"All right, class, if you all understand your assignments, you can begin portkeying to your locations," Professor Sarea said. "Draco, Ginny, you first."
"Not so fast," came a voice from the doorway just as Draco and Ginny reached the front of the classroom. "They haven't had the spell put on them yet. And you wouldn't want to send them off without it, now would you, sister dear?"
Professor Sarea's face fell around the artificial smile that she had pasted on. "Of course not. That would be... Bad. Very bad."
"What spell?" Draco said, peeved at having been delayed in his goal to reach the muggle flat he and Ginny would be sharing for the next week. He had, in fact, not paid any attention to the lecture Professor Sarea had given them at blinding speed, for he was preoccupied with more agreeable considerations--planning activities to fill the entire week away from Hogwarts.
"Mister Malfoy, surely you did not believe that we would send any pair of students somewhere secluded without taking precautions against certain rules being followed, did you?" Professor Okelani looked much, much too amused for it to be healthy, in Draco's opinion. "Rather than keeping you all under surveillance twenty-four hours a day, which you'll admit is intrusive, we simply cast a charm, like so." She waved her wand and muttered something that sounded like "Non tocare" before thwapping them both over the head. There were mutters and giggles from the other students, but they died down at a combined glare from Draco and Professor Okelani.
"Time to go," Professor Sarea said, sulkily handing them a portkey.
Draco looked at Ginny in what was probably too significant a way for public viewing, because she scowled at him and stood as far away as possible while still touching the portkey at the same time as he did. They were tugged away to arrive at a small flat. Immediately he reached for Ginny, only to have his hands feel like he'd attempted to pick up fire. Ginny leapt back and pulled her shirt down to expose two bright red handprints on her shoulders. With a wince, she said, "I guess she wasn't kidding about that spell restricting activities. Come on, let's see if we have anything to treat burns."
"I've changed my mind, I don't want to do this project." Draco said with a scowl.
Ginny sighed. "It's too late, we'd both fail." She turned to face him with a lopsided smile and said, "Besides, this can't be that much worse than having to be my cabana boy, can it?"
Just then, a wailing noise started, going directly to the approximate noise level of the Great Hall at breakfast time and rising from there. "Weasley, what the hell is that?"
"Um. Our baby?" she said with a wince.
"Is strangling it an option?" he muttered, only to flinch at the coldness of the glare he received. "All right, all right, what do we have to do?"
Ginny brushed past him, her hair flipping up to slap him across the face as she said haughtily, "You would know if you had been paying even the slightest amount of attention in class."
"Well, let's say for argument's sake that I was distracted from the lecture by thoughts of the sexiest woman ever to walk the face of the planet and the way that the sunlight was striking her coppery hair," Draco said.
She smirked at him before lifting a bundle from a cage and making the wailing stop. "Flattery, Malfoy? You really don't know anything that's going on, do you?" Ginny shifted the bundle around, then winced as it landed on her still-sore shoulder. "Right, first the burn cream, then I explain to you about the children."
Draco's head started throbbing in time with the pain in his hands. "There's more than one?"
"Four. They took both of our families and averaged the number of children." He opened his mouth to say something about the number of Weasleys but quickly closed it again, as she was the one who had the ointment for the burns. "Hold the baby while I fix my shoulders."
Draco took the bundle of blankets out of her hands and looked down to see a small, wrinkled face, covered with a sort of orange-pink fuzz that might've been hair if there was more of it. "You know, with how good looking we both are, I'd expect our progeny to look considerably more attractive."
"Don't be a git, Malfoy, all babies look like that," she said crossly as she slathered cream on her shoulders. "Now, since we've established that you were not paying attention..." He looked up from her exposed cleavage and gave her an innocent look. She grunted a bit, took the baby and continued. "The baby's a simulacrum, a golem, made out of a bag of flour. It's enchanted to cry and wet and need feeding just like a real newborn."
"And the other three?" he asked, glaring at his hands. "This stuff's rubbish, my hands still sting."
She rolled her eyes. "If you get a decent NEWT score for this class, it will solely be through the grace of a merciful god." The baby started crying again, the sound just the slightest bit out of sync with the way the mouth moved, but still ear-splitting. Ginny cuddled it close and walked off, cooing, "Is baby hungry? Mama will get you something good to eat, oh yes."
An absurd jealousy stole over Draco. "I'm hungry, too, you know."
