What Is Love?

Thuban To The Rescue

Ginny sat in a parlor with Hermione, Parvati Patil Corner, and Luna Lovegood. Molly had invited them over in hopes of cheering Ginny up, and just maybe they could talk some sense into her too. The women had been talking about their school years for an hour before talk turned to Ginny’s marriage.

“I don’t understand Ginny, marriage is built on love. No one can be happy in a loveless marriage,” Luna advised her.

“We have much more than love, Luna. He has been a friend to me these past years. He works to make me happy,” Ginny replied.

“Ginny, you only think you need him. Many people become attached to their captors. You need time,” Hermione stated softly.

Ginny shook her head. “Hermione listen to me. I was never his captive. I was free to
come and go. I need him because he is a good husband and excellent father for our boys.”

Lavender Brown Goyle walked into the room. She greeted Ginny. “It’s so nice to see you, Ginny. Draco had Gary over to the Manor yesterday. Cam’s doing fine, he misses you and his brothers, but he is enjoying being his daddy’s best mate. Draco takes the boy everywhere he goes.”

Ginny smiled at Lavender. “That’s wonderful to hear. I knew Draco would keep Cammy close to him.” Ginny sighed; she missed her second son but was happy Draco had someone to cuddle during this difficult time. She spent a number of hours herself cuddling one of their boys enjoying the peace and comfort their love brought her.

Thuban and Greggie Goyle, a dark haired 6 year old with Lavender’s thin build, stuck their heads in the doorway of the parlor.

“Mummy,” Thuban said sweetly. “May Greggie and I play in the bedroom upstairs? Serpens and Gary keep knocking down our castle.” Ginny nodded and the boys ran off.

“I’m glad you came over and brought the boys, Lav. Thuban’s missed playing with Greggie.”

“I was happy to, Ginny. Greggie’s been bothering me about Thuban, also.”

“How’s everything going with you?” Ginny questioned. She knew that Lavender had filed to annul her marriage with Greg Goyle. It was no surprise to anyone.

Lavender smiled at Ginny. “I’m doing all right. Living with my parents is a pain but it’s only for a short time I hope. Greg’s mother is talking him into giving me their Cambridge townhouse.”

“I’m sure it’s intricate, Lav, but it’s better than remaining married to Goyle,” Hermione interposed in a compassionate tone.

“Merlin, Yes!”

Hermione gaped at Ginny. “See, Ginny. Lavender’s happy without Goyle. It could be the same for you if you leave Malfoy.”

Lavender spun and gawked at Hermione. “Draco and Ginny’s relationship can’t be compared to mine and Greg’s. Greg treated me like crap. I was nothing to him but a trinket to hold on his arm, a place to grow babies, and a person to raise his sons.”

“That sounds just like Ginny and Draco’s marriage too,” Hermione quickly replied.

“That’s not what I saw. Draco treated her wonderfully. He made sure she was the bell of every ball.”

Parvati looked at her old friend. “We only saw what happened in public.”

Lavender sighed, “Yes, that’s all we saw but you forget two things, Parvati. First, Ginny and I had many private talks in the last year.” Lavender giggled, “Plus Thuban saw some of what happened in private, and he is Greggie’s best friend. According to Thuban, Draco’s attentiveness to Ginny at the Saturday balls continued at the Manor.” Lavender noticed that Ginny was blushing and she teased her. “You always left the dances around 11:00 pm, Ginny. Why did you and Draco need a lie-in on Sunday mornings?”

“We do enjoy our Saturday nights,” Ginny giggled.

------******Flash Back******------

Before walking into the ballroom Draco placed his left arm around his wife. He whispered in her ear, “Your beauty brightens the night, my love. Every man wishes he were I, for I have you.” He kissed her on the cheek as they entered the Flint’s ballroom fashionably late. They greeted their hosts quickly before heading for their seats.

Ginny was not pleased to find they were dining at the head table along with Lucius and Narcissa. Now, she would be held to Lucius’ standards for proper dining. Draco gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re the prefect society wife, Ginny. Don’t let anyone treat you otherwise,” he whispered. He pulled out her chair and helped her sit. While doing so he quickly gave her backside a squeeze. She eyed him evilly. He merely winked and smirked.

An older, very short wizard with dark hair sat down at the table and stared at Ginny. Her mind raced, for Merlin’s sake, am I so large that he can’t believe it. Ginny rubbed her pregnant belly. The wizard tried to look away but his eyes kept returning until Mr. Flint spoke.

“I believe all of us gentlemen know each other.” The wizards nodded. “I believe the Richardsons are the only couple needing introductions. Stan Richardson is the new Vice President of Business Loans at Gringotts. They moved from Spain two months ago. His wife, Marta, is a member of a number of charity groups. I’ll start on my left with my wife Sara, next to her is Narcissa Malfoy, her husband Lucius, their son Draco and Draco’s lovely wife, Ginevra, who is expecting their first child.” Stan Richardson nodded at each one who was introduced. But when Ginny was introduced, he gave her a puzzled expression and addressed her.

“You look very familiar to me, Mrs. Malfoy. Have we met before?”

“Please, feel free to call me Ginevra.” Ginny would have loved to say, "Call me Ginny," but she didn’t need a lecture from all three of the other Malfoys at the table about being too informal. “I don’t believe so. I has only briefly in Spain for my honeymoon and I haven’t been to Gringotts in weeks.”

“She looks like that handsome young director in your department,” Marta stated after looking Ginny up and down. “What was his name again?” she paused. “Oh, yes Weasley. Bill Weasley.”

“That’s it, dear.” Stan smiled at his wife. Ginny saw Lucius sneer quickly at the sound of her maiden name.

Ginny smiled widely and answered proudly, “Bill is my oldest brother.”

“He’s one of my best officers, very intelligent young man,” Stan declared.

Draco smirked at his father. Although Lucius was doing an excellent job of hiding his displeasure over the current conversation, Draco could see it.

“Bill’s always excelled at work,” Ginny added while she eyed Draco who nodded.

“Sara, I heard your grandson is talking?” Narcissa entered, changing the subject to eliminate her husband’s discomfort.

“Oh yes,” Sara started. Narcissa had been successful. The table conversation changed to talk about grandchildren.

Draco leaned over and whispered into Ginny’s ear. “Enjoyed my father’s discomfort?” She nodded. “You look beautiful when you’re gloating.” He kissed her cheek and she giggled. “Your giggles warm my heart, Love.”

As the waiter approached the table, Draco advised, “Have the champagne with the second course, Gin.” Ginny’s midwitch had informed her one alcoholic drink a week would be fine, so Draco had discussed the meal with the chef and found the best course to pair with wine. When the waiter placed Ginny’s first course, Mandarin Oranges with Salmon Mousse Quenelles, she informed him to serve her wine with the second course only.

Draco started his standard dinner routine. His left hand went to her right thigh, softly caressing it. Before taking his first bite, he whispered to her,

“Sweet Spring is here, my dearest love;
The flowers are in bloom;
Their fragrance travels through the air
And floats into my room.”

