1 one-shot: Draco/Ginny
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amorphousTitle: Rendezvous
Word Count: 1900 and then some
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Draco/Ginny
Warning: sex, sex, sex
Author's Notes: Well I suck. It's late, but it's here! This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jandjsalmon's birthday! I hope she likes it (and will beta it for me after she reads it. Haha.)! Also the name sucks badly. I couldn't think of a good one. I love you, Jess!
Ginny Weasley knocked on the door; glancing around herself as if afraid someone would see her. She hated it when she did that, but she always did.
Wizzle the house elf answered the door, his face as unreadable as always. "Miss Weasley, come in." Opening the door wider, he moved back so she could step into the foyer. "Master Malfoy is in his study, shall I get him for you?"
She nodded. "Yes please."
The small house elf scurried away. She had been in the Malfoy Manor several times before, but looking around she could hardly believe how elegant it was. High ceilings, a spiral staircase, and a chandelier made the house seem so large. Draco had told her they had remodeled it after the Death Eaters finally deserted it when Voldemort was killed. "Mother and I can't stand looking at the same place they had once occupied," he had explained with a scowl. Sometimes she wondered if it was all Death Eaters he despised, or just his father who was now locked away in Azakaban. Draco had put in there, giving evidence and testimony of his father's betrayal. He and his mother had just been pawns in his father's Death Eater's games.
"Ginny!" Draco greeted her as he came walking down the long hallway.
"Hello Draco," she replied, her mouth curving into a smile at the sight of him. He was wearing black robes, his slightly too long blond hair swept back from his face.
He strode right up to her and pulled her into his arms. She pressed herself against him, wanting to be as close as she could. Claiming her mouth with his, he kissed her until she was breathless.
Pulling back, he asked, "Should I even ask what brings you here?"
She shook her head, smiling coyly at him. "You know full well why I'm here."
He smirked at her knowingly. "Of course I do." Grabbing her hand he began to lead her up the staircase. "Mother is out."
"Good."
"Wizzle knows better than to disturb us, but he will tell us if she arrives during your visit."
She felt no need to reply; he knew she was grateful for his precautions. They walked the familiar corridor to his bedroom. Once they had shut the door behind them, he pulled her back into his arms. His mouth lingered near hers, teasing her. His breath felt warm on her face, smelling of the butterbeer he had drunk before she got there.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him lightly before pulling back. He smirked at her. "No time to waste," she said, pulling him back to claim his mouth with hers.
At first the kiss was gentle, but quickly deepened when his tongue began to probe for entrance and she opened her mouth under his. His tongue seemed to take possession of her mouth as it explored every inch as his soft lips slanted over hers again and again. Her hands roamed over his body freely, enjoying the feel of him even through the robes. His hands slid up the back of her shirt, sending shivers down her spine.
His fingers quickly found the clasps of her bra and deftly undid it underneath her shirt. Moving his hands between their bodies, never breaking the connection of their kiss, he undid the buttons of her jeans. Her body began to pulsate with desire. She wanted him badly, and he knew it.
Her only solace to her complete lack of control was that he obviously wanted her too. She felt him press against her stomach. Reaching up, he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply for a moment before pulling back. She smiled at him, knowing her lips were swollen from the kisses and seeing that passion had darkened his normally silver eyes into a dark grey. She looked the look of rare desire in his gaze. It made her feel beautiful and wanted.
As he always did before things got too far, he looked into her eyes and asked very clearly, "Are you sure about this?"
She laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bed. "As a matter of fact, I am!" She yanked off her shirt and let her bra fall to the ground as if to emphasize her answer. Standing there topless with her pants undone, she wanted for him to make a move – any move – but instead he just stared at her, practically gawking at her.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, barely audible, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.
"So are you," she whispered as she felt herself blush, leaning up and kissed him softly on the lips. Fiercely, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. She felt him again making her desire well up inside her. Yes, she wanted him more than she could tell him.
Leaning down, he gently flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, she almost moaned aloud, but stopped herself. He took over the red bud into his mouth and began to suck it, sending waves of delight through her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, thankful that it was slightly too long. It felt soft in her hands while his mouth felt hot against her burning flesh.
Looking back up, he smirked her arrogantly knowing that her body was responding to him. That it had been since the moment she saw him. She dropped her hands, slowly sliding them over his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his wrists where she wrapped her fingers around, slowing removing his hands from where they rested on her hips. Released from his arms, she stepped back, then knelt down in front of him.
