Work Text:
Ginny Weasley was the most unexpected flatmate Draco Malfoy could have gotten. On top of being on different ends of the Weasley versus Malfoy family feud, they were also on rival teams in the social volleyball league. Though, considering Draco hadn't much choice since his father had exiled him, he took what he could get. She was just as desperate as he was for a flatmate since Hermione Granger had moved out when she got engaged to the Weasel king, and despite their differences and unyielding bickering, they were compatible flatmates. Draco was a good cook and a meticulous homemaker, and Ginny was a great eater and a messy girl. Draco enjoyed being able to tell her off for leaving her clothes on the floor or not putting away the dishes. He particularly loved her pouty huff before she ultimately did as she was told.
Draco found himself taking care of her even if it wasn't part of their poorly mocked up contract. She was wonderful company, so he truly didn't mind, though he would never verbally admit it.
When Draco left the Weasel and She-Weasel née Granger’s engagement party last night with the drunkest and youngest Weasley almost snoozing in his arms, Draco knew that he would be in charge of her turndown service.
“I always knew you liked me, Draco,” the girl giggled as she looked up at him while he walked them to her room. “Look at you… taking me to your bed the moment I get a little bit tipsy. Naughty, naughty.”
“You say the darndest things when you’re drunk, Red, and I’m taking you to your bed,” Draco responded, shaking his head. “Let’s get you some sleep, yeah?”
“Noo… I’m not sleepy yet!” Ginny whined, wriggling in his arms.
Draco settled her on her bed after adjusting the pillow the way he’d seen her do a million times.
“You were just about to fall asleep. Go to bed,” Draco dismissed, tucking her under the covers.
“I can’t go to bed like this!” Ginny exclaimed, fighting against the covers and attempting to sit up.
“No, no, no,” Draco tutted, pushing her shoulders until she was flat against the bed.
“I am not going to bed with makeup on! I need to take it off!” she said, pointing to her face.
“If you get up now, you will end up falling on your face and the floor will take your makeup off for you,” Draco warned, pointing a stern finger in her face.
Ginny pouted. “But it feels icky.”
Cute.
“Fine,” Draco grumbled before walking towards her bathroom. “Will water and a towel do?”
“No! Get the micellar water and two cotton pads,” she called out.
“Your cellar water?!” Draco asked, his tone high in disbelief and confusion. “How is that better than tap water and a towel?”
“It’s the blue bottle next to the cotton pads, you donkey,” Ginny huffed, her voice muffled and Draco knew she was face first into her freshly cleaned pillowcase.
Draco picked up the only two blue bottles he could find sitting on her sink and read the labels.
Crystal Clear Cleaner
Micellar Cleansing Water
“What the fuck does this mean?” Draco mumbled to himself before grabbing some cotton pads and heading back to her bed. “It has to be one of these, right?” he asked the girl who was laying on her stomach.
She lifted her head and squinted to look at what he was holding.
“Draco. If you put that damn mirror cleaner on my face, I’ll make you drink the rest of it,” Ginny spat, frowning as she ripped the larger bottle out of his hands and blindly tossed it into her bathroom. A loud thud told Draco there would be a mess he would have to make her clean up in the morning.
“I’ve got to hand it to you, you’ve really earned your reputation,” Draco said with a chuckle. He then turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the main light, leaving the room to glow in the warm hue.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped, glaring at Draco as he sat next to her on the bed.
“The Daily Volley was right. You really are the hottest hitter in the social league,” Draco replied. He waited for her to hear his words and for the adorable flush to rise to her cheeks before continuing, “in terms of temper.”
She rolled her eyes, before grabbing the micellar water and cotton pads and placing them on her lap. “I thought you were finally ready to admit your unwavering crush on me. Don’t think I don’t see you checking me out when I’m in my uniform,” she said with a small, devious smirk.
Draco couldn't tell if she was joking, but he hoped she was and that she didn't see right through him.
