FIC: Masks (Draco/Ginny, NC-17)
Title: Masks
Author: Selina Kyle
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Word Count 3,300
Rating: NC-17
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: DH compliant. Slight dub-con. Dirty language.
Summary: A lost wager leads to a night of revelations for Ginny.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for the 2008 DG Fic Exchange. Original can be found here. Made some minor changes to the original text. Many thanks to C for the beta.
The noise swirled around him: the shouts and shrieks of a hundred Quidditch fans crammed into one tiny pub. Perched on a stool in the farthest corner, Draco Malfoy ignored it all and concentrated on the amber liquid in front of him. After a few rounds, the noise had faded into a dull roar and his head buzzed pleasantly.
True, he had every reason to drink himself into the stupor tonight. His recently acquired Chudley Cannons was soundly defeated in the first round. His mouth thinned as he recalled the headlines the day after. The press, still bitter about the way he sacked the entire team after he took over, smelled blood in the water. Questions about his intelligence, his sanity, and even his sexual prowess were splashed all over the papers. His father had been furious about the negative publicity. Still, Draco was not concerned. The new team was young and inexperienced, but their potential was great. In his opinion, it was the first step in restoring the Malfoy name, something his father had been pressing on him for years. This was an investment for the long-term, and if he couldn’t see it, well-
The door to the pub burst open. The Holyhead Harpies stumbled in to the loud cheers of the patrons. And there she was, surrounded by her teammates: the reason for his presence in this dingy pub tonight.
He caught the bartender’s eye and waved him over. It was time to make his move.
***
“Having fun yet?”
With a huge grin on her flushed face and a glass of wine in one hand, Ginny Weasley dropped down on the stool beside her teammate. “You were absolutely brilliant, Diana!”
Her friend blushed. “You were too, Ginny. You’re the one who got us back in the game. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be celebrating at all tonight.”
“In that case, cheers for all of us!” Ginny shouted as her arm shot up in the air, the contents of her drink threatening to spill out.
The bartender interrupted them. “Here you go,” he said as he pushed a glass of champagne in front of her friend. “From the gentleman in the corner.” Ginny spun around, her brown eyes darkening in irritation as she spied the white-blond head.
“Diana, you can’t be serious!”
“Why not?” Her teammate sent a tentative smile in Draco’s direction and acknowledged the offer by lifting her glass. “Didn’t you hear what he offered Jennings? All that money…” she trailed off with a sigh.
Ginny downed her drink and signaled for another. “Money isn’t everything.”
“Come off it, Ginny! I don’t have my future all planned out like you.” Diana’s eyes flicked downward and Ginny tried to resist the urge to shove her left hand behind her. “I’ve got to think ahead,” she added in a much softer tone before taking another sip of champagne. She shook her head and pasted a smile on her face. “So, who do you think we’ll face in the next match? Maybe-”
Ginny let her friend change the subject. She’d speak to her about Malfoy tomorrow.
***
As Draco stumbled down the dimly lit corridor, he admitted to himself that perhaps he did have a bit too much this time.
Foolish boy. This is not what we expected of you.
His father’s words were still echoing in his mind that he barely heard the screeching noises behind him.
“Huh?” He spun around a touch too quickly and had to put his hand up against the wall to steady himself.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?”
Draco frowned down at Ginny’s flushed face, noting with distaste the smattering of freckles on her rosy cheeks. “Going to the loo?” he answered with a careless shrug.
She huffed impatiently and poked her finger into his chest. “Just stay away from her.”
It took him a moment to figure out what she was talking about. “Jealous?” he sneered, though the effect was somewhat ruined when he nearly tripped over his feet.
She gave an unladylike snort. “Hardly. I wouldn’t play for your team even if you paid me a fortune.”
“Bravo, Weasley! That almost sounded convincing.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “I shouldn’t have bothered. Diana’s not going to accept any offer from you.”
Now that was a challenge. “Is that so?” Draco leaned closer, enough so that he could make out the flecks of gold in her brown eyes. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? “Perhaps a little wager then?”
Interest flickered briefly across her face. “I’m listening,” Ginny said warily.
