Just thought I'd warn you, this chapter's on the dirtier side, but it's nothing too bad :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

I show up at The Three Broomsticks wearing a semi-formal muggle dress, to find Draco already waiting. He manages to pull of the slicked back hair, which most people can't, and his shirt brings out his eyes.
"Well...you look lovely tonight." he says, somewhat awkwardly. Then, getting back into his Malfoy self, "Too bad the dress is muggle made." I glare at him, making him laugh. His laugh is sort of nice when it's not directed at a friend. We walk inside and sit at a cosy table in the corner, which has a cushioned bench on one side, and curtains. The curtains are charmed so that we can see out, but no one else can see in, or hear us. I leave the curtains open, for now.
"So Malfoy, how is your family?"
"Well, Scorpio is like his father, dashingly handsome, quick witted, cunning-"
"A Gryffindor?" I'd heard Harry mention it.
"A slight bump in the road on his path to glory!" he says dramatically. I roll my eyes
"So you don't mind?"
"Do you mind that your son is a Slytherin?"
"Good point. But when I asked how is your family, I also meant your wife."
"Ah. My wife. She's...let's just say that if I tell you that she's alive and well, that's a bad thing."
"Things not good at home? I've heard Astoria's very good with a wand."
"She's good with hexes, at any rate."
"Why did you marry her?"
"It was arranged long ago, that happens for many purebloods. You and your family of blood traitors are lucky in that case."
"I thought you were over all the name calling?"
"Well, you'll always be a blood traitor to me." he says jokingly, "Ow!" he yelps, rubbing his arm where I just punched him.
"So things not good at home, I'm sorry to hear that." I'm not at all sorry. "I wish I could help you, in some way."
"No, this kind of thing I can handle. But that reminds me, I've never thanked you for what you did for me in the sixth year." This is heading in the right direction!
"It was no trouble, I could see that you needed help, you were going through a rough time.
"Yeah, death threats from the Dark Lord are only me going through a rough time."
"Death threats?"
"You didn't actually think I wanted to do that, did you? My parents were terrified, they MADE me get the mark. My mom tried to get me out of my task using Snape, but I was scared I'd be hurt if someone found out Snape was helping me. I was just so scared, I didn't want to do any of it, I just wanted to have a normal year, with no special assignment. But I couldn't get out of it, any of it. Not being a death eater, not being a pureblood, not being a Slytherin. I was so desperate for someone to talk to, I went to Murtle! I wanted another life, a simpler one, and you helped me have one for a few minutes. I'd actually had a weird crush on you at that point, making it even better. I don't think I'd be here if it wasn't for you, I was so close to breaking at that point-" he stops, out of air, then blushes from embarrassment over his long rant. I blush over the part about his weird crush, even though it will make my job tonight easier.
"It's not fair when you have your life chosen for you. That much you and Harry have in common. But there are more important differences between you two. You're more "every man for himself" than Harry. Also, Harry's overly noble. To the point of being annoying." Although if he'd been a little more noble about his vows, I wouldn't be complaining.
"Yeah, how are you and Harry?"
"We're okay, you know, the kids are gone, so we can relax more. But, can you keep a secret?"
"Sure?" I lean in to whisper to him, even though it's so loud, it's not necessary.
"I think the spark we used to have it gone. I don't feel it anymore. And I see him looking at other girls sometimes." That's an understatement, but Draco doesn't need to know the whole truth.
"Leave him, he doesn't deserve you." he says angrily, but then blushes again.
"Is that an insult to my husband, or a compliment to me?"
"You know I love insulting your husband."
"You know, I'm so fed up, I wouldn't mind insulting him either right now."
"Oh goodie! I'll go first! Hey Potter, ummmm does your scar make you feel attractive, because it's not!...?"
"You've really lost your knack for this. Let me try: Harry, Malfoy's eyebrows turn me on more than you these days!"
"Really now?" he smirks.
"Oh definitely!" I laugh.
"No really, are you serious?"
"You know, at this point, yes."
"So is that an insult to your husband, or a compliment to me."
"You decide." I slide closer to him, making my move. "So you know that weird crush you had on me? Well maybe it's not so weird." I lean in and kiss him, hard. He pulls back at first, surprised, but then leans in, pressing his lips against mine. He pulls back again.
"Wait! Curtains." I slide over, pulling them closed. As I pull the curtains closed, I mutter a charm. The charm connects all the walls in my house to this curtain. So, if I'm right, it should turn the curtains into a sort of camera, and the image will appear for the viewing of Harry. I know it's sinking low, but if it will destroy Harry after what he did to me, I really don't give a shit. I sit on the table and slide over to Draco, leaning down, kissing him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Harry tastes like spit. Draco tastes like chocolate frogs and fire whisky. If Draco kisses like a man, Harry kisses like my great aunt Muriel. I pull Draco up, and drag him down across the table with me. He's on top of me, and I smirk, thinking of how much pain Harry must be in right now, as Draco and I rip off clothes. My dress tears, but it was cheap anyways.

