Winning over the Weasleys by Emeralds in the Dark Chapter 2.
Selfish intentions as always. Draco finally got to take Ginny
out on a date. A proper fucking date.
Not pasta and champagne at the manor's balcony where the night
always ended with her riding him right where he sat.
Not a secluded picnic in his garden where he could keep her
all to himself. No, this was a night out in
public, at Kismet in Diagon Alley, where the entire world
could see them. Bloody Salazar, did she ever
dress for the occasion? A waste hugging heavenly white
dress, her hair swept up in a messy bun that only made him
want to undo it with his fingers.
Draco spent the entirety of dinner battling the unholy urge
to crawl under the pristine linen tablecloth and devour her
instead of the 300 galleon meal in front of him.
By the time they left, he was glued to the back of her neck,
hand on her hip, snogging the absolute hell out of her.
As they staggered through the cobbled streets, blinding
flashbulbs went off. Photographers circled like
vultures, capturing every angle of their fusing bodies, but
neither of them cared not one bit.
They had barely made it to her flat, operating in a mess of
limbs and wine stained lips. Drunken and delirious, they
soaked each other in drunk more bubbly, and let their hands and
mouths wander. The warmth of the night
stretched on until the high of it all came crashing down in the
form of a tap, tap, tap against the window.
Jinny groaned, stumbling toward the post owl only to gag the
second she saw what it had brought the Prophet front and
centre. Jinny wrapped around him, lips
parted in a kiss that could set parchment on fire.
The Malfoy air and Harpy star seeker.
A Romeo and Juliet story. Read more on page 12 about the
Malfoy and Weasley family long standing feud.
The silence extended between them as reality sobered them
faster than any potion could. Draco excelled.
Well fuck, at least it says Marfuer, not ex Death Eater.
Jinny giggled, tossing the profits straight into the
rubbish bin. What a bright side.
Draco drawled, pushing himself off her queen bed.
Oh come off it. Jinny scoffed.
It's not a big deal, it's not like we're hiding it anymore.
Yes, but this exact angle of my tongue down your throat and my
hand squeezing your arse will have also landed on your parents
doorstep. He gestured toward the discarded
paper. So now this will be their first
impression of me. Draco grabbed a towel hanging
from her closet and made his way toward the attached bath,
internally cursing himself for letting his meandering hands get
the best of him in his whisky state.
Well, technically their first impression of you was that time
your father gave me a cursed diary.
Do you remember the one or Crocs?
Or were you too busy prancing around the school ranting about
mud, bloods and purity cleansings?
Draco frowned. First of all, I wasn't prancing
you. So were.
Do you enjoy kicking me while I'm down?
Your ego needs to be humbled, Malfoy.
What my ego needs is my head between your thighs while you're
soapy. He motioned toward the shower as
he turned on the water. So are you joining me or not?
Jinny started to tear off her robe.
We have to meet Theo, Harry, and Hermione in the leak in four
hours. Jinny warned.
She already knew how this was going to go when their days off
aligned. They always ended up spending
most of it snarled in bed, or anywhere really, until Draco was
shooting blanks and she was so sore she could barely walk.
Draco hoisted her up into his arms, his tongue dragging
between her breasts as the scalding water rained over them.
Then what will it be? Do you want me to cum all over
your face and tits, or do you want to sit in the leeky
dripping with me all night? Jinny shivered, gripping his
shoulders. You can't possibly expect me to
choose. He thrust her up.
You want both, love? Yes.
Draco groaned. My witch gets exactly what she
wants. Look who's Grayson us with their
front page presence. Theo mocked, holding up the
prophet as Draco guided Ginny through the pub.
The plethora of glares they received from the other patrons
did not go unnoticed, but Draco couldn't bring himself to pay
much mind to strangers opinions. He simply steered Ginny toward
their table, where Potter, Grainger, and Not were already
seated. Potter still looked vaguely I'll
at the sight of Draco's arm draped over Ginny while Granger
gave them a finally the secret's out sort of smile.
Theo, as always, looked puffed up.
Please throw that out. Ginny snatched the paper from
Theo's hands and crumpled it up. Hermione gleamed.
It's sort of romantic though, isn't it?
Wizarding worlds, Romeo and Juliet, Malfoy and Weasley,
present day Montaguis and capulars.
Draco narrowed his eyes. Romeo and Juliet, He'd read the
article, but he wouldn't have pegged himself all read as the
Shakespearean type. Oh, have you not read
Shakespeare? Granger quipped.