He looked down at her expectantly. Lifting the bottom of his robes, she pulled them upwards, rising with them until she was in standing position again. She could see he was slightly disappointed and she just grinned at him. He raised his arms, letting her have the honors of disrobing him. She was slightly surprised to see he only had boxers on underneath; not that it was unusual for one to wear nothing but undergarments under wizard robes, but he normally wore pants and a shirt. "You were expecting me?" she found herself teasing.
He chuckled. "Hoping is more like it."
She ran her fingers down the middle of his chest through all the way down to the top of his underwear. He sucked in a breath. She could see his desire straining against the fabric. Deciding against teasing him, she pulled his boxers down and exposed his manhood. Timidly, she flicked the tip of his erection with her tongue; he moaned. Feeling encouraged, she did it again, gaining another moan. Slowly she took the length of him into her mouth; he was panting above her, threading his fingers in her hair.
"God," he groaned.
He tasted slightly salty with sweat as she sucked.
Suddenly, he reached down and tried to pull her to her feet. "Stop, please," he said in a strained voice, practically pleading.
"Why? Don't you like it?" she teased as she grinned up at him, proud of herself.
He laughed tensely, not answering. She stood up and stared at him, waiting for him to do something. She knew he liked to have some control even if he liked her to be more adventurous than he acted. "Well?"
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back into an embrace, kissing her deeply. Their naked bodies pressed together, and his still erect manhood pressed against her stomach. Pulling away and looking to his grey eyes she whispered, "Please. Now."
He didn't need anymore; he gently guided her backward onto the bed as he kissed her. She felt her legs hit the bed and broke the kiss finally by dropping down to sit on the bed. He looked down at her in the same awestruck way that he had when he had first seen her breasts that night – unbridled desire in his eyes.
"Please," she repeated again, laying herself on the bed. She spread her legs without be prompted, wanting to feel him inside her. She ached with need. He followed her onto the bed, settling himself in between her legs.
Slowly, he started at her mid-thigh and wetly kissed a trail to her wetness. She groaned, unable to help herself. The moment his tongue touched her bundle of nerves, she nearly leapt off the bed. No matter how many times they did this, she still couldn't get over the way his tongue lavished her sensitive spot with sweet torture with such ease.
She gripped the mattress, trying to hold off her climax as the pleasure swam through her. Reaching its peak, the ecstasy exploded. She screamed his name as her body shook beneath him.
Once she had her release, he moved and repositioned himself, lifting her thighs upward slightly.
"Ready?"
She could barely register that he had even said anything. Silently, still winding down from her climax, she nodded. He thrust inside her, moaning as he did so.
"You're so… wet…" he gasped above her. She felt like laughing suddenly at his comment about the obvious, but he moved within her and she was unable to do anything but bring her hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
Her body began spinning with pleasure again; she had barely recovered form her first orgasm. Closing her eyes, she allowed her body to spiral out of control again with ecstasy. This time she merely moaned his name rather than screaming it; her voice lost to her now.
He thrust into her two more times before she felt him stiffen above her, cry out her name, and collapse on top of her. Ever the gentlemen, he brought his hands out to catch himself. Wrapping her arms around his back, she held him to her, not wanting to let go.
After a few moments, Draco gently rolled over onto his back, not saying a word still. "How's Harry?" the scathing question came out of nowhere, making a small bit of guilt creep into her heart.
"I wouldn't know," she answered back, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "I'm with you. Not with him."
He didn't reply, but he allowed her to hold his limp hand. She squeezed it, wanting a reply.
"Her family thinks you are."
"That's their misconception. If only you'd let me tell someone—"
He cut her off gently. "Ginny, you know it won't go over well." Rolling onto his side he looked at her. In her quiet, he brought her hand up to his lips. "Don't be upset."
She stiffened. "I'm not," she lied, yanking her hand from his.
He chuckled. "Yes you are. But I can't expect anything else."
Her frustration faded, she looked at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"You're too willful, too passionate for me to think you'd just keep this a secret."
"What is 'this'?"
"You and I. Our relationship. Our affair."
She laughed without humor. "This is not an affair to me. If it is to you, then I think 'this' should end!" She let the anger through her tone.
"It's not an affair to me, Ginny. I love you."
She smiled, feeling reassured despite everything. Curling up close to him, she whispered, "I love you, too."
