Twenty five year old Ginny Weasley sat at the scarred wooden table nursing her firewhisky long after Harry Potter had walked away. She listened to the inebriated chatter of the men and women in the pub around her. If she sat there long enough, she wondered if Harry would come back. When the chair across from her scraped back over the floorboards she looked up from her drink and frowned.
“Hello, Hermione. You look nervous. Did you come here to ask for my blessing?”
Ginny watched as the bushy haired witch sat down and twisted her hands together. “Ginny, we didn’t plan this.”
A bitter laugh escaped Ginny’s throat. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about this since Hogwarts. Does my poor brother know yet? He’s the one who’s going to be hurt the most.”
Hermione’s face flushed. “I just told him.”
Ginny signaled to the waitress for another drink. When her firewhisky arrived, she downed it in one shot. “Let me guess how Ron reacted. He called you a traitorous bint and said he never wanted to see you again.”
Hermione sniffled. Ginny found she quite enjoyed Hermione’s distress. Sitting forward, she said, “The only reason I haven’t blasted you out of that chair is because I can tell you’re miserable. You know it was wrong to leave Ron for his best friend. Being the woman who always does the right thing, I’m sure this is just eating away at you.”
Straightening in her chair, Hermione shot back, “It’s not like you two have been exclusive. Harry told me you’ve been seeing other people.”
Ginny found herself laughing again. “That’s just like Harry. Did he mention he was the one seeing other people and he didn’t bother to see if it was all right with me first?”
“You’re lying,” Hermione accused. “He said it was a mutual decision.”
Sitting back, Ginny crossed one leg over the other. “It’s funny. In a way you’ve done me a favor. I’ve been keeping a secret from my family for some time now. Do you want to know what it is?”
Hermione nodded warily.
“Harry Potter is a right bastard. He lies. He cheats. On occasion, he even steals. Of course I could never tell anyone about his less than stellar qualities, because he was everyone’s hero. My parents loved Harry, so I could never break things off with him.”
Hermione stood abruptly scooting her chair across the floor in the process. “You’re lying. Harry is none of those things.”
Ginny wrinkled up her nose. “Did I mention he’s selfish in bed? I hope you can get there fast, because he isn’t in it for the long haul if you know what I mean.”
Genuine distress began to show on Hermione’s face. Ginny heard laughter behind her, and she joined in. “Let me guess, you’ve already tested out the goods. It was probably somewhere that you might get caught. He made up some rot about lasting longer once you were in a proper bed. Sorry, that isn’t going to happen.”
Without another word, Hermione turned and fled. Ginny was about to signal the waitress when a drink floated over her head and landed on her table. “Thank you,” she said to no one in particular.
“You’re welcome,” came a distinguished drawl. The hair on the back of Ginny’s neck stood up. She turned around to see Draco Malfoy sitting with Pansy Parkinson at the table behind her.
Pansy leaned forward flashing an impressive amount of cleavage. “That was the most entertaining scene I’ve been witness to in a long time. Why don’t you join us?”
Ginny gave the pair a slow grin. “My life has recently gone to hell. I might as well finish it off by being seen with a couple of Slytherins.”
Draco pulled a chair out for her. Ginny joined them. “Any questions about my evening? If you keep supplying alcohol, I’ll carry on with the entertainment.”
Pansy reached over and pulled the engagement ring off Ginny’s finger. “Why didn’t you throw this in his face when he said he was leaving you?"
Ginny could feel Draco’s eyes boring into her. She wished he would say something. Focusing her attention on Pansy, Ginny said, “I figured it was a gift. I planned on auctioning it off. There’s probably some rich deviant out there who’d take great joy in owning the engagement ring from Harry’s failed relationship.”
Sliding it onto her pinky finger, Pansy admired the ring. “It looks good on me. Don’t you think so, Draco?”
Draco held his hand out. Pansy removed the ring and placed it in his palm. He held it up to the light and studied it. “At least he wasn’t a cheap bastard.” His eyes met Ginny’s. “Don’t sell it until you’ve had it appraised.”
Ginny chuckled. “What is the world coming to? Draco Malfoy is giving me helpful advice.”
“Would you like me to insult you instead?” he asked as he set another drink in front of her. “I’m quite willing to tell you that a woman with red hair should never wear a sweater in that particular shade of yellow.”
“Save the fashion advice for later. Right now I’d appreciate it if you’d just go back to being charming.”
Pansy chuckled. “Personally, I find him to be his scariest when he’s being charming. It means he’s after something.”
Studying the blond, Ginny said, “Do you always get what you go after?”
Reaching out, Draco wrapped a strand of her hair around one of his fingers. “Most of the time I do. Some goals take longer to achieve than others.”
The way Draco was looking at her reminded her of the way she used to catch him looking at her in the Great Hall. Back then she found his intense gaze a bit frightening. Now she found it exhilarating. She found herself sincerely hoping that what he wanted was her naked.
