Dragon and Angel

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

FIRST DATE

Draco had survived Sunday lunch with the Weasley family. He even survived Drake's awkward question late in the afternoon. Well, he successfully sidestepped it for the time being, at least, by explaining to Drake that it was something he would discuss with him when he was older. This of course led to more questions of 'when', but he survived.

His next big trial had been asking Ginny to accompany him to dinner -- alone. She had the ability to make him feel like a nervous schoolboy again, but he got through and this evening he was going to spoil her rotten. He had arranged for Drake and Angel to be at the Potter's for the entire evening. Ginny had decided she would also spend the night there, so that was where she was getting ready.

Draco Apparated onto the front porch of the Potter's house. He smoothed his dress robes down, removing invisible pieces of lint, before knocking on the front door. It opened to reveal a smiling Harry Potter.

"Malfoy," Harry greeted him before standing aside to allow him entry.

"Potter." Draco nodded as he moved into the house.

"Gin's just finishing getting ready," Harry told him as he led him into the sitting room.

"No hurry. I'm a bit early."

"Daddy!" Angel squealed as she ran into the room.

Draco scooped her up into a hug. "Hello, princess."

"Daddy, are we going out?" Drake asked as he entered the room somewhat slower than his twin.

"No, mate. Just your mum and I are going out. You two are staying with Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione."

Angel frowned at him. "But why can't we come?"

"Well, I'd like to spend some time with your mum, alone."

Angel pouted. "What about us?"

"Angel, don't look at me like that, please. I want to take your mum to a really fancy restaurant and they don't like kids there, okay?" Draco tried not to look at the expression on his daughter's face.

"But we'll be good, won't we Drake?" Angel tried again smiling sweetly.

"No, love. You can't come. It's just your mum and me tonight." He hoped she might drop the subject soon.

"What are you and mummy going to do?" Drake asked curiously.

"We're going to have dinner in a nice restaurant."

"Then what? Doesn't take all night to eat food," Drake continued.

"Don't know. Depends on what your mum wants to do," Draco told him. It was true he hadn't really planned anything past dinner. Just to spend some time alone with Ginny would be nice.

"Are you going to shag?" Drake asked directly.

"What?" Draco choked out. Merlin, I swear that child can read my mind, he thought. He was hoping he might be able to convince Ginny to spend some real quality time together. She was driving him crazy.

Harry, who was sitting opposite Draco, burst into gales of laughter.

"Well, are you?" Drake persisted ignoring Harry.

"No, we're not," Draco told him harshly.

"Are you going to snog?" Drake asked defiantly.

"Maybe," Draco admitted. Perhaps if he admitted to something it might just shut Drake up.

"Are we now?" Ginny asked from the doorway, arching an eyebrow at Draco.

Both Draco and Harry instantly jumped to their feet.

"Gin, you look lovely." Harry smiled at her.

"Thank you, Harry."

Draco approached her slowly, lifted her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss upon it. "You look beautiful, love."

"Thank you." Ginny blushed a little under his scrutiny.

"Mummy, you look so pretty," Angel chimed.

"Thank you, darling." Ginny wrinkled her nose at her daughter.

"Hello, Draco," Hermione said as she entered the room.

"Hermione." Draco nodded politely.

"Where are you off to tonight?" Hermione asked Draco.

"Well I thought we'd have dinner at Château de Nourriture, then afterwards we'll just see what mood takes us."

"They're going to snog, but they're not going to shag," Drake informed her seriously.

"Drake, I really think it is none of your business what your father and I do when we're alone," Ginny told him firmly.

"But--" Drake started.

"No buts, mister. If you keep going I'll take my wand to your bottom, got it?"

"Yes, Mummy."

"Good."

"Are we ready then?" Draco figured that now might be a good time to leave before Drake started up again.

Ginny smiled. "Yes, all ready."

They said goodnight to both children, admonishing them to be good for Harry and Hermione. Draco shook hands with Harry just before they walked out the door.

"Don't wait up, Potter," Draco winked at the raven-haired wizard.

"Drake won't be very happy with you," Harry laughed lightly.

"He'll get used it," Draco said quirking his eyebrows before taking Ginny in his arms and Disapparating.

They arrived in Diagon Alley and then walked to the fancier part of the Wizarding shopping district, where the restaurant was situated. Ginny had never eaten in this particular establishment before. It had a reputation for being extremely expensive and, therefore, well out of her budget.

"Monsieur Malfoy, comment charmant pour vous voir encore," the Maitre d' greeted them.

Draco removed his cloak and assisted Ginny out of hers, passing them to the Maitre d'.

