Where To Go On Vacation
Ginny sat up on her bed, reading a note from Luna, whom she felt like she hadn't seen all year, except for the train ride to and from Hogwarts. A huge smile swept over her face as she read the short note, and she took off out of her room up to Ron's room and entered without evening knocking. He was taking down his Canon posters and carefully rolling them up to be taken to his and Samantha's new flat.
For a moment all Ginny did was stare at the blank wall in front of her, not expecting to feel the emotions she did of having her brother leave home. Ever since she was born he had been there; he had lived there the longest WITH her and now his room was bare.
"Ginny?" Ron looked up at her from his spot on the bed, where he was rolling up the last of the posters. "You ok?"
"Yeah, it's just…so…bare," she turned and looked at the wall behind her then the ceiling and sure enough, everything was taken down. The comforter remained on his bed; he said Samantha refused to have the orange "thing" on her bed, so it was staying.
"I can't believe you're getting MARRIED!" she forgot about Luna's letter, still in her hand as she watched her older brother finish putting the poster in a cardboard tube and capping it.
"Me neither. What was I thinking?" he responded, with a smile then patted the bed next to him as he wrote the kind of poster that he just rolled on the outside of the tube.
"Are you scared? I mean, she's a Muggle and…I don't know…living with someone you haven't ever lived with…it's scary isn't it?" Ginny asked, thinking of her possibly living with Draco Malfoy at this time next year. She sat next to Ron and stared at her hands.
"Yeah, I suppose it is, but I'm excited at the same time. Trying to intertwine our lives and schedules…it'll be interesting," he draped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him.
It was Christmas Day evening and all the presents had been opened, Percy actually dropped by for an early dinner then left again, but it had made her mother extremely happy so it was worth putting up with his pompous attitude. Ginny was ready to leave the next morning with Draco and was very excited about it. She hadn't told anyone about the conversation she had with him about a ring. He never came out and asked or said anything the normal way, so she couldn't REALLY say he asked her to marry him. The urge to tell someone was huge inside her and she was waiting until she saw Hermione at Ron's wedding to tell her. 'I'll tell Ron' she thought suddenly to herself feeling close to him, even thought it had been two months since she had seen him. The longest period of time they had gone without seeing each other since his first year at Hogwarts.
"Ron?" Ginny sat up and his arm slipped from her shoulders. He turned towards her and looked down at her. "If I tell you something, do you promise not to say anything to anyone…until I say it's ok to?"
"Merlin Ginny, you aren't going to make me an uncle are you?" he asked in a stricken voice.
"NO!" Ginny said laughing. "Not even close." She thought she heard Ron murmur "Thank Merlin" under his breath.
"Get on with it then," he nudged her and watched her staring at her hands.
"Draco and I are getting engaged at the end of the school year," she blurted out. She felt him stiffen slightly beside her and she looked up at him. He looked stricken, amused and happy all at the same time.
"OH….well…I guess I should say first off that I'm glad you're happy…but the idea of having him for a brother in law still scares me a bit," Ron admitted. "I guess you can't wear a ring and make it public while you're still in school can you?"
Ginny shook her head and proceeded to tell him what he had said the night of the Yule Ball. Ron actually smiled.
"That was so Slytherin slick, the way he broached that subject! Are you happy? You look happy about it," Ron questioned trying to keep the anger he still felt about Malfoy down. It wasn't as strong as before, maybe because he hadn't seen him in a few months but it was still there.
"I am, just impatient for the school year to be OVER," she noticed the paper in her hand and held it out to Ron. He took it from her and as he read through it he began laughing.
"Luna and Neville are getting married! Oh, there's a pair for you!" he chuckled. "Another summer wedding…when will they ever stop?" Ron handed her the paper and Ginny shrugged.
"We still have to get Fred and George married-," Ginny began smiling.
"I reckon that will be the most fun wedding ever. Even if they manage a double wedding…," Ron laughed and for the next few minutes they bantered back and forth about what their older brothers would most likely do during their wedding.
