Chapter Two

Draco heaved a sigh. Ginny had ignored his venomous stares all throughout breakfast and left without a backward glance. He didn’t particularly enjoy being disregarded. Especially not with the silly little chit he was dating. Were they even dating anymore? They hadn’t yet officially broken up, but that wouldn’t be too far into the future. Their relationship had been out in the public for a month while they had been dating for six months already. Her brother threw a shit fit when he had found out. It wouldn’t be long until they told her to leave him. He would explain why he had hurt her, but he didn’t think that her brother would be very happy, nor her parents. Nor his for that matter. He sat inside Professor Trelawney’s class, trying to predict the date of his death. The stupid bint, Hannah Abbott, began to bawl when she read that she would die in four years. Stupid gullible bint.

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What was wrong with her? Why did she even feel the urge to date Malfoy? Didn’t she know that she was supposed to date someone reliable? Someone honest? Someone like Harry? Ron glared at the chalkboard where Professor McGonagall was residing and writing blather. Was she blind? The stupid ferret wasn’t even good looking. He needed some place else to glare now so he faced the open door. Someone was already standing there, looking right at him. It was one of Ginny’s queer friends, Loony Lovegood. That blasted Ravenclaw was some kind of mental case. She had given him a singing Valentine last year. His face had turned into a hade of tomato.

“Mr. Weasley. Is there something so interesting out that door that you would like to share?” Professor McGonagall chided.

He looked at her, fully embarrassed. He shook his head and she resumed her lesson. He turned back to the door. She was gone.

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The bell finally rang for second period. Ginny shoved her things into the backpack and headed out the door. Luna Lovegood stood by the entrance with her blonde locks in a loose bun and her doe eyes shining. Luna was a quirky character as Ginny had come to find out. As she stepped out into the mass of kids, someone grabbed her from behind. Luna just smiled and waved goodbye before skipping away. Obviously, no one had noticed her departure or her being dragged down the halls. The bell rang again. Damn. She was late.

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Draco clamped her mouth shut before she could register anything. He was surprised that she made no struggle and just kind of walk backwards awkwardly with him, occasionally stumbling over his dragon hide shoes. Then again, he had done this more than once in their relationship. He brought her up into the Room of Requirement, behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Balmy. He closed his eyes and wished for some place that he could make up to her. He cracked open an eyelid and the door was there. He sighed in relief and pulled it open. It was gorgeous, profligate almost. A chandelier hung down like a blooming blossom, soft music played lightly in the background and the walls had murals of angels. There stood a maple wood table smack dab in the middle of the room. He pulled her inside and allowed her to take in the sight. She gasped and walked over to the table. The table spread felt like black satin against her broom-roughened fingers as a solitary white candle burned and a vanilla scent wafted around them. She looked at him with pained eyes. What did he do wrong now?

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Why did he have to do this now? She was going to legitimately leave him soon and he was just making it harder. This just wasn’t right. She faced him with hard, questioning eyes, trying to communicate why he was doing this. He obviously didn’t understand the gesture and frowned.

“Draco. What is this for?” she asked.

“It’s for you,” was his sincere reply.

“Let me rephrase that question. Why are you doing this?” she queried.

“I just wanted to show you that I’m not a heartless bastard. I want you, Ginny,” he blinked.

“That’s only in the physical sense. I don’t do that kind of bond. Anyways, you’re leaving in a few months and this just makes it easier. I need some one who loves me and can accept me for who I am. You’re not him,” Ginny confessed.

She gave him one soft look before turning on her heel and leaving. Bugger.

