Disclaimer: I am not and therefore never will be J.K. Rowling; and as such the story I shall post consists of my own plot, and borrowed Characters from J.K.

How Do I Say

That I love you?

Part I:

She gave him a month to prove that he loved her, if he failed she was ready to leave as much as it pained her and would break her heart she couldn't be with someone who couldn't prove his love.

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Hermione Granger was everything that Draco Malfoy could possibly want in his other half, she was; smart, witty, loving, generous, loyal and kind.

Draco was the type of man destined to be with Hermione the Quidditch Player; every man she had ever dated or rumoured to have dated had some form of Quidditch link: Viktor Krum, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter and Cormac McLaggen.

And finally there was Draco Malfoy- her current beau, disgustingly rich he was what most women would die for. While he held characteristics and a past that Hermione detested with all her worth he held one thing that many of the other men in her life didn't- her heart.

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If either had been told back in 1991 when they first met that by 2004 they would be courting both would have laughed; Draco would have told you that he would be up there in the world as the Dark Lord's right-hand man the top Death Eater, and that she would be dead or still being tortured. Hermione would have said that he'd be rotting in Azkaban or dead himself.

Circumstances paved the way and neither of the unfortunate predictions had come to blossom.

Now here they were the happy couple or so it would seem; they had been going out for five years come the 15th March, and they went everywhere together, if he had business in Paris for the weekend for his company Malfoy's and Son, she would meet up with him and they'd be spotted all over, looking at the sights, enjoying a romantic meal.

Everything a girl could ask for she was given.

Yet she still lacked one thing- proof that she held his heart forever- proof that he loved her unconditionally; it wasn't much to ask but Draco had tried every conceivable thing, and still she said he hadn't done everything.

What more could she want?

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Draco currently sat in the lounge of his best friend and his wife Pansy Parkinson's estate just outside of Bath, Somerset.

"I don't know what to do; I've done everything I can think of, I have three days left, three days to show her I love her and I've ran out of ideas…" Draco sighed running his hand through his usually pristine blonde hair that now looked like something had burrowed into it.

"I don't know what to say mate… she's not like any other women I've been out with, they usually just fall over at a chance to get their hands on money" Blaise said as he handed over a glass of amber liquid to Draco.

Taking it all down in one gulp Draco poured himself another one; "That's why I'm with her Blaise, she's smart, beautiful, and funny, I cant even last a day without seeing her," he paused looking up at his best friend who had a goofy grin on his face, "I know… I know I'm whipped… but you know what" he paused again downing another gulp of Ogden's Finest Old Firewhiskey, "I don't mind, if I have to be whipped in order to see her beautiful face, hear her laugh at something I said I don't care."

"Have you told her?" Blaise asked leaning forward in the black leather seat he was currently sitting on.

Draco looked at him stopping his momentum as he was pouring another glass, "What?"

"What you just told me?"

Draco nodded his head as an affirmative; the truth was Draco always told her what he thought about her, no matter the occasion whatever the outfit he would compliment her.

"Not in so many words, but yes and that's what's so annoying I've tried everything" Draco dropped his head onto the back of the seat he was sat at, as Blaise called for his wife.

Pansy hadn't changed much from her years at Hogwarts; she was still a pretentious snob, but the war had helped tame her rather rude behaviour, instead of shouting or shrieking her insults to those that she is offended by she writes them in her column of "Witch Weekly" a gossip column that never gets a rumour wrong, a reason not many witches tended to cross her. Her pug like features had schooled slightly though on off days they would return with vengeance, and she had grown her dark brown hair out more past her shoulders than she had it at in her late teens.

As she walked into the room she began towards her husband but stopped when he pointed to Draco on the opposite couch, Draco had shrunk in the chair slightly making it hard to see him over the high backed seat not to mention the only light that was illuminating the room came from the fire on the other side of him. She walked casually over to him her heels clicking slightly on the wooden flooring of the room, as she knelt down in front of him, his eyes opened.

"What's wrong Drakey?" she slid her hand gently onto his knee, her manicured nails massaging his thigh slightly as she spoke.