As everyone at the table talked about new laws the Ministry was thinking of imposing on businesses, Ginny was busy running the first verse of her husband’s poem in her head. It’s a new one, she realized. His soft touch was also distracting her. When the second course, Smoked Trout Pate served with Champagne Granita, was set in front of her, Draco gave her leg a little squeeze queuing her to lean towards him. He whispered,

“Grim Winter's grip upon our love.
Has given way, at last,
And now, we are able to share again
What we had in the past.”

He brought her into the group's conversation by discussing the second course. Opinions on food were always a safe topic. Ginny had learned a great deal about food and wine combinations in the last months. The third course, Shrimp Bisque Flambe, was served and Draco whispered,

”Pleasant memories flood my mind;
My heart begins to race,
At the thought of kissing you again
While in your warm embrace.”

He kissed her cheek, the sign that the poem was completed. Lucius gave his son a stern look. In Lucius’ opinion kissing one’s wife during dinner was inappropriate. Draco smirked at his father. While the older women talked openly about the coming charity event, Draco took the opportunity to flirt with his wife. “You're enchanting this evening, I can’t wait to hold you in my arms,” he softly said while running his fingers down the side of her face and looking with love and longing into her eyes. Ginny relaxed into his touch until she heard a sigh to her left. Realizing Mrs. Richardson had heard and seen their intimate moment jolted Ginny out of the blissful state that Draco had created for them.

When the fourth course, Mesclun Salad served with Lemon Vinaigrette and Fresh
Asparagus, was placed on the table, Draco whispered to her again,

“I think you are sensational,
Spectacular and more;
Your luscious lips and charming smile
Are things, I can't ignore.”

With fifth course, Pink Grapefruit Sorbet to cleanse the palate, Draco whispered,

“The sound of your alluring voice ...
The way you call my name;
You can't begin to understand
How you set my heart aflame.”

The main course, Trout filled with Salmon Mousse in Puff Pastry, Gaufrette Basket filled with Carrot Ball and Potato Cutout topped with a Zucchini Flower, was placed before her. Ginny knew she should be listening and watching Narcissa and the other ladies. The topic of conversation changed a number of times during dinner. It would never cease to amaze Ginny how upper class people knew to change the subject before disagreements started. Narcissa was a master at this. Lucius’ strong opinions must have helped her hone this skill, Ginny thought. Focus, she tried to tell herself but Draco had her attention now. He was softly massaging her thigh with his left hand. She couldn’t help but wonder if others at the table noticed his missing hand. Well, there wasn’t anything she could do about it if they had and she didn’t want to. His touch relaxed her and he whispered,

“And whenever you are in my arms;
Your body soft, sublime ...
Gives me a taste of Heaven
And stills the march of time.”

With the seventh course, Ice Cream wrapped in a Tuille, Draco finished the poem,

“You are an inspiration;
You're entrancing and divine;
So fortunate am I, my love
To know that you are mine.”

Lucius stared in disbelief at his son rushed to the dance floor as soon as it was opened. Sara Flint turned to Mrs. Richardson and giggled. “You’ll have to excuse them.”

“Young love. Still newlyweds?” Mrs. Richardson asked looking dreamily at the young couple now dancing.

“That and Draco has been in France for a week.” Sara added. “Have they chosen a name, Narcissa?”

“She is carrying a boy,” Lucius stated proudly. His mood changed instantly. He was very happy his first grandson would be entering the world in a short time.

“They are naming him, Thuban, in accordance with Black family tradition,” Narcissa said with elation in her voice. The group talked happily about what appeared to be two people very much in love dancing in front of them.

Ginny grunted as she reached her arm up to Draco’s shoulder. “Is there a problem, Gin?”

“Yes, a pain in the arse prat wouldn’t let me wear heels tonight. I’m sure we’re quite a sight with a twenty centimeter height difference. I can’t even rest my head on your shoulder,” she complained.

“Pregnant witches shouldn’t wear heels,” he admonished her before playfully kissing her lip then biting it. “You can rest you head on my shoulder all you want once we get home. Besides, last time you wore heels you complained about your feet aching and I only got one dance.”

“Well, the extra weight of your son caused that,” she answered.

Draco chuckled at her. “He is starting to cause problems.” He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “I was hoping to get at least two dances in with my beautiful wife tonight.” In a sweeping yet graceful motion, he glided across the dance floor with her out of sight of his parents. The tightening of his grip informed her the time for conversion had ended and his seduction had begun.

She had often wondered how many young witches he had talked into his bed by merely dancing with them. His eyes appeared to be continuously focused on her. Peering into her soul, letting her know she was the most beautiful and graceful woman ever to be in his arms. As always, she melted into him as they moved as one, dance after dance.

Their last dance was a waltz. It was meant to be danced close but Ginny’s pregnancy prohibited that. The height difference caused her belly to brush against his private area. She could feel his desire growing. She smirked at him after each brush. “You’re lucky dress robes hide that little problem of yours, Mr. Malfoy,” Ginny quipped.

Draco raised his eyebrows questioningly at her. “Little! Mrs. Malfoy? I guarantee you there is nothing little about it.”

“I’ll take your word, shall I?” she asked cheekily.

His eyes, which had been filled with admiration for the woman in his arm, became the color of pure lust. The music changed to a quickstep and Draco led Ginny from the dance floor to the ballroom exit.

“Draco, we have to do some socializing before we leave,” she protested half-heartedly.

“I’m merely tired from my business trip. Everyone will understand,” he winked before taking her into his arms and Disapparating.

They Apparated into their bedchamber, his lips crashed down onto hers the moment she appeared. They were both breathless when he broke the kiss. After he recovered, he cradled her face into his hands and looked deeply into her eyes and said,

“Some people need a peck or two;
For others a simple smooch will do;
Too many, a graze will stimulate;
A few may want to osculate.

And then, there are those who need a smack;
For flowery words they have a knack.
But all I want from you is bliss,
Which you can give me with a plain, old kiss!”

He leant down and kissed her gently. Ginny ran her tongue around his lips and he opened his mouth to her. They deepened the kiss as Draco gently guided Ginny to her dressing room. He put his hands around to the back of her neck and removed her necklace, then kissed her neck where it had been. The smooth, unblemished skin was too tempting for him and he couldn’t help but linger long enough to leave a small purple spot on the side of her neck. Draco removed her earring before licking and sucking on the lobe. The simple feel of his breath on her neck sent shivers through her. He removed the other earring and gave her other lobe the same treatment. She felt herself dampen and quaked at the thought of her husband’s next move.

Draco removed the combs that held up her hair. He ran his fingers through her long locks and sighed against her neck. “Beautiful” he whispered. “Merlin, I love the feel of your tresses on my face.” He moved his lips back to hers and, while kissing her passionately, he removed her gown. Draco broke the kiss only to lift her slip over her head. He kissed her from the waist up as he did this. Once the slip was gone, he kissed his way down her again removing her stockings and shoes.