"Why don't you look in the cabinet?" Ginny said absently, her entire attention focused on warming a baby bottle on the stove while trying not to catch the baby or its blankets on fire. "Don't forget we're supposed to feed the other kids, too."
"How?" he said sourly, opening doors at random and then slamming them shut.
She sighed, taking the bottle off the stove and sitting down with the baby. "See that glass bit, over by the fridge? Those are our other three kids."
"They must take after your side of the family," Draco said. "Although I don't remember any of your brothers being quite that flat." She snorted in a way that did not sound at all like the appreciation due a truly sparkling and rapier wit, and he ambled over to the glass panel that she had pointed out.
As soon as he looked at it, several lights blinked on, and he saw three pictures. The first two were identical twins with blond hair and brown eyes, who were nonetheless of different genders. Block print underneath identified them as Daniel and Annie, both six years old, while the little girl next to them, with her blazingly carroty-red hair and a huge grin showing a missing tooth was labeled as one Cissa Malfoy, three years old.
"I'm hungry, Daddy," said the little girl's picture. "What's for dinner?"
Draco stared for a moment, but before he could formulate a response, the other girl said in a sing-song, "Daniel got in trouble, Daniel got in trouble!"
"Shut up, tattletale!" The boy was scowling and Draco wanted to laugh at how much he resembled his father; give him a cane with a silver snake topper and change his eye color and he would be an exact replica of Lucius. "It was only a little fire."
The older two continued bickering while the little one whined more about being hungry. Draco watched in fascination, trying to decide what he thought of it. Horror was fairly high on the list of contenders. "Look, shut up a minute, will you?"
The twins settled for a mutual declaration that the other one did it, but little Cissa burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" she wailed. "I'm just so hungry!"
"For heaven's sake, Draco, feed the child," Ginny said impatiently from where she was glaring at a saucepan on the cooker. "And find out about that fire."
"How?" he asked. "In case it's slipped your notice, they're pictures on glass."
She heaved a sigh that he thought was really beyond the boundaries of insufferable and marched over, trailing blankets as she held the baby against her shoulder. "Look, see these buttons down here? They're all the different things you can do to the kids. Figure it out, this one's bottle still isn't ready."
Deserting him like the heartless wench she was, she went back to the stove. He glared at the twins, who snapped to attention with their best impressions of perfect little angels. He raised a brow, but turned to study the lit squares underneath Cissa's picture and found one of a fork and knife. "Right, then, food." Pressing the button made it disappear, to be replaced by two arrows and a picture of a plate of liver and onions.
"No, Daddy, please?" Cissa looked up at him with wide eyes and he thought he could maybe see the appeal of small children. He pressed one of the arrows and the liver disappeared, followed in quick succession by a wide range of foods. Finally he realized he had to lift his finger and press gently, and they went through several dishes before she smiled enchantingly and said, "Yes, please! I want that."
"And Malfoys get what they want," Draco said, pressing the button with a flourish. Cissa grinned at him and then dug into a huge slab of chocolate cake that was drizzled with fudge sauce and accompanied by a large helping of ice cream.
"How come she gets cake and ice cream for dinner?" Annie looked petulant, but at least she and Daniel had stopped exchanging blows and pinches when they thought he wasn't paying attention.
Draco sighed but started punching buttons under her picture until she had her own platter, then moved to do the same for Daniel. Just as he was about to deliver the final key-press, he remembered and said, "What's this about a fire?"
After a long explanation of which Draco believed maybe a quarter, the three kids had eaten truly enormous amounts of cake and were varyingly coated in chocolate icing. Ginny looked over his shoulder and sighed before the baby she held started wailing anew. Draco left the screen with the children on it and went to rummage through the cabinets once more, not finding any proper goblets but contenting himself with a plain glass into which he poured some light colored pumpkin juice from the cold box.
A long swig later, Ginny was scowling and wiping the liquid off of her face and the baby's before glaring at him and at the juice spilled all over the floor. "You're cleaning that, Malfoy."
"What the bloody hell was it? It didn't taste at all like pumpkin juice." He took another sip, cautiously, and said, "Tastes a bit like oranges, actually."
Ginny sighed. "That's because it is oranges. Muggles don't drink pumpkin juice." The baby started up again and a foul smell filled the kitchen. Draco hurriedly plugged his nose and mumbled something about cleaning up the spilled juice.