"Je me fie à ce que ma table soit prête?" Draco asked in a superior tone.

"Bien sûr, monsieur, par ici," the Maitre d' responded.

They followed him as he wove through the other tables to the back of the restaurant and a private table. Along the way they attracted many looks from the other patrons. Ginny noticed some of the witches looking at Draco with unguarded lust in their eyes.

The Maitre d' held Ginny's chair for her while she sat then passed each of them a large menu and vanished. Ginny laid her menu on the table and gazed across at her handsome companion.

"Not hungry, Gin?" Draco asked noticing she was not reading the menu.

"Why don't you order for me?" Ginny suggested smiling.

"Ah, don't read French then?" Draco teased lightly.

"Never had a use for the language."

"All right, I'll order for you, but you need to tell me now if there's anything you don't like." He had no intention of ordering something she wouldn't enjoy.

"Oh, I eat just about anything."

"Anything? Snails? The French are famous for them."

"Well okay, not snails or frogs legs, but pretty much anything else."

"All right, let's see." Draco returned his attention back to the menu. "Que penses-tu de la soupe de patate et de poireau, suivie par du filet mignon accompagné par des legumes frais de saison et un cheesecake au fraise avec une sauce de liqueur au chocolat pour dessert."

"I didn't get any of that," Ginny whispered to him.

"You'll just have to trust me then." Draco winked as he leant forward to hold her hand.

"Monsieur Malfoy, êtes-vous prêt à commander?" the waiter asked.

"Oui, nous prendrons tout les deux la soupe de patates et de poireaux, suivie par du filet mignon accompagné par des legumes frais de saison et un cheesecake au fraise avec une sauce de liqueur au chocolat pour dessert, ainsi qu'une bouteille de votre meilleur vin rouge," Draco replied to the waiter.

"Tout de suite, Monsieur." With a nod of his head the waiter vanished with the menus.

"I didn't know you spoke French so well." Ginny was impressed. The way the language rolled off his tongue was almost intoxicating.

"My father taught me the language from a very early age. It was the only way I could communicate with my great grandparents, so it was kind of essential."

Ginny sighed as she smiled across at him. "It's a beautiful language."

"Yeah, my mother loves to hear father speaking it, even though she barely understands a word he's saying."

"So, what do you have planned for after dinner?" Ginny changed the subject. She didn't need visuals of Lucius speaking French to Narcissa and Narcissa reacting the way Ginny imagined herself doing.

"As I said before, no plans. We'll just see where the mood leads us."

She smiled cheekily. "Oh, I see."

"Do you?" Draco asked, grinning cheekily and arching an eyebrow in her direction.

"Well, I do now," Ginny smirked back at him.

"Monsieur, votre vin."

Ginny watched as the waiter showed the label on the bottle to Draco. He waited for him to nod before pouring a little into a glass and stood back while Draco tasted it.

"C'est parfait, vous pouvez remplir les verres."

The waiter stepped up to the table and topped Draco's glass up, before filling Ginny's. He then placed the open bottle on a stand beside Draco's chair.

"Il y aura-t-il autre chose, monsieur?" the waiter asked respectfully.

"Non." Draco dismissed the waiter with a wave of his hand.

"If you keep up with the French, I don't think I'll make it to dessert," Ginny said in a low voice.

"Really?" Draco smirked across the table at her. "Mon amour, vos yeux sont comme des étoiles scintillant dans la plus noire des nuits, vos longues oucles sont de la veritable couleur de l'amour. Je sens que si je ne vous possède as bientôt, j'en mourerail."

"I stand corrected. If you keep that up, I won't make to the first course," Ginny giggled. She had no idea what he had said to her, but it sounded wonderful.

"Well, we can't have you going hungry, can we ma belle enchanteresse?"

The waiter reappeared with their soup and placed it carefully in front of them. During the meal the chatter was kept to small talk, with no room for further innuendo. As they sat drinking their coffee, both began to think again of what may come next this evening.

"Would you like to take a walk, Gin?" Draco asked hesitantly. All the confidence he'd gained from teasing her before the meal had evaporated and he was unsure how to entice her back to the Manor for some private time.

"That would be lovely."

After Draco had paid the account, they left the restaurant and strolled into Diagon Alley. Arm in arm, they walked in silence for some time.

"I know a much more scenic place for a walk. Would you like to see it?" Draco enquired softly.

"I'd love to," Ginny whispered back.

Draco directed her to an Apparation point in Diagon Alley. He held her close and Disapparated. Once they had arrived at their destination, Ginny looked around to see if she could ascertain where he had brought her.

