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Cementing
Relationships
Part
1
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Narcissa
stared into the ballroom at Black Hall.
Memories of parties past ran through her mind. She could clearly see Lucius dancing her across
the floor the evening of their engagement party. Time is a fickle thing; a year ago it saddened her that this place would likely not see a
party for years. Today, she was sad because it would be the location of the Malfoy heir’s birthday
celebration, an event she thought she would always control and reign over at
her home. The blonde witch
sighed, at least Ginevra allowed her to take part in the planning of the event.
“Cissy”
she heard a deep soft voice whisper.
“Cissy, my lovely daughter Narcissa,” the voice of her father seemed to
float in the air and she thought it was a dream at first. “Cissy, I need to speak with you before
Ginevra returns.”
She
turned away from the ballroom and went to answer her father’s portrait in the
hall, “Yes, Father.”
“Your
sister, Bellatrix, is a danger. She is
not well mentally. My portrait hanging
in the underground passageway heard her talking to Andi’s
youngest grandson. After your meeting
with Ginevra, go to the passageway and my portrait there will provide you with
very important information.”
Ginny’s
footsteps sounded down the hall. “I will
speak with you soon, Father.”
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Andromeda
Tonks sat outside a café in Diagon Alley.
The owl she received from her baby sister was puzzling to say the
least. She wouldn’t
have come if the owl did not imply that her youngest grandson’s well-being was
in jeopardy.
Narcissa
smiled at her sister. “I’m so glad you had the time to meet with me, Andi.”
“How
could I not? Why do you believe…”
The
flashing of cameras interrupted her question.
“The Black family reunites. Does
this meeting have anything to do with your missing sister?” asked Rita Skeeter
Narcissa
took Andromeda’s hand and stood saying, “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving,”
and walked hand in hand with her sister away from the crowd. Once in a clearing, she whispered, “Trust
me, Andi,” before pulling her close and
Disapparating.
They
landed in front of Malfoy Manor. “Is
Lucius home?” Andromeda questioned.
“Yes,
but don't worry, I can handle my husband.
We'll go to my rose garden,” Narcissa reassured as she kept hold of
her sister’s hand. Andromeda’s small
shivers of fear stopped when her childhood memory popped into her mind. She giggled and Narcissa turned to her
questioningly.
“The
tables have turned, Cissy. I held your
hand to calm your fears when we were children coming to Lucius’ eighth birthday
party here at Malfoy Manor,” Andromeda said.
Narcissa
giggled, “I remember. Lucius had teased
me at Bellatrix’s party. You were the
one who said you could handle him then.”
She patted her sister’s hand.
“Only a fool would cross two Blacks at once.”
As
they entered the manor Lucius came down the
stairs. His face froze upon seeing the
older Black sister and he hissed at his wife, “Narcissa, what in the magical
world do you think…”
“Lucius,
that is no way to greet my sister,” she stated flatly.
Quickly
assessing the potential costs of angering his wife, Lucius hurried to take his
sister-in-law's hand, placing a gentle kiss upon it and greeting her in a most civil manner. “Andromeda, welcome to Malfoy Manor,” he
said in a cheerful tone.
Narcissa
turned and led her sister down the hall.
She looked over her shoulder and said, “We'll be in my rose garden, darling, and do not wish
to be interrupted.”
The
two witches quickly made their way to the center of the garden and sat at a
table there where an elf served them tea.
“What
makes you believe John is in danger?” Andromeda asked.
“Father’s
portrait informed me that during Cygnus' birthday party, Bellatrix took John
into the underground passageway which leads from Black Hall to the
stables. He overheard her talking and
she called the boy, Cepheus. Why would she do that?”
Narcissa questioned.
“That
is his middle name.”
“Andi, according to father, Bella spent a great deal of time
explaining Black Family history and politics to the boy, spinning a tale of
great adventure and asking the child if he would like to be a part of it. When he agreed, she told him that his parents
would not let him and that they would lie to him about her. She instructed him not to believe his
parents' stories about her and that she would come for him and take him away so
that they could travel the world together learning vast amounts of powerful
magic.” Narcissa patted her sister's
hand. “Bella is insane, Andi, and she wants your John as well as my Cygnus.”
