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Secret Affair: Love and Despair	By : InuOniShi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 11033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Secret Affair: Love and Despair

Chapter 2: Just a Kiss

December was approaching rapidly. Soft fluffs of white floated gently from the sky to coat the hard ground below. It laid undisturbed, every flake laying perfectly among each other. The cold weather kept the students inside the warm castle. While many were in class, many more filled the library and common rooms to study and work on homework.

“Who knew so many people had a free period right after lunch,” Ginny slumped down into a chair across from Xavia and Wyatt.

“I am guessing that Harry doesn't have this period off,” Wyatt glanced around for the dark haired boy.

“No, he has next period,” she shrugged, pulling out her homework.

“Not that I don't adore the boy, he has horrible study habits,” Xavia scrunched up her nose, not once stopping in her writing.

“I agree with you there,” Ginny sighed, “what are you working on?”

“Potions essay due tomorrow. I have most of it done, I just need to get the final details.”

“I'm working on Transfiguration,” Wyatt scowled at the offending material, “I would rather it be history.”

“I have charms work,” the redhead rolled her eyes, “I'm not even half way done with my potions essay.”

“I'll help you on it later,” Xavia offered, “I still have muggle studies, astronomy and Ancient Runes.”

“You are just like Hermione.”

“I resent that.”

The three laughed softly, not wanting to be thrown out. They turned their attention to their work. Pouring themselves over parchment and books, dipping their quill in ink allowing it to flow across the page in cursive. Xavia smiled triumphantly as she rolled up her essay and tucked it away.

Ginny glanced up from her charms book. Her blonde haired friend was staring off toward the front end of the library. Turning her gaze that way, she just barely caught sight of Blaise and Draco as they left. Xavia had a look of pure longing on her face as she watched the doors, it was easy to tell that she wished to follow her lover.

Knowing that her friend would never ask her to cover for her she took it upon herself, “hey Wyatt. You think I could borrow Vi for some girl time?”

“Huh,” the brunette glanced up from his work, her words turned over in his mind and he nodded, “yeah sure.”

“Thanks,” Ginny grinned and packed up her things, “Come on Vi.”

“Uh... ok,” Xavia gathered her things and followed her friend out the door, “what's up?”

“I saw that you wanted to follow Zabini, so I thought I'd give you a little cover. I'll even walk with you till you find him and I'll pick you up and walk with you to our next class once you two are done.”

“You didn't have to do that, Gin, but thank you.”

“What are friends for?”

The two travelled in silence making their way through the cold empty dungeons while keeping their eyes open for the dark boy. Xavia led Ginny to her and Blaise's most frequently used classroom. The door was already open and inside both Blaise and Draco sat, one on a chair and the other on the teachers desk.

“What's Weasley doing here,” Blaise asked bluntly.

“I could ask the same about Malfoy,” Xavia pointedly stared the said boy down.

“My house mates are getting suspicious, I had to tell Draco about us so he could cover for me,” he shrugged.

“I am only doing this for Blaise's sake,” Draco sneered.

“I'm going to go,” Ginny tugged on Xavia's cloak, “I'll come back before the free period is over.”

“Running away, Weasley,” Draco raised an eyebrow at her.

“As exciting as all of this is, if we don't leave the two won't get their alone time and lately it hasn't been much as it is,” the redhead glared at the blonde boy.

“Why don't you keep Draco company,” Blaise chimed in, “I'm sure it will be boring simply waiting for us.”

“I would rather not.”

“It's only for half an hour or so, he really isn't all that bad, give him a chance,” the dark boy pleaded, “I don't wish to listen to him complain about how bored he was waiting for me.”

“I guess if you put it that way,” Ginny suddenly felt uncomfortable, a nagging feeling pinched at the back of her skull worrying her.

“Come on then, Weasley,” Draco lead her out of the classroom and into another one just down the hall.

With a resigned sigh she settled herself down on a desk. Sprawling onto her back, she kicked her legs gently as she studied the ceiling. The scene she walked into of her best friend and Blaise Zabini shagging played through her mind, a large blush coloured her cheeks and neck. How embarrassing it was to know that just a couple doors down they were doing something of that nature.

