Habits And Changes

Baths And Other Wonderful Things.


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Ginny was looking towards the ceiling, everything a blur of colours with no definite lines or shapes. The candle just enhanced the effect. Finally, she let out the last bit of air in her lungs through her nose and shortly after watching the bubbles rise to the surface, she followed them to take a deep gulp of air.

She had once heard that while muggle-scuba-diving, one shouldn’t move faster towards the surface than a bubble, othee une unconsciousness would be the result. If it was due to air bubbles forming in the human blood, the production of some other toxic chemical compound or simply too much pressure released at once, she couldn’t remember. Not that it mattered much to her, there was nothing more she hated than imagining herself out in the open sea. The prospect of not knowing what swam beneath her was even more unappealing than imagining coming face to face with a shark of some sort.

She shook her head to stop images of men-eating monster fish forming in her head. She wanted to enjoy the bath and not traumatise herself. She lent back with her eyes closed and concentrated on the lavender and sandalwood fragrance that was flooding the bathroom from the one, single lit, scented candle. There was enough sunlight still streaming in from the huge window facing towards the street of Hogsmeade. It was obviously enchanted to look like the normal brick wall from the outside to insure the privacy of the inhabitant of the small but classy flat.

“Trying to drown yourself, Weasel?” a voice drawled and a shiver ran up her spine.

His voice always did that to her. While her mind was still clear and none of her thoughts led by passion, she hated her body for reacting so vividly to him. Afterwards, she really couldn’t care less.

Without opening her eyes she replied, “No, trying to drown out the world. You just shattered that fantasy though.”

With that she opened her eyes and tried to throw one of his famous glares at him. She succeeded. Well, almost. He had taught her well over the past time and she prided herself in her newfound confidence. For once in her life she didn’t require the help of one of her ever-protective brothers or her boyfriend. Although, that was rather nice and convenient. But the point was she knew she could defend herself. That just made accepting help far more dignified.

“Oh, but I have been planning on fulfilling a even better fantasy of yours tonight.” He smirked and strode elegantly towards her.

That smirk would kill her one day. He had obviously been training to perfect it, but considering that Malfoy’s were born with it, he was quite good at it now. And he knew it. Damn him, he knew and used it shamelessly. That seductive smirk had never felt to make her weak in the knees and a pool of wetness to gather in her knickers. Luckily, none of these two now applied.

He had moved to stand next to the enormous, 18th-century-style tub and looked down at her with a calculating glance. His eyes swept over her body that was relaxing in the warm water. A gentle steam was rising from the liquid surface and it irritated him that she had the inclination to add a large amount of foam to her baths. It covered too much of her delicious body. It was like he was deliberately being mocked and kept from looking at what was rightfully his. He noticed that she hadn’t responded to his promise yet. She was just lying there and smirking up at him coyly. He was proud as he knew that he had taught her that. Among other things.

“Like you have any idea about my fantasies,” she taunted him.

It was an utter lie and they both knew it. He knew her fantasies better than she did herself and he had proven to fulfil them more than once, never yet having failed to satisfy her needs. It was their little game. She tried to stay cool and collected as long as she could. In the end she generally rendered her control to him. It was a mind game and they both loved it. He loved possessing her and she loved being possessed by him, and him only.

“Ah,” he moved to kneel in front of the tub, his voice low and seductive, “then I guess you’ll just have to tell

He moved to trail his finger along her hairline towards her ear and down her neck. His fingestedsted between the tiny valley between her collarbones for a second before trailing first the one and then the other, finally returning to its starting position. He stopped his movements and started gently tapping his fingers on her skin, waiting for her response.

“You look awfully smug today, Malfoy.” He was already affecting her but she was proud that she seemed to be in complete control of her voice at least.

“Yeah, work was rather fulfilling. Got chosen for an assignment your git of a brother and Potter had been mooning after for a month now.”

“Draco, it is my family and friends you are currently insulting,” she scolded him while flicking some water in his face. Just to prove her point.

“I don’t give a damn who they are.” He growled at her, “and I haven’t insulted that red mopped excuse of a brother of yours since you asked me to.”

She snickered at t For For once Draco Malfoy tried his best – and unfortunately succeeded - to look dignified while water droplets were dripping from the tip of his nose while secondly, she remembered the 15 long days she had denied him any bodily contact until he gave in and promised he would stop insulting Ron. After all, she did have some control over him. She had been glowing of smugness for a week at least.

At that time, he had been quite clear that he would manage to ignore her brother but never Potter. He still seethed him and nothing could really stop that. Ginny didn’t really care as she never expected Malfoy to change so drastically. She was friendly with Harry but the tables seemed to have turned. After harbouring a crush until her sixth year at Hogwarts, it broke off abruptly when she quite literally bumped into Draco. From then on, Harry made his intentions to her clear and even seemed shocked that she hadn’t waited up for him. Well, he had had girlfriends of course, but he seemed to be waiting for her now.

“Red mopped, eh?” she asked him challengingly, “so that’s what you think of my hair?”

