REPOST : The Weasel and the Malfoy, part one - Harry Potterverse - Draco/Ginny
Title: The Weasel and the Malfoy, part one
Rating: NC-17
Setting: In the future.
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Ron, Narcissa
Disclaimer: All the characters and places belong to JKRowling. There might be a minor character or two that I might possibly own.
Summary: Just what do you do on the night after Harry Potter defeats Voldemort? Sometimes the unlikeliest couples are formed. And just what do you do on the morning after the night after the fall of Voldemort?
Author's Notes: Special thanks to mynuet, dangermonki, empressvesica and the rest of the mob at hourchallenges.
Part one - VV-Day
~ + ~
It had been quite a day to be sure.
The fall of Voldemort, and the destruction of the remaining Death Eaters. And Harry Potter had finally done it. Face to face with the Dark Lord, alone and with only his wand and his broomstick.
News of this momentous event spread quickly through the wizarding world, and almost immediately celebrations began. The revelries spread quickly through the streets and byways of the wizarding towns and the hidden parts of the main cities of England. Then further outwards, across the seas and lands, spreading a message of hope and triumph before it.
People came out from their hiding places, looking around themselves in hope and happiness. Then started to join together in a happy throng, just celebrating the end of the dark days that had been so prevalent for the last few years. It wasn’t long before the celebrations became more organized, before people started to bring out those stashed bottles and delicate foodstuffs that had been stored away for such an event.
Time went on, and drinks went down the eager throats. The happiness spread and built across the community, bringing everyone together for the first time in living memory. People danced in the streets, celebrated together and blessed the names of those fallen in the battle and that of Harry Potter.
One especially long lived wizard compared it to how the muggle world had reacted to the end of the Second World War, and dubbed it VV day for Victory over Voldemort. But as he was on his third bottle of strong wine by then, most people ignored him. But the name he dubbed the day spread almost as fast as the previous news had.
And later, as night fell, people no longer regarded it as a time for fear and hiding. Instead, it became a time for couples, for lovers to start forming, for the final touches of a day that was about Life and the living. For relaxing with a loved one, or discovering that someone directly under your nose was ever so right for you.
~ + ~
The only thing in the room casting light was the roaring fireplace.
It flickered and threw strange shadows across one of the uppermost rooms in the Squeaky Bat Inn. The Inn had been shut down some time back by the Order Of the Phoenix, due to its Death Eater connections, so no-one went near the place now. Making it perfect for two semi-sozzled, but very horny people.
From outside the Inn, noises filtered through of the happy crowds still going strong, but that never crossed their minds. From the first moment they entered the room, they still hadn’t spoken a word. Thoughts still ran through their heads occasionally, wondering just what their respective families would say if they ever found out. After all, a Weasley and a Malfoy just didn’t rip each other’s clothes off and shag like crazed bunnies every day.
Taking full advantage of the situation when they arrived, he’d quickly pushed her up against the door and kissed her fiercely and passionately, hands roaming madly over each other’s robes. Feeling the strange, but oh so right contours of the other’s bodies. She let out a low moan, as he started kissing the side of her neck, gently nibbling his way up towards her ear. Finding his leg pressing in between hers, rubbing against her.
Quickly, she pulled his robes off him and threw them to the floor beside her. Still pressed up against the wall, with his hot breath blowing softly on the nape of her neck, she shuddered in a thrilled manner. What the hell had she gotten herself into here? And then her questing hand felt the Quidditch honed muscles that were normally hidden beneath those flowing robes, and she knew she was lost.
She threw herself at him, wholeheartedly and without regrets.
Suddenly, he found himself with a tiger on his hands. No longer was he controlling this situation, but instead he was barely trying to keep track of what was happening to him. His best shirt - ripped off. His mouth - almost bruised from the frantic kissing. His back - feeling those nails of hers trailing down his spine and driving him wild. His cock - hot and throbbing from just a whisper of a caress, the odd trail of a hand across it, teasing, promising, and so so hard.
And then his trousers were off, and he was standing there in the warm room, aching for her. Looking up, she’d somehow taken off all her clothes while doing all these things to him. For a small moment in time, the two soon-to-be lovers gazed hungrily at each other in the firelight. It was one of those moments which both last for ever and for no time at all. The firelight flickered across the room, casting the light across them, catching the red Weasley and the blonde Malfoy hair in its glare.
