Special Delivery for a_shadow_there Title: The Perks of Polyjuice Potion Author: Recipient's LJ name:a_shadow_there Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley Rating: R Summary: Ginny's late hours are beginning to put a damper on her life with Draco Word Count: 1910 Warnings/Content: Oral sex, little bit fluffy. Disclaimer: These are J.K Rowling’s characters, I just like to make them play with each other. Author's/Artist's notes: I hope you like this; I tried to get as many of your requests in as possible. Happy reading!
Ginny Weasley-Malfoy stood up from her office chair and yawned, stretching her arms above her head as she did so. She’d been working nonstop since her lunch break four hours ago, her nose buried so deep in depositions and trial manuscripts that she’d started thinking that she was actually Hermione in disguise. Her job at the Ministry of Magic wasn’t exactly pleasurable – being a magical lawyer’s assistant really didn’t sound as good as being a magical lawyer – but it paid the bills and kept the werewolves from the door well enough.
She ran a hand through the mess of dark red hair that fell across her shoulders and half-way down her back, wishing that she could just go home and soak in a hot bath. The knots in her shoulders agreed, and Ginny sighed as a quick glance at the clock above her desk told her that knock-off time was only twenty minutes away.
“Ah, Mrs Malfoy. You’re still here, good.”
The voice made the witch look up, and at the sight of her boss she was glad that she’d quelled her previous desire to rush home early before he came back in.
“Yes, Mr. Knox?”
“I’ve important business to discuss with the Auror department tomorrow about this latest case, and as such I need you to work behind until all these reports are catalogued properly.”
While Jules Knox thought that the expression on his face was one of contrition, Ginny knew smug arrogance when she saw it. She was married to smug arrogance, after all.
“But sir, I’ve been here since nine this morning! Cataloguing all of these tonight will take hours.”
With a sneer that could put Lucius Malfoy to shame, Jules Knox raised an eyebrow and with a shake of his hand swept away all her concerns as easily as a house elf sweeps dust.
“Then you’d better get started, hadn’t you?”
Ginny watched with a mixture of disbelief and outrage as her boss sauntered out of the room, breathing deeply as she reminded herself over and over that killing the man wouldn’t be the way to get a promotion. She sat up straighter in the chair that now may as well have had chains strapping her down, and with a sigh reached for the pile of parchment.
As she expected, Ginny didn’t arrive home until almost eleven, a full moon hanging lazily in the star-studded sky. She stepped out of the Floo and brushed a hand through her dark red hair, feeling the unavoidable tangles pull at her scalp. The living room was only dimly lit by the moonlight shining in through the wide windows, with apparently no other sign of life. Slipping off her shoes, Ginny padded quietly into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and poking around, looking for food. As she stood by the open door, illuminated by the fluorescent yellow light, the witch started as a hand slipped around her waist and came to rest on her abdomen.
“Do I need to curse somebody?” Draco Malfoy asked, his tone attempting flippancy. The hard blaze of his grey eyes gave away his displeasure at seeing Ginny so fatigued, though, and the witch felt the corners of her lips tug upwards at his protective nature.
“If you don’t mind only seeing me for marital visits in Azkaban, feel free to kill the man,” she replied, her head lolling to one side as Draco’s hands moved up her body again and settled on her shoulders. He gently rubbed away at the tension in her muscles until a soft moan issued from her lips on a breath.
Ginny turned in his arms and lifted her face for a kiss, her eyes closing as his lips met her own. Draco pulled Ginny away from the refrigerator, letting the door close behind them, and deepened their kiss, opening his mouth to slip his tongue between hers. Ginny shivered as his hands scraped through her mane of hair and down either side of her body, and she wrapped her own arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer towards her.
Draco pulled his mouth away from hers far enough to talk, his pale grey eyes searching her wan face. “Not too tired are we, my love?” he asked quietly, though the fire blazing in his fingertips suggested that he wasn’t about to take yes for an answer to that question.
Ginny shook her head, her own eyes searching Draco’s face hungrily. “All I want is you,” she whispered, pulling his face down to her own once again.
Ginny let her head fall backwards as Draco’s mouth rained kisses over her eyelids and cheeks, across her jaw and down her neck, and she was more than happy to let him push her gently back into the living room. Neither of them stopped until the back of Ginny’s knees hit the soft couch. Draco laid her down gently onto the warm material, her brown eyes dark in the dim lighting of the room. Catching her mouth in a kiss once more, Draco ran his tongue along her bottom lip before nipping it gently between his teeth. A deep groan rumbled in Ginny’s throat and she could feel his hardening cock against her thigh as he settled in between her legs, pushing them as far apart as they would go.
