After sending Fleur away, I had stopped by a certain magical business to borrow one of their newest prototypes. It was a trade secret I had taken, but being a part of the Death Eater movement - on the surface, at least - had certain perks, and I was not above using them when I had a date to impress.
Then, I went back to Hogwarts, but after some consideration, I chose to use the Room of Requirements to rest. The day had been exhausting enough, which was a part of my decision, but also I wanted Lily Potter to stay in the room, alone, simmering with arousal and neglected.
After a satisfying sleep and a long shower, I was ready for my date. I was already at the lakeshore half an hour before my date, yet, I noticed a certain redheaded figure already waiting for me in a hidden alcove, pacing back and forth hesitantly.
A smirk bloomed on my face as I watched her back and forth, my approach hidden under the cloak - and I had already made sure we had no observers through the map - to avoid any scandal.
It would ruin the fun of taming the famous firecracker Ginny Weasley.
I approached her silently, concealed, curious how she would react. For a few minutes, she did nothing but walk back and forth, checking the time again and again, tense in anticipation. "… I can't believe I'm going on a date with that bastard," she suddenly murmured when there were five minutes to the date.
I would have gotten angry at her for referring to me as a bastard, but after everything I had done, that epithet was the least I deserved. I let the insult slide with a smirk. Admittedly, her hand, jumping to her chest to caress herself in anticipation, did a lot to suppress that as well.
She likely tried several times to repeat the climax she had experienced with me, only to fail spectacularly thanks to the spell that prevented her from climaxing. A simple trick, but still effective. I was tempted to add a few more spells, to see how she would react, but after some consideration, I decided against that.
I wanted to see how she would react without any intervention.
Just as the date hour arrived, I stood behind her and put the cloak into my pocket. Then, before she could notice my presence, I hugged her from behind. "Guess who?" I whispered into her ear as she stiffened under my touch, one of my hands covering her eyes while the other on her belly. I wanted to maul her tits, but that would have been an aggressive start for the date.
"D-draco, you're here already," she whispered.
"Of course, I'm here," I answered. "Do you think I would miss an opportunity to have a date with the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts easily?"
"S-shut up," she whispered, though her smile growing at the compliment.
"I'm wounded," I whispered into her ear. "I might even have got mad if you hadn't recognized me immediately," I said, and she shivered. "Or, you actually tried to get out of my hug," I added.
"D-draco!" she gasped again, trying to pull herself from my hug at the reminder. Yet, I knew she was much stronger than she had been displaying. Still, I let her go.
I was not in a hurry and it was a great day. I didn't want to hurry for the fun. If that had been my intention, I would have asked her to the room of requirement - or maybe my suit, to give Lily Potter another show with another redhead.
Instead, I stood still, watching as she shuffled in discomfort. Yet, despite her discomfort, I noticed her checking me out whenever she thought I looked to a different location, her longing clear. It was good to see our last encounter left its mark.
"So, a date…" she whispered, hesitant. "What's the plan? Hogsmeade?"
"No, I doubt you will feel comfortable in any magical location, so I had some arrangements in Muggle London," I explained, only for her enthusiasm to suddenly disappear.
That reaction didn't surprise me. Arthur Weasley was obsessed with anything muggle, but in a way that provided constant low-key annoyance to his family while also ruining their financial potential. Add in seven children, no wonder the youngest daughter reacted negatively at the mention.
Luckily, I had something more interesting in mind than showing her rubber ducks.
"How are we going to travel?" she said, her tone much flatter, but still with a hint of enthusiasm. "Apparation, or sneaking to the Hogsmeade."
"Neither," I answered with a smirk. "I was thinking of flying with a broom, at least a part of the distance, if you don't mind."
"I don't think my broom could go that much," she admitted, blushing as she looked at the ground, once again feeling the sting of her meager means. Almost enough to make me feel bad that I was manipulating her.
Almost.
"Don't worry, I actually have a surprise for you," I said as I pulled a broom from my bag. The prototype I had picked earlier.
"W-what's this," Ginny gasped as her gaze fell on the broom, which gleamed. "I have never seen this broom, but it looks amazing." I passed it to her, and she started caressing it, dazed.
"It doesn't have a name, not yet," I said, which earned a surprised look. "It's the latest prototype of Nimbus company, they are finally trying to take down Firebolt decisively," I said, watching her eyes widen.
"And, you trust me to use it," she whispered.
"No," I said, and her smile died. "It's my gift for you," I followed, and the dour expression turned to shock. "T-that's… too much. I can't accept it," she gasped, trying to push it away.
"No, you can," I countered. "With the war going on, I would feel better if you have an excellent broom to protect yourself in case of an emergency."
"You would do that for my safety," she gasped.
An excellent time to deliver some romantic statement. I took a step forward, and she didn't step back, not even when I grabbed her chin. "I do anything… to keep my girl safe," I whispered. She opened her mouth to answer, but that didn't last long before her lips were sealed by mine.
A searing, merciless kiss, one that she accepted obediently after the spectacular gift she had just received.
I was tempted to push her down and take her right there and then, but that would mean ruining quite a bit of preparation. I needed to impress her to leave a lingering mark, which wouldn't happen by playing the final chapter immediately.
"However, we have a problem," I whispered. She looked dazed after the kiss, and didn't respond. "We only have one broom, so you'll have me as a passenger," I explained.
"Not a problem!" she gasped loudly, relieved the problem wasn't particularly spectacular. However, from the uncomplicated nature of her tone, I understood that she missed the sensual nature of our closeness as we flew.
She mounted the broom immediately, and I sat behind her, my arms softly holding onto her belly innocently. "Now, the invisibility," I said and cast the disillusionment charm over us, then added another to allow us to speak by cutting off the wind. Then, Ginny kicked off.
We were quick to leave Hogwarts behind even as Ginny didn't push the broom to the limit, and each second increased her confidence more.
"So, happy with your gift," I whispered to her ear, grabbing her belly tighter as I asked so.
"Yes, it's amazing," Ginny answered. "The best broom I had ever used, bar none."
"I'm happy to hear that," I said, feeling her smile even without seeing her face. Still, I let her fly a few more minutes before I started playing with her, my hands climbing up to caress the underside of her breasts over her robe.
"D-draco!" she gasped.
"I'm just holding tight to make sure I don't fall down," I explained. A rather transparent excuse, and my hand, slipping under her robe as I said so, didn't help.
Although, I met with a little surprise under her robe. I had been expecting her to have her uniform under her robe, or even in the best case, some kind of boring casual outfit. I certainly wasn't expecting a thin tank top and a very noticeable absence of a bra.
Not that I was complaining in any manner.
This close to her, she had no hope of hiding her blush, or the way she stiffened. Yet, she said nothing, nor did I, just let my hand slip down to her naked stomach, caressing lazily. That was not my only trick against her, as soon, I pushed forward, making sure my erection was pressing against her ass.
And started rocking my hips - as much as I could on a broom. She had let out a few moans, and slowly started to get tenser and tenser, but despite her aroused state, the climax was not near.
Not when I wanted to use our journey to elevate her to the right mood.