Title and summary inspired by the beautiful song, "Gravity," by Sara Bareilles.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, or ideas representative of, likeable to or pertaining to the Harry Potter universe and, or JK Rowling. The writing and the OC's are mine, that is it. And this lovely computer that I am using to type. That is mine as well.
A/N: This story was written by request by SilverNicole1314. Thank you very much for the idea and I very much hope you enjoy it.
Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do
I still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone
"Gravity" - Sara Bareilles
Part I - It Never Takes Too Long...
The musty and refreshing scent of newly bound books and fresh sheets of parchment paper was the first thing he always smelled when he walked under the bell-tingling door of Flourish and Blotts. Draco Malfoy had thoroughly enjoyed visiting the bookstore since he was a young boy, the tall and stacked, endless shelves of books always a comfort for his anxious spirit. Thirty-something years from the first time he had first discovered the literary store, Draco was still taking the time to travel to the site in Diagon Alley to purchase any and all reading materials.
Today his mission was to find a copy of Creatures, Myths, and Realities of Magical Animals for Scorpius' third year Care of Magical Creatures class. Plus his extra present that he gave his son every year before the start of the term. Tomorrow was September 1st and the boy had been viciously agitated until Draco finally relented and donned his black cloak to Floo from Malfoy Manor.
His feet took him automatically up the spiral staircase to wander through the crammed aisles of the second floor loft. Eclectic and oddly placed signs directed the lost witch or wizard in the right direction but Draco knew his way and dodged teetering stacks of books to find the small sections of books on animals and creatures. He was turning a corner, his blonde head bent sideways to look at the titles on the spines of the books, when he nearly bumped into the shapeliest ass he had ever seen.
"Excuse me," Draco drawled loudly, grabbing the attention of the woman as she leaned back, straightening before standing to her full height, a cascade of flaming curls falling over her slumping shoulders.
"Weasley?" Draco questioned incredulously, her head turning as her surprised brown eyes traveled over the tall and handsomely aged face of her brother's childhood nemesis.
"Potter actually," Ginny replied, shuffling to face him as she moved a large stack of books to hobble precariously against her left shoulder.
He openly stared at her, a teenage beauty who had developed further into a womanly goddess. His grey eyes glanced over her body, breasts larger and hips widened from childbirth. Ginny Weasley Potter was more attractive than Draco had ever seen her and he was sure this was nowhere near her best appearance, certainly not in snuggly fitting jeans and a black cashmere sweater with shining leather boots. Even if the jeans hugged her ass just so and the sweater worked wonders for the curves of her torso.
She sighed heavily, her chest rising and collapsing soundly as her hip cocked further to the side with the raising of a dark eyebrow, her lips twitching as she watched the blonde examine her briefly, her chocolate eyes pausing to take in the changes that the years had bestowed upon Draco Malfoy. His mercury eyes met her gaze and a flitting smile flicked up the corners of his lips.
"Draco," Ginny remarked, his name sounding strange and sensuous coming off her tongue. "How have you been? How is your son?"
"I'm fine," he replied, fidgeting hands stuffing in his pockets as he swayed forward, saying off-handedly, "Scorpius is anxious for school. That's why I'm here. He needs another book for a class. Takes after me with that habit I'm afraid. I guess that's why I give him a novel and a blank journal every year, so he's not just confined to the dribble those bloody teachers assign them." He grinned dashingly after he finished rambling and Ginny was reminded of why so many girls at Hogwarts used to fawn over his blonde locks and aristocratically good looks.
"Yes, me too," Ginny responded. "Albus missed our school supply trip so here I am, getting his books last minute."
Draco nodded in agreement, his smile tightening as they ran out of polite conversation topics.
"What kind of books do you buy him?" Ginny questioned, her fiery head twitching to flip a loose section of curls over her shoulder, her chocolate eyes shy but eagerly interested.
He didn't know why he was telling her this but Draco shrugged his shoulders and said, "Mostly famous wizarding novels. I have a few Muggle books I think he would enjoy but he's still too young for me to know his true feelings on the matter."
Ginny looked impressed, her red head nodding slowly as she adjusted her arm around the stack of books.
"Draco Malfoy, reading, and liking, Muggle literature," she commented, smirking wirily. "I never thought I'd see the day."
