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Any Means of Distraction	By : danator Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 8327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Typical warning, I own nothing but a strong love for the characters of JK Rowling and a creepy perverse sense of fun.

This story was written for my lovely friends who enable me.
I asked them all to think of challenges I should work in. Here�s what they gave me to work with:

For Mary:
Draco and Ginny had to remain in character. She has to be strong, he can�t be too fluffy.

For Ross: The following phrases had to be incorporated in context
a rubber chicken
breaking the 4th wall
speedos
the Hogwartz swimming team
the phrase "cart before the horse"
and oranges

For Blair:
�work in the word �rumproast� �

Thanks to Josh my birthday buddy, who helped me with the Latin and Michelle my dutiful, delightful, intoxicating beta.

And of course, thanks to my equally bizarre boyfriend, who not only encourages these stories, but allows me to read them to him over the phone, terrible British accent and all.

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Any Means of Confusion

It was a warm day in early October at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ginny Weasley was hurrying down a sun-bathed hallway towards the astronomy tower. She was late to Professor Trelawny's class (again) and she was in no mood for double transfiguration homework. She had been so preoccupied with the war the past year, she had forgotten how stressful just juggling classwork and quiddich could be. It didn't help that she was the newly appointed captain of the Gryffindor quiddich team, and she was taking 7 NEWT courses.

Harry of course had not returned to Hogwarts this year as he was busy helping rebuild the Wizarding world now that Voldemort had been vanquished. Ginny was thankful that all of the sudden, life was terribly normal again, but fighting Voldemort always had been a rather useful excuse to be late for class. She cursed herself under her breath for such horrible thoughts.

As Ginny rounded a corner, she found herself quite suddenly in a room she had not seen before. The castle had shifted on her, as it always seemed to do in situations where it was the least convenient. Magic could be cruel like that.

Ginny faced four walls, all of which appeared to be made of very solid stone and mortar. With a sigh Ginny drew her wand and proceeded to poke each wall in turn, looking for a sign of a way out. The first three walls stubbornly remained stone no matter what spell she cast on them. She desperately hurled an "alohamora" at the fourth wall and found herself breaking through. She landed on the other side, atop something rather soft and squirmy.

A sneer came from the small pointed mouth of the pale wizard pinned underneath her.

"Is this the only way you could get a good grope Weasley? I'm not surprised�"

Ginny roughly hauled herself to her feet and glared at Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy from what I've heard, you're the last person a girl turns to for a good grope."

Draco's mouth tightened at the corners ferociously and Ginny imagined the torrent of insults preparing to spill out of him. In no mood for his usual ignorant prattle, Ginny gave a quick swish of her wand and silently cast the Bat-Bogey Hex. As Draco pelted down the hall (hotly pursued by his own bogies) Ginny felt a rush of pride. She wondered if she could get extra credit in Defense against the dark arts for a perfectly executed non-verbal incantation.

By the time Ginny made her way up the spindly ladder into the North Tower, class was half over and Trelawny was predicting that Venus would disrupt relationships and cause boils during the next lunar cycle. Ginny suppressed a snort as she scooted into her seat next to Luna.

While filling in her chart of the planets for that night, Ginny filled Luna in on her encounter with Malfoy in hushed tones. As always, Luna had a difficult time understanding why Malfoy was the last person on earth Ginny would want to land on in an empty hallway.

Over the summer, McGonagall had mysteriously appeared with the ferret at the Order (which had finally been re-established in the Black mansion). The moment he stepped foot into the manor he had crumpled onto the ground. He spent weeks regaining his strength, and the whole ordeal had been rather secretive. Ginny still had no idea what he had done to gain McGonagall�s trust. However every encounter she had with him had been increasingly unpleasant. He somehow had become head boy, which made him even more unbearable than Ginny had previously imagined possible.

Luna was not one to understand little things like petty ongoing feuds, so Ginny always had a hard time conveying her frustrations. As Ginny recounted the story, Luna tilted her head dangerously close to Ginny�s (she always whispered at an uncomfortably close proximity, 'to avoid malicious eavesdropping gnitworks'. Obviously.) "Well� I suppose landing on him was better than the floor". Ginny laughed before she realized Luna wasn't joking. Oh dear, that girl did have a startling knack for honesty.

�So, now that you�ve hexed him, are you done fighting?� Luna gazed at Ginny steadily, seemingly convinced that one bat-bogey hex had been all it would take to shed years of resentment. Ginny huffed.

�well, no not at all really. I expect he�s off plotting out some foul revenge as we speak� she spat out slowly.

�Oh� so, when he hexes you back, then you�ll be done fighting?� Luna querried.

