Matters of Blood and Connection

Chapter 21: The Deep End

With his fingers now splayed across her back, Draco's eyes connected with hers, and he slowly, and cautiously, let her go. He stared at the floor while she proceeded to fix her clothes. When he looked back up at her, he saw that her face was very flushed, and she was still a little breathless.

Ginny's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her body toward Harry, her lip curling. For a few moments no one said a word. The tension hung in the air until someone spoke. Whoever had voiced their opinion about this current situation, Ginny barely paid any mind. She was too busy looking at Draco's half unbuttoned shirt, her eyes roaming across the view of his chest that it permitted.

He stared into her eyes, smirking as he brushed his blond hair from his eyes. He let his tongue slide against his lips in an effort to moisten them and to tease her, and watched her expression. She looked funny. It wasn't until then that he realized what was happening; she wanted him almost as badly as he wanted her, and whether or not there were other people around, he would have her. He wanted desperately to finish what they had started.

Ginny tried to focus on what was going on right now, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from her partner. He, on the other hand, was staring at the trespassers with ease, which was very unlike him. Calmly, he took a breath and the sneer unfolded against his features, as she knew it would with time.

"Is there a reason you're standing there like a gaping fish?" he asked Harry snidely. "Haven't you ever seen two people on the midst of fucking before?"

"If you touch her-" Harry started.

"You'll do what?" Draco snarled. "You can't claim ownership anymore, Potter, at least not to her."

Ginny's eyes narrowed slowly behind her boyfriend's back. "Claim?" she said softly. "No one can claim me. I'm not an object. I don't appreciate being owned by anyone, either."

Draco winced. Slowly, he turned around and said, "I don't think of you that way."

"Harry, can you please take your whore and leave?" asked Ginny bitterly. "As much as I'd like to stand here and be insulted by you about my new relationship, I have more important things to do," she added, as she grabbed Draco's hand.

Harry grimaced, took Pansy's hand, and left. The door slammed shut behind him, and when his footsteps were gone, there was only silence hanging in the air.

"So," Draco said airily. "Do we continue where we left off, or do you want to call it a night?"

Ginny smiled and reached for him, pulling his mouth down onto hers. She kissed him softly at first, and then a little harder, her tongue flicking his lightly. She felt his hands wrap around her body, and he squeezed her to him with urgency.

"I-" she panted.

"What?" he mumbled, his lips caressing her jaw now as he pushed her back against the lockers. His fingers worked diligently to get her blouse off, then he hoisted her up, allowing her to wrap around his torso. The anger he felt was making him want her more, and he wasn't sure how she'd react to that.

"I'm sorry for him," she whispered between kisses.

He growled in irritation and loosened his grip on her to undo his pants. He had barely gotten inside of her when he felt her tremble. He stopped and looked at her. "Are you all right?"

"Just getting adjusted," she mumbled.

He kissed her lips slowly, his hands holding her as he began to move again. She had her hands around his neck, so that she wouldn't fall. This time they wouldn't be disrupted. Quickly, he let his hands leave her, and he braced himself against the lockers to steady them both. He'd never fucked a girl like this before. It was usually on a bed or a table, if they could find one. He grinned slightly when she moaned.

Having sex with a vivacious redhead was also new for him. Usually, he liked his lays blonde or brunette, but Ginny Weasley was a different creature entirely. From the first time she allowed him to touch her, Draco knew that. She took things slow, like kissing, and she did it in a way that left him wanting more.

He always wanted more.

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The next morning was as awkward as they had anticipated. Both Harry and Pansy went to great lengths to avoid them, which suited Draco just fine, but he noticed Ginny was having a particularly hard time with Harry not talking to her. She was unusually quiet when they were laying together that afternoon in his dorm, since they both had no class for an hour or so.

"You're being too quiet," he said, as he raised an eyebrow at her. His fingers were stroking her cheek delicately. "What's wrong?" He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her body, squeezing. Ginny stiffened slightly and turned her head away from him. He knew that answer. He had always known the boy had some kind of pull on her --an ability to make her feel guilty -- and it pissed Draco off no end. Cautiously, he touched her cheek again.

"You know what this is about," said his fiancée softly. She suddenly remembered that they couldn't let anyone know, particularly Ron, until things were settled. Ginny snorted at the idea of a friendship forming between Draco and the Trio, then she idly wondered about how her family would react upon meeting the man their daughter and sister was going to marry.

"I thought so," Draco mused, pulling her closer. In the back of his mind, he thought about the possibility that he might actually die when the news of the engagement was known, and judging from her expression, she felt the same. "And then there's that I see," he said seriously.

"It's just going to take a while for them to adjust," murmured Ginny.

"I'll make them love me," Draco promised. He smiled and kissed her forehead. That was the trouble with being a Malfoy - they always kept their promises.