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All I Want For Christmas Is…
"Draco? Where are you going?" Ginny raised her head slightly, her hair falling like a red curtain. He brushed it out of her eyes with his fingertips.
"To my room, silly."
"You don't have to," she exhaled, moving to rest her head in the crook of his neck while throwing an arm around him.
"Yes I do. What if we're discovered?" She bit his neck.
"We already have been. I've never seen Fred turn that particular shade of purple, and I have you to thank for the memory."
"At least I got through unscathed."
"Not for lack of trying. I do recall George throwing a knife towards your crotch…"
"I could never go through life a eunuch. Especially not with you around. Personally I thought your dad's eyebrow twitching as he gritted out 'be good to her' like he was being forced with the Imperio Curse was much more fascinating."
"Oh dad doesn't need the Imperio Curse. He's got mum." Draco laughed making Ginny's head bounce up and down. His hand moved to her now fully protruding stomach.
"I hope you don't intend to control me."
"I don't need to. I can just refuse to shag you." He rolled her onto her back.
"Then I am in trouble, aren't I?" She didn't respond, kissing him instead and tapping him on the nose. He looked at her, taking her in, memorizing her every feature. Her hair spread out on the pillow and he pushed it out with his fingertips so it fanned around her head. Her eyes glittered amusement and she stroked a lock of hair, tucking it behind his ear. It had gotten long, reaching his chin.
"You two better be decent," Harry called from outside the curtain.
"Not a chance," Draco responded, dragging himself unwillingly off Ginny. As he dressed, she didn't leave him alone, tugging and playing with his penis even after he had put his pants on. "Gin, I have to leave."
"Not a chance," she mimicked, pushing him to the bed and pressing a searing kiss to his mouth.
"If you two are done snogging…" Ginny released his mouth, panting.
"Not quite…" Draco took this opportunity to escape her, running from where he wanted the most to be. Harry stood, leaning against the bedpost, an amused expression on her face.
"Blaise threatened to tie me to the bedposts if I tried to leave."
"Then you have that to look forward to." Harry chuckled, as Hermione entered the room.
"I suppose I do."
They entered the hallway and parted ways: Harry to Ron's room, him to Blaise's. Blaise was already sleeping when he entered and he went to his bed, climbing in apprehensively. He knew he wouldn't sleep today; it was Christmas morning and he had big plans. Without closing his eyes, he stared at the ceiling mulling over possible scenarios in his head. None seemed to fit. He supposed he would just have to wait for the opportune moment.
Draco slid out of bed once the first rays of light had battled through the grime-crusted windows. Dressing (Blaise had already left), he then padded down to the bathroom, slipping Ginny's present into his pocket as he left. Shouts of "Happy Christmas" reverberated in the giant enclosure, Fred and George racing around the large, communal tub, one carrying a tube of toothpaste, the other carrying two toothbrushes. It wasn't hard to see who had the advantage.
The hustle and bustle that came that morning didn't settle until breakfast, and only barely then. Everyone was eager to go to their presents and Draco wasn't surprised. He had never before been surrounded by such merriment on Christmas. Christmas at the manor had been like a Christmas card; the grounds were always flawlessly covered in snow, whether magical or real, which Draco was forbidden to ruin and Draco would endure his extended family. Last year, that had not only meant his grandparents from the Black side of the family, and his grandmother, a Malfoy, but also his aunt Bellatrix and her husband, Uncle Rodolphus. They would all sit around the Christmas tree (selected for height, breadth, and triangular shape) that was decorated with faeries and glass and crystal ornaments. One time Draco had made an ornament at school, when he was in his second year, and had asked to hang it on the tree. Disgusted, his father had dumped it unceremoniously in the trash and Draco had found it at the foot of his bed on Christmas morning. Dobby had walked around with bandages on his feet for a week.
