Trespass Sweetly Urg'd
Chapter Two
Present day
Ginny let herself into her apartment slowly, closing the door and leaning her head against it for a long moment.
"Mum?"
She smiled sadly at her son's voice and turned around.
"You're crying… and your lip's hurt."
She knelt down and pulled him against her, cradling his small body in her arms and breathing in his scent. He smelled of soap, crayons and lemon shampoo. Her tears splattered onto his pyjama shoulder and he hugged her back, wrapping his little arms around her as tight as he could.
"You should be in bed." She whispered.
"You weren't here to say goodnight."
She held him tighter; "I'm sorry."
"You're crying again, mum."
She smiled through her tears and pulled back to look at him.
"Let's get you into bed."
He bent down to retrieve the stuffed dinosaur he kept with him wherever he went, tucking it under one arm and taking hold of his mother's hand with the other.
"I want to sleep in your bed tonight."
She tried to dissuade him for a moment; she had planned on spending the night crying this situation out of her system.
"I'm staying in your bed tonight." He insisted.
She sighed and smiled at him; "Alright then come on."
She led him into her room, flicking on the lamp on the right side of her king side bed and pulling back the covers for him to climb in. He settled himself down, making sure his dinosaur was comfortable, before turning to her as she tucked the covers around him.
"I love you, mum."
She felt tears in her eyes again and she leant down to kiss his forehead.
"I love you too."
He wiped her tears away with one hand.
"Don't cry anymore. You're very pretty when you don't cry, you know."
She laughed and swooped down on him, kissing him all over his face before dimming the lamp and pulling the door closed behind her.
She made her way into the bathroom and turned the taps on, tipping fragranced oils in as the water filled the tub. Kicking off her sandals she stripped off her flimsy summer dress and her underwear before slipping into the water. She sank down under the water for a moment, staring at the swirls of bubbles on the surface above her eyes.
2005
"Miss Weasley… customer!"
Hearing her assistant bellowing from the main shop floor Ginny got to her feet from behind her desk and headed down the sweeping stairs from her balcony office that extended halfway over the shop floor.
"Hi, how can I help… you…"
She thought she was going to collapse when she saw Malfoy stood before her. Pulling herself together she smiled at him.
"Getting married again are we?"
He shook his head and grinned; "No I'm here for my friend's wedding suit. He had to have it refitted because the idiot lost weight."
Ginny laughed and led him towards the back of the store where a pair of opaque glass sliding doors separated the individually designed clothes from those available to buy in the store. Pushing aside one of the doors she led him in.
"What name?"
"Harris." He said, glancing around at the outfits stored in groups and each in plastic coverings for their protection.
"Yes it's right here."
She pulled an elegant suit made of expensive dark grey material with a dark midnight blue lining that matched the colour of the bridesmaid dresses. As she was about to hand it over she pulled it back out of his reach and scanned the seam on one side of it.
"Goddammit! I've told her a hundred times not to be rough with it… this kind of material breaks so damn easily which is why it had to be refitted."
Malfoy watched her as she ranted to herself about her assistant. It had been a month since their encounter in his hotel room and she looked exactly as she had when he was working late and his mind drifted towards her.
Her hair was held back in a clip and she had on a pair of neatly tailored pin-stripe black trousers that flared out at the bottom and a silver-grey and white striped blouse, nipped in at the waist, which matched the pin-stripe on her trousers.
"I'm sorry, I'll have to re-stitch the side. Will Leo be able to pick it up tonight instead?"
Leo should be free by then, Malfoy thought. But that wasn't what came out of his mouth.
"I'll be by to pick it up later then."
She stared at him for a moment before nodding and apologising again.
He left the store quickly, trying to work out what the hell he was doing. Reasoning with himself he sent a quick note by owl to Leo explaining what had happened and when he'd receive his suit. He just wanted to talk to her again. His wife was amazing and he loved her dearly, but they never spoke about things other then their work and their families and friends. There were so many things he was interested in that Ginny had discussed with him Darklis would never think to bring up.
He went about the rest of his day in a haze while Ginny worked carefully and methodically on the suit, re-stitching it and checking over the rest of the suit with minute detail. It was the entire outfit; jacket, trousers, waistcoat, cummerbund, shoes, cravat with a pearl pin… the only thing missing was the boxers she hoped he'd be wearing on the day.
"Goodnight, miss."
Ginny looked up from her work table as her assistant shut off most of the lights around her.
"Night, Elissa."
