A Box of Monkey Love

Draco woke the next morning to the smell of bacon. He took a
quick glance around the room and realized that Ginny must be downstairs with
the kids. He looked at the wizard clock above the bed and jumped to attention.
He was later for work than he meant to be…especially after ditching yesterday!

 

He ran to the shower and went through the cleaning processes
with charms rather than actions. Within minutes, he was dressed in his charcoal
grey robes and headed down to breakfast.

 

He found Ginny talking to Flora about the day’s activities.
The boys were nowhere to be found. Kaitlyn was sitting in her highchair looking
like a proper Malfoy with a baby smirk on her face. When she saw Draco, she
laughingly sneered in his direction and began beating her highchair in
excitement. This caught the attention of Ginny and Flora. Flora hastily excused
herself and Ginny smiled at him.

 

“Sleep well, love?” She asked with deep warmth in her voice.

 

“Apparently a little too well, I might need to work a little
late tonight. Is this okay?”

 

“Sure. We were supposed to be meeting the family at the Burrow
tonight, but Mom just sent an owl saying that Percy and Penelope got sent to
France for some convention, Bill and Heidi were stuck in Egypt working on the
Pharaoh Seti’s restrictive sand curse, Ron and
Hermione wanted to spend some time at the library researching a new way to
spend their vacation time that is coming up next month, Charlie and Holly
wanted to stay in Romania because one of their dragon’s is about to give birth,
Fred and Hadley were going to visit Hadley’s parents on a whim, and George and
Greta were taking little Kimber to something called “Chucky Cheese.”

 

“Well gee, I feel left out. What can we do to excuse
ourselves from the dinner? Oh, I know. We’ll call Molly and Arthur and tell
them we cannot come because we need to finish our sex game.”

 

“Well dear, we know how important sex is to any good
marriage; so, you go right ahead and play away!” Molly Weasley said as she
dusted the soot off her clothes from traveling by floo.

 

Draco choked on his bacon at Molly’s comments and Ginny had
to perform the anti-choking charm on him. He muttered a quick thanks to Ginny
and got out of the room as fast as he could. But, not before Molly Weasley
began laughing at his extremely red face…

 

“Draco, you should really be able to discuss sex at this
point in your life.” Molly said, “You do have three children. That proves you
have an idea how things work.”

 

“Molly, stop embarrassing the boy.” Arthur chastised his
wife as he recovered from his trip through the floo network.

 

“But Arthur, it is jso eso easy to yank his chain.” Molly
said with a sly wink to the love of her life.

 

“Mom, please stop it. Besides, he has already left the room.
He was late for work.” Ginny scolded her mother, but with laughter in her
voice.

 

“He truly is so easy to tease. Oh well, I guess this means
that you two will be declining our invitation as well?”

 

“It would seem so”

 

“How about we take the kids then? I have not seen Bill and
Ben in a few days. Plus, Hermione and Ron are dropping off Kevin and Sam on
their way to the library. The boys could have a nice evening playing together
and spend the night with their way cool Grandparents. We’d bring them back by
lunch tomorrow. I know Ben and Bill both have Little League quidditch
tomorrow.”

 

“Oh all right. Just be sure they are back in time for us to
fly to the fields. They are playing in Manchester
tomorrow.”

 

“Hey…are you suggesting we have time issues, Virginia Louise
Weasley Malfoy? Because I’ll have you know, we NEVER missed the Hogwart’s
express.”

 

“Barely” Ginny whispered under herath.ath.

 

“What was that missy? I did not catch what you said.”

 

“Nothing, nothing…I’ll drop the boys and Katie by your house
this afternoon around 4pm. Is that
okay?”

 

“Yes, we’ll look forward to it. Bye dear.” Molly gave her
daughter a brief kiss on the cheek, walked to the fireplace and flooed back
home.

 

Arthur followed the same movements and soon Ginny was alone
with her thoughts.

 

It was not long before Kaitlyn woke up from her nap and
Ginny spent some quality time with her on the floor. They played magical
peek-a-boo where Ginny would randomly move her nose, mouth and eyes around her
face. She had Katie laughing gaily at her antics. They played for about an hour
then Ginny gave Katie a bottle of expressed milk and put her to bed.

 

“Merlin, the days just fly by anymore.” Ginny thought to
herself as she looked at the clock and realized it was already 2pm.

