long update today! there's so much going on in this chapter. enjoy!
Draco stroked his chin as he read the note from Ginevra. He smirked; her anger was evident through four short words. He lounged back on his expensive leather couch, slowly folding the note over and over several times. He believed she most likely had an inkling of who intercepted her mail, but he knew she would bury that theory deep down inside of her. He knew she would refuse to believe he was in her life again, but he would push and shove his way back in if he had to. As much as he pretended he didn't miss her, his heart had almost leapt out of his chest when he recognized her owl slowly gliding through the air near his flat.
He had quickly opened the window, beckoning to the owl while clucking softly. Pepper remember him at once from endless nights gliding back and forth between his flat and Ginny's house, carrying letters of love to each. Draco softly scratched the back of the owl's neck, reading Lavender's note to Ginny quickly. He frowned at the mention of "that handsome bloke", scowling when Lavender accepted Ginny's offer of free alcohol on Friday. Friday, Draco had mused to himself, glancing at his daybook to check if he had any business going on that would conflict with his plan.
Ginny crawled through the window, scowling as her thin shirt caught on an exposed nail. She reached back through the window, grabbing her tea and cigarettes before situating herself against the roof. She took a drag of the cigarette, tilting her head back as she blew the smoke out. Her eyes found the small rays of the morning light rising over the Muggle town.
Ginny had laid in bed, staring at the boards of the ceiling as she wished sleep to come. After six hours of laying in bed, she decided to make her morning tea and watch the sun rise.
It was a peace she rarely came by. There weren't any screaming children, any rude men trying to feel her up. Her family wasn't there to ignore her existence, and best of all, he wasn't there, staring at her hungrily. She took a deep breath, bringing her tea up to her mouth to take a sip. She paused after feeling the warm liquid slide down her throat, warming her hands around the large red cup. The sun began to rise higher, painting the sky a brilliant orange with red veins lazily shooting upwards.
Ginny frowned as she began to think of her future. For now, all she had going for her was the daycare. She didn't have any other source of income, and she wasn't going to school. Her friends were limited, a side affect of losing almost any connection she had to Hogwarts. Although she loved her kids, she wasn't sure if she wanted to own the daycare for the rest of her life.
She rubbed a knuckle under her eye, smearing her make up from last night. Her whole body felt tired, and she wished she could sleep and not have dreams, but then it was her dreams that kept her awake. It was a viscous circle that exhausted her mentally and physically.
Ginny wrinkled her brow as she held her chin in one hand, resting her elbow on her knee, cigarette held between her pointer and middle fingers. Today was payday for her; as the children left, the parents would leave checks that detailed her weekly services. She would rush to the Muggle bank first, cashing five of the checks and putting the rest in savings before Apparating to Diagon Alley and visiting Gringotts to exchange half of the Muggle money for Galleons, Knuts, and Sickles.
The burn of her cigarette startled her, and she gave a shout of shock as the cigarette left a burn on her arm. The angry little circle pulsed with pain, and Ginny cupped her opposite hand over the burn, squeezing the tea mug between her knees. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood as she scrambled for the window, dropping the mug.
"Shit," she hissed quietly, following the downward spiral of the red cup, wincing when it shattered on the stone patio below. A surge of pain reminded her that she needed to get back into her bedroom to get her wand. She gritted her teeth, pushing her torso through the window before falling and landing on her side. She heard a sickening crack! and whimpered, pushing herself up to a sitting position. She lifted her shirt, already seeing the skin on her ribs purple. The ringing of the doorbell startled her, and she clenched her teeth as she held her side and ran to the door.
"Good morning, Ginny. Tyler's already had half of a banana, so maybe he'll eat a little more later? I'll pick him up around four, if that's okay," Tyler's mother, Anna, chattered away, already digging in her purse for her cell phone as she passed the toddler over to Ginny. She wrapped her arm around him, holding him to her good side as she squeezed out a smile for the busy mother.
"Not a problem, I'll try giving him some cereal in a bit. Have a good day!" Ginny closed the door a little harder than necessary and looked at the sleepy child.