Andromeda
sighed. “Thank you, Cissy. I will inform Remus and Nymphadora.”
“There
is one more thing. Father’s portrait
believes Bellatrix may be in Bulgaria.
He spoke of a village by the Black Sea that she favored and a mountain
town. He said we visited those places
often when Bellatrix was nine. I cannot
recall their names and neither could he.”
“She
enjoyed the beaches of EmberIi as I remember. Maybe Smolyan
for the skiing. Nymphadora still works in the Aurors offices. I will contact her. Thank you, Cissy. Is it safe for me to Disapparate?”
Narcissa
nodded and a pop sounded moments later.
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Ron
could hardly contain himself at the sight inside Forean Fortescue’s Ice Cream
Parlour where his only brother-in-law stood holding a sack from Ginny’s
favorite perfume shop in his hand, Thuban next to him with a large bouquet of
flowers. Cam was there as well, clasping
a box of Ginny's favorite chocolates.
Ron brought the sight to his companion, Charlie’s, attention and the two quietly entered and stood unnoticed close to the
Malfoys.
From
his father’s hip where he was perched, Serpens ordered a half galleon of
'Mummy’s favorite ice cream' and Ron could no longer suppress his mirth. “What kind of trouble did you get yourself
into this time, Malfoy?” he asked with a huge smile.
“Hello,
Ron, Charlie,” Draco managed to say in an attempt to play nicely with the
Weasley wizards.
Ron
patted his back in response to the gesture and replied, “You must be in big
trouble. What’d
you do? You can tell us, we’re family.”
Draco
rolled his eyes, “I didn’t do anything.”
“We
know better than that, Malfoy. A bloke doesn’t buy his wife all those gifts unless he’s in
trouble. Did you have to sleep in a
guestroom last night?” Charlie asked with a chuckle.
Ron
cleared his throat in a failed attempt to hide a laugh. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me either, looks
like it was a big mistake.” He
put his hand on Draco’s shoulder and whispered, “Did she
bat-bogey you?”
“No!”
Draco spat moving his shoulder so that Ron’s arm fell off it.
“It
wasn’t Daddy. It was Cam and Serpens,”
Thuban offered. “Serpens broke her
favorite bottle of smelly stuff and then Cam hid from her. She was crying when Grandfather and I got
back home. Didn’t Grandma tell
you?”
Concern
replaced the humor lining the Weasleys’ faces for they realized how terrified
being unable to locate Cam for even a short period of time
would have rendered their sister. Bellatrix was, after all, still at large.
“Bloody… Haven’t been to the
Burrow in a couple of days. When did it
happen?” Ron asked.
Draco
raised a brow in inquiry at Charlie who was still living at the Burrow.
“I
haven’t been to the Burrow either,” the older Weasley admitted.
Draco
smirked wondering where Charlie had been spending his nights. It was going to be fun, indeed, to share this
juicy tidbit of family gossip with Ginny later.
“Where
have you been Charlie?” Draco leaned
closer so his sons wouldn’t hear. “Or should I ask, whom have you been with and
what have you been doing with her?”
Charlie
blushed, “My affairs are not the topic, Malfoy.
How’s Ginny…”
“So
it is an affair !”
Draco interrupted, grinning.
The
older wizard exhaled. He'd
come in to taunt the prat. Somehow the tables had been turned so he changed the
subject, “How’s Ginny, Malfoy? I’m sure
she was rather upset.”
“She's
fine now. However, upset was an
understatement for what transpired on Friday afternoon. Cygnus thought that it would be funny to hide
from his mother,” Draco eyed the little wizard, “he realizes now that there was
nothing at all humorous about his actions.”
“I
scared Mummy. It was very wrong. I won’t do it again.” Cam looked at his uncles hoping, in vain, for
sympathy.
“It
didn’t lessen Ginny's distress when she was unable to reach anyone by floo at
both my office and the Burrow," added Draco. “Luckily, my father brought Thuban home soon
after she'd discovered Cam's absence.”
