Marriage of Thorns

MARRIAGE OF THORNS

BY: J

DISCLAIMER – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

The lyrics (in bold) to Sarah McLachlan’s Building a Mystery do not belong to me, nor the quote by William Blake.

FICLET SUMMARY –

Challenge Response to Aurora North. One Shot. PWP Smut

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A/N: I can’t say I care too much if the characters may seem OOC or my plot a fluke or that some things were not explained (like how D and G got together) ^__^ This is an answer to a challenge and I wrote it as it came to me, it is plain smut and if you did notice a plot good for you *grin* Sorry - it has not been beta-read as yet. lol, so take your complaining elsewhere folks, I’m writing for free!

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Remove away that black'ning church,
Remove away that marriage hearse,
Remove away that man of blood -
You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

— William Blake

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Marriage is an ancient tradition passed down from generation to generation. My mother refers to marriage as a sacred bond yet my brother refers to it as an ancient curse. An ancient curse indeed. Imagine being chained to one person and then, imagine as your sex-life dwindles to nothingness as your marriage crumbles, your spouse shuttering as if forgetting that you are even there. A wizard marriage is different to that of your regular muggle marriage. Divorce and annulment are ridiculous notions and are impossible to achieve. Not only would you face the disapproval of the wizarding world and your own shame, you are placed under an ancient curse that none have ever been able to break. Not even the notorious Draco Malfoy.

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“You bastard!” Ron struggled against Fred and George as they stared incredulously at the nonplussed man before them. His hair was as neat as ever and his expensive robes held by his body with the grace that was hammered into a Malfoy from birth. Ginny refused to look at either of them as she stood by the fire. They had come to the Burrow to tell her family of their plan to break their marriage. Ron wasn’t supposed to be there. He was the one who had told her about Draco’s Death Eater activities and that alone proved he’d annihilate the man.

“I don’t know what you’re on about Weasley,” Draco sneered, “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

Ron gave a strangled yell and the twins glared at Draco for egging him on. “Fact is Weasley,” Draco drawled, casting a glance towards Ginny who hadn’t met his eyes since they arrived here, “is that I’m not even entirely sure why your sister wants this.”

“It’s because you’re a bloody Death Eater jackass!”

The twins let go of Ron incredulously and Ron threw himself at Draco only to be thwarted as the former Slytherin adeptly avoided the furious redhead. Ginny spun around only to meet the glacial gaze of her husband as he stared at her, fury radiating from him in waves. She shouted as Ron flung himself at Draco again and they fell to the ground.

“It isn’t what you think Ron! Oof!” Fred struggled with his brother only to receive an elbow to the jaw.

“He’s working for Dumbledore,” George yelled angrily, receiving a stunned silence.

Draco Malfoy looked up at his wife as she stared at him, clearly shocked. This was why she was divorcing him? Draco swallowed his anger as he stood, brushing himself off. If his own wife who’d claimed to have loved him couldn’t trust him then she was right, what use was marriage to them. Draco tossed the parchment he hadn’t thought he’d actually use at her feet, suddenly finding it difficult to look at her.

“I’ll see you at the Manor.”

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Ginny Weasley blew the troublesome hair out of her eyes as she watched her husband pace angrily in their living room. Or perhaps his living room as he had taken to call everything his own once he had decided that their marriage was finished.

He decided.

That wasn’t really true but Ginny felt it true to the extent that it really was his fault that their marriage broke apart. He was the one that entertained frivolous, giggling girls in their parlour blatantly in front of her. Draco told her it was business, and that he needed to be seen as a man who was not held down by a wife. He was disgusting in his logic and for Ginny this was the last straw. She’d asked him why and as usual he felt no need to explain and plainly said that she should trust him. Not only was he a spy for Dumbledore and he felt he must lie to her, but he was a cheating man-whore who—

“I can’t believe you really do want this.”

Ginny’s heart clenched at the pain that was evident in his voice and she fingered the tassel on the sofa to avoid meeting his gaze.

“You made the decision Draco,” she said, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “When you decided I couldn’t be told anything, and shut me out…I-I just can’t do it anymore.”

She watched as his gray eyes darkened and the hope that he might open up to her was shattered as his eyes became the fathomless pools that she could no longer try to understand. Swiping quickly at the tear that fell so that he would not see it, Ginny’s heart fell as his eyes followed the motion of her hand. She swallowed thickly and sank into the chair wrapping her arms around herself as if to ward off the dull ache that had begun to reside in her chest.

