And when you need a place to run to
For better, for worse
I got you.
Leona Lewis
Three Months Later
Ginny popped her head out of her office. She had to catch him before he got too close to his door. Her morning had most definitely been entertaining, but she knew he was not going to react quite in the same way she had about the situation.
As soon as he stepped through the front, she flagged him down. "Hey, Malfoy, can you come in here please?"
With a loud sigh and an eye-roll, Draco tightened his tie. He turned to a young apprentice and said loudly enough for everyone to hear "When you're rich and powerful, you have to fight them off all day long." He knew damned well that wasn't the case with Miss Weasley, but keeping up appearances was one of the most important duties of being a Malfoy.
He walked through her office door and was surprised to find that she wasn't alone. A small, older woman was sitting in a chair, beside the standing Weasley. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but this certainly was not it.
"She is here for you, but she speaks only French. I figured you may need a bit of help translating. Oh am I excited for this." It just goes to show that he doesn't pay attention when booking appointments. Why on earth would he schedule an appointment with a woman who didn't even speak the same language? He had probably passed on his work to an intern who was equally uninterested in breaking the monotony of his or her laziness.
Draco tipped his head to the side. "Uh… Ok?"
The woman began speaking slowly to Ginny, pointing to Draco and then to herself.
"She says you were supposed to see her forty-five minutes ago."
She spoke a bit more.
"She decided to get started on some of the paperwork you left on the desk, which she presumed you left for her."
A little more French, and by this point, Draco was incredibly annoyed.
"Well, she made an error and tried to use her wand to correct it."
Tried?
"Well, according to her, she accidentally set your office on fire."
Draco felt his face fall, and he quickly turned bright red. Before he could say anything, she held a hand out and gently placed it on his chest.
"Well she tried to fix that too and… And now your office is full of shaving cream. But the fire is out! There was very little fire damage really!"
His fists were clenched so tightly that he was sure he would be bleeding if and when he finally unclenched them. Through clenched teeth, the only words he could find to say were "I was supposed to be here at 11. It isn't even 11 yet."
When Ginny translated, the woman nodded and said aloud "OH. Sorry." She got up, put her purse over her shoulder and walked out.
Draco turned around after she left and walked toward the door. Instead of opening it himself, he walked directly into it and began banging his head against the glass. It was hard enough to make a loud thock sound, but he wasn't causing any real pain.
Ginny chuckled and took his arm. "Come on. It isn't that bad." She tugged him backward and opened her door. "In a swish and a flick, your office will be back to new, right?"
Draco turned to face her. "They took my wand for six months after that reporter incident. Remember?"
With a big smile, Ginny looked him up and down. "Oh yeah, that's right. Good luck!"
She tried to slam her door shut, but Draco put his foot in the way.
"Nice try, Weasley. Give me your wand."
Ginny tried to get her arm away from him, but he wouldn't let go. "I am not giving you my wand. Go get one of the little girls you just hired and have them do your dirty work. I have to work too, you know."
For the first time that day, he looked her up and down. She was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing the day he was arrested. A soft white dress shirt with ruffles in the front, and a tight, though professional, black skirt with big round buttons. She also had on dark, knee-high boots with a zipper on the side. He didn't remember when she stopped looking like a child and started looking like this, but he didn't mind looking.
Ginny wrenched her arm away finally, and slammed her door shut, locking it as quickly as she could.
Three Months Prior
Draco walked into work and looked around. He had woken up in a home which was not his own, and it took several moments and a goose egg at the back of his head for him to figure out what had happened.
He was in the same clothes as he had been in the day before, so of course his coworkers were suspicious. Because this had all happened in the muggle world, news hadn't hit the Prophet yet. He just laughed it off and walked toward his office. That was when he saw her. She was standing with her back against her office door and she was laughing with some pretty, young assistant. They spoke as though they were old friends, though they had just met the week before.
Before he could help himself, he walked toward her. Turning to the young girl, he barked "Go find something to file. Weasley, we need to talk."
