Harry Potter - "Give or Take. Not Give and Take"

Jun 20, 2008 05:07

Title: Give or Take. Not Give and Take.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Draco and Ginny are learning to compromise; unfortunately, they're not quite there yet.
Prompt: 50_smutlets Set # 2 Prompt 28 - Restaurant AND 100_situations Set # 1 Prompt 51 - Restaurant



"Gin-neee," Draco whined as he pulled the door shut behind him. "You know I hate the Leaky Cauldron."

"If I remember, you were the one who came up with the rules," Ginny retorted. She set off at a quick pace. Draco lagged behind her.

"Yeah, well the rules aren't set in stone."

"You dragged me to that horrid restaurant last week, Draco, and I didn't complain. Now it's my turn, and you're not allowed to complain. Now stop your whinging and hurry up. We're meeting Harry there, and I don't want to be late."

"Potter? Is this punishment for me taking you to Merlin's last week?"

"No, this is meeting a friend for drinks."

"Friend," Draco scoffed.

Ginny sighed and grabbed Draco's hand, forcing him to speed up. The pair remained mostly silent for the remainder of the short walk. Ginny attempted to make small talk a few times, but Draco just responded with a dark look and silence. Ginny hoped that after a few drinks, Draco would have forgotten his anger. Harry's presence, however, would undoubtedly be detrimental to Ginny's chances of forgiveness. She had conveniently forgotten to mention that Harry would be there until it was absolutely necessary. While Draco and Harry were, for the most part, civil to each other, Draco hated the fact that Ginny and Harry had remained friends after their breakup.

When they reached the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny stopped for a moment before entering.

"Please behave yourself," she begged Draco. She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. Draco wound an arm around her waste and attempted to bring her closer, but she pulled away. "Behave," she reminded him with a cheeky grin, and then she dragged him through the door and into the Leaky Cauldron.

The pub was fairly full, and Ginny had to stand on her tiptoes to find Harry. After a moment of searching, she saw him waving at her from a table across the room.

"There's Harry," Ginny said and began weaving her way through the crowd towards his table.

"Harry," she said with a smile as she reached the table. He stood up and gave her a hug before sitting down and gesturing her to do the same.

"Where's Malfoy?" Harry asked as she sat down.

Ginny looked up and realized that Draco had vanished. "He was right behind me a moment ago," she said with a frown. "I wonder where he went."

"Is that him at the bar?" Harry pointed.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. Draco was sitting at the bar talking with an emaciated blonde woman who was eying him in obvious interest.

"Yeah, it's him. Excuse me, Harry."

Ginny slid up to Draco and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Thanks for getting drinks, Draco. Harry's waiting." She nodded to the blonde and pulled Draco away from the bar.

"We were talking," Draco said half-heartedly.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Please, Draco. You have better taste than that." Draco scoffed. Ginny ignored him. "You were procrastinating."

They sat down at the table. Draco and Harry greeted each other stiffly before settling into a rather prolonged silence. After a moment, Draco pulled the glass of firewhisky he'd ordered towards him, and Ginny asked Harry how work was.

"Oh, it's alright, I suppose," Harry said tiredly. "We've been a bit slow lately, so I've been helping train the new aurors. I think I'd rather track down Death Eaters than train aurors."

Ginny laughed. "Sounds fun."

"How about you, Gin? You're still working at the Muggle daycare, yeah?"

"Yeah. But I've taken a bit of time off. Draco and I just finished moving into our new flat. It's a Muggle flat, so it needs a bit of work."

Harry glanced at Draco. "A Muggle flat?"

"I know," Ginny laughed. "We're trying to compromise more. This is our first big step, I think. I let him pay for and choose the flat, as long as it was in Muggle London and wasn't enormous."

"Wow," Harry said with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. Surprisingly, I like it," Ginny said, looking at Draco. He was downing his second firewhisky. She rolled her eyes. "He's mad at me for making him come here," she told Harry.

"It's filthy," Draco said. "Not even fit for Muggles."

"Hence my requirement of living in Muggle London," Ginny said. "Hopefully it'll squeeze some of that anti-Muggle shite out of him."

"She's punishing me," Draco continued. "That's why we're here. It's punishment. I took her to Merlin's last week for a nice dinner, and she hated it. And she's punishing me for it now."

"The restaurant all the old Death Eaters like?" asked Harry.

