Leigh!fic | Malfoy's Motives (1/1) | Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Title: Malfoy's Motives (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 854
Summary: After two years of shagging in the shadows, it's time for Draco and Ginny to go public.
Author’s Notes: Writte for goeungurl as part of my Spring 2013 Drabble Meme. Diane, you're a rockstar -- I hope you enjoy this! Drinks on me soon. ;D
"You do realize that Pansy is going to kill you for this, right?"
In the mirror, she could see Draco lift one shoulder in a nonplussed shrug. "Pansy Parkinson has been plotting my death in one form or another since we were old enough to waltz at dance lessons. Why should marriage and motherhood change that?" He glanced up from his cuff links, the corners of his mouth curling upwards in a smirk when he met her gaze. "And I do believe, darling, that you meant she is going to kill us."
Ginny pursed her lips. "Oh no. This is all your idea."
"Weren't you the one who said it was time we went public with our relationship?"
Her eyes narrowed in a glare at his smug reflection. Damn him to the seventh layer of Hell and back; she'd thought he was passed out in a thoroughly-shagged stupor when she'd mentioned that. They'd been 'seeing' each other -- if one could define shagging on the nearest flat surface every other day as such -- for the better part of two years. What had started as nothing more than scratching an itch between two divorcees had turned into something... more.
She cared for the git. Merlin only knew what that bespoke about her mental ability.
"Don't twist my words, Draco Lucius Malfoy. When I said that we should go public, I did not mean at a ceremony where my brother, your best friend, and their newly born sprog are the center of attention. You know how much Pansy hates sharing the limelight."
"Technically, she's not the center of attention. Little Nathaniel is. Your godson."
"Your godson," she countered.
Pulling her attention back to her own reflection, she eyed the sharp green robes critically. "Nathaniel Sebastian Alexander Weasley. What the bloody hell were they thinking, naming the baby something like Sebastian?"
Draco rose from his spot on the bed, straightening his sleeves as he crossed the bedroom towards Ginny. "It's a family name," he answered. "If we're going to discuss awful names, I'd take umbrage with shackling the poor chap with a name like Weasley, but I digress."
Ginny might have once been offended by the statement, but it was part of the same song and dance. He'd insult her over something -- family name, hair color, her choice in ex-husbands -- before she'd patronize him with some scathing remark. Words that once had bite were now only said for the sake of speaking them; he'd confessed that he liked her 'garish' red hair, and she'd admitted that his elongated facial features weren't entirely displeasing.
She smacked away the hands that reached for her waist. "You do digress, you ponce."
Undeterred, Draco wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him in an almost (but not quite) uncomfortable embrace. He let his chin rest atop her head, lips twitching when she reached up to smooth her hair down and 'accidentally' flicked him in the cheek.
"Mmm, yes, you were saying before I digressed so?"
She snorted and tipped her head back, gently butting him in the chin. "Maybe we should wait until later to do this. Tomorrow is just as good as today."
His hands slid over her belly to her hipbones, long fingers splayed. "Is that famed Gryffindor bravery evaporating? One would think it's your reputation likely to take a hit and not my own."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, stuff it, you overgrown ferret."
"You say the sweetest things to me, woman."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"Draco."
"Ginevra."
"Malfoy."
"Weasley."
"Ugh. Why do I bother?"
"Because I'm one of the wealthiest bachelors in Britain, two-time recipient of Witch Weekly's Philanthropist of the Year, and a god in the bedroom?"
"You forgot modest."
Draco smirked. "Modesty's overrated."
Ginny sighed and relaxed against him. It was doubly comforting to her; their harmless banter was just as reassuring as the arms wrapped around her body. There would be backlash when they went public -- likely from their respective families and exes as well as the wizarding public. But when Draco's arms were around her, all of that seemed to fade away.
He'd turned her into a sap. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"You just want to do this today to annoy Pansy," she said, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
"No," he countered, "that's just a perk. As is watching your brother's face do its best impression of a tomato."
"Which brother?"
"All of them."
She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. Reaching up to cup her chin gently, he turned her face up to his. "But mostly, I want to make a statement. I want to stand up in front of your family and what friends Pansy and I have left to say that you're mine, consequences be damned."
Her brown eyes softened. "They're going to stare," she murmured, gaze flickering to his lips then back to his gray eyes.
