A big chapter for these two, enjoy!


He stayed there for a moment, perched above her. Her eyes met his and she knew that he could see everything, each desire and question inside her head.

"Go on then," she said. "Kiss me."

"Must I? I was enjoying just looking."

He smirked, apparently charmed by his own moves, and then flicked at the collar of her leather jacket.

"So many layers," he mused.

"It's starting to get chilly again."

"Take it off. It's warm in here. And your shoes."

She sat up to obey, and he backed off, unbuttoning his own shirt.

"You're getting ahead of yourself," she said, dropping the jacket off the side of the bed.

"Catch up, then," he said, although he seemed to be finished once he shed his shirt. Instead, he took one more step back and crossed his arms over his chest, watching.

This made Ginny feel flushed all over, and she quickly pulled her shirt over her head, delighted when she looked up and saw his eyes dilate at the exposure.

"What next?" she asked, purposefully softening her voice. He stepped forward and put his hands to her belt, undoing it.

"This," Lucius murmured, burying his head in her neck as he removed it. Ginny's arms wrapped around him, skin to skin, and he moved to unzip her pants. He helped her slip out of them, and then placed his hands on her waist, moving her farther to the center of the bed and crawling up with her.

"Now you," she said, lips against his. She undid his pants quickly and pushed them off, brushing against his erection as she did. She smiled and laid back.

"You're perfect," he said, just looking once more.

"Do you remember the first time I spent the night? When I begged for it and you wouldn't cave?"

"Hardest thing I've ever done."

"How hard?" she asked, placing her foot on his thigh and sliding upwards, teasing at the hem of his boxers.

"Very," he snarled, snatching her foot and pushing it back down the bed. He fell forward over her, and began to kiss her in earnest, tugging at her bra straps as he did. She arched her back for him to reach around and undo the clasp, moaning as his crotch ground into hers.

"Let's just kiss," she managed to gasp out. "For a long time. Before we do anything else."

He didn't respond, too busy putting her words into action. It was nice to just make out like that, like teenagers. They switched positions at one point, moving her onto top, and then later, rolled back to their original pose. Lucius relished leaving hickeys all across her neck and chest, knowing that while they could easily be healed in the morning, they marked her as indisputably his.

But then, finally, they both grew weary of being teenagers.

"More," she finally breathed out, clutching his head to her chest as he delighted in her breasts, and he began to work his way down, her hands guiding him as they tangled in his hair.

"Like this?" His fingers hooked through the sides of her underwear, and he pulled them down sharply, eliciting a gasp.

"Yes," she moaned, vaguely aware of how wet she already was and what he must be seeing.

"And this?" Lucius parted her folds slowly, laboriously, and dragged a single finger upwards through her wetness and across her clit.

Ginny could only bite her lip and moan again, thrusting her hips upwards in hope of more.

"Don't hold back, darling," he said, continuing his slow play. "Be as loud as you'd like; no one will hear. I can see what you want. We don't have any secrets."

He looked up to watch her squirm, hair spread out on the bed, hands clutching the sheets.

"I want to come," she gasped out. "Please. Use your tongue, finger me, anything. Just do it."

"Perfect," he said once more, and set to work.


Much later, they were curled together on the edge of sleep, Ginny's face pressed into Lucius's chest. She laid absentminded kisses on his skin as he rubbed her back, and the longer it went on the more she knew that her ill-advised words were going to spill over.

Ill-advised maybe, but if she couldn't say this, what was the point in being there and ruining everything else she had?

"Lucius?" she peeped, almost hoping he wouldn't hear.

"Mmmm," he replied, relaxed beyond words.

"I'm afraid I'm beginning to love you," she said, already hating herself for bringing it up.

Lucius was suddenly wide awake, sensing her nerves, and he pulled her closer to him even as she tried to scramble away.

"Beginning?" he asked, smiling over the top of her head. "Darling, I'm afraid to tell you that I began a long time ago."

Ginny let out a shaky sob that was halfway to a laugh, and he released her far enough so that they could look at one another.

"Really?"

"Truly." He pushed some hair from her face and wiped away the few tears she had spilled. "Since almost the very start."

"But what can we do?"

"To start," he said, lacing his hands with hers, "you can take off this ring. Give it back when you can; nothing about this is fair for you, or him for that matter. I don't care for Potter, but you know he doesn't deserve this. And I want you to be free of this lie you live; I would want that even if we weren't going to be together."

"And if I do give it back, what will I have left?"

"You will have me, angel. I promise you that I will find a way for us to be happy and free. If you want." He sounded resigned to something that hadn't happened yet.

"Why wouldn't I?" She looked up at him, truly shocked. "Do you think I told you I love you just to give up?"

"Ginny, you don't understand. I've made bad mistakes – "

But she wouldn't listen to that, couldn't.

"Lucius, I've made as many mistakes as you. Look at me, I'm engaged but I'm here, naked in bed, with you. I know everything you've done and I've thought about everything you've done and I'm not scared anymore."

He looked at her with admiration, something swelling up in his chest.

"You're pretty," he murmured, playing with her hair.

"And you're changing the subject."

"That's all there is to say, I think. We have both made mistakes in life, and you're pretty."


But has Lucius figured out Ginny's part in his recent stint in the big house? We'll have to see...

This story is starting to drag a bit for me, not sure why. Maybe I'll be hit with some inspiration and update as quickly as normal, or maybe it'll be a while. Any constructive and kindly worded plot ideas would be appreciated!

Please, please go check out my new oneshot Rosy! It's just a little bit about a Weasley gathering after the war, with all the canon pairings. I think it's really sweet and happy, and it was fun to write characterizations for the next-gen and some of the less famous Weasley adults!

xoxo