Misusing My Life
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
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Adult +
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6
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2,057
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A Sactuary Unknown
Howdy; thank you for reading - leave some reviews. ^_^ I had some fun actually writing this chapter because it involves more of Draco/Ginny instead.
Ginevra silently crept into an abandoned classroom. She could not help it. She was falling but still crumbling; and Draco was the only thing on her mind. A deep sigh passed her full lips and her brow furrowed. Ginevra slowly pulled her cloak off, wincing from the pain of her bruising. Her back pressed to the cool stone wall and her bum settled on the cloak. Brown orbs closed and a small purr escaped when she stroked her fingers through her dark locks.
Those fingers dragged along her face, caressing and down her neck, stroking. Untying her robe, one hand slid in and gently cradled her breast; the pads of her thumb brushing over taut, small nipples. Ginevra suppressed a moan of pleasure and another hand brushed over her silken thigh. Pushing the middle of her panties away, she slipped a finger over her slit.
“Mmn’..” Ginevra’s lips parted and her finger slid slowly around the protruding nub. Circling around that pleasure area, the door creaked open and someone slipped in silently.
One finger inserted into her wet sheath and she uttered a cry she thought would, in her life, never pass her lips.
“Draco!” back and forth, in and out the finger went; soaking up the sweet juices that Ginevra made.
He could not believe this, his name. Not Potter’s. His. Silver eyes gleamed in the moonlight and then his lips were on hers, a crushing kiss. One hand cupped at her breast and the other pushed Ginevra’s hand away from her sex. Draco breathed the scent of her in before dipping his head to take a nipple in his warm mouth. Drawing up and nibbling along the lovely flesh, he smiled at the moans she emitted.
He pulled and tugged off her night gown and his lips trailed down her body, tongue swirling over the ivory. Draco’s thumbs looped beneath her panties and he tugged them over her silken thighs. He found what he wanted and he took it quickly; tongue brushing at Ginevra’s slit and his finger stroking over her open just to tease her.
“P-please, Draco, please!” and his finger thrust itself into her, making her hips rise and her clit scraped along his teeth. Draco sucked, pushed, and all but fucked Ginevra.
_____
She lay there, spent, in his arms with a smile on her face. Draco nuzzled into her neck and placed a kiss just at the pulse while his fingers played along her sides.
“What just happened, Mal-Draco?”
“I don’t know, Ginevra. I really don’t.”
“Can we stay like this then?”
“Only for a while, classes are tomorrow, remember?” He kissed her hair and inhaled the sweaty, cinnamon scent.
“Mhm.”
Ginevra drifted off to sleep.
_____
She tossed and turned, stretching luxuriously out in the satin sheets. Her hair splayed out and shone in the bright morning light and Draco poked her side carefully.
“Up, Ginevra. You have Charms class in an hour.”
At the sound of his voice, she popped up and slid out of the bed only to fall in a heap of limbs on the floor. Groaning tiredly, she stood up, brushed passed Draco, and ran into the bathroom to straighten her hair.
“Draco! Do you have something I could brush my teeth with?”
“Use mine!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ginevra. I mean, I’ve tasted everything on you. It’s not that hard to use my toothbrush.”
He could practically see her flushing and he smirked as he applied the gel to ruffle into his hair.
____
“And that’s how the dwarves were banished in 1820 from the wizarding world.”
Ginevra slumped in her seat and began to pack up everything. Walking out of the class, Luna at her side, she watched as Harry glared at her from the doorway of another classroom. She suppressed a shudder and walked down the hall to Transfiguration.
____
Hermione was officially bored in Potions. Not once, did she abhor a class after Divination but the Fat Friar and potions did not mix. Stirring the pristine liquid with her eyes glazed over, her thoughts drifted to last night when she was all alone in her cold bed.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Severus. With a heavy sigh, she put her book down and crawled under the comforter. Drawing her curtains shut, she pushed off her nightgown and tossed it away. Her fingertips brushed over the stiff nipples, their cocoa buds tightening and making her moan.
Fingers danced down her curvy body and found the patch of heat between her legs. Spreading her thighs a bit more, the girl gently slid a finger over her slit and pressed against the nerve-induced clit. With a gasp, one fingers entered her wet sheath and her thumb pushed and rubbed over the sensitive area. Bucking her hips up and down, her finger rushed in and out. Before long, she lay there in the bed, spent and crying.