After breakfast Mrs. Weasley shooed them all off to start preparing Christmas dinner, but Draco didn't want to be shooed. He followed her into the kitchen, carrying a pile of dishes that reached to his shoulders where she had started washing the dishes. The kitchen was intended for a house elf and many things had been engorged to human size. Still, Draco could see the marks on the wall where counters used to be and a coat hanger too small for a human that now held pots and pans. A door lead directly into the courtyard and the windows were clean, framed in yellow curtains and letting in the Bright sunshine. Outside, he saw there was only snow in the middle of the courtyard; close to the walls the grass was green as ever and the magical ivy creeping up the walls bloomed with metallically sharp flower. Draco knew from experience they were dangerous, used by wizards like Muggles used barbed wire: for protection.
"Mrs. Weasley...can I help?" She froze, mid-scrub. "With dinner." He added.
"Certainly," she smiled, layering it on her face as she layered food onto his plate, "but first we must do the dishes. They aren't going to clean themselves!" She laughed at her little joke, knowing full well that dishes could clean themselves with the proper spell. Draco knew it too, but washing dishes with magic took time. He pushed up his sleeves and stuck his hands in the greasy water.
"If you must know...I've never done the dishes before."
"But you've been here for over a week. You must have at some point."
"I always switch for bathroom clean-up. It's something I'm more accustomed to." She didn't question and he didn't elaborate, but it was true. His father thought it was one of the worst punishments, to be cleaning something as dirty and used as a bathroom. It was right up there with whipping.
"Well, let me show you how."
Draco liked doing the dishes; he liked squirting the soap onto the dishes and have the food wipe away with ease. A thought that he was wiping other people's spit flittered across his mind, but he chased it with the thought of Ginny's spit and how almost every night he was coated in her spit and sweat. Despite her mother's presence, he couldn't help but enjoy the thought.
"That went quickly," Mrs. Weasley interrupted his thoughts, stacking the last dish on the magically expanded drying rack. "Now to cooking. I assume you've never done this either." Draco shook his head. "They I won't have you doing any spells. Let's see... why don't I help you make a batch of cookies?"
She directed him to the ingredients, sitting and watching as he fetched jars, mixing bowls, spoons and measuring cups. Soon his arms up to his elbows were covered in flour and other powders and liquids, but for once Draco didn't care that he was getting dirty. He was having the time of his life.
"What do we do now?" Draco asked once the powders and liquids had combined to make a ball in his bowl.
"Now, we chill it and cut it later." She placed a chilling spell on the bowl, set it aside and proceeded to take a large ham out of the oven before she looked at him and laughed. "You'd best clean up, dear. You're a mess." Draco looked down at himself and saw that she was right. His shirt had smatterings of flour all over it, as did his pants, and his hands, although he had washed them, still felt a bit gritty from the flour.
"Er..."
"Don't worry, just come back in an hour and we'll cut the cookies before baking them." And with that, she banished him, turning to paint a clear glaze on the ham with a brush. He never thought he'd see something as funny as painting a ham.
The bathroom was empty, and he wondered if he had enough nerve to bathe in the communal tub. Finally, he stripped, set his towel down at the edge of the tub and reached for one of the taps with an azure handle that he thought might be turquoise. The tap spurted, having not been used in many years, before a steady flow of cool water flowed from the tap. He experimented with the different taps, finding it was very much like the prefect's bathroom, where different taps had water of different temperatures and scents, and a few varieties of bubbles. When the tub was full of bubbles and water he slipped into it and began swimming around. The door creaked open.
Draco froze, he was in the middle of the bath and would have to swim a bit to his towel.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" Ginny stepped to the edge of the bath and Draco smiled. He didn't want anyone but her seeing him in the bath, nevermind joining him in it. He watched, riveted, as she pulled her sweater, pale green in color to match her eyes, over her head, her hair drifting down, slightly staticked from the wool. Beneath she wore a plain, button up shirt and a school skirt and he watched as she slowly unbuttoned one button at a time. By the third button, he found himself walking towards her. By the last button he had lifted himself out of the bath and was pushing the shirt off her shoulders along with her bra straps. The bra came off next and he captured one in his mouth as she leaned up to him, the water from his hands and chest already making her torso wet. Unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the ground, he found she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He growled and tossed her into the bath, following her immediately after.