That evening, Ron went and brought Samantha over and the family sat around discussing the wedding, the holidays, the
rumors about the Death Eaters which had to be explained to Samantha in detail. Ginny realized just how different the
Muggle and Magic Worlds were and she hoped that Ron and Samantha could successfully integrate theirs and make it a
happy one.
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"Are you sure I don't need anything else?" Ginny asked, holding the bag she was told to pack while standing in Draco's flat.
"Yes, for the millionth time. You're fine," Draco called from the bedroom.
Ginny looked at the two bags by the door; Draco wouldn't let her look in one of them so she wondered what else he had up his sleeve this time.
Finishing her coffee she set it in the sink where it washed itself and zoomed back to the cupboard.
"Ready?" Draco came out of the hall and Ginny nodded. She was highly curious about where they were going. Both were dressed in short sleeve shirts and lightweight pants. She guessed somewhere warm but he remained closed-mouth about anything that had to do with the trip.
"I've been ready," Ginny smiled and went to stand next to him and grabbed her bag, while he grabbed the other two in one hand and put an arm around her and without saying anything else they disapparated.
Ginny opened her eyes and immediately had to squint. It was bright. And she was outside.
"Come on!" Draco said urging her forward and as she came to her senses she gasped.
They were on a beach, palm trees everywhere, she could smell the salt air and it was very warm. Up ahead was a very large haunted looking house and Ginny stopped.
"Is that like the tents from the Quidditch World Cup? Is it going to be huge on the inside?" she asked, doing a full 360 degree turn and taking in the trees, the sand dunes, the seagulls that were flying around.
"Let's go see shall we?" Draco called waiting a bit up ahead. She trotted as fast as she could in the sand and followed him up a boarded walkway, carefully stepping onto the porch and following Draco inside.
Indeed she was right.
It was definitely a Magical vacation spot with chandeliers suspended in mid air, shore birds of all kinds walking around, the floor was marble and there was a huge fountain to the side of the front door. She saw numerous young couples wandering around dressed in everything from bikinis to the elaborate dress robes for lavish occasions, such as weddings.
"Where ARE we?" Ginny whispered as they approached the front desk. Draco ignored her question by just smiling at her and instructing her to stay with their bags while he checked them in. She sat in a glittering gold and white armchair, while their bags rested at their feet. Open mouthed she looked at the entrance way with the beautiful plants that seemed to be growing up out of the floor; she briefly thought of Neville and how much he would love those plants. On the ceiling, if there was a ceiling, was the sky that seemed to just go up endlessly into space. Around the walls she could see the different levels of this place…the balconies circled the entrance way and she could see door leading onto the balcony's. Her gazing was cut short when Draco came back and with a wave of his hand their bags were gone.
"Come on, let's go see where we will be staying," he took her hand and Ginny just walked next to him speechless. He walked her back past the reception desk, past what looked like a dining room and an entrance to a pool and out the back door to a dark gold colored brick walkway. Turning around, as he led her forward, she glanced up at the haunted looking house then almost stumbled as she felt him make a left turn through some trees. Up ahead was a modest looking cabin whose door opened as they walked up to it.
Inside was even more glamorous than she could have imagined.
Plush white and gold furniture adorned the living room with a bar in the corner. There was a floor to ceiling fireplace separating the living room from a small kitchen. She saw a piano tucked into the corner with a beautiful plant on top that seemed to sway to its own rhythm.
She just stood there staring at everything, taking it all in and not believing she was…wherever she was. Wordlessly she walked through the living room and stopped at a hallway turning around to Draco who was watching her expectantly.
"This is where we are staying?" she asked quietly and he nodded.
"Where are we? I never even knew this place existed!" she looked at a picture on the wall which was a photo of the ocean taken from a balcony off the bedroom. She could see the waves lapping at the beach and the palm trees rustling in the wind.
