Blissfully Innocent CH 2

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"Rise and shine sleepy head!" Spoke Mrs Weasley fondly as she tried her best to coax her daughter out of her warm bed. Ginny muttered something unintelligible before turning over. Molly huffed slightly at her child's laziness. "GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! Remove yourself from that bed this instant or I'll feed your pancakes to the Gnomes young lady!" At the mention of the word pancakes Ginny bolted out of bed and ran down the stairs, jumping the last four steps. Molly shook her head in disbelieve and sighed before joining her family downstairs.

Ginny made small talk with her parents and brothers at the breakfast table whilst all along wishing she was back on Draco's broom, soaring through the warm, sweet air. She never felt as alive as she did on a broomstick and only wished she'd ridden on one sooner. When breakfast was officially over and the only person still speaking was Percy (who seemed unable to cease talking about how wonderful he was. Even Ginny's chant of 'Shut up, Shut up, Please shut up.' Didn't seem to work) only then was Ginny free to change out of her night shirt and into some muggle clothes.

She left the house with a small wave to her family and set off along the path to the forest where Draco, no doubt, was waiting for her, hopefully with his broomstick.

Ginny saw the clearing ahead of her and had to untangle her t-shirt from a tree branch before making it safely to the stream. Draco wasn't there yet and Ginny sat down, waiting patiently for him to appear between the tree trunks with his familiar small, smile on his face which apparently was reserved for her only. It took another twenty minutes before Draco arrived! And Ginny was ready to shout at him playfully for keeping her waiting so long when she noticed how he winced in pain as she gave him a friendly hug. He chose not to meet her questioning gaze and instead said "Well, shall we go then? I have my broom."

"What's wrong Draco? My hugs aren't painful are they?" Ginny asked, concern shining in her beautiful eyes. Draco sighed at her innocence; trust Ginny to think his pain was her fault!

"Don't be silly Gin, you've done nothing to hurt me." She opened her mouth to ask again what was wrong but he spoke first "Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine I promise."

Ginny pursed her lips together and put both of her petite hands on her hips "I don't believe one word of that Draco Malfoy. You tell me what's wrong with you right now or I'll force it out of you!" Draco knew the girl meant business and sighed in defeat. He turned around and lifted his shirt up and off over his head, showing her the extent of his wounds, huge fresh gashes were shown, one particularly big one starting from his shoulder and ending below his waist. The parts of his back and stomach that weren't red or bleeding were black and blue with newly forming bruises. Draco had expected Ginny to scream in horror or at least gasp in surprise, but she didn't make a single sound and Draco turned around to see if she'd ran away, but she hadn't. She stood exactly how she had been with her eyes locked on his wounded stomach. She moved her gaze to meet his eye's and he saw them glistening with unshed tears. She let her hands slip away from her waist and started to move towards him. He furrowed his brow in confusion at how his friend was acting but he never lost eye contact with her as she moved closer. When she was close enough for Draco to count every freckle on her young face he noticed a new emotion swimming in her eyes…Anger.

Was she angry at him? It was hardly his fault! But then she asked, through gritted teeth "Who did this to you?" and it dawned on him that she wasn't angry at him! She was angry at the person who had hurt him! Draco was touched by her concern and it felt wonderful to have her feeling angry at the monster that had wounded him so badly that it hurt every time he moved.

Draco shook his head but Ginny persisted and he was forced to whisper "My Father." He then hung his head in shame. The last thing he'd wanted was for Ginny to know his father beat him. He usually only did it at an evening and Draco's wounds would have magically healed before he'd met up with Ginny the next day, his mothers doing no doubt. But that day his father had come home early hours of the morning in a foul mood and used Draco as a way of letting go of his anger. Though Draco didn't realise this, he'd thought it was his own fault why his father hit him, he'd thought that he was bad and deserved it because that's what he'd always been told.

Ginny was beyond angry, she was livid! How dare that evil man hurt her Draco, how dare he hit his own son. The thought of it made Ginny's blood boil and her eyes narrow. "That's horrible! How dare he! Oh Draco I'm so sorry, how can I help? If I ever see your dad I'm going to hurt him so bad that he'll cry for weeks and weeks and weeks and then he'll be sorry he ever hurt you!"

