More Than One Way Home (7/7) - Draco/Ginny
Title: More Than One Way Home
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Draco/Ginny with hints of Ron/Hermione, Harry/Pansy
Summary: It hasn’t always been an easy road for them, but sometimes it takes getting really good and lost to find the way home again.
VII. I love you.
He was still an amazing dancer, she thought, as they circled the floor in lazily elegant circles.
Holding her like this still made his pulse race, he thought, enjoying the happily dazed look in her eyes.
It’s too perfect a moment not to step back in time, back to when everything in the world was uncertain except for how they felt about each other. Maybe it wasn’t a grand gesture this time around, but maybe it didn’t have to be.
Leaning down, he whispered in here ear, “You know I’m mad about you, Ginny Weasley.”
She smiled and looked at him for a long moment, studying the man he’d become - half familiar, half stranger, but all hers - before saying what she couldn’t quite wrap her tongue around all those years ago on the dance floor. “I love you, Draco - so very very much.”
He kissed her and the years melted away.
The kiss went on and on, hands roaming a little more than they should, and even at a catcall from Pansy he didn’t stop - he couldn’t.
Ginny caught a glimpse of Ron, looking a little ill, still uncomfortable watching Malfoy stick his tongue down his sister’s throat after all these years, and let her eyes flutter closed again, kissing Draco even harder. Taunting Ron never got less amusing.
When she pulled away, sucking in air like she was drowning, that old familiar gleam is back in her eye. It’s a pleasant change from the worried and wounded look she’d been wearing for so long.
“You think anyone would miss us if we left?” she asked in a sultry purr.
”We already forked over the gift.” He fished his wand from his pocket and looked around. “Nah. Not a chance.”
They hear Harry say, “Well, Pans, you can stop fretting. They look just fine to me. Still giving free public lessons in Sex Ed…” and then they’re gone, arriving in their front hall, Ginny chuckling at Harry’s mock-appalled tone.
The laughter trailed off and she found herself nervously fussing with the lapels of his tux. “I’ve really missed you, Draco. I’ve missed this…”
He didn’t bother to answer, showing her instead with a kiss that ended with her breathless, backed against the nearest wall and him hiking up her dress, on his knees in front of her, tugging her kickers off.
He leaned forward, leaving a line of infuriatingly chaste kisses up the inside of her thigh, but she was tugging at his jacket before he can get very far, pulling him to his feet.
Her hair had started to tumble down and there was a curl hanging right in her face.
She tried to blow it aside with a emphatic huff, her hands too busy making quick work of his trousers and dipping into his boxers to grip his hard length to be bothered with getting the hair of her eyes.
He started to say something but his voice faltered as she did something particularly devilish with her fingers.
He took a deep breath and he fished her hands out of his shorts, trying again. “Gin, we-”
She looked at him, brows slowly arching upwards. “This has been a lovely trip down memory lane, but you better not be about to say “we don’t have to rush anything”, because if you are - I’m going to have to kill you.”
Draco snapped his mouth shut, only to have it drop open a moment later when his wife continued. “Now, husband dearest, would you fuck me already?”
If there was anything Draco had learned from Ginny over the years, it was a healthy respect for when to argue and when to just follow orders. This was most definitely not a time to argue.
He kicked off his shoes so he could yank his trousers and shorts down and just step out of them. She watched the proceedings, lips pursed and fingernails drumming against the wall.
Her frown vanished as he stilled her drumming fingers, trailing his fingertips up her arm and gently sliding one, then the other strap of her dress off her shoulders. The neckline was barely holding on, sliding down a little further with each breath, which was - of course - the entire point.
“Now what was that? Fuck you? Pretty language for a lady - I’m shocked.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did I use too many big words or was the request too complicated…?”
He grabbed her hip roughly, tugging her dress up to her waist and wrapping the tail around her arm. “Request? That was a request?”
He had her pinned against the wall and she was squirming. She wrapped one leg around his waist, her hips remembering the perfect angle even if she didn’t, tilting to meet him as he slid into her.
She was like a furnace, all fire and heat, around him and he carefully spat out his words between thrusts. “You. Are. SO. Bossy…”
Her eyes were becoming more and more unfocused but true to form, she couldn’t resist a snappy comeback. “Oh, yeeesss. Poor, P-poor, henpecked…mmmph…Draco.”
His mouth opened to say something, but it didn’t seem so important when her head was thrown back like that and her muscles were tightening around him. In another moment, anything he was about to say was lost as his brain was wiped clean by a really incredible orgasm.
They leaned there, holding up the wall and trying to catch their breath, for a good long time before either spoke.
He kissed her forehead, before resting his own against it. “Before you started barking out orders, I was going to say that I’ve heard tell of this crazy new invention called a bed and, as luck would have it, I think we have one upstairs. Shall we?”
“I could go for a bit of relocating.” She let go of her death grip on him, only to clutch at him again as her legs went a bit wobbly.
She laughed as she tried to steady herself, “As long as we’re not in a hurry this time.”
They managed to make it upstairs, leaving the fabric carnage strewn across the floor of the front hall. After all, who was going to notice or care?