�Well�. No�. I mean, not that he�s capable of hexing me in the first place but I suppose, I mean� �

Luna shook her head from side to side, causing her long blonde hair to swish softly.
�The Quibbler says if two people fight like that, they must be suffering from an infestation of kibbits. The only way to get them out is to kiss. I say try that before you accidentally kill each other.�

Ginny snorted into her quill and quickly busied herself with her lunar chart as Professor Trelawney paused a few tables away. She prodded her notes with her wand experimentally to see if she had the rotation of the planets quite right. Her scroll immediately turned into a rubber chicken. Hrm, perhaps she was more distracted than she realized.

She wondered what Malfoy would do if she did kiss him. An evil warmth spread through her stomach. Something told her he would agonize over it. What an interesting thought.

Too bad he would probably hex her into oblivion if she ever was close enough to even consider it.
Pity.

Several hours later Ginny found herself walking across the quiddich pitch with her Cleansweep 700 over her shoulder. She had managed to finish her charms homework� coercing a scarf to slither its way around the neck of it's wearer like a wooly snake� and she was desperate to clear her head for an hour or so.

As she kicked off the ground, the stress from the day seemed to melt away. Ginny had almost forgotten why she was so tightly wound when she sensed she wasn't alone. She looked down and saw a white-blonde figure, clad in black robes, glaring up at her. She had no time to react before she heard him shout something with his wand raised. The wind was still whipping in her ears, but she suddenly felt what she was sure was his desired effect.

Her broom was vibrating. So slowly at first, she almost didn't notice it, but it was rapidly increasing. A painful tingle spread through her hands and thighs as she desperately tried to hold on. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only problem: she had never before realized how a broom had opportune access to her cunny. This was, however, not the time or the place to be feeling that sweeping feeling in her stomach. She knew if she didn't land NOW she would be having an orgasm high above the grounds of Hogwarts, while sliding around on her out-of-control broom, which did not seem like an ideal situation.

She swooped towards the quiddich pitch, but unfortunately, the Hufflepuff team was trooping out onto the field at that exact moment. Not in any mood to have them seeing her quite this flustered, Ginny veered toward the Forbidden Forest, only to see Hagrid lumbering alongside the edge, engaged in a chat with a haggard looking Professor Sprout who appeared to be gathering armfuls of pink ferns. The broom was now vibrating rapidly. Ginny's hands were now drenched in sweat and she locked her arms together in a desperate attempt to hang on. In doing so, she brought her chest to the broom and felt her bones rattling, all the while her cunt was eagerly willing the vibrations on. She could feel herself close to the brink.
In frustration, Ginny veered left and quite suddenly found herself over the great lake. The pounding in her core was the only thing she was aware of now. Her heart skipped a beat, her vision blurred, and then quite suddenly, she was falling.

Draco had been watching the entire endeavor with a satisfied smirk plastered to his face. When he cast the spell, Weasley had been close to the ground and he had assumed she would drop down and see how it felt to land on someone else for a change. He was surprised when she opted to take off, and even more pleased with himself when he figured out why she was flying quite so erratically. That was an unexpected side-effect of his spell, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

Any joy he was experiencing had been erased when the muggle-lover dropped off her broom and plunged towards the lake. Draco had been lucky to be accepted back at Hogwarts. Both his parents were currently in jail, the Malfoy name now had little pull in the wizarding world. He couldn't afford to be responsible for a massive injury to another student.

He pulled off his shoes and dove into the lake in hot pursuit of her.

Ginny awoke shivering in a strange bed. She was aware of a fire somewhere in the room that, thus far, had done nothing to remove the chill from her bones. She was wrapped in a thick black fur.

"About time Weasley," drawled a familiar voice.

After extricating Ginny from the lake, Draco had slopped his way through the castle, dripping a trail of water behind him that he knew would infuriate Filch.

By the time he reached his room she was shivering so violently he was afraid she really would die, so he did the first thing that came to mind. He lit a fire and began to strip her. Her robes and skirt came off fairly easily. Her sweater, though, provided more of a challenge, and her undershirt was practically glued to her skin. He couldn't help but marvel at how unblemished and smooth her skin was, despite it being clammy to the touch. He found his touch lingering on her shoulders and stomach, which was unsettling in itself. Basked in the light of the fire (and unconscious) she was significantly more attractive than he had ever realized. The sudden rush of blood to his crotch would not have been so uncomfortable if Draco was not still soaking wet and fully dressed. As his erection strained against his wet, rough, slacks Draco flinched and recalled the task at hand. He continued to mechanically strip Weasley.

Only when he had gotten her down to her bra and panties did he recall that he was a WIZARD and could use magic, so he twisted his wand in a complicated series of motions and in a moment Ginny was miraculously dry. Of course, once he had conjured warm blankets for her he realized that he too was frozen to the core. She seemed comfortable enough on his bed and he didn't relish the idea of waking her and dealing with her wrath, so he left her there and went off to take a bath.

He returned clad only in a towel. As he strode forward, he found her sitting bolt upright, white as a ghost and angry as a goblin. He leaned against the bedroom door gracefully and gazed superiorly down at her. Only then did Ginny realize that he must have, at some point, undressed her.

