The G.W. Suite by Ms. Scribe
AN: An enormous thank you to my beta, Sarea Okelani who is also a fantastic writer, and to Lissanne and Babygrrl for the encouragement. But this chapter is for 714 and Buttaboobs, because I adore them.
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One week after our little excursion, I sent Ginny a single red rose with a note attached, warning her not to visit me at the Manor until my parents' houseguests had left.
She replied two days later with a long letter.
Ginny told me that the reality of our circumstance had appeared to her all too clearly after she had returned to the Burrow. She didn't want to hurt her family, she felt she could no longer deceive her friends, and she feared that if we continued to conduct a secret relationship, it would eventually become sordid and cheap. She suggested that we stay apart for at least a month, to sort out our feelings.
I felt gutted, and answered the best I could.
Ginny,
I've been sitting at my desk for three hours, re-reading your letter. I wonder what it is that you're doing now. I wonder if you're wearing the dress I bought for you while we were away, the one that shows off the shape of your legs. I miss the sound of your voice.
You know that I am not a respectable person. You knew that the first night we spent together. I can't stop thinking about you with your damned pride and good intentions. I am suffering in silence. Is the pain of deceiving your family stronger than the joy of us being together? I think of you too much. In the nights, on the weekends. I think about your passion for independence, yet insufferable loyalty to your family., If this is truly over, see me one last time.
D-
When Ginny didn't reply, I sent two roses. Another week went by, and I sent three. The hours and days were heavy and dark, and seemed to last forever. I became distant, resigned. My mother begged me to leave the Manor for fresh air, to watch a Quidditch match, to do anything but sit around and sulk. My father was pleased with my darker demeanor. He saw my lack of interest in almost everything, my fog-like depression, as a sign of maturity.
Ginny,
I cannot let you fade away. The beauty of what we possessed, before your sense of guilt and craving for acceptance convinced you leave what we had behind, haunts me. Despite what you might think, I am not evil, Ginny.
I let my mind drift back to the beach today. Your face was so full of innocence when I took you there, surrounded by nothing but sand, flesh, and gentle waves.
Your silence is killing me. Damn you.
D-
What else could I possibly say? I couldn't promise her marriage, and I more than understood her loyalty to her family. I was, after all, in no great hurry to disobey my own. A part of me wanted to take my courage in both hands and knock on the door to the Burrow, stand in front of her thickheaded brothers, and declare that I needed to be with her.
That I loved her.
I knew it even then. I sent another owl.
Ginny,
I am now the rejected lover, wallowing in self-pity. How trite.
D-
When she failed to respond, my emotions ranged from angry, to remorseful, to desperate. I'd visualize her mouth on me as I lay in bed at night, stroking myself, managing to come. I imagined her soft breath against my thighs as my seed dripped down onto my fist, wondering why the thought of losing her hurt so badly. When did our fall into lust spiral into love? I couldn't silence the insidious voice whispering in my head that somehow, someway, we should be together.
Four weeks, two days, and seven hours after I sent the first rose, she owled.
Draco,
I keep thinking of you in spite of myself. There is a party at the bar across from the Leaky Cauldron on Friday. Please meet me there.
G-
I replied that I would arrive by eight o'clock.
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Seeing her walk into the crowded room was both wonderful and terrible. The fear was there, lurking, reminding me that it could very well be the last time we were together, and I wanted it to last forever, even if it would cost me everything in the end. I would live now and pay later. Seize the fucking day.
"Draco," she said, bold enough to look directly into my eyes. She was nervous, and her hands were shaking. "Dance with me?"
I said nothing as we walked towards the dance floor. I took a quick look around. There were a few people I recognized, but no one close enough to either of us to be of real concern. Ginny looked breathtaking, and the stoic mask I wore was fading quickly, the edges of my anger falling away.
Instinctively she wrapped her arms around my neck, her chest pressed against mine, as she searched my eyes.
"We have things to talk about," I said coolly.
"I know. I'm sorry, Draco."
I looked away from her, anger taking over again. I was disgusted with myself for allowing her to control my emotions this way.
"We've been seeing each other for almost a year, Ginny. Why do we keep playing these tiresome games?"
I struggled against her sensual warmth, which was torturous to my pride, but arousing to my body. The sway of her hips to the steady rhythm of the music sent palpitations through my groin. I felt a deep longing to taste her, smell her.
"Please forgive me. I just needed time to think. Something happened at the Burrow the night I returned home."
I pulled back slightly and stared at her, contemplating the tears that were welling up in her eyes. The lights in the room began to spin, and the people danced faster, but we moved to the same subtle beat as before.
"Harry knows. He confronted me, and I told him it was over."
Another witch brushed by, throwing me a suggestive glance. I used to enjoy consummating my considerable lust with strangers whose anonymity remained intact. Ginny had changed all of that.
"Is it?" I managed. I felt a strong twinge of panic, and hoped fervently that her answer would be no.
"I don't know," she replied. "I don't want it to be."
