Fic: The Gift Giver - 1/1 - Draco/Ginny - MA
Title: The Gift Giver
Author: HumbugGirl
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Rating: MA (NC-17, FR21)
Prompt: 11 - Bathroom
Word Count: 4,836
Summary: “He clutched the piece of parchment tightly, his fingertips whitening as he reread the message again and wondered at Ginny’s gall.”
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Story #3 of an as yet untitled mini-series. Previous stories listed below...
1: Positions of Power
2: The Secret Keeper
Ever since he had climbed out of the carriage that had brought him down from Hogwarts to the train station, Draco had been able to feel her eyes on him. They unswervingly tracked his progress as he stalked along the platform, his trunk hovering along behind him. They followed him right up until the point he found himself a clear spot on the platform and stopped. When he had turned around however, Ginny had quickly looked away, leaving him staring at her with a sinking feeling deep inside his chest.
When the whistle had blown, signalling that the last of the stragglers should climb on board the Hogwarts train, Draco had once again sensed that Ginny was watching him, this time from over by where she was standing while queuing to get onto the train. The knowledge made him clench his jaw as an increasingly familiar feeling of longing began to seep through him. He was instantly irritated with himself; the Christmas holidays were already going to be lonely enough without adding a desire to see Ginny into the mix.
The thought very nearly made him snort. ‘Seeing’ Ginny was the root of his problem, but it was not the entire problem. No, that lay in the fact that seeing Ginny led to wanting to touch Ginny, which led to wanting to grope her, taste her, bite her, and watch her while she climaxed. It led to wanting rub up against her hand or her breasts or her arse until he came.
Fighting back the rush of memories, of images, that accompanied such thoughts, Draco deposited his trunk in the luggage car and then joined the throng of people who were hunting through the train for seats. He discarded the idea of sitting with the congregation of Slytherins at the back of the train, and instead headed further forwards. With any luck then he would be able to find an empty compartment - or at least one with a few first or second years that would be easy to scare away. He needed to be alone right now, with no distractions, so that he could school his emotions into a more regulated state. It would not do to arrive in London and be greeted by his mother while so distracted. His mother was an extraordinarily perceptive woman, and Draco knew that he would be lucky to escape without a few carefully crafted questions during the journey back to Wiltshire anyway.
Eventually, he found a compartment containing only a trio of Hufflepuff second years. They all turned to look at him simultaneously, and a second later identical looks of apprehension crossed their features. Draco dropped onto the heavily cushioned seat and glared at the smallest - a slight creature with mousy hair - until the boy flinched and started to shrink back. He raised a speculative eyebrow and the boy visibly paled, making Draco smirk. It would not be long before the younger students decided that it would be better to find somewhere else to sit.
Settling back onto the seat, Draco let his head fall back against the headrest before turning to peer out of the window. He stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle and blocking the aisle.
Almost immediately, the door rattled open, startling not just the three younger students but Draco as well. Feeling a flicker of annoyance, he turned to glare at whoever was stood in the door only to freeze when he met Ginny’s eyes. The redhead looked at him for a second and then turned to glance around at the three younger students. Draco found himself frowning before he could stop it, surprised by her apparent indifference to his presence.
“Nope, none in here,” she announced suddenly to whoever was standing behind her, and then turned to leave. Draco’s frown deepened even further when he noticed a small piece of parchment escape her grasp and start fluttering towards the floor.
His hand darted out quickly, catching it before it could touch the ground. Sitting back, he glared at the Hufflepuffs as they watched him curiously. After narrowing his eyes briefly, he then turned his attention to the piece of parchment, feeling his heart skip a beat when he saw what was written on it.
‘Meet me in the loo in fifteen minutes, Gin.’
Strangely, he was not surprised. He did not doubt that the message was intended for him. The manner in which Ginny had been watching him on the platform had suggested that she might try to speak to him. He clutched the piece of parchment tightly, his fingertips whitening as he reread the message again and wondered at Ginny’s gall. Anyone could have read the message if he had not noticed it in time.
For a second, he contemplated ignoring the note. Then a traitorous little part of his mind, the part that had been considering just how much he wanted to see Ginny, reminded him that it might be entirely too long before he had the chance to do so again. It was not as if he could politely inform his mother that he was going to visit a Weasley - not that he would be exactly welcome if he tried to do so. He was well aware of how grateful he should be that there were none of her brothers left at school.
Draco folded the note and slipped it into his robes, returning to gazing out of the window while once again trying to calm his thoughts. Within seconds, he was again thinking of the note in his pocket. It seemed heavy and furthermore it seemed to be burning a hole in the thick material. By the time that ten minutes had passed, Draco’s feet were twitching and he could no longer deny the fact that he was going to have to go and meet Ginny whether he wanted to or not.
Stiffly, he stood, startling the second years. They had collected together in a huddle against the far wall, and had been trying very hard to avoid his notice ever since the train had finally pulled away from the station. Draco barely noticed them. He simply turned and headed towards the door.
Stepping out into the corridor, he looked from one end to the other, trying to ascertain which bathroom Ginny had meant when she had written the note. There were several on the train, placed intermittently along the length of it. The closest, he decided, was the most logical solution.
He stalked down the corridor towards it, skirting around a pair of fifth year Gryffindor girls who eyed him with interest as he passed. Ginny was nowhere in sight as he reached the bathroom door, so he tried it and finding it unlocked, he stepped inside the small room. He was barely inside the door when it opened again, buffeting him in the back and forcing him to take a quick step forwards. Spinning around, he found the back of a familiar red haired girl, and tried to ignore the instant mixture of relief and excitement that he felt. There was a click as the door locked and then Ginny turned to look at him.
