First off my apologize for any grammatical mistakes, I have no beta reader (I won't ask for one so please don't ask.) and English my second Language but I do learn so I do my best to re-read everything I write before I post, You guys would cry if you saw my first attempts. Secondly this is my secondary attempt to write D/G related fanfiction and hopefully I will do it justice. Set after the ending but avoiding completely for the Epilogue (which I found was total crap but that's personal peeve of mine) I hope you guys enjoy!
That being said, I do not own HP series!
"The Party of the century"
Prologue
By: Nyago
The Reddish looking liquid swirl delicately in his glass every so often as he would turn his attention from the drink in his hand to the room around him. 'I shouldn't even be here...' he thought watching so many faces he used to see back in his school days chit-chat quietly among themselves and seen to be having a grand old time. It was funny barely two years prior there was a war in the mist and now...
"Ah Mister Malfoy it's good to see you made it." Draco turn to the sound of the familiar voice as he recognize easily the very host of the party. Kingsley Shackebolt was a broad dark skin man who look very intimidating up close but quite friendly manners once the words left his lips. He was once the head of the Aurors department, an elite squat dedicating to acting like the Police force of the Wizarding community but ever since the war broke out... things had begun to shift. Kingsley now stood as the Prime ministry for all Wizards and witches; despite his status as pure-blood he was the few that did not agree to the previous prime ministry actions in ignoring the return of the dark lord.
Draco suppose now he didn't stand in that mad man side either...or had he stood in good ever? Threatening his family was all it took for him to doubt his allegiances. "I am honor that you would invite me to such magnificent party Prime minister." He bow his head slightly in respect holding his cup carefully between his fingers.
"You have every right to be here as anyone else Mister Malfoy... or young Malfoy at this case. I take it your father and mother as well?" He asked him.
Draco nod his head, "Yes well enough, the war took a toll on all of us even those who got spare never to land in prison my lord." he would had once hated the fact he would use such words to describe the man before him but times have change so he likes to think he has as well.
"Of course Harry would never allow you to land in prison after saving his life... and giving us the edge at the ending of the war and while I am not exactly fond of your... actions or your father I respect your decisions to change. I heard you given yet another generous donation to another part of our beloved community. It helps greatly having you decide to use that gold for good young Malfoy." Kingsley was never one to show praise unless well earned.
"Ah yes.. Mister Potter." Blonde man trailed off, he would forever be in debt to Harry Potter for sparing his family. "It is my duty to our community to aid when I am able beside... I like to see our home restore the way it was."
"Yes of course..." tall dark hair man spoke calmly turning his attention to see a group of familiar faces looking at him from across the room. "Appears I am being summon.." he said good naturally.
Draco only chuckled a bit, "Please do not let my presence keep you from important work Prime ministry, I am sure I can manage on my own tonight." he twist his glass before taking a small sip and watching the room ahead of them.
"Kingsley, Young Malfoy as I am sure we will be meeting very soon." He made his way towards the other group leaving Draco to quietly ponder his words. Of course... after the war everything was being watched and handle by him so it would be of no surprise if they do meet so soon. Sighing and realizing how awkward he stood out among the crown, he decide to make his way towards one of the many balconies of the palace and took a swift of fresh air into his lungs.
The night cool air felt nice against his heated cheeks and warm winter robes but it was in that very position that someone had found him. "I didn't believe it until I heard from Shackebolt speak about it... So Malfoy you actually had the guts to show your face around here?" Ginny was never one to taunt but seeing as where he once stood in the war it was hard to let by gone be by gone...just yet. Plus she wanted answers and only way to get them was from the source itself.
Draco turn at the sound of her voice that he couldn't quite pin point but the minute his gray eyes landed upon her chocolate brown one that he realize he should had known who she was but if not her flaming red hair would had given her away. "Ah... Miss Weasley.." he said softly and politely. He swore to be in his best behavior even those whom likely now have a perfectly reasonable excuse to humiliate him. After all he was an antagonistic asshole.
