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Chapter 7: Interlude
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As Draco Malfoy - ferret extraordinaire and scourge of Hogwarts, pulled Gina Weston out of the club and onto the dark and wet London streets that night, he didn't have a clue what the results would be. If he had, he probably would have left her inside...But as it was, neither of them had any idea of what their actions would lead to, as they walked into the rainy streets that night.
Draco had Ginny's hand in a firm grip, causing her to jog down the streets to keep up with his stride. After walking about 50 yards, he stopped in front of an old style apartment building.
"Err, what are we doing here?"
"Celebrating."
"Oh."
Draco opened the door and led her inside. The building had looked a bit run- down from the outside, but on the inside it was anything but. The floor was marble and the walls were a dark wood that seemed to signal "old money". From behind a discreet counter, a security guard greeted them. He and Draco exchanged pleasantries before the guard opened the remotely controlled elevator doors. The auror in Ginny noted the extensive security system surrounding Draco's home.
She kept quiet as the elevator rose up to the top floor and exited in what was obviously Draco's flat. The interior was similar to his office, with a lot of glass and steel, but there were also subdued earthly tones in the fabrics, giving the flat a comfortable feel.
Draco left Gina in his living room as he went to the kitchen in search of a bottle of wine. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living area was a steel counter, and as he collected the bottle and two glasses, he could see her fidgeting. Draco prided himself in being a perceptive man, he took great care of the details, and right now there was no doubt that Miss Weston was feeling rather uncomfortable. For a minute Draco almost felt sorry for her, but then he shrugged the notion away. He knew she was lying about why she had broken into his office. And that made her one of two things - she was either a death eater, sent by one of his deceased father's megalomaniac friends, or she was a ministry spy. He wasn't sure which one was worse.
"I couldn't find any champagne, but I hope this will do just as well?" Draco said as he held up a bottle of cabernet sauvignon.
"What?"
"Back at the office you said that you, me and a bottle of champagne was how you wanted us to celebrate the evening."
"I did?" Ginny was suddenly distracted as Draco poured the wine and handed her a glass, letting his fingers linger on hers a moment longer than necessary.
Draco let his eyes wander, noticing how Gina's shirt, wet after their walk in the rain, was now clinging to her lush curves. She was not exactly what society considered beautiful. She was short; just a bit over five feet - she hardly reached his chest. Her face was small and and pixie-like, with prominent cheekbones and eyes that somehow seemed too big for her. But society could say what they liked, in Draco's eyes Gina was a picture of femininity and passion. With her lush curves and fiery red hair, he couldn't help but picture how she would look in his bed covered only by his silken sheets and her hair messed up by a night of passionate lovemaking.
As Ginny felt Draco's cool gray eyes roaming her body she felt her body respond to his proximity. Her nipples hardened against the soft fabric of her shirt, and she could feel a hot tension rising low in her stomach. It couldn't be helped - whatever else Draco Malfoy was, he was most definitely a fine example of the male species. And the gods knew that it had been a long time since any man had gotten such a response from her. It wasn't as if she had lived these past four years in celibacy - she hadn't. But still, a couple of one-night-stands were not enough. And even though Ginny knew it was crazy, a part of her was telling her that she and Draco would be great together.
Draco brushed a couple of her straying curls away from her face before leaning down and capturing her lips with his. The kiss was not like the kisses Ginny had experienced in the past. Where the one-night-stands had been fumbling and unsure, where Harry's had been soft and tender, Draco's lips were hard and demanding upon hers. Ginny knew she should end it. She should end the charade right now. Tell the ministry that her cover had been blown. Whatever it took, as long as it included getting the hell away from Draco Malfoy. But she didn't. Instead she let her hands tangle into his hair. And when he lifted her up and started carrying her towards the bedroom, instead of telling him to put her down she wrapped her legs around his waist while at the same time ripping his shirt, most likely tailor made, off him, while whispering words of encouragement in his ear.
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Sometime later that night, or rather morning, between their trysts of passion while Draco was sleepily caressing one breast, he asked her.
"So, what were you doing in my office?"
Ginny, who was mostly asleep at that point, snuggled closer to his chest as she answered.
"Snooping."
"For what?"
She shrugged before muttering something unintelligible.
"Gina?"
Draco tried to get a reaction from her, but it was pointless. He spat at a curse. Whoever she was working for was safe for tonight at least. This wasn't the end of it; sooner or later he was going to find out who Gina was working for. And then. He looked down at the woman sleeping cuddled against him. She looked so beautiful; her mouth was swollen with his kisses, her hair spread over his chest. Well, he didn't know what would happen then, but he was going to make sure that Gina Weston remained in his bed. With that last thought, Draco fell asleep, cradling the woman who was going to rock his world.
