My Lovely, Lovely, Lovely readers! Sorry to have taken such a long time but OMG if any of you are doing A-Levels at the moment you will know how I suffer. They are so damn hard and there is SO much work involved. That is why I have not been writing as much lately.

Any way, I hope you read and liked my new story. I really shouldn't start new stories when I haven't finished the other ones. I WILL get round to it one day. I have the WHOLE summer to do what I like so it should be sweet.

Special Note: To 'Walkin-On-Cloud-9- I would love for you to be my beta! Sorry I didn't get in touch with you for this chapter, (or sooner for that matter), but I'm so desperate to get it out its insane! Get back to me if you're still interested and we will talk about the next chapter! Love ya!xxx

Any way my lovely readers who is worship… have fun reading and PLEASE don't get too mad… you know I love you all! Take care… bai..xxxxx

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Draco made it down to Hogsmeade in record time. He was coughing and spluttering as he fell through the door. On lookers just scowled or muttered under their breathe as the teenager puffed and panted over to the bar.

Madam Rosmertta smiled at him and asked: "What can I get you young man?"

Draco took several large gulps of breathe, holding his heaving chest and said, "Dumbledore sent me-" he pulled the parchment out of his pocket. "He told me to give you this"

Madam Rosmertta smiled and took the parchment. "Ah yes. Wait here a moment young man"

As the cheerful lady disappeared out the back, Draco collapsed onto the bar top, still coughing and trying to regain his breathe. Those around him 'tutted' and moved away, as if worried that he had some fatal disease and they might catch it. Honestly, you try running from Hogwarts to here in 2 minutes flat.

Rosmertta came back carrying what looked like an old school tie- a Hufflepuff one.

"What's that for?" Draco asked.

Rosmertta put the tie down on the bar top and smiled. "That my dear, is a portkey. It will take you where you need to go"

Draco arched a brow and refrained from laughing. "Did Dumbledore do all of this?"

Rosmertta laughed. "Yes. Strangely he was here the other day, during lesson time I might add. He left this old tie on his table with a note telling me to hold onto it until further notice. I had no idea at the time but I guess he knew you'd be here"

Draco smiled. "Silly old coot. Why couldn't he have just given it to me at Hogwarts?"

"The mind works in mysterious ways young man" Smiled Rosmertta.

Draco sighed and reached out for the tie. Really, why did it have to be Hufflepuff?

No sooner had he picked it up, he felt the familiar pull around his naval, and he was away.

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The burrow wasn't at all how he expected it. Well, ok he wasn't expecting Malfoy Manor, but he wasn't expecting this either.

The port key had taken him to a random field, coincidentally full of sheep, and he had to traipse around them in order the reach the burrow, which he could see in the distance.

Chickens and pigs littered the front garden. There was also a funny looking, blue contraption with 4 wheels and seats inside. Draco made a metal note to ask about that later.

As Draco approached the house, all was very quiet. He assumed with such a characteristic house, there would be plenty of noise. But alas it was very still, and when he looked through the kitchen window, he saw no one.

He knocked several times, each time getting no answer, so he reached out for the handle, and was surprised when the door opened. So they don't believe in locks.

The kitchen was very small. Pots and pans littered the walls. Draco laughed. Yes this was just how he imagined the Weasleys would live. Not that he knew them ofcourse….

The living area was very cosy. He recognised this room from the time he popped his head through the fire, looking for Hermione, but of course, that was many years from now, so it was a little different, but still, much the same.

The sound of someone descending the stairs made Draco turn around, and there stood a tall, red headed man. He looked older than himself; he didn't recognise him.

"Hello?" The man asked. He was very good looking, and spoke with ease and grace. "Can I help you?" He was holding what looked like a glass of water. Could it have been for Ginny? Was she awake?

"Yes" Draco coughed and held out his hand. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. You don't know me but-"

"Lucius Malfoy's son." The man said. "Yes I know who you are. You were with Ginny when she had the accident. I'm Bill" He took Draco's offered hand and shook it. "But I don't know why you are here" he said, as he turned towards the kitchen. He placed the glass in the sink and turned back to Draco, who had followed him in.

Draco sighed. "It's a long story. But I really need to see Ginny. Is she awake?" It was hard to keep the urgency from his voice. Bill still didn't know the situation.

Bill sighed heavily, and Draco's heart beat skipped. "She hasn't woken up yet. Doctors from St Mungos said there is very little chance she will"

Draco choked. "No. That can't be right. She has to wake up. She has to!"

Bill took a deep breathe. "Why. Why do you need her to wake up so much?"

Draco shook his head. "Look, its not important right now." He turned his head towards the stairs. "Where is she? Is she upstairs?"

