Dragon's Fire

Over the following weeks, Ginny and I met in secret as often as possible. We snogged in broom closets, empty classroom and even the second floor girls' bathroom. Moaning Myrtle had been thrilled.

We hadn't slept together. Part of me was glad because I wanted it to be special for Ginny, but the other part of me thought I'd perish from the ministrations bestowed on me due to Ginny's hands. I went back to my dormitory each night, hot and heavy, but unable to do a damn thing about it. I could relieve myself, but I didn't want the questioning glances from my Housemates about my love life. One morning, Pansy sought me out.

"Draco, my dear. May I have a word?" I rose to meet her and followed her into my dorm. She sat on my bed and I plopped into a chair.

"What is it, luv?" I asked.

"Draco, you look like shit."

"I love you, too. That's sweet."

"I'm serious I can tell that you haven't been sleeping. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," I said quietly.

"I smell bullshit. Have you showered lately, because I think it's coming from you."

"Pansy, I don't think I can talk to you about this," I said.

"Why not?" She seemed offended.

"Because you're a girl."

"So?"

"So I'm having a 'guy' problem."

"I'm the only one who knows about you and this girl you love. Who else are you going to talk to?" she pointed out.

"You make a good point, but--"

"But what? Is it because I don't have testicles?" Now she was pissed. Great, just great.

"No, it's not that."

"Then. What. Is. It?" She pressed her face closer to mine as she came off the bed.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Why not? I'm in a forbidden love, too."

"Who said it was forbidden?" My eyes narrowed as I searched her face.

"No one." She averted her eyes.

"Who, Pansy? Don't lie to me!"

"Lavender. She saw you disappear into a closet with a red-haired girl."

"There are a few red-headed girls here, Pansy."

"Yes, that's true."

"What do you know? Tell me," I said.

"I only know pillow talk."

"Pansy, stop dancing around the truth and tell me. You have no idea how little patience I have right now."

"Lavender said she saw you with Ginny Weasley."

"Lavender has excellent vision."

"You mean you were with Ginny Weasley?"

"Yes. She's the girl I love." There, I'd said it out loud.

"So you fuck her whenever it's convenient?" Now she sounded pissed again.

"No. We haven't slept together yet."

"Why ?"

"I want her first time to be special. I want to be the only guy she's thinking of when I'm with her."

"How sweet and machismo."

"Machismo?"

"Yes. Part of you holds back because you love her and part of you holds back because you have some insane notion of branding her or something. She's not a cow, Draco."

"I know that. What do you know about farming?"

"Plenty and stop changing the subject."

"I'm sorry, which one are we sticking to?"

"You and Ginny Weasley."

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

"How it started, when was the first kiss, that kind of thing," she bubbled excitedly.

"It started when I got cursed during class one day. I started to look more and more like a Weasley. When I couldn't think of anything to do except hide in the bathroom, I asked Ginny for help. When she couldn't find an answer, it started to go away. Then she started listing possibilities and I kissed her in mid-sentence. It was the best I've felt in a long time. I want to do it again. Hence the secret snogging. That was her idea, not mine, by the way."

"That's so sweet! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I wasn't sure you wanted to know and I wasn't ready to tell you until now." I'd left out the part about Hermione and Potter deliberately because, as much as I hated Potter, it wasn't fair to drag Hermione down with him. If I'd told Pansy about their little "sexcapade" she'd tell Lavender and soon the whole school would know. The only secret Lavender has ever kept is her relationship with Pansy. And the only reason she hasn't blabbed is because she knows what will happen to Pansy if she does.

"Well, if that's all, I'll be off. Lav's due any moment and I must look perfect."

"Pansy."

"Yes?" She paused at the doorway.

"Thanks."

"Anytime, luv." She opened the door and left. Now I was alone with my thoughts again. All I could think of was how to rush Ginny without rushing her. I was losing sleep and unable to focus in class because I couldn't think of anything except what it would be like to have Ginny for the first time. I wondered how she'd smell, how she'd taste. I could only imagine her responses. I could picture her bared body, lying before me; a grand feast. I wanted Ginny more than I'd ever wanted anyone. She was the fire to my ice, the inner strength to my weakness. She was my other half in so many ways that I lost track. I knew that I would be nothing without her. I never even tried to see life in the future without her. I was overcome with all-consuming grief and pain so deep, there was a physical ache. I forced my thoughts back to Ginny's body. If there had to be an ache, I wanted one that I could relieve. Cold showers were old friends by now and I had long since given up hope of Ginny ever saying she loved me.

