Teaching the Malfoys
By: fairy-colors
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. ¾ of the plot is mine, ¼ is Jude Deveraux'. Borrowed some scenes from one of her books.
Summary: Ginny Weasley comes home after 10 years of self-imposed exile and by fate's twisted sense of humor, she finds herself employed by Draco Malfoy to teach his son. Ginny realizes that Draco's son isn't the only one who needs to be taught a lesson but Draco, as well.
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AN: Thanks to two of my readers who detected my age errors, I would like to clarify the character's ages (I already tweaked the errors). Ginny would be 29, Draco would be 30. Nathan's 11, Derek's 12.
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Chapter Four – The Case of the Starving Malfoy
"Mum, you have to give up," Nathan pointed out exasperatedly to his mum after she muttered 'Reparo' angrily through her teeth for the tenth time that day after seeing yet another broken priceless antique vase undoubtedly broken by the younger Malfoy to incense Ginny.
And she wanted to give up. Who wouldn't want to give up given this kind of job! Ginny thought, inwardly seething. From the horses turning pink and green every minute to the burping mirrors all throughout the hallways to the ancient portraits of dozens of Malfoy ancestors down the stairs that kept on winking and saying, 'Hey momma!', she was right about to lose her mind any minute.
She knew Derek was behind all of these and yet the child had the gall to act all innocent around her. Ohhhhh…he can be quite charming, that little brat! But the couple of house elves told her not to take it personally. Derek does it all the time for the hell of it.
Two weeks had passed since she took upon the job as Derek Malfoy's tutor and as much as she hated to admit defeat, she might just have to. But the mere thought of Mal-Ferret touching her in any way sent her into another wave of vigor. There was no way she was giving up, not until there was remaining breath in her body.
"I mean, look at his room, it's as if you hadn't cleaned it yesterday at all!" Nathan cried out, wrinkling his nose as they both entered Derek's room. The drapes seemed to be filthier than the carpet, while all of his dirty clothes from the day before were strewn about the room as well as his pillow haphazardly thrown carelessly as they tangled with the sheets. "Ugh, what is that smell? I wouldn't be surprised if there was a dead rat here somewhere," the younger boy added disgustedly. "A simple scourgify spell would have taken care of all these, can't he at least do that!"
Ginny glanced at his son with a reproving glare, "He would if he knew how to. From what I've been seeing, the boy can be actually be thought of as a squib because of his inability to do magic." She muttered several scourgify spells around the room to straighten up the mess before sitting down on the edge of the bed, the large black standard Malfoy goose-down comforter covering the once messy furniture.
"What do you mean he doesn't know how to do magic?" Nathan asked disbelievingly. Even that thought did not cross his mind!
"He's been expelled from both Durmstrang and Hogwarts on his first year and from then on, he hasn't been able to o to school. What do you think he's going to learn from all the whores he hangs out with?" she asked, a distaste forming on her mouth as she remembered the less than savory choice of company the younger Malfoy chose. "Listen to me honey," she started as Nathan sat on the trunk opposite the bed, "Derek, well, I feel sorry for the boy," she sighed tiredly.
"Sorry! Bullocks! You're sorry for the prat who takes after his father? Uncle Ron and Harry supplied me with enough terrorism stories you had when you were in Hogwarts to last me a lifetime! He called Aunt 'Mionie a mud—"
"Hold it right there!"
"I wasn't going to say it," he muttered before continuing. "All I'm saying is that I don't think anyone needs to be sorry for that git, is all!" he grumbled incredulously at his mother's proclamation.
"As far as I'm concerned, not having a mother to look after him and a father who might as well be someone who is simply there to tolerate you, does not exactly count for a bright upbringing for Derek," Ginny started carefully. "He doesn't have parents; Malfoy certainly does not count as one so I think I really can't blame him for being the way he is."
"Well I don't have a father and I didn't turn out to be a frequent visitor in the whorehouses!" Nathan interjected, rolling his eyes.
