The Dance of the Lion and the Snake
The loud roaring of a motorcycle hit his ears over the sound of his own blearing music. "Damn muggles…" he muttered as he turned to find the abominable vehicle, fully intending to give them his trademark Malfoy scowl. Just as it was starting to form on his face he stopped dead and a look of shock momentarily replaced it. Only for a second though, Malfoy's were never shocked.
What he saw was a small woman with flowing red hair cascading out of the back of her helmet, as she sat astride the cherry red crotch rocket beneath her. However, what caught his eye the most was the hair, it reminded him of the Weasley clan from school. "Rotten carrots." Is what he used to think it looked like, he smirked at the memory. But, this couldn't be the same skinny, shapeless Weaselette from school. Her body was curved like a woman's, her breasts were ample and her ass was nice in proportion. The hair was what made it the most clear that it was not her. It had golden highlights and was strait all the way down to her waist. It was also a richer red, not the orange mop that the hundreds of Weasley children seemed to have.
With a smirk he shook his head and looked forward to the stoplight in front of him. As it turned green his feet hit the clutch and the gas finding that perfect sweet spot between the two that would make his car rev slightly, and then shoot off going at high speeds instantly. But as he looked to his left the woman on the motorcycle was keeping up with his deep green Ferrari. He stared at her; incredulously boiling inside of him. Who dare challenge a Malfoy? But as he looked on she shot him a glance and they locked eyes immediately and it was like a boulder had knocked him over his pretty little head.
The warm chocolaty brown eyes were unmistakable; especially with that glint of mischief they held. It was the Weasley girl. Ginevra. She smirked at the look of utter shock she received before kicking her toe down and putting it into third and racing off. After gaining his senses again, he himself dropped the clutch and sped off after her.
Ginevra laughed for a moment at the sound of his souped up car coming nearer, but as she saw traffic ahead she swerved in and out of cars like it was nothing. After getting some rude hand gestures and yelled insults for cutting people off she was pretty far ahead of him. With a smirk on her plump lips she saw her work building ahead, looking grungy as ever so Muggles couldn't see; so turned into an alleyway and disappeared from the streets' view.
"Bullocks…" Draco muttered as he saw the woman speed off down the street. Once he got through the atrocious traffic and the traffic lights he made it to the spot where he managed to catch a glimpse of her rear tire disappear from view; but when he looked down the alleyway there was no one there except a beggar. With a disappointed sigh, he shrugged. "I will find you again Weasley…you just wait." He smirked and sped off to his own place of work, a building down the street.
Draco sat at his desk at work, on the highest floor in the building of Malfoy &Zabini Holdings. He currently co-owned the wizarding business, he'd opened it with his best mate Blaze Zabini after the war had died down and both of their names had been cleared. They did many different things, they helped people who had trouble with their bank accounts, they did wizarding stocks, and the like. They currently held very large contracts with the major businesses in the wizarding world, such as Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Gringotts Bank, and the Ministry of Magic. Although the wizarding world was still picking itself up off the ground after the war, putting pieces back together and trying to rebuild, Malfoy & Zabini Holdings was doing extraordinarily well. And because of this and the contract with the Ministry, Draco Malfoy currently surveyed an invitation he had received a few weeks before hand, from the Ministry, for a ball to celebrate the coming of fall. It was a Masque ball. The only reason he was currently looking at it was because his assistant Miranda had shoved it in front of him so that he would actually take a look at it. She had balls of steel that woman, he thought to himself. But he honestly would not know what to do without her, although he would never admit it. So, as he tossed it aside into his outbox he called, "Miranda! Call Madam Malkins and have them make me something for this ridiculous ball!"
"Already done!" She called back. He smirked and continued on to a contract he had been putting off for a couple of days.
"Ginny!" at the sound of her name her head snapped up just in time to see her bushy haired friend fling herself into her arms.
"Hermione! You're back from your honeymoon!" Ginny held her friend tight before releasing her and stepping back to examine her. "You know, you and Harry need to get it on more often…it looks fabulous on you." The red head smirked.
"Oh shush," Hermione swatted at her, but still held a very large grin on her face.
