Chapter 17
Under Her Spell
A/N: Song used in this chapter is Beep by the Pussycat Dolls
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Draco found the girls outside chasing Alex through the vines before returning to the house to find Ginny and her mother huddled together on the sofa clinging to one another as if the world might end if they let go. He slipped out of the room before he was even noticed. He rejoined Arthur and his son in the library until Clara came to call them for lunch.
The rest of the afternoon went rather smoothly considering the rocky start the day had begun on. The meal had been a lively affair once the girls had finally become used to the idea that older witch and wizard truly were their mum's parents. Once they began to open up Molly was quick to follow questioning the girls on everything imaginable. By the time the meal was over Draco was certain the older woman knew everything there was to know about his two girls. Arthur and Isaac had spent most of their own meal talking in much the same manner with the exception that their decisions seemed to revolve around Isaac's muggle life and schooling versus his magical one.
He was content to sit next to his wife and cast her shy smiles to remind her no matter what this was always home; him, their children, and now her parents.
Much of the afternoon and evening was spent outdoors talking around the picnic table while the girls played nearby and Isaac sat pouring over what seemed like a half dozen transfiguration texts at once all the while making notes in his spiral bound notebook that fascinated Arthur for reasons Draco didn't even want to begin to contemplate. Draco had no doubt that if his son put his mind to it, he would complete the animagus transformation before the Christmas holidays. He had to admit he was slightly curious about what form his son would take.
The rest of the week was spent much the same way. Hours spent talking and getting to know one another. Molly had spent her every waking moment with her daughter and grandchildren bound and determined to catch up on as much as possible since she had already missed out on so much. So many missed years had left her with a little hole in her heart that had filled the moment she had allowed herself to realize this family that Ginny had was her family. The same family she had wished for her daughter when she had still been just a babe at her breast.
The week had proved just as enlightening for everyone. Both of Ginny's parents discovered she had become the woman they had always hoped she would become; strong, powerful, willful, independent, but reliant, dependable, calm, loving, and beautiful, the perfect mother and wife to her family. She had grown to become everything any parent could ask for a daughter to be.
Draco had managed to prove to Arthur that he wasn't his father nor had he raised his children to believe the lies he had been raised to believe but instead was a man that he could see as one of his own sons. True, the Malfoy heir was still forever ambitious. The vineyards continual success proved that, but he wasn't focused on that ambition for himself but rather for his family and their well being. The vineyard was their life, if it didn't do well then they didn't, it was as simple as that. Sure they had the Malfoy family money to fall back on but no one else really knew that outside of Draco, Ginny, and Narcissa.
Draco had grown into a smart, cunning man but none the less a man with a heart the size of the world for his family. He had truly learned to love. It was a lesson Arthur suspected Lucius had never mastered. Draco was extremely protective and loyal to both family and friends alike. Old prejudices had been put away and new understandings built in its place. Arthur had been pleasantly surprised to find that out of the vineyards entire staff there was only one magical being on staff outside of the family members, a squib that apparently ran deliveries to local stores and restaurants when necessary.
He was strong and not at all afraid of a hard days work as Arthur had come to witness over the week. The impending harvest had forced Draco to work during their visit. There was just no way for him to not and still be able to complete the harvest on schedule. Arthur also discovered he was far too old and had spent far too many years behind a Ministry desk to be spending so much of his own meager strength helping out. Wine filled oak casks were difficult to move around due to their heaviness. Apparently it was required at this time of year. The rack room had to be shifted to allow for the new harvest's stock to age.
Honestly when they stopped to think about it Arthur and Molly both couldn't find a single reason their daughter and the son of their enemy shouldn't be together. They were happy and in love. Lucius and his pureblood dogma were dead and gone and only peace left in his wake. What more could they have asked for their daughter?
Ginny's parents ended up staying for nearly a full week before departing for Ottery St. Catchpole. Molly had left reluctantly and not without a few tears even knowing full well she would see her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren again in just a few short weeks. The night of their departure Draco spent several hours calming his wife who likewise hadn't been ready for her parents to depart.
Ginny's wails tapered off to the occasional hiccup. "I didn't realize how much I missed them till they showed up. I don't want them to be gone yet."
Draco rubbed his thumb across her cheek, wiping the newest tear from his wife's face. "Oh I know darling. But they know you are well and you know they are. We can visit them any time you like you know."
"We can't. Kat still has primary school in the fall. We can't just pull her out whenever I get the whim to visit mum."
"Ginny you're more than capable of calibrating a portkey. You can go visit your mother while she's in school and be home before the last bell rings for the day."
She smiled at her husband. "I hadn't really thought of that."
"I know. You're all worked up over nothing. Your mum's only a few moments away any time you feel the rushing desire to see her luv."
