Inconsistent Decisions
By Amber Cradle
Amber's Notes: Thank you for reviewing my fic and finding time to read it. This is the second chap.
Disclaimer: the Character's aren't mine and there will be very brief inclination of some Books of whatever that isn't mine.
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"Gosh Ginny, we're a couple! We're supposed to cover up for each other!" Harry Potter angrily confronted his wife.
Ginny for her part remained cool, fluttering her eyes close and open as she gazed at the wet park outside their mansion. The rain was pouring hard enough to echo through the whole house and left her awake, having to face her fuming husband.
Harry Potter grabbed her shoulder and turned her brusquely to him. He glared at her and glared even more as she eyed him coldly, almost seeing through him. Oh, but she was faking it. She knew he was there. In fact, she could feel the forming bruise on hr right shoulder which he roughly grabbed. "What's wrong with you, woman?!" He shouted at her.
She shrugged. "Lat time I checked, I wasn't the twenty-five year old wizard that has the hormones of a seventeen-year old and have to shoot his balls in every socket he finds," she said frostily, unperturbed. She raised a brow, showing a bit of her over pouring irritation for the man.
"Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Men are an inquisitive race; always anxious to pry on other men's lives, but never ready to correct their own.' But of course, you wouldn't know anything," she said it in a way that his stupidity was very blatant.
He clenched his teeth, digging his nails on her shoulder. It was hard not to loose the little control he has. "I let you cheat, you let me. Besides, I cover for you every time, don't I? Why can't you do the same?" He demanded loudly. The thunder roared and heavy rained ensued.
She merely looked outside the window. "Every single day that passes, you become less a wizard, more an animal. Every single hour, you lose your remaining patience in simple things. In every single minute, I HIGHLY doubt if you ever had A BRAIN TO BEGIN WITH!" She shouted, slapping him.
Harry looked at her, shocked. He was too stunned to feel the numbing of his cheek and the forming bruise.
Ginny sighed and shook her head, walking away from her place and getting her purse. She was already dressed to go anywhere she wanted. No need to dress up again and remain here while Harry recovered and possibly kill her.
She pecked his forehead and murmured, "There's some healing cream on the medicine cabinet and if that gets out of hand, there's the Charms and Cures Book for everything," she pointed to the bathroom that was wide open and there it was, inside the bathroom lounge, sitting there at the table.
She closed the door behind her and got her key from the rack, letting the butler open the driver's seat for her. She started the engine, hoping against hope Draco was alone.
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She waited for someone to open the door and nodded her head at the maid bowed to her. "Is your lady there?" The maid shook her head dutifully.
"No, Miss Virginia; only Master Malfoy," she said. Ginny inclined her head and hurried upstairs to Draco's room, collapsing into his arms when he finally opened the door.
"You doing something?" She asked him. He smirked, letting her in and closing the door, not letting go of her.
"I might now," he whispered on her hair, dragging her to the king-sized bed that a elephant would have fitted comfortably.
She did not let go of her embrace as she let herself be dragged by the gothic wizard. "I'm just. so exhausted," she said sleepily and tiredly. Draco stroked the side of her arms and kissed the crown of her head.
"Harry caused this, didn't he?" He asked softly, an almost undetectable guarantee Harry will feel pain by his hands. She shooked her head gently, putting her palms on his bare chest and kissing the very middle
"Don't bother," she said halfheartedly, too drained to really stop him. And if she could have willed herself to just say yes to Draco, Harry would just be occupying a very small corner of the history.
Before she knew it, she was stripped from any garments and Draco was kissing every inch of her skin so gently, she ached for him to jump her harshly. The difference between Draco and Harry was large.
While Harry does a three-minute do-which is not very satisfying at all, Draco did her like she was a porcelain doll he was careful not to break, but at the same time love. She smiled.
'I am like what Dickon of the Secret Garden said the nest protected very carefully with love by the Missel Thrush-which is Draco,' she played with the thought.
She rested her hands on his head and slept peacefully, dreaming of herself as the goddess Persephone and Draco was the gorgeous version of Hades playing in the dark gardens of his kingdom.