 

She went to find Flora to discuss the evening’s menu. It was
Friday night and they usually had hamburgers with the kids. However, since the
kids were going to their grandparents; they could have something more grown up.
So, she went to see if Flora would be okay with fixing Carbonara for dinner.

 

Flora, of course, eagerly agreed. She went off in an excited
frenzy, calling orders to the other elves as she walked into the kitchen.

 

Before Ginny realized it, the boys were arriving home from
school. She told them that they were going to spend the night with Grandma and
Grandpa Weasley. They got very excited and shot up the stairs to pack a few
things. Ginny headed up the stairs as well, and put a bag together for Kaitlyn.


 

She met the boys back at the fireplace and soon they were in
the well lived in kitchen of Molly Weasley.

 

As soon as Molly heard the arrival of her youngest (and
only) daughter, she ran to the living room to give them all a big hug. She took
the baby from Ginny’s arms, told the boys to take their bags to Percy’s old
room and shooed Ginny home.

 

“Go have a nice quiet evening with your husband. Shoo…” She
said with a wink and the wave a hand.

 

Ginny smiled and said, “I think I will.”

 

Ginny arrived back home and decided to dress for the
evening. She went upstairs and began searching through her closet for an awesome
outfit. After forty minutes of searching and trying on no less than five
outfits, she finally picked ack mck mini-dress. It was fitted in all the right
places (as Draco would say) and was off one shoulder and long sleeved on the
other. It was made of sleek rayon that was charmed to give a shimmering effect
when you moved. She took if off the hanger, grabbed a pair of silver th kni knickers and headed for the bath.

 

Once there, she filled the garden style tub with a musky
smelling bubble bath mixture and hot, steaming water, charmed the baby grand
piano to play a few Beethoven songs and took a long, relaxing bath. She got out
and went to her private vanity. She put on her knickers and the dress.

 

Then, she pulled her shoulder length hair up into a French
twist and pulled a few tendrils out on the side to frame her face. She applied
a light dusting of warm, rose blush to her cheeks, a bit of hunter green eye
shadow to the lids of her eyes and a slightly coffee colored lip glaze to her
full lips. She smacked her lips together a few times, took a long look in the
mirror and decided she was ready to complete her ensemble.

 

She brought out her black stiletto heels. They were made of
basilisk leather and were part of this season’s line from Morgana, the working
witch’s designer.

 

“Ha Ha!”
Ginny thought with a sarcastic chuckle, “I know I could do eight hours
of teaching at Hogwart’s in these practical shoes.”

 

With that thought and the resulting smile on her face, she
headed down the immense staircase to wait on Draco. To her surprise, he was
just coming in the front door. He looked up when he heard shoeshoes clicking on
the marble.

 

She smiled sensuously at him and his mouth dropped open. She
continued walking towards him; and once she was within touching distance, she
saw a nervous glint to his eye.

 

“Draco, is something wrong?” Ginny asked with concern in her
voice.

 

“Umm- what did I forget? I thought we were having a quiet
evening home with the kids?”

 

Ginny laughed and she saw the nervousness disappear from his
eyes. He gave her a hesitant smile and asked, “What?”

 

“You are just so cute when you thyou you have screwed up. I
love that about you.” As she finished speaking, she leaned forward and placed a
sweet, chaste kiss on his nose.

 

When she went to pull back, he pulled her in close for a
much more passionate kiss; but once again, the game had other ideas and pushed
them apart.

 

Ginny smiled and said, “You did not forget anything. Mom and
Dad decided they would like to have the kids for the night and I agreed. I
didn’t think you would mind. I can go get them if you have an is-…”

 

Ginny never finished her statement. Draco caught her up in a
bear hug, swung her around and said, “Don’t you even think about it, Mrs.
Malfoy.”

 

“All right, Mr. Malfoy. How about we have a nice, romantic
dinner and find another way to entertain ourselves?”

 

“I like the way you think, Mrs. Malfoy.” He said with a
sinful grin.

 

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the dining room.
Their scrumptious dinner was waiting for them. Draco heartily dug into the
Carbonara and ate rather voraciously. Ginny watched him in amusement. She found
herself twirling the pasta around the fork more than eating. She was too
excited about continuing the game. She knew it was her turn… and she knew it
would be fun and sensual.

 

Before she knew it, Draco had called for the house elves to
clean up, had picked her up, and was carrying her up the stairs and to their
bedroom. Once there, he dropped her on the bed and tossed the dice at her.

