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Cementing
Relationships
Part
2
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They
sat together in their dressing robes at a candlelit table in their sitting
room, Ginny seductively eating her chocolate mousse. After licking and sucking on her spoon longer
than necessary she hummed, “Your early arrival destroyed my plans to seduce
you.”
He
raised a brow at her, “I very much enjoyed what I got because of my early
arrival. However, I’m open to being
ensnared by you again.”
“It’s
too late. I’d need time to set it
up. Impatient wizard’s lose out,” she
teased licking the back of her spoon again.
His
voice lowered two octaves and he lightly touched her hand, “Is there no part of
your plan that could still be executed?”
Desired filled his voice and eyes.
“Perhaps,
if you’re willing to play a game with me,” Ginny licked her lips.
“Whatever
you wish, luv.”
She
smiled. “It’s an easy game. We look into each other eyes and tell one
another what we love about each other.
The first one who can’t think of a new thing to say has to do whatever
the other wishes for the evening. Are
you game?”
“I
love the way your hair floats in the wind when you ride your horse,” he smiled.
“I
love the way your eyes sparkle when I enter a room,” Ginny replied.
“I
love the way your hair tickles my nose when we snuggle.”
“I
love the way you hold me when we dance.”
“I
love the way you kiss me hello and goodbye.”
“I
love the way you place your hand on my knee at dinner parties.”
“I
love the way you hold my hand when we walk,” he winked. “Am I playing the game right, luv?”
She
nodded. “I love your competiveness.”
“I
love your cheek.”
“I
love your laugh.”
“I
love the way your blush in my arms,” he smiled, “I can go on all night, you
know.”
“I’m
counting on it,” she blushed. “I love
your cockiness.”
He
grinned at the pun.
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Draco
and Ginny sat next to each other in a cozy quiet corner of dimly lit
restaurant. Soft romantic music played
in the background. He placed his hand on
her leg caressing her inner thigh under the table as the waiter placed the
bruschetta and poured their wine.
“What
would you like, Gin?” Draco kissed cheek.
She
smiled at him and placed her hand on his lowering it from her upper thigh to
her knee. “Order for us both, please.”
He
tried to move his hand back up her thigh, but she held it in place. He playfully scowled at her before turning to
the waiter, “We’ll start with Insalata Del Giardina then have Linguine
Carbonara followed by Pollo Alla Marsala and Panna Cotta for dessert.”
Ginny
took a drink of her wine then leaned into her husband. “I didn’t know, Draco. I thought it was a hunting lodge. I picked it because it was close to home.”
“It’s
fine, Gin. We went pheasant hunting and
there is a wonderful lake for fishing.
Sweetheart, I got what I really wanted and that was to be alone with
you.” He placed a light kiss on her
cheek and tried to move his hand again.
“Charming,
Mr. Malfoy but not good enough,” she giggled.
He
leaned over and whispered sweetly,
“I love thee, I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.” *
She
sighed and allowed his hand to move slightly up her thigh. “Short.
However very sweet,” she replied while feeding him a bite of her
bruschetta. After he it, she seductively
licked her lips and took a bite off the same piece. They lovingly stared at each other for a
short time. Once their mouths were empty, she quickly kissed him.
“Delicious,”
she breathlessly whispered.
He smirked
at her, “The bruschetta or my kiss?”
“Both,”
she mouthed.
The
waiter placed a salad in front of each of them.
Draco faintly jounced against her.
“You're
kissable and cuddly; You're lovable and sweet;
You thrill me every minute, And sweep me off my feet.
You're charming and disarming, Desirable and true.
You inspire and impress me, And that's why I love you!”**
The
witch’s eyes started to tear, “I love you, too.” She kissed him again, this time kissing his
bottom lip, top lip, then both. “It’s
really love? No pretending to be my
prince?”
He
kissed her tears. “No pretending,
Ginevra, I say these things now to show my love for you.”
She
put down her fork and hugged him. He
returned it and softly said,
“You
don't need fancy jewelry
To make me fall for you.
