Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warnings:
Category:
Fandom:
Relationship:
Characters:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Series:
Part 1 of I Can Fix Him, No Really, I Can…
Stats:
Published:
2025-04-25
Completed:
2025-10-04
Words:
7,664
Chapters:
2/2
Comments:
48
Kudos:
99
Bookmarks:
8
Hits:
1,666

And They Lived Happily Ever After

Chapter 2: Ginevra?

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

—--------------------------------------

 

“You were a while,” he heard Potter say as he closed the door to their shared office behind him. As if it wasn’t enough that the cunt had to take his witch from him in the first place, he had to spend every working hour in his shadow too. 

 

But hopefully, not for much longer. He just needed to finalise the details before the great Harry Potter met his untimely demise. He assumed Ginevra wouldn’t want any harm to come to him, she was pure and kind like that. 

 

“Miss me, did you?” Draco shucked out of his jacket as he said it, draping it across the back of the chair opposite his partner. “Healer Brown just wanted to talk a little longer, if you get my drift,” a further wink at Potter solidified his ironclad alibi should the thunder prick go looking for anything suspicious.

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Please tell me you aren’t fucking your therapist, mate, it’s the biggest irony,” Harry exclaimed, wiping his hand over his face in exasperation.


In truth, he had fucked his therapist once or twice as a passing fancy, and subsequently obliviated her after the event each time. There was something sardonic in the fact she would taint her justly morals with a patient more than once, even though she couldn’t remember. Turns out everyone was corruptible.

 

“Well, call me a walking cliche then,” he replied, a glint of something mischievous in his eye like he had in fact just taken a lunch break to fuck his therapist, and not kidnap his Auror partner’s wife.

 

“It’ll end in tears, I can’t wait to say I told you so,” Harry continued, shaking his head in judgement.

 

“Of course, Potter, you know best after all.” Draco drawled out across from him, an all knowing feeling sitting in his chest that just wanted to burst out and give the game away and rub it in his stupid face. 

 

“Do you mind if I knock off early and leave you to tie up loose ends here? I think I want to get home to Ginny.”

 

“Yeah sure, not a problem,” Draco replied, ever the supportive friend, “why don’t you stop at that flower shop I told you about too?” A cheeky smile to go with the statement, and he was completely out of the limelight for any wrongdoings Harry could conjure up.

 

“That’s a good idea actually,” he replied, as stupidly gleeful as ever, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Malfoy.”

 

—-------------------------------------------

 

Just as he was finishing up the last report for the day, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket—right on time. 

 

 

 


It was done. Harry Potter was of the opinion that his loving wife had finally had enough and left him, in tow with his child. It couldn’t have been a more perfect set up, the ease of which it was implemented and went entirely to plan. 

 

And now to give her the good news, the news she had no doubt been praying for all these years. Now she could breathe easy, relax into her new found life with him. They could be a real family once her baby—no, their baby was here. 

 

He swept up the stairs to his bedroom, now their bedroom, a complete clash of maroon and emerald painted the walls that surrounded them, golden accents throughout. A combination of their backgrounds, a meeting of their souls. 

 

He opened the door and stepped through, she was still right where he had left her, his stunning charm still immobilising her but wouldn’t harm her or their baby, he was sure of it.



What kind of a man would he be if he started off their love story by losing himself? No, it wouldn’t do. Lucius had made sure to set an example for him from an early age, to always respect the love of his life, and to always  pursue anything which made him happy. 

 

Draco was sure he had now achieved both in his life, especially as he enclosed on the bed that displayed his prize. He’d won, he’d got the girl, and they’d finally be happy. 

 

He didn’t need to beg, he could feel the aching she held for him, all this time.

 

He came up to the side of the bed, gazing down at his flaming beauty—her innocent eyes were wide and watched him intently, no doubt eager to show her appreciation to him for saving her, he thought. 

 

A small incantation under his breath gave her some small flexibility back, she could move her neck, her head—even her arms and legs could move a fraction, but she wouldn’t be able to run. He still needed her safe after all.

 

“Where are we?” She groaned out, something he wasn’t sure of lacing her voice.

 

“We’re safe, Ginevra, you haven’t got to worry,” he settled himself on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch her but not impose her space.

