(Author's note: I finally sat down to write what happened when Draco and Ginny spent the night together, and decided that I would edit it down to an R version to post here. I hope you enjoy. :)

Ginny moved closer to him, resting her hands on his chest for balance as she stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, "You don't fool me. You like making all the girls drool."

His brow arched. "Are you drooling, Miss Weasley?"

"Only as much as you are, Mister Malfoy." Ginny winked and would have backed away if he hadn't moved to grab her around the waist. She felt like her breath was not fully entering her lungs as she stared into his eyes and saw a mixture of emotions ranging from mischief to passion.

"In that case..." His lips moved to hers and she let her eyes flutter closed as she melted into the sensation. She'd thought maybe she'd over-inflated their previous kiss in her mind, that the surprise of it had made it seem more special somehow. It just wasn't possible that a simple kiss could feel that good.

And yet, this one felt better.

The music had started again, and there were colors and music and whispers of fabric swirling around them, but still he held her and she held him, their lips pressed together as if they'd never stop. All she needed in the world was to kiss him more, and so she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

Finally the need for air interrupted and they broke apart slightly. Ginny could feel a smile on her face and she knew that it had to be goofy and dreamy, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She just kept smiling at him, and the way he smiled back was making a fire start burning somewhere in the vicinity of her stomach. He gave her a brief kiss, just the lightest brush of the lips, then said, "Shall we dance?"

She didn't respond with words, but there was no need to; he simply swept her into his arms and they glided across the floor. She thought idly that it was rather like floating, the way that he made every movement effortlessly graceful.

Right up until his foot got caught in the hem of his own toga. He swore viciously, right in her ear, and she couldn't hold back a giggle. "That's right, Weasley, kick a man when he's down."

"I would, except I need something from you." He had recovered from his misstep and had started them dancing again, but as she spoke he frowned and started guiding their steps towards the edge of the dance floor. He didn't respond verbally, though, and so after a moment she said, "I don't have a place to sleep tonight, you see."

His head whipped around and he looked at her sharply, but she just smiled back in as sweet and innocent a manner as she was capable of. They slipped off the dance floor unnoticed, and in short order they were outside the ballroom, his body pressed against hers as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her as if his life depended on it.

She moaned against his mouth and kissed him back, frantically, her hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders, the feel of his skin and the velvet he wore feeling sinfully good against her bare arms. Her hands tangled in his hair as he tilted his head to kiss her at a different angle, then another one, his tongue tracing over her lips and then over hers. Ginny was being squeezed between the wall and his body, and the heat of him against her made her feel like she would melt away completely.

The music from inside the ballroom changed and he pulled away from her, his eyes glazed and his breathing harsh and heavy. She wasn't breathing normally, herself, and didn't think she ever would again if he kept looking at her the way that he was. After a moment he said, "Come on," and held a hand out to her.

Ginny followed him eagerly, still leaving a trail of grass and flowers in her wake. He stopped them to kiss her again, this time leaning his own back against the wall as he gathered her close, his arms roaming up and down her back before coming to rest on her backside. She gave a shaky laugh and said, between kisses, "So sure I won't deck you again?"

"Why do you think," he paused for an extended kiss before continuing. "My back is the one against the wall?" Eventually his hands crept back up to her waist, caressing her lingeringly before grasping her firmly and holding her at arms' length. "You should cancel that spell, Weasel."

"What spell?" she asked, still dazed from the mind numbing pleasure of his kiss. He pointed, his mouth quirked in the way it did when he was about to say something cutting. A glare from her turned it into a look of such overstated innocence that there was no possible way for it to be real. She pulled out her wand and cancelled all the spells that had gone into her costume, then took a deep breath and straightened her skirts. In a teasing way that almost managed to conceal her uncertainty, she asked, "So, do you still like me now that I'm plain?"

His eyes were dark as he looked her over, and she could almost feel his gaze pressing against her skin. "You couldn't be plain if you tried." He crashed his lips to hers for another heated kiss, then broke off and once again started leading her towards his room, now that she was no longer leaving a trail of spring flowers to show where she'd gone.

They finally reached his door and he stopped once more, pushing her firmly against the wall with his entire body. She had to close her eyes against the overload of sensation as he trailed burning kisses behind her ear, down her neck, along her collarbone and then all the way across her arm, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. He reached her elbow and lifted her hand, nipping each of her fingertips before kissing them gently. She whimpered and held her other hand flat against the wall, as if it alone could anchor her to reality while he tried to wash her away in wave after wave of desire and longing. "Draco..."

"Don't..." He trailed off, his eyes closing as he leaned his face against her shoulder and took a deep, shuddering breath. "Don't call me that right now. Call me Malfoy, or better yet just go inside."

She frowned as he pulled the door open and almost shoved her in. "What's... Aren't you coming?"

His face was a study in agony and longing, but he sounded merely angry as he said, "Weasley, I'm not a saint. Don't push me."

"You..." Did he really think that she didn't, that they wouldn't... Apparently, he did. Biting her lip painfully to prevent herself from smiling, she said, in as naive a voice as she could manage, "But, I can't sleep in this, and I would feel so wrong having to search through all your drawers to find something to wear."

He growled before stalking past her into the room, and she allowed herself a small smile. Having all those brothers had at least taught her that there was /always/ something that a guy wanted to hide from the woman in his life. The smile was hidden quickly, though, and nowhere in evidence when he turned around with a pajama shirt in his hand and snarled, "Here. This should do."

