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CHAPTER TWO
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
The first week of their honeymoon passed in blur of great satisfaction. They ate in fine restaurants; shopped in stores that Ginny wouldn't have dreamed of entering last year; enjoyed each other's company on the beach; made love at all hours of the day and even in locations that would be considered indecent by others. They'd not spent a moment apart, nor had either of them yearned for any personal space. Anyone who took the time to observe the couple would have quickly deduced their newlywed status.
Draco awoke on the second Monday they'd spend in what he'd come to consider paradise. He lounged languidly in bed. There was no hurry to get up and race off anywhere, not today. He rolled over to gather his wife in his arms and was surprised by her absence. A note on her pillow suggested she had left their suite completely. Curious as to her whereabouts on such an important day, Draco unfurled the missive.
Draco,
Happy birthday, darling.
Breakfast is on the table.
I'll be back soon.
Love,
Ginny
He pouted a little. Why would she leave so early in the morning, and on his birthday of all days? He'd been looking forward to starting the morning in the fashion he'd quickly become accustomed to - making love to his wife before setting foot on the floor.
He growled with displeasure and swung his legs over the side of the bed. As his feet hit the floor, a god-awful noise filled the bedroom, and a single red rose appeared just in front of his face. The noise turned out to be a nasty rendition of what he thought was supposed to be 'Happy Birthday'. Draco cringed as whatever it was singing hit a high note and reached for a bathrobe. Before he could grab the article of clothing, the rose floated forward and tapped his nose. A little irritated by this less than expected morning performance he swatted the flower out of his face, only to have it come back and tap his nose repeatedly. He snarled at the annoyance. All he wanted to do, seeing as he couldn't have his wife, was shower and dress for the day.
He grabbed the insistent bloom, intent on rendering it immobile. The moment his fingers curled around the stem his eyes sprung wide open with shock, as an all too familiar tug at his navel gave away the purpose of the persistent rose. He was being transported to an unknown destination, and he was completely naked.
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Draco's ingrained training saw him land on his feet when the Portkey finally deposited him at the predetermined destination. He dropped the rose and covered his private parts with his hands at the same time as trying to look in every direction at once. He was standing on pristine white beach sand, the water was lapping at his feet, and the tranquility of the area was most disturbing to his panicked mind. A light tinkle of laughter came from behind him.
He swung around to confront whoever was laughing. His wife was standing on the sand clad in a barely there black bikini and a short translucent wrap that was knotted indecently low on her hip. Her eyes danced with merriment that was accentuated by the light laughter rumbling from her chest. She was laughing at him.
"Ginevra, what on earth is going on?" Draco demanded harshly.
She sauntered towards him, watching him under from her lashes. He wasn't pleased - yet. She knew exactly how to befuddle his mind, so he didn't make a scene or become openly angry with her. "Happy birthday, darling," she purred.
"Ginevra-" Draco uttered. He was trying to remain focused, but the woman was bewitching him - he was certain of it. The subtle sway of her hips, the way her leg would reveal itself through the fine fabric then hide again with every step, the way her chest rose and fell slowly - there was no question in his mind, she had cast a spell over him.
"Relax, there's no one here but you and me," Ginny said silkily.
"No one?"
She reached for his hands and gently pulled them from their protective position. "No one," she whispered into his ear before sucking lightly on the lobe.
"Where are we?"
"We're still in Saint Tropez. This little secluded beach only has Portkey access."
"And what do I do when other tourists start to turn up?"
"They won't, I've hired the whole cove for the day." She trailed light kisses down his jaw line. "It's just you and me until today turns into tomorrow."
"You sneaky little witch. How did you set this up?"
Ginny laughed at his surprised expression. "Before we left. I knew I wouldn't get a chance once we'd arrived, so with the help of your father, I made all the arrangements two weeks before the wedding."
"And you were sorted into Gryffindor." Draco shook his head in disbelief. It wasn't the first time he'd had cause to question the Hogwarts Sorting Hat's decision. He was positive Ginny would have fitted into Slytherin without so much as a raising an eyebrow - well, apart from her own family going barmy.