Five miserable days passed in much the same way, with the addition of fevers and mucus making the children increasingly whiny and miserable. Draco began to think that perhaps there was more to the Death Eater cause than he had thought, as surely a swift death would be a mercy to anyone stuck living like this. Of course, the muggles didn't have to sleep on the sofa due to the risk of third degree burns. Somehow the ability to reach the children faster was not a great comfort in the face of overwhelming sexual frustration. He couldn't even wank properly because the kids had all come down with some sort of illness that necessitated constant attention, and Ginny got quite stroppy if he disappeared for any significant length of time. Disconsolately, he stared at the fridge for lack of anything better to focus on while ignoring the wailing going on around him.
"Draco! I cannot believe you--" Ginny's harangue was cut off as he leapt out of his chair, rushing over to the fridge to rip down the paper that had caught his eye, the one that had "Emergency Numbers" blazoned across the top.
She continued to look at him as if he was mad as he snatched the wireless telephone and ran into the bathroom to get away from the noise. After a few minutes of talking to someone who sounded suspiciously like a very amused Professor Okelani - the giggling in the background certainly hadn't done anything to dispel this impression - Draco had the information he needed. Some frantic rummaging unearthed the bottle he needed and he smiled for the first time since he'd realized he was trapped with an untouchable Ginny and a quartet of snot monsters.
Feeling distinctly triumphant, he threw open the door and continued to ignore Ginny's spluttered questions and threats as he walked to the screen which contained his three oldest children. "All right, hellions, time to take your potion."
Draco was momentarily amused by the way all of his family members, except the baby, looked at him with identical expressions of disbelief and patent doubts as to his sanity. Finally Annie said, "Daddy, that's medicine, not a potion."
"Either way, pumpkin, you need to take it so you'll feel better." And so I'll feel better, which is more important, he thought, but didn't say out loud for fear of Ginny's wrath.
"I'll take a potion, Daddy," little Cissa said, looking up at him worshipfully. He felt a rush of something in his chest and he rather thought that, if it hadn't been for the mucus flowing from her nose and the fact that she was two-dimensional, he might have given her a hug.
"Here you go, baby," he said, pouring a measure out of the bottle into a little cup, then into a slot that appeared beneath her picture. "There's Daddy's good girl."
She swallowed and gave him a beaming smile, but her sister started sobbing. "I'm your good girl, too!"
"Of course you are," said Draco soothingly. "So let me just give you your potion and you'll feel a lot better."
Annie opened her mouth and he poured the medicine into the slot, which made a cup appear at her lips. He ran a finger along the side of her face as she swallowed, the glass cold against his fingertip. She seemed to enjoy it, though, and she smiled up at him wanly. Daniel, however, was having none of it. "You can't make me! I don't wanna!"
"I take it that means you'd like liver and onions for dinner?" Draco said smoothly. "Not to mention the reopening of the discussion regarding the fire?"
Daniel's lips were pressed into a tight, mutinous line, but Draco was unimpressed by his glare. For one thing, anyone raised in Lucius Malfoy's household was fairly immune to impressive glares from his miniature counterpart, and for another the boy's having to wipe his nose every few seconds completely ruined the effect. Draco responded with a glare of his own, and finally Daniel sullenly muttered, "Give me the damn medicine."
Draco made sure the medicine had been poured into the slot and swallowed before he said, "Don't swear, Daniel. I'm sure your mother could figure out a way to wash your mouth out with soap if she tried."
"Now for..." Draco paused as he realized the closest thing he knew to a name for the baby was 'the squalling brat'. "The baby," he concluded, hoping he didn't sound as unsure as he felt. Considering that Ginny was gaping at him, he felt assured she hadn't noticed. "Now, the medi-- er, the doctor said to put it in his bottle with just a bit of milk and then make sure he drinks all of it." Ginny was still looking dazed and he felt a bit smug. "Why don't I hold the baby while you get the bottle ready?"
