Finally, I have the computer back. Sincere apologies for the wait. Here's the final chapter.

Chapter 21

Sex is such an ugly word. I will say it, we had sex. But then, it sounds so…distasteful. I'd rather say that we made love. And we did. It was amazing.

I was very naughty. I didn't return to Mrs. Peacock and Anna for three days. For three days I stayed in some of Draco's old clothes and we both stayed off work. For three days, we talked and laughed and made love. It was rather romantic.

"You know, all this amounted from a one-night-stand." I said to Draco one morning when we were lying in bed together, too addicted to each other that we didn't even bother to get dressed or wash.

"Well, you wanted it to be a one-night-stand. But it wasn't really, was it? I mean, two people don't fall in love with each other after a one-night-stand." He replied, playing with a strand of my hair.

That very day, I decided to return home. If it was even home anymore. I felt like rushing in, grabbing my things and rushing out. No goodbye or anything. It was a very spontaneous thing for me to do. I didn't care. I couldn't stand being away from Draco any longer than a few hours. It was too hard; I wanted him to be by my side 24/7.

When I got to the house, my key didn't work. I knocked and knocked for at least five minutes – it was a weekend, Anna was bound to be at home. No one answered. Well, at least it wasn't raining anymore. As if to stay synchronized with my mood, the rain stopped. It was a hot and sunny day.

Finally, after 10 more minutes, a young blonde girl opened the door and smiled at me. I couldn't tell if it was sincere or fake. "Can I help you?" She asked in the most cutest, annoying-est French accent I had ever heard before in my life.

"I'm Ginny Weasley, I use to live here." That sounded so weird to me.

"Ah, Ginevra! Marie told me you might appear here sometime. Do come in." I was rather shocked at the fact that she knew my full name and actually used it when she had only just met me. She stood back, holding out a long bare arm as a signal for me to enter.

The furniture was all changed around, some of it new, and everything was sparkling clean. The shininess of the black leather couch nearly blinded me. From that moment on, I loathed that cow. With her shiny cleaning agents and…good looks.

"Your things are in the spare room. I took the liberty of labelling the boxes and stacking them alphabetically for you."

"Oh, that really wasn't necessary." I smiled a smile so fake at her that my cheeks hurt afterwards.

"Oh, do trust me on this one, Ginevra, it was necessary. Your things were so… shambolic and unsystematic. The way I packed them should please you."

The spare room was filled with three boxes, one after the other. The first was labelled (in a linked, neat, calligraphy type of hand) 'books'. The next was labelled 'clothes' and the last was labelled 'other personal items'.

"Thank you." She walked out of the room, leaving me to loathe her by myself. I opened the clothes box and found that each type of clothing was piled together, with a little label on top. I felt so spiteful that I purposely messed the 'pants – jeans, trousers and slacks' pile up. Just then she came back in, a cup of lemon juice in each hand.

Her smile faltered when she saw the messed up pile. "Oh…now what has happened here?" She asked, handing me the lemon juice rather forcefully.

"That's how I found it." I took the drink and left the room, getting a twisted feeling of glee at the look on her face.

I sipped on the lemon juice as I sat down and nearly threw up while at the same time nearly slipping off the couch. I sat down firmly and saw that she was carting the boxes out to the front door.

She sat down across from me and smiled while sipping on the bitter drink. "Was there anything else you were wanting, Ginevra? I do not mean to be rude but I really must get back to my cleaning. As you can see, this place is a mess."

I just about choked. "Oh yeah…it's a pig sty. Really, I would hate myself if I let it get this bad." I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Anyway, I'm just waiting to see Mrs. Peacock. I really need to speak to her."

"Oh, OK." She was silent for a very long time after this. Then I noticed that she was beginning to get very agitated. She was sweating rather profusely and her fingers were getting very twitchy.

"Are—are you alright?" I asked, starting to actually get concerned for her.

"Yes. Yes. Well, what it is, is that I need to clean. It sounds silly but…I need to. Would you—would you mind?"

I shook my head, beginning to truly feel sorry for her. She obviously had some sort of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. She stood, placing her cup on the coffee table (making sure it went on a coaster) and then got a broom from a cupboard under the stairs. This unnamed girl surprised me – I didn't even know we had a broom when I worked there.

At that moment, Mrs. Peacock and Anna walked in looking rather brown. Both were laden with shopping bags. Anna saw me, looked rather ashamed and coloured while Mrs. Peacock looked at me, then at Anna, then at the girl and sighed. "Anna, will you take Gabrielle upstairs please?"

"Gabrielle! You're needed upstairs, my walls are damp." Anna yelled. Gabrielle nodded and hurried upstairs looking as if she was about to throw up at the thought of living in a house that had damp walls.

I felt awkward as Mrs. Peacock sat down across from me, in the seat that Gabrielle had just occupied. Her steadfast stare unnerved me. I didn't want to speak – I didn't know what in Merlin's name I would have said. I cleared my throat, hoping she would take this as a hint to start off the conversation.

She cleared hers and then spoke: "You left an eight-year-old girl alone in a big house. The door was unlocked. She could have gone anywhere and anyone could have gotten in. Do you fully understand the consequences of your actions?" It was strange. I'd rarely ever heard her be so serious and sober.

"Yes and the only thing I can say to you, Mrs. Peacock, is that I'm sorry. And I truly, truly am." I said sincerely, wishing she would forgive me and stop staring at me.

"Apologising doesn't change the things you did but I forgive you. Now, on a slightly cheerier note," And at this point her face broke out into a smile, "How's life with Draco?"

I smiled, delighted that she forgave me. She obviously really wanted to. "He's wonderful, actually. I'm really happy with him."

"I'm glad you're finally happy, Ginny. But I'm afraid that it's likely you'll never get another job as an au pair with that agency again. I had to report what you did and it has ruined your reputation." She went grave and solemn again but only for two seconds.

"It's OK. I need a fresh start anyway. Maybe I'll try a job with children at an after school care centre or something. I'd love that. I need to get going now anyway, Mrs. Peacock. It was good talking to you again." I stood and hugged her tightly.

"You too. Tell Draco I say hi and don't forget about Anna and I."

I was at the door. "How could I ever forget you two?"

She laughed. "Bye, Ginny."

"Bye."

I stood outside on the porch, my boxes at my feet, and felt content and satisfied with myself for doing what I had just done. Now all that was left was finding a place to live. It was odd but I actually didn't want to impose on Draco anymore. I knew we should have been living together anyway seeing as we were going out however I found myself not wanting to live with him yet in a strange way I did want to live with him.

"What happened?" He asked as soon as I got back.

"She gave me a small lecture and then we just sort of chatted a bit. She says 'hi', by the way."

He put his arm around me when we sat down. I felt like this feeling of elation and happiness would never subside. I didn't want it to. "Ah, well that's all good and fine but now the matter of your accommodation arrangements has surfaced."

"Well, I was hoping you would let me stay here – at least until I get back on my feet with a job and everything."

"You can stay here as long as you like. As for me, I hope you never leave. Ever."

END

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