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: There will be graphic smut. Lots. Enough that I may get in twouble. Enjoy.
Author's Note: *Cough cough*. So uh… Ha… life, huh? It's a funny thing. Well, lots happened. Break up, family drama, job, baaaad time with school, new boyfriend, LOTS of fresh drama, and now… the dust has mostly settled. I wish I could deliver you something more lengthy but I really intended on stopping it exactly where it is. I do plan on finishing this! I forbade myself from writing another story until I do and I'll follow through on it I swear!
Also, I will most humbly accept any flames for my flaking.
Without further adieu…
Chapter Sixteen: Eye of the Storm
"Ginny, really," Molly clicked her tongue in disapproval. Shaking her head, her fiery red curls flying about her flushed cheeks, she went back to her cooking. "I expect you to remember the proper behavior for a young lady."
Ginny stared at her mother, jaw slack. "Mum! I like to fly! And Fred and George are really good at it and…" She was cut off by the look her mother shot her.
"This is not open for debate, Ginny. You'll not fly again."
The fog cleared. Clear. Clear. Her mind was clear. Move. No. Pain. Must move.
PAIN!
Ginny couldn't breathe. The book fell from her hands, the tattered black edges making scratchy noises on the stone floor. Her chest felt as if it were about to contract, crushing her lungs. Her body began to burn. "No-"
From the pages fluttering in the breeze she heard his voice, "Yes."
Air. Breathe. Must breathe. Burning. Chest burning. Move. Can't. Must. Can't. Pain.
Harry. Ron. Hermione. Mum. Dad. Fred. George. Bill. Charlie. Percy. Somebody. Draco. Draco. Draco. Help.
Ginny sighed. The leaves moved in the wind, allowing the sun to shine into her eyes. Frowning, she clamped her eyes shut. How long had she been wasting herself on Harry bleeding Potter? How long had she wanted what all those foolish romance novels had told her she could have? Realizing that her love for Harry Potter was about as real as the possibility of everyone being an opposite gender, her world immediately refocused into something new. The shackles had been thrown off-
Dammit, Ginny, MOVE!
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Draco found her in the library.
He had run around the mansion for Merlin knows how long. His feet were pounding, his back was burning, his chest was struggling to catch a breath. He should have known to look here first. He should have known this is where she would be…
He had gone to her bedroom first. Seen the carnage of what had happened.
Seeing that, he had made a very difficult decision to continue searching for Ginny as opposed to hunting down and murdering Laurent in the worst of ways. Swallowing, gasping for air, he stood up, palm against the doorway. It was then that he saw her. He had to wait for a moment so his heart would stop racing, but instead it just did it for an entirely different reason. He knew this was the worst time, (and in the future he would blame his body for being all too masculine for its own good), but it couldn't be helped. She was standing by the window, arms wrapped around her waist, forehead pressed against the glass. He couldn't see her expression in the glass, for he was too far away, but the way her shoulders slumped, the way she looked like the wall was the only thing keeping her upright, nearly killed him. But it was also the way her body curved, the way the moonlight illuminated the softness of her hair that made his body thrum.
The thought that maybe they could walk out of this where they had left off before his training was making his body tense up in a very good way, calming the bloodlust he had been flooded with earlier. "Ginny," He said slowly.
His heart clenched in his chest as she jumped, almost turned to look at him, then jerked her head back as if she'd been burnt. She cleared her throat. "Draco." He could hear that her voice was thick from crying and he knew, without a doubt, regardless of the length of time in Azkaban he may get, regardless of the death Voldemort may bestow upon him, he was going to kill him in the most graphic and disturbing of ways.
Draco stepped closer to her, and saw her inch into the corner the window and the wall made. Frowning, he stopped. "Ginny don't do this…" He trailed off, running his hand through his hair. "Listen, I just got back from-"
"Stop it!" She shouted, holding herself tighter. "Just stop it! Go away! Leave me alone! I don't want to hear anything you have to say!" She gasped for air, her knees wobbling. "My god Draco, just leave me alone," Her voice fell to a whisper. She shuddered, her hair falling into her face. Irritated by it, she tossed her head back. The moonlight caught her cheek, and the large purple bruise on her skin was illuminated.