She had finally finished the suit and was busy putting it carefully into its protective casing. She had scribbled a note for Leo on how delicate the material was and had pinned it to the plastic, which she promptly pricked her finger on.
"Ow!" She muttered, holding her thumb away from the suit quickly and using her wand in her other hand to manoeuvre the suit back onto its rack.
The bell at the front of the store rang and she glanced at the clock, it must be Malfoy coming back for his friend's suit. She hurried out to the front door and let him in, leading him through the darkened store to the back.
"I've just finished it all… you'll have to be very careful with it although I've charmed the stitching to strengthen it."
He nodded, examining the suit but not touching it yet.
"Did you make all of these?" He asked, indicating the clothes throughout the room.
"Yes."
She was busy searching her desk for a plaster for her thumb.
"You're very good."
She paused and turned to stare at him, he was wandering around examining the different wedding outfits and the occasional specially designed dress.
"Thank you."
She found a plaster and moved to sit at the long wooden table in the centre of the room where she pieced together the different materials for each outfit. It was bare at the moment and she squinted at her thumb in the dim light. It was bleeding profusely despite the smallness of the cut.
"What's that?"
She looked up to find Malfoy standing by her.
"I scratched myself on a pin… it's nothing."
He took hold of her hand sending excitement lashing through her, and studied her thumb carefully. They felt a bolt of electricity pass through them both and she hurriedly pulled her hand away, shoving her thumb into her mouth quickly.
"So… how have you been?" She finally asked when she removed her thumb to see the bleeding had stopped.
"Good… I won the case against those foster parents." He added.
"That's great… they went to Azkaban?"
He nodded and she smiled, unnerved by her body's reaction to him. What they had done was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened and she wasn't going to let it happen again.
"What about you?"
She shrugged; "Yeah… yeah I'm good, Alex is back from staying with his father tomorrow."
"I'm married Ginny."
She wrinkled her brow; "Yes I know."
"I'm married but I can't get you out of my head… I don't want to hurt Darklis and I don't want to screw up either of our lives…"
He trailed off and she could see he was struggling to contain himself as much as she was. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, awkwardly getting to her feet as she did so. He kissed her back hungrily, his hands fumbling with her blouse buttons as she undid his belt. He backed her against the table, helping her jump up onto it as he finally succeeded in undoing her blouse. He tossed it to one side as she pushed his jacket down his shoulders.
His mouth fell to her breasts in her white lace bra as she set about undoing the buttons on his expensive shirt, her hands moving over his chest. He ran his tongue over the top of her breast to the edge of the lace and she bit her lip, her fingertip tracing up the trail of hair from his bellybutton down underneath his boxers.
He brought his head up and kissed her neck, his breath hot on her fevered skin as his hands unzipped her trousers.
"We shouldn't do this." She muttered, running her hands through his hair as he pulled her trousers off.
"I know."
He pulled back and looked at her, leaning back a little on the table in her underwear. Her lips were bruised and her cheeks were flushed as he leant down. He kissed her navel and then along her inner thigh, unzipping her knee-high boot and pulling it off. He moved to the other leg and did the same, trailing his tongue up her thigh.
He kissed her again and she pulled his mouth against hers, her feet hooking into the waistband of his trousers and edging them down as he kicked off his shoes. She soon discovered that he wasn't wearing any boxers and she lay back against the table, pulling him on top of her as she did so.
His hands tickled lazily up and down her sides as he pressed against her, straining against the slick material of her knickers.
Present day
Ginny jumped in the water when a door slammed somewhere down the hall from her apartment. She sighed and leant her head back against the edge of the tub. The bubbles had all but disappeared and she could clearly see her hardened nipples in the water.
That was the difference between us, she thought, he could have sex whenever he wanted with his wife. But if it wasn't about sex, then what was it.
She sighed again and sank into the water until it was up to her chin, her body was aching from the excitement of her memories and every time she moved the swell of water that brushed against her over-sensitive skin was torture. She closed her eyes for a moment and slid almost instantly back into her past. She could see them on the table, writhing and moaning, at the time it felt like it had lasted for hours. It probably had, the sex was always fantastic even if they both regretted what they were doing afterwards.
She opened her eyes, running her fingertips lightly from her navel up between her breasts and back again. That was another good thing about their encounters, they were always so intense that it was easy to pleasure herself with the memory of them anytime afterwards. And since it didn't look like her body was going to let her forget her reminiscing… she was going to have to put it to use herself.