You don't need a lot of makeup,
To cause me to pursue.
You don't need clothes from Gucci
To make me like you more.
You do not need to put on airs
To make my passions soar.
All you need is honesty,
And a smiling face;
Sincerity and loyalty,
And a warm embrace.” **
Ginny
kissed his cheek and dreamily looked into his eyes. She sighed before hiding her face in his
chest. He caressed her back and she
softly spoke. “It’s so surreal. I’ve longed to be in love for so many
years. We’ve wasted so much time. I wasted so much time.”
“We’re
lucky. We almost wasted a lifetime,” he
whispered.
She
pulled herself together and smiled at him.
“No more.”
They
finished their salads while silently giving each other loving glances. He held her close around her waist as they
watched their waiter cook their pasta in front of them. When he'd placed the plates, Ginny decided it
was her turn to be the seducer. She
placed her hand on Draco's inner knee. She inhaled the aroma of her food then
put her face close to his cheek and breathed deeply.
“You
smell better,” she cooed through her puckered lips. She winked at him and slowly twirled a small
amount of pasta on her fork. She sighed
longingly as she ate. The red haired
beauty turned to her husband, nuzzled her head next to his neck and suckled the
pulse point. She pulled away and sighed
slowly, “I think you taste better too.”
She
felt him shutter and then regain control.
Damn him, she thought as she felt his hand run up her thigh.
Draco whispered,
“This
is my greatest happiness--
To spend my life with you,
Sharing trials and triumphs,
Joys and problems, too,
To kiss you in the morning
And hold you close at night,
To know we'll be together
Whether days are gray or bright,
Sharing all the little things
That make our daily life . . .
This is my greatest happiness--
To have you for my wife.”
Ginny
took another taste of her pasta. Her
hand went to her husband must private spot.
She turned to him and whispered, “I’m now sure that you taste
better. May I have another taste?” she
seductively purred. He pulled her into a
deep kiss and Apparated them back to their suite.
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They
Apparated in the receiving area of Falcon’s Stadium reserved for suite
owners.
“And
they’re off!” The couple heard the
announcer say.
“See,
we're not too late. The match just
started.” Draco smirked at his wife.
“I
hope your Mother doesn’t hear about this.
I don’t need a lecture about how a hostess should never be late for her
own party.”
He
kissed her cheek, “That’s why I told Father that Blaise was hosting.”
Ginny
playfully slapped his arm before she grabbed and held onto his hand, “You could
have told me that earlier.”
“I
like how you act when you think you’re being naughty,” he winked then chuckled.
She
scoffed at him as she pulled on his arm to make their normal turn to their box
suite. He pulled her back, put his arm
around her waist and led her straight ahead.
“Our
box is that way, dear,” she pointed back at the turn.
He
smiled, “Our old box was that way.
Father’s present to me was an upgrade.”
Draco
opened the door to his new executive luxury suite. The room was the size of their family parlor
complete with fireplace, bar and a cooking area. There were also two bathrooms and a large
closet, which already contained a vast amount of baby items and children’s
toys. The front of the suite was made of
one-way glass, so you could see out but no one could see in. A fourth door led to twelve uncovered seats
in front of the suite.
“It’s
my present. However, he purchased it
because Thuban complained about not being allowed to come to all the
games.” He pointed to the ceiling, “We
can use a charm to make it into two separate rooms. We can entertain business clients on one side
and have Tipsy and Nan watch the boys on the other, when needed.”
Blaise
came into the suite from the seats in front.
He smiled at Draco and Ginny then put his head out the door. “They’re here.” He walked inside followed by Pansy, Miles,
Daphne, Richard, Millicent, Vincent, Padma, Greg and Diane.
Ginny
couldn’t help but snarl at Greg. Diane
was a nice young girl. However that’s what she was, a young girl. She was nine
years Greg’s junior and had one more year at Hogwarts. Diane was Blaise’s young cousin and last
summer Draco had to stop a duel between the two wizards when Blaise learned
Greg, who was married at the time, was having a sexual relationship with the
then sixteen year old. What would posses
Greg to bring the girl today?
