Hello! OK, I know most of you guys have given hope on me ever updating, but I've been so reluctant to write out their honeymoon, so yeah, I won't. I'm sorry some of you guys will be disappointed, but I really don't feel comfortable with writing it. Well, please try to enjoy anyway.
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The cottage was bigger than it looked. There was a bathroom and a large bedroom. The living room was spacious, with the kitchen off to the side. The windows were open, letting in the sun and the breeze carrying the scent of exotic flowers and salt water.
The bedroom was also spacious, the large bed made of mahogany with cream sheets, and a canopy. There was a window next to it that faced the east to catch the sun rise.
Ginny turned to Draco, nervous. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," she quickly made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She sighed. "Sorry Draco. I have to swim first and think things out," she muttered as she undressed. She slipped on her blue flowered bikini, grabbed a towel, and cautiously opened the door. Draco was no where in sight. She tiptoed out the front door and sighed in relief when she stepped outside. She slung her towel over a branch of the palm tree. She ran into the water, sighing as the cool water met her skin. She dived under the water and opened her eyes. The salt immediately stung her eyes, but she ignored it. It was so beautiful under there. She could see so many different colored fish.
She came up for air. She knew the only reason she was swimming was to delay their lovemaking and to work out her nervousness. She knew that she did want to make love with him, but she didn't think she was ready quite yet.
She swam into the crystal clear water until her muscles wore out. Feeling exhausted, she got out and spread her towel out on the sand. She laid on her back to let the sun dry her wet body.
"Did you have a good swim?" Draco asked, crouching next to her.
She quickly sat up and pulled the towel over her chest. "Draco!" her eyes slid over his bare chest. She caught her breath as she realized he was only wearing swimming trunks. Her eyes came back to look into his. He was smirking.
"See something you like?"
She blushed. "I should've told you I was going swimming. I didn't want to disturb you though."
"Are you tired?"
"No."
He smiled. "let's put your muscles to the test. See if you can outlast me."
"Outlast you? What do you mean?" Ginny asked, puzzled.
"Race. You know, see how far you can swim?"
"Are you mad?" she asked incredulously. "Of course you'll beat me!"
"All right. So we'll lay off the racing. How about holding our breath?"
Ginny shook her head. "No way."
"Afraid I'm going to beat you?" he challenged.
"Hey," she jabbed a finger at his chest. "You're talking to a pro here. I beat all my brothers at holding our breath."
"Prove it."
Ginny looked at him for a while before she smiled. "Fine, come on."
She got up, and waded into the water. Draco sucked in some air as he admired her long legs. He got up and followed her. They stopped about ten feet away from the shore.
"On three," Draco said. He counted to three, and they both took a deep breath and went under water. Draco opened his eyes. Ginny was in front of him, with her eyes closed, and her long red hair floating around her. Draco smiled evilly as a wicked thought ran through his mind. He reached out and cupped her breast in his hand and gently squeezed it.
Ginny's eyes shot open, and her mouth opened in surprise as bubbles issued from it. She kicked her way to the surface. Draco came up a few seconds later, laughing.
"Oh, so you thought that was funny?" she said, her face hot.
"I guess I won," he laughed. "You're not as good as you claim to be. You only stayed under the water for not even twenty seconds."
She rolled her eyes. "I wonder why." She began wading toward the shore.
"Hey!" he cried after her. "Where are you going?"
"Away from you, you cheater!" she said over her shoulder.
Draco dived under water and started swimming toward her. He grabbed both of her legs and pulled them, making her fall face forward into the water.
"Hey," she said as she spat out water. "Why did you do tha-"
The rest of her sentence was forgotten as his wet lips came in contact with hers. His lips were salty, and he tasted of champagne. Ginny thought he tasted delicious.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" he murmured in her ear.
Ginny shivered. "No," she said, her voice thick with desire. "You would be the first. Except for my brothers," she couldn't help adding.
He silenced her again with his mouth. "Shut up," he said.
