Special delivery for mydocuments Title: Slow Burn Author: Recipient's LJ name:mydocuments Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Draco/Ginny Word Count: 1,958 Warnings: Mild bondage, underage sex (Ginny is 16). Authors notes: Many thanks to the katesque and ragdoll for being so patient. And to C for the quick beta. I tried to fit most of what mydocuments asked for (snark, bondage). Hope it works for you!
“Well, Miss Weasley, while I’m not entirely pleased to see you here, I’m sure you’ll agree that the Potions classroom is a far more agreeable place to complete your detention.”
Professor Slughorn waddled out from behind his desk and pointed to the wooden bucket and sponges in the corner. “Your task is to clean off all the students’ desks. Without,” he added when he noticed the gleam in Ginny’s eye, “using magic. Off you go now.”
Ginny made a face at his retreating back before picking up the cleaning supplies. As Slughorn reached the door, he called over his shoulder. “Someone will be checking on you in an hour, Miss Weasley. I would also like to add that while I am sympathetic to your concerns about the school, I expect nothing less than your full cooperation when performing your assigned duties. Have a good night.”
Sighing in resignation, Ginny hauled the bucket over to a sink and began to fill it with water. Slughorn was right; she should be thankful that the Carrows were not overseeing her detention tonight (though she did wonder why that was the case). Still, it didn’t do her any good to dwell on that. Best to get it over and done with, she thought to herself as she began to vigorously scrub the first desk.
After an hour of hard labor, Ginny decided that she wasn’t lucky after all; her shoulders ached and her palms were rubbed raw from all that scrubbing. As she tried to work out the kinks in her neck, her eyes caught a reflection of the door on the surface of a mirror hanging on the wall. What Ginny saw filled her with outrage.
Draco Malfoy was lurking just outside the doorway.
How long had he been standing there and spying on her? Did he come to taunt her? If so, why was he so silent?
Now more curious than angry, Ginny continued to wipe down the desk, giving no indication that she’d noticed him. This was strange, alright. He was staring intently at her, not with the usual contempt he reserved for “blood traitors” like her, but with something else. Her breath caught in her throat as she finally recognized the expression on his face.
He was looking at her with hunger.
With the shortness of her skirt and the way she was bent over the desk, Ginny realized that he had a rather nice view of her knickers. She leaned over further, pretending to be occupied with a particularly tough stain. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Draco nearly choke as more of her arse was exposed to his gaze.
The idea that Draco would fancy her was immensely exhilarating. She pushed off the desk in an exaggerated motion and lifted her arms above her head as she arched her back.
“Training for your new career?”
Ginny faked her surprise at the interruption. By the time she spun around to confront him, the desire was gone, replaced by his usual sneer.
“Oh dear, was that supposed to be insulting? Really Malfoy, you should come up with some new material, though you get points for not falling back on ‘blood traitor’.” She sighed dramatically, her lips pursed thoughtfully. “I suppose it’s not your fault. I hear lack of imagination runs in certain families.”
Draco’s eyes flashed with anger. Scowling, he said, “Slughorn says that you can go now.” Ginny could feel his eyes burning into her back as she put away the bucket and sponges. Was he aiming imaginary knives at her back? Or undressing her in his mind?
Fighting to contain the laughter that threatened to bubble out of her, Ginny squeezed past him as he blocked the doorway. “Pleasant dreams, Malfoy,” she called out over her shoulder as she skipped down the darkened hallway.
She was still smiling when she reached the common room, a fact that seemed to worry Neville Longbottom, who was sitting by the fire waiting for her.
“Ginny, are you okay?” he asked her, his usually friendly face clouded by concern.
Laying a hand on her friend’s shoulder, Ginny did her best to reassure him. “I’m fine, Neville. Just tired. I’m going up to bed. See you in the morning.”
That night, for the first time in weeks, Ginny went to sleep with a smile.
***
She was well prepared for her next detention. After Slughorn left her with instructions to dust the shelves along the back wall, Ginny removed her school robes and tossed them over a table. The length of her skirt was considered respectable two years ago. Now it barely covered the flimsy black thong (a bridesmaid gift from Fleur) she had on tonight. She began to polish the brass kettles on one of the tables while she waited.
It didn’t take long for Draco to make his appearance.
“Weasley.”
“Malfoy.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him swagger into the room and seat himself at Slughorn’s chair. “Don’t let me interrupt you,” he said, a smirk twisting his lips as he propped his feet up on the desk.
“What are you doing here?” Ginny demanded, though she knew exactly why he’d come to bother her.
“Making sure you’re doing your job. Mother always said one should keep a close eye on the help.”
