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A/N: This story takes place in The Cabbage Capers era, but its focus is more on Draco and Ginny than the boys therefore I felt it did not belong under that grouping. This is not a light-hearted story about the antics of the boys.
Thanks to nokomis305 for her most excellent betaing skills as always and dragonsangel68 for all the plot talk. I couldn't do this without the both of you!
And before I get asked a million times: Liam is five – six in June and Gareth is two – three in April.
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Draco and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day – Part 4
Ginny viciously pulled the brush through the thick waves of her almost dry hair. Her mother insisted she go take a hot bath and relax. Relax! She was more frustrated now than before she took her soak.
How was she supposed to relax when she hadn't spoken to her husband in nearly four days? It was like he was deliberately avoiding her now, and that frightened her. He came home to see the boys, but he avoided her for the most part. She knew he'd taken to sleeping in Liam's room at night. At least prior to their last row, he had made an effort to keep the lines of communication open between them.
She twisted her hair into a haphazard bun before sliding on a pair of jeans and her favorite blue striped oxford. She did not want to leave the sanctuary of her bedchamber. If she did, she would have to face the incessant questions from Liam about his father which in turn got poor Gareth worked up. And then there was her mother, who'd been at the house every day since the last bitter row nattering on and on about how a good wife forgives and forgets. She was ready to pull her hair out.
What she needed was a good shag. A really, really good shag. It'd been almost forever, since before Draco had left for his Asian business trip. She wondered if she even remembered how it was done… To bad there wasn't a way she could have her shag and still remain miffed with Draco.
Her mother was fixing a tray for tea when Ginny finally made her way downstairs. The house was silent except for the clinking of china. Gareth was sleeping, curled up on one end of the sofa.
Molly smiled as she set the tea pot on the small table located in a sunny alcove adjacent to the main family room. "He just fell asleep there and I didn't have the heart to move him."
"Where's Liam?" Ginny asked wearily, slipping into one of the two dainty chairs that made up the set.
"I put him down in his bed, bless him. He was completely knackered." She dropped four sugar cubes into a cup before pouring the tea and setting it in front of her daughter. "I must say that you are looking a mite frayed around the edges yourself."
Ginny knew she hadn't been looking her best for a while. She'd dropped a stone so her clothes were a bit baggy and she was more pale than usual with dark smudges under her eyes. She also couldn't manage to dredge up the energy to care enough to take the time to hide the imperfections.
"I haven't been sleeping well lately," she muttered as an excuse to appease her mother.
"Not sleeping well?" Molly echoed. "A good shag would cure that, I'd wager."
"Mother!" Ginny cried in wide eyed horror.
"Ginevra Weasley! You act like I don't know a thing when I've been married well past forty years and I've had seven children. Despite your delicate sensibilities, your old mum knows more than a thing or two about sex."
"It's Malfoy now, Mother, and can we please talk about something else?"
"Trust me, I know when someone is in desperate need of a good shag and you, Ginny dear, are beyond desperate."
Ginny was torn between covering her ears with her hands or just bolting from the room. Unfortunately, her mother was standing, hands on hips, blocking the most direct route from the room. "I refuse to have this discussion with you," she stated firmly, figuring the best way to stop the madness was to put her foot firmly down.
"Oh come off it, Ginny. You are hardly unique. You're a married woman and you enjoy sex."
Ginny just looked at her mother, flabbergasted. "Mother!"
"Liam and Gareth weren't transfigured out of stone, you know!"
"You don't know that for sure," she screeched. Her safe little world was careening wildly like a rogue Bludger. This conversation was not happening.
"We heard you in the bushes at the Burrow," her mother said smugly.
"WE? Who's we?" Ice flooded Ginny veins as the realization hit that her family was more privy to her sex like life than she was comfortable admitting that she was way more comfortable to admit.
"Oh, Ron, Pansy, your father and I," her mother said dismissively with a wave of her hand. "You should attempt to contain yourself a bit more, at least while in public, darling. It wouldn't do for Liam to barge in to make sure you're alright. You know how protective he is of you. He could be damaged for life after witnessing his parents having a good go."
Ginny glanced around to see if she could find something, anything really, with which she could end her life before her mother got any more wound up. A dull knife would suffice. "It's kind of hard when your husband is avoiding you," she whispered quickly as she fought back a sob of frustration.
"Well, whose fault is that?"
"Certainly not mine!"