Ginny's motherly instincts reached out to her scowling son, "You have me and I love you. That's enough, right?"
"I guess," Nathan said, shuffling his feet.
"Don't worry dear, Derek will come around," I hope, Ginny said weakly, standing up from the bed. "Come, let's see what we can cook up for dinner."
The Malfoy Manor was really huge and if one did not know the exact location of the place, it was nearly impossible to get to one's destination. It took the two of them to discover where the kitchen was, which the Manor had two of. With the elder Malfoy out of the picture, it was quite easy for Ginny to run the show around the house, taking charge of the meals the staff ate as well as cleaning the house.
The past two weeks weren't as bad as she thought it would be, if only Derek put into his head that his classes starts at eight in the morning. The child chose to wake up within the hours of ten and eleven much to Ginny's dismay. But she noticed that once Derek sees the effort Nathan placed on his studies, the boy actually tries to better her son in every aspect of every subject.
It's a start, I guess. It is better than nothing, she mused, as she and Nathan walked into the kitchen. "How does seared lemon sea bass with slivered almonds for dinner sound to you?" she asked, surveying the cold box in the kitchen. It was much like the muggle refrigerator Hermionie had told her before but the cold box wasn't being run by the electricity her friend talked about.
"Hmmm, that's fine," Nathan answered, flipping the history book he was perusing for the day. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that his mother was a teacher, but at least he got used to it. "Say, Mr. Malfoy's arriving next Tuesday; think he's going to be mad?"
"Mad about what?" Ginny asked, keeping her voice neutral, not wanting to think of the wager they placed. She was hoping that Malfoy was kidding around when he placed that wager but in the pit of her stomach, she knew that Malfoy was going to be a Malfoy which meant that he was going to be a pig. No way in hell that she was going to let him touch her!
"Derek's not actually learning his lessons, is he?" he asked casually.
Ginny scowled at that fact as she removed the fillet of fish from the box. "Between the two of us Nate, I really hope I get to Derek before Malfoy comes home. I just wish I knew how," she said, frustration marring her pale face.
"You can always starve him," Nathan said nonchalantly as he bit into the apple he shined on his shirt a few seconds ago. "He seems to have taken quite a liking to your cooking."
"Anyone who has actually tasted Manuel's cooking would love what I cook," she said wryly, remembering the Malfoys' gardener who doubled as a chef before Ginny took charge of the kitchen.
"Good point," Nathan agreed, wrinkling his nose at the two-inch thick steaks Manuel loved to fry in a mother lode of grease before serving it to anyone who had a stomach made of steel.
"I actually caught him come home from Merlin knows where two nights, technically morning, at three am! I mean, what kind of parent would let his own child, a twelve year old child, wander around the streets at that time!"
"A parent named Draco Malfoy?"
"Don't get smart with me," Ginny snapped, her patience wearing thin as she remembered the incident after catching a drunk Derek Malfoy weave his way through the Manor drunkenly to his room. He would have smashed his head down the stairs if she didn't cast a levitation spell on him on the last minute before disposing of him in his room.
"Your Uncle Fred sent me this ridiculously expensive muggle security alarm and tracking system yesterday, which I'm hoping would help keep Derek safe. Fred told me once he steps out of the perimeter of the estate, the system will trigger a silent alarm and would start tracking his whereabouts," she explained, burying her head in the cupboard to get some almonds.
"How much did this cost you?" Nathan asked, taking another large bite from the apple, watching his mom move about in the kitchen in auto-pilot mode.
"Me? Not a single sickle," she grinned back at him.
"Okay, how much did it cost Malfoy then?" he inquired, raising a delicate eyebrow up at his mother, a smile playing on his lips.
"Ninety seven hundred galleons, sixteen sickles and nine knuts and worth every penny of it," Ginny declared proudly with a grin. "I can't wait to see Malfoy's face when he gets the bill."