"People can surprise you."
"I guess so."
They continued staring at each other, grinning and smirking wide, as the years caught up to them and both realized how much had changed since their last face to face meeting.
Ginny was the first to look away but she held her smile in place as she quickly glanced down at a sparkling watch on her freckled wrist, the item sliding along her smooth skin as she wiggled her arm. Fiery curls ran over her back as she shook her head slightly, her lips parted to speak.
"I must be going, Draco. I have to meet Harry and the children for dinner and I still have to find a book on fencing for James." Her eyebrows rose impractically high as she shrugged, a laughing sigh escaping her. "Boys and their activities."
Draco turned his body, allowing her to pass as the pile of books wobbled, his light blonde hair dusting his shoulders as he watched her slow as she glanced back at him.
"See you around?" She asked hopefully, a quell of curious emotion bubbling within them both as he nodded slightly, his smile tightening but pulling wider across his face until the pearly ridges of his perfect teeth peeked through.
"Of course," Draco replied politely, his silver gaze tracing the dangerous curves of her backside as she turned down a nearby aisle, a light spring to her step.
His task still incomplete, Draco moved further down the row until he spotted the garishly hairy spine of the book he was seeking. Grabbing it very lightly, he pulled the odd book from the shelf and held it in his palm as if it were going to attack him like his Care of Magical Creatures book had once done. He turned back around and easily maneuvered down the swirling staircase before gliding to the front counter, pausing to pick up his other two items before throwing the furry book across the wood as the short, grey haired wizard behind the counter glanced over his wire rim spectacles.
"Will that be all, Mr. Malfoy?" The man wheezed, his white button down shirt and black vest wrinkling as he moved slowly, his knobby fingers reaching for the items before his beady eyes.
"Yes," Draco confirmed, glancing back over his shoulder as a flash of red hair moving through the above aisles changed his mind. "And anything Mrs. Potter would like to purchase, put it on my account."
The elder wizard widened his eyes imperceptibly, his gaze shaking as Draco turned his head back to face him.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Certainly."
Draco nodded once more, his large hands picking up the bundled books before moving towards the exit.
Pulling open the door to Flourish and Blotts, the bell chirping happily, Draco walked through and into the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley. As the door slid shut and shoppers milled about in the entryway, Ginny paused at the top of the stairs, her brown eyes twinkling as the last flash of blonde hair flickered past the window and Draco Malfoy disappeared out of sight.
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September 1st was a tear-jerking day for all witches and wizards who congregated on Platform 9 3/4 for the departure of the Hogwarts Express for another school year. Parents were weepy as they sent their first or last child to Hogwarts and children were eager messes of anxious and anticipated frivolity.
This year was no different as Ginny stood on the Platform, her arms crossed against her slim body as she tearfully watched Lily walking along the corridors of the train, nervously chatting with her cousins as they found an empty compartment down the cabin. Ginny walked with her moving daughter, sadness overwhelming her as her youngest child easily adapted to school life, no longer needing her mother to guide her along.
Ginny heaved as a sob threatened to push her further into an emotional wreck. She was not paying attention to where she was going, her feet blindly taking her to Lily as the girl looked out the window and waved at her mother. Ginny waved in return, a tight smile brightening her weary face. The train started to move, steam billowing from the large black engine as it slowly rolled to life, beginning its destination to Hogwarts. The red haired witch continued waving to her daughter, suddenly realizing Harry was nowhere in sight. Glancing over her shoulder, Ginny saw him speaking to Fleur and her very striking and very grown up sister, Gabrielle Delacour, at the other end of the platform. She could tell from his posture that he was trying to hide his anxious nerves as Harry threw a hand into the air to spastically gesture. A heavy sigh fell from her lips and Ginny turned her head back to watch Lily's shrinking red head as the train moved out of sight.
She turned back to walk down the platform, her arms defeatedly dropping to her sides as her flaming curls fell across her shoulders. Ginny was absently watching the retreating train when she nearly plowed into a man, her right hip brushing his standing form as she swayed and a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ginny hurriedly mumbled, her chocolate eyes quickly drifting to the man's face as she instinctively turned back to watch the train but caught herself as she realized who he was.
"Draco!" Ginny said, surprise evident at their second encounter in just as many days.