"Please don't Pansy" he asked looking in her eyes, grey locking with brown. She nodded slowly withdrawing her hand before sitting next to him on the couch he was sat.

Pansy Parkinson and Draco had been an item for a few years prior to the Battle of Hogwarts; Pansy loved Draco more than he loved her and by their return to Hogwarts in their Seventh year Draco had set Pansy and Blaise up to become an item.

"If it's the Mud-," she stopped herself; it was always a bad idea to use the term "Mudblood" in front of Draco, especially as he was going out with one. "If she's done anything to hurt you Drake I'll have her." She stated softly, Pansy still held a flame for Draco, admittedly not as large as the one for her husband but it was still there.

Draco shook his head, "Pans I don't know what to do" he was thoroughly exhausted having spent most of the night thinking what he could possibly do next.

"Jewels?" she suggested "Everybody likes jewels," he shook his head that was day six's present.

"Tried and failed" he sighed "I even tried my Mother's favourite necklace, which belonged to my great-great-great Grand-mère; she said it wasn't what she wanted."

Pansy continued to make suggestions and each one Draco shot down saying he had done that already; finally she made a worthwhile proposal:

"Why don't you ask Ginny Potter? They are best friends after all."

"She's just got out of hospital from having a baby" Draco didn't really fancy being round baby sick considering he was wearing his favourite Italian suit.

Pansy shrugged, "It's my only suggestion if any one has any inclination as to what Hermione wants you to do, she will." Blaise nodded his head agreeing with his wife when Draco looked at him for help.

"We don't really know Granger all that well, she does" Blaise and Pansy did have a point so Draco stood kissing Pansy on the cheek and shaking Blaise's hand before gathering his black over jacket and walking to the main door.

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Draco arrived at Godric's Hollow some two minutes later, feeling very queasy from the alcohol and the apparition, 'Now which one is Potter's?' he thought looking up and down the cobbled street, they all looked familiar in Draco's mind, walking slowly he glanced at each house he passed until he found the one he was looking for: Potter Cottage (The Burrow II) the sign read.

Draco had been here on occasion usually as a guest of Hermione's: the Weasley Potter clan had been unconvinced of the union between Draco and Hermione but Ginny who knew about their relationship from the beginning apparently said she wouldn't allow Harry a certain something unless he gave Draco the benefit of the doubt; she also threatened to tell her Mum something about Ron which soon got him on side. They weren't the best of friends but they were polite for Hermione's sake.

Walking up the path, the pebbles crunching under his dragon hide leather shoes Draco became more and more nervous. Quickly sobering up he held onto the large brass deer door knocker and banged it against the wood continuously until the door opened.

On the other side stood a baggy eyed Harry Potter; much like Draco his raven coloured hair was askew sticking out every which way, his clothes were haphazardly thrown on and there was a distinct smell of sick in the air.

"To what do I owe this pleasure Malfoy?" Harry asked opening the door wide for Draco to step through.

"I need to speak to the Potterette" Draco stated urgently.

Harry just shook his head, "Give her a minute she's attempting to put James back to sleep… he'd just gone after two hours, and you knocked on the door. Prepare to feel the wrath of the next Mrs Weasley," Harry warned walking into the lounge area.

After a few minutes of awkward silence Draco decided to speak "Say Potter you wouldn't happen to know what Hermione wants me to do, do you?"

Harry shook his head "'Mione wants you to prove you love her that's all I know," he had a knowing smile on his face as he looked towards the stairs.

"Harry, who is it?" Ginny's voice trailed from upstairs.

"It's Malfoy"

Ginny was quiet for a minute before saying "I'll be down in a minute."

Draco and Harry sat waiting for Ginny as the awkward silence lengthened it was broke by a "You Mr, better have a very good explanation for knocking on our door that loud at this time of night" she shrieked pointing at Draco, "We only just got James off to bed."

Draco lowered his head to his chest; "It was urgent" he muttered.

"What was urgent?"

"My problem… you know what Hermione's asked me?" when she nodded he continued, "I've ran out of ideas" he sighed as he dropped his head to his hands running the calloused hand over his face.