“Ginny, I don’t think I would ever compare you to your brother.” His face twisted into a grimace when he imagined her brother in some of her more …compromising positions.

She giggled again and he flashed her a silencing glare that just prolonged her current fit. He suddenly slipped and arm under her legs and the other behind her head and lifted her out of the tub.

She stopped her laughter and half screamed at him, “Draco, are you mad? What good will you do me when you have a few torn muscles in your back for the next few weeks?”

“Well, since you are obviously just worried about your pleasure,” he began, his voice more laboured that normally, “I suggest you turn to Potter, I had to overhear him drooling over you today, again.”

“Oh please, Draco, I think you are overreacting.”

“Yeah, ‘cause talking about how fine you arse is, is overreacting. Itn’t n’t even your brother he was talking to, as he would probably have beaten him up for saying some of those things.”

They had reached the bed and he threw her down unceremoniously, eliciting a choked squeal from her. He looked at his girlfriend haphazardly sprawled across the bed before him, her white skin still glistening from the water and her wet hair plastered across her face and shoulders. She was a beauty. Even better, she was his beauty.

“If that pathetic Boy-Who-Unfortunately-Lived ever so much as looks at you in a compromising way, I’ll kill him.” He informed her in a low voice that left no doubt that he was in fact not joking. “The git has everything already, so what’s his problem?”

Ginny could see his mind was going off track here and she wasn’t really up for that. So she took matters into her own hand. She brought her hands up to her breasts and watched Draco’s eyes darken when she teased her nipples. Her right hand trailed down her sth toh towards her red patch of curls. She dipped her middle finger into her depth, making sure to spread her legs to give him an adequate view. She moved up to rub her clit while her hips were gently lifting off the bed. She looked into his eyes and her voice was low and seductive when she spoke.

“Harry Potter will never have this.”

Draco let out as feral growl and climbed up her body in the blink of an eye.

“To right you are. spo spoke in a voice that would have left any outsider think he was threatening Ginny, but she knew better. The best way for him to proclaim his love was to claim what was his. He had been brought up like that and frankly it turned Ginny on to no end to know how much he desired her.

He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss before he proceeded to trail down towards her breast to suck a taut nipple into the heat of his mouth. She arched into him and her fingers started working faster on her clit. He trailed his tongue in a straight line to the other nipple and traced the outline a few times until he grasped it between his teeth. First he pulled it up gently, releasing it again and licking it, before biting down none too gently. Ginny squirmed and squealed under him, her free hand moving up to hold his head right there. He chuckled briefly before suckling on her reddened nipple, soothing it.

He started moving down, licking and kissing along her arm until he reached her hand that was still moving enticingly between her wide spread legs. He settled his body between her legs so that his head was level with her hand. He kissed the back of it before putting his hand over hers and, following one of her fingers down, entering her. He could feel her warm wetness and smell her arousal that was sl fil filling the heavy air in the bedchamber. She was the only woman that could make him lose complete and utter control and replacing it with that most explosive feeling he could imagine.

For Ginny, the feeling of his finger along with hers working inside of her body was so much pleasure, she was sure she would be passing out before the main act even happened. Her hips were moving off the bed uncontrollably by now, wanting nothing more than to drive the fingers in deeper. When Draco added a second one of his fingers, she released a choked scream and he had to hold her hips down before she arched her body off of the bed completely.

“Ginny?” his voice was completely casual and never portrayed the excitement he was feeling.

“Merlin, Draco,” she panted exasperatedly.

“Yes?” he asked innocently.

“Bastard.” She muttered while trying to move her hand up to her clitoris but he held it firmly down with his own while chuckling.

“What is it, dear? Tell me what you want.”

“Bastard.” She almost screamed at him in her frustration. He was keeping her just before her release and it was killing her. “Make me come.”

Draco just clicked his tongue three times and shock his head. “You are forgetting your manners. Haven’t we practiced this often enough before?”

She shoot him the best glare she could muster in her current situation. “Please, make me come, I’m dying here.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that now.” He smirked before bending his head and capturing her nub in his mouth and sucking hard on it. In a matter of seconds her body was shacking and she held her breath. Her back arched off the bed at an weird angle while her heels dug into the bed to elevate her even more, her inner muscles clutching at their fingers.

“Draco.” It was a mere sigh that escaped her lips, but he heard it. He always did. While climaxing, Ginny generally forgot how to breath for a few seconds so the best she could manage was a strangled whisper but it was the most rewarding thing Draco had ever heard in his life. He had vowed to himself that as long as he was capable, he would coax his name out of her in that way as often as he could. And Ginny wasn’t about to complain.

He gently pried her hand away and kissed her curls before he moved to lie next to her, watching her face while she was coming back down to earth a smile of satisfaction on her sweaty face.

TBC

A/N: Very First FanFic, therefore: All advice and suggestions welcome but not essential. Thanx for reading this far though. ; )n’t n’t have a beta, only Spell Check and myself. It gets kinda irritating reading own story for 3rd time, so, if you find any typos, let me know (if they really irritate you that much that is) and I will gladly rectify them.

Peace,

MsPixie