Who’s Seducing Whom ?

Who's Seducing Whom?

Ginny Weasley strode across the pitch with her broomstick in hand, her long legs eating up the ground underfoot. Draco sat on the sidelines and watched as she confronted Oliver Wood, the team's captain. Her red hair blew around her face as she gestured wildly with her arms. He knew she was angry that Wood had used a back up in yesterday's scrimmage. With a final huff she mounted her broom and kicked up. The other players were just coming out of the locker rooms. Draco grabbed his broom and flew up beside Ginny.

"What's wrong, Weasley? Wood putting you out to pasture already?" Draco flew in lazy circles around her high above their teammates on the pitch below.

"If you don't watch it, Malfoy, a stray bludger might be heading your way today." Ginny's eyes narrowed on the silver haired Seeker. She pulled her broom up in front of his causing him to stop suddenly.

"You wouldn't want that pretty boy face of yours to get messed up. Then you might have to actually rely on your personality to get a date." That said she flew down to join the team.

Draco admired the way she handled her broom on the steep descent, before pulling it up mere inches from the ground. With a frustrated sigh he followed her path. Why did he always have to push the wrong buttons with her? He supposed it was just habit. The Weasley red hair set off a certain reaction in him. Of course she set off a whole new kind of feeling in him.

Ginny was only half listening to what Oliver was saying. She was still angry. Angry that Oliver had pulled her from practice yesterday. She had been the star Chaser on the Montrose Magpies for over two years. Now just because Clarissa, a new girl with a bit of talent, had come in Oliver was playing her less.

She was even angrier with Malfoy for voicing her worst fears. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. His silver hair blew softly around his face. She watched the as he reached up to push it back out of his eyes. Why did he have to be so good looking? Why did he always have to push the wrong buttons with her? She really wished that for just once he could see her as a woman, not the youngest Weasley brat.

The shrill whistle blow signaling the beginning of practice pulled her out of her momentary fantasy. They all took their places and started running through drills. As Oliver loved to say, "The Montrose Magpies didn't become the most successful team in Quidditch history by resting on their laurels."

Over an hour later, practice was officially over. Most of the team, tired from the grueling session, headed in. Ginny stayed out, determined to hone up her skills. She practiced feints and dives, all the moves needed to keep a professional Chaser in top form. She was going through the moves of the Porskoff Ploy when a tiny gold streak whizzed by, followed by a larger black blur. It seemed she wasn't the only one putting in extra hours. She stopped mid air watching Malfoy close in on the Snitch.

He was good at what he did. Draco's father had disowned him after he had fought against Voldemort in the war. So he had turned to Quidditch. He was one of the most popular players out there. Harry might have him beat in that regard, due to the fact he was a hero as well as the star Seeker for Puddlemere United.

Ginny smiled to herself as she watched the look of triumph spread over his face as he caught the snitch in his outstretched hand. She was falling for him; she had known it for over a year now. Being on the same team they spent a lot of time together. They still fought verbally but it wasn't with the hatred that had been present when they were in school. It seemed to be an acceptable way for both of them to vent the sexual tension that always charged up when they were together.

He turned and caught her staring. Their eyes locked for one moment. She was the first to break contact. Her eyes strayed to his lips, which were slightly parted, his breath coming quickly due to his exertion. Subconsciously, she licked her lips while wondering if his would taste salty from the sweat that trickled down from his hair.

Draco turned his broom and headed towards the alluring redhead. She looked as if she wanted to devour him, and he was happy to oblige.

Ginny panicked at the look of desire on Draco's face. She employed the Wronski Feint and headed into a dive for the ground.

Draco smirked as he followed behind at an alarming speed. Did she really think she could lose him? He could execute this move better than saint Potter himself, and he was not about to let the invitation that had been in her eyes go to waste.

Ginny pulled up too sharply before hitting the ground. This caused her to lose her grip on her broom handle before she went tumbling across the grassy pitch. Draco swooped in caught her before she touched the ground.

Dazed at the speed in which it all happened Ginny's hands fisted into the front of Draco's shirt holding on for her life. Draco climbed into the air with one arm securely wrapped around Ginny's waist. He stopped high above the treetops and rested his cheek on the top of her head.