Word Count: 1900 and then some
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Draco/Ginny
Warning: sex, sex, sex
Author's Notes: Well I suck. It's late, but it's here! This is for
jandjsalmon's birthday! I hope she likes it (and will beta it for me after she reads it. Haha.)! Also the name sucks badly. I couldn't think of a good one. I love you, Jess!Ginny Weasley knocked on the door; glancing around herself as if afraid someone would see her. She hated it when she did that, but she always did.
Wizzle the house elf answered the door, his face as unreadable as always. "Miss Weasley, come in." Opening the door wider, he moved back so she could step into the foyer. "Master Malfoy is in his study, shall I get him for you?"
She nodded. "Yes please."
The small house elf scurried away. She had been in the Malfoy Manor several times before, but looking around she could hardly believe how elegant it was. High ceilings, a spiral staircase, and a chandelier made the house seem so large. Draco had told her they had remodeled it after the Death Eaters finally deserted it when Voldemort was killed. "Mother and I can't stand looking at the same place they had once occupied," he had explained with a scowl. Sometimes she wondered if it was all Death Eaters he despised, or just his father who was now locked away in Azakaban. Draco had put in there, giving evidence and testimony of his father's betrayal. He and his mother had just been pawns in his father's Death Eater's games.
"Ginny!" Draco greeted her as he came walking down the long hallway.
"Hello Draco," she replied, her mouth curving into a smile at the sight of him. He was wearing black robes, his slightly too long blond hair swept back from his face.
He strode right up to her and pulled her into his arms. She pressed herself against him, wanting to be as close as she could. Claiming her mouth with his, he kissed her until she was breathless.
Pulling back, he asked, "Should I even ask what brings you here?"
She shook her head, smiling coyly at him. "You know full well why I'm here."
He smirked at her knowingly. "Of course I do." Grabbing her hand he began to lead her up the staircase. "Mother is out."
"Good."
"Wizzle knows better than to disturb us, but he will tell us if she arrives during your visit."
She felt no need to reply; he knew she was grateful for his precautions. They walked the familiar corridor to his bedroom. Once they had shut the door behind them, he pulled her back into his arms. His mouth lingered near hers, teasing her. His breath felt warm on her face, smelling of the butterbeer he had drunk before she got there.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him lightly before pulling back. He smirked at her. "No time to waste," she said, pulling him back to claim his mouth with hers.
At first the kiss was gentle, but quickly deepened when his tongue began to probe for entrance and she opened her mouth under his. His tongue seemed to take possession of her mouth as it explored every inch as his soft lips slanted over hers again and again. Her hands roamed over his body freely, enjoying the feel of him even through the robes. His hands slid up the back of her shirt, sending shivers down her spine.
His fingers quickly found the clasps of her bra and deftly undid it underneath her shirt. Moving his hands between their bodies, never breaking the connection of their kiss, he undid the buttons of her jeans. Her body began to pulsate with desire. She wanted him badly, and he knew it.
Her only solace to her complete lack of control was that he obviously wanted her too. She felt him press against her stomach. Reaching up, he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply for a moment before pulling back. She smiled at him, knowing her lips were swollen from the kisses and seeing that passion had darkened his normally silver eyes into a dark grey. She looked the look of rare desire in his gaze. It made her feel beautiful and wanted.
As he always did before things got too far, he looked into her eyes and asked very clearly, "Are you sure about this?"
She laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bed. "As a matter of fact, I am!" She yanked off her shirt and let her bra fall to the ground as if to emphasize her answer. Standing there topless with her pants undone, she wanted for him to make a move – any move – but instead he just stared at her, practically gawking at her.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, barely audible, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.
"So are you," she whispered as she felt herself blush, leaning up and kissed him softly on the lips. Fiercely, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. She felt him again making her desire well up inside her. Yes, she wanted him more than she could tell him.
Leaning down, he gently flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, she almost moaned aloud, but stopped herself. He took over the red bud into his mouth and began to suck it, sending waves of delight through her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, thankful that it was slightly too long. It felt soft in her hands while his mouth felt hot against her burning flesh.
Looking back up, he smirked her arrogantly knowing that her body was responding to him. That it had been since the moment she saw him. She dropped her hands, slowly sliding them over his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his wrists where she wrapped her fingers around, slowing removing his hands from where they rested on her hips. Released from his arms, she stepped back, then knelt down in front of him.
He looked down at her expectantly. Lifting the bottom of his robes, she pulled them upwards, rising with them until she was in standing position again. She could see he was slightly disappointed and she just grinned at him. He raised his arms, letting her have the honors of disrobing him. She was slightly surprised to see he only had boxers on underneath; not that it was unusual for one to wear nothing but undergarments under wizard robes, but he normally wore pants and a shirt. "You were expecting me?" she found herself teasing.
