A/N — Well, I did promise two weeks, so here's chapter 3. I haven't done all that much on chapter 4, unlike what I'd hoped, so at the moment it's about 1.6k words of the final 5-10k I anticipate it will be, should I finish it. Mostly it's a plot outline that seems to be shaping up as mostly lemons, which I'm not confident in my ability to write. So, cross your fingers for chapter 4 in two weeks, but don't take this as a promise.
In other news, I do have an idea for an alternate ending for Harry fans that could work as a sort-of sequel. Depending on how things go it might even end up being written. Let's just say that Hermione and Harry's discussion near the end of the chapter contains a hint of what the sequel would involve, if written.
Chapter III: The Summons
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It was about a week or so later that Harry Potter found himself wandering through his quiet house wondering what was bothering him. Oh, there were the general problems of course. Work, personal life, and, of course, the latest horrific injustice the world had decided to inflict upon him of forcing his wife — his own bloody wife! he fumed — to become the concubine of his teenage rival. Those ate him constantly, especially the last one.
Those, specifically, were not what was bothering him tonight though. This was more of a matter of circumstances, and it took Harry a good long while to realize that he was feeling off. After a moment of further pondering, he realized that it was his instinct that something wasn't right in the house that was bothering him. It was the same instinct that had saved his life many times during his fight against Voldemort.
He kept searching the house, trying to figure out what was out of place, before it dawned on him what it was. The house was too quiet. Where was Ginny? She had been around that afternoon, but now that he thought about it he hadn't seen her since dinner. He had been so engulfed in his brooding and his work (that he used to distract himself from his brooding) that Ginny had somehow disappeared on him with him being none the wiser. He wracked his brains, trying to remember her schedule. Did she have some sort of Hollyhead Harpies event going on? Surely not a game; he couldn't have been so out of sorts that he would forget she had a game on.
Eventually he found the note lying on the table, but it didn't help him much. Gone out, it read. As if he couldn't tell that! he thought angrily, before deflating. He tried so hard not to take things out on Ginny and had thus far succeeded, but it was hard. Just being around her was a reminder of what Malfoy had stolen from him, to say nothing of that damned choker around her neck. Instead, he was burying his anger and retreating inside himself. He knew he was and that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He had nowhere to turn, after all.
When a few hours passed and Ginny still didn't return, Harry grew worried. Had something happened to her? His wife was a capable witch, but that didn't mean she would never be in danger. He knew that all too well. An hour more passed, and Harry's worry involuntarily turned to suspicion. What could Ginny be doing so late? What could take so long? Harry could think of only a few things, and they all involved a certain rival. When Ginny finally appeared, it was nearing midnight and she seemed quite exhausted. On top of that, her attire was entirely inappropriate for quidditch. Or for leaving the house, for that matter.
"Where have you been?" Harry demanded, and Ginny whirled to see him, a surprised, guilty look on her face. It only seemed to confirm Harry's fears.
"Out," his wife replied, tremulously. And no matter how he prodded, that was the only answer he could get from her on the matter. She had 'gone out.' Gone out and come home dressed in sexy clothing and looking exhausted. Later, as she was changing, he caught sight of the very sexy set of lingerie she was wearing (that he had never seen before). Then he knew. A sick feeling pooled in his stomach, and Harry had to resist the urge to vomit. In his heart of hearts he had been hoping it was all some sick nightmare and that eventually things would go back to normal. They couldn't. It had finally happened. His wife had finally slept with Malfoy. His dear, sweet Ginny had had sex with his greatest rival. He couldn't look at her the same way ever again. Not knowing that Ginny had given Malfoy everything she had ever given him. Not knowing that the girl he loved had been filled with the blond man's cock. Not knowing that, even as she had walked in their door, she had been carrying his rival's semen. Not knowing that Ginny had cheated on him and cuckolded him. Not knowing that there was nothing he could do about it. Not knowing that it would keep happening.
And keep happening it did. After Ginny had had her first unexplained night outing she had begun having them frequently. She would disappear in the evenings (or in the early mornings) wearing alluring clothes Harry knew he had never bought her and return late at night (or mid-morning), disheveled and tired and never with an explanation for any of it. Maybe she was trying to shield him from the horrible truth, but, somehow, Harry thought, not knowing was worse. At least if he knew he could make sense of things. Not knowing left him in a state of confusion. What had his wife done with Malfoy? What things had she shared with him? What depraved sex acts had they performed? His imagination ran wild.
Somehow he thought even Voldemort was better than his present Hell.
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Concubine,
Traditionally white is worn for the consummation of your status, but as you are not a virgin black is more appropriate. Don this new set and ready yourself for tonight. You will be summoned this evening. Do not inform your husband that this evening is different from the others. Merely inform him that you will be back tomorrow morning this time. Let him make whatever assumptions he wishes, but do not answer his questions.
Eagerly expecting you,
Your master,
Lord Draco Malfoy.
With trembling hands, Ginny put down the note and replaced it with the set of black lingerie that had come with it. It was rather shear, covering but not hiding, and made up of a strapless bra and a very thin pair of bottoms cut bikini style. What made the redhead's gut clench, however, was not how little of her it left to the imagination nor even the prospect of wearing it for Malfoy but the fact that she was very familiar with this set of lingerie. Were it not for the fact that it was now black and of a material much more similar to her choker she would have recognized it instantly, but as it was there was no mistaking her bridal underwear. If there was any underwear on the planet she would recognize it would be these. She had taken great care with picking them out for Harry. Now she would be wearing them to her first time with her master.
The note had not said when she was to begin wearing it, but Ginny knew what Malfoy would want. Obediently, she slipped off what she was wearing and put on her bridal lingerie for the second time, marveling how it felt so familiar even after almost three years. It was perfectly sculpted to her body, even more so than all of the other underwear her master had bought for her, and it made her feel almost like a virgin again. She was certainly as nervous as one. In a way, sleeping with Malfoy almost would be like losing her virginity a second time.
All throughout the day Ginny was nervous, and she was sure Harry could tell. It was one of his days off, and he slunk around the house as though expecting to catch her with Malfoy in any corner or closet. Either that or find her trying to sneak out. It was maddening, and Ginny did her best to calm herself. Not only had her master instructed her that she was not to inform Harry that today was special, but she knew that if he knew it would not be pleasant for either of them.
