Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day
me see you
Stripped down to the bone
(Let me hear you speaking
Just for me)
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
(Let me hear you crying
Just for me)
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours
-Stripped by Shiny Toy Guns
“Wow…you look…great.” Draco sighed, leaning back against the carriage and staring at his girlfriend. They stood outside by the thestrals waiting for Hermione and Ron to arrive. Potter, thankfully, had decided to sit this one out. Draco didn’t think he could stand to sit in the same carriage as the wonder boy for a bumpy fifteen minute ride up to Hogsmeade while the boy glared daggers at his ex-girlfriend and Draco, the man who had stolen her away. But Draco was souring his thoughts of how beautiful Ginny looked now. He went back to gazing at her in wonder.
Draco would definitely have to remember to thank Hermione for this outfit. The girl had shrunk her dress down to fit Ginny, and it hugged in all the right places, the velvety blue fabric clinging to her breast and hips and flaring out in a skirt that ended just above her knees. The v shaped neck was just low enough to reveal a bit of cleavage, teasing but innocent, just like Ginny herself. And the contrast of the dark blue to her pale white skin was eye-catching, especially when a few wet snowflakes fell into her hair, crowning her head in pieces of white fluff.
Ginny shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, biting her lip. “Do you think it’s alright?” she whispered, touching the skirt shyly. “My feet are kind of cold in these heels.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “No wonder. Why’d you wear them if it was snowing out here?”
“I didn’t have any nice shoes. Hermione lent them to me.”
“You know you didn’t have to dress up for me.” Draco himself was just wearing his usual uniform pants and a warm wool sweater. “Not that it isn’t appreciated. Here, you’re shivering.” He took off his cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders. “Why don’t we get in the carriage?”
Draco helped her in, she was fairly unstable in the heels, and sat next to her, leaving the door open so Hermione and Ron could find them. “You do look amazing, though.” He pulled Ginny against him with one arm and caught her lips with his. His free hand roamed up her thigh under the dress, wishing she wasn’t wearing leggings. He wanted to be touching her bare skin, to lay her down on the seat and wrap her legs around him—
“Mmmhm.” Someone coughed fakely in the doorway. Draco and Ginny jumped apart, expecting a professor, but a head of curly brown hair was entering the carriage, followed by bright red. Hermione and Ron sat across from them, Ron’s eyes gazing in annoyance at where Draco’s hand rested, Hermione simply gazing at Ginny. Draco didn’t miss the wink she gave Ginny, making her blush. They pulled the door closed and the carriage jolted forward as the thestrals began to move.
“You look quite lovely, Ginny. Doesn’t she look lovely, Ron?” Hermione asked.
“Mmm. Yeah.” Ron didn’t take his eyes off of Draco, a sour look on his face.
“What did I say Ron? Be nice.”
Draco glanced at Ginny, who was gazing out the window at the snow-curtained trees. When she felt his gaze on her, she turned her eyes to his, a smile on his face. He took her hand silently, giving it a little squeeze. They rode into Hogsmeade a few minutes layer and got out of the carriage, the snow falling softly to the ground and covering the little town in a layer of white. Everything was decorated in pinks and reds for the holiday, a color combination that normally disgusted Draco and annoyed him, but for once he didn’t mind. Perhaps it was because Ginny was with him or perhaps it was because they could make fun of the hearts and cupids and whatnot together, but whatever it was, it was a nice change from being alone on Valentine’s Day. He wrapped an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, waving goodbye to Ron and Hermione and heading into the streets of Hogsmeade amidst hundreds of other Hogwarts’ students.
They spent the afternoon in Hogsmeade. The two gazed at items in the shops, imagining how they would look in their home someday. They drank cocoa, a refreshing change from the usual pumpkin juice or cider served at school. The couple threw snowballs at each other and made snowmen and angels in the white powder that would soon be melted as spring rolled in. They sat outside a little café that played romantic music and danced, though their dancing was mostly just standing hold each other and swaying from side to side. As dusk descended they walked back to the castle instead of riding in the carriage, their hands laced together. When Ginny began to complain that her feet hurt, Draco hoisted her onto his back, her legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his chest, and carried her the rest of the way.