He hummed in agreement and ducked his head down. His breath was warm against her lips as he held there, just out of reach of her kiss. "Let's make it worth their while."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 854
Summary: After two years of shagging in the shadows, it's time for Draco and Ginny to go public.
Author’s Notes: Writte for goeungurl as part of my Spring 2013 Drabble Meme. Diane, you're a rockstar -- I hope you enjoy this! Drinks on me soon. ;D
"You do realize that Pansy is going to kill you for this, right?"
In the mirror, she could see Draco lift one shoulder in a nonplussed shrug. "Pansy Parkinson has been plotting my death in one form or another since we were old enough to waltz at dance lessons. Why should marriage and motherhood change that?" He glanced up from his cuff links, the corners of his mouth curling upwards in a smirk when he met her gaze. "And I do believe, darling, that you meant she is going to kill us."
Ginny pursed her lips. "Oh no. This is all your idea."
"Weren't you the one who said it was time we went public with our relationship?"
Her eyes narrowed in a glare at his smug reflection. Damn him to the seventh layer of Hell and back; she'd thought he was passed out in a thoroughly-shagged stupor when she'd mentioned that. They'd been 'seeing' each other -- if one could define shagging on the nearest flat surface every other day as such -- for the better part of two years. What had started as nothing more than scratching an itch between two divorcees had turned into something... more.
She cared for the git. Merlin only knew what that bespoke about her mental ability.
"Don't twist my words, Draco Lucius Malfoy. When I said that we should go public, I did not mean at a ceremony where my brother, your best friend, and their newly born sprog are the center of attention. You know how much Pansy hates sharing the limelight."
"Technically, she's not the center of attention. Little Nathaniel is. Your godson."
"Your godson," she countered.
Pulling her attention back to her own reflection, she eyed the sharp green robes critically. "Nathaniel Sebastian Alexander Weasley. What the bloody hell were they thinking, naming the baby something like Sebastian?"
Draco rose from his spot on the bed, straightening his sleeves as he crossed the bedroom towards Ginny. "It's a family name," he answered. "If we're going to discuss awful names, I'd take umbrage with shackling the poor chap with a name like Weasley, but I digress."
Ginny might have once been offended by the statement, but it was part of the same song and dance. He'd insult her over something -- family name, hair color, her choice in ex-husbands -- before she'd patronize him with some scathing remark. Words that once had bite were now only said for the sake of speaking them; he'd confessed that he liked her 'garish' red hair, and she'd admitted that his elongated facial features weren't entirely displeasing.
She smacked away the hands that reached for her waist. "You do digress, you ponce."
Undeterred, Draco wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him in an almost (but not quite) uncomfortable embrace. He let his chin rest atop her head, lips twitching when she reached up to smooth her hair down and 'accidentally' flicked him in the cheek.
"Mmm, yes, you were saying before I digressed so?"
She snorted and tipped her head back, gently butting him in the chin. "Maybe we should wait until later to do this. Tomorrow is just as good as today."
His hands slid over her belly to her hipbones, long fingers splayed. "Is that famed Gryffindor bravery evaporating? One would think it's your reputation likely to take a hit and not my own."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, stuff it, you overgrown ferret."
"You say the sweetest things to me, woman."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"Draco."
"Ginevra."
"Malfoy."
"Weasley."
"Ugh. Why do I bother?"
"Because I'm one of the wealthiest bachelors in Britain, two-time recipient of Witch Weekly's Philanthropist of the Year, and a god in the bedroom?"
"You forgot modest."
Draco smirked. "Modesty's overrated."
Ginny sighed and relaxed against him. It was doubly comforting to her; their harmless banter was just as reassuring as the arms wrapped around her body. There would be backlash when they went public -- likely from their respective families and exes as well as the wizarding public. But when Draco's arms were around her, all of that seemed to fade away.
He'd turned her into a sap. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"You just want to do this today to annoy Pansy," she said, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
"No," he countered, "that's just a perk. As is watching your brother's face do its best impression of a tomato."
"Which brother?"
"All of them."
She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. Reaching up to cup her chin gently, he turned her face up to his. "But mostly, I want to make a statement. I want to stand up in front of your family and what friends Pansy and I have left to say that you're mine, consequences be damned."
Her brown eyes softened. "They're going to stare," she murmured, gaze flickering to his lips then back to his gray eyes.
He hummed in agreement and ducked his head down. His breath was warm against her lips as he held there, just out of reach of her kiss. "Let's make it worth their while."