There was one near disaster halfway up the staircase when Ginny’s legs stopped working, but they finally made it to their bedroom and Ginny collapsed on the bed with a happy sigh. “I think you broke me...”
Draco simply smirked in response and undid his bowtie. He hung his jacket over one of the posts at the foot of the bed.
She managed to kick off her shoes and rolled over, burying her face in the duvet. “Mmphh mmph Mmphh Mmm?”
“What?”
She turned her head so she wasn’t actually speaking into the bed. “Be a dear and unzip me?”
He tugged the zip down and managed to get her to roll back over. He helped her sit up, slipping the shimmery party dress off over her head. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing as she collapsed immediately when he let go of her. “You really are rather broken, aren’t you?”
He slowly removed the cufflinks from his shirt, setting them on top of the dresser, and was undoing the buttons when she raised her head. “Draco, could you get something for me?”
“Of course,” he slipped the out of the dress shirt, draping it on top of his jacket.
“Wardrobe, third drawer down. There’s a metal box at the back.”
He followed her instructions and fished a small chocolate tin out of the back of the drawer.
She’d managed to sit up on her own and was watching him intently. “Well, open it.”
The lid was a little rusted and he really had to push at it.
Finally the lid sprang open and rainbow of silk fluttered to his feet. He looked from his wife’s satisfied smirk to the ribbons and back.
“I can’t believe you kept these.”
“I can’t believe I forgot they were back there until a few weeks ago.”
He picked up the ribbons, tossing the box aside, and Ginny patted the bed beside her with a cheeky grin.
“So - burning question,” she asked, crawling to the head of the bed and slipping under the covers.
He slipped in beside her. With Ginny, it was anyone’s guess what the question was going to be. “Yes?”
She took the ribbons from his grip, winding them carefully around each hand, and giving a few sharp tugs. “How many weeks is it until the kids come home for Winter Break?”
He gently poked the tip of her nose with his finger. “Merlin’s beard, woman. You have a one-track mind.”
She fought a smile and let him pull her over towards him.
He kissed her, a quick peck on the lips, before answering.
“And not enough weeks. Not even close to enough. After all, I’ve had lots of time to come up with a new suggestion or three.”
End Part VII of VII.
THE END
Just finding this?
Start at Chapter 1
End Notes:
This was written for Papervalentine as part of the 2006 DG_Smutakkah fic exchange.
Prompt you were Given:
Kinks: UST, light bondage, secretive Hogwarts snogging, angst.
Squicks: Draco in leather (agh, fanon), too much fluff.
Additional: A little Ron/Hermione might be nice
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Draco/Ginny with hints of Ron/Hermione, Harry/Pansy
Summary: It hasn’t always been an easy road for them, but sometimes it takes getting really good and lost to find the way home again.
VII. I love you.
He was still an amazing dancer, she thought, as they circled the floor in lazily elegant circles.
Holding her like this still made his pulse race, he thought, enjoying the happily dazed look in her eyes.
It’s too perfect a moment not to step back in time, back to when everything in the world was uncertain except for how they felt about each other. Maybe it wasn’t a grand gesture this time around, but maybe it didn’t have to be.
Leaning down, he whispered in here ear, “You know I’m mad about you, Ginny Weasley.”
She smiled and looked at him for a long moment, studying the man he’d become - half familiar, half stranger, but all hers - before saying what she couldn’t quite wrap her tongue around all those years ago on the dance floor. “I love you, Draco - so very very much.”
He kissed her and the years melted away.
The kiss went on and on, hands roaming a little more than they should, and even at a catcall from Pansy he didn’t stop - he couldn’t.
Ginny caught a glimpse of Ron, looking a little ill, still uncomfortable watching Malfoy stick his tongue down his sister’s throat after all these years, and let her eyes flutter closed again, kissing Draco even harder. Taunting Ron never got less amusing.
When she pulled away, sucking in air like she was drowning, that old familiar gleam is back in her eye. It’s a pleasant change from the worried and wounded look she’d been wearing for so long.
“You think anyone would miss us if we left?” she asked in a sultry purr.
”We already forked over the gift.” He fished his wand from his pocket and looked around. “Nah. Not a chance.”
They hear Harry say, “Well, Pans, you can stop fretting. They look just fine to me. Still giving free public lessons in Sex Ed…” and then they’re gone, arriving in their front hall, Ginny chuckling at Harry’s mock-appalled tone.
The laughter trailed off and she found herself nervously fussing with the lapels of his tux. “I’ve really missed you, Draco. I’ve missed this…”
He didn’t bother to answer, showing her instead with a kiss that ended with her breathless, backed against the nearest wall and him hiking up her dress, on his knees in front of her, tugging her kickers off.
He leaned forward, leaving a line of infuriatingly chaste kisses up the inside of her thigh, but she was tugging at his jacket before he can get very far, pulling him to his feet.
Her hair had started to tumble down and there was a curl hanging right in her face.
She tried to blow it aside with a emphatic huff, her hands too busy making quick work of his trousers and dipping into his boxers to grip his hard length to be bothered with getting the hair of her eyes.