I reached down and gently arranged her hair over her shoulders. "You look so beautiful in red," I whispered to her. "Don't worry about Potter."
Ginny sighed. "How can I not?"
I put my fingers to her bottom lip, tracing the curve of her mouth.
"Don't worry."
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With Ginny a few steps behind me, we made our way across the street to the Leaky Cauldron. I paid the front desk clerk, and he handed me the key to our room. Ginny followed me like a child. When I turned to see if she was still there, her eyes were wide and apologetic.
I unlocked the door, and reached to flick on the lights.
"No, don't. Leave them off," she said, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
She came closer. I wanted to tear at her body, push myself inside of her.
"Don't you want to touch me, Draco?" she asked, coming closer.
I resisted her. I needed her to understand what she had put me through. "I can't. Every minute, I'll doubt you. Every second, I'll wait for you to change your mind again."
I stood with a pounding heart for what seemed like an eternity, awaiting either the sharpness of another rejection or her soft caress. Of course, the other emotion that kept bubbling up inside of me was my old nemesis - guilt. Guilt, because the sexual arousal I felt at the moment was far greater than either my fear of her leaving, or my righteous indignation over being denied her for so long. And this internal struggle contributed greatly to my state of excitation.
"I'm so sorry." She skipped a breath, her hands clinging to the front of my shirt. She rose up to press her lips against mine, and a warm stream of air from her lungs came into my mouth, tasting slightly sweet. When I didn't kiss her in return, she pulled away from me, frustrated.
"Harry has known for months. He decided to confront me after I got back to the Burrow, and I just wasn't prepared," she said calmly. "I panicked. I kept waiting for him to tell Ron."
"Why do you worry so much about your family? If they found out they'd probably try to keep you away from me, but they'd forgive you. If my father found out he'd either disown me or kill me. I'm the one risking everything here, Ginny."
My words stung her, and she flushed in anger, resisting the urge to lash out.
"You're right, you have more to lose," she said finally. "But please try to understand how I felt."
"You should have told me," I whispered, my resistance to her weakening.
"I needed time to think, but all I could think about was you."
Immense relief coursed through me.
"What exactly did Potter say?" I asked, realizing that boy wonder had caused me four weeks of misery.
Ginny shifted, uncomfortable with the question. "He didn't say much, actually. Just told me to be careful. He asked me if I had seen you recently, and I told him no. I'm certain her knew I was lying to him.."
I laughed a little. "Of course he did; you're a terrible liar."
She smiled, moving a stray lock of hair from her eyes. "I think I've managed to do all right. It kills me to have to keep lying to Mum."
There was an awkward tension then. "Are you going to change your mind again?" I said quietly, falling into a pit of newly found insecurity.
Ginny shook her head no. Her cheeks were flushed, and she began to fiddle with the buttons on her dress.
"When do you have to be back to the Burrow?" I said, giving in.
She secured the latch on the door.
"Not until tomorrow afternoon. Mum and Dad won't be back from their trip until then, and my brothers think I'm at Susan's."
The rain beat down on the skylight above the bed. Unable to resist any more, I took her in my arms, embracing her. She held me in return. I held her tight as she turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and exhaling.
"Do you think we'll ever be able to come clean?"
I moaned, trailing kisses down her neck. I had missed the feel of her against me.
"I suppose it depends on what you mean by 'clean.'" My voice was muffled against her skin. Ginny stared blankly at the wall as I slowly worked more of the buttons on her dress.
"My family is important to me, Draco."
I stopped kissing her, and my arms fell limp at my sides.
"I will make an agreement with Potter."
"What sort of agreement?"
I reached up, touched her face, then flicked open the last button on her dress. "I'll take care of it."
Ginny nodded as I pulled her dress down, letting it fall off of her shoulders. We kissed, and kissed again. Never once letting my mouth leave hers, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I laid her down onto the comforter, pulling her panties off and spreading her thighs. I bent over her, kissing her belly, continuing down to her red, wet curls.
Her breath was shallow, waiting for it to happen. For a moment, I didn't touch her. I waited until she had all but stopped breathing before dragging my tongue over her in one long smooth stroke, darting inside of her, stopping to circle her clit. I held her stiffened legs apart as I licked back and forth over the swollen kernel of flesh, rubbing it ever so slightly harder in time to her increasing pelvic movements until her body tensed, and she cried out in a high-pitched moan as her orgasm rippled through her, rising and falling.
I fell back onto the bed, unzipping my trousers as she straddled me, easing down onto my prick. I unhooked her bra and suckled her nipples, clinging to her hips as she worked up and down, and side to side.
"Draco...Oh God…" she cried out, her voice breaking apart.
