A Box of Monkey Love

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, visits and/or ratings. I wrote
this a while back. It took a while to get the nerve to start posting here. Any
reviews would be most appreciated. Thanks, LadyBrannon

 

 

Molly Weasley did indeed wait until after dinner to bring
Kaitlyn home.

 

Earlier, Ginny and Draco had lain in bed and discussed how the
game had already improved their lives. They were spending quality time
together, making time for the family and all around enjoying life more. They
decided they would visit Diagon Alley over the weekend and thank Huntress.

 

Ginny and Draco got out of bed just in time to meet Ben and
Bill at the fireplace after school. When Ben and Bill saw Draco already at
home, they began jumping up and down. Draco smiled and asked them if they would
like to go outside and play 2 on 1 quidditch. The answering response was so
loud, Ginny thought she might have lost some hearing. The boys (yes, this
includes Draco) sped by her and ran up to their rooms to get their brooms.

 

Ginny met Flora in the kitchen to make dinner. Since the
boys were having a fun night, she decided to make their favorite dinner.

 

About an hour later, Ginny walked out the back door and
whistled to get Draco’s attention. He quickly flew down and hovered in front of
her. “Hullo gorgeous, you whistling at me?” He asked with a lewd expression on
his face.

 

“Yes…but you can get that look off your face because I am
only offering dinner.” Ginny shot right back at him.

 

“Why is that a challenge I hear in your voice, Mrs. Malfoy?”


 

“It is now.”

 

Draco smirked and motioned for the boys to head in. Draco
grounded his broom and got off. As he walked by Ginny, he popped her on the
butt. “You’re on…” Then, he took off running to dodge Ginny’s playful smack.
The boys landed by Ginny and giggled at their parents.

 

The boys all went in and washed up for dinner.

 

Meanwhile, Ginny went upstairs to make sure Kaitlyn was
still napping. She was already sitting at the table when they got there. The
twins took one look at their plates and began singing, “You’re the best, Mom!”
Ginny smiled at their antics. They sat down and waited for Draco to join them.

 

He arrived a few minutes later freshly showered and sat in
his usual spot. He took a look at his plate and gasped in shock. “Ginny, what
the hell is this?”

 

The boys giggled and pointed at their father.

 

“Draco, must you curse in front of the boys?”

 

“I do if I look at my plate of food and find purple
spaghetti in a blue sauce.”

 

“Draco, honestly, it is charmed to look that way. The boys
like for me to make their food more interesting.”

 

“Well you can un-interest mine.”

 

“Come on, Dad, you’ll like it. We promise.” Ben said with a
whine and sounding exactly like his dad.

 

Ginny arched her eyebrow in a silent question.

 

“Fine, I’ll try it.” Draco picked up his fork and ran it
through the spaghetti a few times; curling his nose in disgust the entire time.
He eventually brought a small amount to his lips and gingerly tasted it.

 

Ginny rolled her eyes at his antics and looked at the boys.
They looked at her and she grinned. Then, she proceeded to take a large bite
and slurp the strands of spaghetti in her mouth very loudly. The boys laughed
at her while Draco returned the eye roll.

 

Needless to say, there were soon three slurping eaters at
the Malfoy table. They eventually got Draco to join in and soon all were
wearing large amounts of blue sauce on their face.

 

Once dessert had been served, Ginny sent for the nanny house
elf and sent the boys to prepare for bed.

 

Draco came up behind her and began licking the blue sauce
off of her neck and put his lips next to her ear. He whispered, “Want me to
roll the dice?”

 

Ginny giggled from the vibrations of his voice causing a
tickling shudder to pass through her. “If you insist…”

 

“I am afraid I must. Let’s go upstairs before the bloody
game throws us across the room again, or Kaitlyn wakes up needing to be fed.”
He quickly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to their bedroom. Ginny was
giggling like a school girl all the way.

 

Once in the room, Draco deftly acquired the dice, gave them
several shakes and tossed them on the table. The dice landed on three dots plus
four dots for a total of seven dots.

 

The sausage, once again, magically moved on the board and
stopped.

 

The swirling mist appeared followed by the elderly man in the
white robes. He said, “You have landed on the Square of Sportsmanship. You are
to acquire your broom and complete one of the three listed tasks.”

 

The fellow disappeared in a cloudy poof. Lying on the floor,
where the man had appeared, was a slip of parchment. It read:

 

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To pick a task, say the number aloud. Any equipment (besides
the broomstick) you may need for the task will appear.
You cannot move forward until the task is completed. All tasks must be
performed while flying on aforementioned broomstick.

 

1. Nibble the fuzzy hair off her peaches

 

2. Spank his salami

 

3. Eat her spicy taco

 

 
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“Not fair, you get two while I only get one” Draco whined.

 

“Oh please…it’s your turn, so just pick it already.” At
that, Ginny went to the window, opened it and gestured for Draco to follow.

 

Draco went into his closet and got his broomstick. He walked
to Ginny clutching his broomstick and the note. He hopped onto the broom and
pulled Ginny over to sit in front of him. He securely held her around the waist
and took off out the window.

 

It was a warm, clear night. The moon was full and it gave a
yellow hue on all below. Ginny closed her eyes and let the wind hit her face in
a calming fashion. Draco had nuzzled up against her neck and was making her
feel safe and secure.

 

“Which number are you picking, Draco?”

 

“Hmmm?”

 

“Draco, we are playing a game remember?” Ginny giggled.

 

“I know I just like holding you.” Draco retorted while
kissing her on top of her head.

 

“So…which one are you picking?”

 

“I think I’ll pick number…umm.” Draco faltered.

 

“Nifler got your tongue, Malfoy?”

 

“You are so going to pay for that Red…”

 

“Oh yeah?”

 

“Yeah,” With that said Draco turned the broom into a steep
dive.

 

“Draco…!” Ginny screamed frantically.

 

“Teach you to smart off at me.” Draco said after pulling the
broom out of the steep drive.

 

Ginny turned around at the waist and smacked him on the back
of the head. “Spoiled Brat…now, get on with it. Pick a number.”

 

“Fine, I pick number 2.”

 

“I knew you…” Ginny never finished her statement. For at
that moment, the hand that had been holding her around the waist was now
holding a large stick of salami.

 

“What the hell?” Draco inquired.

 

Ginny busted out laughing and began smacking the salami.

 

“Ginny, what the hell are you doing?”

 

“Spanking your salami…” She gasped out between cackles.

 

“You have got to be kidding me.”

 

But, after several good smacks from Ginny, the salami
magically disappeared.

 

“No way.”

 

“y toy to disappoint you sweetie, but I HAVE spanked your
salami. Now, I find myself extraordinarily tired. I’d like to go to bed
now…please.”

 

Draco sighed dramatically and turned the broom towards their
bedroom window. He brought the broom beside the window and helped Ginny through
the window. Then, he turned the broom around and flew in a great circle to fly
through the window.

 

Meanwhile, Ginny was preparing for Draco’s return. She knew
he had been expecting something different than “the salami spanking” and she
was about to make his night.

 

Draco flew through the window and landed just inside the
room. Ginny was in the bathroom; so, he went and put the broom in his closet.
When he returned, Ginny was standing by the bed in a Slytherin green, satin
nightgown. It was held up by spaghetti straps. It fit tightly across her bosom,
flared at the waist and ended just above the knees.

 

“Ginny?” Draco queried.

 

“Come here, sexy; I feel the need for some sausage.”