All Good Things

Ginny waited outside of History of Magic to join her classmates. She paced back and forth, pulling at some of the creases in her robes. She hadn’t hung them up last night, and even though she had planned on spending the night in Gryffindor tower and dressing in a new set today, she still wished she had planned a bit better for snags in the plan.

As Luna emerged, Ginny quickly fell into step with her.

“So how’d it go,” she blinked rapidly, taking in Ginny’s mildly disheveled appearance.

“Didn’t you get those notes off to the Slytherins?” she hissed, grabbing Luna’s arm. “I wound up spending the whole night there Luna. And now if I want to finish this thing through I’ll have to do it again.”

“So don’t go through with it,” Luna shrugged. Pulling her from the push of the crowd, Ginny stopped them both and glared at her.

“What now?”

“I mean, if you didn’t enjoy what went on last night, you don’t have to do it again.”

Luna had a point. Luna. A point. Something was wrong with the world.

“Honestly, Ginny, it couldn’t have been bad. You would have left if you weren’t enjoying yourself at least a little.”

Just when Ginny thought she’d seen it all from Luna, here she was showing her Ravenclaw intellect.

Flustered, she pushed her hair back from her face.

“That hot, eh?” Grinning, Luna stepped back into the middle of the corridor. “We’re going to have to hurry to charms,” she rationalized, dragging her friend along. “Who knows, you might learn something that you could use the next time you punish Draco.”

~~~

The rest of the week crawled by. It was almost uneventful. All Ginny could think about was her meeting with Draco on Friday night. She had prepared three notes—one to Pansy, one to Crabbe, and one to Goyle. She kept debating whether to send them or not. Obviously the last batch hadn’t made it quite on time, or else they hadn’t taken them seriously enough. This one made mention of the fact that Draco would be sneaking off, and if they wanted to know why, they’d only have to stop up at the Room of Requirement shortly after midnight.

True to his word, Draco had kept his bumps and bruises on prominent display. It made Ginny proud to see her imprints on him. Pansy had huffed about them, and he told her over breakfast that he’d fallen asleep in the Prefect’s Lounge and woke up with them. She’d never argue with him about it, but Ginny could see that she didn’t buy one word of what he’d said. And for some reason, that made her oddly content.

She carried the notes around all day Thursday, unsure of what to do. Each moment she changed her mind. That night she barely slept at all in anticipation of the next day, and her rather haggard appearance the next morning showed that. Concerned, Luna left the Ravenclaw table and joined Ginny and Colin Creevey while they ate breakfast.

“Are you going to be ok?” she whispered. “I know this is weighing on your mind Ginny, but if you keep letting your emotions get the better of you, a peptic screacher will pop on in to your heart and there won’t be anything that any of us could do for you.”

“Is that anything like heartburn?” giggled Ginny. “Because you can already get that from eating some things, Luna.

“It’s obviously much more serious than that Ginny,” Luna’s eyes widened. “A peptic screacher drains your heart of any love that you may have felt or feel and replaces it with despair.”

Shuddering at the idea of such an imaginary creature, Ginny nodded seriously back to Luna. Even if she was a bit batty at times, it was nice to know that she still had someone looking out for her.

The next moment, Ginny felt someone crash into her from behind.

“Sorry, Weasel,” Draco sneered as he leaned over her. “I should have been able to spot your fire mop of hair from a kilometre away.” His hand casually dropped something into her lap, and she pulled her books onto her lap to conceal whatever it was. With a mocking gesture, he and Pansy sauntered out of the Great Hall.

“What nerve,” Colin spat. “He obviously fell on you on purpose. I still don’t know why McGonagall let him come back this year. He’s a bad seed, through and through.”

A twinge of guilt hit Ginny. He’d treated Harry and Ron and especially Hermione like shit during their time at Hogwarts. He’d made life hard for Hagrid. Hell, his father had set her up to be manipulated by Lord Voldemort himself. She had to send those notes.

Gathering her things from her lap into her arms and assuring herself that whatever Draco had tossed was pressed between them, she slid the pile into her bag.

“I’m going to head up to the Owlery before class; I have some things I need to send.” Luna caught her eye with a rather intent gaze, but Ginny broke away and trotted towards the stairs that would lead her to the owls’ haven at Hogwarts.

The climb upwards was strenuous; Ginny always forgot how long it took to reach the top. She began to look for the letters as she approached the room, and as she moved her books she caught sight of something she hadn’t packed that morning.

The blank panties she’d worn only a few nights ago were mixed in with her things. She pulled them out, and was surprised at the smell of them. The scent of her and Draco and that night was still on them; they obviously hadn’t been washed. And obviously, Draco had kept them after that night. Maybe he hadn’t held onto them constantly, maybe he’d tucked them away and been planning this morning from the start. Or maybe he’d tucked them away in his robes, so that no one else would no but him, but he’d still know and that was all that mattered.

She was there, standing among all the owls and falling feathers, and at that moment she realised she didn’t want to send the notes. At least not yet. She wanted another night with Draco; another uninterrupted one. One where she didn’t have to leave early in the morning. In fact, one where she could laze about all the next day with him. Smiling, she tucked the panties into her robe pocket. She checked to be sure they couldn’t be seen, then hurried down the stairs. If she was lucky, she’d be just in time for Transfiguration.