"Come for me again," I said, tilting my pelvis up, embedding my cock fully inside of her. The rush of pleasure locked my muscles as my flesh slid into hers. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her knees buckled. I wrapped my arms around her waist and began to make small movements in and out of her. Through the haze that was threatening to eclipse my consciousness, I heard Ginny make a small mewing noise in her throat as her second orgasm hit. She tensed against it, tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips quivering. The tension was building within me as well; listening to her gasps and groans with growing ecstasy. I felt the familiar tightness in my spine as our motions combined, increased, and I succumbed to the incredible bliss shooting directly up the center of my body, a white-hot current burning into my brain. My body went rigid and I cried out, twitching and pumping inside of her.
She fisted her hands in my hair, clenched her teeth, and shuddered.
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I sent Potter an owl, and he agreed to meet me in Muggle London. I was numb, part of me disbelieving what I was about to do. When I arrived at the restaurant, he was already seated at one of the back tables.
"I have access to valuable information," I said to him, not bothering to pretend it was a casual lunch between friends.
He nodded, sensing I was anxious to continue. "And what is it that you want from me?"
I looked away, not wanting him to see my newfound vulnerability. "I want you to keep our secret."
There was a long silence. The waitress approached us and I ordered a drink.
"You don't have to bargain for my silence, Draco," he said finally. His words were tense.
I glared at him. "Forgive me for not having complete faith in that."
Potter took a drink of his beer, obviously put off.
"I'll give you information, and in return you promise your silence… and that my father will be spared in future Ministry raids."
I'm not sure why I asked for my father's immunity. I suppose it was because the heartbreak it would cause my mother if he were ever foolish enough to be caught in his misdeeds.
Potter shook his head from side to side, laughing.
"Your father is the main reason we have these raids, Malfoy."
He put on a poker face that I found highly amusing.
"If my father is constantly under scrutiny, how can I provide the Ministry with detailed information regarding all of his associates 'dark' activities?"
At least Potter understood that logic, but he took his time, sitting and arrogantly drinking his beer.
I took my drink down in three swallows.
"My time is valuable," I said, slamming the empty glass on the table and standing to leave.
Potter stood, looked at me directly in the eyes, and extended his hand. I took it.
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My father's guests remained at the Manor for most of the summer, so Ginny and I met on Fridays at the Leaky Cauldron. Our suite had a wine rack. Sometimes before we made love, we drank a glass, kissing and experimenting. It reminded us of the first time we were ever together. I bought four bottles of her favorite, a robust merlot.
I looked down at the wisps of her red hair against the spotted peach flesh where her nightgown had been raised aside. Even in the soft light, my hard definition was a vibrant contrast to her pliable softness.
"Tell me what I mean to you, tell me…" she said, her voice muffled in the growing confusion of sex, of my mouth now devouring her.
"Nothing is as wonderful as you are - nothing," I whispered, rolling her onto her stomach. I left her nightgown on, loving the way the clinging fabric seemed almost translucent over the round of her bottom.
Pulling her to her knees, I massaged her clitoris, gliding over it with my fingertips. I felt such urgency, stroking her. Unwilling to wait anymore, I purposely entered her in slow increments, holding back, before finally thrusting into her fully. Ginny's breath was knocked from her in a sharp cry. Making love to her this way, watching her hair swing across her back as she took me inside of her made it difficult for me to last long enough to see her come. My body had taken over, all rational thought erased. My heart was about to tear itself free from my chest as she gasped and shivered beneath me. I moved my hand through Ginny's hair and she turned her head to meet my eyes. As we found our cadence, her knuckles whitened and her breath grew raspy. Then she began to change the tempo, coming back to meet my thrusts with such determined force that I had to push against her to keep from falling off of the bed. She responded with an erotic moan, bracing herself against the headboard. I thought for a moment that I would explode right there, but I managed to hold on until she contracted around me, crying out my name, and I convulsed, my belly slipping on her sweaty back.
"Are you tired yet?" I asked after I had peaked, collapsing onto the bed. Ginny was flushed; her skin was pink from her forehead to her belly. She looked slightly windburned, but she was radiant.
She curled up next to me, kissed me, and closed her eyes. "Yes, very."
I kissed every drop of sweat from her throat, wanting the taste of her to last until we were able to meet again.
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I was rushing to do an errand with my mother in Hogsmeade when I suddenly spotted Ginny on the sidewalk behind us. My heart almost stopped when Ginny dared to draw nearer. She followed us into the dress shop, and I focused my attention on my mother, who was instantly drawn to a purple gown that hung on a mannequin near the front.
My mother's voice was so soft and sweet, so cultivated and genteel as she spoke to the shopkeeper. Ginny seemed to be captivated by her. When my mother turned her head away, I questioned Ginny with a glance. What was she doing? Ginny avoided my glare, pretending to examine a garment I knew she wasn't interested in.
The shopkeeper asked if he could help Ginny, and she quietly replied that she was only looking. He quickly focused his attention back onto my mother.
Part of me was furious with Ginny for following us. The other part understood her curiosity. I couldn't help noticing the contrast between the two women, although my mother would probably like Ginny, if she ever got to know her.
My mother thanked the shopkeeper, handing me her purchase to carry. As we turned to leave, she brushed by Ginny, barely noticing the wide-eyed girl standing there.