Slytherin Pride

Reflection.

Draco's POV

Damn you, Gin. She could not go. Potter has an invisibility cloak? Bellatrix might even be there. I can't just have Ginny there, too, because my nightmares will start to have her in them and Aunt Bella would find a way to get to Gin. Harm her. Kill her. But yet, here I was anyway saying yeah sure. Just take the cloak and follow me into dementor central with visiting Death Eaters! I shook my head, but Gin was already getting up to get dressed. "Accio clothes." A set of clothes followed her remark. She then stripped in front of me, not even thinking. She pulled off her shirt and put on her bra. Hot damn. And she says she has nothing to show. I was exactly right about her under things. Simply black and lacey. Nothing to special. Her butt was amazing. It basically shined. She started to put her shiny jeans on and she started to hop to get them on. I laughed, she looked around shooting daggers with her eyes. "It's not funny, Draco. I didn't remember asking your opinion." I just laughed harder and she broke out into and embarrassed grin and finally got her jeans around her waist. I smiled and then smirked. She saw me and blushed. Fumbling for her shirt her hands trembled so badly, it fell. I laughed, then slid of the bed and picked it up. I looked up still crouching. Dang. My throat vibrated. Did I just...I almost moaned. What is happening? I hastily sprang back up and handed her the shirt. She was blushing furiously. "Hey. Don't blush, don't blush, don't do it." This made her face double in color. "Well, it's hard not to when your boyfriend is staring at your flat chest." She looked away. "I don't know what you consider flat but you have huge breasts. Not overly huge, but they are there. And they're really sexy." I said that with a smirk. But I just said it to keep the shivering under control. She just called me her boyfriend. I mean I was. But...I suddenly felt accomplished. I was Ginny Weasley's boyfriend. She was still blushing but she also rolled her eyes and threw her shirt on. Her hair was still inside the shirt. I reached up and grabbed it and gently pulled it from under her collar. My hands felt as though they were shocked when I touched her cold skin. She breathed in more quickly. I was sure of it. I leant down and whispered in her ear. "You're beautiful," and the trailed kisses down her jaw line. She shuddered against my touch. I just smiled faintly and traced my finger over her neck. She was now breathing hollowly. Short, shallow breaths. I pulled away suddenly. Her breathing caught at the lost of my touch. She then looked down and pulled her shirt down studying her self in the mirror. She then started to mess with her bracelet. I was going to keep messing with her. It was quite enjoyable. The side of her shirt wasn't pulled down all the way. She grabbed her hair brush and brushed her long shinning hair. Her shirt inched up. I brushed my hand against her bare side. She froze. Looking into the reflection. I did too. Resting my chin on her head. She was at least a foot shorter than me. She dropped her gaze. "Draco...I'm fat." I almost fell back -the comment took me by surprise- but I didn't. I stayed there, holding her. She looked on the brink of tears. I kissed her hair softly and glimpsed the clock on my wall. 8:09 the case didn't start till 2:30. "Gin, you are not fat." She nodded. "Yes, I am." She looked to the ground and then to the side not meeting my gaze. She was going to believe me. I lifted her shirt up and over her head. She continued to look at the ground. "Ginny, look up. Tell me what you see." She did, and she didn't even study herself before replying. "I'm fat, I eat to much, and I'm pale." I shook my head. "No. Try again." A tear gently rolled down her cheek. "Draco, I don't want to..." I wasn't going to let her think this way. She was beautiful. "Fine, then I will." She sniffles but didn't complain. "I see a beautiful young woman with really soft and luscious hair," I smile. Because I saw a grin flicker on her face. "And I see a gorgeous six pack from all the Quidditch training." I ran my hand over the strong muscles on her stomach. "I see really full breasts that are aren't flat at all. The exact opposite, in fact." She was faintly smiling now. I was too. I looked down at her. Her cleavage, her face. Her whole. "Plus. You have stunning legs, and it's okay that you aren't tan. At least you don't look like a sheet." I said this gesturing at me. She broke out into a grin and a short laugh. "Well," She said smirking faintly. "I happen to fall head over heels for sheets." I felt myself going red as she kissed me, her breasts pressed against my chest.

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