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CHAPTER 10 Birthday
Draco's birthday was arriving soon, and Ginny threw all her energy into preparing for the day. There wasn't too much she could do, not besides planning the dinner and ordering gifts by owl post, but at least it gave her something to pass the time, that was always unreasonably long without him. She hadn't mentioned her plans to him, not even that she knew it was his birthday, as she wanted to surprise him.
The elves had agreed to cook his favorite meal, and Sully had procured several bottles of his favorite wine. The gifts Ginny had ordered arrived several days before his birthday; a watch, a platinum tie clip and matching cuff links, boring in her opinion, but something Draco could use and would appreciate, she reasoned.
She'd found out from the kitchen elves that Draco wasn't much of a cake fan, but did enjoy blackberry cobbler, so they had agreed to bake one of those, along with the not exactly fancy, but absolutely heavenly pork loin that Meega, the head kitchen elf could whip up, the small red potatoes dressed in parsley and lemon sauce, the grilled asparagus, the homemade Hawaiian rolls, and the first course, the crab bisque and spinach and strawberry salad. It wasn't particularly elegant, but she knew it was what Draco liked.
The night before his birthday, Draco came home from work late and in a foul mood. She heard the house elves scatter as he stomped into the room, his eyes dark and angry.
"Hi," she greeted him with a smile, stopping short as she saw his expression.
He brushed past her without a word.
They ate dinner in silence, Ginny afraid to speak, and Draco glaring at his plate.
"I won't be here for dinner tomorrow," he said finally, stabbing his fork into his meal.
Ginny's hopes fell flat. The deflated, disappointed feeling in her chest was worse than being hit or screamed at. Somehow, the emotional pain was a million times worse than the physical pain. The physical pain could be easily forgiven and forgotten, but the emotional, that stayed, no matter how many apologetic words were spoken. "Oh."
"I assume you can handle one meal by yourself," he sneered, narrowing his silver eyes at her.
She felt so stupid, so ridiculously dependant and juvenile, as her lower lip trembled. He sat across from her in his business robes, dressed in formal work wear, and according to the latest fashions, his shoes polished to a mirror shine, his body groomed to immaculate perfection. Just before dinner, he'd removed his matching platinum cufflinks and tie clip, tossing them casually aside, as if owning engraved platinum cufflinks was nothing more important than yesterday's edition of the news. It wasn't that her clothes weren't nice, because they were very nice, but just that she didn't fit well into them. Her hair was more frizzy than curly, as she had no wand to do her charms with. She wore no makeup, no jewelry, and would have arrived at dinner bare foot if Draco didn't look down on that. Next to him, she was the imposter, she was the one out of place.
"Y- yes, I can." She stared down at her plate. Disappointment was a bitter pill, she realized. Almost worse than sorrow, because it was caused by someone she cared about, and someone who could do something about it. She blinked furiously, batting back her tears to no avail. She watched as a single tear fell, and hit her blue china plate.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" Draco yelled, standing to his feet, causing his chair to clatter viciously as it fell to the floor.
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I, it's your, I wanted to, for your birthday, and I had, I'm sorry." She brought her hands to her face and pushed back her chair, running from the room.
She hated herself. She should have hated Draco, but she hated herself for becoming such a weak, dependant, pathetic person. She wasn't quite sure when it had happened, but after a year of living trapped inside the manor, of seeing only one other person, of being locked away, and losing her family - in more ways than one - Ginny had become a different person. It was almost ridiculous, the way she nearly worshiped Draco, craving his attention, constantly wanting to please him. But she did. She didn't know why, but she did, and nothing in the world could make her feel better except for Draco's approval.
She curled up on her settee and cried harder. She'd been planning his birthday for two weeks, and for nothing. He would be gone, with some client, she was sure.
It was only moments before her door swung open.
Quickly she rubbed her eyes and sat up. "I'm sorry," she said again, her voice quivering.
Draco shook his head and crossed the room, kneeling in front of her. "How did you know it was my birthday?"
"I asked Sully once," she admitted, staring at her hands.
"Look at me, Gin girl." He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face. "I'll stay here."
"Really?" she asked, unable to stop a small smile from creeping over her lips.
He nodded. "I'll tell my mother that I will come the following night."
She swallowed hard, forcing her tears down. His mother. "Thank you. I just wanted, I wanted to do something for you."
He nodded his blond head twice and then pulled her into his lap. After rocking her back and forth for several minutes, he said, "Ginny, I have a question for you."
She was startled by her name. She didn't think he'd once said her name since she'd been there. He'd called her Gin girl, but that was all. "Uh huh?"
"Who was your first?"
She felt his body stiffen as he asked the question, and she froze as well, unable to speak. "First?"
"Who was the first person you slept with?"
She made a timid noise in the back of her throat, unwilling to answer.
"It wasn't me." His voice was bitter, but behind the resentful tone was a note of hurt, of being cheated, and being denied something that was rightfully his.
But that wasn't right either, Ginny realized, as his grip on her body tighten, for once, there was something about her that wasn't rightfully his. She'd never regret that choice.
"No," she finally found a whisper of her voice. "It wasn't." She hoped, prayed, that he wouldn't turn angry again, that he wouldn't want to punish her for things done when he wasn't around.
"Did you love him?"
You can lie, you know. "I did."
He continued to hold her, still rocking ever so gently back and forth. "Do you miss him?"
She chose her words very carefully. "I miss all of them sometimes. My family, Harry, Luna, Colin. But, it's a different kind of missing them then it was when I first came here."
"How so?" He still hadn't looked at her.
"It's like . . . it's like they're memories now," she admitted reluctantly. "Like from something bittersweet that happened a long, long time ago."
They were silent for a long time before Draco spoke again. "I'm expecting a call tonight," he said, his hand unconsciously clutching his forearm. "So if you wake alone, don't worry, because I will be back."
