Tempest's Fury
A/N: I would like to take this time to thank Amy (w&m_law) and Margherita (Strega Brava) for their encouragement to continue this saga. Amy & Margherita, you guys are the very best!!! God Bless you both!!
Chapter one... Tainted Love
Lucius Malfoy had been quiet now for three years with no sign of him whatsoever. This had the Order of the Phoenix in an uproar. Where was he and why was he quiet for so long? Had something happened to him? They had all of their aurors out looking for him as well as all the wizards and witches on Vincent's computer network, but still nothing. Then, one day in early June just before all the students left Hogwarts, Vincent received an email saying that Lucius had been spotted in Germany.
Dumbledore called an emergency meeting at the ministry, summoning most of Malfoy manor, Ron, Harry, and Sirius to the overnight strategy session. Hermione and Narcissa were at Hogwarts meeting with Minerva on the Malfoy School curriculum and Patricia had gone to visit her sister who had just had a baby. This left Draco and Ginny to watch over the children that remained for the weekend at the Manor.
It had been a very uneventful evening. After the children had been fed, they played games or sat around Ginny as she read to some of the younger ones.
After the children were all asleep, Draco retired to his chambers to do some estate business and Ginny sat in her sitting room, reading. It was about one in the morning when the ward went off. Running from their respective rooms, Draco and Ginny met in the hall as they went through the plan that had been devised if a ward were to be breached. After they made sure the children were safe, their rooms warded, Draco and Ginny ran from the house, wands drawn, trying to find the source of the ward breach. Something had caused a ward to collapse and they had to find out what that something was. They searched and searched but to no avail, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Their search took them out into the vast yards, leading them finally to the gazebo, where Ginny sat for a moment looking out over the grounds. As Ginny rested there, her nerves frazzled from the inability to find the cause of the intrusion, she innocently moved the hair from her face, causing the moonlight to catch it, turning it a coppery gold. Draco stood transfixed as if caught in a trance. 'Gods, when did she become so beautiful?' he thought as he sat down next to her, breathing in her scent. She smelled of honey and almonds and it was making his head spin. Ginny tingled at his presence, his magic flowing strong. Why hadn't she ever felt that before? Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, she saw his profile, his white-blonde hair almost glowing in the moonlight as his hair fell roguishly into his eyes. Barely breathing he reached out, running a finger lightly over her jaw, whispering desperately, "Ginny, I don't know why but I cannot resist you anymore. I need you."
Ginny was in his arms in a heartbeat. "Merlin help me but I can't help myself," she said quietly as her lips touched his, kissing him for the first time. As their kiss became bolder, Draco lay Ginny back on the cushions of the gazebo, his hand moving slowly up her leg. "Draco, we really shouldn't do this, what about Harry and Hermione?" Ginny asked breathlessly.
"Sshhhh, they aren't here, only us, so no talking, just feel," he commanded, as he captured her lips again.
His kisses were like her hair, long and fiery. Draco drug his lips from her mouth, down her throat, leaving a trail of fire against her skin, nearly scorching her delicate throat. One hand gently removed the strap of her white silk nightgown, pulling it off one shoulder then the other, letting the material pool at her small waist.
As Draco's mouth worshipped her skin, Ginny moaned with pleasure and tried desperately to pull away.
"Draco, we can't do this," she pleaded as she extracted herself from his arms.
Draco took her face gently in his hands. He meant to comfort her but suddenly his mouth was covering hers as he started to kiss her trembling lips. Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, pulling him closer to her. Losing all thought of Harry and Hermione, Draco made love to Ginny, driven by some otherworldly force. It was as if they were possessed. They couldn't have stopped it if they had wanted to, Ginny matching his fury as their bodies came together.
Once it was over, Draco held her as they both cried, basking in the intense feelings that were coursing though their bodies. When the tingling started to wane, they gathered up their clothing in silence, refraining from making eye contact, both afraid of the consequences.
Draco placed her on the bed never breaking their kiss. With sure hands, he removed her gown, letting it slide from his fingers like milk with silky smoothness to the floor. Ginny, in her haste to feel his skin next to hers, ripped his shirt down the front, tossing the tattered remains on top of her own discarded clothing.
