This is a smut biscuit written for Ann (MemoriesFade). Happy Belated Birthday, Sunshine! And Merry Christmas, too! :3
She's pretty and I like her but she's too well
Cause I need red flags and long nights
And she can tell
Red Flags and Long Nights
Ginny twirled the goose-feather quill between her fingers before launching it into the air. The quill soared across her desk and landed on the pile of papers she had neatly finished stacked not some hour ago, scattering the bundle of parchment onto the floor.
She had spent the entire morning arranging those blasted papers and now she would have to go over and rearrange them. Ginny wasn't looking forward to that kind of fun so she just sat in her chair, moaning and whinging for a few more minutes before finally embarking on the tedious task.
Ginny had been working in the criminal law library for the past three months as an intern for Greymaulkin's and Associates. The young witch was working towards her law degree, intent on becoming a barrister. In order to facilitate this goal she had to serve a four-month internship at the wizarding law firm before she could be granted permission to write the bar.
When she joined the firm Ginny had assumed she would have been given a co-op position as a legal aid or at least a researcher or law librarian. Instead she was made a lowly law clerk, forced to research litigation and arbitrary laws (mainly ownership and property laws), as well as assist legal aides and the occasional barristers in their research.
All in all, it was dreadfully boring.
Her boss, William Croft, was a retired barrister and Muggle law professor. He was a pleasant man who gave Ginny free reign of the basement and offered to write her a glowing recommendation when she graduated wizarding law school.
While Ginny had to admit that she was learning a lot about researching and the law system itself (but not the judicial system like she had hoped), her job was agonisingly dull and sedentary, making her once skinny arse a bit too round and plump for her tastes. While a round arse was all fine and good for filling out denims, she had to worry about the same thickness spreading to her thighs and other areas.
Her shape didn't bother her that much since it wasn't like she had to worry about impressing her boyfriend; mainly because she didn't have one. At twenty-three Ginny's life consisted of school and work. She had broken it off with Harry when she first attended Athertons, one of the United Kingdom's few wizarding post-secondary institutions. It wasn't just that she didn't have time for the hero anymore. She had confessed to him and to herself that the school-yard infatuation was just that, infatuation, and it had quickly lost its lustre. Harry was sweet and handsome but quite the dullard without Hermione and Ron around to cheer him on.
Harry was dating Luna now and Ginny was happy for the both of them. Harry really needed someone who would be fine with not being paid attention to all the time as well as perfectly satisfied with not being a part of the Trio. Luna was the ideal girlfriend for that and Ginny was grateful.
Letting out a sigh, Ginny tried not to think of her expanding waistline and picked up an apple from her desk. She took a bit and chewed slowly, surveying her spacious office. She shared it with Mr Croft, who had a private room behind hers with an enchanted window view. She absently wondered where her boss currently was when Ernie, the post boy, came down on the lift and peeked his head in through the door. He waved to Ginny and the redhead politely waved back, grinning at the short boy with a mouth full of apple bits.
"Hey, Ginny. You have post!" He set down a stack of envelopes and a medium-sized package on her desk. "Looks like someone sent you a gift."
Ginny swallowed her apple (which she affectionately referred to as an 'apply') and thanked Ernie, who took off to finish his route. She immediately set the other letters aside and picked up her 'gift'. There was a card taped to the top of the blue tissue paper and Ginny ripped it off, opening it up to read.
I hope these items will help keep your mind off how boring your job is and assist you with getting back to 'shape', in both body and in mind. ;o)
Ginny set down the card and laughed. Just last week she had complained to her brother about how sedentary her lifestyle was and now apparently he had sent her a gift to help remedy her lethargy. How sweet.
She quickly unwrapped the package with the eagerness of a child opening presents on Christmas morning. Her eagerness, however, was replaced with puzzlement when she saw what was inside the square box. Frowning, she pulled out several recent copies of PlayWitch and what looked to be a skipping rope.