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Very short chapter, I know, but I will work on the others that are going to be long enough to satisfy readers and make them review. ^_^
By Amber Cradle
Amber's Notes: Thank you for reviewing my fic and finding time to read it. This is the second chap.
Disclaimer: the Character's aren't mine and there will be very brief inclination of some Books of whatever that isn't mine.
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"Gosh Ginny, we're a couple! We're supposed to cover up for each other!" Harry Potter angrily confronted his wife.
Ginny for her part remained cool, fluttering her eyes close and open as she gazed at the wet park outside their mansion. The rain was pouring hard enough to echo through the whole house and left her awake, having to face her fuming husband.
Harry Potter grabbed her shoulder and turned her brusquely to him. He glared at her and glared even more as she eyed him coldly, almost seeing through him. Oh, but she was faking it. She knew he was there. In fact, she could feel the forming bruise on hr right shoulder which he roughly grabbed. "What's wrong with you, woman?!" He shouted at her.
She shrugged. "Lat time I checked, I wasn't the twenty-five year old wizard that has the hormones of a seventeen-year old and have to shoot his balls in every socket he finds," she said frostily, unperturbed. She raised a brow, showing a bit of her over pouring irritation for the man.
"Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Men are an inquisitive race; always anxious to pry on other men's lives, but never ready to correct their own.' But of course, you wouldn't know anything," she said it in a way that his stupidity was very blatant.
He clenched his teeth, digging his nails on her shoulder. It was hard not to loose the little control he has. "I let you cheat, you let me. Besides, I cover for you every time, don't I? Why can't you do the same?" He demanded loudly. The thunder roared and heavy rained ensued.
She merely looked outside the window. "Every single day that passes, you become less a wizard, more an animal. Every single hour, you lose your remaining patience in simple things. In every single minute, I HIGHLY doubt if you ever had A BRAIN TO BEGIN WITH!" She shouted, slapping him.
Harry looked at her, shocked. He was too stunned to feel the numbing of his cheek and the forming bruise.
Ginny sighed and shook her head, walking away from her place and getting her purse. She was already dressed to go anywhere she wanted. No need to dress up again and remain here while Harry recovered and possibly kill her.
She pecked his forehead and murmured, "There's some healing cream on the medicine cabinet and if that gets out of hand, there's the Charms and Cures Book for everything," she pointed to the bathroom that was wide open and there it was, inside the bathroom lounge, sitting there at the table.
She closed the door behind her and got her key from the rack, letting the butler open the driver's seat for her. She started the engine, hoping against hope Draco was alone.
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She waited for someone to open the door and nodded her head at the maid bowed to her. "Is your lady there?" The maid shook her head dutifully.
"No, Miss Virginia; only Master Malfoy," she said. Ginny inclined her head and hurried upstairs to Draco's room, collapsing into his arms when he finally opened the door.
"You doing something?" She asked him. He smirked, letting her in and closing the door, not letting go of her.
"I might now," he whispered on her hair, dragging her to the king-sized bed that a elephant would have fitted comfortably.
She did not let go of her embrace as she let herself be dragged by the gothic wizard. "I'm just. so exhausted," she said sleepily and tiredly. Draco stroked the side of her arms and kissed the crown of her head.
"Harry caused this, didn't he?" He asked softly, an almost undetectable guarantee Harry will feel pain by his hands. She shooked her head gently, putting her palms on his bare chest and kissing the very middle
"Don't bother," she said halfheartedly, too drained to really stop him. And if she could have willed herself to just say yes to Draco, Harry would just be occupying a very small corner of the history.
Before she knew it, she was stripped from any garments and Draco was kissing every inch of her skin so gently, she ached for him to jump her harshly. The difference between Draco and Harry was large.
While Harry does a three-minute do-which is not very satisfying at all, Draco did her like she was a porcelain doll he was careful not to break, but at the same time love. She smiled.
'I am like what Dickon of the Secret Garden said the nest protected very carefully with love by the Missel Thrush-which is Draco,' she played with the thought.
She rested her hands on his head and slept peacefully, dreaming of herself as the goddess Persephone and Draco was the gorgeous version of Hades playing in the dark gardens of his kingdom.
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Very short chapter, I know, but I will work on the others that are going to be long enough to satisfy readers and make them review. ^_^