"W-we are here," Ginny whispered as she slowly floated over buildings. "S-should I search for an alley so we can sneak away?"
I didn't blame her for her throaty tone, or her stammering. After all, an hour of flight where she was playfully teased even as she pushed her new broom to the limit was hardly something that would help her to maintain her mood.
"No, try on top of that building," I said, pointing to a building that was fancier than the others. I wasn't as calm as I sounded. While the flight hadn't been as challenging for me, I still teased her for an hour, which meant my shaft was hard and throbbing in anticipation.
What I needed was to cum, preferably by bending down the frustrated redheaded witch in front of me, but I decided against it. How much her ass tempted me and I admired her womanly curves.
"Isn't it safer to land on the ground," she asked. "Maybe not in the center of the city," she added.
"Don't worry, I have already arranged it," I said. She said nothing else, and just went down and landed on the roof. "Good girl," I whispered, enjoying her shiver. We landed on the roof, and while she was busy shrinking her broom, I removed my robe, revealing a well-fitting muggle attire underneath.
"Enjoying the show," I whispered when I found her looking at me in shock.
"N-no," she whispered, but I took a step forward, locking her between me and a wall.
"I don't like lies," I whispered as I felt her trembling against me. "Now, why don't we try again."
"I… I like it," she admitted after a momentary thought, shivering as she said so.
"Good," I said as I grabbed her robe, and her eyes widened in panic. Yet, in her shock, she failed to react as I unbuttoned her robe, first taking a note of her beautiful tanktop and the absence of a bra - with some amazing implications for her nipples - then her skirt which was short enough to cause a scandal in Hogwarts.
She was prepared for fun, though my speed still shocked her. "Draco, no, not here," she whispered in panic, unaware of her words already accepting my intrusion.
"Sweetie, we can't go visit places while you wear a robe. We'll be too noticeable."
"You… you want me to walk like this… in public -" she whispered in shock, ready to reject the opportunity, so I decided to intervene before she could solidify that decision. I leaned forward for another searing kiss, which was heated enough without me pushing my leg between her legs to part them, making the moment even more erotic.
"Don't worry, not for long," I whispered. "We have landed on top of a department store, so our first objective is to shop a bit. You need proper muggle clothing if we want to blend."
"L-let's go, then," she said as she grabbed my hand and started walking toward the stairs. I let her drag me, amused by her blush. She was clearly feeling self-conscious about going public in her revealing clothing, and wanted to change.
Too bad I had other plans for her new clothes.
We climbed down the stairs, and after a few recommendations, we were in front of a store. "We're here," I said.
Ginny looked at the store, and suddenly blushed. Understandable, as half of the mannequins showed lingerie, and the other half wasn't exactly an improvement. "T-that's the store?" she gasped.
"Yes, that's it. Let's go," I said, this time pulling her behind me.
"But…" she murmured, her eyes wide as she gazed at the mannequins, each more revealing than the last. "This place looks too expensive to afford," she admitted.
"Nonsense, it's not something to worry about, I'll be paying," I said as I dragged her inside, before she could mention just how revealing the clothes on display were.
"I can't let you-" she started, only for her to fall silent once I pressed my hand against her lips.
"Nonsense, it's a date, and I'm paying," I said, domineering yet naughty at the same time. She might have reacted more negatively under more ordinary circumstances, but with her body burning on the edge of a climax, there wasn't much she could do about the situation.
"May I help you," said one of the attendants as she walked toward us. Ginny shuffled uncomfortably at her presence, but I put my hand on the small of her back to calm her down.
"We can handle it alone, but thanks for the intent," I said. She seemed unwilling to depart, but a simple spell was enough to push her away and leave us alone. And, at this early hour, the store was almost completely empty, making the situation even more fun.
"Now, to pick something beautiful for you," I whispered as I used my hand on her naked waist to drag her forward, enjoying her shiver. As much as I wanted her to drag her toward the lingerie section, I decided against it as we stood in front of the dresses. Particularly, a light blue dress with a long, beautiful skirt and shimmering fabric. A beautiful designer dress.
"T-that's beautiful," Ginny whispered as she touched the fabric. "And, so soft. I can't believe it. I never knew muggles could make something like this…"
"They have their own surprises," I said, amused that I, as a Malfoy, defending muggles to a Weasley. The irony was simply tasty. "Why don't you go and try this. I'm sure it'll look amazing on you."
Her excitement to try such a beautiful dress was electric, putting a smile on me as she skipped toward the dressing room. It took a significant effort to keep my amusement from blooming into an evil laugh. Ginny had grown up poor, noticeably so, and it was Potter's mistake not to show her some opulence that he could afford, to give her some resistance against the allure of the money if nothing else.
Yet, without that, she found herself lost in excitement as she put on dress after dress, posing for me with growing excitement - and her arousal wasn't making it any easier for her to handle. I could have just taken her in a back alley, of course, but I wanted her to feel elation, happiness, and excitement.
I wanted her to believe that she was in love with me.
Lost in the excitement of trying unbelievably beautiful dresses, she missed the clear trend the dresses showed, getting shorter and shorter, the cleavage deeper and deeper. Soon, she was exclusively wearing little cocktail dresses of various colors, the kind that women wore to make sure every single gaze in a club was locked on them.
But that was still warm-up. "How about if you try this," I said as I passed her another bundle, and she went inside the cabin, not even checking.
"D-draco, what's this," she gasped a moment later.
"Something to go under your robes when we're back in the school, of course," I said. "Now, put them on and give me a show."
"T-that's too much," she whispered, but I was able to hear the sound of fabric, showing that she was already changing. Her complaint was there to make her look like she was not enthusiastic, but the speed she was changing inside the dressing room disagreed with that.
"Have you finished?" I called. She didn't answer, but there was also no movement. The door was locked, but I waved my wand to unlock it, not above pulling a trick. The door opened, revealing Ginny. "Fascinating," I whispered, and for once, there was no exaggeration in my tone.
Ginny had always been beautiful, but always in a tomboyish manner, her habits and her poor quality clothing making sure of it. Yet,, what was revealed when she was wearing an alluring set of underwear was nothing less than heavenly.
Well, maybe not heavenly, as a sexy, athletic redhead wearing a black underwear set was something more heated than innocent, even if her head was dipped low to hide her shy blush. Dressed in all-black underwear, she was spectacular.
"Do I look good," she whispered to break the silence, but I said nothing, I let my gaze crawl on her body. I gestured for her to stand straight, and she followed despite her blush. I let my gaze focus on her cleavage, her bra not large enough to contain her areolas, a little pink line peeking from the side, multiplying the sexiness of her cleavage.
Then, my gaze drifted down even more, taking a mental picture of the way how the elegant bra enhanced her already fit figure, even more, making my pants extremely tight in the process. Below, the panties struggled to contain her tight ass, toned by her endless Quidditch practice. Then, there was the solid black garter belt and stockings that combined the sight.
Fascinatingly, she even wore a pair of stilettos to complete view, once again black…
"Draco, do… I look good?" she whispered again, feeling hesitant after not receiving a response to her statement.
I didn't answer again, yet this time, she didn't look disappointed, not when I closed the door behind me…