"You wish I'd been sorted into Slytherin."
"You belonged in Slytherin, woman."
"Shut up and kiss me," she demanded as her arm snaked around his neck.
Draco obliged without hesitation, claiming her lips possessively in a deep and passionate union. When they drew apart, Draco took a look around the small cove. It was most certainly secluded with high cliffs on three sides and the ocean on the other. The sand was pure white and the vegetation was a deep, healthy green. There was a small tropical style hut with an intimate dining setting just outside the door and two lounge chairs under a large shady tree.
"Do you want breakfast?"
Draco smirked nefariously at her. "I rather think I may have to work up an appetite."
Ginny's mouth twitched into a sultry smile. Her hand drifted down to caress his groin. "I think we can accommodate you, seeing as it's your birthday and all."
"I do have an aversion for getting sand in my bits, so we'll have to move this elsewhere," Draco muttered as his focus on the conversation began to waver with the sensation of her intimate touch.
"There's the lounge chairs-"
"They'll do."
"Or there's a bed in the hut."
"If we make it that far."
Ginny quirked an eyebrow at him amusedly. "Feeling a little eager this morning?"
"Rather missed our usual romp first thing this morning."
"Did you? Well, we'll have to make up for it now, won't we?"
"You'll do more than make up for it, beautiful," Draco growled licentiously into her neck.
A muffled response was all he received, as his lips once again possessed hers. With gentle pressure on her backside, Draco encouraged her to draw closer, his hands slipped under the cheeks of her bottom and lifted her until her legs snaked around his waist. Now that he had her in his arms, Draco strode purposely to the hut. He meant to make this woman of his howl in delight before he released her.
The lighting in the hut was dim, but there was enough illumination for Draco to see the storage cupboards standing against the walls and the large round bed in the middle of the room. He grinned nefariously. This was the perfect filthy little getaway spot. His wife was a genius.
Without further delay, Draco gently placed her on the edge of the bed. He reached around her back and begun to pull at the ties holding her top on. "I think you're a little overdressed, Mrs. Malfoy."
Ginny giggled lightly into his shoulder, like some schoolgirl getting naked for the first time in front of a boy.
Draco discarded the tiny bikini top with a flourish, and then knelt before her, untying the knot at her hip and gently tugging the wrap away from her body. He sneaked a sly look at his wife's face. She was watching him from under her lashes with a small smile playing over her lips. With a nefarious grin, Draco hooked his thumbs into the side of her bikini bottoms.
Ginny slowly allowed herself to recline on the bed, and Draco slid the skimpy bikini bottoms down her legs. He held them up to examine the almost indecent scrap of fabric a little closer before tossing them over his shoulder without ceremony. Then her husband lifted one of her feet, running a hand over her calf reverently.
He gently guided her foot to his mouth, intent on kissing every toe before ascending her leg. Her skin tasted a little salty, which wasn't surprising given their location.
The second his lips touched the first toe, Ginny had to stifle the urge to giggle. She didn't want to spoil the moment, especially when he was being so attentive. By the time Draco reached her little toe she was shaking with silent laughter.
Draco was mentally patting himself on the back at his ability to reduce his wife to a quivering mess in such a short time, and without truly touching her, when he flicked his eyes up at her. There was something in the way her chest was bouncing that let the air out of his ego with an almighty rush.
He sat up with a jerk. "What's so funny?"
"It-oh-" Ginny let out a loud burst of laughter.
"Ginevra!" Draco had meant to growl, but it came out as more of a whiny plea.
Ginny took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. "You're tickling me."
Draco gaped at her. He'd never received a reaction like that from her or any other woman, for that matter, he'd indulged before.
Something in the way he was staring at her sobered her right away. He looked so forlorn kneeling butt-naked on the floor in front of her. Ginny slid off the bed to sit in front of her husband. "I'm sorry, darling, I really tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it. My body is just more sensitive than usual at the moment."
