All Good Things

A/N: This originally started out as a one-shot but as I wrote it\'s progressing into a multichaptered fic. Any and all comments welcome. Flames are funny, if you feel you must. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it. :)

Ginny shook her dripping wet hair into a frenzy. Practice had been a mess. Without Harry, she’d been forced to revert to her role as Seeker. Ron’s position was also open now seeing as he was off helping Harry run around Britain to find Voldemort’s bits and pieces, and it had hurt the Gryffindor Quidditch team quite severely. Luckily, their first match was to be against Slytherin. All the returning members were absolute shit, other than Malfoy.

Just thinking his name made her insides clench. She didn’t know what he’d said or done to convince McGonagall of his innocence or allegiance, but she highly doubted he had been truthful with the new headmistress. He didn’t have any of his minions left besides Pansy, and even she was barely anything more than a fuck buddy for him.

Her drenched clothes took ages to peel off. Ginny was exhausted from practice. After watching Thompson drop the Quaffle for what seemed the hundredth time, Ginny decided to call it an end to the day. She’d offered some words of encouragement, as all team captains should do, but she and her teammates knew that this year was shaping to be quite dismal as far as the matches went.

The showers were refreshingly warm, taking care of the numbness that had set in during the icy rain. She stood still and closed her eyes, reveling in its rather delicious nature. Nothing felt better than a few minutes of comfort after an hour of pain.

“Having fun, Weasel? Or are you just dumbstruck at the idea of cleanliness?” Draco sneered malevolently.

Shocked, Ginny ran to the bench where her towel lay. Which was, of course, a mistake.

The next thing she new, she was flat on her back staring into Draco’s chilly blue eyes.

“Not the brightest carrot in the Weasley patch, are we? You all right?”

She pushed away his outstretched hand angrily. “If you hadn’t come in here in the middle of my shower, I wouldn’t have had a single problem!” Stubbornly, Ginny righted herself and grabbed the towel from its place on the bench. Making sure she had covered herself properly, she refocused her anger back on Draco.

“What the hell are you doing in the Gryffindor showers anyway? I should tell McGonagall; this is an obvious breach of conduct and you should be thrown out for this sort of thing. You’re lucky that I was the only one here and that I don’t care one whit for your opinion of me.” She inched closer, yelling into his rather bored face. “You’re such an arrogant prick, you know that? You think that just because you’re a rich Slytherin with decent enough looks, you can get away with anything. Well guess what? I see through the mask, Draco. You’re an ass, plain and simple. A regular bastard. You’re nothing special.” She had backed him against the shower wall. Her hands shook with the hate she was feeling at being this close to him. Even though she was a foot shorter, she stood tall and defiant only inches away from his chest.
The world seemed to stop. Ginny could her herself breathing, could see him breathing, but their eyes met for one moment. She wasn’t sure what she saw…a flicker of…something. Remorse? He leaned towards her, bringing his head closer and closer and closer to hers. She could see his lips, his tongue sliding across them in preparation. She could feel herself tense from the idea of it, but she didn’t step back. Her eyes fluttered shut in expectance for what was to happen.

Gasping, she jumped back. Had he just pinched her nipple through her towel?

“You ass,” she hissed, “If I had my wand on me right now…”

“If you had your wand on you right now, you could cast a prophylactic charm and we could go at it for the rest of the night. But alas, fate doesn’t seem to be on our side today. My team is going to be in to change in a few moments; our locker room seems to need repairs and Filch told us to use Gryffindor’s. You might want to head out before all the Slytherin snakes see if Ginny Weasley is a true redhead.”

Shocked, she weighed her options. She could stay and fight to the end, as she’d like, or she could run and throw on some clothes before the whole world saw just how freckled her body really was.

Ginny chose the latter. The walk back to school was just as dismal and thoroughly wetting as practice had been, which essentially nulled the whole point of the shower she’d taken. Stomping around the common room in her muddy shoes, she decided to go to Professor McGonagall about what had happened. She’d never been a tattletale, but honestly, if Draco was just allowed to run wild then there was no sense in staying at Hogwarts.