That was why she had followed Malfoy's other instructions not to tell Harry about the nature of her outings. She didn't want to hurt him with the truth that Malfoy had taken her to dinners and have her model nearly nude for him. She didn't want to hurt him with the truth that she had been sucking her master's penis regularly. At first she had been reluctant. After first taking his cock in her mouth she had never felt more like she had betrayed Harry. It had been awful, but at the same time she could remember the expression on her master's face and how good it felt for her to serve a man with her mouth again. She had sworn that it wouldn't happen again, but her master had been insistent. He had played with her, teased her, eaten her, and brought her almost to orgasm again and again until she had been so overcome she hadn't resisted when he guided her to his straining manhood. Each time it became easier until he didn't even need to prompt her. It ate away at the redhead, and so when her master told her not to inform her husband what she was doing when she disappeared at odd hours she had only too eagerly followed his instructions. She couldn't imagine what Harry was thinking. She wished there was some way she could make it up to him.
By the time they were eating dinner, Harry seemed to have reached a breaking point. He was alternately relaxed and tensed, flipping between one state and the other seemingly at random. Ginny suspected that he was at once relieved he had seen nothing of Malfoy for the entire day and nervous of the evenings. Somberly she thought that he was right to be nervous of this evening. It was what they had dreaded so long since the judge had pronounced his awful sentence. For a long time the redhead had thought it wouldn't happen, but she realized now (she had since she had started being eaten out by her master) that it was inevitable. There was no use avoiding it. Tonight was the night she would finally and ultimately cheat on Harry by sleeping with his rival. She was going to be taken and had no say in the matter. The thought sent tingles from her head to her toes, and she felt herself getting aroused.
Dinner was eaten in silence. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but neither knew what to say. Harry didn't even look like he wanted to talk. Ginny, for her part, didn't quite know what she was meant to talk to him about before she went to have sex with Malfoy. What did you tell your husband in your last minutes of fidelity? Did she apologize to him? Was she to kiss him? Or, since her concubinage seemed unlikely to allow that, was she to merely hold him close and reassure him without words that she was still his wife? Make a joke? Lighten the mood? Or even, she thought worriedly, was she supposed to tell him comforting lies? Perhaps that Malfoy repulsed her? That she had kept her promise to hate cuckolding him? That the thought of being taken away from him disgusted her? That she was dreading tonight? Even, Ginny thought sadly, that she wished she was only his?
None of it came out of her mouth. None of it could. It hurt too much. Hurt her too much. She couldn't possibly be expected to degrade herself with niceties about a thoroughly nasty business. Instead of sweetening things it would probably only be salt rubbed in the wound. The pressure was already too much, and the thought of adding to it by, in some way, trying to alleviate the burden of his impending cuckolding for her husband threatened to make her collapse into an emotional wreck. Finally mustering enough courage, she spoke up. "Harry, I'm going out tonight." Harry just stared at her, a hollow look in his eyes. It broke her heart. "I'll be back tomorrow morning," she added, licking her lips nervously. He still said nothing. "Harry?"
"Do you still love me?" he asked, abruptly. Ginny was startled.
"Harry, of course I love you!" Her words and their genuineness seemed to soften his features.
"Do you still want to be married to me?"
"Of course I do, you prat!"
"Only me?" he prodded, and Ginny faltered. Her hesitation was a fraction of a second, but it was enough. His expression closed off, and it was as though he had mounted a broomstick in a Moonless night and raced away from her.
"Yes, Harry, of course only you." Neither of them seemed to believe it.
"Right," he replied, but his tone wasn't sarcastic or biting. It was tired. So very tired. Ginny opened her mouth, trying to find something to say to her husband. There had to be some words in English that would make things better. Some string of sounds that would sort everything out. If there were, she was closer to achieving sainthood than speaking them. She moved to touch him, to comfort him in some way, but all of a sudden there was a flare of heat pressing against her neck. Her hand raised to it, and only too late did she realize it was her choker. Harry's eyes caught the gesture, and a sudden, enraged fire lit in them. And then it was gone.
No words seemed to be needed. They both knew. It was time for Ginny to leave. Again she tried to think of something to say, but nothing came. Instead she grabbed her cloak and went to the door. She hesitated on the threshold. Should she wish him goodnight, or was such a sentiment directed at Harry so obviously untrue it was little more than a gift of bitter cynicism to him? In the end she went through the door silently, shutting it with a click that seemed only too loud. She was sure the crack! as she disapparated was louder, however.
She reappeared a moment later in an entrance hall she had been in only a few times. With little grace she fell to the ground, and when she looked up she was surprised to see not Malfoy but a well-cared-for house elf standing over her. He looked distinctly unimpressed, but nevertheless snapped his fingers and helped her upright with his magic. "Concubine Potter," he addressed her, "I am Bennie, our master's personal house elf. Are you wearing the consummation garments he provided to you?" Not finding the words, Ginny merely nodded, and was surprised when the elf snapped her fingers and vanished her clothes, leaving her standing in the hall wearing nothing but her lingerie and her heels. The only thing remaining was her cloak, which floated over to hang itself in a nearby closet. The redhead was suddenly glad there were no magical portraits in the hall. "Your clothes have been transported back to your house," the elf told her, and guilt stabbed at Ginny. Harry would find them there. "Follow me."
Not knowing wear she was going, Ginny obediently followed the elf through the house. It was quite a new experience to wander around in nothing but underwear, but Harry's wife found she didn't quite mind the situation. Finally they arrived at a large bathroom, dominated by a tub that sunk into the floor, more like a miniature pool than anything else, and approaching the prefects' bathrooms at Hogwarts. Before she could ask the elf anything, he had flicked her fingers and her lingerie and heels had vanished to sit on the small table next to the tub. With little more than a gesture, Bennie directed Ginny into it, and the redhead was only too eager to shield her naked body from the elf's gaze. It helped that the water was sinfully warm and scented. Without preempt, magical sponges and brushes and other things began cleaning her body, sometimes aided by Ginny herself, until she was sure she had never been scrubbed so clean in her life. Nails were trimmed, callouses were ground, hairs were shaved, and when Ginny found herself climbing out of the tub and getting dry it was feeling almost like a new woman. Wordlessly, she moved to slip her lingerie back on, but Bennie held up a hand, instead pointing towards another table filled with bottles and vials.