Her class went well. Professor McGonagall hadn’t been able nor willing to find a replacement upon her promotion to Headmistress, so she’d continued teaching. This was comforting to Ginny; even as everything was changing, her ornery teacher still continued to berate her to remember to focus on all aspects of the task at hand. It was all in the details. A porcupine from a cactus was no good if it was still green, even if it could walk around just as a normal one did. She’d even nicknamed him Lester. Personally, Ginny thought he was sort of cute, but she made a note to concentrate a bit harder during her next lesson on Tuesday.

Her afternoon schedule was free, as it was Divination for those so inclined and Ginny had made sure to fail that OWL. The day was gorgeous; it was still cold seeing as it was the first week of December, but the sun was out and the light dusting of snow was enough for her to decide on a short broomride that afternoon. She hadn’t been out for anything other than practices, and Merlin knows those were less than enjoyable.

With her promotion to Quidditch captain came the gift of a rather nice, though previously owned Nimbus 2001. Her parents had found a reputable dealer that certified its refurbished brooms, and Ginny was glad they had gone through the trouble for her. She propped it over her shoulder as she trekked out a bit over the grounds. It was warmer than she’d imagined, and she wished she’d left her hat back in the dormitories. Squinting into the distance, she mapped out a general route, mounted her broom, and kicked off.

The feeling Ginny experienced was like nothing else. Her heart would pound at an impossible pace, her breath would catch so that she wasn’t sure if she was even using her lungs at all, and most of all, the weightless and tingly feeling in her stomach could not be beat. She could go wherever she wanted (theoretically) and do whatever her whims decided that day. As she circled the Quidditch pitch, she saw another figure down near the bottom stands. Swooping in for a better look, her stomach turned leaps that not even the Nimbus could have dealt. It was him.

She hung in midair and just watched him for a bit. As he ran his maintenance check on his rather lovely piece of equipment, she saw how much he really seemed to care about it. Something about Draco wasn’t quite what she’d always assumed him to be. Sure, he was arrogant, but growing up in the Malfoy household couldn’t breed anything other than that for a child. He could be rather self-centred.

Suddenly he stopped with his attention to his broom. Jumping on it, he sped towards Ginny. She hadn’t planned on meeting him up here like this; she’d wanted to fly back to the castle and just focus on seeing him later. Still, she knew if she turned tail now it’d give him the wrong idea, and she didn’t want to run from him. Rather, she liked the confrontational nature of their encounters.

He finally stopped a few metres away, taking her all in. Her face didn’t look any better than it had this morning, she supposed, and her hair was shoved under one of Hermione’s rather odd shaped hats with only a few rebel strands peeking out. Her scarf was wrapped around her neck almost three times. The mental image she got of herself was enough to make her snicker, so she wasn’t surprised when he burst out laughing.

“You look like you’re going into hibernation, Weasley. It’s not even that cold.” He drifted close, slowly unwrapping the scarf from around her. He dropped it and she watched it flutter to the ground below them.

Their brooms were almost touching now; they were hovering only centimetres from one another. Draco reached for her chin, gently pulling her closer. Just as their lips were about to meet, she zoomed off towards the Forest. Pulling off her hat, she cast it down with her scarf, not caring if it got lost. It felt amazing to have the wind whipping through her hair, and the excitement from seeing him here had sent her pulse racing even faster. It seemed unspoken sexual tension heightened the experience of being on a broom to a degree she hadn’t before known.

They raced. They raced around the grounds. Every turn she made he was right there, only a few metres behind. They had been riding for about twenty minutes and were probably about five from school when Draco called out a challenge.

“First one to the Quidditch Stadium claims a prize from the loser!”

He quickly spun in midair and was off, and Ginny found herself trailing for the first time that day.

They were neck and neck. Her hair was flying in the wind as she leaned closer and closer to the broom to make it more aerodynamic. They both went in for the dive at the same time. This was it—her final chance to pull ahead or claim defeat from Malfoy.

He picked up such speed that she was at least five meters behind by the time she tumbled off her broom and onto the field. Giggling, she felt her legs collapse a bit under her from the adrenaline of it all.

“Do I get to claim my prize?”

“And what would that be?”

Looking her up and down, he contemplated for a few short moments. “Let me prepare the room tonight. I’ll get there early, and it’ll be ready for you at midnight.”

This interested Ginny; she wasn’t often surprised, and she had a feeling that this might give her a better glimpse into what made Draco tick. She turned to walk back up to the castle.

“So is that a yes?” he called, his voice echoing through the empty stands. Turning, she stooped to pick up her fallen scarf.

“I suppose it is.” A smile crept across her face as she made her way back up to Gryffindor tower. She couldn’t help but be excited for the night to come.

