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Debt Relief, Malfoy Style	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 30907 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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I had a bit of trouble with this...unlucky 13, I guess...I hope you like it. Dom't forget to review, I'm feeling a bit insecure about this chapter.

There's a major lemon in the next chapter...

Ginny had just joined Draco and Harry for breakfast when her mobile chimed a text alert. She sat up, looking excited, then slumped her shoulders, when she saw Draco staring at her from across the table.

"Oh Merlin's Beard." Draco growled, attacking his muffin with the butter knife. "I know it's him. You don't have to look so bleeding guilty."

Ginny grabbed her phone and read the message. A look of confusion crossed over her face.

"What's the old duffer said that's gotten you so confused You usually giggle like a school girl when he texts you."

"He wants to know if I have a leather jacket." She sat up and glanced out the kitchen window. "I know it's cool out, but it doesn't seem cold enough for a heavy jacket." She typed and hit send.

Her phone chimed again almost immediately. "He says I'm to ask you for yours." She frowned again. "And I'm to wear heavy denim and closed toes shoes."

"What are you two doing today?" Harry asked, taking a sip of his tea.

"We're going to Ramsey to look at a Bed and Breakfast he's thinking of purchasing."

"Ranvilles Farm House? Yeah, he mentioned it to me." Draco said, pushing himself away from the table. He returned a moment later, a brown leather jacket clutched in his hands. "Here." He thrust it into her hands. "But you tell him if he's going to keep seeing you, he needs to buy you your own damn jacket. You'll positively swim in mine."

"But why do I even need it?" She hung the heavy coat on the back of her chair.

"You'll see." Draco laughed mysteriously.

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At 10:50 Ginny stepped into the floo, dressed in faded Levis, white t-shirt and her trainers. Draco's heavy jacket clutched in her hand.

"Have fun." Harry called after her as she disappeared in a flash of green.

Lucius grabbed her up the second she stepped from the floo and kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing tenderly with hers. He chuckled when he released her and she staggered back a step.

"Well Hullo to you too." She murmured. "Mmmmm. You look nice." Smiling at his jeans and t-shirt appearance.

"Good you have Draco's jacket. Let's see how it looks on you."

Ginny struggled into the heavy leather, the sleeves fell far past her hands and the hem was almost to her thighs. "It seems a bit large."

Lucius laughed at her head sticking out of the enormous jacket. "It will just have to do until we get you your own."

"That's what Draco said."

"Oh he's just a selfish little prick. He never did want to share his things." Lucius said, spinning her around so her back was too him.

"Hey?" She yelped as he gathered her hair into bundle and tied it with a strip of leather. "What are you doing to my hair."

"Trust me." He said, tucking her pony tail inside the jacket.

"I think I'm going to get a bit hot in this." She groaned, flapping the loose sleeves of the jacket at him.

"Oh Merlin, I can only hope." He leered, winking at her. Bending down he pressed his lips to her ear.. "I'm actually hoping you get so hot you come violently while screaming my name."

Ginny took a step back and eyed him nervously. "What are you going on about?" She asked warily. "You said we were going to look at some investment property."

"Oh we are." He said, tying back his own hair and shrugging into a black leather jacket. "That doesn't mean you can't enjoy a few orgasms on the way. I'll even let you keep your clothes on. Come on." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the back of the manor.

"You're not making a bit of sense. You realize that don't you?" She said as he led her across the lawn to the garage.

Smirking down at her, he opened the door and pushed her inside.

"Oh. A motorbike." She glanced up at him nervously. "I've never been on a motorbike before."

"Bite your tongue woman." He laughed, handing her a helmet. "This is not a motorbike. This is a Vintage 1973 Harley Davidson Sportster."

"Oh la ti da. It still looks like a motorbike to me. Who does that one belong too?" She asked, glancing at the other Harley in the garage.

"Severus." He tightened the strap to her helmet, before putting on his own. He turned and straddled the powerful machine. "Well climb on. Hopefully you will find the experience..." he paused, searching for the right word, "stimulating. Hold on tight." He said, grabbing her hands and wrapping them around his waist. She jumped as he kicked the roaring engine to life.

Ginny held tightly to his waist as he drove down the manor lane and turned onto the the main road. The bike rumbled and vibrated between her legs. Her initial fear and trepidation eased with the confident manner in which he handled the huge machine and soon she had relaxed enough to look around and try to enjoy the country side racing past.

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Ginny groaned and fisted her hands in frustration. They were about 30 minutes into the ride and Lucius' cryptic statements had become all too clear to Ginny now; "enjoy a few orgasms" "hope you find it stimulating." The Harley was like a giant vibrator stuck between her legs.

She groaned and shifted her hips. "A bloody vibrator that refuses to hit you in the right space and let you come for fucks sake."

Ginny had reached the peak, several times, but was unable to fall over it. Her whole body seemed to tremble and ache with her need to come.

"Fuck." She hissed, shifting her hips again, trying to find just the right spot. Panting, she carefully removed one of her hands from around his waist. Groaning she reached between her legs and shifted the crotch of her jeans slightly.