When he looked up he had tears forming in his eyes, and Ginny was taken aback.

"Harry can you go make some tea?" She asked to get her husband out of the room, after Harry had left for the kitchen Ginny sat next to Draco. "What's wrong?" she asked tentatively.

"What's right? ...I have three days to prove to her that I love her, and I have finally run out of ideas." He quickly rubbed his face, "I tried everything, jewellery, flowers, chocolates, a chateau a bloody villa, a first edition Pride and Prejudice book her favourite and she still said that wasn't what she wanted" he turned towards Ginny, "So please… I am begging you" he got down on his knees in front of her "If you know what she wants me to do, tell me."

Ginny looked like she was about to burst into tears; this was so un-Malfoy like, that it was scary.

Shaking her head sadly she replied "I'm not sure what she wants, but knowing her it will be something sentimental," she shrugged "Other than that I have no idea."

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, 'Now what am I going to do?' he thought sullenly.

Just then Harry re-entered carrying a tray of tea; as he was setting it down Ginny continued to stare at Draco before she made her decision, "Harry dear will you go check on-" she pointed upstairs. She then forced Draco to take his seat on the settee as Harry turned around towards the stairway.

"Erm, Ginny?" Harry's voice echoed back uncertainly from the bottom of the stairs as he looked up.

"Well tell her to come down, instead of ear wigging on our conversation" Ginny answered Harry's unspoken question. Draco lifted his head up confused as to who they were talking about, and thirteen footsteps later he got his answer as he saw Hermione appear at the bottom of the stairs.

Much like him she had tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, but that wasn't what garnered his attention first: it was the baby boy she was holding in her arms.

Snuggled tightly in her arms was the sleeping form of James Sirius Potter, her godson, his hair the exact colour of all Potter men: a pitch black but the eyes of his mother: a distinct shade of brown.

Draco had a tightening in his chest; he could image it being a blonde haired boy she was holding- his son- and he had to admit the sight was quite sexy.

"Hello Draco" she said not lifting her eyes to meet his.

"Hey" he answered softly standing up, something his mother had instilled upon him for in the presence of women. He casually walked up to her and attempted to kiss her on the cheek though she stepped away; she had been cold since she gave him his ultimatum.

"And who is this little guy?" Draco asked looking at James.

"This is James Sirius Potter" Harry announced proudly his arm around his wife's shoulders, "Hopefully the first of many?" Harry stated uncertainly but with a beaming smile on his face.

Ginny elbowed him "You're not the one who had to sit through twenty-six hours of labour pains."

"My hand begs to differ" he retorted showing his left hand off, that looked slightly crushed on his ring finger. His wife simply shushed him with a finger on her lip before nodding towards Hermione and Draco.

"Did you truly mean what you said?" Hermione asked him refusing to look up at him.

He nodded, "I don't know what else to do Hermione I just don't know what you want me to say or do."

"I just want you to prove that you love me Draco," she stated simply, "But if you cant do that?" she shrugged lightly, "I guess this is goodbye."

Draco's mouth dropped open; "You don't mean that do you? I still have three days left," he sputtered.

Hermione nodded sadly; "I know you do, maybe you can do it in those three days, who knows. But I know one thing for certain I can't continue living with you while you work it out" she turned towards Ginny handing over the sleeping baby, "Can I stay here with you?" Ginny immediately nodded her head. Hermione turned and walked back to Draco who had tears in his eyes; "I hope you do work it out" she caressed his cheek before standing on her tip-toes to place a chaste kiss on it.

Draco watched as she walked to the stairs making her way up without even glancing back.

A few minutes past before Draco attempted to walk after her but was stopped by a hand "Don't" Harry's voice warned.

Draco grabbed it throwing it off of himself, "I need to sort this out," he began walking towards the stairs again.

"I wouldn't she's locked the doors and placed a silencing charm on the room, she won't hear you… you would be wasting your breath… and I wouldn't think about attempting to break the locks, they are impenetrable," Ginny stated this time.

"And what do you plan I do?" Draco asked sarcasm dripping off every syllable.

