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The Pleasure Principle	By : babygrrl Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Pleasure Principle
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Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny saw Harry get up from the table and head for the side door. It was a Friday night and the Three Broomsticks was crowded to overflowing. No one noticed Harry leave except for Ginny and she only noticed because, as usual, she was watching him. It was a hard habit to break after four years of following him around like a puppy dog.
Keep an eye on him, Ron had said, but don't let him know you're doing it. No problem, she had agreed. Covert surveillance of Harry had been her specialty for years. As she watched him slip out the exit and into the alley, her blue eyes narrowed speculatively. What are you up to now, Potter? She rose from her seat, and swift and silent as a shadow, she followed him out the door and down the street.
She saw Harry pause before the door of a dilapidated building. It was the infamous Shrieking Shack, so named because the villagers of Hogsmeade believed it to be haunted. Harry looked up and down the street as if to be sure no one was following him, and Ginny quickly ducked into a doorway. She watched him enter the little house. Ginny wondered if he was off playing the hero again. It was very like Harry to sneak off to do battle with some agent of evil without bothering to trouble his friends. After the Cedric Diggory episode, Harry had wanted to involve his friends as little as possible in what he saw as his personal war with Voldemort.
We'll just see about that, thought Ginny. She waited a few minutes and then crept up to the side of the house. The windows were crusted with grime. She used a corner of her shirt to wipe clean a small patch of glass so she could peek inside. What she saw shocked her.
Harry had gone off for a clandestine meeting, all right. But not with an intent of evil. There, in the deserted house, was Hermione Granger. She was backed against the wall, her hands braced against the molding to give her balance. Her blouse was undone and her skirt hiked up above her waist, her legs slightly apart. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as Harry lowered his head to take her breast in his mouth. His hand was busy between her legs and from the moans she gave, Hermione was clearly enjoying it.
Ginny knew she should look away, but she stood as though rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes from the erotic sight. She watched as Harry impatiently pushed down his trousers and pushed himself into Hermione in one smooth stroke. Hermione now had one leg hooked around Harry's waist, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he thrust up into her. She watched the couple moving together, and unable to help herself, Ginny gave a small moan.
"Well, well, what have we here?"
Startled, Ginny spun around. In the alley stood Draco Malfoy.
"Aren't little girls like you supposed to be afraid of haunted houses?" he drawled.
"I'm not a little girl, Malfoy."
His silver eyes traveled the length of her body. "So you aren't."
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I want to know what a nice girl like you is doing sneaking around disreputable old buildings by herself. Let's just have a look, shall we?" Draco moved closer to the window.
"No! Don't . . ." But it was too late. Draco was already peering through the dusty window.
"Well, I'll be damned! Way to go, Potter," he said, almost grudgingly.
"Get away from there," Ginny pleaded, pulling on his arm.
But Draco would not be moved. "Goddamn. Who would've thought that Granger was a screamer? The little Mudblood can really fu — "
CRACK!
Ginny slapped him as hard as she could. "Shut up," she said, furiously. "You just shut up!"
She suddenly felt guilty for spying, and she hated the way his voice made the act between her friends dirty.
Draco laughed and caught her arm when she would have slapped him again. "That's the second time you've physically attacked me, Ginny." His voice was mild, but his eyes glittered dangerously. "I think you'll have to pay a forfeit." He jerked her arm so that she came up against him. He could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath her clothes.
Oh for God's sake, thought Ginny. This was too strange. The scene with Harry and Hermione had aroused her wildly. And when Draco came along, she'd been scared, then annoyed, then furious. And now, inches away from those silver eyes, her body pressed against his, she was back to being aroused again. It was like being on a rollercoaster.
"I don't owe you anything, Malfoy," she whispered.
"That's where you're wrong," said Draco, grimly. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You owe me for that." And he lowered his head to hers. It was a savage kiss, hard and bruising, as if he wanted to punish her for something.
Unthinking, Ginny opened for him and felt his tongue thrust into her mouth, making her moan. And suddenly, she was kissing him back, just as hard, just as angrily, her hands tangled in his pale blonde hair.
Draco pulled back from her to look into her eyes. "You liked what you saw in there." It was a statement. "I know how you followed Potter around like he was some kind of god." He put a finger on her mouth to silence her protest. "I know he never looked at you. He was an idiot." Looking into her eyes, he pushed his finger into her mouth. Mesmerized, Ginny sucked it as he made small thrusting motions with it. Her breath was coming faster now and any part of her brain that might have called a halt to this had long since shut down.
"Oh yes," Draco smiled. "You liked what you saw. Do you want me to show you how it feels? To ... satisfy your curiosity?" He grabbed her hand and pressed it against him. "Unlike Potter, I have been looking at you. And I assure you, I'm up to the task."
In response, Ginny cupped her hand around him and was gratified to hear his indrawn breath. She was sure this was insane, like throwing lit matches into a tank of gasoline to see what would happen. But she couldn't -- wouldn't -- stop. She slid her hand up and down his length and had him biting back a moan.
