sarea | You know you're an evil bitch when ...

... even though your friend is sick and asking for drabbles to cheer her up, she somehow ends up being the one to write one for YOU. But man, I just can't write drabbles. My brain wants to make it more than what it is (or probably should be). I simply do not function that way, but I can admire on-the-fly writing. Done in 25 min. over Y!M, with talking and stuff in between. Liss, I proclaim you Queen of Drabbles!

Oh, she's insisting that I say that the quality of the writing is affected by her illness. *rolls eyes* *runs out and gets a cold*

Volcano by Liss

Rated NC-17

He slid his hand up her thigh, taking the thin material of her blue cotton skirt with it.

"Draco," she half-whispered, half-moaned. "Someone might catch us."

Draco looked up at his lover and covered her mouth with his finger. "Sshhhh, Weasley," he said. "Nobody will catch us here. We'll just have to keep the noise down."

She flicked her long red hair, which Draco thought almost looked like an erupting volcano in the sun, and raised an eyebrow. Neither of them were known to be quiet when making love.

He rose above her like a giant, his shadow covering her body, and wound his fingers through her hair, lifting her head up for his kiss.

She met him eagerly half way, and when he slid his tongue into her mouth, caressing hers, she almost melted in his arms.

"Draco," she moaned quietly. "Oh, God."

"I know, Weasley," he said, his lips drifting down to the soft skin of her neck. "You want me to touch you."

"Yes," she panted. "Please, Draco... please touch me."

Her voice was a plea, a sigh and a prayer all at once.

Draco Malfoy wasn't one to not oblige the beautiful redhead when she asked so nicely, so he reached up underneath her top to unhook her bra, then brought his hand around to caress her bare breast gently.

Ginny gasped slightly at the intimate contact and trailed her fingers down his body, over his skin, burning him.

As he pulled her forward to remove her top and bra, she straddled him, undoing his belt. Her fingers wrapped around his already hard arousal just as his tongue flicked over her nipple, and they moaned together at the contact. Her fingers increased their pace as he suckled her breast, allowing one hand to drift down and over her bare thighs.

His fingers crawled up her skin to the part covered only by a small amount of cloth, and without preamble, he shifted the material aside and swirled his fingers around her center, revelling in the fact she was already slick and ready.

"Oh God," Ginny panted. "Draco, please... inside me.... now." The last word was almost a whisper.

"Yes," he groaned. "Now, Weasley."

They stood and hurriedly removed the remaining barriers - Draco pushed his trousers and boxers down and Ginny removed her knickers and threw them to the side. He sat back down and she manoeuvred herself into position, and it only took a sharp shift of Draco's hips to push himself into her.

They sat silently together, neither of them moving for a few long moments so they could adjust to their closeness.

He kissed her neck, his lips burning her skin, until finally she began to move slowly.

Draco let Ginny take control and she teased him relentlessly, so much so that he wanted to throw her down on the ground and make her scream his name over and over with a few hard, deep thrusts. But there was something intoxicating about her moving herself up and down on him, the way she rotated her hips and small gasps escaped her lips.

It didn't take long for her to come, and the breathy moan she let out was enough for him to surge forward, thrusting up into her a few times before he exploded within her.

She slumped forward into his arms, neither of them able to speak for long moments. Draco stroked her hair, holding her close. She raised her head to look at him, beads of sweat on her forehead, and Ginny leaned in, closing the gap and sealing her mouth over his. Draco kissed her back, relishing the closeness he felt right now.

If he'd ever thought about it, he would never have imagined he'd know a Weasley as intimately as he did the youngest one, but as he kissed her back, he knew he'd never regret it.

The End.

Author notes: For my dear friend Sarea, with much love and sloppy kisses XXX