"Wait" she paused "While she's here you at least know where she is, and we can look after her. If you go up now she will just go somewhere you can't find her." She looked towards Draco, "I know it's not what you want to hear but think if she's with me constantly I may be able to gather information regarding what she wants you to do?"

Well she did have a point, so Draco succumbed to her wishes leaving for his cold bed at home in Malfoy Manor.

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--Meanwhile Upstairs--

Hermione quickly charmed the door to lock and placed a silencing charm on her room before throwing herself onto the bed screaming and crying her eyes out.

There were many reasons why Hermione had fell under the Slytherin charms of Draco Malfoy, most noticeable for Hermione was his intellect he was second in their classes only to her. Next was his wit, some may deem it cruel and Hermione was one of those people but mixed with his sarcasm Hermione found it funny- in a strange sort of way.

What she truly admired was that they were similar in so many ways: both were only children growing up, both were independent, both were passionate and both were caring- though Draco was in a less in your face kind of way.

Yet they still had their opposites: he liked his Quidditch, though their whole conversations didn't revolve around it, whereas she did not- she could quite easily watch it, but playing was another matter. They had different tastes in literacy, the arts and such, but that was good, they could debate, and their conversations never got boring.

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While Hermione was lay there she thought back to the fateful night- twenty seven days ago:

Draco was lay stretched above Hermione panting his strong arms holding him just above her heaving chest both had damp skin due to sweat formed from their previous activities of moments ago.

His blonde hair was sticking to his forehead and the light coming through the curtains was illuminating his skin making it shine like glitter, he leant down capturing her lips; "Have I ever told you I love you?" he murmured rolling off of her.

"Only every time we finish having sex" she answered as she rolled so she was sat on her bottom her legs over the side of the bed her feet on the floor, the bed sheet covering her rear from his view.

Draco furrowed his eyes brows as he saw her picking up her discarded bra from the nearby flooring; she never dressed after they had finished.

"What's wrong?" he asked sitting up as well, the blanket falling to cover his lap, by this time she had found her lace panties and had replaced them on and was currently buttoning up her blouse.

When she didn't answer he grabbed her shoulder to pull her to lie back down but she stayed upright: "Have I done something wrong?" Draco asked unsure of himself.

"No… Draco," she sighed "Do you love me?"

He scoffed slightly; "Do you actually need to ask? We just made love and you ask if I love you?" he laughed "Of course I do" he lifted her curly hair away from her neck replacing it with his lips.

"Draco, please," he stopped before shuffling to sit next to her "If I gave you a month to prove that you loved me, could you do it?"

"Of course, now come back to bed and take these clothes off" he began reaching for the blouse buttons.

"I'm serious Draco, I need you to do this," she continued looking down to the floor.

"You're really serious aren't you, if you think I've been unfaithful I've not, I promise" he grabbed her hand ready to plead his case.

"It's not that Draco" she paused looking into his hurting grey eyes before looking away, "I just need to know that you truly love me."

"I do!" he stated quickly.

"Prove it!" she challenged.

"Get back into the bed then" he gestured to the bed they were sat on.

Shaking her head she finally locked eyes with him, "No, as much as I would love to get back in I can't not until you prove it." She looked sadly at him running her hand down his cheek before she began standing up.

"Where will you be?" he asked fearful for the answer.

"I'll stay here for the month, another room in the manor… if you don't prove it by then, I'll leave, I hate to do this to you but I can't live like this."

"What do I have to do?" he rushed out as she got to the door.

"You'll have to work it out" with those final words she sashayed out of the room, leaving a disgruntled Draco to his thoughts.

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The next morning Hermione woke up having had one of the worst nights sleep since the end of the war. Her immediate thought would be that Draco was going to be downstairs waiting for her, so she cautiously walked down the stairs, when she reached the kitchen and he was no where in sight she breathed a sigh of relief; though it didn't last long.

Ginny walked into the kitchen switching on the electric kettle, which in her terms is so much easier than heating a kettle pot on the burner, using magic. Ginny then proceeded to slice bread putting it into the toaster, setting the timer and walking over to the table Hermione was sat at.