Before Bill could answer, Draco had sprinted out of the room. Bill made an attempt to catch him, but Draco's thinner frame was too fast for him.

Draco looked in every room, all of which were empty, until he reached the 3rd floor and saw a door ajar with the words, 'Ginny's room, keep out' on a plaque.

Draco burst into the room, and gasped when he saw a much younger Ginny lying in the small bed. She was pale, her hair was limp and she was unmoving.

Draco let out a whimper as he ran to her side. If he had taken the time to look, he would have seen both Arthur and Molly Weasley stood on the opposite side of the bed, and Ron, Fred and George were placed in various points through out the room.

"Ginny" Draco gasped as he picked up her frozen hand. "Ginny wake up please"

"I tried to stop him dad but he was just too damn fast" Came a heaving voice from behind.

Arthur Weasley smiled at his older son and sighed. "It's ok. Dumbledore just sent an owl telling us to expect him." Arthur said, as he indicated to a large barn owl perched on the window sill fluffing its feathers.

Ron was gritting his teeth and trying with all his might not to jump forward and tear the bastard Malfoy limb from limb for even touching his sister.

As Draco lowered his head to Ginny's stomach, he noticed, with some oppression, that it was flat… there was no baby.

But ofcourse there wouldn't be. They were back in their own time.

Draco jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to find Molly looking at him. Her face indicated that she was very upset. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, and she looked very tired, like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Dear. Why are you here?" she asked in a small voice. From behind her, Draco could see a fuming Ron cracking his knuckles.

"I..I…" Draco stuttered. "I came to…"

"Spit it out you stupid ferret!" Ron finally flipped. "Or get the hell out" He made to grab Draco by the scruff of his neck, and for all Draco knew, throw him out of the nearest window, but Bill grabbed him and held him fast.

"Well Dear?" Came the sweet voice of Molly. She didn't look at all angry, but she did look most confused.

"It's a long story" Draco sighed, running his free hand through his hair. The other was still holding tight to Ginny's hand.

"Well bloody well tell us!" Ron seethed.

Again Draco sighed. He got up off the floor and sat on the bed along side Ginny. "Ok, I'll tell you. But like I said, it's a long story"

Arthur approached his wife and grabbed her hand in his. "We have time"

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Draco told the Weasley family about he and Ginny being transported to their futures. He did however leave out any information about other characters; they didn't ask any way.

"So that's it" he said. The room was silent for a while, before Ron erupted again.

"You fucking liar. That's the biggest pile of shit I've ever heard"

"Ronald please!" Molly yelled as she winced at the profanities of her youngest son. Ron shut his mouth, however never stopping the evil glare he was sending in Draco's general direction.

Draco sighed. "I know it's a lot to take in. Believe me it was weird for us too. But it's true. And when Ginny wakes up she can tell you herself."

"If she wakes up" Ron spat.

Molly frowned. "So you and Ginny were transported to the future…" Draco nodded. "And you were married?" Again Draco nodded. Molly stood and approached her sleeping daughter. "Just imagine. Ginny Malfoy, who'd have thought"

Draco beamed. "So you believe me"

"Its not the first time I've heard this sort of thing" Arthur suddenly said. "I've heard all sorts of stories from the Ministry. Witches and Wizards claiming they've seen their future." Draco nodded. "I'm not saying I believe you son" he said, Arthur patted Draco's broad shoulder, "But I'm willing to wait until Ginny wakes up to find out for sure"

"Thank you sir" Draco smiled.

"Oh ball shit!" The occupants of the room turned to Ron, who was tearing his hair out. "This is crap and you know it. It's some scam he's pulling. Something to do with Vol-Vol…. you know who" Draco opened his mouth to say something. "No don't you dare say anything you shit. This is so ludicrous it's beyond any thing I've ever imagined. This has to be the biggest, stupidest prank you've ever pulled!"

Draco only sighed while Molly glared at her son. "Why else would she have been asleep for so long Ronald. She must have been with Draco"

"No way! Ginny wouldn't. She hates Malfoy just as much as I do" Ron yelled. His face was almost as red as his hair, and he was balling his fists. A vain was throbbing in his neck. All of a sudden, he took out all his rage on a near by heavily stuffed arm chair.

"Ronald calm down. Bill take him outside" Arthur said, and watched as he did just that, Ron struggling the entire time. The twins, who had kept quiet the entire time, followed.

Molly sat on the comfy arm chair Ron had previously just been assaulting. "So dear" she sighed. Draco could tell it was all very hard for the women to take in. "Can you tell us anything else about the future?"

Draco grinned. He really shouldn't… but why not. Who would they tell?

"Well, Hermione and Ron get married."

Arthur laughed and sat on the arm of the chair. "That much is obvious. Anything else? What about Harry?"

