Slowly

A/N: I would just like to say that this little plot Bunny is all the fault of "So You Think You Can Dance." Damn that rediculously addictive show.

Ginny still wasn’t sure what she’d gotten herself into. She’d never been the most graceful dancer, and it was a blessing that she’d gone with Neville to the Yule Ball in her Third Year. He was one person that would make her look better than she really was on the dance floor. Still, she was certain that she’d lost her mind as she entered the dance studio. A few weeks earlier she’d seen an ad in the Daily Prophet for singles ballroom lesson. She’d looked at other studios before, but all had required that you have a partner, and Ginny didn’t think any of her male friends would subject themselves to such torture for her sake.

All around the large room, there were people stretching and chatting with the other participants. She signed in at a desk in the corner, feeling very awkward in her knee length black dress and stiletto heels. Still, the witch on the phone had advised her to wear a skirt and heels, and Ginny knew that most ballroom classes were conducted in that manner, so she’d decided to follow along.

The large room was mirrored on all sides, and had those ballet bars that added to the impressiveness of the setting. She was glad this wasn’t some hole-in-the wall studio; she’d been a bit nervous about that.

Feeling uncomfortable, Ginny went to set her purse down by a bit of open bar in the far corner. There didn’t seem to be anyone she knew. Nervously, she crossed her arms across her chest and studied the crowd. All the other women in the room seemed so…well, gorgeous. Ginny had put on a bit of makeup, and her hair hung down her back in some charmed curls, but she was pretty sure the blonde with the shimmering eye makeup and elaborate twist in her hair had captured most of the male attention in the room.

“Weaslette,” she felt the harsh whisper on her ear. Spinning, she gasped.

“Draco?”

“Of course,” he smirked. He was dressed head to toe in black, making his grey eyes and white blonde hair stand out even more than she remembered. Ginny hadn’t seen him since the end of the war. She’d attended the trials of all the remaining branded Death Eaters. Draco had been one of the cleared; he’d changed sides and done a significant amount of work for the order before the fall of Lord Voldemort.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why, I was planning on dancing. Same as you,” he nodded to the group. “Have a partner?”

“No,” she glanced at her toes, uncomfortable yet again. “I don’t know anyone here.”

“Neither do I,” he smiled. “We’ll change that in a bit.” Striding into the centre of the room, he clapped his hands loudly three times. The idle chatter stopped; Ginny had no idea what he was doing, but all eyes, including hers, were on Draco.

“I’d like to welcome you to my beginning ballroom class.” He snapped his fingers, and a slow waltz filled the air. “Today we’re going to start with the basic Waltz, but in the next five weeks we’ll touch upon the Samba, the Foxtrot, and the Tango. I don’t expect anyone to master them in this short of a time period, but I like to do a bit of everything so that you can get a feel for the sport of ballroom. That way, if you realize you particularly like the Latin dances, you can come back and take my Latin class. Convenient, isn’t it?” A few chuckles sounded, and Draco help up a hand.

“Now…I need a volunteer before we couple up. I’d like to show you the basic positions before we start. Anyone?”

The sparkling, shimmering witch’s hand shot up, and Ginny inwardly groaned. If she hadn’t already captured the attention of every male, placing her at the very point of attention for the next five minutes would do it.

“How about you?” Draco pointed to Ginny.

Shit.

She walked out, glaring at him for this. She was sure he was trying to embarrass her, and she didn’t appreciate that.

“Now, what’s your name Miss…” he trailed, smirking yet again.

“Ginny. Ginny Weasley,” she answered, fighting the urge to poke him in the eye and run. She didn’t really think she’d be able to escape in these shoes anyway, so she might as well stay and fend off whatever he was trying to pull.

“Right. Well, Miss Weasley, please place your hand here,” he pulled her left hand to his right shoulder, “and place your other one in my palm, like this.” Clasping her hand gently, he adjusted her stance a bit.

“Now, Miss Weasley is quite elegantly displaying the correct form. Look how her chin is tilted, just so, and how her arms don’t seem to be held up, but they’re rather supported almost effortlessly. Quite nice.” Ginny felt her cheeks flush a bit at his compliment. Making herself focus, she listened to Draco explain the dance.

“Now, this dance is based on three beats. On beat one, Ginny, you’ll step back with your left foot while I step forward with my right, like this,” he demonstrated. They held the position, and Ginny felt even more awkward as their bodies were quite close to one another.

“Now, your next step is to take your right foot to the side and slightly back. I’ll counter by stepping with my left foot to the side and slightly forward.” They moved again, and all eyes in the room were studying them.

“On the last beat, your left foot closes to your right foot, while my right closes to my left. Then we start all over again. Let’s go through this a few times, slowly, and then everyone will find a partner and we’ll get this party started.” Once again, a few people laughed, but Ginny was intent on not making a fool of herself.