I suppose the reference might go over your head.
He scoffed. I know Shakespeare, Granger, do
you think I'm an imbecile? Well, no.
She replied a bit too quickly to be sincere.
But purebloods are famously ignorant of muggle culture, and
I assumed you weren't familiar with muggle literature.
Plus, inbreeding in muggle communities often leads to
intellectual disabilities. I can only imagine what
centuries of pureblood inbreeding may have resulted in.
Hermione looked so pleased with herself, practically preening in
her chair. It was only one day of this.
Draco exhaled through his nose. Hilarious.
A glass of fire whiskey and a gin and tonic appeared in front
of him and Ginny, the timing impeccable.
He took a sip of his drink while giving Grainger a withering look
over the rim of his glass. So, has this been going on for a
while? Then?
Potter finally spoke, filling the awkward void.
Pretty much right after Jinny found you with your wand in
Knot's mouth. Draco gulped down the burning
liquor, trying with all his might to get smashed.
Theo hoofed. Potter at least had the decency
to look ashamed. We try not to talk about that.
Jinny added dryly. You know, for the sake of
salvaging the friendship. Yes, Red here has forgiven me.
Theo grinned. And Harry, don't call her red.
Draco cut in abruptly. Only I call her red.
Theo clicked. Oh, fantastic.
Finally we get to see the guard dog Draco come out.
He's been suppressing it, it's adorable.
Draco rolled his eyes. Thankfully, Jinny took control
of the conversation, leaning forward.
All right, I'm glad that we could finally get this out on
the table. Draco and I have been seeing
each other for a while, and if we can get our friends on board,
then it makes it easier with my family and his family.
My family is my mother. Draco clarified.
Who, by the way, is ecstatic about the match.
Theo leaned over and Mark whispered.
Things like that sound pretentious.
Ginny laughed while Draco scowled.
What? I don't speak to my father,
although I'm sure he knows, and I doubt we're making a trip to
Azkaban to get his blessing. He paused, rubbing his temple.
Mother is excited, though. Why she's excited is absolutely
horrifying. Why is that?
Hermione asked, suspicion written all over her face.
Jinny snorted. She's convinced there'll be a
dozen or so little malphoids running around in the next few
years. Oh gods.
Harry nearly choked, his face turning an unhealthy shade of
green. I can't picture that.
It's innocent. Draco defended quickly.
She sees all your brothers and wishes she had been able to give
me a sibling. He shrugged, always
instinctively protective of his mother.
Speaking of brothers. Hermione interjected.
Ron is on his way. What?
Jinny shot up from her seat. Why?
I told you he shouldn't come tonight.
No you didn't, Hermione replied. You told me that.
Harry added unhelpfully. Jinny groaned.
What was I supposed to say? He came to my office asking what
we were doing later and I told him I was coming here and he
just said see you there. I wasn't about to lie, you
already told Harry. Granger defended.
Yes, but he's the one that had the strongest urge to vomit.
Yeah, still do. Ronald Weasley oppressively hung
over the table. His greetings were curt at best,
and he held the most palpable contempt for one person in
particular. Weasel.
Draco forced his lips into a thin, excruciatingly polite
smile. He knew he should be nice, knew
that he needed to win over this Weasley the most, but fuck, it
was hard. I'm here to put a stop to this.
Ron declared, arms crossed, jaw set.
It's one thing for Harry to be with not, but this, this is
taking it too far. Jin and the papers this morning
with that Leech all over your neck.
Draco forced calm under his face.
Lovely for you to join us, Weasley, Just the energy we
needed. Ron, I wouldn't have invited you
if I knew you were going to immediately go on the attack.
Hermione tugged at his forearm. Oh, so you can be mates with
not? Jinny snapped.
Who was literally shagging my boyfriend, your best mate,
behind my back, but you refused to sit and tolerate a few points
with my boyfriend who has done nothing but make me happy for
the last 10 months? Draco leaned back in his chair,
watching her in admiration. She looked so sexy when she was
furious. It's Malfoy.
Gin. Ron spat, his face turning red.
He was a deaf eater, a bigoted, bullying asshole.
He ridiculed me, our family, you.
Or is it all forgiven now? He waited until you were at your
most vulnerable after Harry. Ron paused to take a breath.
Which, by the way, I'm not excusing what he did, but come
on, the bloke is gay, what were you expecting?
And their mouth always sweeps in and I don't know, yours is you.