However when Ginny saw him turn and look into his face for the first time since the war ended, the little boy that once taunted, ruled and mocked others was no longer visible in his face instead it reflected a man who saw not only horrors of war but also the guilt accusing death to fall in their doorsteps. But even knowing that he never once took anyone life... not that if should make her feel better but it did ease her a bit still this was not the same as she remembered.
The gray eyes were slightly dull and almost empty as if fighting for a reason was no longer his purpose. "Malfoy... what happen to you?" the words left her mouth before she could stop herself from thinking about it, watching his expression seemingly so devoted off any sort of devotion or even recognition.
At the sudden question he raise an delicate eyebrow at her, "What do you mean? You expect the war never to have change things because of my family money? In case you failed to keep up with the news Miss Weasley I am nothing now but a man using his fortune to rebuilt our home." it was at simply as he was going to answer her.
Just the mere thought she might thought he would had remain the same almost set him off. It set a fire that he thought he would never be able to spark again. Ginny instead decide then she would try a different approach...
"I'm sorry... normally I am not so easily rude or let things get to me especially the past but seeing you out here looking so well broom and proper set something off me." she admitted quietly as she was horrible at keeping secrets or her feelings.
Draco only respond back to her was to sigh, "I did not ask for an explanation Miss Weasley. I am sure if it wasn't for Potter and our prime minister that everyone in that room would had jump to kill me right about now."
Ginny frown and look at him, "And yet here you are."
"I came so that I am not consider rude or a coward for hiding my face in my family home. I am a lot of things Weasley, liar, asshole, horrible person, heartless but being a coward is the last I will ever allow anyone to label me." he turn to see her expression and look into the eyes of the little girl; now all grown up look at him with the same intensity. "I may have side in the wrong of the war but in those days that wrong side to me felt right. I mistaken and learn, anything else you would like to add?" he asked her.
Never in her entire life has she seen Malfoy ever being so truthfully honest or speak to her that long but then back then there were merely children and trying to fit into the shoes of a role much more bigger than they were then. Ginny eyes inverted and looked down at the floor, shame over taking her sense and a blush develop in her cheek.
Didn't her brother warn her coming to Malfoy set something she wouldn't understand? For once Percy was right.. "Sorry." was all she could say. "I didn't mean for you to feel the need to uh... assume that I would call you a coward. I am just... shocked I guess. You seem to avoid the newspapers and even public meetings in ministry of magic that I just..."
"Assuming is what got you into this fine mess Weasley." Draco smirked as he chuckled at her.
A blush came stronger this time, "Yes... bad of me. I am not as bad as Ron I promise you.." she laughed nervously, using her fingers to pull a bit of the hair from her face.
He had to admire her bravery enough to come out here alone to face him but she was a goody Gryffindor and even though they were no longer in Hogwarts their houses somehow reflected themselves to their every day lives. He suppose looking at her blushing in front of him trying to come up with an excuse or an apology; hardly anything he would care for, was rather adorable. She had grown over the years, her flaming red hair no longer standing so horribly as her younger days instead it was brilliant darken color that seem to shine in the darkness. Her face no longer held that baby looking roundness and even some of her freckles seem to gone away leaving a little to barely visible in her cheeks. She was tubby but enough skinny and fit quiet nicely in her purple dress. Although he would had chosen a different color for her skin tone... purple that way just crashed with her hair and pale skin.
If he wasn't so hostile towards others and forget where she was coming from he might had charmed his way towards her and snog her endlessly until her bones were nothing but puddles in the floor and her seemly tame dark red hair cover his green pillow cases of his room. But having such thoughts likely get him in trouble... or killed. Trouble by his father and killed by her brothers.
Dark chuckled escape his lips as Ginny turn to look up at him, "What's so funny?" She would ask.
"I think it would be wise if you walk inside before your brothers think I have done and made you jump off the balcony... or worst killed you with a curse." he pointed out turning to ignore her now that he was done inspecting her.
Too bad she was a Weasley...
She was pretty little thing.
He wouldn't had minded now having her body moaning under him plus its being so long since he gotten laid. Perhaps he should try to seek a woman sometime... his father always reminded him to start settling down with a nice, intelligent and beautiful woman.
