vinofaerie wrote 'Taste in Men' for draconicsocks
Title: Taste in Men (Part 1)
Author: vinofaerie
Rating: NC-17. It’s rare I write D/G without smut.
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: character death
Summary: After the war Ginny has to come to terms with everything that she had expected to happen in her life and what she was left with instead.
Author’s Notes: I originally wrote a story that conformed to all parts of the request but one, the first. It was horrible so I scrapped it to write something else. I’m much happier with this one but because of the plot sideships couldn’t be avoided. #21, whoever you are, I hope you like it and the art thrown in as well.
The title is the song I listened to on repeat while writing this, it’s by Placebo. I thought it also kinda fit the mood of the fic.
Beta: jessakitty and forgetablelove
Ginny had always known that Harry Potter would be the boyfriend she remembered the most vividly from her school days. She had wanted him since she was eleven and, although the infatuation had never left completely, it did change. She could recognize in hindsight that at first it had been hero worship on her part, actual feeling did not start to develop until the invisible gag was removed from her mouth and talked to him. The more she got to know Harry the tighter the clenching feeling around her heart got. Harry looked at her the same way he looked at the rest of his friends. By the time that looked changed Ginny had long since stopped waiting for him and was with Dean. She noticed the way his eyes would follow her across the room and the way they darkened whenever he saw her with Dean. When he first kissed her it had been perfect - everything a first kiss should be; the kind of kiss to tell her children about when they asked how she and daddy got together. This was the beginning of how Harry taught her the most important lesson out of any of them. He taught her not to get her hopes up.
It was in everything he did and said to her; the way he made her hope for more than just a small school romance. He was passionate and attentive when they kissed, knew when to lighten the mood with a joke and when it was the right time to remove her blouse. Harry never asked with words if it was okay, instead he let his fingers hover over the buttons for a few seconds to give her the opportunity to move his hands away. She never did and he would whisper in her ear later how beautiful she was. Soon she was thinking about what their children would look like and how happy their life would be. He gave her every indication that they were heading in that direction. He would talk about wanting a big family and where he wanted to live, the entire time his arm around her waist as she walked next to him around the lake. He told her personal things about growing up that she had only heard whispers about. He had let her in, and that alone is what caused her to decide that he was The One. When he broke up with her she knew in her heart that it was just until the war was over and then they could pick up where they left off.
So she waited.
It took two more years for the war to be over. When Hogwarts went underground, and at her mother’s insistence, so did Ginny. The number of students was so low that there were no longer houses, just boys’ room and girls’ room. The only time she left was to go to Charlie, Percy and Fleur’s combined memorial. Harry was there and kissed her cheek as he gave his condolences. He looked thin and tired. Ginny wanted to let him know she was still waiting for him but she could tell something had changed. He was no longer letting her in. That was when the doubt had started, but Ginny hung on to her belief that after everything was over he would come back to her. When Voldemort was destroyed Ginny cried her happiness with the other girls in their small room. School was over two days later and she was met at King’s Cross by her mother with a crushing hug. Ron and Bill were in St. Mungo’s for observation; they were getting released any day. Fred and George were helping clean up the mess that was Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley waited until at the Burrow to tell Ginny her father was dead. It happened while she had been taking her N.E.W.T.s.
Ron and Bill came home, their bodies fixed but emotions destroyed. Ron flinched at bright light and loud sudden sounds. Bill told her that Ron was captured at some point for three days and refused to tell anyone what happened. She and Ron spent his first night back talking about life before the war. She got the feeling that he was avoiding war talk but thought it was because it was still too fresh in his mind. Timidly she asked about Harry. Ron hesitated before telling her he was at Grimmauld Place taking some time to himself. Ginny noticed how he wouldn’t look her in the eye but thought it was because of the light from the kitchen could be seen from over her shoulder.
When Ron did speak about the war it was only about what has happening since it ended. Hermione was fighting for the rights of the families of Death Eaters who stayed neutral. The Ministry wanted to take all their property, money, and wands. Hermione started showing up at the Burrow when Ron sent her a Howler. They would argue for hours before Ron would hole himself back in his room and Hermione would run downstairs crying. Ginny told her she understood what she was doing even if Ron didn’t. She asked Hermione about coming to Number 12 but she always shook her head no and said what a mess the place was.
Still no Harry. Three months passed before Hedwig came to her window. Ginny felt the tightening around her heart that became a knife when she saw the post was from Hermione. She gave Ron the ring and the letter Hermione had written to her. It said once Ron found out what she was doing he would never forgive her. Three days later The Quibbler arrived (The Daily Prophet was gone and Neville bought The Quibbler from Luna when her father died ) with the headline Hermione Granger goes to Head to Head with Ministry over Malfoy Property with Harry Potter’s Support! Ron destroyed everything in his room. That night Harry showed up looking just as thin and tired as the last time she had seen him. It took every ounce of will power she had not to run up and kiss him. He politely told her hello and then asked her where Ron was. He stayed the night in Ron’s room. Ever now and again she and Bill would hear Reparo from the den. The next day the kitchen was full of smells; cinnamon, honey, bacon, eggs, and coffee. It was the first time her mother had made a complete breakfast. Ron looked calmer, almost peaceful. She wondered how long it would take him to forgive Hermione. She wondered how long it would take Harry to talk to her.
That night Harry asked if they could talk and Ginny’s stomach flipped. She knew this was when he would tell her how much he missed her, how empty his life had been with out her, how much he wanted them to get back together and reclaim what they had. Instead he told her Pansy Parkinson was pregnant and the baby was his.
Pansy had decided after the Hogwarts attack that she didn’t want to live under Voldemort and joined their side. She passed on information that came through her family home to Harry, who was her contact person in the Order. They eventually became friends. Then something more. Now Ginny got to hear the words she had always wanted to hear from him, but with another name in place of hers. He wanted her to hear it from him before anyone else. Just like that, he crushed her.
Pansy. Baby. His. The three words repeated in her head until she couldn’t speak for fear of screaming. She didn’t cry in front of him, she managed to hold it back until he left. She Silenco-ed her room and cried until it her eyes were so swollen it hurt to open them. Ron came in and put his arms around her. His hesitation the night he came back was the place where he should have told her about Harry and Pansy. She took her anger out on him and he said nothing through all her yelling. When she was done he told her he had been Owling Harry for months to tell her and he had never replied. Pansy’s role in the war was still a secret, but wouldn’t be for much longer since her case was coming up against the Ministry. That wasn’t going to be the only secret revealed that day since everyone would see her stomach. Hermione had started her campaign against the Ministry for Pansy. It still wasn’t safe for people to know what side she had been on because there were still Death Eaters on the loose that might find that a reason to go after her. The Order had yet to release all the names of their spies for that reason. Some of the people Hermione was helping were secret spies; others were people that the Order was confident had stayed neutral. He was furious over Malfoy because, even though they knew what Dumbledore thought about him, he was still Malfoy and that should be enough to let him rot. It was somewhere in Ron’s rant that the truth of what he had said about Harry had hit her. He never even planed on telling her; he had fully intended on letting her find out through the papers or Ron. The only reason he told her was because he couldn’t avoid her while they were in the same house.
It took years for Ginny to hear the name Harry Potter and not inwardly smolder. After a while she considered it an after effect of the war. Just as over time Ron’s reaction to light and sounds lessened, Ginny’s reaction to Harry’s name decreased to an unpleasant feeling in her stomach. Unlike how Ron forgave Hermione, Ginny never forgave Harry. Even when she saw him and Pansy (now looking thin and amazing after having Harry’s son) at Ron and Hermione’s wedding she couldn’t find it in herself to let her resentment go.
The next guy got the leftover mistrust and betrayal from her relationship with Harry. Ginny didn’t believe Oliver Wood when he said how much he cared about her. She only nodded and saw the hurt expression on his face. She thought the look was faked as well. Her relationship with him was over before it ever went anywhere. From Oliver she learned not to carry baggage from the past relationship into the present one. Ginny knew she would only be able to do that by getting over what had happened between her and Harry. Then came the news that put her right back to where she was the day she had found out about Harry and Pansy. Harry Potter Marries Ex-Voldemort Supporter! screamed the headline of The Quibbler with a picture of the smiling happy couple under it. Ginny read the first paragraph before throwing the paper in the bin and casting Incendio. After the ashes settled she transfigured them and the bin into a roach so she could stomp on it. None of it made her feel any better.
The next time she saw Harry it was the day Ron and Hermione had their first child. He seemed uncomfortable around her and started several sentences that she turned away before he could finish. Finally Harry cornered her in the kitchen.
