Draco Malfoy was feeling quite content with the world. He was young, rich, handsome, and had a gorgeous, sex-crazed girlfriend, and then, as an added bonus, the assistant to the regular professor was in charge of the Muggle Studies class that day. A smile that was at least part smirk played across his lips as he caught Professor Sarea looking at him again, and he stretched lazily, rubbing a hand across his abdomen, just to get a laugh out of the way she paused mid-sentence. Then what she was saying sank in.
"So, as I was saying, in order to understand muggles, you should have a good understanding of muggle family life, which is why this project..." She trailed off again as Draco leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, then continued, "Er, is so important. Now, for this project you'll be working with partners, which I have assigned."
Draco's smirk was wide enough to threaten to overflow from his face. With this professor assigning the partners, he was sure to be paired with Ginny. He was knocked out of his pleasant contemplation of playing at being married by hearing his girlfriend's name read out in conjunction with someone else's namedistinctly not named Malfoy. The smirk was now on Professor Sarea's face as she glanced at Draco triumphantly and continued reading, finally saying Draco's name along with that of some chit he vaguely remembered seeing around the Slytherin common room. Draco scowled and the professor just smiled brightly and dismissed the class.
With barely the a hint of an apologetic glance at Draco, Ginny wandered over to her new 'husband', a Hufflepuff with a disgustingly square jaw and gingery brown hair. Draco would have stalked off, but he felt his arm being held, and he looked down at a girl with dark hair and blue eyes, who was looking up at him expectantly. "Right, Jones. What did you want?"
"You should call me Adrayegia," she simpered. "After all, we're married now."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Only during Muggle Studies. Now if you'll excuse me..." He stalked off in the direction of his the dungeons, only to encounter Ginny and her stupid Hufflepuff partner in the hallway. Ginny was blushing and twirling some of her hair around one finger, and Draco was not pleased in the slightest. No, not even a little bit. Ignoring the way that Jones had attached herself to his arm, and the way that Ginny was looking at his new elbow adornment, Draco sneered, "Blocking the hallways, are we? I could take points for that."
Ginny looked at the way Jones was hanging onto his elbow and her lips thinned dangerously, but Draco was much too busy glaring at the Hufflepuff to notice. "Let's go, Owen," Ginny said haughtily, taking the git's arm and leaning far too close to him as she brushed past Draco. "We'll find somewhere private to talk."
Seething, Draco would have followed and done something that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind who Ginny Weasley belonged to, despite their mutual decision to keep their relationship a secret, but his arm was being held in quite a firm grip. "Are you all right, Draco? Can I do anything for you?"
He turned towards her with his best lady-killer smirk on his face and purred, "Yes, there is something you can do for me."
Her voice was a breathy sigh as she said fervently, "Anything."
"Push off and leave me in peace," he snarled, shaking off her grip on his arm and stalking back to his room.
He stayed in his room until dinner, telling himself firmly he didn't care and was just concentrating on his homework, despite the evidence provided by his parchment being covered with absent-minded doodles of the stupid Hufflepuff dying various miserable and painful deaths. Thus he was already not completely in his right mind when he received an owl just before dinner which completely destroyed his mental processes.
Draco went down to dinner in a daze, cradling his hand where the self-igniting parchment had raised a blister due to his not letting go soon enough. He sat down at his normal spot and stared blankly at his plate as he once again thought about the note's content. Eating mechanically, he completely missed the way that his 'wife' was fussing over him, tending to his hand and pressing herself against him, much to the teeth-grinding fury of a certain redhead across the hall. All that his mind was capable of processing was, "Draco: Out of Azkaban. Gone on Grand Tour of international holdings. Do not visit until summer holidays, as your mother and I are in a honeymoon mood. Love, Dad."
Finally he came out of his daze with a horrified shudder, only to see Ginny give him the foulest look imaginable. He raised his eyebrows in question, but she just whipped her head around to give a disgustingly saccharine smile to the Hufflepuff git, who rose from his chair so fast that he knocked it to the floor in his scramble to get over to where Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table.