"So tell me all about it!" Ginny said excitedly as her and Hermione began walking toward the old elevator that would take them to their floor. During the ride up and on the way to their desks Hermione relayed her whole honeymoon to Ginny, who thankfully no longer had any feelings for the bespectacled boy who lived, Harry Potter, who was now officially married to the lovely Hermione Granger-Potter.
After Hermione was done telling Ginny everything, Ginny had to ask, "So how was he?" a smirk started forming on her lips as a blush crept up on the other woman's face.
"Gin, seriously, we're at work…" Although Ginny could tell that she was bursting to tell about her other more heated experiences on the honeymoon get away.
"Oh posh, nobody is listening." Ginny waved a hand of dismissal at the older woman.
"Ok…" She looked nervous for a moment before sighing happily and flopping back in her chair, "He was bloody fantastic. Gin I can't even tell you how many times we did it, I mean we're talking the bathroom, the bedroom, the-"
"Listen up everyone!" The bushy haired girls' lips immediately snapped shut as she turned her attention to their boss who was currently standing directly behind her, smirking; while Ginny sat laughing into her hand at the older woman's misfortune. He shot a smirk at Hermione before continuing, "Don't forget the ball that is coming up this Friday. I expect all of you to be there." There was a collective sigh around the room before he smirked once more, "You all get a small bonus if you go." And the mood in the room immediately changed to that of a loud chatter of what all of them were going to wear and what their masks looked like.
Ginny smirked and looked up at their boss, Gwin Phillips, before he turned to Hermione "So he was a good romp, eh?" The red head couldn't take it anymore, she busted up laughing as Hermione turned a brilliant shade of red.
"Ginny you're such a prat." She muttered as she turned back to her work.
"Oh come on Herm, the man is gay if anything he'd love to know about your experiences as well, since that's the most he'll be getting until the ball…" The red head laughed at the look on Hermione's face before Gwin walked over and ruffled the younger red head's hair.
"Now look here you…I will take away your bonus." They all laughed.
"Right right. I'm sure…" Ginny muttered as she continued to fix her red mane.
"Gwin, Ginny, what are you wearing to the ball?" Hermione asked quickly to keep them distracted from her sex life with Harry. She smiled innocently at the two before all three cracked up laughing at the indiscreet change of topic before continuing to actually answer the question excitedly.
"You know Ginny I'm not exactly sure why you're fussing so much about tonight…it's just a bloody ball." Hermione called from the outside of her friends bathroom door, she herself was already fully ready with her beautiful black flowing gown and mask in hand. "This is ridiculous I'm coming in there." She huffed and shot a quick Alohomora spell at the handle before walking in.
"I'm finished!" The red head said, twirling on the spot for her shocked best friend. Ginny wore a deep emerald green dress that was a halter at the top, and the back sunk down really low into a point, there was also a slit up the dress that came up to mid thigh. She smiled and winked at her best friend before grabbing her mask and gliding out of the bathroom and into the living room where the infamous Harry Potter sat waiting for the girls.
"I don't know how you walk so well in these bloody shoes…" Hermione mumbled as she followed her friend out.
"It's a spell love, or I'd be tripping all over myself tonight." Ginny smirked at the look of excitement on her friends face, "Do you want it as well?" Before the older girl could answer Ginny had her wand out and was casting the rather difficult spell to make her friends' stilettos more stable. "There we go." She muttered after a few moments and slid her wand back into a compartment in her dress that was pretty much invisible.
"Thanks Gin." She gave the girl a wide smile before they both turned to the bemused Harry Potter.
"Hullo Harry," Gin smiled and planted a kiss on both of his cheeks. "Where the bloody hell is my brother and his ugly ass date?" She raised an eyebrow at the messy haired man in front of her.
"Hi Gin, how are you? Oh I'm swell-"
"Yes I know you're swell, Hermione told me ALL about your honeymoon." She smirked and waved a hand at him as he blushed and shot a glance at Hermione who was conveniently very interested in a plant next to her. "Now, where is Ron?"
"He should be arriving soon, you know he's always late-" And at that moment a loud crack hit the room and standing before them was the red head they had been talking about.
"I am not that bloody late you wanker!" Ron said while laughing and giving Harry a one armed man hug and a pat on the back.
