Chapter 5
Late Night Discussions
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Nestled snuggly to her backside her husband held her tightly. "Draco?"
"Yes luv." His callused hands rubbed soothingly down her side and back up again, glancing ever so slightly over the tender flesh of her breast.
"We should let her go shouldn't we?"
"Probably so. You know she is going to pull a huff several months long if we don't."
Gooseflesh rose from the pleasant feel of his hands on her bare skin. "If she goes we will have to go back."
"Not permanently, just for a few days to get her supplies."
"We won't be able to stay hidden though. People will know we are alive, where we are, and where we have been."
"We could make the vineyards unplottable?" He kissed the creamy flesh of her neck.
"That won't work. Too many muggles know exactly how to find us."
"But how many wizards do you know that are going to go around asking muggles if they have seen a witch in a pointed hat outside of Halloween? It's not like we really look like wizards anymore."
She giggled. "Good point." She rolled over to face her husband. She placed her hand behind his neck and drew him into a warm kiss. Kissing him always felt like going home. It didn't matter if it had been a few hours or a week or more between kisses it was always the same feeling. When she was a very little girl her mother told her that you know you're in love when being with a person feels like home no matter where you are. Sometimes it was hard to believe that she had felt at home for seventeen wonderful years.
"Draco?"
"Yes."
"Make love to me. I want to feel at home." He leaned in and kissed her again, slow and tender, running the tip of his tongue along her lower lip begging entrance. The slight touch had been all it had taken to deepen the kiss. Tongues battled for quiet dominance, licking and tasting one another. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity of sweet bliss.
His warm hands caressed her silky skin in all the right places. Gentle touches across heated flesh. One hand cupped her right breast and gave the most delicious squeeze before the kiss broke.
He left a trail of warm kisses down the column of her neck across her collar bone and down the valley between her breasts before moving to capture her nipple in his mouth. Flicking his tongue over her budding nipple made a shiver of delight run through her.
Oh they had been together for a long time, but even after so many years there was nothing that she liked more than the feel of his hands and mouth worshiping her body with slow touches and warm kisses.
He pushed her to her back as he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees as he moved them, his manhood digging into her leg as they rolled. "I love you Gin." And then settling between her legs, he leaned in and kissed her like it was the first kiss before placing his cock to the opening of her warm, wet snatch.
He slid in with one long slow thrust. Holding steady, filling her to the brink, before pulling out again. A few steady strokes set a pace of slow tender lovemaking.
He kissed her and whispered sweet words of love and devotion in his wife's willing ears. "I love you so much Ginny."
The warm feeling of lust and passion rolled inside her core. "Never can get enough."
"Oh Draco, please, so close please." He picked up the pace of his thrusts driving into her faster and just a bit harder as he slipped a hand between them. Rubbing a finger through her wet slippery curls he found the button of nerves that would be her undoing. "Cum for me Gin. I want to feel you tighten around me."
The fever rose to a pitch within her with each stroke he made into her and each rub of his finger across her clit. Within moments she was careening over the edge of passion straight into bliss crying his name into his shoulder. "Oh sweet gods Draco, so good. So very good."
The feel of her clenching around him sent him over the edge behind her. He laid over her as the last pulses of passion waned away. "Are you at home my sweet Ginny?"
In a lusty, sleep filled voice that he had come to love with an undeniable passion over the years she replied. "You know I am. I'm always at home in your arms."
They rolled to their sides, still arm in arm. The night was dark; hardly any moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains that barely served as any cover over the tall windows.
"Are we going to let her go Drake?"
"What do you want Gin?"
"It's not about me Draco. It's what she wants."
"She will be safe. Old McGonagall will make sure of it you know."
"Maybe I'm not worried about Sere being safe."
"I know you're not sweets. So why don't you just say what you are afraid of."
"That our life is going to end and that our happiness will be wiped away."
"That you won't ever feel at home again?"
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
"Yes."
He ran a thumb down her cheek, wiping the tears away. "You will always feel at home Ginny. I'll do everything in my power to make sure of it."
"We don't have to move back there?"
"Not unless you want it. Personally I think the Italian sun has always rather agreed with us."
"It's the grapes."
"Don't you mean the wine?"
"No. I think I mean it's the wine master that makes me so agreeable."
He chuckled. "I would say so. You do the same for the wine master my dear." Without warning like so many of their midnight conversations over the years the conversation swapped topics without so much as a break in stride.
"Tell her in the morning at breakfast?"
"That would be the best time. Then the McGonagall can get a view of what she's getting herself into asking Sere to Hogwarts."
Ginny gave a sleepy laugh. "Make the child sound like a total deviant why don't you?"
"You know Sere is a Slytherin to the core pet."
"Oh Draco she's going to be so excited."
"Don't you mean they both will."
"Both?"
"Sere and McGonagall."
"Probably."
"Sere's going to be off demanding we take her school shopping before it's halfway out of your mouth."
"Me? Who said I'm telling her. She's your little girl. You should tell her."
"Gin it's always you that has been worried. Sere knows that. She needs to hear it from you."
"You're probably right. Tell her at breakfast then?"
She settled into the spot that she always fell asleep in, curled tightly around the man she loves.
"Love you Gin."
"Love you too Drake."
"Night luv. Sweet dreams."
She snuggled in just a bit more tightly against her husband, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head on his shoulder. "Night."
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