Pansy
walked Ginny away from the crowd and whispered, “So, did you release your
inhibitions?”
Ginny
gave her a hug and replied, “Yes. It was
wonderful for both of us, very loving and caring.” She looked at Diane. “Why did Greg bring her? Isn’t Blaise furious?"
“Look
at her left hand. He’s marrying her next
summer. Blaise is fine with Greg
shagging her as long as it’s a committed relationship. Let’s get back before they notice.” The witches stepped back to the group.
“So,
why are you late?” Pansy asked as she hugged Draco.
“Draco
insisted we take a stroll around the grounds before we left,” Ginny stated
flatly.
Pansy
laughed, “Sure, you were late because Draco wanted to take a stroll around the
lodge grounds.”
“It’s
the truth,” Draco smirked, “although, if we hadn’t done some other things earlier our walk wouldn’t
have made us late,” he whispered to his mates.
“How
was the lodge, Ginny?” Millicent asked.
Blaise
nudged Draco, “Let’s get some bottles of mead and watch the match from outside
while the ladies discuss the trip.” The
wizards nodded and left the room with mead in each hand.
“Tell
us about the lodge,” Daphne inquired.
“The
lodge in Portsmouth was beautiful. They
had two dining rooms, one formal serving English cuisine the other a small and
intimate Italian shop. They had a dance
hall for more classical dancing and a nightclub with a dance floor. It was surround by beautiful countryside with
flowing meadows, a small lake and rich forests.
Their hunts are for smaller game and they encourage wives to join their
husbands. I got lucky, it was more of a
couples resort.” Ginny went to the bar,
opened a bottle of wine and poured each witch a glass. The six sat at the small table.
“Friday
morning, I went pheasant hunting with Draco.
In the afternoon, we went horseback riding and picnicked in the
meadow. We dined at the Italian
restaurant and then we went dancing at the nightclub.” She took a drink of her wine then rolled eyes
while saying, “Of course, Draco had to wake me up before dawn to go carp
fishing, Saturday morning.” She blushed, “However, he did make it up to me. We
went to the formal dining room and dance hall at night. It was the most relaxing holiday I’ve had in
years. I love my boys. Nevertheless, it was heavenly to sleep in and
make love with my husband without worrying about being interrupted,” Ginny
sighed dreamily as did the other witches.
“It
sounds wonderful, Ginny. Although I do
have one question, doesn’t putting the boys to bed, using a locking and sound
proofing charm prevent interruptions?”
Millicent asked.
Ginny
and Padma busted into fits of laugher.
“Well,
you can’t silence the children even if you have a nanny. If you’re in the house and they want you,
they will find you. When they’re under
two they cry at the worst times breaking the mood. After that, they need a drink, had a bad
dream or something. If you’re lucky, it
only pauses your activities,” Padma explained.
“Merlin
help you, if they’re knocking because they’re sick. Nothing can restore the mood after they throw
up on you or the bed,” Ginny giggled.
She gave her friends a meaningful look, “Our problem now is
Serpens. We don’t know how, but he can
undo every locking charm we’ve tried.
Luckily he knocks before he opens the door.”
After
a moment Padma stopped laughing and said, “Getting caught by your children is
one thing. It’s not a pleasant interruption
but at least they don’t understand what’s going on and it’s easy to get them
out of the room.” She paused. “Vincent took me out for dinner last night. One thing leads to another and I invited him
to stay the night.” She started to
giggle. “Well, this morning he was being
very loving to me and all the sudden the bedroom door flies open.” Padma’s eyes are tearing as she tried to
control her giggles. “We look over and
see his mother. I looked up at him and
notice we’d thrown the cover off. So
there we were both naked, him mid-stroke bare ass in the air.” She bends over laughing and breathlessly
finishes, “The look of horror on his face was priceless and when he realized I
was laughing he was terrorized.”
“Merlin!” All the witches with the exception of Diane
laughed. Pansy patted the young girl on
the back, “When you’re older you’ll understand.”
The
wizards walked back in for more mead.
