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As the heavy droplets of water splashed against her window, Ginny couldn't help but feel sentimental. After all, it seemed like all the important moments in her life were marked by rain.
Ginny Weasley sat patiently in the room of requirement, waiting for her date. Every so often she would glance up at the clock. She wasn't nervous, oh no, he had warned her in advance. And they had gotten a whole lot of potions homework today…
He had told her to meet him there at 8.30, and to wait till 9.00. He apologized in advance. She had even brought a book to read! At 8.45 she settled down on one of the couches and became engrossed in "the Hunger Games," one of the muggle books Hermione got her. She was so caught up in the novel that she jumped right out of her seat when there was a knock on the door. She glanced up at the clock; 10.30! He was 2 hours late!
She walked over to the door, only to find Ron and Hermione, who were apparently "looking" for her. But one look at the messed up hair and dishelved clothes told her that they had been snogging and wanted a better place to do it. As Ron switched into the protective brother mode, Ginny's mood deflated slightly. She sighed. "Don't worry Ronald, I was just reading, and I guess I got carried away" she told him, sadly. She held up the book to see and Hermione started a conversation about it. "Oh Ginny! That book! Did you know they're making a movie for it! You can come over one time in the holidays and we can go watch it! There are sequels as well, would you like to borrow the She was cut of by Ron dragging her into the room. She barely had time to say goodbye before she shut the door.
Ginny found herself envious of Ron and Hermione's relationship as she trudged back to Gryffindor Tower. She tried to smile at the Fat Lady as she muttered the password (it was King Weasley, by the way, because of Ron's spectacular performance at the last quidditch match against Slytherin).
She went upstairs and changed into her pajamas and got ready for bed. As she brushed her teeth, she stared into the mirror and saw her sorrow filled expression. She straightened up. "Now Ginny, you are not going to feel bad about this! You will go for a nice long fly on your lovely new broom that was a gift from Bill. You will stop thinking about that prat and have a good time. Then, you will go to bed, have sweet dreams about that cute muggle boy band, (One Derpection? Perfection? Direction!) and tomorrow you can go have a good cry with Luna, who can help you put Canary Creams in his breakfast and maybe even slip some puking pastilles into his goblet. But for now, you are going to have a nice fly one your Firebolt 200" she told herself. She nodded in agreement with herself and grabbed a coat before heading off to the pitch with her broom.
As she flew, she contemplated how nice it was and how surprisingly warm it is, for 11.00pm of course. She looped through the quidditch hoops, and circled around the stadium. Ginny Weasley was at her finest.
On the ground, a boy stood unnoticed, watching Ginny fly gracefully and nimbly. She was smiling and laughing as she flew in circles and upside down. He wanted to just watch her forever, but he needed to apologize first.
"Ginny!" he called out.
She glanced down at the boy standing in the middle of the pitch. He could feel her anger from where he stood.
She circled the stadium a few more times and finally landed on the soft ground. She met his eye carefully. "I could watch you forever, you know." He told her, smiling. "Gin, I'm so sorry, I got he began, but she cut him off. "You know, you don't have to be with me if you don't want to. I don't want to be something you feel forced to commit to. Honestly, I don't want to be trouble for you." She said, sadly. She turned away, she didn't want him to see the tears that were forming, but it was impossible for her to hold down a sniff. "Oh well" she thought, "might as well carry on" as she wiped the little dribbles of water running down her cheeks.
"Ginny, are you… are you crying?" he asked her in disbelief. She sniffed again and bit back a sob. This was all he could take. He wrapped her in his arms as her head buried itself in his neck, under his hair.
Her tears dripped down his back. All of a sudden, thunder rumbled, and he looked up into the sky as the droplets of rain started falling from the dark clouds. "We should get back, you know," he told her, as she brushed away the final tears. Only then did Ginny notice the rain. She smiled up at the sky and started dancing around the quidditch pitch, giggling.
"Come join me!" She called, as he found refuge under the sheltered seats. He shook his head in amusement as he ran out to join her, both of them dancing and laughing. Soon Ginny fell over from laughing so hard, and landed in the one dry, now muddy pitch. He reached down to help her up, but she pulled him down so he landed in the mud next to her. "You know, you have to stop missing our dates." She murmured, her voice dropping an octave. "Ginny, I am honestly so sorry. Snape held me in. I swear, he knows something is going on between us because he said I had to do detention after dinner instead of in free period. I finished at about 9.00 and I was so tired I just about fainted. I started getting ready and I guess I just fell asleep for abit." He took a deep breath. And then I went to the Room of Requirement but I heard some noises and Granger saying something like 'now you will be punished Mr. Weasley.' So, I went to the tower but Potter answered the door and said you weren't in. So I came here, and I think that's about it." The rain continued beating down relentlessly. Ginny smiled at him. She started spinning around until the go too dizzy and fell over. She reached over and brushed a piece of hair out of his eye. She smiled at him. "I love you, Draco," she told him as she stood up. He stared at her while she helped him up to before he laughed and snaked an arm around her waist. "I love you too. So, so much. But I'm cold and you know what, I think you need rest. I know I do. Come on, you can come to my dorm.
It had been the best date ever.
She fell asleep in one of his old tee-shirts, after having a nice long bath at 1 in the morning. She washed his hair with his shampoo, and she thought she never smelt better. His bathroom was nice. It was tidy and clean, both things that hers were not. Although, she thought, he did have a room to himself seeing as he was head boy. But still. She made a mental note to tidy up her own.