Ginny eyed both 'gifts' nervously, as it was not like George to send her such things—maybe Percy because he was such a big poof, but not George. She grabbed her wand and began tentatively poking at the magazines. In her impatience to open the package she had forgot to test whether or not the items had been booby-trapped (never put it past a Weasley twin).
Ginny performed a few revealing spells and found that everything seemed to be okay. She set down her wand and picked up one of the PlayWitches. She began to leaf through it and then abruptly stopped, setting it down on her desk with wide, shocked eyes.
Those were some rather revealing pictures.
Suddenly the lift made a noise and Mr Croft stepped off, striding into the office with a guest who lingered behind at the door. Ginny hastily opened her bottom drawer and shoved the magazines and rope inside. She didn't need to be caught red-handed with porn in her possession.
"Ginny." Mr Croft greeted Ginny with a nod and a smile. "As you know, I am retiring this year, but I'm afraid I'll be moving my departure date up to today."
Ginny frowned. She knew that Mr Croft's wife was ill, so she assumed the elderly lady must have taken quite the downturn if her husband was retiring a few months early.
"I am leaving right now, actually. I just came by to show my replacement here his new office and introduce him to you." Mr Croft motioned with his hand to the tall young man standing rigidly in the corner.
Ginny looked past the older wizard and squinted to focus on the handsome-looking blond standing behind Mr Croft. Her almond-shaped eyes met cold grey ones and she scowled.
"Malfoy," she almost spat, and Mr Croft raised a white, bushy eyebrow.
"You know Draco, then?" Ginny reluctantly nodded. "Did you tow go to school together?" He turned to Draco, who politely inclined his head.
"Yes, Wea—Ginny was a year behind me at Hogwarts."
"This should be interesting; an ex-Gryffindor and an ex-Slytherin working together." Mr Croft laughed but neither Ginny nor Draco joined him. The older wizard cleared his throat rather uncomfortably. "Well, I will be leaving now. Ginny, I trust you to show Draco around the office and make him feel welcome." He walked over to the lift where Draco stood and put a hand on his shoulder. "Take good care of her, Draco. She is a wonderful girl."
Draco nodded curly and the two wizards shook each other's hands in a cordial manner. Mr Croft then turned to the redhead with his arms wide open. Ginny grinned and got up from her chair, quickly walking over to him, and gave the older wizard a big hug.
"I'm going to miss you, Mr Croft," Ginny said, sniffling softly into the older man's robes.
"Call me William." He gave her one last squeeze. "I will be back for my retirement party at the end of the month."
Ginny nodded and stood back, watching her former boss to leave. She tried in vain to hold back the tears but she was a sentimental girl. She couldn't stop the salty wetness from trickling down her cheeks. When the older wizard finally took the lift up and vanished, Ginny turned to Draco and scowled.
"What do you want?"
"It has been a long time since I saw you last, Ginny. You look well."
He smiled and extended his hand, which she regarded it as if it were a poisonous snake. After a moment, however, she reluctantly took it. She wanted to ask him why he was addressing her by her first name but she decided not to. It was better than being called 'She-Weasel' or 'Weaselette'. Perhaps Draco had matured since Hogwarts. He seemed friendly enough, but she still didn't like him. A ferret always remained a ferret, no matter what kind of fancy clothing you dressed him up in.
Still, Ginny couldn't help but subtly appraise the tall man standing in front of her. She subtly looked him up and down and she had to admit that he had filled out nicely over the years. His eyes were still piercing and grey, but his chin was a little less pointed and his features were a little stronger, less angular. While she may have hated the arrogant sod in school, she was well-aware of how handsome he was. It was his eyes that always made him stand out in a crowd; that and his shock of white-blond hair.
"So why are you filling in for Mr Croft?"
Ginny knew that Draco could not have possibly achieved the older wizard's position yet. He didn't have enough experience, even if he did pass the bar. Plus, his influence wasn't that strong to allow him to acquire such a prominent position so soon.