Molly put her hands on her hips. "You're just as much to blame in this mess as he is, Ginevra!"
"I'm not the one who forgot our anniversary, then said it wasn't even important!"
"And if I recall properly, Draco has tried to apologize to you numerous times."
"I know," Ginny said in a small voice, suddenly looking down at her hands so her mother couldn't see the tears welling in her eyes. The niggling fear that she'd finally pushed her husband too far was threatening to blossom into a full-fledge panic. She toyed with her wedding rings as she tried not to dwell upon it too much.
"But you insist upon being stubborn," Molly said sternly, "and if you continue for much longer, I fear that you just might ruin the best thing that has happened to you. You are throwing away happiness with both hands!"
She stifled a sob with the back of her hand. She knew her mother was correct, but she was at a loss as to how to fix it. She allowed things to spiral out of control, and now… And now… She didn't want to even consider the possibilities.
"And think of the boys," her mother continued, apparently finally hitting her stride. "Think about what this is doing to Liam and Gareth! They are just babies! And this is just tearing them apart!"
"You think I don't know this, Mum?" Ginny asked, distraught. "Liam is particularly miffed with me."
Her mother gave her a very knowing look. "Then I suggest you fix the problem."
"Oh Mum! I don't know how!" she cried, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. "I don't know where to begin! Everything is so messed up. I'm so scared that I've lost him forever because I was being stupid!"
"I love him, Mum," she hiccupped between sobs. "I love him more than anything!"
"I know, baby. I know. All you have to do is forgive him," her mum said sagely. "I'm quite positive he's ready to accept your forgiveness."
"Do you really think so?" she asked desperately, wiping her eyes.
"I'm almost sure of it," Molly said with a reassuring smile.
For the first time in days, weeks even, things didn't seem quite so bleak. Ginny perked up as hope welling in her chest, pushing her deepest fear aside easily. "I'll do it as soon as he gets home from work. No, I'll go the office… I don't want to wait." She stood up, smoothing back her hair. "Maybe I should change and put on some makeup. I must look a fright."
A strangled, guttural scream echoed through the halls of Agecroft Hall just as Molly opened her mouth to say something else. The two witched exchanged shocked looks as a little blond boy came barreling into the room and launched himself into his mother's arms, sobbing his heart out.
"Liam," Ginny said softly, stroking her oldest son's baby fine blond hair, "tell Mummy what's wrong." His only response was to tighten his grip on her, his arms around her neck and his legs wrapped tightly around her waist as he let loose another long wail, waking his brother. "Tell me please, baby."
"Da," he said haltingly, lifting his head slowly off her shoulder. "Da, he-"
"Da?" she questioned, her heart in her throat. "Your Da was here?"
"Yes." He nodded slowly; huge tears welled in his big gray eyes. "Da," he sobbed, "he… He… He's gone!"
"Ginny, give Liam to me," Molly commanded. She had Gareth tucked under one arm. The youngest Malfoy was echoing his brother's distraught wails.
"What do you mean gone?" Ginny asked desperately.
"Genevra Weasley, give me Liam right this instant!"
"Tell me this instant, Liam!"
"Da, he packed a case and dis…dis…disapplegated," he hiccupped.
Ginny dropped to her knees, Liam still clinging tightly to her. "He packed a case," she echoed, her voice flat with disbelief. "He packed a case."
"Liam, come here to me," Molly demanded. "Come to Grandmummy."
"No," he whimpered, burying his face deep against his mother's neck.
"He packed a case," Ginny whispered. "What am I going to do? Ohgodohgodohgodohgod."
She tried desperately hard to calm her breathing as she ignored her mother's continued attempts to pry Liam from her arms. The little boy was in danger of cutting off her oxygen supply if he held on any tighter to her neck. She would have to figure out what she was going to do later, calming her son down was going to have to take priority right then.
"Mummy will fix this," she whispered in her son's pale hair, brushing a kiss against his head. "She will find a way."
The little boy tightened his arms. "He promised," he managed to croak. "He promised!"
"I know, baby," she answered, her voice cracking as she looked at her other son crying and struggling to escape from his grandmother. "Mum, give Gareth to me."
The only think she could thing about at the moment was trying to calm her children down. Gareth had a habit of vomiting if he got too upset and the last thing she needed was a sick baby. After she took care of them, then she could maybe figure out what she was going to do.