"Tell me what you did with my clothes before I hex you into oblivion, Malfoy. And tell me how the hell I wound up here."

Ginny distantly recalled Draco pulling her from the lake and carrying her (really? A Malfoy carried her?) back to his quarters. There, he had peeled off her wet clothes (down to her underwear in any case, he didn't value saving her enough to deal with seeing how far her freckles extended, or so he muttered loudly) and there, her memories stopped.

How had she wound up in the lake anyway? She shook her head from side to side, trying to clear the cobwebs around her brain, but to no avail.

"As far as I can tell, you were trying out for Hogwart's swim team," Malfoy drawled haughtily. "I only assumed you didn't bother with a swimming outfit since your family couldn't afford to buy you one�"

Ginny lunged from the bed towards Draco. Wand be damned, she could think of plenty of ways to hurt him that didn't involve a lick of magic.

Draco leapt to the side, a look of panic on his face. He fumbled with his wand and drew it level to Ginny's chest.

"If I were you, I would take your�. Clothes, and leave" he used his wand to gesture at her neatly folded and pressed uniform that was resting on a leather chair by the fire. Ginny swept forward, buttoned up her skirt, yanked on her sweater and scooped her wand into her hand. She bolted for the door and wrenched it open. For a split second she stood there, her face half illuminated by the fire and half in the darkness of the hallway. Malfoy turned to face the fireplace, relieved that she was leaving.

"That was one hell of a spell back there Malfoy. Although, I'd prefer it if I wasn't in the air next time" Ginny called over her shoulder, and with a swish and a nod she hexed his towel right off. She caught a glimpse of his skinny, pale legs and she found herself blushing and smirking at the sight of his flat muscular bum. "Now I suppose we're even." Ginny breathed, as she swiftly snapped the door shut behind her.

Luna, yet again, proved to be of little help. Ginny sat down with her at breakfast in the Great Hall the next morning and filled her in (for the most part) on the events of the day before.

"So tell me, what kind of weapon IS the giant squid working on down there in the lake? My father's sources say it's a trap of sorts�I also heard the mermaids are manufacturing a muggle oddity called a 'speed-o', as part of a twisted plan of global domination" Luna hummed intensely. Ginny did her best to refrain from rolling her eyes as she peeled her orange.

"Didn't you hear me? Malfoy almost killed me yesterday!" Ginny pounded her fist on the table for emphasis. Luna gazed at her, looking slightly surprised.

"Yes but he's much nicer than before. From what you've said, last year he would have let you drown, wouldn't he?"

Ginny frowned. That hadn't occurred to her.

�So have you kissed him yet? It sounds to me like the kibbits are breeding. Shame.�

Ginny released a heavy sigh and turned to look at Draco, who was at that moment strutting out of the great hall.

�Tempting Luna, really tempting, but no thanks. Really�

Luna shrugged.

"Anyway, shouldn't you be on the quiddich pitch already? The game starts in a few minutes,� Luna said, as she produced her infamous roaring Gryffindor hat from under the table.

Ginny gazed at her blankly. Quiddich. Today. The first match of the season.
Merlin, no! Ginny threw down the remainder of her orange and bolted out of the Great Hall� she was late for her first game as captain.

The match was Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. In past years it had been a fairly easy win. Even with Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff team had relied more on luck than skill. However, without Oliver Wood, or Harry, or Fred, or George, or sadly even Ron, the Gryfindor team was significantly lacking.

In a grim three-hour match, Gryfindor had been defeated 180�00. Ginny was flabbergasted that they had failed to score a single goal and she was looking very much forward to a long hot steam.

After a prolonged team debriefing, Ginny lagged behind in the shower until she felt the stench of defeat was mostly washed away. The rest of the team and the crowd were long gone when she trudged her way up from the quiddich pitch to the castle alone, dreading the pile of homework that was waiting for her.

As she walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a pair of strong, cool hands reached out of nowhere and pinned her against a nearby tree. Ginny opened her mouth to scream and one of the hands pressing against her shoulder moved and clamped down over her mouth. Cool gray eyes peered into hers and Draco Malfoy licked his lips in a rather superior manner.

"Calm down Weasley, I just wanted to return this"

He cautiously removed his hand from her mouth and reached into his robes. He handed her a neatly folded undershirt.

"Ahem. I would have burned it, but Merlin knows what effect that cheap material would have on my fireplace".

Ginny automatically reached out to accept the shirt, but his harsh words stung her and she dropped it clumsily.

Draco pressed himself closer to her.

"Bet you thought you were clever with that towel trick you pulled. Bet you aren't feeling so brave now, are you Weaselby?"

Ginny tilted her chin up towards him. Her heart was pounding.

Draco pressed his mouth a millimeter away from her ear, his breath was as hot as fire and caused all the hair on her neck to stand on end.

