I Still…
A/N I've been working on a lot of one-shots lately, as a way to perk up my writing. I haven't written in a while and I feel as though the more practice I can get, the better. I've been working pretty hard on making this story better, and I haven't been getting too many reviews, but I have been getting a lot of people putting my story on their favorites lists and alert lists, which I really appreciate. However, reviews are really helpful in telling me what I'm doing right and wrong here. Don't be afraid of hurting my feelings! Anyway, now that I've talked your ears off, read and enjoy!
In the most attentive manner he had ever found himself able to utilize, Draco gently lay Ginny's head gently against the fluffy pillows he had placed by the headboard of his plush bed just for this kind of occasion.
His lips never left hers as he slid one hand under her body and under the back of her shirt. He gently caressed the skin just above her bottom. She giggled into his lips, though nervousness was coursing through her veins.
Draco kissed his way down her neck, stopping to gently suck on her shoulder. "You okay Sugar?" he whispered, lazily sliding his eyes up to hers, drinking in every inch of her lovely skin, freckles and all. He had anticipated this moment for weeks, but he never thought that he would be the one who was nervous! He had done this dozens of times before, but with Ginny it was different. With her it was...
She nodded, her body with a mind of its own. "I'm alright…" Although she knew her shaky voice betrayed her.
"Nervous?" he asked, his fingers reaching up to stroke her cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to her chest, moving his way down to kiss her stomach.
She felt her eyes widen, and she gulped harder than she meant to. "I-I... Um...No."
"It's okay Sugar, I promise. It's just me. You never have to be afraid of me." His voice was stronger than he meant for it to be.
Ginny nodded and looked away, doing her best to hide her face in the pillows.
"Oh no you don't little lady," he said, moving his body over her quickly, so that his forehead was pressed against hers. He leaned down and captured her lips with his, gently easing her lips open with his own. Once he was satisfied her face was in place, he leaned back, looking into her eyes.
"B-but, I don't want you to see me…" she said, pressing her face softly against his neck until he pulled himself away.
He took her face into his hands and tilted her until she was forced to look at him. "Why would you deprive me of seeing that beautiful face of yours? That is just cruel and unusual punishment, miss."
She shrugged. "Well… I don't want you to see me blush."
He smirked. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll lose all of those inhibitions and you'll be telling me exactly what you want me to do to you in vivid details. Once you've reached that point, you'll have to use brute force to keep me away from you."
He leaned down and before she could really understand what was going on, hid head disappeared under the blankets.
No matter how I hide it
Can't deny it
Just can't let you go
-I Still, BSB
"Darbus Nathaniel Smucker how could you?"
Darby held onto his flaming red cheek with a mixture of shock and anger. He hadn't expected Hermione to hit him, nor had he expected to land into the window of her Book Shop.
"Listen ma'am, I really don't think you understand our situation, so maybe you should calm down and we can talk about this like grown ups."
Hermione held her wand up toward the hussy's face. "I think you want to watch your mouth."
Darby reached out and took Hermione's arm. "Come on Hermione, you know this is all just a silly misunderstanding. Don't rush to any conclusions and do something you're going to regret later! This would crush Gin. Don't confuse her and ruin everything we've built."
Hermione thrust his arm away from hers with a look of disgust plastered all over her face. "Oh no, you're not going to put this back on me. Nice try, but no cigar. She's going to find out about this, and there's nothing you can say to make me think otherwise."
"Well you said you were leaving your old lady anyway, so why not just let her know now? Are you his mother ma'am?"
Hermione felt her face get hot. "I believe I told you to watch your mouth."
The much taller girl took a step toward Hermione, large breasts so high up they were practically under her chin. "Oh yeah? And what exactly do you th-"
Before another word had the chance to come from her mouth, the girl was gone.
"Okay Hermione, where did you put her?" Darby asked, spinning in circles. "And I never told her I was leaving Ginny. I would be an idiot to leave such a wonderful woman."
Hermione shook her head. "It doesn't matter what you said. You two are obviously familiar. This isn't the first time you've cheated, and if you try to argue with me I swear to Merlin there's going to be a problem. I'm not an idiot. I refuse to sit around and watch you treat my best friend like a piece of garbage!"