“This is ridiculous Ginny! I miss you, I do. I didn’t mean for what happened between me and Pansy to happen, it just did,” he sputtered. "And then she got pregnant and I was, um, responsible after that. I had every intention of us being together after everything was over when I broke up with you. It just got all fucked up, everything did, life did. What I miss the most is how talking to you used to make me feel normal. We used to laugh, Ginny. I miss us laughing. I know you probably don’t believe me but I care about what happens to you. I still lo- care for you. I’ve never stopped. Things just happened that I didn’t expect. If I could do anything different I would-”
Ginny walked out the kitchen before he could finish. She didn’t want to know what it was Harry would have done differently; it didn’t matter because the past couldn’t be changed. After that she pleasantly ignored him while fussing over her nephew. Ron was the first of the Weasley children to have a child. Ginny’s mother couldn’t stop crying about how beautiful he was and Hermione couldn’t stop agreeing with her. Eventually little Arthur yawned and Mrs. Weasley said her goodbyes. Not long after she left, Hermione put little Arthur to sleep. The four of them gathered around the fireplace and chatted, Harry trying every now and again to engage Ginny in a conversation and failing. Hermione must have noticed because the next time he spoke to Ginny she interrupted him with a question about what she had missed at the office. Ginny realized how little she knew about Ron and Hermione’s lives. She rarely visited because she didn’t want to have to deal with running into Harry and his family. She hadn’t even known that he worked with Hermione; she had just assumed he had become an Auror like he had wanted back in Hogwarts.
Ron rolled his eyes as Harry and Hermione talked about office politics. Then discussion turned to actual politics which became the usual round of Ministry bashing. Soon Harry and Hermione were arguing.
“I still can’t believe they let Malfoy keep his bloody money. So what if they took the Manor, he’s still as rich as Bill Gates so he doesn’t care,” Harry spat venomously.
“Who’s Bill Gates?” Ron asked.
Hermione gave Ron an affectionate peck on the cheek. “If anyone could be considered to take over the Muggle world it’s him and whoever started Starbucks.”
Ginny knew it would probably be the only part of the conversation he would comment on. He and Hermione settled it between them long ago. Ron told Ginny that he got over his issue with Malfoy after hearing about what happened to him after the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts. Voldemort had used Malfoy to get back at Lucius, so he used Narcissa to get back at Malfoy. He made Malfoy watch as he Crucio-ed her until she was just like Neville’s parents. Then he left her alive a few months for amusement. He referred to her as the jester in his court. One day he tired of Narcissa and gave her to Fenrir Greyback’s pack. No one knew what happened to her, least of all Draco.
“Seriously, why did everyone forget that he let Death Eaters into Hogwarts? Death Eaters! I know Dumbledore believed in him enough to sacrifice his life for him, that’s the only reason I backed you in his case. But I still don’t think he should have been allowed to keep as much as he did. Just because he didn’t support them after that doesn’t mean he didn’t do a lot for them when he did.”
Hermione sighed like she was about to say something she had said loads of times before and knew she would say as many times afterward. Ginny figured they’d still argue over Malfoy when they were eighty.
“He may not have spied for the order but he did risk his life when he turned over Death Eater hexes to us. Have you already forgotten that? I seem to remember one in particular that he gave us that saved your life a few times.”
“Well, he had to do something to try to make up for what he did.”
“No, Harry, he didn’t. How many other Death Eaters do you know are chomping at the bit to make up for their crimes? Malfoy wasn’t even a Death Eater; he was never given the Mark.”
“Not for lack of wanting one. If I ever have to see that bastard again it’ll be too soon.”
Hermione shook her head. “I thought you were over it. You said you felt sorry for him.”
“Pity does not override justice.”
“Or you hating him,” Hermione noted.
”A hundred years from now I’ll still want to stomp on his face and break his nose.”
“You know, you should put the energy into work that you do talking about Malfoy. Are you ever going to get over it?”
“I didn’t like it when you were defending him because it meant you were around him. I don’t like Malfoy around the people I care about. I don’t trust him. But I guess as long as he stays in that flat he bought in London and out of my life, I could care less. Satisfied?”
The argument died down not long after and Hermione decided she really needed to get some rest before Arthur woke up. Ginny didn’t want to give Harry a chance to try and talk to her again so she Flooed home while he was saying goodbye to Ron.
Ginny thought about what she had realized after her disastrous attempt at a relationship with Oliver. It had been almost three years since she had found out about Pansy, and Ginny was long overdue for closure. She hated that she turned down every date she was asked on because all she could think was Is he going to hurt me too? She spent the rest of the evening drinking tea and asking herself what would make her get over Harry. That was how the next day she ended up in Muggle London knocking on the door of Draco Malfoy dressed in her shortest skirt and thinnest shirt. Her reasoning was simple; Harry had hurt her, she wanted to hurt Harry. She didn’t have to worry about if she could trust Malfoy- she already didn’t so there was no loss there. Since she had no intention of him being her boyfriend, she wasn’t worried about her anger at Harry affecting their relationship.
Funny how something that should have been so easy turned out so complicated.
Ginny thought Malfoy would ask all kinds of questions when she showed up at his door. She had been prepared to tell him the truth and, of course, he would jump at the chance to do something to hurt Harry. Instead he hid his initial shock at seeing behind an inviting smile and calmly asked her to join him for tea. Ginny had always pictured Malfoy’s home being decorated with Slytherin colors and expensive antiques. His flat was in a decent area of London, moderately furnished and sparsely decorated. Ginny expected sarcasm and more than a few comments about her being a Weasley which she was willing to ignore. He brought her tea out with his and asked her how she has been since he last saw her. She had been expecting Malfoy as he had been in Hogwarts, all Slytherin pride and Pure Blood loyalty. She didn’t doubt that he was still those things, just maybe not as much as before. Considering what Ron had told her she didn’t know why she hadn’t thought he would be different. He wasn’t exiled to Muggle life like many others but he had chosen to reside out of magical society. All around her she saw the difference between the man in front of her and the boy she had known. Ginny felt stupid for coming to him under the assumptions she had made. If anyone should know the changes war made, it was her.
As he walked her to the door Ginny wondered how she had intended on getting to Harry though Malfoy anyway. Harry had a family, and Malfoy wasn’t even in the Wizarding world anymore for him to hear about. Ginny knew she hadn’t thought everything through; she had just knocked on his door with some half formed plan that involved her legs being on display and her hair loose down her back. Facing Malfoy to tell him goodbye she stopped right after the first part of the word left her mouth. Ginny recognized that she had come with the intention of having sex with him, even if she had never voiced it to herself in her ‘plan’. She hadn’t even gone that far with Harry and she had come to London to offer herself to the bloke he hated. For revenge. Now she was leaving, like a coward, without even attempting what she came to do. She had felt empty inside after finding out that there was no future for her with Harry. She desperately wanted that feeling gone. Malfoy was attractive in a unique way; his skin was pale and flawless, his eyes were shined pewter, his face angular and sharp, high cheek bones. Before she could stop herself Ginny leaned over to kiss him. He froze for a moment and then Ginny felt one of his arms circle her waist to draw her closer as his other hand lightly grazed her cheek down to her chin. She leaned into him more, letting her body rest against his. When she felt his tongue sliding across her bottom lip she let him in. Ginny had almost forgotten what it was like to be really kissed, and the way Malfoy had her locked against him she guessed he probably had as well.
He pulled away before she did and stared at her for what seemed like minutes but was probably only two breathes. It was the intensity in his gaze that stretched the moment. Then his mouth was on hers again, this time harder than before. He nipped at her lips and throat while he massaged the back of her head. When he stepped back through the doorway Ginny didn’t stop him from pulling her back into his home. After closing the door her pressed her against it and let his hands roam freely over her body. Ginny buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him back, just as passionate as he was kissing her. Malfoy pulled her hands gently from his hair and stepped back enough to separate their bodies (but not their mouths) and ran her hands down his chest to his hips. The message was clear and Ginny couldn’t stop herself from touching him after that.
Because she wasn’t worrying about how any of this would affect their relationship she was more brazen than she had been with anyone before. Malfoy’s groan against her mouth tasted delicious when she slid her hand down over his erection and back up. He pressed into her hand, wanting more friction. His mouth moved to her neck and soon he had her gasping out barely understandable words. When she started to say Malfoy he stopped kissing her neck and whispered Draco in her ear before biting it softly. Ginny felt shivers pass down her body to her toes. Draco brought one hand to her breast while the other one grabbed her hip and pressed their bodies together. She felt his cock grinding into her as his thumb rubbed her nipple through her shirt. Ginny pressed her head back against the door and returned her fingers to his hair to move his mouth down to where her neck and shoulder met.
Draco’s knee softly wedged her legs open and Ginny felt her skirt being lifted up to her waist. His hand touched the skin of her stomach as his fingers slid under her knickers and over her pelvic bone. He pressed his fingers down just enough that she could feel the pressure of it on her clit. He claimed her mouth with a bruising kiss as he teased her by moving his hand close to where she wanted to be touched most but never all the way there. Without thinking Ginny began to move her hips and she felt his smile against her mouth a moment before he moved his fingers between her folds. The words please, more, you, gods and need left her lips before she even knew what she was saying. Draco slowly breached her with a finger and Ginny dug her nails into his shoulders. He released her mouth and watched her face as he moved his finger in and out of her, massaging her mound with the base of his palm the entire time. Mouth red from too much kissing, face flushed and eyes half open, she looked at Draco.
