Chapter 24
Ginny woke with a sigh of contentedness as she felt lips softly kissing her neck. She ran her fingers through Draco's hair and chuckled softly.
"Ah... the red headed angel awakes..." He murmured playfully, nipping at her neck.
She giggled. "And it is the blond fallen angel that wakes her..." She responded with a smirk.
He chuckled ruefully. "Well... I never really thought of myself as a devil... but I do appear to have a horn at the moment..." He smirked down at her wickedly as he slipped his hand into her knickers. "Care to help me get rid of it, sweet angel?"
She grinned and kissed him passionately. She shifted around eagerly, letting him slip her knickers off. After their discussion they had gotten into bed and just held eachother... and snogged eachother senseless of course, then fell asleep in eachothers arms. It had been wonderful... but she had to admit she'd been dying to feel him inside her again.
She looked at him, surprised as he pulled away, drawing back the covers. He smirked at her as he got up, his 'horn' quite apparent through his boxers. He held his hand out and she let him guide her out of the bed and onto her feet.
She just followed, puzzled as he led her towards a door near the back of the room. As they entered, she saw it was a large bathroom. Against the far wall was a bathtub nearly as large as the one she heard they had in the prefect's bathroom...
"I usually just use the shower, myself..."
She looked around, slightly stunned. The tub was full, covered in a delicate layer of foam, filling the air with lightly scented, warm steam. All around the tub there were lit candles... and there were even a couple of roses scattered about. She stared, wondering how long it had taken him to arrange this...
She looked up at him as he started unbuttoning her shirt. He smiled at her, and it was a genuine smile for a change. He brushed the shirt off her shoulders, pulling her close. "I figured you would prefer a bath... thought it might make for a pleasant distraction... a little stress relief..." he said with a hint of mischief.
She smirked, looking over at the candles. "You planned all this? Wherever did you come up with the idea?"
He gave her a wicked smirk. "Don't ask."
She laughed, "Ok..." She said, slipping his boxers down. He stepped out of them, then took her hand, leading her down into the tub. There were actually steps build into one end, the water in the main part of the tub was a bit higher than her waist. The temperature was just perfect, the foam swirling around them as they made their way into the water.
Ginny sighed delightedly, letting go of his hand and slipping under the surface. When she came back up he watched her with undisguised lust, his eyes following the suds as they traced their way down her wet skin. She slid through the water over to him, grinning up at him mischievously. "You're looking a bit too dry sir..." She said with a smirk. He let her dunk him under the water. When he reemerged she kissed him before the water had even finished running off, pressing herself up against him as she brushed the soaking strands of hair away from his face.
He slipped his arms around her, moving them over towards the side. He broke the kiss once they were close enough, reaching over and snagging up a dark green washcloth. She chuckled as he wet it and rubbed it on a bar of soap, loading it up with suds. She closed her eyes and sighed as he started running the washcloth across her skin. He held her close while he was washing her back with lazy, swirling strokes, then drifted away teasingly, continuing his task. She smirked as he very diligently cleaned her breasts.
Her eyes opened in surprise and she looked down as she felt his tongue on her nipple. She watched as he licked away the fine covering of foam the washcloth had left, then gently suckled on her breast. She giggled. "Doesn't that soap taste bad?"
He smirked up at her, then drew his tongue across a a broad patch of suds before shifting up and kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth before she could think to object. She giggled against him as the taste of fresh strawberries filled her mouth. As he broke the kiss she smirked, "I should have known..." she said mirthfully.
He just smirked, slipping back down and carefully 'cleaning' her other breast. When he was done, he let go of the washcloth, licking his way up to her neck as his arms slipped back around her, pulling her close.
He pressed her against the side of the tub, capturing her lips and kissing her passionately. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing close. He broke the kiss, looking her deep in the eyes as he pressed himself into her.
She moaned, the pleasure of having him in her amplified by the way he was watching her with such intensity. He kept watching her avidly as he started thrusting into her. She closed her eyes, feeling a bit overwhelmed, leaning her head back against the smooth side as the warm water washed up against her in waves caused by his movements.
She listened to the sound of the water and his breathing as it quickened... the little moans and sounds of pleasure he was making... In no time at all she felt the by now familiar sensation building inside her. She cried out as it broke over her, sending a rush of pleasure through her entire body. She felt dizzy as she started coming back down a bit, though he was still thrusting into her, continuing to send waves of pleasure through her.