* * * * * * * * * *

*Fast Forward Five Years*

Ginny walked into the room, inhaling the smell of peroxide and ailments. After Hogwarts, she had become a Mediwitch with Professor Snape’s recommendation to St. Mungo’s. They had accepted her for an internship and she became an apprentice for a very good-looking man by the name of Jason Kirks. They had began dating two months after she had become her own person and made a name for herself in the world. War had come and gone. They had lost a hero and a villain in the midst of it. The great Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort had died at each other’s wands. There was a difficulty due to the phoenix hairs inside the core of the stick and had instantaneously killed them both. Harry had left behind a legacy, a wife and a child. Ron had married Luna and reproduced like bunnies. They already had seven kids, two pairs of twins and three others. Ginny, however, was still unmarried and without child. Jason had proposed to her twice, but she refused him on both accounts. She liked him, but it was no more than that. She had to be true to herself, no matter how clichéd it was. She was still grieving for what happened five years ago. It was her stubbornness that led her to it.

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Draco threw in a handful of floo powder into the fireplace and stepped in, carefully applying pressure to the gash against his ribcage. Blood dripped from the wound as he called out his destination. St. Mungo’s. He staggered into the relatively noisy room and tripped onto the floor. Dozens of onlookers rushed over and tried to help him up, but he was out like a light.

“Nurse! Get Mediwitch Weasley!” a new doctor under Ginny’s guidance called.

The nurse ran into the lounge where Ginny was drinking coffee and reading a muggle novel called ‘Jane Eyre’. The nurse hesitantly pulled on her sleeve like a child and Ginny turned around.

“Can I help you?” Ginny smiled.

“Uh… Yes. Um… There’s this man. He’s hurt. Out there. Corridor,” the young nurse stammered.

“Where?” Ginny frowned.

“Pediatric ward,” she replied softly.

Ginny rushed out of the room and ran down the halls until she reached a gathering of people. It was fairly large.

“Excuse me. Excuse me,” she said to the crowd.

Slowly, they dispersed and gave her room to see the patient. He was lying on his back with his hair fanned out. Ginny gulped. This man gave her years of therapy that she never bothered to treat. Now was not the time.

“James! Nick! Get this man into a stretcher and get him into room 328. I’ll be right there,” she ordered.

The two burly men nodded and brought Draco into the room. She exhaled a tired breath. The day had just began, too. She got a patient sheet from the nurse and filled out the information for him. She stuck the half finished sheet into the bin on the headboard of his bed situated next to the window. She brought a bowl of lukewarm water and a pink towel. She dipped it into the water and wrung out the excess water. She folded it into a neat rectangle and dragged the cloth along his forehead. Dirt mingled with sweat and blood was plastered on his skin. She wiped off the rubbish and looked down at his prone form. His arm was slung across his waist, hiding something. Her brows furrowed as she tried to pry his arm away, but it was stuck. She tugged harder and peeled his arm off. She winced. Dried blood stained his royal blue shirt.

“What happened to you, Draco?” she whispered.

She gently plucked his shirt off, which was a nuisance in itself. The blood was caked onto him like second skin. She had to wash him. She poured out the water and refilled it, cleansing the towel and setting it aside. She decided to use a sponge instead. She dipped a bar of soap into the water and scrubbed it into the sponge before sliding it along his lithe body. The whipcord muscles still felt taut and looked as beautiful as before. She sighed wistfully at the memory before recommencing her duty. His pale face was marred with cuts and bruises. He was still handsome. So handsome. After she had finished her ministrations, she dressed him in a hospital gown and took his muddy pants off. She had already spread some medication onto his wounds and left the there to heal. This wasn’t fair.

* * * * * * * * * *

Draco’s eyes fluttered open slowly, sunlight flooding his eyesight. Where was he? Then his memory spilled into his mind, making him reminisce loud noises, whips, curses and screams. Among them was a soothing voice. It was… caring. Where had he heard that voice before?

Suddenly, someone came in. He looked over. It was a man with chocolate colored hair and shocking blue eyes. The man’s eyes bore into his slate ones, as if challenging him.

“Mr. Malfoy I presume?” he spoke.

“Yes. And you are?” Draco asked with a raised brow.

“Mediwitch Weasley’s apprentice,” he replied with detachment.

