The Maltese Phoenix

The street was completely deserted when Harry and Ginny apparated with a quiet ‘pop’ and made their way towards a four-story building on the corner. A lamp-post illuminated the entrance to the building, casting a shadow on a woman’s figure. Harry narrowed his eyes to confirm his suspicions, but just as they neared the corner, Lavender Brown turned around and caught sight of Harry and the woman next to him. Her mouth had been opened as if she had been about to say something to Harry, but as soon as she saw Ginny who was wearing a hood to cast a shadow over her face, Lavender’s mouth set into a straight line and her gaze snapped onto her lover as she made her way down the stairs.



“Harry, who is she?” Lavender asked, sharply nodding towards Ginny whose only visible feature were her prominent red lips.



“A client, precious, what do you need?” Harry asked, taking a step towards the infuriated woman.



“A client? In your apartment at this time of the night?” Lavender said in a high voice, throwing a glance at Ginny.



“Lavender, go home, I’m working on your husband’s murder. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry said, forcefully taking a step towards her and making to grab her elbow and steer her away from Ginny. Before he could do that, Lavender stepped out of his reach and stalked up to Ginny, her hand shot out and pulled back the hood. Lavender gasped and stepped back, Harry cursed.



“Oh my –you, you Death Eater . . .” Lavender breathed, her hand digging into her pocket. Just as Harry was about to speak up, Ginny whipped out her wand.



“Stupefy,” she said forcefully. Her curse hit Lavender who keeled over immediately. Ginny walked up to her side and pointed her wand down at her.



“Mobili corpus.” Lavender was suspended a few inches above the ground and levitated towards an alley guided by the red head. Harry watched her mesmerized and followed her into the alley, he leaned against the brick wall and crossed his arms over his chest watching Ginny’s cold, calculated movements with a smirk.



“Obliviate,” Ginny said calmly as an empty look came upon Lavender’s eyes. Then, she bent over and searched her sister-in-law\'s handbag until she found her wallet which she set on fire before pocketing her wand and walking back towards Harry, heels echoing on the pavement.



“Beautifully executed,” Harry told her with a smile. Ginny gave him a small smirk and shrugged. “I learned a thing or two with the Death Eaters.”



Harry sniffed humorously as he placed his hand on the small of her back, and led her out of the alley and towards his building. They made their way up the elevator until they reached the third floor where Harry pulled out a key from his pocket and pushed open a wooden door.



“Make yourself comfortable,” he told her closing the door behind Ginny and walking into the bedroom. Ginny took off her mink coat and placed it over the back of a chair before sitting down in an armchair facing a blue sofa.



“I called Malfoy," Harry told her as he came back into the living room and sat down on the blue sofa facing her. Ginny smiled and nodded. “Good.”



Harry leaned back in the sofa placing his right ankle on his left knee. “So, Ginny, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask for a while.”



Ginny cocked her head innocently. ”What?”



“Voldemort. How did he treat you? What was it like meeting him again?”



Ginny inhaled deeply and looked down at her lap. “Well, I was nervous, needless to say, and a little scared the first time I met him after the Chamber of Secrets fiasco. However, Draco assured me that he wasn’t going to hurt me or kill me because he knew that I was Draco’s wife and was looking to pledge my loyalty to his lordship, and so . . .” Ginny shrugged, eyebrows going up as a sideways smile graced her face.



“Why did you join him?” Harry asked darkly. “I get marrying Malfoy, but you didn’t have to join Voldemort.”



“Well, actually Draco and his family pushed me into it,” Ginny started, “they said it would reassure him that I wasn’t just marrying Malfoy to bring back information for the Order.”



Harry nodded quietly. Ginny gave him a sad smile. Just then, there was a pop, and Draco Malfoy Apparated into the room. Ginny straightened herself up in her seat and tossed her hair back regarding her husband coolly.



“Hello, Draco,” she said.



“Ginny,” he replied before turning towards Harry who was watching them from the sofa.



“Don’t mind me,” he said raising his hands, palms facing outward, “you two catch up, and then we will all talk.”



Draco gave a stiff nod and conjured up a chair which he placed next to Ginny.



“The Dark Lord wants the phoenix. I suggest you drop your act and give it to him.”



Ginny didn’t answer she was busy digging in her purse for her case of cigarettes, she fished it out and placed a fag between her lips. She brought the tip of her wand to the cigarette and lit it.