He muttered something under his breath about it being unjust or something similar.
"It does have its advantages," Ginny whispered, picking up his hand and moving it over her breasts to tease her nipples. "See?"
A cheeky smirk tugged at Draco's mouth. "I don't think I did. You might have to show me again."
Ginny raised her eyebrows at him before lifting his hand to her breasts again. "Watch carefully."
Draco's tongue flicked out unconsciously to wet his lips as his guided hand grazed the peaks of her chest.
"Did you get it that time?"
"You know, I think I might have to get you to show me again."
Ginny started to lift his hand back to her body, but he gently extracted his hand from hers.
"I think I would benefit from a visual display," Draco whispered, gently encouraging Ginny's hand to continue its journey to her chest.
Ginny smiled wickedly at Draco. When she began to massage her breasts, he groaned in appreciation. The feel of her hands on her body was good, but not as wonderful as his would feel. "You should be doing this."
"Keep going," Draco murmured thickly. "You look amazing."
"I do believe my husband is a bit of a voyeur," Ginny said breathily as she tweaked her nipples.
Draco groaned throatily. "Only when it's you I'm watching, my love."
Ginny bit her bottom lip. The sight of her husband getting turned on by her self-pleasuring performance was helping her own blood to heat up to near boiling point. Unable to continue for much longer, Ginny allowed her hands to drift to Draco's chest.
"Don't stop, love, you're so hot when you do that."
"I'm feeling a little peckish," Ginny purred as she applied a little pressure to his chest to encourage him to sit back a little and lowered her head to his groin.
Draco watched her with avid fascination. When her soft, pink tongue flicked out to dance around the head of his cock, he sucked in a sharp breath and reminded himself, harshly, that it would be considered poor form to come at this very minute.
"Like that?" Ginny asked between allowing her tongue to do wicked things to him.
"Oh yeah, you're ama-" Draco trailed off, unable to articulate past primitive grunts and moans, as her tongue ran down the length of his member and back up again.
Ginny smirked at his reaction to her ministrations. There was nothing that brought a man more unstuck than the feel of a tongue on his hard cock.
Draco shuddered and began to breathe erratically. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she'd been practicing this art form somewhere. Her tongue was swirling and teasing him mercilessly, plus he was sure she'd nipped him lightly a couple of times, not that he was complaining. He couldn't help but move gently when she took him into her mouth properly. While he didn't want her to stop - the sensations she was evoking were mind blowing - he knew if she didn't he'd be done in mere minutes. There was only one problem: he couldn't get his mouth to cooperate with that tiny part of his brain telling him she needed to move away. It wasn't as if he didn't try, he did, but everything he tried to say came out as some primeval sound of encouragement.
When he felt the familiar tightness around his balls, Draco cringed, knowing it was too late to do anything other than enjoy his orgasm. He tried awkwardly to warn Ginny to move away, before she ended up with a mouthful, but she stubbornly stayed where she was, immediately increasing her attentions even more. A guttural moan escaped him as he reached the very brink of euphoria and went careening down the other side into the land of sated bliss. Even when he was coming, Ginny didn't move, instead she lapped up just about every drop he spilled.
"Oh, Ginny, that was incredible," Draco said softly, stroking her hair.
She raised her head a little, and then changed her mind, lowering it again to flick her tongue over the head of his cock to lap up the leftovers, before looking at him. "You taste amazing."
"Do I?" Draco guided her up to his face and kissed her passionately, dipping his tongue into her hot mouth straight away. "You taste better."
"We taste fabulous," Ginny countered with a breathy whisper.
Draco growled his agreement as he claimed her mouth again. The combination of her unique taste and his juices was intoxicating in ways he'd never dreamed. He didn't release her until lack of oxygen had gone past being an issue and had become a critical need.
As his mouth wandered down her neck Ginny could feel gooseflesh rising all over her body. When he paused to pay homage to the pulse point at the base of her neck she couldn't hold back the moan that had been building in her throat from the moment he first kissed her.