Draco ran his fingertips across the soft skin of her inside thighs, smiling to himself as the action raised goosebumps across her flesh. Ginny raised her hips and he pulled her trousers and panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor without another thought. He paused for a moment to look at her; his bright gaze on the most intimate part of her body made a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
“You’re beautiful,” Draco said, the slow drawl of his words hoarse with desire. Ginny felt the heat from her cheeks spread across her body and any trace of exhaustion disappeared. She raised an eyebrow as Draco continued to stare at her, and, a teasing smile on her face, she opened her mouth wide in a yawn.
“You know, I think I’ve changed my mind. I think I am getting a little sleepy,” she said, her voice light, her eyes glinting in the light. “I might just toddle off to bed now ---ahhhh.” Her teasing words came quickly to a halt as Draco slid two fingers into her cunt, and Ginny’s head fell back against the couch.
Draco chuckled and he looked up at Ginny, eliciting low guttural noises from the back of her throat that made the hairs on his neck stand up. He lowered his head and began to run his tongue along her folds, revelling in the taste and the scent of her. Draco’s lips fastened around her clit and Ginny cried out, her fingers twisting in his hair, urging him to go faster, harder.
As the tension mounted in her body, Ginny clenched her muscles around Draco’s fingers, her hips bucking against the pressure. He increased the speed of his ministrations, smiling around Ginny’s cunt, and was rewarded for his efforts as the witch cried out once more and then fell silent, her breathing too loud in the otherwise silent room.
Not too long after, Ginny and Draco were lying side by side in the bed that they had shared for two years, Draco’s arms wrapped around Ginny’s small, warm body, his chin resting on the top of her head.
“Why do you do it, Gin?” he asked, breaking through the quiet of the room.
“Hm? Do what?”
“Work for a man you despise, at a job you hate. It’s ridiculous; you’re not even paid well.”
Ginny shook her head; they’d had this discussion plenty of times in the past - ever since she’d started the job two years ago - and her answer hadn’t altered from the original one she had given.
“Because one day I want to be the magical lawyer who gets to have an assistant, Draco, and to do that I have to start from the bottom. I won’t cut corners with this.”
“Okay, I accept that,” he said, dropping a soft kiss behind her ear. “But I do think you should talk to Knox about all the work he’s having you do,” he went on, not to be deterred from this point. “Assistant or not, you shouldn’t have to be working thirteen hours a day sorting through paper work because he can’t do it himself.”
Ginny turned onto her side and smiled up at the man beside her, placing a warm kiss on his mouth. “Whatever you say dear,” she said, more to shut him up than anything. She closed her eyes and sensed, rather than saw, Draco’s eyes roll. He knew as well as she did that she wasn’t about to say anything to her boss, but he wasn’t about to push the issue just yet. Maybe he could have a little chat to this Jules Knox himself…
The next day, Ginny walked into Jules Knox’s office an hour earlier than she was supposed to, her head held high despite the desperate need for more sleep pervading her consciousness. The man in question was already seated at his desk, for perhaps the first time since she’d started working there, coffee in hand. Jules raised his eyebrows as Ginny stalked over to his desk and slammed the file of paperwork she had completed the previous night down onto the oak table top.
“Miss Weasley, are you quite alright?” he asked, his voice as haughty as ever, the customary sneer on his round face.
Ginny raised her own eyebrows and shook her head, once. “Am I alright? No, frankly, sir I am not alright. I worked thirteen hours yesterday, and eleven the day before. Ever since I started working for you I have worked hours that even Merlin wouldn’t have put into his career, with little to no courtesy from you, and I tell you, I won’t have it anymore. I have nothing against working hard, this is my career after all, and one day I would like to be a lawyer myself. But I won’t stand for your flippant attitude towards my work, which, if I may say so myself is damn good, anymore!”
The witch took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself. The plan really wouldn’t work if she cracked and cursed him after all.
“Sir, next time I work awful hours for you, a simple thank you would suffice.”
With that, Ginny turned and walked right back out of the office again, without looking back. She headed into the bathroom located on the same floor, and a witch from another floor of the Ministry standing by raised an eyebrow as she walked into the bathroom usually reserved for wizards, rather than witches.
Standing before a ceramic sink, Ginny gazed at her own reflection, a grimace on her face as the Polyjuice Potion began to wear off. In only a few moments, Draco stood where Ginny had been, and he ran a hand through his hair as though he were glad to see it again. He smiled a little to himself as he changed into his own robes once more.
“Mission accomplished,” he said quietly to himself, Apparating away with a pop.
As he did, the real Ginny walked into her office, a gift basket that sung ‘thank you’ at random intervals waiting on her desk.