She was ready for him and pounced, pulling him beneath the water as she kissed him. He pulled her to the surface for breathing's sake and didn't bother with any foreplay; she had lifted her leg and was pulling him inside. He pressed her against the edge of the bath as they fucked while the water flowed around them, their moans echoing in the marble chamber. She grasped his butt, pulling him as close as she could, the swell of her stomach between them.
After their excursion in the tub, they lay on the edge on Ginny's towel (toweling off had led to another bout of intimacy). Draco played lazily with her hair which was clumped together because of the water. He separated it and twirled it around his finger as it dried, waving slightly and messily.
"Happy Christmas," she said.
"I'm having more than a happy Christmas." He rolled on top of her.
"Draco…we just bathed, and had sex for the third time."
"I'm a machine," he said, sucking on her neck.
"What if I told you I wasn't in the mood," she gasped, pulling him off her neck to look him in the eye.
"I'd say you were lying to me." She laughed.
"You are such an incredible bastard."
"I know." She pushed him off and ran a hand through her hair, making the part crooked.
"What time is it?" Draco asked suddenly, remembering the cookies. She checked her watch.
"About 10:30."
"Shit." He jumped up and dressed rapidly, while Ginny watched, partially amused. Draco was never rushed, unless she pushed him to the brink of his control and then they fucked like there was no tomorrow.
"What's wrong?"
"I told your mum I'd help with cookies."
"You? Baking cookies?" She jumped up and dressed, not as rapidly as he had but then again, he was taking care of his hair. "This I have to see."
"Be my guest," he murmured, emerging from one of the stalls, looking like perfection itself while she was just buttoning the last button. "Just one question: Are you going to prance about with no knickers all day?"
"Yes," she grinned, tracing her finger down his chest
before cupping him. He groaned.
"You're going to be putting me
under a lot of pressure, young lady."
"No, you'll be putting yourself under pressure. I'll just be inspiring that pressure." Without any further thought, she grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen, guiding him as though he were a very small child. At the moment, he felt like he had the mental capacity of one.
"Oh, there you are," Molly said, jumping back as she dropped a piece of breaded chicken into the crackling oil in a pan on the stove. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten."
"I had, but I did remember."
"Ginny, make yourself useful. Cook the chicken while I show Draco how to cut cookies. Ready, Draco?"
He was and she showed him how to roll the dough and cut perfect circles with the brim of a glass. Soon, he had filled his pan and she put them in the oven while he cut more circles. Ginny watched as she fried the chicken for their lunch and Molly took the ham out of the oven once more for glazing.
By the time Ginny had finished cooking lunch, Draco didn't have any more dough to make another perfectly circular cookie. He frowned, staring at the small bit he had left.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Eat it," she responded. He
wrinkled his nose.
"But it hasn't been cooked!"
"Exactly." She stole a bit and popped it into her mouth. He reached and hesitated. "Oh, you big baby." She took the rest and forced it into his mouth before he could stop. He held onto her fingers as he sucked on the cookie dough. It was sweet, but definitely as good as a cookie. Of course, cookie dough was much better for sucking.
"Are you planning on letting go of my fingers?" He shook his head, biting gently.
"Fine. Just wait till mum notices." At that, he released her fingers and she raised them to her mouth, sucking them slowly.
"Tonight," she whispered.
"Yes, tonight." Ginny had no idea what was in for.