“This is what you want isn’t it?” she whispered, “You’ll finally be free and can have as many women over as you wish without guilt.”

She’d choked out the last bit, the thought of him with anyone else making her throat tighten. Ginny let her chin fall to her chest in the defeat that was rare to her character. She felt fingers trailing across her cheek so gently that it almost felt imagined. Draco’s fingers ran to her neck where their touch burnt her skin only to tuck neatly beneath her chin to raise her face towards him. Breathing shallowly, Ginny kept her eyes closed as she felt his breath on her face. It caressed her skin with its heat, sending tingles across her skin. His mouth slid wetly across her cheek, licking and kissing tears away with a gentleness that pained her.

“Is that what you think?”

Ginny’s response was quieted as Draco’s mouth sealed over hers in a desperate kiss. His tongue licked demandingly against her lips in rhythm with his hands as they massaged her scalp, only to plunge between the seam of her lips quickly. They moaned together as their mouths moved feverishly against each other, licking and biting. Draco’s hand moved from her neck to breasts to squeeze them gently. With a strangled groan, Ginny pushed him away gasping for breath. Draco stood with his hands in his pockets, as cool and emotionless as ever. His kiss swollen lips belied his icy exterior and Ginny felt a twinge of satisfaction as she glanced at his dishevelled hair.

Curling into herself she stared at him accusingly. “Why are you doing this?”

“The curse of marriage Ginny,” Draco drawled, his voice reverberating smoothly to her ears, causing her heart to speed up, “is that sex is its foundation and union of love.”

Ginny clenched her teeth, ignoring the painful lump in her throat. “So all of this…it’s just a curse.”

Draco didn’t answer but his hooded gaze never left hers and Ginny tried not to shudder at the lust that resided in the depths of his eyes. Her body was burning up with frustration and need but her mind was fighting desperately, holding on to her last thread of control. This was what their supposed love had resorted to; depending on an ancient curse to thrive. It wasn’t what she wanted – not a marriage that consisted of only sex, nor a husband who only saw her as convenient and never confided in her. The lust that had been searing in her shot through her body and clouded her mind, finally taking control. Ginny found herself moaning as unbidden images of Draco laying on top of her played with her imagination.

Draco was on her in a flash, pulling her roughly up to his body so that Ginny gasped at the tight grip he held her in. His hot mouth moved to her neck only to ravage it with a trail of kisses that seemed to burn against her skin. Whimpering Ginny brought her hands up to Draco’s trousers, desperate to feel his skin against hers. His lips never leaving her skin, Draco unbuckled his belt and pushed her roughly against the cool stone of the wall, his hands roaming desperately over her clothes. His mouth moved to her chest and Ginny gasped as his mouth latched onto her breast through her shirt. She pulled at his hair, urging him to move as she fumbled at the buttons of her shirt. Draco made a sound of frustration and ripped the buttons. His mouth moved heatedly across her skin and neither noticed as buttons seemed to rain to the ground.

Ginny could feel Draco’s hard erection against her hips and she ground against it only to be rewarded with a groan as Draco pulled away from her chest to throw his head back. Her hands moved to his hips where his black trousers hung low. Nimbly Ginny pulled his shirt out quickly. Her hands splayed against his abdomen relishing the feel of the crisp hair that trailed from his navel and into his pants. Running her hands up the sides of his body, they found purchase on the small flatness of his nipples which she pinched impishly before rubbing them with the flat of her thumbs. Ginny’s palms ran smoothly against his skin following the contours of his stomach only to pull roughly at the button of his trousers.

“Take off your shirt Ginny,” Draco said breathlessly as he lifted the hem of his own and pulled it off, not bothering to unbutton it. With glazed eyes, Ginny took off her now ruined shirt, her eyes flickering over the pale skin of her husband’s body.

Draco tugged her to the floor onto the shaggy rug she’d protested against when he’d brought it home smirking. Rising to his hands and knees above her body, Draco cast his eyes down her body earning a frustrated growl from the flushed redhead.

“Hurry up Malfoy.”

Ginny couldn’t help notice that he looked feral in the flickering firelight as he smiled lazily down at her. Trailing his fingers along the curve of her waist, Draco unzipped her skirt and pulled it down quickly.