Dinner was already in progress in the Great Hall, but they decided to skip it, having already eaten a picnic in the snow. Draco carried Ginny all the way up to their room, not letting her down, despite her complaints, until they were back inside. He lowered her onto the couch and fell on top of her, trapping her small body under his playfully.
“Draco! Draco…get off!” She laughed, pushing at him. “You’re heavy.”
“Nuhuh. Not until you give me a kiss.”
Ginny grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down. Their lips met and her tongue darted playfully in and out of his mouth, teasing him until he groaned and grabbed it between his teeth, holding it in place. His hands moved down from her hair to her neck, touching the bare skin of her exposed chest. Draco pulled away then, smiling at Ginny’s pouting lips. “I almost forgot. I have a gift for you.”
He jumped up, heading to the desk. “Gift? But…you haven’t got any money for a gift.”
“I know. I got it anyway.” Draco pulled out a long, slender box, returning to Ginny. He knelt down on the floor in front of the couch, holding up the box. She took it cautiously, opening it up. Draco sat back on his heels, smirking. The look on her face was priceless. A mixture of surprise and happiness and disbelief. She removed the necklace from the box, holding it up. It glinted in the light of the fireplace, the heart-shaped locket spinning on the end of the chain.
He stood and circled around the couch, his chin resting on her shoulder, his lips to her ear. “Beautiful. I know. What can I say? I have as good of tastes in jewelry as I do in women.”
She rolled her eyes, hitting him on the chest playfully. “How in the world could you afford this?”
He shrugged, brushing her hair out of the way and letting it rest on the opposite shoulder. “I have my ways,” Draco whispered cryptically, taking the locket from her hands. He unclasped it and strung it around her neck gently, enjoying her slight shiver when the cold metal touched her neck.
Her hands froze in midair, as if they were still holding the necklace, and her shoulder stiffened. “You didn’t…”
It took Draco a few moments to understand her line of thought. She thought he’d taken the money from Crabbe and Goyle’s dead bodies. Blood money. “No, Ginny. Even I’m too proud for their money.”
Draco sighed, kissing Ginny on the cheek. “You ruin a good secret, y’know? I’m not too proud to borrow from your brothers. Fred and George lent me some galleons and made me promise to get you a nice gift for Valentine’s Day. I swore I would pay them back as soon as I could, but they insisted it was the least they could do for…for what I’ve done for you.” He traced the chain down her neck to where it ended, the locket resting between her breasts, just under her clothes. “I will pay them back of course. I plan to get a job in Diagon Alley as soon as I get out of school and maybe get an apartment too. You could come live with me, if you like?”
“You don’t want to come back to the Burrow with me?” Her voice sounded hurt and confused.
“I didn’t say that. I just didn’t want to overstay my invitation with your parents. Do you think they would mind…I mean, just until I got myself off my feet and made enough money to support you?”
“Support me?” She turned to him with a confused look on her face. “Why would you need to support me?”
He smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. “I don’t want to get married until I know I have enough money to take care of you. Our wedding should be perfect. I will spare no expense for you.”
“Wedding?” She leaned away from him, her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean, wedding? We’re not even engaged, Draco.”
He bit his lip, a blush rising to his cheek. “Well…I mean…y’know…I just figured…someday…You don’t have to marry me if you don’t want to, Gin. I’m not forcing you to or anything. I just thought…since we love each other and all…that we would.”
She shook her head, and he felt his heart begin to plummet. “No, no, Draco. I mean yes. I mean…” Ginny took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “Yes, of course I want to marry you. Someday. I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to. I was just surprised. I guess I didn’t expect you would already have plans.”
He sighed, feeling more at ease. “Well, plans, no. I just know I want it to be perfect. Whatever you want. However expensive or lavish. However simple and small. Whatever. I want to make it perfect for you. You deserve no less.”
She smiled, glancing away shyly. “Most guys get scared when girls bring up marriage and weddings and children. And here I’m surprised that you’re already planning ours.”
“Well, I didn’t say anything about children…” He grimaced, avoiding her eyes. Draco couldn’t imagine sharing any of Ginny’s attention with a child. Nor could he imagine bringing a smaller version of himself into the world.
