This chapter contains incest, though not described in detail. Tooth flossing string mints are JKR's confection (ha ha). I'm counting the days till the Chamber of Secrets comes out on DVD. Tom Felton marathon here I come!
Rape's Remedy
She woke before him, watching him gently breathe into her face. She gently stroked back his hair not yet marred with the stiff gel.
"Why do you gel your hair back," she had asked in the flush of aftersex. He had shrugged.
"I always have; never thought to change. Stays out of my eyes like this." Then he run his hand through her hair, pensively. He had been so…nice last night. He had stopped when she wanted to, touched her where and when she told him. She had realized she wasn't really afraid of having sex with him, just afraid he wouldn't protect her. It was hard to decide between Harry and him. Harry was…everything a chivalrous man should be. He would do anything to save his friends, even die for them. Would he die for her too? She didn't know. And then there was Draco. He was awkward in his apologies, graceful in his seduction. He always got what he wanted, she didn't think he had ever been denied. She drew her hand away from his head and fiddled with her necklace. Harry was easily the best choice. No one would question her decision simply because he was The Boy Who Lived. But if he was the easy choice, why was this decision so hard?
His eyes opened, the gray catching her green. He smiled.
"Good morning." She didn't respond, just looked at him as he did her. The ground their relationship lay on was shaky; now it held still for their thoughts but soon it would move, trying to throw one or the other off. He rolled over and rummaged in the nightstand drawer.
"Tooth flossing string mint?" She rolled away.
"I should bathe."
"Me too. Mind if I join you?"
"Yes."
His face hardened into the mask she had always see him wear as she left. She turned on the water and stuck her feet under the tap, letting the water scald her. The face she had come to know as his was only there when they were alone. He allowed his face to move and blend with every emotion he felt. The mask she had just seen was precisely that; a mask. Everyone else knew it as he face; she knew it for what it truly was.
Ginny relaxed in the now still water, enjoying her solitude. She waited until her fingertips had become pruny before leaving the safe comfort of the water, flowing with magically propelled currents around her. Reborn from the water, with a towel wrapped around her she opened the door expecting to see Draco pouting on the bed or immersed in one of the musty tomes that he had gotten from his family library, which she reminded herself she wanted to visit. She did not expect to see another naked, blond form hovering over him.
"That's it, son." Lucius panted as Draco kept immaculately still on the bed. Ginny watched in horror as Lucius took his pleasure from his only son, only realizing herself when he was nearing the completion of his torment and quickly stepping back into the sanctity of the bathroom. She let out the breath she had been holding. His father. That was his father doing, well, a quite similar thing as Lucius had done to her. She heard the heavy bedroom door shut and, thinking that Lucius had left, she entered the bedroom once more. Draco lay with his face buried in the pillow, red hand marks on his hips and redness between his buttocks. She reached out to touch his shoulder.
"Don't touch me." His voice, though muffled by the pillow, was clear in its message and she withdrew her hand. He avoided her gaze as he rolled off the bed on the opposite side of the bed that she was and headed towards the bathroom. "I'll tell the house-elves to change the sheets."
"I can do it." He didn't respond. She assumed his silence was permission and went to the armoire in search of spare blankets. Opening a small black chest with silver engravings she found them in the enlarged chamber within. She unmade the bed, folding the bedding into itself and tossing it into the laundry basket. She lay out the red satin sheets and black comforter. When she pulled away she found the curtains had changed their color to match.
She sat on the newly made bed, still wrapped in a towel. She was uncertain of what to do. Did this happen often? What did he think of her now? Was he gay? NO he couldn't be…could he? The doubt buzzed in her head and she made up her mind to go to him and…play it by ear. She would do whatever felt right and right now she felt like being with him.
The steam of his shower filled the room, pressing down on her, suffocating her. She battled through it to the shower, watching Draco's silluette on the curtain vigorously scrub itself. She dropped her towel and entered behind him, snaking her arms around his waist. He tried to extricate himself, his hands slippery on her forearms. She held on tighter and waited for him to accept her hug. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she pulled away; he turned to face her. The question in his eyes found the assurance in hers. She reached to brush back the wet hair plastered over his forehead and kiss him. He backed away and reached for his toothbrush. As he brushed his teeth she lathered his body, rubbing where she had seen the red marks his father's "love" had left behind. He turned back to her, and she hugged him, pressing her cheek on his slippery shoulder. He kissed her, seeking out and taking all the comfort she could give.
