Summer Loving.

Naturally the Dream Team, Ron in particular, were none too pleased with this turn of events. “Are you bloody mental?” Ron would ask his sister three times a day. “He’s a bloody Malfoy! He can’t be trusted!”

“I thought that’s why we’re here, Ron,” Ginny would reply. “To give him a chance to prove he could be trusted.”

“I don’t think the Ministry meant for you to be snogging him all over the place.”

“Maybe not. But it’s none of the Ministry’s business—or yours for that matter—whom I choose to go out with.”

“But Malfoy? Ginny, he’ll hex you the minute you have a fight.”

“I can look after myself, Ron. Don’t forget, the last time Draco and I faced off; I got him with the Bat-Bogey hex. So I think I could get a few hexes off if it came to that.” With that, Ginny would flounce off (or leave with dignity, whichever you prefer) thereby ending the argument.

For a while Ron and the others were able to delude themselves that it was not serious—until the night of Ginny’s birthday. The Weasleys came over for a party in Ginny’s honour; and Ron’s hope that their parents would put a stop to the relationship fell flat as Draco was able to win them over with the promise that he would never hurt Ginny, and the fact that he genuinely had changed in days since the war and Voldemort’s defeat. The beautiful gold gladioli necklace with peridot and white gold accents he gave her for her birthday told them the relationship was serious.

Not feeling particularly sleepy when the others went to bed that night, Ginny decided to take a shower in the hopes that it would relax her enough to go to sleep. The results were mixed. The shower had indeed relaxed her, but sleep was as far off as ever. Slipping into the satin kimono that was a birthday present from Bill and Fleur, she pondered what to do. Hermione was no doubt with Ron; she had no wish to interrupt her brother in the middle of a sexcapade. Seeing if Harry was awake held no appeal either; it might give him the wrong idea, and their friendship had been strained since she began getting closer to Draco. Which left the ex-Slytherin himself.

Visiting her boyfriend in the middle of the night was not the brightest idea that Ginny ever had. But it was a compulsion that she could not ignore. Before she knew it, she was knocking on his closed door—not too loud, she had no wish to bring the other occupants of the house down on her. The silence following her knock seemed like it went on forever; and she was beginning to feel foolish. Of course Draco was asleep, just like everyone else except her.

She was just about to turn away from the door when it opened, and Draco leaned against the doorjamb. “Ginny. It’s a little late to be visiting a fellow in his room, don’t you think? Not that I mind, or anything,” he grinned as his eyes took in her form.

Ginny could tell that he liked what he saw. She thought he presented a nice visual feast himself, clad only in a pair of boxers. Farm work definitely suited him, leaving him toned and slightly tanned. She licked her lips. “Sorry, I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I was just reading. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Neither could I. What say we be insomniacs together?”

Draco smirked. “Sounds like fun. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Do you have any ideas?”

“A few,” he leaned forward to kiss her, gently at first, but deepening in passion as she opened her mouth under his. Her arms snaked around his neck as his slid around her waist to stroke her back. Finally he broke the kiss for some much needed air. “Of course, they involve going back into my room.”

The implication was clear, and Ginny met his gaze openly, unflinchingly. “Lead the way.”

Grey eyes looked deep into brown. “Are you sure?” he whispered. Her only reply was a firm nod; so he stood aside to let her pass. “After you, milady.”

Smiling at his courtly behaviour, she walked into his room, hearing the door close behind them. She turned to look at him, only to find that Draco had climbed onto his bed and was sitting back against the pillows. Her smile faltered a little.

Draco could tell. “You can back out, you know.” He was not about to force her into something she was not ready for.

Ginny could see this, and she loved him for it. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He grinned. “Well? Are you going to join me or not? I have other girlfriends who would kill to be in this position.” He caught her easily as she launched herself into his arms, and pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him.

“You are such a tease,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him. He immediately deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers. Ginny’s hands instinctively moved to his chest, and she trailed her fingers over his hard, toned chest. She moaned as his lips left hers to blaze a trail down her neck, pleasure and warmth coursing through her, spiralling from her head down to the pit of her stomach and beyond. Gasping for breath, her fingers resumed their roaming; searching for places that would give Draco the pleasure he was giving her.

