Author's Note: Well this will be my first fanfiction that I've ever written. I know it won't be that great but bare with me. It's my first go! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Now that Ginny Weasley is engaged to the perfect Quidditch star of a boyfriend. She thinks it's time to end her affair with Draco Malfoy. It's a simple decision, Oliver will save her from her bad-girl tendancies and they'll live happily ever after. But Draco seems to know the side of Ginny she's afraid to unleash. She's been dreaming of the perfect love her whole life, but will she figure out who she found it with before she loses both Oliver and Draco? Based roughlyon the book Love Like That by Amanda Hill.

Of Quidditch and Sarcasm

By: TheDuchessOfDarkness

Prologue

I snuggled closer to the man lying next to me in my bed. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head against his chest. Almost immediately, his arm slung over my shoulders, pulling me tighter against him. I smiled against his chest. These were the moments that I lived for in my life, holding the man that I love, just feeling his embrace. The man next to me brought out the good that I harbored deep inside. He rescued me from myself; he makes me want to be a better person.

Just as I was falling into a stupor, there was a light tapping at my window. Who in the world would be sending owls at three in the morning? I looked over at the man who was asleep. It was rare to have him home with me, being so busy with Quidditch tournaments and matches meant never seeing him, unless he miraculously found a break. I sighed and flung back the covers, grabbing his button up shirt on the way to the window. After I had secured one button on the shirt, the owl flew through the window, and zoomed around my head. Immediately, I recognized the owl.

I grabbed his leg and snatched the parchment tied around his ankle. The bird went mad and began to squawk. Cursing under my breath, I threw the bird out of the window, not giving a care if he fell to his death. Then, I ripped open the letter held together with a wax snake.

Ginny,

Pansy is away for the weekend, tending to more Gringott's banks in France. Owl me.

-Draco

P.S. Say "hi" to Wood for me.

I rolled my eyes. The nerve of him, he knew Oliver was here all of this week. The prat was not to contact me at any case. I ripped the parchment into shreds and threw them out the open window. Knowing Draco as well as I do, I knew that he wouldn't end with just one owl. He would send them until I replied, and if I never did, he would bang down my door. Well, he would at least if Oliver wasn't in town.

I ran a hand through my hair and walked over to the desk on the other side of the bedroom. After I pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, I scribbled back a message prick.

Draco,

Go find someone else to screw while Pansy isn't here. My boyfriend is in town.

-Ginny

I opened the cage to let out Gwen. I tied the letter around her ankle and opened the window for her. Satisfied with my response, I smiled to myself. But as I turned around and saw Oliver lying in my bed fast asleep, my smile seemed to falter. There was the man that I had been deceiving for more than a year and a half. Right after we had met and began our courtship, Draco Malfoy came into my life.

As I was sitting in my desk at work, welcoming all owls for my boss, Silvia Monson, a man in very fine dress robes came strolling into the lobby. One look at him and I could feel my pulse accelerate. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but he had an aura around him that oozed power, self-confidence and control. He looked familiar. I kept trying to hold onto my quill, writing out responding owls, but just knowing the man was in the same room as me made my hands sweat.

"If I have something to drop for Silvia, would I leave it with you?"

I looked up from my parchment, and my jaw dropped. After a few incoherent mumbles, I somehow managed to nod my head. How idiotic could I be? It's not like I had never talked to a boy, excuse me, man in my life. My family was full of them, and I had my fair share of boyfriends, but for some reason, I was at a loss. The man smiled at me, and all of a sudden, my senses snapped back.

"Yeah. I mean yes, you can leave your, erm, package with me. I'll make sure that Silvia gets it," I nearly shouted.

"And why do you think it's a package I'm dropping off?"

I bit my lip, "Well, if you were just delivering a simple letter, you would have sent it with an owl. Anything else would go inside a box to be delivered, hence you bringing in a package."

As if on cue, he dumped a package on my desk. "You've been at this job far too long."

"And you look as if you've just left your bride at the alter," I snapped back.

He looked at me, quite taken back. Maybe he was surprised that I would talk to him in such a harsh tone. He quirked an eyebrow at me and rested both hands on the desk.

"What did you say your name was again?"

"I didn't."

"Ginny! What on earth are you doing! Quit fraternizing with that bloke and get back to the owls!" Silvia yelled from her office.

The man looked down at me and sneered, "Come to lunch with me." It wasn't a question, it wasn't a statement, it was a command, and I was happy to oblige.