Draco never would remember the steps he took towards her, how he took her arms in his hands and turned her to face him. "What did he do to you?" The words may have formed a question but his voice was so close to a growl, it made Ginny pull away from him. He saw then, the extent of what Laurent had done to her. First, the only thing keeping her from falling to the ground were his hands. Her face was a swollen patchwork of cuts and bruises. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
Something in the way that he was looking at her, the way that he was so absolutely frightened by what had happened to her, enraged her.
She pushed away from him, landing on the ground on her knees. "Don't you dare look at me like that! Don't you dare look at me like you care! You made it perfectly clear you didn't!" She hugged herself, pulling in every raw emotion before it spilled out of her.
Draco fell to his knees in front of her, grabbing her to him like she was a scared child. Ginny fought against him as best she could, pushing her palms into his chest but getting no where. "Ginny, stop it and listen to me!" Draco grabbed her wrists, pinning them to his chest. "I just spoke with my mother. She told me this whole thing is one of my father's elaborate plans to break us up."
At this, Ginny stopped moving entirely. "What?"
Draco sighed, loosening his grip on her wrists. "I went to training, in December." Ginny nodded when Draco paused. "We were writing each other, and then all of a sudden your letters stopped." Ginny opened her mouth to protest but Draco cut in before she could. "My father had been stopping them." He took a deep breath. "He forged the owl you got, the one telling you I wanted to break up. He stopped your owls from coming to me. I finally broke down and apparated her to see you myself when I saw you and…" His face grew hot with anger. "I don't even know what you thought you were doing with the likes of him," He bit out, sneering.
Ginny frowned bitterly. "I thought he was a nice man at the time, all right?"
Draco gaped at her. "That? That is a strategically shaved chimpanzee! Not a man! Look at what he did to you…" He trailed off, lightly touching a place on her cheek that wasn't off-color.
He felt the hot wetness of her tears slide beneath his fingertip, and his eyes were drawn up to the glistening brown in hers. "How can you look at me like that when you're engaged?" She barely whispered.
Draco's lips quirked. "I promise you Ginny, had I known the truth of the situation, I wouldn't have even looked in Pansy's direction."
Ginny almost sneered. "Is that supposed to make everything better then? You get with Pansy then all of a sudden it's 'my daddy made us hate each other let's get back together'?"
Draco started back as if he'd been struck. "Ginny I didn't mean it like that. I just thought since we'd been played like chess pieces we could at least try to right the situation."
Ginny glared up at him, tears falling over her cheeks. "And how do we do that, Draco, hmm?" Her voice was shaking. "How do we right the situation?" She shook her head, tugging her hands away from him and trying to stand. "Just leave me alone. You've got Pansy now."
Draco's temper flared inside him, and he caught Ginny's hand before she could hobble off. Standing to full height, he pulled her against his body, one hand around her wrist, his other arm firmly around her waist. "You think I'd rather be with Pansy than just be alone? I came home from training and saw you cuddled up with that French bastard. What was I supposed to do? Pine over you? I'd spent too much damn time doing that when I thought you were just ignoring me. And for your information, now that I know the truth, the engagement is off."
Ginny widened her eyes, staring up at Draco. "Why?"
Draco stared down at her. "Is that a real question?"
Ginny swallowed, but it stung, her throat sore. "Why? Why break off the engagement? What's changed?"
Draco groaned. "Ginny, haven't you heard anything? I don't even remotely like Pansy. I love you."
It was the finality of the way he said those last words that made Ginny's heart nearly skip a beat. "If you didn't like her, how could you have been with her?"
Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"
She looked away, eyes on the floor. "I mean, weren't you physical with her?"
Draco sneered. "Absolutely not."
"How do you know?"
Draco cocked his head. "Because I'd not been drugged. What kind of question is that? I'd have known if we were physical."
Ginny smiled despite herself, peering up at Draco through her eyelashes in a way that made his throat constrict. "I mean how do you know you love me?"
Draco couldn't fight back his smile either, and dropped her wrist, opting to run his knuckles softly against her jaw. "Because you have a disgusting ability to occupy my every thought. Because every time I saw you since I'd been back, I couldn't help but know I still wanted you, even after being tricked into a false situation. Because at night I'd wake up to the whisper of your voice against my ear, and it wasn't until I was fully awake, and knew it wasn't happening that I'd hurt again." He took her hand, laying her palm against his chest over his heart. "Do you feel that Ginny?" She nodded. "That's for you. Everything in this body, everything I am and will ever be is for you. I know that now, if there was ever a question in my mind."
"Oh, Draco…" Ginny trailed off, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him close. She hissed, pulling back and cradling her cheek in her hand. "Bloody hell," She muttered.