Just the touch of her fingers was driving him crazy, making him harden in response. Groaning, Draco continued his path down her neck, pausing to gently bite the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He lingered there for a moment before trailing his tongue across her shoulder, moving her kimono as he went. It did not occur to him at first that there was nothing else restraining him, no other item of clothing barring his way. Not until the kimono slipped past her shoulder to reveal a bare arm did he pause. Breathing heavily, he sat back a little, his hands resting at the sash of her kimono.

“Draco?” Ginny was puzzled. Why had he sat back?

“Shh,” he placed a finger to her lips before returning his hand to loosen the sash. When the knot was untied, the kimono fell open, and his breath caught in his throat.

Feeling Draco’s fingers trail down the bare flesh of her sides, she suddenly realised that she was naked under the kimono. She could tell that Draco was enthralled by the sight of her nude body, and it sent a thrill right through her. Sliding off his lap and slipping the kimono off, Ginny lay down next to him, fully stretched out with one hand behind her head, and bolder than she had any right to be. “Like what you see?”

Draco worked his mouth a few times, unable to find his voice. Finally he spoke. “Oh, Ginny.” That was all he said. That was all he could say before he turned on his side and leaned down to kiss her, first gently, then hungrily, lying across her.

Far from resenting his weight, Ginny welcomed it, responding to his kisses with an equal hunger, craving the feel of his skin against hers. Desire burned deep within her, and she cradled his close with her arms and legs as he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts. She gasped when he took one in his mouth, unprepared for the rush of desire.

Draco was acting with total abandon; the sight of her nude body undid him, and all he was aware of was Ginny. Her skin was hot beneath his lips, burning as he kissed his way down. He felt her draw him close, surround him with her arms and legs, as he gave into the temptation and gently suckled a breast. She rocked against him, and his hardness pushed against her centre.

He froze, knowing that his boxers was all that lay between them. Accompanying this knowledge was the fact that Ginny’s hands had strayed down to his hips and had started to push said boxers down. He drew back, his body protesting wildly, and sat back on his heels. “Gin, are you sure about this?”

Before she could answer, there came a knock at the door. “Malfoy?” they heard Hermione whisper.

Draco groaned. “I’ll get rid of her.” Extricating himself from the bed, he took a moment to compose himself before opening the door a crack. “What do you want, Granger?”

“Is Ginny in there with you?”

Ginny slipped from the bed and into her kimono, motioning Draco to open the door wider. “I’m here, Mione. What do you want?”

“Thank goodness,” Hermione grabbed Ginny’s arm and yanked her out of the room. “Ron discovered you weren’t in your room and went on the warpath. He’s gone to the bathroom now, but if he found you in here…”

“We’ll continue this later,” Ginny whispered to Draco as she allowed herself to be dragged away, leaving Draco with what he considered to be the biggest case of blue balls in the history of Wizardry.

Continuing later became a problem for the two, as the Dream Team kept an annoyingly close eye on the couple. Hermione knew what they would get up to if left alone, and was seemingly trying to protect Ginny’s virtue, despite Draco saying that her virtue was still intact; and it was to be suspected that Ron had an inkling of his sister’s nocturnal activities, as he would not leave Draco alone with her if he could help it.

The scrutiny was annoying, and finally one morning a few days later, Draco suggested to Ginny that they go to Hogsmeade for the day. It was a good day for it; the weather was fine, but more importantly, the Dream Team had already made plans to go to Diagon Alley—Weasley and Hermione on a date; he was not sure what Potter was doing.

Naturally Ron objected, but was overruled. Ginny wasted no time in telling her brother where to get off for trying to interfere in her social life; she had never let him stop her from dating before, and was not about to start now that she was seeing Draco Malfoy. Ron could like it or lump it. Getting no help from Harry or Hermione on that point, Ron fell to muttering under his breath. Ginny rose from the kitchen table to get ready, and not five minutes later they heard a frantic “Mione, I need help!” from the direction of her room.

Draco stifled a laugh. He knew from years of living in the Slytherin dorms at Hogwarts that girls went crazy preparing for a ‘perfect’ date.