“See? You’re so drunk that you’ve become delusional,” Draco joked, shaking his head as he watched her wet the cotton pads with the water and bring it up to her face.
“Ouch!” Ginny yelped, pulling her hand away and clutching her eye.
“What’s wrong?!” Draco jumped, grabbing her hand and checking the cotton pad. “Was that the mirror cleaner?”
“No, I poked my eye!” Ginny whimpered with a pout, looking at him with one eye closed.
Draco couldn't help but chuckle. “Clumsy girl.”
“Don’t be mean.”
“Open your eyes,” he said as he scooted closer.
Ginny forced her other eye open.
Draco blew against her face, hoping to soothe her eye.
“Better?” he asked, before blowing some more.
“I don't know how, but it’s helping,” Ginny sniffled, blinking hard. “Thanks.”
He then rubbed the makeup off of her face with the cotton pad, making sure to mimic the soft strokes he’d seen her do multiple times. She passed him a fresh cotton pad and he moved on to her eyes.
“You look like a raccoon,” he joked, chuckling at the way the mascara smudged.
She made a face, which Draco returned.
“You can go rougher. I’m not made of glass.” Despite the innocent setting, her words and tone sent a heat blooming down his spine.
God, if you exist and are just, give me the strength not to ruin my friendship with this damn woman.
Draco hummed in response, before doing harder strokes, until all her makeup was off and her sweet, bare face was revealed.
Cute.
“Gonna change,” Ginny mumbled, before pushing her covers away so she could get up.
Draco jumped up in panic. “No! I already said that you will faceplant.”
“I won’t!” she yelled, before placing her legs on the floor to stand up. She was back on her arse before she was even vertical. “See? Didn’t even faceplant.”
“Just go to bed,” Draco huffed, rubbing his eyebrows in frustration.
“But this dress is so uncomfortable,” Ginny whined, tugging at the short skirt of her sparkly red dress.
Draco gulped, his eyes drifting down to her exposed thighs. “You should've thought of that before putting it on.”
“Get me my sleeping shirt,” Ginny ordered him, pointing at her dresser.
“The one with the holes, the one without, the striped ones, or the new one with the giraffe?” Draco asked as he walked over to her dresser and opened her pyjama drawer.
“Softest one.”
“Holey one then.” Draco pulled out said shirt and when he turned around, he was stunned to find Ginny with her skirt bunched up at her waist as she tried to take it off. The tightness of the dress seemed to be making it difficult for her.
“Help!” Ginny yelped, her arms stuck awkwardly since her dress couldn’t go past her chest. Her toned stomach was on display and Draco forced down the groan that threatened to pass his lips.
Having a ridiculously fit volleyball player as a housemate was a challenge when she also happened to be the younger sister of one of Draco’s rivals. The same things he found repulsive about Ron Weasley, he found endearing on the younger Weasley.
“Gosh, you look like those baby kangaroos we saw in that documentary,” Draco joked, rushing over to her side with her nightshirt in his hand. “What’s the problem here?” he said as he assessed her.
Fuck.
Draco knew the tight dress was stretchy, yet it was struggling to go over her breasts, leaving it to accentuate her endowments. Draco forced his eyes back to her face so that he wouldn't have to rush out of her room due to an unwanted friend visiting.
“It wasn't this hard to put on!” Ginny whined, wiggling as she tried to yank the dress over her chest.
“I think it’s gotta come out from the bottom,” Draco suggested.
“Ugh!” Ginny huffed, flopping back down on the bed in defeat. “I’ll just sleep like this.”
Draco snorted. “You’ll want to change eventually and I’d rather you do it now when I can make sure you won't bang your head, instead of later when you wake up in the middle of the night to puke.”
“So bossy.” Ginny pouted, before sitting back up and pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slipping her arms out of them. She held the fabric to her chest. It was practically a bandeau. “Turn around, perv.”
“Bint,” Draco spat, facing away from her. He heard some shuffling behind him before she sighed.
