All Good Things

Something in her body told Ginny Weasley that all was not right. She could feel Draco’s body still warm around her—was that it? No, that was already dealt with. What the hell was it?

Opening her eyes, she leaned over his still sleeping body to catch a glimpse of the clock.

Damn. How was it nine in the morning already?

And more importantly, where the hell were the Slytherins?

Merlin, he was waking up. With his hair a mess, his body still distractingly nude, and no snarky comments coming from his lips, he seemed almost human.

“So, Weaslette, was it everything you’d imagined it to be?” Placing his hands behind his head, he eyed his groin arrogantly. I have some morning wood, if you’d like to take care of it. And that is quite a compliment to you, seeing as I rarely wake up with a hard on after sleeping with Pansy. She can be so frigid; its hard to dream about someone like that.

Ginny knew she had to be a complete mess. However, before she dealt with Draco, there was one problem that was more pressing.

Pulling the covers off, she gasped at the cold air. Goosebumps rose all over her body as she ran to the corner of the room that housed the shower and bath.

“Where the fuck are you going, Weasley?” he stared after her, watching her dash naked across the room. “And slow down. Watching your breasts bounce like that is quite a good way to wake up in the morning. Good for circulation.”

“Draco, where the hell do you think I’m going?” Peeping behind the shower into the farthest corner, she saw it. Thank. God. Pulling the curtain open, she stepped into the area.

“Are you peeing?” he gasped incredulously. “Now seriously, that is a first. No woman has ever peed in front of me before.”

He heard a flush, then the sound of the tap as she washed her hands. She strode back towards the bed, and he followed her every stride with his eyes.

“Are you surprised that I peed? I don’t know about you, but I tend to have to take care of that when I get up in the morning.”

Shrugging, he grabbed her and pulled her closer. Grazing her ear, he explained “I tend to have more pressing urges when I wake up, if you catch my driftwood.”

“Draco, we’re late for classes as it is. And on top of that…anyway, I really think we both need to get cleaned up and out of here before someone notices we’re gone.”

“Ginny, no one will notice if we cut today,” he murmured, tracing her jaw with his index finger. “I thought you wanted to finish what you started? Well this,” he motioned, “is part of the package. My package, as a matter of fact.”

She straddled him, pulling down the covers inch by inch until his cock was exposed. It was almost fully erect, and Ginny reached to grab a hold of it once again. Massaging his balls and shaft, she saw a bit of precum leak from its tip. She bent down very, very slowly so he could watch her, and she kept her eyes on his as her tongue lapped it up.

Moaning, he began to shudder. “Fuck, Ginny. I want my cock in your pussy so fucking bad right now that its not funny.”

“Are you sure?” she grinned, positioning herself.

“Merlin, yesssss, Ginny,” he hissed as she impaled herself, sinking his length deep inside of her.

She waited to move. Waited long, drawn out moments before she shifted a little. He squeaked, and it made Ginny giggle.

“Did you like that, Draco? Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

“You’re so fucking tight, Ginny. Fucksake, it feels delicious. Now move, damnit.”

She refused to comply. Instead, she clenched her Kegel muscles a few times, watching him quiver at her constricting and releasing the pressure around his cock. She then placed her hands on his chest, leaning in a bit, before starting to slide up and down along his length.

“Fuck me faster, Ginny,” he panted, reaching up to rub her nipples. He pinched them, and she cried out at their tenderness from all the attention last night. She began to lift herself higher and faster, each time sliding back down Draco’s rigid cock.

“You fucking whore,” he sighed, watching her bounce above him. “You love this.”

“Not as much as you do,” she gasped, digging her nails into his chest. He arched his back to meet her, bucking to try and get in even deeper even though Ginny was sure that the smacking of their flesh meant it wasn’t possible. He let go of her breasts and snaked his hands down; his thumb found her clit and she felt herself lose control.

“You bastard,” she moaned, quivering as she felt him come. She kept riding him until he had finished, then collapsed on his chest.

His hand caressed her hair, smoothing it from her eyes as she lay there.

“We smell like sex,” he stated matter-of-factly. “We should probably rectify that before we return to classes. People might suspect something if they see my cum dripping down your leg.”

“What about all my bite marks and scratches that I left on you,” she motioned to a heart shaped one on his neck near his earlobe.

“I’ll just tell them that I found some whore from Hufflepuff who was willing to take care of me for the night. It won’t be too far from the truth,” he smirked.