Later, I was going to meet Ginny when classes were over. We met in the Astronomy Tower, because all of Hogwarts' lovers met there and we could be anonymous in the dark. Ginny always glamoured her hair brown, just in case. It was always disconcerting brown hair on the grl I loved, but I understood her reasons. Her hair was one of the things I loved most about her, so to see it as anything but red kind of pissed me off. I made my way down to the Astronomy Tower, not bothering to disguise myself as I went. Ginny and I agreed this was best because, everyone knew I was a ladies' man and my voice would give me away in any case. Ginny wasn't as well known, especially without her tell-tale red hair. We had decided on using her middle name instead of her first name, just to be safe. So, to the rest of our fellow snoggers, Draco Malfoy was dating Molly Prewitt. Her mother's maiden name was her last name here. Finally, I reached the Tower and stopped to wait for Ginny. I wasn't alone long.

"Draco."

"Molly. Let's go in and find a good spot." I proffered my arm and she hooked hers in my elbow and in we went.

"There's a good spot," Ginny, er, Molly, said.

"Where?"

"There," she said, stretching a finger in front of us, to my left a little. She pointed toward a couch, blissfully empty for a change. Even more excited than I had been, we quickly walked to the couch and sat down, claiming it as our own. Well, actually I sat down and Ginny climbed onto my lap. I immediately lifted my arms to circle her waist. She slowly leaned down to kiss me and I turned my head at the last second, causing her to kiss my neck. Oh, bad idea. I instantly tried to move her away, but then she bit me. Not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely hard enough to turn me on. I tried not to moan, but one escaped my lips as Ginny bit her way down my neck to my chest. The entire room was swept away at that moment. My focus was on Ginny and where her mouth was headed. She moved down to my stomach and back to my neck, this time on the other side. This time, I didn't try to hold back. I moaned loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Gin-Molly. We need to get out of here," I said gruffly.

"Why?" she asked coyly.

"Remember that thing about keeping the atmosphere charged?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's not going to be if we stay here," I groaned.

"Oh." She slowly, seductively slid off my lap and stood in front of me. I couldn't se anything but the sparkle in her eyes in the pitch black of the Tower. I had to grip her hand to get off the couch. I followed her out the room and cast a spell on both of us to go faster than normal. I raced us to my dorm and all the way to the secret room. Pansy and Lavender were in Lavender's dorm, so Ginny and I were alone. I released the spell and turned on the low lights. Ginny's eyes still sparkled and her blouse was a little undone. Her lips were parted as she panted out a breath.

Even mussed, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Maybe love clouded my vision, but I was sure that there was no sight more beautiful. My breath came in raspy, rattling pants. I knew that something had to happen tonight, or I was definitely going to perish. I wasn't sure how to proceed; all the girls I'd been with thus far had more experience with respect to this particular aspect of a relationship. I'd never dated a virgin before and certainly wasn't one myself. I remembered my first, but she faded into the realm of non-importance as I gazed at Ginny. Actually, any girl I had dated faded to the back of my mind once I'd fallen for Ginny.

I looked down, trying to calm myself down long enough so I wouldn't scare Ginny away. Fat lot of good it did me.

"Ginny?" I spoke tentatively.

"Yes?" she replied nervously.

"Are you absolutely, without a doubt, positively sure that this is what you want?"

"Yes. Is it what you want?"

"More than you know." I felt the corners of my mouth tilt up as Ginny's entire body flushed to match her gorgeous hair. I stepped toward her and she bravely stood her ground, only her shaking giving her away. I leaned toward Ginny and kissed her soundly. I gathered her in my arms and made my way to the bed, awkwardly. I was no Prince Charming, but for Ginny, I wanted to be. I laid her on the bed and she looked at me, eyes full of trust and desire. I nearly went right there. Pace yourself, moron. I wanted her to enjoy this; to remember this as a night of great pleasure, not that her boyfriend couldn't control himself.

I settled myself next to her on the bed. Her hair was fanned out around her head, giving her a reddish halo. I rolled toward her and the heated snogging and heavy petting continued. We moved this way and that, trying to find a relief that did not want to be found I became intoxicated with her scent; a smell that was neither shampoo nor soap, but rather, something innately Ginny. I buried my face in her neck, kissing and biting whatever flesh I could reach. She moaned and I let go of my control. My hands were eager to touch her pale skin and clothes were moved out of necessity.

