One mile to every inch of

Your skin like porcelain

One pair of candy lips and

Your bubblegum tongue

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face

I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and

Though I might leave to find it

I'll never let your head hit the bed

Without my hand behind it

Damn baby

You frustrate me

I know you're mine all mine all mine

But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body is a wonderland

-Your Body is A Wonderland by John Mayor

Draco left Ginny by the edge of the tub and went to turn off the hot water, letting the tub cool to a temperature that was tolerable. After it had filled up the rest of the way, he swam back to Ginny. She sat on the stone bench that lined the edges of the tub, the warm water up to her breasts, her short hair hanging limply around her head.

“Are you sure you want me to wash you? I’ll have to touch you. I don’t want to get punched again.”

She smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. “I’m okay now. I won’t hit you. I want you to touch me.”

Draco shuddered at her words, and, leaning his face into her hand, kissed her palm. “Turn around.”

She did as he told her, and he grabbed the shampoo, squirting it onto her head. Draco kneaded it into her hair gently, mesmerized by the way her hair felt under his hands, the way she leaned back into him, her bare back against his chest. He dipped her back into the water to let it rinse out, and he briefly felt like he was baptizing her. Her hair splayed out in the water under her, and her breasts floated up above the bubbles. Draco lightly touched Ginny’s neck, then ran two fingertips down between her breasts as the bead of sweat had done in his dream.

Ginny rose back up and kneeled in front of him, handing him the wash cloth. Draco touched it to her forehead, dabbing at a cut there and washing the blood off of it. He trailed it down her cheek, gently cleaning the rest of her face, then her neck. He washed every inch of her body, her ankles, legs, arms, stomach, and back. Draco shuddered when he touched her breasts, and tried to ignore how uncomfortably tight his pants had become, made even worse by the fact that they were soaking wet. He could not bring himself to meet her eyes when his hands trailed down her lower back to the mound of her butt. Instead, he stared past her shoulder, trying his damndest to not feel her up. After all, he was doing this for Ginny’s sake, not his own.

He stood to grab her a towel, thinking they were done, when she grasped his arm, pulling him back down into the water. “You missed a spot.”

“Wh-what?” Draco was certain he had washed every inch of her skin.

A blush rose to her already flushed cheeks. She bit her lip tantalizingly, glancing away from him in embarrassment. “Down…down there.”

Oh. Ooh. Draco averted his eyes, suddenly wishing her body wasn’t so close to his. If she moved just a few centimeters she would feel his want for her. It was hard enough having her naked body this close to his, teasing himself by washing every inch of it but knowing he had no right to touch her. But now she wanted him to wash her there as well? “Ginny…I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“But…that’s where I’m the dirtiest.” He closed his eyes at the sound of her pleading. The vixen. She knew he couldn’t say no to her.

He sighed, picking up the wash cloth. This was going to be a very, very long, sleepless night. Ginny’s hand touched his, surprising him, and she took the cloth from him, tossing it in the water. His eyebrows rose as she pulled his hand below the water, laying it gently on her stomach.

Ginny held his face in her hands, kissing him gently on the lips. “Touch me, Draco.”

His hand trailed slowly down her stomach, stopping at the edge of her curly hair. Draco stared into Ginny’s brown eyes as he lowered it further, until he held her in the cup of his hand. Her breath quickened, and as her chest rose and fell, her breasts brushed against his own chest. Her eyelids fluttered and she got a far-away look in her gaze. Draco curled his fingers up slowly, slipping them inside of her.

Ginny gasped, a squeal escaping her lips, and she collapsed against him, her knees too weak to stand. He caught her in surprise, holding her against him with one arm, while his fingers stayed frozen inside of her. She trembled against his body, and he had to push down the sudden urge to not rip off his unbearably tight pants right then and there. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice came out as a whisper.

She shook her head, unable to speak. Draco curled his fingers up further, and Ginny’s squeal of pleasure and surprise was even louder now, despite the fact that she bit her lip to hold it back. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she dug her fingernails into his back. The inside of her thigh pressed against his manhood and he couldn’t take it any longer. Draco thrust Ginny away from him, holding his head in his hands so he did not have to look at her.

“Draco…Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Stop. Get away from me. I can’t…I can’t do this, Gin.”

“Do I…do I disgust you?”

He shook his head, laughing. “No, Ginny. No no no.”

“What is it?” She stepped towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He shivered, his muscles rippling under her touch.

“You’re driving me crazy. I can’t…I can’t touch you anymore. Not right now. I won’t be able to control myself.”

“I don’t want you to control yourself, Draco.” He stared at her, his eyes wide. She stepped forward again, wrapping her arms around him. “I want to make love to you. We can…right?”

He nodded, grimacing. Before he’d had an excuse to not have sex with her, when they had nothing to protect her from getting pregnant, but now he had none. “But we can’t. We shouldn’t…I…”

“What, Draco?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” She smiled, running her hands through his hair. “I trust you.”

He shook his head. “You’ve been hurt before, Gin. If I do something wrong…I could ruin our relationship. Everything that we have now. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to mess up and have you hate me. I don’t want you to regret it afterwards.”