She opened her eyes. He was still watching her, his eyes slightly hooded with lust and passion. She found herself staring back, enthralled by his gaze. As she watched, her eyes widened. She stared, unsure she had really seen what she thought she had. As she watched, it happened again. Wispy tendrils of brown flowed through the pale gray of his eyes. If he was aware of it, he gave no outward acknowledgment of it, intent only on her.
She watched in fascination as it continued, no more than tenuous threads of color, but definitely there. His eyes started to lose focus as he sped up a bit more. He drove himself into her and shuddered. She caught a brief glimpse of the brown swirling in his eyes before he shut them as a groan of release escaped him. When the tension in him eased a bit, he pressed closer, sagging against her a bit as he nuzzled up to her, trailing kisses across her neck.
After a minute, he sighed. "We should probably finish up and get dressed... they'll be coming to get us for breakfast soon..." He said regretfully.
As he pulled back a bit, she looked curiously at his eyes, but the tendrils of color were completely gone. She quickly nodded in agreement as he eyed her searchingly, wondering if there was something wrong. "Ok..." She said quickly.
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Ron blinked his eyes open wearily as he heard a knock on the door. He ruffled his fingers through his hair, his body aching from the previous nights events, trying to gather his wits. The door opened and Pansy came in. Ron glanced groggily at the empty space on the other side of Blaise. He hadn't even known she'd left.
"I've got some visitors with me." She said, smirking.
Ron looked past her and turned beet red. Fred and George were standing in the doorway, giving him identical smirks as they noted Blaise, who was still draped across his bare chest.
"Um..." He said, disconcerted.
Fred put his finger to his lips as he and George went over to the side of the bed. Ron just watched in stunned silence. Fred sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his hand down Blaise's back as if it was the most natural thing in the world, while George crouched beside the bed, brushing the hair out of Blaise's face.
Blaise stirred slightly.
"How's our precious little serpent?" George asked in a soft, loving voice.
Blaise's head jerked up slightly, "George?" He asked groggily. He felt the hand on his back and shifted his head around, "Fred?"
Ron stared from his brothers to Blaise, thunderstruck. He, their BROTHER, couldn't even tell the two apart... and yet Blaise apparently could even while BLIND? Ron's mind boggled, and he couldn't help but wonder just how well these three knew eachother... especially with the way the twins were acting!
They chuckled softly. "Didn't think we'd stay away when we heard our little Slytherin was hurt, did you?" Fred asked with a smirk, still stroking his back.
Blaise's cheeks colored as he felt the tension in Ron. He shifted his head up towards Ron. "Um... Ron... we... I mean... I never..." He said, more embarrassed than Ron had ever seen him.
Fred and George both chuckled.
"We haven't shagged your little boyfriend, Ron." Fred said reassuringly.
"We just... played with him a bit..." George said mischievously.
"He never even looked at boys before we 'took him in hand'..." Fred said, running his hand down Blaise's back with a fond, reminiscent smile.
"So you should thank us..." George chuckled.
"Her, on the other hand..." Fred said, indicating Pansy.
"We've shagged on a number of occasions..." George finished with a smirk.
"Not easy to find girls who'll let us share." Fred said smirkingly.
"Glad to see they're staying in the family." George added with false seriousness.
Pansy was bright red, staring studiously at the ceiling, though a slightly embarrassed smirk was tugging at the edge of her mouth. "Ok..." She admitted blushingly, "Perhaps I have had a Gryffindor or two... but I hardly think they count as Gryffindors... as mischievous as they are, they should definitely have been in Slytherin! Besides, my having shagged your brothers didn't really seem like something you needed to know at the time..."
They both chuckled, but then sobered, looking back at Blaise.
"Let us see your eyes." Fred said softly, peering down at Blaise seriously.
Blaise hesitantly opened his eyes as requested. The twins both let out little hisses of dismay. George reached over, shifting Blaise's head around a bit and examining him closer.
"Definitely the White Wrath." George said grimly.
"If that hadn't been caught in time..." Fred said, appalled.
George looked up at his twin, "We could probably get the ingredients from our connection in India..."
Fred nodded. "Looks like we'll have to... not like Fudge is going to provide them."
"Bloody wanker." George muttered, "Everyone knows he has them in the vaults at the Ministry."
Fred just nodded grimly.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, looking between them in confusion.
"The ingredients for the counter curse potion." George said.
"Some of them are forbidden..." Fred said in explanation.
"Just because they COULD be used for dark magic." George added.
"And Fudge won't approve the use of them..."
"Even though they're medically necessary..."