Ginny's stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had hardly ate anything. Draco pulled away.
"Sorry," Ginny said as she rubbed her stomahc. "I'm kinda hungry."
He groaned. "Your hunger strikes when we're kissing. Perfect."
She laughed as she walked to shore with Draco behind her. She picked up her towel and dired herself off. She entered the cottage and went to the kitchen.
"You in the mood for tomato soup and grilled cheese?" she called when she heard the door close.
He came into the kitchen and pulled her against him. He sucked on her neck. "I'll eat anything you cook."
She laughed. "I'm not a very good cook. You should've hired a cook to come along with us."
"I think the cook's eardrums would've been affected by your screams," he smirked.
She blushed hotly and pulled away. "Go sit down before I dump this soup on you."
He grinned. "You wouldn't. I'm going to go take a shower."
Fifteen minutes later he came back in a comfortable, yet expensive, white shirt with black pants. He sat down at the table.
Ginny brough the soup and grilled cheese over. "it's not what you usually eat, so it probably won't be very appetizing."
"Don't worry. I'm already getting full," he looked over her. She still had her bikini on.
"I'll go change," she mumbled, embarassed. She took a quick shower and slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She slipped her wedding ring back on. She cambe back out, got her food, and sat down across the table from Draco. He was already done eating. His plate and bowl was no where in sight.
He leaned back and looked at her. "That was delicious."
She nodded and began to eat, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. A few minutes later she pushed the half empty bowl away from her. She had only taken a couple of bites of her grilled cheese.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me while I'm eating," she said, gathering her dishes. She got up and threw the leftover grilled cheese away. She dumped the rest of the soup down the sink. She proceeded to wash the pans and dishes.
"I can't take my eyes off of you," he spun her around. Her hands were still soapy. "Wash your hands off," he commanded, turning on the fuacet. Ginny obeyed. She shut the water off before Draco began kissing her in such a way that it made her dizzy. Every thought or worry flew from her mind as he carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, crawling on to it himself. He began kissing her.
Afterwards, as she laid sleeping against him, he leaned close to her ear and whispered: "I love you, Ginny." She smiled in her sleep. He closed his eyes and felt sleep claim him, but not before he tightened his hold on her, afraid that she might leave him while he was asleep.
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A few hours later, Ginny woke up as she felt Draco's thumb tracing her lips. She smiled at him and moved her head so she could see him better. He had a strange look in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"You look like an angel when you're sleeping," he said. He propped himself up on his elbows. "You don't regret our lovemaking, do you?"
Ginny's heart melted as she saw the anxiety in his eyes. She shook her head. "No, of course not," she said softly. And she didn't. She kenw she did the right thing, because it was what she had wanted to do. And because she loved him. She gulped as the thought flashed across her mind. She had started falling in love with him all over again when he had shown up on her door step that fateful morning. How else would you explain how her heart leapt as she looked at him for the first time in four years, and the way her body acted when he touched or kissed her? She hadn't known she loved him until she had said, "I do" at the wedding. She knew she couldn't tell him, because he would only end up breaking her heart all over again. If such a simple thing as his father had broken their relationship, then they would not pass all the obstacles that would stand in their way if Ginny told Draco how she felt about him. She had no idea why he had wanted to marry her, all she knew was she couldn't tell him her love. She would enjoy their marriage, and get a divorce in six months as she had previously planned. After that, she would forget him and live her life, fall in love with another man, and marry him.
Yeah right, a voice scoffed in her head. Like you could forget Draco Malfoy. You couldn't even forget him after four years! You're madly in love with him, you fool. You always have been, and you always will be.
Ginny knew that the voice was right, but she still fought against it anway. I know, but he doesn't love me. And I can't have him break my heart again. It hurts too much. He's not the kind of mant hat stays witht he same woman for very long. He's not destined for the married life. He's better off single and taking mistresses for the rest of his life.
"Hey, you there?" Draco's voice brought her out of her depressing thoughts.