Serpens'
eyes opened wide as he explained, “When Grandfather calls you, you better come. So
Cam did.”
Draco
politely took his leave saying, “You’ll have to excuse us, gentlemen, I told
Ginny we’d be home before lunch.”
“We
need to be getting to the Ministry. See ya’ Malfoy.”
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Draco
dropped his fork and hurried out of the dining room, wand in hand, to confront
the commotion that had erupted in the foyer seconds earlier. Ginny huffed at him as he ordered her to
remain in the dining room with the boys.
However, she uncharacteristically did as she was told
for once.
Draco
approached the foyer cautiously, ready to cast a spell, but the closer he got,
the more he realized his wand wasn’t needed. He sheathed it at the sound of his
brother-in-law’s outraged voice.
“I
don’t care what they’re doing. I want to
see my sister now!” Ron demanded.
“What’s
the problem, Weasel?” Draco hissed.
“They’ve
got them, Malfoy. I need to tell Ginny.”
“What?”
“The Aurors. They located Bellatrix,
Rodolphus and Rabastan. The Bulgarian Ministry has them in custody!”
Ron shouted excitedly.
“You’re
sure?”
“Yes.”
Draco
threw his arm around the shoulder of a very shocked Ron exclaiming, “That’s
great news, mate. Come along and join us
for lunch. You can tell Gin and we’ll
drink to the capture in my study after.”
The blond wizard’s arm remained around his brother-in-law as they walked
into dining room to receive dumbfound looks from its occupants.
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Ginny
could not take her eyes off Lucius holding Leo.
She wasn’t concerned for the babe’s well being,
just astonished at the way the wizard handled the child. Oh, he cradled and cuddled him, as would
anyone with a three month old. But he spoke to the infant as if he were an adult. While most people cooed and babbled nonsense,
Lucius discussed business. She smiled
remembering the first time she’d seen Lucius holding
and talking to Thuban.
Lucius paced across the
nursery with newborn Thuban cradled in his arms. The baby was crying and in an attempt to calm
him, his grandfather spoke softly to him, “Yes I agree, Thuban. The recent import restrictions the Ministry
has imposed irritates me to no end too.
However, we must endure and maintain our composure.”
The
feel of Narcissa’s hand on her own brought Ginny back from her thoughts. “I’m sorry Narcissa, you were saying?”
The
older witch smiled. “It’s quite alright,
dear. I often find myself observing
Lucius with Leo. It is amazing the way
the baby’s eyes follow him. I believe he
understands every word his grandfather is saying.”
Lucius
continued, “The potion research laboratory you suggested is up and
running. Your father rather enjoyed
putting it together."
Leo
looked right into Lucius’ eyes and cooed loudly.
“Your
father decided to start small. We have four
Potion Masters, each with six assistants.
Your daddy had the fourth floor of our offices in Diagon Alley
transformed into their laboratories.”
The
baby babbled for a short time and gave his grandfather a meaningful look.
“Why
yes. I deem that by next year we will
need to hire more Potion Masters and build them their own structure.”
The
baby cooed some more.
Ginny
turned to Narcissa and smiled, “They do appear to be having quite the
conversation.”
“Did
you get your reservations settled?” Narcissa asked.
“Yes,
thank you. I changed to the hunting
lodge in Portsmouth. I hope Draco doesn’t mind. It
isn’t as nice as the one we normally go to for his birthday but it’s a lot
closer to home in case we're needed.”
“I’m
sure he won’t care, dear. He only wants
to spent time alone with you,” Narcissa patted her hand. “You need not worry,
the boys will be fine at the Manor through Saturday. Aren't your parents going to stay with them
at Black Hall Saturday and Sunday?”
“Yes,
the children aren’t used to the Burrow yet,” Ginny
sighed.
Narcissa
smiled. She was happy her grandchildren
would not spend time in that shack the Weasleys called a house, although she didn’t want to hurt her daughter-in-law’s feelings. “I’m sure in time they will view it as a
third home.”