Draco looked up again and shivered with pain, the warm summer wind had blown upon him and even something as weak as that wind was enough to make Draco cry out in pain as it lapped over his open wounds. He shouldn't have come that day, he should have stayed in his house. But he hadn't wanted to let Ginny down by not showing up, so despite his brutal injuries he went anyway. Ginny's anger intensified three-fold at the sound of her best friend's cry of pain. She'd never seen him look so defeated before, so out of control and broken. She reached out her hand and grazed it gently across Draco wounded chest, he grimaced slightly but welcomed the feel of her warm hand. She bit her lip in some sort of concentration, she pressed her hand down a little harder and did the same with the other one. Draco stiffened then relaxed once the pain subsided. He hadn't a clue what she was doing but she seemed to know. Then, without warning, Draco felt his skin tingle under her touch and he remained still as the feeling spread through his whole body, easing the pain and making it bearable. He looked down at her hands and gasped, they were glowing red with powerful magic. It was common knowledge that young witches and wizards displayed magical ability without a wand from a very young age, but the magic Ginny was using was an advanced healing spell. Draco stared in pure awe at this strange little girl struggling to handle a spell that should be impossible to use by a seven-year-old witch whom had had absolutely no magical training or education. Ginny Weasley was full of surprises.

Slowly but surely the cuts and bruise faded away until only a few scars remained, a constant reminder of what an unfair life young Draco led. Ginny traced her fingers lightly over the scars and sighed. "I'm sorry, that's the best I could do." She told him and he laughed at her apology and told her not to be so silly. He said she was amazing for being able to do such a spell and also said he was grateful to her for healing him. Draco then pulled his shirt back on and sat down on the soft ground surrounded by delicate wildflowers. Ginny joined him and rested her head on his shoulder. Such a spell had worn the girl out but it was worth it, she couldn't have done nothing to help Draco that would have made her feel crappy and useless. She hadn't even known she possessed the ability to do something like that. Maybe it had been her love for her best friend that literally shone through. Her love for him… she loved him? Huh, she must. What a strange thing love is. She'd loved him for a while now but only when she saw him in such pain did she finally understand what that meant. It meant she cared deeply about him, it meant that when someone hurt him it made her angry and it meant that all-in-all she'd do anything for him because she wanted him to be happy and that's what loving someone truly means, putting that someone else's happiness in front of your own. Ginny's head buzzed with this new found information and she finally realised she loved that boy just as much, if not more, than her own brothers!

"Do you love me Draco?" Ginny asked and Draco was startled, she hadn't spoken in a long time and he'd thought she'd fallen asleep. He then remembered her question and his cheeks burned under her gaze. How could she ask such a question without even feeling a slightly bit nervous or uncomfortable? "Like as a sister. Would you be angry if someone hurt me? Do you want me to be happy?" she asked softly, staring straight ahead and not looking for a reaction.

"Of course I love you Gin. You're my best friend in the whole wide world and yes I would be angry if someone hurt you and yes I really, really want you to be happy." He blushed brighter as she turned and beamed at him, obviously having heard exactly what she'd wanted to hear.

After that Ginny returned to her usual self and chatted away to Draco about how she'd won her brother Ron at exploding snaps and how she'd beaten Fred and George at a 'How-Many-Cauldron-Cakes-Can-You-Eat-Without-Throwing-Up' competition. Draco laughed along with her and the pair had a great time together.

"I guess we'll have to leave flying until tomorrow it's almost dinner time." Draco announced at ten minutes to twelve.

Ginny frowned and Draco asked what was wrong. "I don't want you to go back to your home. What if your father hurts you again?" Draco smiled at her before giving her a tight hug and tried his best to assure her (and himself) that he'd be absolutely fine.

The beginning of august was over in a flash, Ginny's eighth birthday was drawing closer and Ginny's parents were trying to stretch their money beyond breaking point. Three of their children what be attending Hogwarts in less then three weeks, meaning they all needed new robes, books and equipment.

Ginny was, at that point, checking of 10th August on her count-down calendar. She looked at the calendar in front of her and smiled at what it read; in less then twenty-four-hours Ginny Weasley would be eight-years-old. She skipped down stairs, fully dressed, and sat down next to Fred, inhaling the sweet smells of the breakfast her mother was busy cooking. "Guess what, guess what, guess what!" she chanted whilst bouncing up and down in her seat.

"What." Replied a hand full of her brothers.

"Guess!" she demanded.

"Uh… you swallowed Percy's homework?"

"You're secretly a Squib?"

"You have a pet Basilisk?"

"You're really a man?"

"You're not really our sister at all and you were actually adopted as a baby?"

