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Well, it's been a long time coming and here it is. It has taken me much deliberation and thoughts of creation, but here it is. Forgive me if it is a little rough, I do my best. But I hope you like this chapter. Anyways, no more dawdling. Here it is….oh yeah…

BE FOREWARNED: SEX ALERT!!!! NO REALLY…SEX, SEX, SEX!! CAN'T GIVE ENOUGH WARNING HERE PEOPLE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT!! (tehe, yeah finally, some sex, but not the horribly written shit most people put out. I think I write sex scenes pretty well.)

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I Am…

Chapter 11: Seeds Sewn and Thirsts Quenched

Angelina rolled off her boyfriend's still panting form. She loved having a Ravenclaw lover. They were as apt in bed as they were in their studies. He was almost better than a Slytherin. Almost…She snuggled deeper into Cameron's embrace and he nuzzled his face against her neck. He kissed her tenderly and she sighed contentedly. Rough sex, a little cuddling, more sex, more cuddling. It was an all night process, and she loved spending her weekend nights with Cameron like this. Nights like this were the best. Wait…what night was it again?

"Cam? What's today?" she asked as she rolled over and hugged herself against his lean frame.

"Friday, luv. Why?" he asked as he kissed her forehead.

"What time on Friday?" she asked.

"Five 'til nine. We have all night." he replied with a smile and a kiss. Angelina's eyes opened wider and she pulled away from the kiss.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She jumped out of the bed rushing to get all of her shit. "Fuck, damnit, bugger!!!" She plopped onto the floor hastily pulling on her jeans.

"Sweetheart wha-what's going on?" Cameron asked. She was losing her Slytherin cool. This wasn't like her.

"I-shit-oh-fuck! I promised Draco I'd watch Antony! Goddamnit!!!!! He's gonna kill me! Rule one…don't be late!!! Ack! I'm dead!" She rambled on and on, not even thinking of what she was saying. "Don't be late, don't hurt my son, don't piss off my girlfriend, don't, don't, don't!" Her voice was a near perfect imitation of Draco's. Angelina threw her shirt over her naked chest. She'd come back for the bra later. She thrust everything into her school bag and ran to the bed. She kissed Cameron soundly on the lips.

"Sorry babe, I'll try and be back later tonight! I swear it, but I'm late, I gotta go! I love you!" She skipped out the door trying to put on one of her shoes as she went.

Cameron laid back on the bed and thought for a second. And what was she so frazzled about? It was nearly impossible to get her out of that perfect Slytherin cool, he had succeeded only 2 months ago after nearly eight whole months of dating.. Even now she didn't completely lose her cool until she was damn good and ready. But she had lost it tonight. And had she actually used Draco and son in the same sentence? What the hell was that about? If The Draco Malfoy had a son, the whole school would know. Wouldn't they?

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Angelina ran down the hall towards Draco's room. He was going to kill her! He and Ginevra had a date tonight, fuck. She knocked on the portrait to his room. Within seconds the door was open and Draco Malfoy stood looking down at her. She put on her best innocent smile. Draco glared at her but moved aside and let her in. Angelina nearly smiled in relief. She moved past him and into the living room.

"Nice tux" she commented upon passing. The tux fell perfectly on Draco. Of course, when you're a Malfoy, only the best tailored suits were fitting. The lines were smooth and even the shirt underneath was pressed to perfection. She had to admit, he did look rather dashing. Draco grimaced at her comment.

"I told him he looked good in it, but does he listen to me?" Ginevra walked out of the bedroom with Antony in her arms. Angelina had to admit, she'd never seen the redhead look so beautiful before. The outfit was purely simple, but the way Ginevra wore it, she made it look like the most elegant dress in the world. The girl had left her hair down and hanging in rolling curls to her waist, it's only adornment being a single red rose, tucked behind her ear. A gift from Draco most likely. The dress was a simple forest green number that went perfectly with her burgundy tresses and moonlit skin. Ginevra smiled at Angelina, who couldn't help but smile back. "Hello Ange. Thanks for coming." Ginevra kissed the girl on the cheek as was Slytherin custom. She then kissed Antony on the forehead before passing him off to Angelina. The baby looked for a moment like he would cry at having to leave Ginevra's arms, but Angelina began to sway softly and he quieted.

