A/N: Do not own HP. Thanks to my Beta, Selena.

Marry Me

The Meeting

"Marry me." His eyes looked at her coldly, and for the briefest moment, she thought that she deserved a little more romance than that, until she remembered that she had had quite a bit more romance from the blond man looming in front of her. And then she felt the shame that she had thought was behind her. She knew that she had brought him to this.

Draco Malfoy had burst into the bedroom that he had been sharing for two years with Ginny Weasley. She was sitting quietly on their bed, still in her nightgown. He had spent a very restless night on the sofa and was not in a good mood.

"Ginevra, I mean it. Either you marry me or," he paused and brushed his hand through his dishevelled hair, "or I think we are finished."

He dropped his arm and stared into her eyes. Anyone else would have only seen the anger in those pale grey eyes, but Ginny knew him better and could also see the hurt. What she didn't see was fear, and for the first time, she realized that he was serious, that he was prepared to finally leave her. She loved Draco with all her heart, and as she held his gaze, she felt her eyes fill with tears. There he stood, this man who had loved her through everything, who had been there for her when no one else was, who had fulfilled the deepest desires of her heart. She felt like such a fool. Was she really so stupid that she would ever let go of him? She felt a flutter in her stomach and knew what she had to do.

Seeing her tears, he braced himself for the final rejection. He was starting to second-guess his decision, but then he remembered that this was the seventh time he had proposed to this woman. Clearly, she did not love him enough to marry him. She had accepted someone else's proposal, but never his. Maybe she had never really accepted him. He felt a wave of heartbreak that was all too familiar, and it strengthened his resolve to end this terrible cycle of love and rejection. He knew this was the moment. This would be the last time he would ask, and possibly the last time he would speak to Ginny.

Draco Abraxas Malfoy was a very obedient little boy. He had sat quietly for the last hour, outside his father's office, waiting patiently for his father to be finished with business. Today was the day that his father promised to take him to his first professional Quidditch game. He understood perfectly that if he were to cause any trouble, he would most likely be sent to the Parkinsons' house to join his mother. Anything would be better than having to play with their obnoxious daughter, and behaving for a few hours would be well worth it when they made it to the Quidditch pitch.

Lucius Malfoy's secretary, a young and pretty witch, had given Draco some quills and parchment on which to draw. He was happily drawing pictures of ferocious dragons when he heard a tinkling laugh, followed by a sweet little voice singing one of his favourite songs.

"And down to the ground flew the golden snitch, and the Seekers raced behind all across the pitch."

Ginevra Molly Weasley was the delight of her family. Being the youngest of seven and the only girl had afforded her the luxury of attention whenever she wanted it and safety in numbers when she misbehaved. At five, she was already showing signs of the twins' influence with her mischievous pranks, Percy's influence with her quick mind, Ron's influence in temper with her screaming, and her eldest two brothers' influence (or at least their girlfriends' influence) with the way she knew how to flirt and pout until she got her way. Arthur Weasley had given in to such pouting after several weeks of her begging to accompany him to work.

Draco looked up to see a bouncing, skipping (somehow she was doing both) redheaded little girl holding hands with a tall redheaded man, who he assumed was her father. She was giggling and laughing after having just finished the little Quidditch song his mother had taught him. They were slowly (for bouncing while skipping impedes much forward motion) making their way towards his father's office. He slid down into his seat, so he could better observe the little girl from behind the secretary's desk.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Ginny beamed up at her father.

"Yes, pumpkin. Do you need to use the loo?" Arthur crouched down to his daughter's level. "If you do, the nice secretary will take you. I have an important meeting right now, and I need you to stay out here with…" He looked to the pretty brunette.

"Miss Pritchard." She smiled warmly at the little girl.

"Miss Pritchard will help you with anything you need." He started to pat her head and rise when she grabbed his robe.

"No, Daddy. I want to play with that little boy." She pointed behind him. "Can I, pleeeease?"

Arthur looked around the secretary and discovered a miniature Lucius Malfoy staring back at him with wide, grey eyes. "Ginny, I need you stay here with Miss Pritchard. Maybe she can give you some parchment and quills to draw with too." He looked briefly again at Draco before standing up, gently moving Ginny to a chair, and turning towards the elder Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy had stepped out of his office and observed Arthur Weasley talking to what appeared to be the smallest in his litter. Apparently, the blood-traitor had finally had a little girl; either that, or they had decided to make their youngest look like a girl, with long curly red hair. He was standing at his door, sneering, when he saw the little brat pointing her dirty finger at his son. Before he could make a comment, he saw two things happening that he did not like. First, his son was cowering in his seat looking afraid of the little witch. Second, Weasley was taking his daughter to the seat furthest from Draco, as if he were the one infested with doxies.

"So good of you to finally make your appointment, Weasley," he drawled. Lucius looked down his nose at the bent-over man, settling his daughter in the chair.

"Yes, I have been dealing with a small child today. You can certainly understand, I see."

Arthur knew that Lucius would not understand but felt he had to at least try to be nice in front of Ginny. "Girls, I am learning, require much more attention than the boys."

Lucius smirked (so it is a girl) and said, "So I take it your collection is complete, then?" And with that snide remark, he turned on his heel. "Let's get this meeting started," he ordered and returned into his office.

Draco and Ginny had not really paid any attention to their fathers' conversation. They were too busy looking quickly at each other and then turning back to their papers. After five minutes of quietly drawing, Ginny was bored and really wanted to play with the little boy seated close by.

"My name's Ginny. What's yours?" She had hopped down off the chair her father placed her in and started climbing into the one next to him.