Draco
walked out onto the patio, kissed Narcissa on the cheek, greeted his father,
patted Leo on the tummy and sat next to Ginny, lightly kissing her lips.
“Welcome
home,” Ginny whispered before returning his kiss.
He
scooted his chair as close to hers as possible, took her hand in his and kissed
it. “It’s nice to be home. Now, what is this about a third home?”
“Your
mother was merely reassuring me that the boys would get used to staying at the
Burrow.”
He smiled
at his mother then smirked at his wife.
“Is there any special reason the topic of the boys staying at the Burrow
came up?”
“We’ll
talk about it later, Draco. Don’t you want to change?
We need to be at the pub in thirty minutes,” she said giving a meaningful look at
their boys who had not noticed their father’s arrival. “We’ll never be on time if they spot…”
Serpens
spied his father. He was careful not to
alert his brothers as he walked over to Draco and pulled on his father’s
slacks. “Daddy, are you really going out
tonight?” The boy laid his head on
Draco’s lap and looked sadly into his eyes.
“Don’t go. I miss you.”
He
picked the boy up and headed inside the house.
“I’ve got to go, mate. Uncle
Blaise is waiting for Mummy and me. Come
and help me pick out my clothing.”
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“Draco,
Miles, get over here. I’ve got twenty
galleons Richard and I can beat you at darts,” Blaise called merrily to his
mates.
Miles
got up from the table and started toward them.
Draco, however, was very happy cuddling up next to Ginny. Blaise walked over and took the blond wizard
by the arm.
“Come
along, Malfoy.”
“Bloody
hell Zabini, you’re worse than my sons.
Every time I get my arm around my wife, they pull me away.”
Blaise
pulled his friend to his feet. “Ginbug
needs to talk with someone over the age of six and under the age of thirty
who's not you once in awhile.”
Ginny
kissed her husband’s cheek. “He’s not
going to leave you alone, so it’s best to get it over with.”
The
witches watched as the two men walked off.
Millicent turned to Pansy, “Blaise is in a better mood this
evening. He was a dragon at the office. I almost didn’t come this evening.”
Daphne
smiled at the others, “Pansy put tulips on his broomstick before they got
here.”
Raven-haired
Pansy blushed and exclaimed,
“Daphne!”
“Pans,
he was a major prat when Miles and I came to pick you up. You told us to go ahead without you and
twenty minutes later you show up with a very happy
Blaise. Just how did you put that big of a smile on him?”
“He
was feeling unloved; with all the wedding planning, I haven’t had much time for
him,” Pansy explained.
“Wizards
are always moody when they’re randy.”
Pansy
rolled her eyes. “He wasn’t randy, Daphne. Blaise gets moody when he’s feeling
neglected,” she giggled. “When he’s randy he won’t stop touching me, in
public or not.”
((((((Aurthor’s Note: Oral
sex is discussed in the scene by pass to the next set of (((((
if you don’t wish to read. )))))))
But
Daphne was adamant, “Oh, get off it, Parkinson.
You must have had sex with him before you came to the pub. Likely a blowjob, based on
his mood.”
Pansy
smirked. “I can tell you were brought up
with Victorian mores, Daphne, you still have the old beliefs about oral sex and
are confused about the difference between sex acts and lovemaking.
“I
know the difference, Pansy,” Daphne took a drink and grinned, “and I enjoy
both. As for oral sex, well, I know it chippers Miles right up.”
She laughed, “I could throw out his broom and he’d forgive me if I
cleaned his wick.”
Millicent
laughed, “Pans, I bet Daphne even enjoys giving head.”
“Damn
right I do! It's very intimate and makes me feel powerful and sexy,” Daphne
said.
“Why
do you think wizards like it so much?” Ginny asked.
“For
the same reasons we like having it done to us.
They get to lie down and just enjoy.
It's a gift and one that wouldn't be given
indiscriminately. Then there's the
physicality of it; the tongue and mouth can do some wonderful things.” Pansy
paused and looked at Daphne, confessing, “I did make Blaise feel loved before
we left the house, but I don’t kiss and tell.”