Ginny prodded him to rise to his feet and placed a series of kisses on his face and mouth. She then guided him into his dressing room. She removed his dress robe quickly. She forced herself to slow her pace when she took off his tie and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his dress shirt exposing his v-neck undershirt. The sight of his pale white skin connecting his shoulder and neck attracted her full attention. She started lightly biting and sucking at it as she unbuttoned the remaining front buttons on his shirts. Ginny ran her hands up the front of his undershirt and kissed down his arm. She kissed each hand before removing the cufflinks.

Ginny couldn’t help but smile as she placed his cufflinks in their box. They always matched her jewelry. She helped him out of his shirt and undershirt and kissed him down to his belt. He hissed when she rubbed her hand against his still clothed member. She unbuckled his belt, undid his button and zipper and started to kneel but he stopped her.

“Let them fall, Love,” he whispered before kissing her.

Draco freed himself of his shoes, pants and socks as they kissed. Her hands swept in front of his tented boxer, lightly touching his tip through the cloth.

He took her hand in his and started moving it to the inside of his boxers. She pulled back a little and he pleaded. “Please, Ginny. Touch me.”

They had been married for nine months, she was eight months pregnant with his child, they had intercourse daily, but she had not touched his unclothed manhood yet. She had refused too. She looked into the eyes of her husband as he whimpered again. “Please, Ginny.”

What was she afraid of? That thing had been inside of her. And it felt damn good there. It couldn’t hurt her hand. She let him guide her hand to his member.

He moaned when she touched the soft skin. “Thank you, Ginny. Merlin, that feels good.” She softly touched and explored her husband’s penis with her hand, as he gasped and growled out his pleasure. She loved this newfound control her simple touch caused but she was surprised by his reaction when she closed her hand around him and started to pump.

Draco seized her hand. “Merlin, witch, stop. I nearly came.”

“Really,” Ginny giggled. “What if I want to make you cum this way?”

He chuckled at her. “I’m counting on that. But not until after the baby comes.”

“Oh, I understand now. Thinking ahead! Or should I say thinking with your head,” she quipped as she ran her hand along the head of his penis.

Draco lifted her up and headed for their bed. “Enough of your teasing, Love. It’s time.”

He placed her softly on the bed and removed her bra. His impatience coupled with the fact that her pregnancy made her breasts overly sensitive, caused him not to linger in his attentions to them. But he couldn’t help caressing and suckling them briefly. Draco kissed down her body and removed her wet knickers. As he kissed his way up her legs she whimpered. “I want you inside me, now.” She slapped his hand away when he went to insert a finger. “No, your dick, you prat. I’m about to explode,” she hissed. “Draco!” she yelled, as he appeared to be moving away from her.

“Love, give me a minute. I've come up with a different, and hopefully better, position.”

He placed himself on his side at an angle to her. He lifted her left leg over his hip and placed her right leg in-between his. She could feel his member at her opening and he slowly scooted himself closed to her until he was completely inside. They both moaned when their pelvises met. His movements were slow but delightful and they didn’t cause her pregnant belly to move. Sounds of pleasure escaped both of them as Draco maintained the slow tantalizing pace. It had been three month since they had coupled in a slow mating. The other position they had tried caused Ginny to tire quickly.
Now the feeling of his balls rubbing against her leg was erotic. She could tell by their tightening that he was very close to release, but she wanted this to last longer. She collected herself.

“What did Lucius say about your tardiness to the board meeting?” Ginny asked through her gasps of pleasure.

“What?” Draco snapped and stopped moving.

“What did your father have to say about your tardiness to the board meeting?” she repeated.

“Are you mental?”

She rubbed her leg against his sack. It was loose again, but she also felt his member softening. So, she clinched her inner muscles around him.

“No, you were too close. I’m enjoying myself and wanted it to last longer.”

“Selfish witch,” Draco muttered before starting to move again.

“I’m learning from the best,” she quipped back.

After some time, Draco’s slow exquisite thrusts elicited an overwhelming orgasm from Ginny’s body. She felt herself quake and Draco’s release flow into her. Bliss overtook her. She felt completely loved and had to remind herself that this wasn’t love. This was sex. Shut it, she told to herself. That was extremely enjoyable and I want him to cuddle me now.

“Draco, Love, cuddle me.” Ginny whimpered.

Quickly, Draco was behind her pulling her to him, holding her tight.

“You’re an incredible lover. Thank you,” she whispered.

“My pleasure. Anytime. Anything else I can do for you?” he retorted.

She giggled at him. “Well, now that you ask, I do have this craving.”

Draco growled in displeasure. He was warm and happy lying next to her. Why couldn’t he keep his cheek to himself? Ginny had started to crave Muggle foods the last month. He really didn’t feel like running around Muggle England looking for open shops. And he could send a house-elf into the Muggle world.

“Well, you asked?”

“That I did, my love. What do you crave?”

“Chocoballs and a Coke.”

He rolled over and collected his wand. He was a lucky wizard indeed. He had purchased Chocoballs for her in Paris. And the last time she sent him out for a Muggle Coke at 3 a.m., he had purchased ten cases of the product.

------******End Flashback******------

“You can’t enjoy shagging Malfoy, Gin,” Hermione said with disdain in her voice.

“I more than enjoy it. I look forward to it. Draco is very talented in that area.” She looked at Hermione’s face and then Lavender’s. “Draco doesn’t believe in quickies. He takes his time and makes sure we both thoroughly enjoy ourselves.” Well, that’s almost the truth, Ginny thought.

------******FlashBack******------

Ginny walked into her dressing room wearing only her bathrobe. She removed the knickers and bra she had bought a couple of days ago from the drawer. She scowled as she placed the items on; she turned from side to side looking in the mirror. “Don’t say a word,” she told the mirror. “He’s not going to like this. He’ll go to the ball without me.” Ginny huffed as she put on her slip and new dress. She went to the mirror for another look. “He’s only been gone a week and look what happened to me!”

“It’s not that bad, deary. What did you think was going to happen to you?” the mirror asked.

Ginny rubbed her large pregnant abdomen. “I’m colossal. I’m twice the size I was a week ago.” She sat down on the bed and started to cry. Draco left for a business trip in France Monday morning, she was barely showing then. If she wore the right robes she didn’t look pregnant at all. Even at that small size sex was becoming difficult, and her pregnancy was causing her to be so wanton lately too. It was Saturday, Draco was due home this afternoon and there was a Ball at the Flints. She buried her face into her pillow.

Saturday night balls were all about living the fantasy for Ginny. He pretended to be her prince charming and she was his princess. They played the part of a loving couple at the ball and in return he made sweet gentle love to her all night long when they returned home. There were only three Balls each month, and she was going to miss this one, she knew it. No prince wanted to take a troll to a Ball, and that’s what she was now. Just returning from a business trip was a great reason to skip it too. She smiled a little thinking that he would have to take her to a least two or three more Balls in the coming months. He couldn’t back out of them all. That little bit of hope got her out of the bed and back into her dressing room.

