The Dragon's Rose
a/n: this chap will be nicer than the other one, promise. everyones back to gettin' it on, and things are better cuz the bad guys dead. heheh, i love how that works out. shagging, no bad guy, shagging, no bad guy... come on, chant with me!
oh, by the way, ive only read romeo and juliet once, dracolover. so... i should never have read it? actually, i loved it, and i learned this swanky word... "princox". it means "insolent young man". now, if that isnt handy, i dont know what is.
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Draco yawned, the soft morning light playing across the dorm room. To his left, curled up beside him, was his fiance, the mother of his child, the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Just thinking about it made shivers run down his spine, and he smiled, brushing a stray lock of her red hair out of her eyes.
Virgina stirred, her brown eyes lazily opening. Waking up every morning to see Draco was a blessing, and she was grateful that she had been blessed with him. "Morning, love." He greeted her, a rebel strand of platinum hair falling in his eyes.
She giggled quietly, and reached up, pushing the hair behind his ear, and cupping his face in the process. Pulling his lips down to meet hers, they met in a morning kiss. Pulling away, she made a funny face. "Blech.. morning breath." She proclaimed, wrinkling up her nose.
Draco wiggled his eyebrows. "I've got just the thing." He exclaimed, and stuck his hand under his pillow, reaching around under it for a few minutes. "Aha!" He pulled out a little metal tin, which he opened, revealing a stash of magical breathmints.
Ginny burst out laughing. "You keep breathmints on hand just for situations like this?" She asked, incredulously, taking a mint and popping it in her mouth.
"You'd better believe it," He said, grinning and taking one for himself. "It's absolutely mandatory, if you want to be such a great success with the ladies as I am."
She smiled widely, and wrapped her arms around him, and they settled back into each other's embrace again. "Well the ladies can't have you now. You're mine." She declared.
"Fantastic." He said, his eyes flashing silver mischeviously. Propping himself up with his arms on either side of Ginny's face, he raised himself above her, straddling her waist. Draco leaned down, for another sweet kiss, starting out soft and then deepening, their passion igniting again.
Without breaking their liplock, Ginny's hand ran down his side, rubbing in circular motions, and she moaned into his mouth as he returned the favor, touching her stomach softly.
The curtains surrounding the bed opened, and both Crabbe and Goyle stood there, in matching underwear.
Ginny groaned in disappointment, her head flopping back onto the pillow. Draco looked at them angrily. "What the fuck do you two want?" He asked, his eyes now flashing in anger.
Crabbe cleared his throat. "Erm... You-Know-Who... he's dead."
Draco looked at them in silence, as if they'd grown extra heads. Ginny stared at them from beneath Draco's body. "How..?" She asked, bewildered.
Goyle stared at her. "Uh.. well. The ministry got him in a tower last night. The librarian.. Pince or whatever. She was with him. She threw herself out of the tower after they killed him. I think she'd gone mad."
Ginny inhaled slowly. "Wow... that... wow." She said, looking up at Draco, their eyes meeting breifly.
Crabbe and Goyle left, closing the curtains again.
"I suppose that means..." Draco began, and Ginny nodded, rolling out from under him. "My mood just went right out the window." She confirmed, gathering the comforter around her.
He groaned, rolling out of bed, grabbing some clothes and a towel. "Then I need a cold shower." He said, raising his eyebrows. "See you at brekkers, love." He said, kissing her forehead.
Ginny smiled, and snuggled back under the covers. It was a Saturday, she could stay in bed late.
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A similar scene was playing out in a Gryffindor dorm, Harry Potter's dorm to be exact. But they had received the news almost immediately it had happened, rudely interrupting them. He and Hermione were waking up groggily.
"Mm.. morning." Hermione whispered, snuggling up next to him.
Harry grunted, his face buried in his pillow.
She giggled, pouncing on his back.
Louder grunt.
"Awww, Harry, come on! Harrrrrry. Harry poo?"