She wondered if he and Pansy were a couple. She’d be mildly disturbed if they asked her to be a third in some twisted affair. She’d much rather have her own twisted affair with Draco.
Pansy set her glass down and said, “Tell me, Ginny. Do you think your brother would mind a visit from an old enemy?”
Imagining the look on her brother’s face when he saw Pansy’s cleavage, Ginny rattled off his address. Pansy stood up and gave her companions a parting smile. “I’ll be off. We should all have brunch together soon to discuss sordid details.”
Ginny blinked as Pansy disappeared with a pop. She turned her attention to Draco. “Should I fear for my brother’s safety?”
Ronald Weasley was in the middle of stirring Hermione’s books in the bathtub, when someone knocked on his front door. He looked at the book soup he’d created and smiled with pride. Then, he went to answer the door. The sight of Pansy Parkinson standing on his doorstep left him speechless. She sauntered into his living room and looked at the destruction he’d wrought on the furniture.
“I hope you didn’t destroy the bed,” she said as she walked down the hallway. Ron stared after her. He pinched himself. It hurt. He wasn’t dreaming.
“Pansy, are you lost?” he asked as he followed her down the hall. His foot caught on something, and he bent down to see what it was. In his hand was a pair of knickers. They were only knickers in theory. He doubted that the scrap of lace was anything but decorative.
He knew for a fact that the knickers did not belong to the traitorous bint, because she wore nothing but plain cotton knickers. Therefore, the knickers in his hand belonged to Pansy. He tried to fathom why the witch in question would show up at his house and drop her knickers on his hallway floor.
“Weasley, I’m waiting,” came a slightly annoyed voice from his bedroom.
“I must be going mental,” he muttered as he walked towards his bedroom. When he reached the doorway, his mouth dropped open. Pansy was in his bed. Not only was she in his bed, she was draped across the coverlet in a manner resembling the centerfolds from one of his favorite magazines.
“I heard about your break up. I thought you might want to take all of that angry fire and passion out on me.”
Ron’s brain started to whir. “How did you hear about it? It just happened.”
Pansy sat up and began to unbutton her blouse. “I was having drinks at the same bar as your sister. I listened to her filet Granger. It was beautiful. I bought your sister a drink. Now, I’m here for you.”
“Why?” Ron asked as his feet moved towards the bed.
Giving him a feral smile, Pansy stated, “For my own selfish reasons of course. I’ve always heard that the Weasley boys were...gifted in a certain area. This is my chance to find out.”
She pointed her wand at him, and his clothes fell to the floor. Ron’s face flushed as Pansy openly admired his body. “Very impressive,” she purred. “Now, tell me about your wildest fantasy.”
Ginny sat across from Draco and finished off her drink. “Is my brother safe with Pansy? Should I go check on him tomorrow morning?”
“You’re brother will be safe, yet exhausted, tomorrow morning. I suggest you send food to his house around noon.”
“Good for Ron. He could use the distraction.”
Without pretense, Draco stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Ginny eyed him warily. “Where are we going?”
“Someplace else,” Draco told her with a smirk.
“That tells me a lot,” Ginny shot back. She stood and gave him her hand. The tug of Apparition threw her off balance. When they landed, she fell against him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders to keep her from hitting the floor.
He looked down at her. “Not too steady on your landings, are you?”
Irked, Ginny replied, “I suggest you go back to being charming.”
He didn’t release the arm he had around her shoulders. Instead, he pulled her closer. It seemed like forever that he just looked at her making her feel nervous and slightly stupid.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?”
He leaned down and brushed his lips against her neck. Then, he pulled back and frowned. “I’m trying to decide on the best approach.”
Exasperation combined with alcohol caused Ginny to blurt out, “Harry hasn’t touched me in months. Damn near any approach will do at this point.”
Draco tilted his head and studied her. “That takes some of the fun out of it.”
Ginny pushed him away and said, “You know what? I’ll just go find some random man to shag who isn’t so bloody difficult.”
A spell hit Ginny from behind, and she found herself dressed in an abbreviated Hogwart’s uniform. She scoffed. Turning around, she said, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Draco was dressed in a Slytherin Uniform. His shirt hung open, and his trousers rode low on his hips. “Don’t tell me you never thought about it. Wasn’t there a single night that you fantasized about hooking up with someone from my house?”
Ginny blushed and Draco moved towards her. The feral look in his eyes caused her heart to beat faster. When he was close enough, he began to undo her tie. “Let’s try this again. Shall we?”
She could feel the heat of his hands through the fabric of her shirt. Deciding she could perform a memory charm on him later, she reached out and plucked the Prefect badge off of his shirt. “All right. I get to be the Prefect.”
“Dream on,” Draco told her as he grabbed the badge back.
