What Happened to Ginny

Chapter 13
In His Bed

A/N: My muse is simple girl. All she likes are plot bunnies and reviews. So be kind to Maggie and feed her review cookies please. Big thanks to my beta Lbandoly for her hard work.

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The couple walked swiftly through the masses towards the back of the club. “Draco you do know the door is in the opposite direction right. Even I’m not so drunk that I can’t remember that.”

Continuing on down a darkened hallway he paid no attention to her. He had one thing and one thing only on his mind, getting them out of this god forsaken club and into his bed. Reaching the end of the hall she noticed the familiar ring on the ground that noted a private apparition point.

He pulled her in to the circle next to him and wrapped his arms around her delicate waist. “Just hold on tight, I’ll make sure you don’t splinch yourself.”

Just before she felt the familiar pull at her navel she managed to squeak out a reply. “Where are we going?” The tug pulled before he was able to respond to her question; time was no more as the wind and a torrent of colors whirled around them. It seemed as if the moment her feet left the ground, she felt them land back on it again.

She didn’t for the life of her know where they were. Even in her drunken, lust clouded mind she did know two definite things from looking around. Wherever Draco had brought her was huge. As in castle nearly the size of Hogwarts type huge and they were on the lawn under millions of twinkling stars. She had forgotten how much she loved the stars. Living in London, wizarding or not, you tended to forget that above the clouds there were stars.

“Welcome to Malfoy Manor.”

“Dear Merlin, it’s huge.”

He couldn’t help but smile. She had this look in her eyes like she had never seen anything so grand. Sure he knew her place in life, but they had both gone to Hogwarts. She most certainly had seen larger, grander structures. “That it is.” He took her hand to lead her up the walk to the front door that stood open and waiting for them. “Come on. I would rather take you in my bed, not the front lawn if you don’t mind.”

She giggled at the thought of him tossing her down and taking her right where they were. “I can’t say I would mind. The view from here isn’t half bad.”

He shook his head as he led her up the walk. “Maybe later then but right now I want you in my bed.” They entered the open door and heard it close behind them. Not bothering to stop on their way to what promised to be an entertaining evening.

Ginny stared in awe at the opulence around her. Sure she knew Draco was rich. You would have to be deaf, mute, blind, and stupid to have missed that fact. But his home looked a bit more like a museum than an actual home. Paintings adorned richly covered walls. The furnishings had that ‘don’t touch me’ look to them. Even the carpet under foot seemed to scream ‘money, money, money’.

Draco, still holding her hand, led her up the marble staircase to the third floor, then down a long warmly lit hallway. Stopping at the only door on the right side, he turned the knob and pushed open the door. He let her hand drop from his own before scooping her up into his arms. He carried her into the room before sitting her among the covers and pillows atop the massive bed. A quickly muttered incendo caused the fireplace to roar to life, bathing the room in a flickering golden light.

He came to lie beside her, running his hands down her cotton covered sides. “You know that outfit is cute on you. Sickeningly so, but it works.” He leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep.

She broke apart from him to catch her breath. “I take it you preferred last night’s particular look over this then.”

“Very much so.” He slipped his hand below her t-shirt, running his fingers across her soft flesh. The warmth of his hand made her skin tingle under his deft fingers as they grazed the underside of her lace covered breasts. She breathed out his name on a sigh. “Draco.”

He ran his hand over her breast, cupping it. Her nipple pebbled under the soft caress. He sat up, pulling her up with him before grasping the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her black streaked auburn hair tumbled down her back as the shirt came away leaving her clad only in a black lace bra that make her skin look like peach porcelain. “Merlin you’re beautiful.” Draco dropped his head and kissed the top of her exposed breast, his tongue drawing patterns against her warm skin.

Lifting his face to look at her his right hand slipped behind her back and made quick work of the bra’s clasp. Instantly the flimsy material fell away from her. He grabbed it and tossed it over his shoulder into the darkness beyond the edge of the bed. “Draco please, I’m burning.”

Warm lips kissed a trail across the edge of her jaw, down her neck, following the valley between her breasts. She was floating in a burning heaven of sensation. His hands seemed to know every place to touch to bring her to the edge before slipping on somewhere else. The feel of his mouth on her breast was driving her to the brink. She wanted him in her like nothing before.

A hand slipped to her waist, without a thought, she lifted her hips so he could slip the skirt and leggings from her body. Soon they were tossed into the darkness with her other clothes.