Draco barked out a laugh. "Oh I don't think I should tell you. I'd rather like to see the shock on your faces when you find out!"

Molly and Arthur looked at each other. Arthur laughed, however Molly seemed very uneasy.

Draco turned and looked at the sleeping form of Ginny. It could be just his imagination, but it looked like she had gained more colour to her face. Her cheeks were pinker, and her hand felt slightly warmer.

"Sir" Draco suddenly asked, as he turned back towards the Weasleys. "I know this must be very hard for you to take in right now" Molly forced a smile and nodded. Draco took this as a good sign and continued. "But during the time I have spent with your daughter, I've really grown to care for her… infact, I think I may… be in love with her" No. What was he saying? He was in love with her. He knew it. He was smiling to himself when Molly spoke.

"You're right. It is hard for us to take in" She stood and approached Draco. "But I am willing to accept it. If Ginny says all this is true." Her eyes started to water. "If she wakes up that is"

Draco smiled sympathetically at the women. She really was trying. It must be hard to discover that your daughter, whom has been in a coma for the last… however long, infact, one day marries the son of a convicted Death Eater. It can't have been easy.

A sniff started the group as Ron appeared at the door. He didn't say anything as he entered the room, only glared at Draco and sat on the arm chair. He was silent still until he suddenly muttered. "M'sorry Malfoy"

Draco bawkled. "What!"

Ron grimaced. "Don't make me say it again." He groaned. "I'm sorry alright. I heard everything you just said and I'm sorry. It seems you really do care about her."

Draco held back a laugh. "Well, thanks"

Again the room was silent until Arthur suddenly stood and offered to make everyone a cup of tea. Draco was loath to leave Ginny's side but was convinced by Molly that she was fine where she was, and if she woke up they'd know.

Down in the kitchen, they joined Fred, George and Bill. Bill smiled upon their entrance however the twins seemed very uneasy and tried with all their might not to jump over the table and pummel that Malfoy prick.

It was awfully uncomfortable around the table. No one spoke as Arthur poured the water into the kettle and placed it on the stove. It seemed to take even longer for the kettle to boil, all the while Draco stared at a spot on the far wall while the Weasley brothers glared at him, presumably wishing a stray hippogriff would swoop down and fly away with him in its clutches.

Finally, finally, a high pitched whistle signalled that the kettle was boiled. Draco let out a breathe he didn't realise he was holding as Arthur placed a mug of hot streaming tea in front of him and Molly, a plate of what appeared to be freshly baked scones.

It seemed as though no one else was hungry, as no one reached for a scone. But god they smelt good. Draco hadn't realised how hungry he was. It had been a while since he had really eaten. He picked up the biggest scone on the entire plate, and wolfed it down in 3 gulps. The other occupants of the table watched as he enjoyed 3 glorious scones, and gulped down his tea, before he pushed the plate away and stared up at their faces. He grinned sheepishly and muttered: "They were great"

Molly laughed softly and got up to clean his mug away.

"So…" Came the voice of Bill from his left. "You were asleep just like Ginny I hear" he said. Draco nodded, not really having the strength to go into great detail again about what he and Ginny had been doing in their future. Why couldn't he just have eavesdropped like Ron?

As if reading his thoughts, Arthur came to his rescue. "Well I'm sure the young lad doesn't want to explain himself again." Not really. "Draco," he turned to him. "Why don't I take you on a tour of our garden? I'm sure it's very different to what you're used to at the Manor."

Draco would have laughed if it were not for the fact that all the other Weasleys; particularly Fred and George were staring at him as if he were growing an extra head right there and then. He was just glad for the excuse to leave their prying eyes.

Draco stood and followed Arthur outside. No words were uttered until they had walked a significant distance from the house and Arthur turned to him suddenly.

Draco was unsure of his intensions, but he looked perfectly harmless and infact, appeared to be smiling slightly. "Listen son" he began. "I feel it is my duty to warm you that there is very little chance that Ginny will wake up" No! Arthur's smile faded as he picked up a stray brick from the ground and threw it into a near by bush. "These gnomes" he suddenly laughed. "I keep finding these bricks all over the garden. I don't know where they get them from but I hope it's not the walls of our house"

But Draco wasn't listening. Arthur could have been telling him that human sized flobberworms were taking over the Ministry and he still wouldn't have listened. How could Ginny not wake up? She had to. What would he do if she didn't? It would break his heart. And that was a difficult task to accomplish. Malfoy's heart didn't break that easily.

Arthur spoke again and this time Draco heard him. "Molly and I have had time to adjust to the idea that she may never awaken, but you haven't and I know you'll need it. Why don't you go back to Hogwarts and spend some time on your own. We can hold to fort here" he smiled encouragingly.

