Quotes for Voting
Here are the nominations for the categories which required snippets.
♥ Favorite Line
1. "Wizardvision's Carnival of Love!"
Greg frowned. "We have to wear tights? I don't want to do this anymore."
AND
Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he said, "I do want to sleep with you. Rather desperately."
When she made to get up, he took a deep breath and blurted out, "The problem is that I also want to ask how your day was, and whether you ever figured out that you don't like celery and that's why you never eat your mum's chicken soup, and what you want to do tomorrow. Worse, I want to hear the answers, and be part of your tomorrow."
2. "The Mystery of the Pureblood Murders"
"You can be pot and I'll be kettle. We can get matching costumes for Halloween and you can charm candy away from children while I attract every man with more than three unpleasant characteristics."
3. And So It Goes
Breathing a bit easier, Ginny continued. 'Well, Malfoy and I were kissing just now - '
'You were?' Hermione squealed. 'And you waited THIS long to say anything?'
4. The Only Exception
Once upon a time he'd just been a boy and she'd just been a girl. They weren't supposed to be friends. That had been half the fun, of course, but then Draco actually liked Ginny. She had always been first. It was wrong, but he was a Malfoy; he got what he wanted when he wanted it.
Or he had.
Everything was different now. Somehow it had all spiraled out of control.
Stirring into movement, Draco brushed her hair back, fingers lightly tucking the ginger strands behind her ear. In the moonlit darkness it was only a neutral dark color. Perhaps if her hair had always been something neutral and dark, they might not be here.
5. Consequences
"I saved your sodding life, woman. Stop nattering about a bit of damp."
6. Five Years Later
"Hah! Two grown men beaten by a tiny ring. So funny!"
7. The Cottage
Really, these flowers are hideous. Pink? You were going to send me pink flowers?" he interrupted her.
8. Death Eaters Anonymous
"Meet me in the bedroom in two minutes and I’ll show you just how much fun I can be."
9. Aunt Muriel’s Guide to a Romantic Intervention
"Please. You could bounce a Galleon off my arse."
He smirked, pulling his free hand from his pocket to flip a golden coin over long fingers. "Truly an interesting proposal."
10. Of Call Girls and Killing Curses
'Look around. Clearly, the hair this season is up and the dresses are meringues. Cascading curls and slinky frocks were not supposed to be on this evening's menu, so I'm pretty sure most of the women in this room have called you slutty by now.'
AND
'I feel like we're about to board the Death Star,' she said.
'Death Star? What's a Death Star?' asked Draco. Ginny saw him falter, his wand falling momentarily.
'You wouldn't get it, Draco, it's a Muggle thing. All you need to know is that it's bad, very bad.' She took a step closer to the door. She didn't want to take the handle and open it, but it seemed inevitable.
'Well what does a Death Star do?'
'It does death, Draco!' said Ginny, annoyed that it was this of all things he decided to focus on. 'What do you think it does?'
'I don't know, cakes?'
11. Sharing Penance
Draco's distaste for Harry Potter was easily overcome by his utter loathing for the Ministry and its bureaucratic bullshit.
12. Not a Romanian Sex God
"He is not a romanian sex god!"
"Romanian, English: I’m not fussy."
13. Kings of the Wild Frontier
He can’t watch himself kiss the Weasley girl, it’s just too weird.
When he looks back, it’s to see their retreating forms heading down the rest of the hallway. Their hands clasped together in a vice like grip.
And as they disappear from his view, Draco’s only thoughts are:
Great Salazar’s beard, my hair is a fucking mess. That’ll never do.
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♥ Snarkiest Conversation
1. "Wizardvision's Carnival of Love!"
Draco laughed and clapped a hand on Blaise's shoulder. "Sounds like you're coming down with a case of infatuation. Careful, if not checked that sometimes turns into fidelity and monogamy."
"You shut your mouth," Blaise hissed, shrugging off Draco's hand. "Just go. Go have your Weasley. Leave me alone in my misery."
Pausing, Draco said, "Blaise, I need you to tell me something, man to man, for our years of friendship."
"What?" Blaise asked miserably.
"Seriously, how's my hair?"
"I hate you," Blaise growled. "Get out of here and go get laid."
2. The Mystery of the Pureblood Murders
Ginny clasped a hand to her heart dramatically. "You don't know what it means for me to hear you say that. You're actually... listening to what I have to say."
"Only the more colorful things," he assured her. Once you drift off into everyday conversation, I still tune you out."
"You're an arse."
"You say that like it still surprises you after all these years."
Ginny levelled a look at him. "I'd respond, but I can tell your attention has drifted already."
3. Auntie Muriel’s Guide to a Romantic Intervention
His innocent expression cracked, revealing a wickedly lopsided grin. "And I imagine lugging those breasts around all day must get tiring." He glanced down at her bodice appreciatively. "Nice gown, by the by. I’m particularly fond of that handy vent up front."
Ginny lifted protective hands to the front of her dress. "It’s called décolletage, Malfoy."