“If your friend stays with the Harpies, I’ll send the entire team to a spa for a weekend of pampering.” You bitches could definitely use it, he thought to himself. “And,” he added out loud, “I won’t poach any more players.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“If you lose, you’ll come to my flat and be my…” he paused as he searched for the right words, “maid for one night.”
The speculative gleam in her eyes was instantly replaced by outrage. “That’s insane!”
“Ah, so you’re not sure about your friend’s intentions, then?”
“Of course I am,” she shot back. “Fine. It’s a deal,” she huffed before sticking her hand out. Draco had barely wrapped his fingers around hers before she pulled her arm away in disgust and turned away. His lips curled into a smirk as he watched her nicely rounded bum disappear around the corner.
There was absolutely no way he was losing this wager.
***
Ginny paused in front of the door, her finger poised shakily over the ringer. She could simply turn around and go back home. No one knew about the wager; she highly doubted Draco told anyone either.
She chewed on her bottom lip and stared at her feet. She’d never gone back on a bet and she wasn’t about to start now. With a sigh, she leaned heavily on the ringer. A faint buzz sounded behind the door, followed by the tread of footsteps approaching.
Draco seemed surprised to see her. “You’re here,” he stated with faint bemusement.
“Did you think I wouldn’t show up?” She strode past him into the flat, tossing the Daily Prophet, with its headline “Harpy takes up with Malfoy,” at his chest. “Let’s just get on with it, okay?”
He made a mocking bow. “Whatever the lady wants.”
Her palm itched to slap that faint smirk off his face. “So what am I supposed to do?” she demanded crossly. “Cook a five course meal? Iron out the wrinkles in your bedsheets?”
“Oh, nothing that physical, though you’ll definitely be on your toes.” He walked over to a table and picked up a flat box. “But first, you’ll need the proper attire. You can change in the bedroom.” He tilted his head, indicating the door to her left.
“Change?” Ginny asked blankly.
Draco suddenly tossed the box at her. Her deft catch earned her an eyebrow raised in appreciation. Curious, she peeked at the box’s contents.
“Absolutely not.”
He paused in the act of pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “What’s wrong with it?”
Her arms flailed about as she searched for the right words. “It’s…it’s…indecent!”
He shrugged lazily and lifted his glass to his lips. “If you prefer to be nude, that’s fine with me.”
A few seconds ticked by before she let out a screech of outrage. Ginny made sure to slam the bedroom door behind her as hard as she could.
***
Draco had just finished his drink when he heard the door creak open. He turned around and was grateful that he’d placed his empty glass down on the table. It would have been difficult to explain the shards of broken glass if he had not.
Ginny’s head was tilted down as she slipped on the stilettos he’d selected for her and he took advantage of her distraction by letting his gaze wander over her body. Her breasts, creamy and full, threatened to spill out of the black bra. The lacy knickers, with its tiny ruffle of white trimming, showed off the curve of her hips. He followed the long line of her legs, admiring the trim muscles in her calves.
“Happy?” she asked sullenly as she crossed her arms over her chest. His cock twitched inside his trousers. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he muttered under his breath. Seeing her expression darken, he quickly pointed to the well-stocked bar. “Your job is to keep the liquor flowing. My friends-”
“I’m sorry,” she interrupted. “Did you say ‘friends’?”
“Ah, I must have forgotten that part.” Draco gave her his most innocent smile. “I’m hosting a poker game tonight and as I said, you’re to make sure everyone’s glasses are filled with whatever liquid refreshment they desire. He paused, then added in a silky tone, “that shouldn’t be too difficult for you.”
“I absolutely refuse to be humiliated in front of your friends!” Ginny protested hotly.
“And you won’t be. Not with this.” He approached her, holding out a pendant with a dark green stone. “May I?” After nodding her consent, he slipped the pendant around her neck and directed her attention to the mirror above the fireplace.
Ginny gasped in surprise when she saw a statuesque brunette staring back at her. “I don’t know,” she said doubtfully as she studied her reflection. Her right finger rubbed the narrow band of pale skin on her left hand. “How do I know I won’t be assaulted?”