“I didn’t see you in the corridor. Where were you?” Draco asked.
“I was hiding next door,” she replied, smiling gently.
“Wasn’t there some Ravenclaws in there?”
Ginny nodded, biting her lip lightly. “They gave me some pretty strange looks when I darted out, but I doubt that they suspect why.”
Draco nodded his agreement. They had been careful. Ever since their odd little relationship had begun, they had been incredibly cautious - ensuring that no one would even begin to suspect that there was anything going on between them. As unlikely as any form of relationship between a Malfoy and a Weasley might seem, Draco knew that if anything unusual had been noticed about the way in which they had been behaving towards each other, then it would be all over the school within a day. It would be a massive scandal, and as a consequence it would instantly become believable. People believed what they wanted to, and if they decided that the thought of he and Ginny together was entertaining then they would instantly think that it was possible. Since neither of them wanted everyone to find out, they had become rather adept at sneaking around.
“You were taking a risk - dropping that note,” Draco observed.
Ginny flushed, slightly embarrassed. She lowered her eyes and said, “I know. But I wanted to… to see you one last time before the holidays started.” She broke off, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small, brilliant wrapped package. Holding it out to him, she said, “There you go.”
“What is it?” Draco asked, taking it from her. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting the off-white paper. There were stylised drawings of sprigs of holly all over it and a small bow attached to one corner.
“It’s a Christmas present, of course,” she said shyly.
“Oh… I didn’t… I mean, I would have but I didn’t think that we were…”
“It’s okay,” Ginny interrupted. “I wasn’t going to get you anything either but I noticed it when I was doing the rest of my shopping, so I…” She trailed off and waved her hand towards the package he was holding. Draco glanced down at it once more and then tucked it safely into his pocket.
“Thanks,” he said uneasily.
A small smile tilted up the corners of Ginny’s lips. “Don’t open it until Christmas,” she instructed him soundly marginally more confident.
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me?” he teased, taking a small step towards her. The bathroom was only small and the small movement left him standing over her, looking down at her. He was so close that he could smell the floral scent of the shampoo that she used. It floated up from her hair and he had to resist bending slightly to inhale deeply.
She flushed again, a ruddy colour spreading rapidly over her cheeks in a charming fashion. There was something about Ginny when she became embarrassed that Draco could not help but find attractive. She would become bashful, shy, lowering her eyes and biting her lip nervously. It was a huge contrast to how she was normally, and Draco had realised that it was just another facet to her personality. He had never imagined that he would have enjoyed the thought of getting to know a Weasley.
Shifting her feet slightly, Ginny said shakily, “You know I trust you, Draco. If I didn’t then I wouldn’t let you do half the things that we’ve done together.”
She turned her eyes away, looking instead towards the wall away to her right. Draco stared at her openly, seeing anxiety flicker through her eyes. He reached out, taking hold of her upper arm to catch her attention.
“You called me ‘Draco’,” he said when she looked at him again.
Ginny froze, her eyes widening. “Sorry…”
“No! It’s okay,” he told her quickly. “I don’t mind. Just… just don’t slip up and call me it when there is anyone else around.”
“I won’t,” Ginny said quickly, looking exceptionally pleased. Her eyes sparkled slightly as she added, “I did have another reason for wanting to see you.”
Draco smirked at the impression in her voice and eyes. It was all too obvious what the other reason why she had gone to such lengths to contact him was, and Draco had to admit that it was one he was rather pleased about. Ever since he had spied her on the platform, he had been thinking about how good it would feel to have her underneath his fingers again. Now, apparently, he was going to get his wish.
He reached out, dropping his hands to her hips and yanking her towards him. Ginny came easily enough, wrapping her arms around his neck and going up on her tiptoes in order to kiss him soundly. Draco groaned into her mouth, feeling his body quicken even as the redhead slipped her tongue into his mouth. He shifted his grip from her hips to her bottom, lifting her against the door.
Ginny squealed and wriggled out of his grasp, leaving him hanging as she stumbled and nearly fell. He stared at her in astonishment as she recovered her balance and her hands flew to cover her bottom. She rubbed it slowly, eyes downcast and with a small pout on her lips.
“What?” he exclaimed in shock. “What did I do?”
“My bottom hurts,” she admitted quietly after a pause.
“What? Why?”
Ginny rolled her eyes, peering up at him from under her eyelashes, still rubbing her bottom slowly. Her gaze was full of meaning and it slowly dawned on Draco what she meant.
Draco frowned, grabbing her arm and swiftly spinning her around before she could protest. He manoeuvred her until she was stood in front of her small sink and grasped the back of her skirt.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he yanked it up to reveal her knickers.
“Salazar,” he breathed. “Look at your thighs!” Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her knickers, he drew them down over her bottom and hissed. “Are these from the other day?” he demanded, eyes dancing over the sporadic pattern of bruises covering her bottom. They had faded slightly, but they were still dark enough for Draco to be able to tell that they would be painful even without her exclamation.
“Ginny!” he snapped when she did not immediately respond.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh, her voice strained.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he said, lightly running his fingertips over the marks, tracing them. He thought that he could make out the vague outline of his hand but he could not be positive. Even the thought that it might have been there, however, was enough to make him uncomfortable. “I didn’t think that I’d hit you that hard,” he mumbled, not sure whether he wanted Ginny to hear him speak or not.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said swiftly, meeting his eyes in the mirror that was positioned above the sink. In the reflection, she appeared utterly sincere - something which worried Draco more than he cared to admit and for reasons that he could not quite determine.