Grunt.
No luck. Hermione frowned, and then beamed. Leaning over him, she lightly blew on the back of his neck. His back stiffened. Leaning closely, breathing heavily so that he could feel her breath, she lightly tugged at his ear.
He rolled over and saw the light shining into his eyes, but it made no matter. as long as he could feel her, being blinded by the light was no matter..... (This paragraph was brought to you by God of Fire, "Raping Sean, because bigger is better.")
"Morning." Hermione whispered a second time, and smiled, kissing him lightly.
"Morning... " Harry answered, kissing her again, deeply, their mouths wrestling against each other, his arms wrapping around her waist firmly, pulling her into him, so that he could feel every bit of her against himself; the shock of skin against skin so early in the morning was exhilarating.
They kissed passionately, hungry for the taste of each other, their over-hyper teenage hormones taking control, hands roaming down each other's sides, touching where they really shouldn't have ...
The gods in heaven found it such a shame that not all couples could experience such uninterrupted bliss - unlike Ginny and Draco, for example, Harry and Hermione continued, without rude interruptions.
That is of course, wonderful for them, but not so great for the other boys in Harry's dorm - who muttered their protests and left, so they wouldn't have to put up with the loud moans drifting from behind the scarlet curtains of Harry's bed.
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In the Great Hall, there was the familiar din of breakfast. Ron was shoveling food into his face, with Lavender sitting calmly at his side.
The only difference was that this was their last breakfast at Hogwarts until Christmas Break was over - so the usual din of students eating was louder, talking excitedly about going away for 3 weeks.
"Ron..." Lavender cooed, her lips curving upward into a silly smile. "Are you packed?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows, her hand squeezing his leg. Turning pink, Ron grinned.
"Yes, I am, actually... however the suitcase is in my dorm - and Harry and Hermione are shagging like rabbitts." He explained, and shuddered.
"I thought you were happy for them?" Lavender asked, sipping at her pumpkin juice.
"Oh, of course I am. I'm ecstatic for them. But I'm afraid it'll be a while yet until I can listen to her screaming his name and asking for it harder;" He said, "Not without breaking into a cold sweat and shuddering, at least."
He shuddered for effect.
Lavender laughed, a melodious sound compared to the managerie of yelling and loud talking, a calm in the midst of chaos. Ron loved Lav's laugh, it was like spring, summer, water, piano, all that good stuff, all mixed into one heavenly sound that was emitted from her lips.
Ron really wasn't great with words - he found it hard to express exactly what he was feeling into words that explained the complex emotions he felt when she laughed - all he could say was that he really liked it when she laughed. So he did, often.
"I love it when you laugh." He said, smiling.
Lavender grinned, and leaned in, nuzzling his nose with her own. "And I love it when you tell me that." She said, a soft giggle following her words.
"Oh, well, then in that case I really love it when you laugh."
"Oooh, seven points for the boy with red hair.. " She said, and then, laughing, leaned in and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"I love you." Ron whispered, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." Lavender admitted, squeezing his arm affectionately.
Harry and Hermione came down for breakfast, eventually. They slid into their seats across from Ron and Lavender, trying to avoid the goofy grins Ron was sending their way.
Lavender kicked Hermione under the table. "Was it good?" She asked, out loud.
Hermione turned a brilliant shade of magenta. "I don't feel very comfortable discussing this out here." She explained, carefully spearing some pieces of french toast on her fork.
"But yes. Bloody fantastic." She said, and promptly took a huge bite.
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice.
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Draco was in the shower. (a/n: oh. my. God. mental picture. *passes out* *falls out of chair* *gets knocked off her trolley - you get the point.)
Draco was, thus, naked.
(a/n: ................*dies*)
Hygeine was important to him - in order for him to be so incredibly drop deap sexy, he had to smell good - which meant showering daily and using unseemly doses of strong cologne. It worked - he'd gotten Ginny, hadn't he?
