What precedes the story
(Summary of the chapter that inspired me to write my story)

Ginny tries for an umpteenth to get Hermoine to date Ron. Yet again Hermoine throws off the invitation with a shaky excuse. Ginny will no longer take her friend for granted and follows Hermoine when she sets off to her engagement of the evening.

She finds her friend in the company of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. It seems the three of them are an item. Ginny who's hidden underneath the invisibility cloak, witnesses unnoticed a big part of their love game.

Hermoine is sent away by the two men, before they confront Ginny with the fact that they know of her presents. They tell her off for spying on Hermoine and ask her to stop pestering her with dating Ron.

The story starts after Ginny has been send away by Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape.


Chapter 1

Ginny had not apparated far. In her confusion of what she had just witnessed and her anger at being so stupid for being captured, she had only managed to get just out side the cottage's protecting charms. She went over the sickening sights she had just seen.

How could this have happened? How could Hermoine have gotten so close to those two horrible men? How could she love them? And why had she not confided in her? Was she not one of her best friends? Of course, it would have been difficult to have taken it, especially because she tried to entice Hermoine for Ron.

A wave of anger struck her again. Malfoy and Snape! Those brethren of evil, so called spying and fighting for the Order all along right at the moment when it seemed more then certain Voldemort wouldn't stand any longer. How she discussed those two. And Hermoine simply loving them, pleasing them.

She looked at the cottage and to the surroundings which she had not taken in before. It seemed a perfect get away, secluded from curious eyes by what seemed a park like feature. She took in the place carefully, trying not to miss a single detailed before concentrating on her destination an disapparating.

"Mornin' love"

Ginny had just entered the kitchen. Harry kissed her lovingly on her hair. Why did he always have to kiss her on her hair?

"Morning." She fell down onto the nearest chair and summoned a cup of tea her way.

"You turned and tossed the entire night, Ginny. Is something bothering you?" Harry put a plate in front of her with some toast and her favourite marmalade. She grunted thanks and started putting marmalade onto her toast. She hadn't slept well at all, she kept seeing Hermoine with Malfoy and Snape before her eyes like a movie that was set on repeat.

"Have you spoken to Hermoine lately?"

Harry sat next to her taking her in. Ginny was annoyed by the way he did that, like he had to remember every little pimple and wrinkle on her face.

"Harry?"

With a sight he took the napkin that laid next to Ginny's plate and started fumbling with it.

"No, I haven't… Well not really. I saw her the other day in that little café, you know the one we meet in occasionally during lunch." He always had to elaborate over things, didn't he. "When she saw me, she greeted me briefly and made her apologies, hurrying back out."

He took a string of hair that had fallen into her face and put it behind her ear.

"bit funny. She only just got in."

Ginny nodded, she did not have to get into the matter more deeply with Harry.

"Have you already asked her if she'll go to dinner with us and Ron?" Ginny nodded again and took a bite of her toast. "She's not coming, is she?" Ginny shook her head, looking Harry into his eyes.

"She can't, she's got things to do. You know the line by now." She stood up and with one flick of her wand the dishes she had just used for breakfast flew towards the sink and started cleaning themselves.

She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water started to fume, Ginny looked into the mirror. It was however not her face she saw but again the images of the night before. She shuddered. A knock on the door made her jump. Harry opened the door.

"I'm leaving for work. No chance of meeting in the café today?" she shook her head. "See you tonight then. I'll be a bit late, I've got a staff meeting." He kissed her softly and pressed her tightly to his body before he left the room. With a deep sight Ginny stripped her nightdress off and slipped under the hot stream of water.

Completely refreshed from the shower, Ginny stepped out of the house pushing the pram in front of her. James was sleeping quietly, sometimes balling his little fists. She was taking him to her mother, and after she would attend to her appointment. A little smile curled around her lips, as she thought about her appointment. It had been so long since she had seen him now, she could hardly wait to drop of the little Harry in miniature.

Of course as usual her mother had tons of new gossip and wanted to make sure her daughter was not forgetting that she was now a house wife, that groceries had to be done and other stuff. And had she not seen the new catalogue of Weaslies Whittle Wizards and Witches, the shop Fleur had opened after Victiore was born. Fleur had rattled on about the fact that Britain simply did not house fashionable enough stores to dress her little girl, and had starting to design a children's line herself.

Molly had of course seen numerous little outfits in which James would simply be the most cutest baby in the world. Nodding at the pictures her mother was showing her and only hearing half what Loovegood had done this time to disrupt the entire neighbourhood, including the Muggles, she made her apologies and left the Burrow. Finely free of all her responsibilities she walked with a new spring in her walk to the outskirts of the garden and turned on the spot.