Ginny struggled to her feet, shifting Liam to her hip. "Mum, hand Gareth to me," she commanded, reaching out for her baby with her free arm. All she wanted was to be left alone to cuddle with the only two men in her life that would never let her down, ever. As long as she had Liam and Gareth, she could manage to get on with her life.
The feel of cold bone china being pressed in her free hand drew Ginny from her wild thoughts. Before she even realized what was happening, Liam was being lifted from his perch under great protest. Gareth was howling, clinging to his grandmother's skirts.
"Mum?" she asked, confused.
"I'm sorry, dear, but this is for your own good," Molly answered, concern clearly etched on her face. "Do bring back a ba-"
Ginny's eyes grew wide as she felt the first effects of Portkey activation. The room fell away before she could form her next thought and the nauseating pull behind her bellybutton took over. The queasy feeling unfortunately did not end when she landed hard on her bum on a teakwood floor a few moments later, disoriented.
She tried to orient herself as she stood up, gingerly rubbing her smarting bum, thankful for the extra padding having two children had provided her. Nothing looked familiar in what appeared to be a beach bungalow, all the doors and windows opened wide to allow in the ocean breeze. The sitting room in which she found herself standing was filled with rattan furniture and overstuffed cushions.
"Ginny? Is that you?" Draco said, sounding more than surprised to her, as he joined her from outside. "Why don-"
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her husband looking so causal, like he didn't have a care in the world. He'd been frolicking on the beach from his appearance – blue swimmers, tee-shirt and barefoot. Didn't he know that he has two devastated children at home? Then she remembered the sugar dish she was still holding.
"Hey!" he yelped as he dodged the projectile that shattered in a million pieces when it hit the wall behind him. "Was that my mother's china?"
"Where is she?" she demanded, launching herself at him as she gave into the overwhelming desire to hurt him for everything that he'd put her and the boys through the past few weeks and here he was living it up with some slag in a tropical paradise.
Ginny managed to land a heavy blow to his chest before Draco captured her hands before she could inflict anymore damage. She struggled against him, but he easily quelled her efforts. All she wanted to do was make him hurt like she was hurting.
"She? What are you talking about?" he grunted the last word as she managed to land an elbow in his side. He redoubled his effort to hold her still by managing to trap her body against his, back to front. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.
"This," she muttered bitterly, trying to make a gesture with her hands to no avail.
"This," he echoed through clinched teeth, "is all for you."
She could feel the effect her struggling was having on him brushing against her bum every time she moved. "I don't believe you! You packed your cases!"
"I had a case!"
"So you admit it!"
"It was your case!"
"I don't believe you!"
She felt his groan before he voiced it. "Why are you being so damn difficult, Ginny?"
"Let go of me," she commanded while hoping her voice wouldn't quake.
"I don't think so," he said as he tried to drag her towards the bedroom. "The bruise you gave me last week is just now starting to fade."
"Too bad, let me give you another one!"
Ginny was over his shoulder before she knew what was happening. "Fine, you want to be difficult then I will just prove to you I'm on the up and up!" And with that, he strode into the bedroom where he tossed her on a massive rose petal strewn bed. Ginny let out a surprised squeak. "One move and I will stun you."
Draco the flung open the wardrobe doors to reveal a number of her robes and Muggle dresses hanging neatly along side some of his things. He then started pulling open drawers in the dresser, showing her handfuls of her skimpiest knickers. A lacy silver colored wisp of material floated to the floor. "Happy now?" he said, sounding far more than a wee bit exasperated. "The case I retrieved was yours."
"That's not mine," she hissed accusingly, pointing at the nightgown lying at her husband's feet. "Where did that come from?"
Her husband plucked the garment in question from the floor for a closer inspection, giving her a leering grin. "No, not yours, I'd definitely remember this little number. Your mother must have purchased it."
Ginny felt the fire go out of her seething anger, only to be replaced with the sinking feeling of dreaded realization. "I told yo- My mother? What does she have to do with this?"
"Apparently, she wanted us to have a good time."
"She knew?" Ginny asked shakily as she struggled to stand on her knees near the foot of the bed. "Ohgod."
"Knew? She helped me plan all of this," he admitted. "I planned this holiday in Bali for your Valentine's gift weeks ago, but in light of recent events I didn't think you'd come on your own volition so your mother helped me with this elaborate scheme to get you here."
"So, you're not leaving me for a younger slag then?" Ginny asked with a tinge of hope in her voice.
