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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Harry_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Ginny_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy_&_Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Ginny_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Shameless_Smut, Masturbation, Public_Masturbation, Library_Sex,
      Dildos, Hogwarts_Library, Enemies, Love/Hate, Hate_Sex, Bath_Sex, Oral
      Sex, Doggy_Style, Power_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-27 Completed: 2017-05-28 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 2601
****** The Right Sort ******
by n0xx
Summary
     Draco can't get rid of an unlikely admirer.
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters.
***** Library *****
Draco Malfoy could not, for the life of him, figure out why Ginny Weasley
wouldn’t leave him alone. There were a million reasons for the Gryffindor to
absolutely despise him; he was constantly awful to her and her family
(especially her brother, Ron) and he basically stood for everything she hated.
Not to mention a slight, minor altercation during his second year which
involved a horrendously large snake and an attempt to sacrifice her to the Dark
Lord. Despite all of this, she seemed uncontrollably attracted to him and it
took everything in him to reject her advances.
He distinctly recalled one late winter evening right before Christmas break
when he’d received an anonymous note to meet someone in the library during
dinner. Everyone else would be in the Great Hall. Against his better judgement,
he went. There, in a dark, quiet corner of the library, he found Ginny sitting
on the floor. It had taken him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sight
before him; not only was the library dimly lit, but it was hard for him to
believe what he was seeing. The girl’s uniform was in a state of disarray; her
tie had been loosened, the gray skirt was hiked up around her waist, many of
her shirt buttons had been undone, and her white panties had been tossed aside
near one of the bookshelves. Draco gaze flicked to her wand, which she was
using to enchant a glass vial that was rhythmically plunging itself in and out
of her flushed pink cunt. Points for creativity,Draco thought as he swallowed
hard, unsure of what to do. Strands of Ginny’s auburn hair were plastered to
her damp forehead and his breath hitched in his throat as she lifted her gaze
to meet his.
“Like what you see?” she asked between soft moans, her makeshift dildo never
ceasing its thrusting.
“N-no,” he replied, still unable to move from his spot in front of her. He
immediately felt irritated by his lack of power. “What the hell is wrong with
you? What if someone sees you doing… this?”
“Doing what? Fucking myself? Imagining this,” she gestured to the vial, “is
your cock?”
“Stop! Stop doing that.”
“Why? Mmm, maybe you’re right,” she sighed blissfully, sliding a free hand into
her bra to gently massage her nipple. Her breathing had quickened and she
sounded like she was on the verge of cumming. “I bet your cock is much larger,
but I think I could take it. I’ve been practicing…”
Draco closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to stop his thoughts from
wandering. He could imagine her soft, perky breasts in his palms. Tiny pink
nipples. Another moan from the girl on the ground caused his eyes to snap open.
“If you’re so mad about it, why haven’t you left yet? Face it… you want me,
too.”
“No,” Draco growled through gritted teeth, angry that she was telling him what
he wanted and even angrier that the bulge in his pants was agreeing with her.
Rage built up within him. “I wouldn’t dare stoop so low as to stick my cock in
that poor, filthy cunt, Weasley.” With that, he turned on his heel and promptly
exited the library.
But his words had no effect on Ginny. As Draco left the library, he could hear
her whimpers grow louder and there was no mistaking that she had moaned his
name as she came.
***** Panties *****
The next morning, Draco found a pair of panties bundled up on his nightstand.
There was no note attached and he couldn’t imagine how they’d found their way
there, but he knew who they belonged to. Without a second thought, he grabbed
the underwear, pressed the fabric to his face and inhaled deeply. The effect of
Ginny’s scent was instant and he hated that she had that power over him.
Suddenly very aware of the sleeping housemates he shared a dorm with, Draco
quietly slipped the garment under his sheets and ran the soft fabric along the
length of his rapidly hardening member. That, paired with the visual from the
night before, brought him to a messy climax in a matter of moments. He stifled
a groan by biting his lip and hoped that no one had heard. Ginny Weasley was
wearing him down.
But Ginny’s ruthless pursuit of the young Slytherin hadn’t started with the
library. In fact, she’d been stalking him since the beginning of that year. It
made very little sense to Draco that she had waited until his last year at
Hogwarts to express interest in him, but perhaps she had realized that he would
soon be gone and so would his schlong. Draco wasn’t entirely against the
thought of fucking this girl senseless. She was attractive. Smooth skin. Nice
enough face. Perky tits. But she was a Gryffindor. Not only that, she was a
poor Gryffindor who came from a family of less than admirable (read: not
powerful, not wealthy, not corrupt) wizards. She also associated with Potter.