“This doesn’t matter?” he replied, digging his fingers lightly into the flesh and watching her wince a little. Her buttocks tightened and she shifted forwards a little, pulling away from his touch. “You should have told me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, as if questioning what exactly he meant. Draco sighed, suddenly feeling rather tired. “Not like this,” he told her firmly, once again letting his fingers move over the flesh to demonstrate his point.
Ginny pursed her lips, tearing her eyes away from his in the mirror. She hesitated for a second, then turned around and placed her hands on his waist, slipping her hands inside his robes and pulling him closer. “They’ll fade, Draco,” she told him, “and they don’t hurt that much. It was just a surprise when you grabbed me - that’s all.”
He scowled slightly, peering down at Ginny’s face while trying to discern exactly what it was he saw there. If anything, she looked hopeful that he would quickly forget whatever concerns he had been developing. That also made him uncomfortable.
Her fingers were moving against his sides, massaging them through his shirt. It was blatantly obvious that she was attempting to distract him, and she was very nearly succeeding in doing so. Ginny was a quick study, and in the time since they had first embarked on their strange relationship, she had picked up easily on what he did and did not like. Every time that they managed to get together, it seemed that she had refined her way of keeping him interested a little more.
Once again, Ginny went up on her toes. This time, she placed a small kiss on the line of his jaw, lightly sucking on the taut skin before skipping down slightly to place another next to the first. Draco did nothing, opting to allow her to continue with the small caresses until she moved to his throat. She found the delicate, ticklish, little spot there that inevitably made his blood surge and manipulated it with the tip of her tongue. It drew a groan from him before Draco could prevent it.
She brought a hand up, placing it flat on the other side of his neck in order to hold his head in place so that she could continue her exploration. It seemed odd, letting Ginny take control of the situation. Normally it would have been him who was the aggressor - holding her, manoeuvring her, instructing her on what to do. He stood stiffly, shivering slightly with anticipation as he waited to see what she would do next. It was taking all his self-control not to simply grab her and kiss her firmly, especially since it felt like an eternity since she had joined him in the bathroom. Before long, someone was bound to approach the door and attempt to gain entry.
Ginny’s hand dropped from his neck and returned to its previous position. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband and slipping her hands underneath the rumpled material. Her fingertips lingered only briefly however, before they reappeared. She reached for the buttons, plucking at them until they opened and Draco felt a rush of cool air hit his heated flesh, tightening his nipples. Despite the warming charms that had been placed on the train, there was still enough cold air seeping in from the window to make the tiny room frigid.
Instinctively, Draco reached for her, but once again she batted his hands away. “Ginny,” he growled deeply, earning himself a quick, sparkling look from the redhead.
Going up on her toes, she kissed him quickly while bringing her hands up to trace over the lines of his stomach. The muscles twitched underneath his skin and Draco felt his heart begin to beat faster. He leant forwards into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Ginny’s tongue sweeping along the seam of his lips even as the pads of her thumbs brushed over his nipples. He groaned into her mouth when she pinched one and rolled it between her finger and thumb.
Before she could protest again, Draco grabbed hold of her hips, lifting her and depositing her on the edge of the sink. Ginny let out a startled cry that the blonde immediately muffled with his mouth, conscious that she might be heard by anyone walking by outside. So far they had been speaking quietly, so it had not matter that neither had cast a silencing charm on the bathroom, but Draco knew that they were both likely to get considerably louder before they left the little room.
The thought made him grin against Ginny’s lips. His little redheaded kitten could be quite vocal when she wanted to be - and even when she did not. He had grown quickly used to the endearing little noises she made as he brought her to a climax, an event which was generally accompanied by a loud cry on her part.
She wobbled on the edge of the sink and grabbed hold of his arm in order to steady herself. Draco knew that the hard porcelain rim had to bite into her bum as she perched on it, but the sounds that Ginny made were encouraging enough that he was happily able to push the thought to the back of his mind. Instead, he returned the favour by helping her to pull her jumper up over her head and then part her shirt, revealing the simple, practical bra that she was wearing. Greedily, he savoured the sight of her full breasts straining against the fabric encasing them, lingering over the way that her nipples jutted through it. Dipping his head, Draco sucked on one of the swollen points until the material covering it was sodden with his saliva.
Ginny hooked her ankles around the backs of his thighs, further steadying her precariously balanced frame, but also ensuring that he was abruptly firmly pressed against the heat between her legs. He automatically thrust against her slightly, letting her feel his own arousal as his cock stirred, enjoying the contact with her body.
For a minute, they battled for dominance - Draco longing to prolong the attention he had been paying her breasts and Ginny struggling to apply her lips to his chest. She wriggled in his arms, nearly unseating herself in the process so that ultimately, she was forced to abruptly tighten her legs around him to regain her balance.
“Naughty,” he murmured against her skin, wincing as she slid a hand up his neck and used her nails to nip at the back of it.
Ginny gave him an appropriately chastised look, though Draco doubted that it was sincere. She had achieved her aim and managed to make him relinquish his hold on her breast. Now she quickly darted in to worry his nipple with the tip of her tongue while running her hands over the remainder of his exposed flesh. Draco sucked in a long deep breath when her fingers ventured to his belt buckle, and then again when she began to tug it open.
