Love, Interrupted by CharmedLife19

Rating: R
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 19/07/2006
Last Updated: 19/07/2006
Status: Completed

Perfectly content with secret encounters in the night, they never planned to fall in love. Then
again, they never planned on getting caught either.




1. Love, Interrupted
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**Love, Interrupted**

“I can take care of myself, I need no help from you. I'm not some fragile little girl
anymore, so stop treating me like one!”

Those had been the words from her mouth only minutes before as she turned to stomp out of the
Gryffindor common room. She felt only a twinge of guilt as she recalled the look on her
brother's face. He looked as if he had been slapped.

She couldn't have them be suspicious, though. Merlin only knew what would happen if they
knew the truth.

Her thoughts were silenced hastily as her arm was grabbed and her back was pushed into the wall.
Her lips were claimed in a searing kiss, which ended as soon as it had begun.

“You're late.” The words were deep and husky. She shivered from the heated tone of his
words.

“My brother-”

“Let's not ruin the mood.”

She smiled as he dragged her willingly into the opened portrait hole just a meter away.

“I feel honored that you would actually come out and greet me.”

“I was mildly worried when you failed to show. You're never late.” His face was devoid of
worry or concern, but she knew not to trust his expression. He didn't know how to show his
concern. Showing emotion was not something taught within the walls of Malfoy Manor. That was okay
with her, she loved him anyway.

“Too many words,” she silenced him with her lips as she pushed him into his chambers.

She wasn't exactly sure when or how she had came to love this king of ice. It came
unexpected, much like their late night meetings.

It was meant to be a one-night stand between a hormonal sixth year and a curious fifth year. A
year later that one-night stand had turned from a series of sexual encounters to a relationship
that actually meant something.

Their skilled ability to turn the other on had progressed into a scorching need. They
couldn't get enough of each other.

He had found this feeling odd - having never needed anything, anyone, before. Before her, he had
never wanted a witch in his bed for more than one night.

She was different from anyone he had ever met or been with. Her power over him both frightened
and excited him.

Never tiring of her, he was more than willing to let their affair continue through eternity.

Lips and tongues tangled and played as hands roamed and caressed. It had taken merely seconds
before they had been devoid of their clothing.

Slow memorable passion could come later. Their first shag of the evening was always one of
instantly gratifying need.

The sound of his name from her bruised lips urged him onward. He loved the sound of her screams.
And screams they were. Loud enough for him to have specially crafted a silencing charm strong
enough to withhold her screams to only his Head Boy rooms.

The last thing either of them needed was to have the whole castle awaked by the sound of
*her*, a Weasley, screaming *his* name in an undoubtedly sated way.

* * *

“I can't believe you left the bloody map in the common room,” Ronald Weasley hissed as his
steps quickened slightly. “Who knows where he could have taken her?”

“She's fine, I'm sure,” Harry Potter assured his friend, though he wasn't entirely
sure of the fact himself.

“You don't give her enough credit. Either of you. She's quite capable.” Hermione Granger
mildly berated the boys. Despite her words, she quickened her pace.

“If she's capable then why the sodding hell did we watch him grab and drag her somewhere? I
should have just followed her like I had wanted to. I knew these nightly strolls of hers would get
her hurt.” The redheaded boy shook his head as he turned the corner. “I swear, if that smarmy git
left so much as a scratch on her I will bloody Avada his arse right here in the castle.”

“It's not like we don't know where he took her,” reminded Harry. “She's in the Head
Boy chambers.”

“Which, as Head Girl, I know the password to. We burst in, hex him, and take Gin to safety. I
report him to Dumbledore in the morning and we all crawl into our beds and forget this ever
happened. I'm sure Ginny's learned her lesson after this.” Hermione slowed her steps to the
approaching familiar portrait.

* * *

He collapsed on her with a heaving chest. He rested for only a minute before propping himself
back up, trailing kisses across her neck and down to her own still heaving chest. “By the way,” he
whispered against her smooth skin, “I love you.”

She let out a groan at both his words and actions. “That's interesting,” she whispered back,
“because I love you too.”

She could feel him smile against her skin, causing her own smile to spread across her still
swollen lips.

Between his lips and words she was already keen for another round. “Draco, please?” The husky
tone to her words left him with little doubt of what she was wanting from him.

