips upward. With a groan, he began to thrust in and out of her. His pace was agonizingly slow at first, making her body scream for release. "Faster," Ginny whispered.
Instantly, his thrusts became faster and harder. Reaching between their bodies, Draco found the bundle of nerves within her and began to rub it in circular motions. Ginny moaned as she pressed her hips upward into his hand and pressed her back on the ground, arching her back slightly as the ecstasy poured through her responding body.
Her release claimed her quickly, the pleasure pounding in every inch of her body. "Oh Draco!" she cried as she spiraled into bliss.
Draco moved his hand from her sensitive spot, and grabbed her hips as he thrust frantically. "Good Merlin, Ginny!" he moaned huskily as she felt him come into her. He collapsed on top of her, putting out his arms to brace the fall. She wrapped her arms around his back and their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and hot by the exertion.
"Don't move," he whispered after a few moments of silence. She made a face, hating the fact he thought he could tell her what to do, but complied and remained still. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling bereft at the empty feeling. Pulling himself to his feet, he offered his hand to her.
"I can move now?" she asked sardonically as she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.
He didn't reply to her sarcastic inquiry and began to gather their clothes. "We need to get dressed," he muttered in a hurried voice.
She grabbed her knickers and bra that he held out to her and snapped, "I know that!"
"Damn it, Ginny. One minute you're moaning beneath me; the next moment you're being a brat," he told her, glaring as he faced her.
Ginny allowed her eyes to drift down over his body, relishing in the manly beauty that was Draco Malfoy. His body was defined with subtle muscles. "It doesn't matter," she brushed aside his concern and tore his eyes away from his body to dress herself quickly.
"Damn it! They see us!" Draco exclaimed angrily, pulling his robe over his head. "Do you have your wand?"
"Of course I have my wand!"
"Good, you'll need it, they’re coming!"
---
Ginny slid into the nearest chair and sighed deeply. "What a day."
"But at least we're alive," Ron said bluntly from his seat a few feet away.
Ginny shrugged. "True," she muttered as she folded her legs and laid her head on her knees.
Someone came up behind her and began to rub her shoulders gently. She closed her eyes as the touch and tried to enjoy the comfort it brought her aching body.
"Better Weasleyette?" Draco Malfoy's voice drawled from behind her when the hands stilled.
Ginny's head shot up and she twisted in her seat, realizing that Malfoy had been the one messaging. His hands were still lying on her shoulders, and she shrugged them off roughly. "Thank you,” she muttered almost inaudibly. She felt her face grow hot.
Dropping his hands, he smirked.
"Go away, Malfoy," Ron said grumpily from the chair. "And don't touch my sister."
"Whatever she wants, Weasel," Malfoy said sitting down in the empty chair next to Ginny's.
"I said to go away," Ron repeated patronizingly.
"I don't have to Weasley. I live here too," Malfoy pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.
"For now at least," Ron muttered standing up. "Ginny, I'm going to my room. Will you tell Hermione please?"
Ginny nodded silently as her brother left. When they were alone, Ginny turned to Malfoy and glared at him. "What the hell was that? Don't touch me ever again."
"You weren't saying that yesterday," Malfoy pointed out.
"That was different," Ginny said glancing away as the memory of their encounter just outside the battlefield flooded through her mind. She shifted uncomfortably as her body responded to the memory with desire and want.
Malfoy smirked sexily at her. "I see you still remember… vividly."
"Shut up," she muttered, her face heating up with embarrassment.
Fingers reached over and gently guided her chin so that he was looking into his silver eyes. "Where was this modesty last night?"
Ginny pulled her face out of his grip and shook her head.
He leaned toward her and whispered suggestively, "Tell me, did you like it?"
"What?" Ginny blurted out, finding her mind unable to focus on his words as his mouth moved. His sexy mouth – that smirks and kisses with experience and drove her mad.
"Did you like it?” After a moment, he smirked and said, “I guess I already have my answer."
He claimed her mouth with his before she could breathe again properly. His hands reached up to cup her face and she opened her mouth under his. His tongue touched hers with brazenly, and she responded in kind. Her hands roamed around his body aimlessly, touching him through his clothes wherever she could reach.
After a long moment of frenzied kissing, Malfoy pulled away. He smirked at her arrogantly as he whispered huskily, "Do you want me again?"
Ginny pulled away from him instinctively and glared at him. "No, of course not. That was… that was a one-time… thing. It will never happen again."
"Your body is telling you differently isn't it?" he whispered, his breath fanning her face. It smelled like coffee.
"No it isn’t. In fact, my body is disgusted with my actions last night if you must know," she lied easily, but he wasn’t deceived.
He laughed. "I don't think I've ever heard that one before."
"What? You’ve never been turned down before? I highly doubt that."
"The brat is coming out again."
Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up. "Leave me alone, Malfoy—"
"Draco, Ginny. My name is Draco."
"Leave me alone, Draco. It will be a hell of a lot easier that way." She turned on her heel and began to walk out.
"What will be easier? Admit it, Ginny, you want me. You want me more than you've ever wanted anyone else," he called after her.
She shook her head, hating the fact he was completely right.
---
Ginny pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging tightly.
“Are you alright, Weasleyette?”
The smooth voice came from behind her, making her jump slightly. She knew the drawl right away, not having to turn around to say, “I’m fine, Malfoy. Just thinking,” in a monotone voice.
