"Oi Weaslebee" a voice came from across the great hall.
Plop.
She felt something juicy hit her outer eye socket.
A large, round (yet ovular), plump, purple, grape fell into her lap with a squishing noise.
Wow, that was a moist grape she thought. She looked down only to realize that it wasn't the grape that was wet.
That tended to happen when she heard Draco Malfoy's voice. He was the hottest human alive, although she wished that he still slicked back his hair like he did in the good old days.
Just then, to her enjoyment, he pulled a brick of butter from his pocket (unsalted). He slowly began rubbing it through his hair, slicking it back more and more with every stroke. All she wanted to do was butter a piece of toast with that head.
He aggressively waddled towards Ginny, picking up speed with every stride. She felt her cheeks turn fuchsia and knees grow above room temperature.
He pulled her in for a deep smooch and she felt his tongue graze her uvula. Instead of pulling away, he tilted his head forward. He rubbed butter in a long sensual stroke across her cheek and she felt tingles in her shoulders.
"Yo mate!" She heard.
She turned to see her twin brothers standing back to back with their arms crossed and collars popped.
Then, without warning, Fred took a kneeling position on the ground and George stepped onto his back. He then proceeded to do a triple backflip into a handstand and then sprung out of that into the splits.
"Oh yicks!" Malfoy hollered "They're going to kill me for licking your throat!"
"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!" Ginny whispered in a soothing, calm, gentle tone.
"Actually, we were admiring how snazzy you are." They growled, slightly out of sync so it sounded peculiar. "We wouldn't want lil' sis getting salivated on by a weirdo."
"Don't worry," Draco snickered, licking his nose "I'm as normal as they come!"
"In that case..." Ginny pulled Draco's ear to her mouth "I want you to throw me like you did with that berry, typically green (classified as white), purple, red, or black, growing in clusters on a grape vine, eaten as fruit, and used in making wine." She whispered in a sexy voice.
"Ok!" He said cheerfully "One moment."
He stepped away from her and pulled an apple shaped bottle of cologne from his fanny pack. He sprayed it all over his figure. He never broke eye contact, even as he sprayed it over the bottom of his naked feet.
The twins were watching in awe. Fred was lying on the floor on his stomach, frantically scribbling notes on George's calf.
Draco picked her up by the stomach and carried her like an airplane above his head. They glided gracefully to the tool shed by the gardens.
He quickly opened the door, placed her down inside a wheelbarrow, locked the shed, and cast a silencing charm. While he did this, Ginny looked around. There were cobwebs everywhere and the air smelled musty as hell. She stuck her tongue out and and felt dust settle.
"Holy shit!" She exclaimed.
"What's wrong my frisky ginger babe?" Draco questioned.
"It's just so fucking romantic." Ginny responded with a squeal.
RIIIIIIPPPPPPP
Ginny felt her naked skin touch the cold, rusty wheelbarrow and saw the shredded remains of her clothes on the ground.
"Holy moly," Draco moaned "What are you doing to me Gin?"
"From the looks of it," she inspected his physique, "Giving you an erection."
"Maybe you should do something about that." He challenged, wiggling his eyebrows.
Without a word, Ginny stood and started spinning around him, not taking her eyes off as he stripped.
"Huzzah!" He stated "I am fulled unclothed."
Ginny slowed her turns and made her way in front of the tall, male homosapien. He gently licked her earlobe and slowly made his way down, down, down until he reached her big toe. He sucked for a moment before Ginny whispered.
"Draco, wrong body part." She said
"Oh yeah," he chuckled and made his way between her legs.
"Not quite yet." Ginny hissed, like a tabby cat, and pulled his hair, bringing him up to a standing position.
She brought her head down and got her first real glimpse at it. It was abnormally large (the best kind of abnormal). If Ginny were to guess, she would say it was at least nine inches. At. Least.