"Please don't tell her Hermione. Please? I'll do anything, just don-"
She held up a hand, halting him mid-sentence. "Oh I wasn't intending to tell her. I'm not that kind of person Darby, you should know that by now. No, I'm not even going to bring it up. That's because you are."
His eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. "Excuse me?"
"Quidditch training starts in three weeks? If she doesn't know by then, rest assured that I will tell her myself."
"Purely out of curiosity of course, what did you do with Angela? Where did you send her?"
Hermione squashed a fly that buzzed past her face with a grin. "No place important."
Ginny slid and nearly fell onto the marble of the kitchen floor as she chased Abigail around the kitchen with the light pink feather duster that had come with last year's Halloween costume. "Come back here big butt! I'm going to get you and tickle the heck out of you!"
The baby shrieked in excitement, sliding under the kitchen table and then landing in the corner of the room, tipping over the laundry basket. She made her way back to her feet and tried running again, but Ginny caught her around her waist.
"Oh no you don't!"
A knock at the door startled them both. The two looked at each other.
"Who is it?" Ginny shouted from where she was, followed by a loud "Who you!" There was still no response.
Ginny rolled her eyes and went to the door, opening it. "Hell- Um…Hello?" She placed the baby down behind her, then stepped ahead to block her from view of anything that may or may not have been trying to get inside.
Ginny looked all around, but there was nobody. That was when she saw it… Dangling from her doorknob was a strapless black ballgown with a lace trailed corset bodice. She picked it up and felt her jaw fall. It was gorgeous… It was lace, studded with...
She gasped. There were diamonds all across the bodice of this absolutely exquisite dress! She felt her heart pounding in a manner that she had never before felt.
Sure she had money, but she was never the type of woman who spent it frivolously. She had grown up poor and due to this fact tended to hoard her money as best as she possibly could. Much of her salary went back to her parents, but very few people knew that.
She turned around to show the very impatient little girl that was tugging at her pajama pants exactly what all the fuss was about.
"Abbers, look!"
The baby clapped her hands and waddled forward to touch the dress. " So pwetty auntie…" She spun in a circle, wrapping her whole body around the soft material.
Ginny looked around once more, still very confused as to where the dress could have possibly come from. "Where in the bloody hell…"
"Ooh auntie!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "So sorry to have offended you, Mother Theresa. What ever can I do to make it up to you?"
The little girl swayed her body with a naughty gleam in her eye before turning around to run in the opposite direction. "Can't get Abby! Can't get her!"
"I just wish I could have been there in that room to see the look on her face when she opened the door and saw that dress! That must have been epic!"
Draco shrugged. "I do too but at least you have the option of going over there and talking to her about it."
Blaise shrugged. "Oh yes because it won't look obvious if a virtual stranger who happened to go to school with her and now occasionally attends the same parties just knocks on her door, asking about mysterious packages. Yes, that happens all of the time, doesn't it?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Wait... That's an idea! An absolutely perfect idea!"
"Oh shut up! Merlin…Just go up to her door, and as soon as she opens it, say 'I am Draco Malfoy. Kiss me now.' And she'll just about swoon and jump into your arms and-"
Draco shook his head. "Zabini first of all, Fabio isn't on the cover of this one. And you didn't even give me the chance to share my ingenious plan! Now shut up and let me explain before I lose it and blame you for the rest of my life."
He rolled his eyes. "You've got no sense of romance Malfoy!" When Draco gave him a dirty look, he responded with "Well fine then, what do you suggest? And it had better be good. I could be upstairs with my wife right now. I hear the tub running, and you know how the scent of bubble bath gets to my senses..."
Darby was sitting at the bar of the dingy restaurant, swirling the ice around in his glass. This was his seventh drink, and yet he still felt like he needed another dozen or so of them. His jig was officially up. He was screwed beyond belief, and there was not a thing he could do about it. He was being forced to tell Ginny about his rendezvous with the other women because of that damned Hermione Granger twit…
Not that he didn't ever think this would come up; he did. He just wasn't prepared for it to happen this soon. He had been messing around on Ginny since before their engagement, and this was the way he liked it. He had a wife at home to make him look good, and girls all over the place to make him feel good. This was an arrangement that most men would kill for, and he just had it!
There had never been any real passion between Ginevra and himself, in his opinion. He just felt that she was someone to keep him company when he was home, a few mediocre fucks and that was all.