“I would just like to remind you that your limp penis is still inside my vagina, and if you ever plan on using it again I’d recommend coming up with something better than that.”

She motioned to the tender bruises on her breasts, and the scratches and hickeys that marked the rest of her body. “I’m pretty sure if we both show up like this, people will start to put two and two together.”

“And your solution to that is?”

“You’re going to heal my bruises and cuts,” she finished. “Its an easy charm; you learned it in second year too, didn’t you?”

“We could heal each other,” he purported suspiciously. “That way neither of us would have to worry about hard explanations.”

She sat up, and he moaned once again as the friction from her was already starting to make him rise again. Leaning down, she dangled her breasts in front of his face. She kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue in and then tracing a path to his earlobe.

“Draco,” she whispered, bouncing slightly, “I want to be able to see you, fully dressed, sitting with your Slytherin bitch and know that the hickey I see every time you turn your pretty little head was from me. I want to know that if she pulls up your shirt, she’ll see the places where my fingers dug into you as I rode your orgasms. Don’t you want me to be reminded of that, while I’m dressed in my Gryffindor robes and sitting with Harry’s friends? When I’m walking the halls and you pass me, don’t you want me to be reminded of our time here? I’d be much more likely to return if I knew that you kept those marks from me. Don’t you want to fuck me again, Draco?”

Between her strategic positioning and rather persuasive reasoning, Ginny could tell she had him right where she needed him. Feeling his cock twitch at every sentence gave her such a high. Rolling off the bed, she made her way to the shower. It only took a few steps for Draco to catch up with her. Sliding an arm around her hips, he pulled her close as the walked in time to the glass box.

“This is a hot shower,” he nodded. “Even if I wasn’t getting in there with you, I’d still get a show.”

“Yeah, until it got all steamed up,” she giggled and pulled him in. “Come on. We need to fix your hair if you’re going to convince anyone that you weren’t having the best night of your life last night.”

Grabbing the shampoo, she poured a bit into both their palms. She paused, then reached out and began to massage Draco’s hair with her lathered up hands. He reciprocated and worked the fragrant foam through her ends. Ginny’s hair was soaking wet, cascading down her back.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you in a shower again so soon,” he growled, rubbing a soapy hand across her tits. “I thought yesterday was going to be my one and only opportunity.”

“Well today was your lucky day,” she grinned, rubbing some of the excess lather across his chest and watching the bubbles run down his stomach. “Actually, I suppose last night was luckier. You came twice, didn’t you?”

Moaning, he turned her around so he could scrub her back. “You’re not going to be one of those women, are you? You know, the one who keeps a tally of every orgasm in the relationship and gets personally offended if she doesn’t have as many as the man she’s sleeping with?”

“Of course not,” she giggled. “I was just stating a fact.” She backed up a bit, her butt brushing against his cock innocently.

“Don’t do that,” he sighed. “I can’t do it anymore today. I’m hoping I can do it with anyone else again, actually.”

Turning, she gazed up at him innocently. “Don’t do what, Draco?” Her body was streaming wet, the water pouring down and spilling off all her curves. She pressed her mound against his cock, feeling the reaction for herself.

Laughing, he pinned her against the wall of the shower. He nipped her lips, then met them in a kiss that made Ginny’s knees shake.

“You know what, you tease,” he grinned. Once they were satisfactorily clean, they both stepped out and dressed in their school robes. It’d been blissfully silent for several minutes when Draco turned to look at her.

“When do you want to meet again, Ginny?” He adjusted his tie in the mirror, then gave her an intent look.

She paused. She honestly wasn’t sure what to do. Her head told her that she should say never, that she should leave without another word to Draco Malfoy. Christmas break was only a bit away anyway; for all she knew, the trio would be there waiting at the Burrow and be willing to accept her into their ranks.

Still, her heart couldn’t do that. Her heart and pulse and every damn sense were urging her to respond with a “take me whenever you’d like” sort of comment.

“If you’re up for it, I can arrange for this room again on Friday night,” she stated. That would give them time in the morning, and no teacher’s would be suspicious of a few students sleeping in on the weekends.

“I think I’m up for it already,” he grinned. “I’m going to have to think about Crabbe and Goyle masterbating to bring myself back to a level that’s appropriate for public appearances. He pulled on the invisibility cloak around his shoulders, then strode over to Ginny for one last drawn out kiss. Slipping the hood over his head, he left her utterly perplexed.

Nothing worked out the way she had planned.