Winning over the Weasleys by Emeralds in the Dark Chapter 1
Less Malfoy, more Weasley. Her hair hung halfway down her
back in a lengthy ponytail, damp with sweat, clinging where her
spine met the bend of her arse. She was peeling off her
Quidditch kit with the kind of aggression that suggested it had
personally offended her. Draco Malfoy had been watching
Jinny Weasley for over a year now, ever since she spat at him
during a patrol under the Caro's occupation.
Or perhaps it had been since she smashed a Bludger into his face,
like he was the sole source of her rage.
To be fair, she'd taken quite a lot of her anger out on him last
year. But this year, after the war,
she acted like he didn't exist. Draco wished she'd spit on him
again, anything to acknowledge him.
But instead she treated him as if he were invisible.
They'd just finished a match against Gryffindor and Slytherin
won. Weasley had been playing Seeker,
though she hadn't been at the top of her game.
Draco had caught the Snitch, but he'd spent more time watching
her than focusing on the win. He'd heard about her break up
with Potter over Easter. News had travelled faster by
mouth than the Prophet, considering it had happened at
the Leakey Cauldron. Apparently she'd caught Potter
with his cock in none other than Theodore Knott's mouth.
According to Theo, the fallout had been catastrophic.
Opening the gates of hell scorn everyone and their mother knew
about it now. Why are you stalking me?
Malfoy? Come to gloat?
Jinny whipped her head around to glare at him.
He hadn't even realized she'd noticed him there, too entranced
with how she was shedding off layers.
You played like shite. Oh fuck right off.
No, I played like shite, you arrogant prat.
She shot back, tossing her broom to the ground with a clatter.
She yanked off her undershirt, leaving her in just a sports
bra. Draco swallowed, his throat dry
as instant arousal hit him like a hex.
Ginny Weasley was fire, and he'd always been drawn to flames.
Being a bitch to me won't make me leave.
He drawled, pushing off the door frame.
I like mean women. Turns me on.
It was probably the most reckless thing he'd ever said to
her, but he couldn't stop himself.
She paused for half a second, then balmed out a laugh.
Huh, that's rich. Aren't you the ultimate mama's
boy? I love my mother, What man
doesn't? Draco smirked.
What do you want? She demanded.
You need a distraction from Potter.
He said smoothly. You want revenge, don't you,
After he embarrassed you like that, keeping you on the
sidelines when all along he just liked sucking cock.
He ran his tongue over his teeth.
You don't know anything about Harry and me.
She stomped forward until her forehead was nearly level with
his chin. She tilted her head back, trying
her best to look menacing, but all it did was send a rush of
blood straight into his Quidditch trousers.
He was playing with matches. Why not take some of that hate
out on me? Red?
Draco murmured, brushing a fallen strand of hair from her
face. Don't call me that.
She breathed. You've been ignoring me.
He pushed until they were chest to chest.
He could feel the hardened peaks of her nipples under the
spandex. You're easy to ignore.
She scoffed. Don't lie.
He swallowed. You miss playing with me when
Potter, your brother, or Grainger weren't around.
You liked it using me as your punching bag, Admit it.
His hands moved to her arms, trapping her against him.
You were an easy target. She bit back, her lips parted,
her breath hot against his. You deserved to be punched.
Draco couldn't stop the flood of fantasies, all the times he'd
imagined this exact moment. Ginny Weasley on top of him, her
hand at his throat and his cock buried inside her cunt.
She would be strangling both simultaneously.
And you, he added, deserve to feel good.
He collided his lips with hers. He half expected her to slap
him, to shove him away, but instead she opened for him, her
lips parted, letting his tongue run with hers.
He didn't even care how sweaty they both were.
Her hands were on his Quidditch trousers, tugging at the strings
until her palm wrapped around his hardness.
He let a raggedy groan fall into her mouth.
Jinny pulled back just enough to bite his bottom lip hard enough
to draw blood. It trickled down his chin.
His wince from the sting only made her grin all the more
volatile. Prove to me you're not a
complete waste of space, Malfoy. Ten months later, Draco was
pacing the length of the sitting room in Malfoy Manor, polished
shoes clicking against the marble floor.
Blaze, Pansy, and Theo lounged on the settees, watching him as
though he were about to drop a bomb.
Truth be told, he sort of was. He had been dating Ginny Weasley
for nearly ten months, and somehow they'd managed to keep
it hidden. The secrecy drove him mad,
especially when the Prophet had gushed over her Harpy's
victories or speculated about her being one of the most
eligible bachelorettes in the wizarding world.
Worse still were the photos of her at fundraisers, all smiles
and charm, making eyes at blokes like Oliver Wood or Josh Barnes.