The fork in Draco's hand bent under the pressure of his clenched fist. Ginny brushed her hair back and laughed at something the git said, and Draco stood up, stomach churning. He left the Great Hall, Adrayegia trailing behind him, thinking about what he would do to the faithless Gryffindor when she arrived at his room for their nightly rendezvous. She would have to work very hard to earn his forgiveness.
Thoughts of what form of hard work she might take occupied him pleasantly for several hours, until it became more and more apparent that no such activities would be taking place that night, due to one of the participants failing to appear. Consumed with rage, Draco pulled on his cloak and stormed through the castle, ferreting out any number of snogging couples and swearing that, if any of the couples contained his Weasley, the Hufflepuff bastard would be in agony for the rest of his severely shortened life.
Finally, having ensured that no teenage pregnancies were going to be started that night in any part of the castle, Draco pulled himself together and went back to his room, where there awaited a girl in a frilly nightgown. Unfortunately, it was the wrong girl entirely. "What do you want, Jones? I'm tired and I want to go to bed."
"I--" She broke off in a squeak, then shook herself and started blinking rapidly and squinting, one shoulder dropping so that her neckline drooped around it.. In a low, breathy voice, she whispered, "Don't let me stop you."
Draco raised an eyebrow and wondered what he had done to deserve a random madwoman in his quarters. "Are you all right? If you've got something in your eye, you should go see Pomfrey." He took her by the elbow and led her towards the door, only to grunt in pain as she whirled around, accidentally catching him in the stomach with an elbow.
"Oh my God, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" She fell to her knees in front of him and started reaching for his shirt hem. "Let me see!"
He took a step backwards, still gasping for breath, and that's when the door opened. Ginny took one look at the way Draco was bent over the kneeling girl, said, "I see," in an icy voice, then turned and left, slamming the door behind her.
"What the hell?" Draco muttered, tucking his shirt back in and frowning at the door. The bint had been flirting with a damn Hufflepuff all day, and then she didn't even care enough to sympathize over his being assaulted by a crazy girl with killer elbows. Speaking of which... "Why are you here, Jones?"
She stared at Draco, then at the door. "Who was that?"
Draco wasn't sure whether to be relieved or unhappy that she hadn't seen Ginny. Sure, it would've meant that any hope of secrecy would be gone, but at the same time, it would've freed him to stake his claim to his Weasley publicly. he wasn't all that sure any more that secrecy was what he wanted anyway. Staking a public claim to his Weasley would certainly cut back on the number of utter twits undressing her with their eyes, never mind upstart Hufflepuffs trying to actually do more. Growling, he just said, "None of your business, now get out so I can sleep." After a wild-eyed look, she obeyed, scampering out as if a rabid jarvey was after her.
As he lay in bed, Draco pondered what his next step should be, and why on earth Ginny might be acting the way she was. He'd have to write a letter to his parents in the morning, congratulating them on their release. From Azkaban! The thought of any other kind of release for his parents made him shudder in disgust again before he pushed all thoughts of the elder Malfoys from his mind and concentrated instead on pleasant thoughts, of Hufflepuff death and a Gryffindor girl.
The next morning, he awoke in a much better mood, for he had had a revelation. He could make her jealous! If he hated seeing her around the stupid Hufflepuff, surely she'd hate seeing him around another girl, right? The only trouble would be finding a girl interesting and beautiful enough to seem like she might hold a candle to Ginny. He couldn't think of one off-hand, but he was sure he could find one if he looked. It hadn't been so very long since all he could think of was the way Ginny's neck curved, making an arch perfect for kissing, or the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, overflowing just enough to be interesting, or the way she'd moan when he would hold himself perfectly still while buried deeply inside of her, or--
Cutting himself off before a cold shower became an absolute necessity, Draco leapt from his bed and to his wardrobe, surveying it with care. He had to look his very best if he was going to make Ginny believe he was turning his interest to someone else. Maybe the grey jumper that she liked so much. Thoughts of what had happened the last time he wore that particular jumper had him moving towards the bathroom and contemplating the relative merits of seriously cold water versus a quick wank.
Some time later, when he was considerably more relaxed, he put on the clothes he'd picked out, made sure his hair was perfect, then set out on his mission.
