Give Her Time

Chapter 15 – Neville makes a Proposition


Remus had been unconscious or asleep for the past day and half. Poppy and Severus had both been in numerous times to check on him. Severus had thickened the potion so it would stick to his skin instead of dripping off in hopes that the extra contact would speed the healing.

Poppy had told her to take a break, and when she declined, Albus – bloody Albus – had insisted she leave for at least four hours. This was why, when she should be taking care of Remus and helping him, she was walking around Hogsmeade looking like a lost puppy.

“Oi! Gin!” Great. Her asshole of a husband was walking out of a pub and had just spotted her.

“Hello Neville,” she said neutrally.

“Let’s talk,” Neville said as he grabbed her elbow and led her down the lane towards their house.

“About?”

“How are things, Gin? I haven’t seen you in weeks,” he replied. Neville wasn’t sorted into Slytherin for a reason – he was about as clever as a damp paper bag.

“I know. You’ve been bringing all sorts of whores into the house. I don’t like finding their knickers in my favorite chair.”

Neville smirked for a moment before he caught her expression. “Well, it’s not like you aren’t trading bodily fluids with that werewolf, right?” he asked. It was done in such a boy’s locker-room manner that Ginny was momentarily taken aback.

“No, I haven’t been sleeping with Remus. I’m the faithful one. And since you seem to care so little about my sleeping habits, and I obviously care nothing about yours, WHY IN GODS NAME WON’T YOU GIVE ME A DIVORCE?” she screamed.

Neville cringed. The hunted look in his eyes told Ginny something was very much going on, and Neville wasn’t likely to tell her unless she hexed him into next week.

“Ahh Gin, You know I love you,” Neville said leaning over to nuzzle her neck. Ginny groaned and pushed him away.

“Gods only know what sorts of diseases you have now Neville, so kindly keep your lips and hands to yourself,” Ginny said primly. “And answer my question you sorry son of a bitch.”

“Low blow Weasley,” he said in a hurt voice.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny turned onto the walkway leading up to their house before saying, “Your mother would kick your ass if she were here and knew what you were doing to me, and we both know it so don’t act like the wounded victim here.”

“Whatever,” he said opening the door. As she walked in behind him the smell of old and stale sex clung in the air.

“What did you want Neville?” she asked.

“I’ve decided to make your dreams come true,” Neville said as he reached into the desk and pulled out a bundle of papers. “This is a divorce settlement. Sign and we can be divorced inside of three days.” He handed her the quill as she sat down in her favorite chair, after pulling out yet another pair of strange knickers, and stared at her husband, soon to be ex-husband with her mouth hanging open.

“Just sign on the dotted line Gin, and it’s over. You can bang your wolf with no worries.”

And what do you get out of it, came the inner voice of Draco. The blonde may not have been on her list of favorite people right now, but he had instilled in her a certain way of thinking over the past year. Neville had been unwilling to give her a divorce until this afternoon, but why? The majority of her was ready to sign her life away in order to get out of this marriage, but the Draco part said, ‘Girl, read it – don’t add stupid to the list of character traits.’

“I’ll read it,” she said, tucking it in her robe, “and get back to you soon.”

“What?!” he said, looking fairly shocked. He had expected her to just sign – whajackjackass.

“I said,” Ginny made a sing-song voice and repeated, “I’ll take it home, read it carefully, and get back in touch with you soon.” Was it wrong to enjoy the look of panic which swept across his face?

“I -,” Neville cleared his throat, “It’s just a standard ‘you take what you came in the marriage with plus the house’ divorce settlement Gin. Just sign it. My lawyer drew it up, it’s fine…”

Ginny crowed as a bead of sweat appeared on his brow, and raised an eyebrow. ‘Standard’ my ass, she thought.

“Fine – but try to have it back tomorrow,” he grudging replied. Ginny nodded and saw herself out the front door. That was truly the strangest thing to happen to her in ages, and she worked in an infirmary which catered to children learning to use magic, so that said a lot!


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For the first time that day Remus was alone in his rooms. The thicker potion seemed to really be doing the trick because air moving across his skin didn’t hurt. A little test an hour ago revealed that touching anything solid was still as painful as hell, but it was improving. And now, he wanted to see Ginny.