“Do you have any clue what you look like right now?” His voice was lower, his breathing was erratic and his pupils had dilated. Draco bit his lip and Ginny felt another finger join the first. She opened her legs more to give him more access and saw the approval on his face.
“You feel incredible, hot and tight. Do you like me touching you like this?”
Ginny suspected he wanted an answer but she couldn’t form the words to give him one. Draco removed his hands from her body and smirked as she groaned in protest.
“Yes,” she whispered. The softly spoken word was hard to form in her mouth.
“Yes what?” His smirk became something she was more familiar with, something reminiscent of his younger self. That it was him inside of her making her pant and beg turned her on even more than his actions. She knew it was because he was the kind of guy she was told to stay away from her whole life. Well, she had gone for the good guy and look what that got her? Ginny was tired of playing the good girl; she had done it for too long.
“Yes I love you touching me like that, feeling me inside. Makes me think about what your cock might feel like.”
He kissed her hastily before he dropped to his knees and tore her knickers off. He put his hands between her knees and gently pushed them open.
”Look at me.”
Ginny looked down and their eyes locked. The smirk was back but with a touch of mischief. His hands moved from her knees to the inside of her thighs and traveled up. Grabbing her hips he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue where his fingers had been moments before. Ginny had to stretch her arms against the wall for balance as his mouth did things to her body that had her making sounds that she would have made her embarrassed at a different time. What Draco was doing was amazing, but Ginny wanted more. The want for more didn’t stop her from screaming out her orgasm moments later when Draco moved his tongue directly over her clit in fast flicking motions.
Draco sat back on his haunches and lowered Ginny down to his lap, kissing her just as hard as before but slower as soon as her mouth was in reach of his. She felt his erection against her bottom and wiggled. She received a light slap on her rear and a laugh. Then he was kissing her again and Ginny didn’t want him to stop. He moved them to the side so he could lie on top of her. Again she touched his hardness, but this time with less reservation. Draco rocked into her hand, small gasps and moans leaving his mouth and entering hers. Ginny undid his belt and trousers with her other hand while not losing the rhythm that had been established with the other. Once his pants were undone Ginny slid her hand down his stomach, like he had done to her earlier, into his boxers and around his cock. Draco stopped moving above her and Ginny wondered if she had done something wrong until she saw the look on his face.
Holding himself up by his arms Draco was far enough away that she could really observe him. Eyes tightly shut, mouth ajar, and chin length hair hanging in front his face Ginny couldn’t imagine a more erotic sight than the one above her. That they were both still dressed was another thing that made everything seem wrong, but in that really good way that Ginny was starting to worry she might like. She moved her hand down experimentally then up again, covering the soft part of the top with her palm before sliding her hand back down again. She was rewarded by Draco’s breathy, “Oh fuck, that feels good.” Might like? She began to move her hand faster, applying more pressure to the head and twisting her wrist as much as she could while on his shaft. He began to move into her hand again; this time his movements were slow and controlled. More profanities came from his mouth and rather than thinking they were lewd Ginny felt her body responding to the sight and sounds of the man above her. Might like? She knew she loved it.
With the hand not working him she pushed his pants and boxers down until she could feel her other hand was free. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him down so that his cock pushed against her body. Draco lowered himself back down until their bodies were pressed together and grabbed her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Bringing his lips to hers Draco kissed her softly at first until she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a harder kiss. In one fluid movement his hips moved forward and Ginny let out a cry against his mouth.
Draco stopped moving, but he was already buried to the hilt inside of her. She felt his body shaking on top of hers and was afraid to look at his face. When she finally did open her eyes there was confusion and surprise, but no anger. She realized the shaking must be from him holding himself up by where he had moved his arms under her shoulders.
Draco closed his eyes. “Tell me when it’s ok.”
Ginny closed her eyes and relaxed her body, letting the feeling of him inside her take over. When the soreness disappeared she rotated her hips under him and was rewarded with a groan.
“Don’t,” he rasped.
“Slowly,” she responded.
Keeping his face even with hers, Draco withdrew almost completely from Ginny before slowly moving back in. After a few times, Ginny began to move her hips in time with his thrusts. Draco brought his hands to the back of her head and roughly pushed their mouths together. His thrusts were coming fast now and she was meeting him just as much speed and urgency as she could. Her body was humming in a way that made her break contact with his mouth for need of air. Draco kissed her neck in the absence of her mouth and Ginny felt that thing she had been missing coming full force in side of her. It erupted in the form of brightness behind her eyes when Draco brought his hand between their bodies and began to touch her while he pushed in and out of her shaking body. Teeth bit down on the tender part of Ginny’s neck below her ear and Draco’s body shuddered above hers. She lifted her hips to push down on him one last time and she felt Draco stop breathing as he pushed himself as far into her as he could.
Then he breathed again and Ginny smirked.
~
She had tried, she really did. It wasn’t that Draco didn’t debauch her in the way she wanted him to, he did, and sometimes very publicly. He just did it in London. He never asked her why she came to see him that day. Ginny was relieved because she knew that since she hadn’t told him before it happened she would have to lie. She didn’t relish the idea of lying to Draco.
It took a few months but she finally got him to Diagon Alley. She begged, bribed and even teased until she got her way. Ginny found that she was a natural tease.
The sun was high in the sky and Draco wore a pair of black sunglasses and a hat. He linked her hand to his by his index finger to her pinkie. They were entering the new Quidditch store when it happened. They were recognized. Ginny figured her luck couldn’t have been any better today because it was Denis Creevy, who had eerily followed in his brother’s footsteps after his death. He waved, snapped the picture, and then shot them the thumbs up. Ginny saw Draco’s hand go for his wand under his jacket and touched her elbow to still his arm.
“Don’t,” was all she said.
“Just once?” He was grinning.
Ginny smiled back and, bringing herself up on her toes, kissed his jaw. “No.”
Draco’s hand moved away from his wand.
~
Ginny was playing with her nephew when the morning owl came with the post followed by The Quibbler’s owl service. Ron took the paper and paid the bird. His face paled at the sight of the first page. His jaw dropped slightly as he looked to his sister. Ginny was gazing at him expectantly.
“Does mum know?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Does anyone know?”
“I suppose now everyone does.”
Ron only nodded and Ginny left out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding until that moment.
“I’m not okay with it, but I know you’re an adult. Do you know what you’re doing?”
Ginny kissed Arthur’s bright red curls and smiled at her brother. “I know exactly what I’m doing Ron, don’t worry.”
The headline read Harry Potter’s Former Flame is Dating Draco Malfoy! Ginny thought it was hilarious that her name didn’t rate the headline but Harry and Draco’s did.
The rest of the week went as expected. After getting to many looks and snide comments from customers Ginny quit her job at Jenkin’s Glass Hut of Charmed Colored Glass to work at a Muggle bookstore closer to Draco. She had scored high enough in her Muggle Studies course that the Ministry gave her Muggle identification and false school history. Whenever Ginny opened the store she stayed at Draco’s the night before and also on the nights she closed. Her mother had railed at her first about the Malfoy history but, when Ginny refused to bend on revealing anything about her and Draco, she relented. Looking confused and exhausted she asked if her daughter was happy.
“Undoubtedly.”
She was. Ginny just didn’t see the point in giving her mother details that would likely upset her more than pacify her.
Draco was no less attentive and consuming of Ginny than he had been the first time; he encouraged her enthusiasm and gave her carte blanche of his body, letting her know what felt good and what made his mind go blank. She found that with him she had no inhibitions, no shame, and afterwards had no regrets. He never brought up a relationship and she hoped he never did. He never asked her any questions about why she appeared like she did, but Ginny never quit waiting for it.
One morning she decided to wake him up by riding him, which was a position he loved. Taking his morning wood in hand Ginny lowered her body, impaling herself on him. It didn’t take long for his eyes to open and watch her. Ginny had learned quickly what he liked. She scratched her nails down his chest and was rewarded with his back arching off the bed and her name. She moved faster and bent down to scrape her teeth right below his Adam’s apple. This got her flipped on her back with legs against his chest as he grabbed her waist in his hands and roughly fucked her. That was morning sex for them, Ginny liked starting the day off the best way they could.
After both were shaking and sated they would kiss gently for however long it took their bodies to calm down. Draco suggested they walk London, maybe go to some of the museums. Art made her think of Dean but Draco made her think teasing and quick witted conversations about absolutely nothing so he won. They went to Tate Gallery in London because Draco wanted to show her his favorite painting. Ginny found it odd that Draco had a favorite painting, especially a Muggle one, and he told her about all the paintings that were at Malfoy Manor and how not all of them moved. Some were never meant to and others had just been silenced and stilled by angry Malfoys before him. He took her to see Dante Rosetti’s Beata Beatrix. Ginny was silent for a moment and laid her head against Draco’s shoulder, the picture spoke of a sadness she couldn’t understand.