She sat in the hall outside the statue, waiting for McGonagall to descend from her office. Since the security had been tightened at the school, the Headmistress’ office had its own guard from the Order. Today it happened to be Kingsley, but even though Ginny had tried every trick in the book, he wasn’t letting her up to see McGonagall. She was leaving a little puddle where she sat, and the chill from the school was beginning to set in by the time the Headmistress finally came down for dinner.

“Professor! I wanted to talk to you about something that happened—“

“Ginny? Is now the best time? I was just about to check and make sure the kitchens were in order.”

“Can I tell you while we walk, then? I’ve been waiting for awhile.” McGonagall motioned for her to follow as they passed through the nearly deserted corridors.

“You see, Draco Malfoy came into Gryffindor’s locker room today after practice.” She waited, hoping the Headmistress would explode on the principle of it.

“Anything else, Ginny?”

“Well what else do you need? He had no right to go in there! I wasn’t finished showering and—“

“Ahh, so we’ve hit the heart of the problem.” Smiling, Professor McGonagall turned to face her student. “I received a report from Filch that the Slytherin’s room was going through some minor construction but couldn’t be used. Draco did inform you of that, did he not?”

“Well, yes, but—“

“And your practice had ended nearly a half hour earlier. I know it can be embarrassing to be caught unaware as you were, but if his only crime is coming into a place that he was authorized to be by the caretaker, then I see no need to punish him. Are you saying something else would make you think he should be punished?”

The remarks he’d thrown so casually hinting at Ginny’s body, the way he’d squeezed her breast as though it was nothing…she weighed whether to tell McGonagall. With a sigh, she turned on her heels and headed to the Great Hall to join the rest of the students for dinner. Obviously she’d have to take matters into her own hands.

~~~

“He’s such a bastard,” she sighed for the fifth time that night. She’d been studying in the library with Luna for the past two hours, but she still couldn’t decipher what it was she’d seen in his eyes for those few moments. Her eyes kept skimming her notes, but she wasn’t really putting any effort into preparing for her classes. It was almost Christmas anyway, and she’d have plenty of time to review then.

“Hermione, if you keep on referring to the Malfoy boy’s genes, I’m going to assume there’s something deeper that’s bothering you.” Luna blinked, then shut her book. “What happened to you today? I’ve never seen you like this. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone like this. Not even that woman who had seen a Wrinkled Horndaggler on her morning commute.”

Reluctantly, Ginny told her about what had happened earlier after practice. Luna’s already wide eyes got even bigger.

“Obviously you’re going to have to do something about this,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Do you want to have sex with him?”

“Luna! What would give you that impression? He’s treated my brother, Harry, and Hermione like absolute shit the past six years. Besides, I still think there might be something there with Harry.”

“Well, I mean, you didn’t tell the Headmistress about him tweaking your nipple, for one. Most girls who had that happen would probably have said something.”

Luna was too logical for Ginny.

“Look, I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure how to tell my former head of house that sort of thing. Would you have felt comfortable discussing it with yours? Besides, its useful information.”

The more Ginny thought about it, the more she settled on the idea that Draco may have some sort of lustful feelings for her. She knew he had quite a lot of experience; word on the street was that Pansy had been giving him head early in their fourth year. Still, Ginny knew she was attractive, if not in the conventional sense.

“What if I seduce him?” she leaned towards Luna. “What if I get him right where I want him, where I can control him, and then bring the humiliation in? It could be fun. Besides, if there’s one thing Draco hates, its to be embarrassed…especially if I did it in front of someone important. It could be amazing.”

Pulling out a spare piece of parchment, Ginny dipped her quill and paused to consider what to write.

Dear Draco,

Tonight at midnight I’ll be in the Room of Requirement to finish what we started in the locker room today. If you don’t show, I’ll assume you either have no balls or that you’d like for me to go to McGonagall and tell her how you sexually harassed me today. You do know that grabbing a woman against her will, especially in that way, is what one considers assault?

Until tonight,

Weasley

Satisfied, she stood up. If she hurried, she could catch the owl that distributed the inter-Hogwarts mail before everyone had to be in their houses.

“Ginny, are you sure you want to do this?” Luna looked appraisingly at the letter.

“Of course! Luna, could you send Pansy and some of the other Slytherins that Draco hangs around with a message? Tell them all to be at the Room of Requirement at a quarter after midnight, and not to speak to anyone about it. And sign it anonymously, would you?” Sighing, Luna pulled a little spray bottle out of her purse and spritzed the letter for Draco.

It was the most amazing perfume Ginny had ever smelled; her heart was racing just from catching a whiff of the letter.

“Can I borrow some of that Luna?”

Tossing the bottle to her friend, the Ravenclaw grinned and refocused on her Transfiguration notes.