“Like I told Harry,” Ginny said letting out the smoke and turning to Draco, “I don’t have it.”



Malfoy smirked and shook his head. “Ginny, come on I know you. If you turn in the phoenix I might be able to convince the Dark Lord to spare you.”



Ginny let out a bark of laughter. “And you expect me to believe that? Oh how little you know me!”



“Ginny –”



“I told you I don’t have it, Rodolphus told me that the Dark Lord had had you steal it from our rooms.”



Draco’s lips were set in an unnatural line; he stood up rapidly causing his chair to fall back. Ginny jumped back startled as Malfoy placed his hands on her armchair’s arms and leaned into her face. Harry stood up as well, wand drawn and pointed at Malfoy.



“Ginny, stop lying for fuck’s sake! I know you have it and I’m going to get it from you no matter what because I’m tired of getting punished by the Dark Lord for your actions,” he hissed, eyes shining madly. Ginny remained quiet and averted her eyes from his, focusing on her cigarette instead.



“He’s going to kill me for this, Ginny,” The blond went on trying to incite a reaction from his wife who was smoking as calmly as if she were out on the beach.



“Because contrary to what you might believe,” Malfoy went on lowering his voice so that Harry wouldn’t hear. However, the Unspeakable picked up on this and muttered a quick charm on his ear, “not everything is settled between the sheets.”



Ginny’s furious brown eyes snapped out of their reverie and onto her husband, their wideness giving him a warning. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes looked down at her forearm. Draco straightened up, hand on his forearm, “He’s calling.” He looked up at her, “Think about what you’re doing, Ginny. You might have played all other men you came in contact with, but he won’t fall for your antics.”



Without giving her or Harry another glance, he disapparated. Ginny inhaled deeply from her fag and closed her eyes as she sighed the smoke out and stood up.



“It’s late, I must get going.”



Harry grabbed her by the arm, Ginny turned to look at him



“What was Malfoy getting at?”



“What do you mean?” Ginny asked, eyes blank and questioning.



“ ‘Not everything’s settled between the sheets?’ ” Harry snarled tightening his grip on her. “Did you sleep with Voldemort?”



Ginny’s eyes widened along with her mouth. “Harry!” she breathed, “How could you even suggest such a thing?”



“He’s the one that said it, and I’m starting to believe it when he says he knows you.”



“Harry, no, he meant Rodolphus and . . .” she sighed. “A few others . . .”



“What others?”



“Why do you care?” Ginny snapped extracting her arm from his grip. Harry took another step towards her. “I care because I think you’re lying!”



“Oh, you are just horrible!” Ginny cried out, tears glistening in her brown eyes. “I don’t know why I ever thought you could help me when you jump on every opportunity you have to doubt me! You are insufferable!” she screeched grabbing her coat and sniffing while brushing away tears. ”To think I once liked you,” she muttered angrily while walking past Harry whose arm shot out and grabbed hers pulling her towards him.



“I am done with you,” Ginny hissed, nostrils flaring. “I will figure something on my own, and if I end up being killed then so be it,” she chocked out, turning away from Harry and trying to wrestle her arm free. However, the boy would not let go of her and instead took both her arms pulling her towards him. Ginny struggled and tried to free herself, but her strength was no match for his. Admitting defeat she looked up at him, eyes red and burning. Harry took this opportunity to kiss her roughly. His hands cupped both sides of her face, fingers digging into her red hair as their kiss deepened. Ginny relaxed and allowed her hands to travel up his forearms to his biceps, and up to his neck where she applied pressure to draw his face even closer to hers. Just when the kiss was intensifying in passion, Ginny pulled away abruptly leaving Harry gasping and looking confused and vexed. For a slight second, he saw a smirk grace her lips while her eyes glinted in a malicious and yet very familiar way.



“Wha –?“



Ginny pressed a finger against his lips, the same serene smirk on her face, although the glint had gone from her eye. She took his hand in hers and led him towards the bedroom. Once there, she sat him down on the side of the bed and stepped back, eyes never leaving his. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hands travel slowly up her body to the top button of her dress. It came undone. Harry’s eyes flickered on her hands which were already on the next button right over her breasts; however, as soon as his eyes landed on their target, she dropped her hands and cleared her throat. Harry’s eyes flickered back on her face, her lips curled into a smile and her hands went back to unhooking the button. And then the next, and the next . . . all the while Harry managed to keep his eyes on hers as if in a trance; however, out of the corner of his eyes he could see her flesh being bared bit by bit. When he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra, that task of keeping his eyes on hers became a little harder to do. He tried to get his right eye to slowly meander down her front . . . and then her arms wrapped around her torso blocking her breasts from view. She gave Harry an impatient look and tutted, “When will you learn, Harry?”