"Not Death Eaters, Potter." Draco said primly. "Purebloods. Meaning, it's not really the sort of place you'd feel comfortable."

Harry laughed. Draco glared at him and fell back into silence.

The evening continued in this awkward strain for the next hour or so. Draco had finished his second firewhisky and was halfway through his third. He was quite drunk; his normally almost translucent cheeks were red and shiny, and he was abnormally chatty. He kept asking Harry absurd "What if" questions relating to the Dark Arts, and then when Harry failed to come up with an adequate response would exclaim, "an' this idiot's who we've got protectin' the wiz'rd'n world?" Ginny would slap him every time he said something rude, and he'd be silent for a few moments before piping in with another ridiculous question.

Ginny was sipping at Draco's unfinished firewhisky and discussing Ron's upcoming birthday party with Harry when she noticed that Draco's hand, which had been drawing light circles on her lower back, had begun to move around to her stomach and was crawling up under her shirt. She pushed his hand away, and he resumed his circles on her back.

A moment later, however, his hand had found its way back up her shirt.

Ginny stood up abruptly. "I'm going to the loo," she said. Draco was not behaving himself; a few minutes alone with Harry ought to be sufficient punishment. And besides, she did quite have too pee.

Draco and Harry both looked at her, identical expressions of alarm on their faces.

"Are you alright, Gin?" Harry asked. Ginny felt a bit guilty for making Harry suffer, but he'd been through much worse than a few minutes alone with Draco Malfoy.

"I'm fine," Ginny told them and flashed a smile. "I'll just be a moment."

She turned and fought her way through the crowd, which seemed to be growing as time passed. When she reached the loo, she was unsurprised to find a line. She waited ten minutes before the single bathroom was finally vacant.

Ginny walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. The room was filthy. There was a thick layer of dirt covering everything and the air was filled with the pungent aroma that Muggle bathrooms often seemed to be plagued with. Ginny sighed. "It's not like cleaning spells are particularly difficult," she muttered, pulling out her wand. She had to cast several spells before all of the filth was removed. She then cast an air freshening spell and inspected her handiwork. The bathroom was spotless, and the dirt floor had been removed, exposing a faded linoleum floor. Ginny was impressed; she'd just figured that the dirt flooring was part of the Leaky Cauldron's interior design.

Satisfied with the bathroom, Ginny peed and washed her hands. She then stood in front of the mirror for a moment, inspecting herself. Though she'd barely drunk anything, she was as red as Draco - an unfortunate Weasley trait. Her hair was matted from the heat in the pub, and her face was a bit shinier than she preferred. She had just raised her wand to set about fixing her appearance when the door burst open.

"I'm in here!" Ginny began irritably, but Draco just glanced behind him and shut the door.

"This one's much cleaner'n the men's," Draco slurred, eying the room.

"That's because I just cleaned it," snapped Ginny. "What are you doing? Is Harry still out there?"

"Nooo," Draco shook his head. "He had to go. He sai' to tell you he'll floo."

Ginny snickered. Apparently a few minutes alone with Draco Malfoy was too much for Harry to handle.

She looked at Draco; he looked much worse off than she was. "Did you have another drink while I was gone?" she asked.

Draco smiled at her. "Jus' a bu'erbeer," he said.

Ginny sighed and looked at Draco for a moment. Then she grinned and cast a sobering charm on him. His eyes instantly cleared and the redness began to fade from his cheek. A glare replaced the look of contentment that the drunkenness had brought. Sobering charms came with a price - the hangover still came the next morning, only it was twice as bad.

"That's what you get for being an ass," Ginny told Draco.

"Oh yeah?" Draco asked, moving closer. He had an odd look in his eyes, and a smirk was beginning to manifest itself on his face. "That's my punishment, is it?"

"Yeah," Ginny said. "Now let's go home, Draco." She pushed him away and began to move towards the door.

Draco reached over and locked the door. "Actually, you were right, Gin. The Leaky Cauldron's not so terribly after all." Ginny raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Well, this particular part of it isn't," Draco amended.

"Yeah, well you'd think they'd learn a simple cleaning-"

Draco cut Ginny off with a kiss, pressing her back against the wall.

