Burn

Ginny whirled around to meet the icy-silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. Although she had tried to avoid him for most of the day, he always seemed to pop up everywhere she was.

“Malfoy.” She answered curtly.

Oh, that hurt. It really did.” He commented, pretending to be wounded. But then his eyes glinted, and he advanced on her until he had her backed up against the wall. “Aren’t you going to kiss me better?”

“I’ve got better things to do than stroke your ego, Ferret.” Ginny growled back.

He smirked.

“I’ve got something else you can stroke.” He purred, and just to make his point, he pressed his body up against hers, trapping her against the stone wall.

“You’re vile.” Ginny spat.

“But you love it.”

Just as she was opening her mouth to say something else, he dropped his lips on hers. Her muffled cry soon died away as she fell into the kiss. Pressing closer, Draco ran a hand up her smooth thigh and rounded her ass. He squeezed, making her squeal softly into his mouth.

Ginny felt her panties just get drenched. Did this boy know how to kiss or what?

Yet just as she was getting into it, he pulled away.

“You said you could take anything I throw at you…it’s time to prove your claim.” He purred.

Almost instantly, Ginny’s brow drew together…and she slapped him across the face.

“I am not one your sluts that you think will come at every beck and call, Malfoy. So don’t think you can dangle just anything in front of my face and I will dance. I’ll prove myself when you give something worth responding to.” She hissed. And with that, she walked away, leaving Draco staring with desire shining in his eyes.

Draco smirked.

That damn red head sure had balls.

Reminding himself to cast a cover-up charm later, he jumped into the shower. He let the hot water run over his body, caressing eveart art of him. His eyes drifted shut, his mind wandering to how much Ginny Weasley had grown this summer.

Her hair was longer, curlier…it suited her. Her clothes got skimpier…that suited him. But it was her eyes that mesmerized him. They would be ordinarily hazel, but when she was pissed, the burned the deepest fires of hell, and when she was laughing, dots of gold would appear.

Draco grasped his now hard cock in his hand, slowly pumping it from head to base. He groaned, bracing himself with him one hand the tiled wall.

He imagined her mouth on his again, those soft, supple lips on his own. And slowly, she stripped in his mind, agonizingly slowly taking off every single piece of clothing until she stood in front of him in her naked glory.

It would be then he would ravish her—throw her on a bed and fuck her senseless.

At just the thought of her tight pussy around his cock was almost enough to make him shoot right then and there.

Draco pumped harder, his hips starting to buck with his rhythmic strokes. He started to think of how she would look when she came. In his mind, she screamed, his name echoing from her lips as her walls clenched around his throbbing—

He came with a strangled cry, a low groan combined with a growl. His hand clenched the bottom of his member as his other hand lowered to rub his balls. Finally sated, he leaned his head against the wall of the shower, his breath coming in short gasps.

Cleaning himself off, Draco took his time washing off the rest of his body, turning the water to scalding. When he was done, he muttered a quick drying charm and strode out of the bathroom in his silk Slytherin bathrobe. Not bothering to put any clothes, he merely climbed into his four-post bed as hazel eyes haunted him to sleep.