"You have a lot to explain" she said pointing at Hermione, "He loves you so much and you still wont accept it… he bought you a bloody house for Merlin's sake." She shook her head "You heard him last night, he almost burst out crying, and Malfoy crying is something I cannot deal with in my highly emotional state."

"I don't wish to talk about it Ginny," Hermione attempted to stand to get a drink of the now boiled kettle.

"I don't think so… we are going to talk about it now, sit" she pointed back to the seat Hermione had just stood up from, before standing and making two extra strong coffees, while she was in the middle of adding the milk, Hermione attempted to leave the room. "Where do you think you are going?" Ginny asked not turning around, a talent she had learnt from her mother; to see all.

"I just remembered I needed to-"

"Sit" Ginny said pointing back to the seat as she cut Hermione off. Ginny was obviously her Mother's daughter; while Molly was often compared to a sabre-toothed tiger when angry, Ginny could be compared to as a cat, both unbelievably scary.

"I don't want to talk about it" Hermione insisted.

"Well tough, he came here asking for my help so its now officially my business, now spill" Ginny sat sipping her drink.

"How long did he stay?"

"Who?" she looked to Hermione, "Oh Draco, I thought you didn't want to talk about it, but to answer your question he left pretty much right after you went upstairs" Hermione nodded taking in the information, her eyes downcast. "He would have stayed, probably right outside your door as well, he said he need to sort this thing out, but I told him I'd look after you and he'd do more harm here than good so he left."

Hermione didn't speak for a few minutes so Ginny tried her luck, "What do you want him to do `Mione?"

"I truly just want him to prove he loves me, that I hold his heart, like he holds mine" Hermione put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands pulling at her curly brown mane.

"Have you told him?"

She shook her head, "And then just watch him throw it back in my face, laugh and say he did it as a bet, before he hops into bed with a whore, because that's all I was to him a bet or even if I wasn't it would be I was just an easy lay or a good fuck."

"You're being irrational, if he truly didn't care for you why has he been with you for the last five years?"

Hermione was being irrational; she was comparing her beliefs about the Draco she first met to the one that matured in more ways than one during the War. He was a man scarred by war much as she was a woman scarred by War; who found comfort in each other while dealing with the outcome and the repercussions of it.

"Oh I don't know" Hermione threw her hands up in the air "He enjoys the sex?"

Ginny shook her head, "Your fishing for excuses" she accused "So tell me what's really wrong?"

Hermione was saved from answering by Harry; "Ginny? I have to go into work and James needs to have his morning bath."

"No, I did it yesterday, not to mention I'm the one who got up last night to get him back to sleep, so I believe it's your turn Harry James Potter." It was always a bad sign when Ginny called him by his full name, much like it was when her mother did the same to any of her brothers.

Narrowing his eyes Harry stared at his wife, who refused to back down, "I'll do it" Hermione said standing up and grabbing James out of Harry's hands, much to the mans delight.

"Fine by me" Harry beamed straightening up his tie, picking up his briefcase and over coat and using the floo network to get to work at the ministry.

"We're not finished Hermione" Ginny shouted as she watched her best friend disappear up the stairs.

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Later that night Ginny and Harry were woken to the sounds of James crying, again. Well Ginny was; Harry was in his dream world faking sleep, as if he couldn't hear the wailing coming from their Son's room. Ginny rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed, men.

Creeping down the corridor Ginny could hear a voice coming from the nursery room, on first hearing the voice she thought it was talking but as she got closer she could hear singing.

"Two Sticks and an Apple,"
Say the bells at Whitechapel,

"Oranges and lemons,"

Say the bells at St. Clement's,
"You owe me five farthings,"

Say the bells at St. Martin's,
"When will you pay me?"

Say the bells at Old Bailey,
"When I grow rich,"

Say the bells at Shoreditch,
"When will that be?"

Say the bells at Stepney,
"When I am Old,"
Say the bells at St. Paul's,

"I do not know"

Say the Great Bells of Bow.

Hermione was rocking James around on her arms that were acting like a make-shift cradle, seemingly unaware that Ginny was watching from the doorway.