Ginny couldn't stop trembling, whether it was due to her near crash or Draco's proximity she couldn't be sure. She felt his hand stroking her back. She drew in a deep breath and pulled back from him. She wished she hadn't; the look in his eyes was feral.

"You could have killed yourself," the calm in his voice belied the look on his face.

He was right, she knew that, but he wasn't going to hear her admit it.

"Why do you care? With me out of the way your precious Clarissa could have my spot." Ginny's eyes widened as she said this. Why had she said that? She turned to look out over the trees, anywhere but him.

"My Clarissa? Oh yes, that's right we did got out together last weekend. How did you know about that?" Draco frowned.

It had been one date. The new girl was very beautiful and had some talent, but she was too self absorbed for Draco's taste, and then again she wasn't a certain fiery redhead that seemed to fill his thoughts every waking hour.

They had gone to dinner and he had taken her back to her flat. She had practically mauled him on her doorstep; after disentangling himself from her he had gone home. He planned on never being alone with her again.

"It's all she has talked about this week. If I have to hear one more time what a great kisser you are I think I'm going to be sick." Ginny's face turned red as Draco narrowed his eyes at her.

"Ah, now I see. You're jealous that you haven't had a taste of the illustrious Draco Malfoy."

"Wipe that smug look off of your face. I consider myself lucky that I'm one of the dwindling number of ladies in Europe that hasn't. Now do you suppose you could take me back down. I have a date to get ready for." She tried to glare haughtily at him but it was a bit hard to do while sharing a broomstick a few hundred feet in the air.

He suddenly pointed the broomstick at the ground, causing her to squeal and hold onto him tightly. She was still facing him, causing her lips to be mere inches from his. He grinned at her discomfiture as his arm snaked back around her pulling her practically into his lap.

"Hold on little Weasley, this is the correct way to do the Wronski Feint," his whisper tickled her lips.

She closed her eyes when she saw the ground coming at an alarmingly fast rate of speed. Squeezing him tightly with her arms and legs she could feel every muscle in his body as he maneuvered the broom with precise ease. She opened her eyes to see they were less than a meter off the ground.

"Here we are. Run along; I wouldn't want you to be late."

Her muscles protested as she climbed out of his lap and stood. Instead of leaving she stood there and watched as he let the snitch out of his pocket and zoomed off after it.

Picking up her broom she headed to the showers. Once again she had managed to do everything wrong. Her date tonight consisted of meeting up with a group of friends. She just hadn't wanted him to think she was jealous.

She was gathering her things out of her locker when Clarissa approached her. Leaning against the neighboring locker she glared at Ginny.

"I saw your pathetic attempt with Draco. Are you that desperate? Throwing yourself at him like that." The blonde girl waited for an answer.

Ginny tried to ignore her and kept gathering her things. Clarissa slammed the locker shut and got up in Ginny's face. "Leave him alone; he's mine!" she snarled.

"If he's yours, then you have nothing to worry about do you? Of course, you could be wrong." Ginny countered.

Clarissa looked Ginny up and down with disdain. "I'm not worried about you."

"Perhaps you should be." Ginny had had enough of this bint. It was time she showed her that a Weasley was not to be trifled with.

"Is that a threat?" Clarissa's eyes narrowed.

"Consider it free advice." Ginny turned her back on the girl and walked away.

"I'm not worried about you!" the blonde screamed again but with hesitation in her voice.

Ginny ignored her, got undressed and stepped into the shower. As the hot water trickled over her body she couldn't help but wonder why the girl was threatened by her, unless things didn't go so well on her date with Draco. Perhaps she had been lying. She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and turned off the water. After a quick drying spell she was dressed and heading out the doors when she overheard voices.

"Clarissa, I told you the night of our date, I'm not interested," Draco sounded exasperated.

Ginny peeked between the crack in the open door to see Draco trying to pry Clarissa's arms from around his neck.

"But, baby, you know we'd be good together." She was rubbing her chest against his.