The-Boy-Who-Lived let out an impatient snarl, hands digging into the fabric of his pant legs.



“Get on with it, Weasley.”



She smirked, unhooking one arm and waving it over her body so that the dress slid off her curves and landed in a puddle around her feet. She stepped out elegantly, arms firmly wrapped over her tits.



“You don’t enjoy being titillated, Potter?” she whispered stopping in front of him and letting her eyes land on his tented crotch. Harry stood up impatiently, Ginny stepped back. “Touch me and I’ll cry rape.”



He huffed amusedly while unbuttoning his shirt.



“I never imagined you would be like this in the bedroom.”



Ginny tossed her long, red hair back. “Is that why you never pursued me?”



“You were with Malfoy,” Harry commented unbuckling his belt.



“Last time I checked Hogwarts consisted of seven years,” Ginny said icily, arms squeezing her breasts. Harry shrugged. “Well, don’t forget I spent all those years trying to rid the world of your master.”



Ginny shrugged one shoulder. “You still are, yet here we are.”



Harry smirked while pulling down his boxers and joining her in nudity. “Well, I realized that that relationship was a little too serious and committed for my age, and that I needed some time apart.”



Ginny smirked and let out a quiet laugh as he stepped towards her.



“So, are you still going to cry rape?” he muttered stopping in front of her, their bodies barely touching.



“Not if you change my mind,” she answered, taking his face between her hands and bringing his head down for an all-consuming kiss. Harry moaned as her tongue ran over his all the while her lips suctioned, alternatingly, his top and bottom lip. Harry stepped back towards the bed, pulling her down over him. Her hair fell around his head curtaining them off from the rest of the world. Harry broke the kiss and smiled at her, Ginny smirked and began kissing her way down his chest, her hair tickling him as she went. Harry sighed when her hand wrapped his cock and squeezed it while running her thumb over the tip. She looked up, smirked one last time and brought her head down on his erection engulfing it in her hot mouth.



“Oh, Ginny…” he moaned closing his eyes.



She took her mouth off his dick and ran her tongue down its underside before moving towards his balls which she sucked and massaged gently with her tongue. Harry was aching for release by then, he groaned loudly, but the redhead’s teasing would not come to an end. Suddenly, she rose up over his chest looming down on him.



“Are you going to help me, Harry?”



Harry let out a frustrated groan. “You ask this now?”



She shrugged. “I need to know, otherwise I can’t concentrate…”



“Fine, I’ll help you,” he said quickly. She smiled and positioned her cunt over his erect penis. “You promise? Only me and no one else?”



“Yes,” he breathed. She smirked one last time and brought herself down on him. Harry groaned loudly and dug his hands into her buttocks as she started moving against his hips, a moan escaped her.



“So . . .” he breathed, “is this how you got Lestrange, Malfoy and all those other men to do your bidding?”



She smiled and picked up her pace. “You know what I don’t understand, Harry? Why you make me into some sort of . . .betraying woman, a femme fatale.”



Harry let out a groan, and rolled over on top of her thrusting into her forcefully. Ginny’s back arched off the bed, and she threw back her head in delight.



“Because that’s what you are,” he muttered, sounding out of breath. She cried out in response and tightened herself around him while her legs flew up and encircled his waist pulling them closer together. Their cries grew louder and more frequent as they neared their climaxes. He came first, letting out a guttural groan and hanging his head as he spilt himself in her and thrust more vigorously wanting the intoxicating feeling to last longer. Ginny imploded soon after calling out his name before letting her head fall back on the pillow, eyes closed, breasts heaving. Harry rolled off her and onto his back staring up at the ceiling as his breathing calmed down. He heard her roll over onto her side, he turned. Her back was to him and he could see her torso rising up and down slowly and evenly. Harry moved closer to her and placed his arm around her belly molding his body behind hers and burying his head in the crook of her neck. Her Chypre scent pervading his smell and later on his dreams . . . .