Ginny sighed as the blonde before her seemed riddled with confusion. "Fine. Come in my office." The two of them sat down on either side of her large, wooden desk. He was fascinated by the way she could cross one leg over the other with such grace and ease, looking both lovely and quite like a librarian at the exact same time.
There is such a thing as a sexy librarian. There are whole movies dedicated to such an idea.
"What are we going to do about last night, Weasley?" he asked, before he could become more distracted by her body and his own thoughts.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "The same thing we're doing about Hogwarts, the war, et cetera. Things happen, and then they're over. You got arrested, I picked you up, and now here we are back at work. You can go back to treating me like dirt, and I can go back to calling you names. Sound fair?"
Draco lost the dignified facial expression he had become famous for. Had he dreamed it all? Did he imagine them talking for hours, followed by-
"Look Malfoy, it's ok. You don't need to thank me. You don't even need to pay me back. Just make sure you don't do anything stupid like this in my neighborhood again, because I will not be quite so nice to you the second time around. Speaking of which, why were you at a muggle bar in the first place?"
He didn't answer. He simply got up and left her office.
Three Months Later
Draco sat in his freshly cleaned office chair and put his head in his hands. The door was shut and locked. It was dark. He had been lost in his own mind for weeks now, and he had no idea what to do with himself. Every minute was spent thinking about that evening. He had never opened up to anyone before. He wasn't sure if it mattered that it was her, all he knew was that the mixture of alcohol, honesty and affection was just too much for him to be able to handle on his own, after the fact. Half of him wished he could take it all back, while the other half would give anything to figure out how to recreate the entire evening.
The hours ticked on by, and as soon as his wall clock read 18:00, he knew what he had to do. He put on his jacket and gathered his belongings. He shut the door to his office, and walked down to her door.
"Hey," he shouted at one of his coworker. "Where is she?"
The man rolled his eyes. "She left half an hour ago. She never stays this late, Malfoy. Just because you stroll in mid-afternoon doesn't mean Miss Weasley is going to do so."
He grumbled and clenched his fists tightly. With a loud crack, he had Apparated illegally (as it was Muggle territory,) to the very spot he had first seen her three months ago. He hoped he would be able to find her flat from the bar.
He vaguely remembered the way to her home. He was unsure he had gone in the right direction until he saw her. She was walking up the steps to her front door, fumbling in her purse for her keys. Several grocery bags were hanging from the railing of her banister.
"Weasley!" he shouted from the opposite side of the street.
His voice startled her, causing her to drop her purse. Luckily her keys were already in her hands. She slid the key into the door and unlocked it, holding it open with her rump as she bent over to pick her purse up.
"What do you want from me Malfoy? Your office is clean, you spent the entire day holed up doing absolutely no work, and now you are perfectly free to spend the evening as you usually do. What do you want from me?"
He stood at the bottom of the steps, completely ignoring everything she had just said. "I need to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about? There is absolutely nothing for us to discuss. You do nothing productive, you insult everyone around you and get no gratification unless someone else is unhappy! You are neither my boss, nor are you my peer at this point. I have no idea what you want from me, but I would like for you to just spit it out so I can go inside and make myself some dinner and eat while I do some of your work."
His arms began to shake. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Her face went from annoyed beyond belief, to completely confused. "What?"
"You came and got me that day, after the reporter… I told you he talked about my father, but that wasn't really true. He didn't say anything about him that bothered me. He said I was just like him. You brought me back to your house, cleaned me up… You hate me and you cleaned me up. I could ignore all of that though, Ginny. It's been three months and I have done everything I can to recreate the way you made me feel that night and I cannot succeed. I called my ex-wife, and I kissed her. I found a stranger, and I kissed her. I thought it was you kissing me that made me feel that way, but it wasn't that." He hopped up the stairs. "It was you kissing me that made the difference. I go to work, and I see you. I go home, and I see you. I close my eyes, and I see you. I don't know what to do. I can't get you out of my damned head and I am going absolutely crazy."
He pushed her back against the door, tracing her hair with his fingertips. "What did you do to me, girl? More importantly… I need you to do it again."
