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TITLE: When I'm Here
AUTHOR: Sarea Okelani
E-MAIL ADDRESS: sareaokelani@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: My love and gratitude to Jade. Also, please note the rating on this story " kiddies, skedaddle.
SUMMARY: Somewhere in the world, a husband finds his wife at home.
"When I'm Here"
by Sarea Okelani

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There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Well maybe it's too far away ... maybe I'm just blind

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Ginny was making tea in the kitchen when she felt warm, strong arms slide around her waist. She leaned against her companion, smelling his delicious, familiar scent, and smiled contentedly.
"Happy to see me, Mrs. Malfoy?" he asked, resting his chin on top of her head.
"Mmm," she said, turning in his arms to offer a smile and meet his wintry gray gaze. Not so wintry today, however; his eyes were warm and clear. She wrapped her arms around him. "You know I am."
Draco grinned, a lazy, sexy smile that never failed to make her stomach do flips. Already, her body hummed with anticipation. "Yes, but I like to ask anyway," said Draco softly. "I'm very insecure." A bigger fib hadn't been told, Ginny thought. Draco Malfoy was as far from "insecure' as you could get.
"Tea?" offered Ginny.
"You," he responded huskily, dipping his head to kiss her. The kiss was very chaste for a few moments, just a gentle pressing of skin on skin; then his tongue darted out to trace her mouth, and it changed. Once her lips had been delicately outlined, he slid his tongue between them, making her moan and clutch his shoulders. He used his tongue teasingly, not allowing her to capture it in a true duel. When he was ready, he backed her up against the counter and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth more firmly, placing one hand behind her neck to hold her in place while the other held onto her waist.
Ginny gasped against his mouth and tried to draw him closer, threading her fingers through his shortened hair. She moaned when she couldn't get a good grip; he'd recently had it cut and she was used to being able to grab a fistful of it in moments like these. She moved her hand to his neck instead, scratching his skin with her nails.
Eventually, she broke off the kiss, both to draw air into her lungs and also to lead him into the bedroom, which luckily wasn't too far from the kitchen, or they might not have made it. She could have gone on kissing him for hours yet, but it couldn't have been very comfortable for him as he was quite a bit taller. Draco followed her silently into the bedroom, where she immediately stripped off his shirt so she could place warm kisses on his chest. She didn't resist when he lifted her dress over her head, leaving her clad only in her underthings.
Draco sat on the bed and tugged her down next to him; like this, they were nearly the same height (or at least, he didn't have to bend nearly as much), and they indulged in a few more kisses before he slid to the floor on his knees, insinuating himself between hers. He expertly removed her bra, and Ginny let her head fall back as he sucked one taut, pink nipple into the hot cave of his mouth. His tongue rolled it with firm strokes, over and over again, just the way she liked, and she wrapped her arms around his head to press him closer, her breath coming in short gasps. Before long he was paying homage to her breast's neglected twin, leaving the first turgid and cooling in the air, and when both had been equally loved, he pushed at her shoulder gently with his hand, indicating that she should lie back. She eagerly complied with the unspoken request, and he tugged on her knickers until they were merely a scrap of silk on the floor.
Ginny bit her lip, struggling not to moan at the feel of cold air hitting her most sensitive places. She was already wet, almost embarrassingly so, but the embarrassment was forgotten when Draco's tongue unerringly found her clit and began to massage it gently. Moaning, she moved her legs apart even further, and soon felt his tongue dipping inside to taste her. Ginny thought she would surely climax from these ministrations, but he stopped just as it was about to happen. She made noises of disappointment, and he lifted his head to smile at her. At the same time, he slid one long finger into her. She grabbed at his hand as he did this, almost as if to stop him.
"You're very wet," he commented lazily, experimentally sliding his finger in, then out.
Her hand held his wrist as he moved. "I'm always like this around you," she said breathlessly, too needy to be anything but honest.
"I think it's just that you're a very sensual woman," he contradicted, adding another finger.
Ginny moaned at the feel of those two fingers stretching her open. "No, it's you," she gasped. "I swear it's you." His thumb pressed in and began to circle her clit, and she was rendered incapable of further speech.
"Do you want me, Ginny?" he whispered, leaning close.
She tried to answer, but was unsuccessful on the first few tries. Eventually, her voice came back to her. "Yesssss," she hissed, moving her hips to press closer to his hand, to force his fingers deeper inside. She could hear how incredibly aroused she was, and she was quickly getting to the point where she needed to feel something more substantial than his fingers.
