An Addictive Solution

Chapter Nine

Draco pulled his collar up, trying to hide the red mark on his neck that Ginny had left on him the previous night. He smiled when he remembered everything that had happened. She would never be able to stay away from him again. She was his, and she had said so herself.

His conscience kept telling him that he should have been gentler with her; after all, it had been her first time, but she had never complained. Actually, when he thought about it, she had encouraged him to be rough, and his lust was too strong to let him be gentle.

She was amazing. One minute, she was sinking her teeth into his skin and moaning things he never thought she could say, and in the next minute, she was astonished with the blood on the floor.

And what had he been thinking when he took her to the prefect's bathroom? If only he had known things would go as far as they went, he would have carried her half across the castle until he found a bed, or at least a comfortable place for them to lay on. But everything had happened so quickly and before he knew it, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.

Nor had he wanted to restrain himself. It had been too good to be true - too good for regrets.

He wondered how she was as he stepped outside the Slytherin common room, ignoring all the curious glances his colleagues sent his way. He had everything planned already. They wouldn't attend any classes; they would go directly to Dumbledore and tell him they would get married, and then they would spend their day doing whatever they wanted to.

Well, he wasn't that excited about getting married, but it wasn't really his choice now, was it? He wanted Ginny, and if he wanted to have her, he would have to marry her. That was it. If any problems showed up later, they would be dealt with one at a time.

And everything would be fine.

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Ginny was crying thoroughly, cringing in her bed, relieved that no one was there to see her. What had she done?

How could she have been so immature as to allow him to do whatever he wanted with her? She should have known better! She should have gathered her strength or told him to stop and run away from there!

She shouldn't have accepted his behaviour! And, most of all, she shouldn't have enjoyed it.

Now she felt dirty, and her entire body screamed in pain. She felt her breasts sore against the shirt she used as her pyjamas, for all the times he touched them with his hands and mouth; she felt shivers down her spine every time she remembered it. She shouldn't feel like that, her body shouldn't want him again. It was still aching, but it didn't stop feeling the excitement.

And what could she do now? He had made her promise last night that she wouldn't regret it. And she had sworn three times that she wouldn't try to escape from him again.

But she couldn't get up this morning. And she felt like she couldn't get up any morning from now on.

She was still thinking those rambling thoughts when she heard the door open carefully, as not to make any noise, and by the sound of the footsteps, she knew it was Draco. Soon, he was sitting beside her and could see her tears.

For a long time, they didn't say anything. He sat there watching her and she laid there trying to control her sobs.

"I went to the Great Hall and you weren't there. One of the girls from your year told me you hadn't left your bed, and since we do have the authorization to frequent each other's common rooms I took the liberty of coming here..." He waited to see if she would say anything, but she didn't. "Are you hurt?" he asked gently, touching her shoulders.

With everything she was feeling and his presence beside her, she couldn't tell anymore. She knew she needed him badly, and her body was screaming for him, betraying everything her rational mind was trying to impose. "I don't know," she said between sobs, "but I swear, Draco, I've cried more since I met you than I have ever cried in my entire life!"

He smiled, knowing she wasn't trying to hurt him with her words. "I don't want to make you cry anymore."

"And how do you intend to make me stop crying?" She turned to face him. "If in one minute you are the perfect gentleman that even seems to like me, and another minute you're back to being a perfect..."

"Malfoy?" he completed, amused at her rage. "Well, I am a gentleman and I am a Malfoy. And I think you love both sides of me..."

"How arrogant..." she mumbled.

"You love this side of me too!" he laughed, unable to control himself. "And you can't say much... look at you, for example!"

"I am Virginia Weasley, and I always act like Virginia Weasley!"

"Oh, yes? And who was the passionate woman who gave me this?" He exposed his neck to show her what she had done. Her face blushed tremendously, and he didn't bother to cover up. Instead, he quickly took off his shoes and crawled into bed with her.

"You are also a contradiction, Virginia." There he was, savouring her name again and driving her crazy. "That's why we're going to be the perfect couple..."

She knew she should tell him to get out of her bed, or maybe scream at him, or anything... but instead she touched his neck gently, her eyes clouded with desire, and the only thing she could see was him.

He hugged her tightly, letting one of his hands caress her back, while the other took her shirt off. He could feel her hand on his neck, going softly to his chest, and he moaned, absolutely taken by his senses.

He laid on top of her while she tried to unbutton his shirt and kissed her heartily. "I promise to be gentler this time..."

"You don't have to..." she murmured, her voice as hoarse as his.

He smiled wickedly at her and was about to kiss her again when they heard a strangled scream echo through the room.

They both looked to the door to see McGonagall frozen with shock, watching them in a position that did not leave much to the imagination and many thoughts passed through their heads while they watched her mumble incoherently, trying to make up an actual phrase. Even still, they didn't move an inch.

"What are you doing?" McGonagall said finally, still too shocked to come up with something better.

"Well, Professor, we are celebrating our engagement!" Draco said, as if it was the most natural thing to do. Ginny just stared at him feeling very confused, and he looked at her and concluded: "We just need to set up a date."