He shrugged and poured himself another whiskey. “You might get a few comments. Maybe Adrian will try to grab your arse. But that’s it. My friends aren’t animals. We won’t gang up on you. Unless of course, that’s what you’re into.” He smirked at her over his glass.
A discreet buzzer interrupted their conversation. “My guests are here. Why don’t you go into the kitchen and make yourself useful?” Draco picked up a tray off the bar and shoved it into her hands before walking to the door. He knew he was taking a risk by turning his back on her when she had a weapon in her hand. To his surprise, the tray wasn’t flung at him. By the time he led his friends into the dining room, Ginny was waiting for them, a seductive smile on her lips and carrying a tray loaded with glasses of champagne.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” she cooed as catcalls and whistles greeted her appearance.
“Malfoy, you dog.” Blaise Zabini thumped him on the shoulder before making his way to Ginny’s side.
“Yeah, she’s much better than that house-elf you borrowed from your mum.” Adrian Pucey leered at her and Ginny giggled in return. The high-pitched sound set Draco’s teeth on edge.
He endured a few minutes of watching his friends chat her up before he finally had enough. Draco slammed his empty glass on the table top. “Can we get started?” he asked tersely.
His friends shot each other curious looks before dispersing quickly and finding their seats. As Ginny passed him, he thrust his glass into her hand. “Get me another one.”
Irritation flashed briefly in her eyes, but she only murmured, “Of course, sir,” and made a little curtsy before walking away.
Draco sighed as he took his place at the table. Maybe he should’ve asked for the entire bottle.
***
While she would never admit it to Draco, Ginny felt incredibly sexy in the lingerie and shoes he’d provided for her. Her behavior shocked her just a bit. It had to be the influence of the pendant that hung around her neck, she was sure of it. After all, the girl who flirted outrageously, who swiveled her hips as she walked around the table wasn’t Ginny Weasley. Didn’t even look like her.
So she took full advantage of the anonymity provided by the pendant. Ginny made sure that each man had a good look at her cleavage as she bent over to refill his glass. Her fingers trailed over each shoulder as she made her rounds. And she allowed Pucey’s hand to rest on her bum a few seconds longer before swatting him away with a wink.
Everyone seemed charmed by her. Except for Draco, whose eyes flashed with irritation every time she giggled and flirted with his friends. His distraction cost him, as the pile of Galleons in front of him dwindled to practically nothing.
“Looks like you’ll have to call it a night, Draco,” Theodore Nott remarked as he shuffled the cards and prepared to deal them out.
“Oh, why is that?”
“Are you blind, mate? You don’t have enough.”
“I think there’s still something I can toss in.” Draco reached out, wrapped his arm around Ginny’s waist, and pulled her onto his lap. His mouth nuzzled her ear. “Why don’t you be a good girl and take off that bra.” He slid his finger underneath the chain around her neck and tugged on it lightly. The wordless threat was clear to her.
Ginny’s smile was frozen on her face. “As you wish, Mr. Malfoy.” She reached behind her, unhooked the clasp, and pulled off the bra, flinging it on top of the huge mound of Galleons in the middle of the table. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around her and kept her head high despite the dropped jaws and huge eyes across from her.
“Fuck, they’re magnificent,” breathed Adrian, his cards hanging limply from his fingers.
“Can we get on with it? Call!” Draco snapped as his arm curled possessively around her waist.
Ginny held her breath as the cards were revealed. The sacrifice of her bra was for nothing, as Draco’s hand was pathetically poor.
“You were bluffing with a pair of Queens?” Theodore shook his head as he collected his winnings. “Really bad luck tonight, Draco. Maybe you should sit this one out.”
Draco knocked back his drink. “I can still ante up.” He pushed Ginny off his lap and began to tug down her knickers.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked as she slapped his hands away.
“You’re mine for the evening,” he said coolly, ignoring the waves of fury radiating from her. “So please, off with the knickers.”
“Uh, that’s okay, Draco. It’s getting late.” His friends, seemingly uncomfortable with the tension in the room, hurriedly gathered their winnings and practically rushed out the door.