Wasn’t the Weasel an Auror? Unless he meant… Wait. The man said Mediwitch. There was no way…

“Glad to see you’re up, Mr. Malfoy. You will need to stay here for two more days for examination. If we find nothing wrong, you may sign a release and leave,” Ginny’s voice drifted in.

She was a sight for sore eyes. Her ravishing red mane was like a wave of ethereal curls. Her cognac colored eyes shone with amusement and a hidden agenda like always. He could never dim her light even if he tried.

“Gin,” he croaked.

“That’s Mediwitch Weasley to you,” she corrected.

When had she become so vindictive?

“Ginny! There you are!” a distinctly male voice said.

They both turned to see a tall white man with glasses covering his emerald eyes and his blonde hair in a perfect coiffure.

“Jason,” she smiled politely.

“Are you busy for lunch? I was thinking maybe we can go out to that new restaurant down the block,” he suggested.

“That would be lovely,” she replied.

“Smashing. I’ll meet you at the entrance at 11:30 sharp,” he called from over his shoulder.

Her apprentice, Kevin, stood there and watched the drama unfold vividly. Draco had a look of absolute hatred in his features. His long fingers clenched the white duvet, crumpling the crispness in the process. Ginny defiantly ignored the irate blonde and went to work on his medicine. This would be the finishing touch for the bruises and it would clear up the remaining scars. She was still curious about how he pertained them.

“How did you get these?” she asked softly.

“Why do you care?” he sneered.

“I’m not quite sure that I do. I need to know what happened to help you,” she huffed.

His eyes were carefully blank as he explained the situation. He was very vague with details, but she got the jist of it. He was trying to get some sleep when his father called him over in the middle of the night to discuss something. In a sleepy fog, he apparated to the Malfoy Manor into his father’s study. Apparently, Lucius had found something of Draco’s. It was his old journal he had during school. He had written all about Ginny and Lucius read it. He decided to punish him for the misdeed. Lucius wasn’t pleased when Draco refused to join the Deatheaters, but this was just going over the line. Lucius beat him like he used to when Draco was younger. He used some muggle weapon called a knife and slashed him while using the Cruciatus Curse, which made the pain come back tenfold. It was impervious that Lucius wanted to kill Draco, but immediately stopped when Narcissa arrived upon the scene, chastising Lucius. He loved his wife, unlike most other Deatheaters, so he ceased his torture on the boy. Narcissa walked over the Draco and smiled as warmly as she could, telling him to come back in a few weeks to have a spot of tea. He grunted and flooed to St. Mungo’s in a heap of dust and fainted. That was all he remembered. Her heart went out to this man as he explained everything. Her eyes began to tear and she yelled at herself for being so weak. She sniffed softly, not being able to hold back the tears. A few traitorous drops slipped out and she hastily wiped them away, knowing perfectly well that he hated pity more than anything.

“So that’s it,” he concluded.

“Oh. Well… I… I have to go,” she stammered.

She turned and was about to flee when he called her name.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened like dinner plates as she heard the strong man before her apologize for the first time to her.

“I never meant to hurt you. I was… I was just so angry that someone had the privilege to take you. Especially since he was my roommate. I felt betrayed. I don’t like feeling that way. I over reacted. Can we start over again?” he pleaded.

She bit her lip until she drew blood. Merlin knows that she had wanted to. She couldn’t. Jason…

“I… I can’t. I have someone in my life already. I can’t just drop everything at your beck and call. I also can’t live on a purely physical relationship. Ever since we started to court, you wanted to… uh… get down my pants. I just can’t do it,” she muttered.

He looked at her with confusion. Of course. Feigning ignorance was his favorite game. Someone cleared his or her throat.

“Miss Weasley?” Kevin questioned with trepidation.

“Yes, Kevin?” she queried with a soft smile, ignoring Draco’s frown.

“I was sort of wondering if you were still going to teach me how to work those muggle VI’s,” he mumbled.