She wanted to yell at him, but then his lips crashed down on hers. The kiss was aggressive, full of sharp teeth and raw need. She found herself digging her fingernails into his back.
She struggled at pulling his shirt off as he applied his teeth to her neck. She was shocked when she realized the animalistic sounds she heard were coming from her own throat. Draco didn’t seem to mind as his hands and mouth roamed over her body engulfing her in heat.
It was only later, when they were collapsed and entangled on the bed that she thought to feel embarrassed about the things they’d done. Draco watched as the blush suffused her face.
“No regrets. This is a night to let go.”
His mouth began to skim over her body, and she said, “If I let go anymore, I’m not going to be able to walk in the morning.”
Draco’s head popped up. “Not used to marathon sessions?”
“No,” Ginny stated as she wiggled out from under him. “Maybe we could soak in the tub for a bit?”
“Fine,” Draco muttered as he stood up and headed for the loo.
Ginny felt slightly rebuked. “You need to work on your bedside manner,” she informed him as she followed after him.
Without looking back Draco replied, “I do not waste time on civil niceties.” Turning slightly, he gave her an evil grin. “I save my strength for other endeavors.”
Ginny felt her body heating up. She closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. “I’m asking for half an hour in the bath and a snack.”
Draco began filling the bath. “I can live with that.”
The tub was a work of art. It could easily hold six adults. Ginny slid into the water and moaned in satisfaction. Draco chuckled. “I’ve heard that sound somewhere before.”
She felt a blush stain her cheeks, but she didn’t care. Closing her eyes, she allowed the warm water to sooth her muscles. A subtle scent wafted up from the water. Not able to place it, she asked, “What is that smell?”
“It’s lavender and lemongrass.”
Inhaling deeply, Ginny sighed. “It’s very relaxing.” Her stomach growled, breaking the tranquility. She opened one eye. “I believe it’s time for that snack I mentioned.”
Draco stood up and walked over to the vanity, dripping water across the floor. She wondered if he was careless because he’d never had to clean up after himself. He reached out and picked up a small silver bell. The house elf that popped into the room didn’t appear to be bothered by human nakedness.
“We require a bottle of wine, cheese and crackers, and a bowl of fruit.”
The house elf popped out of the room, and Ginny found herself laughing. “How do you manage to look like you’re in charge when you’re stark naked?”
He raised an eyebrow at her as he resumed his position in the tub. “I’m a Malfoy. I’m always in charge, especially when I’m naked.”
Ginny laughed and shook her head. She grabbed a pear off of the tray that appeared by the side of the tub. After taking a bite, she said, “After I recover, I think we may have to change that.”
Ron lay on the bed, trying to catch his breath. The dark haired witch next to him stretched her arms over her head in apparent satisfaction. “Merlin, you’re beautiful,” he said without thinking.
Pansy scrunched her nose at him. “You’ve already shagged me. There’s no need for fake compliments.”
Ron propped himself up on his elbow. “That wasn’t fake.”
Blushing, Pansy said, “I know what I look like. I’ve got great tits, but that’s about it.”
Sitting up, Ron said, “Can’t take a compliment, can you?” He stared at her. “You’re not the typical beauty. You’ve got great eyes and good skin.”
“Thank you,” Pansy murmured as she looked away.
Ron’s stomach growled. “Want something to eat? I’m starving.”
Pansy appeared at a loss. “I guess so.”
Standing up, he pulled on his trousers. “Come into the kitchen with me.”
Pansy followed along after donning his shirt. He pulled cheese, eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator.
“You’re going to cook?”
Ron broke half a dozen eggs into a bowl as he spoke. “If you want to eat, you have to cook. Fill the kettle for tea, will you?”
Pansy fixed the tea without argument. An easy silence settled over the two as Ron made cheese omelets and bacon. When he was finished, he made up two plates and brought them to the table. The portions on both plates were huge.
A smile appeared on Pansy’s face. “Do you expect me to eat all of this?”
Ron winked at her. “I figured you’d need your strength for later.”
Pansy ate her food, and tried to ignore the fact that Ron Weasley was charming, great in bed, and knew how to cook.
Ginny couldn’t stop laughing. Draco glared at her. “A laughing dominatrix doesn’t quite work for me.”
Ginny bit her lip and swiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She looked at the weird leather ensemble that Draco had clothed her in. “I look ridiculous.” She looked at the spiked leather collar he was wearing. “Some poor dog is probably missing that,” she said as giggles overtook her again.
Shaking his head, Draco said, “I think we need another plan.”
Taking a deep breath, Ginny said, “I have an idea.” She grabbed her wand and made the leather disappear. In it’s place, she was wearing a pale blue cotton nightgown that reached down past her knees.
