Chapter 9- Parents Included

A/N: Hi, everybody! This chapter starts off with Ron and Hermione talking about stuff. And around a month has past after Ch. 7. So Draco and Ginny haven't spoke or seen each other for some time. Thanks to the people who review my recent chapters, thanks to Golden Silence who reviewed so much and said a lot. Oh yeah, and I decided to make them younger a year, so Draco's in his second last year and Ginny's a fifth year.

"Ron?"

He looked up. Hermione, in her bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, approached him.

"Can't sleep, Hermione?"

She gave a wry smile. "Yeah. Haven't been able to sleep for a few days. What about you? I was down for the past few days, but I didn't see you."

He returned the smile. "Just a bit troubled these days."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "About Ginny? Ron, just forget it, okay?"

Ron turned towards the fireplace, which cackled happily with flames. "I can't."

Hermione tugged at his sleeve. "Of course you can."

"No," said Ron, turning back to look at her. "It's too hard."

"Nothing is too hard, Ron. Have confidence in yourself."

"She's my sister!" Ron said loudly. "I love her, you know that? I--I don't want her to get hurt, that's all."

"Malfoy won't hurt her. I've seen them together, Ron. It's…like they were meant to be or something--"

"No it wasn't," he said abruptly.

"--Ginny's old enough, she can take care of herself."

The boy with the dusty almost-red hair heaved a sigh. "I don't know, Hermione." He gazed into the distance, half-talking to her and half-talking to himself. "I remember the summer before she came here to school. There was this one night when Fred and George were teaching her about…Hogsworts, and they were all telling her that all Slytherins were bad, bad people." Hermione was silent, willing him to go on. "They told her that Voldemort was one. Then I told her to never, ever, get involved with them. And I told her about when Malfoy tricked Harry into getting out of bed. Ginny was all parading around the house, shouting, to much of Percy's annoyance, that Slytherins were bad and stuff." He looked over at her. "I thought she believed us. I thought she would remember, and…"

Hermione looked at him, the sidekick of Harry the Voldemort destroyer, brother of the girl in love with a Slytherin. The boy who was her best friend, argued with her a million times, and agreed when she told him, not even meaning it, to stop dyeing his hair. And suddenly, she kind of knew how he was feeling, the feeling that someone he loved might get hurt. She'd felt that before too, when Harry entered the door leading to Voldemort in their first year, when he'd gone off to get rid of him last year. She'd never know entirely how Ron felt, his feelings were complicated, but a little bit felt enough.

"Ron…"

And then she put her arms around him, drawing him into a tight hug. After a while she felt his arms around her, and the two friends embraced.

"You really understand, Hermione," Ron smiled. "You always do."

Hermione smiled back. "And I always will."

***

"Draaaacooo," Pansy said, drawing out his name.

"What?" he answered irritably. He picked at his breakfast, and looked over at her.

"I'm in love with you, did you know that?" She gave him a coy smile.

Draco pretended to look surprised. "Really? I never knew, you only told me a hundred times!" He turned his attention back to his breakfast.

Pansy pouted, one of the only things she did well. "You weren't supposed to say that."

"If I didn't say what you wanted me to say for the last ninety-nine times you asked me, did you think I'd say the hundredth?"

"Yes," said Pansy, and pouted even more, if that was possible. "Don't you even have a reaction to what I told you?"

"No," he said simply.

Pansy grinned at him. "I know you love me, Draco. So you're playing hard-to-get know with all your smart talk, huh?"

He shut up. Glancing up at the ceiling, he saw some owls pour in, and fly to the various receivers their letters and packages were addressed to. Suddenly, an owl swooped down and dropped a small note onto his plate.

"What's that?" asked Pansy curiously.

"Nothin'," he replied, stuffing into his pocket. Bored, Pansy left, and Draco took the chance to read it.

"Draco," it read in a flowery script, "Please meet me in the charms classroom tonight. --Ginny."

Ginny? Draco looked over at her. She was looking intently at him. He saw Hermione tug at her, but she didn't take her eyes off him. He gave a slight nod, and Ginny turned to Hermione.

***

Ginny waited until all her roommates were asleep before she left. She was pretty sure she saw Draco nod at her, but she wasn't positive. She missed him, a lot, and she just wanted to see him again, talk to him without anyone interrupting. Ginny knew that inside she wanted more than to talk, she remembered how Draco kissed, how can anyone forget? It's been a month, she told herself, he might've even forgotten about her. But she didn't forget him, she thought, looking at her reflection. A girl in a beige camisole and skirt with a robe around looked back at her. Perfect. She left hurriedly.

When Ginny got there, she saw that Draco was already inside, standing by a desk, arms crossed, looking just like she imagined. The moonlight from a nearby window reflected off him, giving him an eerie glow. She stepped in.