The silence in the wake of his friends’ departure was broken by a loud crack. With a bemused look on his face, Draco rubbed at the red, palm-sized mark on his cheek.
“Pig,” Ginny hissed as she shielded her breasts.
“Please. You were enjoying yourself.” He walked over to the bar and grabbed the nearly empty bottle of whiskey. “Does Potter know what a slut his fiancée is?” he added with a smirk as he finished off the bottle.
“Don’t bring Harry into this,” she cried as she flew at him, her fist swinging wildly.
Draco dropped the bottle and caught her wrist. He hauled her up against him and bent her arm behind her back. His eyes dropped to her heaving chest and the pendant that glittered just above her breasts. He reached up and snapped the chain, tossing it aside.
“Hmm…they are magnificent,” he murmured before he captured her mouth. Ginny whimpered as she tried to twist away from him, but his arms snaked tightly around her. Draco buried his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back firmly, forcing her mouth to open beneath his
as she gasped in shock. His tongue was as insistent as the hard thigh forcing her legs open.
“As much as I’d like to fuck you right here-”
Draco lifted her into his arms and carried her off to his bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously on top of the bed. Suddenly free, Ginny tried to scramble away from him.
“No, you don’t,” he growled, catching her ankle in one hand and yanking her back to him. He pulled her up and held her tight against his chest, her naked back pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt.
She tried one more time. “Draco, you’re drunk,” she pleaded.
He acted as if he didn’t hear her. “You look fucking sexy on my bed, Ginny. And don’t tell me you don’t want it.” He trailed a line of hard, sucking kisses along her neck as he tugged her knickers down, his fingers sliding easily over her slick flesh. “Mmm…slut indeed,” Draco said as she moaned in protest.
Taking her chin in his hand, he directed her gaze at the mirror over his dresser. “Have a look, Ginny.”
Her eyes widened in shock. She tried to turn away but it was too late; the image was burned into her mind. The contrast between her naked body and his fully clothed one was intensely erotic. One arm was draped over her hip, his hand buried between her thighs. His thumb traced over her kiss-swollen lips before dropping down to curve around her breast. He captured her nipple between his fingers and roughly pulled on it.
Ginny shivered lightly as the sensation shot straight to her cunt. “Don’t,” she groaned even as her hips shifted and her thighs splayed open in invitation.
His laughter, low, dark, and mocking, rang in her ears. “Ginny, Ginny…” Draco withdrew his fingers from her cunt. A tiny moan of protest escaped from her lips. “Maybe later I’ll have a little taste. But for now…”
He pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees, then positioned himself between her legs. She felt him fumble with his trousers, and then the tip of his cock was pushing against her. In one hard thrust, Draco was buried deep inside her. Her lips fell open in a silent scream.
“Do you know why I like this position the best, Ginevra?” She shook her head wordlessly as Draco pulled out slowly. “I like having my hands free. I can pull on your tits like this.” He rolled a stiff nipple between his fingers. “Or I can play with your clit.” Her breath hissed inward as his fingers dipped between her thighs. “Mmm…you like that don’t you?” With his cock just barely inside her, Draco continued to play with her until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please…oh God, please,” she moaned, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or to go on.
A roar of triumph filled her ears as he dug his fingers into her hips and slammed his cock into her. His thrusts were brutal, rough, but she welcomed them. Ginny’s fingers grasped the sheets tightly as she arched her back and spread her knees wider, her body inviting him to fuck her senseless.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her ear as he rolled her clit between his fingers. Her cunt squeezed hard around him as her world exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. She felt his teeth on the back of her neck as he buried his cry of release against her sweat-slicked skin. With a groan, Ginny collapsed onto the rumpled sheets, Draco’s body resting heavily on top of her. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to slide out from underneath him, but he misunderstood her actions.
“Ready for more?” he leered at her, his hand stroking his cock idly.
“That would a no.” She pushed at his shoulders but Draco only laughed as he stripped off his shirt. He turned Ginny over onto her back and settled between her legs. His tongue traced lazy spirals on her belly. “What are you doing?” she gasped out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“I told you I wanted a taste.” He dropped a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Ginny fell back, closed her eyes, and spread her legs wider.