~~~

She had caught the owl just in time. Ginny decided it’d be safer for her to wait it out in the Room of Requirement and prepare it for Draco’s arrival rather than return to her room first. She paced and thought of the most romantic scenario she could imagine. She wasn’t sure what to imagine; Harry and her had only had a few experiences together, and most hadn’t been for the express purpose of seduction.

The door appeared, and Ginny held her breath as she stepped inside.

The entire room was draped in plush black velvet. Their trimming was gold and cream, and the ceiling sparkled as though it was the night sky. There was an extremely large round bed in the center of the room. She ran her hands over the luxurious satin bedspread and sheets. Pillows were piled both on the bed and in other areas around the room. There was even a low table spread with all sorts of fruits and a bottle of champagne on ice.

Very classy.

In the back of the room, there was a large bathtub and an all glass freestanding shower with the fluffiest towels Ginny had ever seen. She looked around; she supposed she should clean up before he came in a few hours. There was also a large armoire in the room. She ventured over to have a look inside.

Shocked by what she saw, she took a step back. There were lots of tiny negligees and teddys, and all were basically see through. There were also two terrycloth robes, again in black, but one was edged in green and another in red. Ginny smirked at the Room’s ever present attention to detail. In one of the drawers, she found more knickers than she’d ever imagined existed, all in various levels of coverage. Another drawer had more makeup and products than Ginny had ever used in her life, and that included when she’d dressed up for Bill and Fleur’s wedding this past summer.

One glance at her watch made her drop her things inside the armoire and pull off her uniform. Something about walking naked through this room back to the shower seemed so risky; she knew she was alone but she couldn’t help feeling like she was doing something wrong.

Then again, what she was doing was wrong, wasn’t it? Ginny had been missing Harry these past few months, but part of this revenge on Malfoy was also, in some small way, revenge on Harry. He’d left her here. He’d done it to protect her, sure, but it had hurt. And she knew that if she did this to Draco…when he found out, it’d hurt about as much as he’d hurt her.

Ginny slipped into the glass shower, and was surprised as it automatically turned on and adjusted itself to the perfect temperature. She made sure to wash herself thoroughly; she wasn’t sure what he was expecting tonight. When she stepped out, there was only an hour left until Draco either showed up or chickened out. She tried not to think about it as she picked out something to wear. She was half tempted to pull her plain cotton panties back on, but found a pair of black lace bikini knickers that didn’t make her completely want to run and hide.

The same for the bras. Her rather plain one served its function, but all of these were lacy or frilly and barely there. After digging through the pile, she again found a black one edged with lace that matched her panties. Pulling on a red satin teddy, she went to work on her makeup.

