Disclaimer: I own nothing ,this is for fun.

AN: Some elements may seem familiar, I borrowed loosely from the movie The Mummy. This was originally supposed to be 800 words about being too tired to do something, but I got carried away. Enjoy and review.

The Anniversary

Draco Malfoy, the only heir to the vast Malfoy fortune, and arguably the most spoiled man on earth had but one true joy in the world. He loved sex. From his first experience on, he had been a connoisseur of the pleasures of the flesh. Many thought he would spend his life following this infatuation, but that was before he had met Ginny Weasley. There was something so intoxicating, so alluring, and so addictive about her that no he longer just loved sex. He only wanted to make love to his beautiful witch. So, ten years ago he did the unimaginable. He married her.

He had reveled for years in new and inventive experiences with Ginny. She was his equal in everything behind closed doors. Outside of the bedroom they flourished as well. The couple had two beautiful children, and blooming career. Money was never an object for them. Draco had inherited all of the Malfoy wealth, and a large percentage of the Black holdings as well. Therefore, he was able to indulge his wife in the pursuit of anything her heart desired.

Ginny Malfoy was a complex woman. She had an adventurous side, a wicked sense of humor, a keen intellect, and a love of the ancient world. She would take Draco around the world in search of antiquities from the Ancient Magical World. Mrs. Malfoy had become one of the foremost authorities in such areas. Every find she made and adventure she had, Draco had been at her side. They were known the world over.

Their tenth anniversary arrived in what to them had seemed like the blink of an eye. Every night for them was special, but an anniversary was a whole different thing. Draco always went above and beyond to ensure that he and Ginny had perfect celebrations. For months he had planned exactly how they would commemorate this milestone year. Not that he didn't know what they would do. The scenarios and settings may vary, but he knew they would end up tangled in a heap of sheets rather sated after a night of complete ecstasy. He was sure that this tenth anniversary would be the best ever. To him, their marital relations were like a fine wine, getting better with age.

The morning of June twenty-sixth arrived, and the handsome wizard set about putting the finishing touches on his great plans. Ginny had been called into work for a few hours. Since the children needed their full attention, she had decided to work with the Grand Wizarding Museum of History and Antiquities in London. She was in charge of all acquisitions and holdings. The job was prestigious, demanding, and fulfilling to her. Though Ginny was limited to a few on site expeditions a year, she gladly traded them for time with her family. The "hour and a half, tops", she had promised she'd be this morning would give him just enough time to pick up one last gift. Though Draco had already spent a small fortune on her gifts, he thought she needed a bit more. They had been in Diagon Alley the day before, and Ginny happened to comment on how bright the jewels in one window of Caulfield's had sparkled. She had not specifically mentioned any piece, in actuality she was put off that the light was blinding, causing her to stub her toe. The point was that his wife mentioned a jewelry store window, and she was getting everything in that window.

With his trinkets bought, Draco headed over to the Museum to claim his lovely bride. The day was still young and bright. As the sun shone brightly overhead Draco knew that it would be a perfect day. He could see it now. His vixen would run to his arms with a loving kiss, and they'd whisk away for a romantic adventure. He had arranged for the children to stay with his best mate Blaise and his wife Luna. A Portkey would take them to a lovely Greek island. Ginny had told him about it months ago. Apparently besides being one of the loveliest pieces of earth created, it was the legendary site of a mythical ancient spring. Ginny had spent hours explaining all of the intricacies of the myth one night. Draco knew that would be perfect for her. From what he could tell, there was a nice mix of Muggle, yes Muggle development and magical isolation. Sex on the beach, a little voice in his head whispered. They would spend the day exploring the island and each other, while he showered her with gifts.

Anticipation grew as he made his way to Ginny's office. The museum had become a second home to them over the years, and he had many fond memories of interludes in many of the nooks and deserted corners. Oh, how he loved his life. He arrived in front of the office, and turned the handle, ready to claim his bride.

"Hello, Gin my love, are you ready to go now?" He announced, robustly striding inside. "Gin, where are you?" No answer came. Draco looked around perplexed; there was no sign of his wife.

"Oh, Draco, dear, you're here." A melodious voice piped up from behind. The surprised wizard turned around to see Ginny coming through the same door carrying a stack of tomes. Taking the large bundle from her arms, he walked with her to the desk.

"Happy anniversary, kitten." He said, kissing her. "Ready to get started, then?"

"About that," Ginny started with a glint in her eye. "We have a problem. Dr. Montisahoff has agreed to come to the Museum. You know how long I have been working on that deal." She began to go on. Draco was worried; he knew the manic sparkle in her eyes. When his wife got turned on to a certain idea she was a force to be reckoned with. He had to distract her and quick, otherwise his plans would be for naught.