Fred's face had gone red with anger, "Someone needs to strip that bloody prat down and stake him down in the middle of a dragon preserve!"
"During mating season!" George added with a malicious grin.
That made Fred smirk. He nodded. "Let them have a go at him..." He said, obviously liking the idea.
"Charley could probably arrange it..." George pointed out with a chuckle.
They both chuckled, the others joining in as they all pictured it.
When they had all settled back down, Fred fished in his robes and pulled out a pair of muggle sunglasses. "Anyway, we brought you these..." He said, putting them in Blaise's hand.
Blaise shifted over, sitting up and feeling them. He opened them up and slipped them on, then looked over at Ron, "How do I look?" he asked with a smirk.
Ron smirked. "Utterly shaggable."
George took out a second pair of glasses. "They asked us to bring an extra pair for Malfoy..."
"Did he get cursed too?" Fred asked curiously.
"Long story." Blaise said with a smirk. "But no, he's fine."
"And how's our baby brother?" George asked with a smirk.
Ron blushed slightly, "I'll be fine... just tired... and aching all over..." He said, flexing and wincing as his body protested.
They looked at him with concern. "Didn't they give you anything?"
"There's no counter for the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse." Pansy said softly.
They both looked at Ron with concern. "It hit you with that?" Fred asked, aghast.
Ron nodded, not meeting their eyes. "I think I know now why it drives some people mad..." He said, shivering as he remembered it... the way it had made him pray for death... if he had been under it much longer he was sure his mind would have snapped. He wondered if it was that strong when a normal human cast it...
George put his hand on Ron's arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Well... we should probably let you boys get ready..."
"You'll be going to breakfast soon..."
"Hear everyone is going as a group..."
"And we should leave before the Ministry Officials spot us..."
"We aren't exactly supposed to be here..."
Ron smiled and nodded. "Thanks for coming..." He said sincerely. It had been ages since he'd seen them... and to have THEM be ok with him and Blaise... it was more than he'd dared hope for... He had been sure all of his brothers would disapprove, or take the mickey out of him at the very least.
"We'll come back once we've looked into those ingredients." Fred said reassuringly.
"And of course if you two are still laid up then..." George said leadingly, glancing at Pansy.
"We could always keep Pansy entertained for you..." Fred finished with a wicked smirk.
Ron chuckled and rolled his eyes while Pansy smirked and blushed.
They got up, leaning over, each of them kissing one of Blaise's cheeks before they made their way towards the door, leaving Blaise blushing bright red.
"Oh yeah..." George said, pausing.
"Thanks for the picture..." Fred said with a broad grin.
"It really brightens the place up!" George added with a chuckle.
Blaise grinned. "No problem."
When they had left, Ron looked over at Blaise curiously, "What picture?"
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Ginny started in surprise as two sets of arms wrapped around her the minute she stepped out of Draco's bedroom. She grinned, recovering from her surprise quickly and hugged the twins back. When they released her they both beamed at her.
"Just thought we'd check on you while we were here..." Fred said, beaming at her.
"And tell you how very photogenic you are..." George said with a smirk.
She blushed bright red.
"How's our baby sister doing?"
"We were so worried..."
She grinned, "I'm fine."
They nodded, then looked past her. Draco was standing in the doorway, unsure if it was safe to approach. They both surveyed him for a moment, then went over to him. George took out the second pair of glasses and handed them to him. "Heard you could use these."
Draco gave a nod and accepted them. "Thanks."
"No problem..." Fred said with a nod.
As one, they shifted around to either side of him, each looping an arm across his shoulders.
"We know about you and Gin."
"And we just wanted you to know..."
"You hurt her..."
"And we'll castrate you..."
"Dice up your Hampton..."
"And feed it to you."
"But other than that..."
"Welcome to the family." Fred finished with a smirk.
Draco blinked, stunned. "That's it?" He was relieved, having expected quite a bit worse, but was still wary.
"Well..." George began with a smirk.
"You should really thank Blaise for that."
"If he hadn't always spoken so highly of you..."
"We probably would have given you a right pasting."
"That's our only baby sister..."
"Don't forget that."
Draco smirked. "I won't."
They released him, clapping him on the back. "Good lad." They said in perfect unison, smirking at him.
Ginny and Draco just watched as the twins sauntered out, then smirked at eachother.
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A/N - So now you know where Blaise got his 'thing for redheads'! ;)
A/N 2 - You would not BELIEVE what it took to get this chapter to post! ARGGGHHHH!!! It had BETTER format properly...