"We'll never know, because I'm not interested." He managed to get her off of him but she was advancing, preparing for another assault. He looked like a cornered rabbit. Ginny suppressed a giggle. She did feel a little sorry for him. Obviously, he had tried to tell her no on their date, but this was one woman who wouldn't back down.

Ginny pushed open the door and stepped out. She saw the plea for help from Draco and decided she could have some fun with this. Ignoring the venomous look from the blond she headed to Draco.

"Draco, honey, what are you still doing out here? We are going to be late." She slid her hand behind his neck and pulled him close.

"You know I hate being late," she whispered across his lips. Her other hand grasped his hip as she molded their bodies together. She rubbed her slim leg up and down his leg before capturing his bottom lip with hers in a sensuous kiss.

His arms went around her. One hand seized her hair pulling her head back to expose her neck. Pulling his mouth from hers trailed moist kisses down her neck to the top button of her shirt.

"DRACO!"

Two sets of passion glazed eyes looked up in surprise at the piercing scream from the blond. Ginny's first reaction was to jump away from Draco but his tight grip on her wouldn't allow it.

"I can't believe you're turning me down in favor of that red-haired tart." Clarissa's eyes were round saucers of confusion.

Once again Draco's arm kept Ginny in place when she would have liked to jump the obnoxious girl.

"Pay attention, as I'm going to say this only once. I'm not interested in you Clarissa; deal with it. And if I ever hear you make another derogatory remark about Ginny, you will regret it. Understood?"

Ginny was somewhat shocked at his defense of her. She turned to look at his face and noticed her fingers were playing with the hair at his neck. She jerked her hand down, only to have him capture it and replace it where it had been, all without taking his steely eyed gaze off of Clarissa.

Clarissa had seen the little byplay between them and clenched her teeth. "Perfectly understood," she spat before walking away.

Ginny could feel his gaze on her face, but refused to look at him.

"I suppose you are no longer part of the dwindling number," he smirked.

"Yes, I'm positive they'll be revoking my membership after that display." Ginny pushed away from Draco's embrace. "Alright, then, I'll be seeing you tomorrow at practice."

His hand quickly caught her arm as she turned to walk away. "I believe I owe you dinner."

