[FIC] Worse than Terrible :: Draco/Ginny | gift for luvscharlie Title: Worse than Terrible Author: Recipient:luvscharlie Pairing: Draco/Ginny Rating: NC-17 Word count: apx. 2600 Warnings: explicit sexual content, lame jokes Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Even though Ginny knows that having an affair with Draco Malfoy is a terrible idea, she’s can’t seem to stop herself. Author's note: luvscharlie, I SO hope that you like this. Thanks so my super-beta S, whose unique combination of skepticism, support, and copy of Quidditch Through The Ages always keeps me in line.
When the knock on the door of the hotel room came, Ginny jumped up from the bed where she’d been sitting anxiously. Crossing the room, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Who is it?”
“Harry Potter,” a sardonic voice answered.
Ginny rolled her eyes and opened the door. “That’s not funny,” she told the wizard standing there.
“Isn’t it? You’re trying not to smile.”
“It’s… tasteless,” Ginny said, crossing her arms and trying to look disapproving.
Draco stepped in the door and closed it behind him. He looked at Ginny quizzically. “I’ve been accused of many things, but having no taste isn’t one of them.”
Ginny just scowled at him. Like the other times she’d met him secretly, once he first arrived a horrible awkwardness and sense of surrealism nearly paralyzed her. How could she be having an illicit affair with Draco Malfoy? It was possibly the worst idea she’d ever had, and she’d had plenty of terrible ideas. Like, “Hey, this diary that writes back to me seems really cool!” Or, “I love Harry Potter and we’re going to live happily ever after because he’s totally not having a threesome with my brother and his girlfriend.”
What was a word for “worse than terrible”?
Draco seemed to suffer none of the internal dilemmas that she did, and she found herself pressed against the wall near the door, all speculation wiped from her mind. His breath was warm on her ear and she could feel every single place his body touched hers as if it was burning through their clothes.
It was easy to forget this when she hadn’t seen him for weeks; it was easy to imagine that having sex with him couldn’t really be so fantastic, so mind-blowing that it was worth forgetting every single hateful thing he’d ever done to fuck him.
But it was worth it. He’d been here all of a minute and already she felt every nerve ending she had tied in knots, screaming for him to touch her. Her body was vibrating with it, almost shaking, and when he slowly licked her earlobe before nipping it with his teeth, she couldn’t stop herself from making a noise deep in her throat.
“Did you miss me, Ginny?” he asked, with a mocking tone in his voice.
That was a dangerous question, and one she didn’t want to think about, so instead of answering she replied with one of her own. “Did anyone see you?” she asked, hearing the breathiness of her own voice.
“Would you really care if they did?” Draco responded, nipping her ear again, pressing her even more firmly against the wall so that she could feel how hard he was against her belly.
He was right. At this point, she really didn’t care; Rita Sweeter could be hiding in the closet and she’d just ignore her.
“But, no, they didn’t,” Draco said, now running his hand over her breasts and down to her hips. “We’re in this awful Muggle hotel to start with, and besides that, the Wizarding world is under the impression that you are vacationing alone in some exotic locale to celebrate the Harpies winning the League Cup.”
Draco stopped touching her and stepped back. “Speaking of which, where is it?”
“Where’s what?” Ginny asked innocently, as she stretched her arms above her head so that her breasts rose up under her thin top. The distraction worked, and Draco began cupping them, running his thumbs over her nipples while he did so, bringing another moan to her lips. Then somehow, Draco’s hands never leaving her, they were back against the wall, kissing one another deeply.
Ginny wrapped one arm around Draco’s shoulders and let her other hand slide down his chest below the belt. As she grasped his cock through the fabric of his trousers, he groaned into her mouth and she assumed the subject closed for now. However, it appeared that even hot sex wasn’t enough of a distraction for a Slytherin trying to one-up someone, and Draco broke away from her lips to murmur in her ear, “You chickened out, didn’t you?”
Merlin, he really was a bastard. She squeezed him a little harder than she had been previously, and his groan this time didn’t sound entirely pleasurable. Then she pushed him away. “Why don’t you come find out?” she asked him, and headed towards the bed, where she stretched out on her back and looked at him expectantly.
Draco followed her, standing by the bed and looking at her intently while he unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it aside, he sat down and picked up her bare foot. He looked at her ankle carefully, pushing the soft fabric of the Muggle sweatpants she was wearing up so that he could see her leg to the knee.