 

“Malfoy, look, just take me back,” she leant forward slightly, her hands bracing either side of where she sat, “I’ll tell Harry it was an accident, that you were just worried about me and-”


“I was worried about you, you’re right,” he cut in, still completely transfixed on his beloved as she sat up.

 

“What?”

 

“I saw how miserable you were, how unhappy he made you,” he continued proudly.

 

“That’s not-”

 

“So I saved you, and brought you here.”

 

“You saved me? You think stunning and kidnapping me is saving me?” She asked in disbelief.

 

“Well, not exactly but-”

 

“And let’s not forget the creepy text messages you’ve been sending me for the last month!” Her tone was edging on the line of ungrateful, and it irked him somewhat.

 

“There's not a line in the world that I wouldn't cross for you,” he hoped the longingness he felt was portrayed in his voice. “I needed you to know I was there, waiting to get you out,” he placed his hand over hers on the bed, cupping it perfectly, “he’ll never find you here, love.”


“Malfoy,” she shifted forward towards him, even now it was entirely obvious to him that they couldn’t escape the forbidden pull of each other, “please just listen to me, okay?”

 

Ginny took his hand in hers and held them together, “you’re not well, alright?” She continued to plead, a look on her face like she was dealing with an injured animal. “We can get you the help you need, you just need to take us back.”

 

His heart lurched and the excitement within him picked up at the fact she did care for him, it hadn’t been in his head at all. 

 

“That’s not an option now, Ginevra, you should know Portkey travel is extremely dangerous and taxing to you,” he paused as he looked over her concerned face, lowering his eyes to her protruding stomach, “and the baby.”

 

Realisation dawned on her within an instant and she dropped his hand immediately, moving to cradle her heavy stomach in the next breath as she began to sob.

 

“Oh god, the baby,” she gasped out, shaking where she sat.

 

“It’s okay, once was a necessary risk,” he moved closer to her, cupping her face as his thumb drew circles on her perfect cheek, “soon, our baby will be here and we can finally be a family.”

 

“Our baby?” She whispered as her eyes grew impossibly wider. 

 

“Every child needs a father, and I’ll make you so proud. I’ll be so good to both of you,” he knew the pride in his voice was obvious.

 

“Harry is my husband-”

 

“No-” he cut above her. She didn’t have to lie anymore, she’d realise it soon enough.

 

“And I’m having his baby-”

 

“No! You don’t have to fucking say that anymore!” He grabbed both sides of her face tightly as he loomed over her, watching the sparkling little droplets fall from her beautiful blue eyes. 

 

“Malfoy, please,” she blinked more tears away, “you’re scaring me,” her voice struggled out.

 

He realised she was scared of what Potter would do if he ever found out about them, but she had no reason to fear her estranged husband any longer. He would stop Harry, even if he had to kill him. And the victory of it all would make it taste that so much sweeter.

 

“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed into her ear, “let me show you.”

 

“What?”

 

“Let me show you how good it can be,” he began ghosting soft kisses into her hair, against her neck. Her skin was electricity every time it grazed his mouth and it set him further alight. 

 

“No-” she pushed back at him, “No, please don’t do this.” 

 

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel-” he said as he angled her back to lay on the bed, balancing himself precariously on top of her, yet she still tried to play hard to get. 

 

“No, stop!” 

 

“I know you’re worried about Harry finding out-”

 

“NO-” she kept shouting out.

 

“But I’ll protect you, Ginevra.”

 

“Stop,” she gasped out as he pried her legs open, dropping his hand down to her sweet spot, to where all his dreams would come true. 

 

“There we go, doesn’t that feel good?” He mumbled close to her, blocking out her fake screaming as he caressed her clit.

 

She went entirely silent, panting and gasping from the pleasure he was plying to her wanting cunt over and over, writhing in submission.

 

As he swirled his fingers in and round, she stilled her movements and he felt a fluid gush from her—she was enjoying this. 

 

“Can you feel how wet you are? It’s clear how much you want this, how much you want me,” he gritted out heavily, as he rested all his weight on top of her, moving his hand to his trousers to lower the zipper on them. 

 

“No, no I don’t want this-” she started to move again, squriming as he bracketed her. “Oh god, I think-” the tears started flowing once more, “no, it’s my waters, Malfoy, please stop!” 

 

“Oh fuck,” he blew out against her face and before he knew it, he was pushing his throbbing cock straight into her in one hard thrust.

