Paid in Full
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Post-Hogwarts. Ginny is 18, Draco is 19.
Warning: Lots of language, baby making activities and some kink. The rating will be Nc-17, and I'm not bragging. If you have issues with some light sado-masochism, bondage and submission/dominance. Don't read this. Well this chapter is safe... for now
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Chapter One: The Offer
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"and generally my generation
wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
and generally I agree with them
trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan"
Any DiFranco - Not a pretty Girl
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Ginny Weasley nervously checked her reflection in the window, straightening her linen suit and patting her hair one last time before crossing the street and entering the looming building.
Gringotts. Ginny prayed she even had a chance of making the Goblins see things her way.
Her father had died during her fifth year, killed by a curse aimed for Harry. The Weasley clan had been devastated, her mother more than anyone. As her brothers had all moved out, with the exception of Ron who was still in school, no one had noticed how Molly Weasley had withdrawn from everyday life and was letting things fall apart around her. She was so consumed in grief that she had become unable to withstand the hassles of everyday life. And no one had noticed, too preoccupied with their own troubles: the defeat of Voldemort, getting over the losses they had all suffered. Arthur Weasley might have been the closest but others had fallen in battle as well. And it was not until Ginny returned from her seventh and last year at Hogwarts that she realized how badly her mother had dealt with the loss of her husband of 30 years.
By then it was almost too late.
Gringotts was about to repossess the Burrow, the only home Ginny had ever known. The place she had been born and raised, her haven and shelter.
That was why she was here today. Hoping that maybe she could talk some sense into those infernal Goblins. She had lost too much in the war, she would not lose this.
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The Goblin watched as the young redhead ranted and raved, occasionally wiping angry tears from her cheek.
He sympathized; he really did, well, as much as a Goblin might sympathize, that is. However, the girl had been talking, threatening, and begging for over two hours and frankly he was getting fed up with it.
"I'm sorry Miss Weasley, but I am unable to assist you. Your mother's bill has not been paid on time, and unless you can present Gringotts with the sum of 56, 234 galleons by the end of the week, we will have no choice but to foreclose on the debt."
"But . . ."
"I'm sorry; there is nothing I can do. Now if you would excuse me, I have another appointment."
He gestured towards the door, clearly waiting for her to leave.
Ginny gathered her purse and rose from her seat, desperately holding back her tears. This had been her last hope. She knew it was a long shot, but now she was grasping at straws with both hands.
"Right, thank you for your time." She tried to smile at the Goblin but failed as she practically stumbled towards the door, afraid that her knees would give in.
And they did… as she practically fell into the arms of the last person she wanted to see.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," the Goblin greeted him. "Here to discuss your late father's estate I presume?"
Draco nodded at the Goblin, but his attention was focused on the young woman in his arms. Virginia Weasley.
It had been a year. He had not seen her since the end of his seventh year. She looked mostly the same -- a bit more mature perhaps, but that was to be expected.
He raised an eyebrow at her; she made such an appealing picture lying in his arms. And she felt good, too; soft and yielding.
"Really Weasley," he drawled, "Don't you have anything better to do than jumping my bones?"
Ginny scrambled to get away from him.
Damn it, why did she have to run into him of all people? She hadn't spoken to him since the end of her sixth year, something she had been grateful for. She could still remember their last exchange.
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It was late in May, and graduation for the Gryffindor golden team was only a week away. An event Ginny both feared and longed for. It meant the end of an era, both good and bad, and with the demise of Voldemort two months earlier, the trio could finally live their lives without fear of Death Eater attacks.
She was heading down to the library to put in one last study session for her transfiguration exam in the morning when she suddenly bumped into something, or rather someone.
"Watch where you're going, you idiot." A familiar voice hissed into her ear as she tried to untangle herself from the other person. Malfoy.
"Shut up Malfoy, it's not as if you own the damn corridor."
"Oh feisty," the Slytherin smirked.
Ginny made a rather obscene gesture in his direction. "Screw you, Malfoy!"
"Don't mind if I do."
"What?"
Ginny looked at the older boy, whose expression had changed from annoyance to something else… something predatory.
She got to her feet and started backing away.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?"
"I'm merely taking you up on your offer, Weasley. After all, it would be rude to refuse the lady's request."
Ginny snorted.
"Yeah right Malfoy, because you're just such a gentleman."
"Well, you're no lady so that makes us even then."
"Bastard!"
"I assure you little Weasley, that my lineage is exemplary, as opposed to yours which I am sure consists mostly of the dregs of society."
Ginny wanted to hurt him, she closed her eyes and fantasized of all those torture devices they had learned about in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She wished she had a way to wipe that smirk off his face.