“Like I’d even see it with all these freckles,” he said, running a finger down the sole of her foot at the same time. Ginny gasped, trying not to laugh while trying to kick out with her foot.
“Merlin, you’re a bastard!” she wailed in between giggles.
Draco looked confused. “Yes, usually,” he said. “Had you not noticed? Really, Ginny, I’d thought that for a Weasley you were actually rather intelligent.” Whatever insults she might have responded with were lost amidst inarticulate shrieks as he tickled the sole of her foot more vigorously.
“Let’s get back to business,” he said, once she had subsided. “I just don’t believe you did it.”
Ginny snorted in a very unladylike fashion but said nothing. Draco picked up her other foot and continued his thorough examination. This time, he slid his hand up under the fabric of her sweats and squeezed her thigh, causing her to shift her hips.
“You don’t have eyes on your fingers,” she pointed out. Draco just shrugged and moved further up the bed, where he could reach her arms more easily.
He didn’t spend much time on her forearms, where anything would have been obvious, after all, but he did push the sleeves of her top up. “Didn’t go for the biceps then.” He tugged at the bottom of her shirt. “Let’s see under here,” he said, running his hand up underneath it and trailing it across her belly. “After all, I’ve recently been informed that I have no eyes on my fingers.”
Ginny snickered and helped him pull her top off. Draco’s eyes roved over her bare chest, and he leaned down to capture first one nipple in his mouth, then the other. Ginny arched against him helplessly as he continued to suck on them, flicking his tongue over her nipples, the stimulation so intense it was almost painful.
He pulled away with obvious reluctance. “Thank Merlin it’s not right on your tit, is all I can say. Though you’re running out of skin.” Ginny flipped over on her belly when his hands prompted her, but all that greeted him was a smooth expanse of back, liberally sprinkled with freckles.
Draco swept her hair to the side and caressed her back. Suddenly, his hands stopped moving, then swept down her back to grab a buttock in each hand. “You didn’t…” he started to say in a scandalized voice before trailing off. Ginny’s laughter was muffled into the pillows.
“Better check,” she said, craning her head so he could hear her better. Suddenly in a great hurry, Draco wrested the sweatpants off of Ginny in no time flat, leaving her in her knickers. He pulled them down slowly, as if a poisonous snake might jump out and bite him. Ginny clamped her lips together so that no laughter emerged but she couldn’t stop her body from shaking. Once he had her arse in full view, and could see that it was indeed unblemished, he actually heaved a sigh of relief.
Ginny did laugh then, loudly. Draco interrupted her with a smack on her bottom. “You did chicken out, you rotten witch. You haven’t got a tattoo anywhere.”
“Have so,” Ginny said, with all the poise of a five year old. Flipping over, she pulled her knickers down to show him and then stuck out her tongue.
There, on her left side, the words “Holyhead Harpies” curved in flowing script with the crest of her hipbone, while underneath the team’s golden talon logo was tattooed. Below both those, curving in the opposite direction to encircle the talon, were the smaller words “League Champions” and the date of their victory.
“You did it,” Draco said, sounding gobsmacked.
Ginny was getting annoyed. “Yes, I did.”
“Did you use a spell?” he asked, switching back to suspicious Slytherin mode.
“No!”
“Come on. I saw you that night you lost the bet. You drank so much that not only did you end up in bed with me, but when you confessed you were afraid to get the tattoo if you won the Cup, you actually cried.” Draco touched Ginny’s cheek in a gesture that she thought was unusually sweet for him.
Until he continued talking. “How could I forget? It really killed the mood. I was afraid if you kept weeping I wouldn’t be able to get it up.”
“Malfoy, you’re a bastard,” Ginny said without real rancor.
“I know, I know. But you keep sleeping with me anyway,” he said easily, taking her in his arms and laying down on the bed with her. “Now confess. They got you drunk, didn’t they?”
Ginny sighed. “Yes, they did. And Merlin knows what they told that Muggle tattoo artist. You’re not supposed to take a customer who’s been drinking. I guess the entire team can be persuasive.”
“Maybe they Imperiused him.”
“That’s not funny,” Ginny said, laughing even as she smacked at Draco. “You’re being tasteless again.”
“A Malfoy is never tasteless,” he insisted, batting her hands away. “Evil, treacherous, whatever, but never tasteless.” He grabbed her and kissed her until she quit fighting him and started kissing back. His hands were on her breasts again, kneading and pinching them, and she sighed into his lips and let him suck her tongue deeply into his mouth.
