Chapter Three
I Hope You're Happy
Ginny's POV
I felt my world collide with the sun and the second ice age came at the same moment. I felt my body freeze as my heart turned to molten lead and infected my viens with it's fire.
Stupid idiot.
Why the hell did he have that kind of effect on me when Harry merited nothing more than a flush to my cheeks during the deed?
Why? Why? Because he was danger. He was mystery. He was everything my mother warned me about in a man. And i honestly belived he might love me. Why the hell did he have to show up now? Just when everything was starting to get into some form of chaotic order.
Because. He was giving me a chance. Or he honestly had no idea he had let himself wander so far from his beaten path.
With an effort I returned my attention to Hermione. Hermione was giving me a look that said she knew what I was thinking. I felt a flush threaten but shrugged it off.
"What?"
Hermione performed her classic, I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about shrug, complete with eye roll.
"Nothing."
"Liar," I accused, looking back that the wall we had been talking about before. "So you're sure that's what you want to do?"
"Yeah. Don't you like the idea?"
"I love the idea. I just want to make sure you're certain before I close this room for the next month."
Hermione winced, "Sorry, I forgot about that."
I smiled. Running a business wasn't easy. George and Fred managed it nicely because there was a strong demand for what they provided. There wasn't a big demand for a wizarding bar on the outskirts of Penzance.
Hermione jabbered on for another twenty minutes about what she had planned. I love Hermione dearly, but she doesn't quite take a hint. All I really wanted was a simple statement saying she would have my room back to me in a reasonable time period. Still, I listened politely, letting my mind wander as I did so.
Three guesses where my mind went first and the first two don't count.
Draco's POV
If someone ever tells you the perfect woman exists, believe them. She does for me. The only possible way Ginny Weasley could be more perfect, was if she was mine.
I can't get her out of my mind. I know she's with Harry bloody Potter. And she loves him... I think.
I don't really know if that's better or worse. I mean, if she wasn't with him, there would still be other complications. Her brothers to name six. Still, she's so damn perfect. She's everything I could ever want and then some.
I shouldn't want her. Yeah, it's human bleeding nature to want what you can't have. But my mind keeps whispering treacherously, What if you could have her?
I think I should stab it with a q-tip.
After seeing her at the Resturant, I returned home to the manor, where my mother was. Dad died during the final battle. Mom's taking it quite well, if you ask me. No break downs or anything. I think having me back on a slightly more permenant frame is helping.
Mom was in the main living room when I got home, pouring over a series of catalogues. Now that we had more money then we could spend in seven generations, Mom wasn't being frugal with the family fortune.
"Hey, Mom. What's all this?" I asked, looking at the catalogues.
"I was thinking of holding a ball. You know the Black family held one every year until Voldemort came along. We are the last of the Blacks, you know."
I nodded. Somehow I was expecting something like this from Mom. She was a romantic at heart and part of me really wanted her to find someone. Let Mom fall in love again.
"Sounds great, Mom. Do you want some help with it?"
She shook her head and smiled at me. "Don't be silly, dear. You're perfectly fine. Now look through these for ideas for your costume."
"Costume?" I stuttered.
"Yes, dear. I think a costume ball would be much prefered."
I was suddenly anxious. "I hope you're going to tell me who you're inviting."
She smiled again. "Every eligible maiden in town. You need a clingy girlfriend again."
I shuddered at the idea of another Parkinson and my mother laughed. I don't get her somedays.
(A/N: Well, guess what's gonna happen.
To md- Yeah, it kinda is. (grins) oh well, glad you liked it!
To Confuzzle- (laughs) well I would love to eventually have a fan club, I'm just glad you like my stuff!
To Bel Dumbledure- (grins) will do!
To Ami- Glad you like it too! As long as you review, I'll put your name down here. Unless you actually sign in!
