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this doesn't follow Deathly Hallows.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter not mine. boo.
anyways, i hope you enjoy my new storeh.
Chapter 1 -- Prologue
Draco Malfoy walked into the New Year's Eve party with a usual bored expression on his face. The party was being held by a former Slytherin classmate of his, Marcus Flint. Even though Draco detested the troll-faced brute, he wouldn't pass up a chance to go to a party where he could meet some female or another to take home with him. Though he would most likely never commit, he still thought it nice to wake up with a woman's body beside him.
As he moved around the vast ballroom, many eyes, mostly female, turned to him. Draco, after all, was a very handsome young man. He had stunning mercury eyes, platinum blonde hair, strong facial features, and a lean build. The ones looking at him weren't just checking out his good looks, however. Draco had arrived to a party, hosted by a wizard, dressed in a Muggle style suit. From some, he gained confused looks. From most, disgusted looks. Even after the Dark Lord was vanquished, a lot of high class wizards carried out his ideas, although with little to no brutal action.
Draco actually couldn't care less what people thought about what he was wearing. He looked good in the suit and to hell with anyone who actually thought otherwise. He formally walked towards the host, Flint, and shook his hand. "Evening, Flint. Fine gathering you've got here," he said with an indifferent tone in his voice.
Flint raised a very bushy eyebrow. "Evening, yourself, Malfoy." He glanced down at Draco's wardrobe. "Glad you could make it."
Draco nodded and walked away, towards where a house elf was serving champagne. After taking a flute, he casually leaned against the wall and scoped out the room. He saw many, many attractive females at the party, and recognized a few of them. There was a raven-haired vixen he remembered from Hogwarts, Daphne Greengrass. She was currently talking with Theodore Nott, a Slytherin that was in Draco's year. She looked up and saw Draco staring at her. He smirked and she grinned and winked at him. His eyes then moved on to a brunette he didn't recognize. She was conversing with Blaise Zabini, a good friend of Draco's. He continued to watch the brown-haired woman. She was on the tall side, maybe 5'6", and she had a thin, yet curvy, figure. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her skin was a light bronze. As she laughed at something Blaise had said, he saw how her beautiful her smile was. As Draco made his way towards them, he knew the first thing he would be doing in the New Year.
He walked up to his dark-skinned friend. "Hey Zabini, not bothering this pretty lady, are you?" She laughed again and Draco grinned to himself.
"Hey yourself, Malfoy. How long's it been, mate? Since Graduation?" Blaise asked. "And I don't even get a proper greeting!" He sounded indignant.
Draco frowned. "If you're expecting a hug..."
Blaise laughed. "No, no. I'm just messing around." He clapped Draco on the shoulder. "It's good to see you after almost five years."
"Likewise," Draco responded. "So, who is your lady friend?" He returned his attention to the brunette, who was watching the exchange with amusement.
"Oh, this is Kendra. Kendra Meyer. Kendra, meet Draco Malfoy," he gestured between the two.
Kendra raised her hand, "Pleased to meet you, Draco."
He kissed her knuckles lightly. "Pleasure's all mine."
She briefly looked him over. "I like what you're wearing. Armani?"
He looked shocked, if even for a moment. "Yes. And you look gorgeous yourself," he responded as he looked at her ruby red robes. "Would you like some champagne?"
Kendra smiled at him. "That would be lovely."
As Draco turned towards the drinks table, he smirked. Oh yes, he thought, I will be bringing 2003 in with a 'bang.' He chuckled lightly at his pun just before returning to Kendra.
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Ginny Weasley got out of the bed and promptly wrapped a robe around herself.
"Oh, don't be so modest, Gin!" Harry called from the other side of the bed.
She blushed. "Harry, do you want me to check or not?"
He sighed. "Yes, just hurry it up. I'm starting to get all anxious."
Ginny entered the bathroom, grabbed her wand and pointed it at her abdomen. After reciting the spell, her abdomen gave off a benign greyish glow.
Incensed, she flung her wand out of the bathroom, hitting Harry from where he still lay in the bed. "Gin?" he called. "Everything okay?"
"No everything is not bloody okay! It's still negative!" she screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. She slumped to the ground, her back against the tub. Drawing her knees up to her chest, Ginny put her head on top of them and cried softly.
Shortly Harry joined her and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him. "Gin, it's okay. We can just keep trying--"
"Harry! We've been married for two years and we've never stopped trying! There's something seriously wrong here," she sobbed.
Harry rubbed her back and whispered soothing words to her.
After she had calmed down, they went back to bed to talk. "Ginny, sometime this week we can go to St. Mungo's and talk to a Healer, just to make sure everything's in order," Harry suggested.
Ginny sniffled. "Okay, Harry. How about on the third?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's fine." He smiled reassuringly at her. "Everything will work out, Gin." He kissed her temple. "I promise."
She snuggled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head on his chest. "Goodnight, Harry."
"Night, Gin." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
"Love you too," she mumbled into his chest.
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A/N: reviews are appreciated. don't worry, i'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible.
in case you couldn't figure it out, Ginny and Harry are having trouble getting pregnant. don't worry, it will be DG eventually.
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