* Denotes personal thoughts
Diary of a Frustrated Wife by Yawning
Chapter 7
Calling it mother's intuition, but Molly knew the absence of Ginny didn't bode well. Everyone
seemed quite tickled the family would be adding another member, except one. Her other children
happily conversed with one another along with Harry and Hermione and didn't seem to notice
Ginny's disappearance.
"Arthur-" Molly turned to her husband standing next to her.
"It's all right dear. Go to her. Have a little talk, hm?" Arthur interrupted, giving a little smile to reassure his wife, squeezing her hand gently. He too had noticed his youngest was not a part of the well wishers and knew adjustments would have to be dealt with.
"You know me too well." Molly sighed, shaking her head in amazement.
"That I do." he agreed close to her ear. Giving her a quick smooch on the cheek, he patted her backside and firmly, but gently pushed her on her way.
Already alerted to the password by Dumbledore (was the man psychic?) Molly easily slipped into the Gryffindor Common room without any problems. The four unknown children seated in the room froze once she walked through the portraits entry way.
"Hello dears." Molly greeted the children, who politely said their hello's before making themselves scarce and leaving. Snickering quietly to herself, she took the stairs two at a time.
When the knock came at her dorm room door, Ginny knew immediately who was on the other side and flicked her wand to magic it open. Lying on her back, crying her eyes out and feeling like a spoiled baby, she shamefully turned her head toward her mother.
"So, this is where you've run off to. I'm glad I didn't have to go hunting all over the grounds for you, Gin." Molly announced, striding into the room. Seeing her daughters bloodshot and slightly teary eyes, Molly felt her heart break for her.
"Mum-" Ginny began to speak but stopped when her mother held up her right hand to halt her. Sitting on the corner of her bed, Molly abruptly took her child in her arms and hugged her tight. Words weren't needed. The feel of her mother's hands rubbing her back, the sweet scent of her floral perfume, calmed her erratic emotions down.
"My poor baby." Molly cooed to her youngest while she held her close. Because she was an affectionate, tactile woman by nature, she always felt the need to show her family her adoration for them. Unfortunately, with a house full of men who thought that was just too gross, and that they were too grown for it, Ginny was her mothering outlet.
"Mum, I-I'm sorry." Ginny sniffed, pulling back from the hug.
"Ginny, you have nothing to apologize for. Your feelings are your feelings. So let her go. Tell your old Mum off." Molly stated.
"Mum, I would never!" Ginny replied, shocked.
"Good. I wouldn't let you get away with that kind of behavior either way." Molly grinned, wiping the wet corners of her daughters pretty brown eyes. She patted her lap and instantly understanding, Ginny laid her head down in her mothers lap while Molly stroked her hands through her daughters silky red tresses.
"I love you so much and having a hundred babies wouldn't change that fact. Not for an instance. Do you know how much your father and I wanted you? Wanted a little girl? Not to knock my love for your brothers, but a mothers bond with her daughter is special." Molly sighed, gazing down in her child's eyes. Eyes exactly like hers, eyes that showed her every emotion clear like glass.
"I know." Ginny whispered, secretly pleased to hear so much warmth in her mothers soothing voice.
"This baby was a shock for your father and I, but we are very happy, Ginny. Boy or girl, we will love and treasure it as much as we do you. Each of you is so special to me." Molly said.
"Even Percy?"
"Virginia! Percy is special to me as well." replied Molly, frowning down at her.
"I'm sorry. I just felt mad you were having another kid, like I wasn't good enough for you anymore. Like I was being replaced for a newer model." Ginny chuckled half-heartedly.
"Replaced? Never. Having another child doesn't mean your old Mum stops loving you. Or stops harassing you. Or stops worrying herself sick like you and Ron constantly make me do." she admonished, causing Ginny to really laugh.
"Sorry about that. It's mostly Ron's fault though." Ginny grinned.
"Better now, dear?" Molly questioned with a genuine smile of her own.
Calmed down and reassured, Ginny nodded and took her head from her mothers lap. Sitting up next to her Mum, looking at her, she was aware of their similar features and strong personality traits and at that moment couldn't be prouder. Curious and a little anxious, Ginny reached out and touched her mother's stomach.
Molly inwardly chuckled at the interested look on Gin's face as she lay her hand on her belly. Putting her own on top of the hand on her stomach, she patted softly.