He had caught her completely by surprise. Sure she had thought about that evening in the few months that had passed, but not this much, and not with the same purpose. She had gotten very angry with him for not changing. It was a silly notion that one kiss on one evening would change someone as much as she had expected him to change. Now, looking at the way his eyes seemed to be begging her, she was incredibly confused. His eyes were full of neither lust nor passion. He looked like a sad, confused little boy. This little boy made it hard for her to remember the obnoxious grown man she had to work with every single day.
"Malfoy…"
He shook his head, anticipating her words incorrectly.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, looking at with him with sincerity.
He closed his eyes and covered them with one hand. He took a deep breath, and felt insanely stupid. What did he think was going to happen? Did he think he was just going to show up to her home, uninvited and be welcomed with open arms? Was he expecting her to pull him into a tight hug and kiss him senseless? He was clearly delusional. He was about to apologize when everything about her demeanor changed.
Ginny slipped both hands up, using one to remove his from his face, and the other to trace his cheek. "You spend so much of your time putting up these walls that the only ways you can feel anything is if you're hurting someone, or if someone embarrasses you. Just let go. Let go." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. It was interesting to her that she could feel one minute like punching him in the throat, and then in the next she wanted to hug him.
He felt a jolt of something he couldn't describe in his chest. "I don't know how, and I don't expect you to be able to teach me. I know how to get women to have sex with me, Weasley. I have been this person since I was a teenager. I don't get nervous around women and when you know you have your pick, whether it's due to your charm, good looks, or money, you have no need to fret about the few who might say no. I have never, in my entire life, felt about anyone in the way I feel about you. It's a combination of intrigue, frustration, and this urge to just clock you. I want you to be next to me, but half of the time I don't even want to look at you."
Ginny took her lower lip between her teeth. He was so close… He was touching her and as innocent as his touch was, it was making her mind wander. Her hand reached behind her, finally remembering that the door to her apartment was open.
Draco's eyes followed hers as they wandered their way through the front door, not bothering to find the light switch she had pointed out the first time he had been there. He moved her slightly forward, past the threshold and allowed the door to slam lightly behind them. He leaned her against the set of drawers just beside her door, and with one arm, swung her upward so she was sitting on it. With her up on it, they were officially nose to nose. Both hands came back up to her face, as he traced her cheeks, eyes and then finally, her lips.
She felt him rest his forehead on hers, and he repeated "I can't get you out of my head…No matter where I go, or what I do." His voice sounded fearful and desperate. The way he spoke to her was making her defenses fall apart, and making her heart ache for him.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the logical next step. She reached up, brushing some of his blonde hair out of his eyes. She had no words to say. Nobody had ever spoken words quite like these ones to her before. She had heard 'What a wonderful idea.' 'You look lovely today.' A Malfoy was hardly the type of person she had ever imagined to be able to send chills down her entire body quite the way that was going on right now. Her heart was pounding so hard she was positive he could hear it.
She realized something as she watched him trace her face with his eyes over and over: he was not going to kiss her. He was waiting on her to recreate the way he had felt that night three long months ago.
His eyes were so wide, so expectant. He looked very young to her just then. She imagined what he must have looked at while sitting on Santa's lap for the first time as a toddler. She had hit the nail on the head a few moments ago. He put up walls for himself, and had done so for his whole entire life. He had never kissed a woman before for a million different reasons, but it was clear that intimacy was something he had dreaded since day one. His father showed him very little affection throughout his childhood, and his mother hardly ever behaved as though she were one. His sexual escapades had to be a lost child looking for someone to finally love him, but he never found what he was looking for. Ginny, curled up with him in her bed on that night three months ago was the first and only person who had ever asked him anything about how he felt. She was there to listen and she was there to show him that the world could indeed be a safe place. It was at that moment, that she made her decision.
With a deep breath, Ginny leaned forward and took his lips with her own. His kiss was so sweet, so innocent. She felt him smile into her lips, his hands still tracing her face. Her tongue traced his lower lip, begging for entrance. He wasted no time in opening up and allowing their tongues to dance with one another. He was drinking her in, and no matter how much of her he got, his thirst was all but quenched.