"It’s called distracting," he parried easily.
She scowled at him. "There’s a reason I tape them down for matches. And if you look down my dress again, I’m going to sock you one right in the mouth."
He shrugged. "I wouldn’t were I you. Tape them, that is, though I’m also inclined to discourage the punching. I’d shake those lovely tits in the opposing side’s faces. Distract them." He laughed at her expression of astonishment. "Snort all you like, Weasley. Sound tactics are sound tactics, and blokes like breasts."
4. The Undignified Eloquence of Being
"Maybe you should see that Head Healer, Malfoy. There is something entirely not right with you. You were standing there with a completely moronic look on your face, gasping for air for minutes. I was afraid you were going to start dribbling from your mouth. I thought I told you to stay away from the drugs when you were on the job."
He recovered quickly. This kind of conversation, he could handle. "I was just shell-shocked by how pathetic you’ve become. Really Weasley you haven’t been taking care of yourself at all. Now that Potter’s off the market, how do you expect to find yourself a husband? One isn’t going to just fall from the sky and land in your lap," he snarked at her.
"When are you going to find yourself a woman and stop going on dates with Mrs. Palm and her Five Friends, Malfoy?" she fired as she pushed past him and invaded his home.
"Oy, you vile harpy!" he chased after her. "Get your ministry approved arse out of my house this instant! And stop touching my priceless artefacts! No, Weasley, put down my grandmother right now!"
5. The Only Exception
"We’ll be missed soon, and you should probably get back to the dungeons before you melt in the sunshine."
"Malfoys don’t melt," he said imperiously. "We glisten."
His lips twitched when she giggled softly, the only betrayal of his otherwise impervious façade.
6. Shades of Gray
"You're not a good person, Malfoy. Maybe not a complete horrible person, but are you sure you're a good person?" Ginny mused, more tipsy than anything. She took another sip from her drink and cocked her head to the side. Her mouth pursed as she studied Draco.
"What?" he asked, defensively. "Slytherins aren't supposed to be good people. It doesn't pay as well."
"If you're aren't a good person, then why are you prosecuting all these Death Eaters? Didn't you do primary school with them?" This was something Ginny had been wondering for a while but had been unable to ask without liquid courage.
Being careful to avoid the main question, Draco shrugged. "I did. Doesn't mean I still have to like them. Do you still like Potter? Still think his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad?"
Ginny flushed prettily and took a sip of her drink. "Why'd you choose me as your partner?"
"You look better in heels than that sniveling rat-faced intern."
7. Not a Romanian Sex God
"You said something," Ginny insisted.
"I-err-I yawned," Draco lied.
"Rubbish," Ginny scoffed. "If you don’t want to tell me just say so."
"Fine," Draco snapped. "I don’t want to tell you."
"Why not?" Ginny asked innocently.
"You just can’t accept something and not question it, can you?"
"Nope," Ginny answered simply.
"Why?" Draco snarled.
"I’m the youngest of seven; it’s my job to question everything," Ginny replied smugly.
"Fuck me," Draco uttered to himself.
"Yes, please," Ginny blurted enthusiastically.
8. "Call Girls and Killing Curses"
'Draco, is this all an elaborate scheme to get me into bed?' she asked.
'You wish. From what I've heard, the only scheming required to get your knickers off is the purchase of a couple of pints of cheap cider.'
'Who's said that?' said Ginny. 'I'm going to have to have words. Was it one of the Patil twins? You know how they twist things.'
'I never reveal my sources,' said Draco, a hand on his heart.
9. Amends
"Make a move and I’ll burn holes through your fancy robes."
His eyes narrowed as he stepped back from her. "Fine, don’t thank me for saving your pathetic arse."
Frustration, coupled with embarrassment at owing her escape to a Malfoy bubbled up inside her. "I wasn’t going to," she declared heatedly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, ungracious as well as stupid. A winning combination. No wonder your side is doing so well."
10. Consequences
"I saved your sodding life, woman. Stop nattering about a bit of damp." He allowed her to settle him into a comfortable chair, because he might as well. Maybe the threat of a Malfoy-Weasley hybrid would spur her brother into working harder on breaking the curse.
"So, Mr. Malfoy." A hard look between the siblings had the girl settling down. "What can I do to help you?"
Looking at him askance, Draco said, "You can break the curse I'm under. I suppose you could also juggle or do some other entertaining tricks, but getting rid of the curse is why I'm here. It's on your business cards and everything."
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♥ Best Kiss
1. The Memory Thieves
She did not realise Draco's bonds had come loose until his hands found her sides. He dragged her against him, leaving no room for argument. Suddenly all that he was feeling was almost too clear. The kiss turned hard, insistent. It felt as if he was trying to drag the memories out of her. Ginny let him, even when she knew the kiss had moved so far out of her control that she would never be able to gather it again.
It was some time before he let her pull away.