"Tell me how you want me," Draco invited.
She whimpered and writhed on the bed, trying to achieve satisfaction.
He stopped all movement. "Tell me," he repeated.
"I ... want you so much ... I'll die if I don't have you," Ginny moaned. "Please, Draco ... please ..."
"All right, since you asked so nicely..." He took the hand that had been clutching his wrist and placed her fingers at the entrance to her body. He withdrew his own fingers, making her mewl in disappointment, and used two of hers to enter her again. "Save my place for me, darling," he said, kissing her hand quickly. He stood and unbuttoned his jeans with deliberate casualness, watching Ginny as she stroked in and out of herself with her small fingers.
"Hurry," she demanded.
"Don't rush me, I'll just go slower," he warned, grinning.
She growled in impatience, and, now smirking, he removed both his trousers and his boxers as slowly as he dared. Ginny eyed Draco's naked body with hunger, so ready for him to be inside her. She used the hand that had been inside herself to take hold of his erection, which wiped the smirk off his face as he groaned. She had never been very impressed with this particular part of a man's body, but Draco had changed her mind. Like every other part of him, he was beautiful ... and platinum blond everywhere.
Ginny let go of Draco so he could lower his body onto hers, settling in between her thighs. She felt his cock rub against her entrance, but he held back and didn't enter her immediately. Despite this, Ginny sighed happily, welcoming his beloved weight, enjoying the way he felt against her. She spread her legs a little more, accommodating him, and reached up a hand to play with the slightly longer hair that fell over his forehead; for the first time, she was glad for the shorter cut, as she could now see his gorgeous eyes more clearly.
"I love you," she said.
In response, Draco began to ease into her, making her gasp, and she wrapped her legs around his waist reflexively. "You'll love me a whole lot more in a few minutes," he promised, his voice two octaves lower than normal. He pushed his way in until she had taken all of him. They were both gasping for breath by the time his blond curls were touching her red ones.
Ginny squeezed her inner muscles, loving the tight fit of him inside her.
Draco groaned. "Stop that, you evil woman ... unless you'd like this to end prematurely."
"Why, does it feel good?" she asked innocently.
Draco rested his forehead against hers. "You have no idea," he said feelingly.
Ginny shifted below him, dragging her nipples across his chest. "I might have some idea. You feel wonderful," she said. "So big and manly."
Draco, whose eyes had been closed, cracked them open to glare at her. "Oh, that was meant to be sincere, was it?"
"Yes," she protested. "I love the way you feel inside me." This last was said on a sigh.
Draco's expression turned smug. "That's more like it," he gloated. He lifted his hips a fraction, pulling out just slightly, then sank back in. Ginny enthusiastically verbalized her enjoyment. He took his time and did it again, over and over, until their bodies began a slow rocking motion that glazed Ginny's eyes and had her raising her hips to meet his thrusts, desperately seeking more. His penis teasingly caught her clit on the downstroke, making her crazy with want.
Soon it wasn't enough for Draco, either, and he began to move faster, pulling out farther and entering again more forcefully. He ran a hand down her leg and murmured, "Let go, darling." Reluctantly, she loosened the grip of her legs from around his waist. He placed his arms under her knees, then pressed forward so that she was spread wide and open for him. Her knees nearly touched her shoulders, and her legs dangled down his back. Draco thrust down firmly, eliciting a sharp shriek from the woman beneath him. This he did with increasing speed, until his knees dug into the bedspread, using the leverage to enter her unerringly, again and again. His movements became sloppy, uncontrolled; he moved like lightning now, and Ginny's body fairly crackled with electricity.
She loved this part, when Draco lost that icy control of his and made love to her ferociously, as if he had shed all the trappings of society and was boiled down to his basic needs. And, because she loved him, she wanted more than anything to meet those needs. His happiness was hers; his pleasure, too, was hers. The hardness of the erection opening her to him was so recently alien, yet soon became a part of her. She felt bereft when he pulled out, then too full when he thrust back in. Sex with Draco was always an experience that threatened to overwhelm and consume her; it often made her feel that if she wasn't careful, she would lose herself in him and never come back.
