Chapter 3 - Toy Factory, Snogging & Auriella
Ron landed on the floor, his face rather smoky and his lungs collapsing. He smelt of smoke combined with body odor. It smelled absolutely horrible. He shot his eyes open and found a very disoriented looking Hermione, her hands on her hips. "I thought you weren't coming," she said sternly.
Ron shook his head violently, hoping to get his hair out of his face. "Bloody hell, Mione. What are we doing here?! We are in Malfoy Manor!" he growled, getting up and patting his buttocks.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
He nodded.
She looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Does this look like Malfoy Manor to you?" she asked curiously, moving aside and revealing a large factory room.
Ron's eyes widened as he stared. Elves, house elves, were lined up beside what looked like a moving floor. Toys of all kind were moving along it, the elves painting a few things here and there. A large balloon was floating up top all these things, splits of lipstick, girl necessities and hair items falling from it and into a big basket, labeled, "Young Female Adults." The house elves have not noticed them there, for they were hidden in a translucent type bubble, a purple sheen engulfing it. Ronald swallowed and looked at Hermione for an answer. "What the … what is this …?"
Hermione inhaled. "I told you already, Ronald. Someone took Ginny … He brought her here and I think I've got an explanation to who and why …"
Ron grew impatient. This was his baby sister she was talking about and yet she was pausing to take a breath! How dare she?! "Well .. On with it!"
"Malfoy … meaning Malfoy Sr. was the one who took Ginny," she said softly.
Ron clenched his fists. "That bastard … I'm going to bloody kill him!" he threatened.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Merlin, Ronald … let me finish!"
"Fine."
Hermione sighed. "I'm only going to say this once," she warned. "Lucius Malfoy is Santa Clause …" she finished lamely.
Ron stared at her, and after only a few seconds, began laughing manically. He held his stomach with his right hand and doubled over, his mouth emitting the most cynical sound that Hermione has ever heard. "Funny .." she heard him whimper through his laughs.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Are you accusing me of lying, Weasley?" she asked harshly, using his surname as effect.
Ron's laughed died down as he gazed at her. "No … it's just … come on, Mione. It's Lucius Malfoy we're talking about here! Mr. I'm-such-a-great-Death-Eater-with-shiny-blonde-hair-that-never-moves-in-the-wind!"
Hermione let out a frustrated groan. "Damn you, Ron!" she cursed. "Malfoy is bloody Santa!"
"Yeah … right … just scramble up that Santa word and you'll get Satan. No wonder it's too hot in here," he retorted, loosening the collar of his shirt.
Hermione growled. "I hate you!" she spat.
Ron shrugged. "Hey … you love me … you hate me … what are you going to do?"
Hermione's temper flared. "Ginny's been kidnapped, you dolt! Pay attention! Jesus Bloody Christ, I thought you'd know what to do! I thought you would care enough about your sister to believe me! Apparently not! She's under the hands of a supposed Death Eater and we're just sitting here as if she isn't! She could be tortured right now! Use your head, Ronald!" she screeched.
Ron gulped and looked around. "You just yelled very loudly … but yet … the house elves aren't looking … why not?"
"Are you not listening to me?!" she screeched.
Ron jerked back in fear. "I was just asking a question," he said innocently.
"They can't here us! There is some sort of spell around here! Happy now?!" she shrieked furiously. "Get your bloody arse over here so we can find your bloody sister!"
Ron has never heard Hermione curse so much, so in order to stay alive and breathing, he walked over to her sullenly and waited her directions.
"We are in some sort of extra home or room or something … so we need … we need to get out of this bloody bubble … then … I was hoping we would just find the dungeons … or …" Hermione swallowed. "Someone's bedroom."
Ron's eyes grew cold. "If he's Santa … then he wouldn't dare touch Ginny … plus … isn't he happily married to his wife? That's what Harry and I heard from the Daily Prophet … seems that Lucius Malfoy saved her from some sort of unforgivable …"
Hermione fidgeted, not really knowing what to think anymore. She didn't mean Lucius Malfoy, she meant his muggle-hating son, Draco. "We'll just have to see …" She grabbed Ron by the arm and dragged him out through a tunnel. "Come on now."
Ron stood close, whimpering. "I'm scared."
Hermione rolled her eyes, turned around, and smacked him on the side of his head. "Stop being stupid, Ronald," she said sternly. "This is Santa we're dealing with … even if it is Lucius Malfoy …"
Ginny stared expressionlessly at Draco, her heart stopping as she looked at him. He was only dressed in a small white towel, wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair was wet and messy, much like Harry's, except blonde. His toned chest and stomach were glistening under the dim light, water trickling down to his belly button. Ginny couldn't help but gulp.
