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Thanks to my wonderful, wonderful beta - dragonsangel68.
The arrangement between the parents went without a hitch for months. Jayden's first birthday party had been at the Manor, with most of wizarding England in attendance. Narcissa, content with her change of heart, introduced her grandson, his maternal grandparents and even Ginny to everyone. Narcissa and Molly found they shared an interest in Muggle romance novels and vowed to start exchanging volumes as part of a book club as soon as possible. Narcissa entrusted the Black Family Cookbook to Molly, as she herself hadn't ever had the desire to use it, nor did she understand why the recipes of house elves would be put into print. To put things short, everything had gone swimmingly.
After the party, Draco and Ginny returned to their home. Jayden was asleep on his father's chest, obviously tuckered out from the festivities. Piles of gifts followed the family into the home on the shoulders of house elves.
Ginny looked around at the growing mountain of gifts. "Where are we going to put everything?"
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out tomorrow. I'm knackered."
"Me too. I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed."
"I'll put Jayden down, you go ahead."
Ginny gave him a sleepy, lazy smile and went upstairs. Draco went into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for Jayden and followed up the stairs a few minutes later. He laid Jayden down in his room, content not to have his child in bed with him for one evening. After minimal fussing, Jayden took his bottle and fell back into a restful sleep. Draco put a stuffed purple gorilla at his side and covered his son up with an afghan his Grandmum Weasley had made especially for her grandchild. Before he left the room, Draco stroked his son's head lovingly.
He walked into the bedroom he shared with Ginny when she stayed at the house and rifled through the drawers for his favorite sleep pants. A picture on the dresser caught his eye and he picked it up, trailing his fingers over the glass. It was a close-up picture showing him and Ginny staring into each other's faces. Ginny was holding Jayden. It was the day Jayden had been born. Draco replaced the picture where he'd gotten it from, and silently entered the bathroom.
The air was steamy and he could see Ginny's form through the glass of the shower. He removed his clothes and slid the glass to accommodate his entry into the shower. Her head snapped up realizing she had a guest in an otherwise private moment. Draco's arms wrapped around her waist and he lowered his head to kiss her. Ginny's hands gripped his arms and the kiss deepened. As he traced little circles with his fingers on her lower back, Draco pulled Ginny closer to him. She could feel the outline of his muscles as well as his other parts hardening in want for her. With a little pressure on her hips, Draco pinned her against the wall.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and with gentle pressure she pulled herself closer to his lips. Draco's hands went to Ginny's backside. He lifted her slowly and smoothly against the wall, as her legs went around his waist her arms circled his neck.
If the pressure of Draco's lips on her hadn't pinned her head to the wall, she would have thrown her head back in ecstasy as he entered her.
Ginny was in heaven. Draco's lips never once left hers while he gently thrust within her. The even, slow strokes were something she'd never been accustomed to as most males she'd been with were in such a hurry they didn't bother with gentleness. It was driving her mad. Mewls, grunts, and sighs of pleasure were all trapped in her throat as Draco continued his assault on her mouth.
She was close; he could feel her tensing and releasing against him where he was buried inside her. Her elbows were now propped on his shoulders and her hands had found purchase in his hair. She was kissing him back as madly as he was kissing her. Her inner muscles clamped down so hard he thought he might never escape. She tore her lips from his so the sounds of her orgasm could echo against the shower walls. Draco could have died as her muscles milked his cock. He kept thrusting languidly thinking his orgasm was quite a way off, but was taken by surprise as it burst forth with a force he'd never felt before. A string of expletives shot from his mouth into Ginny's shoulder as she kissed his forehead and held on for dear life. Draco gripped her backside as he pumped the remainder of his essence into her.
Between the gentle, sipping kisses that came after their lovemaking, Ginny spoke. Still pinned to the wall, she said, "You don't love me."
He sucked on her upper lip and released it. "How can you be so sure?"
He brushed his lips down the side of her neck and sucked on her collarbone.
"You don't love me."
"Never make statements you can't prove." He pulled out of her and set her feet on the floor of the shower. They washed each other while placing errant kisses on various parts of each other's bodies. Stepping out of the shower, they dried each other and dressed for bed. Draco was taken aback when Ginny found her wand and placed a contraceptive charm on her belly.
"Can't take any chances, now can we?"