“How many times do I have to tell you before you’ll believe me? I want you, Draco. I want to make love to you. For the rest of my life. You and only you.”

He felt himself give in, even before he asked, “Are you sure? Are you positive this is what you want?”

She nodded, kissing him gently. “I’m sure. I know that you aren’t like them. I know that you won’t hurt me. You love me.”

Draco took Ginny’s hands, pulling her towards the edge of the pool for the second time that night. He got out, grabbing two towels from the bench. At first he was confused by what she was staring at, but then he realized her gaze had gone to his groin. His horniness was obvious with his wet pants sticking to him. Draco pulled the towel in front of him in embarrassment. “Where are we going?” she asked, as he helped her out of the tub. “We aren’t staying here?”

“Of course not.” He admired her naked body for a few minutes before wrapping the fluffy towel around her body and drying her off. “We’re going to do this right, Gin. In our bed. I want you to be comfortable.”

She smiled at his consideration and held her arms out, letting him dry her off. He went to pick up her clothes, but she shook her head. “I…I don’t want to wear those again.”

“But it’s your school uniform.”

“I have others. Besides…they’re dirty. And I…I’m not dirty anymore.” She lifted her chin defiantly, as if he had challenged that fact.

He nodded, grabbing his shirt instead. Draco put it on her, deciding it looked much better on Ginny than himself, and buttoned it up. Then he wrapped his robe around her as well to keep her warm.

“You’re going to be freezing walking around the halls all wet.”

He shrugged, casting a drying charm on his clothes. “The magic of…magic, Gin.” She giggled and walked towards the door, but Draco shook his head, grabbing her around the waist. “Oh no you don’t. You do not walk to our marriage bed.” He reached down, grabbing her under the knees and lifting her into the air, one arm under her back, the other holding her legs. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling up to him.

“Are you sure you can carry me that far?”

“Of course.” And he did. He carried her back to their room and did not set her down until he laid her gently in the bed. Draco left her there to start a fire in the fireplace. When he had finished, she was sitting on the bed in just his t-shirt, completely unbuttoned but for one. It tantalizingly kept her cleavage from bursting out of his shirt. She had one leg lifted, her arms wrapped around it, her chin resting on her knee as she watched him. “What?” he asked.

“You look far too overdressed.”

He chuckled, glancing down at his dress pants and shoes. Draco shrugged, pulling them off and tossing them aside. He walked towards her as he undid his belt and yanked it off, dropping it on the floor. Ginny licked her lips as Draco let his pants fall around his ankles and stepped out of them, standing before her in just his boxers. “Is this better?”

She shook her head, pursing her lips. “Not quite.”

Draco ducked his head shyly. He’d never stripped for a girl before. He attempted to do a sexy dance, but she only laughed at him. He pulled his boxers off and stood before her completely naked, staring at the ceiling in embarrassment and trying to resist the urge to cover himself. Ginny stared at him for nearly five minutes, her eyes roaming from his face down his chest to his groin and legs. “That’s better. Now get over here.” She patted the spot beside her on the bed.

Draco obliged, sitting beside Ginny. The firelight glinted off of his damp silvery hair, and she leaned forward, her lips meeting his slowly. They kissed leisurely, their mouths barely brushing, occasionally dragging their teeth across each other’s lips. When he spoke he did not bother to pull his mouth away from hers. “Turn around,” he whispered.

Ginny did as he commanded, turning her back to him. Draco reached his arms around her shoulder, his hands cupping her breasts, and unbuttoned the final button. He slipped the shirt slowly off of her shoulders. He brushed her hair out of the way, gently touching the locket around her neck before lowering his lips to her neck. Draco slid his lips along her skin, kissing down to her shoulder. He paused, and she glanced over her shoulder to see why. He was staring at one of her scars. “Lay down. On your stomach.” She did as he asked, somewhat confused, and he kneeled at her side, leaning over. He began to kiss down her back, and it took her a few minutes to realize he was kissing along her scars. He kissed every one of them on her back and legs, before turning her over. Draco started with the scar on her inside thigh, trailing his lips up. He briefly let them brush over crotch, sending a thrill of ecstasy up her spine, before kissing up further. He kissed the scars that criss-crossed over her stomach, then the long white one that mauled her left breast. Draco gave extra attention to Ginny’s nipples, testing his mouth on them. He kissed, licked, nibbled, and bit at them, making her back arch into him and her hands clench at his hair. Finally, his lips met hers again.

Draco pulled away from the long kiss, staring deeply into Ginny’s eyes. His arms rested on either side of her head, propping himself up so that he did not crush her. Although her legs were closed, she could feel his manhood brushing against the crease between her thighs teasingly. It was hot and hard and ready, just like him, but he did not move to enter her. “Are you ready, Ginny? Are you certain this is what you want?”

“Yes. Yes, Draco. I want you.”