At least she wasn’t a mudblood. What he hated most about the situation was
Ginny’s ability to constantly catch him off guard and leave him speechless.
Draco Malfoy was never speechless.
With each advance, however, he grew weaker and weaker. He was, after all, a
teenager which meant raging hormones and unpredictable erections and
aggressively fucking his hand when he woke up from a vivid dream. Having a hot
girl offer herself up like that was hard to resist… and Ginny wasn’t just
offering herself up, she was leaving him panties, or giving him a show in the
library, or passing him dirty notes in the hall. At one point, she’d bent over
in front of him in the hallway and he was certain he’d caught a glimpse of an
emerald green thong that made his heart skip a beat. He wasn’t sure how much
longer he could hold out.
Christmas break brought a welcome reprieve from the trying atmosphere at
Hogwarts. Draco was glad to be back among his family and his belongings and his
lavish lifestyle. During that time away he decided, however, that he would take
Ginny up on her offer with one condition: it had to be on his terms. He spent
much of his vacation fantasizing about how exactly he would take Ginny Weasley
and when classes resumed, he had a solid plan in place.
It wasn’t hard to find her. It seemed she was only ever a few steps away, some
bizarre force drawing her to him at all times. With the halls bustling between
each class, no one noticed Draco grab her by the arm and pull her into an empty
corridor. It was strange being face to face with Ginny after all of the
taunting and teasing and…
“Yes, Dra--” Ginny’s voice had been a satisfied purr before the Slytherin boy
cut her off.
“Stop. It's my turn to speak. Prefect bathroom, this evening.”
***** Bath *****
“On your knees.”
“Wait. Don’t you want to kiss me first?” Ginny Weasley seemed slightly shocked
at Draco’s command. Those had been his first words upon seeing her enter the
Prefect bathroom that evening and certainly not how she’d imagined their
encounter going. Hadn't she wound this boy up for a night of passionate love
making?
“Kiss you? No.. and I'd rather not converse with you any longer than
necessary.” I’d also rather not look at you, but I need your mouth. “Don’t
speak. Just get on your knees.” This arrangement was about power, not romance.
If Draco couldn’t have control of the situation, he wasn’t interested. He had
already decided that kissing was far too personal; it would’ve allowed the
witch to be too close to him and maybe even given her some arsenal against him.
He wasn’t in love with her, he just wanted to use her and be done with her.
Much to his relief, Ginny complied. The rush of power he felt from watching her
obey him was overwhelming and caused his cock to twitch.
“Remove your shirt and bra.” Again, Ginny did as she was told. Soon she was
looking up at Draco from the cool, marble floor of the bathroom, bare breasts
out for his viewing pleasure. The bathroom was dimly lit by several floating
candles, but he still could perfectly make out the shape and color of her tits.
He had been right: tiny pink nipples. It took everything in him not to reach
out and grab them… they looked soft, warm, and probably would’ve felt
incredible against his face. He swallowed hard and found his mouth dry, but
didn’t let his façade of calmness slip. “Play with them. Do what you did in the
library.”
“I knew you liked—”
“I didn't tell you to speak. Do as you’re told,” Draco hissed, obviously
irritated by Ginny’s attempt at dirty talk.
As the auburn-haired girl began to fondle her breasts and gently pinch her
nipples, she maintained eye contact with Draco. Eventually, she elicited a few
moans from herself. She would’ve much rather had Draco touching her, but hoped
she was having an effect on him just the same.
It was only a matter of seconds before Draco unzipped his trousers, eager to
release his now painfully hard member from its fabric cage. But he stopped
there. “Take my cock out. Show me how badly you really want it.”
Ginny was quick to obey. In a flash, her slender hands were working Draco’s
belt off so that she could slide his trousers to the ground. His size was
immediately obvious through the thin fabric of his boxers and when she slipped
them off as well, his cock sprang free. It was more than substantial… thick,
flushed pink, with one large vein running through it. His pubic hair was a dark
golden color, cut short, and his balls looked smooth and heavy.
The Gryffindor found herself speechless, which was a relief to Draco, but she
also hadn’t moved since laying eyes on his now naked crotch. “Do something,
Weasley, or you will miss your chance entirely.” It seemed that Ginny’s
previous confidence was gone. She looked uncertain and perhaps a bit
intimidated.
Draco loved this.