They moved as one, coming together in a passionate embrace in front of the fire and onto a rug in front of it. His mouth found itself roaming across her, teasing, tasting, exploring her. He found himself in front of her glorious breasts, and tantalizingly licked around the swollen nipple thrusting itself towards him. A flick of his tongue across the tip, and she groaned in sheer delight. He carried on, slowly kissing around the breast, but not going near the nipple again. Then he would suddenly kiss it, or flick it when she least expected it. Groaning again, and almost senseless from the wildfire of desire that swept her body, she clutched at the back of his head and pulled him in closer to her.
And all this time, her hands were running over his back as he pressed down on her, feeling those muscles, the scars, and the sheer power and strength that they promised. Without realizing it fully, she parted her legs wider, and felt him settle down between them.
Oh yes.
Oh yes!
Oh!
As he entered her fully and deeply, her legs arose automatically and laced themselves around him. Oh god, this was what she’d been missing for all those years. Oh god, yes. As he pounded in, strongly and rhythmatically, all careful and deliberate thought left her head and she gave herself up to the moment.
Two long and extremely exhausting hours later, she got up from the floor and stood naked in the glow from the fireplace. Stretching herself to get the kinks out, she turned back and looked down at the man looking up at her. She stood there, gloriously naked and sated, with a grin on her face for the first time in years.
He smirked up at her, as unconsciously she displayed her assets to him. “Why Mrs. Malfoy, are you trying to seduce me?” asked Ron, lounging back on the rug and smiling up at her.
“I think after all that, Ron,” said Narcissa Malfoy looking down at his naked body with a particularly hungry look in her eyes, “You can call me Narcissa.”
~ + ~
And next door, Draco Malfoy groaned inwardly as the noises started up again. How was a man to cope with that sort of distraction, when he was also making deep, passionate and extremely hot love to the gorgeous Ginny Weasley?
That could really put a man off his stroke.
Ginny squeezed him in a most delightful way, and drew his concentration back to her fully. Plenty of time to get around to dropping several sarcastic comments very loudly later. After all, it wasn’t like anyone was going to be doing much work on the day after VV Day, was it?
With an enthusiastic cry, he busied himself in his current task.
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Rating: NC-17
Setting: In the future.
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Ron, Narcissa
Disclaimer: All the characters and places belong to JKRowling. There might be a minor character or two that I might possibly own.
Summary: Just what do you do on the night after Harry Potter defeats Voldemort? Sometimes the unlikeliest couples are formed. And just what do you do on the morning after the night after the fall of Voldemort?
Author's Notes: Special thanks to mynuet, dangermonki, empressvesica and the rest of the mob at hourchallenges.
Part one - VV-Day
~ + ~
It had been quite a day to be sure.
The fall of Voldemort, and the destruction of the remaining Death Eaters. And Harry Potter had finally done it. Face to face with the Dark Lord, alone and with only his wand and his broomstick.
News of this momentous event spread quickly through the wizarding world, and almost immediately celebrations began. The revelries spread quickly through the streets and byways of the wizarding towns and the hidden parts of the main cities of England. Then further outwards, across the seas and lands, spreading a message of hope and triumph before it.
People came out from their hiding places, looking around themselves in hope and happiness. Then started to join together in a happy throng, just celebrating the end of the dark days that had been so prevalent for the last few years. It wasn’t long before the celebrations became more organized, before people started to bring out those stashed bottles and delicate foodstuffs that had been stored away for such an event.
Time went on, and drinks went down the eager throats. The happiness spread and built across the community, bringing everyone together for the first time in living memory. People danced in the streets, celebrated together and blessed the names of those fallen in the battle and that of Harry Potter.
One especially long lived wizard compared it to how the muggle world had reacted to the end of the Second World War, and dubbed it VV day for Victory over Voldemort. But as he was on his third bottle of strong wine by then, most people ignored him. But the name he dubbed the day spread almost as fast as the previous news had.
And later, as night fell, people no longer regarded it as a time for fear and hiding. Instead, it became a time for couples, for lovers to start forming, for the final touches of a day that was about Life and the living. For relaxing with a loved one, or discovering that someone directly under your nose was ever so right for you.
~ + ~
The only thing in the room casting light was the roaring fireplace.