He moved to capture her lips, hard and rough, a message of assent to which she understood
completely. Tearing his lips from hers he once again trailed her body. Slowly, sinfully, he began
to worship every freckle on her shamelessly exposed skin.

Her groans and moans only made him smile in pleasure.

Amidst their kisses and torturous exploration, a shift could be felt in the chambers of the Head
Boy.


Neither lover paid it any mind as he joined with her in one fluid movement. After a year, he knew
the exact way of making her squirm and come. He rocked them both as she squeezed her thighs, her
legs having secured themselves around his waist. His lips silenced all her yells this time, as he
worked his mouth fiercely against her own.

And with hasty whispered words of love, they released at the same time, allowing an incomparable
sense of pleasure flow over them.

* * *

“They're not here,” stated Harry, confusion found in both his voice and face.

“What the hell did that rat do with my sister?” Ron growled, his face growing red.

Hermione and Harry traded looks as the former rolled her eyes. “Honestly Ron, it's not like
he's a Death Eater. He probably grabbed her and as soon as she was in here, she managed to hex
him good and leave. She's probably in the common room right now.”

The redhead opened and closed his mouth a few times, still fuming. “She better be or else I'm
sending Malfoy to Azkaban for a permanent visit with his father,” he muttered as he looked around
the room once more.

“Either way, being here when she is not is trespassing.” She looked around nervously, half
expecting the blond Slytherin to jump out, asking why the school's Golden Trio was in his
quarters.

“Hermione's right,” the raven-haired Harry Potter sighed before moving toward the door, for
the first time noticing the door on the opposite wall. A door, which had a small flicker of light
escaping under it.

It was now obvious the aforementioned git was here. Maybe they could leave and he would never
notice. He wasn't sure about his two friends but Harry was not in the mood of an unnecessary
confrontation. He still had a Charms exam to study for and a Potions essay to finish.

And then he heard a bump followed by an evidently female moan.

His body freezing, he whipped his head to look at his friends. “Did you hear that?” His words
were rushed and whispered. Hermione nodded but Ron had already taken steps toward the bedroom
door.

“I swear, if he so much as laid a hand on my sister…”

* * *

Draco let out a breath as he collapsed on the bed next to his red-haired vixen, the bed's
headboard clanking against the wall.

“Aw, did I wear you out?” She laughed lightly.

He threw her a nefarious smirk. “Not possible. On the other hand, who would have guessed Ginevra
Weasley would be so insatiable.” Moving only slightly, he turned his head to nibble on her neck,
his reward was the sound of a throaty moan.

Hearing a creak from the living area, her head turned to look at the door. “What was that?”

He shrugged. “Probably a house elf,” he answered against her neck. “I don't know and I
don't particularly care.” Rolling over slightly he allowed his arm to lie across her,
possessively.

“That makes sense,” she said as she covered her mouth to stifle a yawn. “I should probably go
soon. My brother's getting suspicious.”

“Let him be suspicious. I rather like you where you are at the moment.” He pulled her closer to
him, allowing his lips to rest on her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck.

She managed to let out a giggle before the bedroom door flew open, presenting her seething
brother and his two best friends.

Her eyes grew wide as Draco simultaneously sat up and pulled the blankets so that she would
remain covered. “What the bleeding hell are you doing in my rooms?” His eyes moved to where Granger
stood, her mouth agape at the sight before her. “You are aware, Granger, that we know each
other's passwords for Head emergencies only?” His eyes were a mix of anger and shock. Anger for
the three people who had managed, for whatever reason, to break into his rooms, interrupting the
rare amount of time he spent with his girlfriend and shock over the fact that he had just been
caught in bed with said girlfriend, her brother just feet away.

“What the hell have you done with my sister?”

Making sure she was covered, she shot straight up, covering her lover's mouth. “I know how
you would like to answer that and don't you even think about it,” she hissed before turning
back to the three that still stood in the doorway. Giving Draco one more look, she let go of his
mouth to let him speak.

“I believe the better question,” he drawled, “would be why are *you* here in the first
place?”

Their eyes grew wide and their jaws tight, it was obvious they wouldn't be relinquishing
that information. But they didn't have to, for at that very second it clicked for the youngest
Weasley. Leaning over carefully, she grabbed the bathrobe she used while staying in Draco's
chambers before slipping it on, cautious not to give a free show to everyone in the room.

Robe secured, she walked to where the trio stood and held out her hand. “Give it to me.”