I let Draco touch me, caress me, stroke me. When it's my turn, I get creative. I do things I've never done with Harry, for fear of hurting him or myself. But I want him to want me, to wish it was him under me, and not Draco, so I do it. I try not to scream at first, but then I think that it will make Harry even more desperate. And also, it was getting hard not to, Draco is pretty fucking good at this. Harry was too gentle, but that's not a problem with Draco. I'm scared he's gonna break me, he's grinding so hard. But I'm making him scream too, so if sex was a war, we would be pretty even. And then it's over, and we both lie panting on the table, exhausted from the work. I grin though, right at the curtains. I want to make sure Harry knew I'd enjoyed every minute of it. And I had.
I pull on my torn dress, and watch greedily as Draco's skin disappears under clothing. I crawl across the table, and briefly consider going for a double, but I think this one time was so perfect, I wouldn't want to mess it up with a sloppy second.
"Let me." I tie his tie, rather adeptly.
"You're better at that than any guys I know." he grins.
"Harry never did learn to tie a tie, he told me not to tell anyone that." I grin again at the curtains.
"Ginny, I have to say, that was the most amazing time I've ever had, you were amazing."
"Right back at you." I smirk, leaning into his lap, and twisting his hair in my fingers absent-mindedly.
"Ginny, I never got over my crush, and it's grown. I couldn't do anything because of the war, Potter, and my engagement, and quite honestly, I thought you deserved better than a slave to the Dark Lord. But now that that's over, both of us are married. But I still can't help loving you, Ginny." I get wide eyed. What have I done? He's not supposed to love me, he was supposed to fuck me and leave! That's what guys do! That's what Malfoy does! But I can't let on, I have to play this up, with Harry watching.
"I love you too Draco, I think I always have. Harry was always the second choice, after you. I was just too scared to tell you how much I wanted you." I think I went a little over the top, because Malfoy starts kissing me again, but this time I'm scared. Scared of what I've done. "Draco, I'm sorry, I have to go. Harry will suspect, I didn't tell him who I was going out with tonight. But when I'm home, I'll be thinking of you."
"That's cheesy," is his reply. I laugh, and grab my bag. I slide around the bench, and pull open the curtains. I mutter the counter-charm for the curtains as I leave, and I walk out of the bar with my buttons messed up or undone, a rip down the back of my dress, smudged makeup, and a huge grin at the thought of Harry's tortured face awaiting me at the door.

Please forgive me for the middle-end section of this, if that isn't your cup of tea :) it's key to the plot of the story though! okay, so about reviewing...this story has a grand total of 1 reviews, so i'm feeling sorta sad right now, especially since I got a bunch of favorites and alerts for it. So, as usual, the review button is right below this sentence, and pressing it would make my day :D