Ginny just raised an eyebrow, "Where is your date."
"She should be here momentarily." And alas, another loud crack filled the room and there stood a woman only Ginny had met and however beautiful she truly was, Ginny hated the witch because she used her brother for money, gifts and the like.
"Ah Esmerelda, so wonderful to see you again." Ginny said, smirking at the woman, not making any move forward to greet her.
"Ginevra, always a pleasure." Esmerelda said dismissively.
A dark look came over Ginny's face as the younger woman said her full name. She began to take a step forward before Ron stepped in front of her and toward his date, "Well shall we go?" He said quickly.
Ginny sighed and shot a glare at her brother before another crack was heard followed by four more, and they were all gone.
The group walked up to the door of the venue and handed over their invitations before walking inside the elaborately decorated hall. The long hallway was illuminated by little lights in the wall and it opened up into a very large ballroom. Charmed glittering leaves fell from the ceiling and the roof of the ceiling showed a starry night sky. All the elegant decorations on the walls and tables were warm colors of gold, copper, bronze and a deep red. A small orchestra sat in the corner playing classical tunes as couples were already dancing out on the dance floor. Ginny smiled softly as she felt the rest of the group come up beside her. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Hermione muttered.
As Ginny's eyes traveled around the room, they finally landed on the bar nearby. A smirk formed on her lips as she said, "Yes, yes it is. Excuse me for a moment…" She walked down the stairs as the other two couples followed at their own pace and found a table to sit at. Ginny threw on a sultry smile as she saw the cute bartender and walked up to the counter.
"What can I get for ya love?"
"I'd like a martini, dry with two olives."
"You got it." He winked at her and continued to make her drink. She paid for the drink, promising to come back later before she walked off to greet some friends from work and continue to chat with the various people she knew. A couple hours into the ball and a few martinis later, Ginny was actually starting to have a good time. She was smiling and laughing with a group of friends including her brother, his horrid date, Harry and Hermione. She felt a presence behind her before he even spoke.
"Might I have this dance Weasley?" He said in her ear in a deep voice.
Ginny smirked slowly and turned around to answer him. "I don't know Malfoy, do you even know how to dance?"
He smirked at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes, "Too scared to find out?"
A laugh fell easily from her lips, "Of course not, Hermione love, would you mind holding this for a minute?" She asked as she held out her drink.
"Of course not…" Hermione took the drink and watched with a bewildered expression as her friend walked out onto the dance floor with none other than the flying ferret. He immediately took her hand and spun her around before pulling her close and flowing into the steps of a waltz.
"Your motorbike is slightly obnoxious Weasley, it matches you well."
She laughed before answering, "Oh you like that did you?" She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "And It looks as if you need to learn to drive your Ferrari…" His smirk deepened as he spun her and dipped her down low before bringing her back up, flush up against him. An electric spark ran through her body and a smile tugged at her lips as her mind went reeling, concealing her surprise, "You're not too shabby a dancer Malfoy."
"Neither are you Ginevra." Her smirked as he felt a chill roll up her back. She normally hated when people called her by her full name, but when he said it, it sounded delicious. The song came to a slow stop and they separated to clap lightly. She threw him a smirk and before she could say anything he took her hand and kissed her knuckles softly. "Hope to see you soon Red." And he turned around and walked off the dance floor and out the large double doors.
She laughed and shook her head before heading over to her circle of friends, "That was odd…" Hermione muttered as Ginny got close enough.
"Yeah, I know." Ginny raised her eyebrows at her friend before downing the remainder of her martini and ordering another one from a waitress passing by. Meanwhile, Malfoy had aparated home, having had enough of the pointless ball. He had a tumbler of firewhiskey in hand, his tie and jacket lying on his desk while he sat staring into the fire. He had been watching her ever since he'd arrived. The red head was beautiful and despite having known the lanky tomboy in school, he wanted her now; the sophisticated, self confident, cocky woman she had become. She was a vixen and he loved it.