“What's the matter, Weasley? Is knowing that your best friend is being shagged by my best friend embarrassing,” he teased.

“Of course it is,” Ginny hissed, “I can't understand why she is doing it, but it makes her happy. Happier then she has ever been in the last six years, so I go along with it.”

“If you don't understand why she and Blaise are so adamant about their sexual relationship then I have to assume you have never experienced lust and need the way those two do,” he drawled, leaning over her.

“What's it matter to you if I have or haven't?”

“Because if you haven't, I can show you. I can help you understand.”

Her eyes narrowed and locked with his grey ones, “and why would you do that? Don't you realize it would require you to touch a dirty muggle loving Weasley.”

“For one, I would get the bragging rights to say I snogged a Gryffindor. Worry not, I wouldn't say your name and tarnish your reputation. But, most importantly, I would be able to do what Potter could not.”

“You want to feed your ego, by proving to yourself that you are better than Harry? How ridiculous is that,” Ginny giggled at the absurdity.

“Do you want to understand your friend or not,” he bit out harshly, not enjoying being laughed at.

She sobered up quickly, biting the inside of her cheeks. Her eyes raked over the handsome man towering over her. His platinum blonde ear length hair fell freely around his face. His deep grey eyes were settled on her lips. His face was aristocratic with it's sharp points and smooth edges. There was no denying his physical appeal, but he was the git that had tortured and plagued her family for the last seven years.

Though, with his father in jail and Voldemort gone he had changed a lot. He still picked on Ron, Harry and Hermione, but he no longer picked on every student that got in his path. She had even seen him smile during free periods and meal times, something she had never thought he was capable of doing.

If Blaise treated Xavia as well as she said he did, then it was possible that Draco could be as kind, gentle and caring as his darker skinned house mate. It was entirely possible that her friends and family had misunderstood the boy who only craved for his father's acceptance. A father who was dark and dangerous, not afraid to push his beliefs onto his son and bend him to his will. With no father to corrupt him, he was probably just another teenage boy now free to live how he wanted.

“Well,” he asked impatiently, snapping her out of her reprieve.

She opened her mouth and to her horror and delight a single word left her lips sealing her fate, “yes.”

A true smile spread across Draco's perfectly arched lips, leaving her breathless. Stunned to her spot on the table, he leaned down and pressed his lips against her's. The tingle of pleasure forced a moan from it's cage in her throat, opening her mouth allowing his tongue access. A rush of heat pooled around her center as their tongues danced together and explored each other's mouth. She gasped loudly in shock and ecstasy when his hand splayed itself across her stomach. Small flames lit under her skin, leaving a tingle in their wake and sending a shiver down her spine.

Her hands reached up and laid flat on his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles bunching and squirming under them. She gently traced up, feeling his pecks and collar bone. Her left hand continued up his neck and buried itself in his silky blonde hair. Another shiver danced down her spine as his hand gently rubbed her stomach, his skilled fingers slipped under her shirt. She arched her back, allowing him to tuck his hand behind her.

All too soon they broke apart for air. Draco rested his forehead against Ginny's, his stormy lust filled grey eyes stared into melted chocolate ones. Her skin was flushed with the heat of her need. She panted as she watched him study her. His eyes spoke of desire. Not once had Harry looked at her in such a way.

She couldn't deny that Harry loved her, but she wasn't sure how. He didn't lust after her. Their kisses never turned heated, needy or passionate. Was this what Xavia was talking about? Was how she felt with Harry, just how her best friend felt with Wyatt? And if so, was how she felt with Draco, how Xavia felt for Blaise?

Panic began to rise when she realized that yes, this was exactly why Xavia was cheating on her boyfriend and now she could completely understand. Guilt settled in heavily in the pit of her stomach, she had just cheated on Harry. She, goody girl Ginny Weasley, had just cheated on her wonderful doting boyfriend, Harry Potter.

Before she could think any more on it and fester in her worry, Draco sealed their lips in another hot, wet and needy kiss. Her brain fogged over, leaving no room for thought. She clung on to him, desperate to hold on to the feelings he gave her. Silently she wished that it had been Harry who could make her feel this way, because at least he could love her.