Draco became even more aroused as he suddenly found himself under Ginny as she used her lips and hands to pay homage to his body, bringing him to heights that only his wife had ever brought him. It was different with Ginny, they were rough with each other, a desperate need, that if not fulfilled, they felt certain they would surely die. Draco flipped Ginny to be under him, seizing her hands in his, holding them over her head as he lowered his mouth to her body capturing her skin in his mouth, devouring her. As they came together for the second time that night, it was rough and demanding, causing both to cry out as more endless waves of pleasure swept their wearied bodies, leaving their minds in a foggy blur as they fell into an exhausted sleep.
As the sun came streaming into the room Ginny woke feeling more tired than when she went to bed. And she was sore. Why was she sore? Must have been a great shag session, but when did Harry come home. She didn't even remember, yet here he was, her head lying on his chest. Lifting her hand to caress him she paused, where did the hair on his chest go? As Ginny opened her eyes, she nearly fainted. "Oh my Gods," she thought as she jumped out of bed. She looked at herself seeing the bruises and bite marks on her naked skin, glancing at the bed, a wave of nausea swept over her. She pulled on her gown in haste and ran from the room, clutching her mouth, her mind screaming as she ran. "What was I doing naked with Draco Malfoy?"
As Ginny entered her chambers she ran to the bathroom and became violently ill. Wiping her face with a cool cloth, she sat on the bathroom floor sobbing. "Oh Gods, what have I done? No, No, No!!!" she wailed as her body was racked with another round of vomiting. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there on the floor being sick when she heard a frantic knock on the door.
"Ginny, are you all right?" asked the voice.
Ginny started to panic, wiping her face, not making a sound.
"Ginny," the voice became louder, "It's Draco. Collette said you were ill. Let me in so I can help you. Please," he pleaded; concern for her was apparent.
With a shaky voice Ginny replied, "Go away Draco. I don't want to see you…leave me alone."
"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asked, sounding desperate, not understanding why she was acting this way.
Realizing that maybe he didn't remember anything that took place she replied, trying to sound less terrified, "I'll be all right. Just a mild case of the flu I think. Have Collette look after the little ones and let me sleep for a while. I am sure I will feel better after a bath and some sleep. Harry…" her voice caught, "Harry will be home in a little while and will take over."
"Gin, are you sure there isn't some way I can help you?" Draco pleaded through the closed door.
"I'm fine really. I look and feel like hell, but other than that, it's nothing that a good bath and a nap won't cure," she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Okay if you're sure. Do you want me to send Collette up?" he asked his voice still dripping with concern.
"No, I'll be fine. Really," she replied.
"Feel better and, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me okay?" Draco offered again.
"Okay, I will," she said again, waiting to hear his retreating footsteps.
As Draco walked away, he could have sworn he heard Ginny sobbing but thought that maybe it was a girl thing and decided to leave her alone as requested. He thought maybe he had the flu too because he had woke up feeling very tired. He remembered having dinner, playing with the children and going to his chambers to do some work. The next thing, he was waking up feeling exhausted with unexplained bruises in his upper body and legs. Shaking his head, he went down to get some breakfast and take care of the children.
After a long hot bath, Ginny healed her bruises, got dressed and laid down on her bed, falling asleep immediately.
Harry arrived back at the Manor late that evening, exhausted from the trip. When he walked in Draco, who instead of asking about what they had found out about his father's whereabouts, greeted him with his concern for Ginny.
"Harry, she hasn't come out of your room all day and she won't let us in. She said that she thinks she has the flu because she was vomiting and she didn't want us to get it. I thought I heard her crying at one point but she wouldn't even let Collette in to see her. I am so glad you are here," Draco explained as Harry turned to go up the stairs.
Calling back over his shoulder he said, "Thanks Draco. Oh, and Hermione said to tell you she would be back in a little while. Her and Narcissa stopped to see Lavender and Vincent's new baby. They should be here within the hour."
"Thanks," he replied as Harry bounded up the stair to check on his wife, waving his hand in acknowledgement at Draco.
When Harry entered their chamber, it was dark. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Ginny curled up on their bed asleep, looking peaceful. He quietly undressed putting on only his pajama bottoms and crawled into bed behind her.
Upon feeling the extra weight on the bed, Ginny panicked and jumped out of Harry's reaching arms.
"Nooo, get away from me," she screamed, scooting to the foot of the bed, cowering in fear.
"Ginny," he whispered softly, "Love, it's me, Harry."