2. Amends
Reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his shirt, Ginny dragged him closer and pressed her mouth against his. Underneath her fingertips, his body was coiled and tight, as if he were ready to break free of her. Just as she began to pull away, Draco suddenly crushed her to him. His mouth slanted hungrily across hers, coaxing her lips open. With a small moan, Ginny melted into his embrace and for a few precious moments, all thoughts of Harry, Voldemort, or her family melted away.
3. The Only Exception
He wasn't entirely sure what to think, but then he wasn't really thinking at all, not when she nipped at his lip. No, Draco's thoughts weren't of anything but the gasp that escaped her when he wound a hand into her hair - soft as the silky ribbon she'd once given him, his mind supplied - and tugged her closer, slanted his lips over hers. Part of him had expected it, but another part of him was awed when she opened for him, when she pressed into him, pressed him against the door and kissed him back.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. The kisses they should have had were supposed to be forbidden, but not because there was a life on the line. It was supposed to be wrong because their parents didn't like each other, not because there were the inklings of a war on the horizon.
Ginny kissed him with everything it was supposed to be, with everything this kiss that had always been theirs should have been.
4. Metamorphosis
Again without warning she pulled him to her, though this time it seemed like the boy was ready. His hands went to her waist, holding her stead against him as his tongue entered her mouth, playing, teasing, and fighting back against her advances. The kiss an extension of their usual back and forth, the foreplay they built up in snarky words and fake dirty looks.
Pulling her face from Draco's with quite some effort, Ginny rested her forehead against his, her body perfectly aligned with his, feeling every hard muscle and smooth line. "Liar."
5. And So It Goes
It was just a light brushing of their lips, but time seemed to stand still for Ginny. "I hope - " Draco started to say, but Ginny stopped him. Almost of their own volition, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his mouth back to hers. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy, and the tingles that seemed to be constant through her entire body sent a flush through her. Everything felt incredibly warm, and there was a heat that seemed to be centered between her legs. It was an unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant, sensation. Draco wrapped both arms around her now and kissed her more insistently, tentatively opening his mouth, slowly running his tongue across her lip, silently asking for entry. And oh, how she wanted to taste him.
6. "Not A Romanian Sex God"
After he’d tucked the tooth safely into his shirt, Draco cupped her face in his hands. His long fingers caressed her face and neck while his head slowly drifted closer. Their lips met softly at first, but the intensity increased quickly. It was as if they wanted the feeling of being thoroughly snogged to last forever.
Ginny clung to his shirt, drawing him so close that it was difficult to tell where she ended and he started.
7. Finally
"You’re beautiful." Then he kissed her.
Ginny made a noise close to a whimper at the feeling of his lips on hers. It had been so long, but it still felt natural to kiss him. His hands grabbed her waist and her need for him increased. She grabbed at his hair, pulling him as close to her as possible. He pushed her up against the wall.
She moaned when his body came into full contact with hers. He broke the kiss for only a moment to look her in the eyes. That one look told her that he still wanted her; that he still cared. He kissed her gently on the lips (quite opposite of his earlier actions) before turning his attention to her neck. She heard a rumble from deep in his throat as he attacked her neck with small bites and kisses. Ginny closed her eyes in pleasure at the contact, but soon pulled his head back up to hers. She needed to feel his lips on hers."
8. Dreamweaver
There was nothing but her and him, standing motionless in the library; nothing except her looking at him with eyes like melted bliss; nothing but her lips pressed to his chest, his neck, his cheek, his lips. He briefly remembered the library and the books, but then her tongue moved to greet his and a feeling of genuine happiness spread through his body at her touch. Everything worldly melted away, leaving his heart in his stomach, a struggle for breath, and his hand in her hair as though, if they parted, there would be nothing left for them to return to.
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♥ Best Smut
1. "The Promise of Tomorrow"
Their lips seemed to dance together; his taking the lead and hers willingly following. She felt him shift and then his left hand was grasping her outer thigh, lifting her further on the bed. Their arms tangled around each other’s bodies and they allowed themselves to get caught up in the thrilling sensations being created between them.
Ginny felt his body shift again as he stood on his knees and guided her back until she was laying on the bed, his body pressed on top of hers. His lips wandered down to her chin, then her neck. One hand pushed aside the strap of her tank top and kissed the sensitive skin beneath. Then his hands traveled down her sides to seize the edge of the pink top and pull it upwards. Ginny didn’t hesitate to lift her torso slightly and allow him to pull the article of clothing away from her body. Ginny’s hands returned the favor, ridding him of the T-shirt he’d worn to bed.
Everything became a whirlwind of sensations. More clothing was drawn away from heated skin until the two lay bare beside each other, using their hands to explore what had lain beneath.
Ginny’s body arched when she felt his lips skim the delicate skin of her chest. His tongue flicked out and made contact with one of her erect nipples, then moved to pay equal attention to its twin. His lips continued downward, caressing the skin of her stomach. Then downward still until his tongue was stroking the swollen lips of her most intimate place.
Ginny’s body felt like it was on fire. She heard herself emitting a breathy cry of pleasure from his concentrated attentions. Her hands slipped down to tangle in his pale locks, pulling lightly, to encourage him back up. He complied, sliding up her body until mouths met once more.