"We're at the Manor?" Ginny questioned him, not entirely sure of her surmising.

"The lake is beautiful this time of night."

"Yes, it is," Ginny agreed as he took her in his arms and lowered his head to meet her lips in a soft kiss.

Ginny desperately wanted to feel the force of his passion, yet Draco seemed to be holding back. In a bid to deepen the kiss she ran her tongue softly along the seam of his lips, begging permission for entry. Draco did not deny her, opening his mouth and plunging his tongue deep into hers; exploring and tasting her, until he thought he would explode with need. He ran a trail of hot kisses down her throat and into the hollow at her collarbone, eliciting a throaty moan from the fiery witch.

"Gin, lets take this inside," Draco muttered in between nips at her neck.

Without waiting for her response, he deftly raised his wand and muttered the incantation to transport them to his personal chambers. Once they had landed in the room, he walked her gently backwards, until her knees struck the side of the large four-poster bed that dominated the room. Not once did he cease his ministrations at her neck. Draco reached a hand up to the clasp that held her cloak in place. He quickly unfastened the catch and giving it a small tug with his other hand at the back, the cloak slid gracefully off her shoulders. Both of his hands traveled up her back until he reached the zip on her dress. He gently slid it down to her hips, where he fisted his hands into the silken fabric to stop himself from simply tearing the article from her body.

Ginny was distinctly aware they had landed in what must be Draco's room, but she was in no frame of mind to debate whether or not this was the case. The only thing that mattered was getting as close as she could to the man gnawing on her neck. She could feel his need growing, prodding her in the stomach as he leant even further into her. She didn't even feel him move her backwards until her legs brushed the edge of the bed and she was distantly aware that he was now tugging at her clothing. She should, probably, have been protesting, but the thought just could not force its way through the sensations he was evoking in her body.

Draco broke his connection with her neck, for the time being, as he laid her gently onto the bed. Her eyes were glazed with open lust, it was clear she wanted exactly what he needed.

Ginny felt Draco lift his head from her neck and gently start to tip her backwards. She looked into his slate gray eyes and read all the unleashed passion within -- passion reserved for her. Ginny watched as Draco discarded his cloak and loosened his tie. She reached up and began to pull his shirt from his pants. His fingers nimbly released the buttons on his shirt before he rolled it over his shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor.

Draco urged her to move more into the center of the bed and once he was happy, with her position, he leant down capturing her lips in unadulterated passion. He straddled her body and allowed his hands to roam freely over her form. Ginny bought her hands to his chest, her fingertips lightly brushing his well formed muscles, taking in every bulge and crevice, before spanning her hands over his taut back.

Draco gently pushed the straps of her dress down, exposing just a little more of her chest. He wasted no time in covering the newly exposed flesh with soft wet kisses, nudging the dress even further down with his face. He sat up, bringing her with him and reached around to her back deftly unhooking her lacy bra. With almost painful slowness he slid the straps of both her dress and bra down her arms, discarding the underwear over his shoulder with a sly grin. Not yet satisfied with Ginny's state of undress, Draco slid backwards off the bed and pulled her dress down the length of her body. He leaned over her and hooked a finger in each side of her knickers, gently sliding them off.

Her body had changed since their school days. The birth of the twins had given her womanly curves and, as he stood above her admiring his handiwork, he decided he definitely liked the curves.

Ginny felt self-conscious as Draco stood over her, obviously taking in all the changes the pregnancy and subsequent birth of the twins had on her body. She blushed under his close scrutiny. She was no fool, she knew he was accustomed to sleeping with women who were as close to perfection as a human could be, and she was far from that.

"You're so beautiful," Draco murmured his voice deep and raw with emotion.

He hastily rid himself of his remaining articles of clothing. Once completely naked he knelt before her removing each of her shoes, softly sucking at each toe in turn before running a line of searing hot kisses up her left leg. He paused at her knee, gently sucking on the pulse point for a little before continuing toward his ultimate goal.

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When their breathing slowed, Draco extracted himself and they moved under the covers. With his arms surrounding her and her head on his chest she could hear his heart beating, still just a little fast. Ginny didn't want this magic to end, if only they could stay here forever.

"I should go," Ginny whispered into his chest.

"Stay," Draco mumbled.

"I can't, the kids."

"Potter will look after them," Draco replied, sounding half asleep already.

"No, they'll be confused. I need to go." Ginny's tone was adamant, though she was not moving from his warmth.

"All right, but lets just lie here a while."

"All right."