“My mum liked this sort of stuff,” he said finally. “She wasn’t as anti-Muggle as Aunt Bella but not as liberal as Aunt Andromeda. She read some Muggle literature and had rows of books on Muggle art, painting in particular. She used to tell me that if you found something beautiful and looking at it gave you pleasure then what did it matter if it was done by a Pure Blood, Half Blood, Muggle Born, or Muggle. She also painted in her spare time but was never very good at it even though she loved it. My father used to buy her paints and canvases just to see her smile. The day she took me shopping for my third year school supplies we left extra early because she wanted to take me to London. She made me wear Muggle clothing under my robe and she did as well. I was so embarrassed. When we left Diagon Alley I was complaining about how I looked, and in general being an ass. She told me that she would take me somewhere that would make it all worth it. She brought me here. We walked around for hours, my mum occasionally explaining the history behind something or the story it was about. A lot were biblical so I didn’t understand them but thought they were beautiful all the same. She brought me to this one last and I stared at it for a while, not really knowing what to think. I thought it was beautiful, almost surreal with the colors and the scene but beyond that I had no understanding of the painting.
“Mum had a distant look on her face when she told me as sad as she thought the painting was it hurt more to take her eyes off of it. The artist was named after the main character in Dante’s Inferno and this painting is of his Beatrice, who was doomed the doomed love of the antagonist. The real reason the painting is so emotional isn’t the literary context but what it represents. The model that he used for Beatrice was Rossetti’s wife, Elizabeth Siddal. She’s considered the muse of most of the Pre-Raphaelite artist; she was the model in John Everett Millais’ Ophelia. Once she started to model for Rossetti he nearly exclusively painted her and soon wouldn’t let her pose for anyone else. Rossetti loved her but Elizabeth didn’t think she was good enough for his family; her insecurities probably aided by the fact that Rossetti was extremely fickle in their relationship. Their marriage was preceded by a ten year on and off engagement. Elizabeth had gotten sick while posing for Ophelia and developed an addiction to laudanum. That’s how she died. It was either an overdose or suicide, no one’s really sure. That’s the reason the sundial is pointed at nine, it’s said to be the hour of her death. The two men in the back are actually Rossetti and Love, always on different roads so they were fated never to meet. Mum said she always hoped one day she would come to see this painting and it would be different. She said it deserved a happy ending. We went home and she made me promise not to tell father where we’d been. He thought her painting and art fascination was endearing but would not have thought bringing his son to spend the day around Muggles so cute. She brought me back a few more times when my dad was gone. The summer he was in Azkaban we came at least once a week. When I picked my flat I wanted it to be in walking distance of this place.”
It was the most personal thing Draco had ever told her and Ginny felt the beginnings of what later became guilt start in her stomach.
Things continued to change. Hermione commented that Ginny came around more and she looked happy. Happier than she’d seen her since Hogwarts. Her mother even noticed the change in her mood. She began to dress differently, picking skirts that flowed when she walked and tops that clung to her body. Draco still didn’t want to be around magical society any more than necessary (not that she blamed him) so she found herself exploring more of London and becoming familiar with the city.
The inevitable happened when Ginny was expecting it least. Laughing with Ron and Hermione over Arthur’s latest tale of adorableness she didn’t notice when Harry Flooed in the room until Hermione coughed and stared at her. Turned to see him, ash streaked across his right cheek and nose, Ginny smiled in greeting nervously. As if on cue Arthur cried and Hermione and Ron thought he needed both of them after his nap.
Silently Ginny wanted to cheer. She had been waiting for this, for them to run into each other and for him to say something to her. The week before Creevy had again managed to snap another picture, this time it left no doubt as to how close she and Draco were. He had pulled her into a deserted alley between two shops and kissed her until she had been writhing against him, begging him to Apparate them home. Ginny saw the flash behind her eyelids and this time Creevy was gone before Draco could even reach for his wand. Ginny wouldn’t have stopped him that time.
“How are you Ginny?”
She smiled sweetly, inviting almost. “Wonderful. Yourself?”
Harry’s jaw clenched and she saw him grinding his teeth. “You know what I think of Malfoy! What is wrong with you? Don’t you want better for yourself?”
Ginny wanted to slap him. What was wrong with her was that she waited two years for the man she loved only to find out he had difficulty keeping his dick out of one of Slytherin’s finest. But she held her tongue.
“Ginny, you know how I feel about this. About you. Out of everyone in this world you could be with, why him? Do you even know what kind of person he is?”
It galled Ginny to no end that he had put emphasis on how he felt. He couldn’t be with her anymore so why did he keep acting like he thought his feelings should matter in her life? She kept the smile and sweetness in her voice to give him the answer she knew would make his blood run cold the way hers had when she had opened the paper to find his wedding picture.
“Of course I know what kind of person he is. He’s the man that makes me laugh and takes me places because he thinks I’ll enjoy it. He’s the man that lets me in his home, his life, and his arms without asking anything in return.” Ginny stood in front of Harry and looked him straight in the face. Deliberately she let her voice drop slightly as she said, “He’s the man that kisses me until I forget who I am and pushes me beyond passion when I’m in his bed, on his floor, in the shower, wherever.”
Ginny watched Harry’s eyes go almost black with anger and the muscle in his cheek started to twitch. His scar became a little redder than usual. Ginny grinned up at him and moved to walk past him to the Floo but stopped mid-step as if she remembered something important. Harry was still looking straight ahead where she had been standing, entire body tense, when Ginny raised herself up to whisper in his ear.
“Most of all the man he is doesn’t have a wife and child at home waiting for him.” Ginny paused to give her words time to sink in. “Please tell Ron and Hermione I said goodbye.”
Harry didn’t acknowledge anything she said as she walked to the fireplace and said Draco Malfoy’s home to the Floo Network. She did hear breaking glass as she stepped into the green flames. Ginny wanted to congratulate herself on being so crass and blunt; the look on Harry’s face had told her everything she had said hit its target accurately. The moment she stepped from the Floo onto Draco’s floor she pulled her jumper off, wasting no time calling out for Draco. He responded from his study and when she got there she had already removed her camisole and was unzipping the back of her skirt. She stood still for a moment as it fell and pooled around her feet. She had taken to wearing stilettos that closed around her ankles because Draco thought they were unbelievably sexy and they didn’t come off no matter how wild they got. Standing before him in her sheer black bra and knickers (presents from him) and jade green heels she watched as he gently put down the book he was reading and stared at her. His tongue wet his bottom lip for moisture. Ginny became captivated by the look on his face, mostly lust but there was something else, something that Ginny couldn’t identify. Not wanting to dwell on details she wasn’t ready to deal with Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and set her mouth in displeasure.
“Are you going to stand over there all day and stare or are you going to come over her and fuck me like a good boy, Malfoy?”
He knew she only ever called him that when she wanted bruises on her thighs from him pounding into her, just like he called her ‘Weasley’ whenever he was in the mood to be ordered around. It was their own little game and each played their part rather well. Ginny felt like she was becoming more and more Slytherin every day she spent with him.
Draco put his hands on the desk in front of him and leaned towards her, a smile so wicked on his lips that Ginny could only think about how she could break his incredible control he had over himself. She wondered how long it would take to get him to beg. Ginny met his smile with arched eyes brows, showing her impatience.
“I’d really like to but the thing is, ma’am, I think I forgot how. Would you mind giving me a lesson? I happen to have a desk right here that would be fine for you to use as a teacher, if you would like.”
Ginny let her eyes study the desk, as if checking to see if it would meet her standards. She walked, all business no sway, towards him and climbed on the desk to stand. Draco brought his hands up to her ankles and caressed the skin from there to the curve of her bum where she swatted his hands away like one would an annoying fly. Bringing one of her legs up, she put her foot on his shoulder and forced him back into his chair. Standing again Ginny hooked her fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulled them straight down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the floor.
“Bring your chair closer Malfoy. I’m only going to show you this once.”
She waited until he was sitting at the desk like an apt pupil to sit down in front of him. Spreading her legs, she positioned herself until her bum was on the edge of the desk and placed a foot, first the right and then the left, on the arms of his chair. Draco still held his smile in place but she could tell he wasn’t as collected as he claimed to be. The erratic pattern of his breathing and dilation of his eyes told her all she needed to know.
“You hand, Malfoy. The right one, preferably.”
Draco unclenched his hand from his knee and lifted it up to her. Taking his hand in hers Ginny looked sternly at him.
”This is your first lesson. Pay close attention.” She took his pointer finger in her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom of it, much like she would if it had been his cock in her mouth instead of his finger. She knew that’s where his mind went when his eyes closed and a small moan escaped his mouth.
( Taste in Men (Part 2) )
ORIGINAL REQUEST
BRIEFLY describe what you’d like to receive: Fantastic fiction. :P
The tone/mood of the fic: Serious. Honest. In character.
A theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: Art history. Interpret this any way you please.
Canon of AU? Either-or.
Rating of the fic you want: Maybe PG and up? Sky is the limit. :P
Deal breakers (what don’t you want): No sideships. Just D/G.
Author: vinofaerie
Rating: NC-17. It’s rare I write D/G without smut.
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: character death
Summary: After the war Ginny has to come to terms with everything that she had expected to happen in her life and what she was left with instead.
Author’s Notes: I originally wrote a story that conformed to all parts of the request but one, the first. It was horrible so I scrapped it to write something else. I’m much happier with this one but because of the plot sideships couldn’t be avoided. #21, whoever you are, I hope you like it and the art thrown in as well.
The title is the song I listened to on repeat while writing this, it’s by Placebo. I thought it also kinda fit the mood of the fic.
Beta: jessakitty and forgetablelove
Ginny had always known that Harry Potter would be the boyfriend she remembered the most vividly from her school days. She had wanted him since she was eleven and, although the infatuation had never left completely, it did change. She could recognize in hindsight that at first it had been hero worship on her part, actual feeling did not start to develop until the invisible gag was removed from her mouth and talked to him. The more she got to know Harry the tighter the clenching feeling around her heart got. Harry looked at her the same way he looked at the rest of his friends. By the time that looked changed Ginny had long since stopped waiting for him and was with Dean. She noticed the way his eyes would follow her across the room and the way they darkened whenever he saw her with Dean. When he first kissed her it had been perfect - everything a first kiss should be; the kind of kiss to tell her children about when they asked how she and daddy got together. This was the beginning of how Harry taught her the most important lesson out of any of them. He taught her not to get her hopes up.
It was in everything he did and said to her; the way he made her hope for more than just a small school romance. He was passionate and attentive when they kissed, knew when to lighten the mood with a joke and when it was the right time to remove her blouse. Harry never asked with words if it was okay, instead he let his fingers hover over the buttons for a few seconds to give her the opportunity to move his hands away. She never did and he would whisper in her ear later how beautiful she was. Soon she was thinking about what their children would look like and how happy their life would be. He gave her every indication that they were heading in that direction. He would talk about wanting a big family and where he wanted to live, the entire time his arm around her waist as she walked next to him around the lake. He told her personal things about growing up that she had only heard whispers about. He had let her in, and that alone is what caused her to decide that he was The One. When he broke up with her she knew in her heart that it was just until the war was over and then they could pick up where they left off.
So she waited.
It took two more years for the war to be over. When Hogwarts went underground, and at her mother’s insistence, so did Ginny. The number of students was so low that there were no longer houses, just boys’ room and girls’ room. The only time she left was to go to Charlie, Percy and Fleur’s combined memorial. Harry was there and kissed her cheek as he gave his condolences. He looked thin and tired. Ginny wanted to let him know she was still waiting for him but she could tell something had changed. He was no longer letting her in. That was when the doubt had started, but Ginny hung on to her belief that after everything was over he would come back to her. When Voldemort was destroyed Ginny cried her happiness with the other girls in their small room. School was over two days later and she was met at King’s Cross by her mother with a crushing hug. Ron and Bill were in St. Mungo’s for observation; they were getting released any day. Fred and George were helping clean up the mess that was Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley waited until at the Burrow to tell Ginny her father was dead. It happened while she had been taking her N.E.W.T.s.
Ron and Bill came home, their bodies fixed but emotions destroyed. Ron flinched at bright light and loud sudden sounds. Bill told her that Ron was captured at some point for three days and refused to tell anyone what happened. She and Ron spent his first night back talking about life before the war. She got the feeling that he was avoiding war talk but thought it was because it was still too fresh in his mind. Timidly she asked about Harry. Ron hesitated before telling her he was at Grimmauld Place taking some time to himself. Ginny noticed how he wouldn’t look her in the eye but thought it was because of the light from the kitchen could be seen from over her shoulder.
When Ron did speak about the war it was only about what has happening since it ended. Hermione was fighting for the rights of the families of Death Eaters who stayed neutral. The Ministry wanted to take all their property, money, and wands. Hermione started showing up at the Burrow when Ron sent her a Howler. They would argue for hours before Ron would hole himself back in his room and Hermione would run downstairs crying. Ginny told her she understood what she was doing even if Ron didn’t. She asked Hermione about coming to Number 12 but she always shook her head no and said what a mess the place was.
Still no Harry. Three months passed before Hedwig came to her window. Ginny felt the tightening around her heart that became a knife when she saw the post was from Hermione. She gave Ron the ring and the letter Hermione had written to her. It said once Ron found out what she was doing he would never forgive her. Three days later The Quibbler arrived (The Daily Prophet was gone and Neville bought The Quibbler from Luna when her father died ) with the headline Hermione Granger goes to Head to Head with Ministry over Malfoy Property with Harry Potter’s Support! Ron destroyed everything in his room. That night Harry showed up looking just as thin and tired as the last time she had seen him. It took every ounce of will power she had not to run up and kiss him. He politely told her hello and then asked her where Ron was. He stayed the night in Ron’s room. Ever now and again she and Bill would hear Reparo from the den. The next day the kitchen was full of smells; cinnamon, honey, bacon, eggs, and coffee. It was the first time her mother had made a complete breakfast. Ron looked calmer, almost peaceful. She wondered how long it would take him to forgive Hermione. She wondered how long it would take Harry to talk to her.
That night Harry asked if they could talk and Ginny’s stomach flipped. She knew this was when he would tell her how much he missed her, how empty his life had been with out her, how much he wanted them to get back together and reclaim what they had. Instead he told her Pansy Parkinson was pregnant and the baby was his.
Pansy had decided after the Hogwarts attack that she didn’t want to live under Voldemort and joined their side. She passed on information that came through her family home to Harry, who was her contact person in the Order. They eventually became friends. Then something more. Now Ginny got to hear the words she had always wanted to hear from him, but with another name in place of hers. He wanted her to hear it from him before anyone else. Just like that, he crushed her.
Pansy. Baby. His. The three words repeated in her head until she couldn’t speak for fear of screaming. She didn’t cry in front of him, she managed to hold it back until he left. She Silenco-ed her room and cried until it her eyes were so swollen it hurt to open them. Ron came in and put his arms around her. His hesitation the night he came back was the place where he should have told her about Harry and Pansy. She took her anger out on him and he said nothing through all her yelling. When she was done he told her he had been Owling Harry for months to tell her and he had never replied. Pansy’s role in the war was still a secret, but wouldn’t be for much longer since her case was coming up against the Ministry. That wasn’t going to be the only secret revealed that day since everyone would see her stomach. Hermione had started her campaign against the Ministry for Pansy. It still wasn’t safe for people to know what side she had been on because there were still Death Eaters on the loose that might find that a reason to go after her. The Order had yet to release all the names of their spies for that reason. Some of the people Hermione was helping were secret spies; others were people that the Order was confident had stayed neutral. He was furious over Malfoy because, even though they knew what Dumbledore thought about him, he was still Malfoy and that should be enough to let him rot. It was somewhere in Ron’s rant that the truth of what he had said about Harry had hit her. He never even planed on telling her; he had fully intended on letting her find out through the papers or Ron. The only reason he told her was because he couldn’t avoid her while they were in the same house.
It took years for Ginny to hear the name Harry Potter and not inwardly smolder. After a while she considered it an after effect of the war. Just as over time Ron’s reaction to light and sounds lessened, Ginny’s reaction to Harry’s name decreased to an unpleasant feeling in her stomach. Unlike how Ron forgave Hermione, Ginny never forgave Harry. Even when she saw him and Pansy (now looking thin and amazing after having Harry’s son) at Ron and Hermione’s wedding she couldn’t find it in herself to let her resentment go.
The next guy got the leftover mistrust and betrayal from her relationship with Harry. Ginny didn’t believe Oliver Wood when he said how much he cared about her. She only nodded and saw the hurt expression on his face. She thought the look was faked as well. Her relationship with him was over before it ever went anywhere. From Oliver she learned not to carry baggage from the past relationship into the present one. Ginny knew she would only be able to do that by getting over what had happened between her and Harry. Then came the news that put her right back to where she was the day she had found out about Harry and Pansy. Harry Potter Marries Ex-Voldemort Supporter! screamed the headline of The Quibbler with a picture of the smiling happy couple under it. Ginny read the first paragraph before throwing the paper in the bin and casting Incendio. After the ashes settled she transfigured them and the bin into a roach so she could stomp on it. None of it made her feel any better.
The next time she saw Harry it was the day Ron and Hermione had their first child. He seemed uncomfortable around her and started several sentences that she turned away before he could finish. Finally Harry cornered her in the kitchen.
