Before We Get Old
Chapter Two
6:27
"No, Zabini. Goodbye."
"Wait! There's something else…"
"What do you want, Zabini?"
"I want to talk to you."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you!"
"Ginny, stop being so aggressive!"
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. This was the way things always were with her and Blaise. They argued constantly, excluding the times when Draco was around to keep them calm. She twisted the cord of the phone around her finger, determined to not let him get the better of her again.
"What is it then, Zabini?"
"Have you heard from Lavender recently?"
"No… why?"
"No reason. I'll see you tomorrow, bye!" Blaise slammed down the pay phone quickly and spun around to see Lavender standing on the other side of the plaza. She waved at him, and he waved back awkwardly. She walked towards him. "Shit," he muttered, knowing there was no way out of this one. "Hey again, Lav." He rubbed his neck.
"Hi, Blaise. You ran off quickly then, all I wanted to know was whether there was any truth behind the rumour that Draco and Harry were seeing each other." She blinked up at him, and smoothed down her really very short skirt.
"No, Lavender. Where did you hear that?" he asked, willing her to lose interest and walk away. Unfortunately, she didn't.
"I heard you and Draco talking about how upset Ginny would be. Say, who do you think Ron would beat up if she found out? Hypothetically, of course." Blaise stared at her. "I think Draco, he never really liked him, and Harry is his best friend."
"Go away, Lavender," Blaise snarled, pushing past the promiscuous witch and towards where the floo point was. "There's nothing going on between Draco and Harry, and I really don't want to talk to you."
"Not even for a good time?" Lavender pouted, sliding up to him, pressing her lips into his neck. "I could give you a good time," she muttered. Blaise thought about his latest rejection, then thought about what those lips would feel like pressed up against even more sensitive parts of his anatomy. He groaned.
"Fuck you, Lavender," he sighed, pushing her towards the floo point, and disappearing with her to his apartment.
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7:18
"Hey Ginny, I'm here!" Harry called into his girlfriend's flat. There was a clatter from the kitchen, almost as if someone had dropped a frying pan, and then the young red headed witch was in his arms, pressing kisses to his face.
"Hi Harry, how was your day?" she grinned as she saw his bright green eyes, but her smile soon fell as she saw they were carefully guarded. "What happened?" He gently slid her down so she was standing on the floor before stroking her hair.
"Two murders." His lips narrowed to a thin line.
"Who?" breathed Ginny quietly. "Did we know them?" Harry nodded slightly.
"Do you remember Marietta Edgecombe?" Ginny's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, nodding. "The other was her older sister, you wouldn't know her. It could just be a random attack, but there is a possibility that it's retaliation from the victory." Harry flexed his neck. "Got a cup of tea?" Ginny rushed to the kitchen, and prepared a cup of tea. Harry stood in the doorway and watched her.
"Funny thing is, these killings didn't look like those of a normal one. They were more like a standard muggle killing. It's an odd case." He sipped the tea which Ginny had handed to him silently.
"Do you think it was a muggle then?" she asked, aghast. Harry shrugged.
"We don't think anything at the moment. Time turners can only help us so far, and we can only go back 12 hours. It'd been two days since they had died when we found them, which is also unusual." He stared into the mug, not really seeing what was there.
"Cho's coming along fine," said Ginny hesitantly, looking for a way to change the conversation. Harry looked up confused. "With her pregnancy," she added hastily, and Harry nodded absentmindedly. "Draco got me lunch again today." At that, Harry looked up and smiled.
"How is Draco, then?"
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9:43
D.M;
Fuck Weaslette. Fuck everything about her. Fuck the way she smells when she walks past after work. Fuck the way her hair swishes around her when she turns her head. Fuck the way she sounds like chocolate for your ear. Fuck the way when she talks to you, you feel like the most important person in the world, even when she's hating every fibre of your being. Fuck her, man. Shit, I'm in love.
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You're drunk, aren't you?
D.M.
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D.M;
No, I am in love. And there's some chick in my bed. That's not Ginny. Shit, Draco, I need help. Come and get rid of her for me.
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No.
D.M.
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D.M;
Draco?
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D.M;
DRACO MALFOY?
It wasn't too bad of a night, reflected Draco, as he went to visit the Greengrass sisters, first on his mother's list of women he should consider for marriage. He was too scared to just say outright to his family that he was gay. That would end the line of Malfoys, and would definitely cause his father to break out of Azkaban to kill him. Or at least put him under the Imperious curse for the rest of his life.
So, this week Draco had to visit all his potential wives, at the arrangement of his mother and their parents. It was not a week he was looking forward to, particularly Tuesday, which would involve him going to see Pansy Parkinson, a witch he had left in his seventh year for Gryffindor Dean Thomas. Luckily, she hadn't been quite shallow enough to tell any of his family about his sexuality, but it was still a potentially awkward confrontation.
"Draco, how wonderful to see you," said Astoria, blushing deeply. The blonde had had a thing for Draco for years now, and she would not let it drop.
"Likewise, Miss Greengrass," he muttered in an uninterested tone.
"Wotcher, Draco," said Daphne, who was far more relaxed around him. He nodded at the other girl, and stepped inside their large house.
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10:07
Hermione looked down in shock at Ron, on the ground before her on one knee. She had been dreaming about this moment for years now, of course, but she had never imagined it being so… perfect.
"Hermione?" asked Ron worriedly, standing up quickly.
"Yes, Ron, yes!" Hermione sobbed, throwing her arms around his neck, crying into the neck of his jumper. Ron sighed with relief, and slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Love you, 'Mione," he whispered into her hair.
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11:27
D.M.
Please, Draco. I need your help…
A/N: Thanks again to ProvidingTheAnswerToTheRiddle, my awesome beta reader!