"Choose how you wish to present yourself to our master for your night with him." Ginny felt a flare of indignity at the suggestion that she should aid in her own adultery, but after glaring at the elf's placid stare and realizing she wouldn't be going anywhere — and that she looked quite ridiculous standing naked and glaring at a house elf — she sighed and went to the table. There were all sorts of fragrances and oils, and after a moment Ginny found a flowery scent that she liked and sprayed it all over herself. She was about to finish when, merely sniffing a few of the others out of curiosity, she found an oil she was sure Malfoy would love. She hesitated a moment, but the temptation overpowered her and she applied some of the oil in strategic places and put it back in a hurry, trying not to feel too sinful. This time Bennie allowed her to put her lingerie back on, and when she did Ginny felt even more sexy than she had on her wedding night. When she looked in the mirror she couldn't deny she looked it too.
Without a comment on the nearly naked woman admiring herself in the mirror — Ginny didn't suppose elves were much interested in human bodies, really — Bennie gestured for her to follow him, and they exited the bathroom to walk through the manor. Malfoy Manor was quite enormous, and the walk seemed to take forever, but finally they came to a larger set of double doors that could only lead to the master bedroom. Ginny gulped, suddenly feeling unsettled in her stomach; her palms were slick with sweat and all of a sudden she felt very nervous. She had thought she was prepared for everything — prepared to accept her fate as Malfoy's concubine, prepared to cheat on Harry — but now, suddenly, standing in front of these doors that seemed to dominate her as much as Malfoy himself did in only her bridal lingerie she felt as if everything was wrong. It was an injustice, to be certain, but Ginny had thought she could learn to enjoy it. She didn't feel like she was going to now. It was irrational, for she had been this naked in front of her master fairly frequently, but now that it was time for the lingerie to come off she wanted nothing more than to apparate home and be held by Harry.
The elf in front of her paid no heed to the redhead's sudden shift in attitude. Giving her no time to collect her wits or calm herself, with a snap of Bennie's fingers the large doors swung open soundlessly and the two walked in, Ginny feeling weaker with every step. "Your new concubine, the Lady Potter, master," Bennie said to the man sitting on the bed, and Malfoy, who had been reading some book as though waiting patiently for her, looked up and stared at her hungrily.
"Thank you, Bennie," Malfoy said, surprising Ginny with his treatment of the elf. "You may leave now." The elf bowed and walked back out through the doors, which shut with a definite clunk. Ginny was trapped inside. Even during her various liaisons with Malfoy before she had never been so unable to leave. Even if, somehow, she hadn't been sure before that Malfoy intended to take her, this last act of sealing her in a bedroom with him shouted his intentions to the world. And if that didn't his attire did. He was clothed in nothing but a pair of baggy, silk boxers, leaving little to nothing to Ginny's imagination. She had never seen him so naked, and she felt herself getting damp as she looked him up and down. He certainly kept good care of himself; far more than she suspected he had at Hogwarts. Glancing down, the redhead could already see the substantial bulge in his shorts with which she was already so familiar. This time it wouldn't just be in her mouth. At that moment she felt far too exposed in her sheer bra and tiny panties, and stood stiffly at the end of the room.
Finally, her master spoke. "Come her and kiss me," he told her. It was nothing he hadn't asked of her before. Nothing she hadn't given him before. On this night when she was finally to become his concubine, however, it seemed like something she just couldn't do. Before, the kisses would never lead anywhere. Now she knew exactly where the kisses would lead to. She knew if she gave in she would break her vows of fidelity to Harry before she even knew she was doing so, and she'd never be able to forgive herself. "Kiss me, Ginny," he said. Ginny shook her head, not looking at him. He seemed to be getting impatient, however, because when he next spoke it was dominating and commanding. "Concubine, come kiss your master."
Before she was fully aware of it, her feet were moving her to the bed, and Harry's wife was leaning down to kiss her master. The kiss was open-mouthed and passionate, like so many before, and Malfoy took her in his arms and pulled her into the bed where he pressed her amidst the sheets and snogged her senseless. As he had so many times before, her husband's rival explored Ginny's barely clad body, reveling in the lingerie that conformed to her every curve. Strong hands caressed what had been Harry's, going from her arse to her thighs to her back to her breasts to her hair. It was as pleasurable as always, and the redhead felt herself getting aroused as she always did.
Unexpectedly, as Malfoy's hands again encircled her back during the middle of their kiss, Harry's wife felt his fingers fiddling with the hook of her bra, and terrified fire rushed through her veins. Lightning quick, she disengaged herself from him and ran off the bed, standing facing him from the other side of the room. Only from his surprise at her actions had she been able to get away from her master, and he looked at her from the bed, an annoyed expression on his face. Inexplicably, Ginny felt disappointed in herself, but she brushed away the feelings with a shake of her head. The feelings of vulnerability were far too strong. Granted, Malfoy had already seen and extensively touched her naked breasts, but not like this. Were she to lose her bra she would be only in her panties, the most naked she had ever been for her master.
Malfoy sighed, but understanding seemed to be in his eyes. Instead of beckoning her to return and allow him to remove her bra, he instead stood up and removed his boxers, allowing them to drop to the floor and reveal his full nakedness to Ginny. Involuntarily, she felt her mouth go dry as she looked him up and down. For the first time her master was completely naked in front of her, and Ginny couldn't say she hated the experience. Just the thoughts of what that body might be able to do to her…
Her master sat back down on the bed, pulling up some cushions so he could sit and still lean back. With only a small gesture, he directed her attention to his stiff manhood. It was the largest she had ever seen it, straining and red as her master seemed almost painfully erect. It was even slightly flattering to know that Malfoy wanted her that much. Again he gestured, and the redhead knew what he wanted. She obliged, obediently walking to kneel in front of the bed and take him into her mouth as she had so many times before. Her mouth was dry, but she quickly did her best to correct that so she could lubricate her master with her spittle. At first she licked his tip, her tongue playing with his opening, and then she took the head past her lips and sucked.
"Concubine, yes!" the blond groaned, and Ginny felt a flare of happiness. She withdrew his head from her mouth so she could instead run her tongue all over his manhood and get it properly wet, looking up at him as she did so. That done, she took his head back past her lips, sucking in a further inch. He hissed in pleasure. Again she withdrew, and then she sunk her head back down, taking another inch. Withdraw, then another inch; withdraw and another inch; withdraw and… She finally had his whole cock in her mouth, some of it even down her throat. Ginny sat for a moment, working her muscles and letting her master enjoy her mouth, before she took it all out until only the head was still between her lips. He made grunts of approval at her work, and she looked up into his lust-filled blue eyes as she bobbed her head back down. She didn't take him all this time, instead setting a rhythm of bobbing up and down on his cock. His grunts grew louder, and she could feel him drawing close. Ginny increased her pace to get Malfoy to cum for her, and right as she was sure he was about to orgasm he did something totally expected and pulled her off him. The shock of it was almost enough to make her shout in surprise, and a strange, crushing sensation weighed down on her all of a sudden. Was she not good enough for him? "Not yet, Ginny," he panted, his usual facade nowhere to be found. "I want," he breathed, "I want to cum inside you." Her face flushed, but she found herself getting aroused at the idea.
