Ginny Weasley stared at the leopard-print thong she had just pulled out of her underwear drawer. She tried to come up with a reason it might be there. Maybe, one of her teenage boys had started cross-dressing. She summoned a house elf and asked, “Where did this come from?”
“I found them in Zachary’s room,” Tilly replied.
Ginny took a deep breath as she wondered whether she'd enjoy spending time lingerie shopping with her son. “Did you find any other women’s things in his room?”
“No, that is the only misplaced item I’ve found.”
Ginny nodded. “Thank you, Tilly. That is all.”
The house elf disapparated. Ginny tried to come up with a reason the thong would be in her house. Unfortunately, the only viable conclusion she could come to was that her husband was a lying, cheating bastard.
Ginny tossed the offensive bit of silk back into the drawer and slammed it shut. She pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes and prayed that when she opened the drawer she would see only the cotton bikini knickers she’d been wearing for the last twenty years. Taking a deep breath, she opened the drawer and was immediately assaulted by the small scrap of leopard-skin silk lying on top of her respectable knickers.
Was that why Draco was cheating on her? Was her underwear boring? He never complained. He told her that her arse had not gotten bigger after the birth of their two sons. Merlin, how she loved him for that lie. Apparently, he knew the truth about her arse, because he was now shagging someone with an arse much smaller than her own.
Growling in frustration, Ginny grabbed a pair of her own knickers from the drawer and stomped off to the shower. Maybe, after the shower, she would know what to do. Twenty minutes and a good cry later, Ginny had a plan. She charmed her face, so Blaise Zabini wouldn’t be able to tell she'd been crying. Then, she walked over to the fireplace, threw in some Floo powder, and called his name.
Blaise’s face appeared in the flames. He took one look at Ginny and asked, “What did he do now?”
Ginny took a deep breath and said, “I need you and Daphne to take the boys for tonight.”
Blaise sighed. “Is it bad?”
Ginny growled. “You might want to prepare a guest room for Draco while you’re at it.”
“Just remember, it might not be as bad as you think.”
Ginny frowned. “I’m afraid it might be worse. If it comes down to it, could I stay with you and the girls for a while?”
“Of course, Daphne, Liselle, Zelda, and I would love to have you stay with us. We love Draco, but we know he can be impossible. Send the boys over for now, and then wait to see what Draco has to say before you jump to any conclusions. All right?”
“Thank you,” was all Ginny said before she cut the connection. Trying to put on a happy face, she walked towards her boys’ rooms. She found fourteen year old Zachary in his room reading a Quidditch magazine. “You’re going to stay the night at the Zabini’s tonight.”
Zachary looked up with a smile. “Cool, Liselle is a wicked flier.”
Ginny smiled at her youngest son. She was mildly surprised at the easy friendship he'd developed with Liselle. The girl was three years older, but they both seemed to have a passion for flying.
She found Devin in the parlor reading a book. “Devin, you’ll be staying the night at the Zabini’s.”
Devin stared at his mother for a moment before he said, “How much trouble is Father in?”
Ginny frowned. Devin was far too perceptive for his seventeen years. He always knew when trouble was brewing between his parents. “It’s nothing too big,” she lied.
Devin nodded and went back to his book.
An hour before their father was due home, Ginny hustled the boys through the Floo to the Zabini’s. Daphne informed her that she and Blaise had arranged for a barbecue since the summer evening was so lovely. Ginny was grateful the boys would be entertained.
With an hour left to wait, Ginny decided to fix herself up. She rarely bothered with elaborate makeup anymore. When she had finished with the makeup charms, she looked in the mirror and smiled. She still looked good. If Draco wanted to chase some floozy with a small arse, then maybe she’d just find some entertainment on the side for herself. The thought made her smile for about one minute, and then she grabbed her wand and removed the charms. Either he wanted her for herself, or he didn’t want her at all.
Ginny walked into the parlor, and sat down to wait. Draco Apparated into the room and smiled at Ginny. When she didn’t smile back he said, “Oh Hell, what’s wrong? Are the boys all right?”
“The boy’s are fine.” Ginny pulled the thong out of her pocket and tossed it at his feet. “You, however, are a dead man.”
Draco looked at what she'd tossed at his feet. “Am I supposed to know what that is?”
Ginny glared at him. “Pick it up.”
He bent down and picked up the bit of silk. He looked at the knickers and then looked at his wife. “Where did these come from?”
“They came from whatever piece of trash you were shagging in my house!”
Draco just stared at her for a moment. “Have you lost your mind?”
“No, apparently, I’ve just lost your interest.”
Draco rubbed his hand across his face and took a deep breath. “Why am I late to work several mornings a week?”
Ginny shrugged, but didn’t respond.
“I am late, you crazy woman, because I stay in bed with you too long. I have not lost interest in you. Where is this coming from?”
“It’s coming from... those damn knickers.”
Draco walked forward and gazed into his wife’s eyes. “I swear, on my name as a Malfoy, that I have never seen these knickers before. I am not cheating on you. I swear it.”
Ginny still looked at him with suspicion.
“Damn it all. Let me prove it to you. Although, my word should be good enough.”
He pulled his wand out and performed a spell to show who the owner of the item was. The name, Liselle Zabini, shimmered in the air.
“See, they belong to Liselle. I’m not that surprised. She and Devin have been spending time together since they were children. They're the same age. It’s a good match.”
Ginny frowned in confusion. “Tilly said they came from Zachary’s room.”
Draco tried to hide his smile, but he couldn’t. “Zachary and Liselle? I'm impressed. She’s three years older than him.”
Ginny burst into tears.
“What is wrong, now?”
“Zachary is my baby. He can’t be...it’s just wrong.”
Draco walked forward and hugged his wife. “Darling, your baby is a foot taller than you.”
Ginny sniffled. “That Zabini girl took advantage of him.”
Draco chuckled as he held his wife. “Ginny, I am quite sure that Zachary did not mind whatever Liselle did with him. Now that I think about it, those two are normally off racing brooms somewhere while Devin and Zelda chat in the parlor about what books they’ve been reading.”
“It’s just wrong,” she muttered into his shirt.
“Can I assume you are no longer mad at me?” Draco asked in a light tone.
Ginny glanced up at him. “You are forgiven.”
“You realize I didn’t do anything to be forgiven for, don’t you?”
Ginny poked him in the chest. “Yes you did. You passed those Malfoy genes to my boys. Now older girls are going to chase them around.”
“I accept total responsibility for that. You know they are better off than if they took after your brothers. I don’t think Ron got Granger in the sack until our last year at Hogwarts.”
“That shows what you know.”
“You’re right, Granger probably threw him down on a table in the library and shagged him senseless out of sheer sexual frustration. Poor girl, she probably had to tutor him in that as well.”
Ginny smacked him on the arm playfully. “You’re awful.”
Draco kissed the top of her head. “I believe that is what you like about me.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Can I assume you sent the boys away for the night?”
“Yes, I sent my babies into the Zabini Den of Iniquity.”
Draco kissed her neck and then whispered in her ear, “It’s been a long time since we’ve had the house to ourselves.”
“Tell me my arse is still the same size.”
“Your arse is lovely, and it is still the same size.”
“I love you,” Ginny said before she kissed him.
Blaise Zabini called out from the fireplace. “I guess you talked your way out of another tight spot, Malfoy.”
Draco pointed his wand at the Floo and turned it off without replying. He smirked at his wife and said, "I think we ought to start in the kitchen."
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