Conventions, Clubs and Caresses

Okay, sorry it\'s short, had to get it out for you guys.

Thanks to all of you for reveiwing.



~*~ 12-14-07

CH. 21 Homecoming



“Harry, love, oh I’ve missed you so much” Running into her husband’s waiting arms she wrapped herself around him.

“Are you feeling okay, your letter said you had a concussion, are you taking any potions? Can I get you anything?” Ginny was talking a mile a minute while her husband just held her tightly, relishing her warmth and love.



“I’m okay love, just disappointed. The coach says I have to sit out for the first few games until I’m given a clean bill of health. I’m extremely happy to see you though” lowering his head he captured her lips in a demanding kiss. Moving her towards the couch he pushed her down, laying atop her warm body he placed kisses all over her face, whispering words of love as he made his way down her neck, pulling her shirt up and over her head, grinding into her.



“Gods I’ve missed you” he breathed against her bared breasts. Moving slowly down her soft skin he unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down over her hips, placing kisses everywhere. Tugging his shirt over his head he threw it onto the growing pile of clothes beside the settee.



Ginny leaned up to help him out of his trousers before she found herself once again pinned beneath his muscled torso. Wrapping her legs around his waist she met his mouth with her tongue, seeking entrance of the long missed feel of his velvety smooth tongue upon her own.



Harry reached between their bodies, feeling her wetness spilling forth he pushed into her roughly, taking her hard and fast. He’d been gone too long, had missed her soft body under his.



Ginny arched into him to meet his thrust. She loved it when he was rough. Over the years they found that both of them needed the pain as much as the intimacy of their coupling. Ginny could feel her orgasm approaching quickly, it had been too long since he was inside of her. Digging her nails into his backside, her heels pressing into his tight arse she squeezed he walls tightly before exploding with a scream, taking Harry right along with her.



“Welcome home love” she kissed him sweetly before both falling into a deep, content sleep.



~*~



Draco had ordered their meal and they were now sitting quietly at the table, Hermione unable to meet his gaze. Her fingers clenched tightly under the table. She knew it was coming, she just didn’t want to discuss it, ever. Knowing that was unrealistic she took a deep breath and sat up straight, waiting for the inevitable.



“Now, are you going to tell me about this Doug bloke?” He asked softly. He didn’t want to put her on the defensive. He knew she loved him, but he also realized he knew almost nothing of her past. All he really cared about was that she was here with him and they wanted a future together. Seeing her discomfort he tried his best to calm her.

“I’m not angry, or worried about losing you to him” he smiled as he reached for her hand twisting beneath the table.



“Draco, I suppose I at least owe you some type of explanation” she sighed, gripping his hand firmly.



“After you left, I was lost. My best friend was dead, my other best friend might as well have been, he was racked with guilt over Ron’s death. Any, it took me a long time to get myself to stop cyring at the mention of his name. I cried myself to sleep for almost a year” pausing to look at him she whispered softly” most of those nights those tears were over you. I knew I had lost any chance of ever finding out what it could have been like. You were gone and I didn’t think I’d ever see you again”



Taking a sip of her water she continued her story.



“When I began my job at the ministry I kept myself buried in my work. I wouldn’t go out socially, I never left my flat on the weekends, basically I turned myself off from the world, unless I was doing my work. Then, one day my boss told me he had an assignment for me over in the United States. Told me it would be anywhere from 3 months to 6 months long. I jumped at the chance. I wanted to get away so badly, I needed to find myself again. After a couple of months over there I began to feel better. I had accepted Ron’s death and I even told myself that you would have never wanted me, a plain, bossy know-it-all mudblood. I guess that’s when I began to change on the outside. I took more care of my appearance, I even went out a few times with friends from work. My life felt like it was getting back on track. One night when me and a couple girls from work went to a club, I saw a tall blonde haired man and I swear to Merlin my heart stopped. I thought for just a second that it might be you. And when he turned around I had to look away. The emotions came back with such force I almost passed out. My friends helped me home that night, all I did was cry for hours on end. The next day I received an owl from one of the girls. She told me he was new in our department and he recognized me. She had gotten his information and, thinking she was helping me, set us up on a blind date. When I received her owl I was mortified. I didn’t want to go through it. I pushed it off for as long as possible, until one day I saw him walking out of the office down the hall. He was dressed in black, his clothes perfect. He made me think of you and it hurt my heart. He saw me staring and came over to me, and well, that’s how we met.”



She stopped to catch her breath. Draco hadn’t said a word, only squeezed her hand lovingly as she told her story. Nodding at her to continue she took a deep breath and told him the truth of her relationship with the man from the pub.