He wanted to see Ginny lick her lips while feeding him, as if trying to show him how to eat. He wanted to see Ginny curl up next to him and reading out loud while he stared at her beautiful red hair. He wanted to watched her climb into his bed and snuggle under his blankets. Quite frankly, he wanted to keep on pretending that Ginny was his, and it was damned hard to do that when she wasn’t even here.

This was his state of mind when Ginny finally did come in his room, but instead of checking on him, she went straight for his desk and rummaged around until she found a quill and parchment. She fired off a brief note, attached it to Remus’ owl and sent it on its way.

One part of the werewolf was glad she felt so at home in his rooms. It was a sign of her feeling comfortable around him. The rest of him was pissed off, because the reason she was here should have been to see him first and foremost.

As if she felt the vibe in the air, Ginny ed hed her head and noticed her patient for the first time.

“Oh! You’re awake! Lovely,” she said, reading his chart and getting the potion ready.

“Ginny…” Remus said with a deep angry growl.

“Yes?” she replied, not even looking up. She was marking something on his chart, but he could smell... something.

“Where were you?”

“Hogsmeade.”

“I can smell him Ginny. I can damn well smell him all over you!” A cry of animalistic rage tore out of his throat. “You were with another man – how could you!?” His chest was tight with fury and hurt. She wouldn’t let him make love to her, and up until now, the fact that she was married was an excellent excuse. But the fact of the matter was, even if she wasn’t his mate, he marked her every night with his scent. He rubbed his cheek over hers, pressed her against his body, ran his hands through her hair – anything to transfer his scent to her, and vise versa.

“What – Oh. You smell Neville,” she said off handedly. Her cheeks were pink and she looked more than a little distracted.

“Neville?!” Remus couldn’t believe it. She actually chose Neville Longbottom over me? he asked himself over and over. Like a bucket of cold water being unexpected dumped over your head, he realized that maybe this is what she had been waiting for all along. Neville had seen what a beautiful woman his wife was and wanted her back.

“Yes, he wanted to talk,” the red-head replied. She was still checking his chart. It occurred to Remus that she really wasn’t paying any attention to him even now. His… his heart was breaking and she couldn’t even look at him.

“Get out.”

“Excuse me?” Ginny said, finally lookin.
.

“After everything we’ve… And everything that’s been said – You…. You – Just get out of my rooms Mrs. Longbottom!” he all but yelled. Being a werewolf was never a huge deal during the non lunar weeks, but right now, he had the hurt pride of a full blooded male, the anger of a wolf whose mate has been lost, and the power of a wizard. It was the anger of his wolf which tipped the scales and Ginny suddenly found herself being physically removed from his rooms with a powerful push of magic. He wanted her out.


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As the door slammed in her face, Ginny wondered what the hell had just happened. Okay – Remus thought she was ‘back’ with Neville. That explained the show of force. The magic that surrounded her was malevolent; this was normally felt when strong protective magic was conjured through strong emotions. Protective for Remus. And blast it all, his door was warded, now.

She bit the inside of her lip and decided that Hermione was the woman she needed to talk to right now. This issue was Remus wasn’t going to fester. Ginny was a take charge type of woman, and she’d be damned if Neville offering a divorce was going to loose her the man she… Well… The man she was – sort of seeing. Not dating. And not in love with. She wasn’t in love with him. Which was exactly why she ran down the hall to find Hermione and get help.


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Ginny sat in her rooms, cleaning a little, reading a le, ae, and generally trying to pass the time until Hermione had asked her to meet in Remus’ rooms. They were going to help smooth things over. It wasn’t as straight forward as the redhead wanted, but frankly, if it worked, she was going to roll with it.

A large white owl tapped at her window. Hedwig. Taking the letter off his leg and tossing him a chocolate covered cricket - did Harry ever think about general nutrition? - Ginny sat down to read.

Gin,

First off, I demand you remove this blasted curse. It’s… Yeah – just remove it – PLEASE!