“Okay, I lied. Turn back this way, perv. The dress won’t budge.”
Draco chuckled, before turning back and sitting next to her. “Come on, you.”
Ginny’s cheeks seemed redder than it was earlier, and Draco was sure that he mirrored her. The proximity on top of the lack of clothing was a setting they hadn't experienced together before, but their domesticity made it more intimate than heated.
Draco’s hands found the sides of her dress, and he bit his lip when he felt the soft flesh of her tits against the side of his hand. He tugged the dress downward a few times, and once it got past her chest, he let out a very audible and clear groan when his eyes came directly to her round, soft breasts ‘contained’ in an unstructured strapless bra.
He swore he heard her giggle at his reaction.
“Thanks,” she said, covering her chest as he helped her get the dress down her waist, pass her arse, with resistance as well, and down her legs. She kicked the dress off and slipped the oversized t–shirt on, before collapsing back on her bed with a dramatic sigh. “I’m free!”
“You’re welcome.”
“Thanks.”
Draco tossed her dress into her laundry basket and plopped back onto the edge of her bed.
“What time are you heading to your parents’ house tomorrow?” he asked, lying down facing her with a hand holding up his head.
“I’m not going,” Ginny mumbled as she settled against her pillows and pulled up her duvet.
“Don’t you Weasleys do some big Christmas breakfast feast?”
Ginny nodded, her eyes casting down to her fingers as she fidgeted with the edge of her duvet.
“You’re going to miss that?”
“Harry’s going,” she spat, her eyes meeting his.
Oh. Harry Potter, Ginny’s on-and-off boyfriend, the bane of Draco’s existence, and the setter on her volleyball team. Draco had hated him since their school years and even more now that he was playing cat and dog with the girl Draco lived with (and had more than occasional romantic thoughts of).
“So you guys are currently…” Draco trailed off.
“Off,” Ginny finished for him. “He told me just now at Ron and Hermione’s party. At least I got to see my family on Christmas eve, I guess… He’s been such a prick lately, and I can't force him not to come, especially since he wouldn't have anyone else to celebrate with,” Ginny huffed.
“That’s not fair. It’s your family. Kick the damn bastard out!” Draco argued, the constant annoyance he had for the other man bubbling up again now that he found another reason to hate him.
Ginny shrugged. “I’ve had them every year for twenty one years, it's fine. I thought I’d just stay here. At least you’d be here, so I wouldn't be totally alone.”
“What makes you think I don’t have any Christmas plans?” Draco teased, raising an eyebrow and poking her feet from outside the duvet.
“Because you’re banned from your parents’, and Blaise and Pansy are spending the holidays together in Prague,” Ginny said matter-of-factly, lightly kicking away his hand.
“Fine. I guess we’ll be celebrating together.” Draco hoped that his smile wasn't too big. “Will we be exchanging presents?”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “Honestly, I didn’t think we were at that stage of our housemate-ship yet.”
“Seriously?!” Draco exclaimed, sitting up and crawling closer to her. “I’ve cleaned up after you so many times, and you're constantly stealing my good wine!”
Draco leaned against the headboard next to her, glaring at her playfully as she giggled at him.
“That doesn't make us friends!” Ginny said, pointing a finger at him.
“Are you six?! Do I have to ask you personally to be your friend?” Draco asked, tickling her side.
Ginny yelped and scooched away from him. “Stop! It’s not like you got me anything!”
Draco also didn't think they were close enough to exchange gifts despite how intertwined their lives were. He did go shopping to find something for her, but he was worried that the gifts would come off as inappropriate or romantic and scare her off, so he went home empty handed—save for the candy she had requested for him to buy before he left.
“I didn’t,” Draco concurred, which earned him a light slap across his chest.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Can’t be worse than Potter,” Draco pointed out as he slipped under her covers.
She loosened her grip on it so he could get his fair share.
Ginny groaned. “Definitely not.”