For his entire life, he had been controlled in every way. His father chose his career, chose his educational path, chose his wife… After his father was no longer a member of his life he made a vow that nobody would control Draco Malfoy again for as long as he lived. He would do what he wanted, when he wanted, and no matter what anyone said, his word was gospel. He had become a self-centered, self-righteous brat who heard everything, and yet listened to nothing.
Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to truly feel. She had told him last time not to touch, not to focus on her body, and to simply close his eyes and allow himself to feel. He had, and now all he was interested in was obeying her prior instructions, and letting her take control.
Ginny's hands lay nervously at her sides, but after a moment or two, she couldn't help herself. Her fingers danced softly up his chest until they linked together at the base of his neck. His hair smelled of jasmine and coconut. She had noticed it several years ago at the office. His entire office usually smelled of it, and she couldn't tell if it was his choice of cologne, or if it was shampoo. She was now most definitely positive that it was his shampoo.
Suddenly, without any warning of what was to come, Draco grabbed her with one arm, delighted in her instinct to wrap her legs around his waist. He wobbled in the dark until he found what he was looking for, slamming her against the wall and using his free hand to pull that damned bun out. As her red curls fell around her face, Draco pulled back for a moment to enjoy the view, before remembering that it was dark.
Ginny's legs uncoiled themselves from his waist, and she allowed her high heeled feet to clack softly against her hardwood floors. On her tiptoes, she felt herself clinging to him, as though they were long lost lovers. She softly nipped at his lower lip, knowing at it would instantly change his limited perception of kisses. He gasped into her lips, softly brushing the side of her breasts as both hands made their way up to tangle themselves in her hair.
For just a moment, Ginny came up for air. Against her better judgment, she whispered "Malfoy… My bedroom is-"
"I know where your bedroom is. Just enjoy this for what it is and shut your face before I shut it for you! Well actually, I would be delighted to do it for you." With a light smile he leaned in, kissing a girl for the very first (but hopefully not last) time.
For better, for worse
I got you.
Leona Lewis
Three Months Later
Ginny popped her head out of her office. She had to catch him before he got too close to his door. Her morning had most definitely been entertaining, but she knew he was not going to react quite in the same way she had about the situation.
As soon as he stepped through the front, she flagged him down. "Hey, Malfoy, can you come in here please?"
With a loud sigh and an eye-roll, Draco tightened his tie. He turned to a young apprentice and said loudly enough for everyone to hear "When you're rich and powerful, you have to fight them off all day long." He knew damned well that wasn't the case with Miss Weasley, but keeping up appearances was one of the most important duties of being a Malfoy.
He walked through her office door and was surprised to find that she wasn't alone. A small, older woman was sitting in a chair, beside the standing Weasley. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but this certainly was not it.
"She is here for you, but she speaks only French. I figured you may need a bit of help translating. Oh am I excited for this." It just goes to show that he doesn't pay attention when booking appointments. Why on earth would he schedule an appointment with a woman who didn't even speak the same language? He had probably passed on his work to an intern who was equally uninterested in breaking the monotony of his or her laziness.
Draco tipped his head to the side. "Uh… Ok?"
The woman began speaking slowly to Ginny, pointing to Draco and then to herself.
"She says you were supposed to see her forty-five minutes ago."
She spoke a bit more.
"She decided to get started on some of the paperwork you left on the desk, which she presumed you left for her."
A little more French, and by this point, Draco was incredibly annoyed.
"Well, she made an error and tried to use her wand to correct it."
Tried?
"Well, according to her, she accidentally set your office on fire."
Draco felt his face fall, and he quickly turned bright red. Before he could say anything, she held a hand out and gently placed it on his chest.
"Well she tried to fix that too and… And now your office is full of shaving cream. But the fire is out! There was very little fire damage really!"
His fists were clenched so tightly that he was sure he would be bleeding if and when he finally unclenched them. Through clenched teeth, the only words he could find to say were "I was supposed to be here at 11. It isn't even 11 yet."