"Well, I just passed the bar," he said, as if reading her thoughts, "and I was offered the temporary position by one of the partners who happens to be an old Slytherin mate of my father's."
"So not all of your father's friends were Death Eaters?"
"No," he drawled. "I knew you'd find out how I got the position, either from William or someone else, so I figured I might as well be upfront about it."
"There's a first for everything."
When she saw the dark look pass over Draco's face, she frowned. She had gone and put her foot in her mouth again. She had a nasty habit of doing that.
Ginny had to admit she was rather surprised Draco was being so honest with her. He was right; she would have eventually found out but it was decent of him to tell her. She knew that with his father in Azkaban Draco was nowhere near as influential as he once was, so he had to rise on his own merit—and rise he did. Even Ginny had heard of Draco's success at Athertons before she arrived there. He had been first in all of his classes, in the top one percentile even. He could have given Hermione a run for her money.
"Well, I guess I will show you to Mr Croft's―your office, I mean."
She began to lead him towards the back of the room and he followed closely, scrunching up his nose when he saw the dilapidated state that Mr Croft had left his office in. He really was not a tidy man.
"Have fun with that." Ginny motioned to the messy office with a grin and turned to leave, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"What do you mean?" When he caught her eyeing his hand, he quickly dropped it. "Aren't you going to help me with this?"
Ginny snorted. "I have my own work to do, Malfoy." And with that she went over to her pile of papers she had earlier disturbed with her quill and began sorting them into their proper piles.
After ten minutes she was seized with a caffeine craving. She would have to go upstairs and get some coffee. Normally she drank tea but tea was too relaxing. Right now she wanted to feel tense, so coffee would do nicely. She really wasn't sure how working for Draco Malfoy was going to be. If he remained a gentleman-like, then they would be okay. If he started bossing her around, then the blond would be in for one hell of a rude awakening.
It turned out that Draco was a mixture of bossy and mannerly. While he was generally quite formal and polite, he had an annoying habit of ordering Ginny around, or at least that was her opinion. Draco thought he was being uncharacteristically gracious, saintly really. He was her boss, after all. Wasn't he supposed to tell her what to do?
Regardless, Ginny's natural inclination was to tell Draco to 'stuff it'. Luckily for her she had learnt over the years to mutter such vitriolic witticisms under her breath. Likewise, Draco had learnt to tame his more arrogant side... somewhat.
Their dialogue over the past few days had taken on a natural flow and anyone observing from the outside would have probably taken it for playful banter, even flirting. However, anyone who knew the two would have seen that Ginny's words packed a lot of venom while Draco seemed to enjoy prodding her for the fun of it. Ginny was, after all, quite easy to rile up, and the ex-Slytherin found this extremely entertaining.
In the beginning Draco had been apprehensive about Ginny working for him. He knew she had to be qualified and was most likely a hard worker, but she was a Weasley. When William Croft finally introduced them, Draco had felt a different kind of unease—the Weasley girl had grown up to be quite attractive. While she was not necessarily his taste, she had a wild sort of appeal to her that was rather seductive in its own way; 'sexy' was the term. She was one of those natural beauties, an easy fixer-upper (not that he wanted to fix her up).
Draco also noticed that the redhead actually had some fashion sense. As opposed to the imagined hand-me-downs and ratty jumpers, she wore pencil skirts and jackets and heels that showed off the shapely curve of her calves.
Today she wore a black just-above-the-knee skirt without stockings, three-inch black leather pumps, and a sheer black blouse with a black singlet underneath. Her bright red hair was done up in a stylish plait with tiny black flowers adorned throughout and her face was lightly done up with make-up to accentuate the almond shape of her eyes.
Draco knew this outfit was for his benefit, even though she would never admit it. Why else would she wear a rather revealing and potentially risqué outfit when it was only the two of them holed up in a library basement? Who was going to see what she wore? Him, that's who. Needless to say, Draco appreciated the effort and for the past two weeks he had done nothing but fantasise about throwing the redhead down on his desk and having his way with her, especially when she was being flippant with him.