"That is wonderful, indeed luv. Why don't you tell me all about it when we get to our surprise destination?" He suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, hoping she would take the bait.

"Destination, what, oh, no, Draco," the determined witch protested. "He is going to be here in two days. I have so much work to do."

"Ginny, it is our anniversary, and you are the boss." Draco could feel the disappointment beginning to swell. He knew far too well that once this witch's mind was made up, that was the end to it.

"Darling, I know it is." Ginny wrapped her arms around her husband, and pulled him to her. They shared an intense kiss. Pulling back, she added, "Happy anniversary my love." He did it. After ten years, Draco had finally deterred his wife from one of her hell or high water missions.

"I have to take care of this place, though. This visit is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If Dr. Montisahoff likes the facility enough he will stay. Life will be easier for us, I swear. This is for the museum and for us." That was it. Ginny's mind was made up. They would be spending the day at the office.

"Alright, then, let's get to it." He relented. "There can't be that much. We will make a game plan, delegate jobs, and be out of here before you know it." This might not be the day he pictured, but he was sure that some part of it could be savaged.

"There is really only one area that needs attention. I have Desmelda working on everything else." Ginny began. "The library needs recalibrated."

"Is that all?" He laughed. "Wow, Gin, I was really worried, but that is just one room. We can take care of that in no time flat. A few quick spells should resort everything, and we can be off" Draco's spirits were lifting.

"No, Draco, it is not that easy." Ginny laughed at her husband's naiveté. "The library has to be recalibrated in a very distinct way. There are so many magical tomes and artifacts in there that one cannot go about using common spells to right it. That room contains magic that is so ancient and so powerful that mixing it could be catastrophic. We must do everything without magic."

"We cannot use magic?" The wizard paled at her words.

"Exactly, and it gets worse. The last two people to use the library were our lovely children." Ginny added, almost sheepishly. Draco knew that did not bode well.

As far as he was concerned, he had the world's most perfect children. Alexander and Christophe were an ideal blend of him and Ginny, and well, they were Malfoys. At nine years old, the two were already exceptionally bright wizards. The twins had been offered early acceptance to Hogwarts the year before, but Ginny could not bear to let her babies leave home yet. So the pair could usually be found whiling away the day in the museum library. Their extensive natural intelligence and ability coupled with the vast museum information created two outstanding children. Neatness was not akin to genius, though. The twins had a special way of studying that usually laid waste to a room. The library was no different. They had arranged it to be conducive to their methods of studying.

"Why can't you have your staff take care of it?" Draco protested.

"Two reasons, I am the authority in that room. I know where everything goes, and how it needs t be, and our children made the mess." Ginny explained in a matter of fact way.

"Let's get started." He drearily acquiesced.

Two hours later, Draco found himself amongst a pile of books covered in dust. Shaking a kink from his neck, he let his thoughts wonder to more enjoyable activities. Perhaps he could convince Ginny to play a game of naughty librarian. He was mid-fantasy when the grand fireplace sparked. Soon, a bright green flame was emitting from the hearth. The frantic disembodied head of Blaise Zabini appeared.

"Draco, mate, are you there?" The handsome wizard called out. "The emergency contact spell you gave me brought me here." At the word emergency Draco leaped to his feet and was at the fireplace immediately.

"What's wrong, the boys are they alright?" Concern was evident on Malfoy's face.

"They're fine," Blaise hastily assured, "but Luna, she's gone into labor!"

"What, I thought she wasn't due for another month." Ginny heard the commotion and came over.

"She's not, but hey, the other two were early as well." Blaise added. "I am sorry, but I need to get to St. Mungo's, so I need to send the boys back."

"Draco Malfoy! You mean to tell me that you sent our boys over to Luna when she is liable to have that child any time?" Ginny began to fume at her husband.

"Your parents are in the States, all of your brothers are scattered about," Draco began defending.

"Oh, never mind now." She waived him off, turning her attention to the stressed out detached head in the fireplace. "Blaise, have the boys Floo over here, and get yourself and Luna to the hospital. Thank you so much, good luck, and forgive my dolt of a husband."

Within minutes, two adorable boys were standing in the library. The twins were built much like their father was at that age. Alexander and Christophe resembled their father, but had enough of their mother's genes to soften their features. Each had a mop of strawberry blond hair and grey eyes.

"Hello, boys." Ginny greeted them each with a hug. "Did you enjoy seeing Aunt Luna and Uncle Blaise?"

"Yes, mum." Christophe answered.

"Aunt Luna was so funny," Alexander continued, amused. "She kept yelling and swearing at Uncle Blaise.

"She threw a shoe at him 'cuz he wasn't moving fast enough." Christophe finished.

"I am sure it was amusing. Now, we need to get to work. This library needs to be recalibrated to the museum standards." Ginny gave her boys instructions. As long as they were there, and had made part of the mess, they should help. Besides, Draco was right, they had few other options.