Initially, Ginny let me do all the work, but after she got over her shyness, she divested me of my jeans and shirt rather quickly. She kissed up and down my chest, occasionally adding a nip here and there. She made her way back up my body, moving to my throat and my ear, sucking and biting.

I, in turn, tortured her as she did me. I drew her fingers into my mouth, one at a time and sucked at each one. When she drew back for breath, I went in for the kill. I nuzzled her neck and bit her ear till she screamed. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I none-too-gently flipped her onto her back and began pulling her jeans off. It was definitely the most erotic thing I'd ever done. I freed her legs of denim and moved up her torso. Her shirt, which had been deemed unnecessary long ago, lay discarded on the floor, readily joined by her jeans and then her bra. I've never understood a bra: it holds so much and hides just enough that you're hungry for more. I flicked open the front clasp and all that creamy flesh I'd dreamed of for months was now bared to my gaze. I kissed each, eliciting a gasp from Ginny. I moved lower and drew a nipple into my mouth. I suckled like a babe and bit a little. Then I turned my attention to the other one. Ginny moved her hands from my shoulder blades to the back of my head, pressing me closer. Then, she unconsciously moved me to every erogenous spot she could reach. I moved down to her legs and near the sweet junction between her nicely toned thighs. Ginny arched her hips off the bed, even as I slid down to the backs of her knees. I traced a pattern with my tongue over the newly exposed contours, pulling a surprised gasp out of Ginny. I knew she was close to the edge and I did all I could think of to push her over. In a frenzied moment of remembrance, I grabbed my wand and pointed at Ginny and said: "Contraceptus!" a flash of red light emitted, letting me know t had worked. That was good, because my body chose that moment to spin out of control and I slowly sank into Ginny. Her tiny cry of pain shook off some of my insanity.

"Ginny, are you okay?" I rasped.

"Yes. It only hurt a little."

"I'll go slowly. Tell me if I hurt you." She nodded. I moved a little more and Ginny cried out again, but not in pain. She started to move against me, attempting to ease the ache I knew only too well. Any shred of sanity I still retained quickly fled.

"Ginny! Hold still. I don't want to hurt you," I said in a strangled voice. That I could even talk was an amazement to me. Ginny didn't immediately stop, (still under her body's influence) but her movements did become less intense. I dragged in a breath, and forced myself to calm down and go slow.

"Draco. Stop protecting me. I can see that it's hurting you," Ginny said between gasps.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" She nodded.

"Ginny, I need to hear you say it. Say you want me."

"Yes, I want you." And with that, I abandoned slow, but remained as careful as possible. Ginny hit orgasm when I did and her cries echoed mine. I collapsed next to her on the bed, still connected. I slowly moved off her and gathered her to me. She nestled her head on my chest and we fell asleep.

Sometime later, I awoke, Ginny was still fast asleep on my chest. I smiled to myself, finally happy. I'd found my other half, the one who would make me whole. I had known this before, but now I knew it was absolute, no room for doubt. My smile grew wider and my chest was filled with a love too strong for words and a pride too fierce to deny. I quietly moved off the bed and crept toward the bathroom. After answering nature's call, I looked in the mirror for signs that I had changed. Outwardly, my appearance had not altered. I was undeterred and resolved to believe I had changed on the inside. Having satisfied my curiosity, I made my way back to bed. Slipped back between the sheets and pulled Ginny's sleeping form closer to me. She stirred lightly and her eyes fluttered open. I wanted her again, instantly. I'd thought my body would be satisfied after a single encounter, but here I was, getting wood. Again. What is it about her eyes that makes them affect me so?

"Draco?" God, her voice made me uncomfortable.

"Good morning," I said, slightly husky. She smiled sweetly.

"Good morning to you, as well."

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked, as I returned the smile.

"I think someone wants a pre-breakfast nookie," she said impishly, looking at me pointedly. I knew I flushed, but I didn't deny it.

"Yes, someone does. But you'll just have to wait until after I've had food, wench," I teased. She pouted, nearly undoing the comical mood I'd tried to set.

"A wench am I?" Ginny asked, impish grin back in place.

"Most definitely. Fetch me my robe," I joked and pointed to the far corner. Ginny's eyes gleamed and she shoved me off the bed. My bare ass met cold concrete and I was sure the family jewels got frostbite. Ginny busted a gut laughing as I yanked sheets off the bed and wrapped myself up. I scowled up at Ginny, who only howled louder. I muttered under my breath as I got to my feet and stalked to the wardrobe to find a pair of clean boxers.