Draco had been silent up till now, but fuck, listening to
Weasley talk about him like he wasn't even sitting there was
grating on his last nerve. Ronald, I swear to Weasley.
Draco cut in. I've said my apologies whether
or not you wanted to hear them. Potter, Grainger, and your
sister did. I'll sit here and take your jabs
and jeers just like I've taken theirs, but what I won't do is
let you berate her for the choices I've made.
Ron's fists clenched at his sides.
Draco watched him carefully, wondering whether he was about
to get knocked on his arse. He'd never been much for
physical fights, and it wouldn't be the first time a Weasley had
punched him in the teeth. He couldn't even remember that
it had been Fred or George the first time Ron had hit him
during the Battle of Hogwarts, and Jinny had certainly had a
fair few swings. At this point, he was starting
to feel like the Weasley family punching bag.
If it came to that, Draco would have to hit back.
His own dignity depended on it, but fuck, he really hoped it
wouldn't come to that. Ronald.
Hermione hissed, yanking him down into the booth.
Beside her. Ron let out a frustrated sigh.
Fine, but I'm not talking to him.
What punishment? Draco garbled into his drink at
the absurdity of it all. He was too much of A bloody
romantic, and he was beginning to dislike that about himself.
Theo glanced between Ron and Draco, who were very pointedly
ignoring each other. Can we get back to a more
entertaining topic? Read?
Why don't you tell us about your dates last night?
I'd rather not talk about that. Ron clocked.
Draco was fairly certain he was going to develop a brain
aneurysm. If this was any indication of
how Sunday dinner was going to go, he wasn't sure he'd last the
night. He needed more research.
He needed a strategy, a way to make a better impression than
this. Every passing 2nd under
Weasley's glare of death made that task seem more and more
impossible. Draco loved Ginny, he really
did, but he didn't love the fact that she loved her family.
Why couldn't she just have deranged dead aunts and
estranged imprisoned fathers like he did?
It would make things much simpler.
We went to Gismet. Ginny began, leaning forward
excitedly. It was my first time and I Can't
Sing its praises enough. The enchantment on the building
reads you as soon as you step inside, so we didn't have to
even order. My favorite.
Wine appeared instantly, followed by gin and elderflower
tonic, and then a roast with jacket potatoes.
So close to Mum's asked where they stole their recipe.
And for dessert, lava cake. The entire evening was bloody
divine until the rats at the Prophet got tipped off and
snapped those unflattering photos of us snogging.
She finished, but the smile on her face remained and Draco
couldn't stop his own from appearing.
Watching her rave about their first public date filled him
with a quiet kind of pride. This, this was what he wanted.
Now that they were out in the open, he could finally spoil her
the way he'd always wanted to. Jinny was the sun, and he had
always felt like the moon, opposing forces not meant to
exist together. But the sun only made the moon
shine more vividly, and that's what Jinny did.
She made Draco's whole world brighter.
Miney, you really should convince Wood to take you.
Jinny added. It's wildly intimate.
Draco caught the sudden rising Granger's cheeks as she bit the
inside of them, her fingers fidgeting around her stemware.
But more surprisingly, he noted the whip of Weasley's head that
the mention of wood, the gulp, the jaw twitch, the green eyed
monster brewing behind his eyes. Even Potter glanced sideways at
Ron, the same thoughts obviously appearing through his mind.
Interesting, Wood. Ron blurted.
Why would you go to Kismet with wood?
The heat was off Draco now, but something about this was far
more entertaining. Anyway, Hermione wouldn't meet
Ron's Lear. Oliver asked me on a date last
week. She admitted, tucking the stray
curl behind her ear. But he wants me to pick the
spot. Ron's brows furrowed.
You're dating? His voice cracked, just
slightly. Draco leaned back in the booth,
suddenly enraptured by the exchange.
Umm, well, no. Hermione said quickly, her blush
deepening into the exact shade of her old house colours.
He just asked me to go out sometime.
I wouldn't say that's dating. Ron scowled.
He looked uncomfortable, tense. So for the rest of the evening,
Draco noted the mood shift. Jinny and Hermione laughed at
Theo's terrible, overused jokes, Potter and Weasley drowned
themselves in Quidditch talk. And Draco, well, he sat there,
trying his best not to say something too ostentatious.
But more importantly, he watched.
Watched the way Weasley kept stealing glances at Grainger.
Watched the way she pretended not to notice how the air
between them stretched, tort stringing silence.