Draco had been distracted all through the afternoon: while helping Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, and after being shooed out while playing in the snow with the others (he had needed another change of clothes, he was so wet from the snowball fight and making snow angels and generally ruining the snow's perfection) and all throughout the dinner. It had been a Christmas dinner unlike any other Christmas dinner he had ever eaten, but he would have been content simply watching. The twins had been more successful at stealing an alcoholic beverage and had needed a sobering charm by the time they had finished the Christmas pudding. It was after this they had all been herded into the drawing room for presents. Draco sat, Ginny on his knee, and stared at the slightly lop-sided Christmas tree whose boughs hung low because of the number of ornaments and Muggle lights (which Mr. Weasley had gotten tangled in when they tried to hang them). Draco could see his ornament among the jumble that had been hung because of Ginny's insistance; she had found it in his trunk.
Around the room, they all settled: Hermione on Ron's knee in the armchair, in a bit more of an intimate position than he and Ginny were in, Harry's arm snuck around Blaise's waist while her hand nonchalantly rested on his knee. Fred and George were making gits of themselves, having a fight over who sat on whose lap (trying to make the couples uncomfortable) and Mrs. and Mr. Weasley sat on the love seat, not displaying affection, but Mrs. Weasley smiling warmly at her husband who smiled warmly at the presents, flickering his gaze to Mrs. Weasley occasionally. Bill was with Fleur for the holidays (his tutelage of English had turned out not to be focused so much on the language and more on English men, specifically Bill) and Charlie was with his dragons. And his girlfriend who was the head dragon keeper in Romania.
"PRESENTS!" Mrs. Weasley roared, having finally noticed the twins. They stopped their fighting and pounced on the presents, disappearing in a flurry on paper. Everyone else was more graceful unwrapping their presents. Mrs. Weasley had taken a butter knife to cut open the paper so she could save it for later use.
It wasn't long before the paper-unwrapping stopped and the exclamations of thanks stopped. Draco could help but notice Ginny hadn't given him a present. He didn't quite mind; having her sitting in his lap on Christmas day, with the firelight glinting off her hair was a better present than he could have ever expected. During a calm after the storm of giving and receiving, she shoved a soft package into his hands.
"Open it." He tore off the paper eagerly, finding a roll of cloth in the package. He unrolled it and found it was a tapestry, embroidered with names. The Traitors read across the top, and he saw a family tree comprised of all the people who were scorched off of the Black family tree. Along with those names, the names of other bloodtraitors and muggle borns who had married them interwove, connected with delicately embroidered gold lines. Every member of the Order had found their way onto the tapestry, whether through marriage of simply being set to the side. He noticed Ginny Weasley had been placed strategically close to his name. She had even put down Blaise who stood unconnected to any name (but very close to Harry's).
"H – how did you know? I mean…it's beautiful…" He ran his hand lovingly over it. "But wait, it's missing something." Her face fell.
"What?" With the tip of his wand, he traced a line between their names leaving a gold line in its wake that lasted for a few seconds before disappearing. She looked at him searchingly and he withdrew the gift he had bought her in Hogsmeade from his pocket. He opened his mouth to ask her but she cut him off.
"Don't even ask, Draco Malfoy. You already know the answer."
"Say it," he whispered as he slipped the emerald-studded ring on. It was white gold; a compromise of silver and gold.
"Yes." She stared at the ring, then at him, then at the ring, and finally rested on him, a smile lit in her eyes.
"Oh," Mrs. Weasley cried, completely ruining the mood, "my baby's getting married! My youngest is the first to get married!"
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I've had that engagement thing planned for a while; it's so good to finally get it out. It's like holding anger…Anyways, this chapter was a bit fluffier than I expected, but I had to give a bit of background before dropping the engagement bomb on all of you, now didn't I? I'm sorry I was cheap and copped out of writing the whole confrontation scene, but quite honestly most of the ones I've read the Weasleys are either too impassive or…something else. I just don't think I'd do a very good job and so I gave you the highlights. Also, I'm thinking of renaming the story, but I'm not sure what. I'm going to write a Blaise/Harry companion story and I'm thinking of calling that Thrill of the Hunt instead because, well, Blaise is hunting Harry with her poker. But I might not, maybe I'll name that "Captivating". Hmm… I like that…no wait, that's my other D/G fic, lol. So now I am advertising. As you can see, I have many dead-end stories I have written one or two chapters for. But I have another one I'm outlining. Captivating. This story ("Thrill") has maybe another three chapters left. Maybe four. So after that look for "Captivating" and the Blaise/Harry fic that has yet to be named. Hmmm… Maybe "Let me fuck you, lusty man" or "Lust lust lust lust" Or maybe even "i am NOT a lesbian". As for this story, it will be renamed when I revise it. That will be after this is finished after the first chapter of Captivating, and before the first chapter of "lust lust lust lust". Anywho, on to my shout-backs.