Back, side back, close. Back, side back, close. They moved in time, Draco steering her a bit so that those on the edges of the circle could better see what they were doing. Just as she got the hang of it, he stopped her.

“Great job, Miss Weasley. Now, everyone, please find a partner and try for yourselves. I’ll be around to help out if you hit any stumbling blocks.”

Suddenly, Ginny found herself surrounded by a few of the men in the class.

“Hello, Ginny,” a tall, dark haired wizard reached out a hand, “I’m Christopher. Would you do me the honour of being my partner?”

Surprised, all she could do was nod. Disgruntled, the others went to find someone else.

“So what do you do?” he asked as they clumsily started around the floor.

“Oh, I’m a mediwitch at St. Mungo’s. And you?”

“I’m actually doing some consulting for the Ministry Auror’s currently, but I run my own business. We’ve been working on creating some chips for Muggle electronics so that they can operate in magically heavy areas. That way, those who are Muggle born won’t feel like they have to completely give up their old lives for the magic world.

Ginny was about to cut in with a comment about how much her father would love that sort of thing, but it seemed she had asked Christopher the wrong question. For the next half hour, he continued to talk about his business, pausing only to briefly apologize when he stepped on her toe. Disappointed in her rather self-involved partner, she began to look about the room at the other men. Draco was standing nearby, watching her with a rather amused glance. She stuck her tongue out at him, feeling like a five year old but rather enjoying the faux-shocked look he displayed back.

“So would you like to partner up again next week? And would you mind if I owled you? I’d like to talk to you again, if that’s alright with you,” Christopher asked as they were leaving that night. Ginny wasn’t sure what to say; he hadn’t been a bad dancer, really, but she had been hoping to at least speak a little during her time there.

“Actually, I like it if people change partners each class,” Draco smoothly said, coming between the two. “It gives everyone a different feel of each dance and adds to the overall group chemistry. I’m sure you understand.” With a slight nod to her, he quickly went off down the street. Christopher looked disappointed, but Ginny couldn’t help sending a silent thanks to Draco as she hurried off to her flat for a quick cup of tea before bed.

~~~

“The foxtrot.” He reached for Ginny, pulling her to the centre once again. “This one starts in closed position.” He pulled her close, and Ginny could smell his rather intoxicating cologne far too well. “It’s another three beat dance, but instead of it being three equal beats, it goes slow-quick-quick. On the slow beat, your left foot will step back. Then, for the first quick beat, your right foot will go back and your right side will be leading like this.” He paused to demonstrate. “Then for the last, you bring your left foot into the closed position and your partner will be on the outside. Men, it’d the opposite of course.”

This one was harder for Ginny. She tried as hard as she could, and once again got the hang of it fairly easily with Draco’s help, but this time her partner Ralph was abysmal.

“Sorry,” she grimaced as he stepped on her toe for the eighth time. At this rate, she was going to break a toe before class ended. This was the exact opposite of last week—Ralph had to concentrate on dancing so hard that she was barely allowed to breathe.

“Can I cut in?” Draco interrupted. Ralph looked a bit put off, but Draco shot a glance at Ginny’s rather ornery face. “Let me just show you the moves a few more times, Ralph. I’m sure that Ginny’s feet will thank you in the end.” They began to move.

“Thanks,” she whispered softly, ducking her head close to his. “I was about to use an Unforgiveable on him if he did that one more time.

Chuckling, he shrugged. “No use going to Azkaban over something like ballroom.”

“Where’d you learn to dance like this anyway?” she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Mum made me take lessons forever,” he moaned, “but now it’s paid off. Women seem to love it when a guy can take them out dancing and not look like an arse.”

”Yeah, they do,” she nodded, getting into the feel of it again. “You’re really very good,” she acknowledged, and he shot her another one of his surprised looks.

“Was that a compliment, Weasley?”

“I suppose it was. But don’t let it get to your already oversized head.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I wouldn’t want to float off,” he retorted.

Stopping once again, Ginny felt a bit of frustration rise. She had wanted to keep going, but it was time for class to end and she reluctantly gathered her things from her corner and exited the classroom. She hadn’t realized she would enjoy dancing as much as she did, but it was a rather nice surprise. She wasn’t sure if it was the actual act itself, or the fact that she had been dancing with such an amazing partner for the last five minutes, but either way she didn’t care.

~~~

The Samba was an absolute mess. Ginny wasn’t quite sure who Draco was trying to kid when he introduced that in a beginner class, but it was the hardest thing she’d ever done. The quick Latin music in the background seemed to tangle up her feet with every step. They only did a few of the moves, and then Draco brought out one of the professional dancers from the studio. She was tall, taller than Ginny, and ridiculously skinny. As she pressed her body close to Draco and went through a full-length, professional ballroom Samba routine with him, Ginny couldn’t help but feel jealous. She knew that all the women in the room who hadn’t fallen for Draco yet did during that dance; his confident moves and the way he radiated the sexual heat of the Spanish flavour had most of the witches in the room fanning themselves as they watched.

