Three Years Later
June tenth, late late late
I should be sleeping. I got home from the charity ball around midnight and have been too worked up to do anything but pace around the rooms of my house. I even went into the back yard to snuggle with my dog, but he is much wiser then I and was fast asleep. What has gotten me into a dither? Who else?
I have no reason to have been surprised to see him there; he is as big a player in the Ministry of Magic as his father ever was. Normally I avoid the society functions he attends and he stays away from the ones run by my department. I can only assume that it was the work of Hermione. An invitation from the new Head of the Ministry would be something he could not turn down.
I have not yet fully forgiven my family for taking Draco's side in the affair. I know it is long past time for me to have gotten over it all, but I have not and I fear I never will. It does not help that my family is ever trying to push us into each other's paths in hopes that we will revive our romance. Even Ron has aided and abetted his former nemesis. He claims that he would have done the very same thing had he thought his wife was at risk.
So there he was, as beautiful as ever, on the arm of some twig of a woman. I tried to ignore him, but the hunger he sent in my direction was my undoing. As always, we ended up shagging in some unlikely spot before retiring to his house to do it properly. I feel like a trollop. Ever time I see him it is the same desperate sort of affair. We never talk, and we do not stay the night in each other's arms. This is not the role life had in mind for us, but it the only one we seem willing to play.
June fifteenth, afternoon tea
He sent me an owl! It was the first one I have received from him since our fight. At first I thought it was about by department, but it was not. It was short only three words, an address and a time. I am not sure what I will do. I want to go. The years have buffered the link between us, but it is still there. I feel his love, hurt and longing. Keeping my distance has never been harder then it is now.
There is nothing between us that time has not healed, and the pleasure of his company is what I have been yearning for. If he can take the first step then I can follow with the second. I know how the evening will end, in bed, but I do not care. All I want is to see him and touch him and show the world that he is still mine.
Want to dance? Of course I do.
~}~}~@
He saw her walk in the room and felt his heart stop. She was even lovelier than before. The changes time had wrought only strengthened her features. The small lines around her mouth and eyes and the sprinkling of new freckles made her seem more vibrant and alive. She was his. And yet she was not. He could feel her nervousness and let out a slow sigh. To win her would take much but he refused to let this farce continue any longer.
When recalling the event of that day he could only shake his head in disbelief. If he had only stuck to his planned speeches, she would still be in his arms. He admitted that her venom had provoked him, but his own response was no ones fault but his own. She was airy and light and his words had shattered what little hope there had been. Now he was ready to make up for all the lost time.
He did not want the lust filled encounters they had every time they met. He needed much more than that.
Draco watched as she ordered a frothy pink drink and then scanned the hazy room for him. He smirked as her eyes skipped over his hiding spot and laughed out loud when she crinkled her brow in frustration. He downed the last of his drink then sent seductive tendrils to her. He slid from shadow to shadow until he was behind her then bit into her neck before she knew he was there.
She moaned his name and sank into him, her body molding to fit his own. He kissed the marks he made then turned her around to face him. She placed her drink on a table then meekly followed as he led her onto the packed dance floor. His hands ran over her body as she danced for him. Lust surged back and forth between them until he could not tell to whom it belonged to.
She pulled him close and grinded into him while her lips worked his in time to the beat. He growled as her hands found there way down his body. He leaned into her touch, then bet her lower lip and forced his tongue into her willing mouth. He pushed her gently away and looked deep into her eyes. The love he saw there was almost his undoing, but he steadied himself.
"Ginny, if sex is all you have to give, then I do not want it." He stared at her bottom lip and thought of all the wonderfully erotic things he wanted to do to her. "I will not lie and say that your body gives me no pleasure, but I cannot let things go on as they have. You and I are meant for more then this. I want you in my life. If I cannot have that then will not have anything."
"Silly man," she let out a pearl of laughter "you can have anything you want of me."
"I am not playing with you Virginia."
"No, I do not think you would Lord Malfoy." It was teasing and tinged with loved. "I am yours, as I ever was. You could tell me to do anything and I would say yes. We have both suffered long enough my love. If you are asking me to be your girl, then I say yes."
"I want more than that." He sucked in a breath "I want you for my wife."
"No." There was finality in her tone that could not be denied. "I refuse to do that. Any thing else is yours, but my hand in marriage is something I will never give you." She lowered her eyes. "Draco, you mean everything to me, but I fear I am not yet ready to forget what happened. I forgave you long ago, but the scars still ache and my heart will not let me hurt it again. If what I offer is not enough, then I am sorry."
He was bitterly disappointed, and it showed. He felt her rush of emotions and knew that only trust and even more time would be able to heal her. He took her small hand in his own and promised himself that one day she would be his alone. "If that is all you can offer me at this time, then that is all I will ask."