She was about to make a smart remark but the serious expression on his face stopped her. She thought for a moment before replying, "pick me up at my flat, eight sharp, and I want to go somewhere very nice." She walked away before he could say anything.

~~~*~~~*~~~

Ginny was dressed and ready by 7:55. She was nervously pacing when the owl pecked on the window. She let it in with a feeling of trepidation. Was he backing out? Had she read him all wrong? She quickly scanned the note.

Ginny,

There is a small key attached to Cassius's leg. It is a portkey and will bring you to our dinner destination.

Yours,

Draco

She scowled at the large owl perched on her windowsill. "He can't even come and get me. He sends you as an escort!"

The owl softly hooted.

She ran her finger over the bold script on the expensive parchment. Her eyes were drawn to his closing words. Yours, Draco. She shouldn't read too much into that, but it did make her feel special.

The owl hooted louder this time.

"Alright, hold on." She checked herself in the mirror. She had left her hair down in cinnamon waves that fell over her shoulders. Her dress was spaghetti strapped black silk that ended in a small flounce just above her knees. She quickly applied more lip-gloss and grabbed her bolero styled jacket.

"Okay, I'm ready." As she touched the small key she heard the owl hoot softly one more time before she was pulled through.

She found herself standing in a marble tiled foyer. The large gray owl flew gracefully into the other room. Flowers were everywhere, roses on the table, daisies, carnations, freesias and lilies in pots on the floor. The only lights she could see were the candles in sconces on the wall. She could hear the strains of a violin coming from the other room. She placed her jacket and clutch purse beside the roses and cautiously walked around the corner. Ginny stopped in her tracks at the scene lain out before her.

A small table was covered with crystal goblets, fine china, candles and more flowers. Behind it, French doors opened out onto a terrace; the gauzelike curtains were blowing in the breeze. If she wasn't mistaken that was the ocean. She made her way around the table and stepped out into the night air. The breeze carried the scents of the sea and the sound of the violin. It hadn't come from inside the house. It sounded like a twilight concert was going on somewhere nearby.

"Where has Malfoy taken me?" she murmured to herself.

"You are at the Casa Ravello, on the Amalfi coast in Italy. And I was hoping by now, you'd be calling me Draco."

Ginny jumped at the sound of his voice behind her. When she turned to face him she had to lean on the railing for support. He was wearing charcoal gray linen trousers that sat low on his lean hips. His sleeves on his white oxford shirt were rolled up exposing tanned forearms and the first three buttons weren't done up. This exposed a good deal of skin which she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of as he offered her a glass of wine.

She took the glass from him and took a large swallow, liquid courage, as Fred and George liked to call it.

He smirked at her as she finished off the contents of the glass in three more sips. He took her empty glass and placed it on a small table. "You said I was to take you somewhere nice. Won't this do?"

Ginny turned her back to him and looked out over the terraced gardens to the sea beyond. She gripped the railing, once again using it for strength. "This does it a bit too well," she murmured as she took a deep breath.

He gently rested his hands on her bare shoulders and stepped up behind her.

"You know me. I never do anything in half measure," he whispered into her hair.

Ginny tingled all over. The view, the smells, and the soft slow music, it was too much. But was that a bad thing, she wondered. She released the safety of the railing as she mentally released all her fears and let her body lean into his.

Draco was taken aback at her acceptance, but didn't dwell on the whys of it. He had waited too long for this moment. His hands slid down her arms as his lips played across her shoulder and up her neck.

She sighed and let her head fall back. He spent a good deal of time at the juncture of her neck before nibbling on her ear. "Would you care to dance?" he breathed into her ear, causing her to shiver.

Ginny turned in his embrace putting her hands behind his neck. "I'd love to," she replied dreamily.

He pulled her closer, resting his hands at the small of her back as they swayed to the music drifting up from the park.

Ginny closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest. She moved her hand on his neck and played with the hair resting against his shirt collar.

The feel of her soft body close to his and her fingers playing with his hair was torture, sweet painful torture. His hands slowly moved to the flair of her hips bringing her even closer. He stifled a groan as her thigh brushed his groin.

Ginny heard this and smiled to herself. This kind of power over such a dynamic man as Draco Malfoy was heady. She realized if she put her right leg forward just a bit, her thigh ever so slightly rubbed his groin. Within seconds she could tell she was getting to him. He was definitely aroused.

He stopped dancing and pulled back to look into her face, then leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss. She moved her left hand onto his chest to steady herself. She could feel his heartbeat. Was hers racing as fast as his? His tongue came out and ran along the bottom of her lip. With a moan she opened her mouth to him. As their kiss deepened, Ginny's left hand started to undo the buttons on Draco's shirt and skimmed along the hard planes of his chest. He felt so good.