He nodded his assent disregarding the gnawing in his gut.
Given their exhaustion, both slept quite well that night.
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Nights at the Weasley-Malfoy residence continued much in the same manner for the next two years. Ginny still refused to make it her permanent place of residence much to Draco's chagrin. Jayden had progressed from an infant to a toddler and spent many of his nights in his new "big boy bed." Draco missed sleeping with his son, but he was enormously pleased with the privacy it afforded him and his vivacious redhead.
He took his son to the park every Sunday, unless the weather wasn't up to par. He and Ginny enrolled Jayden in Little Wizard playgroup. Celebrations were held at the Manor most often, but Christmas was held at Draco and Ginny's home to avoid any fights between the paternal and maternal families.
Draco and Ginny were at home one evening in front of the Muggle television Draco had bought her for Christmas. Jayden was in bed and they were snuggling on the couch. Ginny was stretched out on the couch under a soft blanket lying on Draco's chest. His feet flexed in white cotton socks on the footstool. Draco's hand trailed lazily up and down Ginny's upper arm as her hand stroked over his chest.
"Hey, Gin?"
"Mm Hmm."
"I have a ball that I have to attend next weekend."
"And?"
"And I'd like you and Jayden to be there. He'd only enough to behave himself."
Ginny remained silent and Draco shook her shoulder. "Gin?"
"Oh, of course I'll go. Jayden and I will go out tomorrow and find him dress robes."
"Good."
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The next day found Ginny in Diagon Alley. She'd found the cutest set of dress robes for Jayden, but she hadn't been able to find anything suitable for herself. She was beginning to get irritated with the extra bit of hips she'd acquired during pregnancy. She hadn't had a need for anything dressy in quite some time, and found that what used to fit her no longer did. She stood in front of one of the newer shops and sent up a prayer to the higher powers in hopes that she'd find something in this shop of last resort.
A hook-nosed, slim man with slicked back hair greeted her. "Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, I need something to wear to a Ministry Ball. I've had no luck anywhere else. Please, can you help me?" The desperation in her voice startled even her.
"Of course. You have a lovely figure. You need something tasteful yet elegant, yes?"
"I don't know about my figure. Pregnancy did a number on it." She glanced down at Jayden.
"Hello!" Jayden piped up enthusiastically.
"Well, hello there. What's your name?"
"Jayden William Malfoy. This is my Mum."
"Well, aren't you the little helper?"
"Yes, sir. I a big boy. What's your name?"
The man knelt before the small, flaxen-haired boy. "My name is Theodore. Can you be a big helper and sit quietly while we make your Mummy beautiful?
"Yep. I a big boy." Jayden stepped closer to Theodore and crooked his tiny index finger. "Come here. I tell you a secret."
Theodore leaned into the little boy's mouth and listened to the hushed whispers. "Da said if I was a good boy, he'd take me in the sky. I have to be a good boy for Mummy or Da won't take me."
"Oh, well I suggest you be a good boy then." Theodore smiled at Jayden as he nodded enthusiastically.
Ginny looked suspiciously at the pair, but didn't have time to question either her son or Theodore as the dressmaker pulled her away by her wrist.
Jayden sat down quietly in the corner of the room while the man gave his Mum several dress robes to try on. This was going to take awhile, but he had to be a good boy.
Ginny was whirled into and out of several different fashionable dress robes, but none suited her the way she liked. Each one was sent through several different color-changing charms, but still no luck. Ginny had just put on a Muggle style dress Theodore had recommended, when she heard Jayden sob.
"Mummy, I try to be a good boy, but-."
Ginny rushed over to her son and immediately realized what the problem was. She hadn't meant to bring him without his trainer's on that day, but with all the excitement she'd forgotten to change him into them.
"Oh, baby, it's okay. Mummy's sorry for ignoring you. It's okay." She took her son into her arms and stroked his hair lightly.
"I-try-to be-to be-a good boy-Mummy."
"Oh, baby, you're being Mummy's best boy today. This isn't anything that a Scourgify won't fix. It's all right, honey. Don't worry."
"You won' tell Da I was a bad boy?" The crying boy seemed to become happier with this statement.
"No, baby, you weren't a bad boy. Mummy was a bad Mummy for ignoring you. Interrupting Mummy to go to the bathroom doesn't make you a bad boy and neither does you trying so hard to be a good boy that you had an accident."
