A/N: Upon request, our little lion finds herself in another tantalizing daydream!

Maley, always a pleasure.

Disclaimer: JKR? Me? Get out of here...

The hot water was soothing for her aching muscles. A full day of lectures and a four hour practice took their toll on her. She tilted her head back under the cascading water, letting it wash away all of the pain and fatigue that tensed her body. Tiny streams began declining down her slick body from her thick ginger curls to her lightly freckled chest, down past her navel over her mound, and pooled delicately around her feet.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly relishing in the tranquility of heat.

As she began to run her fingers through her auburn mane, she remembered that she hadn't had a chance to use that second Daydream Charm she had been saving. Trelawney had practical exercises for class that day keeping Ginny busy the entire period. She left Binns class unsatisfied. After he interrupted her Eiffel Tower fantasy earlier, she had remained uncomfortably wound up all day.

Craving the much needed release, Ginny opened her eyes and poked her head out of her shower stall.

No one was in the bathroom. It was 11.30 and most of the other prefects were making their rounds. No one will be in here for ages she mused.

She rummaged through her rucksack that was sitting on the bench in her stall. After discarding her sweaty Quidditch robes and some random toiletries, she exhumed the small pink box.

Quick work was made of the incantation and Ginny stepped back into the steaming shower.

In seconds she was no longer in the prefects' bathroom, alone, at night. She was standing out on the grounds, by the lake, with the sun high above her sneaking in and out of billowy clouds.

Sighing, she lifted her face up to the sky. The warmth washed over her much like the water from the shower that seemed to her like she had left years ago.

She could smell the salt from the lake. It was heavenly, reminding her of early spring when you've missed being outside so badly that the first sunny day is a cause for celebration. She stood there, unmoving, breathing deeply.

A pair of cool arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her backwards slightly against a firm body.

"I've missed you." His voice was husky. He kissed a trail from her ear down her neck. "Mmm. Your so soft, love." He tightened his grip slightly, both hands remaining fixed on her torso.

She tilted her head off to one side, silently encouraging his lips to continue their explorations. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let the sensations encompass her. There was fire where his lips touched, pleasant tingles where his fingertips were drawing lazy circles on her bare stomach. She could smell the enticing, captivating, orgasm-inducing scent that was distinctly Draco; flowery anise, spicy ginger, soft cashmere, earthy sandalwood, and hot musk. She could feel herself melting into his touch, molding against his toned body.

His erection poking into her back brought her back to consciousness and their surroundings. With a reluctant sigh she whispered, "Draco… we can't."

He paused in his ministrations and brought one hand up to cup her delicate chin, turning her face to his. His eyes were soft but the lust was visibly evident in the darker shade of silver they fostered.

"Yes we can," his whisper barely audible.

He looked intently into her eyes. They were outside in plain view of anyone who might come strolling down to the lake to enjoy the beautiful weather. But in that moment, in his arms, feeling his erection behind her and her own wetness between her legs, she surrendered to her desire.

Shifting in his arms, she attacked his mouth with hers with more passion then she knew she could possess. His response was immediate. He pulled her hips forward so her body was now flush with his, and gripped her hips harshly.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and roughly drew him closer, deepening the kiss.

Draco's hands moved below her skirt and skimmed the edge of her lacy panties. One long finger entered her warmth and she shuddered in ecstasy.

"Oh God Draco," she panted, breaking their kiss. He plunged his finger in deeper and faster, eliciting small whimpers from Ginny. She clutched his shoulders for support and fastened one leg around him forcing his talented finger to plunge even deeper inside her.

She moaned into his shoulder, feeling that familiar tingle all over her body. He expertly added another finger –successfully pushing Ginny past her brink.

Her orgasm ricocheted through her, causing her to seize uncontrollably in his arms.

In a swift movement he hoisted her up. With her straddling him, he buried his face in her neck –licking, biting, and sucking the sensitive skin there, extending her waves of pleasure.

As her breathing slowed and her trembling subsided, she lifted her head from his shoulder and leaned back to look at him. He was panting slightly and his face had a sexy flush. His lips were pink and swollen and his eyes dazzled in the sunlight. He was exquisite.

