Leigh!fic- Drumming (1/1)- Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Title: Drumming (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: He was her addiction
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was 'Slytherin/Gryffindor,' and the song I used was Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine.
There’s a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you’re around
This was utterly ridiculous.
There was no reason whatsoever that Ginny Weasley, a fiercely independent woman of twenty-two years old, should feel so, so… addicted to anything, let alone one person. Everything she had, she’d worked for with her own two hands- which was more than he could say. Her parents hadn’t bought her a spot on the Harpies’ roster; she’d earned it. Her life was her own.
Except when Draco Malfoy’s hands were on her skin, it was all too easy to forget that if he would just keep touching her.
“More,” she whispered, arching against him. Her body was trembling, on fire for him, and the smug bastard knew it.
Louder than sirens
If anyone- her family, Harry, Hermione- knew, they’d be horrified. How she could let herself be used, touched in such a manner by one of her family’s oldest enemies; it was beyond their comprehension.
They just didn’t understand. There were times, when he was with her, that he wasn’t a scion of two old, pureblooded families. At least, there were times when he didn’t act like it. He took her to dinner- romantic, candlelit evenings in Paris and Rome-, sent her breathtaking bouquets of flowers after a match, and often surprised her with small tokens of his affection.
It was all done in private, though.
His lips curled upwards in a smirk as he took one pink nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly. “More?” he queried.
Louder than bells
To the outside world, Draco was betrothed- happily, it was assumed- to little Astoria Greengrass. They were the perfect match; she was of a politically neutral family, one that would balance out the smear that tainted the Malfoy name after the second downfall of Voldemort.
But at night, when his bride-to-be was safe in her virginal bed, he would come to her. No words were necessary as skin met skin, hands sliding over silken limbs as clothing all but fell from their bodies. It was always like this, this silent pursuit of passion.
”Merlin, Draco, don’t tease,” she breathed, fisting her hands in his hair to keep his lips against her.
Sweeter than heaven
Ginny had tried to leave him many times, but each and every attempt failed. She wanted someone who wasn’t ashamed to have her on his arm in public, not someone who lavished attention on her… but only by the darkness of the moon. Draco couldn’t give her that.
But every time he was near her, it was as if a fog shrouded her brain and made it hard to concentrate on anything but him. The sound of her heart beating in her chest drowned out anything she might’ve heard, any doubts she might have had. All she wanted was him.
When his teasing was done and he finally sank into her, she knew. Knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, that her heart was lost to him.
Hotter than hell…
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: He was her addiction
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was 'Slytherin/Gryffindor,' and the song I used was Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine.
There’s a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you’re around
This was utterly ridiculous.
There was no reason whatsoever that Ginny Weasley, a fiercely independent woman of twenty-two years old, should feel so, so… addicted to anything, let alone one person. Everything she had, she’d worked for with her own two hands- which was more than he could say. Her parents hadn’t bought her a spot on the Harpies’ roster; she’d earned it. Her life was her own.
Except when Draco Malfoy’s hands were on her skin, it was all too easy to forget that if he would just keep touching her.
“More,” she whispered, arching against him. Her body was trembling, on fire for him, and the smug bastard knew it.
Louder than sirens
If anyone- her family, Harry, Hermione- knew, they’d be horrified. How she could let herself be used, touched in such a manner by one of her family’s oldest enemies; it was beyond their comprehension.
They just didn’t understand. There were times, when he was with her, that he wasn’t a scion of two old, pureblooded families. At least, there were times when he didn’t act like it. He took her to dinner- romantic, candlelit evenings in Paris and Rome-, sent her breathtaking bouquets of flowers after a match, and often surprised her with small tokens of his affection.
It was all done in private, though.
His lips curled upwards in a smirk as he took one pink nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly. “More?” he queried.
Louder than bells
To the outside world, Draco was betrothed- happily, it was assumed- to little Astoria Greengrass. They were the perfect match; she was of a politically neutral family, one that would balance out the smear that tainted the Malfoy name after the second downfall of Voldemort.
But at night, when his bride-to-be was safe in her virginal bed, he would come to her. No words were necessary as skin met skin, hands sliding over silken limbs as clothing all but fell from their bodies. It was always like this, this silent pursuit of passion.
”Merlin, Draco, don’t tease,” she breathed, fisting her hands in his hair to keep his lips against her.
Sweeter than heaven
Ginny had tried to leave him many times, but each and every attempt failed. She wanted someone who wasn’t ashamed to have her on his arm in public, not someone who lavished attention on her… but only by the darkness of the moon. Draco couldn’t give her that.
But every time he was near her, it was as if a fog shrouded her brain and made it hard to concentrate on anything but him. The sound of her heart beating in her chest drowned out anything she might’ve heard, any doubts she might have had. All she wanted was him.
When his teasing was done and he finally sank into her, she knew. Knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, that her heart was lost to him.
Hotter than hell…