"Hello Ginevra," the blonde drawled, his handsome face pulled up in a smile as she visibly ticked at the use of her given name. Shrugging it off, Ginny glanced about, somehow just realizing he was still holding her as she also realized his wife was nowhere in sight. She politely stepped back, his arm dropping as he cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Here to see Scorpius off?" She queried, her red head tilted back just enough so she was meeting his gaze evenly. "Where is Astoria? I hope she is not as much of a mess as I am this time of year," Ginny chuckled, her tear stained face evidence of her current depression.
"No, I'm afraid not," Draco replied, his grey eyes searching her caring face as a light bulb clicked in his mind and his heart began beating a little faster. "She's abroad right now, left this morning before Scorpius was awake. Didn't want to upset him on his big day, she said."
Ginny frowned as Draco's gaze hardened before his faraway stare disappeared. She assumed they had argued about her departure and that he was not pleased with her decision. She could not help but think of her own husband and glanced once more down the platform to find Harry's head of messy black hair, his back now turned to her as he continued conversing with Fleur and Gabrielle. Draco caught her movement and followed her line of sight before glancing back as Ginny attempted to act as if she was fine. He chose not to mention the pair, not when Harry reached down to grab Gabrielle's forearm, his hand sliding down to intertwine their fingers as he spoke, not when Ginny was choosing to ignore the situation, imagined or not.
"Sounds like a concerned mother to me," she remarked, returning to their previous conversation in an attempt to thwart his attention from the distance. "Maybe next year I'll do the same," she commented, her brown eyes turning up without the spark of happiness as Draco smiled hesitantly in return. "I think I would feel much better about sending my children off for months at a time if I was not there when they actually left."
Draco noticed the falsity to her words but somehow appreciated her attempt to glamorize his wife's absence from their son's departure for school.
"I am almost positive that you could not. Your heart is much too big and loving for that, Ginevra."
She smiled tightly, her lips rolling between her teeth as the never ending tears sprung to her mocha eyes.
"Thank you, Draco," Ginny humbly replied. "I don't really think I could either. I don't think my children would make it out the door if Harry was left in charge of getting them to the train on time." She smirked half-heartedly as Draco understood her impatience with an inattentive spouse. Ginny glanced back over her shoulder, noticing with relief that Ron and Hermione had found Harry and were searching for her as they readied to leave. "I must be going," she stated, her brown eyes searching his face as he nodded agreeably. "I'm sure Harry Potter is going with mad without his doting wife."
Their gazes met and both grimly smiled at her falsely mustered lie.
"It was good seeing you again, Draco," Ginny said with a genuine smile as she turned to walk down the platform towards the congregating mass of Weasleys.
"The pleasure was all mine," he assured her as Ginny cocked an eyebrow in amusement, the spirit renewed to her demeanor. Draco smirked appropriately, his hands tucking into his crisp pant's pockets, the tip of his pink tongue slipping out to lick the seam of his full lips. Ginny's gaze moved down to the action and her mouth seemed to part softly in anticipation as Draco's smirk widened and she blushed, turning her head back as she started to move away once more.
Her steps paused and Draco waited as Ginny half turned again, her features soft as she nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for the books, Draco. You didn't have to do that."
"Go, Ginevra," he urged as he grinned, happiness erupting in small fireworks within his chest as she smiled encouragingly, nodded once and finally turned to walk away. Draco could not help but watch the up and down jiggling of her ass and grinned devilishly when Ginny glanced over her shoulder at him hesitantly, her eyes crinkling in a smile at his stare before quickly winking as she rotated her head to gaze forward as she strode towards her large family.
Draco's lips twitched, his jaw tightening as he watched Harry's surprise at Ginny's sudden appearance. Somehow he was not stunned that the Boy Who Lived had turned into a large man-child, still fighting bad guys as an Auror. She deserves better than that, Draco thought, his father surely rolling in his grave at a Malfoy's kindhearted thoughts for a Weasley.
Knowing he would return to an empty Manor and an even more barren marriage, Draco exhaled heavily, his sigh lengthening as he gripped his wand in his robes pocket, the wood a warm familiarity as Draco pulled it out. With the flick of the wand, he Disapparated, his mind still firmly fixed to the fire headed woman whom his grey eyes stared at pensively as his vision warped and he was transported rapidly through time and space.