What startled her out of her rather gory fantasy was the feel of hands running down her back and over her buttocks.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?"
Draco smirked, the Weasley chit had a temper, and she had also grown into a stunning woman. Not that Ginny Weasley would ever be a classic beauty like his mother, but she was interesting. Her eyes were a bit too big, as was her mouth. She was too short and curvy to fit into haute couture, but she was interesting. She had a body like courtesan, a lush curvy figure. Her fiery red hair and blazing eyes held a promise of great passion. Draco would love to have an opportunity to show her just what the Malfoy men did to little girls that misbehaved.
He placed a firm pat on her rear, before leaning over and whispering in her tiny shell-shaped ear.
"If you ever want to figure out exactly what I'm thinking about, I'll be happy to show you, Virginia. Maybe you would benefit from knowing what a real man could do to you, instead of that idiot Potter."
Ginny flustered and spluttered, unable to form a sentence, as Draco trailed his hands across her figure one last time before sauntering down the hall.
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"Shut up Ferret boy, I would rather throw myself off a cliff, than jump your scrawny bones."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really? That could be arranged."
Ginny glared at him before picking up her purse from the floor and marching out of the office.
Draco watched her until she turned the corner at the end of the hall.
"Right then, shall we return to the business of my father's estate then?" he asked the Goblin. He suppressed the intense craving to follow the tiny redhead. After all, there would be time for pleasure after the business was concluded.
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Ginny found a vacant table outside Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, where she ordered a cup of coffee. She needed a moment to gather herself before apparating home. She sat in silence, taking occasional sips of her coffee. She had failed, and at the end of the week she and her mother would have to move, leaving behind the only home Ginny had ever known. She buried her face in her hands, letting her tears flow freely, not caring if people cast strange looks at the woman sitting outside on the sunny June day crying.
"Weasley!"
Ginny looked up at the young man standing beside her table. "Malfoy, go away."
Of course Draco Malfoy was not the type to take orders, especially from young girls. So he sat down at her table.
"Stop with the wailing, Weasley. Puffy eyes don't suit you, and you are scaring the children."
When Ginny spoke her voice was still shaky from her tears. "Malfoy. I'm having the second worst day of my life. If you want someone to provoke I would be happy to participate at another time, however I am going to sit here and cry into my coffee, and if you don't have a death wish you will shut up. Because if I have to listen to any of your insults I will not be held responsible for my actions, is that clear?"
"Crystal. Now tell me what's wrong."
"What, so you can laugh at me? I think not."
"Maybe I can help you."
"Yes right, why didn't I think of that? Why shouldn't my family's sworn enemy help me out of the goodness of his nonexistent heart?"
"Just tell me. I won't leave until you do."
"Fine," Ginny huffed. "Unless I can pay Gringotts 56, 234 galleons by the end of the week they are repossessing the Burrow, and my mum and I will have to move."
"So?" Draco shrugged.
Ginny looked at him with disbelief.
"So? SO? So I will have to leave what has been my family's home for as long as I can remember, so my mum has lost her husband and now she is losing her home as well! SO!"
"Fine, it obviously means a lot to you."
"Yeah," Ginny whispered. "It does."
They sat in silence for a few seconds.
"Weasley, how much would if be worth to you if, say, someone would pay your debt?"
"I don't know, a lot."
"How much?"
"Anything… practically."
"Hmm, really?"
"Damn it Malfoy, why am I still talking to you?"
"Because I'm going to pay you 56, 234 galleons."
"Just like that?"
"No, I'm thinking more in the line of an exchange."
"An exchange? What kind of exchange?"
"For services rendered."
"What kind of servi… Malfoy you rotten, underhand, sneaking, Slytherin arse-hole!"
"Shut up Weasley! I'm, presenting you with an offer. Whether you decide to take it or not is entirely up to you."
"Never! I wouldn't… Yuck!" Ginny spluttered, making various faces of disgust, something that might have made Draco feel rather insecure had he not had the Malfoy confidence.
He got up from his chair and handed Ginny a business card.
"If you ever change your mind, Weasley, you know where to find me."
"Not likely."
"Still, I promise it would not be an entirely uncomfortable experience." His voice dropped an octave into what amounted to a wicked purr. "After all, sharing my bed is considered a privilege by many."
Ginny sat in silence and watched him as he walked away. When he was about 10 meters away, she had finally gathered her wits once more.
She muttered to herself as she left money for the tab on the table, and stalked in the opposite direction.
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Next week on paid in full: Ginny considers Dracos offer, and what exactly do Malfoys do to little girls that
misbehaves?
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