Gwuinivyre: Ah, laziness, the bane of my existence. Good thing it has yet to encroach on my writing otherwise you all would be waiting ::gasp:: weeks for an update. Actually, that's more like during the school year.
Adie: Kudos on the long review. Well, the two long reviews. It got through to me, even if it didn't show up on ff.net. You're in no way a freak. That was just me being boyfriend deprived. That whole commentary crap was all my bf-deprivedness. I'm happy you agree with my Ron/Draco relationship (lol don't we all wish…). I do think I hear Draco object to being called a "little player", lol. As to the Catholic School, I used to go to Quaker school; not the same thing, but still religion shoveled down my throat. So what am I saying. I don't have any clue. But what I want to say is I don't think you're a freak. (Well, you are reading Harry Potter fan fiction…)
Mrs. Rachel Riddle: I'll hold him down. Lol. ::blushes at your praises and curtsies like a good little girl::
MelissaAdams: You were right on the money! Awesome! It makes me happy when one of the reviewers guesses where it's going. Well, unless I shock them (Ginny's pregnancy sure was a shocker).
Dracomio: It was Draco crying at the end of the dream. Sorry for copping out of writing that scene, but just think of the twins chasing Draco around with less than blunt objects and you'll get the picture.
sakhara291: Ah, fluffy goodness. It fills the gaps in the story when I have no plot in mind, or at least no direct plot. You'll get a lot of elaboration on the Blaise/Harry Combo in the future when I write that "nameless story". Think hot poker. Now think two hot pokers: one metaphoric and one very much alive.
Nirvanagurl1220: There you went. I hope this update was as satisfying as the rest of the story. By the by, I LOVE NIRVANA. There, I got that off my chest.
LiLi: Not a D/G fan, eh? We'll have to convert you…Let's try some ways people converted pagans. MASSACRE. Well, no. Maybe I do have nerve announcing my reading habits. But for the record I do read things that a nun would approve of. Charles Dickens, for example, is one of my favorite authors (pity he's dead…or I'd be his groupie). I'm glad to provide some entertainment, I do like pleasing people. Besides, I am VERY indignant that NC-17 is no longer featured on ff.net. I think people deserve a choice and to simply have the choice taken away. Don't like it, don't read it. And if there is something you can do to help, then do so (like asking for a lower rating of the story and not taking away my lemons. I do love lemons. So sour…). This comment about NC-17 isn't directed at you, it's directed at the moderator to whom I would VERY MUCH LIKE TO EXPRESS MY DISPLEASURE. I hope He heard me. It's kind of like talking to He Who People Worship. God, Allah, whoever, (but not Buddha. I would like to correct everyone who thinks Buddhists pray to Buddha. We don't. We don't pray. Well, not much.) Now, on to some light humor…
Mina: I had a light dosing of pleasure for you in this chapter. The dream came to me when I was just falling asleep. It's brutal to get strokes of brilliance when you're about to go into lala land. I had to get Molly aggravated, and the rest of the family had to find out about Draco and her. And of course their little bundle of joy.
karlin88: thanks very much (read the review and you'll see why I am a humor goddess. That or you'll throw rotten tomatoes)
Oh, and about the racy tidbits. I haven't written them yet. I want to finish the story, but I will tell everyone who has e-mailed me for the chapters where to find them. Check my profile for my e-mail. Thanks so much to everyone who took the time to review and I would love any other reviews. I like knowing what's going on inside your head.