What Happened to Ginny

Chapter 7
Nasty Girl

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Song used in this chapter is Nasty Girl by Vanity.

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Time ceased to exist the moment their bodies met. Liquid fire rushed through there veins seemingly in tempo with the beat of the music around them. Grinding, swaying, rubbing, every movement was made to push the other to a point of no return. God it was working too. Ginny felt a pleasant burn deep at her core that begged to be sated. She didn’t even care that she was pissed and defiantly a bit high from the mari. It wasn’t like she had to answer to anyone for what she did. If she wanted to go out get drunk, get stoned, and take her family’s so-called mortal enemy to her bed who would dare tell her no after what she had been put through by Mr. Savior-of-the-wizarding-world? ‘No one with half a working brain that’s for sure,’ she riley thought to herself.

She shoved her inhibitions out the window and braved the Malfoy waters by running her hands down his arms as she ground against his thigh. “You’re playing with fire Red. You think you’re up to it?”

She didn’t respond just ground down harder. Running her hands down his chest and waist, following his lean lines down his upper legs, lingering over his thighs before working her way back up. Gods, he felt like sculpted steel beneath his fine navy blue linen shirt. Each muscle well defined and cut to perfection.

Her hands went everywhere, lingering over his back then back to his chest. Dragging her nails over his shirt covered taunt nipples seemed to always drive a moan from deep within his chest. She ground her heated core against his trouser covered leg unable to suppress her own moan of pleasure as she ground herself into him.

Ginny leaned into Draco, breathing warmly on his neck. “Malfoy why don’t you dress like the other men around here seem to. You seem a bit out of place in your chinos and button-down.”

“Because I’m no wanker. I don’t need to dress like a male slut to get attention. Plus we both know I look good like this.”

She laughed, the vibrations of her mirth rattling against him. “Still full of your self I see.”

He smirked. “I would rather you be full of me.”

“Oh I bet you would.”

The song shifted and the beat picked up. If anyone paid attention to the lyrics they would have thought some higher power liked playing songs that fit the two unlikely would be lovers.

If ever there was a song that screamed tease and taunt, this one was it. Ginny’s inebriated mind just couldn’t pass up the chance to use every part of her body to drive him to the point of lust induced insanity.

That's right, pleased to meet you
I still won't tell you my name.
Don't you believe in mystery,
Don't you want to play my game?

She placed both hands on his chest and shoved herself away from him moving back just far enough for him to watch her move to the particularly illicit beat. Hips rolling, breast heaving as her own hands wandered a path down her torso.

I'm looking for a man to love me
Like I've never been loved before.
I'm looking for a man that'll do it anywhere,
Even on the limousine floor.

She jabbed her perfectly sculpted index finger into his chest as she lip sung the lyrics along with the song making it clear she was using it to say what she couldn’t. She wanted him. Her hips picked up a new roll, pulsing harder to the beat that filled them.

'Cause tonight, living in a fantasy,
in My own little nasty world.
Tonight, don't you want to come with me,
Do you think I'm a nasty girl?

She strutted around him like she owned him, dragging her finger over him as she circled him like prey. She could feel him shiver beneath her finger. She knew it wasn’t fear that got such a response from him. Oh no, far from it. He was shaking with anticipation as much as she was.

Completing her circle she stopped in front of him, twisting her hips, chest heaving, and pressed her small hands into his lean body, “so Draco do you think I’m a nasty girl?”

“You will be,” he growled.

Pushing her through the crowd; he found his favorite spot in the entire club. The pillar that stood in the center of the room was a roof support that literally kept the roof from falling. It would make a suitable place to make her his or at least a place where he could be in her, her moist heat wrapped around him.

He pushed her back up against the wooden support. “I warned you Weaselette. You played with fire and now you’re gonna burn.”

“Right here?”

“Right now.”

She never thought herself an exhibitionist, but gods the thought of him taking her right here in the midst of the throbbing crowd excited her like nothing she could remember. She felt his hands slip between her legs, ghosts over her thong covered sex. Sliding the flimsy material to the side he slid a finger back and forth over her wet folds. She careened against him in response.

“You want me don’t you? I can tell. You’re soaked for me. Just aching to have me inside you aren’t you Ginny.”

Her lust crazed mind barely registered his use of her first name. All she knew was the throb of the music’s beat in and through her and the feel of his hands on her most intimate place. “More. Gods I need more.”

He didn’t question it. He knew what she wanted. After all he wanted it just as bad. Slipping a hand between then, he unfastened the button and zipper of his trousers, making sure he was close enough to her to not be seen. His erect member sprang from its confines into his waiting hand. With a skill only acquired with practice he lifted her skirt enough to slip between her legs, the head of his cock sitting poised at the entrance of her warm, wet passage. “There’s no turning back now.” He slid into her before he slipped his hands under her bottom to lift her, resting her back against the pillar. Instinctively she wrapped stocking booted legs around his hips pulling him deeper in.

It was instinct coupled with pure driving need. Within a few strokes he had set a fast pace, pistoning in and out of her as if he would die if he stopped; her body willingly responding to his every move. She felt like a tight fist around him. “Sweet Circe you feel like heaven Ginny.”

“You don’t feel so bad yourself Malfoy.” She used her legs to pull him harder into her waiting body, his hardness filling her to the point of bursting. Such sweet surrender.

“Draco. I’m fucking you, you can call me Draco.” His words were tight and lust ridden.

Lost in the feeling of him inside her she lost track of everything but him and the pulse of the music around them. The familiar bubble of building pleasure drummed in her core. God it had been so long since she hadn’t given herself that feeling and even then it could never begin to measure up to this particular feeling.

She could feel him drawing tight in preparation for his release before he mumbled to her. “You ready to fly?” His hands slipping between them he frantically rubbed his thumb over her blood engorged clit. She had to bite down onto his shoulder to muffle her cry of release.

The feel of her body’s natural release as it milked his hardened cock was all it took to send him over the edge behind her. “Dear mother of Merlin that was amazing.” Slipping from her warm body he cast a quick scourgify on both of them before righting himself and closing his pants. He pulled her to his side as they left the dance floor. “Care for a drink? I’ll a bit thirsty.”

“Ogdens if you please.”

“Firewhisky for the lady it is. Meet you at the top.” They parted ways; he headed for the bar and her for Luna and the rest of unlikely associates whose company she had come to enjoy over the course of the evening.


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