As he seemed to come back to himself, he glanced down at the nearly naked redhead lying in front of him. Slowly, he reached forward, stroking her forearms before moving around to her back. Again his fingers found the clasp of her bra, and again fear seized Ginny. She didn't want to be undressed by him. She wasn't ready. Again she spun away, standing defensively by the door, and this time it was clear Malfoy was getting annoyed. He glared at her, and his eyes clearly said he wanted her naked in the bed. Standing up, he advanced towards Ginny, and she felt herself moving backwards. Intellectually she knew there was no escape, but that didn't stop her from trying to elude his grasp. Suddenly, her foot caught on the rug and she stumbled backwards, landing with a cry on her bottom. Instantly, Malfoy was upon her, and she squeaked in alarm, turning around so she could crawl towards the door. She tried to stand, but her master caught her foot and she went down, crawling frantically instead. Her master seemed to regard this as a game, for he let her try to evade him for a moment before he grabbed her leg and dragged her under him. "No!" Ginny cried out. Not like this, she thought. As soon as she was under him, her master's hands cupped her breasts and he breathed into her ear. He lay lightly on her back, and Ginny thrashed her legs in a futile effort to dislodge him. She bucked and writhed but he held firm, and as he rear lifted to press against him in an effort to throw him off a hand went from her breast to slip down into her panties and cup her moist opening. He knows, Ginny thought. She froze, and then redoubled her efforts to get him off. His fingers slipped out of her panties, but she did not escape.
"You're wet," her master growled at her. "You're wet for me." He roughly kissed her shoulder blades.
"No!" Ginny cried out, even though she knew it was stupid. "I'm not!" She couldn't be, after all. She didn't want to have sex with him. Rather, she didn't want to want to have sex with him.
He merely chuckled at the obvious lie, flipping her over so that her cleavage was available to him. In and around her breasts he kissed, planting kisses up and down her torso before suckling her neck hard enough that she was sure she'd have a mark the next day. Finally he nibbled at her ear, whispering hoarsely into it "You want this. I can feel you do. You're a naughty, cheating little wife who wants to get fucked hard by her master. Your husband's been neglecting you and you want to get stuffed with a nice cock again. We both know it." Ginny wanted to scream and curse her body for betraying her, but she only whimpered in response.
"I want to stay faithful to Harry," she moaned, and that, at least, sounded partially truthful. Malfoy merely grinned.
"No, you don't," he said, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it along the length of her panties. Ginny bit her lip to stop herself from groaning or, worse, begging him to take her. "You want to break your vows. You want to get fucked by another man. You want to cheat. You want to get fucked by your master. You want to be my concubine. You want to cuckold Harry. It turns you on. It excites you." He slowly licked a trail down her, and Ginny marveled that the sensation could be so cold when the rest of her was so hot. "You wouldn't be so wet otherwise."
"No, I don't! No, I don't! No, I don't!" Ginny chanted quietly as her master ravished her. "No! No! No, no, no! Noooo… ahhnnnnggggg." The chant trailed off into a long moan as Malfoy pulled down her panties slightly to begin eating her. "N-No!" she tried again. "I don't want to cheat. I don't want to cheat. I don't want to cheat. Nhhnnngg… Ah! Ah, ah, ah! R-Right… right there! I-I don't want to cheat! Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmm! I… uh… Ah! I don't… want to cheat. I don't… I don't… uh… Oh, master, yes! I don't… I want to cheat." Her speech was slurring itself, and Ginny was quickly getting lost as she approached orgasm. She wasn't even quite sure what she was saying. Just a little closer… "I want to cheat! I want to cheat! I want to cheat! Yes! Yes! Ahhh! I want to cheat!" And then she came. It was one of the best orgasms she had ever had with Malfoy, and she bucked her hips into his face, the panties stretched across her thighs rubbing across the top of his blond head.
As she came down from her high, her master pulled her panties back up, leaving her fully clothed in her lingerie. "I know you do, baby. I know you want to cheat with me." It was then Ginny realized the awful things she'd been crying out, and she felt mortified. She turned away from her master. She couldn't look at him. He knew. She had shouted at him her deepest, most secret desire. She wanted to cheat on Harry. She didn't want to cheat on Harry, but she did. Really, she didn't want to betray Harry. What she wanted was for him to want her to have sex with Malfoy. She wanted her husband to give her his blessing to sleep with his rival. She wanted Harry to have given her to Malfoy out of a genuine desire to do so. She wanted him to be happy that she was Draco Malfoy's woman; that they had both been conquered and she taken from him. It was despicable and disgusting, but she wanted it more than anything else.
They lay there, and Ginny finally worked up the courage to say "I won't do this. I won't cheat on Harry, no matter how much I want to. I won't be your concubine. I won't be yours."
"You don't get it, do you?" her master whispered in her ear. "You're already mine. You've already cheated on Harry a lot. You think sucking another man's cock wasn't included in your vows of fidelity? That being eaten out by your husband's rival wasn't a breach of his trust? That kissing me wasn't a betrayal? That grinding on another man in nothing but revealing outfits was acceptable to him? That wearing no underwear around me wasn't a little over the line?" Ginny looked down, ashamed, but Malfoy tilted her head up to look at him. "You did what you were meant to. You're a good concubine for cheating on Harry. You'll just have to be a better concubine. And you are my concubine; you will be my concubine. You are mine. That's why you're in my bedroom wearing nothing but the bridal lingerie you gave to me and which I modified to be mine instead of in Harry's. That's why you're wet for me and not for him." A finger dipped into her, then retreated, swirling around her clit and making Ginny moan. "That's why your tits are in my hands and not your husband's." A nipple was tweaked. "That's why it was my cock in your mouth and not Potter's." Her lips were traced by a single finger. "That's why you're trying not to moan my name instead of his." His arms encircled her again. "You are mine. You were mine. You are going to be mine. And there's nothing Potter or anyone else can do about it, not least because you gave yourself to me. You chose to don the lingerie I asked for and answer my summons. You want to cheat. You told me, and I know. You are mine. The Wizengamot gave you to me in accordance with the ancient ways. Your husband gave you to me in accordance with the ancient ways. He gave me your wedding ring, the symbol of your marriage, and allowed me to take it for my own to mark you. He fastened my concubine mark around his own wife's neck. He gave me your hand and gave me his blessing to take you, his wife, as my concubine. He gave you to me. He made you mine. He accepted you as mine. He wanted you to be mine. And so you're going to be. You are my woman, my Ginny, my concubine." He drew out the last word and Ginny felt a shiver down her spine as they lasted into silence.