“This is ridiculous Ginny! I miss you, I do. I didn’t mean for what happened between me and Pansy to happen, it just did,” he sputtered. "And then she got pregnant and I was, um, responsible after that. I had every intention of us being together after everything was over when I broke up with you. It just got all fucked up, everything did, life did. What I miss the most is how talking to you used to make me feel normal. We used to laugh, Ginny. I miss us laughing. I know you probably don’t believe me but I care about what happens to you. I still lo- care for you. I’ve never stopped. Things just happened that I didn’t expect. If I could do anything different I would-”
Ginny walked out the kitchen before he could finish. She didn’t want to know what it was Harry would have done differently; it didn’t matter because the past couldn’t be changed. After that she pleasantly ignored him while fussing over her nephew. Ron was the first of the Weasley children to have a child. Ginny’s mother couldn’t stop crying about how beautiful he was and Hermione couldn’t stop agreeing with her. Eventually little Arthur yawned and Mrs. Weasley said her goodbyes. Not long after she left, Hermione put little Arthur to sleep. The four of them gathered around the fireplace and chatted, Harry trying every now and again to engage Ginny in a conversation and failing. Hermione must have noticed because the next time he spoke to Ginny she interrupted him with a question about what she had missed at the office. Ginny realized how little she knew about Ron and Hermione’s lives. She rarely visited because she didn’t want to have to deal with running into Harry and his family. She hadn’t even known that he worked with Hermione; she had just assumed he had become an Auror like he had wanted back in Hogwarts.
Ron rolled his eyes as Harry and Hermione talked about office politics. Then discussion turned to actual politics which became the usual round of Ministry bashing. Soon Harry and Hermione were arguing.
“I still can’t believe they let Malfoy keep his bloody money. So what if they took the Manor, he’s still as rich as Bill Gates so he doesn’t care,” Harry spat venomously.
“Who’s Bill Gates?” Ron asked.
Hermione gave Ron an affectionate peck on the cheek. “If anyone could be considered to take over the Muggle world it’s him and whoever started Starbucks.”
Ginny knew it would probably be the only part of the conversation he would comment on. He and Hermione settled it between them long ago. Ron told Ginny that he got over his issue with Malfoy after hearing about what happened to him after the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts. Voldemort had used Malfoy to get back at Lucius, so he used Narcissa to get back at Malfoy. He made Malfoy watch as he Crucio-ed her until she was just like Neville’s parents. Then he left her alive a few months for amusement. He referred to her as the jester in his court. One day he tired of Narcissa and gave her to Fenrir Greyback’s pack. No one knew what happened to her, least of all Draco.
“Seriously, why did everyone forget that he let Death Eaters into Hogwarts? Death Eaters! I know Dumbledore believed in him enough to sacrifice his life for him, that’s the only reason I backed you in his case. But I still don’t think he should have been allowed to keep as much as he did. Just because he didn’t support them after that doesn’t mean he didn’t do a lot for them when he did.”
Hermione sighed like she was about to say something she had said loads of times before and knew she would say as many times afterward. Ginny figured they’d still argue over Malfoy when they were eighty.
“He may not have spied for the order but he did risk his life when he turned over Death Eater hexes to us. Have you already forgotten that? I seem to remember one in particular that he gave us that saved your life a few times.”
“Well, he had to do something to try to make up for what he did.”
“No, Harry, he didn’t. How many other Death Eaters do you know are chomping at the bit to make up for their crimes? Malfoy wasn’t even a Death Eater; he was never given the Mark.”
“Not for lack of wanting one. If I ever have to see that bastard again it’ll be too soon.”
Hermione shook her head. “I thought you were over it. You said you felt sorry for him.”
“Pity does not override justice.”
“Or you hating him,” Hermione noted.
”A hundred years from now I’ll still want to stomp on his face and break his nose.”
“You know, you should put the energy into work that you do talking about Malfoy. Are you ever going to get over it?”
“I didn’t like it when you were defending him because it meant you were around him. I don’t like Malfoy around the people I care about. I don’t trust him. But I guess as long as he stays in that flat he bought in London and out of my life, I could care less. Satisfied?”
The argument died down not long after and Hermione decided she really needed to get some rest before Arthur woke up. Ginny didn’t want to give Harry a chance to try and talk to her again so she Flooed home while he was saying goodbye to Ron.
Ginny thought about what she had realized after her disastrous attempt at a relationship with Oliver. It had been almost three years since she had found out about Pansy, and Ginny was long overdue for closure. She hated that she turned down every date she was asked on because all she could think was Is he going to hurt me too? She spent the rest of the evening drinking tea and asking herself what would make her get over Harry. That was how the next day she ended up in Muggle London knocking on the door of Draco Malfoy dressed in her shortest skirt and thinnest shirt. Her reasoning was simple; Harry had hurt her, she wanted to hurt Harry. She didn’t have to worry about if she could trust Malfoy- she already didn’t so there was no loss there. Since she had no intention of him being her boyfriend, she wasn’t worried about her anger at Harry affecting their relationship.
Funny how something that should have been so easy turned out so complicated.
Ginny thought Malfoy would ask all kinds of questions when she showed up at his door. She had been prepared to tell him the truth and, of course, he would jump at the chance to do something to hurt Harry. Instead he hid his initial shock at seeing behind an inviting smile and calmly asked her to join him for tea. Ginny had always pictured Malfoy’s home being decorated with Slytherin colors and expensive antiques. His flat was in a decent area of London, moderately furnished and sparsely decorated. Ginny expected sarcasm and more than a few comments about her being a Weasley which she was willing to ignore. He brought her tea out with his and asked her how she has been since he last saw her. She had been expecting Malfoy as he had been in Hogwarts, all Slytherin pride and Pure Blood loyalty. She didn’t doubt that he was still those things, just maybe not as much as before. Considering what Ron had told her she didn’t know why she hadn’t thought he would be different. He wasn’t exiled to Muggle life like many others but he had chosen to reside out of magical society. All around her she saw the difference between the man in front of her and the boy she had known. Ginny felt stupid for coming to him under the assumptions she had made. If anyone should know the changes war made, it was her.
As he walked her to the door Ginny wondered how she had intended on getting to Harry though Malfoy anyway. Harry had a family, and Malfoy wasn’t even in the Wizarding world anymore for him to hear about. Ginny knew she hadn’t thought everything through; she had just knocked on his door with some half formed plan that involved her legs being on display and her hair loose down her back. Facing Malfoy to tell him goodbye she stopped right after the first part of the word left her mouth. Ginny recognized that she had come with the intention of having sex with him, even if she had never voiced it to herself in her ‘plan’. She hadn’t even gone that far with Harry and she had come to London to offer herself to the bloke he hated. For revenge. Now she was leaving, like a coward, without even attempting what she came to do. She had felt empty inside after finding out that there was no future for her with Harry. She desperately wanted that feeling gone. Malfoy was attractive in a unique way; his skin was pale and flawless, his eyes were shined pewter, his face angular and sharp, high cheek bones. Before she could stop herself Ginny leaned over to kiss him. He froze for a moment and then Ginny felt one of his arms circle her waist to draw her closer as his other hand lightly grazed her cheek down to her chin. She leaned into him more, letting her body rest against his. When she felt his tongue sliding across her bottom lip she let him in. Ginny had almost forgotten what it was like to be really kissed, and the way Malfoy had her locked against him she guessed he probably had as well.
He pulled away before she did and stared at her for what seemed like minutes but was probably only two breathes. It was the intensity in his gaze that stretched the moment. Then his mouth was on hers again, this time harder than before. He nipped at her lips and throat while he massaged the back of her head. When he stepped back through the doorway Ginny didn’t stop him from pulling her back into his home. After closing the door her pressed her against it and let his hands roam freely over her body. Ginny buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him back, just as passionate as he was kissing her. Malfoy pulled her hands gently from his hair and stepped back enough to separate their bodies (but not their mouths) and ran her hands down his chest to his hips. The message was clear and Ginny couldn’t stop herself from touching him after that.
Because she wasn’t worrying about how any of this would affect their relationship she was more brazen than she had been with anyone before. Malfoy’s groan against her mouth tasted delicious when she slid her hand down over his erection and back up. He pressed into her hand, wanting more friction. His mouth moved to her neck and soon he had her gasping out barely understandable words. When she started to say Malfoy he stopped kissing her neck and whispered Draco in her ear before biting it softly. Ginny felt shivers pass down her body to her toes. Draco brought one hand to her breast while the other one grabbed her hip and pressed their bodies together. She felt his cock grinding into her as his thumb rubbed her nipple through her shirt. Ginny pressed her head back against the door and returned her fingers to his hair to move his mouth down to where her neck and shoulder met.
Draco’s knee softly wedged her legs open and Ginny felt her skirt being lifted up to her waist. His hand touched the skin of her stomach as his fingers slid under her knickers and over her pelvic bone. He pressed his fingers down just enough that she could feel the pressure of it on her clit. He claimed her mouth with a bruising kiss as he teased her by moving his hand close to where she wanted to be touched most but never all the way there. Without thinking Ginny began to move her hips and she felt his smile against her mouth a moment before he moved his fingers between her folds. The words please, more, you, gods and need left her lips before she even knew what she was saying. Draco slowly breached her with a finger and Ginny dug her nails into his shoulders. He released her mouth and watched her face as he moved his finger in and out of her, massaging her mound with the base of his palm the entire time. Mouth red from too much kissing, face flushed and eyes half open, she looked at Draco.
