Dragon's Den
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Disclaimer: I only own my mind. Jo owns everything that has to with Harry Potter. I also don't own Grecian gods! I don't own Shakespeare either.
Warning: Sexual themes.
Chapter Three: Within Nightmares & Dreams
Ginny wandered the lands, occasionally bumping into one of the workers. She noticed at lunch that Draco was wearing one of her hair bands; she realized this because it was the color of her hair. She charmed all her black bands to become the same color of her hair so that no one could see them. She didn't want to say anything in front of Harry or Ron. They would of gone insane, hyena insane. She could see Ron jumping on top of Draco and trying to bite his arm off.
That's the only reason why she was outside walking around, is that Ron started an argument that he didn't want Ginny to stay here under the same roof as that "worthless, self conceited, has his head stuck up his ass, bastard." Ginny stormed out of the house since they're argument and was wondering around for at least two hours.
She came too a rather large lake, Four dragons where laying around in it heads on top of each other resting. She saw a blonde man swimming around them checking things out. She then looked over at the tree, they're hung Draco's clothes. His black tee shirt, his jeans, and his boots were hanging on the tree. 'He's swimming around in the nude? OH MY GOD! He's swimming around with dragon's in the nude!" her mind screamed.
"Miss Weasley?" a voice called and put her hand over her eyes not to se anything. "Do you mind handing me my clothes, and that towel?" he asked as Ginny stumbled getting his clothes she handed him his clothes and he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Thank you Miss Weasley," he said, she could hear the smile in his voice. "Your-your welcome," Ginny stumbled.
She turned around so he could get dressed, "I'm decent Miss Weasley, you don't have to close your eyes any more," he teased she opened her eyes and was relieved to see that he was wearing his jeans. Draco smiled lying down in the sand, "Miss Weasley, what brings you out here?" he asked politely putting his wet hair up. Ginny sighed; she didn't want to go into detail about the argument with Ron.
He looked so handsome; Apollo himself would envy Draco Malfoy. Ginny envied him a little; he looked like he was made out of wax. She thought of her self, 'I'm made of mud.' She lied down next to him, "Well, I had an argument with Ron. He wants me to go home."
Draco nodded and touched her cheek, "Because of me, Miss Weasley?" He sat up and she put her head on his shoulder wrapping her arms around his waist, "I don't agree with him Draco, he's stuck in the past," Ginny said and kissed Draco's neck. "I'm not worthy of you Miss Weasley, you could do so much better than me. I'm not the best person to become friends with, or even to look past friendship with," he wryly stated getting up and pulling on his shirt. He called the dragons and rounded them up, leaving Ginny sitting in the sand clearly upset.
Ginny ran her fingers through her vivid hair, her brown eyes followed Draco. It upset her that he thought of himself lowly, 'Azkaban…he was in Azkaban. I saw the death eater mark on his arm. That must have changed his self confidence.' He was a gentleman, even when she hugged him or leaned into to kiss him. A gentleman would never act upon a lady unless his intentions were true.
Ginny fell back into the sand, the sun tickled her skin. Draco Malfoy had changed for the better; she could see it in his gray eyes. Those gray eyes that captivated her, that sold her intentions of love. He wouldn't take advantage of her, he wouldn't do anything to her, and he wouldn't even look at her in a sexual way if given the chance. He didn't even call her by Ginny, she only heard 'Miss Weasley' from his lips. "O, I have bought the mansion of love but not possessed it; and though I am sold. Not yet enjoyed," Ginny quoted whispering from her favorite play, Romeo and Juliet. She turned over on her side and played in the sand letting the grains fall through her fingers.
In some way, Draco had ruined his chances with Ginny. He almost hit himself after he said that and walked away he mumbled to himself, "I'm the most idiotic man on this earth." Blaise put his arm around he friend and grinning his Cheshire cat grin he teased, "I agree man, saw everything- heard everything. What the hell is your problem? Ginevra Weasley is a looker."
"Miss Weasley could do better, I don't want to ruin her future," Draco mumbled taking off his sweaty shirt. Blaise shook his head and exclaimed, "That's exactly your problem! You think of yourself so lowly, damnit Dray! Where did that sex god go that was in Hogwarts? Where did the guy go where he would take any girl up to his room?"
Draco whirled around and shouted angrily, "He was sent to Azkaban! And that's where he stays!" Blaise put his hands up and walked behind Draco, he didn't want his best friend to slug him. Draco's punches did not heal so easily. "Dude I didn't mean to get you angry," Blaise apologized in his own way.
"Its fine, I didn't get to much sleep," Draco said tightening the collar on the dragon. The black scales looked like marble, the collar of the house he lived in. "Go check on Norbert," Draco ordered and Blaise slipped away between the hoard of dragons.
'I can't believe he brought that up, it's sickens me. I can't believe I was that shallow, that narcissist. I do I regret those days, I broke some many young women,' Draco thought sitting down next Guinevere. "I push away the people the people I would love the most," Draco said resting his head against the dragon. She nudged Draco, and Draco rubbed under her eyes. Guinevere laid her head next to Draco's body and her breath made his hair move gently.
'They even called me Zeus, the woman called me Apollo. How disgusting, my reputation was built upon how good I was in bed.' Draco recalled and shook his head rubbing his eyes, he tried forgetting it. Draco heard the dinner bell and decided to skip dinner and watch the sun go down. He couldn't make it, he fell asleep comfortably lying next to Guinevere. The heat made him sleepy, and Draco new it was wrong for him to fall asleep in the scorching sun and under Guinevere's hot breath.
