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secrets secrets are great fun
Dinner was a ludicrous affair. The entire Weasley Clan had popped their freckled noses in and now the table was covered in bottles of butterbeer, flagons of pumpkin juice, and one lone bottle of Ogden's Firewhisky that the twins kept trying to nick. Amid the drinks were hearty platters of baked potatoes, chicken and homemade rolls. Treacle tart polished off the evening, but it wasn't the food that made Draco smile with delight. It was the atmosphere.
The Weasleys were a rambunctious bunch, there was no doubt about that. Laughter never ceased when they were paired with Lupin and Mad-Eye Moody (old defense against the Dark Arts teachers), Mundungus Fletcher (professional robber by day, night, and any time he could "borrow" in between), Arabella Figg (a Squib with flyaway hair and the stench of cats who had brought a cake that he thought had a fine layer of dust covering the frosting), Emmaline Vance (who gave off an almost regal air that gave Draco the distinct impression of one of his mother's Garden Parties, if a party were to become a person), Kingsly Shacklebolt (who worked closely with his father and he would have never suspected of working against the Dark Lord), and Dedalus Diggle (a twitchy, middle-aged man with a violently violet top hat). Draco and Blaise hadn't been shunned, as he had expected them to be. He supposed this was partially due to the fact that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had already accepted them and partially due to Blaise's never ending wit and charm. He sat between Mrs. Weasley and Blaise, somewhat guarded from any attacks that could be made against him. They would have been justified; Lucius Malfoy had a way of tearing up families that was probably second only to Voldemort. He supposed his presence here accounted for something, but he wasn't sure what that something was yet.
His location did not save him from Molly-coddling, however.
"There, dear, eat up." She had shoveled another slice of treacle tart onto his plate, and no matter how good it was, he did not think he could stomach another bite.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I must beg, no more. I think I'm going to burst as it is."
"Which you should be, all skin and bones. You can't have been eating properly."
Despite her overbearing, motherly nature, Draco couldn't help but like her. She exuded friendliness and acceptance. It was lucky Draco had a healthy appetite, otherwise he might not be able to satisfy Mrs. Weasley. And he wanted to do his best to fit into their family. For Ginny he wanted to, and for himself.
It would be very hard to make peace with her family once they found out he had knocked up their only daughter, but he had to. He was involved with her, and he wanted their child to have better than he had had. He wanted their child to have a family. He wanted it to have a family like Ginny's.
"I was thinking that you all could make a trip to Diagon Alley for a bit of Christmas shopping next week. What do you think?" she asked her daughter who sat across the table.
"That would be wonderful. I was wondering how I was actually going to get it done." The others nodded in assent. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"Then next Wednesday, we'll go. But you'll have to be under the Polyjuice potion, not only will people recognize you in Diagon Alley but the other Hogwarts students will be out for the holidays and probably doing a bit of last minute shopping as well."
Everyone helped clear the table and Molly, Dedalus Diggle, Bill Weasley, and Kingsley Shacklebolt set about cleaning magically.
"Erm…Draco. Do you have a minute?" Harry looked as though he was fighting an internal battle.
"I guess."
"There's a tapestry in the drawing room," Harry said, walking out of the room and motioning for Draco to follow, "this big, ugly, moldy tapestry that has every member of the Black family on it. You're there. You were the last name added and you'll be the only traitor who won't be removed."
Harry kept his voice low when walking through the hallway, but didn't keep completely silent as Ginny had. The drawing room was high-ceilinged, with walls covered in tapestries. In the dim fire-light, Draco couldn't see what they were of. Harry led him to one whose edge looked like it had been knawed but he could see the title and the family tree. Gold thread glinted in Harry's wandlight. Draco lit his own wand and leaned in to examine the tapestry. Sure enough, a golden thread connected Narcissa Black with Lucius Malfoy and from it extended another line, perpendicular to the first that stopped at Draco Malfoy. Scattered across the tapestry were golden threads ending in scorchmarks.
The door creaked open and a woman with waist length blue hair entered. She wore a Weird Sister's Concert shirt, but other than that, she looked like a Muggle at first glance.
"There you two are. You really should let people know when you wander off, we were going to start the meeting without you."
"This," Harry said, gesturing to the eccentric young woman, "is Nymphadora Tonks."
"Just Tonks, if you wouldn't mind. Hello, cousin." She smiled enthusiastically at Draco.
"Cousin? I don't have any cousins."
"Of course you wouldn't know about me. You see that scorch mark there? That's my mum. Beautiful, isn't she?" She said the last bit with a good helping of sarcasm. She was pointing to a scorch mark that fit between Bellatrix Black and Narcissa Black.
"Well then, hello, cousin." Tonks grinned. "What's her name?"
"Andromeda."
