The characters in this are all the inventions of JKRowling and Warner Bros and Bloomsbury Books.
I am not making anything out of this.
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DRAGON'S DESIRE
As the last chapter ended:
Malfoy grinned and winked at Ginny who was looking at this confrontation doubtfully. "Well, Fred, I promise that I'll only do to Ginny what you are doing with Angelina. Fair enough?"
"You DARE Malfoy!" Fred started, then stopped suddenly blushing to the roots of his hair.
"What exactly are you doing with Angelina?" Asked Ginny innocently of her older brother.
"Err, nothing, forget about it." Mumbled Fred, still as red as a beetroot.
While Fred was thus disarmed, Malfoy disappeared into the fireplace shouting "Dyeurn Alley" amid a shower of floo powder, quickly followed by Ginny.
Fred turned round to be confronted by his mother with her arms crossed and that look on her face.
"Well Fred? What are you doing with Angelina?" She demanded.
"Oh Mother, sheesh. I'm not sixteen any more."
Note, this chapter is PG13 for some interesting implications.
In Dyern Alley, Draco and Ginny were laughing like drains. "Fred's face was classic." She hooted.
"From what I can remember Ginny, it was always you that was getting the teasing. Perhaps with a little help from me, the boot will be on the other foot from now on. I wonder how your brothers will like it?" He said contemplatively. "Anyway. Let's get to the theatre."
"So what are we seeing?" Asked Ginny.
"A rather obscure play called 'The Kew Bus and the Incubus' is where we're headed. Hurry up or we'll be late." Said Draco.
Ginny wrinkled her nose. "Hmm, sounds a bit off to me."
"Just trust me, and get a move on. It's due to start in ten minutes."
"Trust you! Yeah, right!"
Within a few minutes they were at the box office and went past as Draco waved the tickets at the attendant.
"There doesn't seem to be too many people here Draco." Whispered Ginny.
Draco looked at her with a grin. "Weeeelllll, I didn't really pick the play for its literary qualities."
Ginny looked at him suspiciously. "And what qualities were you looking for exactly?"
"Take a look at the playbill Weasel. What do you see?" He drawled, clearly enjoying himself.
Ginny looked at the poster and frowned. The lead actor seemed familiar somehow.
"Aha!" She said. "Gilderoy Lockhart."
"Indeed, Weasel, indeed! It would seem that he has found his true calling, although from the reviews in the 'Daily Prophet' I don't think that too many others think so."
"Sooooo Draco, if the play isn't all that good, why exactly are we here?" Said Ginny.
"You'll see soon enough." He replied with a wicked grin. "Look. Here's our row, right up the back, and, oh look, the seats are doubles. My my, how, er, ahem, cosy. Fancy that now!"
"Hmmm." Was all the reply he got as Ginny headed off to their seat.
Within five minutes, the lights went down, and as you might have been able to guess, one of Draco's arms was around Ginny's shoulder one millisecond later and the other arm, well, let's just say he was taking full advantage of the thigh length split in Ginny's evening dress. Not that Ginny really minded, for in the odd few seconds over the next hour or so she was able to come up for breath and look at the stage, it was clearly obvious that the play was hopeless. Mind you, the constant snogging over that hour also had both Ginny and Draco in what might be called euphemistically a 'heightened state of awareness'.
Thus it was that our unlikely girlfriend-boyfriend pair fled the theatre arm in arm at intermission, headed for the nearest grate and with a cloud of floo powder shouted 'Malfoy Manor' together.
Draco and Ginny appeared out of the fireplace in Draco's bedroom. Ginny reached up behind her neck and released the clasp on her evening dress and carefully slid it off, placing it on the back of one of the chairs. Draco was gulping for air.
"Not fair Draco." She said. "I think you should loosen of that shirt and those trousers there." With that she slowly moved toward him and started to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, and with each button she undid, she nibbled at his neck and chest, allowing herself to rub against him. Draco was, understandably, having trouble organising his thoughts, but still retained enough vestiges of composure to remove his trousers and boxers.
He took Ginny by the waist and led her to the large four poster bed. "Ginny, I...I have been waiting soo long for this..." With that they both went...beserk.
Later that night after Ginny had returned to the Burrow and lay in her bed, she shook her head in amazement and confusion at what she had just been doing...and with Malfoy at that. She had of course heard the girls at Hogwarts talk about doing such stuff, but she never thought she could ever do half of it without gagging, let alone enjoy it! She grinned a little grin of evil though. Those nail marks in his back would take a couple of days to heal -- even with magic. Ginny wondered idly if Malfoy had remembered making that crack about her scratching his back in the jacuzzi If he made any complaint about it, she would certainly remind him. Yes, she thought to herself, this next year was going to be fun.
The next morning Draco Malfoy woke up with a groan. He was no innocent by any means, but he had never felt so sha-, er, exhausted in his life. He tried to turn over and gave an involuntary yelp of pain. His back felt as though it had been stabbed by a thousand knitting needles. He got up carefully, wincing as he did so. He made his way to the bathroom mirror, gingerly turning his back toward it to see the source of his discomfort. What he saw caused him to blanch. His back looked as though he had been flogged with a cat of nine tails...and it felt that way too. Draco shook his head, took up his wand and started what looked like it was going to be a long process of applying healing charms via the mirror. "That's the last time I ever tell Ginny that if I scratch her back, she should scratch mine...I wonder where she learned to...nah, better not ask." Thus he thought, as he dabbed away with the wand.