"I think you get to take two naps today," she murmured as she walked to the playpen and lay him down in it, dashing upstairs to grab a bandage. She un-peeled the flesh-toned bandage, ran her arm under water quickly to clean the burn then patted it dry, sticking the bandage on. Ginny pondered healing her ribs herself, then decided against it. She had a flashback of Potter's bone-less arm, shuddering. She definitely didn't want that to happen to her, and no matter how much faith she had in her healing, it would have to wait until later. A knock downstairs alerted her to the arrival of more of her kids.
Four hours later, Ginny was ready to snap. She had brought the kids outside to play in order to wear them out, and immediately regretted it. They screamed as they chased each other, and one little girl squealed when she fell. The tears began falling instantly, and she wailed as Ginny set down her tea and ran to her.
"It's okay, Lacy. It's just a scrape. Here, come with me and I'll make it all better." The little girl's lower lip trembled as she latched onto Ginny's hand. Ginny looked around the small yard quickly, making sure the gate was locked before leading the girl up to the bathroom. She lifted Lacy onto the counter, then rummaged for antiseptic. Ginny dabbed a little bit of the stinging liquid onto a cotton ball, then pressed it to the girl's knee.
Lacy let out a blood curling scream, kicking Ginny in the face as she began crying again. Ginny fell back onto the bathroom floor, staring at the ceiling. Kill me, she pleaded with the gods. Please, please kill me. She gently felt her face, grimacing as her fingers found the tender spot on her cheek bone. At least there wasn't any blood, and at that Ginny sighed in relief.
"M-miss Ginny, I'm s-so sorry I k-kicked you," Lacy bawled, hugging herself tightly.
"It's okay, Lacy. I know it stings. It was an accident, so don't worry." Ginny crouched down and placed a princess bandage on the girl's knee, smiling tiredly as Lacy's eyes lit up upon seeing the blonde princess.
She walked the girl back to the backyard, returning to her chair as she watched the children play. She could almost feel every drop of blood as it passed through the veins and arteries of her head and neck, and Ginny let out a frustrated breath. Why was watching her kids getting so difficult? They used to bring her so much joy, and now they were simply a pain in the arse. It had to be the drugs and alcohol. And the sex. She was doing so much harm to her body, but she loved it. It was becoming difficult to resist cigarettes, and the call of alcohol was nearly deafening. The occasional blunt was fantastic too. Ginny sighed and tucked her legs onto the chair.
Ginny almost sobbed in joy when she closed the door after the last parent four hours later. Her kids were gone for the day, earlier than usual. She lit a cigarette as she went to her bedroom and grabbed her purse, stuffing the checks from the parents inside as she entered the kitchen. Stubbing her fag out in the sink, she slipped on a pair of shoes and locked the back door, Apparating on the back stoop with a small pop!
She arrived in the waiting room of St. Mungo's, glancing around as she ambled to the Welcome Witch. The young girl behind the glass looked up sourly, and with a start Ginny realized it was Pansy Parkinson. Parkinson grinned like a greedy cat as she recognized Ginny.
"Weasley," she said with nauseating sweetness, "what can I do for you?"
Ginny glared at the dark haired witch. "I need a few bones mended," she said, placing a hand on her side.
As much as Pansy wanted to taunt Ginny about her carelessness and clumsy self, she scrawled Ginny's name on a piece of parchment and sent it flying back to the Healers.
"It'll be a few moments. Why don't you take a seat?" Parkinson waved her hand to the rickety chairs that made up the waiting room with boredom. Ginny bared her teeth in a scornful smile, turned and took a seat in the back of the room.
After an hour of being ignored by Parkinson and watching wizards who arrived after her get attention first, Ginny's name was finally called. The Healer who mended her ribs was an elderly wizard who had a tendency to mutter to himself. He poked her side with his wand several times, then mumbled the incantation that Ginny almost used.
"You're all set," he grumbled, motioning for her to leave the room first.
"Thank you," Ginny said pleasantly, frowning as she walked out of the room.
