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Ginny would be lying if she said her stomach isn’t doing somersaults.
And as she watches her husband try to tackle his old school nemesis to her living room floor, their heavy breathing filling the room, all she can do is take another sip of wine to try and ease the warm tingle in her belly.
She's not surprised of course, it’s not as if this has never happened before.
Harry and Draco have come a long way since school, but their tendency to try and get a rise out of each other has not gone away one bit.
Thankfully, playfulness wins more often than not over the animosity these days, but there is no denying these two get pleasure from antagonizing each other.
And now that Ginny has had months to watch them interact, there is no doubt left in her mind; there has always been more to their obsession with each other than a mere teenage rivalry.
It all started two years ago…
After having almost no contact for almost a decade after the war, the two men had accidentally run into each other in Quidditch Quality Supplies one summer day.
The impromptu meeting had been incredibly awkward.
But while both wizards had been busy looking at anything but each other, trying to find something, anything to say to fill the uneasy silence, their sons had immediately bonded.
Albus and Scorpius had since then started attending the same Primary school and developed a close friendship, thus forcing their fathers to meet quite often, even if fortuitously so at first.
Then the play dates started.
An awkward and forced politeness had set in between the two men. But it was fragile, Ginny could tell, as unpredictable as a storm and hanging by a thread. Harry simply did not seem to know how to act around Draco and mostly did his best to avoid him.
She , on the other hand, had no such difficulty with Draco Malfoy.
She soon discovered that the blond was clever and audacious and surprisingly funny. His dry humour and sarcastic tendencies made Ginny grin, and sometimes roll her eyes. But more often than not, she laughed.
It was all so very refreshing.
It didn't take long for Ginny and Draco to become friends.
Harry noticed.
Of course, he didn’t say anything about it. But when he grew a tendency to be withdrawn and a bit short-tempered with her on Wednesday nights, Ginny eventually noticed the pattern.
Wednesdays were playdates days, the days she usually spent bantering and laughing with Draco while their sons played together.
Harry was working on those days, but sometimes he would come back home early to find Draco sitting on his couch, a glass of fine wine in one graceful hand, laughing with his wife.
The polite act Harry had bravely embraced when it came to Draco didn't last long.
It was like in school all over again, only this time Harry's animosity towards Draco somehow felt out of character, as if he was forcing it, being uncommonly cold to the blond. But Ginny knew it had nothing to do with the terrible decisions Draco had made as a teenager. No, this was Harry feeling threatened in a much more primal way.
And alright, Harry’s feelings had always been a bit extreme whenever Malfoy was concerned, but this made no sense to her. She had plenty of male friends, and none of them had ever stirred any serious jealousy in Harry before.
Her husband had always trusted her as much as she trusted him. Besides, she wasn’t doing anything wrong, except laughing at Draco’s jokes. It wasn’t her fault that the git was funny.
And yet Harry was jealous. Uncommonly so.
But… could he also maybe be a little bit envious?
Of her, of the easy friendship she had developed with Draco whereas he never seemed to know how to be himself around the blond.
So, after weeks of enduring Harry’s sullen mood, Ginny had made a patient and subtle attempt at probing his feelings on the matter. But when all she got in return was a very unjustified accusing look and a fucking sneer from her husband, she had enough. In an angry outburst, she had snapped at him that he was being unreasonable and stupid and that maybe, maybe he was the one with unresolved sexual tension regarding Draco Malfoy.
Harry’s reaction had been so immediate, so visceral, that Ginny instantly realized her spontaneous and wild statement wasn't that far off the mark.
She’d never seen her husband pale so quickly, sputtering unintelligible words, one hand flying to his hair in agitation.
Ginny would never forget the look on his face, the flush growing on his cheeks, before he had hastily fled to his office, reappearing only hours later and acting as if nothing had happened.
She had seen right through him.
She hadn’t meant to put him on the spot like that but there was no taking her words back.
There was no ignoring Harry’s distinctive reaction to them either, nor the way it had made heat spread under Ginny's skin.
Harry was a little bit jealous, yes, but that was only part of the problem.