"Ginevra, we really must be going. Our reservations are for 9:30." Draco stated coming to stand by his girlfriend. He placed his hand on the small of her back as if to lead her away.

"I know, I know! It's just that, oh Draco, this is the first time neither of us has been with him." Ginevra said with a sad look. Angelina hid her smile. This girl was really taking to Antony. She was acting more like his mother than his babysitter. But by the look in Draco's eyes he was perfectly content with that.

He took her face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs along her cheeks. "I trust Angelina with him. I mean she's no you, " he shot an amused look at Angelina, "but she's good with kids. And besides, she's my next in line after Pansy. And seeing as how Pansy and Blaise are going with us she's the next best." Draco stated. He kissed Ginevra's forehead softly before doing the same to Antony.

Blaise and Pansy entered through the portrait. "Drae, Nev, come on, we've got to go." Pansy said with a sigh. It didn't surprise Angelina any to see the other two Slytherins dressed similarly in fashion to Draco and Ginevra.

Draco looked at Angelina, "You know how to contact us if anything's wrong. We'll try and be back before dawn." He smirked and Angelina smirked back.

"That would be nice seeing as I had to leave my boyfriend ready and willing to have another go for the 4th time this evening." Angelina stated in mock disdain.

"Yes, well I'm sure he'll survive." Draco sighed as he took Ginevra's arm and began leading her to the door.

"Have fun kids," Angelina said as the four left. She smiled down at Antony. "Well, it's just you and me kid."

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Ginevra and Pansy walked arm in arm down through the winding corridors taking them deeper into the heart of the castle. Draco and Blaise were in the lead, clearly knowing exactly where they were going. The girls could do nothing but follow.

"You know, they still haven't told us where we're going." Pansy said, loud enough for the boys to hear.

"Well, if we told you my dear, it would ruin the surprise." Blaise retorted. Draco scoffed at the look on his girlfriend's face. She looked intrigued, yet, well the best way to say it was pissy. She didn't really like not knowing what was going to happen. Hopefully the two girls would forgive their respective partners of any and all apprehension upon revealing their surprise. Blaise and Draco had been planning this for the girls for two weeks, ever since Ginny and Draco had come back from the park hand in hand and smiling stupidly at one another. He had been up all night trying to find the right way to help express himself and had finally run to Blaise for help. The two had come up with their little scheme and been perfecting it ever since.

Ginevra tightened her grip on Pansy's arm and leaned in. "Do you really have any clue where we're going?" she whispered so that only Pansy could hear her.

"Not a clue darling. But we're going down to the 'Outside Door'. Draco and Blaise found it in 3rd year. It can take you anywhere you want to go. We could be going to the South Pole for all I know." Pansy whispered in reply, smoothing back her dark curls.

"Hmm, I would hope they would give us parka's if that were the case." Ginevra laid her head on the other girls shoulder, careful of the rose Draco had put in her hair. They weren't walking for a minute longer before the boys stopped ahead of them. The two boys spun around on their heels and each held out a hand towards their respective girlfriends. Ginevra and Pansy gave each other questioning glances before taking their respective boyfriends hands.

Ginevra slid her hand in Draco's and as always there was that spark. He graced her with that rare smile. That "only for her" smile, and she couldn't help the smile that blossomed on her face.

Blaise cleared his throat. "If you two are done ogling at each other, can we please get on to dinner?" he asked.

Draco shot a glare his way but placed his hand on the silver knob and turned.

Ginevra's breath caught in her throat as Draco led her onto the deck. "Where are we?" was all she could manage. She barley managed to hear Pansy whisper the same question to Blaise.

"We, my dearest, are on a yacht, in the middle of the Mediterranean. And our dinner awaits." Draco's voice tickled as it whispered across her ear. It earned him a giggle. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"You're wonderful!" she whispered in his ear and made sure to nip his earlobe in the process. She felt him tense against her and his breath hitch. Since when had she had this much of an affect on him? What exactly did he have planned for this marvelous evening? She pulled back and smirked at him. "Now come on, as you said sir, dinner awaits."