"Where's Draco?" Mrs. Brabant asked when she saw everyone sitting down, "Blaise go find Draco, I'm afraid he passed out like last time. The heat is going to get to him; it doesn't help when Guinevere breathes on him like that," she said with panic in her voice. "I don't want to bring him to hospital like last time," she said in a motherly voice.
Charlie left the table after Blaise, the whole place was quiet. "Can't you die?" Hermione asked quietly. Mrs. Brabant nodded, "My poor Lost Boy," she whispered standing out on the back porch. The sun fell and Charlie and Blaise came back with Draco. "He fell asleep again, nothing too serious," Charlie informed and put him on the marble floor of the kitchen.
"I made him real pissed, reminding him of his Hogwarts days. That could add too it, stress? Can stress make you pass out?" Blaise asked getting the familiar box of tablets out. Mrs. Brabant scolded, "Yeah, it can. Why would you do such a thing Blaise? You know he hates being reminded of those damn things."
Blaise shrugged his shoulders, "Joking around I guess. He took it seriously though. I can't believe he won't take his sex god days as a joke." Harry and Ron laughed at this, "Malfoy? Sex god? That's funny." Blaise cocked an eyebrow and just shook his head.
Draco slowly woke up after taking the tablet, "I'm going to bed," he mumbled going up stares. He shut the door taking off all his clothes; he let his body drop into the mattress that was on the floor. His eye lids closed shortly after, and he dreamt only nightmares.
Draco swam up to the middle of the lake under water he dodged faces he'd killed during his death eater years. He went up and took a breath going back under. The demons followed after him, screaming his name. They grabbed onto his ankles and he felt some one pull him up. The kind face of Ginny welcomed him, she leaned into kiss him, and Draco dodged the kiss. She turned her back to him.
Where the two sat on Draco couldn't figure out till he touched it, it was floating bed. Ginny sat quietly, back facing him. The silk sheet was the only thing around her. Draco kissed her neck moving her hair, planting kisses on her. It was overwhelming feeling, Ginny under Draco. "I..." Ginny said started to say, the sky got darker. It started to pour and she melted under him. When the Draco in the dream called out her name, the dementors came and sucked his soul.
Draco jolted awake, "Damn, I hate those nightmares." He had sweat dripping off of him as he stood up getting into the shower. "Night mares from hell," he whispered. He could feel the sweet girl still on his body, still smelled the aroma of her perfume. Turning the water cold, he couldn't shake that feeling off of him. 'Her skin was softer than silk,' Draco thought as he tried washing the feeling off.
It was intoxicating; he could hear her moan, could feel her breasts against his chest. It became frustrating; he punched the mirror as he got out. "DAMNIT!" He shouted angrily. Calming down, he pulled on his boxers and fell back into bed, reading the clock across the room it was one in the morning. It was impossible to get rid of a feeling that he wanted to come true.
The last person he wanted to see after such a sensual dream came in, "Draco, are you okay?" she asked. She was wearing her night gown, the night gown resembled to toga that woman wore during the Grecian times. He wondered why she would wear such a thing to bed; it looked like something a woman of her beauty would wear out in public. Draco was wrapping hospital bandage around his knuckles. "I'm fine Mrs. Weasley," he said dryly. She shut the door behind her.
Ginevra sat next to him, ran her fingers through his drying hair. "No, your not, I heard you yell," she whispered. Draco felt his breath quicken, "It's nothing Miss Weasley, go back to bed." Ginny shook her head and kissed his temple, as he lay back down. "You caused me to worry, and now you say it's nothing," she whispered. Her voice rang in his ears.
"I apologize if I caused you to worry Miss Weasley," Draco whispered putting his hand under her chin, "Please go back to bed." Ginny kissed his hand and she looked into his eyes, he was nervous. Ginny lay down next to him putting her head on his shoulder she whispered in his ear, "I'm not leaving." Her voice oozed with innocence, and Draco froze. It wasn't like he really wanted to leave; her presence stopped the desire he had once before.
She snuggled up to Draco, her legs intertwined with his. Draco softly sighed, he breathed in the sweet smell of citrus in her hair. It was the same scent that she had in the dream. This made Draco's head spin, there a woman lay perfectly comfortable with him. Ginny kissed his cheek and snuggled back into the position she was in, 'don't do this, don't. I don't want you to get hurt. I can't fall in love with you.' His mind reminded him, he had to stay quiet. He had to stay away from the Wizarding World; he couldn't bring Ginevra into things.
Draco ran his hands up and down her back; he stopped when he realized what he was doing. He told himself that she shouldn't be in here with him; Ginny could sense things were racing through his mind. "Calm down," she whispered brushing her lips against his. She couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop, she didn't know this but her simple gestures where burning into his mind. She kissed him more deeply, and kissed back not wanting her to leave unsatisfied.
Running his hands up her legs and her back the simple kiss turned into a make out. The moon gleamed in through the window, it danced on there skin. "You should go," Draco whispered when they paused for air. Ginny's emotions went into confusion. "I don't want to cause you any grief," he said kissing her one last time before she left.
She went into her room and stared out the window, crying silently.
A/N: Well that's chapter three for you! Hoped you liked it! REVIEW PLEASE! –B.V