Elle!Fic | Dark Heart Silhouette | Draco/Ginny, Draco/Astoria | Adult
Title: Dark Heart Silhouette (4/12)
Author: Elle, aka elle_blessing
Characters: Draco/Ginny, Draco/Astoria
Rating: R
Word Count: ~28,000
Summary: In a world where Voldemort won the Second War, Draco finds himself in the fortuitous position of being one of the Dark Lord's favored. The love of two women will drive him to question who he is and what he has become, but it is betrayal that set in motion the beginning of the end.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox, not mine.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the 2010 round of dracobigbang. I have taken the liberty of making Daphne and Astoria cousins instead of sisters, and Michael Corner is Astoria’s half-brother through marriage. Also, endless thanks go to fiery_flamingo, amazonmink, goddessvicky & mugglechump for helping me beta this story to make it fit for public consumption.
Chapters: Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI
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Chapter 3
Draco traced the freckles patterning Ginny's skin with a finger, touch so light it brought gooseflesh where he passed. She was bare, the stiff white sheet of the inn's bed draped haphazardly over her hip.
With her back to him, it was all a tease. The slope from shoulder to waist, down, and then up and over the smooth curve of her hip until the fabric obscured what lie beneath. Draco knew what was there, but as always, Ginny was an enigma wrapped in a mystery and despite the things he did know about her, there was so much more he didn't know that she never failed to capture his attention.
Not that it was hard to keep it when she was reclined in bed with him, bare and still glistening from their exertions.
"It will be a little while until I'm able to see you again," he said finally, the reason he'd sought her out in the first place. As always, though, he'd been distracted by the want that had somehow slithered into him when he found himself in her presence.
"Oh?" Ginny did not turn over and Draco continued to trace patterns from freckle to freckle on her back, over her hip. With his hands on her, she didn't know if she could contain the keen interest in her voice and counted herself fortunate that he’d not made such an announcement to her face. "Why?"
"There is something that will require the sole of my attentions and focus for the foreseeable future," he replied, dark eyes catching at her pulse, how it seemed to be rabbiting now. His lips curled slightly and he flattened his hand, palm splaying out, and slid his hand to cup her breast. Draco could feel her heart beating quicker there and it pleased him that he affected her so.
"I will not neglect you, Ginevra." I would love you, if I was capable of such a thing.
Ginny did glance over her shoulder then, lips slightly parted for the way he was touching her, breath leaving her in a tiny gasp when his hand slipped down her body to cup her warmth. Her brown eyes were dark and swirling for she was not unaffected, but they were yet serious. "Will you be very far away then?"
Her interest in his proximity pleased Draco, as did the slightly abandoned look on her face. It was the depth and mystery in her eyes that held him though, made him wonder at all her secrets.
"Not very." He slipped a finger into her warmth then, felt the ignition of want that always sluiced through him when she shuddered and her breath caught. Once upon a time it had been barbs and glares that he'd earned from this ginger woman it was a sin to want, but now he pulled forth other reactions, just as visceral.
"What keeps you then?" she breathed, shifting towards him and his touch, hands reaching for him. So familiar were their bodies with the other that it was really not a thought at all when her foot traveled own the back of his thigh as his hips shifted snugly into hers. She was damned for enjoying him, damned thrice that there was a part of her he held, but perhaps her damnation would be worth it in the end.
Should he lie? He should, he knew he should, but as her hands raked through his hair, down his back, dug into the base of his spine as they moved together, Draco found caution was very far away. It was slower this time, languorous, but just as heady as the hot, fast, unquenchable thing that had barely allowed them through the door before he filled her and sated them both.
"I'm to be married," he breathed into her neck, hands fisted in her hair as their bodies moved, entwined, heavy with the release that was coming for them too slowly, that would soon push them past their control. "It is His wish."
Ginny's eyes flew open, a frown knit her brow. Her thoughts were scattered; it was not so easy to find coherent thought when Draco felt so good in her, on her. It made what she had to do easier, and harder, too. She had to have her wits about her, at least for a few more moments.
"Draco, but," she gasped, a breathy moan slipping her lips as she arched into him, body shuddering as they found a faster pace. "But... to whom? Why?" She bit her lip then, nails biting into his skin as she let herself say what was on the tip of her tongue next, both because she wanted to and because it would encourage him to answer her questions. "Pleasedon'tstop."