Thus our unlikely pair forged their relationship over the next few months. Draco played the gentleman and had Arthur and Molly eating out of his hand, and Ginny eating from elsewhere (Restaurants if you must know!). Ginny's business too had taken off, helped along by the injection of Malfoy cash. This had enabled the building of glasshouses and sheds as well as the development of a distribution network. She was working longer and longer hours filling orders and the money was rolling in - sort of. However, the longer working hours were cutting into quality snogging time as far as Malfoy was concerned, and he was about to do something about that. Snogging is important.
With a 'pop' he apparated in the room that served as Virginia's office. She looked up at him from her work and greeted him with a smile. She rose from her chair and moved over to give him a peck on the cheek.
"What's up? I haven't seen you in here before." She said.
"Well." He drawled. "I know I said I would be a sleeping partner in the business, but I thought I would have a look at my investment for once.
He cast his eye critically round the office at the piles of paper mounded up on desks and shoved in drawers so full that they couldn't close.
"Looks a bit messy, Gin." He said.
Ginny crossed her arms and glared at him. "You have been grouching about how much time I spend here already. What would you prefer? I could spend a few more hours a day here to fix the paperwork, or I can spend time with you."
"Well now...Good Merlin!" He exclaimed as he picked up a piece of paper from one of the piles on the floor. "Look at this - Someone owes you two hundred galleons from..." He raised his eyebrows and continued in fainting accents. "...six months ago!!"
"Listen Mr Smart Aleck Malfoy, did you come here to be a pest, or do you have something positive to contribute?"
"Well, Virginia. It looks to me like you need someone to keep the administration of this place up to date."
Virginia raised her head to the sky. "You don't need an MBA to work that out wonder-boy! The trouble is, it takes so long to advertise and interview and train people. And time is the one thing I don't have, unless you have some idea of doing some of this for me?"
"Malfoy looked at her and the piles of paper with distaste. "You can't be serious. I have all my books done by the Malfoy Estate Steward. Anything else, I file under 'Shredder' - the only piece of muggle equipment I have in the house. However, I do know someone who is reliable, honest, has good administrative experience and is at least as trustworthy as I am."
"You expect me to put someone on that YOU recommend?" Said Ginny in a fit of spite.
She bit her tongue a second later after she saw the tell-tale smirk on Malfoy's face. From their months of going out, she could tell he was going to make her feel silly.
"Actually Ginny, I was going to suggest your father for the job. After all, he has the experience in administration, and is looking for work. You also know full well he is driving your mother distracted in the kitchen. A few hours a day here would give him some well needed cash, give him something to do, and perhaps over the year, as the business grows, it could turn into a full-time position."
Ginny hit her head with her hand. Of course. Her father. No need for job interviews and all that nonsense - he could start straight away. And best of all, it would remove the gloom and depression that he had been feeling since he had lost his Ministry job, not to mention catching up on all that money she was owed in the bills scattered round the office and stuffed in drawers.
She sighed. "I guess I owe you one, Malfoy. And..." She continued with an apologetic smile, "...no time like the present for paying off my debts."
With that she flicked her fingers and the doors locked themselves with a click, the blinds snapped shut and a bed appeared from nowhere in the middle of the floor. "Hmm." She said as she surveyed the room. "One more thing...Accio Baby Oil!"
A/N Now for those readers who know what comes next, I shall not add to your imaginations. To those innocents among you who do not know what Ginny and Draco are about to do, I refer you to your parents or personal trauma counsellor. However, there is one piece of advice I need to impart at this point as it relates to personal safety. If ever you use baby oil, it is important to wash it off later on, as it can clog the pores. If the pores become clogged, they can become infected and cause blood poisoning. As responsible young adults, of course Ginny and Draco know this. Hence after the hour or two...or three of using the baby oil, naturally enough, they needed to take a bath to remove the oil. Ahem, naturally.
"Mmmm Draco," said Ginny as she luxuriated in the bath, "there seems to be a lot of baby oil just here. How about using that soap to rub it off? I wouldn't like to get clogged pores."
"Me either. And I think I ought to give you a bit more soaping over there too Ginny. Can't be too careful about not getting those pores clogged now. How about if we get the soap all over us and then..."
A/N Aah. I do like a clean story.
It was now late spring, and Draco and Ginny, having decided to take the day off were lying on the lawn just de-gnomed lawn of the Burrow. The clouds scudded past and the couple breathed in the spring air. Draco coughed nervously and rolled over to his elbow so he could see Ginny's face.
"You know," he said. "It's ten months since we made our little agreement."
Ginny opened one eye and returned him a lazy smile. "So it is."
"Well, um, what do you think about making it a permanent arrangement?" Said Draco nervously.
"Permanent?" Said Ginny. "Like how?"
Draco drew breath. "Like, would you consider marrying me?"
"Oh dear." Said Ginny sitting bolt upright. She frowned and grasped her hands round her knees. "I...I don't think so Draco, I really don't. I mean, I don't dislike you any more, in fact I quite like you. And I am grateful for what you have done for my family. I enjoy your company and our snog sessions. But marriage? Love? Sheesh! I mean I am sure I would be happy if we got married, but Draco...I don't think I'm in love."
Draco exhaled slowly and looked at her, his face, initially flushed and expectant, took on that distant and almost sneering look of the Draco of old.