After cleaning her face of tears, she tried on a number of new dresses that she and Narcissa had purchased that week. She looked for something that made her look smaller but nothing did. She was checking out a moss-green dress when she heard a noise and she spun around. Draco smiled at her, and then his eyes went to her huge belly. Ginny felt like he was staring at it for hours, but it was only seconds. He winked at her. “It’s great to see you, Love. Are you planning on wearing that to the ball tonight?” he inquired as he approached her. “I hope so,” he said kissing her cheek. “You look smashing!”

He knelt down in front of her and kissed her enormous belly. “I’m glad to see you finally decided to grow, son. I was getting a little worried.” He stood up and placed his arms around her pulling her close. When her belly stopped him, he leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. “You’re beautiful, Love,” he said before raising an eyebrow at her. “Why are you home? I thought you visited your family every Saturday.”

Ginny didn’t have an answer for him right away. I’ve been thinking about you and the ball all morning, almost came out of her mouth. But that wasn’t the reason, it couldn’t be, Ginny thought. She had spent most of her time the last five days at the Burrow, always returning just before his 7 pm Floo call. If he thought she only visited her family on Saturday, he was mistaken but she wouldn’t correct him. However, five days of Ron speaking ill of Draco, Molly asking her how she felt constantly, Arthur transforming a chair for her everywhere she walked, and the twins levitating her around under the pretense of keeping her off her feet was all anyone could take.

“I had my fill of them at the Twin’s birthday party last week,” Ginny stated. “Plus, I thought I’d decide what to wear tonight, then have a lie down.”

“I’d love to join you,” he said in a lust-filled tone. “But I have a meeting with Father and the board of directors in 20 minutes. Just stopped by to drop off my luggage.” He lightly kissed her mouth then her belly. “I’ll be home at 6, Love. So, please be done in the bathroom. I fancy you in that dress,” he stated before disappearing into his dressing room with his luggage.

Ginny unzipped and stepped out of the moss-green dress, letting it slip to the floor. Not thinking, she tried to bend over at the waist and pick up the dress; she huffed in disappointment. She straightened and started to bend at her knees. She had the dress in her hand and was deciding what to use to help herself back up when a pair of strong arms gently lifted her to a standing position. Draco pulled her back against his front, his mouth went to her collarbone. He started making a meal of her neck, and she melted into his touch. She wiggled her bottom against his pelvis causing him to groan and her to whimper, as his hardening confined member rolled against her. “Draco, your meeting,” she whispered.

“Bugger the meeting. Those old gits can wait,” he stated while he moved his mouth to her other shoulder and his hands started caressing her full breasts through her slip. She leaned back into him again. This time she placed her hands on his bottom as she brushed her bottom against his pelvis again. He moaned and grunted out, “If I’m late enough, maybe, Father will learn not to send me on business trips when my wife is unable to accompany me.” She squeezed his bottom when he started licking and kissing the nape of her neck.

When he bit at it lightly, she smacked his bottom and hissed, “Don’t you dare leave a mark! It’s too hot for a scarf.”

He chuckled, “Maybe, I want to mark you. Let everyone know you’re mine.”

Ginny removed one of his hands from her breast and placed it on her belly. “I believe this is a big enough mark.”

“Good point, Love,” he whispered. His hands went under her slip finding the top of her knickers and removing them in one fluid motion. He turned her sideways placing one hand behind her back and the other behind her knees. He lifted and carried her to their large four-poster. He placed her on her feet at the side of the bed. His mouth went back to her neck and his hands started to push her slip straps off of her shoulders. The slip slid off her breasts but stopped on her oversized stomach. He looked down at her slip, which still covered her most private part. She looked down too, her fear of his not wanting her renewed. He smirked at her as his hand took hold of the bottom of her slip. “I guess this has to come up and over now,” he quipped as he pulled the slip over and off of her body. He stared at her naked form, his eyes filled with lust, any questions about his desire for her answered.

He stepped to her side and helped her lie on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. He removed his robe, shirt and pants quickly. He placed his wand on the nightstand and picked up the skin elasticity potion. He put a large amount of the potion on his hands, rubbed them together to warm the it and then started to apply it to her lower abdomen just above her scarlet curls. She stared at his boxers. His erection caused them to tent; if it weren’t for that one button it would jet free out of the opening. He lay next to her on the bed with one hand still applying the potion to her lower abdomen but sometimes running it down into her scarlet curls in a teasing manner. She inhaled as his hand slipped over her sex, while she was focused on his hand; he took her over sensitive breast into his mouth letting his tongue play with the nipple. Ginny moaned and gasped as his fingers circled and pinched her clit. She ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled him closer to her. His free hand found her other breast. He caressed it, and started alternating his kisses from her breast to her mouth. Each time his mouth attacked hers their tongues battled, he kissed her until she was breathless then returned his mouth to her breast. He repeated this process a number of times never ceasing his fingers movements against her clitoris until her orgasm overtook her and their bedchamber was filled with her screams of absolute pleasure.

Draco moved off of the bed quickly grabbing his wand. He stood on the side of the bed, levitated it so Ginny was at the right height. He exposed her sex to him, freed himself from his boxers, placed her legs around him and entered her slowly. “Merlin, how I’ve missed you, Love!” he said as a gasp left him. Once he had filled her to the hilt, he stilled himself. His breathing was raspy; she could tell he was desperately trying to gain control over his body’s response to hers. A fiendish idea came to her and she clenched her inner muscles hard around him. He hissed in bliss and annoyance. “Ginny, please stop,” he gasped but it was too late she had clenched her inner muscles again and his orgasm shot through him.

Ginny panted with surprise when she felt his release. His member had started to soften. She tightened her muscles around him a few more times and he started to harden once more. His raspy breathing started again. She used her legs and feet to caress and squeeze his bottom. “Sorry about that lover. Didn’t know I could do that to you,” she said cheekily, her self-esteem renewed.

“Wicked wench,” he retorted. “Maybe you’ll do as you’re told from now on.”

“Now, what fun would that be?” she replied. Putting her hands on the bed, she was able to move her hips in a pumping action, and Draco’s member hardened farther. “You seem ready for another go.”

He pushed in and out of her slowly. “I should stop now and leave you wanton, that would teach you to behave in bed,” he added, smirking at her, devilishly stilling his hips again.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she giggled, rubbing her hips into his and clenching her inner muscles. “You like me this way.”

“Damn right, you cheeky bint,” he added playfully as he thrust deeply into her. He grabbed his wand and levitated them to a new position. He now lay on the bed with her sitting on top of his hips. She moved up and down on him only a couple of times while Draco’s hands caressed her breasts. The friction her motions created sent incredible sensations through her body, but the added weight of the baby had made movement hard. “Draco, I can’t,” she gasped. “Too heavy,” she pointed at her belly. He moved his hands to her hips and started thrusting into her. Her pregnant belly jumped up and down, she tried to steady it with her hands to no avail. “Stop, it hurts,” she whimpered. He stopped his actions instantly and kissed her hands.

