Our House

The Muppets

Young Ginny plays with her dolls.

Oh a man came to our house, our house, our house,
A man came to our house to sell us some brooms.

When Ginny was a little girl she had the best set of dolls. They were old and some were missing parts but she always liked to pretend they were members of her family. Percy usually ended up being a girl because she didn't have enough boy dolls.

Whenever one of her brothers pissed her off, the doll ended up in a very unflattering place. Usually it involved the bathroom.

Standing in the empty ball room, her heart broken, Ginny realized that people weren't that different from dolls. And when one had been bad, you just had to shove their head in a toilet for a while.

So, we asked him to come in and we hit him with a hammer
And we hid him in the closet in my father's room!

Draco Malfoy was feeling pretty good about himself. It wasn't every day a cute little thing like Ginny Weasley accidentally made a pass at him. He had laughed quite hard and for good reason. Not that she wasn't attractive. She had that wholesome prettiness that would find her a faithful husband.

But she was home cooking and he was accustomed to fine dining.

So he had crushed her. Big deal. She would get over it. Maybe she would understand her place in the hierarchy. Blaise was constantly going on about how pretty she was and did Draco know that the Weasley family was one of the oldest wizarding families?

Yes, Blaise. Just go snog the girl already.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked that pairing. He basically controlled Blaise and having a Weasley at Blaise's beck and call was promising.

But you're always welcome at our house,
Anytime of the day.

Pleased with this new decision, Draco started humming. Yes, It was going to be a good year.

Yes, you're always welcome at our house,
And we hope you will stay.

Two weeks later...

Draco Malfoy was not sure how it had happened but he knew one thing for certain: That Weasley bitch was responsible.

Somehow she had done this, whatever it was.

Oh a lady came to our house, our house, our house,

It started with looks. Not even whispers, just the occasional look from other students. Gryffindors, of course, to begin with which was why Draco didn't really pay attention until the whispers started.

Whispers and looks could only amount to one thing. Someone had spread a rumor about him. It wasn't the kind of thing he usually cared about but then he got stiffed on a date by a Hufflepuff. A Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw he expected but a Hufflepuff?

He stood, staring at her as she flounced off. "Wait!" he called. "Why not?"

He immediately regretted it. He didn't want to sound like a desperate first year.

She turned around. "Well, I heard about that thing, with Ginny Weasley. That was incredibly cruel. I don't think I could ever date someone who was that cruel."

The lady came to find out why I was not in school.

So that made sense once he thought about it. But it didn't explain what happened next. Because next a Slytherin girl snubbed him.

"Hey, Mercy," he said, coming up on the Slytherin fifth year. "I was thinking we should go to dinner at Hogsmeade together this weekend."

Mercy, a hot little brunette, did not react.

"Mercy? Did you hear me?"

She spun to face him, her face screwed up with disdain.

"You expect me to go on a date with you? After what you did? Burn in hell, Malfoy."

So, we asked her to come in, and we gave her some poisoned lemonade

Draco stood, mouth open, staring as she stormed off. After that he noticed more girls giving him glares like they were in fashion. Then the boys started in on it. Shoulders shoving him in the halls, Slytherins forgetting orders he had given, even the teachers frowned at him but that wasn't terribly new.

Finally he couldn't handle it.

He confronted her.

He was careful about it. He approached her outside of school, down on the Quidditch pitch when there was no one else around. She was riding her second hand broom but making a good pass at it. He knew she had ambitions to be Seeker when Potter graduated but he suddenly realized he didn't know anything else about her.

Everyone in this school was an open book to him, so easy to read and she should have been. She was the youngest Weasley. He could read her family, especially her bothers but Ginny Weasley was closed to him. She was...an enigma.

And put her in the freezer where it's nice and cool.

"What did you do?" he asked as she landed and came over to him.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Or are you talking about me and Blaise? I told him he should have a word with you but he said your edict about innerhouse relationships was crap. Personally I agree but you two were best friends or something."