"Drake, I can't just take off and spend my days visiting mum. As much as you like to think you can, you cannot run this place by yourself, especially this time of year."
He shook his head. "I certainly can. You act as if I've never been left to my own devices before. Heavens Gin seventeen years later we have this place to the point it can virtually run itself and what can't Amadeo can. Stop worrying your pretty little head over everything and just go visit tomorrow if you want to."
"Tomorrow? Drake I can not go tomorrow. The stamping festival planning isn't even half completed. I haven't so much as begun to plan the feast menu."
"Woman you have given the same festival every year since Amadeo's wife told you about it. Not once have you changed any part of it. You expect me to believe you couldn't give that thing tomorrow if you needed to? You're tossing the wrong quaffle at this keeper if you think I'm going to believe that madam."
Ginny grinned and shook her head. "Draco Malfoy you're no more a keeper than I am."
"Maybe not, but you certainly like it when I play seeker with your snitch."
She blushed. "Now Mr. Malfoy you wouldn't be suggesting anything deviant now would you?"
"I wouldn't do that."
She laughed. "Right and I've recently been crowned the queen of the Nile."
Draco mockingly bowed and smiled. "All Hail the Queen of the Nile. Long live the Queen!"
Ginny tackled her husband onto the bed, going straight for the ticklish spot on his thighs with her deft fingers. "I'll show you mister."
Draco was laughing so hard he could hardly catch his breath as he managed to squeak out a reply. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"You know full well that's a promise." Ginny leaned down and captured his lips with hers pouring every ounce of pent up emotion into snogging her husband senseless. They only broke apart when the need for oxygen became imperative. "So Mr. Malfoy, are you ready for bed?"
"Only if you're coming to bed with me."
"After I've had my way with you I most certainly will. But for now, you're wearing too many clothes Hun."
"Oh I am? Well why don't you do something about that for me?"
Ginny pulled her wand from the pocket sewn into her jeans before waving it over her husband and herself. "Disvestis." With a cool breeze their clothes were gone leaving their naked bodies open to each other's gazes and the warm summer air that flitted through the room's open windows. She tossed the wand in the general direction of the bedside table only to hear it bounce before falling silently to the floor below.
Draco wrapped a hand around the back of Ginny's neck and pulled her down for a searing kiss. "Someone's impatient tonight."
"Do you blame me?"
"Never."
"Then do stop complaining."
Ginny trailed a line of warm kisses down his stubble covered jaw, working her way down the column of his taunt neck, across his collar, down to his toned chest. She kissed and nipped at one nipple while tweaking the other with her delicate fingers. A delighted hiss streamed through her husband's lips as she traded between gentle caresses and barely painful twists and scratches across his hardened nipples in turn as she laved the other with her tongue. "Gin you're being a tease."
"All these years and you still call this a tease? If it's a tease you want I can give it to you."
Draco's eyes glazed over as image after image of just what she could do to tease him flitted through his lust crazed mind. "Please. Tease me. Make me want you so bad I can't stand myself anymore."
She giggled and moved off the bed. "Your wish is my command. Grabbing her wand from the floor where it had landed after she had hastily tossed it away earlier to cast a quick charm to soundproof the room. She had no desire for her children to hear anything coming out of their room tonight. She cast one more charm to keep her lover in the bed with his hands to his sides until she was ready for him to touch her or himself whichever the case may be.
Draco tried moving his arms, only to find they were firmly held to the mattress by the invisible bonds of her charm. "Gin, that's playing dirty."
She gave him a devious smirk. "You never said I couldn't. You would think you'd know to pick your words more carefully with me after all these years Hun."
Ginny turned and walked to the corner table that held her radio, flicking the switch to turn the CD player on. A slow song with a steady bass beat perfect for dancing to filled the air. She began to swing her hips with her back still to him. He watched as her hands began to move up and down the creamy skin of her sides and the outsides of her thighs. He couldn't repress the groan that had built deep in his chest watching her touch herself without fully being allowed to see her.
"Turn around."
"Turn around what?"
"Turn around please."
Slowly she did, still swinging her hips in beat to the music, hands running over her soft skin. Deft fingers caressing the satiny softness of her stomach and breasts.
"So beautiful," came out like a whispered sigh from Draco. He virtually itched to touch her, to drop her hands to the sides and let him be the one to make her whimper in pleasurable delight. His cock stood hard and pulsing begging to be wrapped in her honeyed wetness.
The song changed and the tempo picked up. Her hips rolled to the new beat, furiously moving in sync with it. He had no problem imaging that every twist and thrust she made with the song was her atop him, riding him for everything she was worth. "Oh sweet, please. I need you."
She gave him a saucy grin. "Not yet you don't. I'm no where near done with you yet." She closed her eyes and let herself get taken away with the music.
It's funny how a man only thinks about the...
You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...
You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...
Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...
Her hips rolled, her hands ghosted over her glistening skin, her hair swung wildly around her face and shoulders. A true Aphrodite vision if ever he had seen one. He felt himself getting harder the more she moved. Her hand slowly drifted into the soft glistening curls at the apex of her thighs. He groaned with desire. He just wanted one touch, one taste of the nectar hidden beneath those curls. Her hand made slow circles. He knew she was using her finger to slowly circle her clit driving herself to the slow madness of desire. He could almost smell the scent of her delicate wetness from his prison on their bed. The inside of her thighs exposed the evidence of her ministrations as the glistening wetness caught the light as she moved.
"Baby, please," he pleaded. "I need you baby, please."
She didn't even acknowledge him; she just moved her hand a tad quicker over her sensitive clit and swayed her body a little bit stronger. He struggled against the charm hoping to overpower the magics that held him still. If he couldn't touch her then by the god he needed to touch himself. His hard cock nearly purple with pent up desire. The harder he fought the tighter the invisible bindings seemed to become holding his hands tight to his sides.
Moments after he had given up hope of breaking the bonds that held him she screamed her release as her fingers furiously rubbed circles over her delicate button.
A few heavy pants later she opened her eyes and gave him a wicked smile. "Did you like the show?"
He growled deep in his throat. "You know I did. Now let me up witch so I can bury my face between your legs and taste you."
"Tut, tut, tut, always so impatient." She walked to the foot of the bed and crawled up, prowling up to him, settling between his open legs. "I want to taste you first."
"Oh god witch. At least let me move first."
"Nope." She winked at him before dropping her head to take him into her hot mouth.
"Sweet mother of God!"
She hummed her delight around his cock making him shiver with pleasure. "Oh so damn good Ginny. Such a sweet little mouth, all wrapped around me. So, so good." His words came out as breathy gasps.
She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm over his hardness; she grasped the bottom of his cock and squeezed the way she knew he liked. The other hand took his sack in hand and rolled them gently between her fingers.
"Oh Gin so bloody good."
She worked her tongue around the head and over the slit before sucking him hard and taking him as far into her mouth as she could then sliding back up, her lips forming an "O" around the head of his straining cock. She released him with a pop. She moved up to straddle his stomach, her wetness pooling on his taunt abs as she leaned over and grabbed her wand from the nightstand. "Do you promise to stay still if I let you go?"
"No," he moaned.
"Aw such a pity. I might just leave you all trussed down if you don't agree to stay put."
"Fine witch, I won't move."
She gave him another of her delightfully wicked smiles. "Good boy." She muttered the incantation to release the bonds that held him down. Instantly his hands moved from their place beside him to her thighs. "Now be a good boy and lay still so I can take you for a ride."
He groaned again wanting nothing more than to flip her over and drive himself into her. But he knew better. If he waited her out he could have her anyway he wanted her.
She rose up on her knees. "Help me?"
Draco slipped his hand between them and positioned his cock at her weeping entrance. Slowly she sank down on him. He left out a hiss of pleasure at the feel of her wet heat taking him in. Ginny rose up, pulling herself to the very tip of his throbbing cock before slamming herself back down on him. Repeating it slowly, then a bit more quickly, till she was riding him at a full gallop. The combined madness of her teasing and now her frantic pace was driving him insane with desire.
"Love I can't take this please let me take you."
She smiled and nodded.
He wrapped his arms around her middle and flipped her without ever pulling himself from within her warm wet snatch. He rose up on both hands and looked down at his wife. "So beautiful Gin." He thrust into her, driving himself into her welcoming body with every ounce of power in him, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the entrance to her womb. Every stroke, every frantic thrust pushing her closer to the edge of bliss as the head of his cock brushed over the spot that always sent her reeling.
She could feel the torrent of desire pooling deep in her core, building up, waiting for the perfect moment to release. "God don't stop. Please don't stop Drake!" Her cries were loud and wanton with desire and only served to fuel him to work harder, pushing into her with bruising force.
The warm feelings deep in her pulled inward and burst out, filling her body with the tingling bliss of her orgasm. Her inner muscles rippled and pulled with every stroke milking Draco's release from him right behind her.
Draco dropped on top of his wife in a sweaty, spent heap. "Sweet mother of god that was amazing Gin."
She smiled and winked. "Of course it was lover. It's always better when you get the full show before the action."
"You saucy minx."
"Always." She reached for the tossed covers at her feet. "Mind grabbing your wand and cleaning us up? I'm too lazy to get up."
He smiled. "More like totally fucked." He grabbed his wand from the bedside table where it was laid next to hers. A few swishes and flicks later, they were clean, and the covers tucked neatly over them. He laid the wand back where he got it from before wrapping his arms around his petite wife. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Sleep well my Gin."
"You too Drake."
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