Next Day Fuck.

Ginny awoke to the sound of dripping water echoing through the cavern, her body stiff from sleeping on uneven stone. Draco’s arm was still slung over her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. For a disorienting moment, she forgot where they were—until the scent of damp earth and the distant screech of some unseen creature snapped her back to reality. The fire had burned down to ashes, leaving the cave in near-darkness.

Dracos hard cock was poking her bare ass as she awoke, a fact that would've mortified her a week ago. Now, she simply shifted her hips back against him with a sleepy hum, feeling him groan into her shoulder blades. The cave walls glittered faintly with bioluminescent fungi, casting eerie blue patterns across their tangled limbs.

The sound of Draco's ragged inhale against her skin sent an unexpected ripple of heat through Ginny's body—equal parts exasperation and arousal. She rolled over to face him, the rough cave floor scratching her bare thighs. Moonlight from the entrance illuminated the sharp angles of his face, his grey eyes already wide awake and glinting with mischief. "Morning, Weasley," he drawled, his fingers tracing idle circles on her breast. "Sleep well?"

Ginny swatted his hand away, though her lips curled in **** amusement. "Don't get cocky, Malfoy. Literally." She sat up, wincing at the dried leaves stuck to her back. Outside the cave, dawn painted the jungle in gold and emerald, the air thick with the scent of blooming nightshade—a flower she'd learned the hard way caused hallucinations if inhaled too deeply.

His hand grabbed hers. "You going to be a good partner and help me out with this?" He motioned to his erection.

Ginny arched an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching as she looked down at Draco's predicament. "You're joking," she said, though her voice lacked any real conviction. The jungle humidity clung to them both, amplifying the scent of sweat and something earthier between them.

Draco smirked and slid his hand into her hair gently pushing her mouth down.

Ginny's breath hitched as Draco's fingers tightened in her hair—not painfully, but with enough insistence to make her pulse jump. The cave walls seemed to press closer, the bioluminescent fungi pulsing faintly as if reacting to the tension between them. She hesitated for only a heartbeat before letting him guide her down, her lips parting instinctively as she took him into her mouth. The taste of salt and musk flooded her senses, and Draco's groan echoed off the stone walls, raw and unfiltered.

Draco's hips arched off the cave floor as Ginny worked him with slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue swirling in patterns that made his fingers tremble against her scalp. The cave's humid air clung to their skin, amplifying every ragged breath and muffled moan. When Draco finally pulled her away—his pupils blown wide—Ginny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smirked. "Satisfied, Malfoy?"

He flipped her over spreading her legs. "Not yet." He positioned his cock.

Ginny gasped as the cold cave floor pressed against her back, Draco's hands rough and insistent on her thighs. The bioluminescent fungi pulsed brighter, casting jagged shadows across his face as he positioned himself between her legs. His cock pressed against her entrance—hot, insistent—and she arched up instinctively, her nails scraping against stone.

Draco didn't ease in—he drove forward in one fluid motion, swallowing Ginny's sharp cry with his mouth as their bodies locked together. The sudden fullness stole her breath, her thighs clamping around his hips as the cave walls seemed to tilt around them. Draco's hands slid under her, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, the friction sparking heat that coiled low in her belly.

The rhythmic slap of skin against skin mingled with the distant drip of cave water, their ragged breaths bouncing off the cavern walls. Ginny dug her heels into Draco's back as he pistoned into her, the rough cave floor scraping her shoulder blades raw. Some detached part of her mind registered they should be conserving energy—but the rest of her burned too fiercely to care.

Draco's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged against her neck as the cave seemed to pulse around them—whether from the glowing fungi or the blood pounding in Ginny's ears, she couldn't tell. A coil of heat tightened low in her belly with each snap of his hips, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she tipped over the edge with a muffled cry against his collarbone. Draco followed moments later, his body shuddering against hers before collapsing onto the damp leaves beside her.

The cave fell silent save for their panting breaths, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Ginny stared at the flickering fungi overhead, their glow dimming as dawn's light crept through the entrance. Draco's fingers trailed absently down her ribcage, his touch raising goosebumps where moments before she'd been flushed with heat.

Ginny stretched her aching muscles, wincing as the cave floor's uneven surface dug into her hip. The scent of crushed leaves and Draco's sweat still clung to her skin, mingling with the earthy dampness of the cavern. Outside, the jungle hummed with morning activity—bird calls that sounded suspiciously like laughter, the rustle of unseen creatures moving through the undergrowth.

Draco rolled onto his side, propping his head on one hand as he traced idle patterns across Ginny's stomach. "You know," he murmured, "for someone who despised me a week ago, you've adapted remarkably well to this arrangement." His smirk was infuriatingly self-satisfied, but the way his thumb brushed her nipple softened the jab.

Ginny flicked a leaf at his face. "Despise is a strong word. Loathed, maybe." She sat up, stretching until her spine popped. The morning light filtering through the cave entrance painted golden stripes across Draco's bare chest—pale skin marred by scratches she didn't entirely regret.

Ginny's fingers brushed over the fresh scratches on Draco's shoulder—thin crimson lines standing stark against his pale skin. A week ago, she'd have hexed anyone suggesting she'd leave marks on Malfoy like this. Now, the sight sent an illicit thrill through her.

Ginny's stomach growled loudly, interrupting the quiet aftermath of their cave entanglement. Draco arched an eyebrow, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her hipbone. "Hungry, Weasley?"

"Starving." She said. "I wonder why?" Eyeing him.

"No Idea." He smirked.