REPOST : The Weasel and the Malfoy, part two - Harry Potterverse - Draco/Ginny
Title: The Weasel and the Malfoy, part two
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: Dealing with what happened the night before was always going to be interesting.
Part two - Coming Out
~ + ~
It was eventually morning, and the gentle dawn spread across the hung over wizarding community. In one particular corner of that community was the Squeaky Bat Inn, a set of premises that had been closed down some time before for being connected to the now deceased Lord Voldemort. Although unused, and avoided by the general population, the uppermost rooms were currently in use.
In the Feist Room, Narcissa Malfoy and her Ministry of Magic assigned bodyguard Ron Weasley were slowly coming round after a very long and exhausting night. Both of them in their different ways thinking happily about the guarding of certain bodies the previous night.
And next door to that was the David Beckham Room (for his fame had even spread to that of the wizarding world. Although some local people now claimed that changing the room name had been the first sign of the Death Eater occupation). The room was filled by the ‘sleeping’ bodies of Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley. Neither of them were quite sure how they’d ended up together in this situation, so both were lying there in the well used king sized bed, pretending to be asleep so that the other would not ask any serious questions.
Draco vaguely remembered something about the group of aurors he’d been with breaking out the extra strong whiskey, when the news of Voldemort’s fall had been confirmed. He had, of course, refused such a plebian muggle drink until they’d started mixing it with butterbeer, and several other alcoholic concoctions that just would not come to his head at that precise point.
Ginny remembered how she’d brought a large pint glass full of the mixture to the dark corner where Draco was trying to lurk unsuccessfully, and insisted that he drink it. They argued of course, and he’d eventually downed it in one after she implied that the Malfoy family pride was at stake.
Eventually of course, they’d both been pissed as newts, and staggering around the streets looking for more beverages. He’d tugged her one way suddenly in the search and she’d tumbled to the floor. Scrambling to her feet eventually, Ginny had launched herself at the sniggering Draco, and pushed him back into the wall. Screaming and shouting at each other, and struggling with the other, they had suddenly paused and looked at each other.
Just looked at each other for the first time really. Suddenly, Ginny didn’t see the annoying Auror she was there to keep a wary eye on, or the selfish brat that had been the bane of her and her brother’s time at Hogwarts. Draco no longer saw the Junior Weasel that had blighted his life with her Bat Bogey hexes at school, or the ever so infuriating know it all Auror partner/bodyguard/watcher.
For the first time ever, they saw Draco and Ginny.
Two single people, formed and shaped by similar experiences. Both of them being among the very few that could cause the other to forget themselves and the roles they had chosen to play.
She was never sure which of them had kissed the other first. All she remembered was her lips being crushed passionately and longingly in that dark alley. She was kissing him fiercely, running her hands through his short cropped blond hair, feeling his body through his official robes. All the while, he was nibbling on her ears, her neck, raining gentle kisses along her shoulders, thrilling her body.
Somehow his brain had come up with the idea of the Squeaky Bat Inn. Apparating to the back courtyard in that state, both of them clinging desperately to each other, hands roaming desperately over the other’s body, had been dangerous. Thankfully they hadn’t been splinched, and their Auror status had been enough to get back the magical locks on the place.
And now, here they were. Lying in the massive bed together, after a night of the most exciting sex either of them had ever experienced. Scared of what the other might do or say now in the cold dawn light.
Next door’s occupants started up again.
Loudly and at quite some speed, judging by the way the dust was coming off the ceiling due to the repeated impacts of the bed against the wall. “Oh goddess,” moaned Draco involuntarily, “Not again!”
Ginny rolled over in the bed and faced him seriously. Now that she knew he was awake, she had to know. Screwing up her courage, she reached out one arm and stretched it over his exposed chest. “Hi,” she said, hoping that this hadn’t been some sort of major fuck-up. “How are you this morning?”
