Saturday Night Ball
Before walking into the ballroom Draco placed his left arm around his wife. He whispered in her ear, "Your beauty brightens the night, my love. Every man wishes he were I, for I have you." He kissed her on the cheek as they entered the Flint's ballroom fashionably late. They greeted their hosts quickly before heading for their seats.
Ginny was not pleased to find they were dining at the head table along with Lucius and Narcissa. Now, she would be held to Lucius' standards for proper dining. Draco gave her a reassuring smile. "You're the prefect society wife, Ginny. Don't let anyone treat you otherwise," he whispered. He pulled out her chair and helped her sit. While doing so he quickly gave her backside a squeeze. She eyed him evilly. He merely winked and smirked.
An older, very short wizard with dark hair sat down at the table and stared at Ginny. Her mind raced, for Merlin's sake, am I so large that he can't believe it. Ginny rubbed her pregnant belly. The wizard tried to look away but his eyes kept returning until Mr. Flint spoke.
"I believe all of us gentlemen know each other." The wizards nodded. "I believe the Richardsons are the only couple needing introductions. Stan Richardson is the new Vice President of Business Loans at Gringotts. They moved from Spain two months ago. His wife, Marta, is a member of a number of charity groups. I'll start on my left with my wife Sara, next to her is Narcissa Malfoy, her husband Lucius, their son Draco and Draco's lovely wife, Ginevra, who is expecting their first child." Stan Richardson nodded at each one who was introduced. But when Ginny was introduced, he gave her a puzzled expression and addressed her.
"You look very familiar to me, Mrs. Malfoy. Have we met before?"
"Please, feel free to call me Ginevra." Ginny would have loved to say, "Call me Ginny," but she didn't need a lecture from all three of the other Malfoys at the table about being too informal. "I don't believe so. I have never been to Spain and I haven't been to Gringotts in weeks."
"She looks like that handsome young director in your department," Marta stated after looking Ginny up and down. "What was his name again?" she paused. "Oh, yes Weasley. Bill Weasley."
"That's it, dear." Stan smiled at his wife. Ginny saw Lucius sneer quickly at the sound of her maiden name.
Ginny smiled widely and answered proudly, "Bill is my oldest brother."
"He's one of my best officers, very intelligent young man," Stan declared.
Draco smirked at his father. Although Lucius was doing an excellent job of hiding his displeasure over the current conversation, Draco could see it.
"Bill's always excelled at work," Ginny added while she eyed Draco who nodded.
"Sara, I heard your grandson is talking?" Narcissa entered, changing the subject to eliminate her husband's discomfort.
"Oh yes," Sara started. Narcissa had been successful. The table conversation changed to talk about grandchildren.
Draco leaned over and whispered into Ginny's ear. "Enjoyed my father's discomfort?" She nodded. "You look beautiful when you're gloating." He kissed her cheek and she giggled. "Your giggles warm my heart, Love."
As the waiter approached the table, Draco advised, "Have the champagne with the second course, Gin." Ginny's midwitch had informed her one alcoholic drink a week would be fine, so Draco had discussed the meal with the chef and found the best course to pair with wine. When the waiter placed Ginny's first course, Mandarin Oranges with Salmon Mousse Quenelles, she informed him to serve her wine with the second course only.
Draco started his standard dinner routine. His left hand went to her right thigh, softly caressing it. Before taking his first bite, he whispered to her,
"Sweet Spring is here, my dearest love;
The flowers are in bloom;
Their fragrance travels through the air
And floats into my room."
As everyone at the table talked about new laws the Ministry was thinking of imposing on businesses, Ginny was busy running the first verse of her husband's poem in her head. It's a new one, she realized. His soft touch was also distracting her. When the second course, Smoked Trout Pate served with Champagne Granita, was set in front of her, Draco gave her leg a little squeeze queuing her to lean towards him. He whispered,
"Grim Winter's grip upon our love.