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It was late on a Wednesday afternoon, October the 12th, when Draco walked through the dusty entrance of the Three Broomsticks, his jacket pulled tight around his still lean frame as he shivered from the outside cold. He wandered through the scattered tables surrounding the bar, making his way to the bar top as he pulled black leather gloves from his sweating hands.
"One Firewhiskey, a little ice," he told the barmaid, leaning his elbows on the counter as his blonde head swiveled to glance about the other patrons.
"I'll be damned," he said to himself, his lips pulling up in a grin as he caught sight of a red head tucked away in the corner booth on the other side of the bar.
He grabbed the glass of alcohol when the witch placed it before him and threw a Galleon onto the wood before standing back to turn and move around the empty bar stools.
"Hello Ginevra," Draco pleasantly drawled when he stood in front of the square table, jerking Ginny's attention as she startled at his quiet appearance.
"Draco," she started, her brown eyes climbing up his body as the glass of dark liquid in her hand gently slid across the table at her spastic movement. "What are you doing here?"
His smile widened to bare the rigid edges of his perfect teeth as Draco presumptuously placed his drink on the wooden table, his knees bending and body moving as he sat down across from Ginny.
"Can't a man be in Hogsmeade without a reason?" He jested, his blonde eyebrows rising flirtatiously as Ginny glanced down to spin her glass in circles, her attention distracted as Draco paused. He raised his own glass to his lips and drank plentifully as his steel eyes flitted over the rim and glanced at the witch's downturned face, her dark eyelashes resting against her beautifully freckled cheeks as her pink lips sighed. "Today is Scorpius' birthday," Draco admitted, Ginny's attention caught as she glanced up at the wizard before her. "We always - I always," Draco corrected quickly, "Floo over to retrieve him for the day, bringing him here or to London for lunch and a day away from the castle."
Ginny nodded in understanding, her saddened heart now lifting with surprise as she realized how much the years, and fatherhood, had changed Draco. She did not comment on his faltered words or the nonexistence of Astoria during this day's trip.
"What about you, Ginevra?" He questioned, his now empty glass suddenly replaced with a fresh drink as a shadowy waitress walked away. "What brings you to the village on this lovely day?"
It took a moment before the witch responded, her own glass now empty as she drained the contents and met Draco's unwavering gaze.
"Lily was feeling sick so I brought her a kettle of her favorite chicken noodle soup. The girl was fit to be tied until I agreed to come," Ginny grinned sadly and Draco suspected there was more to the story than she was letting on. When her mouth opened once more, he was not surprised at her words, his own heart pulling slightly as her voice cracked in the middle of her sentence. "Although I suspect I miss my children more and just needed to get out of the empty house, away from the silence," Ginny said quickly, the phrase quietly added as Draco strained to correctly hear her.
He didn't know what compelled him to do it, to show a sign of comfort and sympathy, but later Draco would say it was the beginning of it all. His simple action of reaching across the table to gently wrap his hand around her wrist, squeezing with the reassurance that only a parent knows, caused an electric shock between the touch. Both their eyes widened and Draco quickly jerked his hand back as his drink raised to his lips with the other, ice rattling lightly as the amber liquid disappeared.
"Which book did you buy Scorpius for his birthday?" Ginny asked, diverting the pleasantly awkward silence that shortly followed their touch.
Draco cocked his blonde head, grey eyes narrowing in concentration as Ginny's perceptiveness queried many thoughts in his mind. He responded in time and started their conversations that lasted for many hours, their separate drinks refilled hourly as they sat closely talking like old friends. Ginny grew talkative as the alcohol worked her brain and Draco relaxed as they spoke about their families and professions, childhood dreams and distant fantasies, their bodies scooting closer until their sides were pressed against each other intimately on the same bench, the resulting shock pleasantly jolting when either of them moved even the slightest. Their heads were bent low and their drunken banter had turned to critiquing their fellow bar patrons.
When the sun was well past set and the old clock tower in Hogsmeade square was chiming eleven o'clock, Draco and Ginny stood from the booth, stretching loose limbs as they laughed and giggled drunkenly about something or other. Ginny protested when Draco attempted to pay for their numerous rounds of drinks, stating that she needed to pay him back for the school books with feisty admonishment.