Daphne
blushed. “I can’t believe we are
discussing this.”
“Grow
up!” Millicent interjected. “It’s not
like we're exchanging intimate details about our wizards...hmm, different
wizards do like different things though. Shall we compare notes?”
“Said
the most experienced mouth at the table,” Pansy laughed.
“Bint!” Millicent replied playfully.
“Wench!” Pansy's tone, although playful, did hold a note of distain.
“Millicent
performed oral sex on Blaise many times at Hogwarts,” Daphne whispered into
Ginny’s ear, “and Pansy slept with Richard.
We need to change the subject before they begin to argue.”
Ginny
nodded and taking a page from Narcissa’s book, she changed the subject, “Leo
has been sleeping through the night. I
put him down at ten and he doesn’t get up until
five. When we get back from holiday I’ll
work on getting him to sleep from eleven to six.”
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(((((
The
ward sounded softly letting Ginny and Draco know that
Leo had awakened. Placing her hand on
her husband’s chest, Ginny whispered, “I’ll go get him,” before carefully
getting out of bed. At the door to the nursery,
she looked back. Cam and Serpens had
crawled into bed with them shortly after their return home. Something the boys and even Thuban had been
doing a lot of lately. For the first
time she realized how much she, herself, needed this holiday without the boys.
Ginny
sat in the rocking chair nursing Leo and thought of their upcoming trip. They had always spent a long weekend at a
wizarding hunting lodge for Draco's birthday, but had brought his friends and
their children along. This year he'd requested that they go alone, just the two of
them. He couldn’t
seem to get enough alone time with her and she felt the same way.
Though
she had fallen in love with Draco at least a year ago, their recent confessions
of love for one another had changed things for her in a fundamental way that
burgeoned within her seeking expression.
It was now her desire to remain with him, to truly be
his wife, and her decision to stay had nothing to do with their children. True that it had started out that way; he
was, after all, an amazing father. But that was no longer the reason. She,
Ginevra Molly Weasley, loved Draco Black Malfoy and would be devastated if she
lost him. She felt overwhelmed at how lucky she was that he loved her in
return. How lucky they both were.
Pansy’s
words from the night before ran through her brain. Blaise
had been feeling unloved. Ginny
understood the difference between having sex and making love. She had indulged herself in all the normal
romantic notions girls have before she had married and had been very careful
within the context of their forced marriage, to have sex with Draco. Great sex, but sex.
That, she had believed, was all he was entitled to.
Now,
however, their relationship had undergone a sea change and she didn't want to hold back any longer. She wanted to give herself completely to
Draco, to make love to him. In the
private recesses of her soul, she knew that she'd
refused to perform oral sex on him because she saw it as too intimate for just
sex. For her, it was an act of love, and
she hadn't felt willing to indulge in it until now,
hadn't felt that he deserved to be so intimate with her. She did indeed know how much wizards prized
the act. After all, she had six brothers
whom she'd overheard talking on many occasions and
boys at Hogwarts as well.
Her
mind raced back to her teenage years at Hogwarts and she recalled the numerous
conversations she'd overheard; awestruck young wizards
extolling the delights of having witches' mouths wrapped around them.
((((((Aurthor’s Note: Oral
sex is discussed in the scene. By pass to the next set of ((((( if you don’t which to read. )))))))
“I can't believe she sucked
me off three times yesterday. It was fantastic. What a brilliant witch,” said a
seventh year boy.
“I love to see her eyes
gazing up at me when I come into the back of her throat,” said another. "And, Merlin, when she swallows, I
actually see stars!"
“You can tell a girl’s a
keeper if she gives good head. Of course, you have to teach them. And pussy! Nothing tastes better than hot, pretty, pink
pussy. Don't you just love it!”
(((((
Those
were boys talking honestly to each other, and their opinions had influenced her own attitudes about oral sex: that it was definitely a
gift. That Draco loved her and gave her
this intimate gift, had for a long while as his feelings for her deepened
throughout the years of their marriage, was not lost on her. She loved him endlessly and wanted to show
him just that. She longed to move with
him into a more intimate physical relationship. Now she had to learn exactly
how to go about it!