After leaving the joyous environment of St. Mungo's, Ginny back to Muggle London, where she cashed her checks, then Apparated to Diagon Alley. After visiting Gringotts, she wandering the streets of wizarding London for half an hour, glancing at store windows and staring up at the dreary sky. She took a deep breath, almost as if she could breath in the scent of magic like she inhaled air. She missed the wizarding world, that was for sure. Her only magical companion nowadays was Lavender, and the strange men she hooked up with. Speaking of hooking up...Ginny glanced at the nearest clock and started when she realized it was eight o'clock. Already?
She quickly Apparated home and ran upstairs to change into a pair of denim shorts and a tight, low-cut black shirt. She threw on a few silver necklaces, grabbed a pair of red heels and sprang into the fireplace, grabbing a handful of powder and shouting, "Lavender Brown's flat!" before spinning in the green flames. She stumbled out of the smaller fireplace, hopping on one foot as she slipped on one heel.
"Hey Lavender, sorry if I'm late. Ready to go?"
Lavender looked at Ginny amusingly. "Yeah, I'm good. Are we hopping there?"
"Ha, ha. Very funny. C'mon. Who's house is it again?"
"Roger...Davies, I think. He was a few years older than us at Hogwarts. He's sexy," Lavender added with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Ginny laughed and grabbed Lavender's arm, Apparating with her to a huge mansion in the countryside. All of the lights appeared to be on, and music was rattling the window panes.
"Perfect," Ginny whispered in awe, staring at the vast number of people walking to the house. Lavender grabbed Ginny's hand and practically ran with her to the door. They walked in–heads already pounding–to a cloud of smoke. Ginny tried not to greedily breath in the thick air while Lavender dragged her to a room packed with people. She found a glass full of amber liquid being shoved into her hand and immediately drank it in one gulp as Lavender passed a clear glass bottle of Muggle vodka back to her.
The two girls walked through the house, sharing the bottle and watching their former peers. They finally sank into an old couch down in the basement of Davies' house. There were nine other people in the room, eight of them men and one woman who was straddling the man on the far right, sticking her tongue down his throat.
One of the men leaned forward and offered Ginny the cigarette he had taken a long drag from. She accepted it and, upon inhaling, discovered it was marijuana. She almost squealed with excitement and took a deep hit from it, passing it to her left as she held in the smoke. She let it out slowly, savoring the taste of the pot. Her throat was dry now, and she grabbed the bottle from Lavender's limp grasp, taking a big sip and sloshing some of the liquid out of the bottle onto her chest. The man nearest to her right leaned forward and slowly licked the fiery fluid from her skin. She closed her eyes briefly, opening them again as the joint came back to her. Once again, she took a long, deep drag and held the smoke in, almost feeling the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide in her lungs. She turned and let out the smoke above her shoulder, her lips crashing down on the man next to her.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her onto his lap, knotting his hands in her long hair as his tongue delved deep into her mouth. She fought him for dominance, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. After a while they both pulled away and sat panting, staring in different directions. She took another swig from the bottle, successfully emptying it. She shook the bottle as if she could conjure more with her motions, then gently set it on the floor and began giggling. Her laughter died down as her attention shifted to the only light in the room. She sat, staring at the glowing orb in fascination, until a small bottle was thrusted into her hand. She looked up, staring as Oliver Wood sank next to her, pushing the man she had kissed off the couch. Lavender giggled and leaned over.
"Can I have hiccup some?" Wood nodded and Ginny unscrewed the bottle, watching as Lavender took a long swig then passed it back to Ginny. She took a drink, giving it back to Wood. He took his drink, then grabbed Lavender's hand and tugged her over to his lap.
"Sit down," he said roughly, pulling up her shirt. Ginny thought he was going to try to go for second base until he laid Lavender down on her back, balanced on his lap. He poured some of the liquid onto Lavender's naval, then motioned for Ginny.
"Take a bloody body shot," he slurred, pushing her head toward Lavender's abdomen. Ginny sucked up the liquid, snorting as Lavender began to laugh uncontrollably.