When Ginny translated, the woman nodded and said aloud "OH. Sorry." She got up, put her purse over her shoulder and walked out.
Draco turned around after she left and walked toward the door. Instead of opening it himself, he walked directly into it and began banging his head against the glass. It was hard enough to make a loud thock sound, but he wasn't causing any real pain.
Ginny chuckled and took his arm. "Come on. It isn't that bad." She tugged him backward and opened her door. "In a swish and a flick, your office will be back to new, right?"
Draco turned to face her. "They took my wand for six months after that reporter incident. Remember?"
With a big smile, Ginny looked him up and down. "Oh yeah, that's right. Good luck!"
She tried to slam her door shut, but Draco put his foot in the way.
"Nice try, Weasley. Give me your wand."
Ginny tried to get her arm away from him, but he wouldn't let go. "I am not giving you my wand. Go get one of the little girls you just hired and have them do your dirty work. I have to work too, you know."
For the first time that day, he looked her up and down. She was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing the day he was arrested. A soft white dress shirt with ruffles in the front, and a tight, though professional, black skirt with big round buttons. She also had on dark, knee-high boots with a zipper on the side. He didn't remember when she stopped looking like a child and started looking like this, but he didn't mind looking.
Ginny wrenched her arm away finally, and slammed her door shut, locking it as quickly as she could.
Three Months Prior
Draco walked into work and looked around. He had woken up in a home which was not his own, and it took several moments and a goose egg at the back of his head for him to figure out what had happened.
He was in the same clothes as he had been in the day before, so of course his coworkers were suspicious. Because this had all happened in the muggle world, news hadn't hit the Prophet yet. He just laughed it off and walked toward his office. That was when he saw her. She was standing with her back against her office door and she was laughing with some pretty, young assistant. They spoke as though they were old friends, though they had just met the week before.
Before he could help himself, he walked toward her. Turning to the young girl, he barked "Go find something to file. Weasley, we need to talk."
Ginny sighed as the blonde before her seemed riddled with confusion. "Fine. Come in my office." The two of them sat down on either side of her large, wooden desk. He was fascinated by the way she could cross one leg over the other with such grace and ease, looking both lovely and quite like a librarian at the exact same time.
There is such a thing as a sexy librarian. There are whole movies dedicated to such an idea.
"What are we going to do about last night, Weasley?" he asked, before he could become more distracted by her body and his own thoughts.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "The same thing we're doing about Hogwarts, the war, et cetera. Things happen, and then they're over. You got arrested, I picked you up, and now here we are back at work. You can go back to treating me like dirt, and I can go back to calling you names. Sound fair?"
Draco lost the dignified facial expression he had become famous for. Had he dreamed it all? Did he imagine them talking for hours, followed by-
"Look Malfoy, it's ok. You don't need to thank me. You don't even need to pay me back. Just make sure you don't do anything stupid like this in my neighborhood again, because I will not be quite so nice to you the second time around. Speaking of which, why were you at a muggle bar in the first place?"
He didn't answer. He simply got up and left her office.
Three Months Later
Draco sat in his freshly cleaned office chair and put his head in his hands. The door was shut and locked. It was dark. He had been lost in his own mind for weeks now, and he had no idea what to do with himself. Every minute was spent thinking about that evening. He had never opened up to anyone before. He wasn't sure if it mattered that it was her, all he knew was that the mixture of alcohol, honesty and affection was just too much for him to be able to handle on his own, after the fact. Half of him wished he could take it all back, while the other half would give anything to figure out how to recreate the entire evening.
The hours ticked on by, and as soon as his wall clock read 18:00, he knew what he had to do. He put on his jacket and gathered his belongings. He shut the door to his office, and walked down to her door.
"Hey," he shouted at one of his coworker. "Where is she?"
The man rolled his eyes. "She left half an hour ago. She never stays this late, Malfoy. Just because you stroll in mid-afternoon doesn't mean Miss Weasley is going to do so."
He grumbled and clenched his fists tightly. With a loud crack, he had Apparated illegally (as it was Muggle territory,) to the very spot he had first seen her three months ago. He hoped he would be able to find her flat from the bar.