"Draco Malfoy." He looked at her curiously. He had never seen a little girl in boy's clothing before. Her hair was long and curly with a purple ribbon in it, and she had a small dragon scale on a string of leather hanging around her neck. "Is that real? I love dragons. I am named after them, you know. Where did you get that?" He was pointing to her chest.

She looked down and up and then smiled very proudly at him. "It's my early birthday present from my brother Charlie. He's going to be a dragon trainer one day. I wasn't supposed to find it, but I did when I sneaked into his and Bill's room." She gave him an impish grin.

He was amazed at her bravery; he would never sneak into his parents' room. "Wow! I have a dragon's tooth in my room. My birthday is coming up, too. I will be seven. And I will get a new broom that goes really high and lots faster."

"I'm going to be six. I won't get a broom probably ever cuz we have so many already." She looked very disappointed about this.

He looked strangely at her, trying to imagine having so many brooms that you would never need another one. "You want to see my drawing? I've been drawing dragons." He scooted his chair over to hers and handed her his parchment.

Her eyes lit up as she looked at the dragons, and she handed him her drawings. "These are really good, Draco. Can I keep one?" She had tilted her head down and looked up at him through her long lashes.

Draco thought she looked funny, but he liked it. So he picked his favourite one and told her to keep it. "You must really like Quidditch. All your pictures are of people flying. And they all have red hair."

"I want to play on a team some day! Oh, and thank you for the picture!" She squealed and began bouncing in her chair. Then she jumped up and hugged him.

"Erm, it's okay. I have lots of better ones at home."

Suddenly, a loud noise of something breaking sounded from within the office where their fathers were meeting. Two frightened pairs of large eyes looked to the doors, when Miss Pritchard stepped in front of them.

"There's a sandwich trolley down the first hall to the right when you get back to the lifts. Why don't the two of you go get a snack? Here's a couple of galleons. Run along now." She handed the coins to Draco and ushered them quickly down the hall.

"Yay! We get to go on an adventure!" Ginny began her strange little bouncy walk down the hall, stuffing the picture Draco had given her into her pocket. She looked back at him, noticing that he was walking very rigidly. "Hey! Come on, we can do whatever we want now!"

"Whatever we want?" He stopped walking and furrowed his brows.

"Of course, silly. Miss Pritchard didn't tell us to come back. She didn't even say that we had to get a snack. Fred and George says that if an adult doesn't tell you zactly what not do to, you can do it." She grinned at him as she bounced on her toes.

Draco was pretty sure that he would still get in trouble if he did everything he hadn't been told not to do. He had never taken his mother's perfume, but he was sure that she would not be okay with that. "I've never heard that. Who's Fred and George?"

"My twin brothers. They are wicked smart." She looked really impressed with her brothers so he decided to follow her lead; he could always blame her if their fathers caught them.

After running down the hall to the lifts, the two stopped and looked around. There were many different halls that they could choose to explore. There were also a lot of busy-looking witches and wizards bustling around, carrying papers and other magical objects.

"Ginny, what's 'wicked smart' mean?"

"Um, Bill says something is wicked when he really, really likes it. So I guess that means they are really, really smart. My mum calls them wicked all the time." She gave him a toothy grin then grabbed his hand saying, "Let's go this way!"

The two children played in the halls for several minutes, carefully avoiding the one from which they came, and drawing much attention from the wizards and witches that were trying to work. Most of the Ministry employees simply ignored the children, recognizing the Malfoy heir (or sometimes hair), and knew better than to interfere with anything involving Lucius Malfoy. A few would glare in their direction, but the happy little pair did not even notice the negative attention as they were playing games and chatting noisily.

Eventually, however, an older witch approached the two as they were racing across the lobby. "You two need to stop creating such a ruckus! This is a business, not a playground for the two of you. Where are your parents?" She pointed her finger in their faces as she reprimanded them.

Draco puffed his chest out, stood as tall as his little frame could make him, and coldly stated, "I am Draco Malfoy, and I have permission to be out here. Our fathers are in the office, and my father would not like you speaking to us in that manner."

The woman's eyes widened, and then she looked peeved and sneered before turning and heading quickly back to her own office.

"Wow! Draco, that was brill! How'd you do that? How did you get her to be so afraid of you?" Ginny had taken his hand and was looking up into his face with much admiration.

"I just acted like Father does. It always works for him, too." He looked at her smugly, and she blushed prettily.

"I am going to kiss you, Ginny." He was feeling very manly at the moment, having saved them from the old witch, and it seemed like the right thing to do.

She smiled shyly at him and did that tilting head thing again. "Okay, but we have to get married first."

"Married?" He made a face as if he just ate something gross.

"Yes, only mummies and daddies get to kiss, Draco." She sounded as if he should have known this bit of information, and then she batted her long lashes at him.

He felt his face burn with embarrassment, but he didn't know why it was happening. "Erm, okay, Ginny – "

"You have to ask me, Draco!" She stepped away from him and took her hand back. And then suddenly, she lifted the necklace from her head and handed it to him. "Here, you can give me this after you ask since we don't have a ring."

"You're weird, Ginny. But, okay." He took the dragon scale in his hand, looked her in the eyes, and said, "Will you marry me?"

"NO, but I will kiss you!"

And before he knew what had happened, she had leaned forward and quickly pecked his lips. She started giggling again and turned around, running back to his father's office. Her father was heading towards them, and he scooped her up, taking her to the nearest lift. Draco stood in the lobby, still holding onto the dragon scale, and watched the little redhead wave goodbye.

A/N: This will be in seven parts. One for each proposal. It started out very fluffy, but I am finding it difficult to keep it that way. Tell me what you think.