“Dating my sister is no laughing matter, Malfoy,” Ron’s voice cut into his thoughts. Having lost the argument on Ginny going on this ill-advised date, he decided to give Draco a lecture on the dos and don’ts of dating Miss Ginevra Weasley.

Draco just rolled his eyes and interjected “Yes, Weasley,” at the appropriate moments. The lecture was mainly don’ts. Don’t kiss her. Don’t put your arm around her… It seemed like there was nothing he could actually do with her. As such he spent a lot of time tuning the other man out. He may be Ginny’s brother, but he was still a git, and even Ginny thought so at times.

“Are you even listening to me?” Ron demanded.

“Not really,” Draco replied. “It doesn’t matter.

Weasley narrowed his eyes. “What does that mean? If you’re thinking of standing her up…”

“Of course not!” Draco snapped back. “It just doesn’t matter what you say. You’re her brother, not her keeper. As long as I don’t hurt Ginny in any way—which I would never do—it’s none of your business what we do together.”

Hermione appeared at that moment, leaning over the railing on the kitchen stairs. “Would you keep it down please? You’re getting on our nerves. Oh, and Ron, Ginny asked me to pass on a message… stay out of her damn business,”

Draco stifled another laugh as Ron turned to Harry, puzzled. “What did I do? I’m only looking out for my baby sister.”

“She’s not a baby anymore, Weasley. Stay out of it. You’re just going to have to trust that I’m not going to hurt her.”

Ron snorted. “She may have forgotten what you’re like, but I haven’t. I’ll never forget. I’m not going to trust you that easily.”

“Ron, stop it!” they heard Hermione call out again.

Draco smirked. “Listen to your girlfriend, Weasley.” To forestall any more arguments (he personally could have gone on all day, but did not want to put Ginny off before their date had even begun) he went upstairs to get ready.

He had just made it back downstairs again when he heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, he saw Ginny descending the back stairs, and smiled. “Wow, Gin. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she looked down shyly. She was wearing teal robes that set off her complexion perfectly, and hinted at the figure that Draco knew was underneath. Her hair was neatly braided and pinned to the back of her head, showing off her dangling cat’s eye earrings.

“Ready?” he asked. She nodded, and he turned back to the Dream Team. “Don’t wait up for us, kids,” he said, before they Disapparated.

Ron shook his head after them. “I still think this is a bad idea. We should follow them.”

“No Ron,” his girlfriend was firm. “We are not spending our date following them on theirs. No.” Hermione gently placed her hand over his mouth. “We have better things to do.” To cut off any further argument, she kissed him.

“Okay, fine,” he gave in, thinking I wonder if Harry will follow them in his Cloak.

Reluctantly, Harry agreed to tail Ginny and Draco—only because he did not trust Draco Malfoy as far as he could throw him, despite speaking up for him with the Ministry of Magic. Trusting him to start afresh was a whole different matter from trusting him with his ex-girlfriend. Following the couple in his Invisibility Cloak was easy enough; what he had not reckoned upon was Ginny’s uncanny ability to know when somebody was watching her. She whispered something in Malfoy’s ear, and they turned in a different direction into a little alley way between two shops. He followed, and found himself pelted with rocks, some hitting, and some missing. A particularly hard one got him in the chest and he stumbled back, wheezing.

“Show yourself, Potter,” Malfoy demanded.

Harry had no intention of revealing himself, rationalising that they had no way of knowing that it was actually him, it could be anybody. But then Ginny spoke up.

“I know you’re there, Harry. I know Ron convinced you to spy on us. Now take off that Cloak before I start aiming lower.”

Knowing Ginny well enough that she would do just that (and possibly hit her target) Harry removed the Cloak. Malfoy still had a rock in his hand, and looked as though he was going to throw it anyway, but Ginny laid a placating hand on his arm.

“What now?” Harry wanted to know.

“I’ve got a message for you to give my brother,” Ginny’s brown eyes flashed with anger. “If he ever has me followed again, I swear I will transfigure his family jewels into…”

Harry blanched as he heard the threat, and he saw that Malfoy was even paler. From the look in her eyes, he knew that Ginny was serious. He gulped. “How… how do you know I won’t just put my Cloak back on and follow you again?”

