Senselessness and Sensitivity
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The door to the parlour was flung open and Draco Malfoy strode over to where Miss Weasley was reclining on the couch, the rug draped over her shoulders. Her nose was somewhat reddened.
'Oh, my lord! Why; I am not in a proper state to receive you. I humbly apologise. I am quite unwell.' She gave a rather dainty cough, and lowered her eyes.
The debonair young man knelt down beside her and, clasping her frail hand in his, kissed it passionately. 'My darling, how have the hours wracked and tortured me since I left you! My heart aches with a passion beyond the bearing of any mortal man, therefore my darling, I beg you to consent to be my wife.'
Miss Weasley was most shocked, and promptly had a coughing fit. Sir Malfoy, desiring, as ever, to be of service, placed himself beside her on the sofa and gently stroked her back until she was recovered. His slender hands proceeded to roam to the front of her loose gown. 'My lord,' she exclaimed, 'what if mama should enter, I should be banished from the manor'. The handsome Draco murmured into her chest, 'Do not distress yourself, Mrs Weasley is being thoroughly amused by one of my associates.'
Mrs Weasley was, indeed, being thoroughly amused. She gave a girlish giggle as Vincent Crabbe slid his hand up her thigh…
The two youngsters were carried on with alarming vigour. Ginny squealed as the knight plunged into her, and rocked her up and down. She thrashed her head from side to side, her clasping hands destroying a lovely embroidered cushion. She called out as her body was overcome with tempestuous sensations. Sir Malfoy, smirking, rolled off the trembling Miss Weasley onto the floor.
The rug winked at him.
Fortuitously, Miss Granger was otherwise engaged during these rather disturbing happenings. For, minutes before the arrival of the suave Sir Malfoy, she too had a visitor. Seconds before the doorbell had chimed, a certain Count Snape had apparated into her bedchamber.
'My dear Miss Granger, such a pleasure, I hope you do not object to my intrusion, but there is something very particular I must talk with you about.'
He seated himself in a stiff upright chair facing the stunned damsel, flicked back his mane of rather unsanitary black hair, and addressed her,
'Miss Granger, I have a proposition for you which I am sure you will not fail to resist. I am, as you know, a gentleman of considerable property and,' he bared his yellowing dentures, 'physical charms. I am however, not blessed with a felicitous household. My home is bereft of the feminine touch.' Miss Granger began to feel rather concerned. Count Snape was edging closer and closer to her chair.
'You are, I understand, still unmarried, and with your parents gone have no income on which to rely if you remain without a husband. Therefore Miss Granger, after due consideration I feel it would be beneficial to both of us for yourself and I to be joined in matrimony.'
Miss Granger fell out of the chair, only to be grasped by the oily hands of Snape and pulled up into an awkward embrace. She struggled as he locked his greasy lips around hers. 'I do declare Count Snape! I find you most improper.' She gasped as she pulled away from him. 'I must consider, my position. I will give you my answer in a fortnight.'
The Count gave a sly smile, 'Why of course Madam, I understand, it would not do to appear too eager. One must retain some mystery, or you fear I will not desire you, is that not so?' He laughed. 'But don't distress yourself, I am very eager to witness all of your, 'he looked at her chest, licking his lips, 'allurements'. Miss Granger shuddered. 'I think perhaps, it would be wise for you to depart now Count, my mama…'
'Why of course my dear, I shall come again, in a fortnight.' He ran his tongue along her pale hand. Sucking on her index finger suggestively. Then, before Miss Granger could protest, he was gone.
Meanwhile, in the parlour, Miss Weasley and Sir Malfoy had concluded their activities and were saying their farewells.
They kissed passionately, Draco's tongue running smoothly over Ginny's lower lip. They broke away abruptly. ' Ginny, I must have your answer, this ignorance is tearing my soul!' Gazing into his eyes, Ginny replied, 'Yes Sir, with all my heart. But I fear mama will disapprove! She has heard things of your business enterprises which she did not like. I know not what they are but she does not look upon you with a friendly eye.' Sir Malfoy threw back his shoulders, showing his muscular chest off to great advantage.
'Fear not, my love. I have a cunning plan.'
'But mama?'
'I will assuage your mother's fears, when she sees the splendour in which you will live, she will not fail to consent.' Miss Weasley looked pensive.
'Draco, these enterprises, what exactly...?'
Sir Malfoy chose that rather awkward moment to give Ginny a farewell kiss before leaping on his horse and departing with a cry of 'Till we meet again'. After all, he wasn't the type of man to corrupt the innocence and naivety of a young maid. Of course not. Besides, he was expecting a shipment of magician's marijuana in from Bulgaria. And he needed a haircut.