Has given way, at last,
And now, we are able to share again
What we had in the past."
He brought her into the group's conversation by discussing the second course. Opinions on food were always a safe topic. Ginny had learned a great deal about food and wine combinations in the last months. The third course, Shrimp Bisque Flambe, was served and Draco whispered,
"Pleasant memories flood my mind;
My heart begins to race,
At the thought of kissing you again
While in your warm embrace."
He kissed her cheek, the sign that the poem was completed. Lucius gave his son a stern look. In Lucius' opinion kissing one's wife during dinner was inappropriate. Draco smirked at his father. While the older women talked openly about the coming charity event, Draco took the opportunity to flirt with his wife. "You're enchanting this evening, I can't wait to hold you in my arms," he softly said while running his fingers down the side of her face and looking with love and longing into her eyes. Ginny relaxed into his touch when she heard a sigh to her left. Realizing Mrs. Richardson had heard and seen their intimate moment jolted Ginny out of the blissful state that Draco had created for them.
When the fourth course, Mesclun Salad served with Lemon Vinaigrette and Fresh
Asparagus, was placed on the table, Draco whispered to her again,
"I think you are sensational,
Spectacular and more;
Your luscious lips and charming smile
Are things, I can't ignore."
With fifth course, Pink Grapefruit Sorbet to cleanse the palate, Draco whispered,
"The sound of your alluring voice ...
The way you call my name;
You can't begin to understand
How you set my heart aflame."
The main course, Trout filled with Salmon Mousse in Puff Pastry, Gaufrette Basket filled with Carrot Ball and Potato Cutout topped with a Zucchini Flower, was placed before her. Ginny knew she should be listening and watching Narcissa and the other ladies. The topic of conversation changed a number of times during dinner. It would never cease to amaze Ginny how upper class people knew to change the subject before disagreements started. Narcissa was a master at this. Lucius' strong opinions must have helped her hone this skill, Ginny thought. Focus, she tried to tell herself. but Draco had her attention now. He was softly massaging her thigh with his left hand. She couldn't help but wonder if others at the table noticed Draco's missing hand. Well, there wasn't anything she could do about it if they had and she didn't want to. His touch relaxed her and he whispered,
"And whenever you are in my arms;
Your body soft, sublime ...
Gives me a taste of Heaven
And stills the march of time."
With the seventh course, Ice Cream wrapped in a Tuille, Draco finished the poem,
"You are an inspiration;
You're entrancing and divine;
So fortunate am I, my love
To know that you are mine."
Lucius stared in disbelief at his son rushed to the dance floor as soon as it was opened. Sara Flint turned to Mrs. Richardson and giggled. "You'll have to excuse them."
"Young love. Still newlyweds?" Mrs. Richardson asked looking dreamily at the young couple now dancing.
"That and Draco has been in France for a week." Sara added. "Have they chosen a name, Narcissa?"
"She is carrying a boy," Lucius stated proudly. His mood changed instantly. He was very happy his first grandson would be entering the world in a short time.
"They are naming him, Thuban, in accordance with Black family tradition," Narcissa said with elation in her voice. The group talked happily about what appeared to be two people very much in love dancing in front of them.
Ginny grunted as she reached her arm up to Draco's shoulder. "Is there a problem, Gin?"
"Yes, a pain in the arse prat wouldn't let me wear heels tonight. I'm sure we're quite a sight with a twenty centimeter height difference. I can't even rest my head on your shoulder," she complained.
"Pregnant witches shouldn't wear heels," he admonished her before playfully kissing her lip then biting it. "You can rest you head on my shoulder all you want once we get home. Besides, last time you wore heels you complained about your feet aching and I only got one dance."
"Well, the extra weight of your son caused that," she answered.
Draco chuckled at her. "He is starting to cause problems." He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "I was hoping to get at least two dances in with my beautiful wife tonight." In a sweeping yet graceful motion, he glided across the dance floor with her out of sight of his parents. The tightening of his grip informed her the time for conversion had ended and his seduction had begun.