She nodded. "I was thinking."
"About what?"
She laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. "About you and Pansy," she said quietly.
He leaned over her. "Didn't I tell you that I haven't touched her since you came back in my life?"
She looked at him. "Yes."
"You don't believe me," he said.
She sighed. "It's hard to."
He sighed too. "Why don't you trust me? Didn't you trust me when we were dating at Hogwarts?"
Ginny hesitated. "Yes, I did."
He held her chin and made her look up at him. "Then trust me now when I say that I haven't been with any woman besides you," he rested his arms on either side of her, crushing her breasts slightly with his chest. He bent down and kissed her, running his tongue over her lips. "OK?"
She nodded. She didn't completely trust him, but he seemed like he was telling the truth. She rested her hands on his shoulders, feeling him flinch under her touch. She immediately removed her hands.
"Are you OK?" she asked, concerned.
"Fine," he bent to kiss her, but she pushed him back. She got up from under him. He sat up.
"Let me see it," she demanded. He made no move to show her his back. She reached her hands out to turn him around. He caught her hands and pushed her back on the pillows, going down with her.
"Hey!" she protested as she tried vainly to get her hands free from his grip.
"I'm fine," he trailed kisses from her neck to her mouth. He caught her lips in his. She didn't respond to his kiss, keeping her mouth closed in a firm line. He tried to probe her mouth open, but she refused to grant him entrance. He finally gave up, and lifted his head up to look into her stubborn eyes.
"Is this how you're going to act if I don't show you my back?" he asked. She smirked and nodded. He thought she looked devilish when she smirked. He gave in, sat up, and turned around, his back to her.
Ginny got up and looked at his back. On ecah side near his shoulders were four red scratches. "What happened?"
He smirked over his shoulder at her. "You honestly don't know?"
Her cheeks turned pink. "Oh, I did tha-," she paused. "Do you want me to fix it?"
He turned to face her and held up his hand in surrender. "Hey, if you want to leave your mark on me, then I'll keep it on."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm going outside," she swung her legs over the bed, wrapping the bed sheet around her body. The sun was shining through the window. She glanced at the clock and shook her head. It was only three o'clock. She had forgotten the time difference. She picked up her shirt and bra off the floor and went in search of her shorts and underwear. They were under the bed.
"How the hell did my clothes get under the bed?" she questioned as she laid on her stomach to get her things.
"No idea," came Draco's reply as he searched for his own clothes which were in the tangle of bed sheets. They both dressed, Ginny careful not to look at him. "I hope we have extra sheets," Draco said as he stared at the red mark on the bed.
Ginny stopped brushing her hair long enough to look at the red spot. "It was your fault."
He came behind her and grabbed her around the waist. "Devil," he murmured.
She giggled and broke free. "Stop. I just got done getting dressed."
A couple of hours later, they came back into the cottage, sweating from their exploration of their near-by surroundings.
A swim sounds so good right now," Ginny said, making her way to the bathroom to get her swimsuit. It was still damp from the earlier swim. She grabbed a towel and went into the living room. Draco was in the kitchen in his swimming trunks, making them both a drink.
Ginny's eyes traveled over h is perfectly masculine body. She doubted if there was a woman who could resist him.
He turned around with two glasses in his hand. He handed her a glass. They went back outside into the bright sun. They swam for a while and later laid in the sun. Ginny was on the verge of sleep, when Draco woke her up.
"Hey," he said softly. "You can't sleep. We have to get to the restaurant before they give our table away."
Ginny's eyes shot open and she looked questioningly at him. "Restaurant?"
He grinned down at her. "Yes, restaurant. I made reservations. You didn't think we were going to survive off of canned soups, did you?"
She made a face. "No, thank God," she sat up. "Ew, my back is covered in sand. I swear this is going to be the one-hundredth shower I've taken today," she picked up her towel and went back into the cottage. She went into the bathroom, Draco right behind her. She turned to face him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said.