"I think you should get on the bed," Draco suggested a little breathlessly.
"What about breakfast?" It wasn't that she actually wanted to eat right now, but it was his birthday and she wanted to make sure he was catered for.
"I'll stop for food once I've made you scream," he growled into her neck.
Ginny laughed throatily. "I like the sound to that."
"Come on then." Draco stood up and offered his hands to assist his wife. "The floor is getting hard."
The moment she was on her feet Draco scooped her into his arms and promptly deposited her on the bed. So he didn't end up on the floor, Draco quickly made himself comfortable beside her. With her sprawled before him he began to explore her body slowly and deliberately, taking the time to pay attention to every inch of her creamy skin and lingering longer over those places that earned him the most delightful moans of appreciation.
Ginny felt as though her whole body was alight. After a few minutes of his attention, it was hard to tell where Draco's hands were at any one time or if her body was simply aching for his touch where his hands weren't. What she did know was that she needed him; and the sooner the better. With that thought firmly in mind she started exploring the planes of his body again. At her first touch, she heard him gasp sharply and felt the skin under her fingertips retract into goose bumps.
Just the feel of her small hand on his chest was enough to send a bolt of anticipation to Draco's groin. While any man alive loved having his cock sucked to completion, Draco found he got far more satisfaction from mutual lovemaking; and as such his body was still waiting to be fully sated. As her hand traveled down his torso all the blood in his body began to thunder towards his groin. He adjusted his position a little, to make it easier for her to reach him, without releasing her breast from his mouth or taking the pressure off his hand that was busy exploring between her legs. Draco moaned against her nipple as her fingers grazed the sensitive skin of his member.
Her hand sought out his hardening member desperately. Ginny loved to feel him growing, and knowing she was responsible for his reaction made the sensation all the more pleasurable. It took her thoughts away from what he was evoking in her for a little while. She was floating very close to the precipice and didn't want to fall over the edge just yet.
Draco tried to suppress his moan of appreciation as her hand glided over his balls. He would swear before the Wizengamot that his wife had the softest hands to ever grace a witch. A shudder ran up his spine when her nails grazed his now mottled flesh.
"Oh, Ginny," he groaned as he came up to claim her mouth. "Keep doing that."
She smiled nefariously and gave his balls a little tickle. "Like that, do you?"
A throaty moan was his only response.
The satisfied smirk on Ginny's face didn't take long to transform into an expression of wanton bliss as his finger worked her most delicate flesh at a frenzied pace. Again she raced towards the very edge of completion, only to consciously pull herself back at the last possible moment. It took all her strength to reach over and pluck Draco's hand from between her legs.
"If you don't stop I'm going to-"
"Isn't that the idea?" Draco smirked cheekily at her heaving breasts, before claiming one peak with his mouth.
"Not without you," Ginny panted out.
Draco lifted his head and regarded her brazenly. "And what is it you want then, my naughty little girl?"
"You-" Ginny gasped as his fingers grazed her engorged clitoris. "Inside."
He stared into her glazed eyes as he slid two fingers into her burning heat. "Like this?"
"No-no-you."
"But that's me," he responded daringly.
"Not fingers-not enough." Ginny reached over and gave his hard cock a small tug.
"Oh, is that what you want?"
"Stop teasing," Ginny whined, giving him another tug in the right direction.
Draco decided he should probably give her what she wanted before she took matters into her own hands literally. As he moved to hover over her, Ginny's legs glided open to accommodate him. He could feel her bucking her hips up to meet him, but he stayed just out of her reach. Draco may have been giving in to her demands, but he wasn't going to just let her have her wicked way with him. There was still too much fun to be had teasing her just a little.
She could feel him prodding at her entrance, and then lifting himself away just far enough to break the contact. Ginny released a feral growl and slowly sank her fingernails into his shoulders.
"You are impatient," Draco chided lightly, while nibbling on her neck.
"Will you just- Ohhh, yes," she moaned as he dropped lazily into her.
