Oh Ginny…

You and I both knew, from the moment that we saw each other from across the bar, that you would be mine tonight. You were there with Potter and his friends, your brother, but you couldn't take your eyes off me. I know… something about me seemed… different?

Maybe I am different. But some things never changed.

In the last few years, many things HAVE changed though. I do see things differently… but I am not like you. Not like your friends. Not like your fiancé.

Maybe that's what you couldn't resist, after so many drinks. That bar tender was certainly slacking on clearing away the empty glasses and there were quite a few of them around you, that's for sure.

As your eyes locked with mine, I could see the submission plain as day. You were mine for the taking, if I could just get you alone.

I casually moved over, as Potter noticed me.

"M-Malfoy," he slurred a bit, "How've you been?"

He reached out and shook my hand.

"I've been alright, just…" small talk, small talk… I could feel your eyes on me as I sat down next to you, across from him. It's funny he isn't uncomfortable with me around, that he's never noticed how we flirt so shamelessly… perhaps if he'd walked in on us when we almost kissed at the reunion last year, he'd feel differently.

As Potter, your brother and Granger chatted away with me, my hand moved onto yours under the table… you and I both know everyone is far too drunk to really notice what I was doing as I moved your hand into my lap, making you cup the huge bulge growing in my trousers.

I see your eyes grow wide out of the corner of my own. That shock… then a spark in your eye; desire. Potter doesn't notice me smirk, but oh, if only he knew… in this intoxicated, primal state, you couldn't hide that I was bigger. That you were pleased thinking about it. Feeling it. For a few moments, your little hand stroked it, I saw your legs grind against eachother slightly under the table… Stroking my dick under the table, right in front of your fiancé… filthy girl. You wanted it… but then there was frustration. You COULDN'T have it, of course. And then reason… Your hand pulled away.

As the evening passed, your friends got more and more drunk… drunk enough to where nobody was fit to get themselves home. Certainly nobody would be apparating, in this state. I was still only a bit buzzed, not too far gone… but I played along, played more drunk than I was. All part of the game.

Nobody knew how they were getting home, so I offered up a ride. I called up my driver, he was there in literally seconds. My how things have changed… a Malfoy, riding around in a car, like a Muggle.

I dropped your brother and Granger off at their apartment, Potter off at his… I'm shocked that you and Potter are STILL not living together… engaged, getting married in half a year, no less. Still, each of you lives separate… it will certainly make my little game easier to play.

We pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex. I could feel your frustration, your need… as I looked over at you, biting my lip, my hand moving up your thigh as my other tugged your hair, exposing your neck… kissing it, sucking it, biting it, bruising it…

You moaned and moaned, your hand moving back to my cock, rubbing more daringly as my hand tore your panties while pulling them down, exposing your perfect little cunt for me… I slid two fingers in, getting them nice and wet… you're so fucking tight.

I rubbed your clit slowly, teasingly as my lips met yours… I kissed you roughly, forcefully, and I'm not surprised by how you reacted to me… this is what you've needed. How you've needed to be treated, and you didn't even know, did you?

Well, deep down, I think you've always known what you've been missing…

My fingers stroked your clit faster… harder… as your hips were grinding up and down. You're panting, crying out, "Oh please, please, please…"

And as you came, you cried out, "Please fuck me! Please!"

But my hand moved away, and you heard me whisper, "Good night, Ginny Weasley…"

You barely know how it ended up like that, but there you were… getting out of the car, frustrated, needing more… exactly as I meant it to be.

Next time. All part of the game.