“Oh yes. I want tons of them. My mother had seven. I wanted to at least match her. I was planning on shooting for ten, though.” Draco’s eyes widened at the thought of ten little silver and red haired runts running around their house. It ruined the perfect image he’d had of a large, beautiful home for just the two of them. Did she really want that many? He couldn’t even imagine one or two. “Wow…you should see your face. You look like you’re about to faint.” Draco glanced up in surprise when Ginny began to giggle. As her giggle turned into a laugh, he grew more and more confused. “I was kidding Draco! I don’t want ten children. I’m not sure I even want any children.” She shook her head, her shoulders still shaking with mirth. “I like the chaos of home and all, but I enjoy the quiet of living with just you much better.”
He scowled, his eyes narrowing. “That was a mean, cruel, low trick, Ms. Weasley. I take back my marriage proposal.”
“You heard me. Gimme that necklace back.” He held out a hand for it. She turned her back to him, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head.
“No. It’s a gift. You can’t take it back.”
“Oh yes I can. And I will.” Draco leapt over the back of the couch, landing on Ginny and, for the second time that night, trapping her under him. As he tried to take the locket back from her she began to giggle, then to squirm. He opted instead to tickle her mercilessly, his hands immediately going to her midsection, his fingertips wiggling against the fabric of her dress until she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, begging him to stop. Draco chuckled, resting his hands on either side of her head, trapping her body with his legs. She gazed up at him with bright eyes, her chest heaving from laughing, her hair wild and disheveled. Damn, she was sexy. She looked like she’d just been snogged senseless. In fact, he wanted to snog her senseless. Though it was just as nice to simply stare at her body lying under him.
“So, still want to marry me?” she whispered.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess. If I have to.” He sighed in mock contempt.
“Well good. Because I have a gift for you. Get up.” Although he was object to pull away from her, he was curious. Draco got off of Ginny, sitting back on the sofa. “Oh? What is it?”
“You’ll see.” Ginny stood, straightening her dress. She glanced at him, biting her lip. He waited expectantly. “Umm…it’s kind of awkward.”
“What is it, Gin?”
“It would be easier…if you took your shirt off.”
He lifted an eyebrow, confused, but obliged. Draco pulled his shirt off over his head and leaned back, spreading his arms wide. “Alright? Why does this require me to remove my shirt?”
“Because…I didn’t want to be the only one.” He was about to ask her what she meant, the only one what, when she stepped back, out of his reach, that familiar shy look on her face. She removed each of the irritating high heels, then turned her back to him and began to unbutton her dress. Draco suddenly realized what she meant. Oh. She didn’t want to be the only one naked.
Her dress slipped off of her shoulder and fell to the floor. His eyes widened in surprise, his hands clenching the couch. Draco’s eyes traveled from the back of Ginny’s head, following the trail of her red, choppy tresses down her smooth back. From this distance and in the low lighting her thin, white scars were practically unnoticeable, thought he occasionally caught a glimpse of them as his eyes roamed down to Ginny’s bum, clad in a pair of white cotton panties. The innocence of it was sexier on Ginny than any clingy, expensive lingerie. His eyes roamed down her long, curvy legs, still clad in those annoying pantyhose, and he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of her.
Ginny turned slowly around, her arms crossed over her stomach shyly. His eyebrows lifted, his gaze locked with Ginny’s chest. Her white bra matched her innocent panties and her crossed arms pushed her breasts together nicely. She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, biting her lip, and he could do nothing more than stare open-mouthed and wide-eyed. He’d seen her naked before, but then he’d been spying on her while she bathed. He hadn’t had much time to actually stare at her openly like this, and never before with her permission. And he couldn’t pull his eyes away.
Ginny stepped forward, and he observed the way her thigh muscles moved when she did, the way her body shifted from side to side, the way her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Achingly slowly she rested each leg on either side of his and lowered her hips until her bum rested on his thighs. Her arms continued to stay crossed around her stomach self-consciously, and her eyes darted between his and the ceiling and the couch behind him and his bare chest. “What do you think?”