Draco bawkled. "No, I want to be here incase-"

"Son" Arthur began. "Please, go back to school. There is nothing you can do here. If Ginny wakes up we'll contact you straight away. Ron is returning this afternoon. Maybe you could go together. We're taking him to an Inn not far from here where he can apparate into Hogsmeade. We don't allow it here I'm afraid."

Draco simply nodded, not really knowing what else to do. It was clear that the Weasleys didn't want him here. He'd just have to leave.

Walking back towards the house, Arthur explained that it was really nothing personal. Apparently Ron had been moping around the house for a number of days being nothing but a nuisance, and that it was better if they went back to school where at least their lessons would take their mind of things.

Draco however wasn't so sure that was true. He knew he would not be able to stop thinking about her, no matter where he was nor what he was doing.

Molly and Arthur made sure to feed both Draco and Ron properly before taking them down to the Inn. It was not far away, and they walked the short distance in the fresh air. Ron walked next to his father for the most part of the journey, while Molly strayed back to talk to Draco.

"We will call you as soon as we have any news" she smiled. She was very sweet Draco decided, with her soft round face and smiling eyes. How she was coping with all of this Draco would never know!

At the Inn the barmaid, a small, young women with long brown ringlets and was giving Draco a cheeking grin, which made Ron gag, led them into a back room with a large fire place. Molly and Arthur hugged Ron and bid him farewell. Draco was stood to one side when Molly pulled him into a hug.

"You don't seem half as bad as I thought you were" she smiled a teary smile. "I think I could get used to you being my son in law. As long as you take care of my only daughter that it."

Draco smiled. "Nothing would make me happier. Thank you"

Again Molly laughed. "Atleast I know you'll have good looking children"

Draco smiled and kissed the old women on the cheek and turned to the fire place. He grabbed some floo powder, as did Ron, then threw it into the fire and yelled, "Hogwarts"

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Draco landed with a 'thud' on the floor of a room he recognised. Dumbledore sat behind a large desk, sucking on a sherbet lemon. He obviously wasn't expecting them, as he jumped when Draco appeared covered in soot, Ron not far behind, equally covered.

"Ah Mr Malfoy, Mr Weasley. What a pleasant surprise"

Dumbledore was already adorning his night clothes. He stood and offered the boys a sweet, which Draco refused but Ron quite willingly, accepted two.

"It has been quite a strange few weeks for you both." The old man smiled. "I would imagine you're both ready for bed" At this Ron actually nodded. On closer inspection, Draco could see that he looked dead on his feet. Sleep had clearly not come easily to him while at the Burrow.

"Well I shall not keep you" Dumbledore unravelled another sweet. "Off to bed both of you."

It appeared that Ron must be very tired, as he didn't need to be told twice. He speedily left the large room and headed down the corridor to the stairwell. Draco had to run to keep up with his stride.

"Weasley!" He puffed.

"What!" Ron hissed, as he kept walking. Clearly his speedy departure was not simply because he was so tired. He obviously didn't want to spend any more time with Draco.

This, Draco just wouldn't have. He was well aware that Ron hated him, but if they were going to be future brother in-laws, they had better start making friends some time… why not right now?

But before Draco had time to say anything, Ron suddenly span around on his heals. His face was red and his eyes bloodshot. To be honest, he looked awful. "Listen to me, and listen good" he spat. This friendship business was not going to be easy. "I don't care what kind of relationship you and my sister apparently had while you were in your little coma. Until she wakes up and backs up your story, I don't believe you"

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Ron felt this way, but for some reason, it did. "But what about everything that happened at the burrow?" Draco asked, shocked. "You apologised to me. You said you believed me"

Ron barked a laugh. "No I didn't. I apologised yes. I said that it seems you really care. Never did the words, 'I believe you' pass my lips"

Draco laughed haughtily. "Ofcourse. Sorry to jump to conclusions" He drawled sarcastically. He suddenly sneered, which was something he couldn't remember doing for quite some time. "I guess it's too much to ask that you be happy for us"

Rons laugh was menacing. "Like I said. I don't believe you. I won't be happy until Ginny wakes up and tells me herself that all this is just a lie" He turned and began to walk away.

"It's not a lie!" Draco yelled to his retreating back. "It's the truth, and you're gonna feel pretty stupid when Ginny wakes up and tells you as much!"

But Ron was gone!

Draco slid down the wall until he was sprawled on the cold hard floor. He couldn't feel more crap then he did right at that moment. Ginny hadn't woken up and it was more than likely she wouldn't. The Weasleys, to whom he had grown fond of during his stint in the future didn't want him around their home. And Ron- no, Weasley- didn't believe him. That made him angry. The irritating snot…..

TBC…