"Stay with us, Daddy," Cissa wailed, and he could see a similar sentiment on Daniel and Annie's faces, so he pulled a chair close to the screen and sat down before Ginny handed him the blanket-swaddled baby. He paused in his crying briefly to look at Draco, and he chuckled a bit at how closely it echoed the earlier 'are you sane?' looks the rest of the family had given him. Then he started crying again, but softly, as if his little infant's heart was breaking.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, to which the baby responded by throwing up all over Draco's shirt. After a chorus of 'eugh's from the three speaking children and Draco, he managed to pull it over his head and toss it to the floor beside them, disposing of a few layers of blankets while he was at it. The baby seemed to feel a bit better at that and nuzzled against Draco's bare chest, his sobs turning into soft hiccups as he sniffled.
With his free hand he pushed buttons under all of the other children, tucking them into bed. Even Daniel didn't protest, meaning that the side effect the pediatrician had warned about was holding true and making the children sleepy. Cissa yawned and pulled her blankets up to her chin before batting her eyelashes at him. "Tell us a story please, Daddy?"
"If you'll lie down quietly," he said. They obeyed and he racked his brain to think of a story to tell them. He didn't think he knew any that were in any way suitable for children. "Once upon a time there was a boy..."
Ginny was back and looking at him oddly. Draco flushed a bit, embarrassed at having been caught out being so sentimental. "It's keeping them quiet," he said defensively, hitching the baby up against his chest when her eyes dropped there. "He was too hot - anyway, where's his bottle?"
"Here," she said, putting it in his hand. He rearranged the baby to lie on his lap and take the bottle, then almost dropped it as Ginny practically shouted, "I have to go do laundry!"
Draco watched as she scurried away, then shook his head and moved the bottle to the baby's lips. "Let's see, a story. So this boy, he was a wizard, and a thumping good one."
"Did he have a magic wand?" Cissa asked with a yawn.
"Of course he did," said Draco. "What kind of wizard would he be otherwise?"
It only took a few minutes of the adventures of Draco, Prince of Wizards, before the bottle was empty and all four little heads were drooping in sleep. Draco closed his own eyes for a moment to treasure the blessed silence, then realized Ginny hadn't taken his shirt or the baby blankets with her when she had decamped for the laundry room. She'd been spending a lot of time in there, come to think of it. And while ingratiating himself with her wouldn't bring an immediate reward, they would return to Hogwarts eventually...
It was his duty to help her, he thought piously, even if it did mean that the chances of her ravishing him once they returned to Hogwarts were increased. Noble self-sacrifice in mind, he shifted carefully to lay the baby in his playpen, then gathered up the discarded clothes while still making sure not to have any contact with his now-disgusting shirt - interest in future hot sex only went so far, after all. The washing machine was making a lot of noise, so he didn't even notice until he'd stepped into the room that there were other noises being made in there.
He dropped the blankets and stared, slack-jawed, as Ginny pressed herself against the shaking machine. One hand was inside her shirt and he could see the outlines of her fingers as she played with one nipple, groaning softly. His first attempt at speaking failed and he swallowed hard before trying again. "Having trouble, Gin?"
"Oh my God!" Her hands flew up to cover her face but he could still see her blush - it had traveled completely over her face and neck, and even her ears were stained bright red. "I... I don't--"
"Weasley, I know you do," he said in a purr, moving towards her. "And you wouldn't believe how much I want you to."
She leaned backwards over the washer, one hand held up weakly. "Draco, we can't..." He nodded, but trailed a finger over her palm, leaving the barest breath of air between them. Her breath caught in her throat and she brought her hand up to her lips. "Please," she whispered, and he wasn't at all sure what she was asking for.
"Take your clothes off," he said, stepping back slightly. She just kept looking at him and he moved the hem of her shirt up slightly with one finger, being careful not to actually touch her skin. "I want to see you naked." This time she shook her head slightly and he stepped back to scan the room. Silently thanking the heavens for small mercies, he strode across the room and pulled up the chair tucked underneath the writing desk in the corner. "I'll sit here," he said. "And you'll take your clothes off for me."
"Oh, I will, will I?" she said, her shoulders straightening as she stood tall.
He shivered and said, "I very much hope so."
She looked him over, her lashes dropping to cover her eyes as she scanned him head to toe, and when she looked in his eyes again he knew he was in trouble, but gloriously so, because he recognized that look. It was the same one she'd worn when she first seduced him, the one that meant that she was feeling wicked and enjoying every moment of it. "Get rid of your trousers and I will."