"There is a magical island off the coast of Bermuda for vacations like this. You've heard of the Bermuda Triangle the Muggles call it? Well, it's there for a reason, to protect this place. But, since some ships and planes have actually made it here, not by choice, that's the reason the resort looks run down, to keep Muggles away," Draco asked, happy that he had totally floored her. She nodded and wandered around the little house looking at the bedroom, the very large comfortable looking bed---which she blushed at realizing for the next four days she would be sleeping with him as a couple. There was a balcony off their bedroom that led down to the beach, and from the looks of it a private beach. Walking out back to the living room she saw Draco sitting on the sofa looking at some pamphlets and she sat next to him.
"If I seem floored, surprised and…well, it's because I am," she felt suddenly strange being away from their own little worlds, with him. No one to watch them or tell them what to do; no friends around the corner and no rounds for her to do at night. It was just them. Draco and Ginny. Four days to themselves.
"Good," he smiled at her and turned her head towards his and kissed her gently. "Is there anything you would like to do?" he handed her a pamphlet and she perused it seeing there was a dance every night, Wizarding Golf where the holes changed position every 15 minutes, there were shots of the beach and pool and every night it listed a different activity.
"I think I would just like to walk the beach," Ginny answered and watched Draco get up and grab a bag, bringing it over to the sofa.
"Then you will probably need the Christmas gift from my mother," he pushed the bag towards her. Ginny gave him a guarded look and unzipped it, pulling out item after item of new clothing wrapped in simple brown paper; seven different outfits and two bathing suits. She stared at all of them to stunned and emotional to speak. She looked up at Draco, casually leaning against the wall, then down at the clothes.
"Clothes? How did she know my size and why?"
"Well, I wanted to keep it a secret as much as I could, so telling you to bring your suit or shorts would have given it away; my mother offered to buy some outfits and when she came over that day when we had dinner she did it so she could see you."
"You set me up!" Ginny looked at him, picking up a brilliant blue one piece suit and looking at a tasteful two piece that was red. "You Slytherin's…," she muttered under her breath looking at the lightweight tops, shorts and a sundress that were all packed in their own wrapping…and they fit her taste of simple so perfectly. Ginny stood up and walked through the mess she made of paper and clothes.
"Thank you," she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "This is all so…wonderful and overwhelming I don't even know where to begin!" She kept her arms around his neck and felt him slide his hands around her waist until they met behind her.
"Whatever you want to do," he told her seriously and brushed back her hair catching sight of the earrings. She saw him look where his hand was and she reached up and touched them.
"I love these too. You can't keep doing things like this or you'll spoil me," Ginny kissed him again and he made a happy noise under his breath. Smiling against his mouth she ran a hand down his back and pulled his hips to hers and then pulled away. "I think I may need to thank you in a way that you'll understand," she said in a deeper than normal voice, watching his eyes light up.
"You know how rubbish I am with words and all," he whispered leaning down to kiss her neck. She grabbed his hand and didn't have to do much coaxing to get him to the bedroom and once there they kicked off their shoes and before his hands could take off any other item of clothing she gently pushed him down on the bed, climbing up and straddling him, then leaning down letting her tongue touch his for a few moments then moving it down his jawline to his ear then neck.
Under his hands which were unbuttoning her shirt, she felt her heart thudding, scared for how much control she was attempting to take from him. She helped him off with her shirt and stopped her gentle sucking for a second as she felt his hands on her chest making her push her hips deeper into him. Trying to take her mind off the feelings of desire that flowed through her she went to work on his shirt, helping him sit up then whip it away from his body. He tried to wrap his arms around her and turn her to her side but she grabbed his hands, threaded her fingers through them and stretched herself out on his body until her lips were near his ear.
"Let me thank you…properly," she whispered laughing inwardly at the word "properly". He started saying her name to protest but she silenced him with her mouth as she moved one of her hands down his chest, kneading and lightly scraping her nails as she went, and when she reached his pants she undid the snap and zipper slowly, feeling him dig his one free hand into her back. Kicking off his pants she felt him pull his arm down and somehow reach between her and him and unbutton her khaki pants. Deciding to let him, she shimmed out of them while still on top, feeling him respond to her movements as she tried to keep all the pounding and thudding in her body under control. It wasn't helping that his hands were moving towards a certain part of her lower body… so that's when she made her move, to do something she hadn't done before.