"What do you mean, were?" he asked. "We're still best friends." Even as he said it he wasn't sure it was true. They had never really been best friends and now he realized he hadn't really seen Blaise over the last two weeks.

"Well, after you made a pass at me, he kinda stopped talking to you."

"I never did that," he snapped. "It was the other way around."

But you're always welcome at our house,
Anytime of the day.

She smiled and it was the scariest thing he'd seen in all his life. "True. But that's the truth Blaise and I agreed on."

"He wouldn't do that," Draco said.

"Damn straight I would," Blaise said, joining them.

Draco felt as if someone had pulled the rug out from under him. "What?"

"Ginny approached me about two weeks ago with a proposition," he said, stepping over and slinging an arm around her shoulders. Draco watched for signs that the Weasley girl was faking this but there was no way around how she slipped easily into his body like theirs were made for each other. Draco knew about body language and he could see that they were in tune on a level he hadn't known existed.

He hated Blaise so much right then.

Yes, you're always welcome at our house,
And we hope you will stay.

"I told him that I wanted to make you suffer," Ginny said. "He agreed really fast."

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Blaise said, knocking his head against hers softly, playfully.

"But how?" Draco asked.

"Not hard," Ginny said. "When you're as much a prick as you are, people will believe just about everything. Tell the girls about how you made a pass at me. Blaise told them how you've been pretending I hit on you."

"You did hit on me," Draco snapped.

Then a kid came into our yard, our yard, our yard,
A kid came into our yard to get his ball.

"So you say," Ginny said. "After that, Blaise and I made our relationship known to the rest of Slytherin house. Everyone was more than happy to keep you in the dark."

"How did you get the Slytherins to be so pissed off at me?"

"Told them you tried to break us up. They were all furious with you. Turns out there are a few more innerhouse couples than we thought there were."

"Hannah Abbott and Theo Nott. Willow Ardent and Susan Bones. Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom."

Draco choked.

So, we asked him to come in and we took him in the basement
And we sealed him up inside the basement wall.

"Yeah, surprised the hell out of us too," Blaise said. "I should get back in. See you in a bit, little lady."

He kissed her head and trotted off.

She watched him leave with the kind of look that could not be faked.

But you're always welcome at our house,
Anytime of the day.

"Settling for second best, are we, Red?"

The body bind hit him faster than he thought possible. He was on his face, blood pooling under his broken nose. She put a foot under his shoulder and flipped him over. She dropped down beside him, her face all smiles.

"So, while I have your undivided attention, let me talk to you about something. This, us, whatever we might have had is over now. There was never an us. There will never be an us. I'm with Blaise because he treats me the way I should be treated. Hell, my brother even likes him. But while I have you here for another moment let me leave you with one last little nugget, kiddo. I did all of this inside two weeks. Imagine what you and I could have done together."

Yes, you're always welcome at our house,
And we hope you will stay.

He lay there, waiting for the hex to die off and thought about it. Yes, with her...with her he could have ruled the world.

So, when you come to our house, our house, our house,
When you come to our house, we will have some fun.

"Do you think we should invite Malfoy to the housewarming?" Ginny asked as Blaise sat down with the crossword.

Blaise looked over at her. In the five years they had been together, she had never once wavered from him but he still worried.

"Why do you want to invite him?" Blaise asked.

We will ask you to come in and we will take you in the kitchen
And we'll put you in the oven until you are done.

But you're always welcome at our house,
Anytime of the day.

"I thought we would shove it in his face how happy we are together," she said.

"I love you to pieces," he said.

"I know. And so you know, I don't think about any of my ex crushes at all. Not Harry, not Tom and not Malfoy. I think about you."

"And what color we're painting the kitchen."

"I told you that the kitchen is my fortress," she said.

He reached across the table and twirled a strand of her red hair around his finger. She lunged forward and claimed his lips.

"He can come," Blaise said. "But he gets the salmon, not the veal."

Her laughter grounded him and he knew he would never doubt.

Yes, you're always welcome at our house,
And we hope you will stay.

And we know... you will stay