"Taking a shower with you," he replied, making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She shook her head. "Uh-uh. You know that if you do, we'll never get to the restaurant in time."
He chuckled. "That's IF we ever get to the restaurant."
She pushed him out the door and shut it. She showered, washing her hair to get all the sand out. A few minutes later she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself, and made her way to the bedroom. She chose a dress that she had bought in case of a special occasion. She slipped it on, enjoying the filmy feel of it.
It was a sky blue in color and sleeveless. The front was a deep V. The straps were thin and criss-crossed in the back. The dress came a couple inches above her knees. She put on her high heels and glanced in the mirror. She carefully applied her make-up and curled her hair, letting the curls cascade around her shoulders.
She was just getting done when Draco walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw her. He looked her up and down, his gave lingering on her red and glossy lips. He finally met her eyes.
"You better get dressed," she said.
He drew in a breath, then proceeded to get dressed. Ginny went out in the living room, knowing that they would end up in bed together if she stayed. He came out a few minutes later in a navy blue suit. It was Ginny's turn to draw in a breath as her gaze traveled over his body.
"Ready?" he asked, walking to her. She nodded as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt the familiar feelings of aparating, then the feelings stopped. He led her into a fancy restaurant where they were seated. They ordered their drinks.
"How clever of you to think about going to a restaurant," Ginny smiled at him.
"I'm glad you think so."
The waiter came to get their order. Ginny let Draco order for her, since she wasn't sure what to get.
He leaned back in his chair, and examined her face. "Your birthday is coming up, isn't it?"
Ginny nodded, surprised that he should know. "Yes, on the twenty-eighth."
"You are turning twenty-one?" she nodded again. "We'll have to do something special now, won't we?"
"Don't be silly. This honeymoon is more than enough."
He smiled at her. "You are easy to please. But I insist that we do something on your birthday. I have a lot of reasons to be happy on your birthday," he reached across the table and held her hands in his warm ones. He lazily rubbed her palm with his thumb. "I hope you're enjoying our honeymoon."
His touch was sending electricity through her whole body. She could hardly get her answer out. "Yes."
He smirked at her. He knew full well what his touch did to her. "I'm glad."
Their food came. They discussed everything that crossed their minds. After Draco had paid the bill, they left to walk along the beach.
"I didn't know you knew how to handle muggle money," Ginny said.
"I learned. Tilly more or less taught me."
Ginny stopped to take her shoes off, since they sunk in the sand each time she moved. A few feet ahead, they saw a small fire burning, and a bunch of teenagers laughing and chattering. A beach ball rolled up to them. It bumped into Ginny's feet and stopped. A tall brown haired man ran up to them. He was very good looking with midnight blue eyes and a perfect tan. He was muscular, his chest bare, and glistened with water. He looked to be in his early twenties. He stared appreciatively at Ginny and smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. Ginny smiled back. He stopped staring at her when Draco picked up the ball.
"Is this yours?" Draco asked, his voice steely. Ginny knew with a hint of amusement that he didn't like the way the man kept staring at her.
The man took the ball from him. "Yes, thank you," with one more longing look at Ginny, he ran off.
"You didn't like him," Ginny said, her amusement laced in her words.
He put a posessive hand on her waist, and pulled her to his body as they began walking again. Ginny sank into the warmth of him, breathing the smell of him. "If anyone ever looks at you like that again, I'll blast them to another planet."
Ginny looked up at the black sky, the millions of stars winking down at her. She leaned her head on him.
"Are you ready to go back?" he said, stopping to look down at her. She nodded. He apparated them both back to the beach by the cottage. Ginny was about to move to go to the cottage when Draco pulled her back. "We never got to dance to the last song of our wedding reception."
Ginny smiled up at him. He put his hands on her back, pulling her so close to him that she could feel every part of his body. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder. They danced under the starlit sky, both wanting to tell the other of their love, but not daring to. One afraid of heartache, and the other of rejection.