Draco thought he was going to explode. He had to stop this before it got out of hand. Didn't he? He thought to himself, yes I do. Pushing her away with his hands still on her hips he closed his eyes and gathered himself. "Ginny, I didn't bring you here to seduce you."

Ginny grinned. "Candles, flowers, romantic music, not to mention we're in Italy, and your plan wasn't seduction? I'd hate to see what you do when that is the plan."

He opened his eyes to see her smiling at him. "Yes, well you'll know it when I do. Would you like to eat now?" he asked while inwardly grimacing at the discomfort of his snug linen trousers.

"Yes, that would be nice. First, I need to use the little girls room." She smiled benignly at him.

"Of course, it's through the bedroom off of the dining area. Shall I show you?"

"No, that's quite alright; I can manage. Would you pour me another glass of that fabulous wine?" she asked over her shoulder as left the terrace.

"Sure thing," he muttered as he watched her enter the villa. She was acting a bit strangely.

Ginny stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Bugger and damn. She hadn't wanted to stop what had transpired on the terrace. Since when did Draco get noble? She'd fix him, she thought with an evil grin. It was a good thing she came prepared.

Draco had poured two more glasses of wine and was going to rebutton his shirt when he heard her call to him.

"Draco could you come here a minute please. I need help with something."

What kind of trouble could she have gotten into in the loo? He headed into the bedroom but stopped in the doorway and had to steady himself with his hand on the doorjam.

He had never seen anyone as sexy as she was, and he had been with some famously georgeous women. He started at her feet and slowly moved his eyes upward. She was wearing black hose which were attched to garters near the top of her thighs. He got a glimpse of her pale skin before his eyes were drawn to her black lace knickers. He tried to swallow but couldn't. As his eyes traveled past her midrift to her breasts he knew his mouth fell open and he really should shut it, but he couldn't move. He would swear he could see her nipple peeking out him over the top of her chemise.

"You may not have brought me here for seduction, but I have my own plans," she said with a sultry smile.

"Come here," he said with a thick voice that almost sounded like a growl. He didn't trust his legs to get him all the way over there. But if he didn't touch her soon, he would die.

When he said come here she thought she would faint. Never had she heard such emotion placed into two words. It made her jump, then she slowly headed towards him. She stopped when there was about a foot between them and reached out her hand to touch his chest. She let her delicate fingers roam down to the top of his pants to play with the muscles of his stomach.

With a groan he reached out and pulled her to him. His mouth descended down onto hers, as both his hands anchored into her hair. There was no playing in this kiss, his mouth forced hers opened as his tongue ravished her mouth.

Her right hand was stuck inbetween their bodies but her left hand was free to come around behind his head. She grabbed his head and tried to pull him closer. Nothing had prepared her for this overwhelming hunger that seemed to take control. She felt as if she couldn't get close enough to him. She managed to get her right hand out and ran it up the hard planes of his back.

Draco was moving them closer to the bed. Ginny felt the back of her knees come into contact with it. They toppled over and twisted so Ginny ended up on top of him. She splayed both hands over his chest while pushing his shirt over his shoulders. She sat back and looked at him. "Your beautiful."

"Funny", he said, "I was just thinking the same thing about you." Draco grabbed her waist, and before she could protest, had Ginny pinned under him.

Draco leaned his head down and started kissing her breasts. He trailed his warm tongue down the valley between them and over the top of her chemise. He undid the snaps on it and pulled the edges apart. He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling on it gently before nipping it with his teeth. Ginny let out a moan as her back arched off the bed. Her hands reached out for his head but he moved lower.

Kissing her stomach as he went down. He stopped and ran his tongue under the edge of the black lace knickers. His hooded gray eyes watched her reaction as he did so. She looked up and their gazes locked for an instant. With a grin he undid the garters and slipped the hose slowly down her legs. Ginny closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. She only had her knickers left.

Draco sat back and looked down at her. Her pale skin glowed in the lights from the candles she had lit in the room. He moved forward and ran his hands up her ribcage until he was holding her breasts in his hands.

Ginny wanted more. She put her left leg over his back and pulled him closer. She could feel his arousal, it was nestled right inbetween her legs. She arched herself into him once again and moaned louder this time. It was heaven this feeling.

"Bloody hell, woman, why do you deliberately provoke my lust? Do you want me to just take you now?!" Draco knew he wouldn't be able to stand much more of this. He had to gain some control back, set his own pace.

She used her right leg to pull him even closer. She felt as if she was falling, her head was spinning and everywhere they touched was on fire. She arched again, rubbing in smal circles. Waves of heat washed over her, again and again. She threw her head back and cried out. Her legs were clenching him closer, she couldn't stop herself. If the house were on fire she wouldn't care, she wouldn't know, so all consuming was this feeling. With one loud moan the last wave came, so slowly yet it seemed over so quickly.

