A/N: Wow, I was certainly suprised to see no death threats left in my inbox after cutting it off like that! Lol, enjoy.

Alternate ending

Draco awoke slowly from his dream, realizing that there was a warm body laying next to him. Cautiously, he looked down to see the current bane of his exsistance curled up next to him, her flaming hair contrasting brilliantly with his black shirt. More slowly still, he checked to see if there was a way to distangle himself from her without waking the sleeping girl. Her head was laying on his shoulder, her arm slung across his waist and one of her legs tangled with both of his.

It was then that he noticed that he was no longer swinging on his hammock, but rather, laying on a large black bed. And his hands were tied to the bed posts. Draco fought his natural instinct to struggle and instead looked for his wand. Which was on the nightstand. Six feet away.

"There's no way for you to excape," she murmered. She shifted slightly and he noticed her wand poked out of her pocket. His eyes travelled down, noting the tight, low-cut white shirt, the black bra underneath, her dark blue low-rise jeans that seemed to be painted on, her flat, taunt stomach...

Bad thoughts BAD thoughts BAD THOUGHTS!!

A smirk flickered across her face as he struggled with the thoughts coursing through his mind. She seemed to sense his internal struggle, as she opened her eyes and slowly looked up at him.

"It seems I finally caught you off guard," she said, streatching luxsriously, her lush body pressing against his. He had to catch himself from groaning aloud, though it was difficult. She caught him eyeing her wand. "Don't even think about it," she distangled herself from him and straddled his lap. "I have you right where I want you," she wiggled, as if to prove her point, causing him to moan as she moved over his bulge, "and I don't think I'll be letting go," her hand drifted down between their bodies. She leaned in close. "You can't tell me you won't enjoy it," Ginny whispered in his ear, her hot breath travelling down his neck.

She sat up suddenly and he groaned in dissapointment. Her eyebrows rose. "Missing me already?" she teased. And then he was staring, cross-eyed, at her wand. He swallowed nervously.

"Now Ginreva-" he began, before being cut off by her abrubt "Divesto!" and then he was naked. But so was she. He took in her body as she did his, curious, but wanting. She looked like a heathen goddess, pale, perfect... lusting...

Draco was jerked out of his musings as her mouth moved down his chest, working magic on his nipples, his belly button, down further until...

She moved away, working her way back up to his chest, then his neck. He inhaled sharply as her lips moved over him, then gasped in shock as she bit him, hard, on the swoop of his neck/shoulder. Those talented lips moved back to his ear.

"I've always enjoyed marking what's mine," she murmered hotly.

"And what makes you think I'm yours to mark," he managed to get out.

She pulled back, contemplating her next move. She could get up and leave him right now, tied to the bed, naked, hard as a rock. But then she wouldn't get what she wanted. She could bite him again, to prove her point...

He must have noticed the conflict in her eyes, because a grin lit his face and he whispered, "I was kidding. I'm yours, for tonight at least." He bumped his hips against hers, enticing a gasp.

"Well," she breathed, "I guess I'll have to make it a night you'll never forget..."

10 years later...

"Miss Weasley?" A dark haired girl poked her head through the door.

Ginny looked up from behind her desk, where she was working on the lastest design for her upcoming fashion show. "Yes, Maria, what is it?"

"A Lord Malfoy to see you," she said, her eyes glinting. Ginny sat back in her chair, suprised. She hadn't seen Malfoy since he graduated and hadn't spoken to him since... Well, since that night. She had kept up on him, reading whatever article about him that appeared in the Prophet that week. He had become a very sucessful businessman, always having just closed this deal or that. To have him come to her office...

Ginny realized that she had been drifting off and Maria was still standing at her door, smirking. She scowled at the girl and muttered, "Very well, send him in."

Maria nodded, still smirking and left. Ginny looked back down at her work, wondering if the top would really work with the bottom...

"Well, Ginreva, it seems you are doing quite well for yourself," a voice said, right above her. She looked up and had to bite back a moan. He looked absolutly yummy in a tailored black suit, his hair now short and spiky.

"Hello, Draco, it's nice to see you again. You're looking good," she said, regaining her composure and standing to shake his hand. He, instead, took it and lead her around the desk.

"And you, my dear, look simply lovely. Ginny Weasley, all grown up," Draco smirked, still holding her hand.

Her head swam at his nearness, but she held herself in check. "How can I help you today? Business or pleasure?" she asked, pulling her hand away.

"With you, it's always a pleasure," Draco purred, pointing his wand at the office door, locking and warding it. He moved closer, as she backed up, until she hit the desk and he was right in front of her. "I can't get you out of my head," he whispered, leaning in closer. "I never could. Even as children, when we were suppose to hate each other, I wanted you. That one night we shared wasn't enough. I want more. I need more." His voice dropped another octave. "I need you."

Suddenly, he was the one going backwards. "Then you shall have me," Ginny said breathlessly, then went back in for another kiss...

A/N: I'm sure you all hate me now... Lol, don't care! If anyone likes this, I've got another idea brewing for the next oneshot... Any takers?!