As she looked through the darkness, recognition of his voice registered and she began to weep.
"Oh Gods Harry, I am so sorry… I didn't mean for it to happen… It's not my…"
she rambled incoherently.
Reaching for her, he pulled her gently into his arms. "Ginny, love, what are you babbling about?" he asked soothingly, moving the hair from her tear streaked face.
Looking deep into his bright green eyes she realized what she had been trying to apologize for. Thinking fast, she knew she needed to justify her ranting. "Oh I'm sorry, I was having a nightmare that I broke your broomstick and you were mad at me," she lied pitifully.
"Oh Ginny, don't worry about a broomstick, that's no reason to get so upset,' he cooed.
"I know. It's just you were very upset and I was scared. Must be a residual from the flu, crazy dreams," she said trying to smile as she touched his face in awe over the love that was radiating from his eyes.
"Are you feeling any better? Draco was worried sick," he asked, smoothing her hair tenderly.
"I told him I was fine," she snapped, feeling guilty as the words came from her lips.
"Gin, calm down. He was just showing concern," Harry gently chided as he lifted her chin so she would look at him.
"I know. I'm sorry. I just don't know what has gotten into me. Forgive me?" she asked quietly as she lowered her head again, tears falling once more.
"You know I can never stay mad at you," he whispered and his hand slipped behind her neck, his thumb coming up under her jaw, lifting her face to him.
"Ginny, there is nothing you could do that I wouldn't forgive. Do you understand me?" he asked tenderly as he watched her eyes fill again. "I love you more than life," he said so quietly she wasn't sure he said it, then his face slowly lowered to hers.
As his lips brushed hers, Ginny let out a whimper as her heart broke over what she had done with Draco. "Yes, Harry," she thought, "but will you forgive me for betraying you with your former enemy?"
When Harry felt her tremble he pulled away looking puzzled. "Gin, are you okay?" he asked, deep concern etched across his face. Ginny stared up at him, knowing that she wasn't but not wanting to worry him further and not wanting to prompt any more questions from him.
Somewhere deep in her mind a part of her screamed that she should tell him her fears, tell him what happened, but the louder voice, the insecure part of her that still was eleven years old and peeking at him from behind her bedroom door forced her to whisper, "Yes."
Ginny thought that perhaps if she could get him to make love to her, it would push the thoughts of Draco and the memory of waking up next to him from her mind.
"Harry," she whispered pleadingly, " please make love to me. I need you!"
Harry didn't need asking twice. Though he was concerned about his wife's emotional state, if that's what she wanted him to do, he was not going to argue. Smiling down at her, he pulled her closer to him, claiming her lips once more in the most tender of kisses making Ginny soon forget that Draco Malfoy even existed.
As morning dawned, Ginny felt a lot better. Harry had made love to her most of the night. He was so tender and loving that tears again sprang to her eyes as she thought how much she totally loved him. In the wee hours of the morning after Harry had finally fallen asleep, Ginny had decided that there was something dark going on. She made up her mind that, after breakfast, which she would eat in their chambers, she was going up to the attic where some of Lucius' old dark magic books were still stored to see what kind of spell could have made them act that way. Harry and Hermione would be teaching the last of the classes this morning so she would have a few hours to search in peace without worry of being needed.
Looking over at her husband, Ginny became suddenly afraid, afraid that she would lose his love if he ever found out about Draco, This tore her up inside. As she lay there, tears running down her face, Harry woke, reaching out to her, pulling her into his warm embrace.
"Why are you crying?" he asked sleepily as he tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Because I would die if you ever stopped loving me," she whispered as she lay her head on his chest, listening to his strong heart beating.
Stroking her hair, Harry sighed, "I will always love you. You are my part of my soul. Without you I cease to exist."
As her tears slowly dripped onto his chest, Harry became worried, starting to fear that something was terribly wrong.
"Ginny, why are you feeling like this? You are really scaring me!"
"I'm sorry. I still don't feel that well. I think I will just stay in our chambers today, maybe go get a book and curl up. Do you think that would be okay?" she asked as she ran her finger in circles on his stomach.
"I think that is an excellent idea, however, if you continue to play like you are right now, I will be late for class," he laughed as she moved her hand lower.
"And that is bad how?" she asked seductively as she started kissing his chest.