Seemingly having gotten what he wanted out of her, Malfoy helped her to her feet and led her to the bed, which Ginny didn't resist. They sat down, and Malfoy tapped his wand against her lips. Abruptly, the remaining taste of his manhood in her mouth vanished, and her master leaned in to kiss her. Ginny gave into the kiss and allowed him to explore her mouth for a little while, but when his hands again came up to her bra she broke it to look at him. Malfoy stared at her, as though challenging her or daring her to run away again, as he slowly reached around her back to find the hook on the bra. This time the redhead didn't resist, and with a little fumbling the bra came unhooked, forcing Ginny to squeeze her arms together so it didn't fall off and reveal her breasts. Staring her in the eyes, her master then reached for her shoulders, slowly nudging her arms apart so he could pull the bra off entirely. Suddenly the redhead was left in only her panties on her master's bed, and Malfoy eyed her breasts appreciatively, leaning down to gently suck on each erect nipple. Then he pulled back and pushed Ginny to her feet in front of the bed.
"Take off your panties, Ginny," he growled at her. Ginny hesitated again, looking away from her master and instead playing with the waistband of her panties. Malfoy sighed again. "You won't be leaving this room until we've had sex. You want us to have sex. You're a good concubine who wants to get fucked by her master. So take off your panties and get into bed with me." It was true. Ginny knew it was. What was the point in putting off the inevitable? Besides, her master was so sexy. Suddenly the redhead couldn't wait anymore. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off. "Good," Malfoy purred as his concubine suddenly stood completely naked in front of him for the first time, everything from her breasts to the small, red strip above her womanhood finally visible to him. Ginny suddenly felt shy, but refused to cover herself. She was sexy and she wanted her master to see it. "Beautiful," Malfoy whispered, and the redhead felt a flare of pride. "Now get into bed with me."
This was it, Ginny thought. They were both naked and she was about to climb into bed with him. She felt a tingle of anticipation in her loins. She was about to totally and completely cheat on Harry. Almost eagerly she crawled onto the bed, kissing her master deeply and lying against him so their naked bodies could press together. Her master reciprocated, his fondling for once not through cloth. He was actually fondling his concubine's fully naked body, and it felt amazing.
It seemed, however, that now Ginny was no longer hesitant Malfoy was eager to bed her as soon as possible. He broke the kiss and flipped her so that he could push a pillow under her and press her down on the bed. Ginny made a squeak of surprise as he moved, and a moan as she heard him mutter an incantation that caused silken robes to bind her wrists forward to the headboard of the bed. She moaned again, and Malfoy shuffled behind her. "Traditional master-concubine first, I think," he said, grabbing his manhood and bringing it closer to her folds. Ginny looked back over her shoulder at him as he positioned to take her. The sight made her more aroused than ever. He reached down, and suddenly Ginny felt her master's tip pressing against her entrance. She let out a whimper. All at once emotions crashed into her. This was her last moment of being faithful to Harry. Surely there would be some momentous sign of this betrayal? There was none. Almost lazily, Malfoy rubbed himself up and down her wet length. "I'm not sure you can take all of this, concubine," he murmured. "Let's try…" he trailed off as he pushed his head into her. It had been so long since Ginny had been fucked, and she had forgotten what having a cock pushing into her was like. She prepared for him to fill her, but instead he pulled out, going back to rubbing along her length. The redhead almost groaned in disappointment, but bit her lip. "I don't think you can take it," he told her.
Ginny wanted to scream. The last few weeks and months had been building to this and had left her an emotional wreck. Instead she just whimpered. "Malfoy," she said in a pleading tone. Invitingly, she rolled her hips towards him trying to spread her legs a little more so he could get better access to her pussy.
"Well, if you insist, we can try again." His manhood, which had still been rubbing up and down her folds, suddenly found her entrance again and pushed inside. First the tip, then the whole head, and then he sunk a further inch in. Then he pulled out fully. This time Ginny really did groan. More rubbing up and down her wetness, and then again he inserted it. Tip, head, inch, and then another inch. And then another inch. And then he pulled out again. "You're too tight, concubine."
He wanted her to say something, she realized. She didn't want to say something. This was bad enough already. What would Harry think if he knew she had begged for this? "Please," she whispered into the pillow. It seemed to be enough. Her master's head returned to ghost over her folds, back and forth, back and forth, and when she finally thought he wasn't going to take her he sunk his manhood into her all the way. Instantly, Ginny orgasmed. "Ahhhhhh! Uh-uh-uhnnnggggg! Yes!"
Malfoy merely sat inside her as she quivered around him, and as she came down from her orgasm he began moving back and forth inside her. His rhythm was slow and steady, fucking Ginny as though he'd be doing the same thing all night, and as he entered her fully again he lay on her back so that he could whisper in her ear. "What a little slut you are, concubine, cumming all over my dick like that. What would you husband think?" At this thought Ginny moaned; she hoped Harry would never see her like this, taking Malfoy's cock as she had vowed never to do. Sitting up, her master grabbed her soft, round hips and increased his pace, slamming into her as he fucked the redhead deeper than she had ever been fucked before. Slapping sounds echoed throughout the room and the bed rocked as Malfoy pounded into his new, redheaded concubine. Harry's wife just bounced on the pillow as she grew closer and closer to her second orgasm, and the moans of master and concubine filled the room. Closer, closer… Ginny could her pussy begin clenching around her master. Just a few more strokes… She couldn't hold back the words any longer.
"Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" she cried into the pillow. Malfoy understood, but within a stroke or two of Ginny orgasming he pulled out entirely. This time the redhead really did scream in frustration. "No!" she cried. Her master merely kissed her naked shoulder blades as he reached forward to her wrists to undo the robes holding them. Surely that can't have been it, Ginny thought. She had thought Malfoy needed to bind her as his concubine; that he needed to cum inside her. Was this yet more torture? Sending her back to her husband partially fucked and desperately wanting more? Without a word, Malfoy got rid of the pillow underneath her stomach and flipped her over so that she was lying naked, nestled in the sheets under him. Then he leaned down and kissed her, which Ginny gratefully returned.