 

All of his dreams were coming true, he was fucking Ginevra Weasley over and over, feeling her quiver the more he pumped himself into her.

 

He looked down to see his cock coated with her blood with each drag of it, in and out of her welcoming cunt, and the sight was glorious. 

 

She bucked wildly into him, spurring him on, begging for him to keep taking her. He continued to pound into her harder as she wailed, her screams getting louder the more he fucked her. 

 

And she loved every second, her gasps and whimpers came with each clench of her cunt, and he was lost to the sensation. 

 

She clawed at his shoulders and back, leaving her marks in him like she was claiming him. He’s sure he heard a small protest, but he only pushed in further, as far as he could until he felt resistance.

 

“Fuck, I’m going to come in you, I’ll keep filling you up, we’ll give our baby a sibling straight away,” he panted out as his forehead rested against hers, feeling her clammy skin touch his own, “they never need to know what really happened, I’ll keep you both safe.”

 

It’s a promise, one that only the two of them would recall in this perfect moment, a declaration of what their love will do. 

 

“Stop, you’re hurting me,” she tried with more protests of morality, but he knew her heart, he knew she was his and she wanted this, “you’re hurting the baby, please!”

 

“I can feel you tightening around my cock, fuck, yes,” he fucked into her roughly, “come for me, baby, show me you're mine!” He groaned out as spurt after spurt left his aching cock to paint her clenching walls, leaving him shuddering as the ropes of his cum filled her.

 

“I’ll never be yours-” his hands found his way to grip her throat as she tried to gasp out the insult. “This is not your baby.”

 

“How could you say that to me?” He squeezed his hands tighter, just to prove the point of how much she had truly hurt him. “We just made love, before you give birth to our child, why do you have to be such a hateful bitch!”

 

He felt a further twitch beneath his grip as his fingers crushed around her throat, a feeling of anger quickly morphing into something else, something darker. 

 

“After everything I’ve done for you!” He shouted the words at her as she lay there staring up at the ceiling, while his hands continued to show his emotion. 

 

After a moment he remembered himself, he started down at her perfect skin as it gleamed in the moonlight, an errant tear of happiness slowly dipping it's way down her cheek. He realised her hormones must be running wild in the throes of her labour and making love to him, she wasn't thinking clearly, she didn't mean any of it. She was still his Ginevra.

 

“Ginevra?”

 

But she made no response, she was as still as the black lake, her body was limp and lifeless. Her hand fell from where it rested on her pregnant belly, her mottled skin turning whiter by the second with all the blood sinking from it, her dishevelled hair splayed on the pillow.

 

Fuck. 

 

She wasn’t breathing. 

 

“No,” he loosened his grip immediately and began pawing at her face. “No, you fucking wake up now!” 

 

“No, no, no, no,” he pulled her bottom lip down trying to see if he could feel her breathing, but there was no sensation there. 

 

“Ginevra,” he dropped his head onto her chest beneathe him, “I didn’t mean it,”  he continued to whine into her feverishly, “I’ll be good, I promise, just wake back up.” 

 

He'd killed her, he'd let his anger get away from him and took the only one who loved him. How could he ever forgive himself, they were going to be a family, they were going to raise their baby- 

 

“NO!” He pushed back off of her and sat on his heels, looking down at her body spread open, “the baby, no-” 

 

There was so much blood that covered the sheets, soaking through the surface where she laid—it coated her thighs and his, and he felt his cock twitch at the sight. Her legs were parted and left her cunt wide and open, dripping with his spend, so he decided to push it back into her, where it belonged. Where it would always belong because she was his.

 

He leant his head down and breathed her in, he wanted to memorise everything he could about her, to keep her alive in his mind. The scent of her, the taste of her- of them together, to remember how good it could have been. He moved his head forward and dashed his tongue out to lick up her slit. The saltiness of them and the rusty taste of blood was euphoric and made him so painfully hard once more.

 

But it wasn't enough, he needed more.  

 

“If I can just-” he pushed his hand into her further, feeling the flesh tighten all around him as he did so, “yes.” 

 

It was so tight and there was so much resistance, but if he could just get a piece of her, just something to keep of her, it wouldn’t have all been for nothing. It was their baby after all. 