She had a feeling she wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.
Author: Selina Kyle
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Word Count 3,300
Rating: NC-17
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: DH compliant. Slight dub-con. Dirty language.
Summary: A lost wager leads to a night of revelations for Ginny.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for the 2008 DG Fic Exchange. Original can be found here. Made some minor changes to the original text. Many thanks to C for the beta.
The noise swirled around him: the shouts and shrieks of a hundred Quidditch fans crammed into one tiny pub. Perched on a stool in the farthest corner, Draco Malfoy ignored it all and concentrated on the amber liquid in front of him. After a few rounds, the noise had faded into a dull roar and his head buzzed pleasantly.
True, he had every reason to drink himself into the stupor tonight. His recently acquired Chudley Cannons was soundly defeated in the first round. His mouth thinned as he recalled the headlines the day after. The press, still bitter about the way he sacked the entire team after he took over, smelled blood in the water. Questions about his intelligence, his sanity, and even his sexual prowess were splashed all over the papers. His father had been furious about the negative publicity. Still, Draco was not concerned. The new team was young and inexperienced, but their potential was great. In his opinion, it was the first step in restoring the Malfoy name, something his father had been pressing on him for years. This was an investment for the long-term, and if he couldn’t see it, well-
The door to the pub burst open. The Holyhead Harpies stumbled in to the loud cheers of the patrons. And there she was, surrounded by her teammates: the reason for his presence in this dingy pub tonight.
He caught the bartender’s eye and waved him over. It was time to make his move.
***
“Having fun yet?”
With a huge grin on her flushed face and a glass of wine in one hand, Ginny Weasley dropped down on the stool beside her teammate. “You were absolutely brilliant, Diana!”
Her friend blushed. “You were too, Ginny. You’re the one who got us back in the game. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be celebrating at all tonight.”
“In that case, cheers for all of us!” Ginny shouted as her arm shot up in the air, the contents of her drink threatening to spill out.
The bartender interrupted them. “Here you go,” he said as he pushed a glass of champagne in front of her friend. “From the gentleman in the corner.” Ginny spun around, her brown eyes darkening in irritation as she spied the white-blond head.
“Diana, you can’t be serious!”
“Why not?” Her teammate sent a tentative smile in Draco’s direction and acknowledged the offer by lifting her glass. “Didn’t you hear what he offered Jennings? All that money…” she trailed off with a sigh.
Ginny downed her drink and signaled for another. “Money isn’t everything.”
“Come off it, Ginny! I don’t have my future all planned out like you.” Diana’s eyes flicked downward and Ginny tried to resist the urge to shove her left hand behind her. “I’ve got to think ahead,” she added in a much softer tone before taking another sip of champagne. She shook her head and pasted a smile on her face. “So, who do you think we’ll face in the next match? Maybe-”
Ginny let her friend change the subject. She’d speak to her about Malfoy tomorrow.
***
As Draco stumbled down the dimly lit corridor, he admitted to himself that perhaps he did have a bit too much this time.
Foolish boy. This is not what we expected of you.
His father’s words were still echoing in his mind that he barely heard the screeching noises behind him.
“Huh?” He spun around a touch too quickly and had to put his hand up against the wall to steady himself.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?”
Draco frowned down at Ginny’s flushed face, noting with distaste the smattering of freckles on her rosy cheeks. “Going to the loo?” he answered with a careless shrug.
She huffed impatiently and poked her finger into his chest. “Just stay away from her.”
It took him a moment to figure out what she was talking about. “Jealous?” he sneered, though the effect was somewhat ruined when he nearly tripped over his feet.
She gave an unladylike snort. “Hardly. I wouldn’t play for your team even if you paid me a fortune.”
“Bravo, Weasley! That almost sounded convincing.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “I shouldn’t have bothered. Diana’s not going to accept any offer from you.”
Now that was a challenge. “Is that so?” Draco leaned closer, enough so that he could make out the flecks of gold in her brown eyes. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? “Perhaps a little wager then?”
Interest flickered briefly across her face. “I’m listening,” Ginny said warily.