Pansy looked at Vincent and doubled over with laughter.
“What’s
so funny?” Draco asked.
Daphne
grinned, “Padma was telling us about her morning.”
Crabbe
blushed and his eyes darkened angrily, “Damn it, witch. Can’t you keep your mouth closed?”
The
laughter instantly died down. “Oh,
Vin. If you’d only relax you’d see the
humor in it,” Padma smiled at him.
“Humor! Humor!
There’s nothing funny about having your mother walk in on you. Then lecture you for two hours when you only
have a bed sheet wrapped around your waist.”
“I
find it very amusing, mate,” Blaise patted Crabbe’s back. “Here’s a mead to cool you down. If you don’t watch your tongue you won’t have
to worry about being caught by your mother ever again.”
“I’ve
asked the bloody witch to marry me again daily,” Crabbe muttered as the wizards
went back out front. “It’s not my fault
she keeps saying no.”
Padma
huffed and turned to the face the witches, “It is his fault, I said no! We’d been on four dates before the marriage
law was passed. I was really enjoying
being with him. Then the idiot forces me
to marry him. Damn it! If he would have taken it slowly, I likely
would have willingly married the prat.”
“Padma,
if he didn’t someone else…” Ginny
started.
“You
never read the whole law did you?” Padma asked.
Ginny shook her head. “He could
have delayed the wedding for up to eighteen months. But he had to force me to marry him that
month.”
It
took a moment for her words to register, when they did a dark expression
crossed Ginny’s face.
“Ginny!”
Pansy started. “Don’t you think that
way. Draco never told you, he married
you to save you from Montague.”
“I
wasn’t thinking that. He led me to
believe he was being kind allowing me to finish school and sending me on
holiday after the term. He could have
waited another year.”
“Or
he could have forced you to marry him right away and not allowed you to finish
school,” Pansy hissed. “Leave the past
in the past, Ginny.”
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“I’ll
never understand bloody witches,” Crabbe spat before downing his mead. “Padma puzzles me. Always has.
Bloody hell! We’d been dating for
three months, shagging for one before the marriage law. I thought the wench wanted to marry me. She’s mental.
That’s all there is to it. Even
now, one minute she’s inviting me into to my
own house for a shag. The next thing
I know she’s kicking me out.”
Draco
cleared his throat. “Mate.” He started hesitantly, “Did you ask her to
marry you or did you tell her?”
“Shut
it, Malfoy. What’s the difference?”
Crabbe yelled. “The bint was shagging
me, of course she wanted to marry me.”
“Calm
it, Vinnie. Draco’s only trying to
help,” Greg sat next to his friend.
“Think about it. Did you want to
marry every witch you shagged?” He
handed Vincent a mead. “You and I made
the same mistake. We thought the witches
wanted us. We should have asked. I think Padma loves you.”
“I
believe so too, Vin. If you start asking
her things instead of ordering her around or telling her what she wants, you
may be surprised,” Draco added.
“I’d listen to him,” Blaise said. “He did manage to keep his beautiful
bride. By the way Malfoy, did you have
an enjoyable holiday?”
A
devilish grin ran across Draco’s face, “It was a romantic lovers' resort
disguised as a hunting lodge. Ginny
didn’t know it. Everything worked out
wonderfully because I wanted to spend time with her more then I wanted to hunt
stag, boar, nogtail or jobberknoll. I
did bag a couple of pheasants.”
Miles
interrupted, “But mostly he bagged his wife.”
Laughter rang out among the wizards.
“Nothing
like a good old shag fest to lift the spirits,” Richard added.
“I
know I sound like a prance but I enjoyed having her to myself. I could cuddle with her and not worry about
someone needing to be fed, changed, walked, held, played with, etc. I got all of her attention for three days.”
“Spoken
like the spoilt rotten brat we all know,” Greg chuckled.
“Then
this will even sound more like me. I’m
going nogtail hunting this summer.”
Draco smirked. “I merely need to
figure out how to have Ginny think it was her idea.”