They had been working together for nearly two weeks and the bickering didn't appear to be slowing down. They did keep the yelling to a dull roar, though.
Draco walked out of his office to see Ginny sitting at her desk, rubbing at her bare calve. She had failed to wear stockings so little goosebumps had broken out all over her skin. He had thought to adjust the heat in the room until he noticed that the cold caused 'bumps' in other areas. If she was really uncomfortable, she could just use her wand and fix the temperature herself; so for now he'd keep his mouth shut and enjoy the view.
"Weasley, I need you to get me the research file on Yaxley versus Winterburn."
She slammed her palms on the edge of her desk and glared up at him. "Get it yourself, Malfoy. I'm not your slave!"
"No, but you are my assistant and last time I checked fetching files is assistant work."
"Fine!" She stormed over to the lift. "But I'm getting a coffee and you get nothing!" She gave him her best 'mean' look as the gate closed in front of her.
Draco shook his head and smiled to himself. Luckily the Weasley girl (she seemed to get angry when he addressed her by her given name) was a rather good researcher and quite intelligent. He noted 'luckily' because she made a rather piss-poor assistant as she tried to block him at every step, refusing to aid him. He knew this was because of their past (did they have a past?), but it got annoying quite quickly. He would have to have a talk with her or something. If only he could just tie her down and whip her. Okay, maybe not whip. Spank. Yes, spanking would do nicely. It would do them both a bit of good.
Just as the redhead with the terrible last name left, Draco received a Floo call from Greymaulkin himself, demanding that he bring the Hanson case up to his office within the next hour. Draco told the haughty wizard that he would bring it up immediately, but the aged man informed the blond that he had a meeting until half-past noon so he would have to wait to deliver it until after then. With a sizzle of green fire and mist, Greymaulkin's face vanished from the fireplace.
Draco turned around and began to rummage through his desk for the file. Nothing. After scouring his entire office he became rather agitated. He left his office and went over to Ginny's desk, opening and closing drawers, looking for the blasted case file. He opened the bottom drawer and was about to rummage through it when he spotted numerous copies of PlayWitch and a length of rope.
Draco looked up to see Ginny coming off the lift with a coffee in hand. The mug fell to the floor and shattered into a dozen pieces with hot coffee flying everywhere. Obviously she had caught him with her PlayWitches and rope. She had apparently forgot that she had left such items in her desk drawer.
"Malfoy, I can explain."
"I'm sure you can. And I'm sure it will be a riveting tale, Weasley."
"Read porn?" Draco held up the magazines. "And you also like to skip rope after. Or is that for before—to work up an appetite, if you will?" He tried desperately not to laugh aloud, but it was a losing battle.
"They were gifts!"
"From friends or family?" He absently flipped open one of the magazines to peruse when a small card fell out, which he caught and opened. "'Enjoy, George?'" He raised a pale eyebrow. "He's one of your brood, is he not?"
Ginny scowled and folded her arms beneath her breasts. "George is my brother."
"You know, maybe that's what I needed whilst growing up: a brother. I seem to be greatly missing out on sibling love and gifts of pornography."
She rushed towards and he spotted her wand on her desk and grabbed it. Swiftly pocketing it, he backed himself into his office, still holding onto the magazines and rope. He couldn't help but grin. He was having far too much fun with this.
"I must say, Weasley, your family's idea of a gift is slightly different from mine. Although, I'd much rather have my 'gift' be in the flesh and not on paper."
Ginny bristled with indignation. "Just give them back, Malfoy!"
She finally reached him, backing the blond straight into his desk, and Draco annoyingly held her magazines out of reach, dangling them high up in the air. The petite redhead was far too short to reach them and had to jump, yet she still failed to acquire them. Draco openly laughed at her expense. This was far too priceless. Where was a camera when he needed one?
"C'mon, Weasley, jump a little higher. You can do it," he encouraged, and she growled before sucker-punching him in the gut.
