Missing Years

Ginny arrived home with just enough time to get a shower, get ready, and head off to the gala. Heading directly to her bedroom, she set down the bag with the dress Fleur had given her and slipped out of her day clothes. After turning on the water for a hot shower, she unhooked her bra and slid her underwear down and put them in the hamper next to the shower. Hopping in and reminding herself she needed to be quick, Ginny let the water cascade over he pale skin, soothing her tense muscles and refreshing her senses. Enjoying the feeling of the water for a moment, she began to wash her hair with the vanilla and lilac scented shampoo she'd been using for years and then moved on to her body. After soaping up and rinsing everything thoroughly, Ginny felt revitalized and stepped from the shower into the steamy bathroom. Wrapping a towel around her bare form, she moved into the bedroom and put on some of her favorite music while she used a drying spell on her hair, as well as a curling one,and began to get dressed. Going through her dresser, she found black lacey set of underwear, accented with silver ribbons and slid them over her still moist skin. It was one of the few things in that drawer that wasn't white or red and hadn't been picked out by Harry.

Admiring the way the pieces clung to her curvy form and made her breasts look even better than normal for a moment, Ginny walked over and looked at the dress she was about to wear once more, before pulling it out of the hanging bag and sliding it on. She wasn't sure what exactly the kind of silk was, but it surrounded her skin almost like a glow, It was so soft, she couldn't think of anythign soft enough to compare it to and the jewels that glittered around her bust sparkled brightly.It actually fit quite snugly, but not in a bad way. After Ginny had charmed the zipper to zip itself up, she strapped on the shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't remember ever looking hotter aside from maybe one occasion in sixth year at a masquerade ball. The heels made her seem taller, but not too tall, the dress clung in all the right places, and the color made her hair and eyes stand out beautifully. She looked as though she was out of a magazine or something. Smiling to herself, Ginny quickly set to doing her make-up and headed down the stairs to head out.

As she rounded the corner of the staircase though, she was met with a sight she hadn't been expecting. Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, a large glass of a familiar blue liquid in his hand, and from the looks of him, it wasn't his first that night. Her heels giving her away, Harry looked up from his drink and gazed at his wife, his eyes widening at her appearance. Trying to ignore the look he was giving her, she moved to the kitchen to make sure everything was picked up. Opening the fridge, she looked over it's contents. She hadn't made him anything since she wasn't expecting him home so early, but there was plenty to eat. Turning back to him at the table, she addressed his presence finally. "Harry, you're home early. I dropped lily off at Mum's and was just headed out. I didn't expect you home so soon."

Harry looked her up and down, as though trying to make sense of her words, and took another deep swig of his firewhiskey. "Lookin' pretty fancy to be goin' out anywhere normal.And here I was thinkin' you got all dolled up for me, Gin. Where you goin'?"

Shit. He was drunk, extremely drunk.His slurred speech was hard to understand, but Ginny made out what he was saying, as she'd delt with him this way on more than one occasion. " I'm sorry, Harry, but I made plans. There's plenty of food in the fridge, so just heat something up or call something in. I'm running a bit behind really, so I need to head out."

Harry looked her over again as she spoke about the food and his stomach growled loudly, but lurched at the same time. There was no way he was eating anything just then. He nodded slowly, but he still wanted to know where she was going. "Aw, Gin, it can't be that important, surely your little girlfriends will understand. I mean, really, is there a set time to be at a club, or restaraunt? Do you have reservations?"

Ginny was beginning to get annoyed she was ten minutes behind what she wanted to be and she was sure it would be another ten with the way her husband was acting. "Harry, I don't have time for this, I need to go. I have to make a couple of stops before I get there and the Manor is a ways away and ..."

Harry had been listening to her avoid the question once more with a keen ear even in his drunken state.As soon as she got annoyed she began to talk very fast but he caught where she was going and it made him boil. "The Manor, Gin, as in Malfoy Manor? You're in a hurry to get to a gala for a man who is a presumed death eater, killed a whole boatload of people, went to prison, and treated you like nothing more than scum on his shoe when we went to school?"

Oh shit. Harry on a good day and sober was a bad time to mention Malfoy or anything associated, so after a bad day and with him drunk was one of the worst times imaginable. Ginny took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice from shaking, "Well, I haven't seen anybody from school in a while and I thought it might be nice, even if I do have to deal with Malfoy.I was going to invite you, but I figured you wouldn't want to come and would have to work late anyway."

Wrong thing to say. "So you are going to go yourself, Gin? You do remember the war, right? And what side Malfoy was on? He's evil Ginny, and I'm not going to let you be around that kind of filth!" He was getting angry now, the drink still in his hand, but he didn't need it. He was drunk on rage.

"Not going to let me? I'm sorry, Harry, but you're not going to let me go? Do you think you own me or something? How dare you say you aren't going to let me!" Ginny was livid. She didn't care that he was drunk, he had no right to talk to her as though she was one of his possessions. "And he's not evil, Harry. You just wish he was, so you would have a reason to hate him."

That drove Harry over the edge. "You're going to stick up for him now? What the fuck is wrong with you, Ginny? He treated you like crap your entire life and now he's not an asshole all of a sudden?"

"Damnit, Harry! Just because you want him to be some terrible monster, doesn't mean he is! He can be just as good as you, Captain Fantastic, you just haven't seen it!" Ginny knew she was being wreckless. She knew she was saying things she shouldn't, but she was just so angry at him! She didn't even care if he found out anymore. She wanted him to know about her and Draco, just to see the look on his face, to watch him fall.

"And you have, Ginny?" He'd heard the rumors about Ginny and Draco becoming friends while he was off chasing horecruxes, but he'd also heard rumors of other things. He had chosen to ignore them, but her previous words had him wondering exactly how much he'd heard was fiction. "What else did you see of Malfoy, Ginny?"

Fuck. She was livid, but she knew the shit was about to hit the fan. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Harry?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm just wondering how much I heard was true. Are the rumors true, Ginny? Were you one of Malfoy's sluts while I was away? Were you his personal mudblood whore?"

Ginny choked on her anger for a moment and then couldn't hold back any longer. "Yeah, Harry, what you heard was true! I fucked Malfoy senseless. Every night on the astronomy tower. On the couch in the Gryffindor common room. On the very bed we sleep on every night, the one that used to be my bed at the burrow!" Ginny's eyes were like fire and her face was red with her boiling anger as she slammed her fist down on the table and shook the glass he was holding there. "And you know what else, Harry? He was a hundred fucking times better than you. The best lay I've ever had! Ever."