"I bet Potter liked those little tricks of yours. Or, maybe not. No wonder you're all alone these days"

In a flash their positions were changed and Malfoy was pressed against the tree. Ginny had her hand on his throat and his head was tilted back at an unnatural angle.

"Malfoy, most boys drop the jackass act in grade four, when they want to impress girls. You seriously need to work on that." Malfoys jaw worked, up and down silently, as he gagged slightly oh his own tongue.

Ginny loosened her grip and brought her face level to Malfoys.

"You are vermin. You do not get to speak to me about my love life. Are we clear?"

Malfoy twisted under her firm grip. Ginny pressed her free hand into his chest firmly.

"I'll take that as a yes".

She was so close to his face right now. His mouth was obscenely pink against his pale skin as he struggled for air. Ginny bit her lower lip as she scanned his face, thinking rapidly of what she could do to detain him long enough to make a solid escape.
Sure she had the upper hand right now, but something told her the moment she let go of Malfoy, she would be pinned against that tree all over again.

Luna�s voice drifted dreamily through her head at that moments.
�Ginny if you don�t kiss him, the kibbits will nest in your brain and you�ll spend the rest of your life addled with anger and hate��

Of course. The one thing Malfoy would never expect. Ginny crushed her lips into his.

Malfoy�s mind raced. What was going on? This was wildly unexpected and torturous. A voice in the back of his head sneered that he should be disgusted. Surely the stench of a muggle-lover would be impossible to remove from his skin tonight. He was vaguely aware that he should be struggling.

Malfoy didn't notice her hands releasing him. He stood stock still as her warm mouth captured his lower lip and teased it ever so slightly. He felt her tongue tracing his mouth slowly. Agonizingly, she traced each of his lips, gently at first and then with a sudden roughness that he would never have expected. He gasped, and she took advantage of his open mouth by snaking her tongue past his lips. That snapped him straight to attention.

To Draco's surprise, he was kissing her back. Her lips were lethally soft and sweet. He wound his hand through her hair and gasped for air as her kisses grew even more ferocious. Ginny was not taking kindly to Draco's reaction, and she doubled her efforts. She traced her thumb over his sleek jaw line. He shuddered under her touch and returned the gesture, tracing a path from her face down her neck until his hand came to rest at the crest of her breast.

Gentle drops of rain began to fall but both Draco and Ginny were too distracted to notice. Ginny arched her back into his touch as Draco sought out her nipple. She felt it harden and he rolled it roughly between his thumb and forefinger. They were now kissing so fiercly their lips were swollen and rough. Neither party was backing down.

Never one to be outdone Ginny returned the gesture. The gentle rain had turned into a downpour and both of them were soaked. Ginny slid her hand under Draco's shirt and over his slick stomach. She was surprised at how muscular he was. Given that she had shared a locker room with male quiddich players for three years she probably shouldn't have been surprised, but she had always assumed Draco considered himself above anything as remedial as training.

As she traced her hand slowly (agonizingly slowly in Draco's mind) over his stomach and up his chest, Draco sucked in his breath. Her instincts were almost too good. His cock was demanding that he throw this witch down and shag her rotten here and now, damn her blood-traitor status.

Ginny seemed to read his mind. She pressed him harder against the tree as he yanked open the buttons on her blouse. Creamy freckled skin appeared before him and he buried his mouth against her neck. He traced long, firm kisses from her collar, up her jawline, flitting his tongue along the most sensetive spots. She tilted her neck back and gasped as his lips trapped her ear lobe and he gently grazed the delicate skin behind it. Ginny felt her knees buckle.

Her tiny hands sought out his metal belt buckle and yanked it open. Draco paused and dug his nails into her skin, raking his hand up and down her back. Ginny dropped to her knees and delicately, traced the sensitive line from one hip bone to the other with her tongue, his entire body shook and burned. Both her hands were resting on his thighs, inches away from where he wanted her. His cock jutted against his (once again) rough soaking trousers.

�Ginny�. Please� he moaned as he tilted his head towards the sky.

That was all she needed to hear.

She was suddenly on her feet again, purring into his mouth. And then, her hand rose to his face yet again. This time the motion was far less tender. His eyes stung with the force of the slap and her eyes loomed dangerously close to his.

�So how�s it feel to beg a blood-traitor Malfoy?� Her mouth darted forward and captured his lower lip and a quick and painful bite. �I think we�re done here.�

With that Ginny firmly pressed her index finger into Draco�s chest. His eyes registered surprise as he tilted back into the forgotten tree, and slowly slid down to the ground.

Ginny swooped down and grabbed the long overlooked, now muddy shirt that was lying on the ground. Draco watched in a daze as her fiery red hair retreated away from him, towards the castle in the distance.

Draco dazedly touched his hand to his face. His skin was searing from the slap. His eyes narrowed. Clearly, this was war.

