Lose Myself with You

Lose Myself with You

By: Sakura Lena Yuy

Chapter 1: The Encounter

She stared deeply into his eyes, as he held her close to his robe-clad form. She saw several emotions flicker by, but what intrigued her most was the lust present in his eyes. She gave him a wicked grin knowing exactly what he wanted. Immediately she felt his grasp tighten around her waist, as she instinctively placed her small hands against his board chest. Their gaze never parted as he brought his lips closer to hers. She inhaled sharply just before his lips crashed onto hers.

His hands mindlessly roamed over her back, bringing her even closer to his body. The only conscience thought he possess was to kiss her senseless, but even that thought was changing into something more primal - more sexual. The scent of strawberries and vanilla assaulted his senses, making him dizzy with lust and passion. He roughly gathered her hair and pulled it, causing her to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. He slowly kissed the length of her neck, taking time to enjoy the sweet taste of her skin.

She moaned softly. She was falling under his spell, and it was taking ever ounce of self-restrain she had to keep a semblance of control. She felt his lips move up to her ears, where he gently tugged and coaxed. Her fingers clenched to his shoulders in a death vice as he continued to entice her.

"Ginny," he breathed deeply.

She immediately took note of the tone. Ginny then realized that he was just as intoxicated with desire as she was. She roughly took hold of his face and kissed him firmly. She pushed her tongue through his parted lips and suddenly came into contact with his own. They engaged in a soul-searing kiss, that left the two breathless and yearning for more. Her fingers gingerly ran through his hair, as they kissed again.

His bold hands had moved from her back, and were now caressing her shapely thighs. He knew what would happen if he didn't stop this soon, but every fiber of his body fought against his rational thoughts. He knew that she was falling deeper into the moment, and the problem was so was he. He couldn't do this to her, the lost little girl he remembered from Hogwarts. A whirlwind of emotions passed through him: desire, passion, lust, and even fear. But he didn't know if he was more fearful of himself or her.

Her hands began to caress his arms; and even though his robes covered him well she felt his solid body. Perhaps it was all those years playing Quidditch, but it really didn't matter to her how he had gained that toned physique. Tainted thoughts of having those solid arms wrapped around her small form invaded her mind. Ginny knew that she shouldn't feel this way, especially at this time. She was an Auror and she had a job to do. And this was no time to be thinking such things, especially about him.

"Oh gods," she moaned rather loudly.

His hands found their way to her supple breast. Even though the thick material of her robes he was able to caress and coaxed her willing form. Her body stuttered in response to his ministrations. Although a smirk was present on his lips, he mentally cursed at the growing tightness in his pants. He intently watched her face, and noticed how she bit her lower lip to confine her cries but it did nothing. Her pants and breathless moans were audible to his trained ear. He guided her down to the cold ground within the alcove. He wanted to do nothing more than to strip away their robes, and to immediately engage in pure carnage, pure sexual acts. Ginny vaguely remembered where they were, or how they go there; but none of that mattered, her thoughts were centered on one thing - him. He began to fumble with the clasps of her cloak, when he heard her giggle softly. He glared at her in disbelief, and then he gathered the material in his hands and forcedly ripped it opened.

He ran his large hands across her flat abdomen, while marveling at her slender body. He looked into her brown eyes; they were dark with desire and need. He began to mindlessly finger the hem of the dress; it almost seemed that he was asking permission to move forward. Her legs parted slightly in response, and he immediately to rub her bare thighs. His fingers brushed against the edge of her lace panties, and she breathed deeply. He slowly moved his fingers closer to the apex of her thighs. Then suddenly Ginny gasped loudly.

Ginny led them into another passionate kiss. The hunger and desire was clearly expressed, she wanted him, and she needed him - now. Ginny rocked her body slightly begging him to move on, but he jumped up unexpectedly. With one quick motion he gathered up his wand, and ran away leaving her alone.

"Weasley!"

The shout immediately brought her to reality. She turned around to see her teammate.

"Are you all right, what happened to your robe," he hastily asked, noticing her appearance.

Ginny eyed the older man, and then looked at herself. She did look bad; her robe was torn open, her hair ruffled and her faced flushed, and most importantly her wand was tossed aside.

"I am fine, McArthur. I just...just tripped," she answered uncertainly.

McArthur glared at her, but instead of prying on further he remained quiet. He began looked around the forest. "Well that explains why you didn't signal. So did you see any sign of him?"

Ginny gave him a confused look.

"Gosh, Weasley, did you hit your head on the way down. Malfoy, the Death Eater I was chasing, remember him."

She shook her head quickly. "No I didn't see Malfoy anywhere."

"Then let's get out of here. No sense of looking for him when we can't even find each other," McArthur muttered grouchily.

Ginny nodded. She raised her lit wand and reluctantly followed the older man. She took one last look at the alcove where he bumped into her. As she treaded through the forest, she couldn't help but blushed at the encounter. Then she rethought her answer to McArthur's question.

I may have not seen Malfoy, but Draco did run into me, she thought with a smile.