"Hm…Mother did mention her once or twice, well, let slip is more like it…Mother's not really that bad you know." Tonks pretended to study the tapestry. "She just has this annoying sense of duty. She said she married my father because she thought he was beautiful. Then she found out how ugly he was inside but duty kept her loyal. Besides, she still thinks he looks beautiful."
"My mom said Narcissa was like a piece of dander in the wind, always willing to follow the course of the wind and never defying it."
"She is. She doesn't really have a will of her own; she's never had any time to develop it. I've met Aunt Bellatrix a couple of times. She had a very strong will and knew exactly what she wanted and was willing to do anything to get it. I think that's why she became a Death Eater while Mother simply was the good wife at home, handling all the party invitations and seating arrangements of England's most evil. She's quite good at it."
"Mm…" Tonks murmured, tucking a stray thread in the tapestry back in with her wand.
"But about that wind metaphor…What if there were a crosswind?" Tonks looked at him, puzzled.
"What if I were the crosswind?"
"You mean…you think she can be turned?"
"I think that after 17 years of neglect and battering from Father, she can be turned." Her eyes lit up and she changed the color in her excitement.
"It's worth a try."
Tonks beckoned them into the hallway and they followed her back into the dining room. Seated around the table was everyone who had been at dinner, plus a few new faces and Professor Snape. Somehow, Draco felt Snape was out of place; Snape was someone he tied to the Dark Lord and completely separate from the Weasleys. But he sat austerely next to Arthur Weasley. Dumbledore was not there and everyone chatted quietly.
"I found them!" Tonks announced, steering them to join the other underage members. They stood at the end of one of the long tables, bunched together like a bouquet of flowers.
"These are the underage members," Tonk said, turning to the other members. They greeted the younguns and she turned back to them. "They aren't all the members," she explained, "there are some that you haven't met, and even more the Draco and Blaise haven't met, but it's hard to get us all together, especially when six of us are unconscious pretending to be you."
"Anyways," Mr. Weasley interrupted, "on to business."
"Yes," Snape said, "first I have a message from Minerva. She says that she is willing to begin Animagus training with those who have volunteered to attempt it. Training meetings will be held once a month. I do not have any new news about the Dark Lord, but I suspect that is simply because he is plotting behind my back. I also need some information to feed him."
"That means we'll need to set up another scene for him to discover, won't it," Emmaline Vance said, tapping her finger on the table in thought.
"Yes, it does. I'd recommend something outdoors where the cloakhoods can be up so that he can't discover any more members."
They discussed and planned for Snape to tip Voldemort off on an exchanging of a potion that would happen in a pub in rural Wales. Draco found the meeting to be a bit boring and none of the underage members spoke. Beside him, he could see Blaise nodding off and gave her a sharp prod in her side.
"Well, that settles it. I think we have nothing more to discuss," Kingsley Shacklebolt declared, rising from his seat.
"Right. So, until next week. We'll send round an owl." Mr. Weasley's chair joined the chorus of scraping and shuffling of feet to the door. The air was littered with valedictions as people bundled themselves in their cloaks and left, letting the chilly winter air into the hallway. Draco shivered slightly as he made his way to the staircase. Suddenly a loud clank sounded as Tonks knocked over the umbrella stand. As if cued by the noise, curtains near Draco's head ripped apart to reveal a menacing looking woman with dark hair. She could have been a banshee, and nearly sounded like one when she spoke.
"MUDBLOODS! FILTH! LEAVE THE HOUSE OF MY FATHER IN PEACE! OH THE BLACK FAMILY HAS NEVER SUNK SO LOW. HALF-BREEDS! BLOODTRAITORS! OH, IF THEY EVER KNEW WHAT FILTH -" she stopped abruptly, catching sight of Draco.
"Lucius? What are you doing here? You haven't betrayed us too…"
"I'm Draco," he responded, glad that the drooling monster in the portrait had stopped screeching.
"I remember you," She said fondly, reaching out to him as if to pinch his cheek, "You were the most well-behaved little boy whenever Narcissa brought you around. But you've turned haven't you? You've become one of them…"
"No," Draco leaned into the portrait. Around him everyone stopped what they were doing. A gust blew in the front door. "I'm a spy," he said quietly, "but don't tell any of the others. They don't know. You'd best keep quiet altogether, I have a lot of work to do to get on their good side. Being noble isn't enough for them, it seems."
"I'll keep your little secret," Mrs. Black said with glee. The curtains closed in on her and she didn't resist.
"That was something," Ginny said, brushing her hand against his in comfort.
"You were right," he said, continuing up the staircase, "She is very unpleasant."
Blaise was already in the room when Draco entered. She hadn't changed into her pajamas, but he grabbed his to change behind the drawn curtains on his bed.
"I wouldn't change just yet." Blaise's head poked through the curtain and she clambered onto his bed.