“May, I try something else?” he moaned lustfully. She nodded for she too was wanton and longed for satisfaction. He prompted her on her hands and knees and entered from behind her. They both moaned as he slowly pumped in and out of her. He placed one arm on her belly to steady it. After a few moments, she was getting tired and becoming unable to hold herself up much longer. He moved his other hand to her clitoris and played with it gently. Her moans increased and she clenched around him again when her orgasm overtook her. He thrust two more times fast and hard inside of her. He shook screaming her name as his seed shot into her.

He helped her lie on her side, then laid down on his back behind her. When her breathing evened she rolled onto his chest. “Don’t leave me alone for so long again. I missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed you too, Ginny.” He kissed her forehead then her lips. “I hate to shag and run but—”

She pushed him out of the bed while she covered herself. “I almost forgot. Get out of here before your father comes looking for you. Merlin knows I don’t want to see him anytime soon.” She used wandless magic to summon his clothing. He placed a cleaning charm on himself before dressing.

He kissed her lips softly. “I’ll think up a better position for us tonight. We’ve got a lot of missed shagging to make up.” He kissed her passionately before leaving. She summoned Draco’s forgotten undershirt and pulled it on before closing her eyes. She was going to need her rest. She and Draco always made love until the early morning on Saturdays but she had a feeling that on this night they might be awake to see the sunrise.

------******End Flashback******------

Hermione exhaled, “You can’t build a marriage on sex.”

“Really good sex you can!” Lav declared with a sinful smile on her face. “But sadly for me, I got one of the quick and uncaring Slytherins. Merlin, I was happy he had a mistress! Wanted to throw a party the day I found out my second would be a boy. I knew Goyle wouldn’t touch me after that. Can’t wait to get this annulment behind me and have a good shag again.”

Parvati giggled and smiled at Lav. “Adrian Pucey has been bemoaning the fact he didn’t request your hand for years. I’m sure he’ll be flooing you after your annulment is final.”

“I hope so, damn prat talked me out of my virginity, shagged me until he graduated and dumped me. Best shag I ever had. We’ll have to go to his place. Can’t have Greggie or Gary walking in on us.” Lavender’s face lit up. “Blimey, maybe I should let Greg have the boys one or two days a week.”

Lavender had always been a randy tart in school but she avoided sex with Greg. She had once told Ginny that sex with Greg was like a job. There was no foreplay and Greg was done before she got started. It was fast and sloppy. Ginny could somewhat sympathize with her.

------******Flashback******------

Early in her marriage, when Draco came home from a night of drinking with his mates, he would climb in their bed, push her knickers to the side, and go at it for a few strokes before finishing.

The first time it had happened Ginny had been asleep and had waken up when he entered her. She was shocked and unable to speak. He finished quickly to her surprise and great relief. “Thanks, baby,” he stated as he rolled far away from her. She lay in the bed and cried, as he slept soundly reeking of meade and fire whiskey, and uncaring about the pain he had caused. She left the bed and showered trying to wipe off how dirty his action had made her feel. When she finished, she removed a blanket from the cupboard and went to her study for the remainder of the night.

In the morning she was awoken by feather light caresses on her arms. Her eyes widened seeing Draco in front of her and she jumped away.

“You Arsehole! You Bloody Fucking Arsehole!” she yelled.

“What did I do?” he questioned.

“LAST NIGHT!” she screamed.

“Yes,” he stated calmly. “I went drinking with my mates. Pushed the tart trying to talk me into shagging her senseless aside, came home and shagged my wife.”

“SHAGGED ME? SHAGGED ME!?!” Ginny spat. “USED ME IS WHAT YOU DID!”

Draco’s eyes widened in disbelief and for the first time Ginny noticed the smell of meade, fire whiskey, and old musty pubs no longer present on her husband. She calmed herself a little.

“Draco, you didn’t even wake me up. And when I woke up, you didn’t say anything. You merely finished yourself off and gave me your cold back. I’m not one of your whores.”

Draco knew what Ginny was on about. He was known for shagging a bint after a night of drinking and casting her aside before his marriage. He knelt in front of Ginny.

“I’m sorry, Love. Too much to drink I guess. Won’t happen again.”

But it did happen again, the next time he went drinking with his mates. That time he did wake her up first, but it was still a quick all-for-him fucking. It could have been anyone below him. Of course in the morning, he said he was sorry.

Well, she wouldn’t live that way even if it were only one night a month. She was ready for him the third time. She smelled him before he opened the door. He opened it quietly, closed it, and started removing his clothing. He had a beautiful body, she had to admit that. He worked out daily in his home gym. His skin was returning to its naturally pale tone, his summer tan disappearing. She saw the lines his muscles made on his chest, the ones that she ran her hands over while making love with him.

When he removed his boxers his erection sprung free. He was hard as steel, a half dozen fire whiskeys did that to him. She dampened at the sight of him. He did such wonderful things with that part of his anatomy when he wasn’t drunk. She had to remind herself of her previous “encounters” with him in a drunken state to steady herself. He placed one knee on the bed and shook her. She pulled her arms from under the covers and placed her wand at his neck.

“Go sit in the chair, Draco,” she said with determination in her eyes. As he made to the chair, she followed him.

“Put the wand down, Ginevra.”

“I’m not a whore and I will not be treated like one ever again,” she stated. She pointed her free hand at the potion on the table. “Drink it.” Draco stared at her, distrust in his eyes. “It’s only a sobering potion.” Draco downed it quickly. They stared at each other for about 5 minutes before Draco’s expression changed. He wrinkled up his nose as if he smelled something foul; his expression changed to one of disgust when he figured the smell was himself. When he looked at Ginny, he eyes no longer showed anger but sorrow.

“I need a shower, Love,” he simply stated. She placed her wand to her side and nodded. When he stood they both noticed his still very firm penis. “Shall I take care of that while I’m in there also?” he flatly asked.

“Will you treat me like a lady?” she replied in kind.

“No, I will treat you like the Princess you are,” he quipped in his most charming tone.

“Well, then we can take care of it together. Once you’ve removed that ghastly odor on you,” she retorted back. She swayed her hips as she turned and walked back to their bed.

Draco ran into the bathroom, showered, placed numerous cleaning and odor removing charms on himself, brushed his teeth, tongue and gurgled with a breath-sanitizing potion. He located the bottle of cologne he recently learned Ginny loved on him and placed a dash on before returning to the bedchamber in his bathrobe.

He sighed at the sight before him, he’d taken to long, Ginny lay asleep on their bed. He considered waking her but the fact she had pulled her wand on him earlier discouraged him. It appeared as if he was going to miss out tonight. And it was his entire fault. Why didn’t he just take the sobering potion before he entered their chambers? She asked so little of him, but he had to show her he was the boss and would do as he pleased. He put on a pair of pajama bottoms and crawled into bed.

