The lift door opens; Draco helps a heavily pregnant Ginny out. He is wearing a gray Falcon jumper with charcoal pants. She is wearing a gold maternity shirt, camel color maternity pants, and an orange Cannons jumper is on her back with the sleeves tied loosely around her neck. "Luv, that jumper does nothing for you let me shrink it."
"Nice try, Malfoy. I'd be wearing it if you hadn't done this" she points to her large belly," to me. The Cannons are going to cream your precious Falcons today."
"Would you like to bet on that, MRS. Malfoy?" He wraps his arms around her belly from behind and nibbles on her ear. "Position three for me if the Falcons win." He whispers.
Ginny giggles. "A feet massage, a back massage, and ride on that magnificent tongue of yours tonight after the Cannons win." She whispers back kissing him.
"Oy, C'mon. Knock it off. We've already caused enough problems." Blaise commented as he and Pansy approached the couple. He kisses Ginny on the cheek. "It wonderful to see you Ginny. How are you feeling?"
Ginny kisses him back. "Gigantic. I believe I'm having an Abraxan."
Blaise looks at her stomach, "I can hardly tell you're expecting, doll." He has taken hold of her left hand and caresses it with both of his.
"You're a wonderful liar Mr. Zabini."
"Mrs. Malfoy, you wound me." Blaise turns up the charm and flirts. "You are a breathtaking beauty." He pulls on her Cannon jumper. "Well, this jumper is hideous. A gray one would look much nicer."
"I like my orange one thank you." She elbows Draco. "But you would think a gentleman would offer to buy me a jumper that fits."
"I'll not shop for a Cannon jumper. You have galleons and Gringotts notes feel free to get your own." Draco teases.
Pansy links her elbow in Ginny's and starts walking away. "He told you to go shopping Ginny. There's a lovely shop down the hall. They have stuffed quaffles for babies, and jumpers in infant sizes for all the teams."
"My son will be needing a stuffed snitch and he'll never wear an orange jumper!"
Pansy pivots and turns her nose up. "Do your own shopping Malfoy! And the baby is going to be a chaser like her mother. Not a glory hound seeker like someone else. We'll see you at Greg's box, I know where it's at."
Pansy and Ginny come around the corner laughing. Pansy is carrying a bag. Ginny looks up to see Vincent Crabbe saying good-bye to a dark haired woman around their age. He goes into a box, and the woman walks towards them. Ginny grows angry and grabs for her wand. She knows this woman, she's the Hufflepuff , Beth. Draco had an affair with her, when Ginny and Draco were dating her sixth year.
Beth sees Ginny and looks at her with disgust. "My god, Weasley your bigger than the giant squid. No wonder Draco wanted to see me."
"You lying WHORE!" Ginny screamed.
Beth laughs, "I believe the word you're looking for Weasley is Mistress!" Ginny starts to cry.
Pansy grabs Beth. "It's Mrs. Malfoy to you cunt. And stop lying, Draco wouldn't touch you now and hasn't in years."
A crowd has started to collect and to watch the women.
"Get off me, Parkinson you bitch." Beth pulls away. "Where did I just come from? Greg, Blaise, Vincent, and Draco are in that room."
"Oh, yes" Pansy spat in disbelief. "I'm sure my husband watched as you serviced Draco."
"Your husband's only good at watching, Pansy." Beth cackled at Ginny. "Unlike another woman's husband."
Ginny lifts her wand and hits Beth with three quick hexes. Beth's hair falls out, she grows a beard that is three feet long, and her firm double "D" breasts are now sagging to her waist.
"You mudblood loving, cock sucking, money grabbing bint." Beth screams raising her wand.
"Drop it now, or die" The voice was dangerously low and growling. Ginny stopped crying and became quite scared. Her husband looked and sounded like Lucius in his death eater days. There was no doubt in her mind he would have used 'Avada Kedavra' on the witch if she didn't drop the wand.
Blaise, Greg, and Vincent also had their wands on Beth. Pansy had walked in front of Ginny when Beth was distracted by Draco's words.
Her wand drops. "I never thought I'd see the day five Slytherins would protect a poor filthy Gryffindor."
Ginny runs to Greg's suite crying. Draco goes to follow but Pansy stops him and sends Blaise. Beth collects her wand and walks away yelling something about her lawyers calling Draco's office Monday morning with a damages suit.
"What happened Pansy?" Draco asked.
Pansy looks at Crabbe. "Crabbe was talking to Beth, your seventh year slut, in front of the box. She told Ginny you asked to see her and implied you've been sleeping with her."
"Bloody hell." He heads for the box.
"What the fuck were you thinking Vinnie?" Blaise yelled as he comes out of the box.
"I was thinking about a fuck. She did me in the cupboard. I didn't know Ginny would see her."
Pansy's told the entire story to the group. She took great delight in informing her husband about Beth's thought of his sexual abilities. Blaise said something about Beth being a practice pitch, a release port and only focusing on his pleasure when he was with her. The group is laughing when they open the door to the box. The room is large with a high back loveseat and soft armchairs overlooking the quidditch pitch. There is a bar on the right side, and a private lavatory. As they close the door, Ginny's head comes over the armrest of the loveseat. Her long hair flows freely, a look of total ecstasy on her face, she moans lustfully. Pansy grasps. The guys chuckle. All head back for the door. Ginny catches Pansy eyes. "Sorry, Gin. We come back later."
"Why?" Ginny laughs after seeing their looks. "He's only massaging my feet for Merlin's sake." She gets another blissful look on her face and sighs. "Oh god, yes!"
"Damn! Malfoy will you massage my feet?" Blaise interjects.