Draco just looked at her for a moment, his face immobile. Then it slowly relaxed, and he bent over and kissed Ginny softly on the top of her red haired head. “Never better,” he said smilingly. He stopped, paused for a moment, then broke out into a wide smile that melted Ginny just to see it. “Actually, really never better. I really don’t think I’ve felt this good ever before.”
He snuggled down in the bed sheets level with Ginny. Looking directly into her eyes, watering though they were, he gently wiped the moisture away with one finger. “And you?” he asked gently. “No regrets?”
Ginny blinked and had to swallow hard just to get her voice to work properly. “No regrets,” she whispered to him, and drew him closer for a deep kiss.
When they broke apart eventually, he quickly resumed his normal sardonic mask and gestured to the wall nearby. “Well, in that case, don’t you think it’s time we show next door what hot passionate shagging really means?” He raised one eyebrow in response to her giggle. “After all, the honour of the Malfoys is at stake here…”
Further intelligible conversation was halted by Ginny, and her talented mouth.
~ + ~
Two hours later, everyone in both rooms had finally woken up properly, showered and climbed reluctantly into their clothes. Getting ready to go back into their normal lives, both couples gave their partners a deep kiss, and exited the rooms.
Unfortunately, they all left at the same time and onto the same landing.
“Ron!” said Ginny, surprised.
“Ginny!” said Ron, his jaw dropping.
“Draco!” said Narcissa, in a pleasantly surprised tone of voice.
“Mother!” gasped Draco.
“Ginny? Draco!” gasped Ron, still not quite awake yet.
“Draco? Ohhh…” Narcissa said with dawning understanding as she looked past them to the messy room.
“Ron? Ron!” gasped Ginny, also noticing the state of the other’s room.
“Mother! A Weasley? Ow! Ginny….” said Draco clutching his head.
“Ginny? Draco?” said Ron in a sick sounding voice, gazing at his sister in disbelief.
“Draco!” confirmed Ginny, taking the stunned Slytherin’s arm tightly.
“Ginny Weasley?” asked Narcissa, noting the hair colour.
“Mother!” wailed Draco. “Ron Weasley?”
“Ahem,” said Dumbledore.
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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: Dealing with what happened the night before was always going to be interesting.
Part two - Coming Out
~ + ~
It was eventually morning, and the gentle dawn spread across the hung over wizarding community. In one particular corner of that community was the Squeaky Bat Inn, a set of premises that had been closed down some time before for being connected to the now deceased Lord Voldemort. Although unused, and avoided by the general population, the uppermost rooms were currently in use.
In the Feist Room, Narcissa Malfoy and her Ministry of Magic assigned bodyguard Ron Weasley were slowly coming round after a very long and exhausting night. Both of them in their different ways thinking happily about the guarding of certain bodies the previous night.
And next door to that was the David Beckham Room (for his fame had even spread to that of the wizarding world. Although some local people now claimed that changing the room name had been the first sign of the Death Eater occupation). The room was filled by the ‘sleeping’ bodies of Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley. Neither of them were quite sure how they’d ended up together in this situation, so both were lying there in the well used king sized bed, pretending to be asleep so that the other would not ask any serious questions.
Draco vaguely remembered something about the group of aurors he’d been with breaking out the extra strong whiskey, when the news of Voldemort’s fall had been confirmed. He had, of course, refused such a plebian muggle drink until they’d started mixing it with butterbeer, and several other alcoholic concoctions that just would not come to his head at that precise point.
Ginny remembered how she’d brought a large pint glass full of the mixture to the dark corner where Draco was trying to lurk unsuccessfully, and insisted that he drink it. They argued of course, and he’d eventually downed it in one after she implied that the Malfoy family pride was at stake.
Eventually of course, they’d both been pissed as newts, and staggering around the streets looking for more beverages. He’d tugged her one way suddenly in the search and she’d tumbled to the floor. Scrambling to her feet eventually, Ginny had launched herself at the sniggering Draco, and pushed him back into the wall. Screaming and shouting at each other, and struggling with the other, they had suddenly paused and looked at each other.