When the red haired witch turned to wobble to the shadowy exit, Draco slipped a handful of Galleons into her robes pocket, the gold tinkling as they clinked heavily in the pouch. He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open as Ginny grinned, slurring a thank you as she walked through the entryway. Draco was close behind her and as the door shut behind them, light extinguishing from the cold night, he reached for Ginny's small hand, clutching it tightly as they walked down the main avenue of Hogsmeade. Ginny squeezed his hand and leaned into his strong frame as a biting wind whipped her flaming curls around their heads.
A pull of guilt accompanied the rushing of her heart as Ginny turned her head to gaze at Draco, his handsome smile beaming as he led them to the end of the path. When they stopped, she quickly released his hand to wrap her thin arms around his middle, gripping affectionately as Draco placed an arm around her back to return the hug. Ginny tilted her head back and was leaning in, the liquor on her breath warm against Draco's chest, but turned her neck at the last second to place a tender kiss to his heated cheek.
"Thank you for tonight, Draco," Ginny said.
His mouth was poised to respond, opening slightly as his grey eyes drifted to Ginny's plump lips, when she removed her arms and stepped backwards, cold drifting from the wind and the sudden disappearance of their shocking touch. She smiled hesitantly, a cloud of emotions whirling behind her chocolate eyes as Ginny nodded once, flicking the wand against her wrist to Disapparate shortly.
Draco smirked, his blonde head shaking in happy bewilderment at the sudden rush of familiar emotions that once had accompanied the presence of his wife. His hands itched to run through her silken and fiery locks, his lips longed to press against Ginny's as his tongue invaded and searched her mouth. He was hot for Ginny Weasley now and Draco would be caught dead before he let this woman get away without exploring the range of sensations that were not supposed to happen every time two married persons touched. Specifically these two persons who at one time held more loathing for each other than necessarily possible. Following her actions, Draco Disapparated on the self-promise that he would get to the bottom of his strong connection to Harry Potter's wife, smirking as he knew that his familiarization would have to take a hands on approach to be most effective.
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It was days before Christmas; snow was piled high on the streets and children frolicked merrily, joyous to be out of school, as bundled up older witches and wizards hurried along with their business, sights set on the commercialization of the holiday rather than it's joy.
Ginny was shuffling through Diagon Alley, the cold whipping around her as her flaming head bent to avoid the elements. With practiced steps, she turned a corner and trotted to the dark pub entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. Hannah Longbottom, nee Abbott, was standing behind the dingy bar, a furious hand wiping across the immaculate counter top as she looked up at the opening of the door and waved merrily to Ginny.
She waved in return but avoided the front bar as she weaved through the tables to sit down at a table near the fireplace. Removing her emerald scarf and black cloak, Ginny adjusted herself as she glanced up to see Hannah walking towards her with two glasses and a pitcher of warm cider.
"Happy Christmas, Gin," the witch and old Hogwarts friend greeted her, a smile forming as she gently filled a glass then the other with the steaming amber liquid. "Waitin' on Harry?" She asked innocently.
Ginny forced a smile and accepted the drink, her small hand wrapping around the glass as she kept her gaze trained away from the peering eyes of the witch.
"Happy Christmas," Ginny replied, ignoring Hannah's question as she gulped down the hot drink. The other woman nodded her head and turned to go as Ginny heavily sighed, her brown eyes closing with exhaustion before opening to stare into the liquid existence of her drink. The apple wine was slowly effecting her as she reached for the second glass and hungrily drank, refilling the glasses as they emptied.
A chilly draft blew through as the door opened once more. Draco glanced around quickly, his grey eyes turning from hostile to devious when he spotted the red head of Ginny, her curvy back to him as she gulped down a glass of cider, his blonde head shaking as he rid the snow flakes from his locks. The familiar woman behind the bar glanced up from her post and stilled when she recognized Draco, his gaze catching on her open stare before he nodded and turned to his right to quietly ask for a room key from the desk clerk. The tired man turned on his stool and pulled an old fashioned key off a row of hooks on the wooden wall behind him, blinking lazily as his wrinkled hand placed the metal object on the small counter. Draco flashed a tight smile as his hand covered the key, replacing it in his pocket as he removed a handful of Galleons for the stay.