"Ohtay."
"You tell Mummy the next time you have to go potty."
"Ohtay."
"Promise?"
"I promise, Mummy."
"Okay. We'll be done here in a few minutes and then we'll go get ice cream like Mummy promised, okay?"
"Ohtay."
Ginny cast the Scourgify charm on her son and turned to go back to the mirrors.
"Mummy?"
Ginny turned. "Yes, baby?"
"You look beauty-ful."
Ginny smiled. "Thank you, baby."
Theodore cleared his throat. "I do think we've found it."
Ginny stepped up onto the raised podium in the middle of a bank of circular mirrors. Her mouth dropped open and she turned to see the dress from all angles. It was cut on the bias with a straight seam going across her chest. The strap went over one shoulder and met the other side of the dress after plunging to reveal most of her back. The seams were decorated with little white, twinkling gemstones and the skirt went down into a subtle flourish. It clung to her figure slightly, but not so much that it made her look like a tart. It swished when she walked and made her feel like sex on heels. Theodore showed her shoes with a four-inch heel also bejeweled in the same fashion as the dress.
Theodore made minor adjustments to the length and fit before Ginny nodded her approval. He wrapped up her purchases and Ginny paid him a generous gratuity.
Ginny and Jayden left the store with smiles on their faces and headed to Fortesque's for ice cream.
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Draco woke on the morning of the Ministry Gala with a smile on his face. Ginny had refused to stay at the house the night before. She said she'd had appointments to attend. She had dropped by and left Jayden with him, but he still missed Ginny.
She'd crawled into bed behind him that morning and given him a kiss on his neck. "I have to go to my appointment, but Jayden is in his bed. He hasn't had breakfast, so he'll be starving when he wakes up. His dress robes are in the closet. I'd appreciate it if you could get him ready. See you tonight."
Draco had rolled over too slowly. He'd had every intention of trapping her in bed with him for at least a few minutes of "How's your Father", but she'd been too quick for him. Merlin, she smelled good. She left that scent wherever she went and he loved it. He supposed it was a mix of her grapefruit shampoo, flowery body butter and the Muggle perfume she wore. It was intoxicating at any rate.
Fully awake, he roused himself from the bed just as Jayden bounded into the room and into his too aroused lap. Draco seized up in pain as his son went on babbling about how he was a good boy for Mum and how he got to go flying on Sunday.
As the pain subsided, Draco cracked open his eyes to find his son eyeing him expectantly.
"Da?"
"What Jade?"
"Can we?"
"Can we what?"
"Can we go up in the sky today?" Jayden held his arms out as if he were flying.
"You said you were good for Mummy while you were robe shopping?"
"Uh huh. I extra special good. I had an accident, but Mummy said it was ohtay," Jayden babbled in his special brand of baby talk.
Draco nodded. "We'll have breakfast first. Why don't you find Nippy and ask if she can make us something."
Jayden nodded and slid off the edge of the bed until his tiny feet reached the floor.
Draco's voice caught him at the door. "Jayden."
"Uh huh?"
"Do not tell Nippy that we want ice cream for breakfast again, is that understood?"
Jayden looked at the floor pitifully and nodded his head.
"Tell her what you'd like, but it must be breakfast food."
"Ohtay."
Draco eyed Jayden suspiciously as his son suddenly seemed to have an idea and scampered off quickly.
Draco moved off the bed and decided a quick shower was in order. He had to relieve the lust Ginny had caused along with the ache his son had inflicted.
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Breakfast was a jovial affair. Nippy had caught onto Jayden's tricks early on, but still hadn't found the heart to deny him. She was happy he listened to his father, so she didn't have to go to Fortesque's this early in the morning again. French toast with powdered sugar and honey was served to both Malfoy men and they ate heartily.
After breakfast, Draco dressed himself and Jayden in warm clothes and they went flying. Ginny hated it when Draco took their son flying, but she'd consented when Draco had pouted.
They spent a majority of the day flying. Draco took his son to the ground when he'd fallen asleep. They both took a nap and then headed into Diagon Alley to pick up the new dress robes Draco had purchased for the occasion.
"I need a hair cut, little man."
"Me too, Da." Jayden pushed the hair out of his face mimicking his father.
"Alright, let's go get handsome for Mummy, shall we."
"Yeah!"
