D/G Feast Story: Dining with Draco
Title: Dining with Draco
Author: Fresh Pickled Toad
Rating: NC-17
Recipe: Linguine with Scampi
Summary: Ginny awakes with a terrible hangover and a strange feeling that she’s missed something important. Her good friend, Neville, is behaving very strangely. Oh, Dear!
TITLE: Dining with Draco
AUTHOR: Fresh Pickled Toad
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Humor, Romance, Fluff
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing; I merely putter in JK Rowling’s rich world, for my own amusement, and hopefully the amusement of a few others.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wrote this story for the D/G Feast Fic Contest after being inspired by Sarea Okelani’s wonderful Portkey Party. I’m a smut virgin, please be gentle. Thank you, thank you, to Beulah Page for the Beta! Someday, I’ll get my creative punctuation under control!
SUMMARY: Ginny awakes with a terrible hangover and a strange feeling that she’s missed something important. Her good friend, Neville, is behaving very strangely. Oh, Dear!
Dining with Draco
By Fresh Pickled Toad
Ginny woke with a start, and then a groan, and then a gasp. The bright morning sunshine hit her between the eyes and made her feel as though her head would split in two. Her mouth felt as though she’d been chewing dried mud. She looked around; she was in her own bed, alone, and everything seemed in order. She sat up a little too quickly and waves of nausea and dizziness threatened to overcome her. She closed her eyes and waited for her head to clear. Water - she needed water. She slowly got out of bed to go to the loo, when she noticed that she was wearing only her knickers, and she felt a familiar twinge between her thighs that made her feel…thoroughly fucked. Ginny stood and felt the muscles in her thighs, derriere and even her calves stiffen; make that VERY thoroughly fucked.
Ginny was confused; the last thing she remembered was having a mildly amusing time at a Christmas party with her co-workers from the Department of Mysteries. She’d been talking to Neville, her research partner, about a new request for funding that they would present in the New Year. There were certainly no fuck-buddies in sight at this party. Neville? NO! Ginny loved Neville, but no!
Ginny drank several cups of water, which helped only slightly. She needed some answers; she quickly threw on her dressing gown and went in search of her flatmate.
“Hermione, are you home?” she called, cringing at the sound of her own voice in her head.
Hermione appeared from the kitchen. “There you are; I thought you’d never wake-up. Here, I suspect you need this.” Hermione handed her a potion, which Ginny drank gratefully.
The potion helped immediately; the haze in Ginny’s head cleared and she could finally begin to think. However, she still couldn’t remember.
“Hermione, what happened last night?”
Hermione looked concerned. “I was hoping you’d tell me, Ginny. I wasn’t at the party.”
“How’d I get home?” Ginny asked.
“It was two in the morning; I was asleep when I heard someone kicking the door. I opened it to find Malfoy, very drunk, with you passed out in his arms.”
“Draco Malfoy?” Ginny squeaked, her voice an octave higher than normal.
Hermione looked at Ginny incredulously. “Yes, Ginny, Draco Malfoy, do we know another? I asked him what was happening. He growled, in his own charming way, for me to mind my own business. He’s even more charming when he’s drunk, by the way. He asked where your room was. I pointed him towards it, he deposited you in there, and he left. That’s all I know.”
“He was in my room with me? Alone?”
“Yes, he slammed the door in my face.”
“How long was he in there with me?”
Hermione shrugged. “Five minutes at most.”
“Did you take my clothes off?”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “No, he must have done that. I looked in on you once he’d left; you were already in bed, all tucked in, unconscious.”
“What happened to me?” Ginny said in a panic, “I don’t even remember Malfoy at the party. The last thing I remember was talking to Neville. I’ll Floo Neville; he’ll sort this out.” Ginny moved towards the hearth.
“Ginny, wait, at least go shower and dress first. I’ll make you some toast, alright?”
“You’re right, thanks.” Ginny wandered in a daze towards the loo. She turned on the shower, and removed her dressing gown. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped; her neck and shoulders were covered in love-bites! There was no way that Hermione hadn’t noticed them. “Damn! It seems I missed a really good time! Please Gods, don’t let it be Malfoy,” she prayed.
A short time later, Ginny was bathed, dressed and feeling moderately better.
“Neville! It’s Ginny, are you around?” Ginny called into her Floo.
Suddenly, Neville Longbottom appeared before her; he was looking only slightly better than Ginny.
“Hi, Ginny,” Neville said timidly, looking as though he were about to flee, but Ginny didn’t notice.
“Neville, I need help! Do you know what happened to me last night?”
Neville’s eyes went wide. “You don’t remember?”
“No, nothing after talking to you about next month’s proposal. Neville, something’s very wrong here. Hermione told me Malfoy brought me home.”
“Yeah, I can see that happening. Ginny, you seriously don’t remember?” Neville’s eyes were getting wider and more panicked by the second.
“NEVILLE! You’re scaring me! What happened?”
“Hang on! I’m coming there.” Moments later Neville Apparated into Ginny’s front hall.
“Ginny, are you alright?” Neville said, giving her a hug. He then noticed the bruises covering her neck and a guilty cloud fell over his face. “Oh, Ginny, I’m sorry!”
“Did you do this to me?” Ginny squeaked.
“NO! Well, not exactly. You’d better sit down.” Neville sat next to Ginny with his head in his hands while he gathered his thoughts. “OK, we were talking about next month’s funding proposal, when Malfoy arrived at the party. He overheard us, and…well… you know how he gets with you; he started telling us that we were over-funded already, and that we would have to show more progress before we were given another Sickle. He did all the things he always does to push your buttons, and you fell for it, again. The two of you started going at it, arguing and yelling. I just wanted us to enjoy the Christmas party.”
“Neville, all of this is a normal day at work, so far. I don’t hear anything that would lead to this!” Ginny said, pointing to her neck.
“Well, Cirrus Finch pulled me aside and suggested that I might give the two of you a potion that he’d been working on; it was supposed to mellow you the tiniest bit.” Neville paused to gauge Ginny’s reaction.
“You slipped a potion in my butterbeer? You’re supposed to be my friend!”
“I’d had quite a bit to drink myself. It seemed like a good idea at the time! I only wanted the two of you to get along, really. You got along really well after that.”
Ginny was horrified. “Neville, what did we do exactly?”
“You…you stopped arguing,” Neville said hopefully.
“Neville!”
“You started snogging, and you eventually disappeared into the laboratory and charmed the door. That’s all I know; you were still in there when the party ended.”
“Neville, you will die for this, when you least expect it,” Ginny said quietly, completely earnest. “My career’s over! I can’t show my face at work again.”
“NO! Ginny, it’s not that bad! It was really late when Malfoy arrived; most everyone had left already. Hardly anyone noticed the two of you, really!” Neville was lying, desperately trying to save a friendship that meant everything to him. “Oh, Gods! I’m so sorry, Ginny.”
“Neville, please leave. I need to think.”
“Ginny, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please don’t kill me. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” Forlorn and heartbroken, Neville Apparated from Ginny’s flat.
Monday morning arrived far too soon for Ginny. She arrived at work early and ensconced herself in her office. She estimated that she had enough paperwork for at least ten days’ worth of hiding. Neville could fend for himself in the lab.
Neville stuck his head into her office periodically to see that she was alright. When she glared at him and told him to leave, he gave her a sad puppy-dog face that would have broken her heart if she weren’t so livid with him.
At noontime, there was a knock on her door again.
“Neville, I told you to stay away from me,” Ginny snapped.
“You haven’t told me to stay away, not recently,” a smooth voice came from the doorway.
Ginny’s eyes snapped onto the cool figure of Draco Malfoy leaning against the door jamb. He seemed to be carrying a tray of food. “I thought you might join me for lunch; we should probably talk.”
“About what?” Ginny said as casually as she could manage. She knew that the colour of her face belied the calm in her voice.
Draco smirked, entered her office and closed the door. He put the food on her desk and passed her a Greek salad and a sparkling water.
“How did you know what I wanted to eat?” Ginny asked.
“Simple. I asked the witch in the commissary what you generally ordered. She said you ate the same thing every day. You really should vary your diet more, Weasley,” Draco said, biting into his own sandwich.
“Is that tuna?” Ginny asked, unable to think of anything else to say. “You never struck me as the tinned tuna type.”
“I’m sure you’ll find me full of surprises,” Draco drawled.
“Why are you here, Malfoy?”
“I told you, I thought we should discuss what happened between us.” Draco’s eyes never left Ginny’s. Ginny found this very disconcerting; she kept expecting to see insincerity in his eyes, or mocking, or teasing. She saw none of these things.
