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Warnings: M/M, language, Fluff, mention of sex and MPreg (MPreg might come into the story later on), Humor HP/DM, HP/OC, HG/RW Past HP/GW, past HP/OC(s), PMS-ing, and gossiping.

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I am NOT going to say sorry for taking so long. I wanted to wait because I wanted to make sure these next few chapters worked and flowed together. This week I will be post three new chapters.

The story is going to have lot of things and events from now on (don't quote me, but pretty sure)

I want to thank all for the reviews and follows. And I hope these chapters make up for the wait. I have already started chapter ten, but won't make promises that it will be complete anywhere near posting of chapter nine.

I might have upcoming delays. I wanted to give everyone a heads up. I do start school soon and I might not be able to finish this story in that time. (which i will put it on hold for a short time) I just bought a new house (AKA money pit) and my daughter just turned three so its harder to write at times. I want to thank everyone ahead of time for their patience.

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Chapter Seven

When I left Hank at the crazy tomato, we agreed that it would be best if we were friends.

With everything going on, I didn't need the added pressure of a new love fling.

I was...kinda am, still dealing with my old love fling. Thinking about Draco made me upset and confused. I didn't know if I should be angry, worried, or just say that I am being selfish.

Malfoy wanted to move on, for one reason or another. He is his own person and can make his own decisions. If this is something he decided, and it makes him happy, then it's time to let him go.

But what if-

What if I find out he doing this for his family? And he really is miserable? Just like my dream?

What if it makes me really miserable, to not have him around?

I guess tomorrow, I will find him and talk to him.

I unlock my flat, as I walk in I realize my mistake.

My poor pastries never had a chance.

Ron was sitting on my couch. Eating my left over pastries, I saved from this morning.

"I hope they are really good, mate, because I'm going to kill you." I huffed. I really didn't want to deal with this right now. I figured, I had at least a dozen more hours before I had to have a heart to heart with one or two of my friends.

"Sorry, mate. Well, not that sorry. For some odd reason, I haven't eaten anything since last Sunday. Mom burnt the dinner because she was so upset, after talking to you. And then my arse of a co-work had taken a sick day, knowing it was his day to buy lunch so I didn't bring any galleons this morning. Besides, I don't know how you trained that cat of yours, that mom gave you, but I had to banish her to a kitchen cupboard. She's been hissing and trying to get me ever since I walked in." he replied shoveling another pastry in his mouth.

"What about breakfast? Doesn't Hermione cook in the morning for you?" I huffed and cast a spell to open all the kitchen cabinets before dropping down on my chair. I was not giving into the guilt trip Ron was trying to put me through.

"She stayed with mom last night." Ron shrugged as a lemon prune filled puff disappeared in his mouth.

"Ohh, was she really that upset? " using my feet to plop my shoes off. I could feel a headache coming on so I supported my head with my hands and put my elbows on my knees. "I don't understand why, I should feel guilty when it's your wife and mother trying to make me the town hooker."

"That's a bit harsh, you know. You know mom takes that stuff to heart. But as soon as dad heard what mom and Hermione were doing, he laid into them pretty hard too. I am pretty sure your safe from being pimped out from now on. Dad also told them its none of their business what you do." good old Arthur.

"I'll apologize...one day? I just wish, they would leave me alone."

"I know mate. And, I am sorry. You know ...about pressuring you and ...the whole Ginny thing. But we really don't understand why you won't get back with her. It seem like you guys were happy an-."

"Ron, Ginny cheated on me."

"Wait, what?" dropping a cherry scone on the floor. Realizing his mistake, he followed it down to the floor sadly. "Aww, I was going to eat that."

"Look! I really didn't want to tell you about it. She's your baby sister and all. But even before that, she didn't make me happy. She just...kept pushing me. Pushing me to become what she wanted, to live a place where she would feel comfortable. She never thought about what I wanted, and surly she didn't ask me. I just didn't need you guys in the middle of it." I explained looking up at him.

"Harry, I wish you would told me. I understand that my temper..." munching on a donut."-is still a bit bad and all. And your right, I am over protective of my baby sister. But you didn't have to deal with that alone. It also would have been nice to know since we have been treating her like glass since the break up. She seemed very upset but never told us it was her fault. She said that you want to see different people before getting back together." he said with a sour face.

"Ron, we will never get back together. Your sister is a great friend, but she was a horrible girlfriend to me. And we haven't talked since then. I do miss her, but only as a friend." I admitted.

"Hmmm, so. What about...this-hmmm. Maalfffoy thing?" he stuttered out. I was more then positive that this was not a topic he wanted to talk about.