“Do you have any clue what you look like right now?” His voice was lower, his breathing was erratic and his pupils had dilated. Draco bit his lip and Ginny felt another finger join the first. She opened her legs more to give him more access and saw the approval on his face.
“You feel incredible, hot and tight. Do you like me touching you like this?”
Ginny suspected he wanted an answer but she couldn’t form the words to give him one. Draco removed his hands from her body and smirked as she groaned in protest.
“Yes,” she whispered. The softly spoken word was hard to form in her mouth.
“Yes what?” His smirk became something she was more familiar with, something reminiscent of his younger self. That it was him inside of her making her pant and beg turned her on even more than his actions. She knew it was because he was the kind of guy she was told to stay away from her whole life. Well, she had gone for the good guy and look what that got her? Ginny was tired of playing the good girl; she had done it for too long.
“Yes I love you touching me like that, feeling me inside. Makes me think about what your cock might feel like.”
He kissed her hastily before he dropped to his knees and tore her knickers off. He put his hands between her knees and gently pushed them open.
”Look at me.”
Ginny looked down and their eyes locked. The smirk was back but with a touch of mischief. His hands moved from her knees to the inside of her thighs and traveled up. Grabbing her hips he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue where his fingers had been moments before. Ginny had to stretch her arms against the wall for balance as his mouth did things to her body that had her making sounds that she would have made her embarrassed at a different time. What Draco was doing was amazing, but Ginny wanted more. The want for more didn’t stop her from screaming out her orgasm moments later when Draco moved his tongue directly over her clit in fast flicking motions.
Draco sat back on his haunches and lowered Ginny down to his lap, kissing her just as hard as before but slower as soon as her mouth was in reach of his. She felt his erection against her bottom and wiggled. She received a light slap on her rear and a laugh. Then he was kissing her again and Ginny didn’t want him to stop. He moved them to the side so he could lie on top of her. Again she touched his hardness, but this time with less reservation. Draco rocked into her hand, small gasps and moans leaving his mouth and entering hers. Ginny undid his belt and trousers with her other hand while not losing the rhythm that had been established with the other. Once his pants were undone Ginny slid her hand down his stomach, like he had done to her earlier, into his boxers and around his cock. Draco stopped moving above her and Ginny wondered if she had done something wrong until she saw the look on his face.
Holding himself up by his arms Draco was far enough away that she could really observe him. Eyes tightly shut, mouth ajar, and chin length hair hanging in front his face Ginny couldn’t imagine a more erotic sight than the one above her. That they were both still dressed was another thing that made everything seem wrong, but in that really good way that Ginny was starting to worry she might like. She moved her hand down experimentally then up again, covering the soft part of the top with her palm before sliding her hand back down again. She was rewarded by Draco’s breathy, “Oh fuck, that feels good.” Might like? She began to move her hand faster, applying more pressure to the head and twisting her wrist as much as she could while on his shaft. He began to move into her hand again; this time his movements were slow and controlled. More profanities came from his mouth and rather than thinking they were lewd Ginny felt her body responding to the sight and sounds of the man above her. Might like? She knew she loved it.
With the hand not working him she pushed his pants and boxers down until she could feel her other hand was free. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him down so that his cock pushed against her body. Draco lowered himself back down until their bodies were pressed together and grabbed her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Bringing his lips to hers Draco kissed her softly at first until she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a harder kiss. In one fluid movement his hips moved forward and Ginny let out a cry against his mouth.
Draco stopped moving, but he was already buried to the hilt inside of her. She felt his body shaking on top of hers and was afraid to look at his face. When she finally did open her eyes there was confusion and surprise, but no anger. She realized the shaking must be from him holding himself up by where he had moved his arms under her shoulders.
Draco closed his eyes. “Tell me when it’s ok.”
Ginny closed her eyes and relaxed her body, letting the feeling of him inside her take over. When the soreness disappeared she rotated her hips under him and was rewarded with a groan.
“Don’t,” he rasped.
“Slowly,” she responded.
Keeping his face even with hers, Draco withdrew almost completely from Ginny before slowly moving back in. After a few times, Ginny began to move her hips in time with his thrusts. Draco brought his hands to the back of her head and roughly pushed their mouths together. His thrusts were coming fast now and she was meeting him just as much speed and urgency as she could. Her body was humming in a way that made her break contact with his mouth for need of air. Draco kissed her neck in the absence of her mouth and Ginny felt that thing she had been missing coming full force in side of her. It erupted in the form of brightness behind her eyes when Draco brought his hand between their bodies and began to touch her while he pushed in and out of her shaking body. Teeth bit down on the tender part of Ginny’s neck below her ear and Draco’s body shuddered above hers. She lifted her hips to push down on him one last time and she felt Draco stop breathing as he pushed himself as far into her as he could.
Then he breathed again and Ginny smirked.
~
She had tried, she really did. It wasn’t that Draco didn’t debauch her in the way she wanted him to, he did, and sometimes very publicly. He just did it in London. He never asked her why she came to see him that day. Ginny was relieved because she knew that since she hadn’t told him before it happened she would have to lie. She didn’t relish the idea of lying to Draco.
It took a few months but she finally got him to Diagon Alley. She begged, bribed and even teased until she got her way. Ginny found that she was a natural tease.
The sun was high in the sky and Draco wore a pair of black sunglasses and a hat. He linked her hand to his by his index finger to her pinkie. They were entering the new Quidditch store when it happened. They were recognized. Ginny figured her luck couldn’t have been any better today because it was Denis Creevy, who had eerily followed in his brother’s footsteps after his death. He waved, snapped the picture, and then shot them the thumbs up. Ginny saw Draco’s hand go for his wand under his jacket and touched her elbow to still his arm.
“Don’t,” was all she said.
“Just once?” He was grinning.
Ginny smiled back and, bringing herself up on her toes, kissed his jaw. “No.”
Draco’s hand moved away from his wand.
~
Ginny was playing with her nephew when the morning owl came with the post followed by The Quibbler’s owl service. Ron took the paper and paid the bird. His face paled at the sight of the first page. His jaw dropped slightly as he looked to his sister. Ginny was gazing at him expectantly.
“Does mum know?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Does anyone know?”
“I suppose now everyone does.”
Ron only nodded and Ginny left out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding until that moment.
“I’m not okay with it, but I know you’re an adult. Do you know what you’re doing?”
Ginny kissed Arthur’s bright red curls and smiled at her brother. “I know exactly what I’m doing Ron, don’t worry.”
The headline read Harry Potter’s Former Flame is Dating Draco Malfoy! Ginny thought it was hilarious that her name didn’t rate the headline but Harry and Draco’s did.
The rest of the week went as expected. After getting to many looks and snide comments from customers Ginny quit her job at Jenkin’s Glass Hut of Charmed Colored Glass to work at a Muggle bookstore closer to Draco. She had scored high enough in her Muggle Studies course that the Ministry gave her Muggle identification and false school history. Whenever Ginny opened the store she stayed at Draco’s the night before and also on the nights she closed. Her mother had railed at her first about the Malfoy history but, when Ginny refused to bend on revealing anything about her and Draco, she relented. Looking confused and exhausted she asked if her daughter was happy.
“Undoubtedly.”
She was. Ginny just didn’t see the point in giving her mother details that would likely upset her more than pacify her.
Draco was no less attentive and consuming of Ginny than he had been the first time; he encouraged her enthusiasm and gave her carte blanche of his body, letting her know what felt good and what made his mind go blank. She found that with him she had no inhibitions, no shame, and afterwards had no regrets. He never brought up a relationship and she hoped he never did. He never asked her any questions about why she appeared like she did, but Ginny never quit waiting for it.
One morning she decided to wake him up by riding him, which was a position he loved. Taking his morning wood in hand Ginny lowered her body, impaling herself on him. It didn’t take long for his eyes to open and watch her. Ginny had learned quickly what he liked. She scratched her nails down his chest and was rewarded with his back arching off the bed and her name. She moved faster and bent down to scrape her teeth right below his Adam’s apple. This got her flipped on her back with legs against his chest as he grabbed her waist in his hands and roughly fucked her. That was morning sex for them, Ginny liked starting the day off the best way they could.
After both were shaking and sated they would kiss gently for however long it took their bodies to calm down. Draco suggested they walk London, maybe go to some of the museums. Art made her think of Dean but Draco made her think teasing and quick witted conversations about absolutely nothing so he won. They went to Tate Gallery in London because Draco wanted to show her his favorite painting. Ginny found it odd that Draco had a favorite painting, especially a Muggle one, and he told her about all the paintings that were at Malfoy Manor and how not all of them moved. Some were never meant to and others had just been silenced and stilled by angry Malfoys before him. He took her to see Dante Rosetti’s Beata Beatrix. Ginny was silent for a moment and laid her head against Draco’s shoulder, the picture spoke of a sadness she couldn’t understand.