"Draco, I know you're sorry. Come back and make it up to me," Ginny said as I struggled into my boxers.

"I am abjectly sorry, my queen. Tell me what I can do to win forgiveness," as I walked to the bed and crawled onto it, toward Ginny.

"You could keep doing that," she said as I started kissing my way up her neck.

"You mean like this?" I asked, as I nuzzled her neck and bit her earlobe.

"Mmm-hmm." I slowly pinned her back to the mattress and covered her body with my own. I cupped her breasts, feeling them swell under my touch. I slowly kissed Ginny into acquiescence.

"Oh, not fair. Not fair," Ginny whimpered. I grinned ear to ear.

"Don't mess with the Sex God of Hogwarts. I know more tricks than you'll ever dream," I said smugly.

"Oh, yeah? What about this?" she asked and reached down to grab me.

"Okay, you have my attention," I said, reveling at her touch and at the same time hating it. I only hated it because I couldn't finish what I started.

"Having six brothers does tend to teach one how to injure a male," she said smugly.

"You didn't do this to them, I trust?"

"No."

"Oh, good. You worried me for a bit there." She let go of me and punched my arm.

"That's for being a sick bastard," she said.

"You know you love it," I shot back.

"Every minute of every day."

"Now then, wench. Shall we ring for breakfast?"

"I thought we established that I'm not a wench."

"Perhaps I need more convincing."

"I prefer the term 'exotic dancer'."

"I'm sorry; I've left my money elsewhere. But I can pay you in trade," I said, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

"Cash up front, or the buck stops here."

"That's not what you said last night," I quipped.

"Then maybe you should remind me that your skills can't be bought," she said.

"Breakfast, woman, or else I shall perish from your insatiable appetite."

"We can't have that."

"Unless you'd rather I died."

"No, I think I'll keep you around."

"For a few more hours?" I inquired.

"More than that."

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked incredulously.

"Maybe."

"Ooh, I love the thrill of danger."

"You're sick, you know that? You need help."

"As long as you provide it." I leaned down and kissed her softly.

"I plan to," she said when we pulled apart.

"Breakfast?"

"Go on, then."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes. I'm going to straighten up while you summon the elf."

"Okay." I moved off the bed and over to the far wall, where a rope dangled. I pulled the rope and a house elf appeared.

"How may Daisy serve you, sir?"

"Bring me breakfast for two, please."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Malfoy. I brings you tray momentarily," the elf said and disappeared.

"I thought your family hated the help," Ginny said.

"They did. I don't. Plus, if you are mean to a house elf, there's no telling what could be wrong with your food or drink," I said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Ginny replied, apparently nonplussed.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just hard to remember that you come from such evil people."

"Why is that?"

"Because of how sweet you act toward me. We've been dating for four months and you've never pressured me for anything that I wasn't ready to give you."

"Well, I call that being a good person, not just a good boyfriend."

"And you're right, but how many others would be so patient, so understanding? I've never met anyone like you."

"What are you saying? Potter treated you badly?" Rage, hot and thick, roared to life in my veins.

"Not in the sense you mean."

"Then how so?"

"He was never there when I needed him. He was always too busy saving magic and the world. He catered to the needs of thousands, but he couldn't bother to make time for me."

"That bastard! I'll kill him!" I yelled.

"No! He's not worth you going to Azkaban."

"You're absolutely right. I'll just maim him instead," I said and started to plot revenge.

"No. You're going to be with me and show him what he's missing. That way, he suffers and you don't get into trouble. Win-win," she said logically.

"I like the way you think, but are you sure that I can't just hurt him instead?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now kiss me and then we'll have breakfast." I obliged, making the kiss as deep as I could.

"Mmm, I love you." I froze, unsure whether I'd actually said it, or just thought it really hard.

"What?" I'd said it aloud. Damn, damn, damn!

"I love you." No regrets.

"I love you, too." My entire world stood still as those words computed.

"You love me?"

"Yes. For quite a while now."

"I've loved you for six years," I admitted.

"Really? I had no idea," she replied.

"Let's have breakfast, my love," I said tenderly.

"Very well. But later, you're going to prove how much you love me," she said.

"You're a saucy wench. Lucky for you, I love girls like that."

"Yes, lucky me. Let's eat," she said, clearly eager for something to satisfy one hunger. And later, I did prove myself to her. Twice.