The force of his thrusts grew stronger, and suddenly he shifted his hips, finding that spot inside her that immediately made her scream in ecstasy. A few more deep thrusts like that one and her body was soon tightening, readying itself for orgasm. Pleasure exploded through her veins, like the misfiring of a wand, making her see cloudbursts of stars behind her eyes. Distantly, she could hear her voice yell his name.
As Ginny came back to herself, she was dimly aware that Draco wasn't quite finished yet, and she regained enough sense to try to help him attain the same heights he'd just sent her to. With this altruistic motive in mind, she lifted her hips higher so he could thrust in deeper, and held onto his hard upper arms to encourage him to use as much force as he wanted. She loved the little sounds that escaped him in moments like these; loved seeing him strain for climax. Soon, the movements of his cock inside her grew even more erratic, and she knew he was getting close.
Draco thrust deep once, twice, three times, so hard she scooted up the bed, and then he was coming, the delicious hotness of his semen nearly scalding her as he emptied into her welcoming body. Calling upon the last reserves of her strength, she did what she had been previously scolded for doing — she clenched her inner muscles, to milk him. This additional stimulus caused him to bury his face against her neck and shoulder as his body jerked and shivered spasmodically from orgasm.
Ginny ran her fingers through his hair in a comforting fashion until he finally grew still. His exhaustion made his body heavy, but she wouldn't even dream of complaining. Draco was still hard inside her; she knew it would take a few moments for that to change. She didn't want to move, didn't want him to move, ever again. She loved this man; loved him with an intensity that she understood wasn't healthy, wasn't good, and yet still, she would willingly burn in the fire they created.
Draco finally lifted his head to look down at his sweaty lover, and he wore an expression on his face she'd never seen before. Hopelessness. His words, when he spoke, cut off all breath from her lungs. "Ginny, I ..." his voice was oddly hitched. Bright spots of color had appeared high on his cheeks, extremely unusual for him. "I can't do this anymore."
She tightened her hold on him as if he were trying to get away, though he wasn't; as if, if he really were trying to get away, a woman of her size could possibly keep him from going. She wanted to shout her denial, but she loved him. "I know. I'm sorry, Draco," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "It's not fair to you."
"It kills me," said Draco, and this time he didn't try for a measured response. "It kills me that you're his."
"No ..." she said, stroking his cheek with her hand. "I'm not his, I'm yours." With her other hand, she still clutched him tightly. "I'm yours," she repeated.
"You're not," he said sharply. "We can pretend all we want, but you're not Ginny Malfoy. You're Ginny Finnigan," This last was said with such bitterness that it tore at Ginny's heart. "You're someone else's wife."
"I'm yours where it counts most," she said, her tears spilling over. "Please, Draco." She didn't know what she was asking him to do, exactly; mainly, she wanted to assuage the panic she was feeling. Panic he was causing, that only he could fix.
"I love you," he said hoarsely. "But I don't think I can do this anymore."
She made a sound of denial, not able to stop a sob from escaping her throat. Draco detached himself from her with some difficulty, kissing her eyes, her cheek, her mouth, all wet with her tears. Ginny felt each kiss as though it were the last. Finally, he moved away, and she watched without a word, tears falling silently to be absorbed into her hair or pillow, as Draco began to draw on his clothes.
"You'd better take a shower," he said, pulling on his trousers. His voice was raw, making him sound harsher than he'd intended.
"I don't want to," she said, her voice thick with tears. He was avoiding looking at her, and she knew she must look a fright. Redheads ought never to cry. At least, not in front of other people.
"You have to. You look like you've just been thoroughly fucked," he said, his voice hard.
"I have been," said Ginny.
"Yes, well, you do realize your husband's going to be none too pleased when he realizes he wasn't here for the event?"
How could he be so cool and collected when she was a wreck? Ginny wondered, starting to get angry. "Why, do you think he'll want to watch next time?"
"Ginny ..." said Draco, exasperated. He began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt.
"Draco," Ginny mimicked, noticing that he hadn't immediately said there wouldn't be a next time. This gave her hope. "Malfoy ..." she drawled his name out provacatively, "Come fuck me again."
Despite himself, a ghost of a smile crossed hips. ps. "Don't tempt me."
"Since you're leaving me forever," she added. The idea that this might actually be true brought fresh tears to her eyes. This seesaw of emotion was intolerable, she thought.
Draco sat on the bed next to her, fully dressed once more. Ginny noted with some resentment that he looked flawless, every hair in its proper place. There was not one speck of evidence to be found to indicate that they had just made love. "Ginny ..." he tried again.