Draco clenched his jaw. "Let me heal these…" He trailed off, digging in his pants for his wand. He pulled it out and immediately set away on healing her cuts and bruises. At first he was at a loss of where to start, what with her body covered with an assortment of injuries. He decided, then, on the biggest, then to work from the top down. Finding it difficult to see clearly in the light, Ginny found herself having to almost lay down as Draco scoured her body for injuries. Once he was nearly done, he had her stand. "See if you can walk around a bit."
Ginny nodded, and hesitantly started taking steps. Crying out, a bolt of pain shooting up from her left knee, she grabbed on to the edge of a table to keep herself partly upright. "I don't think you got them all," She muttered through clenched teeth.
Draco was at her side, sitting her on the table. Slowly, he dragged the tip of his wand down her pant leg, the denim ripped apart as if by a sharp knife. From the middle of her thigh down, there was a slit so he could properly look at her leg. Kneeling in front of her, he braced her thigh on either side with his hands, turning it slightly to get a better look at her thigh and knee under the moonlight. "There's a bruise on your knee, it's pretty swollen."
Ginny nodded, watching him work, it was mesmerizing. "I slammed my knee into the floor trying to run away. I was too sore to." She looked away.
Draco touched his wand to her knee, and within seconds she felt the sensation of cold water on her joint. Sighing as the pain started to dissipate, she closed her eyes. The small circles his wand was making reminded her of the gentle way he used to caress her back, or how he'd run his fingers through her hair. The memory made her shiver. The feeling of his hands sliding up her thigh made her shiver, though, too.
Her eyes opened and she looked down at Draco. He was still on his knees, hands holding onto her thigh, but his attention was on her face. Something in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, the way the moonlight through the windows made his hair shine like the moon was inside of him, not in the sky, made goose bumps rise on her flesh.
"Ginny," He breathed, the air leaving his mouth in a puff, crawling across her leg. She shivered. Slowly he lowered his lips to her knee, leaving a circle of kisses around the former location of her bruise. He stopped, eyeing her from where he was. The look in his eyes made her gasp. The mixture of heat and desire, hunger and lust, he was looking at her like she was a filet and he'd been starving for a year.
Her throat tightened a bit, her body growing warm. Time froze, it seemed. She could see him perfectly for a moment, the angle of his jaw, the bow in his lip, the lines of green in his eyes, the way his neck tensed from the strain of looking up at her. She felt her eyes widen in want. He stood, closing the distance between them until his lips met hers. It was light at first, almost as if instead of kissing, he was merely resting his lips on hers. Then his lips began to move, his tongue darted out and massaged hers. Her hands found their way to his blonde hair, winding through the strands as if to permanently fix herself to him.
One of his hands held her hair in a fistful, the other was dragging her closer to him by the small of her back. It was all wet lips, dashing tongues, and teeth for a bit, their bodies warming against one another. Finally, Draco broke their kiss, his lips falling to her neck, dragging his lips and teeth across her skin. Beneath him, Ginny shuddered, moaning lightly from the back of her throat. Grasping her hip roughly, he pulled her flush against him so she could feel just how his body had reacted to her.
She could feel him, long and hard pressing into her stomach. The thought of her being the one responsible for that made heat pool between her legs. Biting her bottom lip, she dug down, grabbing his belt and ridding him of it. His expression showed nothing but need, raw unabashed desperation as he pulled her jumper off of her, ripped her jeans so he merely had to pull them down one leg instead of both. His shirt fell to the floor with her clothes. He kicked off his shoes, letting her shove the waistband of his trousers down his hips and thighs. He shivered.
Her hot kisses found his collar bone, his shoulder, the crook of his neck. Her mouth explored the expanse of skin she could reach, her hands the rest. Once she was sure she had properly memorized his chest, every last corded muscle and newly acquired scars, her hand disappeared into his boxers where it wrapped firmly around him. Draco let out all of his breath, nearly falling on top of her, forehead pressing into her shoulder. "God Ginny, don't do that or I won't last long."
His words made her blush, but also made her bolder. Pushing him back a little, she stood from the table, her knee giving her little trouble. Slowly, she went to the floor, kneeling in front of him. His eyes were wide, his lips parted, his shuddering breaths ushered her on. She pushed his boxers to the floor, pressed her palms into his legs as she moved her hands up from his ankles. Lightly, she pressed her fingertips into his hips, testing him. He closed his eyes, hands grasping the table top behind her. Slowly she leaned in and licked him from base to tip.
