The Untouchables

Chapter 18: Dangerous Woman

Ginny watched as Draco grinned in his sleep. She had snuck into his room and onto his bed to give him a rude awakening when she heard him moan in his sleep.

Soon the moans had turned into "You like that?" "You taste so good." "I want you do bad." "Let me."

"Gin, you're so fucking tight." Draco said and Ginny almost fell off the bed trying to hold in her laughter. So he was having a sex dream about her?

She decided to make things interesting for him. She moved carefully on top of him, straddling where his growing member was starting to rise with his ever growing stiffness. She didn't realize exactly how well endowed he was until she was sitting down and could feel him in between her legs. She found herself getting aroused and she let out a tiny moan.

"I was wondering when you were going to try something." said Draco, eyes still closed, a smirk appearing on his face as he placed his hands on Ginny's waist.

Ginny was flabbergasted. "You prat, you were awake the whole time?!?" she exclaimed as she started poking him on the chest.

Draco laughed, revealing that he was indeed ticklish. "I heard you when you opened the door. I'm a light sleeper, I couldn't resist." he said and he slung Ginny off of him and onto the bed, his body now hovering over hers, pinning her arms over her head.

"Keep on doing things like that, Princess, and you'll have a bloke thinking you fancy him."

"Which is so far from the truth." she teased as she raised her knee up and pressed it against Draco's arousal, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

"Stop it Ginny." he said in a voice that was giving her a playful warning.

Ginny slowly lowered her knee from Draco's crotch, sliding it down. She kept her eyes on him, something that drove Draco crazy, his body pretty much begging for her.

Ginny and Draco had been dancing around each other for the past week of the holidays. There was no denying that the sexual attraction was indeed there. Especially on Draco's end. Ginny, however, though very much attracted to Draco kept the bet always in the front of her mind. She made sure to remind herself that to him, she was just a trophy, and that this was all a game. A game that she refused to lose.

They did have their moments of deep conversation, however. Especially when it came to Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius hated the fact that a blood traitor was in his home, but Narcissa was dead set on Ginny being there, and contrary to what Lucius would do in public, it was Narcissa who ran the household, especially her husband. Though maniacal to the core, he 100% went by the golden rule of a husband: happy wife, happy life.

Draco opened up to what it was like living with Lucius. Only Blaise really knew the gravity of the situation. Draco wasn't heavily abused physically, but mentally Lucius would bring the boy to his knees. He criticized him about his every move, belittled him in front of company, harassed him over trivial things, and greatly scolded him over his friendships.

Ginny could tell that the pressure to please his father was a heavy burden to bare for him. She appreciated him opening up to her about it. Even if it was only for the sake of the stupid bet.

"I got you a present." said Draco. "Well, I got you one when I got myself one as well."

"You didn't have to get me anything. I didn't get you shit." said Ginny, pushing Draco off of her.

"I didn't expect you to. Come one, I think you'll like them."

Ten minutes later, Ginny was sitting in one of the Malfoy's ballrooms with shoes on that had wheels.

"Draco Malfoy, what the bloody hell are these things?" asked Ginny.

"Muggles call them roller skates. I had Granger send me a catalog and I got me and you a pair. I thought they would be fun."

"Fun?? These are an accident waiting to happen!!"

"Awh come on." encouraged Draco. "If muggles can do it, surely we can."

"How do you walk in them?" asked Ginny.

"You don't walk, you slide." said Draco.

He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and attempted to skate. Immediately, he slid and hit the floor hard on his bum.

Ginny laughed at laughed as Draco scowled and attempted to get up.

"I'd like to see you do any better." he grumbled as he tried to pick himself up.

Ginny got up slowly. She wobbled a bit, then slid one foot forward, then the other slowly until soon enough, she was skating as if she had been doing it her whole life.

"This is fun!!" she exclaimed while skating circles around Draco.

"Show off." huffed Draco, sitting on his chair. "You wouldn't have done none of that shit if I didn't get you those skates."

"You're just mad that you not automatically good at something for a change." said Ginny, laughing while Draco sneered at her.

"Oh come on. Give me your hand, I'll help you." said Ginny, holding out her hand. Draco reluctantly grabbed it and allowed her to help him stand up and balance. After a few stumbling moments, Draco finally got the hang of it. He wasn't as good as Ginny, but he managed not to fall as much.

Soon the two started skating around the ballroom holding hands, enjoying the slow background music that Draco had turned on.

"Thanks for this, Draco." said Ginny. "This is really fun, I really like it."

"I'm glad you- OH SHIT!!" yelled Draco as he slipped up. Ginny hooked her arm around Draco's waist so he wouldn't fall back as Draco clung to Ginny's shoulder. Once he recovered his balance, they laughed nervously as Draco put his arm around Ginny's shoulder as she kept her arm where it was.

They stared at each other as they skated around even slower. Ginny gave Draco a sweet little grin, which he returned.

A slow realization started to creep over Draco. Maybe this infatuation with the Weasley girl's body ran a lot deeper than mere physical attraction. Sure he already knew she was a great person friend wise, and she was more than likely a great shag.

But could she be a lot more? Doing something as simple as skating around with her made him feel as if he was floating. Dare he say it, he felt butterflies.

As Ginny snuggled under his arm and laid her head on his shoulder, it all fell into place.

Shit. He liked her. Really liked her.

He was in trouble.