Erectus Homus!

Same deal as always, I own nothing.


CHAPTER 2

She hesitated and took his hand briefly enough to steady herself. The chandelier slowly began to rise, gently rotating as it ascended. After about a minute of rising Ginny began to turn green and sway slightly. Draco sighed and draped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.

"Don't close your eyes, that only makes it worse. Here, look up, we're almost there"

Ginny could feel his warm breath on her neck. She leaned away from his touch but her eyes fluttered open. The moment the platform stopped Draco dropped his arm and gestured for her to follow him yet again.

His bedroom was rather simple. For someone from so much money he liked to keep his life simple and minimalistic. He opted for a large Maple bed with a black comforter with a solid black stripe. Everything was organized and even his desk only held a few rolls of parchment and some quills and ink. He had a few sinister looking plants (Was that hellebore? Did Hermione know he was growing it? Hmm..)

"You stay here" he whispered "I'm going to rummage through Granger's books and see what I can find. This might take a while so… just try to keep quiet. If I get caught with you back here, penis or not, we're both rather shanked".

Ginny nodded and he slipped out into the common room, silently shutting the door behind himself and locking it with his wand.

Ginny sighed and perched herself primly on the edge of his desk. She had no real desire to sit on his bed…She was certain it was covered in… lewdness. She was presented with the unprecedented advantage of full access to Draco Malfoy’s personal belongings. She was eager to find anything incriminating to tell Harry and Ron about, so she cast her eyes about.

Unfortunately there didn't seem to be much. As much as she hated to admit it, Malfoy appeared to have cleaned up his act in the past year. He hadn't called Hermione a mudblood once (In fact that had stopped after a few days at Grimmauld place where he found himself waking up jinxed when he misbehaved. He still had a lingering ache from a nasty experience with the knee-reversing hex.

Sure he still sneered at Harry, but he seemed to have given up on sabotaging him. The rivalry now seemed solidly on the Quiddich pitch. She'd even heard a rumor that he had fallen out with his father over the war with Voldemort.
Which was not to say that he’d suddenly stopped being evil. No he was still a bloody bastard, but his transgressions were more along the lines of womanizing and bullying first years. And the longer he was away from his father the more the bullying lessened as well. Ginny couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pity for the boy. It must be hard to be disconnected from his family.

Publicly Malfoy had said that he didn't see a problem with mudbloods being killed, he just thought Voldemort was far too messy and the wrong people were dying. Ginny wondered who he meant by "the wrong people".

After poking through his closet (his entire wardrobe seemed to be black. Honestly, hasn't this boy ever heard of an accent color?) and the drawers of his desk, she pulled back a corner of the comforter and looked under his bed.

Bingo. A solid brass box lay with the lid askew. Ginny gently pulled it out and peered inside. Near the top there were wizard pictures of Draco and his mother on what appeared to be a holiday from years ago. She teased them aside with her wand. Underneath that there were a handful of pretty funny cartoons drawn of people around Hogwarts. She had to admit that he had talent. The slackjawed depiction of Crabbe was dead on, and even the one of Lavander Brown with her chest thrust out and a vacant look in her eyes was dead accurate. There was even one of Ginny, which surprised her. She was wearing a robe with a high collar, with wings and a halo and underneath it was scrawled "won't put out for any prat but Potter".
Ginny flushed furiously. Her crush on harry had ended years ago, but she couldn't help but admit to herself that she'd never even considered giving up her virginity to anyone else. Seamus had only managed to get a few rounds of heavy petting out of her before she would leave him, panting and blue-balled. She just couldn't imagine what it was like to touch one of those… things.

That is, until now. Since she had one. Great.

Below all of the drawings, she could see another wizard photograph moving. She rummaged around and pulled it out and gasped. It was a wizard and witch naked, in the throws of passion. It appeared that they never stopped, they just continued, from time to time altering positions and pausing for a glass of wine and a cigarette. Classy Malfoy, real classy.


She'd never seen anything quite this carnal before. She'd only read naughty stories her friends had giggling shown her. She had no idea that this was what it looked like… and yet, it seemed so natural. Her knees buckled a little bit and she slid onto Draco's bed.

She absentmindedly began to run her hand over her stomach. She bit her lip and felt the now all too familiar sensation of her erection growing.

How do boys ever get anything done with these things…

Ginny glanced towards the door, but Draco did not appear to be coming back anytime soon. Huh well why not….

Ginny experimentally ran her index finger from the tip of her semi-erect penis to the base, which sent a shiver down her spine. Her nipples hardened and her back arched. Oh MERLIN that felt good. She gingerly wrapper her hand around her new-found member and began to pump, up and down. She'd never seen a penis in person before and couldn't bring herself to look down. No, not yet, just touch.

She pressed her body into the softness that was Malfoy's bed. My, it was rather comfortable… The couple in the picture seemed to sense that the odd gymnastic position they were in was confusing Ginny, and they switched rather quickly into missionary position.

Seeing the wizard pressed firmly on top of the witch made a small drop of precum appear on the tip of Ginny's penis. She experimentally began to rub it around and gasped at the results. She found herself gently twisting her hand up and down the shaft as the couple stared intently into each other's eyes. She wondered if they ever got to cum or if they spent eternity idly thrusting.

She realized that there was a heat spreading down her spine through her stomach and all the way down to her toes. She was close, so very close. Oh Merlin she was going to leave a foul mess all over Malfoy's bed… oh drat who cares, it's rude but he was responsible for this mess anyway…so to speak

As she gasped in she realized Malfoy's bed smelled like him. A combination of hair tonic, grass and dirt (from the quiddich pitch) and something musky… possibly sandlewood? It certainly seemed almost natural. It filled her lungs and choked her. She closed her eyes and imagined him for a moment, as the weight on top of her. He may be a filthy bastard but she could almost imagine his touch. She shuddered.

Unlike her usual masturbating, Ginny felt something strong and solid building up inside of her. An electric shock ran through her body, her toes were curling and she lost control. She felt from deep within her something hot strong exploding out of her. Her hand felt sticky and warm, yet she kept pumping until she was drenched in sweat and shaking.

As she slowly withdrew her hand, her penis suddenly faded and disappeared. Ginny was surprised to see it go. Well, at least that solved on problem, now she just wished she hadn't promised Draco anything.

Looking down at the mess she'd made Ginny gagged and wiped the cum off her stomach with a corner of her robe. Ew. She then gently examined her delicate folds to make sure that her womanhood was intact and normal. It was.

After several minutes of primping in the mirror Ginny heard Malfoy's footsteps in the hallway. She paused as she heard the door unlock and turned to face him.


"Weasley, you're not going to like what you have to do in order to-"

Ginny cut him off

--"yeah, I figured it out"

She said as she swaggered past him and out the door, doing her best to stop herself from laughing.


Malfoy grimaced.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone that long… you're foul. It's too late to sneak you back to your house so you can spend the night in my bed if you like, I'll grab the couch in the common room. Oh, and you realize you're cleaning my sheets for me, right?"

Ginny snorted and nodded.