"Ginny," he said, spotting her, and took a good look at her. His eyes lingered near the few inches of bare skin between her top and her light skirt.

Ginny walked towards him cautiously; he didn't take his eyes off her. "Um--Draco? Well, um, it's been a month, and--" the rest of the words came rushing out. "I just wanted to know if you still remember me; you've hardly looked at me."

"I've hardly looked at you," Draco repeated, still gazing at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged.

"Draco-- look, I-I really like you, okay, and…well, you've never told me if you like--or love--me."

"I've never told you if I liked you," he repeated softly.

Ginny was growing impatient. Suddenly, Draco caught her by the wrists, pushed her against the wall, and as Ginny took in a sharp intake, sealed his mouth over hers. Ginny thought she'd be ready for anything, but even then she was surprised. After a few seconds, Ginny was kissing back just as hard, not bothering to try to hide her eagerness.

Draco broke away from her, and spoke in a husky voice. "Ginny…"

He kissed her again. She looped her arms around his neck, and felt his arms around her, his hands feeling the soft material of her robe. Her leg brushed against his pant leg and she pressed closer to him, as though she would loose him any second. Then she felt Draco reach his hand into the non-existent space between them and unfasten her robe.

It flew open, and somehow, he slipped it off her and threw it on one of the tables without their mouths leaving each other. Now Ginny was in a thin layer of camisole, and cold, but she didn't feel it. Every place Draco's body touched hers burned her skin, and she was as hot as fire. Draco's hands lingered near her spaghetti straps, then slide down to her waist. She held her breath as his hands rounded the rim of her skirt, and run a bit inside her top.

"Ginny…" he murmured again, and drew back her hair, placing his mouth firmly on her neck. She found that she got very nervous and short of breath whenever he did that. Draco seemed to realize it too, but didn't back off, only kissed harder.

He pulled her away from the wall, and then a sharp jab in the back of her back told her that she was against a table. Ginny allowed herself to be pushed onto it, and soon the two of them were on it, rolling around. They stopped with Ginny on the bottom.

"Draco," she said between gasps of breath.

"Don't talk," he said into her ear, and suddenly, with a swift movement, they found themselves flying through the air, and landed in the pile of cushions that Professor Flitwick had used for the younger students.

"Draco…" Ginny said, after her heart started working again, "-don't you ever do that again."

He merely smiled, grabbed her, and they rolled off the cushions and under a table. They kissed again, fiercer than ever, Draco's hands a million times at once: in her hair, circling her waist, her neck, and tracing her spine. Her nails dug so hard into his back that it left little half circles. There was intense heat between them, they were so close together that you couldn't stick a needle through, they kissed harder…

It was Draco who first heard it. He pulled away from her.

"Draco, what--?"

"Shh," he said, putting a finger on her mouth gently. He listened hard. He heard it again. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Someone's coming."

Ginny gave him a startled look. "But-"

He placed his lips on hers to silence her. She relaxed, and Draco listened for more sounds. He heard them. Someone was heading their way. He broke away from Ginny. "Don't move, it'll be okay." She gave him a look that gave him a clear message: they would be in big trouble if someone found them like this.

They tensed as heels clicked into the room, and the two of them saw a pair of brown heels, identical to--

"Hermione," Ginny breathed.

They watched as Hermione surveyed the room, her shoes disappear for a moment, then reappear. It was clear she was looking for someone, or something. Ginny heard her say something, but couldn't make out what it was. As she was puzzling this out, Hermione's face suddenly loomed into them.

"Malfoy!" she said.

Gripping her hand, Draco pulled her out from under the table and started dusting himself in a leisurely fashion. "Granger." he said.

Hermione glanced at Ginny. "What were you two doing under the table?"

"That is none of your business!" snapped Draco.

Hermione threw up her hands. "Well, fine!" she snapped back. "I'm sorry I interrupted your snog session! Go back to making out! It's not like I know you two!"

"Hermione…" Ginny started to say.

"No, be quiet, Ginny. You know something, Ginny, I've tried to stand up for you. I've tried to tell Ron to just let it be. Malfoy was right for you, blah, blah, blah! But all you can tell me is it's none of my business! I never thought you two were right for each other, and you know what, Ginny? I think it's disgusting!" And with that, she left.

Ginny started shaking. Draco wrapped an arm around her. "I don't know what to think. Hermione's not right, is she? We're not disgusting together."

Draco looked into the distance. "Shouldn't you be going now?"

She gave a deep sigh. "I don't want to,"

Draco's mouth twitched into an all too familiar smirk. "You want to go to my dorm?"

"Won't there be other people there?"