"Better, my love?"
Ginny sighed appreciatively as he slid out and plunged even deeper into her. Despite his apparent determination to tease and keep the pace sedate, she felt far more content now that he'd made the most intimate contact. There was no denying the feeling of wholeness she felt when they were as one.
The moment he felt her wet heat Draco's need increased tenfold. It had been easy to tease her when he wasn't so desperate for completion himself, but now he wasn't interested in messing around. She was meeting his every thrust with unadulterated intent and that alone was slowly breaking down his resolution to savor this for as long as possible.
Though still not entirely interested in rushing things, Draco increased their pace a little. He knew if he allowed his naughty wife to gain control it would be all over in a matter of seconds. Her moans and groans, coupled with the occasional gasped request to go faster or deeper were testing his resolve to the very limit. Caught between his desire to have this heavenly feeling last forever and his primal urges to seek climax quickly, Draco fought with all he had to maintain some semblance of control. With every thrust, his desire to feel her pulse around him was growing to a level that was becoming impossible to ignore.
All of a sudden Draco stopped, and his eyes popped wide open. It seemed Ginny's frustration had prompted her to play dirty. "Ginny, don't," he hissed.
"Don't what?" she responded, batting her eyelashes in an innocent gesture that actually looked a little scary when she did it over her lust-filled orbs.
"You know," Draco grunted as her muscles clamped tightly around him again.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ginny purred, giving his cock a few quick squeezes.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply in an effort to regain his control. It didn't work. All he could smell was Ginny and sex, hot sex. "If you don't stop I'm going to-"
"Just go with it," Ginny whispered thickly. "Fuck me hard."
Draco raised his head a little more and regarded her closely. Her face was glowing bright red, and her chest was heaving sporadically. The urge to capture one of her nipples between his teeth was recognized and pushed aside temporarily. She was staring at him from under her lashes; her eyes were begging him to give her what she needed. Then there were her pouty lips demanding he lavish them with his own. How could he possibly refuse her?
One of his hands came up and caressed her face affectionately. Draco's emotions were running rampant through his system. He loved this woman beneath him so totally that he truly believed the feeling could physically hurt him.
"I love you," he uttered hoarsely just before he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
By the time he found himself nibbling his way down the column of her neck, their pace had increased to near blinding speed. Draco didn't think about how his control had abandoned him - he wasn't capable of focusing on anything other than the fact that his climax was imminent.
Just as Draco became conscious of a distinct tightening in his groin, Ginny thrust upwards with more power than he thought her capable of. Her muscles began to pulsate around his length, trying their mightiest to drain him of his essence. The way she gasped his name breathlessly, as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure flowed through her, added fuel to the already blazing fire in his veins. He could feel himself teetering on the very edge of ecstasy, yet he seemed unable to take that extra step and join her in bliss. As the minutes dragged on the fluid movement of hips became more erratic with the frustration he was feeling. Even Ginny's muttered obscenities weren't helping him push past the invisible barrier that had erected itself between him and heaven.
All of a sudden Draco became aware of a new sensation. Ginny was stroking his face affectionately. Her eyes had begun to lose their licentious glaze and she was staring at him with irrefutable love.
"Calm down a bit and feel what you're doing," she whispered softly.
Draco slowed his pace a little and rediscovered his rhythm at the same time. Ginny's hand wove around his neck and drew him to her mouth. Her lips were soft and inviting, and her mouth was hot. An extra bolt of pleasure soared through him when her tongue glided over his in an erotic dance. It was enough to get his thoughts and body going in the right direction again. He could feel his release building with new intensity. This time when he felt the all too familiar tightening through his groin, Draco knew he would gain the relief he so desperately chased.
It was upon him before he really knew what was happening. One moment he was pumping away, now quite contentedly, and the next he had involuntarily stilled deep inside her. With a shudder and a primal groan, he spilled his seed into her with explosive force. Exhausted, Draco rested over the top of Ginny for several moments before moving to gather her against his chest. His heart didn't seem to want to stop trying to escape through his ribcage, and he was panting so hard that his mouth was drier than a desert wind.