"Nah! I'm taking my lunch break now, Silvia!" I shouted to my boss. Boy, was I in for it when I got back. I shot the man a smile and stood up from my desk. I had never been so bold to my boss in my entire life, but this man seemed to take away all rational thought from me.

"Now since I'm going to lunch with you, will you tell me your name?" I asked as he held the door open for me.

"Well I would have thought it was obvious Weasley."

Instantly I recognized that voice. It was a miracle that I had not noticed it before. But before I could say anything Draco Malfoy had slung his arm around my waist and apparated us away from Monson Event Planning.

Lunch with Draco wasn't as unbearable as I was expecting. He was actually good company. And to find that we had loads in common wasn't as horrifying as I would have thought back in my fifth year. We both shared a dry, sarcastic humor, and together we were unbearable. When he walked me back to my office, we stopped at an ice cream parlor.

"Um, Malfoy, I just wanted to let you know, that I kinda have a boyfriend. It's nothing serious, but I just thought you should know."

Draco looked up from his ice cream and sneered, "You didn't think that was a date did you? No bother, I have a girl friend too. Anyways, we're just going to be friends. Right Weasley?"

Just friends, that's all there was to it. He had a girlfriend. I had a boyfriend. Plain and simple. He kept me company while Oliver was away on Quidditch business, and I was his friend when Pansy Parkinson was out of town or busy. But after spending a good two months as just friends, we eventually became friends with benefits. Not that my feelings for Oliver had changed, or that he was no longer my boyfriend. I just had needs that couldn't be filled with my boyfriend gone for the majority of our relationship.

It began one night after a party and far too many shots of firewhiskey, Draco had walked my drunken self home. Once we managed to get into my flat that I shared with two other girls, he led me to the bathroom. As I lay hunched over the toilet barfing my brains out, he held my hair for me and rubbed my back. Of course this is the only thing that I remembered that night. But when I woke up in the morning, and turned to my side, there he was fast asleep.

A small smile appeared on my face, and I crept out of bed, not wanting to wake him. Who knows how late he stayed up to wait on me? I brushed my teeth, and took a shower, when I came out in my towel. He was lying on the bed, hands tucked underneath his head.

"Did the shower wake you?" I asked as I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him.

He shook his head, and then sat up. I found this rather odd, because usually I can't get him to shut up, but at that moment, I couldn't get him to talk. I gently touched his arm, and he looked at me.

"Hey what's wrong, Draco?" I whispered.

Sneering at me, he brushed my hand away, and then after what seemed a slight hesitation, placed his hand on my bare shoulder. He began to rub small circles on my shoulder, and then his hands found his way to my back.

"You want to know what's wrong Ginny?" He asked. He didn't wait for me to respond, but continued on. "While you were in that shower, the only thing that I could seem to think about was joining you and screwing your brains out."

I laughed, thinking he was just joking, for he usually joked about becoming sexual with me on numerous occasions. But when I looked up at his eyes I knew that he was serious. Suddenly a fire lit up in me, and I wanted nothing more than to make his words true.

"I could always get back in the shower." I said as I dropped my towel and walked back into the bathroom. Draco wasn't far behind.

And so it had continued for nearly two years. When Oliver and Pansy were not around, Draco and I would see each other, screw each other, and do everything together. But when Oliver was in town, or Pansy was with Draco, we didn't know each other. It was just that easy. Oliver had never formally met Draco after graduating, the same with Pansy and myself. For them to suspect Draco and me of having illicit relations would be slim to none.

As I stared at Oliver, after I had rejoined him in bed, I couldn't help but wonder why he was still with me. I had to be the most dishonest woman he had ever met, and yet, he still showered me with love and adoration that I didn't deserve.

One night, while I was with Draco, the guilt I felt when I was with Oliver had found me again while I was with Draco. I couldn't help but feeling sick at my behavior, and I had begun to cry. He woke from his sleep and wrapped his arms around me.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

I couldn't answer him, I couldn't let him know the guilt I was feeling. When we first slept together, Draco and I agreed that we would not let our sexual relations get serious. But deep down, I knew that we were already far too serious.

"I don't know," I whispered back to him.

I felt him nod, and he pulled me closer still. Then he did something I never expected. He kissed me lightly on the forehead and found my hand, and laced his fingers through mine.

"Ginny?" Oliver whispered groggily.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too."

"I want you to get some sleep, okay? I've got a big day planned for us tomorrow. I don't want to waste any time we have together these two weeks alright?"

I nodded my head and snuggled closer to him. The only thing that could make me feel better was having Oliver wrap his arms around me.

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