Ginny had apparated into a dingy alleyway in the midst of London. With a light happy smile over her lips she set off to the cosy little café around the corner. As she entered she saw she was first, but that only gave her the possibility to choose the table. She choose a small table almost in the back of the place, secluded from the street and the new costumers by a little wall with plants and flowers on top of it. She had told the waiter to show her date to the table when he arrived. Ginny sat herself down with her back to the entrance, it would otherwise only make the time go by more slowly as she sat staring at the door, waited for him. She did however not have to wait for long.

"Misses Potter, always a pleasure to see you."

She smiled, but resisted from turning to him at once. She heard him take of his cloak.

"Get us a cup of tea and some of your finest pastry."

While Ginny heard the waiter hurry off, she felt a hand sweeping back her hair.

"You seem not to have missed me too much" His voice so close to her ear in such deep whisper, made a shiver go down her spine. She felt goose bumps rising onto her arms as the shiver made his way down. His lips touch her neck briefly and soft.

"Mister Malfoy, you know very well that I have missed you, but I am merely withholding myself from leaping into your arms and drawing to much of attention," she turned round and looked him into his eyes, "please sit down."

Draco sat himself opposite of Ginny and took her hand. Ginny looked at that hand upon hers. How long had it been since Harry had taking her hand lovingly into his.

The waiter made them startle for a second, when he excused himself to put down the tray with their order. Draco took out his wallet and paid the waiter. Ginny had to withhold herself from laughing at Draco's unease about Muggle money.

"What did that little gitt look at? I handed him money did I not?"

Ginny merely smiled. She took her cup of tea and let the scent take her away before she sipped from the cup. She put it back down, while taking in her lover.

He had the same eyes has his father, piercing and fierce. As he came closer to kiss her, she noticed with a little jolt of terror the same hunger in his eyes as she had seen in his fathers when he was reaching out for Hermoine last night. It wasn't exactly the same hunger, though. Lucius had looked at Hermoine with passion, even a little glint of love had swirled in his gaze. Draco's look was hunger rather than passion, lust rather than love, she thought, feeling a little hurt. There relation however was then of course only based upon lust, love had not so much to do with it, Ginny thought regaining from her little moment of despair.

Ginny had after all only south out a man who could fulfil her like hers could not. No matter how much she loved Harry, how much she had craved for his love and attention, it all seemed so stupid and calf love like after they had spend their first night together. She had dreamed him a lover full of passion, who could make her escape all earthly emotions by mere touch. Unfortunately, he had been very clumsy, and much hadn't improved after that first time.

It had not been on purpose that Ginny had turned to Draco Malfoy, Harry's worst enemy still. It had been mere coincidence. But Ginny had not felt sorry by her choice. The urge to still overshadow Harry Potter at every little thing, made Draco Malfoy the perfect lover for her. It was more then his pleasure to please Misses Potter to her utmost joy and she had found that the mere mention of Harry's name, aroused Draco only even more to her greatest pleasure.

The thought of Draco's lustfully and passionate touch made her come back to the table in the little café where she was sitting across of him.

"Lets finish our tea and go to that cute little hotel a bit further," she made sure Draco caught the glitter in her eyes before she took her cup to drain it.

Ginny laid next to Draco, who was snoring. How could this have happened? She had missed his passionate, rough touch for over a month now and yet it seemed as dull as the tender loving Harry gave her. She had craved for the passion she only knew from Draco, but it seemed not to have done the trick this time. Was it because she had noticed the resemblance between Draco and his father, that she had not been able to enjoy his love making? She knew the answer to that question. Her lover had not seemed to have this pure sexual radiance she had seen with his father. The passion she thought to have with Draco seemed so mechanical after the passion she had witnessed from Malfoy senior. Draco was a boy toying around in comparison with his father.

And all of a sudden she felt jealous in a way she hadn't felt for a very long time now. She got out of bed and pulled a sheet around her. She walked to the window and gazed into the distance. She saw to tops of the trees of one of Londons many parks and for the umpteenth time she saw the movie of Hermoine laying between Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. She didn't feel revolted anymore, but jealous. Yet again her friend had what she craved for so longingly.

Years ago, at Hogwards, Hermoine had been on speaking terms with Harry, while she could only stare at him. How clumsily had she tried to win Harry over, only to fail. After he had saved her from the Chamber Of Secrets, she had thought all her hopes lost. She had felt jealous when Hermoine had told her to focus on other boys. Even though Hermoine had told her it was to create a wanting from his side, Ginny had thought her to want him for herself.

That had been her biggest fear, at that time, for Harry to have fallen in love with Hermoine. But that had seem nothing to worry about. The competition laid not with Hermoine but with that stupid twit Cho. Sure she was a good seeker and had some nice moves, but still she was nothing for Harry.
Ginny had even all most given up hope after that summer of the Wold Quidditch Cup. He acted as one of her brothers, like she needed another.

