Summary: Draco Malfoy is London's most irresistible bachelor. And the time has come for him to marry. There is only one problem: he's in love with his best friend's wife.

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A/N: My apologies if the chapters aren't that long. I just want to update as soon as possible.

In Flagrante Delicto

Chapter Seven

The Burrow's living room was far from large. In fact it was rather minuscule for their rather enormous family. It consisted of a plain brown couch, a brick fireplace, a wooden coffee table, and a bookshelf. Back in the days when everyone was still living in the Burrow, the living room would almost always be cluttered with all sorts of things. Charlie's books on dragons, Ron's chess pieces, Fred and George's crazy inventions, or one of her father's Muggle thingamajigs.

When everyone else got married and bought their own houses, the living room suddenly became clutter-free. Molly had been all too pleased that she could actually sit on the sofa and have a cup of tea on the coffee table. Ginny, who was also a rather neat person, had been happy of the improvement as well.

So, it was really quite alarming when she walked into the living room that morning to find that it was no longer the living room she knew. Almost every single piece of furniture could no longer be seen.

Everything was covered with flowers.

There were daisies on the couch. Lilacs on the coffee table. Sunflowers near the fireplace. Carnations on top of the bookshelf. Tulips, orchids, and violets sat on the carpet. There were daffodils on the windowsill. The Burrow's living room had been transformed into a flower shop.

And in the midst of it all was her mother. Her face was flushed and she was positively beaming. "Ginny! Ginny! Do come in! My, I had no idea so many men were so interested inn you! And each seem more wonderful than the last!"

That was when Ginny noticed that each set of flowers carried a card. They were from suitors. With some reluctance she approached the nearest bouquet. It happened to be the tulips near the door. She opened the card.

To the most vibrant redhead I have ever met. – James

She snatched the next one.

To the belle of the ball, I hope to meet with you. – Brandon

She felt faint.

"Oh look, dark chocolates!" Molly exclaimed. "They came with the orchids. It says here 'Sweets for the sweetest.' It's from Richard. Hmm, isn't he Matilda's son? I heard he is quite the chef! He must have made these just for you."

He promised he would.

She continued on around the living room, grabbing the cards and reading them in rapid succession. All four boys she had danced with in the previous evening had all sent her flowers. The few men she had been introduced to briefly had also sent their best regards. And then there were those she had never even met, yet were clamoring to meet her.

She came to a stop in front of a beautiful bouquet of Ecuadorian roses. They were red as blood. Her heart began to flutter as she picked them up and held them to her nose. Delightful. She thought with a whiff. These were here favorite. Apparently someone had been doing their research. She searched for a card. There was none.

How odd. She thought with a frown. Why would anyone said her flowers without leaving a name?

Ginny ended up having a visitor for breakfast. A shy young man named Danny Frost. Molly adored him. Ginny found him too shy.

And so she had lunch with Brandon, who was now a bit too forward with his intentions. It was obvious that he only wanted to get in her pants.

Disgusted, Ginny went off to have dessert with James. He was still the perfect gentleman and she enjoyed his company immensely. They had such intelligent conversations, and he had a wit to match. However, Ginny had the feeling that there was something he was hiding from her. There was hint of mystery in his warm brown eyes that always turned a subtle shade darker when his thoughts seemed to fly off. She vowed to discover his secret.

Dessert ended too quickly. "Thank you for a wonderful time. I apologize for having to leave. It's just that I promised Richard to accompany him around Diagon Alley."

"May I see you again?" He asked, brown eyes hopeful.

Ginny could not resist a smile. "I'd be delighted to."

His face lit up. "I shall send you an owl when an opportunity arises."

Ginny nodded and left. Richard was waiting for her outside Flourish and Blotts. She felt her breath catch in her throat. He really was handsome. Especially when he flashed that killer smile.

"Ginny." He said, taking her hand and planting a kiss on it. His lips were soft.

"Hi." Was all she could muster. She had forgotten how it was to be around someone so attractive. Well, her ex-husband was, without a doubt, attractive with his devil-may-care grin, sharp features, and cheekbones that could cut glass. Blaise Zabini radiated danger. Something she should have spotted a mile away if only she hadn't fallen head over heels for him.