Whenever that happened, Draco would flew straight to her flat,
intent on reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
His way of doing so was thorough.
He'd leave an imprint of his signet ring on her thigh or arse
cheek often enough to prove his point.
They came from wildly different worlds.
Their fathers hated each other, and they had grown up hating
each other. She had an entire Quidditch team
of brothers who would prefer to see him hexed into a hospital
bed or dead than anywhere near their little sister, so their
relationship remained a closely guarded affair.
That was until last month, when his mother had started pushing
more adamantly for him to marry the younger Green Grass.
Draco had repeatedly reminded her that Astoria was 16, but
Narcissa simply responded that when she turned 17, the
Greengrass family would be ready to negotiate a formal betrothal.
That had been his breaking point.
He told his mother the truth. He was in love with Genevra
Weasley and had no intention of marrying Astoria, or anyone else
for that matter. He had expected Narcissa to
explode with anger or disappointment.
Instead, she simply stared at him wide eyed before breaking
into an eerie smile. She had immediately rushed off
to the library, pulling out old texts about when the Malfoys and
the Weaseleys had been matched before in ancient pure blood
charts, rambling about fertility and pure blood offspring that
had scared the ever living shite out of him.
His mother discussing reproduction with his secret
girlfriend wasn't something he prepared for, so he'd done the
only thing he could. He'd gone straight to Jinny to
tell her everything. Jinny had slapped him across the
face, then launched into a rant about how she wasn't ready to be
dragged into that world. But when he explained about
Astoria, about how this had been his only option to protect their
relationship, her anger had shifted.
She jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist and riding
him where he stood, neither of them relying on anything but his
strength and the lust for one another.
Later, as they lay tangled in bed, Jinny had agreed they would
tell their friends. They'd admit the relationship.
But of course there was a caveat.
Draco had to tell his friends 1st, and Jinny would handle her
friends and family, but only if he promised to try to win over
the Weaseleys, Every single one of them.
That sounded more daunting than being ordered to kill
Dumbledore, but since he hadn't backed down from that task, he
supposed he couldn't back down from this one either, although
he had failed at the first one. You look like you're about to
tell us you've got cancer. Theo quipped, taking a swig from
a very expensive bottle of Ogden's that he'd managed to
find no matter how many times Draco tried to hide it from him.
I don't think Wizards can even get cancer.
Draco pondered. No, but if one could, it would
be you. Blaise pointed out dryly,
earning a laugh from Pansy who was perched comfortably on his
knee. All right, fuck off, I need to
tell you all something. Draco grumbled, taking a stiff
drink from his glass. He raked a hand through his hair
one last time before letting out a heavy sigh.
Do you want a drum roll? Theo joked.
Draco ignored him. I'm dating Ginny Weasley.
There was a beat of silence before the three of them
exchanged amused looks. So you're telling people now?
Theo smirked. Thank Merlin.
Pansy groaned, tilting her head back against Blaze's shoulder.
It was exhausting pretending we didn't know you 2 are so
obvious. Wait, you knew Draco was
scandalised? Of course we knew.
Blaze said lazily swirling his drink.
You're not exactly subtle, mate. The heated stairs across the
room, the way you disappear right after any Harpies matches.
Not to mention Theo caught you flew into her place one night
when you claimed you were checking in on the new elves.
Theo beamed smugly. Yeah, because nothing screams
elf welfare like sneaking out in the middle of the night with a
bottle of champagne and a fresh haircut.
Before he could retort, Theo added.
Oh, let's not forget Hogwarts caught you once.
With her bent over the stands behind the Slytherin locker
room. That one stayed in my spank bank
for ages. Not.
Draco growled. And after Potter's birthday
party? Pansy chimed in.
I saw you 2 snogging in the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron.
Draco groaned, dragging his hand down his face.
Does Potter know? He turned accusatory to Theo,
not leaned back. No, I've kept it a secret.
I thought it was the least I could do, considering I was the
other man in their relationship. Yeah, well I promised her that
after I told you, Lord, and she told her friends and family I'd
somehow managed to get her father, mother, and all her
brothers to like me. Draco groaned, slumping back
into his chair. At least you didn't have to over
explain small mercies. You'd have better luck trying to
remove this. Theo said, holding up his arm to
reveal the faded remnants of his Dark Mark.
I have to make it happen. He muttered.
How the hell do you get the Weasel to tolerate you?
You have drinks with him, Grainger, and even George.
Across the room, Pansy was now looking at Blaise's ear,
completely unbothered by their conversation.
Ever since they'd started dating, their PDA had been
insufferable. Theo shrugged.