"It's complicated." sounding like a sitcom. "Did you tell Molly?"

"No! Hermione and I agree to wait, umm to talk to you about it first. But we don't have to talk about it, now. I mean, uuumm, mate, I was hoping you were joking" he admitted and sighed. Ron was not big on talking about anything sexually or relationship wise. He's answer to almost anything was buy flowers and take out Hermione.

"Let just say, Malfoy and I are going though some stuff. But we were only sleeping together. As far as I know, there is no relationship or anything." I wasn't sure I was ready to tell Ron that there was a good chance I had feelings for Draco. Hell, I wasn't sure if I was ready to admitted to myself. "Hey, Ron?"

"Yeah, mate?" he said digging into the basket of leftover pastries.

"You know you're my best friend ...and that will never change. But, really, you're about to be a very dead best friend if you don't give me that pumpkin poppy biscuit." trying to grab the basket out of Ron's hands.

"Not a chance! I'm starving mate!" throwing the said biscuit at me. Missing of course, it hit right on my forehead and bouncing into my lap. Grabbing the basket, Ron made a run for my guest room, locking himself in. "I will never surrender the goods!" I hear him yelling though the door. Laughing, I shouted.

"Ow, mate!" trying contain my laughter. " I'll order some take out! You know, from that little cafe down the corner. The one with the good burgers." I heard the door creak a bit before I saw Ron's mope and freckled nose sticking out of the room.

"The one, that has that onions bread?" I nodded. "You're paying right?" I was laughing again.

"Of course mate. It is my day to pay lunch." I heard Ron yelp and jumped out of the room, Haley in tow. "Stupid attack cat" he said with the basket to his chest.

"Can I have the basket back?" I ask.

"But, I don't want to give the basket back."

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Going back to work Tuesday was not ideal. I had tons of leftover paper work. I hated paperwork. I had a visit from the boss, who ensured me that taking sick days were normal. I guess working these last few years and never taking a day off wasn't normal.

Even though it was Ron's turn to pay for lunch, Ron ended up guilt me into buying.

I had plans to go and find Malfoy to talk to him. Or so I told myself over and over again. But as the day went on, I was so busy I never made it. I promised myself tomorrow morning, I would wake up early to meet him before he came in.

Unfortunately, when I came in early Wednesday, I was meet at the lifts by Sarah.

"Mr. Potter, I have been waiting for you!" Sarah seems simple with her straight brown hair and brown eyes, but she wore the most up to date fashionable robes and accessories. She was known in as the ministry P.R. and Pubic Representative. Basically, every time I see her, it means hell for me.

" Hello, Sarah. How are you?" I say smiling, hoping I could just wave and pass her. But of course not.

"Oh no, Mr. Potter. Tonight is the gala! You know the one Mrs. Ploppery, is hosting to raise money for the ministry's potion labs and research again dark artifacts." Sarah seem to throw in my face, as she latched her claws into my arm, pulling me back to the floo.

"Are you sure that I was invited? I don't seem to remember getting the invitation." struggling to get away. I couldn't let her get me out of the ministry. Knowing her, there will be a day full of shopping. Anytime, I have to make a public appearance, Sarah is called by the higher ups to make sure I look my best and I don't forget to show. Which ends up being a day of Sarah and me time. Don't get me wrong, Sarah is great. Funny and sweet even. But she was also stern and detail oriented. Last time we had went out she told me to find a new tie. It took four hours. Let's not even mention how long it took for the shoes. Granted, I was well dress. I never seen myself look like that before.

"You received it last week. I know because I dropped it off at your office myself." she informed me as we got closer to the floo network. "Besides, I'm sure some of your old school friends will be there. And if I remember most are far from bad looking." she winked.

I know there was no way out of this. No matter how I wanted a peaceful normal life, I knew I had to attend these galas and be the savior the people wanted me to be. But, I really need to talk to Malfoy and figure what's goi-. Of course! Malfoy was going to be at the gala. It is a potion fundraiser.

"Is Mr. Malfoy going to be there tonight?"I try to ask nonchalantly.

"Umm, he should be there." looking like she in deep thought. "I'm pretty sure I remember him showing up every year. Why do yo-" grabbing Sarah and pushing her towards the last few steps toward the floo.

"Sarah! I need to look my best. I mean...ummm... I need to look better then Malfoy would."

"Oh wow! I'm sure I can make you look your best." she was laughing. "Did you make a bet with Mr. Malfoy?" she said smiling. I grabbed some powder and stood next to her.

"Something like that." I smiled. "Where to?" this might be the most productive shopping trip Sarah will ever have me go on.