He chuckled. "Hoping is more like it."
She ran her fingers down the middle of his chest through all the way down to the top of his underwear. He sucked in a breath. She could see his desire straining against the fabric. Deciding against teasing him, she pulled his boxers down and exposed his manhood. Timidly, she flicked the tip of his erection with her tongue; he moaned. Feeling encouraged, she did it again, gaining another moan. Slowly she took the length of him into her mouth; he was panting above her, threading his fingers in her hair.
"God," he groaned.
He tasted slightly salty with sweat as she sucked.
Suddenly, he reached down and tried to pull her to her feet. "Stop, please," he said in a strained voice, practically pleading.
"Why? Don't you like it?" she teased as she grinned up at him, proud of herself.
He laughed tensely, not answering. She stood up and stared at him, waiting for him to do something. She knew he liked to have some control even if he liked her to be more adventurous than he acted. "Well?"
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back into an embrace, kissing her deeply. Their naked bodies pressed together, and his still erect manhood pressed against her stomach. Pulling away and looking to his grey eyes she whispered, "Please. Now."
He didn't need anymore; he gently guided her backward onto the bed as he kissed her. She felt her legs hit the bed and broke the kiss finally by dropping down to sit on the bed. He looked down at her in the same awestruck way that he had when he had first seen her breasts that night – unbridled desire in his eyes.
"Please," she repeated again, laying herself on the bed. She spread her legs without be prompted, wanting to feel him inside her. She ached with need. He followed her onto the bed, settling himself in between her legs.
Slowly, he started at her mid-thigh and wetly kissed a trail to her wetness. She groaned, unable to help herself. The moment his tongue touched her bundle of nerves, she nearly leapt off the bed. No matter how many times they did this, she still couldn't get over the way his tongue lavished her sensitive spot with sweet torture with such ease.
She gripped the mattress, trying to hold off her climax as the pleasure swam through her. Reaching its peak, the ecstasy exploded. She screamed his name as her body shook beneath him.
Once she had her release, he moved and repositioned himself, lifting her thighs upward slightly.
"Ready?"
She could barely register that he had even said anything. Silently, still winding down from her climax, she nodded. He thrust inside her, moaning as he did so.
"You're so… wet…" he gasped above her. She felt like laughing suddenly at his comment about the obvious, but he moved within her and she was unable to do anything but bring her hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
Her body began spinning with pleasure again; she had barely recovered form her first orgasm. Closing her eyes, she allowed her body to spiral out of control again with ecstasy. This time she merely moaned his name rather than screaming it; her voice lost to her now.
He thrust into her two more times before she felt him stiffen above her, cry out her name, and collapse on top of her. Ever the gentlemen, he brought his hands out to catch himself. Wrapping her arms around his back, she held him to her, not wanting to let go.
After a few moments, Draco gently rolled over onto his back, not saying a word still. "How's Harry?" the scathing question came out of nowhere, making a small bit of guilt creep into her heart.
"I wouldn't know," she answered back, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "I'm with you. Not with him."
He didn't reply, but he allowed her to hold his limp hand. She squeezed it, wanting a reply.
"Her family thinks you are."
"That's their misconception. If only you'd let me tell someone—"
He cut her off gently. "Ginny, you know it won't go over well." Rolling onto his side he looked at her. In her quiet, he brought her hand up to his lips. "Don't be upset."
She stiffened. "I'm not," she lied, yanking her hand from his.
He chuckled. "Yes you are. But I can't expect anything else."
Her frustration faded, she looked at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"You're too willful, too passionate for me to think you'd just keep this a secret."
"What is 'this'?"
"You and I. Our relationship. Our affair."
She laughed without humor. "This is not an affair to me. If it is to you, then I think 'this' should end!" She let the anger through her tone.
"It's not an affair to me, Ginny. I love you."
She smiled, feeling reassured despite everything. Curling up close to him, she whispered, "I love you, too."
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Date: 2007-08-22 01:22 am (UTC)Brilliant! BRILLIANT!
And the ending... I just feel like he shouldn't WANT to keep something this grand a secret... *wails*
It's very good... LOVE it! Thank you very much for writing it for me! You're the bestest friend EVER!! Woot!!
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Date: 2007-08-22 03:27 am (UTC)And where are you? You are not on msn yet. I shall be going for a walk soon, but I shall be back so hopefully you'll be on then. :P
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Date: 2007-08-24 02:56 am (UTC)