There was no denying that his wife was lovely...It was unbelievable how talented and rich they both were, and yet she was just too simple... Chasing her was fantastically fun, but once he caught her, it was instantly boring as all hell. It was wonderful having the woman that every man in the wizarding world wanted, but to have her alone...
She was hardly the kind of beauty that a man like he deserved. He liked himself some leggy brunettes but he hardly enjoyed a wife nearly half his size! He shuddered at the thought of their last love making session. She was good enough for a few moments but just the thought of touching her made him sick to his stomach.
He rolled his eyes as he waited for his most recent date. He was going to tell her about his wife and how she was soon going to find out about all the women in his life... He rolled his eyes and wiped his forehead. A divorce was unheard of in his family. Purebloods don't divorce. They just don't.
He grinned when Ciara sat before him. "Hey baby! I've been thinking about you all day."
A light tap at the door startled Ginny out of her deep sleep. She rolled over, doing her best not to wake up her snoring, drunken husband. She leaned off the side of her bed, slid on her pink slippers and stretched as she walked down the steps. When she caught sight of the clock on the wall, she was shocked. It was way too early in the morning for anyone in their right mind to be awake, let alone knocking at her damned door.
"Who is it?" she said a little louder than she had meant to.
There was no answer, except for another tap at the door that made her shake with nervousness. She clutched to the wand in the pocket of her big fuzzy bathrobe, trying her best not to accidentally zap a hole into the soft fabric.
"Hello? Is there anyone there? What the hell is going on with this secretive shit tonight?"
She opened the door, only to see a newspaper on her doormat. She sighed. Why they thought leaving the paper at two in the morning was a good idea, I will never understand.
She walked down the stairs and plopped herself onto her dragon-leather couch. Oh how she hated this damn thing... It wasn't her idea to buy it, it was her husband's idea.
Picking up the magazine from the center of the Sunday paper, Ginny flipped through the pages.
Apparently the Zabini family was having a ball... They had taken out a full two page ad, and listed everyone who was invited, as though that was a good idea. It was normal for pureblood families to announce invitations instead of actually issuing them, and this had always seemed like a stupid custom to Ginny, especially when there had been a war going on. It seemed that the rich had many secrets, but no interest in privacy.
Ginny rolled her eyes as she saw her name. Before she had money, she was never invited to anything, but these days everyone seemed to be interested in her company. She never really went to these events, but she got endless invitations.
That was when she realized that her name wasn't with all of the others. It had its own special place.
As a special treat to all of our guests, Chudly Cannons Seeker Ginevra Smucker will be joining us!
She huffed and puffed, her anger evident in her face, though nobody was there to be afraid at the moment. Had Abigail been awake, she would have refereed to this as the Red Auntie face.
The nerve of some people! Just assuming that she would be interested in going to their party because they were the highest up in society! When were they planning on asking her? She didn't just have tons of time on her hands to go to things like these, let alone the amount of time it would require of her to get shoes, and a dress, and-
That was when Ginny remembered her brand new dress... The one that had been sent by the mystery fan... She shook her head. This was far too perfectly orchestrated to be a mere coincidence.
She stood up and walked to her coat closet. She had hidden the dress way in the back so Darby wouldn't see it. She shrugged off her robes and took a step into the dress pulling it up over her adequate bosoms. She zipped up the back and walked over to the full length mirror..
She was one of the most modest people she knew. She didn't take compliments about her physical appearance as well as other women in her age group. Being in this dress, however, gave her a sense of pride. Her long mane of curls traced the curves of her back. She had earned the loveliest shape, what with the gross amount of training she had to do. That, mixed with chocolate being her only vice created a rump, a chest, and a flat tummy.
She smiled as she looked herself up and down. Whoever had purchased this dress knew her well. She looked down, startled to see a green tag hanging out of the side. She lifted it to her eyes, hoping that it would give her some hint as to where the dress had come from.
A gasp escaped her lips as she read only two words, hand written in green ink.
I Still...
A/N I think we might actually be nearing the end here... Hmmm... I haven't decided how much longer this story is going to be, but I'm really enjoying the direction this story has taken so far, and I think if I make it as long as I intended from the beginning, I will end up babbling. Anyway, if you liked this chapter I would really appreciate you reviewing it! Also, if you really didn't like this chapter, I think it's even more important for you to review and tell me what's going wrong!
Thanks for reading!