The Weasel's Potter's best mate. He didn't have a choice but to
come around eventually. Plus unlikeable people like me.
He swirled once. I got George laughing and
flattered Grainger about whatever noble 'cause she was
parading through the Ministry that week.
It was easy, he levelled. You just need to be less, you
brilliant idea. Not.
Blaze drawled less Malfoy. More.
I don't know, Weasley. He grinned as Draco visibly
shuddered at the thought. So none of you have any actual
useful advice then? Draco deadpanned, spreading his
legs wide as he sank further into misery.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Theo clapped his hands.
Try not to be a pretentious arse and you might survive dinner.
Draco groaned. Fantastic, I'll start planning
my funeral now. Don't listen to these morons,
Draco. Pansy said, rolling her eyes.
You can be lovely when you try, and you're a Sithrin after all,
don't forget that. So do your damned research,
figure out each of their interests, focus on that, and
work your way through them strategically.
She snapped her fingers as if this was the simplest thing in
the world. Start with her parents first,
then go brother by brother, show them that there's an actual
human being inside you. Draco stared at her annoyingly.
It did make him feel slightly better.
Also. She added with a pout.
Don't be a pretentious arse, that bit is important.
Should I be taking bloody notes? Draco threw up his hands.
Let's start with Potter and Grainger.
Theo suggested. We'll grab drinks at the Leeky
bottle. Already likes me.
I went to his birthday begrudgingly.
If you're going for drinks. Can Blaze and I come?
Pansy asked. We don't want to be left out
just because you 2 have started shagging Gryffindors.
I'm perfectly fine with being left out.
Blaze grinned, raising his glass.
Pansy smacked his chest. Oh, shut up.
No we aren't. Three hours after his friends
had left, Draco sat upright in bed, scrawling notes into his
journal. Molly and Arthur likes taking in
orphans. Bring them another child.
Enjoys muggle things. Read up on muggle things or ask
Granger. George lost an ear.
Funny. Percy sort of a Pratt.
Charlie Dragons, Bill, Hot wife Ron, the worst bloke to exist.
He stared at his notes, tapping his quill against the parchment
as he desperately tried to think of any redeeming qualities about
the weasel. There must be something.
Before he could come up with an answer, his flue roared to life,
and a blur of Auburn hair and sunburst freckles stumbled out
of his hearth. Merlin, does your room always
spin? Jinny swayed on her feet.
Draco shot up, crossing the room just in time to catch her before
she collapsed. Salazar, Red, are you pissed?
Told Hermione. Jinny mumbled, stroking her
fingers in his hair as if she needed something to steady
herself. She already knew.
Apparently we aren't very good at hiding it.
Yeah, my friends told me the same thing.
He carefully peeled off her jacket and guided her to the
edge of the bed before summoning Topsy.
With a crack, the little elf appeared at his bedside.
Yes, Master Draco? Jinny was startled, blinking
blearily at the sudden arrival. Could you fetch a sobering
potion and some water? Draco asked, nodding to the
drunk mess of a Weasley sitting on his bed.
Topsy's eyes widened comically. Yes, yes, right away, Master
Draco. The elf disappeared with another
crack. He glanced down at Jinny, who
was grinning drunkenly at him. You're an absolute disaster, do
you know that? She hummed, tilting her head.
Yeah, but you love it. What happened?
Draco asked, watching her closely as Topsy snapped back
into the room. The elf quickly poured the
sobering potion into a glass of water and handed it over.
Draco took it and passed it to his very inebriated girlfriend.
Jinny grimaced at the taste before uttering.
Hermione told me that she already knew and that she's been
waiting for me to tell her. Ron lost it.
Harry looked disgusted, and when I told Mum and Dad, they both
looked like I'd confessed to flunking out at school.
Draco felt a stab of something. Guilt, a bruised ego, he
couldn't be sure. Either way, it was annoying.
Most pure blood families would be somersaulting if the Malfoy
heir showed interest in their daughter, but the Weasleys?
They looked at him like he was something unpleasant.
They'd just stepped in. He'd long since buried the
ingrained bigotry he'd been raised with, but the fact
remained Jeannie's family hated him.
Whether it was for his name, his past actions, or both, it didn't
matter. What mattered was that Jinny was
so torn up about their reactions, which made Draco feel
emotions he preferred not to. You have to come for dinner on
Sunday. Jinny hiccuped before sagging
back onto the cushions. Draco sighed, standing to pull
off her boots, then her jeans. She let him strip her down.
To just her knickers like a doll, holding up her hands
expectantly, waiting for him to slip one of his old jerseys over
her head. Sunday dinner.
I can do that. He mused, tugging the jersey
over her body and smoothing it down.
