Leigh!fic- Bad Things (1/1)- Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Title: Bad Things (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary:
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles . I used two of the prompts, "Draco Malfoy" and "Bad Things" by Jace Everett. Also, I'm not very good at writing D/G, so try not to judge it too harshly.
When you came in, the air went out
With her body beneath his hands, it was all too easy to forget who he was, who she was. At night, there were no Death Eaters, no Order, no tensions between the two. When they were alone together, they were Draco and Ginny. No more, no less.
She arched against him, silken limbs sliding against his skin in a dance that was sinuous and sinful. Her hair spread out on the plain white pillow, strands of fiery red and gold mingling throughout the soft locks. It should be spread over his bed at Malfoy Manor- he longed to see how it would look against black silk sheets.
Another woman slept there, though, and he could never bring Ginny there. Not with Astoria- his wife- in his bed.
And every shadow filled up with doubt
His lips trailed a path over her chest, tongue connecting the lines between the precious freckles that dusted her milky-white skin. They were his own personal map, he’d decided long ago, leading him on to the places that made her sigh and moan in pleasure. His hands, so refined and elegant, slid over her rib cage and down to her shapely hips.
“Draco,” she sighed, rolling her hips towards his touch when one hand slipped between her thighs to stroke her wet heat. His lips found one rounded breast, and he pulled a hardened nipple between his teeth. Her sigh melded into a moan of pleasure, and he couldn’t help but smirk against her skin. His name falling from her lips as she melted into pleasure was one of the last true pleasures he had in life.
I don’t know who you think you are, but before the night is through
She was whimpering, straining towards him, practically begging for her climax. Ginny Weasley had no idea how much he craved the sight of her like this; when she gave him the power. It was like the most potent potion to his system.
“What do you say, Ginny?” he queried, his voice low, amusement and desire co-mingling in the rich timbre. It was their game; give power, yield power.
Her hips bucked against his hand when he pressed his thumb to her sensitive bundle of nerves. “You bastard,” she moaned, fisting her hands in his white-blonde hair. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, trailing lips down her body until he could replace his thumb with his tongue. It only took a few strokes before her body jolted off the bed, enraptured by her powerful orgasm.
I wanna do bad things with you
His smirk was smug as he dropped kisses over her trembling thighs, her taut stomach, and the smooth column of her neck, making his way back up to hover over her flushed body.
“Like that?”
Ginny’s chocolate brown eyes narrowed, and she hooked one slender leg around his waist. “Now, Draco,” she commanded, eyes flashing to meet his gaze.
His chuckle melded into a groan as he slid into her welcoming body. “As you wish.”
I wanna do real bad things with you
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary:
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles . I used two of the prompts, "Draco Malfoy" and "Bad Things" by Jace Everett. Also, I'm not very good at writing D/G, so try not to judge it too harshly.
When you came in, the air went out
With her body beneath his hands, it was all too easy to forget who he was, who she was. At night, there were no Death Eaters, no Order, no tensions between the two. When they were alone together, they were Draco and Ginny. No more, no less.
She arched against him, silken limbs sliding against his skin in a dance that was sinuous and sinful. Her hair spread out on the plain white pillow, strands of fiery red and gold mingling throughout the soft locks. It should be spread over his bed at Malfoy Manor- he longed to see how it would look against black silk sheets.
Another woman slept there, though, and he could never bring Ginny there. Not with Astoria- his wife- in his bed.
And every shadow filled up with doubt
His lips trailed a path over her chest, tongue connecting the lines between the precious freckles that dusted her milky-white skin. They were his own personal map, he’d decided long ago, leading him on to the places that made her sigh and moan in pleasure. His hands, so refined and elegant, slid over her rib cage and down to her shapely hips.
“Draco,” she sighed, rolling her hips towards his touch when one hand slipped between her thighs to stroke her wet heat. His lips found one rounded breast, and he pulled a hardened nipple between his teeth. Her sigh melded into a moan of pleasure, and he couldn’t help but smirk against her skin. His name falling from her lips as she melted into pleasure was one of the last true pleasures he had in life.
I don’t know who you think you are, but before the night is through
She was whimpering, straining towards him, practically begging for her climax. Ginny Weasley had no idea how much he craved the sight of her like this; when she gave him the power. It was like the most potent potion to his system.
“What do you say, Ginny?” he queried, his voice low, amusement and desire co-mingling in the rich timbre. It was their game; give power, yield power.
Her hips bucked against his hand when he pressed his thumb to her sensitive bundle of nerves. “You bastard,” she moaned, fisting her hands in his white-blonde hair. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, trailing lips down her body until he could replace his thumb with his tongue. It only took a few strokes before her body jolted off the bed, enraptured by her powerful orgasm.
I wanna do bad things with you
His smirk was smug as he dropped kisses over her trembling thighs, her taut stomach, and the smooth column of her neck, making his way back up to hover over her flushed body.
“Like that?”
Ginny’s chocolate brown eyes narrowed, and she hooked one slender leg around his waist. “Now, Draco,” she commanded, eyes flashing to meet his gaze.
His chuckle melded into a groan as he slid into her welcoming body. “As you wish.”
I wanna do real bad things with you