Blaise
chuckled, “I wouldn’t play with that fire if I was you, mate.”
“Here’s
an idea for you. Invite her family to
Weir Inn for a weekend. We’ll come along
too,” Greg started.
“We’ll
watch your back,” Crabbe added.
“You’ll
get your hunting. Ginny will be happy
that you’re including her family,” Greg finished.
“I
like her brothers, except the Weasel,” Richard said.
“I’ve
always found Fred and George entertaining,” Miles laughed.
Draco
jokingly shuttered, “Salazar Slytherin is rolling over in his grave, members of
his house showing admiration for a bunch of Gryffindors.”
“Which
Gryffindors are you admiring?” Ginny coyly asked as she and the witches
appeared in the open sitting area. The
wizards moved so their witches could sit next to them. However, when Ginny approached Draco pulled
her onto his lap.
“Draco,
I can’t watch the match from here,” Ginny hissed.
He
pulled her close and kissed her neck, “Don’t care, it’s my party. I get what I want and I want you here.”
She
rolled her eyes, “You won’t be able to see the game well either.”
“Don’t
care,” he caressed her arm and leg, “want to cuddle you.”
“You
can cuddle me at home,” she whispered.
He
shook his head, “I have to compete with four other wizards at home.”
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The
cries of “Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!” rang
throughout the house after Ginny and Draco Apparated into the foyer of Black
Hall. Three little blond haired boys
merrily greeted their mother, paying no attention to the wizard that stood next
to her. Draco’s feelings would have been
hurt if both Molly and his mother hadn’t prepared him for this event.
“It’s
very uncommon for the boys to be away from Ginevra for more than a day,
Draco. They are going to appear to miss
her more. Do not be surprised if they
greet her first and do not greet you for some time,” Narcissa told him before
their holiday.
“They
will likely be very clingy to her for the first two or three days after your
return, so be patient with them,” Molly had added.
He
led his family into the parlor where Ginny sat on the settee and the boys
crawled around her. They explained how
much they missed her and all the things they had done while she was away. Draco thanked Ginny’s parents and saw them off
before sitting on the settee next to his wife and children.
“Daddy
was mean for taking you away from us,” Cam whispered.
Draco
hid his anger. The nerve of that little
wizard, he had half a mind to send him to his bedchambers. Now that was an idea, he could send the boys
to their chambers. The thought quickly
left his mind as Serpens finally crawled onto his lap.
“Don’t
ever take my mummy away again,” the three year old ordered.
He
looked at his wife with tear-filled eyes.
This was getting out of hand. He
hadn’t been welcomed home and now he was a villain. He wasn’t some tyrant who stole their
mummy. He was their daddy for Merlin’s
shake.
“Cam. Serpens,” Ginny said firmly. “Daddy isn’t mean nor did he take me
away. I arranged the holiday. Sometimes mummies and daddies need time
away.”
“Grandmother
told Grandma it was about time Daddy took you somewhere without us,” Thuban
added. “She said it’s hard work being a
mummy to four wizards and mummy needed a break.”
Serpens
turned up his nose. “It wasn’t hard work
before Leo! Maybe we should get rid of
him. Aunt Pansy wants a baby.”
Draco
snarled, “We’re keeping Leo and I will take my
wife on as many holidays as I like.”
Thuban
moved next to his father. “Daddy, I
missed you too. It was really fun at the
Manor and with Grandpa and Grandma but…
please don’t go away without us to much.
It’s more fun being with you and Mummy.”
“Ginny! Ginny!” yelled the excided voice of Molly
Weasley from the fireplace. The family
turned to face her. “Ron just got a floo
call from his Auror partner. They’ve
found Owen Carrows. They’ll be bringing
him back to England tomorrow.”
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Author’s Note:
For those of you that are curious Draco won the “I love game” but only
because his words had Ginny so aroused she needed relief.
*
Poem by Thomas Hood
**
Poems by Ara John Movsesian
I
kept hearing the song Unwritten on the radio when I was rewriting this
chapter. If you haven’t heard it click
here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysnUVEUMBEs
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