Still a bit out of breath she murmured, "Incredible."

He chuckled lightly, "What's incredible?"

"You," she said matter-of-factly.

He smiled. That brilliant smile. That panty dropping smile he was infamous for. "I'm not done with you, yet," he confessed in a hushed tone.

Draco lowered his head and kissed Ginny with such intensity that she felt as though he was stealing the very breath from her body. She was overcome with heat again, and a desire reawakened within her, making it impossible to think, rendering her capable of only feeling, savoring… wanting.

Wanting Draco.

Pulsing with lust for Draco Malfoy.

Nagging voices of caution for their location sounded in her head and she ignored them, allowing passion to consume her mind and arouse her body.

She was on fire.

Nothing mattered but the intensity of her want and need for Draco, which was far beyond anything she had ever experienced before. And he wanted her. Her. He felt so damn good and tasted like fine wine.

Draco undid her blouse, then brushed away the light material, exposing his favorite part of Ginny's body.

Unexpectedly he picked her up and carried her bridal-style up to where a large willow stood majestically overlooking the lake.

He gently laid her on a soft tuff of grass and positioned himself above her. He trailed kisses down her newly exposed skin. Pausing briefly, he pulled on her lace bra, revealing one supple breast. Lowering his mouth to her, he laved the nipple to a taut bud with his tongue.

"Mmm," Ginny purred.

Draco traveled lower.

He kissed her flat stomach, swirling his tongue in her navel, before retuning to her chest, drawing the other sweet mound deep into his mouth. Ginny sank her fingers into his fine hair, urging his mouth more firmly onto her breast, her breath catching.

Draco's platinum blond hair really is gorgeous in the sunlight, Ginny thought, from a faraway place in her misty mind. So thin and silky. Lovely hair. Just divine.

She felt so strange. But wonderful. She'd never experienced such all-consuming passion, such driving need, such burning want, such reckless abandon with anyone else before him.

She couldn't bare this anymore. She had to quell this fire before there was nothing left of her except cinders.

"Draco, please," she begged, her voice holding the echo of a sob. "I want you so much. Please."

"I want you too, Gin," he said.

Draco leveled himself to his feet and shed his trousers quickly, leaving him in his white button-down and briefs.

Ginny visually traced every magnificent inch of him as though she'd never seen him before, despite the fact that they've had several erotic rendezvous like this recently.

He was no longer Draco, the arrogant Slytherin git. Before her stood a man, a real man, so blatantly male that it defied description. Incredible.

Draco reached down and embraced Ginny tightly. He kissed her deeply, and she returned the kiss in kind as she entwined her arms around his neck.

She felt so delicate and feminine in his grasp, and was acutely aware of his size and masculinity.

She knew he always considered her, as did most of the boys at Hogwarts, to be pretty in a fresh, wholesome sort of way, but right now, at this moment, Ginny knew she was a sensuous, enticing, tantalizing woman.

Just feel Ginny, her mind whispered. Don't think. Just feel.

They kissed and caressed and explored and discovered. Where hands traveled, lips followed, and passions soared. Their breathing became quick and sharp, hearts raced and desire thrummed with ever increasingly heated intensity within them until they could bear no more.

"Oh, Draco, please." Ginny said.

"Yes," was all he could get out, his voice a horse whisper.

He moved over her, then swiftly entered her, the moist heat receiving him enthusiastically, welcoming all that he was into its depths. He began to move, slowly at first, then increasing tempo until it became a pounding rhythm that they matched in perfect synchronization, thrust for thrust. Pounding. Hotter. Taking them higher. Then up and over the top to fling them into oblivion seconds apart.

"Draco!"

A throat cleared and startled her out of her Daydream. Trembling she stood there, horrified.

Shit. Oh no! Fuck, fuck, fuck… What do I do? Shit.

A sultry voice from the other side of her shower curtain made her heart race and her breathing hitch.

"Having fun, Weasley?"

O.M.G. -- Apparently a ''dazed expression" isn't their only side effect, huh?

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