“Perhaps you could tell me what happened between us.”
“Don’t you remember?” A dark shadow momentarily passed over Draco’s face when Ginny shook her head. “We made love,” Draco said simply.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Ginny snapped.
“Yes.”
Ginny closed her eyes and asked what she had to know. “Did we… did we use contraception?”
Draco shrugged and smirked.
Ginny exploded. “You think it’s funny! You think it’s funny that I could get pregnant from a one-night-stand that I don’t even remember!”
“Relax, Ginny! I’m kidding, it’s taken care of. You attempted a contraception charm, but couldn’t manage it; I finished it for you.”
“The fact that I couldn’t manage a simple charm didn’t tell you that I was in no condition to proceed?”
Draco laughed. “I wasn’t in much better shape than you, and you weren’t about to take ‘No’ for an answer.”
“What? Are you implying that I was the aggressor here? Hardly!”
“I’m not implying anything! I’m stating unequivocally that you were the aggressor, and I was the more than willing victim! Really, Weasley, if I’d known you had such a burning lust for me, I might have been convinced to scratch your itch years ago.”
There it was! There was the mocking and teasing she’d been expecting. Ginny could only sit there, gaping, her mouth flapping like a fish caught in a net.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she babbled.
“All evidence to the contrary,” he smirked.
“Did you have to remove all my clothes before you put me to bed?” She didn’t know why she asked, she just heard the question coming out of her mouth.
“I thought you’d be more comfortable. I’d already tasted everything there was to see. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Ginny descended further into her humiliation. He had the gall to sit there, eating his tuna sandwich, while saying these things to her, casually, as though they were discussing Quidditch!
“You’re very beautiful, by the way.” Draco was no longer casual; his tone was sincere, and he was looking at her in a way that made her unable to function.
Draco cleared his throat. “Well, you’ve hardly touched your lunch. I seem to be distracting you. I’ll go now.”
Draco stood, but rather than walking towards the door, he walked behind the desk towards Ginny.
“Stand up,” he said commandingly.
“Why?”
Draco merely took her hand, and pulled her onto her feet, and into his arms.
“So I can give you a taste of what you’ve so conveniently forgotten,” he said as his mouth descended onto hers.
Draco’s kiss set Ginny’s every nerve on fire. Ginny felt her lips part of their own volition. His hands roamed freely over her, as he kept her body pressed firmly against his own. Ginny wondered how anyone could be so demanding, yet so tender. Draco’s lips moved to her neck and Ginny’s head moved aside to give him greater access. Draco pulled away when he noticed the bruising on her neck.
“You really shouldn’t let your boyfriend gnaw on you like that, Weasley. You’re not a teenager anymore.” His tone was dry, but his eyes were laughing. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Ginny whispered, still numb from his kiss.
“Good,” he said placing a chaste kiss on her lips and pulling away from her. “And Ginny…” he said, waiting for her to meet his eyes, “there’s no way that was a one-night-stand.” Draco nodded to her and left her office.
Neville Longbottom watched Draco Malfoy enter Ginny’s office; part of him was terrified, another part hopeful. Neville hadn’t been completely honest with Ginny about the potion he’d given them. It may have been a little more premeditated than he’d let on.
Neville was not the type of man to take great risks, yet he’d just taken the greatest risk of his life, at least since the defeat of Voldemort. He was risking his friendship with Ginny, as well as their professional partnership. He was also risking the wrath of a man who easily had the power to destroy his career.
It all began nearly two years earlier, when Draco Malfoy assumed the position of Director of the Department of Mysteries.
He’d quickly gained the reputation of being extremely frugal with his budget. He made everyone account for every Sickle spent, and would mercilessly kill a project that wasn’t producing the desired result.
He made Ginny fight harder for her funding than he did anyone else; but in the end, Neville noticed, she always got what she requested. The sparks between them began to fly immediately, obvious to everyone but themselves. Their attraction to one another was stifled by age old animosities, not easily forgotten.
It became a waiting game within the Ministry to see when they would crack. A pool was formed to predict the date it would happen. Month after month passed and nothing changed. Draco and Ginny sparred almost daily, but nothing else happened. The pile of Galleons within the pool grew at an astounding rate.
Neville had felt it was time to act. The fact that he’d succeeded had made him an over-night hero within the Ministry, and provided him with enough money to buy Luna an engagement ring for Christmas, a big one. He hoped that Ginny would forgive him; he was sure she would eventually. After all, Ginny had stooped to even more devious means to get her brother and Hermione together at last.
Neville saw Draco leave Ginny’s office.
“Neville! Come here!” Ginny bellowed from within.
“Well, at least she’s talking to me now!” Neville grumbled as he went into her office.
“Hey, Ginny,” Neville said brightly as he took a seat.
“Don’t ‘Hey, Ginny’ me. Tell me exactly what you saw at the party! That imbecile is under the impression that I was the aggressor!”
“Well… I can see how he may think that. You were all over him.”
“Oh, Gods!”
“But he was encouraging you!” Neville added quickly.
“He thinks it’s going to happen again. He thinks he’s my boyfriend.”
“Would that be so bad?” Neville asked gently.
“What? To have the man who’s made my professional life a misery for the past two years as my boyfriend? Yes! That would be bad!”
Neville was treading on very thin ice; he knew that.
“Was your life really a misery? Doesn’t he always give you what you want in the end? Don’t you have a little bit of fun getting it out of him?”
“Get out, Neville! I can’t talk to you!”
Neville left Ginny alone in her office. If Ginny closed her eyes she could still feel Draco’s kiss all the way down to her toes.
Ginny picked up her fork and began to eat her salad. “Hmmpf, I never thanked him for buying my lunch.”
Tuesday morning was much like Monday. Ginny hid in her office, Neville covered the lab and did his penance. Draco showed up at noon, with lunch.
“I thought we’d try again,” he said, as he made himself comfortable; he hadn’t bothered to knock this time. “Maybe you can manage to eat in my presence today.”
“Sod off, Malfoy,” Ginny said, taking the salad he handed her. “Thank you.”
The conversation flowed into their normal pattern of sparring about budgets and the unreliable nature of research.
Ginny was surprised to learn that Draco was a deeply closeted Chudley Cannons fan. She even got him to admit that the team performance had vastly improved since her brother, Ron, had been made their Keeper three seasons ago.
When Draco left her office, Ginny felt a pang of regret that he didn’t kiss her.
Much the same on Wednesday.
“I’ll be in Glasgow for the remainder of the week,” Draco said as they finished their lunch. “I won’t return until Friday afternoon. I’d like to see you Friday evening, to cook you dinner.”
“You cook?” Ginny asked, truly surprised.
“I’ve been known to,” he chuckled.
“I always imagined you had house-elves for that, to cook and clean and to dress you.”
Draco raised one eyebrow inquisitively. “You’ve imagined house-elves dressing me? Weasley, your fantasy life leaves a lot to be desired. We’ll have to help you with that.”
Draco had once again walked around Ginny’s desk, and was standing over her.
“Stand up,” he said commandingly.
“Why?”
Draco merely took her hand, and pulled her onto her feet, and into his arms.
“Because I’m going away for two days, and you’re going to kiss me goodbye.”
“But I’ve just eaten onio…” Ginny’s protest was smothered by Draco’s very talented mouth. This time Ginny allowed herself to kiss him back, and she was soon wondering if she’d ever really been kissed before.
“You never answered me about dinner on Friday,” Draco reminded her, once he had sufficiently weakened her resistance.
“I’ll clear some time for you on my calendar,” she said weakly.
“Good, I’ll see you then.” Draco moved to leave, but paused at the door. “And Weasley, while you’re clearing your calendar, be sure to clear all night.”
Before Ginny could respond, he was gone.
Ginny had never felt anything like it; no one had ever filled her so completely. Her release hit her with a force she’d never imagined. She felt every muscle spasm to a point just short of pain. “Draco!” she heard herself scream. She was sprawled on the black laboratory workstation with her legs wrapped over Draco’s shoulders. He stood at the edge of the table pounding into her, a look of ecstatic concentration on his face; his release came as violently as hers. When he realized his legs would no longer support him, he joined Ginny on the table, collapsing on top of her. Once he had recovered sufficiently, she felt him kissing her neck and his warm breath against her ear. “Ginny…” he whispered, “I love you, too.”
Ginny woke with a start, and then a groan, and then a gasp.
“What was that? A dream, or a memory? It felt so real, he’d told me he loved me as if I’d said it first! I’d never tell Draco Malfoy I loved him. Would I?”