He scooted over to her, and pulled her into a spooning position. He placed his left arm under her pillow and his right arm around her waist holding her close. A good cuddle would hold him until the morning, she never denied him when he asked nicely. He took a deep relaxing breath to calm him; he released it so close to Ginny it moved her hair onto her face.

Her hair brushing against her face and the movement of his body woke her. She spun around and kissed the tip of his nose. She took a couple sniffs of the air.

“Much better,” she said. He pulled her close, her nose rubbed against the spot on his neck where he recently placed the cologne. She inhaled the tantalizing fragrance. “Outstanding,” she whispered in a dreamy tone. He lightly pushed her face back from his neck and claimed her mouth with a feverish kiss, when he pulled away they were both breathless. They stared in each other eyes for a short time.

“I’ll have an elf place the potion in the sitting room from now on,” he whispered. She answered him with a gentle kiss on his lips. When she tried to pull away, he wouldn’t hear of it. He placed his left hand behind her head and held her in place. He placed a number of teasing kisses on her lips, and nipped at her bottom lip and tongue. She ran her fingers through his short fine blonde chest hairs and traced the lines on his chest created by his muscles.

His hand released her head when he deepened the kiss and their tongues began an enthralling dance with one another. It roamed freely from one of her breasts to the other teasing the nipples until they were hardened and erected. Somehow he removed her nightgown as his right hand caressed her bottom. In mere seconds she was lost in his intoxicating touch, and she wasn’t surprised to learn her knickers had been removed as well. His lips moved to neck, nipping and licking her in an arousing fashion. She released a sigh of pleasure, and then he captured her left breast in his mouth while the fingers of his right hand started exploring her clitoris. His movements were enchanting and wave after wave of bliss ran through her body.

“You’re beautiful princess,” he whispered looking into her eyes. Her sudden orgasm caught her off guard and its strength shocked her. She gasped and pulled him close to her. She needed him inside her now.

“Draco, I need you now. Right now,” she commanded, pulling on his roughly. His pajama bottoms were off instantly, his member at her entrance quickly and he slipped in. They both moaned loudly as he pushed into the hilt. She grabbed his bottom with her hands and pulled her legs into his thigh to get him closer still.

“Need to be close,” she panted.

“Give me a minute, I’ll get us closer,” he whispered kissing her forehead. He removed her hands for his behind and repositioned her legs. He then placed his arms under her upper body, an elbow at each side of her chest, her head rested in his hands. He repositioned himself so that his elbows were holding his upper body weight but some of his lower body weight rested on his pelvis pushing them closer together. This weight change caused a loud whimper from his partner. “Good or bad, Gin?”

“Good,” she emitted. He rolled his hips a few times and her whimpering continued. Neither of them could move their lower bodies much in this position but the pressure of his hips and hers caused a delightful sensation every time he slightly moved. It was as if each movement was magnetized 100 fold. His pelvis was intoxicatingly kneading her now oversensitive clitoris as his chest did the same to her breasts and the crown of his member massaged her inner sweet spot mercilessly. The closest of their bodies allowed him to also ravage her neck with his mouth of the same time. She could not contain the mating sounds that escaped her, nor did she try. She released herself and melted into their coupling.

She moved her hands to the dip in his back and pushed hard in another attempted to make them one. Each little vibration of they body sent phenomenon flutters of ecstasy through her.

“Yes, yes, oh God, oh God,” she panted and gasped.

“Beautiful, princess. You are exquisite,” he managed to groan out.

Her orgasm sent tremor after tremor though her body, the same tremors seemed to move into her husband as his release over took him as well. They both lay there shaking from their orgasms minutes later. When he tried to pull away, she grabbed him.

“No, stay close,” she almost pleaded. He rolled them onto his back, pulling her upper body into his chest.

“Whatever you want, Princess,” he whispered as he played lightly with her hair. “Whatever you want.”

She loved the closeness their shared in bed. She could make him be gentle, kind, and loving here. Now all she had to do was make him that way outside of the bedchamber.

------******End of Flashback******------

Ginny hated the idea of one-sided sex and wondered how Lavender dealt with it for seven years.

Luna whispered, “Teddy Nott wasn’t bad but Ernie Macmillan was surprisingly incredible.”

“Kevin wasn’t bad, Eddie wouldn’t take the time to learn, Terry only cared about his own release, but Michael is the best,” Parvati added.

“Of course you would feel that way about your husband, Parvati,” Luna laughed. “So Ginny, are you going to play it safe like Parvati and say Draco was the best?” Ginny nodded. “So, who was the second best?” Luna asked.

Ginny blushed as all eyes turned to her. “I’ve only been with Draco.”

The women gasped and looked at each other. “Well then Ginny, we need to go hex Seamus, Neville, and Dean,” Lavender affirmed.

“They didn’t?” Ginny queried. All of the women nodded. Ginny looked at Hermione. “Hermione, if you are dead set on getting Draco out of my life, let him know those three lied about sleeping with me.”

“Draco would use an unforgivable on them. I’m just not sure which one,” Parvati confirmed.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Only Azkaban is going to keep you away from Malfoy? I don’t understand you!”

“I have four children with him and he said he’d change to make our marriage work.”

“He’s good to you?” Hermione sighed and shook her head. “He was being good to you when he wouldn’t allow you to bring your boys to see your family?”

Lavender moved next to Ginny. “Ginny, I remember the night Draco decided to forbid you from taking the boys to your parents. He was at my house for hours talking to Greg, Blaise, and Vincent.” Lav looked at Hermione. “Ron is to blame too you know. It must have taken him hours to teach Thuban to say ‘ferret.’”

Molly gasped as she walked into the room. “Ginny, did Ron teach Thuban to call Draco a ferret when he was two?”

“Yes and he taught him other things too,” Ginny confirmed. “Somehow Ron made sure Thuban would say something to upset Draco every time we returned from the Burrow.”

Molly placed the tea and pastries on the table. “If you would have told me, I would have stopped it.”