“If your friend stays with the Harpies, I’ll send the entire team to a spa for a weekend of pampering.” You bitches could definitely use it, he thought to himself. “And,” he added out loud, “I won’t poach any more players.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“If you lose, you’ll come to my flat and be my…” he paused as he searched for the right words, “maid for one night.”
The speculative gleam in her eyes was instantly replaced by outrage. “That’s insane!”
“Ah, so you’re not sure about your friend’s intentions, then?”
“Of course I am,” she shot back. “Fine. It’s a deal,” she huffed before sticking her hand out. Draco had barely wrapped his fingers around hers before she pulled her arm away in disgust and turned away. His lips curled into a smirk as he watched her nicely rounded bum disappear around the corner.
There was absolutely no way he was losing this wager.
***
Ginny paused in front of the door, her finger poised shakily over the ringer. She could simply turn around and go back home. No one knew about the wager; she highly doubted Draco told anyone either.
She chewed on her bottom lip and stared at her feet. She’d never gone back on a bet and she wasn’t about to start now. With a sigh, she leaned heavily on the ringer. A faint buzz sounded behind the door, followed by the tread of footsteps approaching.
Draco seemed surprised to see her. “You’re here,” he stated with faint bemusement.
“Did you think I wouldn’t show up?” She strode past him into the flat, tossing the Daily Prophet, with its headline “Harpy takes up with Malfoy,” at his chest. “Let’s just get on with it, okay?”
He made a mocking bow. “Whatever the lady wants.”
Her palm itched to slap that faint smirk off his face. “So what am I supposed to do?” she demanded crossly. “Cook a five course meal? Iron out the wrinkles in your bedsheets?”
“Oh, nothing that physical, though you’ll definitely be on your toes.” He walked over to a table and picked up a flat box. “But first, you’ll need the proper attire. You can change in the bedroom.” He tilted his head, indicating the door to her left.
“Change?” Ginny asked blankly.
Draco suddenly tossed the box at her. Her deft catch earned her an eyebrow raised in appreciation. Curious, she peeked at the box’s contents.
“Absolutely not.”
He paused in the act of pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “What’s wrong with it?”
Her arms flailed about as she searched for the right words. “It’s…it’s…indecent!”
He shrugged lazily and lifted his glass to his lips. “If you prefer to be nude, that’s fine with me.”
A few seconds ticked by before she let out a screech of outrage. Ginny made sure to slam the bedroom door behind her as hard as she could.
***
Draco had just finished his drink when he heard the door creak open. He turned around and was grateful that he’d placed his empty glass down on the table. It would have been difficult to explain the shards of broken glass if he had not.
Ginny’s head was tilted down as she slipped on the stilettos he’d selected for her and he took advantage of her distraction by letting his gaze wander over her body. Her breasts, creamy and full, threatened to spill out of the black bra. The lacy knickers, with its tiny ruffle of white trimming, showed off the curve of her hips. He followed the long line of her legs, admiring the trim muscles in her calves.
“Happy?” she asked sullenly as she crossed her arms over her chest. His cock twitched inside his trousers. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he muttered under his breath. Seeing her expression darken, he quickly pointed to the well-stocked bar. “Your job is to keep the liquor flowing. My friends-”
“I’m sorry,” she interrupted. “Did you say ‘friends’?”
“Ah, I must have forgotten that part.” Draco gave her his most innocent smile. “I’m hosting a poker game tonight and as I said, you’re to make sure everyone’s glasses are filled with whatever liquid refreshment they desire. He paused, then added in a silky tone, “that shouldn’t be too difficult for you.”
“I absolutely refuse to be humiliated in front of your friends!” Ginny protested hotly.
“And you won’t be. Not with this.” He approached her, holding out a pendant with a dark green stone. “May I?” After nodding her consent, he slipped the pendant around her neck and directed her attention to the mirror above the fireplace.
Ginny gasped in surprise when she saw a statuesque brunette staring back at her. “I don’t know,” she said doubtfully as she studied her reflection. Her right finger rubbed the narrow band of pale skin on her left hand. “How do I know I won’t be assaulted?”