Ginny was in a muddle. She convinced herself that the incident, as she came to think of it, was meaningless drunken sex, brought on by going too long without a boyfriend, and a large push by a soon to be dead friend. However, on Thursday Ginny found herself in a Muggle department store buying a simple black cocktail dress, cut much shorter and lower than she would normally dare. Afterwards, Ginny found herself in the Weary Witches Rejuvenating Day Spa having every inch of her body buffed, plucked and softened. While there, she convinced herself that she could never date Draco Malfoy, and could certainly never love him. Once all that was decided, she stopped at the apothecary and purchased a contraceptive potion.
If pressed, Ginny had to admit that Draco was not the same spoilt, brutish brat she’d known in school. He was still a smug, arrogant, elitist snob, but somehow he made it work.
Neville had a point; Draco hadn’t made her work a misery. Draco had organized the department fairly and efficiently. She usually looked forward to their next budget battle, more eagerly than she did her next date.
“Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! I have every intention of becoming Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend!”
On Friday, the laboratory was virtually deserted; Christmas was the following Monday and most people had either taken the day off, or skived off early.
Ginny thawed relations with Neville long enough to take an extended lunch with him; neither returned to the lab afterwards.
Ginny returned to her flat and began to leisurely prepare for her…date. She wore her new dress and piled her hair loosely on her head. When she was ready, she evaluated herself in the mirror; she looked passable, but certainly not up to Malfoy standards.
Ginny emerged from her bedroom to find Ron and Hermione cuddling in the lounge. Ron let out a low whistle when he saw her. “Blimey, little Ginny’s on the prowl tonight! Who’s the lucky bloke, Gin?”
“Ron, what are you doing here?” Ginny snapped.
“Well, Happy Christmas to you, too! I’m spending some time with my girl, if that’s alright with you! It’s her flat, too!”
“Shhh…Ron, calm down,” Hermione soothed.
“She never told us who the bloke is,” Ron grumbled.
“If you must know, I’m dining with Draco this evening.”
Ron sat up suddenly. “You’re dating Malfoy?” he asked.
“Apparently,” Ginny responded dryly.
A slow grin spread over Ron’s face. “Who won the pool?”
“What pool?” Ginny and Hermione asked in unison.
After several minutes of pumping Ron for information, Neville Longbottom had several more nails in his coffin. Ginny didn’t want to spend Christmas in Azkaban, however, so the murder would have to wait until next week.
She knocked on the door of Draco’s flat at the appointed time. He lived in a posh wizard’s-only block of flats in London.
“Elitist git,” Ginny mumbled under her breath as she surveyed the opulent surroundings. “Hi,” she said quickly when she realized that the door had opened and Draco was watching her with an amused expression. He’d heard her grumbling; she was sure of it.
“Come in, Ginny.” He stood aside to let her pass into his flat. “Let me take your cloak.” Ginny heard his breath hitch as she removed her cloak. Ginny turned to meet his gaze and was delighted to see that she did meet Malfoy standards, after all. “You look lovely,” he said coolly, with fire in his eyes.
“Thank you. You look lovely, too. You should wear Muggle clothes more often.”
He was wearing a grey cable-knit jumper that matched his eyes, and charcoal wool trousers.
“Yes, well, you know, I had to find the simplest thing to wear; there were no house-elves around to help me dress today.”
“Funny.” Ginny was having trouble tearing her eyes off of him. There was only one way to solve that problem; she reached up, pulled his head to her level and kissed him soundly. He was startled, but responded instantly, kissing her deeply and pulling her into him.
They both relaxed immediately, as a silent decision had been made between them; they would move forward.
“I stopped by the Ministry when I returned at two this afternoon; not a soul was there. It seems that all my employees saw fit to shirk their duties today.”
Ginny giggled. “Don’t be a Scrooge, it’s Christmas! Scrooge is a Muggle term…”
“I’m not illiterate, Weasley, I know the reference!” he said, as he handed her a glass of wine.
“Sorry! One can never tell where you people draw the line.”
“You people? You know, never mind…sounds like a discussion for another day.” Any other day Draco would have gladly sparred with Ginny; he enjoyed stirring-up her passionate nature, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to stir her passions in a different direction.
Ginny was pleasantly surprised by Draco’s flat; it was spartanly decorated and very masculine. Everything was top quality, but strictly utilitarian; nothing opulent or pretentious in sight.
Draco had set a fire in the large hearth. There was a low table in front of the fire surrounded by pillows; their dinner was on the table.
“Are you hungry?” he asked softly, standing very close to her, his hand moving in circles on the small of her back; it felt surprisingly natural to Ginny.
“Yes, quite.”
“Have a seat, we just need to put everything together and it’ll be ready.”
Ginny removed her shoes and sat comfortably on one of the pillows on the floor, leaning against the sofa behind her. Draco sat next to her. He conjured a small fire under a pan set-up on the table.
“This reminds me, eerily, of Professor Snape’s Potions class,” Ginny giggled.
Draco chuckled, “I promise this will taste better than anything we ever made in that class. Put the butter in the pan, please.”
“All if it?”
“Yes, you need a lot, that’s what makes it good.” Draco added a large amount of chopped garlic to the melting butter.
“Now what?” Ginny asked.
“Now you kiss me.” Draco’s lips captured Ginny’s, and his hand wound in her hair behind her neck, as his tongue explored her mouth hungrily. It was only a kiss, but as Ginny felt the heat of desire pooling in her stomach, a soft, desperate moan escaped from the back of her throat. Ginny’s hands ran over Draco’s chest and back, the combination of the sinfully soft jumper with the hard muscle underneath made it impossible for Ginny to keep her hands off of him; she couldn’t seem to get enough of this man.
“Time for the lemon,” he said, pulling away from her, smirking at her whimper of protest. She watched him pick up a halved lemon and a wooden reamer; he pierced the lemon’s flesh with the reamer, and extracted the juice into the pan, twisting and squeezing the lemon in his strong hands until the last drop of juice had been wrung clean. Ginny gulped, she didn’t think she would ever juice a lemon again without getting turned on.
“Add the shrimp now,” he said, and Ginny obeyed, stirring the raw shrimp into the bubbling sauce. The shrimp cooked quickly, stiffening and turning bright pink when done. Draco added a handful of parsley and a bowl of cooked pasta to the mixture.
“Taste this.” Draco picked up a shrimp and fed it gently to Ginny’s lips.
“Mmmm…good…very good,” Ginny said, returning the favour and feeding a shrimp to Draco. He sucked Ginny’s fingers clean, and then produced two forks. They continued to eat out of the pan, sometimes feeding themselves, sometimes feeding one another, sometimes stopping for a long, lustful kiss.
“Did you know about the pool?” Ginny asked during a rare moment when her lips weren’t otherwise occupied.
Draco chuckled. “I was told yesterday, while travelling with Zabini. He’s quite put out; it seems that Blaise had his own plans for us on New Year’s week-end.”
“You’re not angry? I’m livid!”
“No, I’m thinking of giving Longbottom a raise. I got something I’ve wanted for a very long time.”
“You did?” Ginny was shocked. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I thought you hated me, that you still saw me as I was in school. It wouldn’t do for a Department Director to be mooning over an employee who despised him. I have a reputation to maintain; I am a Slytherin, after all.”
“Oh,” Ginny moved in for another long kiss. “I don’t think I hate you anymore.”
“That’s a start,” Draco chuckled. “Have you eaten enough?” Ginny nodded, and Draco banished the food into the kitchen.
“I got you something, in Glasgow. Happy Christmas.” Draco handed Ginny a small package, with an excited twinkle in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.
“You shouldn’t have.”
“Open it,” he said impatiently. Ginny grinned at his barely contained, boyish impatience and couldn’t resist teasing him further.
“You should know I’m a strict open-presents-on-Christmas-morning girl. I can’t open this yet.”
“We’ll try to remember that for next year! Open it, woman!”
“But I didn’t get you anything,” she said, delaying him further.
“But you did! You gave me the best Christmas present ever, when you mauled me last week!” he laughed.
“I didn’t maul you!”
“You did! There’s no other way to describe it! You had such a feral look in your eyes; I thought I’d be eaten alive! It was brilliant!”
“You lie!”
“Not at all,” Draco was giggling with glee, actually giggling. “You better get used to it, because you’ll never hear the end of it!” Suddenly, the Malfoy decorum returned and he commanded, “Open It!”
Ginny glared at him half-heartedly, and opened the package; inside was a pair of stunning earrings, emeralds.
“Oh!” Ginny gasped.