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There's your 9th chapter! I hoped you enjoy it. Yeah, so I really suck at updating. Sorry -_-. Well stay tuned for the next chapter! And thank you so much for putting up with me! super sailor saturn39
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The cottage was bigger than it looked. There was a bathroom and a large bedroom. The living room was spacious, with the kitchen off to the side. The windows were open, letting in the sun and the breeze carrying the scent of exotic flowers and salt water.
The bedroom was also spacious, the large bed made of mahogany with cream sheets, and a canopy. There was a window next to it that faced the east to catch the sun rise.
Ginny turned to Draco, nervous. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," she quickly made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She sighed. "Sorry Draco. I have to swim first and think things out," she muttered as she undressed. She slipped on her blue flowered bikini, grabbed a towel, and cautiously opened the door. Draco was no where in sight. She tiptoed out the front door and sighed in relief when she stepped outside. She slung her towel over a branch of the palm tree. She ran into the water, sighing as the cool water met her skin. She dived under the water and opened her eyes. The salt immediately stung her eyes, but she ignored it. It was so beautiful under there. She could see so many different colored fish.
She came up for air. She knew the only reason she was swimming was to delay their lovemaking and to work out her nervousness. She knew that she did want to make love with him, but she didn't think she was ready quite yet.
She swam into the crystal clear water until her muscles wore out. Feeling exhausted, she got out and spread her towel out on the sand. She laid on her back to let the sun dry her wet body.
"Did you have a good swim?" Draco asked, crouching next to her.
She quickly sat up and pulled the towel over her chest. "Draco!" her eyes slid over his bare chest. She caught her breath as she realized he was only wearing swimming trunks. Her eyes came back to look into his. He was smirking.
"See something you like?"
She blushed. "I should've told you I was going swimming. I didn't want to disturb you though."
"Are you tired?"
"No."
He smiled. "let's put your muscles to the test. See if you can outlast me."
"Outlast you? What do you mean?" Ginny asked, puzzled.
"Race. You know, see how far you can swim?"
"Are you mad?" she asked incredulously. "Of course you'll beat me!"
"All right. So we'll lay off the racing. How about holding our breath?"
Ginny shook her head. "No way."
"Afraid I'm going to beat you?" he challenged.
"Hey," she jabbed a finger at his chest. "You're talking to a pro here. I beat all my brothers at holding our breath."
"Prove it."
Ginny looked at him for a while before she smiled. "Fine, come on."
She got up, and waded into the water. Draco sucked in some air as he admired her long legs. He got up and followed her. They stopped about ten feet away from the shore.
"On three," Draco said. He counted to three, and they both took a deep breath and went under water. Draco opened his eyes. Ginny was in front of him, with her eyes closed, and her long red hair floating around her. Draco smiled evilly as a wicked thought ran through his mind. He reached out and cupped her breast in his hand and gently squeezed it.
Ginny's eyes shot open, and her mouth opened in surprise as bubbles issued from it. She kicked her way to the surface. Draco came up a few seconds later, laughing.
"Oh, so you thought that was funny?" she said, her face hot.
"I guess I won," he laughed. "You're not as good as you claim to be. You only stayed under the water for not even twenty seconds."
She rolled her eyes. "I wonder why." She began wading toward the shore.
"Hey!" he cried after her. "Where are you going?"
"Away from you, you cheater!" she said over her shoulder.
Draco dived under water and started swimming toward her. He grabbed both of her legs and pulled them, making her fall face forward into the water.
"Hey," she said as she spat out water. "Why did you do tha-"
The rest of her sentence was forgotten as his wet lips came in contact with hers. His lips were salty, and he tasted of champagne. Ginny thought he tasted delicious.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" he murmured in her ear.
Ginny shivered. "No," she said, her voice thick with desire. "You would be the first. Except for my brothers," she couldn't help adding.
He silenced her again with his mouth. "Shut up," he said.
Ginny's stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had hardly ate anything. Draco pulled away.
"Sorry," Ginny said as she rubbed her stomahc. "I'm kinda hungry."
