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Courtly Love
In the days of knights and chivalry there existed courtly love. Marriage was not for love or by the choice of the spouses, but for money and by the choice of the spouses' fathers. Love did not exist in the marriage but outside of it by means of courtly love. Tokens could be exchanged, sweet nothings could be whispered, and letters could be sent by the lovers. But if they physically expressed their love, all hell would break loose.
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The sun shone down on the pristine Greek seascape. Blue skies, green grasses and trees, white beaches, and a turquoise ocean were all indications of a beautiful, fairytale happy-ending afternoon. Ginny stared out the window at the exquisite day from her home-centered family practice. It was a change from the dreary chaos back in England, but a peaceful change at that. As she called in her last patient for the day, Ginny couldn't help but think, "I don't deserve this."
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Blaise Zabini tossed his cloak into the hands of a house elf as he stepped out of the hearth and onto the carpet of his front parlor. He had had a long day and he was most definitely happy to be home, or where he now called home. He and Ginny had moved to Piraievs (a magical town just outside of Athens), Greece. The war was taking its toll on Ginny (or that's at least what he told himself whenever he started to miss rainy London). It wasn't as if he didn't have the money. Blaize provided a beautiful home for himself and Ginny. The rather large town house had more than enough room for two people to live comfortably. It included a spacious office for Ginny to start a family practice and a gorgeous roof-top balcony for the couple to host parties for Blaise's associates and friends. House elves and a personal chef were also provided by the Zabini's at the request of Mrs. Zabini. Just because he loved a Weasley didn't mean that Mrs. Zabini was going to deny her son or teach his beloved about the finer things in life.
Blaise wandered around the first floor until he found Ginny. She was relaxing on a chez lounge on the back porch. The sun reflected some golden highlights in her fiery red hair that she had left pinned back from her day's work. Completely unaware of the fact that she was being watched, Ginny chewed on her bottom lip as she pondered over what she was reading. Blaise chuckled at the sight of his girlfriend, causing her to sharply look up.
"Do you know how adorable you are?" Blaise asked as he joined her on the lounge and kissed her soundly.
"Yes, I do, but only because you remind me – oh – every hour or so," Ginny sweetly answered. "How was your day?"
"Long. How was yours?"
"Boring." Ginny absent-mindedly began tracing patterns up and down Blaise's chest through the fabric of his shirt. He tucked a red curl behind her ear and brought his lips to hers.
"Well we're just two peas in a pod, you and I," Blaise whispered. He trailed kisses along her jaw-line and down the slope of her neck, nipping periodically, coercing a throaty moan from Ginny. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she brought his eyes level to hers. "Do we have to go out tonight?" she pleaded.
Ginny had a love/hate relationship with the ritual. Every other night, or sometimes every night, the 20-something year-old children of the wealthy and powerful met. These dinners were anything but casual. They would dine on extravagant food and top off extremely expensive bottles of champagne. This elite group was more often than not joined by celebrities. Ginny loved the rare occasions when Viktor Krum would attend with Hermione in tow; however, she hated the company of the upper-crust. Her old school mates brought her comfort while most of the attendants gave her awkward glances. Though Blaise's money was an old inheritance, she was still considered nouveau riche.
Ginny pouted ever so slightly and ruthlessly wriggled beneath Blaise. It was her show now. She kissed from his chin back to his ear and grazed the lobe with her teeth. "No dress robes. Just the two of us. We can have dinner in bed," Ginny breathed. "Just think of it." She continued to nip at the sensitive flesh just below her lover's ear while whispering the dirty deeds they could do, accentuating her intentions by rolling her hips. Her hands were about to reach for his belt when Blaise caved. "Alright! But one of us should floo Pansy and tell her we're not coming."
"I'll do it, but Blaise…" she pulled him closer (if at all possible) by his tie, "take me to bed or loose me forever."
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In Pansy Parkinson's lounge of her ideal beach villa sat many a man of different nationalities each with a cigar and drink in hand. A particularly quiet blonde observed his surroundings from a wingback in the corner. He had polished off his scotch an hour ago but declined any offers for a refill. He had a busy day at work the following morning, so he claimed. Not to mention he enjoyed watching the group adamantly chat through sober gray eyes. Draco was awaken from his day-dreaming when he felt a strong hand clamp on his shoulder. He stood up to shake Viktor's hand.
"Ready to leave? You can come with Hermione and me if you'd like," he asked with only a hint of an accent.
"Yes, thank you," Draco handed his drink to the balding man servant who had been waiting on them all night. These stuffy, sophisticated affairs always drained him, and he was ready for a good night's sleep.
The two men met Hermione in the foyer, collected their cloaks, and together they bid good night to Pansy. While the day had been pleasant, a cold wind whipped in off the sea from the west. It was getting unseasonably cold for early fall in Greece. Draco crossed his arms against his chest to gain warmth.
"I really thought they'd be here," Hermione apologized to Draco placing a gentle hand on his arm. "She normally jumps at the chance to go to these things, if there's a slight rumor that Viktor and I will be there. Well, we had better be going." Draco nodded and smiled slightly as Hermione kissed his cheek. He offered his hand to Viktor.
"She'll be at the next one for certain," Viktor added in a low whisper. "Hermione's going to take her out to lunch tomorrow. It'll all work out. G'night."
The couple disapperated with a barely audible pop and sympathy in their eyes. Draco hated sympathy, but he was appreciating his alone time on the beach. No, he hadn't seen Ginny tonight; however, it could have been worse. Someone could've told them he was here. Blaise certainly would have found him by now if he knew. For Merlin's sake he'd been living in Greece for a month now! An entire month and he had yet to see Ginny. Draco decided it was high time to get home. Ginny could wait.
Author's Note: Sorry about the spelling error on Blaise Zabini. I was misinformed. Obviously "Take me to bed…" is from Top Gun. Chapters 2 & 3 should be coming within the next couple days. Chapter 2 is already written (hand written, which Helen, Savannah, and Katie find annoying to read ha-ha), and Chapter 3 is in my head. Ok, go review!