AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This was my entry for the 2013 Smutty-Claus Fest (smutty-claus . livejournal . com). The fest is long over and reveals are out, so I can post this for you here. This fanfic is multi-chaptered, but complete. I will post a chapter up every couple of weeks until it is finished.

Here was the prompt I worked from:

Gift for: jagnikjen

Prompt: post-Voldy era pairing mix-ups (like Ginny with Draco rather than Harry), marriage law, secret santa gift leading to sex, hot sex, romance, positive outcome.

Jjagnikjen: I hope you enjoy your story!

Thank you to the super smut-tastic Fest Mod for once again hosting such a wonderful fest and organising all the fun! Love this event & can't wait for 2014's fest to roll around!

To all: This is my first time shipping Ginny x Draco, so I hope you enjoy! Please review and let me know!

DISCLAIMER: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. It's All Coming Back To Me Now" written by Jim Steinman, produced by Columbia/Epic. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.

TIMELINE: Post-Hogwarts, A/U (2009).

MAIN CHARACTERS FEATURED (alphabetical order, last name): Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley

SUMMARY: "But when you touch me like this, and you hold me like that, I just have to admit that it's all coming back to me..."

RATING: NC-17 (MA)

WARNINGS: Smut-smut-unapologetic & explicit het smut, explicit profanity, Secret Santa gift with a naughty surprise, use of spells to compel someone to obey, married couple on the verge of divorce, Desperate&InLove!Draco, Wronged&Angry!Ginny, characters a bit OOC for the sake of the plot

Author's Additional Notes: Title of the fic, summary line, and cut scene quotes comes from Jim Steinman's, "It's All Coming Back To Me Now", which I listened to while writing this fic (Pandora's Box's version, although Celine Dion cut a nice version of the tune, too).

IT'S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW

By: RZZMG

+.~.+.~.+.~.+

"I finished crying in the instant that I left,

and I can't remember when or where or how.

and I banished every memory you and I had ever made..."

+.~.+.~.+.~.+

Ginny leaned against the closed door to Draco's bedroom and gulped down great lungfuls of air, clutching at her chest. Athletic she may be, but running full tilt through the empty halls and up the endless flights of stairs of Malfoy Manor to get to the Lord of the House's private wing was enough to put even her poor heart through its paces.

Hell, right now she'd settle for keeping the pounding organ in her chest where it belonged! The dammed thing was thudding so hard, she swore it would explode through her ribs any second to create a great bloody mess all over the plush Aubusson carpet under her feet. Ironic though such an event might be, as Draco had already shredded the poor thing to pieces (and really, what was a little more bad blood shared between ex's), still Ginny was rather fond of her organs staying right where Mother Nature had originally put them.

Thinking of the Devil...

"Excellent, I see you got my present."

She glanced up to watch, helpless, as Draco waved his wand and cast a non-verbal locking and privacy spell upon the portal at her back, assuring her no escape.

"I- can't- believe- you-" she wheezed, but was unable to continue her scolding due to a sudden coughing fit. She held up a finger to ask him to wait a moment while she got herself under control.

Leaning casually back in his high-backed, leather chair situated before the cheerfully-lit hearth, her ex-lover watched her struggle to not only breathe properly again, but also to try to break the spell that had control of her limbs. His lips twitched into a wicked smirk at her valiant, but ineffective efforts. 'Try, try again' was Ginny's favourite motto, though, and so she kept at it in silence, concentrating on holding onto the doorknob behind her back and not taking another step in Draco's direction.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me," she decried. "I haven't heard from you in a year, and then out of the blue – BANG! You pull this shit. What the hell, Draco?"

Ignoring her censure, he gave her a serpent's enigmatic smile. "So, you liked my present, then. I'm pleased to hear it." His eyes did a quick sweep of her from head to toe, noting her festive dress and fancy make-up. "And fortuitous timing, too! I see you were about to leave for the Ministry Yule Ball tonight." His grey eyes glimmered with fiendish triumph. "Looks like your date will just have to entertain himself for the evening."

"You bastard," she hissed, tightening her grip upon the door handle to stop herself from crossing the room in a jog and throwing herself into his lap, as the magic upon her compelled. "What spell is this? I can't Finite it!"