Each touch was exactly what she wanted, each pinch exactly what she craved. Draco never failed to excite her to the point of wanton abandon and today was no different. Soon her fingers were fumbling with his belt. He moved them away and pushed her onto her back.
“Be patient,” he said, leaning over her to again take her nipples into his mouth. When she was breathing heavily, he slowly kissed his way down her belly to the edge of her knickers, which were still on, though slightly askew. He kissed along that edge, stopping every so often so slide his tongue underneath. Finally, when Ginny was unable to stop herself from shifting her hips up at him, he took pity on her.
Not stopping to remove her knickers, he merely pulled them to one side, and after several more agonizing seconds of just his hot breath tormenting her, his tongue was finally right where she wanted it. No fancy stuff, just slow, leisurely licks right against her clit. She was vaguely aware that she was moaning again, but she didn’t even care.
Draco kept up his slow, careful pace until Ginny was sure she would come any second, then he stopped. Kissing his way back up her belly, taking a short detour at her breasts, he brought his mouth back to hers. She kissed him eagerly, tasting herself on his lips, twining her fingers in his hair to urge his tongue even deeper.
Ginny found his belt again, and this time her efforts to remove it were met with no protest. She worked at the buckle as she continued kissing him, but when the belt was opened she pushed him back on the bed. Turnabout was fair play, but Ginny didn’t waste any time teasing. Tugging off his trousers and shorts, she took the hard length of his cock in her hand and pumped it several times before simply enveloping it in her mouth.
Draco hissed through his teeth as she moved her tongue against the sensitive head. When she thought he was squirming enough, Ginny began licking the length of his cock slowly with her outstretched tongue, moving her hand in a steady rhythm. Then she took an impressive bit of him into her mouth again, increasing her licking and suction until his hips began jerking involuntarily.
He groaned and took her face in his hands, stopping her movements while starting his own, pumping steadily in and out of her mouth. His fingers cradled her chin, brushing her lips even as his cock did. She could feel his eyes on her without even looking, and she imagined what she must look like, her red hair a tangled mess, her open mouth eagerly taking in his cock, and she couldn’t help moaning herself.
As if that was some sort of signal, Draco stopped and got on his knees on the bed, pulling her with him. They kissed again, in a frenzy this time, and Ginny rubbed herself wantonly against his hard cock, yanking off her knickers as she did. When they were tossed aside, he took her in his arms and starting pushing and pulling at her until she figured out he was trying to get her on all fours.
Once he was behind her, he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance for so long that the pleasure of anticipation became a torture. She finally moaned out his name in a plea, and he slid easily into her, she was so wet. Then the frenzy was back, and he was plunging in and out of her, his fingers sinking into her hips, trying to find purchase. Ginny braced herself on her forearms, pushing back to make each thrust deeper.
Draco moved his hands and began kneading her arse cheeks, alternately squeezing them together and separating them. The change in friction as he did so had her crying out loudly in pleasure and she knew she was close to coming. Moving one hand around her hip, Draco began moving a finger steadily against her clit, in rhythm with his thrusts. Ginny stiffened as the waves of pleasure started crashing around her. He continued moving, each thrust into her causing another delicious ripple through her center, and she vaguely realized she was murmuring his name.
As aftershocks still coursed through her, she started moving with Draco lazily as he grabbed her hips again and picked up speed. After only a few moments, he cried out and plunged into her deeply, and Ginny felt the twitch and pulse of his orgasm as he came inside her. She only vaguely felt them collapse in a sweaty heap in the center of the bed; it was a miracle they managed to untangled themselves and stretch out on the bed, they were so spent.
Ginny rolled on her side and Draco pulled her back towards him. “How long is your vacation?” he asked sleepily.
“Two weeks,” she said, although her face was smashed into her arm and she didn’t have the energy to lift her head to make sure he heard her.
“You might kill me,” he muttered. “We’ve never done more than one night before.”
“Who said I was spending the whole vacation with you?” Ginny asked, suddenly finding the energy to raise her chin.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” he said, yawning and pulling her closer. “Why wouldn’t you?”
Ginny was sure there were a million reasons it was a terrible idea, but her mind wasn’t working so well. She was halfway asleep when she finally remembered something. “Your tasteless jokes,” she said, the sound of her own voice startling in the quiet dark.
Draco just kissed her shoulder and yawned again. “Go to sleep, Ginny.”
“Good night, Draco,” she replied, not bothering to lift her head this time.