"I might be pregnant, you know," Ginny said, sitting up suddenly. "You might have gotten me pregnant."
He drew in a sharp breath. "Don't say things like that."
"Why not? Because it scares you? Because you hate the idea?" she demanded, her eyes feverish and wet.
"Because I want too much for them to be true," he said tightly.
Ginny's heart lightened at this admission. She curled herself around him, and he let her. "It could be true," she said softly into his ear. "In nine months, I might have a fair-haired, gray-eyed baby. Where should I tell him his father has gone?" Her womb contracted slightly when she said this.
The gray eyes she imagined on her hypothetical child blinked at her. "You're cruel."
"I learned from the best," she countered.
Draco closed his eyes, looking as weary as though he had traveled a great distance. He rubbed his eyes, then rested his elbows on his knees, burying his head in his hands. Ginny began kissing his shoulder, unable to bear not touching him. After a moment he sat up again, pulling her into his arms. "I'm going," he said unevenly.
"Fine, go," she whispered. "Seamus will probably be come home soon. He'll smell us, you know. He'll smell the sex in the room, and he won't know what it is, but it will turn him on. You know what'll happen next, don't you?" Draco's arms tightened around her, but he didn't say anything. "He'll fuck me, Draco. He'll fuck me not knowing that you were there first, that I'll be seeing you the whole time. But it'll be Seamus kissing me, Seamus inside me, Seamus—"
"Stop!" said Draco through gritted teeth. "Just stop. I don't want to hear this." He was holding her so tightly it nearly hurt; so tightly she was having difficulty breathing. But she liked his reaction ... she liked it very much.
"You're doing this," she accused. "You're making this happen. You don't want me to make love to Seamus, do you?" She'd never seen him look so angry, but bravely pressed on. "Do you?"
"Of course not!" he exploded.
"Then why? Why can't I come with you?" And more plaintively, "Why won't you let me leave him?"
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. They'd had this discussion many times before, and nothing had changed. "You know we can't." There were good reasons, very good reasons why they could not do as she suggested. He just couldn't recall them at the moment. All he saw was Ginny , his Ginny , making love with another man, and he was filled with such rage he shook with it. The very thought of it made him want to perform killing curses and throw up at the same time.
"Let's be together, Draco," said Ginny, sensing that she might actually win this time. "Let's be together the way we want to be."
Draco looked at the woman he loved, feeling defeated by her wide, imploring eyes. He wanted the same thing she wanted, and it seemed he was too weak to continue to resist. She had worn him down at last, and he told himself that they would find a way to make it work. But when she took his arm and, before he could stop her, pressed her lips against the ugly black mark that had been branded on the inside of his arm since he was eighteen years old ... a lifetime ago. He jerked away from her as though she had scalded him. "Don't you ever do that," he said, with such icy rejection that she could only stare at him, frozen. "Not ever."
Ginny didn't know what to say. She had never seen that mixture of disgust and fury on his face before, and certainly not directed at her. It stunned her; she felt rooted to the spot. All she could think was that it had almost been the happiest day of her life, the day she had everything in the world that she wanted, the day she was finally able to be with who she wanted, the day she might have finally been able to be the person she really was. Almost.
Instead, Draco swiftly stood, and Ginny saw with a sinking heart that he looked more resolved than ever. He had closed off from her, but before she could say a word to salvage the situation, she heard the front door open and slam shut.
"Ginny, I'm home!" Seamus called. "Where are you, sweetheart?"
Draco's gaze locked with Ginny's, and for a moment they simply looked at one another. Ginny felt such a keen longing that she nearly reached out for him again, but she was too late. He had Disapparated, and all she was left with was the memory of the anguish she had seen in his eyes, in the tightness of his mouth, in the tense way he had held himself.
She would not believe that that was the end, that that was the last time she would ever see him. He hadn't said goodbye; he hadn't kissed her one last time. He would be back for a proper farewell. She had to hold on to this thought; she had to believe it. And when he came back, she would finally convince him.
"Ginny?" Seamus called again.
One day, Draco would take her with him. One day soon, she would leave with him, and live the life she was meant to live. Until then...
"I'm here."
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Everything I am, and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down, even if I could
I'd give up everything if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone
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Supplementary author's notes: Lyrics are from "When I'm Gone" by Three Doors Down. Thanks for reading!
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