“My mum liked this sort of stuff,” he said finally. “She wasn’t as anti-Muggle as Aunt Bella but not as liberal as Aunt Andromeda. She read some Muggle literature and had rows of books on Muggle art, painting in particular. She used to tell me that if you found something beautiful and looking at it gave you pleasure then what did it matter if it was done by a Pure Blood, Half Blood, Muggle Born, or Muggle. She also painted in her spare time but was never very good at it even though she loved it. My father used to buy her paints and canvases just to see her smile. The day she took me shopping for my third year school supplies we left extra early because she wanted to take me to London. She made me wear Muggle clothing under my robe and she did as well. I was so embarrassed. When we left Diagon Alley I was complaining about how I looked, and in general being an ass. She told me that she would take me somewhere that would make it all worth it. She brought me here. We walked around for hours, my mum occasionally explaining the history behind something or the story it was about. A lot were biblical so I didn’t understand them but thought they were beautiful all the same. She brought me to this one last and I stared at it for a while, not really knowing what to think. I thought it was beautiful, almost surreal with the colors and the scene but beyond that I had no understanding of the painting.
“Mum had a distant look on her face when she told me as sad as she thought the painting was it hurt more to take her eyes off of it. The artist was named after the main character in Dante’s Inferno and this painting is of his Beatrice, who was doomed the doomed love of the antagonist. The real reason the painting is so emotional isn’t the literary context but what it represents. The model that he used for Beatrice was Rossetti’s wife, Elizabeth Siddal. She’s considered the muse of most of the Pre-Raphaelite artist; she was the model in John Everett Millais’ Ophelia. Once she started to model for Rossetti he nearly exclusively painted her and soon wouldn’t let her pose for anyone else. Rossetti loved her but Elizabeth didn’t think she was good enough for his family; her insecurities probably aided by the fact that Rossetti was extremely fickle in their relationship. Their marriage was preceded by a ten year on and off engagement. Elizabeth had gotten sick while posing for Ophelia and developed an addiction to laudanum. That’s how she died. It was either an overdose or suicide, no one’s really sure. That’s the reason the sundial is pointed at nine, it’s said to be the hour of her death. The two men in the back are actually Rossetti and Love, always on different roads so they were fated never to meet. Mum said she always hoped one day she would come to see this painting and it would be different. She said it deserved a happy ending. We went home and she made me promise not to tell father where we’d been. He thought her painting and art fascination was endearing but would not have thought bringing his son to spend the day around Muggles so cute. She brought me back a few more times when my dad was gone. The summer he was in Azkaban we came at least once a week. When I picked my flat I wanted it to be in walking distance of this place.”
It was the most personal thing Draco had ever told her and Ginny felt the beginnings of what later became guilt start in her stomach.
Things continued to change. Hermione commented that Ginny came around more and she looked happy. Happier than she’d seen her since Hogwarts. Her mother even noticed the change in her mood. She began to dress differently, picking skirts that flowed when she walked and tops that clung to her body. Draco still didn’t want to be around magical society any more than necessary (not that she blamed him) so she found herself exploring more of London and becoming familiar with the city.
The inevitable happened when Ginny was expecting it least. Laughing with Ron and Hermione over Arthur’s latest tale of adorableness she didn’t notice when Harry Flooed in the room until Hermione coughed and stared at her. Turned to see him, ash streaked across his right cheek and nose, Ginny smiled in greeting nervously. As if on cue Arthur cried and Hermione and Ron thought he needed both of them after his nap.
Silently Ginny wanted to cheer. She had been waiting for this, for them to run into each other and for him to say something to her. The week before Creevy had again managed to snap another picture, this time it left no doubt as to how close she and Draco were. He had pulled her into a deserted alley between two shops and kissed her until she had been writhing against him, begging him to Apparate them home. Ginny saw the flash behind her eyelids and this time Creevy was gone before Draco could even reach for his wand. Ginny wouldn’t have stopped him that time.
“How are you Ginny?”
She smiled sweetly, inviting almost. “Wonderful. Yourself?”
Harry’s jaw clenched and she saw him grinding his teeth. “You know what I think of Malfoy! What is wrong with you? Don’t you want better for yourself?”
Ginny wanted to slap him. What was wrong with her was that she waited two years for the man she loved only to find out he had difficulty keeping his dick out of one of Slytherin’s finest. But she held her tongue.
“Ginny, you know how I feel about this. About you. Out of everyone in this world you could be with, why him? Do you even know what kind of person he is?”
It galled Ginny to no end that he had put emphasis on how he felt. He couldn’t be with her anymore so why did he keep acting like he thought his feelings should matter in her life? She kept the smile and sweetness in her voice to give him the answer she knew would make his blood run cold the way hers had when she had opened the paper to find his wedding picture.
“Of course I know what kind of person he is. He’s the man that makes me laugh and takes me places because he thinks I’ll enjoy it. He’s the man that lets me in his home, his life, and his arms without asking anything in return.” Ginny stood in front of Harry and looked him straight in the face. Deliberately she let her voice drop slightly as she said, “He’s the man that kisses me until I forget who I am and pushes me beyond passion when I’m in his bed, on his floor, in the shower, wherever.”
Ginny watched Harry’s eyes go almost black with anger and the muscle in his cheek started to twitch. His scar became a little redder than usual. Ginny grinned up at him and moved to walk past him to the Floo but stopped mid-step as if she remembered something important. Harry was still looking straight ahead where she had been standing, entire body tense, when Ginny raised herself up to whisper in his ear.
“Most of all the man he is doesn’t have a wife and child at home waiting for him.” Ginny paused to give her words time to sink in. “Please tell Ron and Hermione I said goodbye.”
Harry didn’t acknowledge anything she said as she walked to the fireplace and said Draco Malfoy’s home to the Floo Network. She did hear breaking glass as she stepped into the green flames. Ginny wanted to congratulate herself on being so crass and blunt; the look on Harry’s face had told her everything she had said hit its target accurately. The moment she stepped from the Floo onto Draco’s floor she pulled her jumper off, wasting no time calling out for Draco. He responded from his study and when she got there she had already removed her camisole and was unzipping the back of her skirt. She stood still for a moment as it fell and pooled around her feet. She had taken to wearing stilettos that closed around her ankles because Draco thought they were unbelievably sexy and they didn’t come off no matter how wild they got. Standing before him in her sheer black bra and knickers (presents from him) and jade green heels she watched as he gently put down the book he was reading and stared at her. His tongue wet his bottom lip for moisture. Ginny became captivated by the look on his face, mostly lust but there was something else, something that Ginny couldn’t identify. Not wanting to dwell on details she wasn’t ready to deal with Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and set her mouth in displeasure.
“Are you going to stand over there all day and stare or are you going to come over her and fuck me like a good boy, Malfoy?”
He knew she only ever called him that when she wanted bruises on her thighs from him pounding into her, just like he called her ‘Weasley’ whenever he was in the mood to be ordered around. It was their own little game and each played their part rather well. Ginny felt like she was becoming more and more Slytherin every day she spent with him.
Draco put his hands on the desk in front of him and leaned towards her, a smile so wicked on his lips that Ginny could only think about how she could break his incredible control he had over himself. She wondered how long it would take to get him to beg. Ginny met his smile with arched eyes brows, showing her impatience.
“I’d really like to but the thing is, ma’am, I think I forgot how. Would you mind giving me a lesson? I happen to have a desk right here that would be fine for you to use as a teacher, if you would like.”
Ginny let her eyes study the desk, as if checking to see if it would meet her standards. She walked, all business no sway, towards him and climbed on the desk to stand. Draco brought his hands up to her ankles and caressed the skin from there to the curve of her bum where she swatted his hands away like one would an annoying fly. Bringing one of her legs up, she put her foot on his shoulder and forced him back into his chair. Standing again Ginny hooked her fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulled them straight down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the floor.
“Bring your chair closer Malfoy. I’m only going to show you this once.”
She waited until he was sitting at the desk like an apt pupil to sit down in front of him. Spreading her legs, she positioned herself until her bum was on the edge of the desk and placed a foot, first the right and then the left, on the arms of his chair. Draco still held his smile in place but she could tell he wasn’t as collected as he claimed to be. The erratic pattern of his breathing and dilation of his eyes told her all she needed to know.
“You hand, Malfoy. The right one, preferably.”
Draco unclenched his hand from his knee and lifted it up to her. Taking his hand in hers Ginny looked sternly at him.
”This is your first lesson. Pay close attention.” She took his pointer finger in her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom of it, much like she would if it had been his cock in her mouth instead of his finger. She knew that’s where his mind went when his eyes closed and a small moan escaped his mouth.
( Taste in Men (Part 2) )
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