And when lips had kissed all they could, and hands had touched every inch of skin, they allowed their bodies to join.
2. Not a Romanian Sex God
The moment his trousers fell to his ankles she stepped back, as if surveying her handiwork. A nefarious grin spread across her face, and Draco just had time to wonder what he’d gotten himself into when her hands splayed across his stomach. Her head dipped as she placed a deep kiss just below his navel, and then she started trailing upwards. By the time she reached his neck, Draco was a mess of quivers and goose bumps. This attention had him wanting to forgo the niceties and just shag her until she screamed his name.
He rather forcefully claimed her mouth again and began to walk her towards the bed where they fell onto the soft mattress. His hands roamed her body, mapping every curve and memorizing every pore of her creamy skin. Her moans of appreciation were met equally with his, as Ginny’s hands were not finished discovering his body. A sharp hiss left him when her hand slipped inside his boxers and her fingers coiled around his hardened length. Not to be outdone, Draco pushed aside the satin of her bra and immediately went to work on her nipple, turning it into a hardened pebble in seconds.
All of a sudden, Draco froze. Ginny was doing something that sending him careening towards the very limits of his control at an alarming speed. He took a deep breath and released it slowly, concentrating on identifying exactly what she was doing to him. It felt like her fingernails were waltzing over his balls. Again, he drew in a lung full of air and released it gradually. A shiver ran the length of his body, and he knew he had to stop her before it was too late.
3. Consequences
She was kneeling in front of the hearth, chatting with his mother about some society thing and he couldn't resist taking advantage. Only her head and shoulders were visible on the other side of the floo connection, and she struggled to keep her composure as he pulled her robes up and teased her into readiness despite her token resistance. Her voice went high as he thrust inside her, almost knocking her off balance, forcing her to hold on to the sides of the fireplace to resist the forward motion that would betray their activities.
It was always a rush, pushing her outside her comfort zone and watching her glory in it, and he smirked as she rushed to end the conversation, for once forgetting to be nervous or intimidated by her mother-in-law. He'd tell her later that it had all been for her own good, and then when she told him to try again he'd tell her it was her fault for waving her arse in the air when she knew he couldn't resist it, and she'd blush and tell him to shut up but she'd love it, just like she loved it now, just how she loved being fucked ruthlessly, however and whenever and wherever he wanted.
There would have to be apologies to his mother later, for the abrupt way she ended the call, barely managing to cut the connection before she wailed and shuddered and came, arching her back to thrust against him, to surrender herself entirely to his control until he didn't have any and was leaving bruises on her hips the size of his fingertips, snarling with fierce animal joy at mastering her so thoroughly.
4. And So It Goes
"Touch yourself." He continued to thrust into her, while taking her hand and directing it between the two of them. Bringing her fingers to the point where their two bodies met, he said, "Rub yourself there." And then he arched up to watch her. "You are so damn sexy."
She continued to stare at his face, but as her fingers worked her clit, and her other hand pinched and rubbed her nipple, she felt the waves of release hit her. At the same time, she felt him push into her with a feral moan, indicating his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her, before rolling off her, and wrapping his arms around her.
5. Isle at Storm's End
It's a normal reaction in sleep, being near a female body, it's not you, she told herself. Still, she couldn't help but feel the stirrings of something. She hadn't been this close to a man since ... well, since she had last been with Draco. She could feel herself getting aroused, starting to feel a very familiar ache between her thighs. She gasped when his hand moved lower onto her stomach, very near the edge of her knickers. It stayed there, unmoving, and Ginny let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She closed her eyes, hoping sleep would take her again soon.
They flew right open again, however, when Draco's fingers slowly, deliberately, edged into her knickers. She rolled over onto her back and found that his arm was somehow under her head, and that he was very close to her indeed. Without warning, he pressed his lips to hers and boldly delved his fingers between her legs at the same time. She gasped against his mouth as his fingers found her folds, stroking her with lazy ease, drawing out the wetness he found there.
"Draco," she gasped. "Draco, don't-"
"Shh," he whispered. "Let me do this."
AND
He withdrew his hand from her knickers and reached behind her, and somehow her bra was free and one of her breasts was in his hand, his very warm hand whose fingers were wet and slightly sticky from their ministrations below. He pulled the bra off completely and she didn't know where it went, and didn't care. She was too busy enjoying the feeling of him fondling her breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. They also couldn't seem to stop kissing one another, teeth and tongue and lips all tangling together in a sort of desperation that made Ginny feel as though they were trying to eat each other whole.
His hands were everywhere, running over the curve of her hip, in her hair, against her cheek, cupping her breast. She felt his hard, familiar planes, thinner than she remembered, but still Draco. She tugged his boxers down so she could feel his hot, hard length in her hand. He tugged her knickers off and they went by way of her bra. They shifted so that he was on top of her, between her legs, and he didn't hesitate; the tip of his erection was pressing insistently against the source of her wetness. He moaned, and the sound reverberated through her, right down to her toes.