He stopped, horrified, when three things happened at once. The first, and by far the worst, was that he spotted the object of his obsession in the hallway. This would have been a good thing, except that, after a brief look at Draco, she allowed , locked at the lip with the soon-to-be-dead Hufflepuff to put his mangy lips on hers. The second, and almost as terrible, was that his favorite grey jumper, the one Ginny had ripped off of him only to wear it herself after ravishing him thoroughly, was thoroughly covered in some kind of red sauce, spilled by the third thing that happened, Adrayegia Jones bumping into him where he was standing stock still at the horrible sigh, him and staring up at him with great big cow eyes.
Without pausing to think, he decided that Jones would do in the pinch, even though Ginny outclassed her by miles. Grabbing the girl by the shoulders, he planted his lips on hers for a hard kiss, then pushed her away to see Ginny's reaction. It was less than gratifying that, apart from a slight tightening of the lips, Ginny's face remained blank. "Come on, Owen," she said, sounding much sweeter than such an evil bint had a right to sound. "Let's leave the ferret to his wenching."
She stalked off, her Hufflepuff trailing her like a retarded puppy, leaving Draco to seethe quietly. Didn't she even care that he'd just kissed another girl? What did he have to do to get her attention back to where it belonged? He was brought out of his reverie by the Jones chit sighing mistily, "Oh, Draco!"
Now this was the way a girl was supposed to act! Why didn't Weasley see that? Maybe he was off his game? "Jones..."
"Yes, Draco?" she said breathily, her hands clasped under her chin as she looked at him with wide, damp eyes.
"I'm a fairly handsome fellow, aren't I?" She nodded most enthusiastically, and he continued, "Breath is good? Personality's chaming? The very model of what a Slytherin should be? In short, perfect husband material, right?"
She sighed, leaning towards him like a flower to the sun, and sighed, "Oh, yes, Draco!"
"I thought so," he said, turning to walk down to breakfast while wondering what it was about Ginny that she didn't see something so obvious. He ignored everything around him as he thought, completely oblivious to Adrayegia's chattering presence beside him, or the way that crowds of people took one look at his thunderous face and parted to make way for him.
It was while he was stabbing his eggs with unnecessary force that it finally occurred to him that he was being much too soft about this, and there was a simpler solution. One that would be infinitely satisfying, even. Looking up at where the complete and utter bastard was sitting next to Ginny with a completely fatuous expression, Draco decided that he would take a page from his mother's book, and simply remove the obstacle in his path. After all, hadn't she had Lucius's original fiancee killed?
Of course, he couldn't actually kill the Hufflepuff git. But if the boy spent a few weeks in the Hospital Wing, well, that wouldn't be too terrible a thing, now would it?
Much cheered by his not-quite-homicidal thoughts, he reached for the goblet by his elbow and took a deep swallow, only to find himself sprouting feathers and cheeping. He puffed his little canary chest up in outrage, but then found all his breath knocked out of his tiny little bird-lungs as Jones picked him up and pressed him into her scrawny bosom. It took all his strength to extricate himself and he flew high up into the rafters, pausing only to brush his wing against Ginny's red face and to leave something nasty in the Hufflepuff's food.
He hovered in the rafters until a spell dragged him out, causing him to leave claw marks in the wood as he tried to resist. Just as he had reached a height of about ten feet, he felt himself changing back, and only got out about half of a curse word as he plummeted towards the Gryffindor table. He just barely had time to notice he was going to land on Ginny and do an awkward roll in mid-air before he hit, his head bouncing off of the wooden table and knocking him out.
He woke up in the Hospital Wing only to find himself looking into a pair of impossibly wide eyes. Thinking vaguely that it made Jones rather resemble a frog, Draco sat up, groaning, only to be shoved back down as Jones once again attempted the clasping-to-bosom maneuver, despite her lack of equipment. Gasping and flailing in the futile pursuit of oxygen, he was freed momentarily by the sound of Ginny's frosty voice saying, "Isn't it touching, a ferret and its mate? I think I may vomit."
"Ginny," he breathed, looking at her with grateful eyes. Surely she'd come to rescue him from the mad girl, feed him chicken soup and soothe his troubled brow! Draco felt a rush of distinctly soppy emotion flow through him, only to dissipate as she stalked past him to where the Hufflepuff prat was lying in another bed, holding a hand to his enormous horsey jaw.