Lightly she ran her lips down his throat, pausing to feel his rapid pulse under her mouth and felt his hands come to her shoulders. Sliding to the side of him as she worked her way down kissing his chest, flicking her tongue out occasionally, she used one hand to help him out of his boxers. By the time she reached his stomach she could hear how quick his breathing was and felt one of his hands rest on her head and saw the other one clenching the sheet next to him. She reached up and moved her hair to one side. Running her tongue along his belly button she felt almost scared about what she was going to do. But she had heard her older brothers make comments about this; Hermione had mentioned something and between all her dorm mates and some of their older siblings, she had a pretty good idea how to get a guy worked up using only her mouth and tongue.
As she took him in her mouth, tentatively at first she felt him buck against her and she pulled back a bit, then she moved her tongue slowly around him as much as she could being gentle, wrapping her cool fingers around the part of him she couldn't take in her mouth she heard moan and felt him move against her.
"Ginny…," he breathed, one hand tangled in her hair and the other was on top of her hand, grabbing it hard. "Merlin…you're killing me," he groaned as she squeezed her hand a bit and moved her tongue in opposite circles as she pulled her head up.
"Stop," his voice was deep and gravelly and as she turned to look up at him he grabbed her and yanked her up towards him, crushing his lips with hers as he pulled her knickers off of her, feeling how ready she was for him. She scrambled to stay on top of him, to finish what she had started. His hands brushed her stomach then moved upward unsnapping her bra, throwing it to the side.
Quickly she propped herself up on her hands and met his darkened eyes and pushed herself down onto him seeing his eyes close as he arched up into her, his hands scrambling to her hips. She kissed him, her tongue dancing with his as she moved against him, trying to slow down his movements, but he was stronger and she gave in to him hearing him moan against her lips bringing her to the peak of her excitement. Her cries mingled with his as they moved faster until she felt herself spinning out of control. She grabbed the pillow on either side of his head as her body froze for a minute and she held her breath feeling her and Draco melting together as she felt the tension pour out of her then feeling him move beneath her slowly bringing down back their fast paced rhythm. Ginny collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily and feeling all her muscles relax, drained of strength.
"Are you trying to torture me on our first day of holiday?" Draco asked tiredly in her ear and she shook her head, her eyes took in all the items on the bedside table, still in place. It made sense to have a sticking charm to everything in the room. She didn't need to be doing any repairing on her holiday. Rolling off of him she burrowed under the light blanket.
"Not at all, at least not before lunch," she curled up next to him he arranged the soft blanket over them. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"No, but you sure showed me pretty well," he ran his hand through her long hair, lazily. "I love you," he replied softly still not used to hearing those three words come out of his mouth.
"So, now what do you want to do?"
"Well….I didn't sleep so well last night…we could nap, then go to lunch…," Ginny looked up at him and he moved his head so he could look down at her.
"That sounds like a plan," he felt her snuggle her head into that crook of his neck so he could feel her breathing which he loved. Slowly she drifted off to sleep but he stayed awake, holding her, savoring the moment, taking in the sweet smell of her shampoo, the curve of her naked body against his and still a little bit shocked that she had just done what she did.
He loved that she still managed to keep him on his toes and he knew from the moment that she had dinner ready for him (the time she came to his flat when he asked, or rather told her too) that he wanted her…forever.
He never thought he would fall this hard and so completely for anyone. No one had ever prepared him for this, especially for a Weasley and now that he had adjusted to the fact that he had someone else to take care of besides himself and his mother, he felt he could handle the responsibility and was eager to get there. If she wasn't a student or he wasn't teaching she would have a ring on her finger at this moment and probably a wedding before Spring popped up. But, for now he was just going to have to be patient…a trait he was still learning.