Draco doubled over in shock and pain, dropping the magazines and rope, as Ginny managed to fish her wand out of his pocket. However, at this point Draco had already recovered and had his own wand withdrawn and disarmed her, sending her weapon flying out the door underneath her desk. Draco then closed his office door and locked it with his wand, picking the rope up off the floor.
"So what exactly is this for?"
Ginny ran over to the other side of his desk and held onto the top of his chair, looking furtively about the room.
"Malfoy, just let me go!"
"I'm not going to hurt you, Weasley." He rubbed at his stomach in pain. She was a strong little bint.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you to tell me what the pornography and rope are for."
"I told you. They were gifts!"
"All right then," he said, although he looked none-too-convinced. "I'm going to give you a 'gift' then Weasley." He used his wand to spin his chair around and make her sit down in it and then pointed his wand and the rope in his hand and directed it at Ginny. "Incarcerous via rope."
In a matter of seconds Ginny was securely bound with the soft rope. Though one would look at the thing and assume that it was a child's skipping rope, it was actually made of silk and extremely soft and warm to the touch. As it snaked around her, the rope began to heat up and hum, vibrating against her skin.
"What is this―?" She immediately stopped talking and closed her eyes, feeling her body react in ways that she had not felt in years.
"It's 'play' rope, Weasley." He squatted down next to her and traced a finger along the soft rope. "It's used for light bondage and sense-stimulation play, which was why I was surprised that you had it, though not nearly as surprised as I was at seeing the porn."
Ginny opened her eyes. He was so close to her now, talking gently and soothingly, almost seductively. She could smell his cologne, something spicy and manly, and then the rope began to slide its way in between her legs, rubbing against her inner thigh. She trembled.
"Let me go," she whispered, and Draco slowly took his wand and began to trace the front of her blouse with it.
"Why, is it uncomfortable?"
"Malfoy," she moaned, feeling his wand brush over a sensitive areola, and Draco felt his trousers constrict at her mentioning of his name. For some reason, hearing his last name from her lips made him rather hot and bothered.
"I never took you for the playing sort, Weasley." He set his wand down and began to use his fingers instead, causing her to whimper at his touch. "But then redheads are known for being wild in the bedroom, are they not? Too bad we are just in an office."
She let out a cry as his lips brushed against a sensitive nipple. He knew he was going too far. Yes, she had porn and play toys in her desk and, yes, she had been dressing somewhat provocatively at work as of late, but that did not give him an open invitation to molest her. But Draco couldn't help himself.
He began to wonder if the magazines and the rope were enchanted, enticing one to get into the 'mood'. As much as he tried to will himself to stop touching her, he couldn't. It had to be a spell. He couldn't be doing any of this of his own volition, could he?
Draco picked up his wand and muttered a silencing charm, drowning out any noises that they would make to those potentially listening outside the office door. Ginny made no obvious noise of protest as he went back to flicking his tongue along a hardened nipple. Wanting to taste her directly, Draco began to slowly undo each button on her blouse and lifted up her singlet to reveal pink nipples visible through a sheer black bra.
He watched her face as he began to pull the material down, allowing a small pink nub to pop out. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back in bliss and he clamped his teeth around the tiny nipple and began to suck gently before moving onto the other, alternating back and forth. Ginny let out an audible gasp and glanced down at him.
Her rosebud mouth was parted and wet, open and inviting, and he couldn't resist temptation any longer. Draco stood up and crushed his lips to hers and she moaned into his mouth as he slipped his tongue inside and danced it along with hers. She wasn't allowing him to kiss her; she was demanding him to. Her kiss, like her temper, was wild and passionate. He couldn't get enough of her.
They broke away for a moment to breathe and then his hands were all over her body once again, tweaking her nipples as his mouth crashed back down on hers.
"Malfoy, take off the ropes!" she ordered, as she broke off their kiss.
He reached down to grab his wand and removed them without thinking. Ginny was on him so suddenly that he thought she was going to grab his wand and hex him. Instead, the redhead pushed him back onto his desk and climbed on top so that she was straddling his lap, rubbing her tiny frame against his erection.