His legs shook but he stayed standing. He swallowed then exhaled. He'd been holding his breath. Ginny repeated this a second time, earning her a breathless moan. Smiling slightly, she let her tongue cover the tip of him as she slid her lips around him. "Ginny!" He gasped, trying desperately to control his breathing. He couldn't fool her though. His skin was taught and warm. She knew, without a doubt, it had been a while since he'd been with someone. She didn't need to ask, he had been telling the truth. In fact, he probably hadn't been with anyone since her. Feeling her insides come alive, she took all of him inside her mouth, feeling him press against her throat. He cried out, but still didn't meet release. Pulling back, dragging her tongue and lips, she made him writhe.
Once she was properly removed from that part of his anatomy, Draco wasted no time getting her back on the table. Her bra was of minimal trouble, her panties even less. He didn't bother trying to remove them, instead merely snapping them with an abrupt pull. For a moment Draco stared down at the space between them, a multitude of emotions crossing his face. She could tell he was wondering whether to give in to his desperate want and just bury himself in her, or to move slow and make it romantic. "Draco, we'll have time for romance later."
Draco's eyes moved up to hers. For a moment Ginny thought he'd simply disappear inside of her, but she was wrong. "Ginny," his voice was rough. "I haven't done this in so long. Been with you in too long. I'm doing this right." Ginny's breath left her in a gasp as his lips captured a pointed pink nipple. Without pretense, his fingers invaded her. A cry left Ginny's lips as her hips bucked up against his palm, her hands grabbing for his shoulders, hair, neck, anything.
His hand was warm, and still remembered what to do to make her lose her mind. She was so drunk on his touch she didn't notice how his mouth had moved down until his tongue darted out against her. "Oh god Draco, please," She moaned.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk behind her, her eyes slammed shut, her body began to tingle. It was as if every part of her that had died while he was gone had suddenly revived. Every cell in her body was thrumming with an eager vibration to climax. To make him climax. To be one with him again. Just as she was about to slip over the edge, Draco pulled his hand away and buried himself to the hilt. It was all Ginny needed to see stars. He waited until she nodded, until she had basic control over her body before rocking back and forth.
The rhythm their bodies made caused the desk to creak against the floor of the library. In the silence of the library their hurried breathing, slapping flesh, and the movement of the desk echoed off the stone walls. For what seemed like eternity their orgasms were just building as if they'd never come until finally, as if choreographed, they both fell against each other in waves of pleasure.
With Draco's mouth against her ear releasing hot gasps of air, her skin was quickly covered in goose bumps. Shivering in the now suddenly cool air of the library, she nestled herself against Draco's warm chest. Tears stung her eyes. "I don't understand how I can love you so much," She murmured.
A charming laugh escaped Draco, his chest rumbling. "If you think loving me is confusing you should feel loving you. It's the most occupying emotion I've ever had."
A smile pulled at Ginny's lips and she trailed kisses along his collarbone. "Let's run away from here. Let's just leave this place."
Draco stilled above her. Pulling himself up, he inspected her expression for a moment. "Would you? Would you run away with me?"
Reaching up, Ginny brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. "I'd follow you anywhere."
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It took two hours for them to finally split up. Ginny rushed directly to her room in order to pack. She had no idea what to pack, though, and spent a good deal of time simply throwing things onto her bed and attempting to figure out what to take. She worried constantly that somehow the clothes could be tracked, that Lucius had gone to such great lengths to ruin her life that he'd have her followed through a spell on a tag or whatnot.
Instead of donning any of her new wardrobe, she grabbed the few things she had from home. She slipped on her bright red jumper, her worn and dirtied pair of jeans. With her trainers tied, she stood from her bed, turning to examine her room. It was chaos. The house elves had not cleaned the mess from earlier that day. Chairs were toppled in the small sitting room, her bed covers were strewn about the floor, glass was scattered along the floor against the wall from when she tossed a vase. Shuddering, she hefted up the suitcase from her bed.
With a vigor she began tossing things haphazardly into it, sleeves and cuffs hanging out at odd angles. Once she'd managed to fit everything in she could she began stuffing every loose end into the trunk, shoving it down as best she could. She had just clasped it when she heard a voice clear behind her. "An early vacation?" Lucius Malfoy asked, eyebrow raised.