“No underwear Ginny?”

Draco ran his palm down her stomach to her sex and teased her before slipping a finger between her folds and ran it up and down. Ginny whimpered and tossed her head as she moaned.

“Hate wearing thongs,” she gasped out as Draco ran his finger expertly into her and curled it as he stroked her slowly. She heard him chuckle at her answer before adding a second finger and thrust his fingers lazily.

“I forgot,” he whispered.

Ginny’s eyes opened in surprise at his comment, but fluttered closed as his fingers sped up their tempo. Raising her hips slightly, she tried to match his rhythm as his fingers moved nimbly within her. Ginny groaned and bucked desperately at air as Draco slid his fingers out abruptly. Gasping in surprise, she moaned as Draco’s tongue traced her folds leisurely, lapping at her before plunging his pointed tongue into her. Gods, his warms mouth felt like fire as it moved over her, teasing and thrusting. His finger down below her navel to rub against her clit in time to the movement of his tongue. Ginny bucked wildly, throwing her head back as she arched her back. The intense pleasure that ran through her tightened in her belly before shocking her entire system as she came shouting.

Draco wiped his mouth and smiled down at her flushed face. He never tired of seeing her orgasm or seeing her gaze up at him so lovingly. His heart had clenched at that shadows beneath her eyes and the pain that dwelled within her eyes when she had yelled at him before. He was glad he could give her this; to try to show her that he did still love her. Tracing his fingers along her eyelids to her temple and down her cheek, he waited patiently as she caught her breath. Ginny’s eyes opened tiredly, the chocolate brown uncommonly bright. Draco looked away from her swallowing carefully, not wanting to see the tears in her eyes.

Ginny snaked her hands around his hips and pushed him to the rug gently. Kneeling between his legs that spread for her, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down quickly - her eyes never leaving his even as he avoided her gaze. She ran her fingers up his thigh to his thick arousal, teasing him. Draco’s eyes finally met hers and he gazed at her desperately as his breathing grew ragged.

“Ginny,” he moaned grasping her hand. He shut his eyes and breathed shallowly as her hand left his and continued to massage him. Silently, she pulled his boxers off and ran her hands up his thighs and Draco tensed in anticipation. Her hands moved to his sac and cupped him before squeezing gently. The light touch of her fingers moved to the soft skin surrounding his cock and Draco moaned slightly. Ginny caressed his skin with soft but quick movements and massaged the base of his aching arousal. Draco opened his eyes and growled as Ginny brought two fingers to her mouth, sliding them out so that they were coated with her own saliva. Running her hand around the head of his cock, she ran her fingers up and down his shaft quickly, mixing the precum with her spit.

“What do you want Draco?”

Draco’s eyes fluttered open once again and he stared at her with a heady expression, his gasps filling the room. She coated her other hand with saliva only to move to his testicles and rubbed them with a roughness that made him buck his hips harder. Her hands slid up and down his shaft quickly and Ginny smiled with satisfaction as she had him groaning desperately, clenching his hands.

Draco’s heated flesh felt soft against her hands despite the rigid feel. Ginny hadn’t seen him like this for a long time; so open, so vulnerable. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his head lolled back on forth on the black rug as he moaned. His face flushed as Ginny’s ministrations continued. Pumping her hand faster, Ginny leaned down and sucked the swollen reddish head into her mouth trying not to smile as Draco hissed in pleasure that she hoped only she could bring him.

“Oh God…”

At his words, Ginny swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, sucking harder and moving faster. She could feel his pulse racing and she squeezed his balls as Draco moaned, his hands moving through her hair but never forcing her. Her name was on his lips as he growled in satisfaction. Plunging her head down once more, Ginny felt Draco’s penis tightening in her mouth. He struggled to push her away, but Ginny swallowed as his first release came. Almost gagging as his hips bucked wildly, Ginny swallowed quickly, not really one to say that she enjoyed the taste of anyone’s cum.

Draco could barely see straight as the pounding in his head grew to a roar. As he released, he was thankful that he was laying down as the spasm of pleasure shot through his body. His hips thrust unsteadily against Ginny’s mouth.

Gods. Ginny!