He vaguely remembered the way to her home. He was unsure he had gone in the right direction until he saw her. She was walking up the steps to her front door, fumbling in her purse for her keys. Several grocery bags were hanging from the railing of her banister.
"Weasley!" he shouted from the opposite side of the street.
His voice startled her, causing her to drop her purse. Luckily her keys were already in her hands. She slid the key into the door and unlocked it, holding it open with her rump as she bent over to pick her purse up.
"What do you want from me Malfoy? Your office is clean, you spent the entire day holed up doing absolutely no work, and now you are perfectly free to spend the evening as you usually do. What do you want from me?"
He stood at the bottom of the steps, completely ignoring everything she had just said. "I need to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about? There is absolutely nothing for us to discuss. You do nothing productive, you insult everyone around you and get no gratification unless someone else is unhappy! You are neither my boss, nor are you my peer at this point. I have no idea what you want from me, but I would like for you to just spit it out so I can go inside and make myself some dinner and eat while I do some of your work."
His arms began to shake. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Her face went from annoyed beyond belief, to completely confused. "What?"
"You came and got me that day, after the reporter… I told you he talked about my father, but that wasn't really true. He didn't say anything about him that bothered me. He said I was just like him. You brought me back to your house, cleaned me up… You hate me and you cleaned me up. I could ignore all of that though, Ginny. It's been three months and I have done everything I can to recreate the way you made me feel that night and I cannot succeed. I called my ex-wife, and I kissed her. I found a stranger, and I kissed her. I thought it was you kissing me that made me feel that way, but it wasn't that." He hopped up the stairs. "It was you kissing me that made the difference. I go to work, and I see you. I go home, and I see you. I close my eyes, and I see you. I don't know what to do. I can't get you out of my damned head and I am going absolutely crazy."
He pushed her back against the door, tracing her hair with his fingertips. "What did you do to me, girl? More importantly… I need you to do it again."
He had caught her completely by surprise. Sure she had thought about that evening in the few months that had passed, but not this much, and not with the same purpose. She had gotten very angry with him for not changing. It was a silly notion that one kiss on one evening would change someone as much as she had expected him to change. Now, looking at the way his eyes seemed to be begging her, she was incredibly confused. His eyes were full of neither lust nor passion. He looked like a sad, confused little boy. This little boy made it hard for her to remember the obnoxious grown man she had to work with every single day.
"Malfoy…"
He shook his head, anticipating her words incorrectly.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, looking at with him with sincerity.
He closed his eyes and covered them with one hand. He took a deep breath, and felt insanely stupid. What did he think was going to happen? Did he think he was just going to show up to her home, uninvited and be welcomed with open arms? Was he expecting her to pull him into a tight hug and kiss him senseless? He was clearly delusional. He was about to apologize when everything about her demeanor changed.
Ginny slipped both hands up, using one to remove his from his face, and the other to trace his cheek. "You spend so much of your time putting up these walls that the only ways you can feel anything is if you're hurting someone, or if someone embarrasses you. Just let go. Let go." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. It was interesting to her that she could feel one minute like punching him in the throat, and then in the next she wanted to hug him.
He felt a jolt of something he couldn't describe in his chest. "I don't know how, and I don't expect you to be able to teach me. I know how to get women to have sex with me, Weasley. I have been this person since I was a teenager. I don't get nervous around women and when you know you have your pick, whether it's due to your charm, good looks, or money, you have no need to fret about the few who might say no. I have never, in my entire life, felt about anyone in the way I feel about you. It's a combination of intrigue, frustration, and this urge to just clock you. I want you to be next to me, but half of the time I don't even want to look at you."
Ginny took her lower lip between her teeth. He was so close… He was touching her and as innocent as his touch was, it was making her mind wander. Her hand reached behind her, finally remembering that the door to her apartment was open.