*You'll make a wonderful big sister, Virginia. I just know it* Molly thought with a huge grin.
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Days later the news hit the wizardry world that Molly Weasley was pregnant...again. Most people winked and good naturedly teased the couple about their after hour activities. Most gave their heart felt well wishes. Some quietly sneered the fact they were having another child, their eighth, when they could barely support themselves. That it was disgusting a married couple still engaged in that sort of activity to even warrant a child. And one person raged as if hell itself had opened up and engulfed his very soul.
Lucius Malfoy was a man of many dark emotions. Avarice, hate, gluttony and a most perverse need to destroy all that was good and wholesome. News of Weasley's pregnancy had gotten back to him and he felt the need to retch. That bastard had gotten her with child-again. Seems Molly stayed on her back. And as much as that was a delightfully delicious image, the fact that imbecile Arthur Weasley was responsible disgusted him.
He shouldn't even wasted his thoughts on that poor excuse for a pure blood family. Muggle loving scum! Never any love lost between them, he knew Arthur was constantly searching for evidence on him to have him sent on a one way ticket to Azkaban.
*Bastard! You'll never find anything to implicate me. I'll see you dead first before I'll ever be sent back to that hell.*
Sipping his glass of wine, he tried to calm down, but he kept seeing that smug idiots face! Standing up from his position in his green, custom made lounge chair, he angrily flung his glass at the unlit fireplace.
CRASH!
"Could you please control yourself and stop breaking things? It's so unbecoming of you." a voice
sounded out.
Narcissa. His lips curled in their perpetual sneer at the sight of his wife entering his study. Strolling in the room dressed in an ankle length, black dragon skin coat, elegant black silk gown and glittering diamond earrings, he knew she would be out on another one of her 'dinner dates'. Probably another lover he hadn't been introduced to yet. Beautiful beyond belief, with her flaxen shoulder length hair and baby blue eyes, she radiated serenity and calmness. Of course, underneath she was the coldest, most mean spirited bitch he'd ever had the honor to meet. They were well suited for one another.
Also their decidedly wicked tastes in the bedroom, made for a good trouble free, loveless marriage.
"That wine glass was my mother's wedding gift to us, you know." Narcissa frowned as she headed to the fireplace to pick up the broken glass. Gathering up the pieces, she looked up and only had a second to duck before a glass decanter flew by her head to slam into the fireplace, narrowly missing her face.
"Bastard! You could have struck me!" Narcissa screamed at her husband. She jumped up and reached inside her coat for her wand.
"Accio wand." Lucius smirked as it flew from her hand into his own. He wisely tucked it away in his jacket pocket. "If it was from your mother, then even better. So where are you off to this evening, dearest?"
Giving him a cold look, Narcissa forgot about the glass. After all, that was what house elves were for. She fluffed up her hair, making sure a strand wasn't out of place.
"Dinner with a friend. How about you? What has you so riled? Your mistress can't get out of nursery school to play with you?" she smirked. Walking over to his chair, she sat on the left side arm of it and crossed her legs, giving him quite the show in her short gown.
Lucius chuckled at her humor. He knew she didn't care about his lovers, just like he didn't about hers. But they did enjoy bantering with each other about their open relationship.
"No, not tonight. Said she had homework." he replied. When she laughed, he couldn't help but be join in.
"Then what's with your mood, Lucius?" she questioned.
He gave her a quick telling of the news circulating about the Weasley's and the pregnancy. Narcissa rolled her eyes at the thought of Molly and Arthur bringing another annoying brat into the world. Wasn't it bad enough her precious Draco had to suffer being in the same school that allowed traitors like them to attend? Still, she wasn't a dumb blond. She knew Lucius anger had more to do with the matriarch in that family than anything else.
"I never understood your fascination for that woman, but your taste have always been particular. Has thinking about your little frumpy housewife gotten you all excited, dear?" Narcissa sneered. She pointed to the noticeable arousal tenting his black trousers.
"Why don't you put that big mouth of yours to use?" Lucius snarled, yanking her roughly off the chairs arm and to the floor in front of him. Before she could move away or protest, he pulled his trousers down. Lucius reached out to push her head down on him, but she kept jerking back.
"I have plans for the evening!" Narcissa growled. She strained to pull her hair free from his tight grip.
"Since you probably don't plan to do much 'talking' with your friend anyway, you can be a little more accommodating to your poor husband." he replied.