Never in his life had he taken his clothes off so fast, and since the advent of Ginny in his life he'd taken speed undressing to previously unheard-of heights. She licked her lips as she looked at him and he trembled with the urge to run across the room and put her tongue to better use. He clenched a hand on the back of the chair and stood very still as she looked her fill. At length he sat down and said, "Your turn."
"All right," she said, pulling her shirt off over her head and tossing it onto the floor. She'd taken to wearing baggy clothes around the house, possibly out of a mistaken belief that they would cool his ardor. Seeing her skin again -- especially her breasts displayed by a brief scrap of lace that wasn't anywhere near substantial enough to cover her bounty -- made him groan and rub a hand over his stomach and then a bit further down. Her lips curled as she watched him and then she turned her back on him and bent over. Her arse was beautifully delineated by the knit fabric and he sighed a bit and took himself in hand as she slid her trousers down her legs, then traced her hands back over her legs on the way up.
She stood up and turned to face him, giving a little bounce that made her breasts almost pop out of her bra. Draco thought briefly that he really had to buy her several more pairs just like it, and possibly a trampoline... And then he stopped thinking because she was running a finger slowly over the tops of her breasts and that needed all of his concentration. Without conscious thought his hand started to move slowly up and down as she reached her hands behind her back and leaned forward. His lips felt incredibly dry and so he ran his tongue over them, reminding himself that burning was a bad thing and not a consequence that could be risked.
Her bra was tossed aside and she strutted forward, stopping just out of reach. "I like watching you do that," she said, then slid her knickers down her legs. "I like it a lot."
Draco didn't have a breath left to spare as she bent down, tantalizingly close but as untouchable as the moon. She picked up her discarded underwear and trailed the soft cotton over his chest and then his thighs. He shuddered as the damp material brushed over his straining cock and he pulled it from her hand. There must have been something in his eyes as he looked at her, because she got wide-eyed and retreated to what she probably thought was a safe distance.
Somewhere inside himself he found the strength to smirk as he looked her over, then looked beyond her to where the washing machine had stopped filling with water and was vibrating once more. "Sit on the machine," he said, and she looked at him skeptically but complied. He shook his head at the way she perched on the edge and said, in a voice that he had to admit was a bit of a growl, "Sit back and spread your legs. I want to see you."
She hesitated, but only for a moment. He couldn't hold back a sigh as she leaned back to rest her weight on her hands while she moved her body backwards. Ginny ducked her head forwards, letting her hair cover her face, and he knew she was blushing. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to cross the room and move her chin up so that he could brush kisses along her cheeks, but he forced himself to stay still. She looked up at him from between her lashes and slowly parted her legs, her body tense as she exposed it to him. "What now?"
"Touch your breasts," he said, slowing the movements of his hand to almost nothing and trying to even out his breathing. He watched her as she cradled her breasts tentatively, then ran her thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. "Slide a hand down over your stomach."
"Like this?" she asked, her wrist curved so that the backs of her fingers slid over her skin, almost as if she were presenting him with her body. She didn't stop but continued to run her hand down her leg until she reached her knee, then moved back up until her fingers where just shy of her crisp red curls.
Draco had to close his eyes for a moment to regain control. Opening them again, he said, "Touch yourself like you want me to touch you."
Her touch was delicate as she slid a finger down, tracing a careful path along the damp trail he would give a year off his life to be able to taste right at that moment. His fist tightened around his cock as she gently slid the finger inside herself, then added another one, moving up to brush them over her clitoris. "It's different from when you do it," she said with a pout. "Not as good..."
"It won't be long," he said, half trying to convince himself as well. "We'll get back to Hogwarts and, Merlin, I'm going to fucking pound you into the mattress."
Her breathing quickened as her hand did, her chest heaving. She moved her other hand down as well, using one to part her folds as she drove two fingers of her other hand into herself. She was brushing her clitoris with one of her thumbs and her hair was wild around her face as she dropped her head back and moaned.
"Ginny, oh God, Ginny... I don't know if we'll make it to a mattress. Fuck, the moment this spell is off..." His own breathing was growing labored as his hand moved up and down, steadily increasing in pace to match the frantic way she was pumping her own fingers into her body.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her eyes heavy as she stared at him.
He whimpered a bit - he couldn't help it. He could barely breathe but he started talking, his words ragged as he watched her writhing against her hands. "Gin... God, Ginny, I want to fuck you so hard. I'm going to get my hands on you and then I'm going to push you up against the nearest wall and shove into you so hard you're going to see stars."