Half an hour later, the world wouldn’t have recognized Ginny Weasley. Her lashes curled, her lids lined, and the smoldering brown eye shadow she’d used had given her a completely new look. Fleur had come down one morning looking as Ginny did, and her mother had hissed in her ear that those were “sex kitten” eyes and if she ever saw them on her daughter, she’d personally make sure to throw all of Ginny’s makeup out and she’d check her before she left the house everyday. Never mind the fact that she was at school for most of the year. If Mrs. Weasley had to, she’d have McGonagall report back to her at the Order meetings.

She tensed at what her mother would think of her now as she applied her dark red lipstick and appraised herself. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but then again, Ginny was petite. Her arms and legs were defined from all the training they did for Quidditch, but she didn’t look too muscular. With her hair all tousled as it was, drying in the air, and her “sex kitten” look, she’d even say she was downright desirable.

Fifteen minutes until Draco was to arrive. One could only hope.

She paced nervously, resisting the urge to bite at her fingernails. It was a habit she’d been trying to quit for years now, but there was something reassuring about gnawing your finger off when you were stressed. Then she heard it. A noise from the hall.

Breathless, Ginny perched herself on the edge of the bed. She felt uncomfortable made up like this, but there was no going back now. Her lace kickers didn’t provide much friction with the satin sheets, and Ginny braced herself and prayed that she wouldn’t slide off before he came in the door.

Then there he was. He’d managed to pilfer an invisibility cloak from someone. He swept it off as he came through the doorway, examining the room and its contents.

“What the hell is this?” he sneered, holding up the note. “You wouldn’t honestly go to the Headmistress about what happened. You were just as much at fault; besides, everyone knows I’m an arse.”

Stretching out her legs, Ginny slowly stood up and peered through her eyelashes at him.

“What the hell does this look like, Draco?”

She walked in a circle around him, letting a single finger trace a line across his broad shoulders.

“I’d think that the ‘Slytherin Sex God’ would be able to tell what sort of room this was without me having to label it. Would you like to take a step outside so I can get the Room to hang a banner right above the bed?”

“Are you sure about this, Ginny?” he smirked. “You don’t know what you’re taking on. As though to prove his point, he grabbed her thighs and pushed her hips into his. She could feel him throbbing and she shifted her stance a bit.

“Uncomfortable, are we Weasley? I knew you couldn’t follow through. You’re just like your brother and that miserable Potter. All talk, no action.”

It took a split second for Ginny to make her decision. Reaching up, she grabbed his face and pulled his jaw down to meet hers. Draco quickly dropped his cloak and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. Dropping her on the pile of pillows, he grinned as she watched him undo his belt.

“Honestly, Weasley, this is your last chance to bolt. Once I’ve dropped trou there’s no going back.”

No response was needed. She knelt up on the bed, pulling his tie loose and over his head. Rapidly she unbuttoned each of them while he finished with his fly and dropped his pants. He had on tight white underwear, which sort of surprised Ginny. Then again, the bulge at the front of them was even more shocking to her.

Draco pushed her backwards, then crawled on top of her.

“You can’t wait to feel me in you, can you? You’re such a whore, Ginny. You’re eyes showed it all this afternoon.” He pinned her wrists down above her head, and nipped and sucked at her neck. The pleasure and pain made Ginny writhe under his grip, and he smirked again. “You can pretend to be sweet and innocent. I’m sure you play those games with Potter. He may have slept with you once or twice, but its nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you tonight.” Brushing against her ear, he whispered.

“I’m going to fuck you, Ginny Weasley. Fuck you so hard and make you cum so fast that you forget that you ever had feelings for that loser. And when I’m done with you, you’ll come crawling back for more.”

No one had ever spoken to Ginny like that. She’d never read words like that, even in one of the romance novels that circulated through the girls’ dormitories. But something about those words made her wild.

Ginny bit back in response, and they tumbled together. He pulled the teddy up over her head, exposing her stomach to the trail of licks that he made. As he fumbled with the clasp on her bra, Ginny reached down into his pants and began to caress his balls in her palm.

“Shit, Ginny, its hard to concentrate when you’re fucking egging me on like that.” Annoyed, he resorted to ripping the bra right off her as the hooks bent from the force.