Her master settled himself between her legs, and Ginny grew hopeful that she would indeed become his concubine tonight. Invitingly, she spread herself a little wider as if to say 'Come take me' to her master, and he broke the kiss at her motion to stare at her. Very deliberately, he reached down to his manhood and began rubbing it along the redhead's already fucked folds. Ginny's pulse quickened, and she rolled her hips a little to try and get him inside her. Her master held back, and Harry's wife looked up into her master's blue eyes questioningly. "Say it," he said to her roughly, and Ginny suddenly knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg him to make her his concubine. There was a second of hesitation, and then…
"Please," she whimpered. Malfoy continued staring at her. The redhead wriggled, but he held her down.
"Please what?"
"Please take me."
Malfoy just smirked, continuing rubbing himself against her. "I don't understand."
Ginny closed her eyes in shame of what she was about to say. "Please fuck me. Please cum inside me. Please make me your concubine, master." A cock entered her, and Ginny once again felt herself being slowly filled by her master's manhood. Once he had arranged himself in a stable position, he withdrew his manhood from her and then sunk back in. He repeated this, gaining in rhythm, until he was pistoning in and out of her with furious abandon. His face was streaked with sweat and his eyes were determined. Ginny could only throw her head back and moan, thrusting her breasts into his face as they bounced around and occasionally wrapping her legs around his body.
Soon enough the redhead was reaching her peak again, and this time her master didn't stop fucking her. One stroke, two strokes, three… And Ginny was over the edge. She clenched herself hard around her master, making it difficult for a second for him to keep sinking into her, and her legs wrapped around him and pulled him inside her. With her arms she pulled him against her bosom, making little moaning and whimpering noises as she rode through her orgasm.
As Ginny's breathing returned to normal she uncrossed her legs from around Malfoy's hips and looked up at him. His blue eyes were staring down at her filled with something indecipherable, but the redhead it might be awe, or perhaps primal possession, or perhaps merely animalistic satisfaction — at having made her orgasm multiple times or at having so thoroughly taken another man's woman. She wasn't even sure which she preferred. Whatever it was, it was quickly gone as her master began moving inside her again, making Ginny emit little gasps as his cock moved inside her sensitive pussy. "Please be gentle," she whispered to him, and immediately something blazed in his eyes. With little warning, he became rough and fast with her, smacking into her womanhood as he sought release. Ginny was unprepared for this and felt herself immediately have another orgasm, but she was aware enough to see that Malfoy was suddenly close. His grunts became louder, and he seemed like he barely had the strength to do so when he leaned down to her ear to whisper harshly into it.
"I'm about to cum inside you, Lady Potter."
Ginny was lost in her pleasure, and the use of her married title only served to remind her of the erotic taboo of what she was doing, pushing her deeper into her trance. She almost didn't recognize her own voice when it cried out "Cum for your concubine, master. Cum inside me, master. Cum inside Harry's wife." She was fully aware, however, of when Malfoy finally had his own orgasm, for he cried out her name and, more importantly, buried himself in her, holding his hips to hers as his manhood spurted in her passage. Rope after rope of hot cum filled where only Harry's seed had ever been before, and the complete betrayal of it thrilled Ginny. What she was most aware of, however, was the web of golden light that was suddenly surrounding the lovers, flowing from where she was joined to her master and pooling in her wedding ring and in her choker, both of which suddenly burned white hot. The pain was nothing compared to the intense rush of pleasure that overcame her, however, and Ginny screamed out at the sensations.
Distantly, she was aware of her memory of when she had completed her marriage bond to Harry. It was a similar sensation, although many thousands of times less intense than completing the open-concubine bond, which was saying something. Completing her marriage bond to Harry had been the most intense magical experience of her life. Both she and Harry were powerful wizards, and combined with their joint loss of virginity the bonding had been an exceptionally powerful one. She had felt her magic being intertwined with Harry's, her own will becoming slightly subservient to his, their complete sexual rights to each becoming all-encompassing, and the magical molding of their bodies to each other.
Becoming a wife was nothing compared to becoming a concubine. Her magic was Malfoy's now; she felt her own will becoming subservient to her master's; his unilateral sexual rights to her being all the more powerful to compensate for their imbalance and inequality; and the molding of her body for her master, for more extreme than anything that had happened for Harry. For Harry she was a wife, a partner, a mother to his children, and part of a team. Her body had undergone minor changes to reflect this. To Malfoy she was nothing more than a sex slave, and her much more major changes reflected this. She felt her breasts becoming more supple, more firm, shaped to suit the curves of her body which grew more pronounced. Her nipples became smaller and pinker, while her womanhood grew more tight and shapely. Though she would only discover it the next day, even her eyes had become more blue.
That was not even to mention the extra power needed to overcome her very powerful marriage bond. She could feel it — her own magic and Harry's — struggle with the magic of the concubine ritual — her own and Malfoy's — to stop the concubine bonding, to maintain primacy and supremacy, to keep her only as Harry's wife. Even after everything, she found that she wanted it to win, to keep her faithful to Harry. The struggle inside her intensified, and Ginny realized she felt her marriage bond winning. Her marriage to Harry was that strong. She felt victorious and happy, and then she looked up at her master who, she realized, was still slowly pumping in and out of her. Her orgasm was still intense, and for just the briefest second Harry's wife felt a flicker of doubt and hesitation. Did she want to give this up?
She decided that she did, but it was too late. The flicker of doubt had been enough, and all of a sudden the concubine ritual prevailed over her marriage bond. Like an army routed, her marriage bond was driven from the metaphorical field of battle, forced down and into subservience to her newly formed concubine bond. All at once her bonds of fidelity to Harry were broken entirely, and her marriage bond collapsed like a buckling beam as it obsequiously reformed around her newer and stronger status as Malfoy's concubine. There was a final, fleeting wave of pleasure over her, and then Malfoy's concubine finally returned to herself, become aware that her master was whispering to her. "There's no release, Ginny," he was saying. "Once you're my concubine there's no way to release you. I lied, but did you really think there would be? There's no more way to break a concubine bond than to break a marriage bond. Now you're my concubine forever. You'll never be faithful to Harry again."
Ginny could think of only one thing to say to that. "Fuck me, master."