Draco had spent years watching those two make embarrassingly
obvious googly eyes at each other, always assuming they'd
acted on it by now. But apparently they hadn't.
And while he wasn't one to care about the romantic entanglements
of Weasley and Grainger, he had to admit that this was far more
amusing than being the centre of scrutiny.
They flew back to the Manor, falling into the well worn
rhythm of rotating between her flat and his home.
Draco had an entire wing to herself, which meant his mother
seldom interrupted them. Now that Narcissa knew Jinny was
coming over, she had developed an irritating habit of casually
appearing unannounced, attempting to say hello at the
most inopportune times. Jinny ignored the intrusions
with an amused hello while Draco spent half his time herding his
mother out of his personal space.
I'm exhausted. Jinny crawled into his bed.
She stripped off her clothes as she moved, haphazardly tossing
them onto the floor without care.
Merlin, he loved that about her. Draco had been raised on
routine, drilled into the importance of order and
structure. He always did things properly.
Come home, remove his outdoor clothes, shower, change into
pyjamas, have tea, read before bed.
Jinny. She did whatever the fuck she
wanted. Sometimes she stripped naked and
immediately slithered under the duvet.
Other times she insisted on having a midnight snack and
summoned Topsy to bring biscuits and cocoa to eat at the hearth.
Sometimes she showered and went to bed with her hair damp, which
was utterly incomprehensible to Draco.
A drying charm took seconds. Why would anyone willingly sleep
with wet hair? She turned to where he stood by
his dresser, rummaging for his sleepwear nightshirt.
Draco reached into the bottom drawer.
He had specifically bought cosy cotton T-shirts just for her
after realising she always wore her brother's old ones to bed.
He wasn't about to have his bed smelling of one of them.
He passed it over to her before stretching his neck with a sigh,
debating whether he should shower or go straight to bed.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Jinny teased as she pulled the
shirt over her head. Draco crooned, already heading
toward the en suite Say, as the one who wasn't actively being
glared at all night. Watching your brother still
pying after Granger after all these years was quite amusing.
He mused as he unbuttoned his shirt.
You didn't have to bring up wood, you know.
If that was for my sake just to watch the Weasel squirm.
I appreciate the effort. Jinny blinked at him, looking
genuinely confused. Ron isn't finding after
Hermione. Draco paused, then turned to
look at her like she'd just spouted a second head.
Ah, yes, he absolutely is. Did you see his face when she
brought up the date? I know that look.
I'm sure I had a familiar one when Thomas was asking you out
again after you and Potter ended.
Jinny rolled her eyes. Yeah, and then you sucked a love
boy on my neck, but I couldn't even glamour.
She hoofed, burrowing farther into the duvet.
But as Hermione tells it, she and Rung kissed during the
Battle of Hogwarts, and then he never acted on it.
She went to Australia afterward, and by the time she came back,
he'd gone into aura training while she went back to Hogwarts
for our 7th and eighth years. She said he'd never brought it
up again, so she let it go and tried to move on.
Draco pulled off his trousers, tossing them into the laundry
bin before pausing. Has he dated anyone since?
Jinny squinted at him. Don't tell me Draco Malfoy is
now suddenly interested in my friends and family's love lives.
Draco shrugged. I'm trying to find some common
ground, get to the bloke to tolerate me.
Maybe I'll set him up with someone.
Jinny snorted. You play matchmaker?
He wasn't about to tell her what was actually forming in his
mind. If he could get Weasley to
listen to him for even a second, he could help the poor idiot do
something about Grainger. Pansy's words rebounded in his
head. You're a Slytherin after all.
Do your research. So he'd make a deal.
Ron had to tolerate him, had to help Draco win over the rest of
the Weasley clan. And if he did well, Draco would
help him finally make a move on Queen Swat herself.
Draco wasn't 1 to brag, he was an impeccable wizard and frankly
he had always been popular with the witches.
Jinny Weasley in his bed was proof of that.
She had gone from loathing him to shagging him to loving him.
She was the most sought after witch at Hogwarts.
Every bloke had wanted her at some point, and yet it was he
who had won her over after all was said and done.
Perhaps if he's getting shagged, he'll lay off me a bit.
Selfish intentions as always, love.
Draco grinned, casting a wink over his shoulder before
stepping into the bath. Disgusting.
Jinny shouted from the bed. Trying to get my brother laid is
not what I meant when I said you have to make amends.
Draco peeled off his briefs. Sometimes you have to get dirty,
Weasley. I thought you'd know that by
now. He shouted back.