"And you tell me I take up after my good for nothing father when I do something wicked," Nathan grumbled before having his head mussed by his mom's fingers in affection when she suddenly stopped.
"Oh Merlin and Agrippa! Nathan, you're a genius!—"
"As you've told me a couple of million of times," he said with a cocky grin.
"Don't do that, you look like your father," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, I got it. You gave me the best idea!" Ginny's brown eyes sparkled in mischief as her mind formulated a plan that would coerce the younger Malfoy into behaving. "Go to his room right now and grab his sheets and all the clothes you can get and drag it all over the corral—"
Nathan froze on his seat, not comprehending what his mother was saying. "What?"
"Do it now! Just grab all of his sheets and his clothes and tell Ulich to drag it around the corral; make sure its full of horse manure when you do it," she said commandingly to her son who was staring at her with wide-eyes. She gave him a light shove before he ran out of the kitchen to follow his mother's less than coherent directions.
Ginny grinned deviously at the plan she had, her eyes dancing at the inevitable downfall of the hardheaded child. Derek Malfoy will have to do everything using her terms. It was about time she and Nathan played hardball with the incorrigible child that had the misfortune of being Draco Malfoy's son.
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Derek whistled softly as he sauntered into the dark hallways of the manor and into the softly illuminated kitchen to eat dinner. It was nearing midnight when he came back from one of his Knockturn adventures with his friends. The day started when he woke up close to one in the afternoon, deciding to forgo another one of Ms. Weasley's lessons.
They weren't boring, he decided with a mental shrug. They simply weren't his cup of tea, especially since her high and mighty son chose to be such an annoying prick and look down on him at his lack of knowledge in magic. It was easy to simply skip his classes and do away with not learning any. Why should he? His father was Draco Malfoy and there was enough money to go around, besides, what's the use of house elves if they weren't going to clean up after him?
He thanked all the was high and holy in the wizarding world that Judge Parkinson chose to hand down the verdict that Ms. Virginia Weasley would have to stay in their home for a month instead of simply letting her be paid and off on her way. His choice was a good one. Not only he enjoyed unlimited freedom in the hands of the beauteous teacher, he also enjoyed having clean and soft sheets as well as gourmet foods when he came home.
He had to grudgingly admit that being a Malfoy didn't have much perks. His father did not trust too many people and that included hiring even a cook which was why they had to endure Manuel's less than savory cooking methods, his steaks taking a Bowie knife to actually cut. As for the house elves, there weren't many. Only two came to the Malfoy Manor from the old one and Draco did not require them to cook since Manuel had it covered.
But now, he enjoyed the flavorful and delicious meals that Miss Weasley conjured in their kitchen as if it was manna from the heavens. They would dine on roasted rosemary and orange lamb chops, tenderloin steaks with truffle sauce and baby vegetables, stews that seemed to be cooked for days on end, the meat literally melting in his mouth.
But his favorites were the heavenly desserts she painstakingly made as if they were works of art. Chocolate cakes and brownies as well as sherbets depending on the weather. Pastries so flaky and crumbly paired with luscious fruits and vanilla cream that made him weep with ecstasy.
It didn't matter to him anymore that he had to emulate every single prissy movement that Nathan made when picking up a certain fork or knife to eat at mealtimes. It seemed to him that it was almost too sinful and sacrilegious if he were to treat the food with anything less than respect and reverence. He watched every movement the boy made, picking up the right wine glass as well as the right knife to butter his soft, crusty and yet dense dinner rolls.
What scrumptious creation did the lovely Miss Ginny create for us tonight? I wonder if there's enough dessert for me, he thought with a slight smile as he looked around the kitchen for telltale signs of the usually prepared leftovers Ginny Weasley left for him if he did not appear in the dinner table at eight in the evening. That's odd, he thought with a frown, seeing no plate of food on top of the island table. Must have left it in the cold box, perhaps, he mused, opening the box.