He groaned. "Your hunger strikes when we're kissing. Perfect."
She laughed as she walked to shore with Draco behind her. She picked up her towel and dired herself off. She entered the cottage and went to the kitchen.
"You in the mood for tomato soup and grilled cheese?" she called when she heard the door close.
He came into the kitchen and pulled her against him. He sucked on her neck. "I'll eat anything you cook."
She laughed. "I'm not a very good cook. You should've hired a cook to come along with us."
"I think the cook's eardrums would've been affected by your screams," he smirked.
She blushed hotly and pulled away. "Go sit down before I dump this soup on you."
He grinned. "You wouldn't. I'm going to go take a shower."
Fifteen minutes later he came back in a comfortable, yet expensive, white shirt with black pants. He sat down at the table.
Ginny brough the soup and grilled cheese over. "it's not what you usually eat, so it probably won't be very appetizing."
"Don't worry. I'm already getting full," he looked over her. She still had her bikini on.
"I'll go change," she mumbled, embarassed. She took a quick shower and slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She slipped her wedding ring back on. She cambe back out, got her food, and sat down across the table from Draco. He was already done eating. His plate and bowl was no where in sight.
He leaned back and looked at her. "That was delicious."
She nodded and began to eat, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. A few minutes later she pushed the half empty bowl away from her. She had only taken a couple of bites of her grilled cheese.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me while I'm eating," she said, gathering her dishes. She got up and threw the leftover grilled cheese away. She dumped the rest of the soup down the sink. She proceeded to wash the pans and dishes.
"I can't take my eyes off of you," he spun her around. Her hands were still soapy. "Wash your hands off," he commanded, turning on the fuacet. Ginny obeyed. She shut the water off before Draco began kissing her in such a way that it made her dizzy. Every thought or worry flew from her mind as he carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, crawling on to it himself. He began kissing her.
Afterwards, as she laid sleeping against him, he leaned close to her ear and whispered: "I love you, Ginny." She smiled in her sleep. He closed his eyes and felt sleep claim him, but not before he tightened his hold on her, afraid that she might leave him while he was asleep.
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A few hours later, Ginny woke up as she felt Draco's thumb tracing her lips. She smiled at him and moved her head so she could see him better. He had a strange look in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"You look like an angel when you're sleeping," he said. He propped himself up on his elbows. "You don't regret our lovemaking, do you?"
Ginny's heart melted as she saw the anxiety in his eyes. She shook her head. "No, of course not," she said softly. And she didn't. She kenw she did the right thing, because it was what she had wanted to do. And because she loved him. She gulped as the thought flashed across her mind. She had started falling in love with him all over again when he had shown up on her door step that fateful morning. How else would you explain how her heart leapt as she looked at him for the first time in four years, and the way her body acted when he touched or kissed her? She hadn't known she loved him until she had said, "I do" at the wedding. She knew she couldn't tell him, because he would only end up breaking her heart all over again. If such a simple thing as his father had broken their relationship, then they would not pass all the obstacles that would stand in their way if Ginny told Draco how she felt about him. She had no idea why he had wanted to marry her, all she knew was she couldn't tell him her love. She would enjoy their marriage, and get a divorce in six months as she had previously planned. After that, she would forget him and live her life, fall in love with another man, and marry him.
Yeah right, a voice scoffed in her head. Like you could forget Draco Malfoy. You couldn't even forget him after four years! You're madly in love with him, you fool. You always have been, and you always will be.
Ginny knew that the voice was right, but she still fought against it anway. I know, but he doesn't love me. And I can't have him break my heart again. It hurts too much. He's not the kind of mant hat stays witht he same woman for very long. He's not destined for the married life. He's better off single and taking mistresses for the rest of his life.
"Hey, you there?" Draco's voice brought her out of her depressing thoughts.
She nodded. "I was thinking."
"About what?"
She laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. "About you and Pansy," she said quietly.
