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Warning: This chapter is mature, though probably not as much as future chapters will be. You have been warned.

~Dirty Deeds~

Dirty. Draco found it odd that the word dirty was the first to crawl across his mind's eye. He told himself that it concerned his potential partner and not the deed itself. That he was lowering himself by walking through the doorway. That the word was the same he'd used as a child: "dirty mudbloods" "dirty paupers" "dirty muggle lovers". But he knew it wasn't true.

Dirty hadn't made his insides tingle. Dirty hadn't made his worries fade away, not in the past.

"I'm on duty," he said. The outer robe slipped off of his shoulders, and he hung it on a brass hook at the back of the door with a sweeping gesture.

"So, you can't get laid on the job?" Ginny wasn't smiling, but her voice was light with amusement. "I'd aim for something with more perks next time."

"I can't say I'm surprised to see you," she added.

Draco ignored her, staring at the room instead. He'd been nervous about being followed, but what truly sat his hair on edge was the young woman lying on the bed. He didn't want to look at her, really look at her, yet. Stepping across a soft rug on the floor, he studied the room's small array of mahogany furnishings with a displeased sneer. It was all very. . .plain.

"An inn room?" he asked.

"That's all we 'require' I suppose. Maybe we'll get something different next time."

Draco's eyes darted to hers. "Next time?"

"This works out and there'll be one. That's what we agreed on, remember. What, Malfoy, afraid you're going to mess up?"

"No," he answered with calm certainty. In truth, his fear did concern humiliation, but it had nothing to do with his performance. At least, that's what he told himself.

"Good. That would be unfortunate for both of us."

With a shallow breath, he lifted a blank mask over his face, daring himself to look at her. When he'd been younger, he'd had a hard time guarding himself from his emotions. His father had always told him to maintain his composure, something no child could comprehend. He'd been hot-headed and eager. But over the past few months, he'd learned to hold himself back. It was easier as his senses numbed to horror, as his fate became more solid and his place in the world less so.

However, he felt the brassy, snotty child in him awaken when he stared into the girl's green eyes.

"Green?" he asked without realizing it, his narrow brow cocked.

"What are you on about?" she asked. She shook her head, looking away from him, as if to hide what had stolen his attention. "Never mind. Come closer."

He stood his place, watching her shifting eyes as she rolled them and sighed to confirm her frustration.

"You're on duty, remember? We have time restraints."

Draco nodded in confirmation. When she's suggested their rendezvous, she hadn't given a time, but he'd gathered her meaning. She knew his rounds and when he had the most freedom. And he'd been in no way surprised that she'd managed to get herself across the castle without trouble.

He took a step forward, loosening his tie with one hand. It didn't need it; he'd pulled it down his collar as soon as he'd started his walk, but, for some reason, he was having a rather hard time swallowing. The wizard grew still when his thighs bounced off of the side of the mattress.

"Well?" Ginny persisted.

She wasn't undressed, at least not fully. A black robe hung from the foot of the bed, a tie over its back, and her shoes, socks, and what looked like a pair of white, folded knickers lay neatly on the floor beneath. She was still in the rest of her uniform, though, the top few buttons of her white shirt were open, orange hair spilling under the collar and over the shoulders. Her skirt was modest and waiting for movement.

Ginny crossed her bare feet at the ankles, leaning back against the iron head of the bed, her temple rested on the wall behind. The witch blinked lazily.

"What—you just want me to jump you or something?" Draco snorted.

"Do you need me to. . ." She gestured down at her uniform.

Draco opened and closed his mouth. "You want to do this with your clothes on?"

"Do you?"

"Have you done this before?"

Ginny sat a bit straighter. "Had sex? Yes, I have. And believe it or not, one can do it with clothes on."

Draco felt his cheeks heat a bit. "I won't proceed without seeing what I'm getting into."

She shrugged. "Take yours off first."

"Excuse me?"

Instead of answering, she rolled onto her knees and crawled across the width of the bed. Nearly chest to chest with his standing form, she glared at his lips and began to unbutton his shirt.

Draco snatched her hands away with cold fingers, holding them back from his body. Ginny stared in surprise at the movement. Draco felt his pulse quicken. Her body felt far too close for comfort.

"A secret?" he asked.

"I won't tell a soul, if you don't," she said.

Ginny tilted her head to the side. A moment of silence passed between them before she broke it with a groan of distress. When his eyes widened at the noise, she chuckled and broke free from his grasp, snatching his collar and yanking him down onto to the mattress.

"I can't believe this!" she scoffed.

"What?" Draco asked. He frowned at his sudden position beside her.

She put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back with a hard shove. His shoulder blades hit the bed, legs from the knees down hanging off the side. Before he could move to lift himself up, she straddled him, leaning forward to hold down his arms.

"I can't believe you're so hard to get in the sack. Good thing I grew up with brothers," she replied. She shook her head. "Who would have thought Malfoy was shy."

"You're out of your mind," Draco growled, struggling to free his hands. He pulled loose and grabbed hold of her hips to lift her always, but the movement was too much for him. The strain against his pants wouldn't let him shift her much further.

"Your cock begs to differ," Ginny noted. Her gaze was narrow , her smile tight. "I suppose a slight bit of awkwardness is to be expected in this situation. Hopefully you'll grow out of it. For now, though, I'll take the lead—and since this will probably be short, let's just leave the clothes on, shall we?"

"You little bitch!" Draco snapped.

Her hand moved between her legs, yanking at his zipper. He sucked in a quick breath when her fingers found him and began to move. Her heat was bearing down on him from above, gusts off an open flame.

"That's more like it," she sighed, her emerald eyes dancing over his pale face.

Draco glared up at her, his hands tightening against her plump hips to lift her off. She opened her mouth to protest but a startled cry came out instead when he dropped her back down onto the stiffness beneath.

"Weasel in heat," he grunted, and shut his eyes as she took the lead.