Unlike his father, Draco openly and truly loved his children. He enjoyed spending time with the twins. Their unexpected arrival though, was not what he had in mind for today. As he looked around the library he saw mountainous piles of work. Then, he caught sight of Ginny. She was busily searching through a stack of tomes. A triumphant glint sparkled in her eyes, as she found one in particular. She was a sight of sheer beauty. Streams of sunlight bounced off her glorious red hair, giving her a luminous aura. That smile was intoxicating; it was one of the many reasons why he loved her so. Despite the surroundings and circumstances of their day, he was still happy. He got up and began to make his way to her side to give her a glimpse of just how happy he was.

A loud crash stopped him in mid-stride. He turned around to find the source, only to be horrified. The twins stood beside a wobbling bookcase twelve feet high. Before Draco knew what was happening, the precarious shelf toppled into the one next to it causing a domino effect. One by one, massive filled shelves fell to the ground. Tomes, parchment, and scrolls flew everywhere in an avalanche of dust. Any and all progress they had made in the previous hours was lost.

"For the love of Merlin, boys!" Draco yelled.

"It's alright," Ginny quickly interrupted. She knew her husband was at the end of his rope, and did not want an ugly scene with the boys. Draco was normally a wonderful father, but he had been really pushed today. "Boys, go ahead to my office and order something to eat. Desmelda will take you to pick it up." The twins rushed away.

"I'm sorry, Gin. I didn't mean to yell." He apologized wearily. "I don't know what to do with them sometimes. They could destroy millennia of work in minutes, I swear. If Voldemort had come up against them the war would have been over like that." He shook his head.

"They are a handful, I know." Gently, Ginny rubbed his tired shoulders. "How are you making out?"

"I know you enjoy this, but it is exhausting." He admitted, reveling in her touch. "This is not the anniversary I had planned."

"I am sorry, dear. As soon as we finish I will make it up to you." Ginny began placing small kisses on his neck.

"Gin." Draco warned. After anticipating a glorious day of making love to his wife, only to be confronted with reality's mess, any physical contact threatened to undue his restraint. "Come, now, don't start that which you aren't ready to finish."

"Alright, then." She stopped kissing, and gave him a pat on the bum. "We'll get back to that later. Now, let's start on this mess.

The next twelve hours became a blurred haze for Draco. On some level, the twins' disaster had been beneficial. The bookcases were clean slates, ready for organizing, or at least that's how Ginny explained. Each and every text was personally put away by one of the Malfoys. Eventually the twins returned, and were a surprising help. Realizing their dad was on edge they towed the line remarkably. They had all managed to conquer the disaster. There were only a few more piles to sort.

It was well past two in the morning, and Draco's eyes were burning from reading, his arms throbbed from carrying, and his back was killing him. The twins had gone off to Ginny's office hours ago to sleep. The Malfoy heir had sat down at a research table and without realizing nodded off. He awoke to Ginny gently shaking him.

"Draco, luv, wake up." She purred in his ear. Draco's ears perked up. He knew that tone of voice. That was Ginny's I'm in the mood whisper. He opened his eyes groggily to look at her. There, in the middle of the now perfectly calibrated library stood his wife, Ginevra Malfoy, in all her naked beauty. She wore nothing but the new jewelry he had bought her that morning.

"I thought that we could enjoy our anniversary now." She whispered seductively as she climbed into his lap. "You were such a help today, and I wanted to thank you for it, and the presents." Ginny leaned back so he could catch a glimpse of her new necklace as it dangled between her breasts.

Any other time Draco would be pouncing on her right now. He loved nothing more than when she acted coy, it literally drove him wild. Right now, though, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. Noticing his sluggishness, Ginny wiggled her bum on his lap while lightly suckling his ear, hoping to peak his interests. It was to no avail.

"Here, come with me." Ginny coaxed. "See what I have set up." The petite witch dragged her tired husband over to the corner. She had gathered some blankets and pillows from tucked away areas to make a cozy little nest. "I left instructions in my office that we are not to be disturbed when anyone comes in this morning. We have this whole place to ourselves. I wonder what we can get into." She added coyly.

"Mmmm, comfy." Draco murmured as he ensconced himself in the pillows with Ginny beside him.

"Here, let me show you how happy I am to be married to you." His kitten wrapped herself around him, slowly grinding against his body suggestively. A tried and true method, she knew. In a few moments they would be ablaze in each other's touch.

"I love you, too, Ginny." He yawned. "Really I do, but I am too tired. Must sleep, make love in the morning." He promised as he went unconscious.

"I thought I'd never see the day." She joked. "You did well today, luv, thank you. Sleep well." With that she kissed him softly on the lips, covered them up, and drifted off to sleep with her loving husband, dreaming of the morning.

The end.