A Box of Monkey Love

After Draco had helped Ginny clean up the bathroom, then
cleaned up himself, he helped Ginny get upstairs and into bed. Then, he asked
the Nanny Elf to get the kids upstairs and prepare them for their day while he
ran to the local Apothecary for a safe anti-nauseate potion for Ginny.

 

It seemed, to Ginny, to take forever, but in reality only
took Draco about 10 minutes to get the potion she needed. In the meantime, she
huddled in aal pal position on the bed and kept very still. Any sudden moves
and she would be retching again.

 

Draco ran upstairs with the potion. He found Ginny lying
very still on the bed. He gently placed his right hand on her back and rubbed.
She slowly turned over and reached for the liquid in his hand.

 

It was a cobalt blue potion that was very viscid. The liquid
clung to the sides of the vial more like a gel than the liquid it was. Thus,
the remnants dripped slowly down the sides after Ginny turned it up to take the
potion in one long gulp.

 

The potion, thankfully, worked almost immediately. It was
designed to be absorbed into the bloodstream through the esophagus rather than
requiring the liquid to be in the stomach or intestines.

 

As the calmness flew through Ginny’s body, she flashed Draco
a thankful smile and jumped off the bed.

 

Draco leaned over for a kiss and Ginny gave him a hasty peck
on the cheek as she left the room to get the kids out the door.

 

Draco shook his head. He would never understand women…any of
them. The thought of immediately returning to one’s schedule after being that
violently ill was ridiculous.

 

Almost as if Ginny could read his mind, she quickly turned
back to him and said, “Who else is there to do this? Someone has to.” And she
disappeared from the doorway with a slight smile and a wink. nbspnbsp;

As Ginny entered the parlor, she focused on her morning
routine. She had lots to do today. She needed to get the boys off to school,
get Katie settled and meet her sister-in-laws for lunch at a new deli on Diagon
Alley.

 

“Ben…Bill…let’s go. You have five minutes to be at school.
Let’s go!” Ginny yelled with a magically enhanced voice from the elegantly
decorated parlor.

 

At her words, Ben and Bill grabbed the last of their school
books and headed for the fireplace in the parlor. There they found their mother
waiting for them with a hastily tapping foot and her arms crossed over her
torso. They put an extra jump in their step and headed for the fireplace. As
they were about to pick up the floo powder to go to sc, th, their mother placed
an arm around each of the boys and have them a noisy, smacking kiss on their
cheek. The boys hastily rubbed it off with a whiny, “Mooooom!” Ginny laughed at
their antics and shooed them oith ith a wave of her hands.

 

Draco was sitting in his study working on some figures
regarding the recent acquirement of a competitor in a distant, foreign
wizarding town when Ginny beld fod for the boys to get a move on. He visibly
flinched at the power of her voice. It was amazing how the female Weasley’s
could project their voice. Draco shook his head in remembrance of the first
time he had been bestowed with Molly’s famed Weasley “talking to.”

 

It had been about six months after he and Ginny had
started dating. They had come back from a night on the town. He had taken Ginny
on a special night to celebrate their sixth month anniversary.

 

About four hours earlier, he had shown up at the
apartment door with six differently colored wizard roses. They were wrapped in
extra greenery and green tissue wrapping paper. Ginny’s eyes almost popped out
of her head, which caused Draco to laugh aloud, when she saw the roses rotate
through the colors of the flowers in a sequential flowing fashion. When
Hermione saw them later, she said they looked much like lights muggle use to
decorate their hot tubs, ads, etc.

 

After Ginny relieved Draco of her gift, she put them in
sugar water and walked back to give him a kiss on the cheek. He was having none
of that; he pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss. He wanted her to
have no doubts as to how he truly felt abut her. His kiss said all that he had,
as of yet, been unable to say.

 

After a thorough snogging, he pulled away and told her
that they needed to be on their way or they were going to miss their
reservations. She nodded her head in a slightly off kilter way- that kiss had
really made her senses reel. She walked back into her bedroom, pulled her
antique lace shawl off the hangar, placed it swiftly around her shoulders and
walked back into her living room ready to go.