Malfoy, if you talk about getting dirty and my brother in
the same sentence one more time, I'm leaving.
He chuckled as the steam billowed around him, muffling
her exasperated ramblings. He let Jinny think that this was
all under the innocent guise of getting Ron to talk to any girl
that wasn't his mother, sister, or best friend slash obsession.
Because if she thought for one second that he had a plan, a
real plan, she might tip off Grainger.
And that was a variable Draco couldn't allow.
No, Jinny had to be left in the proverbial dark.
On Sunday. He'd go to the borough.
He'd do his damned best to win over her family.
Though realistically, one meal wasn't going to be enough to
undo generations of mutual hatred.
So when that inevitably failed, he'd move on to Plan B.
He'd corner the weasel, and then he'd set his trap.
He turned off the shower, ran a towel over his hair, and wrapped
it low around his waist. The bedroom was cast in a dim
orange hue. From the embers of the hearth,
he expected to hear the usual sound of Jinny flipping through
a Quidditch magazine, but the room was silent.
When he stepped into the doorway, he saw her sprawled
across the bed, already asleep. One leg was stretched out, the
other bent at an angle, her body perfectly at ease in his space,
Her hair blanketed his crisp white pillows.
Her face was relaxed, eyes shut, mouth parted just slightly in a
dainty breath. Draco stopped, just stared.
Fuck, she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
Hair like fire, freckle like sunspots spotted across her skin
as if she'd been dipped in gold, as if the world had just tried
to dust them away, but left behind tiny remnants and her
eyes went open were an Oasis. Draco's fingers twitched at his
sides. He wanted to touch her, always,
every second of the day. His cock stiffened at the
reminiscence. What a fucking menace, he
thought, shaking his head. She wasn't even awake to see the
way she'd ruined him. Draco stalked to the edge of the
bed, fingers ghosting over the duvet as he peeled it back,
revealing her feet, painted white toenails, ankles that
would look delectable chained to his bed posts.
She didn't stir. His breath was steady,
controlled as he pulled the covers further, giving away the
swell of her thighs. His T-shirt had ridden up around
her ribs, leaving her bare. Draco inhaled.
Her legs were lazily parted, her cunt on full display, plush lips
like clouds kissed by scattered drops of ginger, her clit just
barely peeking out, slightly slick even in slumber.
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips.
Surely she wouldn't mind if he indulged himself with just a
taste while she slept. He crouched beside her, the
mattress dipping, but she didn't move.
His fingers, forefinger and middle, traced a path down her
slit, and he watched as goosebumps spread up her thighs,
over her stomach. A hum, a breathy sound, but her
eyes remained closed. He could smell her, the hedy
scent he adored. Leaning in closer, he kept her
legs just as they were, not daring to part them further.
His tongue flicked out, chin tilted as he dragged it through
her folds. A stifled groan rumbled in his
chest as another quiet sigh left her lips, her body responding
even in dormancy. His fingers found her clit,
rubbing feather light circles as his tongue moved just enough to
weave pleasure into the fabric of whatever dreams held her
captive. More hums, deeper breaths.
He licked idle strokes, then circled her clit, trying to
elongate his tongue, to reach every inch of her where he
couldn't. His fingers took over, pressing,
rubbing, teasing. A drowsy murmur, a shift of her
hips. Draco, go back to sleep, love,
he whispered. How am I supposed to sleep with
you eating my cunt like that? She moaned groggily as she
parted her legs wider, welcoming him in.
Draco grunted, adjusting himself between her thighs, finally able
to feast properly. I didn't want to wake you.
The words barely left his speech before he curled both fingers
inside her. She gasped.
Ah, fuck, just give me one before bed, Red, come for me
once before you sleep. His mouth sealed around her
clit, drinking her in like nectar from the gods.
Aphrodite herself had reincarnated into Geneva
Weasley, and he, a mortal, was made to worship her, to take
what she offered. He knew her body as well as his
own. Three more hollow pulls of his
mouth, four more strokes of his fingers, Then she'd break her
hips would jerk, her nails, would drag through his hair.
She'd curse and fall apart for him.
She was pleading, right on the edge, her sleepy voice
shattering into whimpers. As much as he ached to sink
inside her, to bury himself and take his own pleasure, he had
promised her one. He had woken her from her
dreams, and he needed them to be of him when she drifted back to
sleep. Andrago, Andrago.
Oh God's just one.