Draco nodded and grabbed his wand off of the nightstand. He sat back, waving it over her hips and stomach and whispering an incantation. A golden light glowed briefly around her midsection like a belt before disappearing. Draco slid Ginny’s legs apart slowly. Her breath became shaky and her heart began to race in anticipation. This was the moment she had waited for for so long. Finally, they would consummate their love. Finally, she would feel him inside of her. Their bodies would become one. It did not matter that they were not yet married. This act of love would seal their relationship forever.

Ginny watched Draco’s reaction in amazement and wonder. The tip of his penis brushed against her lips, and he noticeably shuddered, his eyes slipping shut in ecstasy. He did not enter her yet, but instead teased her mercilessly, until she was almost begging him. Then he leaned down and captured her lips with his own as he slid into her.

It took all of Ginny’s energy to not scream out at the feel of him. He was hot and heavy and hard, but not completely unyielding. His penis molded to fit her as he eased inside, filling up every space in her. She briefly wondered if he could feel the scars inside of her, but if he did they did not seem to bother him. Draco slid into her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, pausing anytime she made any sound of discomfort, constantly asking her how she felt, if she was alright, if she wanted him to stop. Finally, he was completely inside her, as far as he could go, filling her up completely.

Draco’s arms trembled, and she watched a bead of sweat form on his forehead. Ginny ran her hands through his hair, smiling up at him, and they kissed. Draco’s tongue swept inside her mouth, playing with her own, and he began to pull out of her, not quite as slowly as he’d entered.

Soon they built up a rhythm. Slowly and steadily he entered and retreated, his hands guiding her hips. They touched each other everywhere, their hands exploring. They legs and chests and arms brushed and connected, and they occasionally rolled over and changed rhythm. Their lips kissed whatever was near. A cheek, a neck, a breast, a hand, the other’s mouth. Soon they lost track of time and thought and simply enjoyed the pleasurable feel of each other’s bodies.

Draco sped up his thrusts, and Ginny felt a strange sensation building in her. Her stomach clenched in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The heat between her legs became nearly unbearable. Draco became so hard he began to hurt her, despite his attempts to control himself and be as gentle as possible. Their breathing became rapid, she could not even gasp or speak anymore. Ginny was staring up at the ceiling, wondering at the strange sensation, but Draco took her face in his hands, invading her vision. Their eyes locked, and he refused to let her look away. His hand found hers and their fingers intertwined. She knew this was it, this was the pivotal point, the peak of ecstasy, both hers and Draco’s. She had never before understood the healing power of making love, but she felt as if she were a virgin again, as if this truly were her first time. He thrust into her once more and then froze. She watched as every muscle in his body clenched and he stopped breathing. His hand squeezed hers almost painfully, and she was sure the fearful, surprised look in his face was mirrored in her own.

And then he released inside of her. She felt it in a rush of heat and liquid. It filled her up and spilled out of her, onto their legs and the bed beneath them. And with his climax Ginny reached her own. The mysterious heat that had been building up finally gave way. The dam broke and she felt herself squeeze around his manhood tightly as her own fluids mixed with his. He gasped, his eyes wide, his mouth opening and closing in an attempt to make noise, but none came out. Ginny didn’t even realize she was trembling until she felt Draco’s arms wrap around her and pull her close. He collapsed on top of her, breathless and spent, but quickly rolled to the side, afraid he was too heavy. Ginny held out a hand to stop him. “Stay inside of me.”

Draco obliged, slipping back inside, and he held her close, her head on his chest, his hand still holding hers. “Ginny…you…you are incredible. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Draco.” She suddenly felt exhausted and light-headed. The room spun and swam, and she was afraid if she tried to sit up or stand she would collapse. Her orgasm had left her drained and tired. As he stroked her hair, she fought against her eyelids, but eventually they won, slipping shut, and she drifted off into sleep.

Draco lay on his side, Ginny’s naked body beside his, her warmth radiating off of her. The morning sun shone pink into the room with dawn, its rays kissing her face and highlighting the freckles on her cheek. It was warm enough that they had the covers pulled down to their hips, and Draco’s hands trailed up and down Ginny’s side, from her shoulder over the curve of her side to her hip and back up. He was mesmerized by the smooth silkiness of her pale white skin, and content to simply lay there all day, no, for all eternity, touching her.

Ginny awoke slowly, her eyes opening blearily. She stretched with a moan of pleasure and curled up against him, her leg thrown over him possessively. Draco watched her lashes flutter, then open, and she smiled up at him. “Hey you.”

“Hey you.” His kissed her softly on the lips. “Good morning.”

“Mmm,” she moaned in approval. “A very good morning indeed.”

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” She nodded, yawning sleepily. Draco brushed a strand of red hair out of her face. “Do you have any regrets, Ms. Weasley?”

Ginny chuckled, smiling up at him. “Only one.”

His eyes widened in surprise and his mind began to reel. Had he made a mistake? Had he hurt her? Was she mad at him? Did she hate him? What did she regret? “Wh-what?” His voice broke.

The redhead laughed, touching his lips with her fingertips. “We only did it once.”

Draco grinned. “Well, we’re just going to have to change that, aren’t we?” Laughing, he pulled her on top of him.

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