Her legs went slack as Draco sat up to remove his trousers. "Oh no you don't, you can't use my body like that and expect me not to reciprocate"

She wasn't sure what he was talking about, her ears were still humming. She felt him pull her knickers down and off her legs. Then she felt his mouth, there. She bucked up. Oh my not again, she thought. His tongue was doing things she didn't know were possible. Her hands went down to his head and she ran her fingers through his hair anchoring his lips on her. She felt the heat and spinning all over again, this time it came faster but stronger. She threw her head back and cried out his name. Draco pulled himself up and pushed his way into her. She felt so tight and slick he knew he couldn't hold out anymore. He braced himself above her and with one thrust was all the way inside her.

Ginny clenched up. She was just recovering for the second time when she felt him inside her. It was a nice feeling, until her maidenhead broke, then it was quite painful. But she had known it would be; she wasn't that naïve.

Draco was in shock. She couldn't have been. All those boys she had dated at Hogwarts and after the war. It didn't make sense, she couldn't have been a virgin. But she had, he had felt her innocence give way.

He should stop, but he couldn't, not now. He slid in and out very slowly so as not to hurt her any more. He was sweating, and his muscles in his arms were bulging.

She knew he hadn't experienced the same wonderful feelings she had, not yet. She also knew he was trying to be gentle. How sweet of him, she smiled to herself as she once again wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer.

She ran her hands down his back and over his buttocks and back up again. With her heels in the small of his back she pulled him back into her. He groaned out loud and pushed in even farther as his body shuddered. She felt his body tense up, just as hers had done twice tonight when that feeling had come over her.

He put his head into her neck and kissed her. He tried to sit back up but Ginny didn't want to let go just yet so she tightened her legs and held him down.

He pushed up onto his elbows and looked into her face. " You should have told me."

"Told you what? That I was a twenty four year old virgin." Ginny looked away, she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

"Yes, I wouldn't have been so rough with you." His long fingers caressed her jaw as he turned her face to his.

"In case you couldn't tell, I didn't seem to mind," she said with a tentative smile.

"No, you didn't." He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her slowly, capturing her top lip in his and pulling on it.

Ginny sighed and her stomach growled.

With a small chuckle Draco let go of her mouth and sat up, pulling her with him. Ginny tried to pull the bedspread around her as he did so.

"It's a little late to be shy." He stood up and padded into the bathroom. Ginny turned her head and watched him go. He had quite a nice backside, she thought with a smile. She heard water running before he came back out wearing a pair of faded jeans.

"I'll go see if dinner can be salvaged. Feel free to make use of the shower and anything else you need."

As soon as he walked out the door she jumped up and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and frowned. There was some blood smeared on her thigh. She jumped into the shower and washed off, as she stepped out she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. What to wear?

She peeked into the bedroom, seeing the coast was clear she picked up her discarded undergarments. As she did so she spotted Draco's shirt in a heap at the head of the bed. Picking it up she held it to her face and inhaled the smell of his cologne. Why not? She put her arms into the sleeves and buttoned it up before dropping the towel to the floor. The tail of it tickled the tops of her thighs. Studying herself from all angles she was satisfied that she was suitably covered.

He was standing at the counter of the kitchen with his back to her when she walked out. It sounded as if he was chopping something, but what fascinated Ginny was the play of muscles along his back as he worked. She couldn't help herself, she ran her fingers over his shoulders and down his back before slipping her arms around his stomach. She rested her cheek against his back.

Draco had heard the shower running. He was confused, as to why Ginny Weasley had decided to gift him with her innocence? She had been in other relationships. Hell, she had dated Seamus Finnagin, ladies man, for over a year. Draco pulled out his cooking utensils. He had lied when he said he hadn't intended to seduce Ginny. Although he was glad she had decided to turn the tables on him. He smiled as he started chopping the garlic to add to the pasta sauce still simmering. He tensed as he felt her small hands run over his back before coming to rest on his stomach.

Ginny felt his stomach muscles tighten up under her hands. She smiled against his back, it was nice to know he was affected by her touch.

He turned to face her pushing a strand of silky hair behind her ear. "Practice tomorrow should be interesting."

She looked up into his sparkling gray eyes. "You bring up a good point. How do we handle ourselves tomorrow? Is it business as usual?" Ginny tried to sound casual, as if the answer wouldn't bother her no matter what he said.

Draco kissed her on the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. "As far as I'm concerned you're mine and I want everyone to know it. Do you have a problem with that?"

He could feel her smile against his chest before she murmured, "No, no problem at all."