“I thought they’d be lovely with your hair; put them on.” Ginny obeyed. “Go see.” Draco pointed to the large mirror hanging nearby. Ginny was amazed at her reflection; the earrings were glimmering in the firelight. Draco wrapped his arms around her from behind and their eyes met in the mirror.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she whispered.
“That’s how I feel about you.” Draco’s lips moved to her neck, and Ginny sighed with pleasure. Ginny’s neck had always been most sensitive, she loved that Draco loved spending time there.
“Draco.”
“Hmmm?”
“I want to remember; make love to me.”
If Ginny had been in her right mind at that moment, she would have scoffed and pushed him away when she saw the smug grin he gave her in the mirror; however, Ginny was far beyond the point of no return, and that smug grin would have to be erased another way. Draco had already managed to undo the closure on the back of her dress. Ginny turned to him, and let the dress fall to the floor. Draco visibly gulped at the sight of her in only her bra, knickers and garter belt, all in Slytherin green satin.
“You’re over-dressed, Malfoy.” Draco’s jumper was off in an instant; he scooped her easily into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
“I think you deserve a bed this time,” he said as he gently deposited her in the middle of his huge bed. Ginny had no idea where her bra had gone, but Draco was already lavishing attention on her breasts, nipping and tugging at her nipples, while one hand swiftly disposed of her garter belt. Ginny felt a pang of jealousy flash through her; she was with a man who could unfasten a woman’s garter belt with one hand, without looking; that takes practice, a lot of practice. Draco sensed Ginny’s concern, and correctly guessed her quandary.
Draco grinned at her. “Slytherin boys’ dorm, we practiced.”
Ginny laughed. “I hope not on each other! Visions of Goyle in a garter!”
Draco groaned. “Witch! You know how to kill an erection!”
“Mmmm, I know how to bring one back, too.” Ginny swiftly divested Draco of his remaining clothes and he hissed as Ginny’s hand wrapped around his anything but depleted member.
“Wait…patience…witches first.” Draco sat up and disposed of her stockings and her knickers.
Draco returned his attention to Ginny’s breasts, gently teasing and suckling, while his hand started moving gently between her thighs. Ginny’s legs parted for him as his fingers explored her folds. Draco used two fingers to tease her clit; gently at first, then with more urgency, until her hips began to move to a primal rhythm. Those same two talented fingers slid inside her, matching her rhythm, while Draco’s mouth took over the duty of lavishing attention on her clit. Ginny relaxed and allowed herself to float away on a cloud of ecstasy. Draco instinctively understood where the line between pleasure and pain was for her; he nipped and pinched at her, bringing her the threshold of pain, but not quite. No other man had ever read her so accurately.
“Draco, please!”
“Please what, love?”
“Please…please fuck me…now!”
Draco entered her quickly and forcefully. Ginny gasped with pleasure. That feeling, so familiar, so perfect; she was made for him! She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him further into her, and then she matched his thrusts vigorously. Ginny’s orgasm came swiftly and furiously; she knew the screams and incoherent mutterings were hers, vaguely. Draco slowed his pace while waiting for her to recover.
“I want another one, love. Give me another,” he muttered in her ear, as he quickened his pace, and his hand passed between them, his fingers beginning their dutiful ministrations to her clit once again.
This time their release came in unison, their bodies in harmonious agreement with one another. Draco collapsed bonelessly on top of her, and Ginny revelled in the weight of him.
It was a long while before Draco pulled out of her, leaving her with a lonely emptiness. They both dozed lightly; when Ginny woke a short time later, she couldn’t help but watch Draco while he slept. He was beautiful, sprawled nude on the bed. Perfect. Gods! He even slept with that satisfied smirk on his face. Ginny needed more.
“If you think you’re going to roll over and go to sleep on me, Malfoy, you’re very much mistaken.”
Ginny was pleased to note that although he was sound asleep, his erection had recovered quite nicely. She leaned over him and gave the engorged shaft a long lick, feeling it twitch to life as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Her hand began gently pumping his shaft while she sucked a velvety ball into her mouth, her tongue swirling and her lips softly teasing the loose skin.
“Merlin, woman! I sincerely hope you plan to make a habit of this.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ginny teased, then returned her attention to his cock, bringing as much as she could manage into her mouth with an exhaustive suck.
“Bloody hell! Yes! I’m going to look forward to being woken like this every morning.
Fuck yeah!...More of that!...Budgeting negotiations….much…. more….interesting… Oww…Watch the teeth, Weasley!...Oh…so...good… Brilliant…Brilliant woman!...Don’t stop…bit harder…Oh fuck…Remind me later to find out…how you…got sooo good at this. Think I need …to hunt down… and kill…a bloke or two….Fuck yes!...Gods, I hope you never… did this for Potter!...TEETH, Woman!”
Ginny revelled in the power she was wielding. She had the cool, calm, always in control Draco Malfoy quivering at her touch, and begging for more. Oh yes, she could get used to this!
“Ginny…love…I’m close…..I want to come inside you…please, love.”
Ginny quickly shifted her position and impaled herself on him; she moved her hips furiously, rotating them and pounding against him until he screamed her name and held her hips steady while he thrust into her from below. His release sent her crashing over the edge as well, and they both collapsed, exhausted, for the moment.
A long while later, she was cradled in Draco’s arms; he had pulled a down comforter over them. Draco was, once again, administering his attentions to her neck; Ginny was in heaven.
“Madame, will my services be required again this evening, or might I retire?”
“Oh,” Ginny sighed in a bored manner, “I think I’m done with you for the evening. I’ll expect you back on duty first thing in the morning.”
“Yes, Madame,” he said as they both snuggled down deeper into the bed. “Gin, what are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Not much, finish Christmas shopping.”
“Who do you have to shop for?”
“Just you.”
“I told you, I don’t need anything.”
“Well, you’re getting something, deal with it. What does one get Draco Malfoy for Christmas?”
“I need some gloves,” he said, deciding it was easier to give in.
“Alright.”
“Gin? Are you going home for Christmas? To your family?
“Of course.”
“Might I come with you?” he asked, almost timidly.
Ginny was stunned. “Are you mad?... I mean, it’s a bit quick, isn’t it?...I usually don’t bring men home to meet my family until I’m tired of them and want to send them bolting away from me…. You do remember, don’t you?...Six brothers, and Harry Potter…You remember Harry, don’t you?”
“Vaguely.”
“Then there’s my mother, who’ll immediately start planning a wedding, while dropping broad hints about how many grandchildren she’s expecting. Don’t you think that’s a bit much after only one date?”
“It was a very good date. Wasn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s why I don’t want to scare you away just yet.”
“I think you underestimate me. The fact is, I already know most of your family, through various connections. Your father and I get along rippingly; we share a love of Muggle cars. I’m on quite civil terms with all but one of your brothers. Potter and I see each other quite often at diplomatic events; we haven’t tried to kill each other in months. As for your mother, I can handle her.”
“You really want to?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Draco gave her a wicked grin. “Well, because I want to ravish you in your childhood bed, of course.”
Ginny giggled. “You do have a death wish!”
“About Potter; you don’t still…”
“No! We’re good friends; we dated briefly after Hogwarts. We’d go on a date and have a fabulous time together, and then at the end of the night we’d forget to kiss. Didn’t take us long to figure it out. We’re friends, that’s all.”
“What kind of idiot forgets to kiss you? That’s all I think about. Go to sleep. You don’t need to decide about Christmas now.” They snuggled together and were soon asleep.
Ginny woke with a start, and then a groan, and then a giggle. She looked up at the beautiful man smirking down at her and realized that she was woken by that man’s naughty fingers doing naughty things in naughty places.
“I love you,” Ginny said before thinking, and then she thought about it; this feeling didn’t seem new at all. How could she have not noticed it? “I love you.”
Draco smiled. “I was hoping I’d hear that again. I was hoping you’d say it again, while sober,” he chuckled. “I love you, too; I have for a while now.”
Draco began making love to her in earnest. “Oh, yes,” Ginny thought. “I can get used to this.”
The End.
Author’s Note & Recipe: This is a lovely and simple recipe, though it’s much better if you have Draco there to feed you!
LINGUINE WITH SCAMPI
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) butter
1 pound large uncooked shrimp, peeled, de-veined, and butterflied
4 large garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes
zest and juice of 1/2 a lemon
3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
1 pound linguine, freshly cooked
Coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper
Heat butter in a large skillet over medium-low heat until melted. Add shrimp and toss to coat. Add garlic, red pepper flakes, lemon zest, lemon juice, and parsley. Cook until pink and no longer translucent, 5 to 7 minutes.
Mound linguine in large bowl. Spoon shrimp mixture over and toss to combine. Serve immediately.
