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Draco can't stop staring. He's supposed to be getting dressed, working on his tie, pulling socks on— anything, but he cannot stop looking at her.
His mouth goes dry when Ginny bends over, the sweeping, freckled skin exposed by her dress. His eyes are focused, not on the skin, but the long, slender form of a moving dragon. The ink ripples with her every movement, reaching towards the little constellation etched into her skin.
His constellation.
Draco's hands haven't moved in over five minutes, he has one sock on and his tie sits limp around his neck, he's not even attempted to fix it. Ginny looks over her shoulder, lips quirking and eyebrows raised. "Am I distracting you?"
His trousers are uncomfortably tight, but they're already teetering the ground between on time and beyond late.
Draco tips his head back, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think of the low swoop of her dress. "The things I'm going to do to you, Red." He sighs and hears her laugh.
Draco looks down when Ginny grabs his tie and fixes it with surprising grace and accuracy, "Later." She kisses his cheek, continues as gently as one can all things considered. "Let's try to survive your parents murdering me first."
"I don't think they'll kill you." He says flatly, and his chest seizes at the thought of not having her in his life. She was his firecracker. His girl.
Ginny sighs and takes a step back away from the bed where he sits. "Your father has already made one attempt on my life. I wouldn't put it past him to make another for stealing off with his only son to elope."
She says it lightly but Draco takes her first by the wrist, then by the hips, he pulls her to stand between his legs so he's looking up at his wife, speaking seriously, "You're everything to me, whatever they have to say won't change that." His hands slide up until he's cradling her stomach, still flat and hiding their little star.
"This right here, this life with you, is all I could ever want. For as long as I am alive I will never let anything happen to you," Draco pulls her hand to his lips, kisses little gold band on her finger, then he lays another to her belly, "I will always protect you. Both of you."
Ginny's brown eyes are misty when he looks back up, she rips her hand away, wiping her face dry before it can ruin her makeup too much. "Fuck. You can't—" Draco pulls her down to sit on his thigh, his arms wrapped around her. "—You can't just say stuff like that and expect me to just be okay, you've already got me hormonal is that not enough for you?" She admonishes, and all Draco can do is smile, rubbing his thumb under one leaky eye. "If you had just said it like this in eighth year, we wouldn't have spent two years dancing around each other."
"You probably wouldn't have broken my ribs either," Draco adds with a glint of mischief in his eyes. He holds her until they are assuredly late and Ginny sighs, making to stand but Draco pulls her right back down, not wanting a single doubt in her mind about his feelings for her. "I mean it, Red. I've always been gone for you. You're it for me. I will raze this earth to the ground before I let it harm you."
Ginny punches him in the shoulder, dropping her face into the crook of his neck. "You're such a prick, quit making me cry," she sniffles, and Draco kisses her red hair, running his hand down her back. "I love you too, even if I can't say it as eloquently as you do."
"That's a very big word Ginerva, don't hurt yourself," he teases and she hits him again, harder. "Ow, okay I desevered that one."
"You're damn right you did."
When she moves to stand this time, Draco lets her go, though not without his hands lingering until she pulls away. She sits back at the vanity, spells her make-up back into place as Draco hastily finishing his shoes.
He slips on his jacket and strides across the room Draco tips her head back, no trace of the smeared mascara left on her face, he smiles and leans down, lips brushing hers. "We're late already," Ginny says with a glance at the wall clock.
"Kiss me, then we'll go." He bargains.
She does, and they arrive only twenty minutes late.