“You want to talk about it?”
And she did. Draco wasn't sure how long they stayed awake and if they even got to the end of her story, but morning came sooner than his body felt acceptable.
Draco usually woke up with his pillows on the floor since he moved a lot in his sleep, but that morning, it seemed that his pillows had stayed on the bed—really, on top of him. He felt a weight on his chest, and he was warmer than he’d usually be on a winter morning.
Huh?
Draco opened his eyes, expecting to wake up in his sterile black and white room, only to find himself in the sage green and blue grey colour vomit which was Ginny’s room, and the pillows on him weren't pillows—it was Ginny. Her head was resting in the crook of his neck, breathing out warm air against his skin, while her right arm and leg were thrown over his body. She was soft against him, inviting and tempting in the way her leg brushed against his dick. Draco wondered how they ended up there, but he sure wasn't complaining.
He went to move his arms to stretch and only then did he realize that his right hand was on her bare thigh, under the covers.
It was becoming too much for him. That was the closest he had been to Ginny, and the most physical contact he’d had with her. He wasn't sure how he could get out of it without making it awkward, but he knew that the longer he stayed with the hot redhead all over him, it would get even more awkward when something else stirred awake.
“Gin?” he whispered, rubbing her back softly to rouse her from her slumber.
“Hm?” she whined into his ear as she stretched against him. She snuggled closer and Draco wondered if she was making noises in her sleep instead of responding to him.
Fuck, she’s so cute.
“Ginny, you gotta let me up,” Draco tried again.
She finally stirred awake and looked up at him.
“You slept here?” she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“I don’t think you would’ve let me leave even if I wanted to,” Draco joked, nodding at her limbs that were still enveloping him.
“Sorry!” she yelped, extracting her limbs and scooching away a little.
“No worries at all. I slept well, so no complaints here,” Draco assured, kicking his legs to the side of the bed and sitting up.
“I slept good too,” Ginny said, stretching out on the bed like a cat. “I’m surprised I didn't wake up to puke.”
“I’m grateful you didn't wake up to puke,” Draco concurred.
Draco turned around to look at her, and his heart swelled when his eyes met hers. He didn't want to leave. If he could, he would get back in bed with her and hold her close until the snow melted into spring.
Ginny didn't seem to have anything to say about him accidentally spending the night in her room. If she was upset, she didn't show it.
She smiled at him, before grabbing the duvet and pulling it over her head. “I’m sleeping again,” she announced, her voice slightly muffled under the covers.
“Alright, sleepyhead,” Draco chuckled. He headed to her bedroom door and opened it to leave, but stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on the living room that they had both poorly and lightly decorated together right as the first snow fell.
“Merry Christmas, Ginny,” he called out over his shoulder.
“Christmas, Draco!” Draco thought she yelled back. He couldn’t really tell.
Draco shook his head in amusement and closed the door.
It was a slow morning for him. He didn’t glance at the pile of presents that his friends had given him out of pity, nor did he bother to try the Christmas Cookies his mother had sent. He was still pissed that she let his father kick him out. She did a good job at keeping him close despite everything, but Draco wasn’t eager to taste the bittersweet reminder of how Christmas at the Malfoys’ felt like.
He made a cup of coffee and grabbed a stale Jammie Dodger from an opened bag in the pantry, before settling in front of the television.
It was depressing. Draco couldn't even pretend to be interested in the program despite there being gorgeous, barely clothed broads on the screen.
If this sucks for me, it’s going to be worse for Ginny, he thought, recalling how excited she initially was when she told him what Christmas was like at her home. She had forced him to go shopping with her for her family’s gifts and decorations for their flat, and his heart still melted at the memory of how happy she was.
Draco looked at the little Christmas tree on the mantel—plastic and pathetic—and let out a groan. One glance at the clock and distant soft snores told Draco that Ginny wouldn’t be up anytime soon.
He discarded the bitter black coffee, threw out the stale cookie, and got ready to step out into the snow.