“Because you’re leaving it with us.”

“No,” Harry made to put the Cloak back on.

“Wait, Harry.” Ginny took a step forward. “I’m not going to do anything to your dad’s cloak, I just want some privacy. You wouldn’t like it if you were followed on a date. Oh, and Harry… if you don’t hand it over, I’ll do to you what I threatened to do to Ron.” She was smiling sweetly as she said this, but again, her eyes told a different story.

Sighing, Harry threw the Cloak at her. “It better not be damaged.”

“It won’t be. I’ll put it on your bed when we get in. Oh, and Harry?”

“What?” he snarled, suddenly angry.

“You didn’t have to agree to it. You could have told Ron where to shove it.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked back to Malfoy, leaving Harry alone.

“We could have a lot of fun with this,” Draco eyed the Invisibility Cloak.

“No, Draco.”

He sighed. “Girlfriends. Always spoiling your fun… Hey!” he exclaimed as Ginny dug her elbow into his ribs as she packed the Cloak into her carry bag.

“Watch what you say about your girlfriend,” she warned.

“That I love her very much?” he said innocently, giving her a kiss.

“Crawler,” she returned the kiss.

“You know,” Draco began as they walked out of the alley, “that Cloak explains a few things—like what I saw in my third year at Hogwarts: Potter’s disembodied head floating in front of the Shrieking Shack, and the mud that seemingly came from nowhere.”

Ginny giggled. “I heard about that. You ran away screaming when you saw Harry’s head.”

“That is an exaggeration,” he responded with dignity. “I was not screaming.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Listen here, you little minx,” Draco grabbed her waist, but it was not a violent move. Rather, he was tickling her, and she was giggling like mad. “I. Was. Not. Screaming. You got that?”

“Fine!” she squealed. “I won’t offend your male ego by suggesting you screamed.”

He stopped his assault. That was not quite the answer he was looking for, but it was probably the best he was going to get. He drew her into his arms. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Kiss me?” she suggested with a smile.

“With pleasure.” He bent his head and gave her a quick but thorough kiss. “Now, where shall we go, fair lady? The Three Broomsticks, or someplace quieter?”

“Not the Three Broomsticks, it’s too crowded. Not the Hogs Head either,” Ginny grimaced. “That place is disgusting. Madam Puddifoot’s?”

“Madam Puddifoot’s it is.”

After they settled down in the little tea shop and placed their orders, conversation turned to lighter topics. They did not often run out of things to say, and when they did, the silences were comfortable ones. Draco would hold her hand, running his thumb over the smooth skin and occasionally kissing her knuckles; and once or twice Ginny initiated a little game of her own. She would tease him by running her foot up the inside of his leg as far as she could reach, then dropping it suddenly and focussing on the table as if nothing had happened. But Draco had woken up to her little game. The next time she tried it, he trapped her foot between his thighs before she could drop it.

“So, Gin,” he said conversationally as he dropped his other hand to her ankle. “Was it deliberate the other night?”

“Was what deliberate?” Ginny was confused. Not only was the question a non sequitur, but Draco had discovered that her foot was bare and was caressing it, making it difficult for her to think.

“What you were wearing under that kimono. Or should I say, lack thereof.”

She blushed as she realised what he was talking about. “Oh! Um… no. That… that was an accident. I had a shower to try and relax enough to go to sleep. It didn’t work, so I knocked on your door, and somehow forgot that I had nothing on underneath.”

“Somehow forgot?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “Convenient. Are you sure you weren’t trying to drive me crazy? ‘Cos it worked.” In his mind’s eye he could see the vision she made lying stretched out on his bed, and he could feel himself harden in response to that mental image.

Ginny could feel it too. “I could tell,” she teased, curling her toes to brush his growing hardness. “But no, it was a happy accident. One that I know you enjoyed.”

“That I did,” he stroked the underside of her foot. “So did you, as I recall.”

“Mm hmm,” she stretched languidly. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

Draco gulped. “Um, before or after the naked part?”

“Either, both.” Ginny grinned. “If you’re ‘up’ for it, of course.”