He started to say something but his voice faltered as she did something particularly devilish with her fingers.
He took a deep breath and he fished her hands out of his shorts, trying again. “Gin, we-”
She looked at him, brows slowly arching upwards. “This has been a lovely trip down memory lane, but you better not be about to say “we don’t have to rush anything”, because if you are - I’m going to have to kill you.”
Draco snapped his mouth shut, only to have it drop open a moment later when his wife continued. “Now, husband dearest, would you fuck me already?”
If there was anything Draco had learned from Ginny over the years, it was a healthy respect for when to argue and when to just follow orders. This was most definitely not a time to argue.
He kicked off his shoes so he could yank his trousers and shorts down and just step out of them. She watched the proceedings, lips pursed and fingernails drumming against the wall.
Her frown vanished as he stilled her drumming fingers, trailing his fingertips up her arm and gently sliding one, then the other strap of her dress off her shoulders. The neckline was barely holding on, sliding down a little further with each breath, which was - of course - the entire point.
“Now what was that? Fuck you? Pretty language for a lady - I’m shocked.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did I use too many big words or was the request too complicated…?”
He grabbed her hip roughly, tugging her dress up to her waist and wrapping the tail around her arm. “Request? That was a request?”
He had her pinned against the wall and she was squirming. She wrapped one leg around his waist, her hips remembering the perfect angle even if she didn’t, tilting to meet him as he slid into her.
She was like a furnace, all fire and heat, around him and he carefully spat out his words between thrusts. “You. Are. SO. Bossy…”
Her eyes were becoming more and more unfocused but true to form, she couldn’t resist a snappy comeback. “Oh, yeeesss. Poor, P-poor, henpecked…mmmph…Draco.”
His mouth opened to say something, but it didn’t seem so important when her head was thrown back like that and her muscles were tightening around him. In another moment, anything he was about to say was lost as his brain was wiped clean by a really incredible orgasm.
They leaned there, holding up the wall and trying to catch their breath, for a good long time before either spoke.
He kissed her forehead, before resting his own against it. “Before you started barking out orders, I was going to say that I’ve heard tell of this crazy new invention called a bed and, as luck would have it, I think we have one upstairs. Shall we?”
“I could go for a bit of relocating.” She let go of her death grip on him, only to clutch at him again as her legs went a bit wobbly.
She laughed as she tried to steady herself, “As long as we’re not in a hurry this time.”
They managed to make it upstairs, leaving the fabric carnage strewn across the floor of the front hall. After all, who was going to notice or care?
There was one near disaster halfway up the staircase when Ginny’s legs stopped working, but they finally made it to their bedroom and Ginny collapsed on the bed with a happy sigh. “I think you broke me...”
Draco simply smirked in response and undid his bowtie. He hung his jacket over one of the posts at the foot of the bed.
She managed to kick off her shoes and rolled over, burying her face in the duvet. “Mmphh mmph Mmphh Mmm?”
“What?”
She turned her head so she wasn’t actually speaking into the bed. “Be a dear and unzip me?”
He tugged the zip down and managed to get her to roll back over. He helped her sit up, slipping the shimmery party dress off over her head. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing as she collapsed immediately when he let go of her. “You really are rather broken, aren’t you?”
He slowly removed the cufflinks from his shirt, setting them on top of the dresser, and was undoing the buttons when she raised her head. “Draco, could you get something for me?”
“Of course,” he slipped the out of the dress shirt, draping it on top of his jacket.
“Wardrobe, third drawer down. There’s a metal box at the back.”
He followed her instructions and fished a small chocolate tin out of the back of the drawer.
She’d managed to sit up on her own and was watching him intently. “Well, open it.”
The lid was a little rusted and he really had to push at it.
Finally the lid sprang open and rainbow of silk fluttered to his feet. He looked from his wife’s satisfied smirk to the ribbons and back.
“I can’t believe you kept these.”
“I can’t believe I forgot they were back there until a few weeks ago.”
He picked up the ribbons, tossing the box aside, and Ginny patted the bed beside her with a cheeky grin.
“So - burning question,” she asked, crawling to the head of the bed and slipping under the covers.
He slipped in beside her. With Ginny, it was anyone’s guess what the question was going to be. “Yes?”
She took the ribbons from his grip, winding them carefully around each hand, and giving a few sharp tugs. “How many weeks is it until the kids come home for Winter Break?”
He gently poked the tip of her nose with his finger. “Merlin’s beard, woman. You have a one-track mind.”
She fought a smile and let him pull her over towards him.
He kissed her, a quick peck on the lips, before answering.
“And not enough weeks. Not even close to enough. After all, I’ve had lots of time to come up with a new suggestion or three.”
End Part VII of VII.
THE END
Just finding this?
Start at Chapter 1
End Notes:
This was written for Papervalentine as part of the 2006 DG_Smutakkah fic exchange.
Prompt you were Given:
Kinks: UST, light bondage, secretive Hogwarts snogging, angst.
Squicks: Draco in leather (agh, fanon), too much fluff.
Additional: A little Ron/Hermione might be nice