Makes 4 to 6 servings. (source Epicurious.com)
Author: Fresh Pickled Toad
Rating: NC-17
Recipe: Linguine with Scampi
Summary: Ginny awakes with a terrible hangover and a strange feeling that she’s missed something important. Her good friend, Neville, is behaving very strangely. Oh, Dear!
TITLE: Dining with Draco
AUTHOR: Fresh Pickled Toad
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Humor, Romance, Fluff
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing; I merely putter in JK Rowling’s rich world, for my own amusement, and hopefully the amusement of a few others.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wrote this story for the D/G Feast Fic Contest after being inspired by Sarea Okelani’s wonderful Portkey Party. I’m a smut virgin, please be gentle. Thank you, thank you, to Beulah Page for the Beta! Someday, I’ll get my creative punctuation under control!
SUMMARY: Ginny awakes with a terrible hangover and a strange feeling that she’s missed something important. Her good friend, Neville, is behaving very strangely. Oh, Dear!
Dining with Draco
By Fresh Pickled Toad
Ginny woke with a start, and then a groan, and then a gasp. The bright morning sunshine hit her between the eyes and made her feel as though her head would split in two. Her mouth felt as though she’d been chewing dried mud. She looked around; she was in her own bed, alone, and everything seemed in order. She sat up a little too quickly and waves of nausea and dizziness threatened to overcome her. She closed her eyes and waited for her head to clear. Water - she needed water. She slowly got out of bed to go to the loo, when she noticed that she was wearing only her knickers, and she felt a familiar twinge between her thighs that made her feel…thoroughly fucked. Ginny stood and felt the muscles in her thighs, derriere and even her calves stiffen; make that VERY thoroughly fucked.
Ginny was confused; the last thing she remembered was having a mildly amusing time at a Christmas party with her co-workers from the Department of Mysteries. She’d been talking to Neville, her research partner, about a new request for funding that they would present in the New Year. There were certainly no fuck-buddies in sight at this party. Neville? NO! Ginny loved Neville, but no!
Ginny drank several cups of water, which helped only slightly. She needed some answers; she quickly threw on her dressing gown and went in search of her flatmate.
“Hermione, are you home?” she called, cringing at the sound of her own voice in her head.
Hermione appeared from the kitchen. “There you are; I thought you’d never wake-up. Here, I suspect you need this.” Hermione handed her a potion, which Ginny drank gratefully.
The potion helped immediately; the haze in Ginny’s head cleared and she could finally begin to think. However, she still couldn’t remember.
“Hermione, what happened last night?”
Hermione looked concerned. “I was hoping you’d tell me, Ginny. I wasn’t at the party.”
“How’d I get home?” Ginny asked.
“It was two in the morning; I was asleep when I heard someone kicking the door. I opened it to find Malfoy, very drunk, with you passed out in his arms.”
“Draco Malfoy?” Ginny squeaked, her voice an octave higher than normal.
Hermione looked at Ginny incredulously. “Yes, Ginny, Draco Malfoy, do we know another? I asked him what was happening. He growled, in his own charming way, for me to mind my own business. He’s even more charming when he’s drunk, by the way. He asked where your room was. I pointed him towards it, he deposited you in there, and he left. That’s all I know.”
“He was in my room with me? Alone?”
“Yes, he slammed the door in my face.”
“How long was he in there with me?”
Hermione shrugged. “Five minutes at most.”
“Did you take my clothes off?”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “No, he must have done that. I looked in on you once he’d left; you were already in bed, all tucked in, unconscious.”
“What happened to me?” Ginny said in a panic, “I don’t even remember Malfoy at the party. The last thing I remember was talking to Neville. I’ll Floo Neville; he’ll sort this out.” Ginny moved towards the hearth.
“Ginny, wait, at least go shower and dress first. I’ll make you some toast, alright?”
“You’re right, thanks.” Ginny wandered in a daze towards the loo. She turned on the shower, and removed her dressing gown. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped; her neck and shoulders were covered in love-bites! There was no way that Hermione hadn’t noticed them. “Damn! It seems I missed a really good time! Please Gods, don’t let it be Malfoy,” she prayed.
A short time later, Ginny was bathed, dressed and feeling moderately better.
“Neville! It’s Ginny, are you around?” Ginny called into her Floo.
Suddenly, Neville Longbottom appeared before her; he was looking only slightly better than Ginny.
“Hi, Ginny,” Neville said timidly, looking as though he were about to flee, but Ginny didn’t notice.
“Neville, I need help! Do you know what happened to me last night?”
Neville’s eyes went wide. “You don’t remember?”
“No, nothing after talking to you about next month’s proposal. Neville, something’s very wrong here. Hermione told me Malfoy brought me home.”
“Yeah, I can see that happening. Ginny, you seriously don’t remember?” Neville’s eyes were getting wider and more panicked by the second.
“NEVILLE! You’re scaring me! What happened?”
“Hang on! I’m coming there.” Moments later Neville Apparated into Ginny’s front hall.
“Ginny, are you alright?” Neville said, giving her a hug. He then noticed the bruises covering her neck and a guilty cloud fell over his face. “Oh, Ginny, I’m sorry!”
“Did you do this to me?” Ginny squeaked.
“NO! Well, not exactly. You’d better sit down.” Neville sat next to Ginny with his head in his hands while he gathered his thoughts. “OK, we were talking about next month’s funding proposal, when Malfoy arrived at the party. He overheard us, and…well… you know how he gets with you; he started telling us that we were over-funded already, and that we would have to show more progress before we were given another Sickle. He did all the things he always does to push your buttons, and you fell for it, again. The two of you started going at it, arguing and yelling. I just wanted us to enjoy the Christmas party.”
“Neville, all of this is a normal day at work, so far. I don’t hear anything that would lead to this!” Ginny said, pointing to her neck.
“Well, Cirrus Finch pulled me aside and suggested that I might give the two of you a potion that he’d been working on; it was supposed to mellow you the tiniest bit.” Neville paused to gauge Ginny’s reaction.
“You slipped a potion in my butterbeer? You’re supposed to be my friend!”
“I’d had quite a bit to drink myself. It seemed like a good idea at the time! I only wanted the two of you to get along, really. You got along really well after that.”
Ginny was horrified. “Neville, what did we do exactly?”
“You…you stopped arguing,” Neville said hopefully.
“Neville!”
“You started snogging, and you eventually disappeared into the laboratory and charmed the door. That’s all I know; you were still in there when the party ended.”
“Neville, you will die for this, when you least expect it,” Ginny said quietly, completely earnest. “My career’s over! I can’t show my face at work again.”
“NO! Ginny, it’s not that bad! It was really late when Malfoy arrived; most everyone had left already. Hardly anyone noticed the two of you, really!” Neville was lying, desperately trying to save a friendship that meant everything to him. “Oh, Gods! I’m so sorry, Ginny.”
“Neville, please leave. I need to think.”
“Ginny, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please don’t kill me. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” Forlorn and heartbroken, Neville Apparated from Ginny’s flat.
Monday morning arrived far too soon for Ginny. She arrived at work early and ensconced herself in her office. She estimated that she had enough paperwork for at least ten days’ worth of hiding. Neville could fend for himself in the lab.
Neville stuck his head into her office periodically to see that she was alright. When she glared at him and told him to leave, he gave her a sad puppy-dog face that would have broken her heart if she weren’t so livid with him.
At noontime, there was a knock on her door again.
“Neville, I told you to stay away from me,” Ginny snapped.
“You haven’t told me to stay away, not recently,” a smooth voice came from the doorway.
Ginny’s eyes snapped onto the cool figure of Draco Malfoy leaning against the door jamb. He seemed to be carrying a tray of food. “I thought you might join me for lunch; we should probably talk.”
“About what?” Ginny said as casually as she could manage. She knew that the colour of her face belied the calm in her voice.
Draco smirked, entered her office and closed the door. He put the food on her desk and passed her a Greek salad and a sparkling water.
“How did you know what I wanted to eat?” Ginny asked.
“Simple. I asked the witch in the commissary what you generally ordered. She said you ate the same thing every day. You really should vary your diet more, Weasley,” Draco said, biting into his own sandwich.
“Is that tuna?” Ginny asked, unable to think of anything else to say. “You never struck me as the tinned tuna type.”
“I’m sure you’ll find me full of surprises,” Draco drawled.
“Why are you here, Malfoy?”
“I told you, I thought we should discuss what happened between us.” Draco’s eyes never left Ginny’s. Ginny found this very disconcerting; she kept expecting to see insincerity in his eyes, or mocking, or teasing. She saw none of these things.
“Perhaps you could tell me what happened between us.”