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Thuban
rolled the large rocks in the garden collecting bugs from underneath them as
Cam swung happily on the swing set, Serpens napped and Ginny nursed Leo in
peace. It was the first serene moment she'd had in days.
Three and a half hours, she thought.
In three and a half hours she’d drop the boys
off at the Manor and then head to the Portsmouth’s hunting lodge for a
mini-break with her husband.
She
leaned back in her lounge, daydreaming of having a romantic evening with the
wizard she loved. She ran the list of
items she needed for the weekend through her mind. The champagne, roses, strawberries and
chocolate sauce were waiting in their suite. She had the candles, three new and very sexy
sets of lingerie, her little black dress that Draco favored and her even
littler green dress. Wicked!
Then
Thuban's screams of pain rang through the yard breaking her reverie. Cam ran to his brother and added his voice to
the yelling, “Mummy,
Thuban’s finger's under a rock!” Cam
cried through his tears.
Leo
joined in, shrieking along with his brothers.
Ginny had no choice except to lay the infant in his cradle and attend to
her eldest. She drew her wand. Thuban was bent over
the rock, so she had to levitate both the boy and the stone. Once his fingers were no
longer trapped, Thuban straightened himself. Ginny then Accioed the boy
to her arms.
Although
he was free and safe in his mother’s arms, Thuban continued to wail, as did his
brothers. Ginny ran her wand over his
fingers and found no damage. She kissed
each one lovingly and tried to calm the boy to no avail. She rocked Thuban in her arms as a still
crying Cam tried to crawl into her lap.
Thuban
pushed his brother away, “NO! I get
Mummy. I’m hurt!”
Cam
sat on the ground and cried louder. In
his cradle, Leo’s screaming also increased. The thought of placing a silencing charm on
each of the children crossed her mind briefly, none of the boys was in pain but
they all needed attention.
“Tipsy,”
she called and the elf appeared. “Go to
the Manor and ask your Mistress...”
“Mistress
Narcissa is needed?” She nodded and the
elf vanished.
Ginny
did her best to calm her boys. She put a
rocking charm on Leo’s cradle and his screams turned into light sobs. She rocked Thuban in her arms and caressed Cam’s back as he sat on the ground next to her. Their wails were still loud when Narcissa
entered the garden.
“Grandmother! Grandmother!”
Cam said through his crying and hiccupping.
He left his mother’s side for his grandmother’s warm embrace.
“Thank
you for coming,” Ginny said over the crying, “Thuban rolled a rock on his
fingers and then everyone decided to have a meltdown.”
Narcissa
sat next to her daughter-in-law with Cam on her lap. It only took a short time for her rocking to
reduce his crying to soft whimpers. She
kissed his forehead and said, “Cygnus, Leo needs to be cuddled too. Would you be so kind as to share me with
him?”
Cam
went to wipe his runny nose and tears on his arm, Narcissa quickly handed the
little wizard her hankie. “Bet he’s
scared like me. Thuban screamed really loud. I’ll
share,” he told her so she placed the five year old on his feet and gathered
Leo in her arms. Once seated, she
motioned for Cam to join her.
Ginny
smiled at her mother-in-law. “Are you
still sure you want to watch them for forty-eight straight hours, two whole
days?”
“They
can be a handful at times. However,
unlike you, I don’t have to look after them everyday. You’ve
needed an extended break from parenting for years, my dear.” She looked at the boys who were all
asleep. “Ginevra, you should head to the
lodge now. A couple hours of peace and
quiet will do you good.”
Relief
crossed the young witch’s face, “A long bubble bath would be wonderful.”
Ginny
placed a sleeping Thuban on the settee, collected her things from upstairs and
Apparated to the lodge. Once inside the
suite she opened her bag and removed the parchment that Pansy had given
her. She blushed as she read it. “Get a hold of yourself, Ginny,” she said, “it’s a simple sexual act.