Draco pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her and Apparated them both to his room. Ginny was momentarily disoriented until she remembered that as a 7th year, Draco would be able to Apparate. But he shouldn't be able to Apparate onto the Hogwarts campus. Seeing her confusion, Draco said, "We're still in Hogsmeade. This is a room over the Three Broomsticks. My father used it for business meetings."
His arms were still wrapped around her and Ginny could feel his erection pressing against her. His eyes had darkened to the color of slate now. He made no move to kiss her, but merely stood, looking into her eyes. And just looking into his eyes, Ginny could feel her nipples grow hard and her breath short. Ginny, the good girl, the sweet-faced tag-a-long, felt a sudden, exhilarating recklessness. She made her decision.
Stepping back from him, still maintaining eye contact, Ginny very deliberately unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Draco stood still as though frozen. Next, she let fall her skirt, and then her bra and panties. Proudly, she stood before him, naked and aroused beyond belief.
Her red hair tumbled over her shoulders like fire.
Draco had imagined her naked quite a few times over the past weeks, but nothing could have compared to the reality. Her long, slim legs rose into softly curving hips and a narrow waist. Above that, her full, rounded breasts lifted and fell with her unsteady breaths, her nipples hard and begging for his touch. His eyes went to the soft triangle of curls between her legs, and he groaned aloud.
"Touch me." That was all she said, all he needed to hear.
In two seconds, Draco's clothes had joined Ginny's in a heap on the floor. In a corner of the room stood a mirror and he positioned her so they were standing in front of it. Once again, he captured her mouth in a blazing kiss, his tongue stroking hers until she was panting and moving against him. Then he turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her, cupping her breasts in his hands. He ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples and felt her shudder.
"I know you like to watch, Ginny." He murmured the words as his lips traveled over the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. "I could see how excited you were earlier. Your nipples were as hard as rocks, and I wanted to take you right then, in the middle of the street."
Oh God, how could he take her to the brink of orgasm just with his words? Ginny moaned, pushing her hips back against him, feeling him, hard and throbbing against the small of her back. One of his long, graceful hands dipped lower, finding her folds, and a finger slid inside to rub, teasingly. She whimpered and closed her eyes.
"Shhhhh, it's all right. Open your eyes, Ginny. I want you to watch what I do to you."
Ginny was unable to refuse him anything now. She opened her eyes and stared at the tableau they made. Quicksilver and flames. She watched as his hand parted her folds, now shining with moisture. He stroked her softly, and then, as her moaning increased, rubbed faster. She thought for sure her knees would buckle.
"Ohhhh, uhhhhh . . . ."
"That's right," whispered Draco, watching her beautiful blue eyes glaze. "Come for me."
"Ohhhhh, yeessssss!" Ginny threw back her head, as she had seen Hermione do, and screamed as her orgasm shook her. And this time, her knees did buckle.
Draco caught her, and maneuvered them both onto the bed. He lay between her outspread legs, his arousal pressing against the part of her that still tingled and spasmed. Teasingly, he moved his hips and she moaned desperately. He looked down at her. Who are you, Ginny Weasley? What is this between us? He wanted to ask.
Instead, he said,"What do you want?"
"Draco, please," she whimpered.
He hadn't thought it possible for him to be any harder, but the sound of his name on her lips almost undid him. "Say it," he whispered.
"Please, Draco," Ginny bucked her hips beneath him. She looked him in the eye. She could say it. After all, that's all this was, all it would be. "Fuck me. Now."
Draco slammed into her, realizing too late that she really was a virgin (how could anyone that looked like her be a virgin?), when he heard her gasp. But it was too late. He couldn't stop. She closed around him like a hot, wet glove and all he could do was pump into her again and again and again. Then, he felt it. She was pushing back against him, her hips rising to meet him, over and over.
She clawed him savagely, and he thrust harder. He forgot his confusion, his anger. All he could think of was being here, right now, inside of her. She urged him on, with whispers, the words spilling past her lips like water over a dam, "Oh yeah . . . that's it . . . do it . . . fuck me, Draco, fuck me . . . harder . . . harder . . .Aaaaaahhhh!" Her voice ended on a wail as she came again, hard. Draco felt her spasms milking him and with one last thrust, he emptied himself into her.
He lay across her breasts, still shuddering with aftershocks. He wasn't sure what had just happened between them, but he was beginning to think it wasn't what he had expected. In one moment, Ginny slid out from under him. Her body still throbbed with the pleasure he had given her, but she knew it was important that she pull away first.
She began gathering her clothes. She would think about this later, she told herself. She would think about it tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. She looked at him, lying on the bed, beautiful as a fallen angel, and she knew, obscurely, that in whatever game they were now playing, she had scored the first point.
"Thanks," she said, surprised because she meant it.
Draco pushed his hair back from his eyes and regarded her carefully. "Anytime," he said, with a crooked smile.
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