True, he had been very embarrassed and probably confused by her statement.
But he had also clearly been flustered by her words.
Which meant… there was something there.
Something hot immediately flared in Ginny's belly.
Nevertheless, she did not confront Harry about Draco again for several months.
She could tell he had been very uneasy and she would never intentionally make her husband uncomfortable.
And perhaps she realized she also needed some time to examine her feelings about this new discovery.
Despite the undeniable heat spreading under her skin at the idea, Harry was her husband and picturing him with anyone else had never crossed Ginny's mind before.
Of course, she had occasionally caught him glancing at other women over the years. It was always quick and rather funny to her, the way his eyes would discreetly travel up a pair of legs as if he was not even aware of doing it, before glancing away, a somewhat deeper green into his eyes. To be honest, Ginny found it a bit endearing.
So, if Harry's eyes sometimes wandered, the looks never lingered and remained innocent enough. Ginny had never begrudged him for looking, Merlin knew she did it too.
However, the fact that Harry might be physically attracted to men was a surprise. He had never shown any sign of attraction towards men before.
But then, this was not any man, was it? It was not some faceless stranger either.
It was Draco fucking Malfoy.
The insufferable, arrogant, cheeky and very handsome blond. The man who had a unique talent for getting a rise out of her husband. Gods… This would explain so much about the two men's behaviours at school.
But there was one major difference from their school years: now Harry knew, he knew that Malfoy was attracted to men.
It had become public knowledge after his divorce from Astoria three years ago. Front pages of the Screeching Mandrake were splattered with stolen pictures of the newly single blond's active love life for months before the press grew tired of the scandal and eventually moved on.
Harry had seen the pictures.
And, on some unconscious level, the information must have confused him terribly.
Ginny had felt a bit stupid for not connecting the dots sooner.
Heat had suddenly spread throughout her body as images of Draco's long fingers travelling all over her husband’s body had formed in her mind. Harry, with a beautiful blush on his face, Draco with an insufferably sexy smirk on his... Harry's rough hands shaking slightly as he'd mess with soft blond locks, his deep, low sounds of passion, the hunger in his eyes as he'd sneak one hand down Drac-–Oh god...
Ginny had clenched her thighs together. There was no denying how easily the fantasy had sneaked into her mind, erupted really.
So, apparently, she very much could picture Harry with Draco. With acute and obscenely graphic details that had left her a bit breathless and with very little doubt about how it made her feel.
Right.
But Ginny also knew Harry would probably die before willingly admitting, even to himself, that he might be even slightly attracted to Draco Malfoy. This meant that the whole thing was rather innocent—far more than in her mind for sure–and honestly quite fascinating to Ginny.
So, she started observing them more closely.
She watched as Harry made a real effort to act casual around Draco, a testament to how much her words had actually rattled him, and she pretended she couldn’t see right through him.
She observed as their relationship evolved into a new stage, a kind of playful rivalry, but this time bordering on friendship, even if both men would grimace at the word. They were capable of being civil to each other, certainly. They had no trouble acting cool and polite when their sons were in the room. But they were also capable of teasing and taunting each other relentlessly until, inevitably, one ended up jumping at the other’s throat.
And as their banter grew cockier and cockier as the months went by, the first friendly duels ensued.
The tension was usually resolved in breathless laughter as harmless jinxes were thrown around the room but, occasionally, it would end up in a much more competitive and physical altercation.
And tonight, four months after the eye-opening exchange with her husband, as she watches him roll onto the floor with Malfoy, Ginny can’t help but smirk.
Yeah sure, you’re not attracted to Malfoy at all, Harry… Just having a healthy little body-on-body action, pinning him to the floor...
She would be lying if she said she didn’t like it.
She would be lying if she said these duels didn't feed her brain with images and sounds that inevitably ended up fueling her wildest fantasies.
Harry is usually so easygoing, and so controlled with everyone close to him, but not with Draco. Her husband turns into a cocky smart arse, brazen and wild, and Ginny's heart starts pumping faster every time she watches him interact with Malfoy.
It reminds her of the boy she fell in love with. The rule-breaker, the cheeky, infinitely loyal and brave Harry Potter.