Her skirt began to rise up and he snaked a hand up the inside of her thigh. She moaned in such a way that his body couldn't help but react and he slid his fingers under her skirt and watched her face to note her reactions.
The warmth of her body met his hands and he began to draw small circles on the top of her knickers. She arched her hips and pressed herself into his nimble fingers, which were curling between her legs. She made no more movements as she closed her eyes and Draco slipped his index and middle finger between the fabric of her knickers and her sensitive flesh, tracing them along her smooth lips.
Ginny bit down on her lip and let out a whimper as Draco mercilessly teased the tip of his middle finger inside her wet folds. Then he grabbed her and lifted her off the desk, standing her up on her feet. He knelt before her, pushing her arse against the edge of the desk, and hooked two of his fingers around the crotch of her knickers and deftly tugged them off, making her step out of them. He then pushed her arse back down onto the desk and spread her creamy white thighs open wide and went back to work on her silky smooth lips, sliding a finger deep inside her folds.
She cried out and bucked against his palm before leaning forward to latch her mouth onto his neck, sucking on it tenderly as she elicited a feral growl from his throat. He lowered his head to hers and found her lips, hungrily plying her mouth open with his tongue, stealing insatiable kisses as he slid a second finger inside. He felt her wetness drip down onto his knuckles and she moaned loudly into his mouth.
She was so deliciously tight. The insides of her velvet folds were like warm satin. He curled his two fingers back in a come-hither motion and he felt her floodgates begin to lift. She began to tremble against him, crying softly, and he smiled. Draco, however, could not be easily sated with giving her only the one petite mort.
He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, licking them. She blushed but he only grinned, sliding between her legs as he pushed her skirt up past her waist and spread her thighs wide. Kneeling down, he pulled her close to his eager mouth. Ginny made to protest but he grabbed the rope from the floor and effectively tied the upper half of her body with a simple nonverbal command.
He had it snake around her upper body, binding her arms to her sides, and Ginny arched her back in ecstasy as the rope did laps around her sensitive nipples. Draco smirked and went back to his own task, spreading her lower lips apart.
He noticed that she did not wax or shave; instead, she had blonde peach fuzz, almost invisible and silky smooth to the touch. His smirk turned into a wolfish grin when he thought of what fun he could have with her and wax. Like the hue of her skin, her small pussy was a light shade of pink, healthy and glistening. He reached out with his tongue and began to flick at her clit, eliciting mewling sounds from her bound body above.
His grin widened and he decided to devour her whole, shoving his tongue all the way inside her wet folds. Ginny cried out as he began to lap at her pussy, alternating between her cunny and her clit, sending her into violent tremors until she (and he) could take no more.
Draco stood up and licked his lips, releasing the bonds from her body. Ginny sat up and immediately attacked him, tearing off his shirt. The petite redhead ran her fingers all along his smooth, toned chest and down the hard planes of his stomach. As he undid his belt with one hand the other intermittently squeezed at her breasts.
He leaned down and brought his lips to hers, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. When he finally dropped his shirt, trousers, and boxers to the floor, she had hooked her ankles around his arse and drew him directly on top of her.
Draco growled, pining Ginny down on the desk as his cock fell between her thighs. Her eyes were half-lidded with desire and she licked at her lips. Her skirt was just a line at her waist now and her blouse was somewhere on the floor. Her singlet was still rolled up above her creamy white breasts, which were still being held in by her bra. Hard pink nipples jutted out just above the seam, still swollen from his earlier ministrations.
Slipping off her singlet, Draco undid her bra and discarded it on the floor with the rest of her clothes, allowing Ginny's beautiful splendour to spill free. He then put a mouth to a taut nipple and closed his eyes, sucking greedily as he rubbed his tumescent member between the apex of her thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh.