He leaned over her. "Didn't I tell you that I haven't touched her since you came back in my life?"
She looked at him. "Yes."
"You don't believe me," he said.
She sighed. "It's hard to."
He sighed too. "Why don't you trust me? Didn't you trust me when we were dating at Hogwarts?"
Ginny hesitated. "Yes, I did."
He held her chin and made her look up at him. "Then trust me now when I say that I haven't been with any woman besides you," he rested his arms on either side of her, crushing her breasts slightly with his chest. He bent down and kissed her, running his tongue over her lips. "OK?"
She nodded. She didn't completely trust him, but he seemed like he was telling the truth. She rested her hands on his shoulders, feeling him flinch under her touch. She immediately removed her hands.
"Are you OK?" she asked, concerned.
"Fine," he bent to kiss her, but she pushed him back. She got up from under him. He sat up.
"Let me see it," she demanded. He made no move to show her his back. She reached her hands out to turn him around. He caught her hands and pushed her back on the pillows, going down with her.
"Hey!" she protested as she tried vainly to get her hands free from his grip.
"I'm fine," he trailed kisses from her neck to her mouth. He caught her lips in his. She didn't respond to his kiss, keeping her mouth closed in a firm line. He tried to probe her mouth open, but she refused to grant him entrance. He finally gave up, and lifted his head up to look into her stubborn eyes.
"Is this how you're going to act if I don't show you my back?" he asked. She smirked and nodded. He thought she looked devilish when she smirked. He gave in, sat up, and turned around, his back to her.
Ginny got up and looked at his back. On ecah side near his shoulders were four red scratches. "What happened?"
He smirked over his shoulder at her. "You honestly don't know?"
Her cheeks turned pink. "Oh, I did tha-," she paused. "Do you want me to fix it?"
He turned to face her and held up his hand in surrender. "Hey, if you want to leave your mark on me, then I'll keep it on."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm going outside," she swung her legs over the bed, wrapping the bed sheet around her body. The sun was shining through the window. She glanced at the clock and shook her head. It was only three o'clock. She had forgotten the time difference. She picked up her shirt and bra off the floor and went in search of her shorts and underwear. They were under the bed.
"How the hell did my clothes get under the bed?" she questioned as she laid on her stomach to get her things.
"No idea," came Draco's reply as he searched for his own clothes which were in the tangle of bed sheets. They both dressed, Ginny careful not to look at him. "I hope we have extra sheets," Draco said as he stared at the red mark on the bed.
Ginny stopped brushing her hair long enough to look at the red spot. "It was your fault."
He came behind her and grabbed her around the waist. "Devil," he murmured.
She giggled and broke free. "Stop. I just got done getting dressed."
A couple of hours later, they came back into the cottage, sweating from their exploration of their near-by surroundings.
A swim sounds so good right now," Ginny said, making her way to the bathroom to get her swimsuit. It was still damp from the earlier swim. She grabbed a towel and went into the living room. Draco was in the kitchen in his swimming trunks, making them both a drink.
Ginny's eyes traveled over h is perfectly masculine body. She doubted if there was a woman who could resist him.
He turned around with two glasses in his hand. He handed her a glass. They went back outside into the bright sun. They swam for a while and later laid in the sun. Ginny was on the verge of sleep, when Draco woke her up.
"Hey," he said softly. "You can't sleep. We have to get to the restaurant before they give our table away."
Ginny's eyes shot open and she looked questioningly at him. "Restaurant?"
He grinned down at her. "Yes, restaurant. I made reservations. You didn't think we were going to survive off of canned soups, did you?"
She made a face. "No, thank God," she sat up. "Ew, my back is covered in sand. I swear this is going to be the one-hundredth shower I've taken today," she picked up her towel and went back into the cottage. She went into the bathroom, Draco right behind her. She turned to face him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said.
"Taking a shower with you," he replied, making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She shook her head. "Uh-uh. You know that if you do, we'll never get to the restaurant in time."
He chuckled. "That's IF we ever get to the restaurant."