He allowed his eyes to slip closed for a few minutes. Perhaps he could have just a little nap before getting out of the bed? He'd certainly earned one in his opinion. Some breakfast would be nice as well, but that would require the use of energy he simply didn't possess at this juncture. There was much to be said for the presence of servants at times like this. They could be having breakfast in bed, if only they had someone to serve them.
"You're not going to sleep, are you?"
"No, love," Draco murmured sleepily.
"Do you want some breakfast?"
"That would be nice."
"You're going to have to get up," Ginny instructed lightly.
"In a moment," Draco responded, pulling her even further into his chest. "This is nice."
"All right, but don't fall asleep. It would be a shame to waste our time here."
He couldn't argue with her logic. It would have be a crime to waste their time here. After all, how many people got the chance to have a whole tropical cove to themselves for a day. "So, you made these arrangements before the wedding?"
"Uh huh." Ginny snuggled further into his chest. "Two weeks before."
"And Father helped you?"
"Yes. Your mother and I were discussing options for your birthday - she wanted us to come home for the day - and your father suggested this spot."
Draco frowned pensively. "Wonder how Father knew about it?"
"Oh, he brought your mother here last year or something. I tried not to listen too closely when they started reminiscing."
"He- she's my mother." Draco's face screwed up in disgust. There were just some things he didn't want to know about his parents' relationship.
"By the sounds of it they have a very healthy... err, marriage."
"I do not want to know."
Ginny smirked. She knew exactly where Drake got his attitude from now. Both Draco and his son wanted to believe their mothers were innocent and didn't conduct themselves in a way that could be construed as morally questionable. "Don't you think it's a good thing they have a healthy relationship?"
"No! They shouldn't be-be-they just shouldn't!"
She propped herself on one elbow and looked at her husband's mortified expression. Unable to hold her humor any longer, Ginny burst into gales of laughter.
"It's not funny! It's disgusting!"
"And what are you going to say when your son says the same about us?"
"What? We're not disgusting together."
"I'm sure your father doesn't think he's doing anything disgusting either."
"I don't want to think about it."
"It's all right, darling, you don't have to think about it," Ginny crooned, patting his chest comfortingly.
"I'm not going to."
Ginny rested her head on his chest again and smiled. "That's fine."
Before setting foot outside the hut, Draco had declared himself king of this particular cove and had outlawed any manner of clothing. It wasn't something that bothered Ginny in the least; she just made certain both of them were well covered with sun block charms, because there were certain parts of ones body that you just didn't want to get burned.
The rest of their day was spent swimming and frolicking in the small cove. As dusk approached they perched themselves on a rocky ledge and watched the sky go from shades of rose to violet. Dinner was a sumptuous feast fit for Draco's self-appointed position of king. All went perfectly, until they considered it time to head back to the 'real world'.
"Ginny, I can't believe you didn't bring any clothes with you!"
"I'm sorry, I really am. I just didn't think about-"
"That doesn't help! How on earth am I supposed to get back into our hotel room without being arrested for indecent exposure?"
Ginny looked at the red rock in the shape of a heart that was their single Portkey to return to their hotel. "I don't know."
Draco muttered to himself about the unfairness of having the perfect day end like this.
"I can wear my bikini and wrap, and you can cover yourself with the rest of my clothes," Ginny suggested.
"Ginny, I won't fit into your clothes, for a start, and secondly they're women's clothes."
"Well, it's better than walking through the hotel naked."
"I can't see how," Draco groused.
"So you'd rather flash your-your todger around than do the proper thing?"
"No, of course not."
"How are you going to get through the hotel lobby then?"
"I-I'll wrap a towel around me," Draco uttered. "That's it! I'll wear a towel and you wear your bikini. Anyone we come across will think I have my swimming trunks underneath the towel."
"That might work."
"It will work."
"Well, let's get ready then."