"Oh, poor Owen, are you all right? I can't imagine what it was like to have that Malfoy git land on you!" Ginny said solicitously as she fussed around, plumping his pillows and sending the blond Slytherin in the next bed into an unparalleled rage.
Muttering, "Oh, can't you?" and taking great pleasure in the way Ginny's cheeks flushed despite her resolutely not looking at him, Draco sat up. "Push off, Jones."
Adrayegia looked at him with hurt eyes. "But, Draco..."
"But what?" he snapped.
"I thought... I thought..." She broke down into tears, sobbing prettily into a convenient handkerchief.
Ginny was now stroking the Hufflepuff's hair, and Draco was in the foulest mood imaginable to humankind. "Obviously, thinking is something completely foreign to you, Jones, now go away. If I never hear your whining voice again, it will be too soon."
As soon as she had fled the room, Draco stomped in the direction of Madame Pomfrey's office, intending to collect a headache potion and return to his room in order to plot the Hufflepuff's entirely deserved and wretchedly painful demise.
It seemed a gift directly from heaven that Madame Pomfrey was not in her office, but her unlocked potions cabinet was. Scanning the labels quickly, Draco palmed a bottle for inducing vomiting, another one which drained the sinuses, a warming potion intended for hypothermia victims, a powerful laxative, and some pepper-up potion for good measure. Let's see Ginny act all lovey-dovey when the prat has something coming out of every orifice, Draco thought viciously.
Mixing all the potions in one of the goblets Pomfrey always used, then casting a quick charm to make it resemble water, he walked back into the main part of the wing, sneering at the way Ginny whispered to the unspeakable wanker before smiling and leaving the Hospital Wing. The Puff was too busy ogling Ginny's backside to even notice Draco switching the regular water goblet for the one containing the potions.
The stupid tosser attempted to smirk at Draco before saying, "Hands off my property, Malfoy. Don't think I haven't noticed you looking at what belongs to me."
"Cauldwell, you can't begin to know what it is that I want," Draco said lazily, raising the adulterated goblet. "And as for ownership... Well, let's just say that we disagree over who can make those sorts of claims."
With a glare at Draco, the other boy snatched the goblet and downed its contents. "I know what's mine, and I--" Clapping a hand over his mouth, the boy looked around desperately, only to run towards the bathroom, trailing steam from his ears and moving in a kind of jerky, pinch-legged fashion.
"Think you're clever, do you?" came a voice in Draco's ear, and it was only the inborn Malfoy sangfroid that kept him from leaping several feet into the air.
"Weasley," he said, with every appearance of calm, even as his heart was beating madly. "Decided that I exist again?"
She traced a finger down his spine, making him want to turn around and seize her wrists so she could stop obliterating his ability to think. "Oh, I knew you existed, Malfoy, I just wasn't all too happy about it. But, I understand now."
"Understand what?" he asked, his brain going to mush as her tongue swirled around the rim of his ear and her hands tangled in his hair.
She made a low humming noise in her throat, then snaked a hand around to his front, caressing his chest through his shirt. "For one thing, I understand that the isolation ward is empty, has sound-proofing spells, and Pomfrey won't enter it for at least another five hours."
By the time she finished speaking, he had picked her up and was heading for the door, his long strides not at all hindered by the way he was kissing her as if to forever imprint her with his touch. The door closed behind him and she had just enough time to pull her wand out and mutter a locking charm before he pushed her back on a bed and started peeling her knickers off.
"Malfoy!" she gasped, sitting up a bit to push at his hands. Draco just smirked, recognizing her breathless tone. He ran his open mouth along the inside of one of her bare knees and she sank bonelessly back onto the bed, sighing.
As he licked and nibbled his way down her legs, following the path of her descending knickers, he noticed a glint of metal, leading to an unholy smile as he realized what it was. In short order, he had pulled out the bed stirrups and torn her shoes and socks off, placing her heels firmly into the metal brackets. She looked at him in confusion, but couldn't quite manage to move from the awkward position. "What--"
Her words were cut off as he lifted her just enough to bring her bum to the edge of the bed, leaving her completely open to him and helpless to move. She struggled a bit, but only until he said, "Behave yourself, Weasley, or I'll be forced to use restraints."