 

She grinned cheekily at him, shook the dice and rolled them.
She got three dots plus six dots for a total of nine dots. The taco became
active and moved the nine spaces.

 

The misty, old man appeared and informed Ginny that she had
landed on the space of “Too much Fire Whiskey.”  

 

He turned to Draco and said, “Leave this room, wait outside
for two minutes and when you return drink the vial that will be on the table.”

 

“O-o-kay…” Draco said with just a
touch of fear in his voice. He gave Ginny a quick glance, walket oft of the
room and shut the door behind him.

 

Ginny looked at the game narrator with a question on her
lips, but before she could get anything out; he conjured a vial filled with
cobalt, blue liquid.

 

He smiled and told her that the liquid was part Fire whiskey
and part fantasy potion.”

 

“Fantasy potion?” Ginny asked.

 

“Yes, your lover will drink thision,ion, you will think of a
fantasy you would like to see him act out and he will be inclined to do it.”

 

Ginny had a real Malfoy smirk on her face and nodded in
understanding.

 

The misty man acknowledged her nod, placed the vial on the
table and disappeared.

 

Draco returned a few seconds later and saw the vial of
liquid on the table. He walked up to it, placed the vial to his lips, closed
his eyes and quickly drained the vial. He looked up at Ginny in surprise and
said, “That didn’t taste too bad, a bit strong, but not bad.”

 

As he said this, Ginny took the time to contemplate her fantasy.
A smile came to her face as she decided on the one she wanted.

 

She conjured a chair from the corner of their bedroom and
sat down. Once sitting, she looked at Draco and noticed that the changes were
already occurring.

 

Draco was now wearing a Gryffindor Red thong, which nicely
showed off his washboard abs and multitude of other well defined muscles.
 Draco was gaping at his new garb, but Ginny was not done with him. Out of
nowhere, a stainless steel pole appeared. It was connected to the ceiling and
the floor. As Draco was coming to terms with the stripper pole in the middle of
his upper class bedroom, a thumping beat began in the background. He had just
enough time to think to himself that he recognized that beat, when he found
himself gyrating his hips to the beat, a thrust to the
right and a thrust to the left. His hands, of their own volition, began rubbing
themselves up and down his sexy chest. His hands repeated this motion a few
times and then continued upwards to caress his neck and run through his silky,
blonde hair. As his hands running through his hair, he began singing in a cute,
but manly voice, “I made it through the wilderness, somehow
I made it through-ough-ough”  

 

Ginny crooked her index finger in a come hither fashion and
beckoned him over. He shimmied his way over to her and began giving her a lap
dance. He rubbed his buttocks up next to her back and sides. He moved to her
front and thrust his pelvis towards her in a very, suggestive fashion. All the
while, he was singing Madonna’s “Like a Virgin.”

 

She flicked her hand in a “go away” manner and he found
himself shimming over to the pole. He grabbed the pole, swung himself around a
few times and began humping it like a dog in heat. He pulled himself up close
to the pole and leaned back as far as possible while still holding on with both
arms. He kicked up his feet and made some impressive turns on the pole. (Yes,
he is STILL singing “Like a Virgin.”). As his turns became less energetic, he
wrapped his legs around the pole and held himself erect…while dropping his
upper body back and maintaining his position with those very impressive and
sexy ab muscles.

 

He continued pole dancing until he finished the song. He
then moved away from the pole, walked to the bed, removed that incredibly, sexy
thong, and hopped on the bed. He placed himself on the bed. He was lying on his
side and facing Ginny. He propped his head up on one arm and asked her, “What
can I do for you now mistress?”

 

She gave a grin and he motioned for her to come closer. She
sauntered up to him and pushed him on his back. She placed her legs around his
torso and began sensuously rubbing him with hands, legs and body all over. He
moaned in delight and Ginny felt the ever hardening evidence of his arousal
poking her in the leg. She quickly and deftly rearranged her clothes and
impaled herself on his personal wand. She then squeezed her legs tightly around
his waist and flipped them over so that he was on top.

 

“Now, Rock
my world, Lover boy...” she growled.

 

 

 

A/N: I do not own in any way…Chucky Cheese, Madonna or the
song “Like a Virgin.” In fact, I don’t really own much of anything. I have some
pencils and paper. I can share, but I need them back if you want me to finish
these fanfics at some point…okay?