Ginny swiped a soaking strand of hair out of her face with a smile. That would sure as hell keep Malfoy out of her life� for a little while at least.

"I am starting to have an unfortunate connotation of being wet around Draco Malfoy" Ginny thought to herself as she sloshed her way towards the Gryffindor common room.

She paused for a moment. "That� came out wrong"

She took a step and was reminded of the throbbing ache of desire between her legs. Fucking Malfoy. She didn't want to imagine how cocky he would be if he knew what effect he had on her body.

But he never would know. Hell no. Ginny shrugged and continued her way through the castle.

She may had enjoyed the kiss� which was unexpected� but she would be damned if she ever let that on to him. She was determined to continue with her plan, act as though she had been using him to make him look like and utter sod. Maybe even threaten to tell all the other Slytherins. Yes, there was a way to turn this around. She just had to think about it for a little while�.

Draco lay awake that night in his bed. He brought his hand to his face and breathed in deeply� he could still smell Weasley's shampoo on it. He rolled over onto his side.

What was she playing at? He wasn't sure why he had felt the need to return her shirt by the forest, but he was certain it had nothing to do with emotional attachment. When he had gotten sick of seeing it lying around, he had grabbed it with the intent of finding her, which he did.

He should have just thrown the damn thing away.

One thing was certain, he wasn�t going to tell a damn soul about this.

His cock was aching. He absentmindedly reached down and stroked it, gasping sharply as visions of Weasley, soaked and on her knees, entered his mind. He had to fuck her. That was the only way to complete this. Slay the dragon so to speak. He only wanted her because she was forbidden.

Yes, once he fucked her, he would have the upper hand yet again. But he was putting the cart before the horse. Right now all that mattered was release. He would have her in the morning. Tonight he could fulfill himself in other ways.

Draco picked up his wand from his bedside table and cast his glance around the room, looking for something. His eyes came to rest upon one of his socks, which had been drying in front of the fire. He snatched it up and turned it over in his hand, fingering the expensive soft material hesitantly. He cast a look over his shoulder, as though afraid he was being watched (the privacy of the head boys room was taking some getting used to.) He then casually touched his wand to the sock and muttered �Calesca osculam�.

The opening of the sock rippled, and then gently began to open and close like a mouth. Draco sank to the floor and positioned himself at the entrance of the sock. As the head of his cock slipped into its temporary sheath, he heaved a sigh of relief.

The sock felt like a hot, soft mouth� gently working it�s way up and down his cock, teasing him in all the right places. He clamped his hand down on the sock, tightening its grip and slowly began to pump in an out of it. His eyes snapped shut and he pictured a swath of red hair working between his legs. Weasley�s tiny hands searching his body, stopping to tease his balls before swiftly wrapping their way around his shaft. Her perfect, tiny mouth would hardly fit around his thick shaft, of that he was sure. (Draco looked down for the briefest of moments to confirm his unrivaled girth, and smirked slightly. Fuck it, this was his fantasy after all).

He felt precum glazing the tip of his cock and the enchanted sock seemed to take encouragement from this development. Its warmth seemed to double and Draco�s free hand scratched against the hard stone floor beneath him. He found himself wondering if Ginny was a virgin, aching to tear into her and make her cry out. He wanted to make her into his whore. Fuck her on every piece of furniture that littered his perfectly decorated room. He wanted to squeeze her tight ass and yank back on her hair and pound her until she couldn�t walk anymore. In his head he could feel her cumming around him, screaming his given name, begging him to fill her as his thrusts gained speed and power.

He felt himself spilling into the sock and a guttural sob escaped his lips. Fucking Weasley. He peeled the sock back and flinched at how pathetic it looked, still silently squeezing in and out in the firelight. Draco threw it into the fire and stood up suddenly.

He wondered if she was getting off right now too. Driving herself insane with hornyness. He had a feeling she was. No witch played games with Draco Malfoy. Because Draco Malfoy always won. He smiled to himself as he snatched up a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to map out what he would need to do to fuck Ginny Weasley.

Ginny�s plan was working. Over the next few weeks Malfoy mercifully stayed away from her. Gone were his constant biting comments, and she was left with a mercifully quiet, peaceful life.

Unfortunately, it seemed that as one part of her life finally sorted itself out, everything else went to hell.

In an attempt to focus on her studies, she had taken to studying late into the afternoon in Professor Flitwick�s classroom. Unlike the library or the common room, no one ever thought to look for her there and she was amazed at how much work she could accomplish.

That was all well and good until Professor Flitwick caught her snoozing at a desk after hours one night. He wheezed that she would be serving detention Saturday night, and she was not to bring her wand. Ginny couldn�t imagine what she would be doing, but she had a sinking suspicion cleaning or writing lines would be involved.

When Saturday evening rolled around Ginny waved goodbye to Luna in the Great Hall after dinner, and made her way to the Charms classroom on the third floor.