It was Ginny's turn to whimper as she twisted frantically and moved both hands to positions more functional than decorative, rubbing herself frantically with one and impaling herself with the other. "Draco! Oh, please, please!"
Religions could be built around the way she looked, he thought, matching her frantic rhythm and gasping out the fractured images in his mind. "Fuck, on your knees, slamming into you so hard, on your back with your legs over my shoulders so I can... So deep, drowning in you, fucking hell, tight and wet and all mine, Jesus, Merlin, Ginny!" It was too much and he lost control, gasping her name as he felt the first hot pulse of his release shoot out of him. He closed his eyes and let the sensation rip through him, leaving him bone-weary and the closest to satisfied he had ever been while not inside Ginny's body.
It didn't last long, as Ginny's keening wail was answered by one from the other room. Draco wanted to throw something, or possibly curse, but he simply didn't have the energy. The baby was still doing a passable imitation of a banshee, though, so going to sleep just wasn't possible. He sighed and sat up, waiting a moment for the dizziness to pass, then pulled his trousers back on and stood. "I'll take care of it," he told Ginny, who had slid to the floor.
She nodded vaguely and mumbled something, and it wasn't until he had crossed the threshold of the kitchen and was leaning over the playpen that he realized it had been "love you".
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The week finally ended and they had returned at last to Hogwarts. Professor Okelani had obviously been about to launch into a dissection of how their project had gone, especially after they had run out of the medicine that helped reduce the fever and make the children sleep, but Professor Sarea had cut her off and practically shoved them out the door. Ginny put her hand in his and they walked towards his bedroom, neither of them even thinking of secrecy at the moment.
"I think I'm going to miss them," he said with more wistfulness than he would ever admit to.
"Yeah," she said, and they fell silent again as they walked through the corridors. Draco felt a moment's anxiety as the door of his bedroom closed behind them. They'd talked about what they would do to each other at the very first opportunity, each coming up with new and exotic things to whisper to the other in the few moments they weren't tending the children or attempting to sleep... But now he wasn't certain how much he'd be able to manage, as it seemed his lust for sleep was stronger than his actual lust. Still, he couldn't let her down, and so he pulled her close, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her thoroughly.
"Draco..." She tilted her head back and he kissed his way down her neck, maneuvering them to fall onto his bed. He fought against the urge to close his eyes and pulled her into a tight embrace, in the hopes that his libido would wake up and carry along the rest of him. It wasn't that he didn't want to take Ginny six different ways before breakfast, but rather that his body was attempting to shut down in the absence of a screaming child.
Shaking off the stupor that was stealing over him and hoping that he hadn't been daydreaming for too long, he turned his attention back to Ginny... Only to find that her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, allowing a delicate snore to escape. He smiled a bit ruefully, thinking that in any other circumstance he'd be irritated at having her fall asleep in the face of his seductive skills. As it was he just dropped a light kiss on her temple and pulled her closer, his chin coming up to rest on her hair as he whispered, "Do you know, I think I love you?" before drifting off to sleep.
Author's Note: Wow, this was a long time coming, huh? Sorry about that. *^^* So, let's see, acknowledgments. First off, Jade and Sarea Okelani, for allowing themselves to be used as characters, and for helping brainstorm plot points in the first place. ClanMalfoy and Rainpuddle deserve thanks not only for reading it over but for their enthusiasm and encouragement - even when I'd forgotten all about this fic, one of them would remind me. Gianfared and Kaerra both took the time to give me tiny little nitpicky comments about everything they could find wrong with the fic, which is the most immense help any author could ask for. And finally props go out to Empress Vesica, for giving me the idea of shirtless Draco holding the baby.
The next installment of this series is written, but it will not be going up on Portkey, I'm sad to say. There is mention of Ron/Hermione in that installment, and it plays a large part in the installment that follows that, and so rather than disrespect the site owners and moderators by flouting the rules, I'm simply not going to put it here. This is not because of anything against Portkey - it's a great site, and running my own archive has made me really aware of what a tremendous amount of work it takes to run something like this - even if the Fire and Ice Archive is maybe a tenth the size. Still, if you like this story and can stand mention of Ron/Hermione, feel free to come visit us at http://www.dracoandginny.com and this story will be there, along with a number of other great D/G fics... Some of which even have mention of H/Hr. ;)