Ginny woke up to the sound of glass breaking.
“What the fuck?” she grumbled, flipping the covers off of her and squinting through the morning light. “Draco?” she called out as she sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes.
“I’m fine! Don’t come out here!” he replied, his voice panicked.
“What’s going on?” Ginny asked, worried. She got up from her bed and shuffled through the mess on her floor to get to the door. She tried to twist the doorknob, but a resistance stopped her. “Oi! Let me out!”
“No! Go back to sleep!” He was on the other side, stopping the doorknob from turning.
“What the hell! Let me out!” Ginny yelled, twisting the doorknob with all her might.
“Fine,” she heard Draco huffed, and the door opened.
She pushed past Draco and expected to find a large drink spill on the new carpet she had ordered for the flat, which would explain why Draco didn’t want her to come out yet, but she was delightedly surprised when she spotted a full sized Christmas tree by the fireplace. It was much bigger and actually real compared to the one she had gotten for the mantel. Draco was opposed to large Christmas decorations and called them ‘tacky’ and ‘distracting’. Ginny was sure that it was actually because he was sad that he wasn't able to celebrate at his home, so she was really only allowed a few small trinkets along with the little tree, which made the new addition very surprising.
“You got us a tree?!” Ginny squealed, hopping and clapping happily. “Oh, it’s beautiful!”
“It’s bare, but I was working on it to surprise someone, until that someone decided to suddenly be an early bird and ruin the surprise.” Draco smiled as he moved back to the tree, where Ginny finally spotted the broken glass ornament scattered on the floor.
“You broke the ornament!” she pointed out, making her way to the tree.
“Oi! Don’t come here ‘til I’m done cleaning. Your coach will sue me if you get injured before the next season,” Draco scolded, shooing her.
“Why would he sue you?”
“Your team already didn’t trust me to move in with you, I’m sure they’ll blame me for the injury too,” Draco said with a grin. He picked up the larger pieces of the broken ornament, then swept the smaller glass shards into a dustpan.
“Oh, yeah. I can already see the headline ‘Puddlemere’s Passé Setter sabotages Falcons’ Star Hitter’,” Ginny joked, earning her a red Christmas stocking to the face. “Oi!”
“Go put those the mantel,” he ordered, tossing her another one.
“But you said not to come over there,” Ginny argued.
He rolled his eyes, before kicking off his fluffy indoor slippers and sliding them to her. “Put those on.”
Ginny tried to ignore the way her heart clenched at the gesture. It was surprising how caring and chivalrous he was, since Ginny initially only knew him as the bratty school senior that her brothers hated to their cores.
Ginny went over to the mantel and used the random trinkets on it to hold the stockings. The light weight of them made her heart sink. Despite their forced frugality, her parents always made sure all seven of their children would have enough presents on Christmas so that they wouldn’t feel left out. The empty stocking was a painful reminder that Ginny wasn’t home with her favourite people, on her favourite holiday, all because of Harry and his stupid, cocky self. A part of her missed him, but she’d rather not see him anytime soon.
Besides, Draco was looking up to be great holiday company.
“Okay, you don’t have to look so sad. I got gifts to put in them, there’s no need to pout,” Draco said, seemingly noticing her gloom as he used a wet paper towel to clean up the area before discarding it into the trash.
Ginny’s unconscious pout went deeper. “This is so sweet, Draco. Thank you.”
Draco smiled at her—a wide, genuine smile she rarely saw on him—and picked up a box of ornaments. “Come on. Now that you’re awake, you can help me decorate.”
They spent the next hour bickering over which ornaments went where, and if they should return the shedding wreath. At some point, Ginny had dropped another glass ornament during her attempt of escaping Draco when he started chasing her around because she sneezed on him by accident, having no free limbs to cover her nose and mouth. Ginny thought it would be one of her most depressing Christmases ever, but it was actually relaxing and fun with the constant teasing as background noise to their slow, unburdened morning.