Draco’s hands reached out, touching her arms gently. He took her hands, separating them, revealing her body to him fully. His fingertips glided down to her sides and finally her hips, where he let them rest. She swallowed and her breath came out shakily, making her chest quiver. Her arms rested limply at her sides as they had the first time he’d kissed her. He could feel her hips on his, the heat of her body just inches away, her breasts occasionally brush his bare chest. Draco considered unclasping her bra and letting her bare chest spill out, but he opted against it. He liked how teasingly cruel it was to stare at her half-naked. His back was no longer the only thing rigid and stiff, and he hoped she didn’t notice.
“Draco?” She whispered. Ginny lifted a hand, touching his chest. Her hand ran down the thin line of hair that disappeared under his pants, and her fingertips glided over the buttons curiously. She reminded him of Pandora, tempted to open the box, but uncertain of the consequences it would bring. When her hand brushed his crotch accidentally he shuddered. She pressed her chest against his and began to lay gentle kisses along his neck, finally stopping where she felt his pulse where she nibbled softly at the skin. Draco groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head resting against the sofa. He didn’t even notice she had unbuttoned his pants until he felt her fingertips brush against the lining of his boxers.
Draco sat up suddenly, grabbing Ginny and pushing her away from him. He closed his eyes, ignoring her protests, and bit his lip, trying to hold back the sudden urge to throw her down on the couch and shag her senseless. Damn! He’d never felt so horny in his life, nor so out of control. It took him a few minutes to finally calm down and regain his composure, and when he did Ginny was staring at him in hurt. “What? What did I do wrong, Draco?”
He gulped, smiling at her. “Nothing love…I just think maybe we should slow down a bit, no?”
Her head tilted to the side. “Slow down? Why?”
“Because it’s really getting hard to resist you and act responsible.”
“I don’t want you to resist me.” That devilish grin was back on her face. Damn her, the little nymph. As innocent as she looked in that white cotton underwear, she knew exactly what she was doing to Draco. Ginny’s hands rested on his neck and she leaned forward to kiss him, but he held her back. She pouted. “Draco…I…I’m ready.” She bit her bottom lip again. She did it on purpose, he was certain. She knew how much it drove him crazy. “I said I’d tell you when I was ready, and I am. I want to make love to you, Draco.”
He closed his eyes again, trying to regain his composure and remind himself why he was resisting her. It took him a few tries, but he finally remembered. “You’re not ready yet, love. Let’s wait—”
“What?” He froze mid-sentence. There was a dangerous edge to her voice, and he wondered what he’d said wrong. “Do not presume to tell me whether I am or am not ready to have sex, Draco Malfoy. I am a grown woman and it is my decision to make. And I say I am.”
He sighed. “I wasn’t trying to put words in your mouth, Gin, or tell you how to feel. I just don’t…after all you’ve been through…I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I don’t want to do anything in any way that you’ll end up regretting.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me Draco, and I won’t regret it. I know what I want. I want you. I want you now.”
“Yes, you do now, but will you feel the same in the morning? Will you feel the same a week from now or a month from now? I want our first time to be special. I want it to be perfect. For you.” He lifted a hand, running it through her hair. “And besides…if you are ready, why do you look so afraid?”
She didn’t have an answer to that. Ginny’s shoulders drooped in defeat, and she leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder. “I feel like you don’t want me…I’m starting to wonder if you find me undesirable.”
“Bullocks, Gin. You know that’s not true. It’s taking every ounce of effort not to jump you right now.”
She chuckled. “Then why aren’t you?”
“Because I can’t, Gin. I can’t even have sex with you. Even if we were ready to.”
He sighed. “Protection, Gin. I don’t want to get you pregnant.”
Her eyes widened and she sat up. “Oh! I didn’t even think of that!”
“See. All the more reason you aren’t really ready yet.”
She lay back down beside him. “So…when are we going to…?”
“As soon as I find some way to protect us.”
She laughed at the resoluteness of his voice and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Well, hurry up.”
“They don’t exactly hand out contraceptive potions at the hospital wing, you know. I’m going to have to figure out some other way.”
“I stand by what I said. I want you, Draco. And I don’t want to wait much longer.”