She entered the room and saw Professor Flitwick seated comfortably (atop a pile of books stacked neatly on his chair) at his desk. He nodded towards a desk in the front row and gestured for her to have a seat.

She dropped into the chair and awaited further instruction.

Professor Flitwick lazily waved his wand towards the door and it silently swung shut. Ginny could have been mistaken but she thought she heard it lock as well.

�Miss Weasley, you will scrub the graffiti off of each desk without the aid of magic. When you are done you may leave� his squeaky voice bounced off the walls. He conjured a bucket of soapy water and a rag. �You may begin now�.

Ginny swept her hair off her shoulders into a ponytail and set to work. Only a few minutes had passed and already her face was sticky with sweat as she scrubbed a particularly resistant stain on a desk. She could kill Fred and George for their new �Ever-Lasting Ink Quills� leave your mark for all of time!� At this rate she would be here all night. She bent over furiously, rubbing her knuckles raw with exertion.

Behind her, she heard Flitwick move, and only then did she realize she was quite the site. She was on her hands and knees, and her ass was practically in the air (in a skirt no less, this was utterly mortifying). She turned around and gasped to see Flitwick �. leering? Was that the right word?

Whatever his expression, he was standing atop his stack of books (hardly taller than he had been when sitting) with his hand idly stroking his crotch. Ginny was horrified. As she struggled to her feet a shiver went down her spine as she heard a familiar sneering laugh.

�Took you long enough to notice, Weasley. Quite the show you put on for me though�

Ginny stepped closer and peered into the face of her elderly professor.

��Malfoy?�

�Correct. You couldn�t possibly think that I had forgotten your little� game of teasing down by the forest? Oh no Weasley. A Malfoy never forgets. A Malfoy plots.�

And plotting is exactly what Draco had been doing. Within a week of their encounter (and a little heavy stalking) he had discovered Ginny�s habit of studying in Flitwick�s classroom. All that left for him to do was brew up some polyjuice potion. That took some patience, but the thrill of knowing that the longer he waited, the more off guard Weasley would be, kept him going.

Gathering the ingredients had been easy. His parents may be in Azkaban, and the Malfoy name certainly was weaker than it had ever been in recent history, but Draco still was more than capable of getting what he needed by any means. A few well-placed Ministry bribes Draco had all of the boomslang skin and lacewing flies he would need.

Then, of course, all he had to do was bide his time until Weasley did something wrong, and then he set his plan in motion.

And now, he had her locked in an empty classroom, defenseless without her wand. Perfect.

For what seemed like an eternal minute, Ginny stared into the face of her professor, and watched as it melted and morphed into the smirking pointed pale cruel face of Draco Malfoy.
She raced for the door and grabbed the handle but it wouldn�t give. Draco lept off the now teetering stack of books and advanced slowly towards her. Ginny�s hands roamed the panel of the door, willing it to open, casting her eyes around the room looking for an alternate escape route. They were on the third floor so the window wasn�t an option. She needed to put distance between herself and Draco. She wasn�t sure what he was up to, but something told her he was dangerous.

Ginny darted forward, planning on putting distance and a few desks between her and Draco. He was quicker than she had given him credit for however and his hand shot out and grabber her arm. He twisted it painfully behind her back and slammed her into the professor�s desk. She couldn�t help but emit a small whimper and immediately hated herself for acting so weak.

�What do you want Malfoy? Lay one finger on me and�. And�� even as she said it her words sounded weak and full of false bravado.

Malfoy felt Ginny relax slightly under his tight grip and he sensed she was conceding control to him. He felt a swooping sensation in his chest of triumph. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear �Oh Weasley� I fully intend on laying more than a finger on you. Although judging by how you reacted last time, something tells me you just might like it�.

Ginny�s head spun as she felt his hand tracing its way up the back of her thigh. She felt like a piece of meat� a bloody rumproast, and he was a dog licking his chops, preparing to devour her.

She began to quake uncontrollably, unsure of how far he was going to take this. It had been fun last time, but she had been in control then. She was the one making him quake, and now he was exacting his revenge. Seconds ticked by and his slender fingers agonizingly continued to trace slow circles and loops, pressing closer and closer to her panties.

Try as she might, Ginny couldn�t help but feel herself getting wet (more like soaking) from his touch.

�If you play nice, this ends here, today,� breathed Malfoy, every word heavy with� lust? �You had your chance to fight dirty, now it�s mine.�

She felt his finger dart across the thin piece of cotton separating him from her aching pussy. She let out a hiss and he couldn�t tell if it was of acceptance of frustration.

�Shh, little Weasel, remember you thought you had detention� we could be here all night and no one would notice. So don�t do anything to make me� angry.�

Malfoy hitched his thumb over the elastic of her panties and dragged them down over her thighs and calves until they came to a rest on her ankles. He tickled her behind her knee and she kicked up her leg in surprise. Seizing the opportunity he tossed her panties aside and with the palm of his hand he pressed into her back, forcing her chest painfully into the polished wood of the desk.