She let him slip from her mouth as she fell back against the heels of her feet, her hands planted on the tops of his thighs. Reaching up, Draco pulled her down to him, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss. He made a face at the taste of himself on her as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and massaged her own. Draco pulled away reluctantly and with shaking hands pushed her onto her back.

Leaning down again, Draco paused an inch away from her lips, their heated breath intermingling. He rubbed his forehead against her lips in an affectionate gesture that he hadn’t done in months. He caught the sob that escaped her lips in a kiss and ran his fingers over her cheeks, wiping away her tears as he kissed her gently. Pulling away, Draco stared at her before rising to his feet.

“Just a minute.”

Ginny watched as Draco moved towards the piano, his pale body looking chiselled and shadowed in the firelight. She closed her eyes and lay back against the rug. Gods, he was beautiful.

“I got you these to apologize,” he said, brushing her lips with a chaste kiss. “Wait, don’t open your eyes.”

Ginny waited in anticipation as Draco fumbled with something beside her, the plastic crinkling. The gentle fragrance that wafted from beside her was eerily familiar but she couldn’t place it. She breathed in deeply and sighed in contentment as she felt feathery touches across her chest.

“Draco, where are you?”

She heard him laugh but the feathery touches never stopped. “Right here,” he said sounding incredibly amused. He sounded like he was a foot away, but Ginny couldn’t help smile at the change in his tone. The feathery touch circled her tightening nipple and Ginny moaned as he teased her. Suddenly the feeling was lost only to be replaced by a gentle scraping against her skin. Ginny jumped and the touch was immediately taken away.

“Does it hurt then? I guess Weasleys aren’t used to this sort of pleasure.” Ginny frowned at the challenge that was clear in his mocking tone.

“Don’t be a prick Draco, you just surprised me.”

He didn’t answer her, but she could imagine him smirking at her indignant tone. Ergh, self-righteous… Ginny moaned as the scraping feeling hit her nipple, the pain replaced by pleasure as it hit the tender flesh. Draco’s nails scraped down her stomach and she tensed as it played with the auburn curls between her legs. She gasped as a fire began to burn in her belly. Ginny’s moans seemed to egg Draco on as he traced his nails back up to her breasts.

“Twelve red roses.”

Ginny gasped in surprise, those were thorns touching her!

“I bought them for you on impulse because we haven’t been…” Draco faltered and Ginny desperately wanted to open her eyes to meet his gaze but she also didn’t want the pleasure to stop. As the thorns lazily made their way back to her sex Draco began to speak again. “I realized what I was doing to you, and I hated how you pulled away from me, even though it really was me who was pushing you away. Gods, the way you looked at me, it was as if something was eating me up inside. You make me feel so helpless and I realized it’s because I love you so much.”

Ginny’s eyes flew open and she met Draco’s gaze in surprise. He hadn’t said he loved her in months, hadn’t even expressed that he felt the same way. His gray eyes met hers steadily and Ginny found herself having doubts even as it was.

Turning her head away she stared across the darkly lit room. “This isn’t the ‘curse’ is it?” she asked bitterly.

Draco made a sound of frustration and the flower was tossed away. Pulling her up to sit between his legs Draco held her tightly. “How can you ask that?”

Ginny shifted uncomfortably as Draco’s semi-aroused cock pressed into the small of her back, he expected her to think clearly like this?! Struggling to concentrate, she rested her head against his shoulder. She stared down at their legs that were intertwined and sighed.

“You're so beautiful, with an edge and a charm but so careful when I'm in your arms. It’s as if you can’t even be yourself around me anymore. It’s as if you’re building a mystery.”

Draco’s arms tightened around her and Ginny continued, desperate to get this off her chest. “Oh you're beautiful.” She said bitterly, “a beautiful fucked up man. All these women flock to you and you never push them away. It’s always business. I knew you were dealing with Voldemort!” Ginny gasped as Draco turned her roughly to stare at her.

He opened his mouth to speak but it moved wordlessly.

Ginny rushed on before he interrupted her. “You woke up screaming aloud … a prayer from your secret god maybe,” she said, the last bit said in disgust. Choking she continued. “Draco you’re holding on and holding it in. You don’t tell me anything anymore.”

His grip on her arms tightened painfully and Ginny stifled a cry.

“I don’t support him Ginny,” Draco looked at her so desperately and with so much sorrow she wasn’t sure what she believed anymore. “I don’t!”