They celebrated the end of their decorating debacle by enjoying hot chocolates on the couch as they stared at the undying, artificial flames of the electrical fireplace as it cycled through its animations.
“It looks like Father Christmas took a dump in our living room,” Draco commented.
“I think it looks cozy and very Christmassy,” Ginny countered.
“Did you like your present?” Draco asked, nodding to the tree. He stretched out his legs and rested them on the coffee table as he let his head plop onto the sofa’s backrest. He faced her with a proud grin.
“Obviously. This is amazing, Draco. Thank you, really,” Ginny said, rubbing his shoulder appreciatively.
“You really want to thank me?” Draco leaned in closer, until their faces were only inches apart.
Ginny’s breath hitched and the alarms in her head were telling her to move away, but his deep grey eyes and comforting scent kept her there.
“Yeah.” She didn’t know why she said that.
“Really?” Draco pushed, his eyes flickering down to her lips for a split second.
Ginny noticed his cheeks flush, and she wondered if hers did too. She nodded.
Suddenly, he leaned in until his lips were right by her head, and Ginny braced herself for a kiss, but was disappointed when all she got was a ridiculous demand whispered right into her ear.
“Get me more marshmallows.”
Ginny pushed against his chest in annoyance. “You’re so mean!”
“What’s wrong, Gin? Were you expecting something else?” Draco teased, wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.
“No, I wasn’t!” Ginny huffed, grabbing his mug and heading to the kitchen.
“I’m sure, love. That explains why you’re blushing so hard right now,” Draco pointed out with a cocky wink.
“You’re blushing too,” Ginny countered, rolling her eyes as she dropped a handful of mini marshmallows into his mug.
“So you admit it. You’re blushing?”
“Shut up, dickhead,” Ginny snapped, shoving his mug back into his hands and plopping back down on the sofa. She had overestimated how much space she had left between them and ended up halfway on his lap.
“Woah, there.” Draco placed his hand on her thigh to steady her. “You’re real clingy today, huh?” he said as he grabbed both her legs and laid them across his lap.
Ginny snorted at the contradiction. “And you’re being awfully touchy,” Ginny replied, nodding down at his hand on her thigh. She didn't oppose it, and she’s sure that Draco could tell from her smile.
“Just getting comfortable,” Draco shrugged, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “We’ve got a long day ahead.”
“Yeah? What do you have planned?”
“Well we finished decorating at one, we can have lunch at two—”
“I hope you’re cooking, ‘cause I’m not in the mood to go out,” Ginny cut him off.
Draco chuckled. “Alright, lunch at two thirty… and we can nap from four to eight then sleep from eight ‘til tomorrow.”
“So a whole lot of nothing?” Ginny pointed out.
“You have a better idea?”
“We can go out for drinks tonight? Maybe see the lights?” she suggested.
“You just said you don't want to go out.”
“That’s for right now. Night time me is a different me,” Ginny corrected.
“Of course,” Draco chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, we can go out later tonight.”
They sat there in silence for a while, Draco’s hands softly caressing her thigh with an odd familiarity. It was domestic and romantic, but it wasn't alarming at all. It felt natural and real, like the new Christmas tree he had bought just for her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a present,” Ginny said, her hand finding his.
His eyes glanced down at their hands, then back up to meet her gaze. “It’s alright. I have everything I need.”
“We get it, you’re loaded,” Ginny joked, rolling her eyes.
“That’s not what I meant,” he whispered, his tone low and true.
He squeezed her thigh one time, and Ginny was starting to think that she should worry about the alarms in her head, except they were no longer ringing—as if Draco and her cuddling on the couch was something normal to her body and mind. Perhaps that was why she ended up all over him last night. It was instinctual, not accidental.
The soft smile on his lips was comforting, in a way that invited her in, but she wasn't sure if his feelings reflected hers.