He peered down at her, studying the way that her brilliant hair fell loosely around her face and shoulders and shivering every time she shifted and it brushed, feather-light, against his chest. Occasionally, she glanced up at him, her gaze heated as she sucked or nipped gently with her teeth.
He moved against her, rubbing himself against her crotch until he felt her finally manage to unfasten his belt. Soon after, his trousers were slithering down his legs as Ginny’s small hands pushed them out of the way. Feeling another groan rumble up from somewhere deep inside his body, Draco threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck to an assault from him lips as he did so. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around the petite girl, lifting her against him, and then buried his face in her shoulder while thrusting his hips forwards. A small mewing sound erupted from Ginny’s throat and she squeezed her legs firmly around him once again, rubbing against him in a deliciously furious yet ungainly fashion.
Breathing hard, Draco pressed himself hard against her crotch. Her thighs felt damp against his, her knickers wet. He longed to rip them away, shed his boxers, and then sink into the writhing girl balanced on the edge of the sink. He knew that he would not be able to, however. Despite how intimate they had become with each other, they had yet to take the final step and actually have sex together. Indeed, Ginny had not given any indicated that she would be ready to do so any time soon either. It seemed as if letting him take her was just one step too far for her.
Right at that moment, Draco now felt like he would give anything to sink fully into her body once and for all. He wanted to know what it would feel like to be so completely enveloped by the beautiful girl that he held in his arms. He wanted to know how she would look like when she came with his cock buried deep inside her.
A long groan emerged from him as images of sweat glistening on ruddy skin and Ginny’s face slack with pleasure rippled through his mind. His cock twitched, and suddenly his orgasm was on him, making him grunt and drive his swollen member against Ginny’s crotch. He came with a growl, biting down on Ginny’s shoulder and making her shriek. It was only after he had managed to calm his breathing again that he realised Ginny was whispering his name feverishly, hoarsely, and that there was a odd, slightly tangy taste in his mouth.
He drew back, taking in her flushed features while he tried to give the suddenly slack muscles of his legs time to recover. Ginny’s eyes were closed, her head tilted back against the mirror above the sink, and there was a broad grin on her lips that made her appear utterly satisfied. The angle at which she was slumped thrust her breasts forwards. They heaved appealingly as she fought to catch her breath, making Draco want to lean down and nuzzle them. As he lowered his head to do so however, his eyes caught sight of a flicker of deep red on her shoulder that should not have been there.
He froze, knowing instantly what had happened. Draco reached up, running his fingers lightly over the suddenly tender spot while frowning deeply. “I broke the skin,” he said mechanically. The region around the bite was already bruising, turning a deep purple-black colour.
Ginny jerked, trying for a moment to see what he was talking about until she realised it was impossible. Instead, she brought a hand up and touched the spot. After a second, she said, “It’s nothing, Draco. It’ll heal. And besides, I kind of liked it.”
His grey eyes swept up to her face, noting the fact that she appeared rather embarrassed by her admission. Draco took his hand from her shoulder and used it to smooth her hair away from her eyes before gently stroking her cheek. Ginny leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and a content look passing onto her features.
“You’re beautiful,” he blurted out before he knew what he was doing. Ginny’s eyes flew open and Draco felt his cheeks begin to glow as he quickly redirected his gaze away from her.
To his relief, Ginny made no immediate reply to his comment. Instead, she hesitated for a moment and then said rather shyly, “I’m going to miss you over Christmas.”
Surprise flitted over Draco’s features even as a sense of intense satisfaction rolled through him. The thought of going back to Wiltshire was, in truth, far from appealing. Ahead of him was a long, lonely Christmas with only his mother for company, and the distinct possibility of a meeting with Voldemort. It was enough to make dread fill the even the strongest mind. The prospect had left him in a less than wonderful mood over the past few days - one that had not been helped by the knowledge that Ginny was going to be spending a couple of weeks in the loving company of her family. With his luck, Potter would probably be there as well. He had half convinced himself that by the time she came back, she would have decided to end things with him once and for all. As much as he hated it admit it, the thought of spending the remainder of his time at Hogwarts without having Ginny’s arms to crawl into had been surprisingly upsetting.
Draco let out a long shaky breath and cupped Ginny’s cheek once more. He leaned forwards, pressing his lips tightly against hers. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and Draco found that he did not want it to end.
It was Ginny who was the one to eventually pull back. She tore her mouth away, breathing hard and letting out a small musical laugh. Reaching up, she smoothed his hair back affectionately before finally allowing her legs to relax and release him.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” she said, gesturing down towards her thighs.
“Can’t spend the entire journey in the bathroom,” Draco agreed with a small nod. He was abruptly uncomfortably aware of the mess inside his boxers.
Ginny hopped down from the sink, grabbing hold of his arm as the train suddenly lurched and she nearly fell over. Draco held onto her until the movement of the train was once again smooth, then dug out his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on them both. As Ginny smoothed down her skirt and worked on fastening her shirt, Draco pulled up his trousers. He had just finished refastening the fly when he became aware of Ginny’s dark eyes resting on him again.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, blushing slightly. Draco smirked knowingly, letting his hand linger on the button on the waistband of his trousers. Ginny’s eyes darkened slightly and she bit her lip before pulling in a shuddering breath. “So… So I guess I should probably get going.” She hesitated and then added, “I’ll see you after the hols, then.”
Draco nodded but made no other reply.
“Draco…” she began and then stopped, appearing to change her mind about whatever she had been about to say. Instead, she stepped swiftly forwards and laid a small kiss on his cheek. “Don’t open your present early,” she told him, then slipped out the door.