“What?” Harry played innocent, all the while trying not to look as uncomfortable as he felt as
he stood in front of his best friend's little sister, who happened to be wearing only a green
and white Slytherin bathrobe.

“The map. Where's the bloody Marauder's Map? I want it right now dammit!” She spoke, her
tone harsh and cold. “I can't believe you would use that to spy on me. That's low, even for
you.”

“We left it in the common room, honest.” Hermione answered her, her cheeks growing red from
embarrassment.

“The Marauder's what?” Draco asked, confused, from behind her.

“The Marauder's Map,” explained Ginny, “is a map created many years ago by former Hogwarts
students that shows every part of the castle and every person inside it. In other words, my dear
brother and his sidekicks used the map as a locator to find where I was.”

“And why haven't we been using this map for the past year?”

“Because the map belongs to Harry Potter.” She offered Harry a glare as she said his name.

“Ginevra you better have a damn good reason as to why you're bloody NAKED in MALFOY's
company. Not to even mention that you just told him about the map.”

“I don't feel that I owe you any explanation considering that you have spied on me and
interrupted what was previously a very nice, relaxing evening with my boyfriend.” She almost
laughed at the look on each of their faces.

“Was that really necessary?”

A smirk still on her face she looked at the man she had unpredictably fell in love with. She
raised an eyebrow. “They just caught us in bed together. Furthermore, you have bite marks on your
shoulder and faint scratches on your arms. Given that I'm not a whore, I think the answer was
obvious.”

He smirked, holding back the urge to laugh. No, she was by no means a whore. However, the irony
of her words combined with the circumstances in which their entire relationship had started did not
escape him. Grabbing his own bathrobe, he secured it around himself before standing up.

“I suppose you're right, they would have found out eventually. It's already been over a
year, I'm actually rather surprised we weren't caught sooner.” He walked to where she stood
and gave her a kiss on the cheek before moving in front of her, ushering the Golden Trio out of his
bedroom. “However, now that you know she is safe and here of her own volition, you may leave.
I've had a long day followed by what was meant to be a relaxing evening before it was rudely
interrupted. Now, I feel like I need sleep. Luckily, this interruption works in my favor as now my
girlfriend can stay here with me and not return to Gryffindor until the early morning hours. After
all, I do sleep better with her here.”

“I'm not going anywhere without my sister. You have her under Imperius, I'm sure!”

Draco rolled his eyes, “I'm not a Death Eater, thank you very much. And as much as I'm
sure you'd find the experience exhilarating, I have room for only two in my bed.”

“As it's obvious fine with Draco, I think I'm going to stay here.” Ginny smiled cheekily
at Draco before she turned to look at her still baffled brother.

“You *want* to stay here? With Malfoy?” Harry looked completely dumbfounded.

“But why?” Hermione asked, mentally thinking back to any hint she'd had of this
relationship. There was none.


Ginny's features softened slightly as she looked between the trio and her boyfriend. She smiled
softly at Draco, her eyes holding a certain twinkle reserved only for him. “Because I love him.”
Ron made a slight choking sound, catching Ginny by surprise. “Look, we didn't plan this. We
were as surprised as you are right now when we first realized that, well - to be frank - that
between our random shags and secret meetings we were actually developing feelings for each other.
Either way, I'm quite happy at the moment and I refuse to let my brother and his friends ruin
it for me. As I said earlier this evening, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of
myself.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at his feisty girlfriend. He was pleased that she was backing him up. He
was more than pleased that she had every intention on staying with him that night, and who knows
how many after.

“You heard the lady,” Draco's smirk was wider than any of them had ever seen before. “You
can either leave now or I can get you out by force.”

Taking the lead, Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him out with Harry's reluctant
help. “She's capable of making her own choices. We knew she wasn't a virgin and if she
wants to be with Malfoy, well, at least it's not just some random one-night stand. You can talk
to her about this in the morning, when you're thinking a bit more rationally than now.”

Once they were gone, the portrait closing behind them, a seductive gleam found its way back into
the eyes of Draco Malfoy. Seeing her all worked up at her brother had managed to, in turn, get him
all worked up in an entirely different manner. “Now, where were we?”

She smiled invitingly. “I don't quite remember. I was hoping you could remind me.”

Those were the only words he needed before he took a few more steps, capturing her lips with his
once again.

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