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Harry sat in his dark living room feeling more alone than he had in his entire life. Not even during his childhood with the Dursleys been so oppressive. Then he had had the naïvety and optimism of a child. He had been able to keep going by thinking things would be better in the future. That one day he would escape them and find happiness. His adult self harbored no such fantasies. His adult self knew how binding magic was and how there was no escape. When he had married Ginny he had been prepared for that; he had wanted it. He had wanted to have her and only her as his woman until death claimed him. He hadn't been prepared for her to become the concubine of another man. He hadn't been prepared to have the one woman he could ever touch in the arms of his rival.
He wasn't sure why he was so depressed tonight especially. Ginny had been having sex with Malfoy for the past few weeks, and it wasn't as if tonight was anything new. Maybe it was the way she had acted nervous, almost excited. She had seemed far away the whole day, as if lost in fantasy, and there had been no mistaking the hard points poking out of her dress at various points in the day. His wife had promised him she would hate cheating on him, and there she had been as nervous as she had been before their wedding. It felt like the world's biggest joke and he was the only one who didn't get it. Or maybe, he thought, it was because she had told him she would be back the next morning. She would be staying with that prick all night. His wife would even wake up in Malfoy's bed. Before she had always come back to him. Even after being ravished by Malfoy she had curled up in his arms; it had been a small and taunting, almost insulting, comfort, but it had been a comfort nonetheless.
Maybe it was both of those things.
Whatever the case, he felt entirely justified in nursing a very tall glass of very expensive whiskey. It seemed as if money was the only part of his family that wouldn't ever abandon him. He drank for he didn't know how long, but after awhile he thought it might have gone overboard because he felt as if the room had gotten very loud. Then he realized that it had, and that someone was shouting his name. Shaking his head to clear it, Harry looked over to the fireplace to see his best friend's face sticking out of it. He had hardly seen her over the past few weeks, but that seemed to put no damper on Hermione's mood. "Harry! Harry! Answer this fireplace, you plonker! Harry Potter, come here this instant! It's important!"
Sighing, Harry trudged over to the green flames underneath his mantle and tapped his wand above them. Instantly, a shocked expression appeared on Hermione's face as she fell forward, and a moment later she tumbled out of his fireplace to land on his floor face-first. She didn't hit it very hard, but the shock of finding herself lying on a floor seemed to stun her for a second. In more cheerful circumstances Harry would have laughed, but as it was he just shut off the floo and sat back down in his chair, already sipping at his whiskey. "Hello, Hermione," he said flatly.
Hearing her best friend's voice seemed to jolt Hermione out of her state, because she was quickly back on her feet and pacing in front of Harry. "Harry, I did it! It took me ages, but I think I've found a way to get you free from Malfoy!" Instantly, Harry was more sober than he had been for weeks. Was Hermione truly a miracle worker? Granted, Ginny had already slept with Malfoy a whole lot, but ensuring she was no longer his concubine was a lot better than allowing her to continue having sex with him.
"Hermione, I love you!" he cried, springing up and hugging her tightly. "You're the most brilliant witch alive!"
She blushed profusely, but her excitement overrode her shyness. "Oh, hush! It was nothing to stop those… those… arseholes at the Ministry from doing what they were going to do to you! It was despicable, honestly! That's the worst sort of punishment I've ever heard of, and I'm surprised anyone stands for it! And to you, of all people! If so many good people hadn't died to protect their sorry arses I'd be tempted to curse the lot of them! The wizarding public, I mean. They should be up in arms demanding justice for you. I tried to organize a petition, but–––"
"Hermione, breathe," Harry told her. He decided not to mention the fact that Ginny had already embraced her role as Malfoy's concubine; it didn't matter at the moment, and it would only drive a wedge between Hermione and Ginny. More important was solving their situation, if only Hermione could focus and tell him how.
"Right, sorry," she muttered. "It's just so frustrating. You don't deserve this Harry."
His mouth set in a thin line. "When have I deserved any of it?" he asked bitterly, and he looked away so that he wouldn't see the pity he was sure there'd be in Hermione's eyes.
"Yes, well," she said shortly, coughing. "Anyway, you know how for magical marriages they aren't complete until they're consummated?" Harry doubted it was the time for a lecture, but nodded anyway. Letting Hermione get through her explanation was undoubtedly faster than trying to force her to get to the point. "Well, since magical concubinage is a very similar piece of magic, I thought they might work the same, and I was right! Just like a magical marriage, concubinage can be broken by a wizard powerful enough if it hasn't been consummated yet. And the rest works like a magical marriage too! Once the initial bonding is broken the two involved parties can't try to reform it. The foundations for it are broken irreparably. It means the Ministry won't be able to try this sort of thing again, at least with Malfoy. They might try it with someone else, but you should just be able to keep breaking the bond. They'll have to give up at some point. Now, I haven't looked at the legal repercussions of this yet, but at this point I don't really think we should be taking anymore notice of the Ministry than we did while Voldemort was around. Still, it might be wise–––" She was cut off again by Harry hugging her.
"You're brilliant," he told her again. "Absolutely brilliant." Still, he was feeling entirely too drunk for this conversation, but he was sure he followed the gist of it. "Now, please, just explain to me what I have to do."
Hermione nodded furiously. "Of course." Then she sat him down. "The first thing is that we need a powerful wizard, but I think you're more than up to the task, Harry. The next most important thing is to keep Ginny away from Malfoy." Harry's good mood immediately vanished and ice seemed to fill his veins, but Hermione didn't notice. "Concubinage is like a marriage bond in that regard, only stronger. Open-concubinage is strongest of all. Ginny will be irresistibly compelled to give into Malfoy and consummate the bond so she can become his concubine. Malfoy can't force her to do anything though, and Ginny's a strong witch so she should be able to resist it. We just need to make sure nothing happens between them. Once the bond is consummated there's nothing we can do. She'll be just as much his concubine as your wife. In fact, moreso, since the party with the more unequal situation — master and concubine versus husband and wife — gets primacy, which is barbaric, really." Dread filled Harry as Hermione talked, and he looked at her desperately.
"We'd be able to do something though, right? I mean, if the Ministry was able to mess with my marriage to Ginny in the first place we'd be able to change it ourselves, won't we?"
Hermione shook her head. "I thought of that, but no. I mean, there are hypothetical methods, but nothing with much merit. Bonds like these can be modified but they can't be destroyed once created. The only thing we might be able to do is modify it further, but really that only means changing how the bond functions; making Ginny someone else's concubine or allowing her to marry someone else again, for example. Even then, you need more power than a single wizard can hold; you'd need one of the MInistry's ritual rooms, like what they used for you. Not to mention you need a fiendish amount of training in the field. It's ever so tricky."
