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This was created by Raven Clawson and HpDmgirl15. With Raven's love for Ginny/Draco fic and my love for Harry/Draco slashes, we have created this Harry/Ginny/Draco. This is not some sad love story where everyone is cheating with everyone. They all know of their relationships. Don't like it, don't read it. It's as simple as that. I don't think Raven has time for flames and I know I don't, but don't worry. Every review will get a response and we have very bad tempers, so don't push us. We do except creative criticism and we like to be informed of our mistakes. This fic is a post-war/post-Hogwarts story, about 4 later from Harry's year. Reviews are nice and appreciate.

The Conversations of Many

I don't know why in bloody hell I deal with you two and your fucking bullshit! I should kick your lazy arses out for this for crying out loud!" Draco yelled at Ginny and Harry, who seemed to not hear Draco, if the bored look on Harry's face while watching the telly or Ginny's blatant determination to study for her Auror training was anything to go by.

"Must I do every fucking thing here? I'm not some fucking house-elf here to do the dirty work of the fucking Savior of the Wizarding World, who never learned to clean up his own shit, or for one of the most important women in the previous war, who is too busy studying to worry about all the empty firewhisky bottles left from her sexual row with the Sodding-Arsehole-Who-Lived, even if their roommate was screaming at the top of his lungs trying to get through their thick Gryffindor skulls that he was not put on the fucking Earth to clean up after them and that he will not. He has much more bloody pride than that!" Draco continued to yell exasperated and out of breathe.

Finally Harry and Ginny looked at Draco. Harry, with a wave of his hand, made all of the bottles form a single file line and go into the trashcan, but not before make them dance around Draco to KC and The Sunshine Band's "Get Down To Night."

"Do a little Dance,

Make a little love,

Get down to night,

Get down to night."

Harry sang causing Ginny to laugh hysterically and her chair to tip over, which in turn caused Harry to wave his hand to prevent Ginny from splitting her skull on the marble, and, thus, causing Draco to go into another rant.

"I hope you know that I fucking hate you, and was it not that you two are two of the best lovers I ever had that I would not put up with this, immediately." Indicating to the mess and also being laughed at— because Malfoy's are not to be laughed at.

"Malfoy, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll be on the bottom next time me and you go at it." Harry said, attempting to calm Draco down.

"For how long?" Draco said skeptically.

"Two weeks?" Harry said trying to give a time limit long enough for Draco to be happy, but short so that he'll be able to walk properly afterwards.

"That's a done deal, Potter." Draco said merrily, " Well, Weasley what are you waiting for an invitation?"

Ginny looked at Draco as if she was about to respond to his comment, but thought better of it.

"Fine, Malfoy, hmm… lets see… Aha! I'll be on top for the same amount of time Harry will be on the bottom. It's only fair." She answered.

" How, exactly, is that fair." Harry demanded in a childish manner.

"Simple. I wouldn't have laughed at him if you wouldn't have made the bottles dance to 'Get Down To Night'." Ginny reasoned.

"And she's absolutely right." Draco said, stopping Harry before he could say anything else, " I accept your deals with a smile on my face and a song in my heart, as well as the attempt to make sure that for fourteen days straight I'll be a happy man."

Ginny and Harry rolled their eyes at this statement think about how long the fourteen days to come would be.

No sooner had Ginny given up on concentrating, and Draco had given up on Harry, that they heard a sudden ring, signifying that someone had apparently Apparated in their Arrival Chamber— or as Draco puts the Pop-goes-the-Weasel Chamber because nine times out of ten that's who it was.

When no one gave any sign if even acknowledging the sound, Draco decided to open it.

"Fucking Useless." Draco muttered under his breath, loud enough for Ginny and Harry to hear causing them to smirk.

"Come in, Weasel." Draco said politely.

"Hullo, our favorite Ferret." Ron said just as polite.

"Hi, Ron." Harry and Ginny said in unison, eyes glued to the telly.

"Hiya, Harry, Gin. What are you watching?" Ron asked.

"Movie. 'Sinner Playground'." Ginny said offhandedly.

Ron would have asked what it was about had he hadn't seen a blond female knelled in front of a man whom was stroking himself while his seeded spilled all over her face. Ron turned away from the screen blushing furiously.

"Ron, your an adult. You mean to tell me you can't look at porn with out blushing. Merlin Weasel, what are you 13!" Draco teased.

"Why 13?" Harry asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Because any older than that he'd be to busy wanking off to blush." Draco answered.

"Sounds about right." Ginny answered doing her best to remain expressionless, but couldn't help the tiny lifting at the corner of her lips, " So, what brings you here, Ron, especially with no Hermione and no special occasion in sight." Ginny said sounding surprised.

Since they, Harry, Ginny, and Draco, begun their living arrangement Ron could not be see there without Hermione, unless it was a specific reason, like a holiday. Even then, though, Hermione would come along as if she thought Ron would want a living arrangement such as that. Though Hermione still thought as them as her friends, she made no hesitation to express the way she felt about the three of them living as they did.

