Finishing Touches

CHAPTER 4

She woke up late the following day, finding stacks of presents spread through out the common room. Ginny stepped carefully over Ethan and then around Anthony, and made her way to the table that Draco was sleeping on top over. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, and he woke with a start.

"Cool, presents," she heard Euan say from behind her.

Ethan woke with a groan, and everyone scooted away, afraid that he might be sick again. After several minutes, he asked, "Do you think Madam Pomfrey will know I have a hang over?"

Draco snorted. "She probably has one also."

Ginny giggled and began to open her presents. She received her customary sweater from her mother, candy from her father, fireworks, a joke wand, and several other items from Fred and George, and a strange, old fashion looking belt from Ron. She eyed the belt apprehensively, wondering where he had gotten it. It looked suspiciously like an ancient chastity belt. Near the bottom of the pile was a gray bag from Hermione with small pink stripes on it. The top of the bag had the word's Victoria's Secret embroidered on it. There was a note inside that read: Not that you need it, but these are what Muggle's use since they don't have cosmetic charms. It's called make up. The bag contained tubes of red and pink colored wax, a wand with a thick brown substance in it that read Mascara, and several containers of colored powder for her eyes. She liked it. She toyed with the bag and its contents until she noticed Draco watching her. Then she picked up the last gift. It was a small, slightly heavy box, and when she opened it all she found was a note. Will you?

"Will I what?" she asked, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Draco picked up her left hand and held it in hers. "Will you wear this?" He pulled the thick silver ring off his finger and held it in his hand.

Ginny looked down and saw the dragon and serpent intertwined on the ring, the Malfoy family crest. It was not exactly a pretty ring, but definitely a breathtakingly stunning one; the serpent's eye was a red ruby, and the eyes of the dragon were blue. She began to nod. "Of course I will."

Draco's grip on her hand tightened, and she was suddenly aware of how quiet the room had become. She glanced up and realized that the others were watching at them.

Draco's voice dropped, and he told her, "I should warn you though. Every Malfoy that has ever given this ring to a girl has married her."

Ginny met his eyes, expecting a smile, but his face was serious. "Really?"

"Really."

"I already said yes."

He leaned forward and slipped the ring onto her finger, then kissed her cheek. "Okay."

After breakfast, Ginny suggested with a whisper that Draco go swimming with her.

"Swimming where?" he asked curiously.

"In a place I know," she smiled. "Everyone will be back in a couple days and we won't have time then."

She led him down the hall and up the stairs until they were in front of Boris the Bewildered's statue, and said as loudly as she dared, "Pine fresh."

Draco watched with his eyebrows raised as the door slid open. "How did you find out about this?" he asked, taking in the room.

"I heard Ron talking about it," she admitted. "Harry knew about it, because in his fourth year Cedric told him about it."

"Diggory?"

She nodded, walking over to the golden taps and turning several of them on. "It helped him with the clue for the second task of that tournament."

"Hm." Draco continued to look around the room, taking in the pool sized tub, the various bubbles that were emitting from the faucets, and the beautiful candle lit chandelier that hung above the tub.

"Do you ever use it?" she asked, wondering if he had.

He shook his head. "Not really my kind of thing. At least, not if I'm alone. So you want to take a bath with me?"

"No," Ginny told him, feeling her face heat up. "That's why I told you to bring your bathing suit!"

"And if I forgot it?" His pale eyes held a mischievous gleam.

"Then we'll have to leave. You did bring it, didn't you?"

"If I say no do we get to go naked?"

Ginny shook her head violently. "Absolutely not!"

Draco pretended to pout for a moment and then laughed. "I know you want to though."

"I do not!"

"You talk in your sleep, and you said you wanted to see me naked!"

Ginny's mouth fell open and her face flushed. "Draco Malfoy! I do not! I never said anything like that. I am going to leave if you don't stop it right-"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he interrupted her hastily. "Let's do this."

As Draco began to undo his robes, Ginny suddenly found herself feeling slightly nervous. Although her bathing suit was the standard black one piece that students were allowed to bring, so far, the most revealing thing Draco had seen her in was her pajamas. She did like the way Draco looked though, facing her in nothing but his swim shorts. His chest and stomach were flat and smooth, the beginnings of muscle definition were starting to form across his chest, down to his stomach, and onto his arms.

She cautiously unzipped her robe and watched as Draco unfastened the thick, black leather Slytherin band he wore around his wrist.

They finally made it into the warm water, laughing and playing and splashing until Moaning Myrtle appeared out of one of the faucets.

"Oooo," she squealed. "Look at this!"

Draco's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Who are you?"

"Of course you wouldn't know me," she began to pout.

"Hello Myrtle," Ginny finally said. "This is Draco. Draco this is Myrtle."

It was the first time Ginny had ever seen Draco stunned silent.

"I take it no one else knows you're in here?" Myrtle finally asked.

Ginny shook her head. "They're all away for the Holiday. And please don't tell."

"Who would I tell?" she sighed dramatically. "No one ever comes to visit me."

Ginny racked her brain. "That's too bad. Harry said something about that the other day. He asked if I ever used your bathroom."

"He did?" Her voice rose with interest.

"He said to tell you hello."

Myrtle eyed her suspiciously. "Are you lying?"

"No. Why would I?"

Draco finally caught on and added, "Oh. You're the girl he was talking about?"

Ginny nodded. "This is her."

"Should we tell him you said hello?" Draco asked, his voice hinting.

"That would be wonderful," she squealed.

"We'll see you later then," Ginny called, watching as she disappeared inside the pipe.

"Good thinking," Draco leaned over to kiss Ginny's nose. "She's got it bad for Potter?"

She laughed. "Don't you dare say anything."

"We'll see."

"Come on. Promise me."

"And what do I get out of it?"

"My eternal gratitude," she suggested.

"I want more."

"Draco . . ." He had backed Ginny into the side of the tub and was standing dangerously close; at least, dangerously close for two people with very little clothing on.

Slowly, playfully he reached for her shoulder and began to slide the thick strap of her bathing suit down. "Let's make a deal."

"Let's not," she said, her voice sounding less confident than she would have liked.

Draco reached up and tugged on the other strap. "It'll be fun."

Ginny tried to back away but there was no where to go. She could feel Draco's stomach pressing against her own, and as nervous as it made her, some part of her was enjoying it. "Have you ever done this before?"

"What? Taken off your bathing suit?"

"No," Ginny felt herself blushing. "You know."

"No I don't. Tell me."

"Seen anyone," she paused, "naked?"

"You mean besides the people I share a dorm with?" he asked cockily. "No. Not until now. I tried to look when you were changing clothes the other night, but I didn't get to see anything."

"I don't think I want to be naked."

"Partially?" By now both of her straps had disappeared under the bubbles. A few more centimeters and her chest would be bare also. Before she could answer he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss started sweet and soft, but grew into Draco's trademark angry, defiant, controlling kiss, and as it did, he tugged her bathing suit to her waist.

Even though the water and thick, colored bubbles reached to her neck, Ginny felt completely exposed.

Draco wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, and this time Ginny kissed him back, even when she felt his chest press into her own. Draco pulled away from her as quickly as he had begun, sliding his hands up her sides, but keeping them away from her chest. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

She shook her head, fighting to keep her eyes locked with his. "We should go."

Draco nodded as Ginny began to pull her suit back on.