Ginny became impatient and began to adjust herself, holding onto his hips with her small hands as she pulled him in close. He reluctantly let go of her pink nub and grabbed onto her thighs before pressing himself forward into her warm wetness. He bit down on his lip in half-pleasure, half-pain as he slid himself inside, feeling her walls close in around him.
He continued to press inside until he felt some resistance and broke through, eliciting a shocked cry from her lips. They both froze as she opened herself wider to receive him and he looked down at her, feeling her body pull him in deeper. He decided to give her a little time to adjust to his length and bent down to kiss her. Then he slid in all the way to the hilt and she arched her back, taking in a deep breath.
The feverish pitch returned and Ginny began to moan loudly, spurring him on with her throaty adulations. Draco lowered his mouth to hers and the energy between them began to mount until he was thrusting into her, causing her to bite down on his bottom lip and grab onto the edges of the desk to hold onto tightly.
Draco held the nimble redhead's hips and pinned her down. Thrusting deeper and faster, he purposely ground against her so that he was rubbing her clit with the base of his cock. It was then that Ginny went wild and began to scream, lifting up her hips and rocking against him. She was strong she was almost able to lift him off the desk. She reached her arms up around his neck and his hands wandered to her breasts, taking her sensitive nipples between his fingers. He bent down and took one hard, pink nub into his mouth, and she wailed in delight as he sucked greedily, muttering profanities that he had never even heard of till now.
She was panting now, and he could feel her walls begin to spasm, opening and closing around him. He angled the groove and pitched deeper, turning his hips into her. She kissed him, muffling her own cries into his mouth. Her tongue was cold and she was trembling, a tremble that started low and moved up throughout her frame until she was shaking beneath him. And he held her there, driving into her as she cried out on the desk.
She began to thrash about and he pinned her down so that she had nowhere to go. It was like she was trying to crawl away from the pleasure. Her pleasure now was on the cusp of pain and she began crying out her orgasm. He let her head loll back and paused only for a moment before manoeuvring himself onto the desk so that they were both laying on their sides. He lifted her leg up as he slipped his cock back inside and began to thrust into her with deep, hard strokes.
He continued to fuck her like this, deep and hard, over and over and over. She opened her eyes in shock and pleasure, lifting her knee up towards her chest, allowing him to penetrate her deeper.
"Fuck me, Malfoy! Fuck me!"
And with that cry he reached around and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look back at him. She did not resist and only stared into his stormy, grey eyes. In turn, Draco's eyes lingered on her pretty freckled face and her tousled red hair splayed out on the desk beneath them. He could feel the wetness between her legs start to drip down his cock and his eyes finally met hers. His stomach began to coil and contract and he held his breath for a second before grunting and releasing inside her in almost painful ropes.
Pulse after pulse, he filled her up and he let out another guttural cry as he thrust himself inside even deeper, holding himself to her small frame as she reached back and dug her nails into his hips. They both shook with pleasure and his vision began to blur as he collapsed beside her. He rested his head on her shoulder and felt his whole body relax. He slipped an arm underneath her neck while he draped the other over her waist and she let out a satisfied yawn before nestling her arse into his crotch.
After several minutes of dozing, Ginny stirred first and Draco felt his body move with her. He had one small breast in his hand and her hair was spread out on the desk, falling between her back and his chest. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, the only clothing she had on, and her legs were interlocked with his.
Draco went to move and found that he was still hard. With little manoeuvring, he slid himself back inside her and she gasped. He slowly rocked his hips and she thrust back into him.
Had they even stopped fucking?
Suddenly a knock came upon the door and Draco's head shot up. He had almost forgot about the Hanson report. Had an hour already passed? They had just dozed off for a moment, he had hoped. Thank Merlin he had silenced the room.
"Weasley, get up! It's Greymaulkin!"
Ginny's eyes shot open and she tried to slide off him. Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy with him still being so hard and it was almost impossible to pull out without doing some serious damage to the petite girl. So Draco held onto the redhead's hips and slowly eased himself out of her warm wetness with a sigh. The two of them then scrambled to their feet and gathered their clothing, throwing on whatever they could find as they attempted to look normal and not as though they had just spent the last forty-five minutes thoroughly shagging one another.