He shrugged and poured himself another whiskey. “You might get a few comments. Maybe Adrian will try to grab your arse. But that’s it. My friends aren’t animals. We won’t gang up on you. Unless of course, that’s what you’re into.” He smirked at her over his glass.
A discreet buzzer interrupted their conversation. “My guests are here. Why don’t you go into the kitchen and make yourself useful?” Draco picked up a tray off the bar and shoved it into her hands before walking to the door. He knew he was taking a risk by turning his back on her when she had a weapon in her hand. To his surprise, the tray wasn’t flung at him. By the time he led his friends into the dining room, Ginny was waiting for them, a seductive smile on her lips and carrying a tray loaded with glasses of champagne.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” she cooed as catcalls and whistles greeted her appearance.
“Malfoy, you dog.” Blaise Zabini thumped him on the shoulder before making his way to Ginny’s side.
“Yeah, she’s much better than that house-elf you borrowed from your mum.” Adrian Pucey leered at her and Ginny giggled in return. The high-pitched sound set Draco’s teeth on edge.
He endured a few minutes of watching his friends chat her up before he finally had enough. Draco slammed his empty glass on the table top. “Can we get started?” he asked tersely.
His friends shot each other curious looks before dispersing quickly and finding their seats. As Ginny passed him, he thrust his glass into her hand. “Get me another one.”
Irritation flashed briefly in her eyes, but she only murmured, “Of course, sir,” and made a little curtsy before walking away.
Draco sighed as he took his place at the table. Maybe he should’ve asked for the entire bottle.
***
While she would never admit it to Draco, Ginny felt incredibly sexy in the lingerie and shoes he’d provided for her. Her behavior shocked her just a bit. It had to be the influence of the pendant that hung around her neck, she was sure of it. After all, the girl who flirted outrageously, who swiveled her hips as she walked around the table wasn’t Ginny Weasley. Didn’t even look like her.
So she took full advantage of the anonymity provided by the pendant. Ginny made sure that each man had a good look at her cleavage as she bent over to refill his glass. Her fingers trailed over each shoulder as she made her rounds. And she allowed Pucey’s hand to rest on her bum a few seconds longer before swatting him away with a wink.
Everyone seemed charmed by her. Except for Draco, whose eyes flashed with irritation every time she giggled and flirted with his friends. His distraction cost him, as the pile of Galleons in front of him dwindled to practically nothing.
“Looks like you’ll have to call it a night, Draco,” Theodore Nott remarked as he shuffled the cards and prepared to deal them out.
“Oh, why is that?”
“Are you blind, mate? You don’t have enough.”
“I think there’s still something I can toss in.” Draco reached out, wrapped his arm around Ginny’s waist, and pulled her onto his lap. His mouth nuzzled her ear. “Why don’t you be a good girl and take off that bra.” He slid his finger underneath the chain around her neck and tugged on it lightly. The wordless threat was clear to her.
Ginny’s smile was frozen on her face. “As you wish, Mr. Malfoy.” She reached behind her, unhooked the clasp, and pulled off the bra, flinging it on top of the huge mound of Galleons in the middle of the table. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around her and kept her head high despite the dropped jaws and huge eyes across from her.
“Fuck, they’re magnificent,” breathed Adrian, his cards hanging limply from his fingers.
“Can we get on with it? Call!” Draco snapped as his arm curled possessively around her waist.
Ginny held her breath as the cards were revealed. The sacrifice of her bra was for nothing, as Draco’s hand was pathetically poor.
“You were bluffing with a pair of Queens?” Theodore shook his head as he collected his winnings. “Really bad luck tonight, Draco. Maybe you should sit this one out.”
Draco knocked back his drink. “I can still ante up.” He pushed Ginny off his lap and began to tug down her knickers.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked as she slapped his hands away.
“You’re mine for the evening,” he said coolly, ignoring the waves of fury radiating from her. “So please, off with the knickers.”
“Uh, that’s okay, Draco. It’s getting late.” His friends, seemingly uncomfortable with the tension in the room, hurriedly gathered their winnings and practically rushed out the door.
The silence in the wake of his friends’ departure was broken by a loud crack. With a bemused look on his face, Draco rubbed at the red, palm-sized mark on his cheek.
