Chapter Ten

~Everything that starts…~

The days of her pregnancy period came and went without him even trying. She had asked him sheepishly every single night, but he was never in the mood. She had started to see even less of him nowadays. 

But by now she was getting tired of it. The last stroke was when he didn't come home for two nights in a row. So the third day, she waited for him, having told all of the ghosts and house-elves that they were to inform her immediately the second he came home.

Truth was, she didn't know why it bothered her so much that he hadn't come home. She had been worried, she'd accept it. But it shouldn't bother her they way it did. Why would she be troubled when he had made her cry? Or had she made herself cry? Either way, she shouldn't blame herself for what the egotistical bastard did. Even if he was her husband.

Then again, she could not help but feel she had been to blame in part for what had happened, after all, she had let him stay all worked up for nothing.  But that was a considerably childish thing to stay angered at her for. Now, she wasn't the kind of person with undecided feelings, she had always been very stable as to what she wanted and felt, but she couldn't help but feel vulnerable around him.

Around noon, Winston appeared in front of her. "Lady Malfoy," said Winston with an exaggerated bow, Ginny ignored it. "Master Malfoy has arrived; he is currently in his office, milady. Do you want me to tell him to come?"

"No, that won't be necessary, Winston, thank you," said Ginny curtly. "I wish to surprise him." She started to walk, but stopped when she felt the most uncomfortable chill on her shoulder, she turned round, discovering Winston with a hand on her shoulder—well, most likely through her shoulder, given that he was a ghost after all—shaking his head slightly.

"Do not be so hard on your husband, mistress, please. Remember that he will still be your husband after all…" he said in a dull, feeling less voice.

"Oh, I very much doubt I'll even have a husband when I'm through with him, Winston, don't worry," she said carelessly as she made her way towards his office.

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She didn't even knock, she slammed the door open and saw him give a startled little jump; he had had his head down, possibly resting. His hair was ruffled, and there were bags under his eyes. He looked terrible and Ginny almost pitied him, but stopped herself before she went too far. 

She had never been in his office, but she did not take the time to admire it. Screw the details for now, she didn't need to know how the place looked if she was to commit a murder. She laughed sourly at this thought, which—unconscious as it was—was very far from the truth.

"Where the FUCK have you been?! You don't show up for two ruddy days! I'm your bloody wife, I DEMAND to know!" She yelled, saying it all very quickly. The heat was rising in her face evenly and she was determined to let out all of her anger, her frustration, her confusion, out on him.

He stood up gracefully and eyed her without the slightest hint of interest, "Did you miss me?" he sneered, his mouth twitching into a smirk. His composure and his way of talking betrayed his look. She found that extremely angering and all of her control went past boiling level.

"Where were you? Where the hell were you?!" she repeated that phrase at least a dozen times before running out of air and pausing to breathe, heaving in great intakes of air.

"At Pansy's," he said, shrugging and nearing her, who was near the almost-closed door. It had bounced back after she slammed it.

"At… her house?" she asked in a breathless and squeaky voice. A pang of something very much like jealousy crept over her and she reacted as though he had slapped her. Shaking, she became angered again, this time fuming and even finding a bit of humor that she was not puffing out smoke as it was. "I cannot BELIEVE you!"

"I didn't do anything!" said Draco angrily, pointing a finger at her and his eyes flashing dangerously, he was now in front of her. She stuck her nose in the air, reluctant to cower in front of him as if she were some child. "Unlike you, my dear, I do not throw myself at every thing that comes across my—"

He seized her wrist in midair; she had made to slap him. She raised her other hand, but he grabbed that one too and then he smirked at her, a wicked smirk she had never seen plastered on his face since her school years. He shook his head as if pityingly and pressed her against the door, it closing. She was very aware that every inch of her body was pressed against his.

She was panting in her anger, looking—glaring at him furiously. "What are you going to do now?" he hissed, she attempted to move out of his grasp, but it was no use. She actually wondered why she hadn't sunk into the wall already.

"I hate you," she spat at him, widening her eyes slightly, he smirked even more gleefully.

"No, you don't," he said into her ear, his breath hot on her lobe. "You want me so much that it hurts," he hissed and his hands, which were grasping her wrists, slammed them on the wall, each one at one side of her head, she winced slightly. He licked her ear sensually.

"Get away from me," she commanded through gritted teeth, though she had begun to shiver against her will. But he silenced her by kissing her deeply, forcing open her mouth with his and thrusting his tongue inside of her mouth. This was very dizzying and she actually pondered for a moment whether she should write the bastard, but the thought was quickly discarded as he began to caress her inner thighs with the knee he had between her legs. Despite herself, she gave a small whimper and felt him smirk against her lips.

He was surprised when she started kissing him back, replying with the same lust as he. He raised her hands above her head, holding both wrists with one hand whilst the other found its way under her blouse. He felt her moan into his mouth and this aroused him. He moved down to kiss her neck passionately and possessively while caressing her chest under her shirt and she rolled her head upward to give him more access.

Her adrenaline was flowing rapidly through her pulse, making her writhe under his touch. She had forgotten that he knew exactly how to touch her, since it had been so long since they'd last been intimate, but now that he was, she found that she ached for him more than she ever knew. And now, with her newfound knowledge, she got frightened, frightened of actually starting to lust after him.

"Draco!" she breathed, opening her eyes as she felt his hand under her skirt and his arousal on her stomach. She attempted to kiss him, to refrain from crying out his name, but he just smirked, not letting her whilst he licked, suckled and kissed her neck, her chest. He ravaged her with his tongue, with his lips, undoing her blouse and ripping it open. But he never let her do anything to him, for it would spoil his well-thought out plan.

He felt her shake again; her head rolling backwards as she once again cried his name out in a begging voice that almost made him lose control. He loved to have her like that, under his will and pleading. He positively enjoyed the taste of her, so long deprived from him, but now once again in his mouth. It was intoxicating, her taste, it dwelled in his mouth even if he was not kissing her.

She shuddered involuntarily at his touch, aching more, throbbing for more, pleading, begging… She wanted him, there was no denying that now, the lust was consuming her now, drowning her…

He brought his mouth up to hers, licking her lips and kissing them from afar, taunting her, teasing her mercilessly. Then he stopped, letting go of her hands and bringing his hand from under her skirt, where he'd been fondling her. She gasped in protest.

"What are you doing?" she breathed, still hazy from the encounter as he pulled away from her and pulled her away from the door gently while he opened it. "You can't leave me like this…"

"Watch me, darling," he sneered, smirking, though his eyes were darkened by desire and he was trembling slightly. He took a step out the door, "Thank you for the fun time." And he walked out, leaving her gaping after him.

Watch him? Oh, she'd watch him alright. He was not leaving her like that.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I'm slightly sick, but whatever. I hoped you liked this chapter. I have no previews for the next one, sadly. I do need opinion though, so feel free to give ideas. Thanks to all the reviewers, you make me feel special! And as always, do review.

-Blue