Draco was busy looking down at his own blue plaid pajama bottoms. “Am I wearing flannel?” he asked in disbelief. When he looked up and saw Ginny, he blinked. “You look far too wholesome.”
Smiling with pride, Ginny said, “I am wholesome.”
A snort was his only response.
“You don’t believe me?” Ginny asked in mock despair.
He shook his head. “Not after what you did to get out of detention earlier this evening.”
Ginny pushed him backwards so he was lying down on the bed. She lifted her gown up so she could crawl on top of him. “The secret that no one seems to realize is that wholesome girls do all of those naughty things too. We just feel slightly guilty about enjoying them as much as we do.”
Draco’s eyes darkened. “Is there anything you’ve never done that you’d like to feel guilty about?”
Biting her lip, Ginny shook her head no. “But if you have any suggestions, I’d be willing to listen.”
Pansy watched as Ron cleaned up the mess he’d made in the kitchen. She enjoyed watching the play of muscles across his back as he reached into cabinets to put the dishes away. When he turned and gave her a boyish grin, she found herself smiling like an idiot.
“How do you feel about kitchen tables?” he asked as he walked back over to stand next to her.
Pansy arched a brow. “Are we talking about this kitchen table, or kitchen tables in general?”
Grabbing her around the waist, Ron lifted her out of the chair and placed her on the table. As he lifted one of her legs up to wrap around his waist, he said, “We are talking about this kitchen table.”
“I believe I am rather fond of this table,” she told him as she placed her other leg around his waist.
Twenty minutes later she found herself thinking that she loved the table. She thought it was best if she screamed Ron’s name instead. After Ron collapsed on her, she gasped. He supported his weight with one arm and said, “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry to intrude,” came Fred’s voice from behind him.
“Thought you might need to get drunk,” George commented. “Looks like you’ve had a better offer.”
“It might be best to turn off the Floo after we leave,” Fred said with a laugh.
Ron gave Pansy a look that was a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Pansy laughed. “It’s all right. I doubt they could see more than my ankles.”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “I better turn off the Floo.”
Pansy padded after him into the living room. She yawned, and stretched. “I think I might need to soak in your tub for a bit.”
A look of concern crossed Ron’s face. “I’ve a mess to clean up first.”
When Pansy saw the tub, she laughed. “Are those Granger’s books?”
“Yes, they are.” He rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “I believe several of them were first editions she’d had signed.”
Pansy laughed at the evil grin on Ron’s face. “You are a devious man. I don’t suppose you have another bath?”
Shaking his head, Ron said, “Just the one.” He took out his wand and reduced the size of the mess in the tub. Then he scooped out the wet glop and placed it in the rubbish bin. After a quick cleaning spell, he filled the tub with warm water. “I’ll go get some towels out of the hall closet.”
Pansy eyed the bath salts on the shelf, but she figured they would remind him of Hermione. She found a bottle of plain mineral oil and poured it into the tub. Then she grabbed his cologne and added some to the water. For her final touch, she enlarged the tub.
Ron returned with the towels and placed them on the counter. He turned to walk back out the door.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Pansy asked as she climbed into the tub.
“I don’t think we’ll both fit,” he told her. Then, he looked at the tub. “You made it larger so I’d fit.” A shadow seemed to cross his face.
Pansy sat up so that her best assets were floating on top of the water. “Don’t think about her tonight. Come and help me get clean.”
Ron’s eyes focused on her breasts, and Pansy watched as the smile came back to his eyes.
Ginny collapsed in a heap with Draco on top of her. She felt like all of her bones had melted. She smiled over her shoulder at him. “I call time out for a nap.”
A weight rolled off of her, and she heard him sigh. When he got up and began moving around, she wondered where his energy came from. She heard something land on the bed beside her. She barely opened one eye to see what he had in store for her next. When she realized he was giving her back her clothes, she feigned sleep.
“Ginny, I think it would be best if you dressed and went home. I have an early day tomorrow.”
Faking sleep had become one of Ginny’s specialties when she was avoiding Harry’s advances. She let out a small murmuring noise and snuggled deeper into the blankets. She heard Draco walk away muttering as she drifted off to sleep.
When she woke the next morning, she noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. A house elf popped into the room and startled her. He placed a lidded silver tray on the bed and disappeared the same way he came. The tantalizing aroma of bacon wafted out from under the dome. Ginny snatched the lid off and made fast work of the bacon and toast. When she lifted the teapot to refill her cup, she noticed the small green envelope.
“Brush off by post,” Ginny said. “Isn’t that lovely.” She opened the note and frowned. It was painfully short.
“Thanks for last night.”
Twenty five was a little late to be experiencing her first one night stand, but Ginny thought she handled it quite well. She resisted the urge to spill the contents of the teapot on his bed. He hadn’t promised her anything beyond one night. After showering and cleaning her clothes with her wand, she Flooed back to her flat.
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