Much to his consternation, he was simply met by condiments and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. He was much too troubled by the fact that the good Miss Weasley actually forgot to leave some food for him that night. Surely, it has be some kind of a mistake, he thought worriedly.
"Pinkie?" he called out loudly for the house elf to hear.
A soft pop appeared when the female house elf came to sight. "Yes, Master Derek?"
"Did Miss Weasley leave some food she cooked for tonight for me? I cannot seem to find it," he said, putting his hands on his waist, continuing to scan the kitchen for the food he must had missed somehow in the kitchen.
"Beggin' your pardon Master Derek, but Miss Weasley did not leave any dinner for the young master saying that if you wished to eat dinner, you must take it at the time she requests you to eat," Pinkie answered, a frightened note in her voice as she delivered the message. She had no desire to displease the young master.
Shocked at the message he had just received, he thanked the house elf and proceeded to leave the kitchen in a daze. He reached the door of his room in the east wing and had considered twice to knock on his tutor's room to rudely ask her to prepare him something edible to eat. But he remembered her titanic temper that he learned she had and quickly reconsidered.
Morosely, he opened the knob of his door, ready to plop down onto his clean sheets and sleep. Maybe tomorrow Miss Weasley would take pity on him and let him eat her delicious breakfast fare. Much to his horror, the unmistakable smell of horse manure filled his nostrils as he approached his canopied bed. Oh Merlin, she did not do this, he thought dismally.
With slouched shoulders, he gave his room one last once over before letting out a defeated sigh. Derek Malfoy walked out of his putrid-smelling room and trudged his way to the west wing where Ginny Weasley's room was. He had to admit defeat and accept that the red-haired witch living with them was running the house. He didn't even know how she was able to wrap him around her tiny finger. Oh the horror of what it would do to his reputation!
He realized dejectedly that if he wanted clean sheets as well as good food, he'd have to earn it. Ginny made quite sure of that message. It was loud and clear as a Howler. Grabbing a tuft throw pillow, he lied down on the entrance his tutor's bedroom and gave off an amused, sleepy smile. He didn't think she'd have the guts to turn him away. You're a smart one, Ms. Weasley, he thought with a smile before he started to drift off to sleep.
Dad, you're slipping. Maybe you should start sleeping in front of Miss Weasley's door so she'll forgive you, he mused drowsily. But almost immediately, he remembered the complicated charms and spells she had constructed around her room with the help of her brothers to protect her and her son from his father. He also knew that the room would give off a thousand bolt lighting shock if he ever came near it within ten feet.
Well, maybe not.
OOOOOOOO
Two Weeks Later…
Ginny folded her copy of History of Magic book as she sat down on the window seat of the second floor room which served as a classroom for the two boys. Within minutes, her cheeks heated up at the scene that greeted her from below.
A shirtless Draco Malfoy was chopping wood just below the room, giving Ginny a very interesting view of the delicious spectacle. She watched as his sinewy muscles on his back bunched as he lifted the axe before giving a sure blow on the wood. He isn't built too big, Ginny decided, licking her lips unconsciously. Instead of being built largely, Malfoy had the frame of a natural athlete. His torso was scintillatingly tapered on the sides down to his abdominal muscles, contracting at the strenuous movements he was making. His arms weren't bulky but were muscularly sculptured to fit his lean frame.
A sheen of sweat had formed around his chest, as her eyes followed the distinct trail of thin, curly blond hair down his six-pack down to the black, drawstring sweat pants he was wearing. On any other guy, the pants would look too frumpy, on Draco, it looked way too sexy than Ginny would care to admit. But her eyes said it all as her unwavering gaze continued to study the unaware subject. His hair was already mussed from the exertion he was doing, sweat plastering the strands on his face with some escaping the hold of the leather thong he favored.