He kissed her and a part of him that he had not realized was missing clicked back into place.
~}~}~@
July eight, early evening
We told my family tonight. There was nothing but approval and smiles to be had from them. Ron was very cheeky and told us it was about time. Prat. Harry went all pious and went on and on about the responsibilities people in love owe each other. Em went all gooey eyed over the head of their son. Draco looked like he wanted to punch him, but then he always does so I cannot say if it was because of the drivel Harry was spouting or not.
Afterwards we went to Marty's birthday party. Thirty-one and still single. He never did figure out who it was he was meant to be with. I feel such pity for him, but try my best not to show it. Draco said Marty has not gotten over me yet, and I believe he will not be able to find love until he does. Anna and Blaise were there. They left their children with the nanny. Anna says that little Tre has been asking for his Godmother and I promised to visit next week. Blaise Daffid Zabini the Third fills my life with wonder. If I ever have a daughter, I want her to marry him.
By the end of the party Marty was pretty drunk. He made a scene of himself, as he always does, and I took many pictures, as is my wont. I cannot wait to post them on his bedroom walls. The girls brought dates and Lav hinted that she and her man were close to an understanding. I hope that everything works out for her.
As I am writing this there was a very sexy man showering. He just turned off the water and walked past me in nothing but damp skin. I can see his tight buns and slim hips strutting toward my bedroom and so I must go.
July twenty-ninth, afternoon
Oh! My darling Nadia is coming to visit me! I told her about Draco and I patching things up and she said she is hoping on the next plane coming this way. I have not seen her in close to six months and cannot wait to catch up with her. It is hard to believe that we have been friends for going on five years now. In that time she has changed little, except for her ill fated marriage, time has barely marked her. She is bring my namesake with her and I cannot wait to see how big little Jenny has grown.
Nadia always says that the only good thing David gave her was Jenny. I cannot explain how awful that man was to her. All I can say is that, after watching my friend suffer through two years of hell, I was finally able to forgive Draco of the minor hurts he gave me.
I told Draco not to go parading around naked while she and her daughter are here and set up a date with the girls for lunch with us. I talked to Marty to see if he would mind having her come with when Draco and I go over there next week and he said it was fine. With all that taken care of I really have nothing left to do. Wait! She will be here on the marrow and I have not yet clean out the guest room.
June tenth, late late late
I should be sleeping. I got home from the charity ball around midnight and have been too worked up to do anything but pace around the rooms of my house. I even went into the back yard to snuggle with my dog, but he is much wiser then I and was fast asleep. What has gotten me into a dither? Who else?
I have no reason to have been surprised to see him there; he is as big a player in the Ministry of Magic as his father ever was. Normally I avoid the society functions he attends and he stays away from the ones run by my department. I can only assume that it was the work of Hermione. An invitation from the new Head of the Ministry would be something he could not turn down.
I have not yet fully forgiven my family for taking Draco's side in the affair. I know it is long past time for me to have gotten over it all, but I have not and I fear I never will. It does not help that my family is ever trying to push us into each other's paths in hopes that we will revive our romance. Even Ron has aided and abetted his former nemesis. He claims that he would have done the very same thing had he thought his wife was at risk.
So there he was, as beautiful as ever, on the arm of some twig of a woman. I tried to ignore him, but the hunger he sent in my direction was my undoing. As always, we ended up shagging in some unlikely spot before retiring to his house to do it properly. I feel like a trollop. Ever time I see him it is the same desperate sort of affair. We never talk, and we do not stay the night in each other's arms. This is not the role life had in mind for us, but it the only one we seem willing to play.
June fifteenth, afternoon tea
He sent me an owl! It was the first one I have received from him since our fight. At first I thought it was about by department, but it was not. It was short only three words, an address and a time. I am not sure what I will do. I want to go. The years have buffered the link between us, but it is still there. I feel his love, hurt and longing. Keeping my distance has never been harder then it is now.
There is nothing between us that time has not healed, and the pleasure of his company is what I have been yearning for. If he can take the first step then I can follow with the second. I know how the evening will end, in bed, but I do not care. All I want is to see him and touch him and show the world that he is still mine.
Want to dance? Of course I do.
~}~}~@
He saw her walk in the room and felt his heart stop. She was even lovelier than before. The changes time had wrought only strengthened her features. The small lines around her mouth and eyes and the sprinkling of new freckles made her seem more vibrant and alive. She was his. And yet she was not. He could feel her nervousness and let out a slow sigh. To win her would take much but he refused to let this farce continue any longer.