Before Draco could reply, a new voice cut into the conversation. “Who’s up for what?” He turned bright red when he realised who the voice belonged to: one of the Weasley twins.

Ginny dropped her foot in surprise. “George, Katie, what are you two doing here?”

George’s girlfriend, Katie Bell, former Gryffindor Chaser, smiled down at Ginny. “Same as you, apparently; looking for a quiet place to sit and talk.” Her smile faltered when she turned to Draco. Their shared history of what happened in his sixth year at Hogwarts, when he was trying to be a good little Death Eater, was like a shroud between them.

Draco looked directly at Katie. “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry for what I did to you back then. I didn’t mean to hurt you in particular, you were just a means to an end, and I’m sorry you got hurt. I’m not looking for your forgiveness, but I wanted you to know that I am sorry. We can go if you like,” he made to stand up.

“No, don’t,” Katie said. “I’m not sure if I can forgive you, but I’d like to put it behind us. George told me of your efforts to make good, and how you were with Ginny, and I’d like to give you another chance. May we join you?”

Ginny frowned. “You’re not here to spy, are you?”

“I’m not, and George better not be,” Katie sat down, giving her boyfriend a little glare.

George put up his hands in a ‘who me?’ manner as he sat in the chair that Ginny had vacated (so she could be closer to Draco). “I don’t need to spy on them. I can get dirt through other means.”

“Yes, and remember that I can get you back in kind,” Ginny smiled, but there was a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“You’re scary when you do that,” George shivered. “You remind me of me and Fred.”

“You’d be getting off easy,” Draco informed him. “Compared to what she said she’d do to Potter and your brother. Tell me, Gin, do you always go around threatening a man’s private parts?”

Ginny just grinned. “Only when they deserve it.”

“You’d better believe she can do it, too,” George added. “Before going to Hogwarts she managed to get most of us that way with accidental magic.”

“You were teasing me rotten!” his sister protested. “And quit telling tales about me!”

“You have any more tales about Gin?” Draco asked with interest.

“Don’t say anything, George,” Ginny warned. “Or you’ll suffer the same fate as Ron and Harry.”

“Sorry, old boy,” George winked at the ex-Slytherin. I’ll have to tell you later.”

“Hey!”

Draco slid his arm around her. “Gin, you can’t threaten the privates of everyone in your family when they want to tell stories about you.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “And we both know what you’d rather do with mine.”

Ginny blushed as he kissed behind her ear. George waggled his finger at them. “Now now, Malfoy, no seducing my sister in a public place.”

Said sister giggled. “But seducing me in private is all right,” she said softly in Draco’s ear. He chuckled and kissed her gently. When no protest came from George, Draco glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the other man was similarly occupied with Katie. Smiling, Draco took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping in his tongue when Ginny compliantly opened her mouth under his. Both couples broke apart when the young serving wizard arrived with Draco and Ginny’s order and whistled.

They spent a couple of hours talking in the tea shop, with George and Katie taking pains not to heckle Draco in any way, despite what their personal feelings might have been. Ginny noted this, and was grateful that they were making the effort—she knew there would be awkward moments due to the natural mistrust of Draco and the reputation he was struggling to overcome. She sighed.

“Anything wrong?” Draco asked her softly.

Ginny shook her head. “Why don’t we go? They don’t look as though they would miss us, and I don’t particularly want to watch my brother neck.”

“They could use the privacy,” Draco agreed, reaching into his pockets for some money to settle the bill. George and Katie were so wrapped up in each other that they did not even notice the younger couple preparing to leave.

Ginny grinned. “Have fun, you two.” The necking pair did not even flinch.

“So what do you want to do now?” Draco asked as they made their way down the street.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I sort of feel like just going back to the farm. Maybe we’ll get lucky and the others won’t be back, and we can get some privacy.”

“We can hope,” he agreed. With that, they Disapparated.

Their luck held—the farm house was deserted. “What do you want to do now?”

Ginny grinned and sidled up to her boyfriend, pressing herself right against him and kissing him hard. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as he slid his arms around her, holding her against his growing response. She whimpered, breaking the kiss to lick her way down his neck to the collar of his robes, Draco’s breath quickened, and she felt his arousal double. “Mm, someone’s getting excited.”