Ginny did not remember closing her eyes, or drifting off to sleep as she listened to his heartbeat. She was so comfortable and it felt right that she be here, in his arms.

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Sunlight poured through the curtains as Ginny began to stir. When her eyes fluttered open she realized she was not alone, nor was she at home or at the Potters. Panic flared as she rolled over to see Draco just beginning to stir.

"Morning beautiful," Draco muttered as he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close placing small kisses on her neck.

"Oh god! Draco, we fell asleep. I should have gone. Harry and Hermione were expecting me."

"Shh. I told Potter not to wait up." Draco trailed small kisses up her neck and over her face.

"But I should have gone-- the children will wonder where I am." Ginny started to pull away.

"All right listen, it's still early. We'll just get dressed and get you to the Potters, before they're even out of bed. They'll be none the wiser."

"Yes, that's good! We'll do that and they won't know." Ginny jumped from the bed and began to scoop up her carelessly discarded clothing from the night before.

"Gin, calm down." Draco came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle. "We haven't done anything wrong."

"Draco, we have children. Children we need to set a good example for." She turned in his arms. "Oh Merlin! Put some clothes on, you're distracting me standing there without a stitch on."

Draco smiled cheekily at her. "Distracting, am I?"

"Yes, you are and we don't have time for me to be distracted." Ginny pushed him away playfully.

"Are you sure?" Draco enquired, grinning at her as he advanced again.

"Positive! Now get some clothes on, for Merlin's sake," Ginny said as she pushed him in the chest.

"All right, I'll get dressed! Merlin, woman!"

Once they had both dressed, Draco insisted on leaving a note for his parents in the dining room.

"Why?" Ginny asked. Time was ticking away and she desperately wanted to make it back to Harry's before the twins woke up.

"Because Mother worries if I'm not at breakfast, that's why."

"Well, that's very sweet and all, but I need to get to Harry's and Hermione's now!"

"Gin, we'll just walk down to the dining room, leave the note then we'll Apparate from there. Okay?" Draco held her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "We'll get there, I promise."

"All right, let's just hurry then."

As they walked down to the family dining room, Ginny couldn't help but admire the beauty of the Manor. Even though she had visited a few times it still took her breath away. The décor was tasteful and the furnishings were exquisite. So entranced by her surroundings, she failed to notice they had entered the dining room and were not the only occupants.

"Good morning. Mother. Father."

"Good morning, darling," Narcissa replied. "Miss Weasley, how lovely to see you so early."

"Umm-- yes-- well-- Morning," Ginny stammered. She was terribly embarrassed that Draco's parent's now knew she had spent the night.

"Sleep well, Miss Weasley?" Lucius drawled with a smirk.

"I did. Thank you for asking." Ginny lifted her chin and dug deep. She didn't want to seem intimidated by the Malfoys and, like Draco said, they hadn't done anything wrong. If she kept repeating this mantra, she may just be able to convince herself.

"Please, join us for breakfast," Narcissa offered pleasantly.

"Thank you, Mother, but Gin and I need to pick the children up from their godparents."

"Will you be coming back here afterwards?" Narcissa's excitement was obviously brewing just below the surface of her control. To spend the day with the children would be wonderful.

"We're not sure yet. Perhaps." Draco found it difficult to deny his mother outright.

"Umm-- Draco, we really should be going." Ginny said quietly.

"Of course. Mother. Father." Draco bid his parents goodbye with a nod.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, it was lovely to see you again." Ginny smiled as she followed Draco out into the corridor.

Once they had walked back to the foyer of the manor, Draco held Ginny close and they Disapparated. Appearing almost instantaneously on the back porch of the Potters modest home. Ginny opened the door. Her eyes were on Draco as she spoke to him, instead of where she was headed.

"Shh! Draco, I need to sneak upstairs and change my clothes before anyone sees me. If I'm still wearing this, they'll know we spent the night together," Ginny whispered as she backed in through the door.

Draco reached forward and grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong with them knowing we spent the night together?"

"Oh, nothing-- nothing at all."

"Good. I'd hate to think you were keeping secrets from us," Harry said from behind her.

As Ginny turned around she noticed, very quickly, that the Potter household was in the middle of breakfast. The horrified expression on her face was enough for Hermione, Harry and Draco to burst into laughter. The children however were not making a sound and this struck Ginny as very odd indeed.

"Mione, why are the kids so quiet?" Ginny asked frowning.

"Sorry, Gin. We heard you whispering as you came in so--" Harry explained with a guilty little grin.

Hermione immediately reversed the 'Silencio' charm Harry had placed on the children and the twins found their voices once more.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Angel squealed from her seat at the table.