Second – Whatever you do, don’t, I repeat DON’T sign that divorce settlement. There is a small reference to something which I want to check out before you go forward. Neville’s hiding something, and I promise to find out. That wanker tried to pull the dirtiest of dirty tricks with this contract. It’s not so much a divorce decree as a secondary contract relieving him of any liability in the disillusionment of your marriage. In simple terms, he wants you to say it’s not his fault he sleeps with other woman.

This wouldn’t be such a huge deal if you were medically unable to – er… perform; it’s actually added in many marriage contracts when one of the spouses is gravely injured, or if the wife is seeking to become pregnant through non-traditional methods with her husbands consent. It absolves the first p of of the vows of faithfulness while keeping the rest of the vows in place, and it requires both parties freely given consent.

But since he is asking you to sign this BEFORE filing for divorce, which is also stated at the bottom, it has all appearances that he is offering you that house for your agreement that him sleeping around wasn’t the causation of the failure of the marriage.

Very strange. I’ll check into it.

And about that curse…. Please Ginny? I promise Harry will never tell tales out of turn again.

Please?
Draco


Okay, that answered her first question – Neville was up to something and didn’t want her to find out what. Well, bugger that. She was going to put any kinks in his plans she could, and STILL get a divorce if that was possible! Until then, she decided to not tell anybody about the possible upcoming divorce. Neville was likely to change his mind or have this drag out for years, and Remus didn’t deserve to have his affections pulled all over the place like that.

If she were to be honest, she shouldn’t be leading him on either, but… well… She might not be wife material for him, but she wanted very badly to be lover material for the sexy werewolf. And now that Neville was asking her for a divorce… sort of…

Ginny stretched out. It was happening. She was at the beginning of the end of her marriage. Thank the Gods.

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Okay… My price for not updating – not lots of reviews. *sniffles* I understand. It’s a punishment from the muse of reviewers. I humbly apologize.


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Okay – Here goes… I have an outline. It’s a wonderful outline. And I find myself feelings the feel to flesh out the characters more and give depth to storyline which is why Hermione and Kinky Smut haven’t happened yet. It’s written, I’m just working on the bridge chapters (of which this was the first and the first part of the next are the bridge). Hermione plays an important role in this next chapter (Chapter 16), and there is Smut. Not your typical Smut, because seriously… I have to earn that much sought after Goddess Of All Things Smutty title… and I want it. Badly. So here you go – a preview of the Smutty goodness to come. And it’s NC-17. I don’t really do standard Missionary Smut either – so get your motors roaring…..

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START EVIL SMUTTY GOODNESS HE. S. Strawberries - MmMmMmm


Ginny looked at him for a moment before standing up and walking over to the kitchen. She came back holding a large strawberry. She glanced at his erect cock, memorizing every detail and then pointed her wand at the strawberry, while muttering a charm. The luscious red berry became – Well, Remus could only call it a red dildo for lack of a better term.

"This is a non-working model of course...." Ginny saionwoonworking? What the hell does the working one do? Remus thought to himself.

The redhead looked at Remus and grinned before spreading her legs and inserting the tip. The moan that came from her throat was almost enough to tempt Remus to risk the certain pain he would feel by touching her.

Ginny opened her eyes and stared at the man before her, watching his cock leap as she pleasured herself, fulfilling the task with more attention to detail than was strictly neces. T. Taking her free hand, she trailed it down her firm body, watching Remus’ eyes follow along, and came to rest on her clit. Normally at this point Ginny would cover herself with the heel of her hand and grind away, but because Remus was watching, she made a show of rolling the sensitive nub between her nimble fingers.

“Ohh Gods Gin,” he panted, moving his hips in time with the trusts of her replica of him. “I… Harder Gin… I was to see you come,” Remus begged.

The sound of his rough voice and seeing his cock leap as she moaned, Ginny started in earnest working the transfigured strawberry into her core. She rolled her hips around in small circles, trying to find the stop that always felt so good… “Remus!” she cried out loud as she started the exquisite journey through her climax. She pumped harder, abandoning her clit to rub over a nipple. Ohh Gods yes… this was good!


END OF SMUTTY GOODNESS


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