So anyways, with this in mind, he was shampooing his hair - another essential part of being sexy, washing your hair thoroughly, and then dousing it in unseemly doses of gel.
Anyways, he was shampooing away happily, when someone knocked at his stall door.
Draco stopped shampooing. Who the fuck was knocking on the door while he was showering? This was his sacred time, for God's sake.
"What the fuck do you want?!" He shouted, over the loud noise of the rushing water.
The door began to open -
"FUCK!! GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE .." He stopped, when he recognized Ginny. Naked, no less.
She slipped into the stall, closing the door behind her.
"How'd you get in her-" He started to ask, but was silenced by a kiss.
As she leaned away, she smiled. "About my mood..." She whispered, throatily.
Draco's hand moved to the hot water handle, and turned it on high.
The room filled with steam.
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Twenty years, four children, and two cats later..
"Moooommmmmmmmyyyy!" A 7 year old girl came running into the kitchen, her hair in pigtails.
Virginia Malfoy groaned, setting down a letter from Hermione.
"What is it, Talia?" She asked, eying the girl suspiciously - her children had the habit of getting into trouble.
"Gavin and Stephen froze Daddy again."
Virginia let out an even bigger groan. "Again?! How many times have I told them... was he in the shower again?" She asked, her frown giving way to a wicked smile.
Talia nodded fervently. Virginia smirked. "STEPHEN! GAVIN! ROWENA!" She bellowed.
Stephen and Gavin, 19 year old twins, and Rowena, 13, came rushing in. All the Malfoy children had been born with strawberry blond hair and bright, mischevious eyes and that damned Malfoy smirk.
Lining her children up in front of her, the 35 year old housewife put her hands on her hips and looked at them thoughtfully.
"Okay. Boys," She began, glaring at the twins. "I want you two to take Rowena and Talia to... somewhere. Stay out till dinner time, all right?" She instructed, handing them some coins.
Stephen grinned at his mother cockily. "Are you and Da going to.. ?" He asked, and Gavin began laughing heartily.
Ginny glared at them, and shooed them out the door. "Remember! Till dinner!" She called.
She hurried to the bathroom - she had a husband to unfreeze.
Left on the kitchen table was the letter from Hermione Potter...
Dear Ginny,
It's been so long, hasn't it? It's amazing - so much has changed. I can't believe it, it seems like you and Draco moved into Malfoy Manor with the newborn twins only yesterday.. anyways, just wanted to check in on you, and let you know we're fine.
Harry is fine, teaching DADA here at Hogwart's. He's an excellent professor, and McGonagall is doing an excellent job as Headmistress. I don't know if you heard, but Dumbledore did pass away, recently, and McGonagall took on more responsibilities as Headmistress.
I've been teaching Transfiguration as well as serving as Assistant Librarian to Parvati Patil. You remember her? She's Head Librarian. Her sister Padma is teaching Herbology. I'm sure you've heard from Ron lately, but in case you haven't, he and Lavender have moved to Scotland.
Last I heard, their daughter Jennifer was top of her class in Magic School there.
Speaking of children, our son Donald is doing fine, thanks for asking (:-)), and little Melody is doing great also. Well, I've got to run, I hope we'll see you again soon.
Love, Hermione Potter
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The Malfoy Manor sat atop a huge grassy hill, and as night fell, and the stars began twinkling, all was calm. Malfoy's smirked, Potters laughed, and Weasleys grinned, for the world was at peace, and all were happy and content.
Love holds this world together, the love of friends, of family, and of each other. And it is because of love that moments like this night can be shared - because of the love that created these families and kept them safe from harm.
"Ever close your eyes, ever stop and listen, ever feel alive, and you've nothing missing. You don't need a reason, let the day go on and on." -Wild Child, Enya
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a/n: God bless, thank everyone for their wonderful support, and please review. lots of love, vanilla.
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