When recalling the event of that day he could only shake his head in disbelief. If he had only stuck to his planned speeches, she would still be in his arms. He admitted that her venom had provoked him, but his own response was no ones fault but his own. She was airy and light and his words had shattered what little hope there had been. Now he was ready to make up for all the lost time.
He did not want the lust filled encounters they had every time they met. He needed much more than that.
Draco watched as she ordered a frothy pink drink and then scanned the hazy room for him. He smirked as her eyes skipped over his hiding spot and laughed out loud when she crinkled her brow in frustration. He downed the last of his drink then sent seductive tendrils to her. He slid from shadow to shadow until he was behind her then bit into her neck before she knew he was there.
She moaned his name and sank into him, her body molding to fit his own. He kissed the marks he made then turned her around to face him. She placed her drink on a table then meekly followed as he led her onto the packed dance floor. His hands ran over her body as she danced for him. Lust surged back and forth between them until he could not tell to whom it belonged to.
She pulled him close and grinded into him while her lips worked his in time to the beat. He growled as her hands found there way down his body. He leaned into her touch, then bet her lower lip and forced his tongue into her willing mouth. He pushed her gently away and looked deep into her eyes. The love he saw there was almost his undoing, but he steadied himself.
"Ginny, if sex is all you have to give, then I do not want it." He stared at her bottom lip and thought of all the wonderfully erotic things he wanted to do to her. "I will not lie and say that your body gives me no pleasure, but I cannot let things go on as they have. You and I are meant for more then this. I want you in my life. If I cannot have that then will not have anything."
"Silly man," she let out a pearl of laughter "you can have anything you want of me."
"I am not playing with you Virginia."
"No, I do not think you would Lord Malfoy." It was teasing and tinged with loved. "I am yours, as I ever was. You could tell me to do anything and I would say yes. We have both suffered long enough my love. If you are asking me to be your girl, then I say yes."
"I want more than that." He sucked in a breath "I want you for my wife."
"No." There was finality in her tone that could not be denied. "I refuse to do that. Any thing else is yours, but my hand in marriage is something I will never give you." She lowered her eyes. "Draco, you mean everything to me, but I fear I am not yet ready to forget what happened. I forgave you long ago, but the scars still ache and my heart will not let me hurt it again. If what I offer is not enough, then I am sorry."
He was bitterly disappointed, and it showed. He felt her rush of emotions and knew that only trust and even more time would be able to heal her. He took her small hand in his own and promised himself that one day she would be his alone. "If that is all you can offer me at this time, then that is all I will ask."
He kissed her and a part of him that he had not realized was missing clicked back into place.
~}~}~@
July eight, early evening
We told my family tonight. There was nothing but approval and smiles to be had from them. Ron was very cheeky and told us it was about time. Prat. Harry went all pious and went on and on about the responsibilities people in love owe each other. Em went all gooey eyed over the head of their son. Draco looked like he wanted to punch him, but then he always does so I cannot say if it was because of the drivel Harry was spouting or not.
Afterwards we went to Marty's birthday party. Thirty-one and still single. He never did figure out who it was he was meant to be with. I feel such pity for him, but try my best not to show it. Draco said Marty has not gotten over me yet, and I believe he will not be able to find love until he does. Anna and Blaise were there. They left their children with the nanny. Anna says that little Tre has been asking for his Godmother and I promised to visit next week. Blaise Daffid Zabini the Third fills my life with wonder. If I ever have a daughter, I want her to marry him.
By the end of the party Marty was pretty drunk. He made a scene of himself, as he always does, and I took many pictures, as is my wont. I cannot wait to post them on his bedroom walls. The girls brought dates and Lav hinted that she and her man were close to an understanding. I hope that everything works out for her.
As I am writing this there was a very sexy man showering. He just turned off the water and walked past me in nothing but damp skin. I can see his tight buns and slim hips strutting toward my bedroom and so I must go.
July twenty-ninth, afternoon
Oh! My darling Nadia is coming to visit me! I told her about Draco and I patching things up and she said she is hoping on the next plane coming this way. I have not seen her in close to six months and cannot wait to catch up with her. It is hard to believe that we have been friends for going on five years now. In that time she has changed little, except for her ill fated marriage, time has barely marked her. She is bring my namesake with her and I cannot wait to see how big little Jenny has grown.
Nadia always says that the only good thing David gave her was Jenny. I cannot explain how awful that man was to her. All I can say is that, after watching my friend suffer through two years of hell, I was finally able to forgive Draco of the minor hurts he gave me.
I told Draco not to go parading around naked while she and her daughter are here and set up a date with the girls for lunch with us. I talked to Marty to see if he would mind having her come with when Draco and I go over there next week and he said it was fine. With all that taken care of I really have nothing left to do. Wait! She will be here on the marrow and I have not yet clean out the guest room.