Richard on the other hand had a softer look. With rounder eyes, and fuller lips. And there was kindness in his smile.

"How is your day so far?" He asked as they began their stroll around Diagon Alley.

"Good." She answered with a smile. "So, where are we headed?"

"Well, I was thinking Florean Fortescue's. That is, if you aren't too full of your dessert already."

Ginny adored ice cream. "Not at all."

They approached the famous ice cream parlor. She had always loved this place. It used to be a frequent hang-out of the Weasley kids. It still was a frequent hang-out of many kids. They chuckled when to kids raced by, seemingly excited to get their hands on some good old ice cream.

Ginny waited on a table by the window as Richard went to get their order. She took this time to stare out the window at the passersby. Diagon Alley was brimming with people. Adolescents on their first dates, a rowdy set of boys with Zonko bags in hand, children trailing after their mothers as they did their shopping, and a certain blonde duck into the Leaky Cauldron.

Ginny blinked. She could have sworn that was Draco Malfoy.

Richard arrived with a towering amount of ice cream. "I hope you like this. I created this for Florean just last week."

Ginny was delighted. "What flavor is it?"

"Chocolate Rumble." He grinned devastatingly. "You'll find out why." He scooped out a spoonful and motioned for her to open her mouth. She could not help it, she giggled. He spoon-fed her.

There was a hint of vanilla, chocolate, and a bit of rum. Her eyes widened. "Do they serve this to kids? That was rum, wasn't it?"

Richard laughed. "Yes there's a bit of rum. And as for kids, that's probably why some of them are acting so hyperactive."

Ginny did not know whether to believe him or not.

"I kid. Of course not." He laughed again. Ginny laughed with him. This was definitely a good day.

For her, anyway. For someone else, it wasn't.

Draco never really pegged himself as an envious man. But that was possibly only because he could never be envious of his best friend. It was simply out of the question.

But now, as he just happened to walk by Florean Fortescue's. A fit of jealous rage shook him.

Enough, Draco. He reprimanded himself. There is nothing you can do about it. You have no right.

He ducked into the Leaky Cauldron. "Tom, can I get a cup of coffee please?"

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy." The innkeeper acquiesced. Draco took a seat near the corner. He had barely settled down when a familiar voice spoke.

"Is this seat taken?"

"Harry." Draco said, eying the bespectacled man with some surprise. "Not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be halfway around the world?"

Harry Potter plopped down onto the seat in front of him. His jet-black hair looked windswept, a slight stubble was growing on his chin, and there were bags underneath his eyes. He looked exactly like someone who had been working a lot, traveling a lot, and not getting any proper rest nor sleep. He would have looked terrible if it wasn't for the fact that he was grinning like a madman.

"We've found them all." Harry said happily. "The Wizarding World can now sleep in peace."

"Every single one?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Yep. Shipped them off to Azkaban this morning. The Dementors were eager to see them. They've been restless for months."

Draco almost refused to believe it. The Death Eaters had been a cunning bunch, experts on hiding and avoiding the law. He would know, his father had been one of them, and he too had once joined their ranks. The Dark Mark was still branded on his forearm. It was a permanent reminder of his biggest mistake.

After Voldemort had been killed, the Death Eaters scattered. Harry was among the few Aurors who had gone off to search for them, determined to see them locked behind bars.

"So you're back for good?" Draco asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"For the meantime. Not until the next job comes up." Harry said. A sense of relief had washed over his expression. "It feels good to be back." He said with a sigh. "So I've heard about Ginny. How is she? I've been meaning to come visit her."

Draco felt something shift inside him at the mention of her name. It was not lost on him that Ginny and Harry had somewhat been an item during their schooldays at Hogwarts. But that was a long time ago.

"She is well." Draco said carefully. "She's actually here. In Diagon Alley."

"Really?" Harry seemed a little bit too interested for Draco's liking.

"Yes. She came with a date."

"Oh." Harry deflated.

Draco felt some satisfaction.

"So I'll be having a dinner party tonight at my house." Harry said. "Just a few friends. You should be there."

"Of course."

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