"Excuse me lads, there is a beautiful young woman I must dance with…" He muttered, while breaking out of the crowd of men he was surrounded by. The men muttered unintelligibly as he walked away and headed towards the sexy red head he'd just spotted. Ginny glanced over in his direction as he began walking over and as they caught each other's eyes she smiled and turned halfway towards him. By now she had downed quite a few more martinis and was feeling pretty good, despite the run in with Malfoy lingering in the back of her mind. Once close enough he smiled at her, "Would you like to dance?" he asked, his thick Irish accent rolling off his tongue.
"Love to." She murmured back, as he began leading her out onto the dance floor. Once on the dance floor he took one of her hands and placed his other hand on the small of her back, feeling her warm skin under his fingertips.
"I'm Jack by the way."
She smiled and looked up at him, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ginny."
"You are looking radiant tonight, by the way."
"Why thank you…" She smirked slightly and their conversation continued on. They danced for three songs, neither of them wanting to stop as they were enjoying each other's company and heat between them.
"I'm having a small get together with some friends after the ball, would you like to join us?"
A sultry smile snaked its' way onto her lips, "I would love to. Let me grab my purse." He nodded and smirked as she walked away. As she approached her friends she smiled, "Guess who's getting laid tonight." She winked and smirked, leaving her friends in a tizzy as she walked over to Jack.
"Ready?"
She nodded, "Lead the way…" Once they got outside they side along apparated to the front of his flat. He took out his keys and let her walk in first before following her in.
"Would you like anything to drink love?"
"What do you have?" she asked while looking around, his flat was fairly good sized with two floors, a large living room and kitchen; a full sized bar and private hot tub on his balcony.
"Wizard and Muggle alcohol, pretty much everything.
She smirked, "How about a martini?"
He matched her smirk and began making the drink, "My martini will be the best you ever have, you'll be ruined on any other martini but mine."
She laughed and walked over to the bar and leaned against the counter, giving him a nice view down her dress. "We'll see about that." He chuckled as he poured her drink into a glass and pushed it towards her. She gave him a sultry look before taking a sip. "Mmm…that is quite delicious, and strong." She smirked, "Trying to get me sloshed, hmm?"
He smiled, "I told ya. No, just to get you to start feelin' good." She shook her head and took another drink as he poured sherry on the rocks for himself. As he started to take a sip about six people walked in the door rather loud and laughing. "Ah, welcome lads." Jack said while smirking. "Help yourselves to the bar, and kitchen and we'll gather on the patio." He walked around the bar and put his hand on the small of Ginny's back and guided her outside as the rest of his friends helped themselves to the bar. They soon joined the two outside and they all began to get to know one another. After a couple hours of laughing and drinking heavily, Jacks' friends began to leave and apparate home. Once they'd all gone Ginny turned to him and smirked, "Well I suppose I should be leaving as well…" Although she had absolutely no intention of doing so.
"How about a dip in the hot tub?" he gave her a sexy smile.
"I don't have a bathing suit."
"I have one that I believe my sister left here. I've washed it obviously, and you two are about the same size."
"Alright."
He smirked and showed her to his guest room and went to the dresser, he got out the bikini and handed it to her before winking and walking out. She slipped out of her dress and heals, complete with a little stumbling and laughter and put on the gorgeous bikini. It had no straps on the top and ties on the sides of the bottom, it was black with gold sequins in a triangle on the top. Once she was done she walked out of the room and onto the patio where he waited for her in the hot tub. He gave her a once over and smiled, "You look sexy." He murmured as she got in the hot water. "And I like the tattoo and piercing."
"The piercing I got with my best mate, and the tattoo I got after the war." She had a naval piercing and four tiger lilies tattooed up her ribs.
"Nice, I got mine after the war as well." He turned around and a giant Celtic cross covered his back.
"Wow that's beautiful." She lightly traced her fingers down his spine and he turned around to catch her hand. He kissed her palm, then her wrist, her shoulder and he finally released her hand to tilt her chin up and lay his lips on her own. The light kiss quickly turned into a very heated full out snog. They sat in the hot water snogging and running their hands all over each others finely chiseled bodies for a while before he swiftly picked her up, bride style, and carried her into his room and laid her on his king size bed. He crawled up her body slowly, kissing his way up her legs, her stomach, her breasts, chest, neck and to her lips. Her hands found purchase in his hair and her body arched up into his, the heat radiating off each other. Their swimsuits quickly found their place on the ground; moaning and heavy breathing filled the air as the night only continued to get hotter between the couple.
