I'll Be Watching You

"Stop it, Draco," Ginny insisted, trying and failing weakly at attempts to pull away from his kisses. "I'm serious."

"So am I," he said, grabbing her wrist.

"Draco, I'm getting married to Harry tomorrow. Tomorrow. I'll be Mrs. Harry Potter. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" She looked into his stormy gray eyes sadly.

"No. You belong to me, Gin. You always have and you always will. It's been ten years since you've passed out of Hogwarts. Eleven for me. And back then, you belonged to me." He kissed her forcefully, his hands fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.

"No, Draco," she told him, helping him and taking her blouse off. "I belong to Harry. I love him." She pulled him on top of her and kissed him, not sure of who she was trying to convince.

But Draco wasn't interested in sex at the moment. "Listen to me, Ginny Malfoy," he said, grabbing a lock of her hair and pulling her head close to his. "I don't care what you say. You're mine, and mine only. I love you, and I know you feel the same way." He blew gently in her ear and she whimpered. "So go ahead and marry Potter tomorrow. You and I both know that on your wedding night, he won't be your first. How many times have I had you?"

"How many times have I begged for more?" she asked quietly. "This is so stupid. I don't want to marry Harry."

"Then don't. Just tell the rest of the Weasley Clan what you've been up to. You'll shame the Weasley name for all eternity and I can make love to you whenever I want." He grinned cockily at her. "It's perfect."

"Draco... please don't joke at a time like this."

"I'm not," he said seriously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny box. "Here. An early wedding present."

Ginny looked at him in confusion, then proceeded to open the package. It was a tiny crystal ball. "A Remembrall?" she asked.

"No," he said, taking it from her hands. "A Seer." He murmured an incantation and the ball glowed scarlet. Ginny peered in and saw her face in it. "You belong to me, Ginny," he told her again, placing the ball back in the box and returning it to his pocket. "So much to the point that I will watch you at all times. When Potter lifts up the folds of your skirt to fuck you, I'll be watching you, and you'll remember that we made love. When you slave away in front your kitchen in the Potter household and play the role of the little wife, I'll be watching you, and you'll remember that you used to cook for me while I waited for you in bed. When Potter says he loves you, I'll be watching you, and you won't be able to say it back to him without thinking of me. Whatever you do, wherever you are, I'll be watching you."

"Yes," Ginny said, kissing him through her tears. "Watch me, Draco. Watch over me." She pulled him on top of her again and this time he didn't resist her.

"When your father walks you down that aisle tomorrow, I'll be watching you," he said when it was over her, taking her in her arms and kissing her shoulder.

"I know," she said.

"When you say 'I do' tomorrow, I'll be watching you," he said softly, gently focusing on the soft skin of her neck.

"I know," she said again.

"When Potter kisses the bride tomorrow, I'll be watching you," he said just before he kissed her.

"I know," she said, tears starting to fall from her eyes again.

"When Potter takes you away for your honeymoon, I'll be watching you," he whispered into her ear.

"I know, Draco," she said, turning around to face him. "I know."

"When Potter carries you onto a bed laid with rose petals with little candles on the side, I'll be watching you."

"I know," she said, kissing him once, then twice, then again so that she could have him have her one more time before she left him.

"Ginny, don't go," he begged her as they moved in unison. Her nails scratched into his back; he left love bites on her neck.

"Harry will see those," she said.

"A simple spell will cover them," he reminded her, continuing on. "You can't leave me," he said simply, sighing when the sex was through.

Ginny smiled at him. "And you can't stop me." She ran her finger over the edges of his face, tracing the outline of his eyes and nose and lips, down the big vein in his throat, then back up to the silky soft hair that had attracted her to him in the first place. "I have to, Draco. I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Fine," he said, getting off of the bed and carrying his clothes to the next room. Ginny waited for him to say something. "Oh, and Ginny?"

"Hmm?"

"When you put on your clothes and walk out of this house, when you sigh sadly and wipe the tears from your eyes and wonder why it can't be me you're marrying tomorrow, I'll be watching you."

"I know."

"And I'll be wondering the same."

"I know."

"I love you, Ginny Weasley."

"I know, Draco. I know."

"And you'll live forever in my little seeing ball. When you take your last breath years and years from now and you sigh my name before you slip into eternal sleep... you know I'll be watching you."