With a growl, Draco slid his hands down to her backside and lifted her up, growling deeper when she linked her legs around his waist and pressed herself against him. Turning around, he pressed her against the wall. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered harshly against her lips, capturing them again.

“Oh, I think I do,” she replied as he kissed her neck, thrusting her hips against his. “I am driving you mad with lust, turning you on and making you hard for me,” she whispered, tightening her legs around him, pressing him closer to her core as he grew even harder.

“You’re right,” he murmured, lifting one hand to loosen the collar of her robes, holding her against the wall with his body. “And what am I doing to you?”

“You’re… ah… you’re… oh…” She suddenly found herself at a loss for words, unable to think, as Draco began sucking at the hollow of her throat. Unconsciously, she began moving her hips against his, increasing his desire and hers.

Draco groaned as he trailed kisses back up to her neck. “I’m what?” he asked, nuzzling behind her ear.

She turned her head to kiss him, moaning as he deepened it. “I need you,” she breathed when they broke for air. “I need to feel you against me, inside me.”

Busy capturing her lips in another searing kiss, it took a while for her words to sink in. Panting, he drew back to look into her eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked. But there was no fear reflected in her brown orbs. Only desire.

She nodded. “I’m ready, Draco. I think I was ready the other night, but we were interrupted.”

Draco could make no reply other than to kiss her hard. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers. “We should probably take his upstairs.” Reluctantly, he let her slide to the floor, hissing when she brushed against him. “My room?”

She nodded, and they both Disapparated. As soon as they appeared in the bedroom, Ginny reached for him, only to groan when he backed away. “Don’t play hard to get now.”

“I’m not,” he leaned forward to lightly kiss her. “I just think we need to slow down.”

She groaned again. His lips were hovering above hers, but she could not capture them in a kiss. “How can you stand to go slow?”

There was no answer; instead he skimmed his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts and sliding his fingers into the fastenings of her robes. With agonising slowness, he slid them undone, following the path of his hands with his lips. Once undone, he slipped the robes from her shoulders, caressing as he went. This action was repeated for her under robes, until she was clad only in her underwear and sandals. He slid his hands up her back, stroking, caressing, making her shiver, as he slowly backed her to the bed.

“Sit down,” he whispered, prodding her gently. Kneeling in front of her, he grinned as she gave him a confused look. He indicated her sandals. “Got to take these off.”

Ginny rolled her eyes as he set about to do just that. Her hands were not idle—they strayed to the fastenings of his robes, making fast work of them, so she could feel the smooth skin underneath. Her skin was tingling as he ran his hands up her legs, gently parting them so he could move between them. She drew his head to hers for a kiss, moaning when his lips only brushed hers before fixing on her shoulder, sucking not so gently.

“Draco…”

“Mm, Gin?” he licked the hollow of her throat, one hand slipping a bra strap off her shoulder.

“We have a little problem,”

Panting, he pulled back to look at her. “What is it?”

She grinned. “You’re over dressed.”

He let out a laugh. “And what are we going to do about that?”

She kissed him, prodding him to stand. “We need to slip these off,” she suited action to words, sliding his robes off, leaving him standing in only his boxers and shoes. As their kisses grew fiercer her hands slid across his smooth, toned chest down to his waist and beyond. He growled low in his throat as her hand slipped into his boxers to cup his length. “Still want to go slow?” she murmured against his lips.

Draco dragged his lips from hers and picked her up. “Need to make it last,” he muttered, kicking off his shoes and laying her on the bed. He pressed his body to hers, his hands roaming all over.

Ginny was content with this only for a moment before taking control and rolling them over so that she was on top, straddling his hips. With a last kiss she sat back, rubbing herself against him. “You like?”

Groaning, he gripped her hips, stilling their movements. “What are you trying to do to me?”

“Test your endurance. You were the one who wanted to do slow.” Smiling, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and remove it, leaning forward so that her breasts brushed his chest. Her lips captured his fiercely as his hands trailed upwards to cup her breasts; but all too soon (for him) she wiggled out of his grasp and started to kiss her way down his chest. She flicked her tongue around his nipples, gently biting them, her desire growing along with his. Lower she went, sliding his boxers down, her tongue laving his navel, bypassing his manhood to slide the boxers off, removing his socks while she was at it.