She missed Severus.
Ginevra silently crept into an abandoned classroom. She could not help it. She was falling but still crumbling; and Draco was the only thing on her mind. A deep sigh passed her full lips and her brow furrowed. Ginevra slowly pulled her cloak off, wincing from the pain of her bruising. Her back pressed to the cool stone wall and her bum settled on the cloak. Brown orbs closed and a small purr escaped when she stroked her fingers through her dark locks.
Those fingers dragged along her face, caressing and down her neck, stroking. Untying her robe, one hand slid in and gently cradled her breast; the pads of her thumb brushing over taut, small nipples. Ginevra suppressed a moan of pleasure and another hand brushed over her silken thigh. Pushing the middle of her panties away, she slipped a finger over her slit.
“Mmn’..” Ginevra’s lips parted and her finger slid slowly around the protruding nub. Circling around that pleasure area, the door creaked open and someone slipped in silently.
One finger inserted into her wet sheath and she uttered a cry she thought would, in her life, never pass her lips.
“Draco!” back and forth, in and out the finger went; soaking up the sweet juices that Ginevra made.
He could not believe this, his name. Not Potter’s. His. Silver eyes gleamed in the moonlight and then his lips were on hers, a crushing kiss. One hand cupped at her breast and the other pushed Ginevra’s hand away from her sex. Draco breathed the scent of her in before dipping his head to take a nipple in his warm mouth. Drawing up and nibbling along the lovely flesh, he smiled at the moans she emitted.
He pulled and tugged off her night gown and his lips trailed down her body, tongue swirling over the ivory. Draco’s thumbs looped beneath her panties and he tugged them over her silken thighs. He found what he wanted and he took it quickly; tongue brushing at Ginevra’s slit and his finger stroking over her open just to tease her.
“P-please, Draco, please!” and his finger thrust itself into her, making her hips rise and her clit scraped along his teeth. Draco sucked, pushed, and all but fucked Ginevra.
_____
She lay there, spent, in his arms with a smile on her face. Draco nuzzled into her neck and placed a kiss just at the pulse while his fingers played along her sides.
“What just happened, Mal-Draco?”
“I don’t know, Ginevra. I really don’t.”
“Can we stay like this then?”
“Only for a while, classes are tomorrow, remember?” He kissed her hair and inhaled the sweaty, cinnamon scent.
“Mhm.”
Ginevra drifted off to sleep.
_____
She tossed and turned, stretching luxuriously out in the satin sheets. Her hair splayed out and shone in the bright morning light and Draco poked her side carefully.
“Up, Ginevra. You have Charms class in an hour.”
At the sound of his voice, she popped up and slid out of the bed only to fall in a heap of limbs on the floor. Groaning tiredly, she stood up, brushed passed Draco, and ran into the bathroom to straighten her hair.
“Draco! Do you have something I could brush my teeth with?”
“Use mine!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ginevra. I mean, I’ve tasted everything on you. It’s not that hard to use my toothbrush.”
He could practically see her flushing and he smirked as he applied the gel to ruffle into his hair.
____
“And that’s how the dwarves were banished in 1820 from the wizarding world.”
Ginevra slumped in her seat and began to pack up everything. Walking out of the class, Luna at her side, she watched as Harry glared at her from the doorway of another classroom. She suppressed a shudder and walked down the hall to Transfiguration.
____
Hermione was officially bored in Potions. Not once, did she abhor a class after Divination but the Fat Friar and potions did not mix. Stirring the pristine liquid with her eyes glazed over, her thoughts drifted to last night when she was all alone in her cold bed.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Severus. With a heavy sigh, she put her book down and crawled under the comforter. Drawing her curtains shut, she pushed off her nightgown and tossed it away. Her fingertips brushed over the stiff nipples, their cocoa buds tightening and making her moan.
Fingers danced down her curvy body and found the patch of heat between her legs. Spreading her thighs a bit more, the girl gently slid a finger over her slit and pressed against the nerve-induced clit. With a gasp, one fingers entered her wet sheath and her thumb pushed and rubbed over the sensitive area. Bucking her hips up and down, her finger rushed in and out. Before long, she lay there in the bed, spent and crying.
She missed Severus.