"Ohhhhh." She cried out with pleasure. The thick seam of her jeans was now directly on her clit and being vibrated by the powerful machine beneath her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Rolling her hips gently she groaned and shuddered as her long overdue climax exploded inside of her.

Lucius smiled as he felt her shudder and relax against him. He'd been able to feel the tension building up inside of her for several miles and could feel her wiggling and moving her hips, trying to find just the right spot.

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By the time he turned down the gravel road that would take them to Ranvilles, Ginny had come two more times, shuddering and digging her fingers into his thighs and hips. As he parked the Harley under the shade of a large tree, she sagged heavily against his back.

Pulling off his helmet, he loosened the tie on his hair and shook his head. His long blonde hair settled across his shoulders.

"We're here." He said, looking over his shoulder at her. "Did you enjoy the ride." He was unable to hide the laughter in his voice.

Ginny mumbled something under her breath and climbed off the back motorbike. Reaching up, she pulled at the strap holding the helmet to her head.

"Let me help you with that." Lucius said, swinging his leg off and over the bike.

"I don't know whether I should be pissed off at you or, or, or...Oh I don't know what I'm supposed to feel."

Taking her helmet from her, he laid it next to his on the bike's seat. Leaning over he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the neck. "Did you enjoy the ride?"

"Mmmmhmmm." She moaned. "Couldn't you tell?"

"Oh I could tell. I loved feeling you come, the way you trembled." He kissed along her jawline. "Do you feel good?"

"Yes."

"Then don't waste any energy being pissed off at me. Just enjoy the fact that you feel good." He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her tenderly. "Now are you ready to do some business?"

"Absolutely." She said shrugging out of the oversized jacket. "What exactly do you need me to do?"

"Just look things over. Let me know your opinion, what works, what doesn't work. What can stay, what needs to be changed." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small leather parcel, waving his hand over it, he it enlarged to the size of a briefcase. "Ready?"

She took his hand and they walked the small distance to the largest of the buildings. Lucius held the door open for her.

Ginny glanced around the lobby area, it was shabby and in desperate need of a good cleaning and airing out. She followed Lucius to where an old couple stood behind a counter.

"Good afternoon. I'm Lucius Malfoy and this is my..." he looked down at Ginny, a look of bemused confusion on his face. "partner, Ginny Weasley. You contacted my office..."

"I didn't contact you." The old man said, glaring at Lucius with a look of disgust on his face. "Me wife called you after the last bank turned us down fer a loan. I've not 'eard good things about you, Malfoy. I've 'eard lots of talk about shady business deals and the like."

"Well Mr...?" Ginny looked at him in question.

"Rogers." The man grunted, looking from Lucius to Ginny and then back again.

"Yes. Mr. Rogers." Ginny said. "We're sorry to have taken up any of your time. Good luck with your B&B. Come along Lucius." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door back into the yard.

"What a bleedin' arsehole." Ginny mumbled under her breath as she trudged across the yard. "How dare that cockroach speak to you like that. Who in the bloody hell does that left testicle think he is?" She stopped when she realized Lucius was no longer next to her. She turned around to stare up at him.

"Interesting way of doing business Ms. Weasley."

"Oh you're not doing business with that bleeding dog turd. Over my dead body."

"Mr. Malfoy. Oh Mr Malfoy."

They both turned to look as a very round woman hurried across the yard towards them. She was red faced and breathing heavily when she reached them.

"Please don't leave Mr. Malfoy. Don't listen to that husband of mine. He stupid as a horse's arse and twice as mean." She paused and took a huge gulp of air. "We need your help. Need it desperately. This building has been in my family for years. I've tried to keep it going meself, but it just gets the best of me. I'm not as young as I used to be. I know me husband was awful to you. But if you could please just take a look around and give us any advise, any help that you can. Well I'd be deeply in your dept."

Lucius and Ginny exchanged a silent glance. A small smile played across Ginny's lips as she looked at the old woman. She nodded her head slightly.

"Mrs. Rogers," Lucius said, picking up her hand and kissing the back lightly. "It would be my honor."

A blush rose to the old woman's face and for a moment, Ginny imagined she could see the beautiful young girl she used to be. "Oh thank you, thank you." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a ring full of keys. "We don't have any guests, so feel free to look around." She pointed to the largest of the three buildings. "That's the main farmhouse, it has four bedrooms with two full baths." She turned and pointed to a second building. "The Granary is self contained with it's own kitchen and eat in and that building over there." She pointed to the smallest. "Is where me husband and I stay."

"Mrs. Rogers." Ginny asked. "Do you have a restaurant or dining room where you serve food?"

"In the main farm house. I do all me own cooking." The woman said proudly.

"Wonderful." Ginny said. "Could you cook us up a sampling of what you would normally serve and we'll meet you there in..." She glanced at Lucius.

"An hour and a half."

"Were you really going to just walk away?" Lucius asked, after the old woman had gone back to the farmhouse.

"Of course I was." She huffed angrily. "I wasn't letting him get away with talking to you like that. Fucking arsehole. Okay. Let's start exploring. Do you have a notebook or a parchment I could write on?"

Lucius shook his head and reached into his briefcase, handing her a legal pad and a pen.
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