"My dress! Lucius!" she faintly protested his rough treatment, even as it turned her on. A cruel, passionate Lucius was undeniable sexy and when he claimed husbands rights, it was always a sensual experience. She might as well give in and enjoy.
"Shut up, Narcissa. This is the only good thing your mouth is made for." he said, pushing his erection between her lips. He held back a moan as her hot, wet mouth surrounded him. Engulfed him. His hands clenched in her hair at the feeling of her hot breath on his swollen member. His knuckles turned white as she slid back and slowly tongued the tip of his head. Her face was aloof and poised as she pleasured him, but she began moaning quite loudly and lustfully while she sat between his legs.
Narcissa boldly ran her tongue up his entire shaft, base to his tip. She grinned as he shuddered and forcefully kept her mouth on him. She curled her hand around his throbbing member and bit down gently. Lucius gave a ragged moan as she increased pressure. She knew that he liked the little pain, and he quivered as she scraped her teeth roughly up and down his velvety skin. Aroused beyond belief, he started thrusting up into her mouth. Giving a hard thrust, he pushed himself farther down her throat, making her gag on his member.
"L-Lucius!" she coughed a bit, but knew his impatient nature wouldn't allow her much recovery time. Taking his entire length into her mouth again, her lips suctioned around him, bobbing her head up and down. Looking down at her now ruined hairstyle, as saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, he gave her a lascivious grin to show his approval.
Using her right hand to stroke and squeeze his testicles, he gave a guttural groan and jerked his hips off the chair. She had a way with her hands and mouth...
"Molly" Lucius managed to groan as the Narcissa knelt before him, pleasuring him. He knew it would hurt her pride to know it wasn't her face he was fantasying over. Her perfect blond hair and blue eyes had been replaced in his mind with fiery red hair and brown eyes. He inwardly gloated when she visibly stiffened at Molly's name.
Knowing he was so close, he made no effort to hold his hips down as he fucked her mouth relentlessly. She flinched away, but he only tightened his grip on her hair even more so.
Her anger over hearing 'that' womans name caused Narcissa to bite down hard at the tip of his manhood in revenge. That proved to be his undoing. The sharp pain caused him to yell as he came inside of her mouth. Panting, Lucius watched in amusement as his wife vainly attempted to contain all of his come in her mouth, and failed. His seed trickling down her chin from the corners of her lips. To him it was a delightful sight.
"Swallow, love. You should have known better than to try that." Lucius grabbed her chin, and squeezed roughly, knowing he was hurting her delicate skin. She quickly swallowed, running her tongue over her lips. He laughed as he watched her wiping at the corners of her mouth properly like she'd just been offered a cup of tea. He pushed her off of him and she fell on her back at his bare feet. Ignoring his wife, he reached inside his forest green dinner jacket pocket for something.
"You really are a git, Lucius." she said, watching him mutter a cleansing spell with her wand. He pulled his pants up, so she knew he would not offer to pleasure her in return.
"I love you too. Now begone. I'm sure your date is missing you." he chuckled.
After mumbling a few choice words to her spouse, Narcissa stormed out of the room. The slamming of the front door made him sneer in response.
No, Narcissa was a demon in the bedroom. But she wasn't the one he wanted. Now how to get her without it implicating him...?
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Meanwhile at the Burrow...
"I think I need to give Ron the 'talk' again." Arthur said to his wife as they lazed around the house. Not even bothering to cloth themselves, especially since the house was children free-for the moment, they lay naked in bed, having made love on and off all day long. Looking over their mail, the one from Ginny stayed foremost in their minds.
"Do you think they'd, you know?" Molly questioned. It had been hard enough to give the talk the first time around when Ron was twelve!
"Ginny said Hermione and he are going steady. That Ron has become a and I quote, 'complete love sick prat' over Hermione. Least the boys got good taste." Arthur said, turning over to lay behind his wife. He put his arms around her waist just to be able to caress her soft belly and the precious gift inside.
"My baby is all grown up!" Molly whimpered, starting to cry.
Arthur, use to the hormones and mood swings, kissed her mouth gently to distract her and got quite distracted himself.
Long enough for you?! My typing fingers fell off. Stick around, next chapter it's Malfoy
vs. Weasley in a free for all. Keep reviewing and telling me what you think. Bye.