Oh Merlin, I’m talking to myself.”
She
read the parchment again, focusing on its detailed explanations. She found herself flush with arousal as she
read. This was really sexy stuff and she felt a trill
of anticipations flow through her and settle between her legs. “Relax, everything will go great,” she mumbled, “Draco is
going to love this.” She put the
parchment under the cushion of the chair and went into the bathroom to take a
bath. As the water ran, she thought of
her plans for the evening: it would take time to distribute rose petals, chill
champagne and get herself ready. A bath
would take too long; a tranquil shower would have to do.
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Draco’s
head floated in his mother’s parlor, a worried expression on his face. He'd flooed home earlier to find it empty. His expression changed to one of surprise
when Thuban came and answered the floo.
“Grandmother’s
busy with Leo, Daddy. She wanted me to
ask what you needed.”
“I
was looking for your mother.”
“Oh,
Mummy left early to make sure everything was ready at the lodge.”
“Thank
you, Thuban. Be a good boy for your
grandparents. I’ll
see you, Sunday. I love you.”
“I
love you too, Daddy.”
Draco
ended the call and busied himself with packing up for his long weekend. The idea of joining Ginny at the lodge a
couple of hours early warmed his heart.
As he hurried around, Lucius walked into his office.
“What
day will you be returning to work?”
Draco
rolled his eyes. “I planned to work most
of Monday.”
“You
will be bringing Thuban?”
“Of
course, he will not interfere with my ability to accomplish…”
Lucius
smiled and interrupted his son, “Thuban is very helpful. You should bring him more often.”
“Then
why all the questions, Father?”
“I
merely wish to be informed.”
Draco
was perplexed. Lucius Malfoy never
merely wished to be informed. The older wizard was fishing for something, but what? Draco searched his mind. His father knew the plans. They were the same every year. The weekend before his birthday, he and his
family went on a four-day holiday. Well,
there was a little difference this year.
They weren't taking the children. But his father knew
that already, so what was he actually trying to find out?
The
light dawned on Draco and he asked his father, “You and Mother do plan on
attending breakfast at Black Hall Monday morning to celebrate our birthdays,
right?”
The
older wizard beamed, “We wouldn’t miss it.
Have a nice holiday.”
At
those words Draco Apparated to the lodge’s front desk.
------------************------------
“Ginny!”
he called excitedly as he looked around the main sitting room of the
suite. Not seeing her, he walked into
the bedchamber and his heart dropped at finding it empty. Then he heard the shower and sat down in a
chair to wait for her to finish. That lasted for about thirty seconds before
the desire to be near her overcame him and he approached the door. He thought of just barging in on her, but
decided she might have come to the lodge early for some peace and quiet. Merlin knew that with four little boys Ginny
rarely had time alone. He knocked on the
door and poked in his head.
“Gin,
Luv, it’s me!” he called, “do you mind if I come in?”
Ginny
froze. Damn it! She hadn't
gotten to set things up. Everything's spoiled, she thought.
“Luv, I’ve missed you.
I’ll wait in the sitting room.”
His
voice was soft and so full of love. Each
word tickled her ear and she wanted him to stay, not leave. Bugger her plans, she could improvise. “You’re early, come in.”
She
was rinsing the shampoo from her flowing red hair when he entered. He looked at her body through the rippled
glass before leaning against the vanity.
Although he could see only the outline of her body, he watched in
amazement. When he spoke, he could only
manage short statements, pausing between each one, “I flooed home. I’d forgotten to
pack my new hunting boots. No one
answered. I was concerned. I flooed Mother. Thuban told me you'd
left early. I couldn’t
wait to join you. So
I came right away. I hope you don’t
mind.”
“I’m
pleased you’re early. If you came to
join me, why haven’t you?”
He
was out of his clothing and in the large shower before she could say another
word. She took his hand and spun him
under the sinfully warm, gentle flow of water.
Soaping the sponge in her hand, she started lovingly to wash his chest
and arms. Her touch was soft and seductive.
Author’s
Note: Smut scene next http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/6117/12
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