AN: Ginny/Draco, found, amongst others, in a notepad I'd forgotten about. Not my characters, but you know that.

The room was warm, but not stiflingly so. It was summer, late evening, and the sun was just beginning to set. Heavy velvet curtains had been drawn, and the room was lit only by candles, five small, flickering flames placed around strategically. It was light enough for the two people to see each other, which was what mattered. Their eyes met, a sultry, smouldering glance, and the woman reached up with one hand to remove the clasp in her hair. Red curls tumbled down, over her shoulders and half-way down her back. He beckoned to her, and she moved gracefully into his arms for a brief moment, before stepping away again. Her high heels didn't make so much as a sound on the soft carpet - all that could be heard was their breathing, slowly becoming heavier and less controlled.

In one smooth motion, the dress she wore, a black silk halterneck, was unfastened and slithered to the floor. She stepped out of it, kicking it aside. A sharp intake of breath showed that he liked what he saw. Pale skin that almost glowed in the candlelight, dotted here and there with freckles. She wasn't tall, but her legs in the black stilettos seemed endless, and she had curves to make anyone green with envy.

"I like the colour choice."

"Thought you might approve." Her lingerie, delicate wisps of silk and lace, were dark green, a colour that she would have refused to wear, purely on principle, a few years ago.

"Stop teasing me and come here."

A low, husky laugh greeted the impassioned command, but she complied, pressing her lips to his and sliding her arms around his waist, untucking his shirt. They continued to tease, brief, innocent kisses mixed in with long, slow ones, tongues touching, almost dancing. Her fingers, meanwhile, deftly unbuttoned his white shirt and slid it off, tossing it to the floor in the same careless manner as she'd abandoned her dress. A tattoo in the form of a dragon was revealed on his upper arm, the tail winding down and ending in the same place as the Dark Mark would have been, if he'd become a Death Eater. She trailed her fingernails over the image, raking the skin lightly.

"I thought I said..."

"You did. That doesn't mean I'm going to do what you say."

"Doesn't it, Mrs Malfoy?"

"I never have before, so why start now?"

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

She lay in his arms afterwards, her hair tousled and her skin heated. Even mussed, his blond hair never looked less than perfect, something which still made her envious, even now. Not that it mattered, at the moment. She watched the glittering of her diamond ring in the glow of the candles, while his attention was on her.

"Happy anniversary, Ginny, love."

"Happy anniversary, Draco. Most people said we'd have killed each other before a year had gone by, but we haven't."

"I'm sure you've come close, with the tricks you get up to in the bedroom."

"Oh hush, Draco." She laughed, though. They'd defied the odds, proven everybody wrong, and were still so incredibly happy together.