"You wouldn't dare!" Outrage melted as he smirked at her from between her forcibly spread legs. He didn't respond verbally, just arched a brow and moved slightly backwards, leaving her torn between disappointment and relief.
Until he abruptly plunged his tongue inside of her, making her shriek and dig her heels into the stirrups . He curled his hands around her thighs, massaging the white skin dappled with the occasional ghostly freckle as he continued to move his tongue inside of her in seemingly random patterns. One moment he'd leisurely trace her labia with the tip of his tongue, the touch delicate and electrifying, and then the next he'd relentlessly lave her clitoris with a hard pressure from his whole tongue.
He kept alternating as soon as something new occurred to him, or if she started to relax in the slightest. She was constantly muttering curses and death threats and pleas for more, and he fought to keep himself under control as he concentrated on his goal. She kept propelling herself upwards using the leverage of the stirrups, and he allowed it, feeling quite smug about how quickly he'd learned to do this well.
Ginny was crying now, begging for release, one of her hands moving down to stroke herself since he wouldn't cooperate. It was what Draco had been waiting for, and he took her wrist in his hand as he straightened up, wishing he'd worn loose robes today instead of trousers that were never intended to contain quite so much pent-up lust.
Ginny's eyes were wide as she watched him remove his belt, only to grin at her wolfishly. "What did I tell you about your hands?" Quickly, he'd gathered her wrists together and secured them in front of her body with the black leather belt, then stepped back to survey her as she lay there, dressed completely from the waist up and totally exposed from the waist down, helpless but still glaring at him. Taking a deep breath, and thankful for his earlier shower activities for that alloweding him a little bit of control, he said, "Not quite right yet..."
"Malfoy, so help me, if you don't--" She ended with a squeal as he used his handy tailoring charm to remove every scrap of her clothing. Her nipples puckered at the air blowing over them and she tried to bring her hands up to cover her breasts, or perhaps the blush that seemed to extend from her hair to her navel.
"Much better," he breathed, tracing a finger over her arms, down to her imprisoned hands. "You look incredible like this."
She closed her eyes, trying to bring her knees together as she whispered, "We... You shouldn't do this."
There was no reason for her meekness to set him off, but it broke his control and he jerked open the fastening of his trousers, pushing his clothing down enough to free his almost painful erection. Without pausing, he put one hand on her stomach and pushed her down onto the hospital bed, shoving his way inside her willing heat. His hands rested at the point where her legs bent and he pushed down with brutal intensity, holding her motionless as he slammed into her.
"Who do you belong to?" She was whimpering and he couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but he didn't stop his assault or even slow down. "Say it, Ginny. Tell me who owns you." Her head was thrashing from side to side and her lip was bleeding slightly from where she had bitten through it, but it just made him slam into her harder. "Come on, Ginny, tell me, or I'll stop fucking you."
It was an empty threat. He could no more stop than he could turn himself inside out, but he wasn't in control of himself any more, certainly wasn't in control of what he was saying or doing. He was being too rough, he knew it, could see the bruises being formed on her skin, but it just set fire to his nervous system and made him want to do it even harder, to leave her marked and exhausted and completely incapable of moving, let alone looking at anyone else. He wanted to punish her for making him live without her, and for her to admit that she wanted no one but him.
"Mal..." It was barely noticeable, a thread of a whisper almost lost in the sound of flesh smacking into flesh, but it spurred him to go even harder.
"That's not what you're supposed to say, Ginny. What's my name? Who owns you?" Still holding her stomach down with one hand, he reached across her with his other one to viciously pinch and twist one of her nipples.
"Draco!" she screamed, and he exploded inside of her, his hands on her thighs pushing her feet further into the stirrups as he thrust deep and stayed there. Ragged gasps were all he could make as she throbbed around him and whispered brokenly that she was his.
