Author's Note: I ask for forgiveness! I was going through a bad case of writer's block, so this chapter might suck. I am warning you. Sorry for the long wait. HTML format is not uploading too well into ff.net, anyone else have that problem? I get the document with all these weird meta tags and all of that. Quite scary and frustrating. So, I have to load it up as a .txt file. Truly frustrating.
With the taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic? –Toxic Britney Spears (yeah, sue me. )
Chapter Nineteen
Recap
Anyone who knew these two people would see this scene as the most improbable thing that could happen between them. It was kind of an atrocity, given that the two families—their offspring included—loathed each other. But now everything was different. Perhaps it was the way in which they stood; as simply elegant as they begun to walk out of the room, or perhaps it was the way in which his hand rested casually on the small of her back. Either way, eleven years earlier, this would have seemed impossible. But now it wasn't.
Their footsteps echoed on the bare stone walls as they walked in step up towards who knows where. Finally, they reached a door with oak linings and he allowed her to enter first. A smile drew upon her face after she entered and she turned round to look at him. "Finally," she said in a relieved voice. "After eleven years, we're alone once more." She grinned and walked over to the bed, tired to no end, and plopped down on it on her back with a contented sigh.
He walked over to the bed and lied down next to her. "Indeed, indeed, Virginia," he spoke softly craning his neck to look at her with a slight smirk. "Whatever shall we do about it?" An almost identical smirk drew upon her face at this.
"Whatever do you mean, Draco?" she said looking at him as well, her red hair was sprawled on the pillow beneath her head. He propped up on his elbows, looking at her still. She nodded in understanding and shook her head slightly. "I'm too tired for that, though." She shrugged, closing her eyes slightly.
Ginny was not really in the mood for what he wanted to do; she was simply enjoying lying there in silence. She was perfectly happy with just the silent complicity they seemed to share nowadays. And she was extraordinarily fine with the peace of mind she had at the moment. That is, until she felt his lips on her arm. Opening one eye to peek at him, she saw as he kissed his way up her arm to her shoulder.
Stirring somewhat, she closed her eye again, hiding the smile that dared to form on her lips. Soon, he had kissed his way to the other shoulder, down that arm and up again until he began to kiss up her neck, while undoing the buttons to her clothing with extreme slowness. In an attempt to keep her reactions to a minimum, she took a deep breath, but he perhaps saw this as an invitation and kissed her lips briefly, barely brushing his against hers.
Raising her head from the pillow to kiss him better, Ginny found that he pulled back so she couldn't reach him. When her top was off, she felt him straddle her and his hands came to close at her wrists, holding them to each side of her head. She opened her eyes and looked to each of her now captured hands, then at him with a look of confusion dwelling in her gaze. "What—" she began, but he rocked a little and she gasped softly at the sensation.
Her dark eyes raised up his chest until she looked into his eyes, which were darkened and swam in haziness. He simply stared down at her, rocking from time to time in a clear attempt of teasing her. He was doing such a good job at it too. Her adrenaline was soon pumping through her veins and she found herself arching slightly up against him. With a smirk, he licked his lips, moving a bit sharper.
"Mm, Draco…" she breathed out as a shiver ran through her. He was too good at this.
"I thought you said you were not in the mood?" he asked slyly, letting his hands slide from her wrists until they came to rest at her bare stomach, drawing little circles with his fingers.
"Forget what I said," she said, attempting to arch up to him, but he didn't let her. "Please, Draco," she mumbled gaining another smirk from him. He leaned down, placing each of his arms beside her head, his lips barely brushing against hers.
"Please what?" he hissed, carefully letting his tongue lick against her lips very, very briefly. She raised her head and this time could manage to full out kiss him. She did not bother to deepen the kiss, as it started out as so anyway. One of her hands was clutching at the neck of his shirt, to keep him from pulling away, and the other was wound around the back of his neck, for more security.
Their lips became fiercer, as their tongues battled it out inside their mouths, wildly caressing one another. In a moment, she rolled them over until she was on top of him. She felt him smile against her lips as she proceeded to undo his shirt. She caressed the material off his arms and ran her hands on his naked chest, licking her lips as she now took the opportunity to rock teasingly.
The smirk on his mouth never left as he placed his hands on her hips, making her stop. "Dear, dear," he drawled out with the characteristic of the voice he had used so much in his school years, "You don't want to be doing that."
"And why not?" she asked, looking down at him as her hands now rested upon his bare chest, flat against the translucent skin and contrasting greatly with his pale tone.
"Because you would end things too soon for me," he replied, winking up at her.
"But I'm not trying to please you," she said with such charisma, such childlike innocence that made him look at her quizzically before she continued those words, "I'm trying to please myself."
His smirk widened, his hands left her hips and his eyebrows rose with suggestiveness. "Please away, love." A mirrored smirk drew upon her darkened lips. She kissed his neck with delicacy and slowness. It almost ached that she was going so slow. But she kept kissing his neck sensually, her tongue darting out at some spots as she felt his breathing become less steady. She bit down, hard, on his shoulder and heard him emit a low groan.
The delicious sound vibrated and she smirked against his flesh, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to her husband. She kissed that same spot tenderly and then felt him as he straightened up and managed—somehow—to sit on the bed. She was still straddling him, but her head was higher than his, and when she attempted to kiss him, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, while kneading the other with his hand and fingers.