She fell asleep on his bed, while he went off and had a shower. She was woken up a he tried (not very well) to get into his bed without waking her up, but she just turned around and snuggled into him anyway.
The next morning Ginny went down to breakfast, still dressed in her "pajamas" and holding his hand. As they walked into the Great Hall, they were met with silence. Ginny quickly glanced around. Nobody was there! She glanced up at the clock, and she groaned. It was 11am! They had lost track of time. "Oh no, Draco, we're going to be late for class! I'll get another detention, and I haven't even started my potions essay!" She exclaimed. Suddenly, she heard a cough, and they glanced up at the teacher's table. There was Dumbledore, looking as smiley as ever. "Hello Miss Weasley and Mr Malfoy. I'm afraid breakfast is over and it is now second period." He laughed at Ginny's gasp of worry. "Well, it would be, if it wasn't Saturday" he smiled at them, his blue eyes twinkling. "Everyone else is out at Hogsmeade. I missed breakfast as well; I was too busy trying to find my socks. Fear not, Minerva left some food behind. Come! Join me. And do inform me about this relationship. Ah, young love" he smiled at them.
She smiled at the memory. Professor Dumbledore was always so supportive. She lay in bed, comforted by the pitter-patter of the rain on the window.
After they had finished school, Draco had gone on to become an Auror while Ginny became the chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. They had somehow managed to keep their daring a secret… Until one very unlucky, rainy Friday the 13th, Both Ron AND Draco decided to watch her game. It was pure coincidence that they had gotten put next to each other in the front row.
Now, Ron had nothing against Draco. In fact, he seemed like an okay bloke after Hogwarts and they did work together, not exactly in the same department but still. (Although maybe a stern talk from Hermione about how 'you need to stop hating all Slytherins' might have something to do with that) but Ron had to draw the line when he saw Draco snog his baby sister after she had scored.
"WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?" He exclaimed to both of them, already turning a lovely shade of putrid green. Despite the efforts of Ginny in the hopes of calming him down, he passed out.
He awoke to a concerned room full of Weasleys and a very worried Hermione Granger. "Oh Ron, I thought you would never wake up!" exclaimed a concerned molly Weasley who was already bustling around the room, trying to shush all the others. "What in the world made you faint?" She asked him.
"Ginny and Mal-Malfoy" he stammered. "Kissing!"
And with that mental image, he fell into the nice depth of unconsciousness.
Of course, Ginny received an angry letter on how she should next time inform her family before dating someone. Also how he was invited for dinner. She remembered how they had apparated outside the Burrow in the pouring rain, laughing but soaking wet, and holding hands while the chicken pot pie they had made began getting wet from the rain dripping through the Glad-Wrap.
"Draco, hurry! We're going to be late!" Ginny called, running up the path with the dish in nook of her arm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, look, its all wet here, did you bring the umbrella?" Draco had replied, reaching for her.
"No, I thought you were doing that!" She exclaimed.
"I'll do the rain repellant spell then, if you want" he asked. "No thank you! It's much more fun this way. Just like our date! Remember?" she questioned him. "Of course. Now, come on, let's go!" He caught her hand and they ran up the front porch, laughing and dripping wet. He reached up and knocked on the door.
"Now remember. No mean remarks, and Fleur brought her baby. Be nice. Do you remember their names?" she murmured.
"Bill, Charlie, Percy, Gred and Feorge, and Ron. He replied, counting the names off his fingers. Ginny looked up into his eyes and brushed away some water that was dripping down the side of his face. "Fred and George. But other then that you'll be fine. Oh Draco, I'm so nervous, what if they don't like you…" He laughed. "You're worried? Just remember to protect me from any dark magic." She reached up to place a kiss on his lips when the door was opened.
"Ginny! Oh it's been so long!" Molly Weasley opened the door and embraced Ginny. Little did they know that Molly had watched them running in the rain and decided that Draco would make a lovely addition to the family. "And … Draco! How lovely to meet you!" Draco glanced at Ginny but she smiled at him. "Hi Mrs. Weasley" he said, as he reached out a hand for Molly to shake but she gave him a quick hug that left all Weasley brothers that were watching feel slightly angry. "And you brought food! Lovely!" She reached out and took the bowl, and then bustled off to the kitchen.
Ginny and Draco were left with all 7 Weasley men crowding around, plus Harry. But Harry was the first to go up and greet Draco. "Hey mate, nice to see you! Glad you could make it." Ron stared at Harry in disbelief. You see, Harry and Draco worked together and it turns out they had a lot in common, and after a few butterbeers and firewhiskies they had become good friends.
Soon, all the Weasleys managed to make their way up to Draco, who smiled at each of them in return. All but Ron, who stood glaring in a corner, until dinner was announced.
It had been a successful dinner. When Ron tried the chicken potpie, he immediately forgot all the bad thoughts he ever had about Draco and invited himself over for dinner the coming weekend. Draco had been nice, and gotten on well with Victoire, and all the others, and it seemed that nobody would mind them dating. Even Fred and George decided he was too nice to use the Dark Magic products. However she did remember that when it came time to leave, all of her brothers uttered some death threats that all followed the same idea "you hurt her, you die."
Was that okay?