Win Win Situation

Looking down and remembering that her glass was empty, Ginny tipped the bottle holding the amber liquid, once more filling her glass. Sighing softly and taking a sip, she decided that a steamy bath might help her unwind from the long day. Tossing back the rest of her liquor, Ginny was indeed beginning to feel relaxed as the drink burned down her throat and warmed her insides. Setting her now empty glass on the coffee table, she proceeded to slip off her black pumps and run her bare feet over the plush carpet. Sliding gracefully from the couch, Ginny made her way to the kitchen to put on tea before heading off to undress. After padding to her room and sitting down on the edge of her bed, she tugged the blouse she was wearing over her head and slid the skirt off of her shapely hips. Shimmying out of her panties and unclipping the black lace bra that matched them, Ginny moved from the bedroom to the adjoining bath and turned the taps filling the large tub with hot water and rose colored bubbles.


Gently slipping one slender ankle into the floral scented waters, Ginny slowly lowered herself into the comforting bath.Leaning her head again the cream tiled wall she let the water caress her nude form,easing the tension from her stressed body. After closing her eyes to let the calming effect saturate her senses, she reopened them only to see more time had passed than originally thought. Feeling silly for letting herself doze off like that, Ginny continued on to wash her firey locks and she body, afterward draining the tub and showering to rinse away any residue. Feeling quite refreshed, though more awake than she cared to be, Ginny wrapped a dark purple towel around her small frame and exited the bathroom, grabbing her hunter green terrycloth robe on the way out, Moving to be seated once more on the edge of her bed. As she sat there she disentangled the dark towel from her moist skin, moving to wrap it around her flaming hair and pull the robe up to cover her nude freckled form.


Getting up from the plum colored bedspread to fetch some lounge clothes, Ginny was thrown off course by the doorbell ringing. Wondering who could be calling on her on a Friday night, she quickly tied the belt on her robe and stalked back out to the front door, her semi-wet curls cascading in crimson over her slim shoulders. Peering out the window she saw a shadow on her stoop due to the setting summer sun, but couldn't make out the form, nor see the caster. Cautiously, Ginny drew her wand and held it at her side, ready in the first hint of danger. The chiming grew louder as once more the small pearly button next to the door was pressed to summon her presence. Taking a deep breath, the buxom redhead opened the door slightly, trying to see who was waiting in the dieing light. Her eyes got wide and her mother opened slightly as she met the cool silver eyes of a very aggitated Draco Malfoy. Her moment of shock soon gave way to a heated mixture of curiosity, fear, and anger. Jerking the door open wide and tugging him inside, Ginny closed the door quickly and pinned him against the back of it. Her eyes were the color of dying embers, her body tense pressed on his tall thin frame.


"Malfoy, have you completely fucking lost it? What on earth are you doing here, now, why?" Her words were as scrambled as her thoughts, but she knew he was clever enough to figure it out.

Draco barely managed to stifle a mocking laugh at her flustered state as he attempted to move underneath the weight of her. She was stronger than he remembered and only managed to move and arm to lay a hand on her shoulder with the infamous Malfoy smirk coming to his lips. "Why Ginny, do you not remember the deal we made the other night in my office? You help me, I help you. It's a win win situation really."


The smug look on his features as he spoke of their arrangement made ginny want to hit him. She was regretting agreeing to the whole thing already. Why had she even agreed to have a drink with him in the first place? It was stupid of her, utterly dim. Maybe she could get out of their deal, if she was careful of what she said. Choosing her words cautiously, she got close to his face and said them, her voice barely above a whisper, a smirk not unlike his own forming on her full lips. "And Malfoy, do you not remember the stipulations with said deal? Wasn't it you who said if those rules were broken, the deal was off? And wasn't it you who also said that it had to be kept a secret, no risk of anybody finding out?"

A sour look came across the young man's face as he listened intently to her words, but it became an evil looking smile as he pushed his weight against her own, his lips brushing almost intimately against her ear as he spoke."I assure you, Ginny, I am not as dim witted as you so hope. I have eyes and ears all over the place, as you well know, and I knew it was safe to call on you tonight. Now, are you quite finished, or are you going to try and find yet another way to wiggle out of our agreement?"


Ginny Weasley knew she was stuck. Damn Draco and his ... skills. She hated the man at the moment. As she felt his breath on her ear, her body trembled. She'd never really been afraid of Draco, so that couldn't be the reason. The only other time she'd trembled before was from lust. She had always found him rather attractive, but she had never felt desire for him really. Now however her body betrayed her thoughts, tensing against his frame, a heat spreading across her skin like a fever. It unnerved her a bit, despite the contract she'd entered into with him. She figured it would be just random and she hadn't expected any of the heat and desire to be coming from herself in his direction. It was ludicrous. Wasn't it just minutes ago, her mind had been reeling, trying to find a way to get out of their secret arrangement? To find a way to keep her and Draco apart? A lot of good it had done her.Now he not only knew she'd been having doubts, but he'd proven he hadn't broken any rules and the contract was still in place. She was completely stuck.

As he pressed against her she felt something in the pit of her insides tighten in reaction to the rigidity of him that was pressed against her thigh. She felt the breath catch in her lungs as the bare skin of his hand brushed against her bare chest. It was only then that she became painfully aware that all she was wearing was a loosely tied robe. Moving a step back and attempting to ignore the sensation growing in her abdomen and pull the robe closer around her, she looked at Draco and instantly wished she hadn't. Meeting the silver eyes hidden partially beneath his hair, she saw them glint mischievously and then saw the grin playing on his lips. It wasn't a very pleasant sight. Before she could resist, his hand on her shoulder pulled her back against him and his lips found her's with a rough passion. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened and the hand that had freed when she moved gripped the back of her head.


Ginny wasn't sure what to do. His hands were strong, surely strong enough to cancel out what little force she could use to try and get away. She fought to not let out a small moan as he continued to pull her body against his, the terry cloth robe, not putting much between her bare thighs and the hardening mass in her pants that was pushing against them. She felt his tongue massaging her own and felt the fight inside of her die. She had been mentally battling with herself as to whether or not this was right, but the feeling of Draco drowned out the small voice saying no until it ceased to be. As she stopped resisting Draco moved his hand from her hair down over her shoulders to the bare triangle of chest that was available. Ginny's mind kicked in and made a small noise of protest, but it was lost as he flicked his tongue against her lips, running a hand down and under the loosely tied belt. Felling his lips move from her own and clasp on the hollow of her throat, Ginny was vaguely aware of the robe falling open and her fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and tugging at the belt around his waist.