Hey everyone. I'm just getting back in the groove of things so let me know what you like/dislike. I'm going to try to post a little more each day, chapter by chapter. I wasn't sure if Drarry is still relevant, but then I reminded myself that it will forever be relevant for as long as magic exists. I have a dirty mind, so it's going to be a -dirty story. (Just not this first chapter, yet) Bon Appetit.
She didn't know what to think anymore, brain numb and quiet as she looked at the two men. Yes, her plan had worked. Harry was happy and smiling again, eyes shining behind those ridiculous round glasses that drooped down his nose. He had put on a little weight. Her mom had nagged him about eating more ever since they were children and had implored Ginny to pile his plate with generous portions at every holiday and family gathering. His lanky body couldn't hold the calories, Ginny had thought. But now, seeing him smiling across at his lover, she realized that she just hadn't made him happy enough. All of her friends in happy marriages had put on a few kilos, but here she was losing weight without trying.
Malfoy had even started to bulge around the middle, she thought, though he tried to stay fit with regular Quidditch matches. The two men were happy together and she was there to witness, a silent observer, smiling at the jokes, nibbling her own food, but separate from the action as she had always been in their school years. At first she had that if this arrangement made Harry happiest, then this is what she would do for him.
But now, watching Malfoy spoon a bite of pea soup into Harry's mouth settled a lead weight in her stomach and a fire ran down her throat. It was Christmas, for Merlin's sake. Christmas was for them, husband and wife, not hangers-on. Not extra boyfriends or coworkers. They didn't even go to the Weasley family festivities until the following day. That had been Harry's only holiday request. He didn't have traditions to fall upon, but "I want this holiday to be ours and ours alone," he had said on their first Christmas as husband and wife. But here was Malfoy, licking Harry's lip under the guise of cleaning up a dribble of green soup. The thought of Harry's invitation for this Slytherin to join them at her family's festivities tomorrow stoked the fire in her throat.
"Excuse me," she mumbled, standing and leaving the room. She wasn't sure where she was going to go. She hadn't learned her way around the Manor because she and Harry would be returning to their quaint, homey cottage soon. That's what she had repeated to herself when Malfoy invited them for a weekend visit three months ago.
When she found herself in front of the fireplace in her room, roaring and friendly, inviting her to step in, she almost took the step before remembering the Floo Powder. With a pinch of powder, the flames turned green and burned higher. Ginny stepped inside, the fire warming only her body.
"This is my fault," she reminded herself, breathing in the ashes until her lungs ached. If she could stay in the fire all night, hidden and slowly burning away all past mistakes, she would, but once the Floo burned up, she would burn, too. "Potter cottage," she whispered and vanished from the fireplace. They won't notice until the morning, she thought as she whirled toward her fireplace.
So I went in a different direction with the Drarry fanfic. What happens to poor Ginny? Find out tomorrow! Only on: Sacrifices! I hope you enjoyed. Leave me a little review or message to let me know what you think.