An hour or so later, Harry finally made it out the door as he headed to breakfast, promising to have a house elf send up something to her. After she ate, Ginny took the long walk up to the fifth floor to the attic. Using her wand she opened the door with a creek and entered. The first time she had entered this room it was nothing like what she had imagined. The room was immaculate. It looked more like a well-stocked study than an attic. As you walked in, the walls were lined with ceiling high bookcases, overflowing with volumes of dark magic. To the left was an enormous four poster bed. Lucius had used it to entertain the ladies when Narcissa had been away. Ginny remembered being impressed with the room when she had come there to help Draco with some work for Albus on potions and remedies that were influenced by dark arts. They had worked side by side for weeks. Pouring over volume after volume of dark magic books that had been hidden away by Lucius. Now as she entered the attic again, she felt the dark magic flowing through the room, causing her to shudder. Walking up to one of the many heavy laden shelves, Ginny picked a book, placed it on the desk and started to go through it, looking for something that might explain why and how they were acting the way they were.
As she sat there, head bowed over the book, she didn't hear him come into the room, she felt him. The closer he got to the desk, the more she tingled. The mere site of him set her senses into overdrive. She stood silently and walked around the desk, into his outstretched arms. When their lips met, she trembled with excitement, reaching up to hold him closer. They were like wild beasts in their ardor. Tenderness had no part in their coupling. Suddenly, clothes were flying and they were on the bed, skin against skin, feeling the power of their union. Once again they devoured each other in their passionate embrace, touching, tasting, betraying. Some time later, it was Draco who woke first, realizing then what they had done.
"Ginny," he said desperately as he woke her, looking disgusted in what he knew must have happened.
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and he knew. They had committed the ultimate crime…betrayal.
As they got dressed, he asked Ginny some questions.
"This is why you were sick isn't it? You were the one to wake up before and realize what we did," he asked, not daring to look her in the face.
"Yes," she said quietly, "I woke with you in your chambers yesterday, I left before you woke," she continued, looking as bad as he felt.
"You came up here to find what kind of curse had been used didn't you?" he asked, looking to the volume that lay open on the desk.
Ginny nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment to speak.
"When I came in the spell took over again until I woke up first this time," he said as he thumbed through the book.
"That is my belief. Draco, what are we going to do? I don't know if I can live with this guilt. It has only been a day and I have been extremely ill from it. How are we supposed to get on with our lives when we know that we have betrayed the two people we love more than life?" she asked as tears streamed down her face.
Draco crossed the room to sit next to her on the bed. "I don't know at the moment but we can't say anything until we are certain what spell was used. I think that we should go to someone besides Harry and Hermione with this. If we can avoid telling them I would prefer it. I can't stand the thought of the look I would see on her face. It would kill me if she stopped loving me for this," he explained as his own tears prickled at his eyes.
"I know. I don't want Harry to find out either, but who can we trust with this kind of information?" she asked as she looked sideways at him.
"Sirius and Mother, I think that they would be able to keep a level head above anyone else. They have both seen too much dark arts not to recognize a curse when they see one," he said as Ginny stood to leave.
"Let me know when we should go to see them, and I will go with you. Now, I think I need to get back. Harry thought I was going to stay in bed all day, seeing as he thinks I have the flu. I am really sorry, Draco, I didn't know what was happening," she confided as the tears ran down her face.
Draco was at her side in a moment, pulling her into his arms, comforting her. "We will get through this, I promise. I just want you to know that I would never hurt you in a million years. It wasn't me."
Touching his face tenderly, Ginny whispered, "I know. It's okay," before she turned and walked out the door.
The door closed with a click as Draco sank to the floor, tears pouring from his eyes as the betrayal hit him full force.
"I will get you father if it is the last thing I do… I will see you dead for this," he said, with a clinched jaw.
After class, Harry went up to their chambers to see how Ginny was feeling but she was not there. Thinking that she had gone down to the library, he checked there but no Ginny. Harry searched the house for over an hour looking for her but she was nowhere to be found.
Harry came back to their chamber frantic. Upon entering he heard someone in the other room and opened the door. "Oh, thank goodness, there you are. I have been looking…" Harry stopped mid-sentence when he saw his wife standing there, bruises on her thigh that looked like a hand print.
"Ginny, who did that to you? Who hurt you?" he asked angrily as he crossed the room to her.