She wound up partnering with some guy named Patrick, who was able to talk and sort of dance, so he seemed to be her best partner so far if you excluded her dance with Draco. Still, it was better than nothing, and as they stumbled through their half hour she couldn’t help but shoot glances at Draco and his little dancing partner. He kept brushing against her, and they seemed to be sharing some private joke. Each little giggle between them made Ginny feel an odd sort of urge to pull off her heel and stab the ridiculous woman in the foot. Or something.

The lesson couldn’t end early enough, and Ginny rushed out onto the street.

“Hey!” she heard Draco call, but she ignored him. She didn’t have time for his games tonight. She’d show him next class just how wrong he’d been to choose a different partner for this week.

~~~

Ginny hadn’t explained to Hermione why she needed such a sexy dress, but their shopping trip had apparently been wildly successful from the reactions she was getting as she walked to her last class.

Catcalls. Ginny Weasley had never been whistled at once in her life, but as she walked down the street in her tight, red dress she’d never felt more attractive. The burgundy material clung to her curves, and her pointy matching heels made her legs feel like they went on for days. Her hair was curled again, and little diamonds sparkled on her earlobes. As she entered the studio, she felt as though she was completely different than that first unsure day. Now she was confident in her walk, and the men that had previously been so enamoured with miss sparkles were now watching her every move.

Draco stepped into the room, stopping dead in his tracks. He seemed as though he’d taken a Stunner to the chest when he caught sight of Ginny. Regaining his senses, he made his way to the centre of the room to start their last class.

“The tango is often thought to be one of the most sexual dances,” he stated, snapping his fingers as the Latin sounds filled the room once again. “Ginny, would you do me the honour?” She slowly stepped forward, watching his eyes on her swaying hips as she ventured close to him. He clasped her body tightly to his, and she could feel his entire body against hers. They moved slowly as he demonstrated the steps. Her right foot moved back, and she could feel the contact between their hips as they moved around the floor. His eyes pierced hers, and she held his gaze as they moved in time. Slowly they came to a stop, and Ginny was reluctant to let go of his warm hand.

“Now, everyone, please pair up.” Ginny moved to find a partner, but Draco grabbed her hand. “Ralph decided not to come this week,” he said, pulling her close again. “It seems the Samba from last week finished him off. So we’re a man short.”

“And I suppose you’re going to offer to fill that position,” she whispered, feeling her head swim a bit at the idea of dancing for the whole time with him.

“I’m not offering,” he moved, leading her into the dance, “I’m telling you. You’re my partner tonight.”

They kept contact, each point of skin that brushed against the other causing her to flush a bit more and pray that he didn’t notice just how shaky she was from his touch. Silent, they had eyes only for each other. His blonde hair fell into his eyes a bit, making Ginny itch to run her hands through it and brush it aside.

“Ginny, would you mind staying a bit after class?” his mouth brushed against her ear. “I’ve got something to give you.”

A lump formed in her throat; she nodded and watched a small smile spread across his lips. Slowly, the class came to an end. Ginny stood by her purse, watching Draco shake the hands of the leaving members. The room emptied, and he went to the front door. A quick turn to the lock, and they were alone. He turned down the lights, and the room was slowly cast in a pale glow. Slowly he moved back toward her, taking her hands in his.

“What did you want to give me,” she whispered, feeling her heart flutter. His head moved over hers, his lips capturing hers in a possessive kiss. Draco’s hands snaked behind her, cradling the small of her back. She felt weak as his tongue deftly parted her lips and entered her mouth, searching for hers. They met, and her hands reached up to cradle his face. Slowly they moved across the floor, leaning against one of the bars on the mirrored wall. Ginny felt his hands at her hips, rubbing her skin through her thin dress.

Her legs parted slightly, and she felt him slip her dress up centimetre by slow centimetre. His hands rubbed her stomach, and she clutched at his shirt as he hooked his thumbs on the side of her knickers. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled them down, sliding himself down her front and trailing kisses the entire way. He slipped them off, then pushed her skirt back up again. The cold air of the studio made Ginny shiver as she felt it come in contact with her naked mound, and she moaned as Draco separated her folds and gave her one small lick. He continued to tease her with tiny touches and sucks, and she felt the bar pressing into her back as she leaned back and held on for support.

“Oh!” she gasped, his fingers massaging her clit and his tongue teasing her until she wasn’t sure she could stand a moment longer. He pulled her down as he lay back, and she straddled his stomach. Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt, resisting the urge to rip it from his body. His hands pulled her dress over her head, and her nipples hardened at the cold air. He groaned, reaching out with a thumb to trace their contour. Gently he squeezed, and she could feel herself growing even wetter at his gentle but pleasurable touch.