“Don’t you remember?” A dark shadow momentarily passed over Draco’s face when Ginny shook her head. “We made love,” Draco said simply.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Ginny snapped.
“Yes.”
Ginny closed her eyes and asked what she had to know. “Did we… did we use contraception?”
Draco shrugged and smirked.
Ginny exploded. “You think it’s funny! You think it’s funny that I could get pregnant from a one-night-stand that I don’t even remember!”
“Relax, Ginny! I’m kidding, it’s taken care of. You attempted a contraception charm, but couldn’t manage it; I finished it for you.”
“The fact that I couldn’t manage a simple charm didn’t tell you that I was in no condition to proceed?”
Draco laughed. “I wasn’t in much better shape than you, and you weren’t about to take ‘No’ for an answer.”
“What? Are you implying that I was the aggressor here? Hardly!”
“I’m not implying anything! I’m stating unequivocally that you were the aggressor, and I was the more than willing victim! Really, Weasley, if I’d known you had such a burning lust for me, I might have been convinced to scratch your itch years ago.”
There it was! There was the mocking and teasing she’d been expecting. Ginny could only sit there, gaping, her mouth flapping like a fish caught in a net.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she babbled.
“All evidence to the contrary,” he smirked.
“Did you have to remove all my clothes before you put me to bed?” She didn’t know why she asked, she just heard the question coming out of her mouth.
“I thought you’d be more comfortable. I’d already tasted everything there was to see. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Ginny descended further into her humiliation. He had the gall to sit there, eating his tuna sandwich, while saying these things to her, casually, as though they were discussing Quidditch!
“You’re very beautiful, by the way.” Draco was no longer casual; his tone was sincere, and he was looking at her in a way that made her unable to function.
Draco cleared his throat. “Well, you’ve hardly touched your lunch. I seem to be distracting you. I’ll go now.”
Draco stood, but rather than walking towards the door, he walked behind the desk towards Ginny.
“Stand up,” he said commandingly.
“Why?”
Draco merely took her hand, and pulled her onto her feet, and into his arms.
“So I can give you a taste of what you’ve so conveniently forgotten,” he said as his mouth descended onto hers.
Draco’s kiss set Ginny’s every nerve on fire. Ginny felt her lips part of their own volition. His hands roamed freely over her, as he kept her body pressed firmly against his own. Ginny wondered how anyone could be so demanding, yet so tender. Draco’s lips moved to her neck and Ginny’s head moved aside to give him greater access. Draco pulled away when he noticed the bruising on her neck.
“You really shouldn’t let your boyfriend gnaw on you like that, Weasley. You’re not a teenager anymore.” His tone was dry, but his eyes were laughing. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Ginny whispered, still numb from his kiss.
“Good,” he said placing a chaste kiss on her lips and pulling away from her. “And Ginny…” he said, waiting for her to meet his eyes, “there’s no way that was a one-night-stand.” Draco nodded to her and left her office.
Neville Longbottom watched Draco Malfoy enter Ginny’s office; part of him was terrified, another part hopeful. Neville hadn’t been completely honest with Ginny about the potion he’d given them. It may have been a little more premeditated than he’d let on.
Neville was not the type of man to take great risks, yet he’d just taken the greatest risk of his life, at least since the defeat of Voldemort. He was risking his friendship with Ginny, as well as their professional partnership. He was also risking the wrath of a man who easily had the power to destroy his career.
It all began nearly two years earlier, when Draco Malfoy assumed the position of Director of the Department of Mysteries.
He’d quickly gained the reputation of being extremely frugal with his budget. He made everyone account for every Sickle spent, and would mercilessly kill a project that wasn’t producing the desired result.
He made Ginny fight harder for her funding than he did anyone else; but in the end, Neville noticed, she always got what she requested. The sparks between them began to fly immediately, obvious to everyone but themselves. Their attraction to one another was stifled by age old animosities, not easily forgotten.
It became a waiting game within the Ministry to see when they would crack. A pool was formed to predict the date it would happen. Month after month passed and nothing changed. Draco and Ginny sparred almost daily, but nothing else happened. The pile of Galleons within the pool grew at an astounding rate.
Neville had felt it was time to act. The fact that he’d succeeded had made him an over-night hero within the Ministry, and provided him with enough money to buy Luna an engagement ring for Christmas, a big one. He hoped that Ginny would forgive him; he was sure she would eventually. After all, Ginny had stooped to even more devious means to get her brother and Hermione together at last.
Neville saw Draco leave Ginny’s office.
“Neville! Come here!” Ginny bellowed from within.
“Well, at least she’s talking to me now!” Neville grumbled as he went into her office.
“Hey, Ginny,” Neville said brightly as he took a seat.
“Don’t ‘Hey, Ginny’ me. Tell me exactly what you saw at the party! That imbecile is under the impression that I was the aggressor!”
“Well… I can see how he may think that. You were all over him.”
“Oh, Gods!”
“But he was encouraging you!” Neville added quickly.
“He thinks it’s going to happen again. He thinks he’s my boyfriend.”
“Would that be so bad?” Neville asked gently.
“What? To have the man who’s made my professional life a misery for the past two years as my boyfriend? Yes! That would be bad!”
Neville was treading on very thin ice; he knew that.
“Was your life really a misery? Doesn’t he always give you what you want in the end? Don’t you have a little bit of fun getting it out of him?”
“Get out, Neville! I can’t talk to you!”
Neville left Ginny alone in her office. If Ginny closed her eyes she could still feel Draco’s kiss all the way down to her toes.
Ginny picked up her fork and began to eat her salad. “Hmmpf, I never thanked him for buying my lunch.”
Tuesday morning was much like Monday. Ginny hid in her office, Neville covered the lab and did his penance. Draco showed up at noon, with lunch.
“I thought we’d try again,” he said, as he made himself comfortable; he hadn’t bothered to knock this time. “Maybe you can manage to eat in my presence today.”
“Sod off, Malfoy,” Ginny said, taking the salad he handed her. “Thank you.”
The conversation flowed into their normal pattern of sparring about budgets and the unreliable nature of research.
Ginny was surprised to learn that Draco was a deeply closeted Chudley Cannons fan. She even got him to admit that the team performance had vastly improved since her brother, Ron, had been made their Keeper three seasons ago.
When Draco left her office, Ginny felt a pang of regret that he didn’t kiss her.
Much the same on Wednesday.
“I’ll be in Glasgow for the remainder of the week,” Draco said as they finished their lunch. “I won’t return until Friday afternoon. I’d like to see you Friday evening, to cook you dinner.”
“You cook?” Ginny asked, truly surprised.
“I’ve been known to,” he chuckled.
“I always imagined you had house-elves for that, to cook and clean and to dress you.”
Draco raised one eyebrow inquisitively. “You’ve imagined house-elves dressing me? Weasley, your fantasy life leaves a lot to be desired. We’ll have to help you with that.”
Draco had once again walked around Ginny’s desk, and was standing over her.
“Stand up,” he said commandingly.
“Why?”
Draco merely took her hand, and pulled her onto her feet, and into his arms.
“Because I’m going away for two days, and you’re going to kiss me goodbye.”
“But I’ve just eaten onio…” Ginny’s protest was smothered by Draco’s very talented mouth. This time Ginny allowed herself to kiss him back, and she was soon wondering if she’d ever really been kissed before.
“You never answered me about dinner on Friday,” Draco reminded her, once he had sufficiently weakened her resistance.
“I’ll clear some time for you on my calendar,” she said weakly.
“Good, I’ll see you then.” Draco moved to leave, but paused at the door. “And Weasley, while you’re clearing your calendar, be sure to clear all night.”
Before Ginny could respond, he was gone.
Ginny had never felt anything like it; no one had ever filled her so completely. Her release hit her with a force she’d never imagined. She felt every muscle spasm to a point just short of pain. “Draco!” she heard herself scream. She was sprawled on the black laboratory workstation with her legs wrapped over Draco’s shoulders. He stood at the edge of the table pounding into her, a look of ecstatic concentration on his face; his release came as violently as hers. When he realized his legs would no longer support him, he joined Ginny on the table, collapsing on top of her. Once he had recovered sufficiently, she felt him kissing her neck and his warm breath against her ear. “Ginny…” he whispered, “I love you, too.”
Ginny woke with a start, and then a groan, and then a gasp.
“What was that? A dream, or a memory? It felt so real, he’d told me he loved me as if I’d said it first! I’d never tell Draco Malfoy I loved him. Would I?”