“We went out a few times, I felt comfortable around him I guess. I kept telling myself it wasn’t because he looked like you, but I knew deep down, that was exactly why” she swallowed hard, “why I let him into my bed.”



Tears streamed down her face as she continued in a strained voice.



“I wanted him to be you so badly, I gave myself to him. I would close my eyes and picture you above me, instead of him. After a while he started to suspect that something was wrong. I kept my guard up without realizing it. Things began to turn sour, I could see changes in him, not unlike how you used to act in school. He would say harsh things to me, then apologize and, and then he’d. . .” She couldn’t continue.



“It’s alright love, you can tell me, I don’t care what happened. It’s obvious you’re still hurting from it. You need to get it out, I won’t judge you. I love you” he whispered as he wiped away her tears.



“He started to get . . . rough, when we were” her eyes turned downwords, ashamed at what she was going to admit. “together, intimately. He would pin me down, tie me up, whatever got his rocks off. Sometimes he would take me from behind, very roughly. I’m ashamed to say that, I. . .well, I kinda liked it at first. It was thrilling to be out of control, unable to do anything when he took me like that.” She turned her head away, unable to look at Draco after admitting such sick and twisted things.



“Love, it’s okay” he pulled her closer to him. “there’s nothing wrong with that. You should be able to let go when you’re with someone you care for. Obviously you trusted him enough to let him do those things”

Inwardly he was both screaming and completely turned on. The fact that she admitted to liking rough sex would make any man hard, and he was no exception. He also wanted to throttle the man, mostly because he had gotten to Hermione first.



“What happened between the two of you? Why did you break up?” he heard himself before realizing he was even speaking. Gods, why would he want to know that?



“Well, after about 8 months of being together, my job was coming to an end and I told him I was going to come back to England, he got upset and asked me to stay. When I told him I wanted to go home, he, he pulled me into the bedroom, stripped me and tied me up. He left me there for hours. Alone, Scared. I didn’t know what he was going to do. When he finally came back he was drunk, and he wasn’t alone. He brought a girl back with him. I could hear them out in the living room. It’s when I heard him moaning through the walls that I knew he was having sex with her. I wanted to scream out, but I couldn’t. I wanted him to leave and take her with him. Instead, I heard the door opening and when I looked up it was a woman and she was completely naked. She looked at me and started laughing. She came towards me and laid down on top of me. The things she did,” she paused to catch her breath and recompose herself. “I just laid there, crying. She just laughed harder and called to Doug to come in and shut me up. He came through the door, the look on his face scared me. I’d seen it before when he hurt me. He told her what to do to me, I couldn’t stop her. She started rubbing me, I told her to stop, he silenced me and told her not to stop. She pressed her face between my legs, I couldn’t help it, I tried to ignore it, tried to distance myself, but after I came she just kept going, he was behind her, fucking her while he watched her pleasure me”



She closed her eyes at the memories. She had hated her body for reacting the way it did.



“Hermione”



“No, let me finish. After they were. . .done, she told me she wanted to come back again and ‘play’. She kissed me and then dropped to her knees and sucked him off right in front of me, I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was humiliated beyond belief at what I had done, how I had reacted to her. Afterwards, he let me go and passed out on the bed. I grabbed my clothes and ran. I left that very night, I came home. Noone knows about any of this.” She shook her head as more tears fell down her face.



Pulling into his lap he held her tightly, wiping the tears streaming down her face. Rocking her as he whispered loving and tender words in her ear.



Shortly after she had finished the food was brought to the table. Unable to eat they asked to take it with them and Apparated back to his home. Laying on the large couch in front of the fireplace he held her quietly, not asking her any questions, just telling her how much he loved her and would never, ever hurt her.



~*~



Doug made his way into the office the very next morning, intent on telling the head of the department it wasn’t going to work out and he has decided to go back to the states. Stopping just outside the door he was quite surprised to see the fiery red head waiting outside the office, looking quite determined.



“Morning red, what can I do for ya?” he asked pleasantly.



“I want to talk to you about what we are going to do about this whole wedding fiasco” she whispered under her breath so no one around them could hear her.



“I don’t want that bastard anywhere near my friend, and you’re going to help me with that, you promised. I told you I would help you get her back and I fully intend on doing that.”



“Ginny! What are you doing here?” Sara called out from across the floor. Gods she hoped Hermione had talked to her, she couldn’t keep the excitement in much longer and she didn’t want Hermione mad at her for telling her exciting news.



“Sarah, I was just looking for Hermione, you haven’t seen her have you?” Ginny stared into the other woman’s eyes as she placed a sick sweet smile upon her face.



TBC…