“Pig,” Ginny hissed as she shielded her breasts.
“Please. You were enjoying yourself.” He walked over to the bar and grabbed the nearly empty bottle of whiskey. “Does Potter know what a slut his fiancée is?” he added with a smirk as he finished off the bottle.
“Don’t bring Harry into this,” she cried as she flew at him, her fist swinging wildly.
Draco dropped the bottle and caught her wrist. He hauled her up against him and bent her arm behind her back. His eyes dropped to her heaving chest and the pendant that glittered just above her breasts. He reached up and snapped the chain, tossing it aside.
“Hmm…they are magnificent,” he murmured before he captured her mouth. Ginny whimpered as she tried to twist away from him, but his arms snaked tightly around her. Draco buried his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back firmly, forcing her mouth to open beneath his
as she gasped in shock. His tongue was as insistent as the hard thigh forcing her legs open.
“As much as I’d like to fuck you right here-”
Draco lifted her into his arms and carried her off to his bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously on top of the bed. Suddenly free, Ginny tried to scramble away from him.
“No, you don’t,” he growled, catching her ankle in one hand and yanking her back to him. He pulled her up and held her tight against his chest, her naked back pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt.
She tried one more time. “Draco, you’re drunk,” she pleaded.
He acted as if he didn’t hear her. “You look fucking sexy on my bed, Ginny. And don’t tell me you don’t want it.” He trailed a line of hard, sucking kisses along her neck as he tugged her knickers down, his fingers sliding easily over her slick flesh. “Mmm…slut indeed,” Draco said as she moaned in protest.
Taking her chin in his hand, he directed her gaze at the mirror over his dresser. “Have a look, Ginny.”
Her eyes widened in shock. She tried to turn away but it was too late; the image was burned into her mind. The contrast between her naked body and his fully clothed one was intensely erotic. One arm was draped over her hip, his hand buried between her thighs. His thumb traced over her kiss-swollen lips before dropping down to curve around her breast. He captured her nipple between his fingers and roughly pulled on it.
Ginny shivered lightly as the sensation shot straight to her cunt. “Don’t,” she groaned even as her hips shifted and her thighs splayed open in invitation.
His laughter, low, dark, and mocking, rang in her ears. “Ginny, Ginny…” Draco withdrew his fingers from her cunt. A tiny moan of protest escaped from her lips. “Maybe later I’ll have a little taste. But for now…”
He pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees, then positioned himself between her legs. She felt him fumble with his trousers, and then the tip of his cock was pushing against her. In one hard thrust, Draco was buried deep inside her. Her lips fell open in a silent scream.
“Do you know why I like this position the best, Ginevra?” She shook her head wordlessly as Draco pulled out slowly. “I like having my hands free. I can pull on your tits like this.” He rolled a stiff nipple between his fingers. “Or I can play with your clit.” Her breath hissed inward as his fingers dipped between her thighs. “Mmm…you like that don’t you?” With his cock just barely inside her, Draco continued to play with her until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please…oh God, please,” she moaned, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or to go on.
A roar of triumph filled her ears as he dug his fingers into her hips and slammed his cock into her. His thrusts were brutal, rough, but she welcomed them. Ginny’s fingers grasped the sheets tightly as she arched her back and spread her knees wider, her body inviting him to fuck her senseless.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her ear as he rolled her clit between his fingers. Her cunt squeezed hard around him as her world exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. She felt his teeth on the back of her neck as he buried his cry of release against her sweat-slicked skin. With a groan, Ginny collapsed onto the rumpled sheets, Draco’s body resting heavily on top of her. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to slide out from underneath him, but he misunderstood her actions.
“Ready for more?” he leered at her, his hand stroking his cock idly.
“That would a no.” She pushed at his shoulders but Draco only laughed as he stripped off his shirt. He turned Ginny over onto her back and settled between her legs. His tongue traced lazy spirals on her belly. “What are you doing?” she gasped out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“I told you I wanted a taste.” He dropped a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Ginny fell back, closed her eyes, and spread her legs wider.
She had a feeling she wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.