I've already started making notes on what to bring up in
conversation, but not once. As for drinks at the Leakey on
Friday? He got into bed beside her and
pulled her against his chest, holding up his open journal in
front of her face. Jinny squinted at his notes as
she read out loud. Bill, hot wife, did you want me
to add the bit about being indirectly responsible for his
scar? No.
She giggled, shaking her head. I love that you're trying.
She huffed after a moment, resting her head on his
shoulder. He ran his fingers through her
hair, massaging the strands between his fingers.
I like you drunk. You're much nicer.
He teased. Shove off.
She grumbled, shifting against him, but as she moved, her body
braggarted into his thigh. Her irritation melted, her voice
dipping into a sultry whisper. Will you fuck me, Draco?
She rolled on top of him, her lips dragging along his throat,
devilish hands already slipping down the front of his pyjama
pants. Red.
He inhaled, trying to think rationally, but Jinny Weasley
didn't play fair. You're seeing double.
Exactly. She licked up his jaw.
I've always wanted to, Malfoys. Draco let his head fall back
against the pillow. Can I quote you on that?
The sobering up potion clearly wasn't working as fast as her
hands. She'd already shimmied out of
her knickers before she could go any further.
He rolled Jinny off him, pinning her wrists above her head.
But she'd already pushed his pyjama bottoms down to his
knees, and now his cock was flush against the heat of her
bare cunt beneath his jersey. He pressed his hips down against
hers. You've always loved wearing my
jersey instead of yours. Jinny smirked, shifting her hips
to drag her wetness along his length, testing his resilience.
And you've always loved seeing me in it.
Draco lowly hummed, grinding himself against her clit,
enjoying the way she bit down on her lip, her wrists still
trapped in his grasp. What else do I love, Red?
He taunted. She didn't hesitate to jump on
his. Ask me, my cunt.
Whenever I tell you to come inside me.
When I call you daddy. When I take both bollocks in my
mouth and suck. When you burn your signet ring
into my ass. She's succalled, sinfully sweet.
When I hang my mouth open just so you can fuck it.
She smiled, tightening her thighs around his hips.
Truly, Draco, for a man who pretends to hate so much, you
seem to love so many things about me.
He gripped her wrists tighter before thrusting inside her
without warning. Jinny gasped, her back coming
off the bed as he filled her. I do love you.
He rushed against her, lips rolling deeper.
Why else would I entertain this ridiculous notion that everyone
you care about needs to like me? Her cunt clenched at that, and
he growled, his restraint a thin veil.
I want to see you work for it. Jinny bucked up, matching his
pounds, walls fluttering around him.
I'm always working for it, love. He grunted, one hand sliding
down between them to strum circles through her clit while
the other kept her wrists fastened.
He knew her body too well, knew exactly how she became an
electric wire, how he could charge her pleasure, then
channel it back into himself like a current.
He'd been hard for her all damn day, thinking about what came
next, about all the Garlas he could finally attend with her on
his arm, his hands on her waist, staking his property.
Thinking about the way he'd Leah at any man who strayed too far
into her orbit. Does my sweet girl like that?
He possessed? Does she like it when Daddy
fucks her tight little cunt just right?
When he stretches her open, claims her, his thumb pressed
deeper inward. She was crumbling, her muscles
locking as her lips parted in a throaty moan.
You're the devil. She wrapped her legs around his
sides, pulling him flesh as he slammed harder, taking
everything, giving everything. Draco's vision went white as he
came. His mind flickered, unbidden to
what his mother had said earlier about breeding, fertility and
strong magical bloodlines. Fuck.
Panting, he disintegrated into her, his bed damp.
They hadn't even managed to get under the duvet.
Why do I feel like the next months are going to be chaotic?
Jinny murmured into his ear. Draco lay against her, feeling
her steady breathing and knowing exactly what she meant.
Officially taking this step, melding their lives together,
had been something they'd both avoided, something they'd been
anxious about, and it wasn't going to happen overnight.
I'm just hoping to survive. He rolled onto his side.
Parkinson, Zabini, and not had been running.
A bet on which of your brothers murders me first?
Jinny snorted, tucking her head beneath his chin.
What are the odds on Charlie? I wouldn't mind a few extra
galleons, it's 5050 on him or Bill.
He chortled. Good, I'll owl, not in the
morning. She teased, crawling into his
torso and pressing languid kisses up his neck and into his
lips. She still tasted of gin and
tonic, but he licked the remnants of liquor away,
deepening the kiss for just a moment longer.
Good night, Draco. She stretched away from him with
a kittenish yawn. Draco tucked her closer, his
fingers tracing patterns along her nape.
Good night, Red.