Afraid of losing her one shot at shagging Draco Malfoy, she finally grabbed the
organ only centimeters from her face and began to stroke it. Draco couldn’t
suppress the slight jolt that went through his body at the feeling of this
contact and Ginny, in response, seemed to smirk, having regained some of her
power. The struggle between the two was painfully obvious.
Part of Draco didn’t care; he was a teenage boy having his dick stroked… what
did he have to complain about? But there was another part of him that loved
complaining. Any one of his schoolmates could tell you that. He reached out and
brushed a thumb over Ginny’s lips, willing them open, and stuck one of his
fingers in her mouth when they parted.
“Suck.”
She did.
Draco’s breath hitched in his throat immediately. He swatted Ginny’s hand away
from his crotch, removed his finger, and immediately brought his cock to the
girl’s lips. It really was a sight to behold… in fact, Draco was worried he
might blow his load right then. He rubbed the pink head along Ginny’s soft,
plump lips and she got the message, opening her mouth wider to accommodate his
girth. Within a matter of seconds, she had much of the young man’s length down
her throat.
“Bloody hell, you have been practicing.” Draco wasn’t sure he wanted to know
how or with whom (probably Potter), but he savored the delicious, velvety
feeling of Ginny Weasley’s mouth all the same. “Fuck…”
Ginny let out a soft “mmm” and the vibrations against his cock made his heart
race even faster. She ran a hand up one of his muscled thighs and underneath
his shirt, where she explored his athletic physique. The other hand, however,
gently cupped and massaged his balls. This wasn’t Draco Malfoy’s first time,
but he suddenly doubted his ability to last more than a few moments… and
cumming early like a little boy would surely damage Draco’s reputation.
He let her continue for a few more seconds before grabbing a fistful of her
hair and pulling her off of his cock; it made a loud, wet 'pop' as it left the
suction of her mouth. “Stand up. Remove the rest of your clothing. We’re
getting in the bath.” Before waiting to see if Ginny would comply, Draco turned
away and removed his shoes, boxers, and trousers. He left them in a pile on the
floor. As he approached the tub, which was slowly filling with colorful,
scented bubbles, he removed his tie and shirt, discarding them as he walked.
The warm water of the tub felt divine on his body and he let out a small sigh
of relief when he heard Ginny enter the water behind him. He turned to her.
Part of him did want to kiss her, but instead he reached out and placed his
hands on her chest. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the soft
flesh under his fingers.
“Mmm, that feels lovely, Draco…”
But Draco didn’t care of it felt nice for her and the fact that it did made him
halt his ministrations immediately. He placed his hands on her hips, turned her
around and promptly bent her over the edge of the large, stone tub, pushing her
face and chest down firmly. This elicited a sharp gasp from the girl – the
stone was cold! Draco then wasted no time in positioning himself between the
soft folds of her cunt and forcing himself in roughly.
“And this? Does – this – feel – nice?” Draco growled between thrusts, digging
his fingers into her hips.
“Mmmph!” Ginny was gritting her teeth as he plowed into her. It felt divine.
She didn’t even care that she was being used like a fuck toy. In fact, she kind
of liked it. “Fuck!"
Draco was in heaven. The echo of him laying an open hand on her ass rang
through the entire bathroom, as did her sharp cry in response. “This is what
happens when you tease me!” he told her, thrusting harder. “You are not in
control, Weasley.”
Ginny whimpered, loving the feel of Draco’s cock inside of her. She attempted
to reach back and touch herself, but found her wrist pinned down by a firm
hand.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” His thrusting slowed. “You are not in
control. I am.”
“Draco, I just--”
“Say it.”
“You’re in control.”
Draco leaned forward, pinning both of Ginny’s wrists down and quickened his
pace. His lips were up against her shoulder as he approached his climax. He
loved the feeling of his balls slapping Ginny’s clit, which had received no
attention during their entire encounter. In spite of that, she was still
moaning loudly, and she sent him over the edge by repeating, “You’re – in – con
– trol – Dra – co!”
His vision seemed to swim as he delivered a few final thrusts, pumping Ginny
full of what felt like an endless amount of cum. The Slytherin boy collapsed on
top of her, breathing hard and let his guard down for a moment. Before Ginny
could deliver some moronic comment to ruin the moment, Draco slid himself out
of her, groaning as his now overly sensitive prick hit the water, and turned
her towards him. He crushed his lips to hers (much to her surprise) for a rough
kiss, then looked her in the eye. “Leave.”
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