I wonder what's going through his head, she thought, watching the absorbed look in his slate-gray eyes as well as the thinly drawn lips as she tried to stop her mouth from watering further. She remembered the way it had grazed her earlobes as she tried to suppress the long overdue shiver.
"Dad's probably concentrating on chopping the wood, Ms. Ginny," Derek answered with a mischievous grin. "Since I reckon he doesn't want to have any of his body parts injured."
Ginny's face burned, realizing that she must have said the thought out loud. Nathan had his face buried under a book to keep himself from laughing. Tearing his eyes away from the tempting view, thanking Merlin that she had enough willpower, she sternly faced the grinning boy. "I was not referring to your father," she informed him primly.
"If you say so Ms. Ginny," he said, not being able to keep his grin from his lips.
"Alright wise guy, show me where the first goblin revolution erupted," she ordered, shooing him to the map. "Exact location, s'il vous plait."
Derek swaggered to the map and squinted for a while before point a location, "That would be at the east of Scotland in 1743 which was led by the goblin named Grimett."
"C'est bien. Alors, I'm giving you an hour to write a six-inch essay regarding what triggered the first goblin revolution in 1743. I want it to be precise, complete and free of erasures, c'est clair?" Ginny asked, tapping her pointer on her palm as the two boys simultaneously groaned and complained. "Would you want it to be a foot-long essay instead?"
She was met by muted grumbles from the two boys which she ignored. Inwardly, she couldn't be more happier with the progress Derek was doing with both his studies and manners. Although the latter was a bit more harder for Ginny to break through seeing that both boys displayed a prominent bruise on their face at that time resulting from a fistfight that erupted last night over dinner regarding the last piece of lemon tart.
Aside from the usual subjects required in the seven year curriculum, she was requested in the contract that she teach Derek lessons in languages, particularly in French (which from what she had gathered was his mother's first language) and Spanish. It was already a challenge for Ginny to take to teach all the basics that Derek had missed in the one year he was repeatedly expelled from wizarding schools and replacing the tutors he had. Whereas he was supposed to be learning second year lessons, he was only beginning to learn first year spells.
Ginny was thankful on the other hand that gradually, Nathan understood what the older boy was going through. It obviously wasn't easy having a father like Draco Malfoy, whose main interests did not include his own son whom he treated as something as a possession rather than a person. The two boys got along well, with Nathan patiently teaching Derek the spells he had trouble understanding and performing while Derek on the other hand took care of teaching the younger boy some physical defensive skills. The latter lessons not known by Ginny for fear that she might stop the lessons.
Draco, on the other hand, was an altogether different matter.
He apparated home a week ago from his trip in Italy at eight in the evening and was greeted by the sight of his son, Ginny and Nathan eating dinner together in the kitchen, laughing and joking about the mishaps they encountered in their potions lesson that afternoon. Ginny was the only one who saw him arrive and caught sight of him staring at the exchange, clearly bewildered that she was able to somewhat tame his son. She simply smiled at him along with a shrug, making him see that she clearly won the bet they made.
Instead of joining them for dinner as she supposed he would have done, he turned around and stalked out of her view. Moments later, she heard a door slamming. Nathan and Derek jumped at the noise with the latter sighing forlornly, realizing where it came from. His father's office.
The next day, while teaching transfiguration to the boys, Pinkie delivered an envelope to her. Written in sharp script outside the envelope were the words, Virginia Weasley, in emerald green ink. Briefly, she glanced on the content and saw a check for the amount of sixty-four thousand galleons; 10000 for the remaining initial amount and three months' worth of salary from their bet.
Typical Malfoy, she thought sourly, as she watched Derek transfigure his quill into chalk while Nathan fiddled with his teacup which he transfigured from a book. Of course he would not go to her directly and admit that he was wrong, sending his house elf instead to do his dirty work.
Her reveries was interrupted when Nathan's voice filtered into her brain. "Mum, we ran out of ink," he informed her with a twinge of exasperation lacing his voice at his mother's apparent scatterbrained state.
