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A loud pounding on the door shook Draco out of his daydream as he lounged on Ginny Weasley's couch. He heard the redhead in the other room trip, shouting expletives. "Mother of Merlin! Ow! Think you can get the door, please?"
"Sure." Draco called back slipping into his trousers. The knocking intensified. "Hold on!" he said rolling his eyes and opening the door to find a dishevelled Harry Potter. "Bloody hell, Potter. Can't you leave the girl alone?" He didn't answer. "Well alright then. Come on in and wait for her, I guess." With a roll of his eyes, he plopped back on the couch.
Harry stood looking uncomfortable for a moment before speaking in a low voice. "What are you doing here Malfoy?" He paused before adding, "Put a shirt on."
"First, I don't feel like it, so stop being a prude. And Second, it is none of your business. Besides, I don't kiss and tell."
Whatever sort of rant Harry was about to start was cut off by Ginny's entrance. "Draco, who was…Oh no. Harry. Um, hi." Her eyes were wide as she nervously tried to flatten her hair.
"What the bloody hell is he doing here?!" Harry raged.
"I could ask you the same!" Ginny's voice was taught.
"Yes, but—"
"No! Unless you are here to apologise finally, then you don't get to talk!"
"Apologise for what?"
"You are a complete arse Harry Potter! Get the hell out of my apartment," she shrieked. Draco got to his feet behind her, crossing his arms and towering above Harry.
"I'd listen to her if I were you, Potter. Now get." Harry reluctantly did as told, muttering under his breath. Draco closed the door behind him. As he turned around he was nearly toppled over by the force of Ginny throwing herself at him. With her hands locked behind his neck, she nuzzled her face into his chest. Sighing she muttered, "I hate when he does this."
"It's a normal occurrence for him to show up drunk and unannounced?" he asked, stroking her hair.
"Only recently…I'm glad you're here," sniffed the redhead. Draco lifted her chin up to look at him.
"I'll be here forever, or until you get sick of me." He kissed her sweetly.
"You don't know how happy that makes me," Ginny replied, blushing.
"This makes us official? Because I couldn't imagine seeing other witches." She bit her lip, not wanting to seem too eager.
"Of course. I couldn't either," she breathed, slipping onto her tiptoes to kiss him. As she did there came an urgent knock on the door. She opened it, rather annoyed to find Ron, red-faced and panting.
"Ginny! Have you seen Harry? He flipped out a while ago, saying he was coming here and—" he stumbled to a halt realising she wasn't alone. "Oh bloody hell. Way to be a slag, sis." Ginny huffed in response. "We'll talk about this later, now, have you seen Harry?"
"Why yes. He dropped by and we had a nice chat about how he is a prick who needs to get out of my house, just like you, Ronald! And before you ask, no, I don't know where he is, and yes, Draco might stay over. Get used to it."
"Sure, Ginny, sure. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He glanced over at Draco and said tersely, "Malfoy."
"Weaselbee," he replied in a matching tone.
Closing the door Ginny stated, "It wouldn't hurt to be nice to Ron. He is my brother, you know." Draco made a face.
"But you have lots of brothers. Can I be nice to them instead?" he pleaded. "Ron is just so annoying. And rude. And pushy. And his hair bothers me."
"I'm every one of those things and we have the same hair colour."
"Yes, and on you it is cute."
"You are such a loser, Draco Malfoy."
"And you love me for it." Ginny took in a sharp breath. "And what I meant by that is that I, Draco Malfoy, have an innate ability to ruin moments by taking things faster than socially acceptable." She slowly exhaled.
"You could say that again. It's fine. Let's just watch a movie."
"What's a moo-vee?" he asked bewildered.
"Oh! It is a muggle thing that Hermione showed me. It is a picture that has sound and tells a story. You will love it." A mischievous look came on the redhead's face. "The only TV, it's what you play movies on, is in my room."
"Oh boy," he said slyly.
"Right this way, sir." She giggled as she led him down the hall.
The next morning Ginny found herself late for practice. By the time she stumbled into the locker room she still had half a bagel in hand.
"Well, damn Weasley. You get a new boyfriend? You haven't been late since you dumped Potter."
"Sod off, Hart. Besides, it's none of your business anyways," she snapped.
"Ooh!" squealed Katie Bell. "You did! Who is it? Anyone we know?"
"Um, yeah, but I'll tell you after practice, kay?" Ginny said when she spotted Welkin walk into the room.