In just a few minutes, Ginny was dressed in her tiny black bikini, with matching wrap, and had packed the rest of her clothes in the small carry bag she'd brought with her first thing that morning. Draco had found a clean, dry towel and secured it tightly around his hips.
"Have we got everything?"
"Yes, I think so," Ginny answered, double-checking her bag. "Yes, everything is here. Is that towel secure enough to stand a Portkey?"
"It's just about cutting my blood flow off."
"Good, we don't want it to come loose."
"It won't. Now, how do we activate this thing?" Draco asked as he took the bag from Ginny.
"Hold on," Ginny said. The moment Draco's hand touched the Portkey she began to mutter the activation charm that would see them sent back to their hotel.
The instant Draco felt the familiar tug at his navel he began to panic. He'd also felt something else pulling away from him, and even before he'd had time to register what was really happening they'd landed in the hotel foyer. Shocked gasps seemed to envelop the couple.
Draco pulled Ginny against him and prayed that he wouldn't get arrested for this temporary lapse in sanity. What had he been thinking?
The concierge came running towards them. "Monsieur, you cannot be here like-like this!"
"I'm terribly sorry," Ginny started. "We've been at the private cove all day, and I forgot to take some clothes for my husband with me. He did have a towel around himself when we left, but it must have come off while we were Portkeying."
"A towel?" The concierge laughed heartily. "The towels and everything else are charmed to stay where they are, so thieves do not pilfer them."
Draco groaned. This was not looking good. Not only were they drawing quite an audience, he looking at indecent exposure charges, and his wife had just admitted to trying to steal a towel.
"We weren't trying to steal the towel," Ginny explained. "We just wanted to get to our room without causing a disturbance."
"I think you have failed," the concierge pointed out.
"Would it be too much to ask that you assist us to our room?" Draco snapped.
"Of course, monsieur." The amused concierge summoned a bathrobe and passed it to Draco.
"Don't move, Ginny," Draco hissed. He carefully dropped Ginny's bag beside his leg and threw the robe around his shoulders. As he secured the sash, Ginny stepped forward just a little to save her from being poked in the back several times.
"That is much better," the concierge announced once Draco was fully covered.
"Right, well... Were there any messages for us?" Draco asked affectedly.
"No, monsieur."
"We'll be retiring for the evening then."
"Very good, monsieur."
Draco picked Ginny's bag up and offered his arm to her. "Ginevra?"
Ginny took the offered arm and allowed Draco to lead her across the lobby to the lifts. They'd almost made it when an old woman approached them. She put her hand on Ginny's arm to stop her progress.
"Is that your husband?"
"Yes," Ginny answered honestly.
The old woman patted Ginny's arm and smiled wickedly. "You're very lucky."
Try as she might, Ginny couldn't suppress the amused smile forcing its way onto her face. "Thank you."
Before the old woman could comment again. Draco pulled Ginny into the lift and stabbed at the button to close the doors immediately. "I don't believe this!"
"She was just complimenting-"
"I don't want old women complimenting you on my assets." Draco shuddered involuntarily. "It's disgusting."
"Well, you did flaunt them," Ginny responded with a giggle.
"Ginevra!"
"Oh, poor Draco," Ginny purred, stroking his chest affectionately. "At least you'll never forget your birthday."
"It was quite memorable before this happened."
"Yes, but now it's unforgettable."
"I think I need something to help me forget the glint in that woman's eyes," Draco grumbled.
"I'm sure I can accommodate you," Ginny whispered as she tugged at the sash keeping the robe closed.
Draco removed her hands as quickly as possible. "Not here! God, they'll think we're-we're perverts if we get caught again."
Ginny laughed at the mortified expression on her husband's face. While the day couldn't have gone better, their return to the real world seemed to be a little too much to cope with for her husband. Still, she had ways of making him forget about the embarrassment, and she fully intended on starting the moment their hotel room door closed behind them.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
Thank you to Rainpuddle13 for her wonderful beta skills and offers to spank Draco when he wasn't behaving.
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