She set to work releasing the buttons of his shirt, popping each one quickly before moving to next. Kissing a trail down his chest with each new patch of exposed skin. With the last button, the shirt slipped down his sweat covered back before he removed it completely tossing it to the pile building in the floor. She couldn’t resist a taste, she leaned up and kissed ever spare inch of flesh she could fine. She loved that he had the slightest trail of fine blond hair so fine is was barely visible running from his navel down below his belt.

Her hands moved to his belt, making quick work of it and the buttons that held the fly closed. Draco broke away from her. “Want me out of these do you?”

She nodded rather enthusiastically. “Please.”

He moved off the bed, toeing his shoes off before looping his thumbs in the sides of his pants, dragging them off quickly before stepping out of them. Naked as the day he was born he couldn’t resist a cocky smile, with his hardened member jutting out away from his body, twitching with desire.

She was so beautiful laying there open, her pretty pink snatch so wet for him. Sweat glistening on her skin in the firelight. Her red hair fanned out across the silk pillows. He was fairly sure he had never seen anything so sexy in his life.

She gave him a saucy come hither smile that he couldn’t resist. Crawling up the bed almost literally on the prowl he came to rest between her open knees. “You are so beautiful like this.”

“Draco, stop talking.” She reached a hand behind his neck and pulled his face to hers. She poured ever ounce of herself into kissing him. Lips pressed together, teeth nipping, tongues battling.

He broke away to adjust himself over her. Reaching between them, he pressed himself to her entrance. Sliding in to the hilt he kissed her with bruising passion. Pulling back he pushed back in with driving force. “God woman you feel so good.”

He wanted to take things slowly, but she felt so good. Like a warm wet glove wrapped around him her muscles pulling and tugging against his thrusts. Every thrust brought waves of moans and barely whispered words of praise from her lips. “So good. So, so good.”

He lifted a hand to her breast and pulled and tweaked her hardened nipple. Her breath came in ragged gasps against his shoulder as he pulled her closer with one arm behind her back, drawing her middle flush to his abdomen.

“Draco, please. I’m so close, please harder.”

Lifting up on both hands he redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her as hard as he could. Wildly pistoning in and out of her willing body he pushed them both closer to the edge. “Touch yourself. I want to see your hands on your breasts Ginny.”

Without hesitation she reached up and began squeezing her aching breasts. She had never done that during sex before. The idea of him watching her touch herself was nearly as pleasing as the feeling itself.

“Sweet mother of Merlin you are so hot doing that.”

One hand still squeezing and pinching her breasts, the other moved to him, to do the same to him as she began tugging almost violently at the perfectly shaped pale buds. “Oh fuck Red.”

The boiling torrent of pleasure raging in Ginny’s very core undid. Streaming waves of passion overflowed into the perfect bliss that she had been wanting since the night before. Such sweet bliss.

Knowing she had fallen over the edge was all it took for Draco to allow himself to let go. He followed her over, filling her with bursts of hot cum before falling heavy on top of her.

Rolling to the side, but still managing to lay half on top of her he dared ask if she would stay the night. “Are you staying?”

She turned to look at him. “Do you want me to go?”

He gave her a lazy smile. “I would rather you didn’t. You fit very nicely right here against me. It would be a real shame if you moved now that we know that.” He gave her a wink and a grin.

“Well then do charm the covers up over us won’t you. I don’t fancy moving.”

He laughed. “Accio Wand.” His wand flew into his hand. With a muttered incantation, the covers moved from beneath them to snuggly overtop their naked form. “Better?”

“Much. Mind if I sleep?”

“No by all means. I can’t promise I won’t wake you up though.”

She lifted and eyebrow at him. “Is that so? Maybe it will be me waking you.”

“If you say so.” Her eyes were already closed and the shallow breathing of sleep set in. He smiled. She looked so sweet and peaceful, nothing at all like the vixen he had ran into the night before. She looked much like the girl he had known as a child. The spitfire that never let him get away with anything, always giving as good as she got. He didn’t know what twist of fate had landed her in his arms, but he knew one thing. Now that he had her, he was not letting her go.

“Nox.” Tossing his wand in the general direction of the bedside table, he wrapped his arm around her before allowing Morpheus to take him.

Finite Incantatem


To my faithful readers and reviewers: I can hardly believe it. It took me three or four weeks to write, maybe longer, but only two weeks or so to post it. I’ve been overwhelmed with the outpouring of reviews from each of you. If I wasn’t inspired to write before posting this story then I certainly am now. You have given me twice the desire to write than what I started with. Had I known when I started this just how much you would all love it I think I would have been too afraid to write it. But now that I know it is acting as the driving force to write my next Draco and Ginny chaptered fiction. I can only hope the next will be as well received as this one. *Hugs* to each and every one of you for being a guiding light to my muse.