 

 

When Ginny walked into her bedroom to get her wrap, Draco
knew it was time to get to work. He quickly transfigured the small Oriental rug
in front of the fireplace into a faux panther rug…black, of course. He then
conjured two crystal wine glasses and a bottle of Dom Perignon. He turned the
wand upon himself and divested himself of his clothes. He quickly dropped onto
the rug, corked the champagne and filled the two classes. He sat them slightly
to the side and found a pose that was comfortable and sexy; he waited.

 

He loved the look Ginny had on her face when she saw him.
At first, it was nothing but shock, but it quickly morphed into pure lust. He
liked that look on Ginny.

 

He beckoned for her to join him with a come hither look
and an outstretched hand.

She had slowly wa ove over to him, stopped right in front
of him, and gently dropped to her knees. He had taken her hands in his and
said, “Ginny Weasley, I am completely in love with you.”

 

Then, he had placed his right hand on her nape and pulled
her in for a scorching kiss. She had quickly become weak in his arms from his
sensual ministrations and he pulled her to lie prostrate beside him. He slowly
unwound the shawl her her torso and let it fall back to the ground. Next, he
was intent on removing her blouse, however; he took his sweet time enjoying
every single button coming open. He took such great joy with each bit of flesh
that was revealed to his hungry eyes.

 

He could no longer stop himself. He leaned over and began
suckling and nibbling down her long, enticing neck towards her breasts; all the
while, his fingers deftly revealing more skin for him to drown in.

 

To make him even more aroused, Ginny was mewing and
moaning in sensual bliss. He was almost sure he could orgasm from her sounds. After
his hands found the sweet, soft skin at her tummy, he was sure he was not going
to last very long.

 

Ginny grasped his head firmly with her hands, pulled his
head away from her body and to her lips for another go at tongue dancing. She
tasted so sweet, like warm toffee.

 

He, now, had her blouse and bra removed and he pulled
from her loving kiss to feast upon her body. As he feasted adoringly upon her
body, she had turned the most adorable pink color that interestingly enough
matched the nub at the end of her pert breasts.

 

After a few more minutes of soaking in her delicate
beauty, he lowered his head to her chest and captured a rigid nipple in his
mouth gently between his lips. Then he gave it a short lick with the tip of his
tongue; he loved the low pitch moan Ginny gave at the moistness on her nipple.
He deftly repeated the action and smiled at Ginny’s identical response. He
moved to the other breast and was giving it the same attention when the door to
Ginny’s apartment flew open.

 

There in all her motherly glory was a very shocked Molly
Weasley.

 

“Ginny Weasley…Draco Malfoy…what ARE you doing?”

 

Draco looked down at Ginny with wide eyes. She opened her
eyes wide and nodded for him to get off of her with her head. He reluctantly
rolled off of Ginny and got to his knees. He helped Ginny garner her clothes,
get them somewhat back on and helped her to heet eet with Molly Weasley glaring
at them the whole time. Then, he arrogantly picked up his own clothes and put
them on.

 

Ginny and Draco gallantly faced Molly Weasley as she
began a vicious tirade about respect, right from wrong and hordes of other
ethical and moral topics.

 

Draco shut Molly Weasley up the only way he knew how. He
dropped to his knees and asked Ginny to marry him. Ginny turned to him in
shock. Molly Weasley, for the first time since Draco knew her, was eerily
quiet.

 

Draco pulled out a large oval shaped ruby ring that was
flanked by two rather large pear shaped diamonds. It was amazingly colorful
with the firelight reflecting off it and through it.

 

Ginny began silently crying, dropped to her knees in
front of him and eagerly nodded her head. He gave her a bright smile and placed
the ring on her left hand. Once he finished, he brushed his hand across her
cheek. Ginny took the initiative and pulled Draco into a searing kiss.

 

After a few minutes of them kissing and her shock had
worn off, Molly Weasley loudly cleared her throat. Ginny and Draco sheepishly
drew apart and turned towards Molly.

 

Molly gave them a nose crinkling smile and said, “Well, I
guess I’ll be going. Don’t do anything your father and I have not done!” And
then, she was gone.

 

Draco was pulled from his musings by his own laughter.