"Won't," he murmured, hips moving hard and fast with hers, body shuddering towards another peak, even as she writhed beneath him, because she writhed beneath him. "Have to," he added on a breath. "Astoria, little Greengrass," on another before he lost all train of thought, instinct riding him as he nuzzled through her hair until he licked a long line over her skin, tongue following the straining, delicate chord of her neck where he bit down.
Her eyes flew open once again and Ginny was glad, not for the first time, that Draco really did affect her so. She wouldn't have been able to cover up the gasp of surprise and alarm if he hadn't pulled her over the heady edge of stars and pleasure with the lovely bite of pain that made the heated thing deep in her core shatter, had her crying out.
She hated herself at times like this, for almost loving what he did to her, but it was also moments like this that made what she'd chosen to do, worth it.
There were many reasons, but slips of information like what he'd just betrayed made it seem like perhaps it wasn't all in vain. Resentment and self-loathing be damned. Draco be damned. She hated that this was easier for her than it should be, hated herself, but there was nothing else now. Just this and hope. This for hope.
She pet his hair, both their bodies slick and warm, fitted perfectly as the stars receded from their vision, and Ginny wondered if it would ever be a hope fulfilled.
He could almost feel her thinking, even now in the aftermath of their love making. He knew he should be more cautious, but everyone would know who he was to wed soon enough. It would be in all the papers, the word on every tongue. He wanted her to hear it from him first.
What Draco most craved he would never admit; he wanted to know if it made her jealous, angry, upset. He might be weak for caring what she thought, wondering if she might be jealous. His mother would have told him such things made him stronger. It made the fight something more visceral, something worth dying for, she'd once said.
He missed her. Yet another thing it was not truly safe to admit; deep emotions perceived in the presence of the wrong people would be a damnation, blood in shark infested waters.
Draco sighed and his arms tightened around Ginny. It could all be a lie with her. He knew it was a possibility, but part of him insisted it couldn't be. Irrational, but still there.
He was clinging to smoke; everything lies and illusions. Why should this be any different?
"Draco?" Her voice was soft, near sleep.
"Hmm?" He pressed a kiss to the mark he'd made on her skin.
"It's cold." As if to illustrate the point, she shivered.
Perhaps this was why he was here, with her. Because in that moment his lips curled into a small smile against her skin and he pulled the blanket up over both of them. "I'll keep you warm," he promised.
Chapter 4
Author: Elle, aka elle_blessing
Characters: Draco/Ginny, Draco/Astoria
Rating: R
Word Count: ~28,000
Summary: In a world where Voldemort won the Second War, Draco finds himself in the fortuitous position of being one of the Dark Lord's favored. The love of two women will drive him to question who he is and what he has become, but it is betrayal that set in motion the beginning of the end.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox, not mine.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the 2010 round of dracobigbang. I have taken the liberty of making Daphne and Astoria cousins instead of sisters, and Michael Corner is Astoria’s half-brother through marriage. Also, endless thanks go to fiery_flamingo, amazonmink, goddessvicky & mugglechump for helping me beta this story to make it fit for public consumption.
Chapters: Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI
@FanFic.net
Chapter 3
Draco traced the freckles patterning Ginny's skin with a finger, touch so light it brought gooseflesh where he passed. She was bare, the stiff white sheet of the inn's bed draped haphazardly over her hip.
With her back to him, it was all a tease. The slope from shoulder to waist, down, and then up and over the smooth curve of her hip until the fabric obscured what lie beneath. Draco knew what was there, but as always, Ginny was an enigma wrapped in a mystery and despite the things he did know about her, there was so much more he didn't know that she never failed to capture his attention.
Not that it was hard to keep it when she was reclined in bed with him, bare and still glistening from their exertions.
"It will be a little while until I'm able to see you again," he said finally, the reason he'd sought her out in the first place. As always, though, he'd been distracted by the want that had somehow slithered into him when he found himself in her presence.
"Oh?" Ginny did not turn over and Draco continued to trace patterns from freckle to freckle on her back, over her hip. With his hands on her, she didn't know if she could contain the keen interest in her voice and counted herself fortunate that he’d not made such an announcement to her face. "Why?"
"There is something that will require the sole of my attentions and focus for the foreseeable future," he replied, dark eyes catching at her pulse, how it seemed to be rabbiting now. His lips curled slightly and he flattened his hand, palm splaying out, and slid his hand to cup her breast. Draco could feel her heart beating quicker there and it pleased him that he affected her so.
"I will not neglect you, Ginevra." I would love you, if I was capable of such a thing.