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♥ Favorite Line
1. "Wizardvision's Carnival of Love!"
Greg frowned. "We have to wear tights? I don't want to do this anymore."
AND
Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he said, "I do want to sleep with you. Rather desperately."
When she made to get up, he took a deep breath and blurted out, "The problem is that I also want to ask how your day was, and whether you ever figured out that you don't like celery and that's why you never eat your mum's chicken soup, and what you want to do tomorrow. Worse, I want to hear the answers, and be part of your tomorrow."
2. "The Mystery of the Pureblood Murders"
"You can be pot and I'll be kettle. We can get matching costumes for Halloween and you can charm candy away from children while I attract every man with more than three unpleasant characteristics."
3. And So It Goes
Breathing a bit easier, Ginny continued. 'Well, Malfoy and I were kissing just now - '
'You were?' Hermione squealed. 'And you waited THIS long to say anything?'
4. The Only Exception
Once upon a time he'd just been a boy and she'd just been a girl. They weren't supposed to be friends. That had been half the fun, of course, but then Draco actually liked Ginny. She had always been first. It was wrong, but he was a Malfoy; he got what he wanted when he wanted it.
Or he had.
Everything was different now. Somehow it had all spiraled out of control.
Stirring into movement, Draco brushed her hair back, fingers lightly tucking the ginger strands behind her ear. In the moonlit darkness it was only a neutral dark color. Perhaps if her hair had always been something neutral and dark, they might not be here.
5. Consequences
"I saved your sodding life, woman. Stop nattering about a bit of damp."
6. Five Years Later
"Hah! Two grown men beaten by a tiny ring. So funny!"
7. The Cottage
Really, these flowers are hideous. Pink? You were going to send me pink flowers?" he interrupted her.
8. Death Eaters Anonymous
"Meet me in the bedroom in two minutes and I’ll show you just how much fun I can be."
9. Aunt Muriel’s Guide to a Romantic Intervention
"Please. You could bounce a Galleon off my arse."
He smirked, pulling his free hand from his pocket to flip a golden coin over long fingers. "Truly an interesting proposal."
10. Of Call Girls and Killing Curses
'Look around. Clearly, the hair this season is up and the dresses are meringues. Cascading curls and slinky frocks were not supposed to be on this evening's menu, so I'm pretty sure most of the women in this room have called you slutty by now.'
AND
'I feel like we're about to board the Death Star,' she said.
'Death Star? What's a Death Star?' asked Draco. Ginny saw him falter, his wand falling momentarily.
'You wouldn't get it, Draco, it's a Muggle thing. All you need to know is that it's bad, very bad.' She took a step closer to the door. She didn't want to take the handle and open it, but it seemed inevitable.
'Well what does a Death Star do?'
'It does death, Draco!' said Ginny, annoyed that it was this of all things he decided to focus on. 'What do you think it does?'
'I don't know, cakes?'
11. Sharing Penance
Draco's distaste for Harry Potter was easily overcome by his utter loathing for the Ministry and its bureaucratic bullshit.
12. Not a Romanian Sex God
"He is not a romanian sex god!"
"Romanian, English: I’m not fussy."
13. Kings of the Wild Frontier
He can’t watch himself kiss the Weasley girl, it’s just too weird.
When he looks back, it’s to see their retreating forms heading down the rest of the hallway. Their hands clasped together in a vice like grip.
And as they disappear from his view, Draco’s only thoughts are:
Great Salazar’s beard, my hair is a fucking mess. That’ll never do.
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♥ Snarkiest Conversation
1. "Wizardvision's Carnival of Love!"
Draco laughed and clapped a hand on Blaise's shoulder. "Sounds like you're coming down with a case of infatuation. Careful, if not checked that sometimes turns into fidelity and monogamy."
"You shut your mouth," Blaise hissed, shrugging off Draco's hand. "Just go. Go have your Weasley. Leave me alone in my misery."
Pausing, Draco said, "Blaise, I need you to tell me something, man to man, for our years of friendship."
"What?" Blaise asked miserably.
"Seriously, how's my hair?"
"I hate you," Blaise growled. "Get out of here and go get laid."
2. The Mystery of the Pureblood Murders
Ginny clasped a hand to her heart dramatically. "You don't know what it means for me to hear you say that. You're actually... listening to what I have to say."
"Only the more colorful things," he assured her. Once you drift off into everyday conversation, I still tune you out."
"You're an arse."
"You say that like it still surprises you after all these years."
Ginny levelled a look at him. "I'd respond, but I can tell your attention has drifted already."
3. Auntie Muriel’s Guide to a Romantic Intervention
His innocent expression cracked, revealing a wickedly lopsided grin. "And I imagine lugging those breasts around all day must get tiring." He glanced down at her bodice appreciatively. "Nice gown, by the by. I’m particularly fond of that handy vent up front."
Ginny lifted protective hands to the front of her dress. "It’s called décolletage, Malfoy."
"It’s called distracting," he parried easily.