He gave her his best half smile. "Of course not. Why on earth would I want to do that?"
"I don't know. To trade me in for a younger slag with no children?"
"Why? I'm perfectly happy with my current wife."
Draco slowly approached the side of the bed. "Ginny, when I married you, I promised to love and cherish you until death do us part and I fully plan on honoring that promise."
She didn't think she could want her husband more than she did in that moment. Even after six years of marriage and nearly ten years together, he could still melt her anger with just a simple phrase or statement. Momma Monster almost did her in a few days ago, but she wasn't quite ready to given in yet.
"Mum practically had to beat you down the aisle with her rolling pin," she countered smoothly, knowing he couldn't deny the fact that he had to be prodded into marrying her.
He gathered her in his arm with little protest, her arms slipping around his neck as he dipped to lavish kisses on her shoulder had neck, hand sliding over her hips. Ginny melted against the onslaught.
Draco nipped at her ear before whispering, "No power on Earth, you mother included, could have made me marry you if I hadn't wanted to."
She nodded as she moved to trail kisses along his smooth jaw. Ginny knew it was true. If Draco hadn't truly wanted to marry her then no one, no matter how persuasive they were, could have changed his mind.
"I love you, Ginny Weasley," her husband informed her before capturing her mouth in gentle kiss, pulling her body flush against his.
All the hurt and anger of the past few weeks disappeared the second his lips met hers. Draco loved her, not that she truly ever doubted that fact. Things between them were going to be okay. And now her husband was about to get lucky. Very, very lucky.
Ginny nipped at Draco's bottom lip, begging entrance as she tugged at his t-shirt. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now. He stilled her hands when she began to tug on his swimmers.
"Why don't you change into something more comfortable then you can join me for supper on the deck there," he managed after untangling himself from her arms.
"But," she pouted.
"No buts." He kissed her soundly, patting her arse fondly before disappearing through the open French doors.
She grumbled, but did as she was told, exchanging her jeans and oxford for a black bikini with a floral sarong and bare feet before joining him out on the deck just off their bedroom. The view was breathtaking – white sand beach and sparking turquoise ocean. If she didn't have such strong ties to England, Ginny thought she could be quite content living out of the rest of her days in tropical paradise.
Draco was giving last minute instructions to a young woman dressed in a brightly colored floral dress when Gin stepped out into the dappled late afternoon sunlight of the deck. The table was laden with what appeared to a very lavish supper, a bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice just off to the side.
The other woman smiled when she noticed Ginny. "I hope you enjoy your evening, Mrs. Malfoy," she said, Disapparating with a soft pop.
"I plan on it," she murmured to herself, enjoying in the sight of her husband leaning over the table making sure everything was just right.
"I thought we'd start with-" Draco started, losing his train of thought as he took in her attire.
She watched as his eyes darkened and his breath caught in his throat. She loved the feeling of power she had over him in moments like this. Draco Malfoy, wizard extraordinaire – wealthy, handsome, strong – easily felled by the sight of his wife in a bikini. She wondered what he might think if he knew she hadn't bothered to slip on the bottoms.
She sauntered over to where he stood rooted to his spot, watching her every move. "I thought I would start with you," she said coyly, pulling his arms around her as she pressed her long body against him.
"Ginny," he mumbled against her mouth before giving into her gentle assault.
She deepened the kiss, drinking in the simple pleasure that was the result of just being close to her husband once again. It had been far, far too long. She could have cursed herself for being so stubborn, but she was not going to deny herself any longer. She had him right where she wanted him.
Draco grabbed her by the upper arms and forcibly moved her away from him once she'd managed to divest him of his t-shirt. "Ginevra!" he commanded.
"Mmm," she purred, a sly smile gracing her lips.
He took a deep breath. "I thought you'd like supper first."
"Later." She reached for the waistband of his swimmers.
"It'll get cold." He tried to still her hands. "I wanted everything to be perfect this evening."
"Oh, it is."
"I wanted a romantic evening…"
"Uh huh." She hooked her fingers in material.
"I want this to be about you and me making things right and not about the make-up sex…"
Ginny nodded as she leaned in to nip at his chest. "Draco?"
"Shut up." In one fluid motion, she had managed to yank his shorts down to his knees and push him back on the double sized lounge chair. She stood over him a moment, admiring her handy work before crawling across the cushion to him as he scrambled to sit up.
