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A/N: Hello there! Here's the second chapter and I hope you guys will love it!
"Draco!"Ginny waved. She rode her broom just above him.
Draco had just arrived at the Burrow and would be spending the whole summer in the Weasley home as his father and mother decided to go on a vacation. He had been invited, but spending time with Ginny was more enticing than shopping in the streets of Madrid with his mom, a shopaholic.
Draco waved back and smiled. She was in her element up there; hair flying back and forth as the wind played with it and her smile curled in its usual way, which he liked to think was only for him.
"Hey Ginners!" he called up at her. "Get down and greet me properly, you unmannered witch."
Ginny frowned at him then grinned. "In a while, White!" she called back. White was one of her many nicknames for him. She insisted that his hair was white, like an aged man's and refused to listen to him tell her that it was silver-blonde. White was more appropriate to call him if he insisted on calling her Red rather than Crimson. Draco knew better than to argue with her. "Prepare food for me while I finish my ride?"
Draco sneered up at her. See? She's the only girl who dared to order him like a maid, and the worst part? He obeys like an obedient dog. "Sure, Red."
When he got inside, Draco was surprised to find Charlie in the kitchen. Bill and Fleur's wedding was three weeks away, so it was somewhat early to have Charlie home.
"Drake." Charlie smiled at him. He was cradling a mug of tea in his hands. Molly was bustling about in her apron, cooking supper because it was a little after five. Bill was there, also, giving him a knowing look.
"So, what does Princess Ginevra want?" Bill asked in a mocking tone. He had heard Ginny order Draco to fix her food.
Draco sneered at the older boy, moving to stand beside Molly who stood by the kitchen counters. He folded his hands on his chest as he regarded Bill silently.
Molly looked up from what she was preparing and smiled as she saw Draco's lips twitching to pout. He was leaning on the counter top, facing the kitchen table. Molly knew the boy wouldn't show his pout to her sons, he was a man that way. But as she'd seen many times now, he had no trouble showing it to Ginny, provided that no one but her was paying attention. Or so he thought. Molly Weasley took great pleasure in the fact that Draco and Ginny were closer with each other than with any other. Draco, although she knew he had his fairly great share of girls, was in love with her baby. It was a well known fact inside the Weasley household and Ginny was the only one not seeing it. Or if she did, she wasn't considering it. Molly knew that Draco was afraid of losing Ginny's friendship and opted to keep his mouth shut about his true feelings for her daughter.
"Stop making fun of Draco, would you Bill?" Molly asked her son. She patted Draco's shoulder before going back to the kitchen and tasting the soup she was cooking. "Don't mind William, Draco dear. He's just glad someone other than him gets ordered around by a woman," she said.
Draco grinned at Molly and for the millionth time, she almost sucked in breath. Draco's charm smites her, she, the mother of seven kids, every now and then.
"Yeah Bill, I heard from Ginny that Fleur's been after you to buy this and that." He countered. "Not yet married and already under the cat's paw?"
Bill glared at him for a minute then grinned sardonically and said, "At least I'm marrying her." He raised an eyebrow. "Unlike you. Already in under the paw of someone you haven't even declared your feelings for."
Draco felt embarrassment wash over him as Bill's laughter filled the room. Aunt Molly was shaking her head, apparently giving up since what Bill had said was true. He hadn't even admitted his feelings to Ginny and he was already under her thumb.
Charlie took one look at Draco's face and immediately felt sorry for the guy. Anyone in-love with his sister was someone worth feeling sorry for. Especially her best friend, Draco. His sister, he swore, was a female Bill.
She's just not content with having one crush for an entire year. Although Charlie knew that Ginny was looking for something special in a man and couldn't find it in the boys she had dated, he thought that she would have found it long ago if she looked in nearer places. Places such as the kitchen counter.
Charlie sighed. "Bill, cut it out," he said. "You know Draco's predicament and that is not helping him. And Ginny'll have your arse for breakfast tomorrow if she hears you call her Ginevra," he said after taking a sip of his tea.
Bill grinned at his brother, who was glaring at him, not angry but not pleased either. "Drake knows what to do about Ginny. He's just not willing to do it. Right Drake?" he gave the boy a meaningful look.
Draco read the message behind Bill Weasley's eyes and smirked. He'll bloody have to Imperius himself before he confessed to Ginny like Bill had suggested before: just plainly tell her. If he could do that without compromising their current relationship, then he would. But as it was, he bloody well knew that if he told her, she would just up and go, not talk to him, or worse, act awkward around him while pretending it never happened. He couldn't risk that. He would give anything just to be beside Ginny and if that meant hiding his feelings for her then he would fucking hide them inside the deepest recesses of his whole being.
He just raised an eyebrow at Ginny's oldest brother and the one who had taught both of them how to ride a broom. He pushed off the kitchen counter and ignored the snickers coming from Bill. He fought the urge to throw a carrot at him and airily walked towards a cupboard, searching for food his little princess, Ginevra, could eat.
A/N: Thanks again to my beta nextbestthing for being so helpful with this fic!