His arms wrapped around her waist and pressed her tighter into his body. "But dessert sounds so much better right now!" he whined softly pressing his lower body against her stomach. He smirked when he felt her breath come out in a sigh.

"You sir, are incorrigible. Now come on." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to where Pansy and Blaise were already seated. Ginevra looked around. This was by far the biggest boat she'd ever seen, much less, been on. The deck was polished to a high sheen, the bow, starboard, and port were all gleaming in the hanging lights. There were crewmen and butlers stationed at perfect intervals around the railing. And beyond the rails, the Mediterranean. The moon bounced off the surface the way light bounces off diamonds, and there was a table set up with a white linen table cloth and perfect shimmering china. Draco, being ever the gentlemen, pulled her chair out for her and helped her sit, before sitting himself.

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Dinner had gone beyond what was normal for Ginevra. Normally it was dinner in the Great Hall or home cooked meals provided lovingly by her mother. But the chefs of the "La Nuit de Vie" had out done themselves. Dinner had begun with a lovely French salad, followed by a decadent Lobster Bisque, a Coq au Vin entrée, and something she'd never had before as dessert. All she knew was that it had been a chocolate creation of some kind, that had something like cinnamon in it, and had been served coated with a caramel mixture of some kind that allowed it to be set on fire. Draco told her with a smirk that it was, yes, cinnamon, but there was also vodka in the mix, giving it an extra kick and that was also what the caramel had been mixed with. He called it "El Diablo". Ginevra didn't really care what it was called, it was damn good.

But now, with dinner long done with, it was just the two of them, or rather four of them, though Draco and Ginevra had only eyes for the other. Ginevra laughed as Draco twirled her around the deck to the softly playing music.

Blaise pulled Pansy further into the curve of his body and leaned in to whisper against her ear. "What do you say we let them have their evening? I mean you have to admit, they more than deserve it."

Pansy leaned over and kissed his cheek. "We can send Angelina back to Cameron, and then once Antony's good and asleep…"

Blaise chuckled deep in his throat and took her by the hand leading her back towards the door they had come through.

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Ginevra rested her head against Draco's chest, breathing deeply the scent of his cologne. She loved the way it smelled and was not embarrassed to say that she had nicked it one night and sprayed in on her pillow. That way she could cuddle up to it and feel that it was him she was cuddling up to. But now, now she could cuddle up to him all she wanted. She had realized some time ago that the music had gone from a 50's jazz, to a more modern version of the same thing, and she simply stood there wrapped in his arms as they swayed gently to the music.

The cool, spiciness that was his cologne kept her in a near sedated state. She could stay like this for hours. She felt Draco's hand move from where it rested at the small of her back and he gently lifted her face to his. His lips met hers in what started out as a soft and tentative caress. His other hand played lightly against her hip while her fingers entwined themselves in his hair pulling the silken strands ever so gently. His grip tightened at her waist and she grinned against his lips.

"There wouldn't happen to be a bedroom on this dinghy would there?" she asked coyly, running her hand expertly through his hair, and dragging her nails lightly along the tops of his ears. She had found out the other day that that was possibly the most sensitive spot on his body, besides other things of course. He shivered against her.

"This, mon chéri, is not a dinghy and yes," he traced his lips along her bottom lips, "there is a wonderful bedroom." He whispered the last against the silkiness of her cheek.

"Nous faire?" she whispered. She knew how much he loved it when she spoke to him in French, nearly as much as she did when he did the same to her.

"Oui" was all he replied with. He took her hand and led her to a set of stairs that led below deck. She noticed that the door that would take them back was now turned into a port hole. She would have worried about it, but Draco tugged on her hand. Her eyes met his and there was a need in him she had never seen before. Normally is was her who was left needing. In the two weeks they had been together he wouldn't let her fulfill what she had so desperately wanted to. After wanting him for so long, he wouldn't let her have him. Not yet. His reasoning had been that the anticipation would make it all the better, and by the look in his eyes the wait was about to be over.