Ginny blinked as she spoke, "And my brothers should know what's best for me...?" She asked him curiously tilting her head to the side. "I say you are afraid of them..." she grinned.
Another chuckle, "Hardly... they didn't scare me before they don't scare me now but I rather not make a scene tonight if that's alright with you?" he responded turning to look at her sharply from the corner of his eyes.
Ginny gulped and swallow feeling her throat gone dry by just mere look. She won't deny he gotten prettier... she read everything about him as of lately like an obsessed girl but after two years of nothing coming from Malfoy mansion expect more gold donated to certain charities it was surprising to find him out of that place and into the eyes of public view.
She knew how much difficulty the Malfoy sat after the war... not that they didn't deserve it but their son didn't nearly as much as his parents. He was only a boy trying to copy what his parents tried to integrate into his mind and trying to please them only way he knew how. She likely would had ended the same if her Mother and father were high and mighty over their pure-blood status...
Thankfully the Weasley didn't give a damn.
"I...alright." she nodded, satisfied with the answer before she turn herself to walk back to the party but before she when inside she twist her head to look back at him, "You know... none of us fault you for what happen. Parents perhaps but you were just as much of a victim as the rest of us.." she whisper.
Draco eyes snapped open and wild look came into his pupils turning to see her, "Do not think I would had wanted your permission to do what I felt was right Miss Weasley. Mad man he was and threatening my family was the last straw but if I had to kill someone to get where I needed to be I would have." even if he never took a life then.
Ginny gasping turn, "You never killed anyone.. you don't think I don't know but Harry told me. You were the one that was suppose to kill Dumbledore and yet you didn't, so talk all high and mighty all you want Malfoy but everyone knows you were a victim as much as I was to Tom." and she clap her mouth shut realizing she said too much.
Tom...?
It clicked, that's right.
Voldemort name..
Tom Riddle.
"Do I pray tell were you a victim to him? You hardly seem to catch his attention." he point out.
Ginny look at him, seriously look at him dead in the eyes. "You don't know... do you...?" it wasn't a question. "I suppose I shouldn't be nearly as surprise but I can't believe your father would keep that from you..." she admitted.
It was starting to irritate him on what she was talking about and it show on his body movements, "And what exactly did he do?" he asked, masking his anger with tightening his fits.
She look at him, expression completely devoted off. "Your father put a diary in my first year at Hogwarts... you don't remember the chamber of secrets...? That was me." she told him.
Chamber of secrets...
Of course he should had known, his father told him to be a little careful that year and Potter began to show his abilities to speak paseltongue. So it open because littlest Weasley got her hands on one of Tom Riddle possessions due to his father? It made him sick to think about how low his family sunk.
He swore he would never become like his father that's why he defiled him so many times during the war even almost the final part. It was only his mother encouragement that got him through it. The delusion of grand image he had of his father began to crack when he reached his six year.
Perhaps Potter was right...
He should had listen to him before.
"If I had known..." he began lowering his eye lashes.
"But you didn't and I can't say if I should be so relief to hear that from you." she smiled at him for the first time he looked up at her.
"Why?"
"Because it means despite how much horrible person your father was he kept you out of it."
Draco scoffed at her respond, "Please he likely kept quiet so that I wouldn't babble my mouth off."
"Still whatever purpose it held you didn't know and-"
"Spare me Weasley." he cut her off. "I am not some charity work that needs to hear that and do not make my father seem like a saint now that the war is over. He is still an asshole." he told her.
Ginny wanted to laugh, "Here am I hearing the great Malfoy talk bad about his own father."
"There was nothing I wouldn't had done for him if he had actually shown the balls to do it. Perhaps it was childhood dream of seeing my father like a hero but that hold he had scatter the minute he let that...thing into our home." he tighten his grip in his hand turning away from her and realizing he said too much.
So Draco hated Tom as much as she did... "You know there is nothing wrong with expressing ones hatred towards him but I bet out of all of us, Harry hated him the most." and it was a discussion she had talked to Harry about for hours. Out of all the victims Voldemort terrorize and torture, Harry parents were taken and he was meant as the chosen one. Something he would had exchange just to have his parents alive...