Draco ran his wand down the back of her shirt and she shuddered as she realized the material had melted away. With nothing separating her nipples from the cool wood of the desk, Ginny groaned as Draco roughly shifted her body.

He was parting her legs with his knee, roughly. She waited for the sound of a zipper, or a sign that he was preparing to fuck her, but it didn�t come.

Instead she felt nothing. She heard his breath, ragged and fast. The fingers on one of his hands were wound through her hair, but they were almost tenderly rubbing back and forth through it. Then, out of nowhere, there was the rush of rapid movement and the electrifying jolt of his hand coming in contact with her vulnerable exposed arse.

Malfoy�s hand stung with the force, but it was worth it to hear her shriek and squirm beneath him. Without pausing or giving any notice, he raised his hand and brought it down again, just as hard, against the other cheek. Here he allowed his hand to come to rest and he slowly teased his fingers over the now reddening area. The contrast of his rough and then gentle touch elicited a moan from her lips.

While far from a virgin, no one had ever made Ginny feel like this before. She was tired of waiting for Malfoy to initiate more. She felt his hand draw back for another slap, and before he had a chance to bring it crashing down, her hand flew from her side and she caught him by the wrist.

He was so startled he took a step back and Ginny took the opportunity to whirl around and force Draco another step backward. His footsteps were faltering and Ginny saw her opportunity. She quickly stuck her foot behind his as he went to take yet another step, and he fell crashing to the ground, yanking her down with him.

She found herself lying on top of him, much like she had all those weeks ago when she had gone crashing through the fourth wall. This time, however, she wasted no time in allowing him to talk. She crushed her lips against his and forced the wand out of his hand, hurling it across the room. He had no time to voice a complaint, as her hands quickly made short work of Draco�s shirt. Even when he wasn�t wet he was bloody gorgeous, although a wicked thought crossed Ginny�s mind as she realized that. She ran her kisses down his chest, focusing firmly on his nipple, taking it into her mouth and slowly running her tongue over it as it hardened in her mouth, but her hand was groping behind him. He tilted his head back to see what she was doing only in time to see a crashing wave of soapy water rain down over the both of them.

�Bloody�� Draco roared and Ginny smirked.

�What can I say, you conditioned me to associate you with being wet. Dirty thoughts and all, had to get clean� Ginny mused, as she set to work unbuckling Draco�s now slick belt buckle.

��clothes cost a fortune� � muttered Draco and Ginny made gentle tutting noises with her mouth.

Draco�s grumbling halted the moment Ginny had slid the zipper all the way down, and his cock sprang free of his pants. Casting Draco a coy look, Ginny�s nimble hands slid the trousers the rest of the way off, and he took no notice of where she tossed them.

All Draco could focus on was the warmth of her mouth as she traced her lips up his legs. From his Achilles heel (how poetic, she thought to herself) along the line of his calf, dipping in behind his knee (his cock twitched uncontrollably along with the rest of his body). Her hands snaking along with her mouth as she made her way over his thigh, until she came to rest� her hot breath just inches away from his now aching erection.

Any last iota of self control Draco had been clinging to vanished when Ginny tilted her head back and locked his gaze with her warm brown eyes.

�Beg me Draco. Beg me, and this time I�ll do it�

Draco stared fiercly into her face, his gray eyes flashing. �Weasley I have been fantasizing about this since the moment I first tasted you. If you don�t wrap your lips around me right now, I will combust. I will cease to exist. I am begging you.�

The sneer was still audible in his voice, but something about his tone sent a chill down Ginny�s spine. She sensed that every word was true.

Not breaking eye contact, Ginny licked her lips teasingly. She brought her mouth closer and closer to his perfectly pink cock, and her tongue darted out suddenly, sweeping over the tip and making him gasp in ecstasy.

Her hand could not quite wrap around his girth, but her grip was so tight it hardly mattered. With agonizingly slow movements, Ginny twisted her hand up and down, as she bathed his head with her tongue. Draco was distantly aware that he was moaning, begging, speaking, but he had no idea what words were coming out of his mouth. His fingernails were driving into the back of Ginny�s shoulders as she increased her pace and pressure.

Draco could feel himself rapidly approaching a release and he roughly shoved her off of him.

�No, not yet. I�m not done with you,� he murmured into her neck as he roughly bit her and rolled on top of her.

She felt his hand snaking its way down her torso. He clearly was intent on lingering on her breasts but she had no patience for that right now. She bucked her hips towards him and caught his eyes with a pleading look of her own. With a smirk, he traced his fingers between her legs, finally his thumb coming to rest slightly to the side of her sensitive bud. She felt him grazing over it, gently at first, and then increasing the pressure as she bucked into him.