Ginny was in a muddle. She convinced herself that the incident, as she came to think of it, was meaningless drunken sex, brought on by going too long without a boyfriend, and a large push by a soon to be dead friend. However, on Thursday Ginny found herself in a Muggle department store buying a simple black cocktail dress, cut much shorter and lower than she would normally dare. Afterwards, Ginny found herself in the Weary Witches Rejuvenating Day Spa having every inch of her body buffed, plucked and softened. While there, she convinced herself that she could never date Draco Malfoy, and could certainly never love him. Once all that was decided, she stopped at the apothecary and purchased a contraceptive potion.
If pressed, Ginny had to admit that Draco was not the same spoilt, brutish brat she’d known in school. He was still a smug, arrogant, elitist snob, but somehow he made it work.
Neville had a point; Draco hadn’t made her work a misery. Draco had organized the department fairly and efficiently. She usually looked forward to their next budget battle, more eagerly than she did her next date.
“Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! I have every intention of becoming Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend!”
On Friday, the laboratory was virtually deserted; Christmas was the following Monday and most people had either taken the day off, or skived off early.
Ginny thawed relations with Neville long enough to take an extended lunch with him; neither returned to the lab afterwards.
Ginny returned to her flat and began to leisurely prepare for her…date. She wore her new dress and piled her hair loosely on her head. When she was ready, she evaluated herself in the mirror; she looked passable, but certainly not up to Malfoy standards.
Ginny emerged from her bedroom to find Ron and Hermione cuddling in the lounge. Ron let out a low whistle when he saw her. “Blimey, little Ginny’s on the prowl tonight! Who’s the lucky bloke, Gin?”
“Ron, what are you doing here?” Ginny snapped.
“Well, Happy Christmas to you, too! I’m spending some time with my girl, if that’s alright with you! It’s her flat, too!”
“Shhh…Ron, calm down,” Hermione soothed.
“She never told us who the bloke is,” Ron grumbled.
“If you must know, I’m dining with Draco this evening.”
Ron sat up suddenly. “You’re dating Malfoy?” he asked.
“Apparently,” Ginny responded dryly.
A slow grin spread over Ron’s face. “Who won the pool?”
“What pool?” Ginny and Hermione asked in unison.
After several minutes of pumping Ron for information, Neville Longbottom had several more nails in his coffin. Ginny didn’t want to spend Christmas in Azkaban, however, so the murder would have to wait until next week.
She knocked on the door of Draco’s flat at the appointed time. He lived in a posh wizard’s-only block of flats in London.
“Elitist git,” Ginny mumbled under her breath as she surveyed the opulent surroundings. “Hi,” she said quickly when she realized that the door had opened and Draco was watching her with an amused expression. He’d heard her grumbling; she was sure of it.
“Come in, Ginny.” He stood aside to let her pass into his flat. “Let me take your cloak.” Ginny heard his breath hitch as she removed her cloak. Ginny turned to meet his gaze and was delighted to see that she did meet Malfoy standards, after all. “You look lovely,” he said coolly, with fire in his eyes.
“Thank you. You look lovely, too. You should wear Muggle clothes more often.”
He was wearing a grey cable-knit jumper that matched his eyes, and charcoal wool trousers.
“Yes, well, you know, I had to find the simplest thing to wear; there were no house-elves around to help me dress today.”
“Funny.” Ginny was having trouble tearing her eyes off of him. There was only one way to solve that problem; she reached up, pulled his head to her level and kissed him soundly. He was startled, but responded instantly, kissing her deeply and pulling her into him.
They both relaxed immediately, as a silent decision had been made between them; they would move forward.
“I stopped by the Ministry when I returned at two this afternoon; not a soul was there. It seems that all my employees saw fit to shirk their duties today.”
Ginny giggled. “Don’t be a Scrooge, it’s Christmas! Scrooge is a Muggle term…”
“I’m not illiterate, Weasley, I know the reference!” he said, as he handed her a glass of wine.
“Sorry! One can never tell where you people draw the line.”
“You people? You know, never mind…sounds like a discussion for another day.” Any other day Draco would have gladly sparred with Ginny; he enjoyed stirring-up her passionate nature, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to stir her passions in a different direction.
Ginny was pleasantly surprised by Draco’s flat; it was spartanly decorated and very masculine. Everything was top quality, but strictly utilitarian; nothing opulent or pretentious in sight.
Draco had set a fire in the large hearth. There was a low table in front of the fire surrounded by pillows; their dinner was on the table.
“Are you hungry?” he asked softly, standing very close to her, his hand moving in circles on the small of her back; it felt surprisingly natural to Ginny.
“Yes, quite.”
“Have a seat, we just need to put everything together and it’ll be ready.”
Ginny removed her shoes and sat comfortably on one of the pillows on the floor, leaning against the sofa behind her. Draco sat next to her. He conjured a small fire under a pan set-up on the table.
“This reminds me, eerily, of Professor Snape’s Potions class,” Ginny giggled.
Draco chuckled, “I promise this will taste better than anything we ever made in that class. Put the butter in the pan, please.”
“All if it?”
“Yes, you need a lot, that’s what makes it good.” Draco added a large amount of chopped garlic to the melting butter.
“Now what?” Ginny asked.
“Now you kiss me.” Draco’s lips captured Ginny’s, and his hand wound in her hair behind her neck, as his tongue explored her mouth hungrily. It was only a kiss, but as Ginny felt the heat of desire pooling in her stomach, a soft, desperate moan escaped from the back of her throat. Ginny’s hands ran over Draco’s chest and back, the combination of the sinfully soft jumper with the hard muscle underneath made it impossible for Ginny to keep her hands off of him; she couldn’t seem to get enough of this man.
“Time for the lemon,” he said, pulling away from her, smirking at her whimper of protest. She watched him pick up a halved lemon and a wooden reamer; he pierced the lemon’s flesh with the reamer, and extracted the juice into the pan, twisting and squeezing the lemon in his strong hands until the last drop of juice had been wrung clean. Ginny gulped, she didn’t think she would ever juice a lemon again without getting turned on.
“Add the shrimp now,” he said, and Ginny obeyed, stirring the raw shrimp into the bubbling sauce. The shrimp cooked quickly, stiffening and turning bright pink when done. Draco added a handful of parsley and a bowl of cooked pasta to the mixture.
“Taste this.” Draco picked up a shrimp and fed it gently to Ginny’s lips.
“Mmmm…good…very good,” Ginny said, returning the favour and feeding a shrimp to Draco. He sucked Ginny’s fingers clean, and then produced two forks. They continued to eat out of the pan, sometimes feeding themselves, sometimes feeding one another, sometimes stopping for a long, lustful kiss.
“Did you know about the pool?” Ginny asked during a rare moment when her lips weren’t otherwise occupied.
Draco chuckled. “I was told yesterday, while travelling with Zabini. He’s quite put out; it seems that Blaise had his own plans for us on New Year’s week-end.”
“You’re not angry? I’m livid!”
“No, I’m thinking of giving Longbottom a raise. I got something I’ve wanted for a very long time.”
“You did?” Ginny was shocked. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I thought you hated me, that you still saw me as I was in school. It wouldn’t do for a Department Director to be mooning over an employee who despised him. I have a reputation to maintain; I am a Slytherin, after all.”
“Oh,” Ginny moved in for another long kiss. “I don’t think I hate you anymore.”
“That’s a start,” Draco chuckled. “Have you eaten enough?” Ginny nodded, and Draco banished the food into the kitchen.
“I got you something, in Glasgow. Happy Christmas.” Draco handed Ginny a small package, with an excited twinkle in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.
“You shouldn’t have.”
“Open it,” he said impatiently. Ginny grinned at his barely contained, boyish impatience and couldn’t resist teasing him further.
“You should know I’m a strict open-presents-on-Christmas-morning girl. I can’t open this yet.”
“We’ll try to remember that for next year! Open it, woman!”
“But I didn’t get you anything,” she said, delaying him further.
“But you did! You gave me the best Christmas present ever, when you mauled me last week!” he laughed.
“I didn’t maul you!”
“You did! There’s no other way to describe it! You had such a feral look in your eyes; I thought I’d be eaten alive! It was brilliant!”
“You lie!”
“Not at all,” Draco was giggling with glee, actually giggling. “You better get used to it, because you’ll never hear the end of it!” Suddenly, the Malfoy decorum returned and he commanded, “Open It!”
Ginny glared at him half-heartedly, and opened the package; inside was a pair of stunning earrings, emeralds.
“Oh!” Ginny gasped.
“I thought they’d be lovely with your hair; put them on.” Ginny obeyed. “Go see.” Draco pointed to the large mirror hanging nearby. Ginny was amazed at her reflection; the earrings were glimmering in the firelight. Draco wrapped his arms around her from behind and their eyes met in the mirror.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she whispered.