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm her now. And I also heard Hermione making plans to switch rooms for the night, making it so Harry and Ginny are rooming together. I don't know about you, but I intend to make full use of this wonderful opportunity to switch you into Ginny's room so that Harry and I have a bit of privacy."
"What makes you think he'll accept?" She laughed.
"He won't. You'll just be adamant."
"Blaise…"
"It's not like you don't want to sleep with her. And I hope Harry will be sleeping with me, and no, I will not be naked. I just want a bit of time alone, something that he seems very keen to avoid."
"Well, you are a bit much."
"I just know what I want, that's all."
They both changed into their pajamas, behind their own curtains and waited until 11:00 when they heard sounds in the hallway of Harry and Hermione crossing paths. Draco waited a few minutes before venturing into the hallway. A quick "Alohamora!" took care of the door. Harry was sitting rigidly on the edge of Hermione's bed and Ginny sat on hers. Draco stared.
She wore a green slinky, silk top and matching silk bottoms that barely covered her bottom. Harry didn't seem unaffected by her lack of clothing and he looked up at Draco when Draco entered the room clad only in a pair of blood red silk pajama pants.
"Oh good," Ginny said, noting the tent that had formed in Draco's pants, "this makes everything much easier." Draco simply stared unblinkingly at the drape of silk that barely covered her breast. "I was trying to convince Harry to go over to your room and get you to spend the night, but it seems like our minds were on the same track." He words caressed him as silkily as his eyes caressed her.
"Yes, this makes it very easy…" Draco began walking towards her unconsciously. She looked delicious, like a piece of white chocolate. Harry cleared his throat.
"Erm…well, I'll be going then." Draco looked at him, breaking his gaze from Ginny.
"Yes, yes you will." His followed Harry as he moved quickly towards and out the door.
At the sound of the door closing, something snapped within him. Draco pounced on Ginny, dragging her back against the pillows and drugging her with his kisses. Or perhaps it was the other way around, he didn't know but felt her hands on his chest stroking in circles down to his navel and wrapping around him, pressing him closer to her. He willingly obliged, tearing his mouth from his to plant a series of wet, hot kisses down to her breast.
Ginny felt like she was on fire, like her insides were eating her up. The silk was a wonderful material, magnifying the feeling of Draco's hands on her hips, rubbing towards her butt and lower to the spot where her butt met her thighs. He took her nipple in his mouth, too impatient to bypass the silk and stroked it with his tongue, sucking like a hungry baby. Against her leg, she felt the pressure of his hunger and moved her hand down to grasp it.
He stilled at the motion, at the slight pressure of her hand. She stroked gently and his mouth found hers again, seeking her heat. She sucked on his tongue, and he imagined her doing the same to his penis which was enjoying itself in her hand. He could feel the heat of her hand through the silk and he pressed himself into her hand, his own hands moving from her butt to her breasts, stopping to stroke the slight indentation on her sides where her hips ended. He felt her shiver with delight as he teased her nipples through her shirt, wet on one side, dry on the other. She broke their kiss and lifted her hands over her head in invitation. He pulled the shirt over her head and paused to gaze at her.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly and he could hear the faint sound of panting. Her breasts weren't too big and weren't too small, ending in a rosy nipple that was swollen with delight. He placed his hands around her breasts, squeezing slightly. They fit perfectly.
Draco bent and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, using his teeth to graze it. She arched her back and emitted an utterly feline sound, running her hand through his hand and down his back as he sucked and nipped. His hands spread her legs as far as they could go and he played with the curls that escaped the shorts that were very short. Not wanting to neglect the other nipple, he moved to suck on that one too, trailing his tongue in the valley between her breasts. She moaned with delight and tried to move his head away, trying to move lower on him. But he was firm.
"No, I don't want tonight to be about me. I want tonight to be about you."
He pinched her nipples and kissed lower, over the mound of their baby. He pressed his cheek against her smiling slightly with the knowledge of the life they had made. He kissed lower still, reaching the edge of her shorts that he now realized were panties. He looked up at her.
She lay against the pillows, her nipples and lips swollen and her hair spread out like fire against an ocean of blue. He slipped a finger below the top of her panties, teasing the curls. She closed her eyes partially, stopping when she realized he wasn't going any farther.
"Do you want something, pet?" He moved his finger back and forth, disturbing the curls. He withdrew his finger and stroked her through her panties. They were soaked and he could smell her scent, utterly feminine and intoxicating. He stroked along the edge of the panties before pressing his palm to her. She jumped. "Did you like that?" She didn't respond. "Answer me, Virginia." He squeezed slightly and she stiffened again.
"Yes," she moaned and he took his hand away. She opened her mouth to object but he had set to work on her panties, stripping them down and off of her.