Just looked at each other for the first time really. Suddenly, Ginny didn’t see the annoying Auror she was there to keep a wary eye on, or the selfish brat that had been the bane of her and her brother’s time at Hogwarts. Draco no longer saw the Junior Weasel that had blighted his life with her Bat Bogey hexes at school, or the ever so infuriating know it all Auror partner/bodyguard/watcher.
For the first time ever, they saw Draco and Ginny.
Two single people, formed and shaped by similar experiences. Both of them being among the very few that could cause the other to forget themselves and the roles they had chosen to play.
She was never sure which of them had kissed the other first. All she remembered was her lips being crushed passionately and longingly in that dark alley. She was kissing him fiercely, running her hands through his short cropped blond hair, feeling his body through his official robes. All the while, he was nibbling on her ears, her neck, raining gentle kisses along her shoulders, thrilling her body.
Somehow his brain had come up with the idea of the Squeaky Bat Inn. Apparating to the back courtyard in that state, both of them clinging desperately to each other, hands roaming desperately over the other’s body, had been dangerous. Thankfully they hadn’t been splinched, and their Auror status had been enough to get back the magical locks on the place.
And now, here they were. Lying in the massive bed together, after a night of the most exciting sex either of them had ever experienced. Scared of what the other might do or say now in the cold dawn light.
Next door’s occupants started up again.
Loudly and at quite some speed, judging by the way the dust was coming off the ceiling due to the repeated impacts of the bed against the wall. “Oh goddess,” moaned Draco involuntarily, “Not again!”
Ginny rolled over in the bed and faced him seriously. Now that she knew he was awake, she had to know. Screwing up her courage, she reached out one arm and stretched it over his exposed chest. “Hi,” she said, hoping that this hadn’t been some sort of major fuck-up. “How are you this morning?”
Draco just looked at her for a moment, his face immobile. Then it slowly relaxed, and he bent over and kissed Ginny softly on the top of her red haired head. “Never better,” he said smilingly. He stopped, paused for a moment, then broke out into a wide smile that melted Ginny just to see it. “Actually, really never better. I really don’t think I’ve felt this good ever before.”
He snuggled down in the bed sheets level with Ginny. Looking directly into her eyes, watering though they were, he gently wiped the moisture away with one finger. “And you?” he asked gently. “No regrets?”
Ginny blinked and had to swallow hard just to get her voice to work properly. “No regrets,” she whispered to him, and drew him closer for a deep kiss.
When they broke apart eventually, he quickly resumed his normal sardonic mask and gestured to the wall nearby. “Well, in that case, don’t you think it’s time we show next door what hot passionate shagging really means?” He raised one eyebrow in response to her giggle. “After all, the honour of the Malfoys is at stake here…”
Further intelligible conversation was halted by Ginny, and her talented mouth.
~ + ~
Two hours later, everyone in both rooms had finally woken up properly, showered and climbed reluctantly into their clothes. Getting ready to go back into their normal lives, both couples gave their partners a deep kiss, and exited the rooms.
Unfortunately, they all left at the same time and onto the same landing.
“Ron!” said Ginny, surprised.
“Ginny!” said Ron, his jaw dropping.
“Draco!” said Narcissa, in a pleasantly surprised tone of voice.
“Mother!” gasped Draco.
“Ginny? Draco!” gasped Ron, still not quite awake yet.
“Draco? Ohhh…” Narcissa said with dawning understanding as she looked past them to the messy room.
“Ron? Ron!” gasped Ginny, also noticing the state of the other’s room.
“Mother! A Weasley? Ow! Ginny….” said Draco clutching his head.
“Ginny? Draco?” said Ron in a sick sounding voice, gazing at his sister in disbelief.
“Draco!” confirmed Ginny, taking the stunned Slytherin’s arm tightly.
“Ginny Weasley?” asked Narcissa, noting the hair colour.
“Mother!” wailed Draco. “Ron Weasley?”
“Ahem,” said Dumbledore.
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