“That’s how I feel about you.” Draco’s lips moved to her neck, and Ginny sighed with pleasure. Ginny’s neck had always been most sensitive, she loved that Draco loved spending time there.
“Draco.”
“Hmmm?”
“I want to remember; make love to me.”
If Ginny had been in her right mind at that moment, she would have scoffed and pushed him away when she saw the smug grin he gave her in the mirror; however, Ginny was far beyond the point of no return, and that smug grin would have to be erased another way. Draco had already managed to undo the closure on the back of her dress. Ginny turned to him, and let the dress fall to the floor. Draco visibly gulped at the sight of her in only her bra, knickers and garter belt, all in Slytherin green satin.
“You’re over-dressed, Malfoy.” Draco’s jumper was off in an instant; he scooped her easily into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
“I think you deserve a bed this time,” he said as he gently deposited her in the middle of his huge bed. Ginny had no idea where her bra had gone, but Draco was already lavishing attention on her breasts, nipping and tugging at her nipples, while one hand swiftly disposed of her garter belt. Ginny felt a pang of jealousy flash through her; she was with a man who could unfasten a woman’s garter belt with one hand, without looking; that takes practice, a lot of practice. Draco sensed Ginny’s concern, and correctly guessed her quandary.
Draco grinned at her. “Slytherin boys’ dorm, we practiced.”
Ginny laughed. “I hope not on each other! Visions of Goyle in a garter!”
Draco groaned. “Witch! You know how to kill an erection!”
“Mmmm, I know how to bring one back, too.” Ginny swiftly divested Draco of his remaining clothes and he hissed as Ginny’s hand wrapped around his anything but depleted member.
“Wait…patience…witches first.” Draco sat up and disposed of her stockings and her knickers.
Draco returned his attention to Ginny’s breasts, gently teasing and suckling, while his hand started moving gently between her thighs. Ginny’s legs parted for him as his fingers explored her folds. Draco used two fingers to tease her clit; gently at first, then with more urgency, until her hips began to move to a primal rhythm. Those same two talented fingers slid inside her, matching her rhythm, while Draco’s mouth took over the duty of lavishing attention on her clit. Ginny relaxed and allowed herself to float away on a cloud of ecstasy. Draco instinctively understood where the line between pleasure and pain was for her; he nipped and pinched at her, bringing her the threshold of pain, but not quite. No other man had ever read her so accurately.
“Draco, please!”
“Please what, love?”
“Please…please fuck me…now!”
Draco entered her quickly and forcefully. Ginny gasped with pleasure. That feeling, so familiar, so perfect; she was made for him! She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him further into her, and then she matched his thrusts vigorously. Ginny’s orgasm came swiftly and furiously; she knew the screams and incoherent mutterings were hers, vaguely. Draco slowed his pace while waiting for her to recover.
“I want another one, love. Give me another,” he muttered in her ear, as he quickened his pace, and his hand passed between them, his fingers beginning their dutiful ministrations to her clit once again.
This time their release came in unison, their bodies in harmonious agreement with one another. Draco collapsed bonelessly on top of her, and Ginny revelled in the weight of him.
It was a long while before Draco pulled out of her, leaving her with a lonely emptiness. They both dozed lightly; when Ginny woke a short time later, she couldn’t help but watch Draco while he slept. He was beautiful, sprawled nude on the bed. Perfect. Gods! He even slept with that satisfied smirk on his face. Ginny needed more.
“If you think you’re going to roll over and go to sleep on me, Malfoy, you’re very much mistaken.”
Ginny was pleased to note that although he was sound asleep, his erection had recovered quite nicely. She leaned over him and gave the engorged shaft a long lick, feeling it twitch to life as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Her hand began gently pumping his shaft while she sucked a velvety ball into her mouth, her tongue swirling and her lips softly teasing the loose skin.
“Merlin, woman! I sincerely hope you plan to make a habit of this.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ginny teased, then returned her attention to his cock, bringing as much as she could manage into her mouth with an exhaustive suck.
“Bloody hell! Yes! I’m going to look forward to being woken like this every morning.
Fuck yeah!...More of that!...Budgeting negotiations….much…. more….interesting… Oww…Watch the teeth, Weasley!...Oh…so...good… Brilliant…Brilliant woman!...Don’t stop…bit harder…Oh fuck…Remind me later to find out…how you…got sooo good at this. Think I need …to hunt down… and kill…a bloke or two….Fuck yes!...Gods, I hope you never… did this for Potter!...TEETH, Woman!”
Ginny revelled in the power she was wielding. She had the cool, calm, always in control Draco Malfoy quivering at her touch, and begging for more. Oh yes, she could get used to this!
“Ginny…love…I’m close…..I want to come inside you…please, love.”
Ginny quickly shifted her position and impaled herself on him; she moved her hips furiously, rotating them and pounding against him until he screamed her name and held her hips steady while he thrust into her from below. His release sent her crashing over the edge as well, and they both collapsed, exhausted, for the moment.
A long while later, she was cradled in Draco’s arms; he had pulled a down comforter over them. Draco was, once again, administering his attentions to her neck; Ginny was in heaven.
“Madame, will my services be required again this evening, or might I retire?”
“Oh,” Ginny sighed in a bored manner, “I think I’m done with you for the evening. I’ll expect you back on duty first thing in the morning.”
“Yes, Madame,” he said as they both snuggled down deeper into the bed. “Gin, what are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Not much, finish Christmas shopping.”
“Who do you have to shop for?”
“Just you.”
“I told you, I don’t need anything.”
“Well, you’re getting something, deal with it. What does one get Draco Malfoy for Christmas?”
“I need some gloves,” he said, deciding it was easier to give in.
“Alright.”
“Gin? Are you going home for Christmas? To your family?
“Of course.”
“Might I come with you?” he asked, almost timidly.
Ginny was stunned. “Are you mad?... I mean, it’s a bit quick, isn’t it?...I usually don’t bring men home to meet my family until I’m tired of them and want to send them bolting away from me…. You do remember, don’t you?...Six brothers, and Harry Potter…You remember Harry, don’t you?”
“Vaguely.”
“Then there’s my mother, who’ll immediately start planning a wedding, while dropping broad hints about how many grandchildren she’s expecting. Don’t you think that’s a bit much after only one date?”
“It was a very good date. Wasn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s why I don’t want to scare you away just yet.”
“I think you underestimate me. The fact is, I already know most of your family, through various connections. Your father and I get along rippingly; we share a love of Muggle cars. I’m on quite civil terms with all but one of your brothers. Potter and I see each other quite often at diplomatic events; we haven’t tried to kill each other in months. As for your mother, I can handle her.”
“You really want to?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Draco gave her a wicked grin. “Well, because I want to ravish you in your childhood bed, of course.”
Ginny giggled. “You do have a death wish!”
“About Potter; you don’t still…”
“No! We’re good friends; we dated briefly after Hogwarts. We’d go on a date and have a fabulous time together, and then at the end of the night we’d forget to kiss. Didn’t take us long to figure it out. We’re friends, that’s all.”
“What kind of idiot forgets to kiss you? That’s all I think about. Go to sleep. You don’t need to decide about Christmas now.” They snuggled together and were soon asleep.
Ginny woke with a start, and then a groan, and then a giggle. She looked up at the beautiful man smirking down at her and realized that she was woken by that man’s naughty fingers doing naughty things in naughty places.
“I love you,” Ginny said before thinking, and then she thought about it; this feeling didn’t seem new at all. How could she have not noticed it? “I love you.”
Draco smiled. “I was hoping I’d hear that again. I was hoping you’d say it again, while sober,” he chuckled. “I love you, too; I have for a while now.”
Draco began making love to her in earnest. “Oh, yes,” Ginny thought. “I can get used to this.”
The End.
Author’s Note & Recipe: This is a lovely and simple recipe, though it’s much better if you have Draco there to feed you!
LINGUINE WITH SCAMPI
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) butter
1 pound large uncooked shrimp, peeled, de-veined, and butterflied
4 large garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes
zest and juice of 1/2 a lemon
3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
1 pound linguine, freshly cooked
Coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper
Heat butter in a large skillet over medium-low heat until melted. Add shrimp and toss to coat. Add garlic, red pepper flakes, lemon zest, lemon juice, and parsley. Cook until pink and no longer translucent, 5 to 7 minutes.
Mound linguine in large bowl. Spoon shrimp mixture over and toss to combine. Serve immediately.
Makes 4 to 6 servings. (source Epicurious.com)