Draco knocked on Snape’s door, yawning tiredly. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. It was practically impossible when he was horny and had the object of his affections pressed up against him all night, murmuring in her sleep and brushing against him teasingly. But he had gotten up early this morning before she was awake to ask this favor of Snape. “Come in.”
Draco pushed the heavy dungeon door open and closed it behind him. He wasn’t surprised to see Snape awake and fully-dressed at seven in the morning, drinking his tea and reading a book on deadly potions. The man didn’t even look up when Draco came in. “Draco. What can I do for you?”
Draco shifted uncomfortably, gazing around the professor’s private quarters. They were dark and dreary, much like the man himself. A simple bed pushed in the corner, a desk scattered with papers to be graded, a potion’s table taking up much of the room, the surface burnt and scarred, on which sat a bubbling cauldron. A shelf of books, another of potions and ingredients, and a third of unusual and gruesome magical items. Draco paced the room nervously and Snape, per usual, did not interrupt him, but instead waited patiently for the boy to gather his thoughts. “I have a…favor to ask of you. Friend to friend.”
Severus lifted an eyebrow, folding the corner of the page he was on and setting the book on the table. He lounged back, resting his chin on his hand. “Yes? You know I am here for you. Anything you need. Money, protection, someone to talk to.”
“No…none of that…I need you to teach me a spell.”
“I’m going to assume this is about Ms. Weasley.” Draco nodded. “Of course. What will it be, then? A defensive spell?”
Severus lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure you would not like me to teach you the Killing Curse?”
Draco paused, glancing at the man in surprise. “What do you mean?”
Snape sighed, going to his desk and picking up the paper. He tossed it on the table before resuming his seat. Draco glanced at the cover. “Man found dead in Gringotts’ bank,” Draco read.
“Wouldn’t you know…it’s one of the same men that was at trial this winter for the rape of Ginny Weasley. Another recently went missing a few weeks ago. They searched all over Wizarding England for him, he was due in court for yet another rape trial, but could not find him. They assume he ran away to avoid Azkaban.”
“What are you implying, Severus?” Draco asked, looking away.
“Don’t play those games with me, Draco.” Snape’s tone was sharp and biting. The boy glanced at his professor in surprise. “I know you better than anyone else, besides, perhaps, Ms. Weasley. This has your touch to it.”
“What do you mean, my touch?”
Snape smiled. “Perfectly planned out and untraceable.” He began to chuckle, and Draco joined him. “I knew it was you from the beginning. To be honest, I wondered why you hadn’t killed them earlier. I’m not judging you for anything Draco. But you must remember that I am your friend. You don’t have to lie to me.”
Draco nodded, sitting down across from the man. “Thank you, Severus.”
“Now, what was that spell you wanted me to teach you?” Snape lifted an eyebrow over his tea.
Draco felt a blush rise to his face. He pulled at the collar of his shirt nervously. “Ehh, about that…It’s…personal.”
Severus set down his tea cup. “I’m listening.”
“I…I need you to teach me a contraceptive spell.”
Snape began to cough, and Draco was afraid he was choking on his tea. He stared at Draco in surprise, sitting back. “A contraceptive spell? Then we certainly are speaking of Ms. Weasley.”
Severus was silent for a few minutes. “Draco…Again, I am not making any judgments on you, but…are you certain she is ready for such a thing? I do not want you to force her to do anything. You know how fragile she is.”
Draco ran his hands through his hair. “She asked me, Snape.”
“Ahh…I see. And you told her no, of course?” It wasn’t really a question.
“Of course. One, I know she isn’t really ready. Not yet. And two, I didn’t have anything to protect us from getting pregnant. I’m not ready to bring a child into this world. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that.”
Severus nodded. “Right…and you turned to me? An unmarried, childless, single bachelor who lives in a dungeon and spends his free time brewing potions?”
“It was my only option. You’re not exactly a stud, but I thought you might be able to help.”
Snape smiled and stood, going to his shelf. He scanned it before grabbing a large tome and bringing it back to the table. The man flipped through it in silence while Draco waited patiently, finally finding the page he was looking for. “Well, let’s begin, shall we. I’m sure you’re ready to learn as soon as possible.”
“That’s an understatement,” Draco murmured, pulling out his wand and copying Snape’s movements.