He leaned against her heavily, the zipper on his school uniform trousers digging into his skin where it pressed against hers. Maybe he actually had been turned inside out, he thought as he listened to his heartbeat hammering in his ears and greedily sucked air into his starving lungs. He looked at her lying before him, limp as a rag doll, and absently stroked his fingers over the purple marks that he had left on her hips and thighs.
"I should apologize," he said distantly.
"But you won't." Ginny smiled up at him lazily and he smiled back, too exhausted to dredge up a smirk. She reached up with her bound hands, the tips of her fingers brushing his chin. "You realize that I intend to get revenge for this, right?"
He nodded, dropping his face to nuzzle against her fingertips. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
Attempting to look stern, she shifted slightly, making him slip out of her body. "I don't share, you know. If I have to be yours, then for as long as it lasts, you have to be mine, too."
"Oh, really?" Draco ran a finger down her slit, enjoying the way that her flesh quivered in response. "As long as it lasts?"
"Malfoy..." she said, half-sighing and half-warning. "Once was fun, but my hands are starting to cramp, and we need to be at dinner soon."
He nodded, standing up and fastening his trousers before taking his belt off of her wrists and putting it back around his waist. She moved her legs off of the stirrups and slid to the ground, then grabbed onto the table for balance as her legs almost gave way. Draco smirked at her, feeling insufferably smug. She walked over to him, her arms coming up around his neck to draw his face down to hers for a deep kiss.
After she stopped, and while they were still holding each other, he said, "There's just one more thing."
"Yes," Ginny said, frowning. "This marriage thing."
"I was actually thinking of the fact that you turned me into a blasted canary just so you could flirt with that despicable Hufflepuff ponce," Draco said with a scowl.
Instead of looking at all regretful, Ginny snickered. "You drank the wrong goblet, Dray-kins. It was supposed to be Jones." She stepped away from him then, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. He rather thought she didn't realize that she was still naked, and that the display of temper was tempting him to pounce her for another round of vigorous shagging. "And besides, who was the one who had who in their bedroom?"
"He was in your bedroom?" All pleasant thoughts were wiped out in the face of absolute fury. If he, Draco, wasn't allowed into the Weaslette's bedroom and bed, no damn Hufflepuff should be allowed within ten feet of the place.
"You, Draco, and Jones." At his confused look, she waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Never mind, it's not important. The point is, with both of our partners incapacitated, we'll need new ones. You'll have to go flirt with Professor Sarea to get her to assign us together."
"Jones is incapacitated?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "And dDid you just say you want me to flirt with a professor?"
Ginny nodded solemnly. "Jones has tragically come down with a mysterious illness, and will probably not be showing her face until the marks clear up. As for the professor, sSnog her if you have to. ; sShe'd probably sign over the deed to Hogwarts for one of your kisses." Tracing the outline of his tie with one finger, she said, "The point is, if you were paying attention, you'd know the next part of the project involves the married couples spending a week together. Alone. In an unmonitored flat in a muggle town."
"Ah," said Draco, at last comprehending. She nodded and started pulling on her clothes, much to his regret, and he impulsively reached for her arm. At her inquisitive look, he took a silver ring from one of his fingers and placed it in her palm. "If we're going to be married, you should have a ring, right?"
"Draco, you... You're not proposing, are you?" Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, and he wondered what on earth to say.
"Just for the project, Weasley, as long as it lasts." She nodded and pushed the ring onto her left ring finger before finishing up with her clothing.
He stood aside to let her leave first, and at the door she paused and looked back at him for a moment before muttering, "As long as it lasts," and turning away. As her footsteps echoed through the Hospital Wing and faded down the hallway, he looked down at the white mark left by the missing ring and thought that, if he wasn't careful, it might last so long as to turn into something frightening and huge, like forever.
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Author's Note: This fic owes a lot to Sarea Okelani, who not only plots deviously to get Ginny and Draco together, she adores seeing him jealous, AND she beta read this out of the goodness of her heart. Adrayegia, the scheming Slytherin seductress-wannabe and semi-Sue is named after ADRith rAYE and GIA, because they volunteered while I was on IM and needing a name. Next up in the Cabana Boy series, a week as a muggle married couple for our heroes... And the wizard equivalent of a flour bag baby. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!