She scowled at him. "There’s a reason I tape them down for matches. And if you look down my dress again, I’m going to sock you one right in the mouth."
He shrugged. "I wouldn’t were I you. Tape them, that is, though I’m also inclined to discourage the punching. I’d shake those lovely tits in the opposing side’s faces. Distract them." He laughed at her expression of astonishment. "Snort all you like, Weasley. Sound tactics are sound tactics, and blokes like breasts."
4. The Undignified Eloquence of Being
"Maybe you should see that Head Healer, Malfoy. There is something entirely not right with you. You were standing there with a completely moronic look on your face, gasping for air for minutes. I was afraid you were going to start dribbling from your mouth. I thought I told you to stay away from the drugs when you were on the job."
He recovered quickly. This kind of conversation, he could handle. "I was just shell-shocked by how pathetic you’ve become. Really Weasley you haven’t been taking care of yourself at all. Now that Potter’s off the market, how do you expect to find yourself a husband? One isn’t going to just fall from the sky and land in your lap," he snarked at her.
"When are you going to find yourself a woman and stop going on dates with Mrs. Palm and her Five Friends, Malfoy?" she fired as she pushed past him and invaded his home.
"Oy, you vile harpy!" he chased after her. "Get your ministry approved arse out of my house this instant! And stop touching my priceless artefacts! No, Weasley, put down my grandmother right now!"
5. The Only Exception
"We’ll be missed soon, and you should probably get back to the dungeons before you melt in the sunshine."
"Malfoys don’t melt," he said imperiously. "We glisten."
His lips twitched when she giggled softly, the only betrayal of his otherwise impervious façade.
6. Shades of Gray
"You're not a good person, Malfoy. Maybe not a complete horrible person, but are you sure you're a good person?" Ginny mused, more tipsy than anything. She took another sip from her drink and cocked her head to the side. Her mouth pursed as she studied Draco.
"What?" he asked, defensively. "Slytherins aren't supposed to be good people. It doesn't pay as well."
"If you're aren't a good person, then why are you prosecuting all these Death Eaters? Didn't you do primary school with them?" This was something Ginny had been wondering for a while but had been unable to ask without liquid courage.
Being careful to avoid the main question, Draco shrugged. "I did. Doesn't mean I still have to like them. Do you still like Potter? Still think his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad?"
Ginny flushed prettily and took a sip of her drink. "Why'd you choose me as your partner?"
"You look better in heels than that sniveling rat-faced intern."
7. Not a Romanian Sex God
"You said something," Ginny insisted.
"I-err-I yawned," Draco lied.
"Rubbish," Ginny scoffed. "If you don’t want to tell me just say so."
"Fine," Draco snapped. "I don’t want to tell you."
"Why not?" Ginny asked innocently.
"You just can’t accept something and not question it, can you?"
"Nope," Ginny answered simply.
"Why?" Draco snarled.
"I’m the youngest of seven; it’s my job to question everything," Ginny replied smugly.
"Fuck me," Draco uttered to himself.
"Yes, please," Ginny blurted enthusiastically.
8. "Call Girls and Killing Curses"
'Draco, is this all an elaborate scheme to get me into bed?' she asked.
'You wish. From what I've heard, the only scheming required to get your knickers off is the purchase of a couple of pints of cheap cider.'
'Who's said that?' said Ginny. 'I'm going to have to have words. Was it one of the Patil twins? You know how they twist things.'
'I never reveal my sources,' said Draco, a hand on his heart.
9. Amends
"Make a move and I’ll burn holes through your fancy robes."
His eyes narrowed as he stepped back from her. "Fine, don’t thank me for saving your pathetic arse."
Frustration, coupled with embarrassment at owing her escape to a Malfoy bubbled up inside her. "I wasn’t going to," she declared heatedly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, ungracious as well as stupid. A winning combination. No wonder your side is doing so well."
10. Consequences
"I saved your sodding life, woman. Stop nattering about a bit of damp." He allowed her to settle him into a comfortable chair, because he might as well. Maybe the threat of a Malfoy-Weasley hybrid would spur her brother into working harder on breaking the curse.
"So, Mr. Malfoy." A hard look between the siblings had the girl settling down. "What can I do to help you?"
Looking at him askance, Draco said, "You can break the curse I'm under. I suppose you could also juggle or do some other entertaining tricks, but getting rid of the curse is why I'm here. It's on your business cards and everything."
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♥ Best Kiss
1. The Memory Thieves
She did not realise Draco's bonds had come loose until his hands found her sides. He dragged her against him, leaving no room for argument. Suddenly all that he was feeling was almost too clear. The kiss turned hard, insistent. It felt as if he was trying to drag the memories out of her. Ginny let him, even when she knew the kiss had moved so far out of her control that she would never be able to gather it again.
It was some time before he let her pull away.