"You're not hiding it in your desk, are you Derek?" she asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at the grinning boy.
He shook his head and shrugged, "Wouldn't think of it Ms. Ginny. I bloody don't plan writing another essay on the history of ink."
Ginny hid her grin at that incident a week ago and quickly stood up. "Alright, both of you, read up on chapter six to eight on the Standard Book of Spells. I'm giving out a quiz after you finish with the essay, which I have NOT forgotten at all," she said pointedly to the two eager boys. "Sorry boys, not when I'm your professor," she chided lightly before exiting the room.
Normally she'd ask Pinky or Twiddle to fetch a bottle of ink for her since all supplies were located in the room she hated going voluntarily in: Draco's study. The two house elves were currently running a few errands in the market since they were running low on food stuff. With a great sigh, she trudged to the office, located at the ground floor of the manor, slightly relieved to know that Draco was not anywhere near his study. He's chopping wood at the orchard; shirtless at that! She thought, shaking her head, unable to remove the delectable vision that stuck to her already addled brain.
Twisting the knob of the door, she looked around the room to make sure that she was indeed alone. The ink was located at the lowest drawer of Draco's desk. With any luck, there would be some colored ink there aside from the standard black and green he owned. Ginny walked up to the desk and bent down to pull the drawer back, sitting on the overly large black leather chair to rummage.
"Aha," she said softly, grabbing four bottles of ink, two black ones (for writing), a red one (for checking) and a purple one (for other various stuff) as well as five standard quills. She was already stuffing all the other supplies when her eye caught a neat one-inch thick stack sheaf of paper in the middle of the desk.
Malfoy vs. Cassel.
Scanning quickly on the first page, she gathered that it was between Draco and a woman named Regina Cassel. She was about to turn the page when she was interrupted by someone clearing his throat.
A very distinct kind of clearing one's throat.
The kind that only Draco Malfoy owned.
With a gulp, she looked up and was greeted by her employer who was leaning against the doorframe for Merlin knows how long. But her gaze quickly dropped from his forbidding face down to his still shirtless torso. From afar, she did not fully appreciate the light sprinkling of blond hair across his toned chest, as well as the corded muscles on his neck. It would be a crime, Ginny decided, if she were not to look lower. Innie, she thought distractedly, eying his bellybutton as she resisted the urge to lick her lips.
"I see that your attention is diverted by a more distracting image," Draco started, an amused lilt on his voice as Ginny snapped her eyes back to his eyes.
"Malfoy," she greeted stiffly, standing up from the chair, his chair, quickly.
"Weasley," he greeted in kind, though his eyes said otherwise. "What pleasure do I owe you for this visit?"
"Merely retrieving some ink, the boys need more," she answered calmly, walking around the table as he countered her steps on the other side.
"I would say it was more than just 'retrieving some ink'," he remarked, as he gathered the sheaf of papers he caught her scanning moments ago, "I see your nosy tendencies brought you to see some things you weren't supposed to see."
Ginny put on her most innocent face, hoping that he would buy it.
She was stupid to think that he would.
"I had followed you when you entered the room, I saw you perusing the page," he put up a hand in front of her as she was about to speak, "Don't interrupt me, I would rather hear nothing than be given lies," he said brusquely, as he summoned a briefcase wherein he shoved the papers in. "It is none of your business, Weasley," he said quietly, a finality lacing his voice, not allowing any space for further questions.
Ginny shuffled to the door with a frown, her curiosity gnawing her insides. As she turned around to face Draco, she glimpsed a solemn expression on his face as he reached for a black button down polo from a cabinet. Personal issue or not, there was a need inside Ginny to know who Regina Cassel is.
"Anything else?" Draco asked, not looking up to the woman near the door.
"Uhm…well, I was, well, thinking if you wanted to know the progress I was making with you, I mean, your, uh, son," she said, piecing out a coherent sentence.
