Chapter 12

Lucius' P.O.V.

I had been having sex with Ginevra regularly for three weeks. In fact, when I picked up the paper that morning, she was sleeping in my bed, exhausted. I read the top headline and story:

Harry Potter is Once Again the World's Most Eligible Bachelor.

In a joint statement from Harry Potter and former fiancee Ginny Weasley, the couple announced they were cancelling their marriage that was to take place less than two months from today. No reason was given for the end of the engagement, but the former couple stated that this is the end of their romantic relationship.

I was surprised; she never said a word to me. However, on the positive side, it meant that there would be no reason for our affair to end. I can't lie; she's the single best fuck I have ever had. She is nasty in the best possible way. But in truth, I do enjoy chatting with her, too. She's funny, and has a cunning side I never expected.

I heard her moan, so I placed the paper down and returned to the bed next to her.

"I should be going," she said while stretching.

"Why? It's not like you have a wedding to deal with."

She dropped her arm over her eyes. "Shit, you saw the paper," she moaned.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, pulling her towards me.

"I didn't do it for you," she explained, "I did it because you were right. I would only be miserable in the long run if I married him. I didn't want you thinking I did it for you."

"I'm glad you did it for yourself, but I shall enjoy the fact greatly. Hide out here for a few days and let things blow over a bit?" I suggested.

"Tempting, but I can't. What would Draco say?"

"He's away on business." I started caressing her. "Think of it as a mini vacation. I'm sure things at your parents' aren't the most comfortable."

"I wouldn't want you thinking I'm getting attached."

"Oh, I want you attached; to my cock, at least. Ride me," I suggested. "Drop your amazing pussy onto my cock and allow me to play with your ass."

"You don't play fair, using sex against me," she complained.

"I'm not using it against you. I'm trying to encourage you. You could stay a week or so. Think; no cooking or cleaning, staff to see to most of your whims, and me to take care of the rest of your needs. There are many locations in the Manor I think we both would enjoy."

"It does sound like heaven," she admitted. "But I have nothing here."

Getting her in my bed had only cost me some expensive Firewhiskey. I didn't mind the idea of spoiling her. "What do you need?" I asked as I played with her hair.

"Well, some underwear, to start! You really need to stop tearing it off of me," she told me off.

I admit, it's a bad habit of mine.

Ginny's P.O.V.

"Also, I don't even have a toothbrush here." I spent a week at Malfoy Manor, and it was amazing! A house elf took care of all the cooking and cleaning, and I was able to relax. Lucius was really good company. He's a bit of a romantic, until you get into actually having sex; then he was exactly what I was missing. He had this dominant side that came out during sex, Severus had that, too. I wondered if it was an effect of being Death Eaters. I like being controlled in the bedroom.

While I was at the Manor, I didn't have to deal with everyone bugging me about the breakup with Harry, but the time came for me to face the music and go back home to Mum and Dad's. At least Harry and I told my family that the wedding was called off. Hopefully, Mum will have cooled off a bit by now. Thankfully, the Quidditch season was over and I didn't have to deal with that, but at the same time, I didn't have a daily excuse to not be home for hours each day.

I did have Neville and Luna, though. I spent some time reconnecting with them. I wished I could have said that home was a great place to be, but Mum was more hurt about Harry and I than Harry was! I think, in her mind, I had hurt one of her kids, and I betrayed her, because now Harry wouldn't be a legally recognized member of her family. As well, all the planning for the wedding was for nothing. I don't even think she realised what she was doing. I do understand her feelings; Harry is a member of our family, and I do care a great deal for him. I just can't spend a lifetime without feeling anything and having unsatisfying sex. Maybe that's petty of me, but it's how I felt.

More than two months after the wedding was called off, I was done hiding that I was seeing someone. There was no reason to tell them who, but I was tired of sneaking around. I was heading to the Manor wearing a tighter than usual pair of pants, for I knew Lucius enjoyed how young I was. I didn't mind; to me, age is a number and nothing more.

"Where are you heading to?" Mum asked as I headed to the back door.

"I have a date," I stated. "I'll see you tomorrow." Thankfully, that battle ended when I was dating Harry.

"Oh? With who?" Mum asked.

"No one to get excited about, Mum. It's just a date."

"Ginny, love-"

"Mum, I know, but it's too early to tell anything about this. He and I haven't even labeled our time together as dating."

"Ginny, love, don't sell yourself short. Don't just allow a guy to…"

"Mum, we are not having this talk! I have to go."

I arrived at the Manor and was informed that Lucius had an unexpected guest, but that I should head up to his room and enjoy a bath. The house elf will inform Lucius that I have arrived.

Lucius' P.O.V.

I was sitting and enjoying a drink with Severus Snape. Since the war, he had removed himself from the magical world for the most part. He kept in touch with me by visiting once in a while. We were having an interesting discussion when a house elf popped in. "Master?"

I cut the elf off. "My guest is here. Is she secured as we discussed?" Ginevra and I hadn't discussed the matter of if we were allowing others to know we're seeing each other. So far, only my house elves knew who kept me so entertained.

"Yes, Master."

"Thank you. Away with you now," I ordered.

"A new lover, Lucius?" Severus questioned.

I felt the smirk on my face. "An ever willing partner," I confessed, or bragged; I'm not sure which.

He shrugged. "You are entitled after enduring Narcissa. Might I ask, who?"

"You can ask, but I'm keeping her, and her identity, to myself," I replied.

A/N I just have to say flamers are the single most pathic type of troll. At least people on facebook (even fake accounts) have enough guts to have an account for the person they are trolling to reply too. Flamers here are just sad little people who are jealous that others have enough confidences to open themself up the the rest of the world inclueding plausable negative comment and continue on.