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Ginny couldn't believe she'd subjected herself to this. Not that it was all bad, the massage had been very nice, but the charms for hair removal were not pleasant. Hermione had once told her how the Muggles did it and it left Ginny horrified. She preferred magical means since they seemed far less painful. Ginny had come in rather early this morning and it was nearing six o'clock. They'd given her a massage and inflicted so many hair removal charms on her she couldn't imagine having any hair left. They'd done her hair and make up. Now she just had to wait for her toes and nails to dry properly.
She'd gone to Theodore for a recommendation as to where to procure all of these services and this is the place he'd recommended. He'd called and made the appointments for her as she knew very little as to what went on in establishments such as these. She had listened while he described what he envisioned for her and told her where to go and what time to show up. She was eternally grateful.
The pedi-witch took her hand and cast one last charm on her to ensure her make up, hair, and polish remained unblemished, handed her the instructions for the charm to remove said coif and such, and bid her good day. She grabbed her dress and shoes, paid for the services and walked out the front door to an Apparation point.
Ginny Apparated into the house to find it empty, and she was grateful for that. No good the boys seeing her look incomplete. She went into the bathroom and hung her dress on a hook next to the shower. She caught a glance of herself and was floored. She looked beautiful, even if she did say so herself. Her hair was in an elegant up-do and her make up was flawless and natural, but still striking. She couldn't believe the transformation. She heard the pop of an Apparation and heard her son ask Draco if she was home.
"Gin?"
"Mummy?"
"I'm in the bathroom. Don't come in here!"
"Alright, we'll be ready as soon as I get Jayden cleaned up and we get dressed."
"Okay."
Ginny heard whispering, a few moments of silence, and then a little knock at the door. "Mummy?"
"Da's not with you, is he, poppet?"
"No, Mummy, jus' me."
Ginny opened the door and let her son in the bathroom.
"What do you need, poppet?"
"Da and I went up in the sky today!"
"Did you?"
"Yes, Mummy! Then we got Da's clothes and I got a hair cut like a big boy!"
"I see that. You look very handsome."
"Thank you, Mummy. You look beauty-ful. I go tell Da so."
"Alright, baby. Go with Da and get ready."
"Ohtay." Jayden left the bathroom and went back to his father.
"Everything okay, little man?"
"You gotta tell Mummy she's beauty-ful. She likes when you tell her that."
"Alright, little man. Let's go get the ice cream off your face and get dressed."
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"Gin, what's taking so long," Draco shouted from the living room.
"I'll be out in a minute." Truthfully, Ginny had been ready for quite a while, but couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror. She hadn't ever looked so elegant and couldn't believe she was looking at herself. She'd cast anti-charms and every spell she knew to make the mirror stop showing her a false impression, but the image hadn't changed.
She finally decided that she did look that gorgeous. She was thrilled. Exiting the bathroom she made her way down the hallway and stairs to the living room.
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. She looked stunning. He never knew a Muggle dress could look so beautiful. Jayden pulled on Draco's dress robes and crooked his little finger to signify a secret was about to be told.
Draco leaned down and the little boy whispered, "Don' forget, Da."
Ginny descended the rest of the stairs as Draco stood with their son holding on to one hand. He offered her his other arm. "You look stunning, Gin."
"Thank you. You aren't so bad yourself."
"You look so ravishing I might not want to take that dress off you later," his voice toned with lust.
"Maybe I won't give you the option."
"You can't withstand my charms."
"Of course I can, but we'll see if I feel like resisting them later. We're late."
Draco nodded and picked up his son. Ginny held her wand out and gripped onto Draco's arm Apparating them to the Ministry Ball.
The evening was going momentously well. Jayden was being extremely well behaved as he was escorted, via his mother's hip to and from different groups Draco felt it pertinent for them to meet. Ginny was amazed that most of the people they were introduced to were "Pleased to meet her" and "Had heard so much about her and her son."
Narcissa arrived so late it almost wasn't fashionable, but hurried over to her grandson and freed him from his Mother's grasp.
"Go enjoy yourself for a little while. Get a drink. Make Draco dance with you. I'll keep an eye on my tired, little grandson." Jayden tucked his head into the nook of Narcissa's neck and continued sleeping.
Draco's hand found the small of Ginny's back. "Mother has a wonderful idea. Let's dance, shall we?"