END
Read the sequel: The Seeker's Reward
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Author: HumbugGirl
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Rating: MA (NC-17, FR21)
Prompt: 11 - Bathroom
Word Count: 4,836
Summary: “He clutched the piece of parchment tightly, his fingertips whitening as he reread the message again and wondered at Ginny’s gall.”
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Story #3 of an as yet untitled mini-series. Previous stories listed below...
1: Positions of Power
2: The Secret Keeper
Ever since he had climbed out of the carriage that had brought him down from Hogwarts to the train station, Draco had been able to feel her eyes on him. They unswervingly tracked his progress as he stalked along the platform, his trunk hovering along behind him. They followed him right up until the point he found himself a clear spot on the platform and stopped. When he had turned around however, Ginny had quickly looked away, leaving him staring at her with a sinking feeling deep inside his chest.
When the whistle had blown, signalling that the last of the stragglers should climb on board the Hogwarts train, Draco had once again sensed that Ginny was watching him, this time from over by where she was standing while queuing to get onto the train. The knowledge made him clench his jaw as an increasingly familiar feeling of longing began to seep through him. He was instantly irritated with himself; the Christmas holidays were already going to be lonely enough without adding a desire to see Ginny into the mix.
The thought very nearly made him snort. ‘Seeing’ Ginny was the root of his problem, but it was not the entire problem. No, that lay in the fact that seeing Ginny led to wanting to touch Ginny, which led to wanting to grope her, taste her, bite her, and watch her while she climaxed. It led to wanting rub up against her hand or her breasts or her arse until he came.
Fighting back the rush of memories, of images, that accompanied such thoughts, Draco deposited his trunk in the luggage car and then joined the throng of people who were hunting through the train for seats. He discarded the idea of sitting with the congregation of Slytherins at the back of the train, and instead headed further forwards. With any luck then he would be able to find an empty compartment - or at least one with a few first or second years that would be easy to scare away. He needed to be alone right now, with no distractions, so that he could school his emotions into a more regulated state. It would not do to arrive in London and be greeted by his mother while so distracted. His mother was an extraordinarily perceptive woman, and Draco knew that he would be lucky to escape without a few carefully crafted questions during the journey back to Wiltshire anyway.
Eventually, he found a compartment containing only a trio of Hufflepuff second years. They all turned to look at him simultaneously, and a second later identical looks of apprehension crossed their features. Draco dropped onto the heavily cushioned seat and glared at the smallest - a slight creature with mousy hair - until the boy flinched and started to shrink back. He raised a speculative eyebrow and the boy visibly paled, making Draco smirk. It would not be long before the younger students decided that it would be better to find somewhere else to sit.
Settling back onto the seat, Draco let his head fall back against the headrest before turning to peer out of the window. He stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle and blocking the aisle.
Almost immediately, the door rattled open, startling not just the three younger students but Draco as well. Feeling a flicker of annoyance, he turned to glare at whoever was stood in the door only to freeze when he met Ginny’s eyes. The redhead looked at him for a second and then turned to glance around at the three younger students. Draco found himself frowning before he could stop it, surprised by her apparent indifference to his presence.
“Nope, none in here,” she announced suddenly to whoever was standing behind her, and then turned to leave. Draco’s frown deepened even further when he noticed a small piece of parchment escape her grasp and start fluttering towards the floor.
His hand darted out quickly, catching it before it could touch the ground. Sitting back, he glared at the Hufflepuffs as they watched him curiously. After narrowing his eyes briefly, he then turned his attention to the piece of parchment, feeling his heart skip a beat when he saw what was written on it.
‘Meet me in the loo in fifteen minutes, Gin.’
Strangely, he was not surprised. He did not doubt that the message was intended for him. The manner in which Ginny had been watching him on the platform had suggested that she might try to speak to him. He clutched the piece of parchment tightly, his fingertips whitening as he reread the message again and wondered at Ginny’s gall. Anyone could have read the message if he had not noticed it in time.
For a second, he contemplated ignoring the note. Then a traitorous little part of his mind, the part that had been considering just how much he wanted to see Ginny, reminded him that it might be entirely too long before he had the chance to do so again. It was not as if he could politely inform his mother that he was going to visit a Weasley - not that he would be exactly welcome if he tried to do so. He was well aware of how grateful he should be that there were none of her brothers left at school.
Draco folded the note and slipped it into his robes, returning to gazing out of the window while once again trying to calm his thoughts. Within seconds, he was again thinking of the note in his pocket. It seemed heavy and furthermore it seemed to be burning a hole in the thick material. By the time that ten minutes had passed, Draco’s feet were twitching and he could no longer deny the fact that he was going to have to go and meet Ginny whether he wanted to or not.
Stiffly, he stood, startling the second years. They had collected together in a huddle against the far wall, and had been trying very hard to avoid his notice ever since the train had finally pulled away from the station. Draco barely noticed them. He simply turned and headed towards the door.
Stepping out into the corridor, he looked from one end to the other, trying to ascertain which bathroom Ginny had meant when she had written the note. There were several on the train, placed intermittently along the length of it. The closest, he decided, was the most logical solution.
He stalked down the corridor towards it, skirting around a pair of fifth year Gryffindor girls who eyed him with interest as he passed. Ginny was nowhere in sight as he reached the bathroom door, so he tried it and finding it unlocked, he stepped inside the small room. He was barely inside the door when it opened again, buffeting him in the back and forcing him to take a quick step forwards. Spinning around, he found the back of a familiar red haired girl, and tried to ignore the instant mixture of relief and excitement that he felt. There was a click as the door locked and then Ginny turned to look at him.