Now she turned her attention to that part of him that craved it. Lightly she stroked him, her fingers trailing up and down his length before reaching underneath to cup his heavy balls. Then her lips replaced her fingers on his shaft, placing kisses all over before tracing her tongue around the head.

Draco’s breath left him in a quivering rush when her lips engulfed the tip. His hands flexed and gripped the bedclothes under him as his passion grew within him. He longed to hold her, kiss her, but he was at the mercy of her mouth and the magic she was working. Hips bucking, he felt a slight tightening in his balls and he knew this release was not far off. “Gin… love… stop… please…” he ground out.

Ginny’s head came up, a sultry smile on her face. “I thought you would enjoy that.”

Catching his breath, he reached down to stroke her cheek. “I do, but if you keep going it will be over too soon. Get up here.”

She crawled up his body, careful to remain on one side of him. Wiping beads of sweat from his brow, she waited until his breathing slowed before kissing him again. “Have you recovered?”

Smirking, Draco suddenly flipped Ginny onto her back, lying over her and kissing her again. “Enough to give you a taste of your own medicine.” He touched his lips to hers, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in to duel with hers. One hand slipped between her legs to stroke her through her damp panties. “Mm, someone’s hot and wet. Is this for me?”

She moaned. “For you. Always for you.” She felt his lips on her neck, trailing burning kisses down her shoulders, arms and body. Special attention was paid to her breasts before he made his way downwards, kissing and suckling. Her arms encircled him, holding his head to her breasts as her moans grew louder, her hips moving of their own accord. Just when she felt she could no longer stand the rush of desire, he let them go and kissed his way further down, treating her navel as she did his.

He gently slipped her panties past her hips and down her long legs, kissing as he made his way back up. Long fingers stroked her damp ginger curls as her legs parted automatically to give him access to that secret part of her, a sharp intake of breath came from her as he slipped one finger, then another, inside her. Slowly they thrust in and out as her hips moved in time. Then his mouth replaced his fingers.

Ginny’s hips bucked at the touch of his lips to her core. Her hand tangled in his fine silver blond hair, holding him to her as he loved her. Heat was spiralling to her core; she could feel a tension build within her, a sweet tingling along her spine. Again she felt she could no longer stand it. “Draco, please,” she moaned, not knowing what she was pleading for. But he halted not in his actions, and she shuddered, screaming her release as he lapped her juices.

As luck would have it, the couple were not alone in the farm house at that moment. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had run into Tonks in Diagon Alley, and the latter mentioned that she had left her dragonhide gloves at the farm when she popped in on Ginny’s birthday, Hermione suggested that they quickly go back and pick up the gloves while the boys indulged their fancy in the Quidditch shop; so she and the older witch Apparated back to the farm in time to hear Ginny scream.

“Was that Ginny?” Tonks asked. Without waiting for a reply, she dashed upstairs, Hermione on her heels. By some instinct she headed for her cousin’s room, not Ginny’s.

Shaking, Draco crawled his way up Ginny’s body to give her a kiss, deepening it so that she could taste herself on his lips. “I don’t think I can wait anymore, Gin,” he whispered, panting.

Ginny slid her arms around his neck and drew his head down to her. “Then don’t,” she murmured against his lips.

Groaning, he kissed her again, further parting her thighs in readiness. But before he could guide himself into her, the bedroom door burst open. His head whipped around.

“Oh good gracious bloody Hell!” Hermione exclaimed as she and Tonks hastily backed out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

Ginny’s face flamed red as Draco collapsed on top of her. “Please tell me that wasn’t Hermione and Tonks,” she moaned.

“I’m sorry, Gin,” he lifted his head. “Can I kill them?”

Hermione fell back against the door, hot with embarrassment. “Wow,” was all she could manage.

Tonks was also red in the face. “That was far more of my cousin than I ever wanted to see.”

“Should we break things up?” the younger witch asked.

