Chapter 4: Oh kill me now

Ginny sat in the common room, a blanket thrown over her shoulders as she bottle fed Lynx. It was six in the morning, and the common room was deserted of all other students.

"There you are," Hermione said as she hopped down the stairs in her uniform, ready for the day.

"Here I am," Ginny replied, suppressing a yawn.

"This came for you last night, but you were in the library and I didn't see you come back in. I kept it for you," she said, handing Ginny a thick envelope.

Ginny had spent a good portion of her evening in the Headmaster's office, trying to convince him that allowing Draco and her to get a divorce was really in everyone's best interests. Dumbledore had been quick to see that Ginny was right, and that the mock relationship between Draco and her just wasn't working out as planned.

She felt good about what she had accomplished, and was certain that Dumbledore would grant her the divorce she rightfully deserved.

Ginny smiled happily at Hermione and handed her Lynx before taking the envelope from her. She looked at it and noticed the Hogwarts crest on the top left corner. Her smile grew wider as she tore it open; she hadn't expected the divorce to go through this quickly.

Miss Weasley,

You made a very strong case in my office this evening, and I have to agree that things between you and Mr. Malfoy aren't working according to plan. I fear that it is the lack of communication and past differences that keep you from being fit to parent Lynx Arthur Malfoy.

With that said, I still don't think that a divorce would be in the best interests of the two of you at the moment. If I granted you a divorce based on past differences and lack of communication I would have to grant divorces to ALL Gryffindor/Slytherin partnerships, which is something I very much can't do.

What I can do is sign both you and Mr. Malfoy up for MANDATORY therapy sessions so that you can work out your differences in a convenient and supervised manner.

Your first meeting will be on Thursday, November 20th at 6:30pm. You will meet with Mr. Malfoy and the assigned counsellor on the third floor in the empty Transfiguration room.

Dumbledore

Headmaster

Ginny looked at the piece of parchment with a frown on her face. Had she read that correctly? She scanned the contents of the letter once again. The words had not changed and she had not misread it. Ginny banged her head against the back of the chair she was seated on repeatedly. Not only did she not get the divorce she was sure she would get, she ended up being forced to spend time with Malfoy…and a councillor.

How had things gone so wrong?

"Are you okay, Ginny?" Hermione asked, looking at the younger girl with an expression of worry clear on her face.

"Oh, I'm bloody fantastic," she retorted sarcastically as she took her baby from Hermione.

"This all your fault," she muttered darkly to the baby in her hands. He just looked up at her and gave her an adorable toothless grin. "Stop it, I can't stay mad at you when you act all cute," she told him sternly.

"Gin, are you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked once again, "I mean, you are having a conversation with a, well... a toy."

Ginny sighed. "I'm fine, really, I'm just really tired. I don't understand how you can be so... so you in the morning, considering you have twins."

"I get tired too, of course, but Ron and I take care of the kids every day together, rather than by ourselves every other day, so it's easier," Hermione said, sounding suspiciously like the letter Dumbledore had sent her.

Ginny gave the older girl a look before turning her attention back to Lynx. Today was going to be hell.

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"Ginny, you're over-reacting," Luna said, her voice taking on its usual dreamy quality. Ginny turned to frown at the blonde.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" She asked as she jotted down notes off the board in Charms class.

"Because it's true," Luna stated as she looked down at Sasha and Lynx, who were sleeping by her feet. "Do you think I like this?"

"Blaise is so much better compared to Malfoy," Ginny complained, growing frustrated at everyone's calm attitudes.

"Oh yeah, so much better," Luna said, a hint of sarcasm present in her voice. "I got paired with the Italian manwhore and you with the English one. Face it Gin, we're both stuck with people that we don't like, but we aren't the only ones. Most people are partnered with someone they don't like."

Ginny looked at the blonde and sighed, leaning back into her chair. Maybe Luna was right; maybe it was time that she quit whining and just sucked it up. She was a Weasley after all, and she could deal with that spoilt little Malfoy; after all, Ron did it practically every day. She knew her mother would be disappointed in her if she saw her now.

"Fine, I'll go to this stupid therapy thing tonight, but I'm not going to act all happy about it," Ginny said.

She saw Luna grinning through her peripheral vision.

"That's all I ask," Luna said after a moment.

Ginny threw her quill down on her parchment and flexed her fingers. They were starting to cramp with all the writing. She noticed that most of the class was still writing away, and used that time to look over at the children.

Lynx was sleeping, his mouth gaping open, his chest rising and falling. Sasha, on the other hand, seemed to be wide awake now. Her hair was dark blonde, a mix between Luna and Blaise. It was fairly short, and she had a cute pink bow in her hair that Luna told Ginny was all Blaise's doing.

The girl was on the pale side, her eyes a bright blue. She was dressed in an adorable green dress that Luna had purchased from the same catalogue that Draco had given her for Lynx - he may have be a pain in the arse, but Draco definitely knew where to get the cutest kids' clothing.

"You won't believe what Blaise did," Luna said as she launched into a story involving a pink shirt with a very explicit message.

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Ginny had a quick dinner in the kitchen where Dobby regaled her with tales of the house elf adventures through Hogwarts. She finished quickly, bidding goodbye to the excited house elf, and started on her journey to the third floor.

She arrived outside the Transfiguration room with fifteen minutes to spare. Ginny thought about turning away, but decided against it. She pushed open the door and was surprised to see Malfoy sitting there, his back to her as he bent over a book.