"Where do you know that song from?" she finally asked walking into the room.

Hermione span around "My mum used to sing it to me when I was younger; always got me right off to sleep."

"Looks like it works with him, you'll have to write it down for me and Harry," Ginny laughed lightly as she watched her son sleep peacefully, Hermione nodded as she to watched little James sleep.

He was only a few weeks old but he was already an early riser and a light sleeper, traits that his mother could have done without, while there was no doubt Ginny would turn into her mother completely once she got used to the lack of sleep at the current moment in time she really still needed her sleep, especially as she was planning to rejoin "The Holyhead Harpies"; the second oldest Quidditch team within the British and Irish Quidditch League, and Ginny's favourite team, though they were based in North West Wales; a trek from her home in Godric's Hollow and from the Burrow.

"You're very maternal" Ginny observed.

Hermione shrugged as she walked over to the cot in the room lying James down and covering him up, "So are you" she stated as she bypassed Ginny heading towards the door.

"Are you going to tell him?" Ginny asked as Hermione walked out of the door, taking a step back Hermione looked confused.

"What?"

"Draco, are you going to tell him, that you want children?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about Ginny" Hermione retorted.

"You know you can't lie to me" Ginny stated softly, "I think he has a right to know what exactly you want from him."

"That's not what I asked him, he has to prove he loves me" Hermione raised her voice slightly walking over to the younger woman, "You can't tell him… yes I do want children but with someone I love who also loves me and won't leave me at the first sign of trouble."

With that final warning Hermione walked off to her room.

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Ginny stood there in the middle of her son's nursery her mouth open in shock never in all the years had she known Hermione had she heard her so emotional, she needed to tell Draco but how?

She knew Hermione would know she told Draco if he suddenly knew the answer to Hermione's challenge so she had to be sneaky; and if she learnt one thing off the twins and especially George once Fred had died it was how to be sneaky.

Getting a scrap piece of parchment she scribbled a quick note on one side:

Meet me at PR- 12 o'clock tomorrow.

Ginny

Folding the note and placing it into an envelope, scribbling the address and stamping it with the Potter family shield to hold the envelope together, she attached it to Eddie the Potter's Snowy Owl; not to dissimilar to Hedwig Harry's original owl though Eddie was male, Ginny sent the Owl to the address she wanted and hoped they got the note.

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--Half past ten the next morning--

Having got James dressed and ready; Harry had already left for work, leaving Ginny to annoy Hermione all day, which she had been taking advantage of since she woke up. Hermione had forgone work at the Ministry deciding to take a week's holiday so she could avoid Draco who frequently stopped in to the ministry for one thing or another; though she was starting to regret the decision.

Ginny was just putting her over robe on as Hermione walked back into the room, "Going somewhere?"

Ginny smiled "I thought we could go to Diagon Alley, I need some clothes that aren't maternity," Ginny knew exactly how to play Hermione.

"Erm… I was thinking that maybe I'd just stay here" Hermione stated, "I'll look after James; all the people around you looking for photographs won't be good for him."

"Aw are you sure Hermione? I hoped I could continue our discussion from earlier."

Ginny had an evil glint in her eye as she answered though it went unnoticed by Hermione; who was nodding "I insist."

Ginny shrugged "If you're sure."

"I do, now go Mrs Potter before you hit the lunch time rush to the shops."

Stepping into the hearth Ginny thanked Hermione before she threw down the floo powder before calling her destination.

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On the other end of the floo network at "The Leaky Cauldron" Ginny stepped out and when she lifted her head from wiping the dust off her robes she was swamped by people asking questions about the newest edition to the Potter's as well as autographs photographs and people wanting interviews.

"Oh look Harry himself" a dreamy voice suddenly shouted out of the crowd, "He's just rushed through," every man and his dog looked towards the voice before stampeding out of the door to Muggle London having followed the persons outstretched hand, all in the hopes of a picture with the boy-who-lived twice, the Wizarding and Muggle world saviour.

Ginny quickly scampered to the voice "Thank you so much Luna, I think I might have to name my first daughter after you" Ginny gushed squeezing her old school friend.