~~~

Eleven-thirty. Ginny checked the Marauder’s Map one more time to make sure no one was on patrol near her planned route to the Room of Requirement. She felt a bit guilty using it to meet Draco; Harry had given it to her when he’d decided not to return for his seventh year, but the feeling passed. Harry was not her boyfriend anymore, and if he wanted to leave her here, then he could deal with what she used the map for in her spare time. Quietly she slipped out, being careful to ensure that the portrait swung closed as softly as possible.

She hadn’t known what to wear for their encounter. Her clothes were nowhere near as sexy as the Room of Requirement’s had been, and she’d fretted for a bit. However, after a rather thorough bath, she’d decided that if the occasion called for sexy, it’d be provided when she got there. Opting for a sensible pair of sneakers, jeans, and a black t-shirt, Ginny felt like a spy out of a film. Her choices worked though; she made next to no noise without her swishing robes and rather clunky shoes.

Paying close attention to the map, she managed to avoid Peeves and circumvent some of the Aurors and Order members that were managing security at the school. Luckily, Moody had been off duty, so she didn’t have to worry about his magic eye lurking around any corners.

She reached the room at ten to twelve. The door was there, but she wasn’t sure if she should wait any longer. She had promised him midnight, and didn’t want to interrupt his planning if he was still taking care of it inside. However, one look at the map convinced her otherwise; Mrs. Norris was headed straight for her. She took a deep breath and stepped in, but what met her eyes was nothing short of amazing.

“Draco?” she whispered. “Are we…outside?”

The room had been transformed into an overgrown Eden. There was a clearing in the center where the grass grew rather high, but around the dirt covered walls there were trees and even windows with what looked like full daylight streaming in. Flowers bloomed in scattered patches, and there was even a small waterfall placed near the back with a pond underneath. She even noticed that there were some small birds flitting about, and a squirrel, and even some bees—“

“How did you come up with this?” she gasped, looking around for him. He appeared from behind one of the back trees, carrying a large picnic basket. He was even dressed similarly to Ginny—jeans and a black tee, although he was barefoot.

“Do you like it? Your rather astounded look would lead me to believe you do.”

Speechless. Ginny Weasley was speechless, and she couldn’t remember a time that called for words more than now.

Dropping the basket, he approached her and reached out for her hands. Gently, he pulled her to the centre of the room.