Ginny walked in and tried to make some noise as she sat down in a chair on the other side of the room. She watched as Draco looked up at her, a sneer on his face.

"Where is Lynx?" he asked, as he noticed that the child was not with Ginny. Most likely concerned more about his grade than the boy's well-being.

"Hermione and Ron are baby sitting him," she said nonchalantly.

"Tell me Weasley, why am I here?"

"Well I was trying to get us divorced, as in cancelling our partnership?"

"Then how the hell did we end up in therapy?"

"My plan was flawed, sue me."

"Oh, don't think I can't," he muttered as he turned back to his homework.

Ginny watched him; she never knew he was so studious. It wasn't a big secret that Draco was a smart kid, but she never thought he had to work for his grades. It was stupid really, but she just assumed that he just got them. Kind of like how Harry was skilled at Quidditch. It wasn't something he had to work to perfect.

"Weasley, I know I'm irresistible, but can you stop staring at me? At least close your mouth, you're starting to create a puddle on the floor."

Ginny didn't have time to respond to his snide comment before the heavy wooden door swung open, casting the silhouette of a grown man standing in the doorway, looking very imposing. He stepped into the room and Ginny just stared, her mouthing hanging wide open. Draco looked baffled too, though he managed to keep his mouth closed.

"Not. One. Word," Snape said as he walked to the front of the room, settling in behind the desk. He pulled out his wand, casting a spell to close and lock the door.

"You?" Ginny asked, a look of confusion clear on her face.

Snape shot her a dark look, but otherwise didn't acknowledge that she had spoken. Typical. Ginny huffed and leant back into her seat; how was counselling with Snape supposed to work to anyone's benefit? She peeked at Draco from the corner of her eye, and noticed that he looked more composed than she did, but the shock was still there. She glanced once again at Snape as he fumbled with some papers, muttering darkly to himself. Ginny picked up on the words "Dumbledore", "mind", "crack" and the phrase "kill them both." She didn't even want to know what he was going on about, but it was obvious that he wanted to be here less than she did, and that was saying something.

"Why do you think that Dumbledore has decided that this was in your best interest?" Snape asked his voice was void of emotion.

"Who knows what the old coot is thinking," Draco muttered and Ginny had to hold back a smile. Normally she would jump to the Headmaster's defence, but she wasn't too happy with him currently.

Snape gave the boy a hard look before he turned his attention back to his parchment. Ginny realized that Snape was reading questions off the sheet. She had never been in therapy before, but she was pretty sure this wasn't how it was done.

"Mr. Malfoy, why do you dislike Miss Weasley so much?"

"Well there's this slight problem of her being, how should I put it... a Weasley," Draco said, lounging in his chair. Ginny huffed at his response.

"And how do you feel about this, Miss Weasley?"

"Oh, my heart is breaking," Ginny said sarcastically.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Draco said with a smirk. Oh, how she would love to wipe that stupid grin off his stupid smug face.

"Bite me."

"Oh, do you like that sort of—"

"Enough!" Snape said, before their bickering got out of control, as it usually did.

Ginny folded her arms across her chest as she leaned back in her chair, a scowl on her face. She looked up at Snape who was clutching his wand tightly, his gaze fixed between the two students.

"Why do you think the Malfoys are better than the Weasleys?" Snape asked.

"What have the Weasleys ever done?" Draco asked in a bored tone.

"More than the Malfoys," Ginny shot back.

"Like what?" Draco asked, as if he was amused by the situation.

"My dad works for the Ministry—"

"So does mine," Draco shot back.

"There's a difference between working for and paying off," Ginny said her voice becoming acidic.

"It's called donating to charity, but I guess you wouldn't know what that is, since you're more used to getting it than giving it," Draco said, his face looking slightly flushed.

Ginny glared at him, his comment stinging more than it should have. She was not reliant on charity, just because her family didn't have as much money as his family did.

"Well at least my parents love me," Ginny said. It was weak, she knew it, but she had to say something.

"Yeah, my parents hate me so much. Maybe that's why they are always buying me things."

"Well if they buy you a broom, it's so you spend time in the sky, rather than annoying them," Ginny spat back, anger rising within her. She watched Malfoy open his mouth to retort, but he seemed to falter. His cold, grey eyes made contact with her, and she could feel the anger radiating from them. Ginny swelled with pride as she realized that she had managed to hit a nerve.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked happily as his eyes narrowed.

"I've had enough!" Snape barked, his left hand clutching his wand tightly. Ginny wiped the smile off her face as she looked at the older man. "I want both of you out."

Ginny got up quickly, rushing to the door, but it was still locked. She turned back around to look at Snape. She noticed that he was watching Draco pack up his things.

"Both of you will spend every minute together from the end of your daily classes until curfew during the weekdays. I will find out if you don't, and the consequences will be those which I'm sure you'd rather not face. This will be in effect from tomorrow."

Ginny heard the lock click, and she was able to pull the door open.

"Good job, Weasley," Draco said darkly from behind her. She was really getting sick of his attitude.

"Oh fuck off, Malfoy," she said as she reached the stairs.

"I know you wi—" he was cut off as Ginny pointed her wand at him, shooting out her infamous bat-bogey curse, which seemed to shut him up effectively.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," called Snape from behind her.

"Damn," she muttered as she climbed up the stairs, heading to the Gryffindor common room to relieve her brother and Hermione of their baby sitting duties.

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