If Harry hadn't been sitting he was sure his legs would have given out. As it was he lost all the strength in his limbs for a brief moment. He had never felt so weak. The hope that had so quickly flared at his best friend's visit had turned into despair, and his eyes closed as tears threatened to fall. Hermione was still going on about the theories and whatever else, but it wasn't important. She stopped, puzzled, when Harry held up a hand. "It doesn't matter, Hermione," he told her.
"What? Look, Harry, I know it's not the nicest thing to think about, but I know I've got a real solution here. Now, look, just go get Ginny. We might even be able to do everything tonight."
"No, Hermione, it doesn't matter."
"Harry, you're being silly, now where–––" Hermione cut herself off with a gasp, and her eyes widened. She whirled to face Harry. "No!" she cried. Harry didn't answer. He didn't even look at her. "No! No, Harry, you're just misinterpreting things! She's out at a game, or… or… or… she's with her teammates… or… or… with Mrs. Weasley! Or something! She wouldn't do that. She's a strong witch, and she can resist the compulsions. She has. I know she has. She's always loved you, and she isn't even attracted to Malfoy!"
Harry sighed. "Look, Hermione, I appreciate everything. I really do. But go home. Just… have some rest. You've been killing yourself for us… for me… and you're the best friend I could ever ask for… But it just wasn't enough. We weren't fast enough this time. I'll be fine. Just go home."
"No, Harry, I refuse to believe it. I know Ginny, and she'd never do this. I'm sure you're just imagining things."
"She's been going out at night for the past few weeks," he told her and Hermione stilled.
"The past few weeks…?" she murmured. "But Ginny's… Ginny. She's so stubborn… There's no way she would have given in so early…" It seemed half directed at Harry and half thinking out-loud.
"She's been wearing sexy lingerie I've never seen before and coming home tired and flushed. And believe me, Hermione, I know when Ginny's having good sex. I know when she's sexually satisfied, and, to be blunt about it, we haven't been able to touch each other since the bonding ritual." Harry sighed again, and slumped in his chair.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione whispered, coming over and draping an arm over him, holding him close. "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I would have come earlier… I had a pretty good idea that it would work almost a fortnight ago, but I wanted to be sure. I didn't want to give you guys false hope… I failed you…"
"No, Hermione," he whispered. "No, you didn't. It wouldn't have mattered. She's been seeing him for more than two weeks."
"I just…" she whispered, "I just thought I had time. I knew about the compulsion, but I never thought it would work on Ginny so fast. She never gave any hint of being much attracted to him and she loves you so much… I thought it wouldn't happen for months. Without seeing each other there was no way for it to grow… I just don't understand…"
"Neither do I, Hermione."
They sat in silence for a long while, and after some time Harry went back to nursing his whiskey. He even offered her some, but she declined. In fact, she confiscated it from him and locked it in his cabinet. She said it was for his own good, but that she'd be here as long as he needed her. Harry wasn't sure how long it had been when his protesting muscles finally got to him, but the alcohol was finally flowing through his system and making him heady and there was not much point in staying awake. He just wanted to go to bed. Alone. He was just about to tell Hermione to go home again as he stood up when he felt his wedding ring burn as though it had been turned molten.
"AHHHHHHH!" he screamed in pain and surprise, his drunken stupor causing him to collapse to the floor as he wrestled with his hand to get the ring off before it severed his finger.
"Harry!" Hermione cried in shock and alarm. "What happened?! What's wrong?!" Harry didn't answer, clenching his teeth from the pain, but finally managed to get the ring off, whereupon he flung it away as it scorched his palm. It disappeared over the couch and landed with a tink! somewhere else in the room. Harry paid it no mind, merely looking at his left hand to see how badly he'd been burned. To his surprise, there were no marks upon him at all. It was as if the ring had done nothing at all. There was no lasting damage; in fact, he only felt slightly off… And then he realized. "Harry, what was that?" Hermione asked incredulously, kneeling next to him as he held his hand. Again Harry didn't answer, but there were already tears pooling in his eyes.
"They haven't been sleeping together," he whispered to no one in particular.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"They haven't had sex," he rephrased, speaking more to Hermione now. His best friend's face lit up.
"Oh, Harry, that's great! But how did you know?"
"They haven't had sex… until now," he finished, not looking at the brunette. "I've just been cuckolded." Hermione gasped, and he felt a few tears splash his neck. "I could've stopped it. You were on time." He felt hollow. "Ginny's his now."
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Later that same night, or perhaps the early hours of the next morning, after both of the Potters had gone to sleep in very different moods and very different beds, the new master of Harry Potter's wife lay staring at her sleeping, naked body. Absently, he ran his hands over her naked form, enjoying how she wriggled or made little moans as he did so. Almost tenderly, his hand found her right and made its way to her ring finger where he played with the ring upon it. Lifting it up, he brought his own left hand to it and compared them, looking between his own, empty ring finger and the redhead's gold-adorned one. They had had sex several more times that night (thank you, stamina potions) after Ginny's bonding had been completed and she had become much more eager, but somehow the satisfaction he had felt while driving into Harry's wife and watching her ring dance around as her hand caressed him was nowhere near the satisfaction he felt now, comparing their mismatching ring fingers.
How must Potter be feeling about now? Malfoy wondered. Ginny had been his sweetheart for years; their romance had almost been an epic one, or at least one that was fairytale-esque. How did it feel to go from that to the love of his life being whisked off to the bed of a man he hated? Draco couldn't even imagine. For a moment he even felt sorry for the hero, but then he remembered the look in Ginny's eyes as he made her his and the look in Harry's eyes as he had been forced to give his wife to him. Most of all, he remembered the lesson he had learned most painfully from the war. Either you were the man on top taking from those below, or you were the man below having things taken from him. There was no middle-ground as he had foolishly believed while serving the Dark Lord. So he began taking what he wanted, and he had wanted Ginny. Of course he wanted to bed the attractive young girl, but there were many that could be said of. He wanted too to bed Weasley or Longbottom's wife (and he certainly wouldn't mind taking the part-veela as a concubine), or maybe even Nott's, because they were attractive witches. What he wanted more than the redhead, however, was Potter's wife. He had wanted to best the Dark Lord and take what Potter valued most.
Now he had her.
The question was what to do with her.
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