An hour later Ginny and Oliver Wood finished off the bottle. Lavender had passed out in a deep sleep half an hour in, and was currently curled against Wood's chest on the couch. Ginny's vision was tripling; she saw thirty people in the room, then she saw one huge person that was actually the blurred result of the twelve people in the room. Everywhere she looked, it took an extra three seconds for her mind to comprehend that she had moved. She stood up shakily and began to sway from one side to the other, moving her hips to an unheard beat. When more people got up and danced she began to sing the words to "Cauldron Full Of Hot, Strong Love" in warbling voice. The music upstairs began to get louder, and the bass thumped down to meet the people in the small room.
A hand glided around her waist, settling on her hips. The person–Ginny thought it was a man–pulled her back to him, pulling her hair off the nape of her neck with his other hand. She gyrated against him, lacing her fingers with his on her waist. He turned her around, and she thought she saw a flash of silver, but passed it off as the lightbulb above them. His knee nudged her legs apart, and soon she was placing his hands on her bum, settling her hands on top of his. She tossed her head back, making her hair crackle with life, and swung her hips slowly back and forth in a tantalizing motion. He pulled her face up to his, turning her head slightly.
"Let's go back to your place," he whispered, kissing her earlobe then placing another kiss on her neck. She nodded, holding tight to his hand as he led them upstairs to a spare bedroom that housed a huge fireplace. He took a pinch of powder and muttered, "Ginny Weasley's house," holding her to him. They spun in a motion that caused Ginny's stomach to churn, and Ginny tripped on the fireplace as they arrived at her house. She ran to the bathroom, kneeling down in front of the toilet and vomiting violently. She wiped her mouth and flushed, then went to the sink and gargled mouthwash. She returned to the bedroom, stumbling a bit, and fell onto the bed.
The man pinned her under him in a second, placing kisses along her collarbone up to her lips. She viciously kissed him, pulling him down to her as she grabbed a fistful of hair. He grunted, slipping a hand under her shirt to gently fondle her chest. She gasped as he pinched a nipple, then pulled her hands away to twist them behind her back, snapping her bra off. The man tugged her shirt over her head, throwing her bra in the corner as he lightly traced the shape of her breasts and her ribs. She thought she saw him frown as he placed a hand over the bruise on her side where her ribs had healed, but she wasn't certain. She reached for his shirt, attempting to undo the tiny buttons. She finally gave up with a frustrated sigh, and tugged the shirt over his head. His faint laughter was cut short by Ginny's nimble fingers undoing his pants. She tugged them down his legs, and he kicked them off with his feet, allowing them to sit on the floor in a pile. Ginny's shorts were quickly disposed of somewhere in her room.
The man dragged a finger from her knee up to her thigh, snapping her panties against her skin before moving his hand up to cup her breast. She groaned, grabbing his strong shoulders. His mouth lowered to her nipple while his other hand gently pinched at the skin of her breast. She began panting as his skilled tongue and mouth worked her aching breasts. He moved a hand down to her panties, outlining the skimpy fabric before tugging them to the side. He scraped her delicate skin with his fingernail, sending a shiver down Ginny's spine before sliding two fingers inside her wet core.
She let out a gasp and he smirked, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her. She began groaning, her hips bucking at his touch. He suddenly withdrew his fingers to her aching disappointment and tugged down the waistband of his boxers, pulling Ginny's hips closer to him. He hovered above her, winking at her before plunging deep inside her. She moaned loudly, grasping at the sheets beneath her as he steadily increased his speed. He filled every inch of her up, and she could feel everything.
"Oh!" Ginny whimpered as he placed a finger on her pulsing button of nerves. He grunted a reply, shivering as Ginny wrapped her legs around his back. He placed his hands on her hips that were now off the mattress, and moved them back to grab two handfuls of Ginny's firm bum. She let her arms rest above her head, her cries growing louder as the man increased his speed. He clenched his teeth together as Ginny began screaming in ecstasy, shuddering as his own climax overtook him.
"Ginny," he groaned, stopping his thrusts to hold her hips tight against him. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly unwrapped her legs, rolling to the other side of the bed. He surrounded her body with his own as he tugged the sheet over them, resting a hand on Ginny's side and placing the other under his head. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a smile; he could have sworn that as she climaxed, Ginny had whimpered his name:
"Draco!"
a/n: sorry if there's any typos, i'm kinda rolling right now and i'm also really tired. told you there'd be d/g interaction in this chapter!