She pushed him out the door and shut it. She showered, washing her hair to get all the sand out. A few minutes later she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself, and made her way to the bedroom. She chose a dress that she had bought in case of a special occasion. She slipped it on, enjoying the filmy feel of it.
It was a sky blue in color and sleeveless. The front was a deep V. The straps were thin and criss-crossed in the back. The dress came a couple inches above her knees. She put on her high heels and glanced in the mirror. She carefully applied her make-up and curled her hair, letting the curls cascade around her shoulders.
She was just getting done when Draco walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw her. He looked her up and down, his gave lingering on her red and glossy lips. He finally met her eyes.
"You better get dressed," she said.
He drew in a breath, then proceeded to get dressed. Ginny went out in the living room, knowing that they would end up in bed together if she stayed. He came out a few minutes later in a navy blue suit. It was Ginny's turn to draw in a breath as her gaze traveled over his body.
"Ready?" he asked, walking to her. She nodded as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt the familiar feelings of aparating, then the feelings stopped. He led her into a fancy restaurant where they were seated. They ordered their drinks.
"How clever of you to think about going to a restaurant," Ginny smiled at him.
"I'm glad you think so."
The waiter came to get their order. Ginny let Draco order for her, since she wasn't sure what to get.
He leaned back in his chair, and examined her face. "Your birthday is coming up, isn't it?"
Ginny nodded, surprised that he should know. "Yes, on the twenty-eighth."
"You are turning twenty-one?" she nodded again. "We'll have to do something special now, won't we?"
"Don't be silly. This honeymoon is more than enough."
He smiled at her. "You are easy to please. But I insist that we do something on your birthday. I have a lot of reasons to be happy on your birthday," he reached across the table and held her hands in his warm ones. He lazily rubbed her palm with his thumb. "I hope you're enjoying our honeymoon."
His touch was sending electricity through her whole body. She could hardly get her answer out. "Yes."
He smirked at her. He knew full well what his touch did to her. "I'm glad."
Their food came. They discussed everything that crossed their minds. After Draco had paid the bill, they left to walk along the beach.
"I didn't know you knew how to handle muggle money," Ginny said.
"I learned. Tilly more or less taught me."
Ginny stopped to take her shoes off, since they sunk in the sand each time she moved. A few feet ahead, they saw a small fire burning, and a bunch of teenagers laughing and chattering. A beach ball rolled up to them. It bumped into Ginny's feet and stopped. A tall brown haired man ran up to them. He was very good looking with midnight blue eyes and a perfect tan. He was muscular, his chest bare, and glistened with water. He looked to be in his early twenties. He stared appreciatively at Ginny and smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. Ginny smiled back. He stopped staring at her when Draco picked up the ball.
"Is this yours?" Draco asked, his voice steely. Ginny knew with a hint of amusement that he didn't like the way the man kept staring at her.
The man took the ball from him. "Yes, thank you," with one more longing look at Ginny, he ran off.
"You didn't like him," Ginny said, her amusement laced in her words.
He put a posessive hand on her waist, and pulled her to his body as they began walking again. Ginny sank into the warmth of him, breathing the smell of him. "If anyone ever looks at you like that again, I'll blast them to another planet."
Ginny looked up at the black sky, the millions of stars winking down at her. She leaned her head on him.
"Are you ready to go back?" he said, stopping to look down at her. She nodded. He apparated them both back to the beach by the cottage. Ginny was about to move to go to the cottage when Draco pulled her back. "We never got to dance to the last song of our wedding reception."
Ginny smiled up at him. He put his hands on her back, pulling her so close to him that she could feel every part of his body. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder. They danced under the starlit sky, both wanting to tell the other of their love, but not daring to. One afraid of heartache, and the other of rejection.
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There's your 9th chapter! I hoped you enjoy it. Yeah, so I really suck at updating. Sorry -_-. Well stay tuned for the next chapter! And thank you so much for putting up with me! super sailor saturn39