2. Amends
Reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his shirt, Ginny dragged him closer and pressed her mouth against his. Underneath her fingertips, his body was coiled and tight, as if he were ready to break free of her. Just as she began to pull away, Draco suddenly crushed her to him. His mouth slanted hungrily across hers, coaxing her lips open. With a small moan, Ginny melted into his embrace and for a few precious moments, all thoughts of Harry, Voldemort, or her family melted away.
3. The Only Exception
He wasn't entirely sure what to think, but then he wasn't really thinking at all, not when she nipped at his lip. No, Draco's thoughts weren't of anything but the gasp that escaped her when he wound a hand into her hair - soft as the silky ribbon she'd once given him, his mind supplied - and tugged her closer, slanted his lips over hers. Part of him had expected it, but another part of him was awed when she opened for him, when she pressed into him, pressed him against the door and kissed him back.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. The kisses they should have had were supposed to be forbidden, but not because there was a life on the line. It was supposed to be wrong because their parents didn't like each other, not because there were the inklings of a war on the horizon.
Ginny kissed him with everything it was supposed to be, with everything this kiss that had always been theirs should have been.
4. Metamorphosis
Again without warning she pulled him to her, though this time it seemed like the boy was ready. His hands went to her waist, holding her stead against him as his tongue entered her mouth, playing, teasing, and fighting back against her advances. The kiss an extension of their usual back and forth, the foreplay they built up in snarky words and fake dirty looks.
Pulling her face from Draco's with quite some effort, Ginny rested her forehead against his, her body perfectly aligned with his, feeling every hard muscle and smooth line. "Liar."
5. And So It Goes
It was just a light brushing of their lips, but time seemed to stand still for Ginny. "I hope - " Draco started to say, but Ginny stopped him. Almost of their own volition, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his mouth back to hers. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy, and the tingles that seemed to be constant through her entire body sent a flush through her. Everything felt incredibly warm, and there was a heat that seemed to be centered between her legs. It was an unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant, sensation. Draco wrapped both arms around her now and kissed her more insistently, tentatively opening his mouth, slowly running his tongue across her lip, silently asking for entry. And oh, how she wanted to taste him.
6. "Not A Romanian Sex God"
After he’d tucked the tooth safely into his shirt, Draco cupped her face in his hands. His long fingers caressed her face and neck while his head slowly drifted closer. Their lips met softly at first, but the intensity increased quickly. It was as if they wanted the feeling of being thoroughly snogged to last forever.
Ginny clung to his shirt, drawing him so close that it was difficult to tell where she ended and he started.
7. Finally
"You’re beautiful." Then he kissed her.
Ginny made a noise close to a whimper at the feeling of his lips on hers. It had been so long, but it still felt natural to kiss him. His hands grabbed her waist and her need for him increased. She grabbed at his hair, pulling him as close to her as possible. He pushed her up against the wall.
She moaned when his body came into full contact with hers. He broke the kiss for only a moment to look her in the eyes. That one look told her that he still wanted her; that he still cared. He kissed her gently on the lips (quite opposite of his earlier actions) before turning his attention to her neck. She heard a rumble from deep in his throat as he attacked her neck with small bites and kisses. Ginny closed her eyes in pleasure at the contact, but soon pulled his head back up to hers. She needed to feel his lips on hers."
8. Dreamweaver
There was nothing but her and him, standing motionless in the library; nothing except her looking at him with eyes like melted bliss; nothing but her lips pressed to his chest, his neck, his cheek, his lips. He briefly remembered the library and the books, but then her tongue moved to greet his and a feeling of genuine happiness spread through his body at her touch. Everything worldly melted away, leaving his heart in his stomach, a struggle for breath, and his hand in her hair as though, if they parted, there would be nothing left for them to return to.
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♥ Best Smut
1. "The Promise of Tomorrow"
Their lips seemed to dance together; his taking the lead and hers willingly following. She felt him shift and then his left hand was grasping her outer thigh, lifting her further on the bed. Their arms tangled around each other’s bodies and they allowed themselves to get caught up in the thrilling sensations being created between them.
Ginny felt his body shift again as he stood on his knees and guided her back until she was laying on the bed, his body pressed on top of hers. His lips wandered down to her chin, then her neck. One hand pushed aside the strap of her tank top and kissed the sensitive skin beneath. Then his hands traveled down her sides to seize the edge of the pink top and pull it upwards. Ginny didn’t hesitate to lift her torso slightly and allow him to pull the article of clothing away from her body. Ginny’s hands returned the favor, ridding him of the T-shirt he’d worn to bed.
Everything became a whirlwind of sensations. More clothing was drawn away from heated skin until the two lay bare beside each other, using their hands to explore what had lain beneath.
Ginny’s body arched when she felt his lips skim the delicate skin of her chest. His tongue flicked out and made contact with one of her erect nipples, then moved to pay equal attention to its twin. His lips continued downward, caressing the skin of her stomach. Then downward still until his tongue was stroking the swollen lips of her most intimate place.
Ginny’s body felt like it was on fire. She heard herself emitting a breathy cry of pleasure from his concentrated attentions. Her hands slipped down to tangle in his pale locks, pulling lightly, to encourage him back up. He complied, sliding up her body until mouths met once more.