Chapter 7: Interlude
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As Draco Malfoy - ferret extraordinaire and scourge of Hogwarts, pulled Gina Weston out of the club and onto the dark and wet London streets that night, he didn't have a clue what the results would be. If he had, he probably would have left her inside...But as it was, neither of them had any idea of what their actions would lead to, as they walked into the rainy streets that night.
Draco had Ginny's hand in a firm grip, causing her to jog down the streets to keep up with his stride. After walking about 50 yards, he stopped in front of an old style apartment building.
"Err, what are we doing here?"
"Celebrating."
"Oh."
Draco opened the door and led her inside. The building had looked a bit run- down from the outside, but on the inside it was anything but. The floor was marble and the walls were a dark wood that seemed to signal "old money". From behind a discreet counter, a security guard greeted them. He and Draco exchanged pleasantries before the guard opened the remotely controlled elevator doors. The auror in Ginny noted the extensive security system surrounding Draco's home.
She kept quiet as the elevator rose up to the top floor and exited in what was obviously Draco's flat. The interior was similar to his office, with a lot of glass and steel, but there were also subdued earthly tones in the fabrics, giving the flat a comfortable feel.
Draco left Gina in his living room as he went to the kitchen in search of a bottle of wine. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living area was a steel counter, and as he collected the bottle and two glasses, he could see her fidgeting. Draco prided himself in being a perceptive man, he took great care of the details, and right now there was no doubt that Miss Weston was feeling rather uncomfortable. For a minute Draco almost felt sorry for her, but then he shrugged the notion away. He knew she was lying about why she had broken into his office. And that made her one of two things - she was either a death eater, sent by one of his deceased father's megalomaniac friends, or she was a ministry spy. He wasn't sure which one was worse.
"I couldn't find any champagne, but I hope this will do just as well?" Draco said as he held up a bottle of cabernet sauvignon.
"What?"
"Back at the office you said that you, me and a bottle of champagne was how you wanted us to celebrate the evening."
"I did?" Ginny was suddenly distracted as Draco poured the wine and handed her a glass, letting his fingers linger on hers a moment longer than necessary.
Draco let his eyes wander, noticing how Gina's shirt, wet after their walk in the rain, was now clinging to her lush curves. She was not exactly what society considered beautiful. She was short; just a bit over five feet - she hardly reached his chest. Her face was small and and pixie-like, with prominent cheekbones and eyes that somehow seemed too big for her. But society could say what they liked, in Draco's eyes Gina was a picture of femininity and passion. With her lush curves and fiery red hair, he couldn't help but picture how she would look in his bed covered only by his silken sheets and her hair messed up by a night of passionate lovemaking.
As Ginny felt Draco's cool gray eyes roaming her body she felt her body respond to his proximity. Her nipples hardened against the soft fabric of her shirt, and she could feel a hot tension rising low in her stomach. It couldn't be helped - whatever else Draco Malfoy was, he was most definitely a fine example of the male species. And the gods knew that it had been a long time since any man had gotten such a response from her. It wasn't as if she had lived these past four years in celibacy - she hadn't. But still, a couple of one-night-stands were not enough. And even though Ginny knew it was crazy, a part of her was telling her that she and Draco would be great together.
Draco brushed a couple of her straying curls away from her face before leaning down and capturing her lips with his. The kiss was not like the kisses Ginny had experienced in the past. Where the one-night-stands had been fumbling and unsure, where Harry's had been soft and tender, Draco's lips were hard and demanding upon hers. Ginny knew she should end it. She should end the charade right now. Tell the ministry that her cover had been blown. Whatever it took, as long as it included getting the hell away from Draco Malfoy. But she didn't. Instead she let her hands tangle into his hair. And when he lifted her up and started carrying her towards the bedroom, instead of telling him to put her down she wrapped her legs around his waist while at the same time ripping his shirt, most likely tailor made, off him, while whispering words of encouragement in his ear.
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Sometime later that night, or rather morning, between their trysts of passion while Draco was sleepily caressing one breast, he asked her.
"So, what were you doing in my office?"
Ginny, who was mostly asleep at that point, snuggled closer to his chest as she answered.
"Snooping."
"For what?"
She shrugged before muttering something unintelligible.
"Gina?"
Draco tried to get a reaction from her, but it was pointless. He spat at a curse. Whoever she was working for was safe for tonight at least. This wasn't the end of it; sooner or later he was going to find out who Gina was working for. And then. He looked down at the woman sleeping cuddled against him. She looked so beautiful; her mouth was swollen with his kisses, her hair spread over his chest. Well, he didn't know what would happen then, but he was going to make sure that Gina Weston remained in his bed. With that last thought, Draco fell asleep, cradling the woman who was going to rock his world.