"The reason you can't sit still is because you have a Red Cap living in your bottom?…Every one knows they like to live in holes." Answered each of her brothers and watched in amusement as Ginny scowled and folded her arms.

"No silly! It's my birthday tomorrow, don't any of you forget!"

"How could we? You remind us every half hour." Moaned Charlie. Ginny sunk lower in her sit and waited until her mother served breakfast so she could shoot off to meet Draco and make sure his father hadn't hurt him again. When Draco had told her it was his father who had hurt him so badly Ginny was shocked into silence and not a lot could manage that. What shocked her was that she could barely believe a father would willingly and purposely hurt his own child. She could never imagine her own father ever hitting her or her brothers, the thought was preposterous! And if Draco wasn't her best friend and if she didn't trust him with her life than she probably wouldn't have believed him.

One hour later Ginny had successfully finished eating her breakfast whilst, in the meantime, reminding her family of her birth date another fourteen times before leaving the house and jogging to the clearing where she found, to her relief, a grinning Draco holding his broom. Ginny beamed back at him.

"Shall we Lady Weasley?" Draco asked whilst sticking out his hand for Ginny to hold whilst they made their way up to the field where the flying lessons would continue. Ginny giggled at his mock (though only slightly mock) grown-up, polite manner of speaking before taking his hand and the pair walked out of the trees and onto the path.

"Guess what day it is tomorrow." Ginny said looking up at him.

"Eh…Wednesday?" Draco asked dumbly and Ginny sighed dramatically.

"Well yes obviously but it's also my birthday!" Ginny said clapping her hands the way she always did when she was excited. Draco grinned at her and thought how cute she looked with her red hair in bunches.

"That's great Ginny. Will you still be able to come and see me?" He asked dreading the thought of having to spend a whole day without seeing her once.

Ginny's smile dropped off her face. Birthdays in her family were a time to be with your family and only your family. To her Draco might as well be related to her but she was sure her real family wouldn't think of it like that. How could she ruin centuries of tradition?

"I don't think I will be able to. I have to spend the day with just my family." Draco was upset but then saw how sad this made Ginny and understood it wasn't her fault.

"That's okay. I'll see you the day after." He tried to console her. They'd reached the field now and Draco handed Ginny his broom and laughed at her eagerness. She took the broom and swung her leg over it without a single word spoken and was soon zooming past Draco. It was like an addiction and she'd been off a broom for far too long in her eyes. She'd felt a strong need to feel the rushing wind in her face and stare down upon the world as though it was merely a toy world instead of the real earth that she was part of.

She flew higher and higher until she heard Draco shouting for her to come down, the wind carrying his voice until it reached her ears. She reluctantly obliged and was soon slowing the broom down as she made her landing.

"Do you know the rules of Quidditch?" Draco asked half knowing the answer.

"Of course I do!" she told him with a scandalous look on her face.

"Okay, okay! I was only checking. Now, obviously we can't play a game of Quidditch because there are only two of us and only one broom but I could teach you some of my favourite moves?" Ginny nodded eagerly and Draco hopped, gracefully on to his broom and flew low enough for Ginny to see what he was teaching her.

After about two and a half hours of none stop flying Ginny had almost mastered four moves and Draco watched with pride as she repeated them in front of him. First she done her personal favourite, the Sloth Grip Roll, Draco thought it necessary to teach her that particular move because it was so effective in dodging those pesky Bludgers. One minute Ginny was sited steadily on the broom and the next minute she was upside down with her hands and feet gripped tightly to the airborne broomstick, she grinned down confidently at Draco before rolling back up into a sitting position.

Next to demonstrate was very similar to the Sloth Grip Roll but a lot harder, Ginny needed all of her strength in order to be able to pull off the Starfish and Stick. Before she partially launched herself from the broom she curled her foot around the broomstick, and then when she felt ready she rolled off the broom whilst keeping hold of it with one delicate hand. She stuck out the arm and leg that wasn't gripping the broom in order to block invisible Quaffle's. Draco had only taught her that move in case she decided to become a Keeper. Which he new she probably wouldn't anyway, she loved to move fast and would get bored with guarding goal hoops.

After the Starfish and Stick she showed Draco how well she could perform the highly dangerous Woolloongong Shimmy, which Draco had been, quite reluctant to teach her for fear of her hurting herself. But with much persuasion on Ginny's part Draco agreed to teach her and as a result she was whizzing through the sky at top speed, moving in a zig-zagging movement intend to throw off opposing Chasers. This was definitely the most exhilarating Quidditch move and always left Ginny feeling hyper and buzzing.