“Not on your life,” Nymphadora Tonks replied firmly. “I know your tentative trust of Draco wouldn’t cover this, but Ginny is over 17. We have no right to stop her from doing things like this; no matter foolish they seem to us. I know that Draco really likes her, perhaps even loves her. For better or worse, Ginny’s made her bed, now she has to lie in it.”

Hermione groaned. “That was a bad pun, Tonks.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” that lady grinned. “Come on, let’s get the gloves and get out of here, leave the lovebirds alone.” This done, the cheerful Auror had one last parting shot for her cousin and his girlfriend. “Ginny, don’t forget the Prophylactic Charm!” she yelled before Disapparating.

Upstairs in Draco’s room, the couple heard Tonks yell. “Prophylactic Charm?” Draco asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Ginny suddenly sat up. “It’s a charm that protects against unwanted pregnancies.”

Draco turned somewhat paler than usual. “We never stopped to think of that.”

“Not to worry,” Ginny scrambled off the bed to rummage through her robes for her wand. “That’s easy fixed.” She pointed the wand to her womb and spoke the charm; red-violet sparks shooting from her wand to disappear into her lower abdomen. She winced as the expected cramp came and went.

“Are you all right?” Draco asked solicitously.

She nodded. “I’m fine. More than fine.” She stretched languidly.

He gulped; the sight of her stretching there, naked in all her glory, sent a renewed stirring to his loins. “Where were we?” he asked huskily.

With a sultry smile, Ginny was back on the bed, crawling over to him. “I believe you were about to slide into me and fill me up,” she whispered.

Draco pounced, flipping her onto her back. “Was I now?” Latching his mouth onto her neck, he reached down to the juncture between her legs, testing her readiness, and finding her slick with need. Moving between her thighs, he asked, “Are you sure about this?” just to be sure.

Ginny groaned, thrusting her hips upwards in an effort to speed things along. “Hurry up before I take matters into my own hands,” she muttered.

“Impatient wench,” he muttered back, even as he guided himself into her. He was planning to take it slow and easy, being her first time and all, but to his surprise he found himself sliding in to the hilt without meeting any resistance. Needless to say, he was surprised.

Knowing what was on his mind, Ginny took advantage of his confusion to flip them over again, rotating her hips and moving up and down with ease. She grinned at his expression. “You look gob smacked, Draco.”

It was a mild way of putting it. “I thought you had never done this before,” he muttered.

“I haven’t,” she replied. “I’m a virgin… or was one before this,” she grinned ruefully.

“Then how…”

Her grin grew as she tightened her inner muscles to squeeze him, watching his grey eyes roll. “My friend Persephone and I found a charm to remover a woman’s maidenhead. We decided to try it, figuring that if it worked it would save us pain later. I’m glad it did.”

Draco gritted his teeth in an attempt to make it last; Ginny being a far sweeter haven than he had dreamed of. To turn the tables on what she was doing, he reached down between them to stroke her already sensitised bud. Her movements faltered, the combination of sensations obviously becoming too much. She shuddered, letting out another loud scream as she came.

Taking advantage of her sudden languid state, he rolled them over again, sliding smoothly in and out of her depths. His attempts at keeping a steady pace were hampered by her locking her ankles around him and thrusting her hips in time with his. She began whimpering, close to another orgasm, her inner muscles clenching around him. With a groan his restraint gave way, and he began thrusting madly into her. Her whimpers turned into a scream as she came again, and she reflexively tightened around him again. It was enough to send him over the edge; he groaned her name out as he joined her in ecstasy.

Slumping, he made to move off her, but she tightened her arms around him. “Don’t go,” she whispered. “I still want to feel you.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Draco leaned back to look at her, keeping his hips connected with hers, still inside her, though now soft. The arrogant part of him was pleased to note that she was languid and clearly sated. “I was your first, huh? I take it you liked?”

She nodded. “Enough to do it again,” she rolled her hips to prove her point.

He laughed as he felt a flicker of stirring in his loins. “You may have to wait a moment. But I’m glad you liked.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow, matching his expression. “You’re looking very self-satisfied at being my first, aren’t you? How many virgins have you broken in?”

His jaw dropped. “Ginevra Weasley. That is a very impertinent question.”