A Very Naughty Love Story

Ginny was sure she never felt this glad that summer was almost over. Sure, she had to go back to Hogwarts and finish her last year, but all the glorious, golden summer days just reminded her of the frolicking she and Harry never does. Sighing, she put aside the book she was not even pretending to be reading and pushed herself off the bed. Using her slim wand to hold her hair in a haphazard knot, she walked down the stairs, finding the house almost empty. She almost forgot that everybody in the house had a job except her and her mother, and she was probably at Fred's grave as usual.

Just when she was about to go back upstairs to try and clean up her school stuff, someone impatiently knocked on the door. She leisurely made her way to the door, grabbing a muffin on the kitchen table on the way. It was probably just Ron, forgetting something, like his brain or similar.

"Yeah?" she asked, opening the door wide.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of her, knuckles still in midair as if preparing for another round of knocking. He was squinting from the bright midmorning sun, and he was wearing Muggle clothing. Ginny couldn't remember if she ever saw him wearing Muggle clothing before. Right now, he was wearing a light blue shirt with a picture of a cow saying the words "Excuse moo".

Ginny almost closed the door in his face, but he looked almost as surprised to see her as she him, so she didn't. But she blocked the entryway just in case.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, frowning.

"What are you doing here?" she asked back.

"I came by to drop this off for Potter. It's from my Mother," he answered, holding out a lumpy package wrapped in a black scarf. He looked like he'd rather spend an afternoon walking a Blast-Ended Skrewt in a park than delivering packages to Harry.

"Sorry, but I'm not going to give Harry something that's possible cursed," she said.

"Don't be daft. You've seen how my Mother is to Harry recently," he said. "I shouldn't have mentioned to that woman how he saved my life twice. I think he wants to marry me off to him now."

"Great, now I have competition," she grumbled. "Harry's not here. He's probably at work and later, he will probably go home to his own house, so why don't you just drop that off there."

A befuddled expression came over Draco's face. He looked at the house, then at Ginny, then at the house again, seemingly confused.

"He doesn't live here?" he asked Ginny.

Ginny shook her head. She always knew Malfoy was an idiot, and this was proof of it. Although, she has to admit, the way he was looking at her all puzzled made her want to coo over him and pinch his cheeks. Not that he had much cheek for pinching; he was all cheekbones and angles.

"Who lives here?" he asked again.

"Um, I do," Ginny answered. Her mouth twitched a little, and then she started to laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh at me. It wasn't as if I had a standing invitation from either one of you," he said. "Not that I had a need for one."

Ginny laughed harder. "You're pathetic, Malfoy. Do you want to come in?"

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Draco raised an eyebrow at her invitation. This girl was insane, one minute she was sniping at him and distrusting him, and the next she was laughing at him and inviting him inside her home. He shrugged. It's not like he had anything else to do. Besides, he never noticed she had a very impressive bosom for such a tiny girl. It distracted him to high heavens when they shifted when she crossed her arms underneath them. Oh, blast, he was a breast person! And after years of being convinced that he was an arse man too.

He followed Ginny inside the house, watching the fascinating sway of her hip. She threw the muffin she was holding at nearly-empty plate as they passed the door to the kitchen. It landed smoothly on the plate, bouncing a few times before settling.

"You'd make a good Chaser," he commented.

She looked at him and smirked. "I'm an excellent Seeker though."

"You are?" he asked, though he knew very well that she had substituted for Harry during the times he wasn't able to play. "Really? I didn't know you play."

"Better than you," she answered somewhat nastily. "But not better than Harry."

Draco rolled his eyes at her back. She went up the stairs, and he followed, taking two steps at a time so that he was walking almost side by side with her. Ginny glanced at him sideway, pausing for a bit before opening the first door on the right of the hallway, as if debating whether to let him in.

Finally, she opened the door and gestured for him to sit on the bed, while she opened the windows wide. Draco sat himself gingerly amidst the flowery bedspread, feeling unexplainably excited. He watched Ginny putter around the room; straightening a few books here and picking up odd pieces of clothing there.

"I don't mind," he said. "My room's messier," he lied. The truth was, his room was immaculately maintained by their house elf. But he rather liked that her things were in the way they were when she was alone in her room.

She gave a tiny shrug, then sat down on the bed beside him. He studied her, noting with pleasure that she looked prettier than he ever gave her credit for. Sure, he always knew that he was quite the looker--she had made the rounds of the boys in Hogwarts before finally settling with Harry--but he had failed to see, maybe even refused to comprehend, just how beautiful she really was. Beautiful and desirable.

"Aren't you afraid I'll attack you?" he asked, settling in more comfortably in her bed. "You were uselessly paranoid about my Mother's present."

"I can take you on," she said confidently. "Besides, I'm bored and... in need of, um, company."

He smiled dryly at her comment. "You can take me on with what?" He bent close to her head, reached out behind her head and pulled the wand off her hair. Her long, lustrous strands cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall. "With your wand?" he asked in a low voice.

She offered a cursory glance at her wand, then looked back at Draco, their faces inches apart. Suddenly, Draco forgot about teasing her, the sarcastic smile on his lips disappearing. He was about to pull away but then... she licked her lips.

He dropped her wand on the bed and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her nearer to close the gap between their lips. She sighed softly at the first contact, and she adjusted her position so that Draco could press their bodies closer. Ginny kissed him back, softly at first, then she grew more demanding as the kiss deepened. Draco's body responded to their kiss as a normal teenager would--with burning need. He pulled Ginny on top of her on the bed, his hands tentatively playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Wait," she said, lifting her face. "Stop right there."

"What?" Draco asked rather breathlessly, his hands still skimming the smooth, exposed skin between her shirt and waistband.

Ginny pushed herself off Draco and sat on the bed. Draco sighed in annoyance. Damned Gryffindor. Damned virginal Weasley! He should have known she wouldn't have the gumption to mess around with him.

"We have to lay some ground rules," Ginny said, looking him straight in the eye. "Before we go further."

Ground rules? Go further? Draco's desire-addled brain processed the information slowly, but it sounded like Ginny wanted to continue what they were doing. And if that was the case, he was all in for that.