His hand tugged on hers once more and he pulled her down the last step and into his arms. His mouth found hers with unerring aplomb and he made perfect use of the slight opening of her mouth her surprise offered. Oh yes, the wait was definitely about to be over.

Draco's free hand fumbled for the knob that would lead them into the suite the yacht offered. He drug her into the room after him and moved his leg around her to kick the door shut. His hands fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress before finding it and thrusting it down to where it ended at her waist.

He turned her so that she was facing him, but her back was to the bed. He traced his fingers up her bare arm in a line of fire leading to the thin straps that held her dress. His fingers curled around those tiny pieces of fabric and he pulled them down just as slowly. Ginevra made urgent little noises in her throat and he had to fight for the control to not rip the dress to shreds.

He slipped the dress off of her shoulders and downward, letting the fabric pool around her feet. His lips met hers with crushing force sending them both onto the bed. Her nails scratched at his back. Her skin was on fire, every brush of fabric against her bare flesh sent flames rippling along her skin. She wanted to feel flesh, needed to feel the solidness of him pressing against her body. The tux had to go.

Ginevra pushed Draco off of her so that he was kneeling between her parted legs. ".Vous trop êtes habillé pour cette occasion." she whispered, her voice coming out in a husky sigh. She sat up on her knees and kissed him softly, nothing like what they had just shared. With nimble movements she slid her hands up his chest coming to a rest on his broad shoulders. There was a trick to taking off a man's suit jacket like this. She nudged his shoulders back a little and it caused him to shrug making it easier for her to slid the jacket down his arms. She smirked. Her fingers traced each button before she slipped the small objects through their holes. The same trick worked wonderfully with the shirt, though she took her time to savor the sight as she revealed every delicious inch of his skin. Nails trailed along his skin following the path his shirt took. The shirt finally wound up where the jacket had landed.

Now all that was left to do was remove those vile pants. Draco made a move to touch her but she stopped him with a hand to his stomach. No, she would take her time and do this her way. Her hands found their way to the top of his pants. She was glad he'd stuck to the old ways, a belt with a tux was just so déclassé.

Her fingers slipped just inside the waistline and she grinned when she felt the tip of him straining against the fabric. Her grin widened as his breath came out in a hiss. She laid a delicate kiss on his chest and undid the clasp to his trousers. While one hand slid behind his back to sink beneath the fabric the other undid the zipper in the front. Once it was undone said hand slid around to join it's partner. Her fingers played over the firm yet oh so soft flesh that was his ass. Slowly, she slid her hands down taking the pants with her. It took all the control she had not to cry out when he finally sprang free of his pants. Hmm…no boxers, why didn't that come as a surprise to her?

She slid the pants down a little further making sure to press him against her stomach as she did so. She rolled her eyes to look up at his face and saw him with his head back and his eyes tightly shut. His breath came in ragged gasps.

"Damn it woman!" he hissed as her fingertips trailed oh so lightly over that velvet flesh before cupping him and squeezing him gently. Ginevra was having the time of her life. She had reduced the great Draco Malfoy to a quivering mass of want and need. But with his want and need, hers also came. She had felt those long fingers play over her skin, those lips sing as they kissed their way across her body, but he had never gone farther than that. She had never felt those fingers slip inside her or those lips caress her in the most intimate of kisses. He had always kept his control. And worse still, she had never felt that strong body pushing between her legs, filling her until she couldn't be filled any more. She bit his chest just above his heart hard enough to draw blood. She normally didn't like being so rough during sex, but he had made her wait for so long! She wanted him to know he was hers, wanted him to know she was his.

Draco threw his head back and roared as she bit into his skin. He as riding that fine line where pleasure meets pain and this was just this side of pain. He pushed her back on the bed kicking his pants the rest of the way off, mouth meeting hers in a hungry frenzy. Why the hell had he waited so long?! As his mouth explored hers his hands decided to wonder. He traced his fingers over the baby soft skin. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and he undid it with ease. He found one nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Her answering moan thrust her body harder against his and he fought to regain some amount of control. He kneaded the flesh around that raised center and fought again as she ground her hips against his erection.