“I didn’t see you in the corridor. Where were you?” Draco asked.
“I was hiding next door,” she replied, smiling gently.
“Wasn’t there some Ravenclaws in there?”
Ginny nodded, biting her lip lightly. “They gave me some pretty strange looks when I darted out, but I doubt that they suspect why.”
Draco nodded his agreement. They had been careful. Ever since their odd little relationship had begun, they had been incredibly cautious - ensuring that no one would even begin to suspect that there was anything going on between them. As unlikely as any form of relationship between a Malfoy and a Weasley might seem, Draco knew that if anything unusual had been noticed about the way in which they had been behaving towards each other, then it would be all over the school within a day. It would be a massive scandal, and as a consequence it would instantly become believable. People believed what they wanted to, and if they decided that the thought of he and Ginny together was entertaining then they would instantly think that it was possible. Since neither of them wanted everyone to find out, they had become rather adept at sneaking around.
“You were taking a risk - dropping that note,” Draco observed.
Ginny flushed, slightly embarrassed. She lowered her eyes and said, “I know. But I wanted to… to see you one last time before the holidays started.” She broke off, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small, brilliant wrapped package. Holding it out to him, she said, “There you go.”
“What is it?” Draco asked, taking it from her. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting the off-white paper. There were stylised drawings of sprigs of holly all over it and a small bow attached to one corner.
“It’s a Christmas present, of course,” she said shyly.
“Oh… I didn’t… I mean, I would have but I didn’t think that we were…”
“It’s okay,” Ginny interrupted. “I wasn’t going to get you anything either but I noticed it when I was doing the rest of my shopping, so I…” She trailed off and waved her hand towards the package he was holding. Draco glanced down at it once more and then tucked it safely into his pocket.
“Thanks,” he said uneasily.
A small smile tilted up the corners of Ginny’s lips. “Don’t open it until Christmas,” she instructed him soundly marginally more confident.
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me?” he teased, taking a small step towards her. The bathroom was only small and the small movement left him standing over her, looking down at her. He was so close that he could smell the floral scent of the shampoo that she used. It floated up from her hair and he had to resist bending slightly to inhale deeply.
She flushed again, a ruddy colour spreading rapidly over her cheeks in a charming fashion. There was something about Ginny when she became embarrassed that Draco could not help but find attractive. She would become bashful, shy, lowering her eyes and biting her lip nervously. It was a huge contrast to how she was normally, and Draco had realised that it was just another facet to her personality. He had never imagined that he would have enjoyed the thought of getting to know a Weasley.
Shifting her feet slightly, Ginny said shakily, “You know I trust you, Draco. If I didn’t then I wouldn’t let you do half the things that we’ve done together.”
She turned her eyes away, looking instead towards the wall away to her right. Draco stared at her openly, seeing anxiety flicker through her eyes. He reached out, taking hold of her upper arm to catch her attention.
“You called me ‘Draco’,” he said when she looked at him again.
Ginny froze, her eyes widening. “Sorry…”
“No! It’s okay,” he told her quickly. “I don’t mind. Just… just don’t slip up and call me it when there is anyone else around.”
“I won’t,” Ginny said quickly, looking exceptionally pleased. Her eyes sparkled slightly as she added, “I did have another reason for wanting to see you.”
Draco smirked at the impression in her voice and eyes. It was all too obvious what the other reason why she had gone to such lengths to contact him was, and Draco had to admit that it was one he was rather pleased about. Ever since he had spied her on the platform, he had been thinking about how good it would feel to have her underneath his fingers again. Now, apparently, he was going to get his wish.
He reached out, dropping his hands to her hips and yanking her towards him. Ginny came easily enough, wrapping her arms around his neck and going up on her tiptoes in order to kiss him soundly. Draco groaned into her mouth, feeling his body quicken even as the redhead slipped her tongue into his mouth. He shifted his grip from her hips to her bottom, lifting her against the door.
Ginny squealed and wriggled out of his grasp, leaving him hanging as she stumbled and nearly fell. He stared at her in astonishment as she recovered her balance and her hands flew to cover her bottom. She rubbed it slowly, eyes downcast and with a small pout on her lips.
“What?” he exclaimed in shock. “What did I do?”
“My bottom hurts,” she admitted quietly after a pause.
“What? Why?”
Ginny rolled her eyes, peering up at him from under her eyelashes, still rubbing her bottom slowly. Her gaze was full of meaning and it slowly dawned on Draco what she meant.
Draco frowned, grabbing her arm and swiftly spinning her around before she could protest. He manoeuvred her until she was stood in front of her small sink and grasped the back of her skirt.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he yanked it up to reveal her knickers.
“Salazar,” he breathed. “Look at your thighs!” Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her knickers, he drew them down over her bottom and hissed. “Are these from the other day?” he demanded, eyes dancing over the sporadic pattern of bruises covering her bottom. They had faded slightly, but they were still dark enough for Draco to be able to tell that they would be painful even without her exclamation.
“Ginny!” he snapped when she did not immediately respond.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh, her voice strained.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he said, lightly running his fingertips over the marks, tracing them. He thought that he could make out the vague outline of his hand but he could not be positive. Even the thought that it might have been there, however, was enough to make him uncomfortable. “I didn’t think that I’d hit you that hard,” he mumbled, not sure whether he wanted Ginny to hear him speak or not.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said swiftly, meeting his eyes in the mirror that was positioned above the sink. In the reflection, she appeared utterly sincere - something which worried Draco more than he cared to admit and for reasons that he could not quite determine.