But it also reminds her who her husband is outside of the walls of their home. The Auror's chief, a powerful and respected–sometimes even feared–man. Harry's aura has not diminished over the years, and even if it will probably always make him uncomfortable, he is widely admired, famously adored, and often worshipped.
But not by Draco, never by Draco.
The blond would sooner die than admit that he is not immune to Harry's aura.
And tonight, as Ginny watches her husband struggle with Malfoy, Harry's undiluted power and appeal are in plain sight, making him more attractive than ever.
Ginny fucking loves it.
And apparently, so does Malfoy.
“Oh, Fuck you, Potter!” Gasps Draco from the floor, grinning madly.
Harry is laughing, staring down at the blond, his green eyes twinkling with the smuggest glint. His Auror training easily makes him the superior one in battles but to Malfoy’s credit, he can be very sneaky and tenacious.
The blond climbs to his feet again, bracing himself for the next round.
“Go on Malfoy, give me your best,” taunts Harry, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ginny could intervene, of course.
Except she really doesn’t want to.
She knows they are having way too much fun and frankly it is quite a show. Both men have their sleeves rolled up to their elbows, their shirts rumpled (and slightly torn in Harry’s case), breathing hard into each other's faces as they start struggling again.
It’s dead sexy and Ginny would be damned if she interrupted them. Already she can foresee how this new imagery will reshape to feature in her dreams.
She drinks another long sip of wine.
Draco lets out a breathless mocking laugh when he ducks Harry’s attempt to grab his shoulders and push him to the floor.
“Getting tired, Potter?” Smirks the blond.
Harry groans in exasperation and, inevitably, his next attempt is much more vicious. And successful.
Slamming his shoulders into the blond’s chest, he grabs the back of Malfoy's thighs, unbalancing him fatally.
Draco topples back, hitting the floor with a groan of pain, but not before grabbing a fistful of Harry’s shirt to bring him down with him.
And the struggle continues on the floor; Ginny’s favourite part.
But, like a pre-written scenario, It’s not long until Harry is straddling the blond, pinning his arms to his sides, a victorious look on his face. Draco goes limp, abandoning all fight and the smirk growing on Harry’s face is incredibly sexy.
Their erratic breathings resonate loudly in the room.
And, yes, these sounds...
But then, something strange happens.
Instead of getting off Draco and throwing some incisive comment down at him as usual, Harry's whole body seems to freeze as he stares down at the blond.
Something is switching.
Ginny sits up straighter on the couch, intent on not missing any of it.
Harry’s green eyes are boring into Draco’s with such intensity that she has to remind herself to breathe. She can practically see the waves of heat coming from his body as he keeps Malfoy pinned to the floor.
Time freezes for all three of them. Ginny knows most people would expect her to clear her throat, to remind her husband that she’s still in the room. Except that Harry clearly has no clue what is going on and she really doesn’t want to stop him from figuring it out.
She’s too fascinated and turned on to put a stop to whatever is happening between Harry and Draco right now.
Whatever it is, it has been building for months, probably years.
It is Draco who eventually breaks the intense eye contact.
His head slowly rolls to the side and he searches for Ginny's eyes.
His are dark, a new depth to them.
But then, as he registers the no-doubt awed look on her face, a dangerous smirk slowly spreads on his face.
Draco winks at Ginny before suddenly thrusting his hips up, right into Harry’s groin.
The sound coming out of her husband’s throat almost makes Ginny moan aloud.
She knows that sound very well... She’s heard it a thousand times before, and she knows exactly what that sound means! But Draco is here now and he’s making Harry sound like that and it’s not just one of her fantasies, it’s real and- oh god, but this is so hot!
Colour blossoms in Harry’s cheeks but he seems stunned into some sort of freeze reaction, his eyes wide and fixed on Malfoy’s face.
“What is it, Potter? Am I hurting you?”
Malfoy’s innocent act is masterful.
But then, he thrusts his hips up again, very deliberately, and an unmistakable choked moan escapes Harry’s throat.
Draco gloats.