Draco's eyes followed hers as they wandered their way through the front door, not bothering to find the light switch she had pointed out the first time he had been there. He moved her slightly forward, past the threshold and allowed the door to slam lightly behind them. He leaned her against the set of drawers just beside her door, and with one arm, swung her upward so she was sitting on it. With her up on it, they were officially nose to nose. Both hands came back up to her face, as he traced her cheeks, eyes and then finally, her lips.
She felt him rest his forehead on hers, and he repeated "I can't get you out of my head…No matter where I go, or what I do." His voice sounded fearful and desperate. The way he spoke to her was making her defenses fall apart, and making her heart ache for him.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the logical next step. She reached up, brushing some of his blonde hair out of his eyes. She had no words to say. Nobody had ever spoken words quite like these ones to her before. She had heard 'What a wonderful idea.' 'You look lovely today.' A Malfoy was hardly the type of person she had ever imagined to be able to send chills down her entire body quite the way that was going on right now. Her heart was pounding so hard she was positive he could hear it.
She realized something as she watched him trace her face with his eyes over and over: he was not going to kiss her. He was waiting on her to recreate the way he had felt that night three long months ago.
His eyes were so wide, so expectant. He looked very young to her just then. She imagined what he must have looked at while sitting on Santa's lap for the first time as a toddler. She had hit the nail on the head a few moments ago. He put up walls for himself, and had done so for his whole entire life. He had never kissed a woman before for a million different reasons, but it was clear that intimacy was something he had dreaded since day one. His father showed him very little affection throughout his childhood, and his mother hardly ever behaved as though she were one. His sexual escapades had to be a lost child looking for someone to finally love him, but he never found what he was looking for. Ginny, curled up with him in her bed on that night three months ago was the first and only person who had ever asked him anything about how he felt. She was there to listen and she was there to show him that the world could indeed be a safe place. It was at that moment, that she made her decision.
With a deep breath, Ginny leaned forward and took his lips with her own. His kiss was so sweet, so innocent. She felt him smile into her lips, his hands still tracing her face. Her tongue traced his lower lip, begging for entrance. He wasted no time in opening up and allowing their tongues to dance with one another. He was drinking her in, and no matter how much of her he got, his thirst was all but quenched.
For his entire life, he had been controlled in every way. His father chose his career, chose his educational path, chose his wife… After his father was no longer a member of his life he made a vow that nobody would control Draco Malfoy again for as long as he lived. He would do what he wanted, when he wanted, and no matter what anyone said, his word was gospel. He had become a self-centered, self-righteous brat who heard everything, and yet listened to nothing.
Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to truly feel. She had told him last time not to touch, not to focus on her body, and to simply close his eyes and allow himself to feel. He had, and now all he was interested in was obeying her prior instructions, and letting her take control.
Ginny's hands lay nervously at her sides, but after a moment or two, she couldn't help herself. Her fingers danced softly up his chest until they linked together at the base of his neck. His hair smelled of jasmine and coconut. She had noticed it several years ago at the office. His entire office usually smelled of it, and she couldn't tell if it was his choice of cologne, or if it was shampoo. She was now most definitely positive that it was his shampoo.
Suddenly, without any warning of what was to come, Draco grabbed her with one arm, delighted in her instinct to wrap her legs around his waist. He wobbled in the dark until he found what he was looking for, slamming her against the wall and using his free hand to pull that damned bun out. As her red curls fell around her face, Draco pulled back for a moment to enjoy the view, before remembering that it was dark.
Ginny's legs uncoiled themselves from his waist, and she allowed her high heeled feet to clack softly against her hardwood floors. On her tiptoes, she felt herself clinging to him, as though they were long lost lovers. She softly nipped at his lower lip, knowing at it would instantly change his limited perception of kisses. He gasped into her lips, softly brushing the side of her breasts as both hands made their way up to tangle themselves in her hair.
For just a moment, Ginny came up for air. Against her better judgment, she whispered "Malfoy… My bedroom is-"
"I know where your bedroom is. Just enjoy this for what it is and shut your face before I shut it for you! Well actually, I would be delighted to do it for you." With a light smile he leaned in, kissing a girl for the very first (but hopefully not last) time.
The End.
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