"Well, I decided that though I may love Hermione, being attach to her at the hip whenever I came to see you guys and never being able to see you for very long or very often was enough." Ron answered.

"Really, Ron." Harry said.

"Yep."

"So what type of jinx is it?" Harry said reading Ron's body language.

"It's a jinx Fred and George taught me a long time ago. They said I could use it for if I wanted to do something while Mum and Dad were gone then I could know when they were coming back. I just tweaked it a little bit."

Draco laughed. "He's whipped, with chains."

"Draco!" Ginny said, smacking him in his arm. Though She and Harry both did their best not to smile, they both internally thought that that statement was entirely true.

Seeing as they wouldn't be able to watch the movie and talk to Ron at the same time, the movie was eventually cut off.

"So, how's work Ron?" Harry asked.

Ron smiled understanding exactly what Harry meant more specifically Percy, by that question. After the war, many people in the ministry were arrested for being in line with Voldemort, one being Cornelius Fudge. After they were all fired and arrested, they rest who blindly followed them were not fired, but demoted— thanks to the new Minister of Magic Minerva McGonagall— to much lower position, and were replaced with those she saw fit. Ron was appointed to be the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, much to his surprise, Author Weasley was appointed to be over the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Percy, being as blind as a bat, was appointed to be Author's undersecretary. He was furious of Ron's higher appointment and hated the fact that he, the 'perfect' son, was not the one to receive that position.

"Work's great. Yesterday I went to see Dad and I saw Percy. I've never seen him look so bonkers in my life. Furiously red he was, when he saw me." Ron said with a hint of a smile on his face. "I got a kick out of telling him to get back to work, it was even better when he actually did."

"Hmm… the uptight Weasley and 'perfect' son looking anything but perfect. Wish I would have been able to see that." Draco said shaking his head with suppressed laughter.

"So, what about you Harry?" Ron asked.

"It's OK. I just wish so many bloody people wouldn't try to get into my hotel room." Harry said.

"Yea, don't they know you already have two people in your bed." Ginny said, sounding playfully angry that they had the nerve.

"Merlin, I understand about you three's relationship, I even accept it. I just wish you wouldn't parade it about in front of me. It's bad enough there's Harry, but my own sister! I just don't want to hear about it." Ron said shaking his head.

"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry, but you've got to understand, the things we get around to doing." she let out a mock cry of ecstasy. "I just can't stay quiet."

Ron turned a vague shade of green, "Dear Merlin, I think I'm going to be sick."

"Just don't get sick on the floor. The last thing I want is to here Draco screaming like a banshee about you dirtying up our nice marble floors." Harry said blandly.

"I do not scream like a banshee." Draco mock hurt, "If you want screaming like a banshee then you should hear those women when they're giving birth."

"By the way, how your healer training going?" Ron asked, wanting to catch up with all of them.

"Quite well, actually. I'm just glad we're on the practical part. All that studying was killing me." Draco answered shaking his head at the thought.

"To much for your small ferret brain, Malfoy." Ron said playfully.

"Not really, but a daresay had it been your weasel brain you would be six feet under, Weasley." Draco responded.

"Well, Ginny how about you?" Ron asked.

"Unlike Draco, I am no where near practical training." Ginny said pointing to the large stack of books that adorned the kitchen table.

"I've been meaning to ask, why aren't you using your desk?" Draco asked. Being the neat freak that he was, he didn't enjoy Ginny using the kitchen table as her personal study.

"I tried to, but the moment I sat my books on the desk it collapsed. On top of that, upon further inspection— after reconstructing it— I realized the I didn't have enough room to fit everything I need." Ginny answered.

"Couldn't you just magically enlarge it?" Draco reasoned, wanting his nice, clean table back.

"In order to do that I would have to enlarge my room and if I didn't it would take up to much room. On top of that, I didn't want to use to much magic." Ginny stated, giving Draco her best set of puppy dog eyes so he wouldn't throw a fit.

"How about Harry and I turn one of those extra rooms into a library with a study, so you can use it when ever you want." Draco said.

"You don't have to do that for me." Ginny said innocently.

"That's okay. It's something I've been planning on doing anyway." Draco answered.

Ron watched the exchange amazedly, while Harry smiled unfazed by it. That was how it was between the three of them. They could instantly have either in the palm of their hands like putty.

"When will you begin practical training?" Ron asked, after Harry knocked him out of his amazed stupor.

"Not for another two years." Ginny said.

"Well, I better get home. Before Hermione does, you know." Ron said standing from is position on the sofa.

"I thought you had that alarm, Weasley?" Draco smirked.

"Better safe than sorry, you know."

"Of course."

"Bye Ron." Harry said, just as Ron Disapparated, Ginny yelled out, "Oh, Draco, I need you now," and Draco pulled Harry into his lap.

"Well, I never…" Ginny started, but then changed a violent green and ran for the bathroom.

"I wonder what that was abou—" Harry began to say, but stopped suddenly as he hear Ginny violently retching in the bathroom.

"I guess that answer your question." Draco said smirking, before Harry promptly hit him over the head with a pillow.