“If you must know,” he murmured, positioning himself behind her, “I got the idea today.” His long arms pulled her close so that he could whisper in her ear. She could feel him along the length of her body, his chest pressing against her back.

“I saw the trees and felt the air and the grass and you, Ginny. All I could think of was laying you down in the grass and making you scream my name so loud that the echo would carry across the grounds.”

She could feel his cock against her, even through the layers of denim. His hot breath on her neck made her wriggle a bit.

“I wanted to see the grass stains on your body and know it was because I’d ridden you long and hard into the dirt. I wanted to see your body in full daylight. I wondered if you’d get any more freckles in those areas that haven’t seen the sun yet. But mostly, I wanted to feel the heat from our bodies and the dirt and sweat mingling together as I made you cum.”

“Enough talk, Draco,” she spun, grabbing at his waistband. “More action.”

They fell to the ground, kissing and touching and pulling at clothing like it couldn’t come off fast enough. He worked her jeans open, gasping a bit.”

“No knickers? Weasley, I’m surprised at you!” He gently touched her mound, feeling the small red curls beneath his fingers. Her pants still around her hips, she grinned slyly and arched her back so he could pull them off quicker.

“I don’t own anything as pretty as what the room provided last time,” she explained. “Besides,” she reached down to touch herself, “I like the feeling of it. Its quite exhilarating to know that you have nothing on underneath, but no one else knows that.”

She was driving him crazy. She could just imagine what she looked like; hair splayed, t-shirt on, but very, very naked down below and exploring herself while he watched.

It only took seconds for Draco to get his pants off too. His erection bobbed as he knelt before her, unsure of whether to interrupt or let her continue her rather arousing performance. He was enjoying the show, but some hands on participation would probably add to the experience.

“Draco,” she moaned, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him down over her, “I didn’t wait all day for this so you could sit there and watch me.”

Their lips met, her tongue probing as they struggled to get off their shirts and still maintain contact.

“No bra either,” he groaned, rubbing her nipple and watching it harden. He slid one hand between her thighs, and she moaned as he brushed against her clit. Fiercely he attacked her body, licking her areolas and working his fingers in and out of her, all the while massaging her clit with his thumb. She could feel her legs shaking from the feel of it all, and she couldn’t take it any longer. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock and positioned him near her entrance. His tip barely touched her, and she moaned loudly in his ear.

“Do you feel how wet I am, Draco? How I’m dripping because of you?” He slid in quickly, making Ginny gasp. Reaching out, her hands spread on either side of her, she tangled them in the grass and held on.

“You’re such a whore, Weasley,” he panted, riding her hard. Reaching out, his hands pinched her nipples, and with every stroke Ginny could feel herself approaching her peak. He pushed harder, deeper, awakening nerves and senses Ginny didn’t even realize she had. It was as though every bit of blood had rushed to her pelvis, and every available neuron was focused on each bit of friction that was felt.

“Tell me it’s never been this good,” he gasped, “tell me you want me to fuck your body until you can’t sit straight. Tell me that you want every step you take tomorrow to be a memory of this fuck. That with every step, you’ll remember the feel of my cock.”

“Merlin, Draco!” she screamed, her hips arching off the grass as she climaxed. The sight of her writhing below was enough for Draco; he let go and joined her with an orgasm of his own. They kissed, his hands cradling her chin as they both stopped shaking. Ginny realized that she’d pulled up huge chunks of grass in either hand, and with a giggle she tossed them at him. Draco just grinned, stretching out on his side in the little hollow of matted grass they’d created during their romp. She curled up next to him, spooning against his long figure. Reaching his hands around, he pulled her close to him so that they were touching once again. He traced lazy paths along her stomach, and as his breathing slowed a bit and sleep began to take a hold of both of them, one of his hands moved possessively to cup her breast. She couldn’t remember feeling this satisfied after sex with Harry, although they’d always seemed to be more serious about love-making than Draco and her were. But now wasn’t the time to think about it. Snuggling a bit closer, Ginny let herself succumb to the waves of sleep that washed over her, and left the deeper thinking for another time and place.