The next morning Ginny woke up fairly early, hear head on his chest and their naked bodies pressed up against each other. She smiled softly before untangling herself from him, she glanced back at him and he just rolled over. A smirk pulled at her lips before she put her dress back on and headed out, being as quiet as possible.
As she stepped into the shower of her apartment she let out a sigh of relief, being hungover was not the greatest feeling in the world. But the feeling of her tense muscles after some damned good sex took her mind off of it. As she went through the motions of her shower she heard a ding, letting her know that someone had just walked into her front door. With a sigh and a shake of her head she got out and grabbed her robe before walking into her living room. "You know Ron, you could knock before just waltzing into my flat." She said while putting her hands on her hips, looking remarkably like her mother.
"I could…but then again I am family, and your older brother. I have privileges." He smiled innocently at her and both their heads turned towards the door as it opened once more, the ding being heard throughout the house. "Harry mate! Good to see you!" Ron nodded towards his best mates, Harry and Hermione as they walked in through the front door.
Ginny rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air before walking back into her room to change into some clothes and finish getting ready, muttering something about people knocking and ringing doorbells on her way. Just as she'd gotten her robe off and her jeans on, her bedroom door flew wide open, "I swear to Merlin Ron I'm bloody well changing you pain in the-" She was starting to say angrily while covering her chest and turning around, but stopped dead, "Oh Hermione love. Could you explain to me why the male population has no respect for my privacy? I mean really both of them just waltz in here like they own the place…Shit…" She muttered smiling while she put on her bra and t shirt.
"You know they only do it to get your knickers in a twist." Hermione said while laughing.
"Oh hell…" Ginny muttered, thinking back.
"What?" Hermione asked curiously as she sat on her friends bed. "You guys didn't…?" She asked motioning to the bed, having second thoughts of sitting on it.
Ginny smirked, "You'll never know doll." She laughed at the horrified look on her friends face before waving a hand at her, "You know I never a bring a shag back to my flat unless it's an ongoing thing."
Hermione threw a pillow at Ginny and gave her a rather rude finger before continuing, "So what did you forget this time?" She smirked.
"What do you mean? How the hell did you know I forgot something?"
"Gin, I know you better than that. What did you forget?"
"My knickers…my favorite ones too, bastard." She shook her head and threw a smirk at the older girl before walking out of her room and strait into Ron who was standing right in front of her door, his hand raised to knock. "Oh don't tell me, you were going to knock?" She said in a monotone.
"Yeah you little git," He put her in a head lock and started ruffling her hair, "There's an owl for you."
"You bastard!" She screeched before shoving him off and into the nearest wall, "Don't mess with me." She said pointing a finger at him before walking into her living room to see a jet black owl just sitting on her counter holding out it's leg. "You couldn't even take it off? You're evil…" She muttered to both boys, who were now currently sitting on her couch with the telly on, watching the Muggle sport football. "Who's on?" She asked while detaching the letter from the owl and giving it a treat before it flew out her open window.
"England and Italy."
"Go England…" She muttered as she began tearing open the seal and reading the letter. A smirk slowly started pulling on her face as she read farther down. A laugh escaped her plump lips and Hermione looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Malfoy. He wants to have dinner Sunday night."
"Excuse me?" Ron asked, turning his gaze from the telly to look at his little sister. "I don't think so." He said while turning back and taking a handful of crisps and shoving them into his mouth.
"Ron you're disgusting. And you're getting crumbs all over my couch! You are cleaning that up you bloody pig!" She said, once again doing a perfect impression of Molly. "And I will be going actually. Want to see what the ferret is up to…" She threw a smile at Hermione before taking the tea the girl offered to her.
"WHOO! A SCORE FOR ENGLAND! THAT'S RIGHT ITALY! STUFF IT!" Ron and Harry yelled while jumping up, dumping the bowl of crisps all over the floor.
"RON!" Ginny screeched at the same time that Hermione yelled "HARRY!"