Her mind raced as she tried to think of what to do next. Before he could shove the pajama shirt into her hands, she reached up and undid one of the clasps at her shoulders, allowing the fabric that it had been holding together to float down. It rested on her mostly exposed breast, only the erect nipple underneath preventing the cloth from sliding down further. She turned her face to hide behind her hair, her hands moving up to the other clasp. "It's stuck."

"Ginny..." His voice was an odd mixture of anger and pleading, both of which she ruthlessly ignored as she stared at him with lambent eyes. Anger was definitely dominant when he snapped, "Fine," and reached for the fastening.

Feeling decidedly wicked, she waited until his fingers had closed around it and then turned just enough that the clasp and a good portion of the fabric at the shoulder tore away from the dress. The only thing now keeping Ginny from being naked was the rope tied at her waist, and she blushed a bit even as she tilted her chin up and waited for his reaction.

Draco's hands shook as he dropped the torn cloth and then put his arms around her shoulders, pressing her back to his chest as he buried his nose in her hair. "Tell me to stop and I will," he muttered, his hands going around her waist to tug at the knot which held the remains of her costume on.

She snuggled back against him, a self satisfied smile on her face. "What if I don't want you to stop?"

"Then I won't stop." He closed a hand around a bunch of fabric, pulling it taut over her thighs for a second before ripping it off her completely, leaving her to stand, naked except for a gold rope tied around her waist. She bent her face to let her hair hang in front of it, covering her tomato-red blush as he said, "And why weren't you wearing underwear, Miss Weasley?"

A corner of her mouth crept up as she turned in his arms and hid her face against his chest. "I didn't want panty lines?"

"Try again," he said roughly, cupping her bum in his hands and dragging her body against his. She shivered at the feeling, pushing the tail of the cloth off his shoulder so that she had more bare skin to rub herself against. His chest heaved with the effort of breathing and she purred as his arousal pressed into her thighs through the thick velvet. "On second thought, never mind that now."

Ginny managed to worm her fingers under the waist of his costume, but was blocked by the boxer shorts he was wearing underneath. "You're wearing too much."

He hissed as she rubbed him through the silk of his underwear, then tore away the fastenings to allow his toga to fall to the floor. Kicking it away, he picked her up and brought them to the bed in three quick steps. "I hope you're sure of what you've started, Weasley."

"Very sure," she said breathlessly as he tossed her into the bed and stripped off the last of his clothes.

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"Very nice," she said when she could finally form words. "Very, very nice indeed."

He smirked and pulled her close, his arms firmly around her. "I really am going to have to eradicate that word from your vocabulary.

Ginny felt something quite distinct pressing against her bottom as she snuggled back against him. "Um, Malfoy? Did you need to, um..."

"In a bit. I don't want you so sore that you won't want to do this again soon." He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "I've got a lot stored up, I wouldn't want to wear you out the first time."

A thought finally occurred to her and she looked down at his feet. He laughed and wriggled his bare toes at her. "I took them off while you were recovering from the most spectacular orgasm in known history."

"You self important wanker," she said sleepily, swatting at the arm around her stomach. "And a liar, too."

"I beg your pardon?" he said frostily. "When have I ever lied to you?"

She yawned and mumbled, "Said you never found me plain." She snorted and wriggled into her pillow. "Hah! Before the new clothes--"

"Before the new clothes I called you dowdy, red-haired and freckled, which you were," he said coolly. "Even before I thought you were beautiful, I didn't think you were plain."

She shook her head, her hair brushing against his face and tickling his nose. "You don't have to pretend--" She scowled and looked up as his arms vanished abruptly from around her and his body heat was no longer keeping her warm and contented. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere." In a few seconds he was back at the bed and had a book with him. He opened it to a certain page and held it open in front of her. "Read."

Ginny frowned a bit, but sat up and looked at the paragraph written in the sprawling manner she recognized as Draco's. There was a date at the top, the day she'd gotten her books for her first year at Hogwarts. The day she'd gotten Tom's diary. And now that she had that connection she realized that this had to be what it was, another Slytherin boy's diary. She looked up at Draco's face, but seeing it locked into impassivity, she did as he asked and read where he pointed.

'Went school shopping. Nocturne Alley was brill, Diagon Alley the same as always. Saw perfect Potter in the book store, lapping up the attention as always. He's acquired another fan, a little red-haired girl with more freckles than any human should have across her little button nose. If she wasn't a Weasley, she might be cute. Dad got into a fistfight with her father. Got a bloody nose, but gave the rotter a black eye. Mother fussed over him for ages.'

She looked up at him and gaped. He shrugged, then turned to another page, this one dated somewhere in her fourth year.

'Weasley kissed CRABBE! No, not the git Weasley, the girl one. She always seemed like any other girl, prettier than some but not anything to set the world on fire, but seeing her in a temper was something else. Her hair seemed to crackle with it, and her eyes! I'll have to get her hacked off again so I can see if she really did turn that beautiful or if it was just shock at seeing CRABBE, of all people, get snogged in the middle of the hallway. Too bad I wasn't walking in the middle today, or it might've been my tie she grabbed. Oh, well, not like I want to be kissed by a Weasley, right? Even if it is a gorgeous Weasley.'

Dumbfounded, Ginny looked from the diary to his face and back again. He closed the book and started to walk back across the room to put it away when she cleared her throat. "You know, I think I'd like to kiss a gorgeous Malfoy right about now." She leaned back on her hands, shaking her hair out behind her and thrusting her breasts upwards in what she desperately hoped was a seductive manner.

It seemed to be, because he dropped the diary and crossed to the bed so fast it seemed like he had apparated. "Lucky for you there's one available," he murmured against her lips as she threw her arms around him and drew him on top of her.