There was silence in reply as she heard him walk to the empty seat behind her on the couch and sit down next to her. Ginny looked at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye. His robes concealed what she knew was a nicely built body underneath. His mouth was frowning slightly as he stared straight away. “Lost in thought then? That must be new territory for you,” he commented, a slight edge to his voice telling her he was trying to bother her.
“Are you okay?” she found herself whispering as she ignored the jab.
He shrugged. “I’m as fine as I can be.”
“Considering…” she prompted without thinking.
“Considering we are in the middle of a war, Ginny,” he told her calmly, turning his head to look at her.
She turned her head fully to meet his eye. “I think I figured that,” she said in a voice just as calm as his.
His frown fell away as he smirked at her suddenly.
“What?” she asked blushing under his gaze.
“You have a smart mouth,” he told her, his silver eyes shining with amusement.
“Oh really? I already know that, but I suppose you expect me to thank you for telling me,” Ginny retorted.
“No, I don’t, but you’re welcome.”
She rolled her eyes. Laying her head on her knees, she turned her head to face the other way. The heat on her face told her she was involuntarily blushing and she could feel herself smiling. Something about him, about the way he talked – his drawl, his word choice – made her smile.
“You looked like you were ready to cry before,” his voice told her, sounding concerned.
She shrugged. “I wasn’t.”
“All right.” The shift of weight on the couch indicated that he was getting up.
“You going somewhere, Draco?” she asked, turning her head to face him.
The handsome wizard looked in her eyes for a prolonged moment before shaking his head slowly. “No. No, I’m staying right here.” Gracefully, he sat back down next to her.
She smiled again, but this time she kept her face turned to him. “I’m glad.”
---
Months passed and the death toll rose. Ginny couldn't escape the rancid smell of blood and death that clung to the air on a battlefield or the feeling of sadness that haunted her very life. Draco found reasons to be paired with her; in his eyes she saw that he always planned a repeat of their encounter the first time they worked together. She refused to give in even when her body craved his touch, though she kissed him back with both need and desire she never gave in to anything more.
She closed her eyes as her mother told her the news. "Tonks died. Ambushed."
The first two words crashed into her body as if they were a punch. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. "Okay."
"Okay? That's all? Ginny, she was your friend," Ginny's mum inquired gently. She placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder but she shrugged it off.
"Yes, she was my friend. Mum, I can't mourn her now. I'll mourn her after the war," Ginny said. Her tone was so calm and collected that she could barely believe she had managed it.
"Ginny?"
"I have to go talk to Harry now, Mum." Ginny left her mother saying dumbfounded in the living room alone.
"You're becoming cold," the now very familiar voice told her over her shoulder.
She took a deep breath. "Leave me alone."
"Cold. Callous. Unfeeling," he threw the words at her.
"I'm none of those things," she denied without turning around.
"You’re sure acting like it." A hand grabbed her arm, gently turning her around to face its owner.
"What?" she asked as she avoided his silver eyes.
"If you need to mourn, Ginny, just mourn," he whispered smoothly. Before she could pull away, he had pulled her into the circle of his arms. She leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes, relishing in the warmth of his embrace.
"I can't mourn now. I have to fight now," she whispered willfully.
"Ginny, you don't have to be strong. You're only human," he whispered comfortingly. His hands rubbed circles on her back. Part of his embrace seemed awkward, yet he seemed determined to comfort her.
"I am strong."
"Yes, you are. But that doesn't mean you can't mourn."
"She wouldn't want me to mourn anyway. She loved life. She'd want me to celebrate her life and not mourn her death."
"Tonks… She was my cousin. She would want you to mourn if you had to. She'd want you to get past her death, her absence in your life."
"Do you think so?"
"Ginny, I know that."
The tears that had been burning in her eyes pushed through her eyelids and slid down her cheek unchecked.
"There, Ginny, just cry," Draco whispered, kissing her neck.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him as close as she could get him. After her sobs subsided, she pulled away from him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she whispered, "Thank you. I feel better now."
Draco reached out and wiped a tear away from her cheek with his finger. "I hope so. But remember, Ginny, you can be strong – you can fight – and still mourn your lost loved ones."
"Is that what you tell yourself?" she whispered, drowning in the sincerity in his eyes.
"No."
"Then what do you tell yourself?"
"I don't have to mourn. I don't think I've ever really loved before now."
"Before now?"
His beautiful mouth curved into a rare and genuine smile. "Yes, before now."
She waited on bated breath as he closed the distance between their mouths and claimed her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he brought his hands up. One of his strong hands cupped the side of her face, and the other tangled itself in her hair.
His tongue slid inside her mouth. She moaned in his mouth and he pulled away.
“No,” she whispered her disappointment as she leaned back up to try to kiss him again.
“Ginny?” he whispered, his breath fanning her face.
“Yes, Draco?”
“Shall we try doing it again without the battle going on around us?”
Ginny felt confused for a moment then it dawned her on what exactly they had done during their time hidden in the bushes during a battle months before. It hadn’t been just about sex. It was more than that. “Yes. Yes, we should. And I’m sure it will be—“
“Better? I’m not sure it can be better,” he whispered huskily, making her blush.
Leaning up again, she pressed her mouth to his. He pulled away before the kiss intensified. “My room or yours?”
“Mine has a bigger bed,” she said with a grin as she grabbed his hand and began to pull him up the stairs.