“It was too late by the time I found out.” Ginny looked down at her tea. She was to blame too. She should have known Ron was up to something when he started wanting to play with her eldest son.

~~~~~*****~~~~~

Thuban and Greggie talked as they walked through the house and up to the third floor.

“Are you going to live here when your mummy and daddy get nulled?” Greggie asked.

“What’s nulled?” Thuban looked perplexed.

“When your mummy and daddy live in different houses forever. We live with Grandma and Grandpa Brown now, but Grandmother Goyle said we’ll be moving to a different house once my mummy and daddy are nulled.” Greggie skipped next to his friend.

“My mummy doesn’t want to null my daddy. Her family wants her to. We’re going back to my daddy and the Manor, soon,” Thuban said confidently.

“It’s not bad being nulled. My daddy spent all Saturday with Gary and me. Grandmother Goyle said he’d be spending every Saturday with us. We’re going to a Falcons match next week. He never took us to one before.”

“My daddy has taken me to loads of Falcons matches and he already spends all day Saturday with us until it’s time to go to a ball. Plus he comes home early on Thursday’s and flies with Cam and me. He plays with us everyday for a little while.”

“Blimey, your daddy does a lot with you. Sometimes, I don’t see my daddy all day,” Greggie said with envy.

Thuban stopped in front of a set of double doors. “Greggie stand here and keep watch for me. This is my grandparents’ room.”

“Are you looking for hidden sweets?” Greggie asked licking his lips.

“Yea, I’m looking for them,” Thuban lied.

His heart raced as he crept into the room. He made his way into their dressing room, crawling into the deepest corner. He went through the shoeboxes one by one before he found it. He smiled with pride as he removed Ginny’s wand from the box. The desire to wave the wand and do a little magic was overpowering, but somehow he fought it. He couldn’t be caught. He placed the wand in the waistband of his pants and walked out of the room. “I didn’t find anything,” Thuban said after exiting, and the two boys walked back down the stairs to a second floor bedroom.

He and Greggie had been playing with magical toy knights and horses when they heard an Apparition pop. They turned to the sound and saw an aged house elf.

“Kreacher has found the keys my real mistress’ nephew needs,” the house elf said and placed a chain containing a dozen keys on the bed.

Thuban smiled at the elf and started to walk over to him. “Which one opens the door and what color is the trunk?”

The group turned to the door at the sound of a knock and Hermione’s voice. “It’s time for tea boys, come downstairs.”

Kreacher got a mocking look on his face.

“Don’t go!” Thuban whispered, but the house elf disappeared. Thuban placed the keys in a drawer and walked over to Greggie. “Don’t tell anyone you saw him.”

“Sure, he was the ugliest elf I’ve ever seen,” Greggie replied.

“He’s ruddy ugly but he’s dead helpful,” Thuban retorted.

Hermione opened the door. “Get a move on, boys. Tea’s getting cold.”

They walked out of the room behind Hermione. Thuban whispered to Greggie with resentment in his voice. “That Mudblood ‘causes me tons of problems.”

~~~~~*****~~~~~

Three cloaked men walked down the unlit stairs into an old dungeon. The tallest man whispered a spell and the wall opened revealing a large room. The cloaked men lowered their hoods; they were Lucius, Charles Avery, and Rodolphus Lestrange. At the table sat Severus Snape. Snape poured the three men fire whiskeys.

“Lucius, Healer Mankey is the only person who comes and goes through the front door,” Snape acknowledged. “I’ve had a couple of people watching the Weasley’s home, the Burrow. Only the youngest boy and Miss Granger have appeared there the last three days.”

Lucius took a drink of his fire whiskey. “According to the portraits, the boys and Ginevra are not allowed to leave the house, but Thuban is growing restless. He is asking the portraits directions to Diagon Alley and Kings Cross. I fear if he finds a way out of the house he will get lost on the Muggle streets.”

Rodolphus chuckled. “I told you Thuban was looking at us yesterday, Avery.”

“Spotted by a five year old, Rodolphus?” laughed Snape.

“Only because I wanted to be. Thuban knew I had Cygnus and the portraits informed him of his brother’s well being. He would not inform the Weasley’s of us. And now if he does escape he will come looking for me and not wander.”

“Severus, Draco’s lawyers have informed him that Ginevra will not be giving testimony in the trial. They are using a new method. The healers are providing the Interrogators with memories collected from Ginevra. It would be helpful to get a look at these memories before the Interrogators do,” Lucius stated.

“I’m sure they are in Healer Mankey’s offices. It will be no problem to view them,” Snape boasted. “I shall go tonight. What do you wish us to do if Thuban escapes?”

“Grimmauld Place is not far from Kings Cross or Diagon Alley,” Rodolphus replied. “I’d wager you a knut, Thuban could make it to either without a problem.”

Charles laughed. “Are you fond of being at the business end of Bellatrix’s wand? Your hex marks have just healed from Monday night.”

“Bella is not as protective of Thuban. She and Narcissa coddle Cygnus,” Rodolphus explained. “I’m used to her hexes anyway. A couple of spells and she is over her anger, unlike her sister.” Rodolphus smiled at Lucius. “Still sleeping in your study, Lucius? Or perhaps a guest room?’

“If Thuban gets out, you will not let him wander,” Lucius growled. “You will bring him to me right away. No chances are to be taken with the Malfoy heir.”

-----*****------

The hallway was very dark; Thuban only had the small amount of light from the charmed nightlight his Grandma Weasley had given him. He knew the item he was looking for was in the attic. He quietly tried the keys Kreacher left in his room earlier that day. On the seventh key the door opened, he removed the key from the ring and placed it in his pocket. The attic room was not as dark as the hall. There were three small windows and the full moon shined in. There were many things in the room, a number of portraits mumbled under their cotton sheet coverings. A collection of broomsticks was in one corner and Thuban had a hard fight with himself not to run over and check them out. He needed to find a trunk. He was disappointed to see that there were five trunks in the attic, one brown, one tan, two black, and one gray. One of the black trunks and the brown trunk had the initials HJP on them, so he decided to try them first.

Thuban giggled when the first key he tried opened the black trunk. It contained black robes and gray jumpers trimmed in red and gold. He pushed the jumpers aside to see Quidditch pads and a Quidditch uniform that looked just like his mummy’s. The owner of the trunk was a Gryffindor and because he next encountered school uniform trousers the owner was a male. Thuban heard a soft whistling coming from an old sock. He looked inside the sock to see what was making the sound and found a hand held sneakoscope. He closed the sock and placed it under a pile of jumpers to quiet it. A small mirror was removed next, followed by magical pictures of a couple with a baby, lots of pictures of Gryffindors, chocolate frog cards, and school supplies, which Thuban passed by quickly. He stopped and looked closely at three things. First a collection of letters from Hermione Granger to Harry Potter, there were over 50 letters in it. Second a collection of letters from Ginny Weasley to Harry Potter; there were about 20 letters in it. And last a magical picture of his mummy a lot younger kissing and hugging a man with messy dark hair and green eyes.

Thuban couldn’t stop staring at the picture. His mother was kissing and hugging someone that wasn’t his daddy. He saddened looking at the picture; maybe his mummy was going to leave his daddy. He never saw her kiss or hug his daddy the way she was this strange man. Thuban started to cry. He grabbed for a cloth to dry has face and removed the coverings off a portrait of his Great-Great Grandfather Pollus Black.

“Are you lost, Thuban?” the portrait asked. Thuban shook his head no. “Are you frightened of the dark?” Again Thuban shook his head. “Then why do you cry boy?”

Thuban turned and showed the picture to the portrait. “That’s my mummy but that’s not my daddy.”

“It is an old picture. It was just a school girl crush it means nothing,” the portrait informed him. “Photos are not like portraits. Photos capture one single moment in time. That picture shows how she felt when she was a school girl, not how she feels now.”