“This doesn’t matter?” he replied, digging his fingers lightly into the flesh and watching her wince a little. Her buttocks tightened and she shifted forwards a little, pulling away from his touch. “You should have told me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, as if questioning what exactly he meant. Draco sighed, suddenly feeling rather tired. “Not like this,” he told her firmly, once again letting his fingers move over the flesh to demonstrate his point.
Ginny pursed her lips, tearing her eyes away from his in the mirror. She hesitated for a second, then turned around and placed her hands on his waist, slipping her hands inside his robes and pulling him closer. “They’ll fade, Draco,” she told him, “and they don’t hurt that much. It was just a surprise when you grabbed me - that’s all.”
He scowled slightly, peering down at Ginny’s face while trying to discern exactly what it was he saw there. If anything, she looked hopeful that he would quickly forget whatever concerns he had been developing. That also made him uncomfortable.
Her fingers were moving against his sides, massaging them through his shirt. It was blatantly obvious that she was attempting to distract him, and she was very nearly succeeding in doing so. Ginny was a quick study, and in the time since they had first embarked on their strange relationship, she had picked up easily on what he did and did not like. Every time that they managed to get together, it seemed that she had refined her way of keeping him interested a little more.
Once again, Ginny went up on her toes. This time, she placed a small kiss on the line of his jaw, lightly sucking on the taut skin before skipping down slightly to place another next to the first. Draco did nothing, opting to allow her to continue with the small caresses until she moved to his throat. She found the delicate, ticklish, little spot there that inevitably made his blood surge and manipulated it with the tip of her tongue. It drew a groan from him before Draco could prevent it.
She brought a hand up, placing it flat on the other side of his neck in order to hold his head in place so that she could continue her exploration. It seemed odd, letting Ginny take control of the situation. Normally it would have been him who was the aggressor - holding her, manoeuvring her, instructing her on what to do. He stood stiffly, shivering slightly with anticipation as he waited to see what she would do next. It was taking all his self-control not to simply grab her and kiss her firmly, especially since it felt like an eternity since she had joined him in the bathroom. Before long, someone was bound to approach the door and attempt to gain entry.
Ginny’s hand dropped from his neck and returned to its previous position. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband and slipping her hands underneath the rumpled material. Her fingertips lingered only briefly however, before they reappeared. She reached for the buttons, plucking at them until they opened and Draco felt a rush of cool air hit his heated flesh, tightening his nipples. Despite the warming charms that had been placed on the train, there was still enough cold air seeping in from the window to make the tiny room frigid.
Instinctively, Draco reached for her, but once again she batted his hands away. “Ginny,” he growled deeply, earning himself a quick, sparkling look from the redhead.
Going up on her toes, she kissed him quickly while bringing her hands up to trace over the lines of his stomach. The muscles twitched underneath his skin and Draco felt his heart begin to beat faster. He leant forwards into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Ginny’s tongue sweeping along the seam of his lips even as the pads of her thumbs brushed over his nipples. He groaned into her mouth when she pinched one and rolled it between her finger and thumb.
Before she could protest again, Draco grabbed hold of her hips, lifting her and depositing her on the edge of the sink. Ginny let out a startled cry that the blonde immediately muffled with his mouth, conscious that she might be heard by anyone walking by outside. So far they had been speaking quietly, so it had not matter that neither had cast a silencing charm on the bathroom, but Draco knew that they were both likely to get considerably louder before they left the little room.
The thought made him grin against Ginny’s lips. His little redheaded kitten could be quite vocal when she wanted to be - and even when she did not. He had grown quickly used to the endearing little noises she made as he brought her to a climax, an event which was generally accompanied by a loud cry on her part.
She wobbled on the edge of the sink and grabbed hold of his arm in order to steady herself. Draco knew that the hard porcelain rim had to bite into her bum as she perched on it, but the sounds that Ginny made were encouraging enough that he was happily able to push the thought to the back of his mind. Instead, he returned the favour by helping her to pull her jumper up over her head and then part her shirt, revealing the simple, practical bra that she was wearing. Greedily, he savoured the sight of her full breasts straining against the fabric encasing them, lingering over the way that her nipples jutted through it. Dipping his head, Draco sucked on one of the swollen points until the material covering it was sodden with his saliva.
Ginny hooked her ankles around the backs of his thighs, further steadying her precariously balanced frame, but also ensuring that he was abruptly firmly pressed against the heat between her legs. He automatically thrust against her slightly, letting her feel his own arousal as his cock stirred, enjoying the contact with her body.
For a minute, they battled for dominance - Draco longing to prolong the attention he had been paying her breasts and Ginny struggling to apply her lips to his chest. She wriggled in his arms, nearly unseating herself in the process so that ultimately, she was forced to abruptly tighten her legs around him to regain her balance.
“Naughty,” he murmured against her skin, wincing as she slid a hand up his neck and used her nails to nip at the back of it.
Ginny gave him an appropriately chastised look, though Draco doubted that it was sincere. She had achieved her aim and managed to make him relinquish his hold on her breast. Now she quickly darted in to worry his nipple with the tip of her tongue while running her hands over the remainder of his exposed flesh. Draco sucked in a long deep breath when her fingers ventured to his belt buckle, and then again when she began to tug it open.