 

—----------------------------------

 

Two Weeks Later 

 

-------------------------------------

 

“So, how are you, Potter?” He asked as he lifted the teacup to his mouth, looking around at the mess laid out all over the worktops in the kitchen.

 

It would appear the last two weeks hadn't been especially kind to the golden twat, and he was just spiralling further and further by the day. A shame really, he could have really grown to tolerate the speccy git now the object of his eye was out of the picture.


Draco had entered a form of disassociation the moment he realised Ginevra Weasley had stopped breathing in his arms, but he also felt it was meant to happen that way in a sense. In what better world, could you leave it in the arms of the one who loved you? She felt his love, they made their declarations to each other, she was blissfully happy when she passed.

 

At least he was able to give her that. Potter on the other hand...

 

“How do you fucking think,” Harry snapped a response. “Sorry, I just-” 

 

“I get it, it must be hard, knowing she’d rather do it on her own than with you,” he replied flatly, remembering to give his friend a look of pity as he took in the walls that once housed the love of his life. He saw her everywhere, a constant reminder. 

 

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” Harry continued, still trying to convince anyone that would listen that he wasn't a complete piece of shit. “I know we were arguing a lot, but apart from a few text messages, she hasn’t got in contact with any of us,” yes the texts from her phone were ingenious on Draco's part, “I guess you never really know someone.”

 

Could that be the start of a sense of acceptance he just heard from the great Harry Potter?

 

“That’s true, plus Ginevra was always hard headed and stubborn,” he nodded back to Potter as he wiped the edge of the saucer in front of him. 

 

“What?” 

 

“Hm?” Draco levelled his gaze back up at Harry's question.

 

“What did you just call her?”

 

Fuck. 

 

“Oh dear, Potter,” he shook his head and reached for his wand before Harry could act, delivering a silent stunner in the Gryffindor's direction. “You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?”

 

“Where is she, Malfoy, I swear to God-” Harry struggled against the magical confines, still able to speak, much to Draco's ire. 

 

“The macho display is entirely unnecessary, I’m happy to tell you where she is,” he walked up to him casually with his hands in his pockets, stopping mere centimetres from him, “but you aren’t going to like it.”

 

“If you’ve hurt her-”

 

“I thought she was special, but on reflection, she was just another selfish cunt and didn’t care about her baby’s life in the end, she just gave up,” he said in a bored tone, as he watched Harry’s mouth drop open at the sentence, rendering Gryffindor’s poster boy frozen in horror.

 

“I tried, but I couldn’t get the baby out of her,” Draco matched his gaze to Harry’s, a swirl of black filling his irises as he dropped his deadly tone an octave lower, “so I decided to take her pretty little head instead.”

 

“Wh-” Harry gasped out, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “What did you just say?”


This was it, the moment he had waited for his entire life. The fear and horror on Potter’s face had made it all worth it. 

 

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you see it, one last time...”

 

—-------------------------------------------

 

 

A few days after his altercation with Potter saw him taking a much needed trip abroad to Italy–he couldn’t return to the Chateux, it would always belong to her now. All the memories of their unwavering love and all the plans they had made together took up too much space within those french walls, it was too painful for him to even consider returning without her.

 

So he took himself off to visit an old school friend at his Vineyard, who he’d recently #learned had just married and was apparently blissfully happy, or so it would appear. But Draco knew better, there was always more beneath the surface between a married couple, and he always paid attention. 

He pondered to himself whether he and Ginevra would have even lasted under the scrutiny, had they faced any backlash of their impromptu union together, the strain would have weighed heavily on her heart no doubt being seen with him so soon after the breakdown of her marriage. They’d never have been able to admit to the world the truth of their torrid love affair, even if he thought about it and her often. 

No, what happened was a kindness. She was in a better place and no longer being bored to death by Potter, and as far as Draco was concerned, Potter’s soul could end up wherever it so pleased. 

It was time to focus on greener pastures and his bright future ahead of him, now a decorated Auror and in line to run the department, he had everything, except the thing he yearned for most. 

But as he sat there, sipping his espresso amongst the locals with the Prophet from home sat in front of him, he wondered just how captivatingly beautiful the new Mrs Zabini could really be…

 

————————————————————-

Notes:

Is that the end though?

Nope.

The sequel will be coming Halloween, featuring Hermione as Mrs Zabini.

See you there!

Series this work belongs to: