Title: Call Me Ginevra
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own any characters except those you can't research on the lexicon and aren't mentioned in the books. The plot is my own. Any resemblances to other plots are pure coincidence. Think about it this way, great minds think alike.
Full Summary: The war has the Weasley's worried about poor little Ginny. After checking her resources McGonagall claims she has the best caretaker for Ginny. Too bad it turns out to be Narcissa Malfoy. While at Malfoy Manor Ginny faces growing up, a strict regiment and Draco on a day-to-day basis. Can Ginny and Draco brave the unknowns of friendship? Will the buds of relationship form? What will Harry do when he finds out that only Ginny holds the key to defeating Voldemort?
Pairings: Draco/Ginny (I guess this sort of answers the "buds of relationship" question in the summary, huh?)
Rating: Eventually M, but pace yourself. (I will give fare warning of the chapters which that rating applies.)
Chapter Note: Okay, for those of you who were disposed to not read the smut of last chapter, they basically sexed it up, said they loved each other, and fell asleep naked. Slight M-age in this chapter as well. Be warned. Also, this is what I call a "transition chapter" it's what happens after the charrie's get together and it's filled with general mundane happenings that make author's hate them. Don't worry, there's something in this chapter that will keep that good ol' plot ball a-rolling!! Sorry for shortness.
Author's Note: In response to the reviews:
Draco turned the lights out so Ginny would be experiencing everything purely based on surprise sensation. The time it took to do it was short because, well, when with a girl like that it also doesn't take long to get done…
It is meant to say that Seamus thought she was flirting with Ron cause Seamus was so paranoid and crazy that he thought she was flirting even with her own brother.
I had my own concerns about the timing of that intimate of an action but I just had to think, two older teenagers with pent up sexual frustration and a looooooong time to get to know each other I figured they'd actually be jumping at the chance. That and I always pictured them both as passionate, physical creatures. I know, I know, everyone says "Ginny? Physical?" Well think about it, she's a Weasley (fiery redhead), she's a girl in the midst of dating, she IS a passionate person (could turn into physical expression), and to top it all off she wants to be seen more as a woman and less like a girl. That's my reasoning anyways…
Chapter Twelve: Return to the Snake Pit
Ginny woke to the insistent beeping of the alarm clock. Refusing to open her eyes she swatted at Draco's motionless form. "Draco… Draco, the alarm." Her only response for the time being was a soft murmur. Groaning, apparently more prone to annoyance by alarm than the sleeping boy beside her, she rolled over and reached across Draco's body to hit the snooze button herself.
Drawing back she felt fingertips on her bare breasts and jumped, nearly falling off the bed. Looking down she could see Draco smirking with his eyes closed. Scowling Ginny smacked his hand and turned her back to him as she lay down.
She then, to add insult to injury, shoved a pillow between Draco's crotch and her bum.
"You're no fun." He whined letting his arm rest in the dip of her waist.
"You're a pervert." She replied, finding the groove in the pillow she once occupied.
"I'm your boyfriend, I'm allowed."
She smiled at the word. Boyfriend, yes, Draco was her boyfriend. "Mmm, that's nice." She whispered lightly, the fingers of the sandman covering her eyes and drawing her once more into dreamland.
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Seven and a half minutes later Ginny had successfully removed the alarm clock from the table, chunking it across the room. Grumbling about devilish Muggle inventions, there was a knock on the door. Groaning, she patted Draco's leg, the pillow between them mysteriously missing. "Your turn."
Sighing, Draco rose up out of the bed and quickly found his boxers. Slipping them on he made his way to the door to find another owl waiting for them. Grabbing it off the floor and shutting the door behind him he walked to the window and drew back the curtains for light.
"We've got an owl." He stated, starting to open it.
"Read it in the dark, close the curtains." Ginny called from her place face-down in one of the pillows. "Sleepy time…" She sighed, shielding her eyes from the unwelcome light.
"Come on love, we've got to get up to leave for home today." Draco scanned the owl.
Ginny groaned. "Home will be there even if I get an extra fifteen minutes of sleep." She argued. Finding no mercy with Draco she threw back the covers and sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes. She already missed the feel of the warm sheets around her and the comforting grip of sleep.
"We'll be leaving in three hours, you'd better wash up and pack." He threw the owl down on the windowsill. Looking over his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Last night he hadn't properly had the chance of seeing her fully. With the morning light on her back he saw more clearly the definition of her curves, the creamy color and smooth texture of her skin, the dotting of freckles across her back and the vibrancy of her red hair.
Smiling he went into the bathroom, pouring into two small paper cups equal shares of mouthwash. Filling his mouth with it, he swished it about until he was sure he tasted like spearmint and spit it into the sink, rinsing his mouth with water as it tingled from the alcohol. Turning he went to the room and to the bed where Ginny sat. Handing a cup to her he smiled. "Maybe this will substitute for brushing your teeth."
His raised eyebrow indicated ulterior motives but Ginny was still in too much of a morning fog to care. Taking it, she swished it. Walking into the bathroom she spit it into the sink and repeated Draco's process until she was happy that she didn't smell like morning breath any longer. Looking up from the sink basin she saw Draco standing behind her leaning up against the door frame. "You're gorgeous, you know." He said simply, cheeks tinged with pink.
Ginny smiled and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him lightly on his lips.
He was amazed at how someone so insecure about so many things could walk around naked. She baffled him and he loved it. Love her.
Reaching down, not breaking the kiss, he turned the shower on. He felt Ginny's hands push down his boxers and was sure she was thinking what he was thinking.
After a few moments, ensuring the water was freezing, they untangled their limbs to climb into the tub together. Ginny was first to scrub her hair and body down with shampoo and soap, sorry that they didn't have the stuff that made her hair shiny and silky. All the same it worked and she was okay with that. Draco spent this time running kisses where her skin wasn't covered with suds, hands roaming her body.
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They switched when she was done and Ginny did exactly as Draco had, running her hand up and down his length as he bathed. Turning once he was washed off he pulled Ginny to him, the warm water providing a slick layer on their skins.
They snogged for what seemed like forever until Draco decided to have some fun. Plunging his hand between her thighs he used his fingers to bring her to climax. Ginny's back to the cool tile wall, leg wrapped around his thigh, she moaned loudly into his chest. Smiling, Draco poised her against him and pressed inwards. Ginny stiffened in his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked, voice cracking with desire.
"I'm a little sore." She hissed as he filled her entirely. "And… what about that spell you cast?"
Draco scowled. He had forgotten about that. "Hold on, don't get out." He commanded, rushing from the bathroom to get his wand. It took him a few minutes to find it hidden beneath the window air conditioning unit and he nearly lost himself in the cold of the room.
Casting the spell he returned to the warm confines of the shower stall and reassumed his position. For moments on end they were suspended in an intimate bliss until Draco came and they found the heat of the small room and the exhaustion of their activities too much to bear together.
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Ginny was wrapped in the largest towel, mainly because she complained about the chilly temperature of the room more than Draco did. Draco was able to cover most of his lower half with what he was left with. "Dammit." Ginny muttered, gathering up her clothes from the night before. "I should've brought over a spare set."
Draco rolled his eyes. "It's not like you knew we were going to shag. Anyways, they aren't that dirty just wear them back over to your room, change and pack, and come back over here so we can cuddle." He cooed, wrapping his arms around her body. Since having a taste of her lips he had been insatiable.
Ginny sighed. "But now that I've showered, it'll feel weird putting on previously worn clothes, like I'll be getting all dirty again." She frowned and he took her pouting lips in his.
"Then let me get dressed, I'll go get you some clothes and you can just stay here."
"Deal!" She nodded, kissing him again.
Draco paused in his thinking as realization dawned on him. "Is that what you wanted all along?"
Fighting back a smirk, Ginny shrugged and ran to the bed where she buried herself beneath she sheets once more. "Warm…" She murmured, cocooning herself in the sheets. Draco rolled his eyes and fished a pair of boxers out of his trunk, pulling them on. Looking over at Ginny's small form curled up in the covers there was something that overcame him, a complete sense of ownership.
Ginny was his and if anyone ever touched her or messed with her, well, they'd find out just how unpleasant Draco could be. Pulling on a pair of pants he crossed the hall and was back within minutes with an outfit for Ginny.
Setting the clothes on the couch he sat on the bed beside her. Looking down he picked up his hand, brushing away the fire-red strands of hair that had fallen in her face. She was so beautiful and the Malfoy he had been in Hogwarts was quickly losing the fight with the Draco he had become.
Yes, when it came to Ginny "Malfoy" was who he had been in school, the prat. "Draco" on the other hand was who he was now, this young man that, well, loved her. It was an odd thought to him, that he had these strong feelings for someone, this was all new to him. All the girls he had been with before were nice, smart, pretty (well most of them) and he had always had feelings for them but nothing like this. Nothing close.
She moved around and opened her eyes. Smiling down at her, she smiled back, and he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Got your clothes."
Ginny stretched and made a squeaking noise. "Mmm, good servant." She said, wrapping her arms around his midsection, laying her head on his lap.
Draco, rolling his eyes, stroked her hair lovingly for a few moments before prompting her to get dressed. Ginny rolled out of bed and pulled her clothes out of the ball Draco had wrapped them into. Separating her underwear and outerwear, she pulled on her panties (which Draco commented about somewhere around a dozen times before she finally threatened to hex him if he didn't shut up) followed by her bra and a pair of black knee length stockings.
Draco felt his mouth go dry. It was baffling to him how she could continually change her appearance into something more and more attractive. It seemed that the more she put on clothes the more he wanted her to remove them. Pulling himself up from the couch, he crossed the room and walked into the bathroom where she was curling her hair.
"Huh, I thought you're hair was curly already." He dragged his fingertips down her spine.
Ginny smiled. "It is, but sort of like Hermione's, I still have to curl it to look good." She moved the curling iron so she could get to the back of her hair. "Don't try anything funny, one slip up and I'll burn your face off." She raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Duly noted." Draco nodded and move to her left. He knelt down and placed his hands on her stomach and butt. "I'll keep down here then."
Ginny blushed, not really knowing what it was he was going to do. She frankly wasn't excited about the idea of Draco making her jump and her burning herself with that damn contraption. She had managed to get one from Hermione some time ago for when she went on vacations with her family to America, because of her age she wasn't allowed to use magic, but the curling iron did the trick. However, she had burnt herself quite a few times in learning and wasn't eager to repeat that mistake.
Draco trailed kisses down her side, tickling Ginny but not so much that she would lose control. He dragged his hands up and down her thighs, tasting the flesh of her hip as he pulled down on her panties. Surprisingly Ginny parted her legs slightly, allowing him to pull them down easier. Draco looked up at her reflection in the mirror but she was avoiding his gaze. Smirking, he stroked the inside of her thigh until she was done with her hair.
"Draco, I thought I was supposed to be getting dressed not undressed." Ginny pouted and put her hands on the counter as she looked down at him.
Draco just shrugged and stood, placing his hands on either side of hers, rubbing his hard-on against her bum. "But every time you do I get reminded of why you got naked in the first place." He purred into her ear. Slowly Ginny's eyes closed and she leaned into him, letting his hands graze her stomach.
He lifted her up onto the counter and they had another go. Rather, they had another go there, then they moved into the bedroom where Ginny insisted she really did have to get dressed, but Draco provided enough persuasion against that. Ginny, a little irritated at her lack of will, finally got her jeans on before deciding to seek revenge. After giving Draco a painful case of blue-balls (even the Slytherin sex-fiend Malfoy has his limits), she finished getting dressed.
They looked around the room for their things, Draco having already retrieved his wand found nothing else worth finding if he had lost it, so they moved to Ginny's room where she gathered her clothes together and they set off for the lobby.
Deciding it best to eat before the trip home, they left their trunks with a bellhop and went to the restaurant in the hotel. Draco complained off an on about Ginny's revenge, stating that "it was simply far too unfair that a girl could do that to a boy and not vice versa" but quieted once the waitress finally came around. Ginny ordered waffles, Draco eggs benedict, and all was going well until Ginny choked on her hot chocolate.
Draco cocked a brow. "What?" He turned and nearly shattered the glass of orange juice in his hand. Turning back he was visibly fuming. "He follows you everywhere."
Ginny blushed and shrugged, smiling in apology. "I don't like it anymore than you do."
Draco laughed sardonically. "I bet you hired him to stalk you so I'd get jealous and admit I liked you."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes that's exactly what happened, while you were bleeding out of the top of your head, face down in the swimming pool, I snuck him some American money and asked him to stalk me. Draco, you are a genius for seeing through my guise."
Draco muttered about her insolence. "Damn right." Ginny discerned before Jared walked up to them.
"Ginny! Hey, I thought you'd be gone by now. Hey, uh…" Jared blinked with loss of Draco's name.
"Draco." Draco nearly hissed, setting his glass down before he could break it. "And we had to postpone our return home, late night, you know how it goes." Draco smiled.
If Ginny could have shrunk herself and drowned in her hot chocolate she would have at that very moment. Jared just pursed his lips, nodded, said a few last words and a goodbye to Ginny and disappeared among the lunch crowd. Shaking her head she let her forehead fall into her palm. "You drive me bonkers."
Draco merely shrugged and sipped at his orange juice until their food came. Conversation stilled as both found that they had worked up quite an appetite between dinner the night before and this meal. Although, it didn't surprise either of them all that much. Draco made a comment about the weight-loss benefits of sex and Ginny kicked him beneath the table.
"What?"
"Not in public Draco, really."
"Oh, now you're the one schooling me on how to act in public?"
The banter was mixed between stuffing their poor, hungry faces and paying the tab. They walked into the lobby after and were quickly picked up from the driver.
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They met up with Narcissa outside of Lee's and arranged the portkey. The goodbyes between Narcissa and Lee had obviously been done in private and as they swished through the sky Ginny could see a fleeting expression on Lee's face that told of the love that could not fully be expressed. Saddened, she let the portkey take her to the manor and they landed in the same place they had left from.
Their trunks were magicked up the stairs by the house elves and Narcissa requested to hear their stories about America. They told her about the pool, Draco hitting his head (at which Narcissa leaned forward and ran her fingertips over the cut, a particularly sweet moment to Ginny), the American's they had met (which really, Ginny had met and Draco had loathed), the breakfast that morning and nothing more. Truly, nothing else had to be conveyed.
Narcissa dismissed them and went about some business. Before returning to their rooms, Ginny and Draco decided to take a walk through the garden. Draco took Ginny's hand into his once they got to the fountain and for a few moments all they did was walk in silence, fingers entwined.
Passing a variety of flowers, Ginny thought she would love to start planting in the box on her porch, possibly even some of the flowers here in the garden. "What are you thinking about?" Draco asked.
Ginny shook herself free from her thoughts and smiled. "Just gardening, I used to do it with Mum a lot but now I don't really get a chance, I don't have seeds or anything like that. I'd love to garden in that box I've got on the patio but I don't feel like I have the time." She shrugged and looked around again.
Draco stopped and their grasp tugged her back. "What?" She asked, curious as to why he halted so immediately. A smile played on his lips and Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Follow me." He pulled her along as he crossed a few paths Ginny had never been on before, hidden behind bushes or trees. After dodging thorny foliage and other protruding flora, Ginny looked up at the building she had been brought to.
It was a giant greenhouse and inside she could see gardening equipment and other assorted necessities lining the walls. "The house elves use this as storage but you can take some things from here."
Ginny's lips were parted as she walked into the humid structure and looked around. She turned back to Draco and he nodded in assurance. She was off, gathering up assorted things to make her dream garden become a reality. She took only a few minutes but as she came back to Draco things were spilling out of her filled arms. "Help?" He smiled adorably.
Draco assisted her with getting the things back up to her room and was called off to unpack, Lucius would be returning that night and was bringing guests with him. Ginny hated this. She had thought the first night back from America would have been relaxing but this made her think otherwise. She had noticed Draco was usually in a worse mood with his father around, Ginny wasn't particularly eager to see Lucius again (especially after knowing what he did to Narcissa), and to top it all off Lucius didn't know about her and Draco yet.
She wondered if it would be wise to inform him of their relationship, knowing that he more than anyone she had ever known hated Weasley's. The thought of his only son and child dating one would make him squirm. Ginny knew that he wouldn't be able to hurt her without hurting Narcissa but quite frankly she didn't know whether that mattered any.
Realization hit Ginny in the face as she stopped in the hall. She really was in the snake's nest now. Lucius could probably care less about Narcissa's death and the thought that killing Ginny would take care of his wife too wasn't a terrible prospect to a man like him. Feeling sick to her stomach Ginny hurried to her room and hid beneath her covers until she felt safe enough to emerge.
Hoping to distract herself, Ginny began to unpack her trunk which Draco had helped pack and clearly should never do again. Smiling at even the smallest memento of his presence, Ginny began sorting through her things.
It hadn't taken Ginny long before she was finished unpacking her things and closed the top of the trunk. It closed with a "thud" and she sighed, looking around. She would never have thought she would miss the Manor so much. It seemed like the time in America served a number of purposes.
One, it brought her and Draco closer together on many new levels. Two, the mystery of Narcissa started to unravel when Ginny learned about Lee. Day by day the woman was becoming more and more human in Ginny's eyes, regardless of the tyrant she was during lessons. And three, it had solidified her place in Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa wouldn't have brought her on the trip if she hadn't trusted her. Lucius hadn't been at the Manor, he had gone on some sort of trip, and Draco could have easily remained at the Manor as well.
Ginny almost shuddered at the thought of Lucius. She was not looking forward to dinner that night and prayed that she be stricken with some sort of temporary and painless illness to keep her in bed for the night.
Returning to her thoughts of the trip, not wanting to dwell on Lucius (for he would certainly spoil her mood), Ginny thought that she simply could have been left behind and not included in that part of Narcissa's life, but she had been. Also, Ginny was now certain that although the Burrow was her heart, the Manor was now her home (even if Lucius was there too).
She sighed, she couldn't overlook the night coming up.
Looking around, her room soothed her. It was familiar and comforting. She remembered when she had first seen it, waking up after the Ministry attack, and felt like she was in a foreign country altogether. Now it was as if she had walked into some mix of her room from Hogwarts and her room at the Burrow.
The thought of the Burrow tugged at her heartstrings and she willed herself not to cry again. Besides, she had lessons with Narcissa.
Picking up her things from the table she went into the hallway and down the staircase. Narcissa had said to meet her in the drawing room before studies so they could look over the news. Narcissa always liked Ginny to stay up with current events. 'A lady of society is always well-informed even on the most gruesome things, they let you make good decisions, especially about who you keep company,' Narcissa would say.
Ginny took the last few steps in one and turned the corner to find she was staring directly into the face of Severus Snape.