"I've got my own room," when he saw her surprised look, he added, "Hey, my dad's not rich for nothing. So are you in?"

She nodded.

***

About half an hour later, Ginny said, "Draco, do you think Hermione's right?"

He put an arm around her. They were in Draco's bed, Ginny leaning against his chest. "About what?"

"That we look disgusting together."

He thought about it for a long time before he answered, "I've never seen it, I was always part of it."

"But do you?"

"No," he glanced at the clock.

"How long have I been here?" Ginny asked.

He rubbed her upper arm. "About fifteen minutes."

There a long silence before Ginny said softly, "She did stand up for me."

"Who?"

"Hermione. I know she never liked us together, but she still tried to convince Ron to stopping hating you." She rubbed her head against his shirt. "You think she'll tell Ron?"

Draco looked down at her. "Hey, I don't know Granger as well as you."

"Don't call her that," said Ginny. "It sounds weird."

He sighed and didn't say anything.

"If I know Hermione, she'll tell. She doesn't give a damn about you, and Ron's her best friend."

"Oh, thanks a lot,"

"We might never see each other again," said Ginny dramatically.

"You're being a bit melodramatic," Draco replied. He caressed her back, touching the smooth skin, running his thumb along the back of her top.

Ginny shivered with pleasure. "Then my parents will come and whisk me away to Alaska."

Draco gave her a weird look. "Alaska?"

"Mm-hmm," said Ginny sleepily.

He didn't reply. He ran his hand up and down her arm absentmindedly and thought of the first time they kissed. And the second time, and all the other times they did something together. He was pretty sure Hermione was going to tell Ron, why wouldn't she? Draco was also pretty sure that Ginny's parents would soon know. Then the whole school, and Pansy and all the other Slytherins would turn away from him with distaste. He shook his mind. Who cared about them? What if her parents took her away?

"Ginny?" he glanced down at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing steadily, asleep. He kissed her hair and gently pushed her off him, getting into the comforter. Draco looked at her, and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. She didn't stir. Then, he too, closed his eyes, and fell to sleep.

***

Ginny woke up the next morning when the sun was just starting to rise. She wondered why she woke so early, but then realized Draco was already up, and doing something to her neck that made her uneasy.

"Draco!" she said, pushing his head away. He grinned at her. "Don't do that, I get nervous every single time."

"That's why I do it," he said simply, kissed her lightly on the forehead and got up.

"Mm," she replied. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to get back to your own bed and get out of mine. I didn't plan on it smelling like perfume after you slept in it."

"Ha, ha," she said with a yawn. "You were the one who invited me."

"Yes, and how wrong I was. Just think what my friends would say if they thought I was using perfume."

Ginny laughed. "And you actually have friends."

He gave her a hurt look. "Yes, and as a matter of fact, more than you."

"Rude," she said, and got up, smoothing her hair. "Hey," she suddenly said. "Where's my robe?"

Draco thought a moment. "Back in the classroom, I suppose."

"Yeah, I'll have to go pick it up." She glanced at the clock: 7 o'clock. "I better get going if we don't want anyone to find out."

Draco nodded. "You know what Ron's going to think if they know you were here? That we had sex or something."

Ginny yawned again. "Who cares?" she started for the door.

"Bye," Draco raised a hand as the door shut.

She left, heading for the Charms classroom. When she got there, she looked in.

Her robe was gone.

***

"Draco was with Ginny last night, and she wasn't in bed," said Hermione.

"I wonder why," sighed Ron.

"They were together, but I don't know where they were after I left." said Hermione.

"Probably at his dorm," Harry suggested.

Ron whipped around. "What?"

He shrugged. "Hey, it's just a thought."

Ron ran a hand through his hair. "What am I going to do? This is the last straw. Someone's going to do something."

"Like?"

Ron sighed. "I'm going to owl my parents."

"What?" said Hermione. "You can't do that? Tell them their daughter is dating your dad's enemy's son?"

Ron looked at her angrily. "What else can we do? We couldn't do anything, it's time to get my parents invovled."

There was a long silence. "Ron's right." Harry finally said.

Hermione nodded slowly.

That's when the portrait suddenly swung open, revealing Professor McGonagoll. "Where's Weasley?" she said. "The Headmaster wants the see her."

"Ginny?" said Ron. "She's upstairs."

McGonagoll looked at the three of them. "Yes, you better come too, Weasley. Perhaps you could help explain why her robe was found in the Charms classroom last night."

The three of them looked at each other. "Busted." said Harry.

A/N: Okay, so next chapter: Ginny is sent home for Spring Break, Draco shows up, and more things happen. And, I'm not sure if anyone guessed my age, but I'm 14. So, review!