The last of the moves Draco taught Ginny was the very famous Wronski Fient. Ginny spend no time in whooshing upwards until Draco could only see the orange of her hair. Then, with out warning Ginny came speeding vertically downwards and Draco grasped in horror. She was flying much to fast; she would surely crash if she didn't pull out of the dive soon, another metre downwards still she didn't pull out, another metre and another. Draco watched helplessly as Ginny came hurdling towards the ground, now they was only few a few metres between her and the earth un till… she pulled out of the dive, using all her strength to pull on the front of her broom and it obediently obeyed, Ginny's feet skimmed the grassy ground but she was now flying horizontally again and at a much safer speed. Draco let out a sigh of pure relief and walked over to help the crazy girl off her broom. It was completely stupid of her to have hung on as long as she had but even Draco couldn't deny that that had been a great performance.

Draco hugged Ginny tightly when she stepped off the broom and reprimanded her for doing something so foolish. She laughed in his face and hooked her arm through his as the pair started to walk back across the field. Draco could never stay mad at Ginny for long and was much too happy at having her arm linked into his to pursue his ranting.

The said a lengthy goodbye once they'd reached the end of the cobbled path, knowing that they wouldn't see each other the next day.

Ginny walked through the door to find all of her brothers sitting in a huddle talking in frantic whispers. Ginny pulled off her jumper quietly and tip-toed closer, trying to hear what her trouble-making brothers were up to now. But she stepped on a squeaky floorboard and the brothers jumped back as though they'd been electrocuted. Ginny frowned at the redheads and they smiled back innocently, too innocently…they were up to something and if Ginny new her brothers it would probably be very mean and very funny. She gave them a warning glare before leaving the room in search of something to settle her grumbling stomach.

After dinner Ginny reluctantly traipsed upstairs and into the bathroom where her bubbly bath was waiting for her. As she lay in the water Ginny wondered what her annoying big brothers were up to, if they ruined her birthday she would never speak to them ever, ever again.

Meanwhile, downstairs Ginny's brothers were resuming the conversation that had previously been interrupted by Ginny.

"I still think we should go with my idea." Whined Fred.

"If we went with your idea we'd be murdered in our sleep." Stated Percy, who was by far the most mature and sensible out of them all, despite Bill and Charlie being older than him.

Fred and George grinned at each other.

"I wasn't joking when I told you what I think she'd like." Said Bill.

"But I'll bet it'll cost loads." Moaned Charlie.

"But if we put all or money together I'm sure we'd be able to afford one." Percy assured them.

"Yeah and you're right Bill she would love one." Agreed Ron.

"It's settled then!" Announced Fred and George in unison.

"We'll have to go now if we want to get there before the shop closes it's almost six o'clock." Worried Bill.

"It was stupid of us to leave it till last minute!. Lets go now, I'll go get Mum."

And so the six boys left for Diagon Alley with their mother, in search of Ginny's birthday present.

It was half past seven and Ginny was lying in bed, but was far from falling asleep. How could she when she when she would be a year older tomorrow? It was an important day and Ginny was much to excited to do something as boring as going to sleep.

As the minutes ticked by Ginny was still far away from the land of nod and no easy way of reaching it. She sat up in bed with nothing to do except twiddle her thumbs in a bored manner. These were the times she wished she had Draco with her to talk to. Spending so long in silence was almost unbearable for Ginny and she longed to say something, anything but she couldn't very well sit and talk to herself. She lay back down and thought about the last four months of her life, that summer had been one of the best Ginny had ever had and she never wanted it to end. She thought about the first day she'd meet that posh little blonde boy with the beautiful eyes, he'd been very distant then, hardly saying one word and constantly cautious of Ginny. She then remembered the next day when she'd found Draco with a wet face and he'd grinned at her for the first time. She remembered how he'd comforted her when she'd been upset and how he'd made it better by taking her flying himself. He'd introduced her to her new passion and she'd always be grateful for that. But then she'd remembered seeing his half naked body covered with deep bleeding wounds and tender purple bruises, she remembered how anger had wriggled its way through ever bone in her body, the angriest she'd ever been in her life and it was all over one person. But he was her best friend and of course she was going to have been mad that someone had made him feel pain, it was only natural. Ginny then thought about how many more wonderful years they'd spend as best friends…50?...60?...As long as they lived? Ginny hoped for the latter. She then drifted into a light slumber with thoughts and memories of Draco playing through her mind.