"I thought I told you to shut up." She kissed him hard, her tongue begging entrance as she maneuvered herself to straddle his thighs. His hands found her hips, his fingers curling in the soft material of her sarong. She could feel his wicked grin against her mouth when his exploring hands discovered her little surprise.
"Oops," she said playfully, wiggling suggestively against him, "it looks like I forgot to put on all my clothes."
"Good Merlin witch, are you trying to kill me?" her husband groaned.
"No," she moaned as she slid down his hard length, "you'd be no good to me dead. Oh god!"
Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco's neck as she began to slowly move, savoring the feel of him deep inside of her after so long. He slowly pulled the strings holding the small scraps of black material that constituted as a bikini top, tossing it to the side to leave her in all her naked glory before him. Her mouth trailed open hot kisses along his shoulder and neck as she found her rhythm. His hands slid down the long line of her arching back to cup her bottom, guiding her until he hit the spot that made her gasp.
It wasn't long before his name became a mantra on her lips as she strained towards her release. She was torn between wanting to race to the completion only he could give her and making it last as long as humanly possible. His fingers dug in the soft flesh of her hips, holding her tight as her orgasm overtook the last of her senses and he quickly followed her into blissful oblivion.
She collapsed against him, arms tight around his neck, panting to catch her breath and trying desperately not to allow her emotions to overwhelm her. He pressed gentle kisses to the side of her head as he held her close.
"I love you so much," she said with a half sob.
"Shhh, baby," he murmured. His lips sought hers for a reassuring kiss.
Ginny rested her forehead against her husband's after a few moments, her eyes closed tight. "I don't want to ever row again."
"Me either, baby. Me either."
"You're forgiven, by the way."
"Thank you." He rubbed noses with her before giving her a quick kiss.
"And don't you ever do it again, or I will be forced to murder you and that would be such a pity." Her last few words were punctuated with a slow undulation of her hips. "Such a pity."
Later, after a reheated supper had been eaten and a Floo call had to been placed to a very ecstatic pair of little boys and a few more rounds of making up, Ginny stretched languidly against her husband in the middle of the massive bed she had been thrown on unceremoniously much earlier in the day . She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this happy and sated. Draco was lying on his back next to her, looking a bit worse for the wear.
"I hate to admit it, but Mum was right," she said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. She slowly grazed her nails over his chest.
"Do I dare ask?" he said with a chuckle.
"She told me that I needed a good shag."
"She did, did she?"
"Yes." Her hand had slipped dangerously low on his flat stomach.
"And have you gotten that good shag, Mrs. Malfoy?" he asked seriously.
"Uh huh." She gave him a lingering kiss. "Draco?"
"Do you still have that present you bought for me?"
"Yes, it's in my case," he answered wearily.
"Good," she purred, "I think I've earned it."
A few bonus scenes that I wrote but didn't end up making the final cut of the story. I hope you enjoy!
Extra Ficbit #1:
Liam dug impatiently through his parents' open cases, tossing his mother's knickers carelessly over his shoulder. A barely-there black lace scrap of material landed on the discarded little yellow duck lying on the floor.
"Son," Draco said sternly as he surveyed the damage being wrought by his oldest child. "What do you think you're doing? There aren't any more presents."
The little boy gave his father a dubious look. "I'm not looking for pressies."
"What are you looking for then?"
"Grandmum said that you and Mummy might bring home another baby and I'm looking for him."
It was all Draco could do to stifle his laugh. "Well, if we did, he's certainly not in there."
Extra Ficbit #2
"So where did Malfoy drag you off to for a week?" Ron asked, trying to be polite.
"Bali," Ginny answered with a contented sigh. "It was beautiful. Warm sand, crystal blue waters, beautiful villa. It was amazing."
"Don't you mean he was amazing?" Fred snickered as he wandered into the conversation.
Ron sucked in a deep breath in an effort to remain calm. "I don't need to know that."
"You and Malfoy made up, didn't you?" George asked with a wink to his twin.
"Yes," Gin said with a bright smile, "more than made up."
"So you spent the entire time on your back then, eh?" Fred asked with a straight face.
"Well," she said slowly, looking straight at her youngest brother, "I spent a good deal on top."
Ron spluttered as he turned a deep shade of red as he made a hasty exit from the sitting room, muttering, "Thank you very much! I've got to go scrub my brain now!"
The twins and Ginny collapsed into laughter.