Since it was so close to Christmas and, like himself, she was not at home, Draco assumed that Ginny was having a rough go of it and hastily walked to the bar, his hands bracing on the worn wood as the barmaid watched his approach.
"Let me have two glasses and a bottle of Firewhiskey," he implored, Galleons already on the bar top as Hannah gaped.
Nodding hurriedly she turned to retrieve a fresh bottle of liquor, her hands trembling as she set it down in front of him before turning to grab two short glasses. Draco grasped the bottle by the long stem and palmed the small glasses as he nodded appreciatively and turned from the bar.
"We really shouldn't keep meeting like this," Draco drawled, his voice husky as he stopped in front of her table and Ginny looked up in confusion, his full lips turned up in a knowing smirk.
"If you weren't following me all the time, we wouldn't keep running into each other," Ginny teased, her chocolate eyes dancing with sudden joy as Draco placed the glass objects on the small table and sat down across from her.
"Maybe I am following you," he countered, his arms folding on the ledge of the table as his long fingers wrapped around his elbows, leaning forward dangerously as his head dipped low in front of the small candle atop the table. "Are you not flattered? Most women would be falling at my feet if I was their stalker."
"Are you admitting to spying on me?" Ginny replied, her hands twirling her glass of cider as Draco's smirk widened and a blonde eyebrow cocked, her own smile turning wicked as teeth rolled her bottom lip between the rigid edges.
"I know you like it, Weasley," Draco stated, leaning backwards in his chair as arrogance squared his shoulders.
"Potter," Ginny automatically responded, cheeks heating and her eyes dropping at her unintentional correction and mention of her husband.
"Tomatoes, tamatoes."
Their conversation stilled and Ginny nervously sipped her warm cider as Draco deftly unscrewed the bottle of Firewhiskey and poured an ample amount into both glasses. She glanced up when he slid one glass to her, the amber liquid sloshing as it tipped precariously against the uneven seam of the wooden boards of the table.
"Thank you."
He nodded his blonde head and sipped his liquor silently, examining Ginny as she picked up her drink with both hands, her elbows hitting the rim of the table as it lifted to her waiting mouth. The alcohol burned as it swept down her throat, her brown eyes squinting shut as her lips puckered.
"Oohh," she stuttered, nose crinkling as she placed the glass back on the table, the potent odor leaving the vicinity of her nostrils. "That gets me every time."
Forgetting his errant wife and dissolving marriage, Draco copied her motions, freeing his hands by dropping his drink as he straightened his posture and lengthened his torso as he sat up properly, a winning grin in place as he prepared to deliver a salaciously inappropriate compliment.
"You get me every time, Ginevra."
The fact that he insisted to call her by her given name continued to send chills down her spine, the wordy name falling off his tongue in a beautiful symphony.
"Every time I have seen you of late, you have bewitched me. I'm sorry if I sound too forward in saying so but I have never seen a more graceful and attractive witch in my life. Despite Potter's influence." His blonde eyebrows jumped at the barb at her husband but Ginny smiled still, her eyes frowning slightly as if the mention of Harry alone was enough to put her near tears. "The years have treated you kindly, Ginevra."
Draco raised his glass in a toast and Ginny picked up her drink to toast compliantly as Draco nodded once more, his heated stare making Ginny feel uncomfortable in a most pleasant way. His grey eyes had not stopped hungrily groping her body, her covered chest exciting him more as she noticed his jaw tick when he tipped his head back to finish his alcohol. She followed suit, her fiery curls falling off her shoulders as the equally fiery drink burned in her stomach, her vision swaying to a slow as she focused on his blonde face.
An hour or two passed and Ginny was borderline stupid drunk. She did not show it but Draco could tell in her distracted attention span and most noticeably her glazed brown eyes. She giggled nonsensically at most comments he made, a large portion of the bottle missing after she had recounted the reasoning behind her appearance at the Leaky Cauldron tonight. She had explained how Harry had been distant since their recent trip to Platform 9 ¾ to drop their children off for the school year, how he had made up excuses to stay at work later or to extend "missions" that his job as an Auror required now that it was just the pair of them living in their large house. Ginny had slurred through her realization that some nights he did not come home, the bed warm from where the dog had slept with her instead of Harry. He had not said anything and still acted as if nothing was amiss but Ginny told Draco how she could see it in his eyes that Harry was wishing she were someone else every morning that he woke up next to her, how his green eyes grew distant as he spoke to her and his hands or lips never strayed from their conventional, kid friendly places.