“Hey, I liked that one,” she panted, licking his ear.

“Too bad. It wasn’t cooperating with me.”

He pinched her nipples and continued to kiss her with such intensity that Ginny was sure she hadn’t taken a breath in over five minutes.

“Let me fuck your mouth, Ginny. I need those scarlet lips wrapped around my cock.”

Ginny hesitated for a moment. She hadn’t had oral sex yet, even with Harry, but it was what Draco wanted and until her interruption showed up, she had to comply. Nodding, she propped her head up. Draco positioned himself on all fours over her head.

Draco was long, that was for sure. Ginny wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but she gamely opened up and let him in. He moved in and out slowly at first, setting the pace. She let her tongue lick up and down his length as it moved inside her. Reaching up, she grabbed his ass with her hands and encouraged him to go deeper until he was completely inside her throat.

“Yes,” he panted, his strokes becoming deeper and faster. “Take it all, Weasley.” Orgasming, he spilled his seed into her throat. Her eyes watered as she fought to swallow it all. Finally, he pulled himself from her mouth and laughed.

“You have some cum on your chin.”

“Well lick it off,” she spat back defiantly.

His eyes went hazy. “You know, you’re the only girl who’s ever spoken to me like that.”

“I’m assuming I’m also the only girl who’s ever ordered up the Room of Requirement to fulfill your every desire.”

Nodding, he got up and walked to the table. Selecting a few strawberries, he brought them back to the bed and slowly fed them to Ginny. She was tired, to be sure, but she could still feel how wet she was and wished he’d hurry up already.

“You know, Pansy and I don’t have nearly as much sex as everyone thinks we do,” he commented. “Its mostly rumors and such. She doesn’t actually like to fuck quite as much as I do.”

“Seriously?” Ginny sat up. It was amusing to see how transfixed he was with her breasts. Every time she moved his gaze followed them.

“They’re not that special, you know.” She pointedly cupped one. “Average. They’re just a small B-cup.”

”That doesn’t mean they’re not special.” He moved closer and cupped the other one. As he ran his finger across her areola and nipple, she once again shivered at the feeling. “You know, rarely are a girl’s breasts in such perfect proportion to both one another and to her body. You may not think they’re anything special, but I’m sure that any man you meet will tell you that they’re quality.”

Snorting, she pulled his hands away and pushed them down to her crotch. “What a load of bullshit, Draco. Very sweet bullshit, but still crap all the same. Now, I understand you’re taken care of, but can you feel how very, very wet I am? I’d appreciate it if you took care of that right now.”

He still paused, meeting her eyes with that same gaze from the shower. She wanted to slap him.

“Merlin, Draco, fuck me!”

The desperation in her voice proved to be enough. He reached down and quickly pulled her drenched knickers. Her scent was enough to bring him back up again; she smelled like roses and sex and rain and sex and meadows and hot, hot, hot sex.

He massaged her clit with one hand and her breast with the other, watching her arch her back in response. Swiftly, he grabbed her arms again and pinned them above her head.

“Fuck, Draco, I’m close.”

“I know. And I want you to be looking in my eyes as I make you scream out my name.”

He swiftly slid his cock into her, riding her hard and fast. She arched to meet him, to break free of his grasp, to urge him on. They both panted and cursed and shrieked, his cock brushing against her clit with each and every deep stroke. For the second time that night, Ginny Weasley had Draco Malfoy’s seed inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, moving a bit so that she wouldn’t be crushed. As hot as she was, Ginny still held on tight to Draco’s sweaty torso. They drifted into the deep, satiated sleep that comes after a long, hard night of such strenuous work. As she felt the waves of sleep crash over her, Ginny’s mind thought for a moment of what she’d asked Luna to do. With a small smile, she tucked her head in the crook of his arm. All good things would have to come to an end eventually. It was too bad that this had turned out to be better than planned.