"So … you're the little girl who happened to come upon my father during his rounds …" he said amusedly. "Amazing how older wizards couldn't even find out who he was … and here you are … knowing his identity …"
Ginny watched silently as he strode over to a dresser, pulled out a drawer and grasped hold on dark green boxers. She looked away. This must be his room, she thought.
"If I take those charms off you … do you promise to keep quiet and not run away?" he asked silkily.
Ginny looked at him and nodded hastily. Her body was aching from the position she was in at the moment. She didn't know how long she's been there, but it's been quite a while.
He smirked knowingly and mumbled a spell under his breath. He had no wand in his hand, just his boxers.
Ginny felt her body go limp as she sighed and sprawled herself onto the couch. "How did you do that?" she inquired, now looking at him from her sleeping pose.
"It's been a trait in the family for as long as I remember," he said shortly.
Ginny pulled her knees up to her chest. "Can I go home?" she whispered.
Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Well, no."
"Why not?"
"You know our secret … and for that … you'll pay …"
"But … no!"
Draco chuckled. "Great come back, Weasley."
Ginny looked down and began sobbing. "Oh, Merlin …" she whispered. "I'm going to die!"
Draco snorted. "You're not getting away that easily," he replied.
Ginny stared at him, tears brimming her eyes. "What?" she asked perplexed.
Draco walked over to her, still only his white towel. He threw his boxers to the empty space next to her. He knelt down in front of her and cupped her face. "You know what, Weasley?" he breathed.
Ginny's breath caught in her throat. "What?" she asked croakily.
He licked her top lip and trailed a line of saliva to her ear. "You're beautiful when your confused," he said huskily.
Ginny's breathing quickened. His hand drifted to her legs, pushing them apart slowly. "You know what else, Weasley?" he asked deeply.
Ginny laid her head back and let him spread her legs open. She knew he was just trying to get to her, but boy did she want him to. His skin felt perfectly great on hers, especially when he let it linger there for a while.
Ginny watched as he slid off her pajama pants slowly, licking his lips while he stared at her. She bucked her hips and let him take them completely off. She didn't want to go back, neither did she want him to stop. He threw the pair of pants across the room and grinned. He let his index finger glide up from her ankle to her calve, to her knee, then to her mid-thigh. Before he could go any further, a loud knock boomed throughout the room.
Ginny jumped surprisingly, toppling over Draco. They both fell to the ground, Ginny straddling his lap and Draco holding on to her hips. He looked up and smiled. "Do you want me that bad, Weasley?" he asked cockily.
Ginny scowled. "Get the bloody door!"
He hooked his fingers onto the hem of her knickers and tugged them toward him, causing her face to fall forward. His lips were now centimeters from hers. "If you get off me I will," he said in a quiet voice.
Ginny gritted her teeth and opened her mouth to say something, but Draco's lips already crashed atop hers, bruising them slightly. He groaned loudly and pulled her closer, his towel now loosening off his body.
Ginny gasped as she felt a poking stick, picking at her lower stomach. His hand found its way inside her knickers, just above her womanhood.
Getting ready to attack her personal space with his finger, the door busted open, revealing a very red Lucius Malfoy.
Ginny pulled away hastily, her lips swollen and her shirt folded over in half, so now her bellybutton was showing. She didn't what the hell she was doing with Draco, but she really enjoyed it.
Draco, who looked no better, gracefully tied his towel back into place and stood up. He grinned at his father. "Hello, father. Back so soon?" he asked.
Lucius growled. "Draco! I was out for only thirty minutes and already you're snogging our guest?! What is wrong with you!?"
Ginny stood up quickly, red as a tomato, mainly because she was only in her knickers. She couldn't believe that he just called her a guest. A Weasley guest at the Malfoy house? Highly impossible, but possible nonetheless.
Draco shrugged. "Couldn't help myself," was his only reply.
Lucius looked livid. "How dare you?! I know of your feelings for her, but must you shag her right when she gets here?! Are you that thick?! Merlin, Draco, I thought I raised your right! You're mother and I have never done anything so stupid before!" he snapped.
Draco looked at his father, appalled. "You know of my feelings?" he asked. "You … you read my bloody mind?!" he asked angrily.
Ginny quietly sat on the couch, listening intently on the conversation. When can Lucius Malfoy read minds? Was it one of his powers?
Lucius snapped his fingers. "Lathy!" he yelled.