"Morning team. And Ginny, nice of you to make it." he said nodding at her. She grimaced back and allowed her mind to slip away as the captain droned on about the upcoming match against Puddlemere United. She thought about the night before and how amazed Draco had been by "Transformers." He had chuckled and said very matter-of-fact, Those Muggles are more clever than I give them credit for. The practice whistle blew and Ginny groaned, grabbing her broom and abandoning her thoughts.
They practiced hard with Ginny giving it her all. She had been in a funk lately, missing passes and botching goals. With her new happiness, Ginny was once again kicking ass as a chaser. She was so focused on practice that she didn't notice she was being watched till it was time to hit the showers. That was when Ginny spotted Ron. "Oh shit."
Katie nudged her in the arm. "He never watches practice! Think it is important?
Ginny sighed. "It's about who I'm dating." Katie wiggled her eyebrows at her. "Oh, fine. I said I'd tell you so I will. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And don't give me that look!" she squealed at her teammate. "He's really nice now!" Giving Katie a soft smack on the arm she slowly made her way across the field to her brother.
"Good practice, Gin. Nearly thought you were gonna kill Katie with that barrel roll."
"Come off it. That's not what you want to talk about and you know it. So let's just get this over with because I need a shower.
Ron was taken aback by her forwardness. "I…Um…"
"Spit it out."
"I don't like you seeing him. He's a Malfoy! And his father—"
"Did his time." She finished for him with a glare. "Don't you dare bring the war into this. We all need to move on from it, which is what we are doing. And you need to tell me a real reason not to date him or back off about it," she seethed at him.
"Fine, but as your brother I don't approve of you having a naked man in your home." Ginny snorted. "Fine he had trousers on, but still. I don't like it and it needs to stop."
"Or?" she mocked.
"Or…or…or I'll tell Mum what you've been up to! Ha!" A shiver went through her and she hoped to Merlin that Ron didn't see.
"So tell her. I'm not scared of Mum. I'm an adult. It is none of her business what I do in the privacy of my own home, or who I do it with." Ginny responded trying to sound confident.
"Fine. If you aren't scared then bring him to family dinner."
"What? When is it? Crap!"
"You forgot? It's next Friday. At the Burrow."
"Oh no," she moaned.
"Scared?"
Ginny snorted. "Of course not. What's to be scared of?" Actually, she could think of a million things that could potentially go horribly wrong, and only half of the scenarios involved bringing Draco.
Ron smirked, knowing that is was only a matter of time before his sister's stubbornness got the better of her. He continued to goad her, saying, "Bring him round then," grinning when she replied, "Fine. I will," and proceeded to storm off.
Draco Malfoy was relaxing in his living room. He'd had a blissfully Pansy-free day and was listening to "Wait, Wait, Don't Spell Me" on the radio. Silly Americans he thought to himself as the host made a lame joke. There was a knock on the door.
Sighing, Draco stood and answered it. He was shocked to see Ginny standing there out of breath, hair dripping wet.
"We have an emergency." Draco was floored.
"Oh my god. What happened?" he said, panic building. "Come inside."
"Um well, I was arguing with Ron and I appear to have cut off my nose to spite my face, if you get my meaning."
"Ah. No. Not really. What is the emergency?"
"Well, we were arguing…about you, actually. And well, he threatened to tell Mum and somehow that led to me promising to bring you to family dinner next Friday."
A look of shock passed across his face. "Oh. Well, that's not good." He said mildly. "And why is your hair wet?" Ginny reached up as if she hadn't noticed. She quickly whipped out her wand and muttered a drying charm.
"He cornered me after practice and after we fought I went to the showers and I was halfway through washing my hair when I realised what I had agreed to and so I rushed here not even thinking about drying my hair; and what are we going to do!"
"Well, I figured we would go to dinner, I would avoid being killed by a league of over-protective gingers, and then we can go for ice cream."
"Ice cream?" she asked confused.
"It makes everything better. Duh."
"If you are up to being in a room with them all at once, then I guess we're going."
"I am." He paused. "I think I am. I'm fairly good at making a swift exit if need be, anyways. Plus, it wouldn't look very good if you showed up alone. It would be like letting your brother win, and I can't have that."
Grinning, Ginny kissed him. "Of course you can't. Can I borrow your owl?" she went pale. "I have to tell Mum I'm bringing a guest."
AN: In case you are curious, Draco was listening to NWR, National Wizard Radio, in conjunction with WRI, Wizard Radio International. Figured I'd go ahead and slip it in bc I'm a huge NPR fan and think it would be perfectly reasonable for them to have a wizard sister station. After all, not only us Muggles like talk radio!
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