It flickered and threw strange shadows across one of the uppermost rooms in the Squeaky Bat Inn. The Inn had been shut down some time back by the Order Of the Phoenix, due to its Death Eater connections, so no-one went near the place now. Making it perfect for two semi-sozzled, but very horny people.
From outside the Inn, noises filtered through of the happy crowds still going strong, but that never crossed their minds. From the first moment they entered the room, they still hadn’t spoken a word. Thoughts still ran through their heads occasionally, wondering just what their respective families would say if they ever found out. After all, a Weasley and a Malfoy just didn’t rip each other’s clothes off and shag like crazed bunnies every day.
Taking full advantage of the situation when they arrived, he’d quickly pushed her up against the door and kissed her fiercely and passionately, hands roaming madly over each other’s robes. Feeling the strange, but oh so right contours of the other’s bodies. She let out a low moan, as he started kissing the side of her neck, gently nibbling his way up towards her ear. Finding his leg pressing in between hers, rubbing against her.
Quickly, she pulled his robes off him and threw them to the floor beside her. Still pressed up against the wall, with his hot breath blowing softly on the nape of her neck, she shuddered in a thrilled manner. What the hell had she gotten herself into here? And then her questing hand felt the Quidditch honed muscles that were normally hidden beneath those flowing robes, and she knew she was lost.
She threw herself at him, wholeheartedly and without regrets.
Suddenly, he found himself with a tiger on his hands. No longer was he controlling this situation, but instead he was barely trying to keep track of what was happening to him. His best shirt - ripped off. His mouth - almost bruised from the frantic kissing. His back - feeling those nails of hers trailing down his spine and driving him wild. His cock - hot and throbbing from just a whisper of a caress, the odd trail of a hand across it, teasing, promising, and so so hard.
And then his trousers were off, and he was standing there in the warm room, aching for her. Looking up, she’d somehow taken off all her clothes while doing all these things to him. For a small moment in time, the two soon-to-be lovers gazed hungrily at each other in the firelight. It was one of those moments which both last for ever and for no time at all. The firelight flickered across the room, casting the light across them, catching the red Weasley and the blonde Malfoy hair in its glare.
They moved as one, coming together in a passionate embrace in front of the fire and onto a rug in front of it. His mouth found itself roaming across her, teasing, tasting, exploring her. He found himself in front of her glorious breasts, and tantalizingly licked around the swollen nipple thrusting itself towards him. A flick of his tongue across the tip, and she groaned in sheer delight. He carried on, slowly kissing around the breast, but not going near the nipple again. Then he would suddenly kiss it, or flick it when she least expected it. Groaning again, and almost senseless from the wildfire of desire that swept her body, she clutched at the back of his head and pulled him in closer to her.
And all this time, her hands were running over his back as he pressed down on her, feeling those muscles, the scars, and the sheer power and strength that they promised. Without realizing it fully, she parted her legs wider, and felt him settle down between them.
Oh yes.
Oh yes!
Oh!
As he entered her fully and deeply, her legs arose automatically and laced themselves around him. Oh god, this was what she’d been missing for all those years. Oh god, yes. As he pounded in, strongly and rhythmatically, all careful and deliberate thought left her head and she gave herself up to the moment.
Two long and extremely exhausting hours later, she got up from the floor and stood naked in the glow from the fireplace. Stretching herself to get the kinks out, she turned back and looked down at the man looking up at her. She stood there, gloriously naked and sated, with a grin on her face for the first time in years.
He smirked up at her, as unconsciously she displayed her assets to him. “Why Mrs. Malfoy, are you trying to seduce me?” asked Ron, lounging back on the rug and smiling up at her.
“I think after all that, Ron,” said Narcissa Malfoy looking down at his naked body with a particularly hungry look in her eyes, “You can call me Narcissa.”
~ + ~
And next door, Draco Malfoy groaned inwardly as the noises started up again. How was a man to cope with that sort of distraction, when he was also making deep, passionate and extremely hot love to the gorgeous Ginny Weasley?
That could really put a man off his stroke.
Ginny squeezed him in a most delightful way, and drew his concentration back to her fully. Plenty of time to get around to dropping several sarcastic comments very loudly later. After all, it wasn’t like anyone was going to be doing much work on the day after VV Day, was it?
With an enthusiastic cry, he busied himself in his current task.
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