“Then why do you have this?” She choked out lifting his hand to show the ugly mark tainting the pale skin of his forearm. Draco snatched his hand away and gazed at the mark, his expression unreadable.

“My father wanted me to. This was before we were together Ginny. I told you I didn’t support him.” He looked at her coolly, his face impassive. Ginny hid her disappointment at the way his face was covered by the quick mask.

Ginny wound her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his chest, breathing in his scent. “But you’re still with them,” she mumbled.

He sighed, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Why’d you shut me out?”

“I couldn’t tell you the things that I’ve seen—” Draco looked down in mild surprise at her muffled snort.

“Thank you for that last act of chivalry,” Ginny said raising her head to look at him. Draco smiled at her wryly. Trust her to make his excuses sound so pathetic.

“Fine I was an idiot,” he said in defeat. To his surprise, Ginny laughed and caught his lips in a kiss. It was supposed to be chaste but she ended up running her fingers into his white hair, pulling his face closer to hers. Draco shifted his hips and Ginny gasped as he entered her quickly only to moan into his mouth as his thickness stretched and filled her. They stayed like this, relishing the completeness that they had both missed for so long. Draco pulled Ginny with him until he was laying down and she straddled his hips, accustoming her body to feel of him inside her.

“Ride me Gin,” he said.

As Ginny shifted above him, Draco struggled not push her onto her back and drive himself into her over and over until they both were pushed over the edge. Her hands smoothed over his chest sending tingles over his body. If Ginny didn’t start moving…

Ginny raised herself up and plunged herself down onto Draco, gasping as he filled her. Soon she found her rhythm and began moving up and down him only to run her clit against his groin as she moved back and forth. They moaned as their pelvises hit and ground against each other. Draco spread her thighs and Ginny cried out as he plunged deeper into her.

Gasping, Ginny thrust herself against Draco as his hand snaked its way between them to stroke her clit. Unable to hold himself back anymore, Draco pushed Ginny onto her back and kneeled between her legs. Bring her legs up to his shoulders he thrust in and out of her with a practised control. Bucking her hips, Ginny met his thrusts as they ground together, breathing heavily. Draco moaned as he looked down at her. Her face was screwed due to the intense pleasure, and she was gasping helplessly as he thrust into her. Stroking her clit faster, Draco flicked his nail against the sensitive nub and Ginny yelled his name as her body bucked against him. Smirking, Draco watched as she plunged her hands into her own hair, tossing her head as the hot streaks of pleasure exploded through her body.

Determined to make her come harder, Draco scooped her up and pulled her to his chest raising her body up and down onto him eliciting sexy mewls of pleasure that aroused him even more than he thought possible. He leant his head down and found her nipple only to suck it roughly. Ginny whimpered and pulled her hand from her hair to grab his neck and shoulders. He swirled his tongue around it and stroked her clit harder, she was close. Ginny arched her back and moved quickly in tight circles and Draco moaned at the tightness around his cock. Suddenly she came screaming, her muscles clenching around him as she spread her thighs to get him deeper. Her climax was hard and the spasms around his cock were too much as Draco came soon after, shouting her name. The blinding hot pleasure that washed over his body had him gasping against her neck. Ginny’s mouth met his in a searing kiss as he fell back against the rug exhausted, taking her with him as they recovered, breathing heavily.

“I love you too Draco,” she murmured as he slid out of her to accio pillows and blankets from the sofa.

“So sure I’d say the same?” he asked wryly, grinning at her surety.

Ginny lifted herself off him and smacked him hard. “You better Malfoy!”

“That is questionable,” Draco murmured, ruefully rubbing his arm. Snatching her hand that had raised to smack him again he kissed her lovingly before pulling back.

“I do love you Gin.”

Pulling the blanket over them, he felt her smile smugly into his chest and couldn’t help the grin that spread over his own mouth as they fell asleep.

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A/N- If you were interested, this was the challenge issued by Aurora North.

Challenge Numero Uno

Requirements:
Has to be D/G
An ancient curse
Red Roses
A mention of Sarah McLachlans "Building a Mystery"
The twins restraining Ron

Optional: (But wished for)
The quote: That is... questionable
Must be smut like NC-17

Hope I answered it well enough ::grin:: I nearly forgot the roses and Ron trying to beat Draco up.