Draco had watched the passing emotions on her face as she poured her drunken heart out to him and he silently wondered if all the things she were describing were true for him. He shared her pain in sharing a now loveless marriage with someone who would rather you be someone else. But he also knew that when he woke up alone every morning, Astoria gone for some reason or staying in a guest bedroom from one of her staggering stoopers, that he was wishing that Ginny were beside him. He wished that every time he were sitting in the library at the Manor reading that it were Ginny that opened the door and walked in happily instead of his mother or a house elf.
Sitting here in front of the woman who had managed to crawl under his skin and seep into his thoughts and dreams, Draco was ashamed to so plainly see her pain displayed and was angered to see the visible break in her loving heart from that worthless bastard. He himself was feeling slightly intoxicated but Draco knew he could handle himself when the time came. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the nosy barmaid was gone from her keep, Draco topped off their glasses with the remaining whiskey and Ginny giggled as she unconsciously sipped from the drink but continued rambling about her children. Clearing his mind by gulping half his drink, Draco then cleared his throat to stop Ginny mid sentence.
"You know, Gin," he started and the nickname he had briefly started using sent a tingling shock through her stomach to settle between her thighs. "I love hearing about your children, but-" Draco stopped, eying Ginny with uninhibited lust before continuing, "I would love to know more about you."
His voice dropped on the last word and Ginny felt all her nerves swiftly bundle before pooling in her chest, stopping her heavy breathing, and shooting electrical tingles down her tense muscles as her panties dampened and her thighs squeezed together. Draco knew he had the desired effect when Ginny immediately finished her drink and then grinned as sexily as possible in her inebriated state, drooping brown eyes surveying Draco as he watched her.
Sexual tension had been mounting since their first encounter nearly four months ago and Ginny felt herself ready to explode if she did not feel Draco's lips against her own soon, marital frustration and lonely lifestyle encouraging her to act on the impulses that she never would have imagined desirable before now.
"Where should we start?" Ginny asked, her eyes innocently wide as a devilish smirk turned up her plump lips and crinkled her brow.
Draco was a man of action and he took her discrete cue.
Within minutes he was ripping himself from Ginny's grasp, her heated lips trailing his graceful neck as his hand shakily retrieved the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock, bolts clicking as he shoved the door open, Ginny wrapped around him as his blonde head turned to meet her hungry lips once more. He kicked the wooden door shut as Ginny clawed at his robe until his arms were twisting backwards to escape the hot confines of the outerwear. His nimble fingers slipped Ginny's robe off her shoulders, his practiced mouth following the curve of the column of her neck to work his way down her chest with fervent kisses as Ginny groaned in overdue satisfaction. Harry had not touched her like this in over a year and Ginny shivered under the loving caresses of a man who genuinely wanted to be with her.
The backs of her knees hit the wooden frame of a queen size bed that had seen better days and both Draco and Ginny paused to remove the rest of their clothing, life as a married person having removed their shyness to disrobe openly as if it were the normal thing. Draco watched with lusty eyes as Ginny's breasts sprang free from the confines of the tempting lacy, black bra, her nipples already hardened from stimulation. His cock tightened the bulge in his already fit pants and Draco held back a throaty moan when her curls forward as she bent at the waist to remove her jeans and soiled underwear in one go. Ginny kicked out of the bunched up material and shivered in the cold room, her naked body growing goosebumps as she brazenly met Draco's stare.
His grey eyes steeled at the perfection of her voluptuous form. Children had indeed shaped the hourglass figure of Ginny Potter and Draco longed to kiss his way across her curves.
She stepped forward and her small hands pushed his paused hands out of the way as she boldly and surprisingly deftly undid the buckle of the belt, unbuttoning his pants and running down the zipper before tugging at the waistband of the fabric to let it slide over his straining cock and down his slim hips.