When they went to bed, he crawled in next to her, and that night he was gentle and slow, caressing her and treating
her as if he really did love her. His hands moved slowly across every inch of her body, exploring and touching and
tasting.
"Be mine, Ginny," he whispered, rolling his hips gently in and out of her.
"I will," she whispered back, not really knowing what he was asking or what she was agreeing to. "I am."
Later, she felt the shift in the bed and heard the sharp crack as he apparated away, but when she woke in the morning, he was asleep next to her, looking impossibly angelic. It was easy to believe that he could never be capable of hurting anyone - not her, not whoever'd had the misfortune of crossing his path last night.
She stroked his cheek, not meaning to wake him, but he stirred anyways.
Ginny laid her head back against the pillow and smiled at the ceiling. She had a good feeling, a feeling she hadn't had in so long, that today would be a good day. She crept from the bed and entered the shower, deciding to surprise him with breakfast in bed.
Instead, Draco surprised her.
She had just rinsed the shampoo from her hair and opened her eyes to reach for the conditioner, when she saw Draco, naked and misted with the shower water. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly, before stopping as her eyes fully absorbed the sight.
He was nothing, if not delicious perfection. Draco's hair was beginning to stick down with the steaming water, long enough to fall into his eyelids and cover his ears and flatten along the curve of his neck. His chest was perfectly smooth, and muscled in all the right places, the dips between the muscles leading in a perfectly sexy V down to his groin. Even the black mark on his arm couldn't mar the beauty that was Draco.
He reached for her and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her to him until they were pressed together, and then he kissed her on the mouth. His kisses never failed to thrill her, the warmth of his delicious lips moving against hers, the warm tangle of tongues, the small and soft moans the left his mouth only to enter hers, the feeling of being so incredibly close to him… She melted against him and began to circle her arms around him to drawn him closer when he suddenly pulled back and spun her around so that her back was pressed into him. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts in his palms, kissing across the line of her shoulders and up her neck, making her moan and completely forget her reason for rushing to the shower.
Slowly, one hand traveled down to her stomach as the other stroked her hard nipple.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear as his hand crept lower, until it covered her bare sex. "Beautiful." Then he plunged his first finger inside of her, gently biting at her neck as she let out a gasp.
Wantonly, she bent her knees ever so slightly to force his finger deeper into her, rewarding him with yet another moan as he inserted a second finger and let the palm of his hand grate across her needy clit.
The arm around her breasts kept her buckling knees from causing her to fall flat onto the bottom of the shower floor as she rode his fingers.
"Come on," he murmured into her ear. "Don't hold back, Gin girl. Come for me, scream for me."
She didn't scream, but the heat and the water and the very naked Draco pressed into her back were making her moans louder and longer. She could feel her orgasm approaching, but instead of the gradual waves that built her up to her climax, it exploded inside of her without warning. She stopped riding Draco's hand, but her body was still trembling and tightening as he continued to curl his fingers inside of her.
"You feel so good, Gin girl," he groaned into her ear.
Ginny used her hand to brace herself against the wall as the remaining waves of her climax swept through her.
"I'm not going to let you fall. Just let it go." His thumb brushed over her clit, making her cry out. "Let it go."
When she could finally trust her knees again, she wiggled around in his grasp until she was facing him. "It's your happy birthday. I'm supposed to be giving to you."
He grinned. "What? You didn't like it?"
She shook her head quickly. "I liked it a lot. But now it's your turn." She placed her hands on his chest and slowly slid down his body until her face was perfectly level with his thick, erect cock. Wasting no time, her tongue darted out and she tasted him, from the base to the tip, before opening her mouth and taking in as much as she could.
She couldn't help but smile smugly as she heard Draco's gasping intake of breath - he almost never made noise during foreplay or sex, and although she was sure she didn't want someone who screamed louder than she did, it was nice to know that her actions were appreciated.
Ginny kept one hand on his flat, hard stomach, and let the other wander down his thigh, and then slide up between his legs so she could fondle him. She knew that she was decent at what she was doing, but she had never quite enjoyed it the way she did at that moment. There was something completely erotic about being naked, wet, and on her knees for Draco.
Her thoughts must have come through in her actions, because in only a few moments, Draco was panting while rolling his hips towards her. When he came, she sucked him dry, wanting every last drop inside of her.
After a moment, he pulled her to her feet and simply held her tight, and at that exact second, Ginny began to wonder if she was falling in love.
The day was like a fairy tale, and not once did she think about her family or friends or even her freedom.
After the shower, Ginny insisted that Draco get back into bed, so she could serve him breakfast, and he agreed, but only if she served it naked.
Following their breakfast, which quite possibly could have set a record for world's longest meal, there was the attempt at world's greatest sex. They went to Draco's pool, and swam and drank and played lazily until the sun began to sink.
"Will we be eating dinner in the nude too?" Ginny asked with a small smile, stretched out on her plastic floating chair.
"Hell yes," he smirked. "It's my birthday and we can do whatever we want."
The dinner was absolutely perfect, and the being naked bit didn't bother Ginny at all; even the house elves didn't blink an eye at the two of them.
Dinner ended with Ginny sitting in Draco's lap as they fed each other cobbler, Draco `accidentally' spilling his on her breasts and licking it off.
"Happy birthday," she said when they were done. "I hope you liked it."
"I did." He kissed her cheek. "Would you like to go with me to my mother's for dinner tomorrow night?"
Ginny froze, unsure if she had really heard what she thought he said. A thousand thoughts battled in her mind, wondering if his mother knew about her, if his father would be there, if there would be anyone else.
Draco's expression didn't change.
"Yes," she said as calmly as she could manage. "I'd love to."
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