"Hello, baby. Were you a good girl for Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione?" Ginny asked smiling nervously.

"Yes!" Angel answered. As if her answer would be any different.

"They were perfect, Gin. No problems at all," Hermione told her. "Have you two had breakfast yet?"

"No, we were in a bit of a hurry this morning," Draco replied still grinning.

Harry clapped Draco on the back. "Take a seat. Mione tends to over cater when the kids are here."

Draco and Ginny took a seat at the table opposite the twins. Both Ginny and Draco noticed that Drake did not look at all happy.

"Drake, you're a bit quiet this morning. Everything all right?" Draco asked his small son.

"Why didn't Mummy come back here?" Drake said quietly.

"What do you mean? She's here now?"

"He was a little funny this morning when he discovered that Gin wasn't here," Harry said softly.

"Mummy, why didn't you come back last night?" Drake asked.

"Well, I stayed--" Ginny started, the pained expression on her face was enough for Draco to take over.

"Your Mother and I spent the night at Malfoy Manor." Draco informed all at the table.

"Did you give--" Drake started only to be cut off.

"Drake, you do not want to finish that question," Draco told him firmly.

"But--"

"No buts! Your mother and I are adults, and what we do is our business and no one else's -- that includes you." Draco took a leaf from Ginny's book when she had dealt with him the night before -- he left no room for discussion.

"All right, Daddy," Drake said sulkily.

"Good. We have an understanding, then." Draco smirked. He felt as if he'd won the World Cup. He had actually averted any uncomfortable questions from his son.

"If you and Mummy are having a baby, I want a boy," Drake said very quickly. If he couldn't stop them, then he may as well make sure he didn't end up with another sister.

Ginny laughed lightly. "Drake, we're not having a baby."

"Oh, okay. I just thought you shagged last night." Drake's face was perfectly serious.

"Drake," Draco growled at him.

"But Mummy didn't come home," Drake answered matter-of-factly.

"Drake, that doesn't mean that we're having a baby," Draco informed him.

"Oh, okay then." Drake shrugged and went back to his breakfast.

"You really have to have another talk with him. This is getting beyond a joke," Ginny whispered in Draco's ear.

"I know! I know! It's just finding the right words to say," Draco told her as he ran a hand through his hair.

Every time he and Drake discussed the sensitive subject, he ended up imparting more information than the little boy needed to know. Draco knew he needed help dealing with this. Perhaps his father could be of assistance again or maybe Ginny's father, surely he'd had a great deal of experience explaining this, what with all his boys.

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TRANSLATIONS

"Mr Malfoy, comme c'est charmant de vous revoir."

"Mr Malfoy, how lovely to see you again"

"Je me fie à ce que ma table soit prête."

"I trust that my table is ready?"

" Bien sûr, monsieur, par ici."

"Of course sir, right this way"

"Que penses-tu de la soupe de patate et de poireau, suivie par du filet mignon accompagné par des legumes frais de saison et un cheesecake au fraise avec une sauce de liqueur au chocolat pour dessert."

"How about potato and leek soup to start, followed by fillet mignon served with baked potatoes and fresh seasonable vegetables and for dessert Strawberry cheesecake with chocolate liqueur sauce?"

"Monsieur Malfoy, êtes-vous prêt à commander?"

"Mr. Malfoy, you are ready to order?"

"Oui, nous prendrons tout les deux la soupe de patates et de poireaux, suivie par du filet mignon accompagné par des legumes frais de saison et un cheesecake au fraise avec une sauce de liqueur au chocolat pour dessert, ainsi qu'une bouteille de votre meilleur vin rouge."

"Yes, we'll both have the Potato and Leek soup to start, followed by fillet mignon served with baked potatoes and fresh seasonable vegetables and for dessert Strawberry cheesecake with chocolate liqueur sauce, and a bottle of your best red wine"

"Tout de suite, Monsieur"

"Right away, Sir"

"Monsieur, votre vin"

"Sir, your wine"

"C'est parfait, vous pouvez remplir les verres."

"It is fine, you may fill the glasses"

"Il y aura-t-il autre chose, monsieur."

"Will there be anything else sir?"

"Non"

"No"

"Mon amour, vos yeux sont comme des étoiles scintillant dans la plus noire des nuits, vos longues boucles sont de la veritable couleur de l'amour. Je sens que si je ne vous possède pas bientôt, j'en mourerail."

"My love your eyes are like stars twinkling on the darkest of nights, your long tresses the very color of love, I feel that if I don't possess you soon I will die"

ma belle enchanteresse

my beautiful enchantress