“Do you like me, Ginny Weasley,” he teased, rubbing her smooth skin, touching her curls that were spilling over her naked shoulders.

“You can feel that I do,” she squirmed, knowing full well that she was getting all over Draco’s smooth stomach. She shifted, moving downward so that she could undo Draco’s buckle. She carefully unzipped, and he raised his hips slightly so she could pull his pants down.

His cock rose, now free from its restraint, and she flushed a bit at its size.

“Can you handle me, Weasley?” he smirked, catching her rather stunned expression.

“I think the proper question is can you handle me,” she responded, bending down. She grasped the base of his cock, cradling his balls with her left hand. She circled his shaft with her right, then slid its length completely into his mouth. He moaned loudly, hips bucking to meet her lips, and he let go to pin him them down. Once he’d calmed, she moved her hands back. Slowly, she moved up and down his cock, swallowing as much as she could and using her hands to provide added sensation. His gasps let her know when something felt particularly good, and she could feel how rigid he had become from her ministrations.

“Stop!” he gasped, and she sat upright.

“Did I do something wrong?” concerned, she looked at his flushed face.

“No…its just that I want to come inside of you. Give me a moment to cool off,” he murmured. Kneeling on all fours, she crawled up to position herself over his chest. She ducked down, meeting his mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands grabbed at her torso, clinging to her as he fought to keep control.

“I want you to see me fucking you,” he whispered, grabbing her and pulling her off of him. He stood hurriedly, pulling her up with him. He picked her up by the hips, placing her on the bar. The smooth glass against her back, she felt wonderfully promiscuous at their actions. At eye level with him, their lips met again. She rubbed at his chest, feeling his strong shoulders supporting her.

He quickly thrust, and Ginny cried out from the intense feeling. Upward, then out quickly, then back in, she could feel every nerve in her body on fire from his onslaught. His lips left hers, only to refocus on her collarbone, her neck, her ear, her nipples. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations overcome her.

“Look at yourself, Ginny,” he groaned, moving harder and faster inside of her. “Look at how fucking beautiful you look as I fuck you.”

She opened her eyes. The mirror across the room showing Draco’s full naked backside in all its glory.

“You have a nice arse,” she giggled, glancing at the other sides. On the left and right, she could see how each thrust made her breasts bounce, how her hair fell in perfect ways, how her smouldering eyes seemed to be on fire at their activity. She could see his cock moving in and out of her, could see the shininess of her wetness on him.

They complemented each other. Her pale, freckled skin against his perfect complexion, her red waves against his white, his grey eyes in contact with her brown. Not traditionally matched, but a match all the same. The tango music still played on in the background, Ginny noticed. She also noticed that she still had her heels on, her legs wrapped around Draco’s middle helping him to push as deeply as he could to her core.

The image pushed Ginny over the edge.

“Fuck!” she gasped, as she climaxed, bracing herself on Draco’s shoulders and feeling him empty himself into her. Their lips met again, this time in a biting and violent kiss.

They collapsed on the floor, and he cradled her close to his body. She threw one leg over his, could feel his limp cock against the top of her thigh, could feel his sweaty chest pressing against her breasts. He brushed her hair off her forehead, planting a sweet kiss on the top of her head.

“So the tango is the most sexual dance?” she grinned sleepily, feeling both chilly and warm from the cold studio air and Draco’s radiating body heat.

“Why do you think I chose it?” he responded, perusing her naked form unabashedly. “The second I saw that you were in my class I knew that I would do anything to have this with you.”

“So it wasn’t in the original lesson plan?” she laughed, realizing that he’d had this planned from the start.

“Well, not quite. And definitely not the Samba. But, I needed a male to quit, and I thought my best bet would be with that dance.”

She laughed at his ingenuity, feeling flattered that he’d wanted her from the start.

“We’re going to have to clean the glass tomorrow morning, you know,” me pet her hair softly. “I believe the Ginny sized imprint might distract the ballet dancers tomorrow during their lesson, as well as the handprints that are so wonderfully placed for an active imagination. I’m sure they’d love to think about what went on here tonight.”

“I don’t like to clean,” she smiled, “but maybe if I give you a few gifts, you’ll do it for me?” She batted her eyelashes, and he chuckled.

”I’m fairly certain that whatever present you give me will create more things to clean, Weaslette. Now go to sleep; you’re going to need your strength for what I have planned in a few hours time.”

“I can’t believe you, Draco,” she murmured, closing her eyes and snuggling a bit closer. “You know, I think your students would be quite disappointed in your deception.”

“What can I say,” he whispered, “Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin.”