Ginny's playful fingers traced the line of blonde hair running down Draco's chest, the pads of her fingers straying to lightly touch the indented V of his muscled torso, to the sparse mass surrounding his thick cock, her warm hand grasping his member as Draco shut his eyes, tensing with a groan as Ginny slowly worked her fingers up and down. When she leaned back onto the bed, her freckled legs spreading invitingly, Draco moved with her touch and pressed his weight against the foot board of the bed as Ginny continued to tease him.
When her hand released his pulsing cock, Draco opened his eyes to stare into the now close gaze of Ginny as she grinned impishly, her legs folded underneath her as she leaned forward to press her lips against his open mouth in a searing kiss. Her hands found purchase in his long locks as she held their mouths together as if her life depended on it, as if he were the one person keeping her tied down. Draco eagerly returned her passion, her firm breasts smashed against his impatient chest incentivizing him for what was soon to come. With fluid grace Draco weaved his strong arms around Ginny's petite middle, bracing her against his bare torso until her legs unraveled and crept around his waist to tuck over the ankles against the small of his back, her arms firmly crossed behind his neck.
Draco shifted his feet, his mouth still vividly attached to Ginny's, before leaning their combined weights backwards slightly so that he could slowly walk around the corner of the bed until he collapsed on top of Ginny on the mattress, her slick pussy sliding along his needing cock only furthering the situation as Draco groaned at the scant contact with her sex.
Seconds passed before Draco was expertly slicing through her wet folds, his cock finding a tight fit as he thrust excitedly, his large hands gripping Ginny's hips to slid her further down his shaft as her chocolate eyes rolled into the back of her head, flaming curls spread wantonly around her.
The moment was rushed and the climax was over before either of them could truly enjoy the burning passion that had quickly erupted but they were were hastily making up for the shortness of their first electric coupling as their passion redoubled. Their bed was rocking until the early hours of the morning until both Draco and Ginny were satiated by the consuming fire of their attraction and sleep own out, their bodies physically wrapped around each other as slumber claimed their consciousness.
The first thing that Ginny realized when she awoke the next morning, her eyes remaining shut as her senses tickled to life besides the slight pounding of a hangover, was the rough pull of the sheets wrapped around her naked limbs and the heated touch of a large man's legs wrapped in between her own. Slowly the pieces of the puzzle fell into place and despite the very surprising lack of guilt, or maybe because of the emptiness of heady emotions, Ginny gently opened her brown eyes in anticipation as her pink lips turned up excitedly and she gazed into the alert grey eyes of an equally naked Draco.
One large hand was supporting his blonde head as Draco raised himself to stare down at Ginny. She grinned happily at the handsome sight of the blonde wizard and Draco released a short breath of anxious nerves as he lifted his other hand to brush a curl off Ginny's bare shoulder.
Ginny giggled like a school girl when his head dipped to press his lips against her smiling mouth, tongues eagerly touching as the pair moved closer and their intense attraction sparked to life once more.
They did not leave the room until several hours later, pausing outside the doorway to straighten each others clothes while attempting to not start making out like horny teenagers. They were separating much too soon and as Draco watched with intense longing, Ginny opened the door and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, pausing to throw a devious grin and a wink over her shoulder at him.
No one was watching as Draco slowly followed, his steps heavy as he remembered he would be returning to Malfoy Manor, to his wife and son. A tinge of guilt sparked his defiant heart but Draco knew it would all be worth it. Whether or not he would ever see Ginny again, whether their flaming connection would ever be reignited, Draco did not know. He would do his damnedest to capture this witch, extenuating circumstances or not, but even if nothing were to come of it, Draco was able to smile satisfactorily knowing that for one morning, he had woken up next to a woman that he loved and she had easily returned the emotion.
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Author's Note:
Thank you for reading and a big THANK YOU to SilverNicole1314 for the request and for giving me the plot to take on as my own. I love reviews as much as the next writer and as many faithful D/G shippers will attest, they boost your ego to inspire many more deliciously wonderful fics.
ALSO: I am not quite sure about the ending and I might possibly add a small section with ANOTHER LEMON more. If you review and tell me know which you like more, the ending how it is now or if there should be a hint more to what happens, I will add more. LET ME KNOW! I think I should but I want the reinforcement from YOU! Quickest and easiest way for me to update the story and make it perfect for your readings = REVIEW.