The foul ferret had tricked her with a Secret Santa gift, knowing she'd be much too curious to find out what it was and who had sent it not to open it right away. Once she'd opened the ring box (tied with a green and black bow of all things – she should have known it was from him!) and had set eyes on her gold wedding ring tucked neatly inside (she'd taken it off a year ago), she'd been trapped by the spells he'd worked into the box. The compulsion to immediately go out and find him then had been undeniable, the tracking spell had led her right to his door, and the lust spell he'd worked into it… Godric, the need to shag him was flaying her alive! Her body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her limbs trembled like some kind of potions junkie, and her knickers were soaked with her arousal.

Smoky, grey eyes glimmered with a dark amusement at her distress. "No, you can't. I doubt even the Dark Lord could have. It's my own invention. Do you like it?"

"Not particularly." No way was she giving the rotten tosser an ego boost. His head was already over-inflated as it was. "Care to remove it?"

His gaze swept down her body like a physical caress, causing the ache between her legs to bloom. "Not particularly," he replied in mimic. "It's been too long since I last saw you riled up like this, wife. Is it all coming back to you, finally – how to fight, rather than run away?" He licked his lips, and the sight of that pink tongue wetting the seam of his mouth made her squirm. "I love watching you spit fire at the world, you know."

She snarled at him in a decidedly feline manner. "Give me a wand and I'll show you just how much I remember about fighting and combustibles, ex-husband!"

He tutted at her and wagged a finger in censure. "Technically, darling, we're still married. It takes both parties to sign a divorce decree." Tapping that same finger against the corner of his lips, he considered her for a moment longer. "Tell you what, instead of searing my bollocks off, I've got a better way you can show me your passionate side, my sweet ginger snap: I want you to strip."

A flush worked its way down Ginny's body from nose to toes as she watched him lick his lips with unrestrained sexual hunger. "W-what?" she asked, aghast, even as she fought against the compulsion to submit. Gods, the spell was so powerful – like fighting off the Imperius Curse!

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes," he instructed, enunciating every word.

Unable to defy him for more than a few seconds more, Ginny unwillingly let go of her door support and reached behind her to pull loose the tie that cinched her chiffon party dress at her waist. The bow came loose with a quick tug, and she unwound the strip of satin and let it fall to the carpet.

"This is fucked up, Draco, even for you," she scowled, as angry as a nest of riled bees. "You're forcing me to do this against my will."

"Oh, I don't think you're that unwilling, my Ginny," he countered, giving her a panty-melting grin. "You've always liked these little power games we've played. It makes you come hard when I outwit you and force your hand, doesn't it?"

It did, but she hated admitting such a thing to the slippery snake. "I'll skin you alive for this!" she threatened instead. Her hands shook as she pulled down the zip at the sway of her spine, and then reached up and untied the halter top around her neck next, pulling it away. Her bare breasts bounced as they were freed from confinement, and the dress slipped to the floor to pool around her heels. "We're not together anymore – signed papers or not!" Hooking her thumbs in the cinch of her silk lingerie, she tugged them off her hips, baring herself to him once more. It had been a year since he'd last seen her au natural. She'd done her best over that time to forget him and the erotic games they'd once shared, to throw herself into a new life… "I hate you and loathe the very sight of you!"

His smirk widened with real amusement now. He stood and un-knotted his tie, sliding it from around his neck. "A hundred Galleons says you're begging me to fuck you in an hour."

Ginny snorted. "When I'm unable to disobey your commands and worked over by a Lust Charm, I'd say that's stacked odds and no bet at all."

Each button of his impeccably tailored dress shirt was undone with precise, quick movements of his nimble fingers, but he left it and the rest of his clothes on. "Two hundred says that by midnight you'll give up the idea of divorce all together, and without the spell in place."

She glanced at the clock. It was just eight now. Four hours to win her forgiveness and to get her to take him back – after what he'd done? Yeah, right. "Doubtful, lover boy, but you give it your best shot anyway."

He picked up his wand, twirled it, and gave her a knicker-dropping smile. "Oh, I plan to, love."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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