Ginny did glance over her shoulder then, lips slightly parted for the way he was touching her, breath leaving her in a tiny gasp when his hand slipped down her body to cup her warmth. Her brown eyes were dark and swirling for she was not unaffected, but they were yet serious. "Will you be very far away then?"
Her interest in his proximity pleased Draco, as did the slightly abandoned look on her face. It was the depth and mystery in her eyes that held him though, made him wonder at all her secrets.
"Not very." He slipped a finger into her warmth then, felt the ignition of want that always sluiced through him when she shuddered and her breath caught. Once upon a time it had been barbs and glares that he'd earned from this ginger woman it was a sin to want, but now he pulled forth other reactions, just as visceral.
"What keeps you then?" she breathed, shifting towards him and his touch, hands reaching for him. So familiar were their bodies with the other that it was really not a thought at all when her foot traveled own the back of his thigh as his hips shifted snugly into hers. She was damned for enjoying him, damned thrice that there was a part of her he held, but perhaps her damnation would be worth it in the end.
Should he lie? He should, he knew he should, but as her hands raked through his hair, down his back, dug into the base of his spine as they moved together, Draco found caution was very far away. It was slower this time, languorous, but just as heady as the hot, fast, unquenchable thing that had barely allowed them through the door before he filled her and sated them both.
"I'm to be married," he breathed into her neck, hands fisted in her hair as their bodies moved, entwined, heavy with the release that was coming for them too slowly, that would soon push them past their control. "It is His wish."
Ginny's eyes flew open, a frown knit her brow. Her thoughts were scattered; it was not so easy to find coherent thought when Draco felt so good in her, on her. It made what she had to do easier, and harder, too. She had to have her wits about her, at least for a few more moments.
"Draco, but," she gasped, a breathy moan slipping her lips as she arched into him, body shuddering as they found a faster pace. "But... to whom? Why?" She bit her lip then, nails biting into his skin as she let herself say what was on the tip of her tongue next, both because she wanted to and because it would encourage him to answer her questions. "Pleasedon'tstop."
"Won't," he murmured, hips moving hard and fast with hers, body shuddering towards another peak, even as she writhed beneath him, because she writhed beneath him. "Have to," he added on a breath. "Astoria, little Greengrass," on another before he lost all train of thought, instinct riding him as he nuzzled through her hair until he licked a long line over her skin, tongue following the straining, delicate chord of her neck where he bit down.
Her eyes flew open once again and Ginny was glad, not for the first time, that Draco really did affect her so. She wouldn't have been able to cover up the gasp of surprise and alarm if he hadn't pulled her over the heady edge of stars and pleasure with the lovely bite of pain that made the heated thing deep in her core shatter, had her crying out.
She hated herself at times like this, for almost loving what he did to her, but it was also moments like this that made what she'd chosen to do, worth it.
There were many reasons, but slips of information like what he'd just betrayed made it seem like perhaps it wasn't all in vain. Resentment and self-loathing be damned. Draco be damned. She hated that this was easier for her than it should be, hated herself, but there was nothing else now. Just this and hope. This for hope.
She pet his hair, both their bodies slick and warm, fitted perfectly as the stars receded from their vision, and Ginny wondered if it would ever be a hope fulfilled.
He could almost feel her thinking, even now in the aftermath of their love making. He knew he should be more cautious, but everyone would know who he was to wed soon enough. It would be in all the papers, the word on every tongue. He wanted her to hear it from him first.
What Draco most craved he would never admit; he wanted to know if it made her jealous, angry, upset. He might be weak for caring what she thought, wondering if she might be jealous. His mother would have told him such things made him stronger. It made the fight something more visceral, something worth dying for, she'd once said.
He missed her. Yet another thing it was not truly safe to admit; deep emotions perceived in the presence of the wrong people would be a damnation, blood in shark infested waters.
Draco sighed and his arms tightened around Ginny. It could all be a lie with her. He knew it was a possibility, but part of him insisted it couldn't be. Irrational, but still there.
He was clinging to smoke; everything lies and illusions. Why should this be any different?
"Draco?" Her voice was soft, near sleep.
"Hmm?" He pressed a kiss to the mark he'd made on her skin.
"It's cold." As if to illustrate the point, she shivered.
Perhaps this was why he was here, with her. Because in that moment his lips curled into a small smile against her skin and he pulled the blanket up over both of them. "I'll keep you warm," he promised.
Chapter 4