Fame meant nothing if he had no one to celebrate or share with.
"Don't compare me to Potter, Weasley. We did what we could in the war, end of the story. I don't need you trying to analyze what I am feeling." he told her bitterly turning away from her.
Ginny look at how tight Draco fits had become and sighed, "I wasn't going to but your body language told me otherwise..." she walked back towards him, carefully trying to avoid him getting further angry at her. Smooth him with her words and perhaps get closer to the fascinating man that was in front of her. Never one to turn down from a challenge, Ginny decide that if she was going to fix something she needed to figure out what part was broken.
Malfoy was broken, but not completely beyond repair.
"Leave it be Weasley, you said your share go back inside with your family and those fools who seem to respect you far more than anyone else in this party." he grind his teeth trying to calm the storm that was raging inside. His eyes were wild, and burning anger boiled that he almost was sure he would be punching something tonight soon as he step out of this forsaken place.
It was best not to show any emotions to anyone else or else people might think words actually going to break the ice barrier he build over the course of the years. He would not let ANYONE else control him...
But one simple touch, one simple gesture was all it took for his body to turn back to empty calmness as he turn sharply to see her hand gently brush against the tighten grip he had now on the balcony rail. She look at him with such sincere expression that he found himself pulling towards her.
The wind was knocked from his gut the minute he lean down without thinking and brush his lips against her. He felt her hesitation and even her sudden gasp before he brush his tongue against her lips asking for entrance and fighting against her's. He moved his arms and somehow wrap one arm around her waist pulling her towards his chest while the other grab the back of her neck angling the kiss so that he could brush his lips furthers into hers.
It was the sudden urge to breath that broke them apart as he open his eyes; unaware he had close them to look at her chocolate eyes and see the blush engulf her cheek bones. "...Sorry." he mumble stepping back from her and realizing how provocative they must had looked; thanking no one was daring to step outside for some fresh air else how would he explain kissing the youngest of Weasley in the back of a balcony rails. Not that he didn't enjoy it but her family might have something to say about it.
He could hear her sighing contently actually looking like she was enjoying herself much more than he was in turn took him by surprise.
Ginny knew what she was getting into the minute she saw him standing there ages ago but she didn't think he would actually go through it...Now that she knew what it was like to kiss Draco Malfoy holy be damned she would trade to do it again. She should be gagging like the rest of her brothers but after spending a bit of time reading about what happen after and hearing Harry talk to her about the way the youngest Malfoy looked these days, she couldn't help but grown a little obsession wanting to know more.
"I don't regret it." she told him bluntly looking into his eyes when she said it and watching his reaction from shock to a smothering smirk.
"So you were waiting?" he whisper huskily to her stepping closer again.
"I was yes." and for a second time she watched his reaction and seeing the light brought into his eyes.
"Well...I just hope I didn't disappoint, it's been a very long time since I been with a woman" he lower his eyelashes and look at her with a half attempt of a smirk.
"Then hopefully for the time being the only woman." she whisper back, her sense gone over drive and almost losing themselves in the heated emotions that ran deep into her core. How was she ever this bold before was beyond her. She never acted this way against Harry; too shy to be so assertive with him but with Draco it was a whole different ball game and one she was eager to jump onto just to see how far it would take her.
"...you don't know what you are getting yourself into Miss Ginerva Molly Weasley.." he pull her into him, one arm wrap around her waist and seeing her eyes lighten by the fact he said her name. "What? I know your name... but everyone knows you prefer Ginny which suits you...for a feisty red hair." he grinned, his face inches from her and their breathing became elaborated and their lips inches apart.
"Then perhaps I should be reminded." she challenge him inching so that her lips lightly touched his and with as much will he lower his lips and took her for one final ride.
This time however there was no going back.
-End of Prologue-
Phew! I am finally done, this chapter is much harder to write due to the fact that I wasn't sure if its in character for either of them but seeing as Pottermore speaks of Draco being more affectionate, I like to think he might be a Romantic now that he has free reign over it. Please leave me your thoughts! I hope this start does it justice~!