Ginny gritted her teeth but said nothing; the only sign of her irritation was the loud clanging of the kettles as she stacked them on top of each other. At the sound of pages turning, she snuck a quick glance and found him immersed in the latest Daily Prophet. Looking around the room, Ginny noticed that the shelf right next to Slughorn’s desk was in immediate need of organizing. Ignoring Draco’s pointed stare, she pulled up a chair, climbed on top, and began to dust the jars, paying extra close attention to the ones in the back.
A strangled groan behind her brought a quick smile to her lips. “Something wrong, Malfoy?” she asked, her voice laced with feigned innocence. She knew that he’d caught a glimpse of her lovely new knickers.
“None of your business, Weasley,” Draco grumbled as he shifted the Daily Prophet over his lap.
By the time the hour was over, Ginny was practically shaking with excitement. Her back ached from all that bending but the effort was worth it, judging by the bright spots of color on his cheeks and tiny beads of sweat over his brows.
“You’re looking a little flushed, Malfoy.” She frowned at him in mock concern. “Better have Madam Pomfrey check you out before you infect anyone else.”
Ginny picked up her things and sailed out of the classroom. She’d counted to three before she heard the classroom door being kicked shut. Pushing aside any troubling thoughts about the dangerous game she was playing, Ginny smiled to herself and began to make plans for their next meeting.
***
The following night, Draco cornered her in the Potions storeroom. Ginny looked up from her broom as his shadow fell across the stone floor. Throwing it to the side, she placed her hands on her hips as she coolly returned his stare. “Don’t you have better things to do than bother me?”
He stepped into the tiny room, ignoring her question. His silence, combined with the intensity of his gaze, unnerved her. She turned her head slightly to look for her wand, but Draco must have read her mind. He quickly closed the distance between them and pinned her to the ladder behind her.
He cocked one pale eyebrow at her outraged expression. “Isn’t it a little late to be playing the shocked virgin?” He pointedly let his eyes fall to the front of her shirt, her nipples plainly visible underneath the worn fabric. “Tell me Weasley, why do these rags only come out for detention?”
“You’ve noticed?” Her edge of her lips curled up into a smirk as she tilted her head up to look at him. Merlin, but he was tall. “I don’t know about you, Malfoy, but I try not to wear my best clothes when doing chores.”
“That so?” he said, his eyes darkening to slate as he followed the movements of her mouth. He bent his head closer to whisper in her ear. “I know what you’re doing, Weasley. Challenge accepted.”
He slanted his mouth over hers before she could protest. When Ginny gasped in surprise, his tongue slipped eagerly between her lips to deepen the kiss.
This, she thought wildly as her body froze in shock, was not what she wanted. Wasn’t it?
Her eyes drifted shut as her tongue lightly touched his. Draco groaned in response, his fingers digging into her waist as he ground his hips against hers. Ginny lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck but he caught her wrists before she could do so. He pulled them over her head as he continued to kiss her. Lost in a haze of desire, Ginny didn’t realize that he had tugged off his tie and bound her hands until it was too late.
“What--”
“Don’t make gag you as well,” he warned her as he stepped back. “I was really looking forward to hearing you scream my name.”
Ginny shut her mouth immediately. Flashing her a wicked grin, Draco began to unbutton her shirt, pulling the halves apart to expose her to his heated gaze. She shivered lightly as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against the pale pink nipples. With a sigh, Ginny arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his palms. Draco chuckled lightly as he leaned over to suck a stiff nipple into his mouth. “They’re luscious,” he murmured softly. “But I had something else in mind.”
He fell to his knees and pushed her legs apart gently. With his head underneath her skirt, Draco began to trail feather-light kisses along her thigh. Liquid heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, the warmth spreading throughout her body. A soft moan fell from Ginny’s lips as he licked the skin on the inside of her knee. She desperately wanted to see his blonde head between her thighs and wondered why he didn’t just rip her skirt off.
Soon she felt a light tug on her damp curls. “I thought that black lacy thing was brilliant.” Draco slid his finger along her slick folds. “But this is so much better.”
His tongue and teeth seemed to be everywhere at once. Ginny bucked wildly against his face, each flick of his tongue against her clit sending her closer to the edge. “Please…” she moaned as she writhed in her bonds, her legs threatening to collapse under his relentless assault. Draco eased a finger inside her and curled it upwards. His teeth gently grazed her clit. And, just as he’d predicted, she screamed his name as she rode out her orgasm against his clever mouth.
Their heavy breaths filled the small room. Slumped against the ladder, Ginny felt Draco pull away from her. Her eyes fluttered open, just in time to see the edge of his robes disappear around the doorway.
***
“Ginny?”
“Not right now, Neville.” She stormed past her housemate and ran up the stairs. Once she reached the safety of her dorm room, she pulled out the green and silver tie Draco had left behind. It took her fifteen nerve-wracking minutes to slip out of her bonds, during which she pleaded with all the known gods in the universe that Slughorn wouldn’t walk in and find her in such a compromising position.
She crushed the tie in her fist. Oh yes, she was furious.