Ginny woke to the cliché sound of a roster crowing outside. She sat up and yawned widely then smiled. She looked over to her calendar on the wall, 11th august, it was her birthday!

Ginny bounced out of bed and pulled open her door. "Wake up everyone, wake up! It's my Birthday, get up!" she shouted as she ran through the house and down the stairs.

"Happy Birthday my dear, what would you like for breakfast? Anything you want, I'll make it." Molly asked smiling at her daughter.

Ginny beamed back "Pancakes of course!"

Ginny sat down at the table just as her brother came bounding down the stairs. "Birthday cake!" shouted Fred.

"He means Happy Birthday Gin-bug." Laughed George as he sat down opposite Ginny who scowled at the pet name.

Bill, Charlie and Ginny's farther gave her a hug and wished her a Happy Birthday. Molly dished out the pancakes and her hungry family devoured them in no time.

"Present time!" shouted Ginny excitedly.

Ginny's mother appeared carrying a reasonably big pile of wrapped presents. Ginny opened them greedily whilst stopping to admire each one.

She received the customary knitted jumper, a box of homemade fudge, two new dresses, a fairytale story book and a collection of muggle toys from her mother and father. She got given a goblin made silver necklace and a pair glittering slippers from her Aunt Muriel, who always had liked her more than her boisterous brothers. She was given a soft brown teddy bear with a satin bow and a jigsaw puzzle from two muggle sisters she'd made friends with in the town. Her grandmother and grandfather gave her book voucher for Flourish & Blotts and a distant muggle cousin of hers had given her an expensive set of colourful makeup, which her mother tutted at.

All-in-all she was very happy with her presents, then remembered something. Her brothers' present, they never forgot, so where was it? Ginny looked at her brothers expectantly and they grinned mischievously back before Bill pulled out a big box with peep holes in from under the table and pushed it towards her gently.

Ginny stared at the box curiously and heard a noise from inside it. Her eyes widened and she looked at her mother and father as though asking if it was safe to open. She received and affirmative nod from both of them.

Ginny gulped then stood up from her chair so she'd be able to see inside when it was open. She then cautiously lifted up one of the flaps and then the other. She pulled the box nearer and looked inside. What she saw made her squeal in delight and her hands made a beeline for the contents of the box, pulling out a tiny red fur ball with a white bow tied loosely around its neck. Ginny pulled the baby kitten into her waiting arms and stroked it gently whilst holding it as though it may break. The fluffy kitten looked up at its new owner with playful green eyes. Ginny was in love.

She thanked her brothers over and over again for their fantastic gift which she'd named Rum. Rum and Gin they'd be known as now, which made her brothers laugh hysterically for five minutes solid.

Ginny played with her new kitten nearly the whole morning and was starting to wonder whether she should have called him 'curious' because he certainly was that! The little thing was like an inquisitive child and was into everything. The toilet, the bin and he father's shoe were among some of the stranger things.

Later that morning Molly announced that dinner would be served outside because she wanted to take advantage of the nice weather; soon it would be raining all the time. The family agreed and so they all ate their curry and rice outside where the air was warm and the flies were everywhere, meaning Fred and George could host their annual How-Many-Flies-Can-You-Eat-Before-Mum-Finds-Out. They asked if Ginny was playing and she responded with a disgusted 'No' she was eight now! She was much too old to partake in such immature games.

Ginny spend most of the afternoon wishing she could see Draco, she wanted to show him her new kitten, but would have to wait till the next day.

Ginny's parents had promised her they could make smore's after tea and so Arthur magicked up some fire and a few dry logs for them to sit on around the fire. The night was spend stuffing their faces with burned marshmallows, singing songs and telling ghost stories. Ginny had a wonderful time and Draco was put from her mind for a few hours only to return again when the sun set and Molly announced that it was time for the children to go the bed, they, of course whined at this and the boys tried to barter themselves some more time.

Ginny kissed her family goodnight and thanked them again for the wonderful day and the lovely presents. Speaking of presents, Rum seemed to be stuck to Ginny's side. Where ever she went so did he. Ginny found it cute and loved him even more for it.

Ginny struggled into her pj's and climbed into bed whilst Rum curled up at the bottom of Ginny's bed. As Ginny started to drift of to sleep a tapping noise found its way into her ears. At first Ginny thought it was part of her dream but then it got louder and she was forced to open her eyes and look for the source…and found it.