Draco didn't wait for a reply as he led Ginny out onto the dance floor. The orchestra began to play a waltz and the couple swayed in step to the music.
"Having a good time?"
"I am. I do rather enjoy all the compliments I've gotten about how smashing I look. It pays to spend an entire day in a salon."
"You didn't have to do that. You're smashing without all the trimmings."
Ginny blushed. "Thank you. It was murder trying to find something to fit over my hips. I didn't realize how much my body had changed. I haven't had a reason to get dressed up since before Jayden was born."
"Well, it's a raving success."
"Thank you."
The music ended and Draco escorted Ginny off the dance floor. He made his way over to the group they had been talking to before dancing and took back up in the conversation.
"Excuse me, but I'm going to go get a drink."
"I can get it for you."
"No, Draco, it's fine. I'm capable of getting it myself. Stay and chat."
Draco nodded and Ginny made her way over to the bar. She'd been on her feet the entire night and most of it with a toddler on her hip. Regardless of what charms had been placed on the shoes she wore, her legs were killing her. She sat on a stool at the bar as the bartender waited on his last patron.
"What'll you have, miss?"
"It's been ages since I had a drink. What do the society types typically order?"
"Wine that they don't really drink."
"Ah. Why don't you surprise me with something other than wine? Nothing too strong either, if you don't mind. I haven't had much to eat-this dress wouldn't fit properly if I had." They both laughed and the bartender mixed her drink.
"My name is Mike. What's yours?"
"Ginny Weasley. Nice to meet you, Mike." She extended her hand with the intention of shaking his, but he pulled her hand up to his mouth and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. Ginny blushed furiously.
"So, what brings you here, Ginny?"
"Oh, my son's father works closely with the Ministry and wanted us to accompany him this evening."
"Your son's father? You aren't married?"
"No, we're not. It's a long story."
"Alright. You have a boyfriend, Ginny?"
Ginny hesitated. "No, I don't."
The conversation was light, but continued from there. Mike was a nice guy and he seemed to like her well enough. That's the reason why when he asked if he could take her out sometime, she gave him permission to owl her at the Burrow. Draco appeared during that moment in the conversation and asked for another Fire Whiskey.
"Alright, Gin?"
"I'm fine. Can I have another as well?" Ginny downed the drink in front of her.
Mike handed both their drinks.
"Thank you," both said in unison.
"It was nice talking to you, Mike."
"Same here, Ginny."
Ginny walked away from Mike with Draco's hand on her back once again.
They talked amiably with much animation and laughter for the next couple of hours. As it neared midnight, Ginny couldn't take the aching in her legs any longer.
Her hand was tucked in the curve of Draco's arm, so she merely squeezed a little to get his attention.
He looked down at her with an arched eyebrow and leaned his ear close to her mouth.
"These shoes are killing me, Draco. Would it be rude to leave? You can stay if you want, I can just get Jayden and we'll go on home."
Draco nodded negatively, but she wasn't sure to what. His arm snaked around her waist and held her tight to his side. Finally, he began making his apologies and bid his associates a good evening.
"I'm sorry that took so long, but yes, it would have been rude to leave right then. Unless our child was in serious distress, it would have been frowned upon for you to leave without saying good-bye to everyone and, most especially, to the host. In this case, the Ministry is the host, so you can get away with just saying good-bye to everyone else."
She nodded and leaned into his shoulder. They made their way around the room with Ginny considerably shorter than she had been earlier in the evening. She patted Draco's chest pocket to make sure that her shrunken shoes were still present and continued to tell all her new acquaintances that she'd had a lovely time.
They reacquired their son from Narcissa and promised they'd come over for tea the following day. Once home, they put Jayden to bed, and made a mad dash for the shower. It wasn't until Draco's hands had freed her from her dress and began to let down her hair did she remember the anti-charms to release her hair from its servitude and vanquish the make up from her face.
She rummaged around in her bag to find the instructions. Draco snatched them from her hand once she was back in the bathroom. He muttered the incantation and removed the pins and clips holding her hair up. He massaged her scalp as her hair fell down around his fingers. He pulled the hair to one side and kissed her shoulder and neck.
"Do you realize how beautiful you looked tonight?"
"No. Show me." Draco hoisted her into his arms and carried her to bed hell-bent on showing her exactly what
she asked.
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