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“Blaise,” she moaned.

“Xavia,” he replied huskily.

The dark skinned boy sat in one of the many chairs in the class room. His naked skin glistened with sweat, mingling with the identical liquid that gently coated his lover. Xavia sat, facing him, in his lap. He was buried deep inside her. Her legs quivered as she pushed herself up off of him and slid right back down. His hands gripped her hips, giving as much assistance as he could.

Their skin slapped together, the sound echoed around the room mixed with their moans and cries of ecstasy. She pressed her chest against his, dragging her hard nipples up and down his body with every thrust. The pleasure built slowly, building deep within their abdomens before it over flowed and flooded their bodies with pure bliss. They cried out each other's name once more as they tumbled over their peak and into their climax.

Xavia slumped against him, resting her head in the crook of his neck, listening to his rapidly beating heart. His hands moved from her hips, one place on her upper back and the other on the lower, holding her gently yet firmly against him as they soaked in each other's presences. Her eyes slide closed and she breathed a sigh of joy against his damp skin.

“When can I see you again,” Blaise asked softly, burring his nose into her magically dyed chocolate brown hair.

“I don't know. Wyatt is getting suspicious about me not spending all of my free time with him like I used too. If Ginny continues to come with him, then I won't have to worry, but otherwise we need to cut back more,” Xavia told him truthfully.

Blaise stiffened slightly but his voice kept it's calm quality, “maybe we can figure something out that will encourage Ginny help us.”

“I don't want to pressure her. She doesn't agree with what we are doing and she doesn't understand it either,” she stood and preformed a quick cleaning spell on herself and dressed.

Blaise followed her lead, “sometimes you are too kind for your own good.”

“And sometimes, I rather think of other's before myself. Besides, I can't be the only girl you are having sex with,” she pulled her thigh length hair into a high pony tail.

He kept his mouth shut as he followed her out of the class room. They swiftly entered the classroom their friends were in. Ginny was on her back on a desk with Draco laying on top of her. Their lips were pressed together in a searing kiss and their hands roamed wildly over each other's clothed body.

“I think we just figured out how to get them to come along,” Blaise mused.

Draco pulled back almost lazily from Ginny, staring heatedly at the two who had interrupted them, “can we help you?”

Ginny blushed furiously and slid out from under him, causing the boy to growl in annoyance, “is it time for class?”

“Let's get you fixed up and then we will head to class,” Xavia moved over and helped the girl straighten her clothes and fix her hair.

“So, Weasley,” Blaise drawled, sauntering over to her.

“What,” she squeaked not liking the predatory look on his face.

“Want to help your friend and I out by coming down here with her when we meet up so Laverick doesn't figure out that she is cheating on him,” he scowled when he mentioned the Hufflepuff's name, “Draco can always come to keep you company.”

The blonde boy smirked, not in the least bit upset that his friend would volunteer him to come along. Hell, if what happened today, happened every single time they met up, he would gladly follow.

The blush on her cheeks darkened, “I guess it couldn't hurt.”

“I never thought I would have to say this to a Weasley, but thank you,” Blaise grinned with look of relief passing across his face.

“Don't mention it,” she said gently before her voice hardened, “I mean seriously, don't.”

The other three in the room laughed, knowing full well what she was getting at. Ginny watched Draco in awe. There had not been a single time in her six years at Hogwarts that she had seen him laugh. The sound was deep, like his voice, and filled with such mirth. His face lit in joy and his eyes seemed to spark to life, like lightening in the middle of a storm. He was absolutely stunning.

“Now that, that is settled, let's get to class before we are late,” Xavia stated cheerfully, before leading the group from the abandoned class room.

The group split in to twos and walked off in two separate directions. The girl's headed towards their Muggle Studies class while the boys rushed off to Transfiguration. Guilt settled heavily on Ginny's shoulders, but she couldn't find any regret. She had enjoyed her time with Draco and unlike Xavia they were only snogging. It couldn't hurt to continue seeing Draco for a couple heated snogs, could it?
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