And when lips had kissed all they could, and hands had touched every inch of skin, they allowed their bodies to join.
2. Not a Romanian Sex God
The moment his trousers fell to his ankles she stepped back, as if surveying her handiwork. A nefarious grin spread across her face, and Draco just had time to wonder what he’d gotten himself into when her hands splayed across his stomach. Her head dipped as she placed a deep kiss just below his navel, and then she started trailing upwards. By the time she reached his neck, Draco was a mess of quivers and goose bumps. This attention had him wanting to forgo the niceties and just shag her until she screamed his name.
He rather forcefully claimed her mouth again and began to walk her towards the bed where they fell onto the soft mattress. His hands roamed her body, mapping every curve and memorizing every pore of her creamy skin. Her moans of appreciation were met equally with his, as Ginny’s hands were not finished discovering his body. A sharp hiss left him when her hand slipped inside his boxers and her fingers coiled around his hardened length. Not to be outdone, Draco pushed aside the satin of her bra and immediately went to work on her nipple, turning it into a hardened pebble in seconds.
All of a sudden, Draco froze. Ginny was doing something that sending him careening towards the very limits of his control at an alarming speed. He took a deep breath and released it slowly, concentrating on identifying exactly what she was doing to him. It felt like her fingernails were waltzing over his balls. Again, he drew in a lung full of air and released it gradually. A shiver ran the length of his body, and he knew he had to stop her before it was too late.
3. Consequences
She was kneeling in front of the hearth, chatting with his mother about some society thing and he couldn't resist taking advantage. Only her head and shoulders were visible on the other side of the floo connection, and she struggled to keep her composure as he pulled her robes up and teased her into readiness despite her token resistance. Her voice went high as he thrust inside her, almost knocking her off balance, forcing her to hold on to the sides of the fireplace to resist the forward motion that would betray their activities.
It was always a rush, pushing her outside her comfort zone and watching her glory in it, and he smirked as she rushed to end the conversation, for once forgetting to be nervous or intimidated by her mother-in-law. He'd tell her later that it had all been for her own good, and then when she told him to try again he'd tell her it was her fault for waving her arse in the air when she knew he couldn't resist it, and she'd blush and tell him to shut up but she'd love it, just like she loved it now, just how she loved being fucked ruthlessly, however and whenever and wherever he wanted.
There would have to be apologies to his mother later, for the abrupt way she ended the call, barely managing to cut the connection before she wailed and shuddered and came, arching her back to thrust against him, to surrender herself entirely to his control until he didn't have any and was leaving bruises on her hips the size of his fingertips, snarling with fierce animal joy at mastering her so thoroughly.
4. And So It Goes
"Touch yourself." He continued to thrust into her, while taking her hand and directing it between the two of them. Bringing her fingers to the point where their two bodies met, he said, "Rub yourself there." And then he arched up to watch her. "You are so damn sexy."
She continued to stare at his face, but as her fingers worked her clit, and her other hand pinched and rubbed her nipple, she felt the waves of release hit her. At the same time, she felt him push into her with a feral moan, indicating his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her, before rolling off her, and wrapping his arms around her.
5. Isle at Storm's End
It's a normal reaction in sleep, being near a female body, it's not you, she told herself. Still, she couldn't help but feel the stirrings of something. She hadn't been this close to a man since ... well, since she had last been with Draco. She could feel herself getting aroused, starting to feel a very familiar ache between her thighs. She gasped when his hand moved lower onto her stomach, very near the edge of her knickers. It stayed there, unmoving, and Ginny let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She closed her eyes, hoping sleep would take her again soon.
They flew right open again, however, when Draco's fingers slowly, deliberately, edged into her knickers. She rolled over onto her back and found that his arm was somehow under her head, and that he was very close to her indeed. Without warning, he pressed his lips to hers and boldly delved his fingers between her legs at the same time. She gasped against his mouth as his fingers found her folds, stroking her with lazy ease, drawing out the wetness he found there.
"Draco," she gasped. "Draco, don't-"
"Shh," he whispered. "Let me do this."
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He withdrew his hand from her knickers and reached behind her, and somehow her bra was free and one of her breasts was in his hand, his very warm hand whose fingers were wet and slightly sticky from their ministrations below. He pulled the bra off completely and she didn't know where it went, and didn't care. She was too busy enjoying the feeling of him fondling her breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. They also couldn't seem to stop kissing one another, teeth and tongue and lips all tangling together in a sort of desperation that made Ginny feel as though they were trying to eat each other whole.
His hands were everywhere, running over the curve of her hip, in her hair, against her cheek, cupping her breast. She felt his hard, familiar planes, thinner than she remembered, but still Draco. She tugged his boxers down so she could feel his hot, hard length in her hand. He tugged her knickers off and they went by way of her bra. They shifted so that he was on top of her, between her legs, and he didn't hesitate; the tip of his erection was pressing insistently against the source of her wetness. He moaned, and the sound reverberated through her, right down to her toes.
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