“It’s an IV and of course. We’ll just go to the nurse’s lounge. They have one there,” she said, leading the way.

He followed her like a demented dog. Draco glared at the pair leaving and decided to go back to sleep.

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“So you just stick this little needle into the vein here and move this little switch to on. The blood will come out of the bag, through the tube and into the person it’s in. Make sure to dispose of the needle, tube and bag when finished with one person. You can’t share them. It would be dangerous,” Ginny warned.

Kevin nodded in acquiescence and thanked her for her help. They chatted a bit before lunch came around. Ginny changed out of her mandated uniform at 11:15 and into a thick wool sweater and jeans. She pulled on a jacket and went out into the snow, walking through the shopping crowd into San Lauren. It was a small Bulgarian restaurant with a cozy atmosphere, she had heard. The food was supposedly delicious. Jason stood outside of the place, his hands deep in his pockets. She smiled at his nervous stance and decided to humor him. She knew what this was about. He was going to ask again.

“Jason!” she exclaimed.

His head shot up to greet here. He gave a boyish grin and held out his arm for her to take. She decided to be a rebel and slipped her hand to intertwine with his. He blushed. They walked in and got a table near the windows so they could watch the bystanders and pedestrians that went by.

“How may I help you?” a petite waitress asked.

“A Screwdriver for me and a Pina Colada for the lady,” he ordered.

The woman nodded and left. Jason knew by now that Ginny loved the taste of Pina Colada and this place served great drinks. He, however, needed something stronger for what he was going to do. She needed to hear this… He needed to be thoroughly intoxicated to tell her. They looked through the proffered menus and decided on what they liked. When their drinks arrived, they ordered their lunch. Ginny got something that looked like salmon and potatoes, but tasted heavenly. The food and drinks were divine. These Bulgarians really knew what they were doing. Jason had already drank six shots of the screwdriver and Ginny was beginning to get worried. He was never this nervous about it before…

“Ginny,” he slurred, “I’m gay.”

Ginny’s fork stopped midair and it clattered onto the plate. People had always spoke the truth when they were wasted in her experience. A few people looked over since Jason said it a bit too loudly. Ginny composed herself, paid, got up and left. There was all there was to it. Stupid men.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ginny walked into the lounge once again that day. She pulled off her jacket, placed her face into the thick rabbit lining and screamed for all she was worth. She didn’t cry, but she screamed so loudly that the pediatric ward, which was three floors up, could hear her. She shook her head and hung her jacket up as a terrified looking nurse ran to her.

“Mediwitch Weasley!” she cried, “Your patient is throwing a tantrum!”

“Which one?” she queried without emotion.

“Mr. Draco Malfoy. I tried to feed him lunch, but he began to scream for you and threw the bowl across the room,” she squeaked.

Ginny closed her eyes and prayed for patience. This was not happening. She slowly strolled up to his room and leaned at the door’s frame. His yelling immediately ceased. He smiled cheekily. What a schizophrenic…

“You’re giving my nurses a problem,” she stated.

“I know,” he answered.

She sighed. What a baby…

“What do you want?” she questioned.

“I want to talk to you,” he nodded.

“So talk,” she said, walking over to his bed and sat down.

“Well… I mulled over what you said and this is what I have: I am absolutely, utterly, stupidly infatuated with you. I want you more than anything or anyone else. Screw the consequences. I want to go to sleep with you and wake up with you. I want to have children with you. I want to marry you. I love you,” he rushed.

She blinked.

“That’s a long list of wants, Mr. Malfoy,” she drawled, laced with amusement and sarcasm.

“So? I’m a Malfoy. It’s my birthright to have a shit load of wants, which I’ll always get,” he smirked.

How did something so serene become so laughable?

“I’m not a possession, Malfoy. When you learn that, come tell me,” she murmured.

“I know that now, Gin. Don’t leave me,” he said huskily.