A snow white owl was tapping its beak continuously off the glass of her window. She hurried to open the window and the bird angled its way inside. Ginny only then noticed the strangely shaped parcel it was carrying. It flew over to her bed post, seemingly not bothered by the hissing kitten that it had woken and whom was now sending the proud owl death glares. It stuck out its leg and Ginny untied the note, suddenly sleep seemed unimportant, she had received a letter and a parcel and Ginny was unexplainably excited to see who it was from.

The owl left through the open window and Ginny unfolded the note gently as though making any sudden movements might set the note and parcel a light.

The note read…

Happy Birthday Ginny, I hope you had a wonderful day? Here is my gift to you, enjoy.

DM

Ginny smiled at the brief note and put it down on her bed before moving over to investigate to gift. If it was from Draco than she already had a suspicion of what It may be, but didn't build her hopes up.

Ginny unpeeled the first layer of brown paper and carried on pulling and ripping until her present was uncovered and her heart filled with joy. There on her bed sat a brand new, shiny, and very expensive broomstick. It was a Nimbus and a new model. Ginny was gob-smacked. Draco had given her, her first broomstick! She wanted to shout out with happiness but managed, just, to refrain. Instead she ran her hand over the wood then hid it under her bed; how could she explain such a thing to her family?

That night she slept with a smile on her face, her birthday had been a complete and utter success.

Ginny was abruptly woken up the next morning by the sound of hushed voices outside her bedroom door. "Shh Mel, be quiet or you'll wake up the whole house." Ginny, despite her grogginess from having only woken up, instantly recognised the voice of her oldest brother Bill. Another, female voice replied to the first with a giggle. Ginny's curiosity got the better of her and she crept out of bed, tip-toed to her bedroom door, opened it and peered through the crack she had definitely not been expecting what she saw. There stood her brother, clad only a faded shirt and his boxers, eating the face of a pretty, blonde girl. Ginny gasped in shock and horror at the scene unfolding in front of her. What was her brother doing? Slobbering all over that poor girl's face is hardly hygienic and was probably very uncomfortable. Bill ceased his eating upon hearing the gasp and spun round quickly, meeting the confused eyes of his youngest sibling.

"That's horrible Bill!" Ginny almost shouted.

"Hush Ginny, be quiet or you'll wake Mum!" Bill said frantically before he turned back around and whispered something in the girl's ear. She nodded once, and then disappeared silently down the stairs and out the house.

"Why were you eating her face Bill?" asked Ginny sternly with her hands on her hips.

"Stop being so naïve Ginny! I wasn't eating her! I was kissing her!"

"Ew! Why? That's disgusting; I'm never, ever doing that!"

Bill ran his hand through his already messy hair, seriously not wanting to be having such a conversation with Ginny. He most definitely didn't want to be the one who told his eight-year-old sister about the birds and the bees.

"Look Ginny, maybe now you wouldn't want to kiss anyone but when you're older you will." Ginny wrinkled her nose in disgust and Bill continued, trying his best to put it in a way she would understand at such a tender age "When you like someone a lot you show them that you do by kissing them." Ginny was trying desperately to make heads or tails of this information in her head. She loved her Mum and Dad, but she would never kiss them like how Bill had kissed that girl.

"I don't understand." She told him frowning.

Bill sighed deeply "What I'm saying Ginny, is that you'll have to kiss someone eventually, everyone does and after your first kiss it becomes easier, I promise. Now go back to bed and try to forget what you saw ok?" Ginny nodded her tired, confused head before hugging her brother goodnight.

The littlest redhead lay down on top of her bed, frowning. Was Bill telling the truth when he said she'd have to kiss someone one day? Or was he just trying to scare her? She'd liked to have thought he was lying to her. That way, none of it would be true and she wouldn't really have to do such a horrible thing as kissing a boy! But, what if Bill was telling the truth? Who would she kiss? She was sure there was no one she'd like to kiss, but if she had to…she'd want it to be Draco. After all, apart from her brothers he was the only boy she knew and liked. But he'd never do such a thing with her.

As soon as she saw Draco the next day she was going to tell him what Bill had told her and hopefully he'd tell her that her stupid big brother was a liar and that no, she would never have to kiss anyone.

Ginny's body was telling her she was absolutely exhausted by yawning widely, but Ginny mind was far to preoccupied. She lay awake all that night worrying and hoping that Draco held some answers for her.

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