He peered down at her, studying the way that her brilliant hair fell loosely around her face and shoulders and shivering every time she shifted and it brushed, feather-light, against his chest. Occasionally, she glanced up at him, her gaze heated as she sucked or nipped gently with her teeth.
He moved against her, rubbing himself against her crotch until he felt her finally manage to unfasten his belt. Soon after, his trousers were slithering down his legs as Ginny’s small hands pushed them out of the way. Feeling another groan rumble up from somewhere deep inside his body, Draco threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck to an assault from him lips as he did so. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around the petite girl, lifting her against him, and then buried his face in her shoulder while thrusting his hips forwards. A small mewing sound erupted from Ginny’s throat and she squeezed her legs firmly around him once again, rubbing against him in a deliciously furious yet ungainly fashion.
Breathing hard, Draco pressed himself hard against her crotch. Her thighs felt damp against his, her knickers wet. He longed to rip them away, shed his boxers, and then sink into the writhing girl balanced on the edge of the sink. He knew that he would not be able to, however. Despite how intimate they had become with each other, they had yet to take the final step and actually have sex together. Indeed, Ginny had not given any indicated that she would be ready to do so any time soon either. It seemed as if letting him take her was just one step too far for her.
Right at that moment, Draco now felt like he would give anything to sink fully into her body once and for all. He wanted to know what it would feel like to be so completely enveloped by the beautiful girl that he held in his arms. He wanted to know how she would look like when she came with his cock buried deep inside her.
A long groan emerged from him as images of sweat glistening on ruddy skin and Ginny’s face slack with pleasure rippled through his mind. His cock twitched, and suddenly his orgasm was on him, making him grunt and drive his swollen member against Ginny’s crotch. He came with a growl, biting down on Ginny’s shoulder and making her shriek. It was only after he had managed to calm his breathing again that he realised Ginny was whispering his name feverishly, hoarsely, and that there was a odd, slightly tangy taste in his mouth.
He drew back, taking in her flushed features while he tried to give the suddenly slack muscles of his legs time to recover. Ginny’s eyes were closed, her head tilted back against the mirror above the sink, and there was a broad grin on her lips that made her appear utterly satisfied. The angle at which she was slumped thrust her breasts forwards. They heaved appealingly as she fought to catch her breath, making Draco want to lean down and nuzzle them. As he lowered his head to do so however, his eyes caught sight of a flicker of deep red on her shoulder that should not have been there.
He froze, knowing instantly what had happened. Draco reached up, running his fingers lightly over the suddenly tender spot while frowning deeply. “I broke the skin,” he said mechanically. The region around the bite was already bruising, turning a deep purple-black colour.
Ginny jerked, trying for a moment to see what he was talking about until she realised it was impossible. Instead, she brought a hand up and touched the spot. After a second, she said, “It’s nothing, Draco. It’ll heal. And besides, I kind of liked it.”
His grey eyes swept up to her face, noting the fact that she appeared rather embarrassed by her admission. Draco took his hand from her shoulder and used it to smooth her hair away from her eyes before gently stroking her cheek. Ginny leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and a content look passing onto her features.
“You’re beautiful,” he blurted out before he knew what he was doing. Ginny’s eyes flew open and Draco felt his cheeks begin to glow as he quickly redirected his gaze away from her.
To his relief, Ginny made no immediate reply to his comment. Instead, she hesitated for a moment and then said rather shyly, “I’m going to miss you over Christmas.”
Surprise flitted over Draco’s features even as a sense of intense satisfaction rolled through him. The thought of going back to Wiltshire was, in truth, far from appealing. Ahead of him was a long, lonely Christmas with only his mother for company, and the distinct possibility of a meeting with Voldemort. It was enough to make dread fill the even the strongest mind. The prospect had left him in a less than wonderful mood over the past few days - one that had not been helped by the knowledge that Ginny was going to be spending a couple of weeks in the loving company of her family. With his luck, Potter would probably be there as well. He had half convinced himself that by the time she came back, she would have decided to end things with him once and for all. As much as he hated it admit it, the thought of spending the remainder of his time at Hogwarts without having Ginny’s arms to crawl into had been surprisingly upsetting.
Draco let out a long shaky breath and cupped Ginny’s cheek once more. He leaned forwards, pressing his lips tightly against hers. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and Draco found that he did not want it to end.
It was Ginny who was the one to eventually pull back. She tore her mouth away, breathing hard and letting out a small musical laugh. Reaching up, she smoothed his hair back affectionately before finally allowing her legs to relax and release him.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” she said, gesturing down towards her thighs.
“Can’t spend the entire journey in the bathroom,” Draco agreed with a small nod. He was abruptly uncomfortably aware of the mess inside his boxers.
Ginny hopped down from the sink, grabbing hold of his arm as the train suddenly lurched and she nearly fell over. Draco held onto her until the movement of the train was once again smooth, then dug out his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on them both. As Ginny smoothed down her skirt and worked on fastening her shirt, Draco pulled up his trousers. He had just finished refastening the fly when he became aware of Ginny’s dark eyes resting on him again.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, blushing slightly. Draco smirked knowingly, letting his hand linger on the button on the waistband of his trousers. Ginny’s eyes darkened slightly and she bit her lip before pulling in a shuddering breath. “So… So I guess I should probably get going.” She hesitated and then added, “I’ll see you after the hols, then.”
Draco nodded but made no other reply.
“Draco…” she began and then stopped, appearing to change her mind about whatever she had been about to say. Instead, she stepped swiftly forwards and laid a small kiss on his cheek. “Don’t open your present early,” she told him, then slipped out the door.
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