A loud snore came from the bed, she looked round. What had she ever seen in Draco Malfoy? Had he not always just been active and looked alive if fun was suggested, but fell a sleep right after.

With a sight she turned back to the window.

She had changed her tactics after Harry had started things up with Cho. She was determined to make him jealous. So she tried and got close to guys of Harry's age, who he had class with. That apparently had worked. She had seen the fury in his eyes when he and Ron had caught her and Dean behind that tapestry. She had seen in his eyes what she had wanted for so long; an urge to get her, to be hers.

A smile had curled onto her lips, sure she was cheating on her husband but only to keep the love and tenderness between them alive. An alarm went off in the insides of her clothes, it was time to pack up and attend to her house wife's duties.

Silently she dressed, when she was finished she crouched down near Draco and kissed his pale blond hair. "Untill we meet again, love." As quietly as she possibly could she left the room, hurried down to the lobby, onto the street, to the alleyway she appareated into. She turned on the spot and was gone.

Ginny woke up with a shot. She looked round to the clock on the bedside table. She had dosed off while waiting for Harry, who had just gotten into bed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you" He took her into his arms and kissed her on her hair.

"It's OK. You are allowed to wake me in the depths of night" She snuggled up to him and smelled him. Naughty ideas sprang up in her mind.

"Goodnight sweetheart" Harry extinguishinged the light in the room.

Ginny closed her eyes and with another intake of his scent, she summoned the images of Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape and Hermoine back before her eyes. She had grown accustomed to reliving the night not watching Hermoine, but being her.

Both men are older, so much older then she, but the idea of their strong hands on her body as she had seen them on Hermoine's body, made her quiver. Their bodies had been so deliciously firm. Even though it had revolted her at the moment close to gagging. She now wished she had touched those strong muscular body, pressing kisses into there necks, allowing them to touch her.

She turned her head up to Harry and kissed him passionately. Lust was burning inside her. Harry was clearly taken aback by this, but Ginny didn't care, she wanted Harry to be that passionate lover she had always dreamed him. She wanted him to touch her and kiss her with the same lust she had seen Lucius and Snape kiss Hermoine. She broke with his lips only to continue to his cheek, his neck, his ears. She smelled his hair, his scent. With the fantasy still burning on her inner eye, she felt aroused by his scent.

"Ginny" She felt Harry's amazement at her action. She pushed him down. She untangled herself from his neck and scent and crawled on top off him. She could feel his arousal. She dived back into his scent pressing kisses al over his neck and upper body. Her hands moved over his body, her fingers desperately searching for the buttons on his pyjama's. His hands found hers, they however did not guild or help her near any buttons, but stopped them in their track. He pushed her up, so he could face her.

"What's gotten into you?" Ginny could read the question marks in his eyes, he did not understand what is was his wife wanted from him.

"Ginny, its late. I'd love for us to continue, but I had the most exhausting day and after, I had the most aggravating and nerve racking staff meeting. I need to work the morning shift tomorrow so I would like to get some descent sleep." Harry pushed Ginny off him.

Ginny had retorts lining up in her head, but knew that none of them would do to make Harry understand how much he had just hurt her. She got angrily out of bed and pulled a blanket out of the closet.

"Well have a nice night then, Ill be in the guestroom!" and she stormed out of the bedroom, leaving Harry to stare at the empty doorway and the empty place next to him in the bed.

She was so furious with Harry that she had stormed out, rather then throwing him out of the bed. It was a nasty little habit she had inherited from her mother. She frowned, why did she have to resemble her mother in so many ways? She noticed that feature more frequently lately.

How had she hated her life when she was younger, the youngest of seven children. Even worst, the youngest sister to six brothers. They had always had the annoying habit of unnecessarily wanting to protect her from danger. Not to mention her parents, who had been so happy with a girl at last. She was tried like a little doll by her mother for so long. She had always admired her mother when she was little, handling six boys and her father. But it soon had become annoying that her mother always had to be right. She would of course never mention this to anyone, but it still drove her crazy.

Again she felt a jolt of jealousy. Hermoine was an only child, she would always have gotten all the love and devotion of her parents, she didn't have to share. She had gotten new robes every year, not to mention the tons of books, all brand new, while Ginny was left with hand-me-down robes and books. Ginny sighted, how had she always envied Harmoine. She seemed to always have what Ginny so craved for. Even now, with not one but two perfect lovers.

She got up and strolled to the desk set right under the window. She picked up the quill and scribbled a note to Hermoine, asking to meet her tomorrow for lunch. She entrusted the note to tawny barn owl and send him out the window. As she passed by the bedroom on her way to the guestroom, she heard Harry snoring loudly.