“You do, do you? Then what am I?” she queried.

“You’re your own person,” he stated firmly.

She watched his eyes. He wasn’t lying. He had learned. It’s always time for a new beginning, she supposed. Seeing that Jason was… Not in the picture anymore.

“Okay, Malfoy. Last chance. Don’t screw it up,” she muttered.

Again, he grinned. His smile was contagious. What a beautiful beginning…

* * * * * * * * * *

*Fast Forward Two Years*

“DRACO!” she shrieked.

“What?” he whined.

“I’m going to kill you!” she yelled.

He ran into the bathroom where she stood with a plastic stick in her hand.

“What’d I do?” he complained.

“You got me pregnant! AGAIN!” she yelled.

He smirked. She had just given birth three months ago.

“STOP SMIRKING YOU ARROGANT BASTARD!” she screamed.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry and pregnant,” he cooed.

Cries were present every night when Kayla Malfoy was born. Molly didn’t like it when Ginny had a child out of wedlock, but everything went fine. Lucius had accepted Ginny once Kayla was born with steel gray eyes and blonde hair, the prominent Malfoy trait. He even though the freckles cute. He digressed. At least he chose a Pureblood… Narcissa and Molly had been bosom buddies in their teen years, but drifted apart when she married Arthur Weasley. Now they were close friends again.

“I don’t like you,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured sexily.

He dragged a hand along her currently flat stomach. When she had been pregnant with Kayla, her belly had barely protruded so no one knew she was pregnant unless she told them.

“I love it when you’re pregnant. You’re always so horny,” he grinned.

“I’m always horny, Draco,” she gasped as his hand disappeared into her sweat pants.

“Even better,” he whispered into her sweet skin.

He found the little bundle of nerves and began to slowly stroke it with his calloused thumb. Her breaths were coming in irregular pants of pleasure. She grasped onto his thick forearms to steady herself. He slipped one finger past her vaginal lips, spreading the wetness as he made a ‘come hither’ motion.

“Dra-co,” she breathed.

“Yes, darling? What can I do for you?” he asked as he bit her neck and sucked on the pale, freckled flesh.

She bit her lip and rode his finger, not answering. She felt his rock hard erection press into the softness of her thigh.

“What can I do for you?” he repeated, slowing his circling and completely stilling the finger inside of her.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please what?” he tortured her.

“Fuck. Me,” she groaned.

“As you wish,” he sighed mockingly.

He pulled his hand out, ignoring the displeasure to his partner, and lifted her up into his arms and brought her to their bedroom. Molly had taken Kayla for the day along with the rest of her grandchildren. Draco lied her down onto the silk sheets and slowly undressed them both. He climbed on top of her, bringing his lips crashing down onto her full mouth. They struggled for dominance. Their breaths were heavy and labored. Once they separated their mouths, Draco grasped onto his penis and spread her juices along her labia for easier entrance, purposely brushing against her clitoris a few times. She tried to tell him to hurry up, but the words just wouldn’t come, no pun intended.

Fortunately, his pulsing member was thinking for him and it was saying to invade territory. He pushed into her, bumping against her womb. Moans were emitted from both their throats. He almost fully pulled out before slamming back in. he thrust into her mechanically, murmuring sweet endearments about how beautiful and perfect she was. Accidentally, she scratched his strong back, making eight welts bubble with blood. He groaned with the mixture of sadistic pleasure and soothing pain. When he felt as thought he were about to explode, he tried to hold it back. His fingers subconsciously moved to her dark nipple and tweaked it lightly. She squealed. He began to rub her clitoris in hopes that she would come first. She did. As her muscles contracted rhythmically against his dick, his testicles and thighs tensed. He ejaculated his load into her writhing body. He plunged into her and drew out their orgasm. As he finished, he fell atop of her, leaving his meat imbedded in her. They basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking and eventually fell asleep. The perfect end to the not so perfect beginning.

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