She was so soaked he had no trouble sliding one finger all the way into her with no resistance. She was tight, glory be she was tight. He made contact with the bundle of nerves that was evading his touch and she moaned so fiercely he was worried he�d made her cum already. No sense in rushing this delicate business.

He slid another finger into her and was rewarded with a loud, drawn-out moan. Ginny was entirely out of patience. She plucked his wrist and in one gesture his fingers were no longer inside of her. She rolled onto him, pinning his arms above his head and giving him a brief look at her tits swaying above him. Then she began to rock her tight cunny over his cock, back and forth, making contact for nanoseconds, then pulling away.

Draco kept hopelessly tilting his hips towards her, trying to gain entrance and failing. Ginny smirked down at him. She reached her hand between her legs and slid him against her opening. He could feel her heat radiating over his length. He strained forward desperately but she was having none of it. Ginny leaned down and gave his nipple a playful nip before guiding him right up to her entrance, daring him to move.

Draco groaned. Finally, his tip was gaining entrance into her wet velvety core. Inch by agonizing inch Ginny pressed herself further onto him. By the time he was entirely sheathed her body was aglow and drenched in a thin sheen of sweat (along with what was left of the soapy water).

Ginny released Draco�s hands as she became distracted with the feeling of him spearing into her and filling her with warmth. Draco took the opportunity to place his hands on her hips and aggressively thrust upward. Ginny moaned and began to rock up and down slowly. Her grip was so tight on Draco he had no idea how long he would last. Her motions were fluid and sensual, her hands ran over his chest and up to his face, where her eyes locked with his. She leaned in for a kiss whilst one of his hands meandered up to her breast, where he began a slow gentle caress that spiraled into rough and animalistic clasping.

Mid-thrust, Draco rotated his hips unexpectedly and Ginny found herself pinned against the floor. His triumphant grin faded quickly however when she wrapped her legs around his thighs and began to meet his thrusts with equal vigor.

Ginny hardly noticed as she began to moan gibberish
�Malfoy� Gods�.So�. Oh�. There�.Now�.Oh�.I�..Yessssssssssssssss��.�

Malfoy grinned at the notion of making a Gryfindor hiss like a snake. My how poetic. He could feel his restraint fading rapidly, but he resisted the temptation to be selfish. Better to get her off first and see just how tight she could get.

He roughly slid his hand from her arm, down the curve her side and bum, until it came firmly to rest on her thigh. Without hesitating, he smoothly slid her leg over his shoulder and began to thrust deeper and harder. Now Ginny wasn�t even moaning coherent words, she was just screaming and driving her nails into his back, her hands slipping from the sweat and soap. Malfoy was distantly aware of the pain but it did nothing to distract him from the mission at hand.

He slid his hand to where their bodies were meeting and roughly slid his thumb and forefinger on either side of her clit. He brought them together on either side rapidly, while sinking his face into her neck. He alternated between biting and licking and sucking her neck, while fiercely handling her button, and within seconds Ginny was over the brink.

She lost utter control of her body. She heard herself screaming �Draco�.. DRACO� over and over again, and try as she migh,t she couldn�t seem to stop. Her walls closed in so rapidly she thought she was going to faint, and the wave of pleasure that was washing over her seemed to last an eternity.

Draco was shocked at how powerful her orgasm was. Her already tight velvety pussy practically locked down on him, although rather than being painful it seemingly milked the orgasm out of him as well. He could feel himself releasing deep within her. He closed his eyes so tightly that he saw stars, breathed in her scent, and felt his body relaxing intensely against hers. He collapsed on top of her and lay there, heavily breathing, waiting for the fiery tingle to fade from his body.

Neither said a word. Ginny absentmindedly ran her fingers over Draco�s shoulder blades, assessing the damage her nails had done. His whole body winced, but he didn�t pull away.

Slowly both of them felt the warmth fade from their skin. They were naked, soaked, and lying on a stone floor. Unable to stave off the chill any longer, Draco arched his body away from Ginny and they separated, both of them feeling surprised by the ensuing sense of loss.

Wordlessly they began to dress, their nudity now seeming only clinical. Ginny caught one last glimpse of Draco�s bum as he slid his pants on. He turned and caught her staring, and took the opportunity to note the marks he had left, tracing the soft flesh above her collar bone. They both flushed and looked away.

Once fully dressed Ginny bravely jutted her chin towards the door.
�So, you going to unlock it yet? I�m pretty sure I�ve fully served my detention�.

Draco suppressed a smile and abruptly turned away from her, casting the unlocking charm as he walked. He strode towards the door and pulled it open.

Ginny lagged behind, going out of her way to pick up the bucket and set the desks back in order.
As Draco closed the door behind him, he swore he heard her say something.

�Malfoy, you realize of course you haven�t ended this. You�ve just raised the bar��

Draco hesitated, and then swung the door shut and strutted down the hallway. He highly doubted Weasley had the cunning needed to pull together a scheme as good as his, but he most certainly hoped she would try.
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