He lifted an eyebrow to her, barely containing amusement in his eyes as he listened to her stutter. "I should think I would want to listen to it tomorrow as I am busy at the moment."
"Who's Regina Cassel?" she blurted out suddenly. To her horror, she watched as Draco's face tightened in a controlled expression while his frame turned rigid.
"Oh Merlin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask," she said hurriedly, horrified at her impulsive mouth. "Really, I have this terrible habit of blurting out what I think without actually thinking, so yeah, really am sorry," she said, a hot flush coming up her cheeks. "Anyway, forget what I asked. I, uh…I, uh, have to get to the boys, I promised them a test. Really sorry," she stuttered before she turned around and fled.
Embarrassment flooded her being as she recalled the idiocy she displayed moments ago in the presence of the person who would most likely use it in a hateful manner just to get her back. Oh and did she deserve some retribution for that breach of privacy she did! Reaching the second floor, she paused at the hallway to take a breath, burying her head to her hands in shame.
She did not know how many minutes she stayed in the hallway, alternately feeling ashamed, idiotic, and moronic and back again. The bottles of ink momentarily forgotten in her pocket before she calmed herself down. She really should learn to think before speaking, she mused, still quite horrified at her actions.
Suddenly, a shadow from nowhere fell over her and before she could see who it was, its head bent down to her ear.
"She's Derek's mother," Draco said softly without meeting her eyes before turning around gracefully and walking down the hall to the east wing, saying nothing more.
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Purduegirl – Glad you also read my other stuff! Thanks! I have to admit, I'm having mixed emotions regarding aielenamin due to the reviews I've been getting. But we'll see. As for Nathan's father and Derek's mother, well, all I can say is that things are going to get nasty when they come. ;)
DeeCohan – Tsktsk…hard decision eh:P There was actually this survey regarding what women would rather choose, a hundred bucks or sex. 86 chose money. :P I'm choosing the money as well! Sorry Draco! Hehehe
Starrynight12312 – But the Lord of the House is very handsome. ;) I can't seem to remember much of Jane Eyre since the last time I read it was when I was 16? Or was that 17? Something like that but I do remember that the male protagonist was really good with words but wasn't quite hot. :P
Psy.Ops – Wow…you actually think my story is hysterical… -goggles- I've been having a hard time forming conversations (if we can call those between D&G) making them funny and witty at the same time and I can't seem to be able to achieve that… :P oh well, at least my work's not in vain.
blondhunter – Good questions! All of those will be answered in the next chapters. As for Nathan's father's name, it's Xander Molineaux. He was mentioned in the 1st chapter. Derek's mother, well…she's going to be doing something not very nice to Derek and Draco…Just wait for the next chapters!
ayumi-dono – Hehehe…I know it would create some sort of confusion about Derek/Nathan's age. Nathan's 11, Derek's 12 (so if they were in Hogwarts, they would be in their 1st and 2nd year). Derek was pulled out of the 2 wizarding schools when he was in his 1st year simultaneously (after being kicked from Hogwarts, he was transferred to Durmstrang and was expelled again).
Syltherin Queen – A LOT. ;) But he's a good kid, he just doesn't like rules especially if his father expects him to follow them.
MaryMadMalfoyAramis – Oh God! You're right! The ages don't quite add up! –smacks head- So yep, I tweaked everything up. Ginny's now 29, Draco would be 30. As for him hanging out with whores, that's the main idea about him, he's a misguided, bratty child much like Draco. I saw the error you must have detected so tweaked it a little bit. Thanks for asking those questions!
lina – I think it's more of Draco trying to create a sexual tension that Ginny can't quite grasp yet. But soon enough, the little fiery redhead would be on her wits end due to the certain blond god who will constantly tease her.
chicklepea – awwwww…I wish you gave a longer review! hinthint:P I guess the time difference if quite large if it's too late there when I update:P Looking forward to longer reviews from you.
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