She was open wide before him, dripping wet. He couldn't help but feel a dizzying happiness knowing he had caused it. No other man but he. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her, his tongue moving through her folds to flick across a hardened nub nestled there.
She gasped and he flicked his tongue again before stroking her rapidly, swirling his tongue around then alternating back and forth. She writhed under her mouth but he held her down. She began to shake, overwhelmed with the sensations she was experiencing and he inserted a finger into her moving it side to side rather than in and out.
"Oh, Draco – I can't – I...Oh, please!" He inserted another finger inside her, still moving back and forth and his tongue changed to match his finger. She was jerking under him, the sensations slowly overwhelming her, her body shaking with unknown pleasure. His other hand snaked up to massage her breast and he inserted another finger, causing her to moan loudly, unable to restrain herself. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, rubbing his tongue as lightly as he could across it as he changed his fingers to pump in and out of her. He knew his alternating drove her wild, how she kept getting close only to have him change.
Suddenly she exploded, or so she felt. Every single nerve in her body seemed to hum with delight, her vulva sending bolts of pleasure out and then receiving them back. Draco didn't stop when he felt her contract around his fingers and call out his name in agonizing pleasure. He didn't stop until she stopped writhing and yelling his name.
Gently he climbed up and folded her in his arms, smoothing back her sweat-drenched hair. She smiled peacefully up at him, glistening with sweat, her cheeks and body still flushed with her orgasm.
"That was…wow." She snuggled comfortably against him.
"I know, wasn't it?" he teased.
Silence fell for a few moments as her breathing calmed. He almost thought she had fallen asleep, but she surprised him by rolling him over onto his back and smothering him with her mouth.
"My turn," she said, grinning wickedly as her hands shucked off his pants.
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Well, that was some lovely porn. I would have continued, but that would increase the rating and I'm pushing it as it is. So if you'd like it to be finished. E-mail me and I'll tell you where to find it. It's hidden somewhere in this vast ocean we call the internet. Except it's not really the ocean. It's more like space. It knows no bounds. (Well there is the end of the internet. What? You've never been there? Well then. H t t p : / / w w w . 1 1 1 2 . n e t / l a s t p a g e . h t m l . Remove the spaces and have a nice day)
I have to be honest. I haven't alphaed this chapter, never mind betaed it. Actually I don't have a beta, if you're interested let me know. Ideally, you're a sickler for the canon, can identify when I use British terms/phrases incorrectly (this really shouldn't shock any of you, my lack of british heritage unless you go back to the 17th century. I mean, look at my spelling! Well, actually faerie looks cooler than fairy so I always use that but still…), and will do all of this fast, or at least during the summer. Once school starts up…well let's just say I'm in for a major headache because homework has no consideration for creative abilities. Harumph.
Leeta: Thanks, I'll make Blaise's sexuality a bit clearer. Chapter 6 was really awkward to write and when I was done it felt like what it was, a bridge. The idea about Blaise being lesbian just sort of popped when I was trying to think of how Draco and Ginny got together so I didn't have much description before and besides, girls are very touchy-feely with each other anyways. It's funny actually, the contrast between guys and girls, because the most hey'll admit to is beating each other on the back for congratulations.
Gwuinivyre: I'll forgive you for not reviewing, lol. Thanks so much for doing so eventually.
Llama: I'm sorry for my lack of doublespacing. I will in the next chapter if you respond but do you mean between lines or between scenes?
Adie: I think having reviewers who poke and prod is a really good motivator, lol. On my website (which I need to update, aiee!) and on ff.net are the only places I've ever posted. I want to on snitchfiction, portkey, magical theory, and fiction alley but I want to have at least one complete story before I post elsewhere. Plus its really easy here. Your welcome to the D/G goodness; I just can't live without those two in a liplock, lol.
Anime10473: Your review for Chapter 6 did get lost, I'm sorry your computer died when you submit it. It wasn't a typo, but let's keep that quiet…I was trying to lure everyone else away from the shadows. So smut shall bar the way, lol. I always imagine Harry as very awkward around girls, I mean, just look at how he handles (or his lack of handling) of girls in the books. Lol, maybe we should give him a Cosmo, or at least a Witch Weekly.
Dukerbrown: Thanks for your compliments. In my mind, Draco did want the baby. I mean, he loves Ginny. But the baby is a danger to her and to himself because it wasn't just about her and him anymore. They're bound for the entirety of the child's life because it's theirs and Draco realizes that. I'll fix that when I revise, maybe put in a sentence or two when she tells him. Thanks for pointing out the inconsistency.
MelissaAdams: Pink is the new blue, dahling, teehee. I love how Ron just runs up against brick walls all the time without feeling anything. I'm flattered you like my story.
So it's 12:35 here, at night, or I should say morning and I'm sleepy. But I always update at night when I should be in bed (of course that's when I'm the most inspired). ::yawn:: Sleep Well.