A small writhe escaped her and he rolled his tongue around her already hardened bud, biting down on it rather recklessly. She drowned a moan and arched herself towards him, her hands coming to grip at his shoulders as he continued his ministrations. She felt as her breath became even more fast than it already was and how small trickles of sweat became even more evident in her forehead. She threw her head back as he bit her again and gasped breathlessly, gripping his shoulders more tightly.
He carefully moved his mouth, kissing his way to her other mound, while holding the already sensitive one with his other hand and then proceeded to treat it as equally as he had done the first one. His free hand wondered down her torso, to her belly-button, where he swirled his finger around and in it, causing her to laugh breathlessly.
The hand kept caressing down her outer thigh and then he snuck it in, under her skirt until he touched her warm spot. She gasped out audibly and opened her eyes. She felt his hardness pressing slightly against her thigh and this furthered more her reaction to him, making her, in layman's terms, wet. Deciding already that the ache was far too much for her, she, using her advantaged grip on his shoulders, pushed him back against the bed again, forcing him to lie down. Her mouth searched hungrily for his and found it, beginning to kiss with a bruising manner. But their mouths could not really kiss each other as they should. She undid his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. She had long since wanted to be sexy; she thought that they were both already turned on enough. He did the same to her skirt.
The blinding ache for him was becoming steadily unbearable and she did the only thing she could do and sat on top of him, taking him in fully and staying quite still, as if she were adjusting to him inside of her. She moaned out in pleasure and he equaled her reaction, biting on her lip and tugging on it. She took a sharp intake of breath as he started moving slightly and the new sensation almost drove her over the edge, but it didn't.
They began to move, she on top of him, with slow painfulness. She was being too slow, and he knew she wanted to tease him while enjoying it fully herself. But he needed to enjoy it too, though he was. But, he grabbed her hips and pressed her down against him, making her groan slightly. He then began to guide her, making her go faster and faster until they both couldn't think anymore. The adrenaline was pumping, the sweat was pouring, and the thoughts were not even thoughts anymore. The breaths came out ragged as they gave themselves completely to the moment.
And then the moment came and went just as quickly. She fell limply on him, panting quickly. He removed her and she made a small sound of disapproval. He gathered her in his arms, nuzzling into her neck as they felt their breaths begin to become steady again, along with their heartbeats.
"I love you," she said sleepily and raggedly, snuggling into him. He kissed her shoulder slightly, making her squeeze him tighter. He smiled.
"I know."
The melody flowed around the music room as she played the piano and she began to get homesick already. Krystal remembered very well how her mother used to play the piano and she insisted on learning so her mother had shown her. She knew very well that her mother and her father had not had the best of marriages at the beginning, as she had overheard them one night they were talking about it when they thought she was asleep.
It made her think, in her small 11-year-old mind, while she should still be fantasizing about magical creatures coming and becoming her friends, what was love. It was a wonder she had ever had present; she knew her parents loved her dearly, and they seemed to love themselves, but she was still pretty naïve and did not understand anything about forced marriages or anything of the sort. She thought maybe she would be forced to marry too.
Oh Merlin! What if it was to that horrid "cousin" of hers, Potter?! She didn't even wan to think about it! Such a classless boy! Egh! She stood up from the piano and decided to go to her room already. Once there, her thoughts began consuming her again. The idea of having to marry someone as common as that began to scare her. Let's face it, children think too much at that age, really. It's actually quite amusing how they take everything out of proportion.
She was writing now to her parents to inform how things had gone out in her first day of school and she chose to let those thoughts aside and concentrate on the quill scratching along the parchment.
"Oh look, darling, it's Krystal's owl!" said an excited Ginny to her husband as the white owl swooped down on the living room couch and pulled out his leg so Ginny could take the parchment and opened it, beginning to read out loud so that Draco could hear her. " 'Dear mum and dad,
" 'Everything has been going great over here. I was sorted into the blue house, Ravenclaw and met some quite friendly people, if you can call them that, here. But… Potter got into Slytherin. I wonder what Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry think about that. I never thought he had it in him. I wish I had gotten into Slytherin, or maybe even Gryffindor, but oh well. Oh yeah, you know Alexandra? Uncle Fred's daughter? I saw her! She's in third year and she's a Gryffindor. Nice, huh? Oh anyway, I was playing the piano and I remembered you and dad. I haven't met the professors yet, but I hope I will soon! I can't wait to start classes. Well, I'm off to sleep.
" 'I love you both, mum and dad, take care and send oodles of love to Drakie the dragon! Krystal Elizabeth Malfoy-Weasley.' Oh! That's grand, she got into Ravenclaw!" Ginny exclaimed, clutching the letter to her chest. She missed her daughter dearly already.
"Are you sure Potter and Granger did not exchange our children?" Draco asked teasingly, but Ginny looked at him rather sternly. "I was only kidding, love. We should write back to our precious daughter," he continued, smiling slightly. "And send her cakes and candy so she can brag to her little friends."
"Spoiling her now, are we?" said Ginny testily, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Yes. Very much so. She needs to keep the Malfoy tradition. Until we get a boy, that is." He smirked at her and she shook her head, rolling her eyes slightly.
"You're impossible."
"That I am." He stepped closer to her and kissed her briefly. "Perhaps you ought to change that," he said against her lips.
"Oh should I?" she asked, kissing him.
"Mm-hmm," he said into her mouth, feeling as she let go of the letter and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She smiled at him before pulling him down on top of her.
Author's Note: Alright. Only one more chapter and it is over. Liked it? Hated it? Tell me so in a review! ; The next chapter should be up within a week.
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