A small house elf appeared, wearing yet another elf suit. "Please get a few house robes for Miss Weasley. I also want dinner for two up here. Thank you."
Lathy nodded and disappeared.
"Miss Weasley?"
Ginny looked up, biting her lip. "Yes …?"
"You will have dinner with my son and after you and I will discuss a few matters." he asked in a strict tone. "If he tries anything, you holler for Lathy … and when I say anything … I mean anything …" He shot a harsh look at his son. "I will not have any acts done in my house. Understood?"
Ginny nodded numbly.
Lucius turned to Draco. "I suggest you first tell the girl of how you feel, before actually attacking her. She is quite open minded."
Ginny's eyes bugged out. He's reading my mind?!
"Yes, Miss Weasley, I am," he replied.
Draco glared at his father. "I don't know why they made you Saint Nick," he stated.
Lucius turned around and walked out the door. Before closing it fully, he said loudly, "You'll be next, my son."
The door now slamming shut, Ginny let out a huge breath and curled up into the sofa. Her red hair was wildly plastered around her face and neck, making her look like a fairy.
Draco looked at her. "You don't mind if I change right here, do you?" he asked arrogantly.
Ginny shook her head, but didn't look at him.
She felt her head being tilted by his hand. Wow, how did he get here so fast? He brushed his lips against hers. "It's pretty obvious I have feelings for you …"
Ginny nodded.
He sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap. He cupped her bottom and pulled her closer to him. "Aren't you going to change?" asked Ginny curiously.
He let her lean her head on his bare chest. "No … I actually kind of like it right here," he answered softly.
Ginny nuzzled her face in Draco's neck. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.
He held her tighter. "Do you not want me to?"
She kissed just behind his ear. "I do." She didn't know why all of a sudden she was feeling for Draco, but she can't help herself. Maybe it was because he wasn't cold, icy, or horrible to her for a few minutes. Maybe it was because kindness did run in his family, but he was just hiding it to keep appearances. Maybe it was because he sounded so honest and sincere when he told her he fancied her.
Pulling a blanket over them, although Ginny didn't know where it came from, he sighed contentedly. "Lathy will be here any minute with dinner," he said.
Ginny lifted up her head and gave him a wicked grin. "There's a few things I think we should do to pass time," she said suggestively.
"Mmm …" he purred.
Ginny fluttered her eyes shut and kissed him gently on the lips, her lips closed. He prodded them open with his tongue, caressing each and every section of her mouth. He felt himself go hot as Ginny massaged his chest tenderly, with her small fragile hands. He kissed her more brutally, not being able to contain himself. Ginny moaned in reply, her hands entangling his hair.
Draco heard the door open and instantly thought it was Lathy. He pulled back, his eyes still closed. "Leave the dinner on the table, Lathy. We're busy."
Ginny giggled, her eyes also still closed.
They heard a gasp and a choke. "Get off my sister, Malfoy!"
Draco's eyes shot open. He moved his head to the left and felt his body go numb. "Granger? Weasley? Auri?"
Ginny spun her head around and wheezed. "Ron …"
Ron followed Hermione into a small hallway, their hands still locked together. They had gotten out of the toy factory just a few minutes ago, Ron whining the whole way. He kept protesting about Malfoy being Santa, but Hermione just shushed him and continued their travel. He stood behind her, shooting glances every which way.
Before he knew it, Hermione stopped abruptly. "Hermione?" he whispered. "What is it?"
"Sshh!" snapped Hermione. "There's a girl just standing there at the end of the hall."
Ron, who was quite confused, looked up and felt his lungs cripple slowly. He was staring into the eyes of a beautiful slim teenage girl, her legs long and lean. Her light silver eyes, tinted with blue, were shimmering in the dark. Her long silver hair flowing over her back, she smiled at him, her finger curling for him to come to her.
"Who is she, Ron?" asked Hermione. "And why is she asking you to go over there?"
Ronald squeezes Hermione's hand and replied softly, "It's Auriella. She's finally come to me."
Author's Note: I'm sorry I couldn't put in the part with Ginny and Narcissa baking cookies, but I promised I will soon ..
And if you are all confused ... the last part with Mione and Ron .. that was way before they met up with Auriella ... just to clarify .. anyways .. I know you think the D/G is a bit too fast, but I think its simply adorable ... I mean .. she just found out that Draco has feelings for her and now she's just reacting .. :)
I really hope you liked it ..
Next Chapter:
- Ginny, Hermione, Auri and Narcissa Bake Cookies
- Ron and Draco bond through a reindeer
- Fluff between Lucius & Narcissa
as always - fawning over cheese,
chalk & gatorade