Ginny's arms wrapped, of their own accord, around Draco's neck. Ginny tried to extract them, the memory of the room ten minutes ago burned into her mind, but they wouldn't move, and Ginny tried, she really did, but maybe the best thing to do would just be to give up, because Draco was really strong, stronger than her, and he felt so good, all muscles and heat, and he tasted so good, she could taste the firewhisky and the butterbeer and ohhh, what a good combination, and anyway the loo was clean, she'd cleaned it herself and Harry was gone, and it was really loud in the pub so nobody would hear them anyway, and was Draco undoing her zip?

He was. His lips still locked with Ginny's, Draco reached down between them and undid Ginny's jeans with an amazingly little amount of fumbling, considering he couldn't exactly see what he was doing. Ginny wriggled her hips impatiently and finally succeeded in shaking her jeans into a pool at her feet.

"Good thing the floor's clean," Draco muttered, pulling away momentarily for breath. Then he was kissing her again and his hands were between them, his capable, capable hands, and they were stroking Ginny through her knickers, and she was grinding herself hard against his fingers. Draco chuckled against her lips and then reached his finger beneath the waistband of her knickers and yanked then down below her knees. Then his fingers were inside of Ginny, dancing rhythmically in and out of her.

"Draco," Ginny bit out.

Draco pulled Ginny's top up and latched on to her left nipple. Ginny whimpered, arching her back. She reached up with her right hand to coat her fingers in saliva and then moved to pull at the unoccupied nipple. Draco was perfectly content to let her touch herself; he was busy, alternating between nibbling softly at the nipple and then lavishing it with hard strokes of his tongue, and then sucking hard on it before starting the cycle over again.

Draco's fingers were still working inside of Ginny. He swiped his thumb across her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up her body, and Ginny bit down on her fist to keep from screaming. He watched her face, grinning as he repeated the motion.

"So fucking hot, Gin," he muttered.

And then his fingers were gone, but before Ginny had time to complain, he was down on his knees and his tongue had replaced them, delving deep into her before pulling out and running a long, hard stroke along her slit. He swirled his tongue, hard, around Ginny's clit, and this time the fist wasn't enough to keep her from screaming.

The aching was building inside of Ginny; every cell in her body was on fire, every cell buzzing towards the same blissful conclusion. It was coming, and Ginny was bucking her hips against Draco's mouth; her whole body was tensed up. She was almost there-

Draco stood up abruptly. Ginny let out a cry of dismay.

"Look at the time, Gin," he said, a wicked smile dancing in his eyes. He looked around. "God, this place is filthy."

"Draco," Ginny whimpered.

"Mm, I'll see you at home, Gin. I'd really much rather get out of this dirt hole before I catch something."

And with that, he disapparated.

Ginny didn't even have time to react before her hands, seemingly without her consent, had delved back between her legs to finish the job Draco had started.

It didn't take long. After only a few rough strokes, Ginny tensed and then came around her own fingers with a moan.

Ginny slid down the wall and allowed herself a moment to recover before shakily pulling her knickers and jeans back on. She stood up and then, with a last glance around the room, disapparated.

Draco was going to pay.

When Ginny arrived back at the apartment she shared with Draco, all the lights were off. She banged loudly through the kitchen, and then the hallway, before throwing the bedroom door open with a bang.

Draco was laying under the covers, apparently asleep. Ginny bit back a disbelieving snort. Draco never slept on his back - a sure sign that he was faking it. Also, there was a large tell-tale bump in the bedsheets, leading Ginny to suspect that he wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be.

Ginny ripped her clothes off and dove onto the bed, ripping back the covers. Draco was, predictably, completely naked, his erection springing up from his light curls.

Ginny unceremoniously grasped Draco's cock and swallowed it into her mouth, sucking hard. Draco let out a harsh gasp and halfway sat up.

"Gin," he croaked. Ginny just sucked harder, swirling her tongue around the tip a few times before swallowing it further into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, half-rotating her head as she went down, and then reversing the motion as she pulled back up.

Draco was groaning loudly and grasping at Ginny's hair. She allowed herself a giggle around Draco's cock; the vibration elicited another moan from him.

This wouldn't take long.

Ginny pulled her mouth away, running her hands upon the length of him. She looked up at his face; Draco's eyes were clouded and unfocused, and his chest was heaving. Ginny dipped her head back down to lick at his slit before taking him in her mouth again.

"Gonna come, Gin, gonna come, Gin!"

Ginny pulled away with a loud slurp and turned on her side. "Good night, Draco," she said. "See how you deal with your own little punishment."

50_smutlets, draco/ginny

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