Thuban dried his face and smiled at the portrait. “Good boy, now back to bed with you,” the portrait ordered. Thuban placed the cotton sheet over the portrait. He placed the items minus the picture and letters from his mother back in the trunk and locked it. He moved to the brown trunk and started trying the keys.

“I told you to go to bed, boy,” Pollus Black’s portrait snapped.

“Be quiet or I’ll place a thicker covering on you.”

“Cheeky boy, your father will be informed of your disobedience.”

“Good, maybe he’ll come and get me then,” Thuban finished before he placed another sheet over the portrait. It was the last key he tried that opened the brown truck. The first thing he saw was a wand box. He opened it quickly but wasn’t surprised that it was empty. Wizards were always laid to rest with their wands. The next thing he saw did surprise him, it was a set of wedding robes. Thuban hadn’t heard that Harry Potter had been married but here were the robes along with the marriage license. The moon had moved behind a cloud and Thuban was unable to read the name of Potter’s wife in the darkness. He dug through the trunk feeling more than looking. He’s hand felt something strange to the touch, like water woven into material and he smiled knowing that he had found it. He removed the cloak made of silvery gray material. Harry Potter’s Invisibility Cloak had been placed in this trunk years ago and forgotten by everyone in the house.

Thuban knew a lot about Invisibility Cloaks. His daddy had one. Thuban remembered the first time he saw it in his father’s dressing room. He loved dressing up in his daddy’s clothes and last year he tried on the funny looking item. He had used it for a number of mischievous adventures before his daddy found out. Thuban rubbed his bottom at the thought. Daddy had told him not to use an Invisibility Cloak again but Thuban knew his daddy wouldn’t mind this time. He put the cloak on and strolled out of the attic.

His heart raced as he crept through the house. He had everything he needed to escape from the house. He hoped to make it back to his room. He exhaled and sighed with relief once he closed his bedroom door. He placed the cloak under the loose floorboard and climbed back into bed.

He grinned from ear to ear. If his mummy went with his plans they would be out of the house by 10:00 am. He was only hours away from hugging his daddy and that thought alone put him to sleep.

-----*****------

Severus stared at Ginny’s memories. Getting into the Healer’s offices was easier then he thought, but after viewing the memories he knew there was a problem. Once home he removed Ginny’s memories from his own mind so he could view them at his leisure and solve this mystery. He knew the Malfoys well and Draco the best. The young blond wizard would never hit Ginny like the memories showed. And he knew Lucius had done a number of the things that the memories had Draco doing.

As he was viewing the memories again, there was a knock on the door. “Enter,” Snape snapped. “Hello, Draco.”

“Hello, Severus. What is my father planning?”

“Nothing that will bring harm to your family. We are watching Grimmauld Place.”

“No plans of taking the boys away to another country?”

“Not in front of myself, but he did ask me to have a look at Ginevra’s memories that will be displayed to the Interrogators.”

“I’m not worried about them. I have never abused Ginny.”

Snape frowned. “I believe you, Draco, but that is not what the memories show.”

“What are you playing at? Let me see!” Draco approached the bowl at great speed. As he watched the memories play before him disbelief washed over his face. He fell back into an armchair, stared blankly at Snape and asked, “How?”

“I don’t know,” Snape replied passing a bowl to Draco. “Place your memories of the same events in here, Draco. After we see yours maybe I will be able to work this out.”

“I never did those things,” Draco repeated. “Does Ginny believe I did them?”

“I knew you didn’t,” Snape said. “I believe the memories have been changed, but we need to be able to prove it. We can only hope that the memories were modified after they were removed from Ginevra.”

“She’ll never come back if she believes I’ve done those things,” Draco sighed.

“One thing at a time, Draco. Let’s figure out how to prove the memories are false.” Snape walked around his desk holding the bowl in front of Draco. “Your memories.”

Draco placed his wand at his temple and removed a silver strand. He repeated this four times before he and Snape looked into the bowl.

-----******------

Ginny walked into the bedroom to check on Thuban. It was 9:00 am and he was still sleeping. He had always been an early raiser to both Draco and Ginny’s dismay. Normally he woke up around 6:00 am and played happily in his room for an hour. He would start pounding on Draco and Ginny’s bedchamber door at 7:00 am. Which was better than what he did once. Their oldest son had taught them many things, two of the most important were; always use locking and silencing charms.

Ginny placed her hand lightly on her son’s forehead testing for a fever, when she discovered there wasn’t one, she caressed the boy’s arms and quietly spoke to him. “Thuban, baby, Thuban.” The little boy smiled in his sleep and spoke.

“Please Mummy. Let me and Daddy fly a little longer,” Thuban replied from his dream.
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears, which she quickly blinked back. “Soon, sweetheart. Mummy will let you fly for hours with your daddy soon.” She debated waking her son. She couldn’t give him his father right now, but she could let him continue his dream of him. Her deliberation ended when Serpens entered the room and jumped on his brother. Ginny attempted to stop him but could only get a hold of him after the third bounce and she couldn’t quiet the two year old at all. Thuban lunged at his brother in anger, but Ginny managed to get Serpens to his feet and he ran out of the room.

Thuban looked at his mother questioningly. “Mummy, do you still want to go back to Daddy?”

“Yes, Thuban,” she said as she hugged the boy tightly.

“Close the door, Mummy. I have a secret to show you.”

Ginny closed the door. Thuban went to the floorboard and removed the invisibility cloak. He showed it to Ginny.

“I know how to get out of here. After you see the healer, we can put on the cloak and follow him out the door. No one will know.” He removed Ginny’s wand from inside the cloak. “You may need this too. Uncle Rodolphus is watching the house so we can go to him as soon as we are out.”

Ginny stared at her son in amazement. “You are brilliant, Thuban,” she said and hugged the boy again. “Thank you for not trying to leave without me.”

“It’s my job to watch out for you when Daddy’s not around. I couldn’t leave you here.”

She kissed Thuban’s forehead. “Make sure Serpens is in this room with you at 11:00, we will have to move fast. Now, let’s put this back and get you dressed.”

-----******-----

Ginny quickly entered her sons’ bedroom; she removed the floorboard and collected the cloak and her wand. She placed a silencing charm on Leo, who was in a carrier on her chest. She placed the same charm on her other two boys. She charmed Serpens to be feather light and put him on her back. She took Thuban’s hand and threw the cloak over all of them. She hurried down the hall and stairs quickly and quietly. She barely caught up to the healer in time. Molly was walking him to the door. Ginny got as close as she could. She held her breath when she started out the door. She knew the doors and windows were charmed so only Molly and Arthur could open them. She hoped that was the only charm they had; if so she and her boys could make it out through the open door.


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Author’s Notes: The first poem was “Kissing You Again”. The second poem was “So Fortunate”. The last poem was “A Plain Old Kiss”. All three poems were written by Ara John Movsesian.