Ginny’s eyes very nearly roll back into her skull. Is she really watching her husband get hard for Draco Malfoy? And is she actually getting incredibly turned on by it?
Oh yes, she so is!
But Draco’s last move proves to be too much for Harry. He abruptly jumps to his feet and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
Ginny can see the flush spreading to his neck and ears as he breathes heavily, his back to her.
Malfoy lets out a low chuckle before he extends one hand towards Harry, demanding to be helped up. The dark-haired wizard only hesitates for a few seconds before grabbing it and helping Malfoy to his feet.
But Draco doesn’t let go of Harry’s hand. Instead, he tugs on it, until their chests are just short of touching.
With a saucy wink, he very gently slaps Harry’s cheek, the gesture insolent and provocative.
“They don’t teach you that kind of trick at the Auror academy, do they?” he smirks.
Harry immediately shoves Malfoy away from him, and the blond wizard chuckles as he staggers to keep his balance. Grabbing his cloak in silence, Draco spares one last cocky wink for Ginny before he goes to retrieve his son from Albus’ bedroom.
In the silence that follows, Harry is still panting hard.
And not looking at his wife.
“Harry?” she asks tentatively.
Harry winces before finally facing her. He’s looking at the floor, the walls, anywhere but at her. His cheeks are very red.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he answers quickly, busying himself with picking up a lamp that has fallen during the struggle.
Before Ginny can say anything else, Draco is back with Scorpius. He still looks very smug and seems to be enjoying himself tremendously.
“Thanks, Ginny, it was my pleasure as usual,” he smirks. “We’ll be going now. Oh and, Potter?”
Harry glances at him a bit warily.
“Don’t hesitate to call me if you ever want more training in my particular brand of–ah– Slytherin moves,” says Draco, winking at him. “Your wife has my number."
Ginny can’t help but stifle a giggle. Draco’s really got nerves!
"Say goodbye now, Scorpius.”
“Goodbye Mr and Mrs Potter, thank you!” says the boy politely.
With a flash of green flames, Ginny finds herself alone with her husband.
She feels a strange desire to laugh but the look on Harry’s face immediately stops her. But before she can decide on what to say, Harry announces he has some work to finish and promptly flees to his office.
Ginny exhales a bit shakily. Her heart is still beating madly in her chest, her mind is whirling. She sits back on the couch and brings her glass of wine to her lips, taking a long swig to set her nerves.
She’s not mad at Harry for his quick escape. She already knew Draco made something strong and heady stir inside her husband, but tonight it finally translated into a very physical reality, one that has no doubt sent Harry into a panic.
But… She's not mad at all at the surprising turn of events of the night. She’d be a hypocrite to be, seeing how aroused she still feels.
Draco is a very handsome man, there’s no doubt about that, and there’s nothing wrong with Harry being affected by it. She’s affected too!
She’s not even mad at Draco for daring to pretty much proposition her husband right under her nose. She almost expects this kind of behaviour from the git. After all, the blond loves hitting on her in front of Harry just to spite him.
And Draco is not as clueless as her husband, he’s caught a few of Ginny’s unconcealed lascivious looks at the pair of them over the last few months. She has virtually handed him all the weapons he needed.
Except that… This is more. Tonight was not just about another of Draco's games.
The blond might be very good at feigning nonchalance but no amount of acting skill can erase the hunger Ginny saw in his eyes when Harry had him pinned down.
It is clear that Draco is very much attracted to her husband. And tonight, Harry has handed the blond the perfect opportunity to gauge her real feelings about it while still getting something out of it.
How very clever, how very Slytherin of him.
So now, what?
Butterflies seem to flutter in Ginny's stomach. She has often imagined the two men together, but now it feels like the fantasy is unleashed, shoving at the borders of her mind, quickly morphing into a very enticing possibility.
And yet, Ginny also knows that even if the truth is slapping Harry in the face (quite literally in this case), he’ll still try to dismiss it.
Unless she manages to… coerce it out of him.
Maybe it’s time for her to show her own Slytherin tendencies…
She needs to talk with her husband.
And she needs to have a very serious conversation with Draco.