UPDATE: So, yeah, I have gone off of writing in the last couple of years, but I am now trying to get back into it. I am really trying to finish this story, and I know there are a few reviewers who have been asking for any kind of update. Please think of the below as the first half of chapter 14. It is not finished, nor is it betaed at this point, I just needed to send it out here to see what you think. :)

I don't own anything recognizable as always.

Chapter 14:

And to think there was a time when Ginny had wished that she had more occasions to dress up.

She no longer looked forward to it.

Being with Draco was more difficult than she had even guessed at.

She was again sewn into a custom-made dress, but this one was so form-fitting that it was a little bit difficult to breath, and she kept looking down to make sure that everything was covered as it should be. The older gentleman seated across from her also appeared to have the same idea concerning her attire, and his eyes had been glued on her chest from the moment that they were seated almost an hour prior.

If it had been Seamus staring at her, she would have hit him by now, but that seemed vaguely inappropriate considering the formality of the occasion, and the age of the gentlemen in question.

Draco, damn his eyes, was sprawled indolently beside her, watching everything around him from behind his thick eyelashes. Ginny shot him a quick glare out of the corner of her eyes, wishing that dinner was over and that they could finally go home.

Home. Two months into their… arrangement, and she was already thinking of Draco's flat as her home.

"Having fun?" Ginny jumped, narrowly missing Draco's chin as he leaned over to whisper into her ear.

Narrowing her eyes at his husky laughter, she turned to face him, realizing as she did so just how close they were. Her breath caught as she came within inches of kissing him accidently, and she pulled back slightly even as he smirked at her.

"Something like that," she answered, trying very hard to ignore his affect on her body. It was frightening to realize that she might never get used to his charisma. Instead, the magnetism that existed between that had not diminished in the last couple of months, but instead had grown. Sharing a bed with the man every night, sharing her body with him, well, she had never been so satisfied in her life, so incredibly sated, but dealing with him on a day to day basis… well…

Add to that that her mother was now dropping not-so-subtle hints about Draco coming to a Weasely dinner and Ginny was approaching a nervous wreck.

"You look beautiful." Draco's husky voice interrupted her thoughts, and she raised her eyes to his in shock, and to be completely honest, pleasure. Draco gave out compliments incredibly sparingly. If he thought she looked beautiful, than she truly did. He would have told her if he thought she looked otherwise, or if anything else caught his notice. It was vaguely disconcerting to speak with Draco, as he always seemed to pick his words with a great deal of forethought. He was also incredibly intelligent, and seemed to observe everything around him behind his air of indifference.

Ginny licked her lips as she fell into his gaze, realizing that his pupils had dilated, and the grey had deepened significantly. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out a pale, elegant hand, and settled it on the back of her neck, gently massaging the soft skin there.

He was always able to turn her on so easily. Shaking with the intensity of her want, Ginny turned back to the table, turning a blind eye on the lecherous older man as she reached for her fork to take another bite of the antipasto.

"I want you," Draco breathed into her ear as he played with a loose curl that ran the length of the side of her neck. Biting her lip, Ginny resolved to ignore him. It was incredibly gratifying, despite his propensity for sexual advances in public places, to know that he was not unaffected.

In fact, he seemed to go up in flames just as easily as she did. She had never met anyone who was more attuned to her sexually.

Feeling his hand sliding up her leg, hidden by the table cloth, Ginny shot Draco a glare and moved away slightly. He followed, effectively trapping her as she could not risk encroaching on the personal space of the elderly witch seated to her left.

His hand found her leg again, plucking at the thin silk that encased them, reminding her of his open disdain for the barrier that had kept him from touching her as he wished in the past.

Ginny reached a hand down to grab his wrist, trying to appear casual. Unfortunately, everywhere that they went, Draco was so famous that he tended to attract attention. She looked around furtively as she tried, in vain, to pull him away from under her dress. Luckily, the main course was making its appearance on their plates, and most of the other guests seemed to be more interested in that than the fact that Draco Malfoy was trying to defile his date in front of two hundred people.

Feeling his fingers between her heated thighs, Ginny clenched them together in an attempt to get him to cease his advances.

Ginny tensed, feeling his lips against her ear. "Let me in," he commanded softly. She shook her head, and resolutely took another sip of wine from her goblet before turning her head to engage the witch across from her in a conversation about the state of the Wizarding economy in England.

She faltered when she felt him moving his hand against the enclosure of her thighs, but continued to focus her attention on the inflation of the galleon. That changed, however, when his clever fingers found the edge of the tiny panties that were the only undergarments that her tight dress allowed for. Her gasp when he plunged a long finger deep inside of her wet heat gained the attention of half of their table.

"Are you unwell, Miss. Weasely?" The witch beside, old Mrs. Dillser, who happened to be a distant relative of her mother's, touched a fragile hand to Ginny's forearm. Ginny, trying to control her panting as Draco's thumb rubbed slow circles against the tip of her sensitive clit, smiled painfully at Mrs. Dillser, thanking her for her unnecessary concern.

Draco simply smiled, and took a bite of his risotto with the hand that was not currently driving her insane. Ginny sputtered while trying to explain to the grandmotherly type witch that she was absolutely fine. His other hand was working her quim into a frothy mess underneath her dress, and she could feel the now-familiar heat starting to spread through her lower belly.

Ginny started to move her hips in time with his fingers involuntarily as she gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep from vocalising her impending release. Then, just as suddenly as he had started, Draco, the Bastard, removed his hand altogether, leaving her hanging on the edge of the precipice.

"I hate you," she muttered darkly, trying to gain control over her own body.

Draco smiled darkly. "I know."

It was late by the time that Draco led the way back home, Ginny wincing with every step she took in the ridiculously high heels.

"Seriously, why do I always end up wearing these things?" she groused, watching the back of his shining head as he stepped away from the floo to allow her entrance.

He glanced at her, skimming his eyes to her legs, before bringing his eyes back to her face. "They make your arse look fantastic."

Ginny blinked. "Thank you… I think."

He inclined his head as he picked up a pile of paperwork from the edge of the table where he had left it earlier in the day.

Ginny knew the exact moment that he tuned her out, but she didn't really feel all that insulted by it. Draco was just so intense. He turned his attention from one thing to the next, and it was a relief sometimes to not have that intensity focused upon her.

Pulling off her shoes as she made her way to the bedroom, Ginny pulled out her oldest pair of lounge pants that had, truthfully, probably belonged to Charlie at some point, pairing it with one of the twin's old Gryffindor jerseys.

Draco's husky laughter alerted her to the fact that he had indeed noticed her exit and followed. She turned around with a golden-red eyebrow raised inquisitively. "May I help you?"

"Always."

"Not everything is a sexual invitation, Draco."

He smiled slowly, his perfect teeth glinting in the soft light, before speaking, "but it does make everything so much more interesting."

Ginny shook her head, and made her way to the door which was blocked by his lean frame. With a mocking incline of his head, he moved out of her way so that she could proceed to the kitchen to obtain a glass of water.

Standing at the sink, staring blankly through the window that looked out over Muggle London, Ginny struggled to calm her nerves which were still tingling from her near-orgasm of earlier. She closed her eyes, and rested the side of the cool glass against her forehead, feeling fevered from Draco's mere presence in the flat.

This is insane, she told herself wildly. It was insane that one man could have such an affect on all of her senses. A man that she didn't even like. A man that was making her feel things that she had never felt.