She had often wondered how many young witches he had talked into his bed by merely dancing with them. His eyes appeared to be continuously focused on her. Peering into her soul, letting her know she was the most beautiful and graceful woman ever to be in his arms. As always, she melted into him as they moved as one, dance after dance.
Their last dance was a waltz. It was meant to be danced close but Ginny's pregnancy prohibited that. The height difference caused her belly to brush against his private area. She could feel his desire growing. She smirked at him after each brush. "You're lucky dress robes hide that little problem of yours, Mr. Malfoy," Ginny quipped.
Draco raised his eyebrows questioningly at her. "Little! Mrs. Malfoy? I guarantee you there is nothing little about it."
"I'll take your word, shall I?" she asked cheekily.
His eyes which had been filled with admiration for the woman in his arm, became the color of pure lust. The music changed to a quickstep and Draco led Ginny from the dance floor to the ballroom exit.
"Draco, we have to do some socializing before we leave," she protested half-heartedly.
"I'm merely tired from my business trip. Everyone will understand," he winked before taking her into his arms and Disapparating.
They Apparated into their bedchamber, his lips crashed down onto hers the moment she appeared. They were both breathless when he broke the kiss. After he recovered, he cradled her face into his hands and looked deeply into her eyes and said,
"Some people need a peck or two;
For others a simple smooch will do;
Too many, a graze will stimulate;
A few may want to osculate.
And then, there are those who need a smack;
For flowery words they have a knack.
But all I want from you is bliss,
Which you can give me with a plain, old kiss!"
He leant down and kissed her gently. Ginny ran her tongue around his lips and he opened his mouth to her. They deepened the kiss as Draco gently guided Ginny to her dressing room. He put his hands around to the back of her neck and removed her necklace, then kissed her neck where the necklace had been. The smooth, unblemished skin was too tempting for him and he couldn't help but linger long enough to leave a small purple spot on the side of her neck. Draco removed her earring before licking and sucking on the lobe. The simple feel of his breath on her neck sent shivers through her. He removed the other earring and gave her other lobe the same treatment. She felt herself dampen and quaked at the thought of her husband's next move.
Draco removed the combs that held up her hair. He ran his fingers through her long locks and sighed against her neck. "Beautiful" he whispered. "Merlin, I love the feel of your tresses on my face." He moved his lips back to hers and, while kissing her passionately, he removed her gown. Draco broke the kiss only to lift her slip over her head. He kissed her from the waist up as he did this. Once the slip was gone, he kissed his way down her again removing her stockings and shoes.
Ginny prodded him to rise to his feet and placed a series of kisses on his face and mouth. She now guided him into his dressing room. She removed his dress robe quickly. She forced herself to slow her pace when she took off his tie and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his dress shirt exposing his v-neck undershirt. The sight of his pale white skin connecting his shoulder and neck attracted her full attention. She started lightly biting and sucking at it as she unbuttoned the remaining front buttons on his shirts. Ginny ran her hands up the front of his undershirt and kissed down his arm. She kissed each hand before removing the cufflinks.
Ginny couldn't help but smile as she placed his cufflinks in their box. Draco's cufflinks always matched her jewelry. She helped him out of his shirt and undershirt and kissed him down to his belt. He hissed when she rubbed her hand against his still clothed member. She unbuckled his belt, undid his button and zipper and started to kneel but he stopped her.
"Let them fall, Love," he whispered before kissing her.
Draco freed himself of his shoes, pants and socks as they kissed. Ginny's hand swept in front of his tented boxer, lightly touching his tip through the cloth.
He took her hand in his and started moving it to the inside of his boxers. She pulled back a little, and he pleaded. "Please, Ginny. Touch me."
They had been married for nine months, she was eight months pregnant with his child, they had intercourse daily, but she had not touched his unclothed manhood yet. She had refused too. She looked into the eyes of her husband as he whimpered again. "Please, Ginny."