"Please, please, please…"she whispered against his mouth. He silenced her with another kiss and his hand wondered further down her body. He traced the lace lines of her underwear with a gentleness that belied the urgency of his kiss. His fingers slipped beneath the cloth to stroke delicately across the fine hairs until he reached that most desired place. He marveled at the heat of her skin, the wetness that his fingers found. The tip of one finger ran over that delicate bundle of nerves and she let out a cry thrusting her body and forcing his fingers to rub her yet again. He slipped one finger inside and matched her moan with one of his own. Her body rocked against his moving his fingers farther into that warm, welcoming chamber.

"Draco please!" Ginevra begged, her breath hot against the skin of his neck. Her fingers dug across the skin of his back. He knew he would be marked, but he didn't really care. He welcomed the marks, each little stab of pain reminding him who had done it and how he had gotten them. With a quick tug the underwear was gone and she was left before him in all her glorious splendor. He thought he had memorized her body before, but always it had just been the top half. He had made sure to keep the bottom half tucked away safely behind her clothes no matter how much she begged him. But now, this was the day he had been waiting for. The day when he could finally make her his. The day he could finally express himself in the best way he knew how.

"Please, Draco, please. Don't make me wait anymore! I'm sick of waiting!"

Draco stared down into those mocha eyes seeing the truth in her words. He knew he had been torturing himself by not taking her, but he had had no idea the toll it would take on her. Ginevra told him with her eyes what she wanted, how she had wanted it for a long time. She willed him to see the torture she'd gone through of having him start, but never finish, of having him there, but never truly having him. A single tear escaped out of the corner of her eye.

"Please…don't make me wait."

Draco kissed away that fallen tear. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know…"

"Please, just don't make me wait any longer." she whispered. Draco settled himself above her almost as if he would do a push up, and began to lower himself down on top of her. She raised up to meet him and it was as if the world stood still and for one moment everything was good and perfect. He slid home with an ease she had never experienced with any previous lover. It was as if her body had been made just for his.

They voiced their pleasure at the same time and his lips captured hers in a soft kiss. He pulled his head away and simply stared down at her as he made slow sure strokes in and out of her body. Her eyes met his and she met him thrust, for oh so slow thrust. It didn't take long for that gathering warmth to pool in the pit of her stomach, and Ginevra shut her eyes meeting him a little faster. Draco felt her begin to tighten around him and her thrusts quicken. He sped his own pace, meeting hers. Urgent noises escaped from her lips and she took them faster and faster, pleasure weighing ever greater.

With a final thrust, all of that pleasure spilt over her in wave after wave of orgasm. Ginevra's body tightened around him and Draco was thrown over the edge, screaming her name as he went. Somewhere in it all he heard her scream his name and felt the tell tale trickles of blood down his back. He hadn't even noticed she's bloodied him, and apparently she hadn't either.

Ginevra looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes and a smile gracing her features. Draco slid out of her and off of her only to gather her right back into his arms. He kissed her shoulder where it cuddled against his chest.

"If I had known-"

"But you didn't, and know we both know." her hand wound around his head to rest in the tangles of his hair. "Let's just stay, like this." she sighed heavily as her other hand traced lazy circles on the arm he'd draped over her stomach.

He felt himself slipping off to sleep and felt her completely relax against him. "Yes, just like this…"

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Well?! And no, this is not the last chapter. I've had a spur of creativity and have plans yet again! And it's all thanks to you guys! You've all been so wonderful and patient! And I cannot thank you enough for everything you've all done!

Now, I am afraid to say that you may have to wait a little while for the next chapter. I have finally found a new apartment, and me and my roomies are supposed to be moved in by the end of the month! So…AHH! I'm slightly stressed! But I can assure you that I have ideas aplenty now thanks to all of you and I'll be working on getting it posted sooner!

Some translations for you, of course, they're a little rough and may not translate exactly…but you get the point!!

"mon chéri "- "My darling"

"Nous faire" - "Shall we?"

"Vous trop êtes habillé pour cette occasion" - "You are overdressed for this occasion"

"La Nuit de Vie" - Night of Life

Don't forget to review, review, review! And I love you all my dearlings!

Arigato

Ja'ne- Ami!!