Draco hurriedly did up the buttons of his Oxford shirt and straightened his tie before opening the door. There in front of him stood a small slip of a girl with insanely long blonde hair and silver-blue eyes and a frizzy-haired brunette with an equally large mouth open wide in shock.
"Er, Malfoy?" Hermione Granger closed her mouth and furrowed her brow as she examined the tall blond who looked slightly red in the face. "Is Ginny around?" She peered past his shoulder. "We're here to take her to lunch."
The redhead came up from behind Draco and smiled at her two mates as she tucked a few errant strands of hair behind her ear. "Hey, Hermione, Luna. I was just helping Malfoy here with a file."
"Sure," Granger said, although he didn't look all that convinced. Instead she turned her attention back to Draco, who felt rather uncomfortable with the Mudblood and the Loony girl staring so strangely at him.
"What is it, Granger?" Was she never taught manners?
"Malfoy—" the brunette cleared her throat and pointed down "your, er, thingy is showing."
"What, thingy? Aren't you supposed to be educated, Granger?" He raised a pale blond eyebrow, genuinely perplexed. "What are you saying?"
"Penis," Loony said, staring intently at Draco's equipment. "She means your penis."
Draco's eyes widened in sudden realisation and he reached his hands down to the front of his trousers to fumble about for the zipper, feeling that, indeed, his 'thingy' was sticking out. Ginny suddenly doubled over in laughter, much to Draco's chagrin, while the Loony girl continued to stare at his groin as the Mudblood looked away, seeming to whistle innocently to herself.
"Yes, well—" he cleared his throat and properly concealed himself "—Weasley, you can have the rest of the day off if you can tell me where the Hanson case is."
"Thanks, Boss." Ginny then pointed to the filing cabinet at the back corner of his office. "Top drawer, filed under 'H'."
Draco glowered and shook his head. No way it could possibly be that easy. He went over the filing cabinet and opened it, immediately locating the specified file where she said it was. Figured. He had two minutes to run this up and deliver it Greymaulkin. It turned out that the Weasley girl had more uses than one, and he was determined to find out what those other talents were—later.
Ginny shot Draco a devilish smirk before picking up her jacket and making her way out of the office. She grabbed her two girlfriends by their arms and escorted them towards the lift, unable to remove the grin from her lips. Maybe working with Draco wouldn't be all that bad after all.
"Oh, Weasley," Draco called out, and Ginny stopped to turn around. "Could you owl your brother for some more 'exercise equipment'? I would like to start a training regimen with you tomorrow."
Now it was his turn to smirk and Ginny found herself blushing several shades of pink as she tried not to laugh. Instead, she urged her two best mates forward, determined to leave the office immediately before she got into any more trouble.
"What was that all about?" Luna glanced up at Ginny, who hastily ushered them all inside the lift.
"Oh, nothing." Ginny pressed the button for the main floor and began to rock nervously on the balls of her feet.
"Probably has something to do with Malfoy's 'thingy'," Hermione quipped with a cheeky grin, and Luna shook her head.
"Penis," she corrected, and Ginny let out a howl of laughter as the gate closed in front of them.
Yes, she might just enjoy working for Draco Malfoy—as long as it occasionally called for the use of his incredible 'thingy'.
Author notes: There were so many inside jokes in this story that it probably wasn't funny to anyone but those on the forum, but I'm sure the smut made up for some of that. Lol. Now I have a feeling that there will be some 'thingys' that I will never live down.
Incidentally, the title and lyrics above were taken from the group She Wants Revenge. I was listening to Red Flags and Long Nights while writing this. I know the title and/or song has nothing to do with this story, but this is SWP, people! Deal! ^_~
Special thanks goes to scubarang for going over the smut for me (and making me choke on my own phlegm due to her hilarious in-text comments—'possessed bra', anyone?). Ann, you had an expert on the job. ^_~