What was she afraid of? That thing had been inside of her. And it felt damn good there. It couldn't hurt her hand. She let him guide her hand to his member.
He moaned when she touched the soft skin. "Thank you, Ginny. Merlin, that feels good." She softly touched and explored her husband's penis with her hand, as he gasped and growled out his pleasure. She loved this newfound control her simple touch caused, but she was surprised by his reaction when she closed her hand around him and started to pump.
Draco seized her hand. "Merlin, witch, stop. I nearly came."
"Really," Ginny giggled. "What if I want to make you come this way?"
He chuckled at her. "I'm counting on that. But not until after the baby comes."
"Oh, I understand now. Thinking ahead! I should I say thinking with your head," she quipped as she ran her hand along the head of his penis.
Draco lifted her up and headed for their bed. "Enough of your teasing, Love. It's time."
He placed her softly on the bed and removed her bra. His impatience coupled with the fact that her pregnancy made her breasts overly sensitive, caused him not to linger in his attentions to them. But he couldn't help caressing and suckling them briefly. Draco kissed down her body and removed her wet knickers. As he kissed his way up her legs she whimpered. "I want you inside me, now." She slapped his hand away when he went to insert a finger. "No, your dick, you prat. I'm about to explode," she hissed. "Draco!" she yelled, as he appeared to be moving away from her.
"Love, give me a minute. I've come up with a different, and hopefully better, position."
He placed himself on his side at an angle to her. He lifted her left leg over his hip and placed her right leg in-between his. She could feel his member at her opening and he slowly scooted himself closed to her until he was completely inside. They both moaned when their pelvises met. His movements were slow but delightful and they didn't cause her pregnant belly to move. Sounds of pleasure escaped both of them as Draco maintained the slow tantalizing pace. It had been three month since they had coupled in a slow mating. The other position they had tried caused Ginny to tire quickly.
Now the feeling of his balls rubbing against her leg was erotic. She could tell by their tightening that he was very close to release, but she wanted this to last longer. She collected herself.
"What did Lucius say about your tardiness to the board meeting?" Ginny asked through her gasps of pleasure.
"What?" Draco snapped and stopped moving.
"What did your father have to say about your tardiness to the board meeting?" she repeated.
"Are you mental?"
She rubbed her leg against his sack. It was loose again, but she also felt his member softening. So, she clinched her inner muscles around him.
"No, you were too close. I'm enjoying myself and wanted it to last longer."
"Selfish witch," Draco muttered before starting to move again.
"I'm learning from the best," she quipped back.
After some time, Draco's slow exquisite thrusts elicited an overwhelming orgasm from Ginny's body. She felt herself quake and Draco's release flow into her. Bliss overtook her. She felt completely loved and had to remind herself that this wasn't love. This was sex. Shut it, she told to herself. That was extremely enjoyable and I want him to cuddle me now.
"Draco, Love, cuddle me" Ginny whimpered.
Quickly, Draco was behind her pulling her to him, holding her tight.
"You're an incredible lover. Thank you," she whispered.
"My pleasure. Anytime. Anything else I can do for you?" he retorted.
She giggled at him. "Well, now that you ask, I do have this craving."
Draco growled in displeasure. He was warm and happy lying next to her. Why couldn't he keep his cheek to himself? Ginny had started to crave Muggle foods the last month. He really didn't feel like running around Muggle England looking for open shops. And he could send a house-elf into the Muggle world.
"Well, you asked?"
"That I did, my love. What do you crave?"
"Chocoballs and a Coke."
He rolled over and collected his wand. He was a lucky wizard indeed. He had purchased Chocoballs for her in Paris.
And the last time she sent him out of a Muggle Coke at 3 a.m., he had purchased ten cases of the product.
Author's Notes: The first poem was "Kissing You Again". The second poem was "So Fortunate". The last poem was "A Plain Old Kiss". All three poems were written by Ara John Movsesian.