"Oh its no problem how is young James anyway?"

"He's fine, hungry all the time but fine" Luna was looking around as if he should be with her, "Don't worry 'Mione's looking after him."

Luna made an ah movement with her mouth as the gateway to the crowded Diagon Alley opened. Once again Ginny had people swarming around her like vultures; Luna stepped slightly to one side, before coughing loudly turning to Ginny she spoke loudly in Ginny's ear trying to make it sound like she was being discreet.

"I think I just saw Harry go into your brother's shop" luckily one person did hear her, meaning the message was relayed and the crowd dispersed all heading to Weasley Wizard Wheezes at the other end of the street.

"Once again Luna, I owe you… I'll get Harry to do an interview with the Quibbler, but right now I have somewhere I have to be," she smiled kissing Luna on the cheek before she covered her flaming red hair with the hood of her robe and blended into the shoppers.

Unfortunately the mobs had slowed Ginny down and the time according to the clock at the top of Gringott's bank bell tower was now saying half past eleven, rushing down the streets Ginny didn't stop to speak to the numerous people calling her name. She pushed the door to PR, causing the bell to ring, as she was lowering her hood, a young girl was walking towards her but stopped dead in her tracks at seeing who it was.

"Close your mouth Rosemary" a feminine voice shouted as they walked into the room "You'll put off the patrons." Said Rosemary quickly complied moving off towards the back room, away from both women. "So why may I ask did you want to meet me? We never speak; we hate each other so why?"

"We both have a problem… and it needs fixing, Pansy."

Pansy Parkinson was a gossip columnist by night but a fashion mogul by day; after Madam Tatting retired not long after the war the shop; Twilfitt and Tatting's became a ghost shop, Blaise Zabini's mother later bought it in order to sell her designs, and soon passed it to Pansy who had a knack for fitting spells and general designs of clothing. The shop was renamed Pansy's Robes, though the name wouldn't mean much in the Muggle world terms, Pansy's Robes outfits were highly sort after in the Wizarding World this shop specialised in the more formal wear.

A cash injection from Malfoy's and Son saw another store open up in the old Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions shop, mainly run by Narcissa Malfoy, the shop sold more of the general dresses, school robes and Quidditch supplies, but only Malfoy's and Son equipment.

"What kind of problem?" Pansy asked playing the innocent one.

"You are actually going to play dumb?" "It suits you!" Ginny thought. When Pansy shrugged, Ginny sighed, "Can we speak more in private?" Ginny asked pointing to Rosemary who was sorting through the rows of dresses nearest to the pair.

"Rosemary?" the girl looked to Pansy, "Make yourself scarce for an hour or so!" the young girl nodded picking up her jacket before running out of the store, once out Pansy locked and silenced the door.

"So? What's our problem?"

"Draco is yours, Hermione is mine"

"I told him not to get involved with the Mudblood, but he doesn't listen" Pansy shook her head as she began sifting through some of the racks.

"I'm going to let that slide, but don't say it again or else I'll be forced to tell Draco."

Pansy narrowed her eyes, "Oh you wouldn't Blood tr-"

"Ah, ah" Ginny cut in, "I'll have none of that either, you say that to me and you're also calling Draco."

"So what do you want?" Pansy asked.

"I want you," she pointed at Pansy before reaching into her pocket, "To give this", she pointed at the envelope in her hand "To Draco."

"What is it?"

"What he needs to do, but tell him he can't do it until tomorrow, he definitely can't do it today; because I know what the answer will be and it will be a resounding no, and make sure he gets it," Ginny handed the envelope over to Pansy.

"What if I decide to burn it?"

"We may not like each other… and while I know your not Hermione's biggest friend, you are Draco's, you may not agree at his choice of other half, but they are soul-mates." She paused looking at the older woman, "If you do decide to burn it then he will be heartbroken can you truly live knowing you are the reason? Because if he doesn't read it he will be at your house crying like he was at mine the other day."

With that warning Ginny left Pansy's Robes her own robes billowing in a Professor Snape like manner.

Author's notes: Well there is Part I for you.

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