Though from the way the usually cold and snobbish man held her close and how he had gone against his own minimalistic vows to deck out their living room with red, white, and green, Ginny felt that there was something more to their unfortunate flatmateship.
“Actually, I do have a gift for you,” Ginny said, biting her lower lip.
“If it’s a regift or a recycled one, I will burn down this damn flat,” Draco joked, making a face.
“Shut up, prat. Just close your eyes,” Ginny ordered.
“Oh, you have it here, then?” he asked as he shut his eyes and grinned.
“Yeah,” Ginny replied, leaning in.
“I wonder what it is… I hope it’s a new computer… or a motorbike… or maybe even a kiss—”
Ginny shut him up with her lips on his and even though she was surprising him, she was the one left shocked when he immediately grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. Ginny squealed and giggled against his lips as he practically devoured her, his hands unrestrained as they explored the exposed skin of her thighs, her curved sides, and her toned back under her oversized t-shirt.
Her hands weren't static either. She played with the ridiculously neat blond hair of his and groped his biceps—the ones she had been shamelessly ogling since the day he moved in. She felt blessed on the days he wore tight shirts or abandoned tops all together.
His kisses were passionate and rough, not at all similar to the careful kisses Harry granted her. Harry was a sure thing for her, but she was never sure if he actually wanted to be with her. Draco kissed her like he wanted her completely, leaving her no room to doubt if he actually did.
“Shit, Gin,” Draco mumbled against her lips when they finally pulled away for air.
“You like your present?” she asked, her hands on his neck as she placed another quick peck on his pinkened lips.
“Fucking love it,” Draco growled, pulling her flush against him, while his hands travelled down to grab her bottom. “I’ve been wanting to feel this fat arse of yours since I saw you in your uniform. It’s pornographic how short your shorts are, you know?”
“You’re such a perv,” Ginny giggled.
“Can you blame me? Just look at you,” Draco said, spanking her arse lightly.
“Hungry for more?” Ginny teased, grinding against his crotch, earning a deep groan from him.
“Fuck, yes.” He nodded, standing up with his hands under her thighs to support her. “Looks like we have real plans for today.”
“Your really to stay in bed all day?”
“I’ve been wanting you in my bed for a while now. I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for since you took this long to kiss me.”
“You could've kissed me!”
“I wasn’t sure if you liked me back! I wasn't keen on getting my bollocks chopped off!”
They were halfway to his bedroom when her stomach audibly growled. Ginny bit her lip and hid her face in his neck in embarrassment.
“Poor you. Hungry for something else, hm?” Draco cooed, turning in his tracks and heading to the kitchen instead.
“It can wait!” Ginny pouted, tightening her grip around his neck.
“No, it can't. As horny as I am, I’m afraid of what the hangry you would do to my dick,” Draco argued, shaking his head as he settled her on the kitchen counter.
Ginny didn't unhook her ankles behind him and instead pulled him closer until he was trapped between her legs.
“But I want you now,” she whined, pulling at the waistband of his pyjama pants.
“Just a quick meal, Gin. We need fuel if we plan on staying in all day,” Draco said, giving her a tender kiss on her lips, then one on her nose, then her cheek.
“What happened to getting drinks and looking at Christmas lights? You know, the lights thing is a family tradition of mine,” Ginny said with a faux disappointed look. Knowing what she could have instead, she no longer found the appeal in window shopping other people’s houses.
“Fuck those traditions. Let’s make our own, yeah?” Draco squeezed her thighs and kissed down her neck.
“What? Fucking all throughout Christmas day?” Ginny blushed.
“Yeah, maybe after we eat, we can start right here in the kitchen,” Draco whispered against her skin, biting her teasingly.
They spent the day just like they said they would, leaving the house even messier than before, with the occupants bare on the bathroom floor after their flat-wide sex tour. Neither of them noticed the three different visit attempts, nor the string of phone calls they received—too occupied with one another to care about the world outside of their yuletide decorated flat.
If you asked them, it was definitely a white Christmas.