Now, Then And Forever
A/N: Argh! Evil attack of the
D/G plotbunnies! They keep annoying me! I know I really shouldn't be starting
new fics at the moment but... Hey, I just gotta write the ideas of they'll keep
haunting me. shivers Featuring BadGirl!Ginny and GoodieTwoShoes!Draco.
(Kind of, or as good as The Draco Malfoy can get at least!)
Disclaimer: The HP characters all
belong to J. K. Rowling. Not me. Sad fact, but it's true. Didn't you know?
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"But I-"
"Mr. Malfoy, we believe that you would be the best man for
this job. Every other Auror has their jobs to do and orders to follow relating
the case. They follow their orders; I will not give you special treatment. You
yourself know, too, about the... strained relationship between Miss Weasley and
the rest of her family. It's more likely that she'll give it to you than to one
of them," The stern-faced Auror looked down at Draco Malfoy.
"She bloody hated me at Hogwarts!" Draco
burst out desperately.
"It's an order, Mr. Malfoy. No more buts. This is a
direct order from your superior, so go!" Draco sighed resignedly and
nodded. Stephan Collins relaxed and smiled. "Good. You will go as soon as
possible. Take as long as you need to, but whatever else, bring back the
wand!"
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Draco looked down at the piece of paper in his had.
"Number twelve," he muttered. "Number twelve, twelve, twelve." He simply
couldn't find the house Ginny Weasley lived in. Looking down again at the paper,
he walked straight into a lamppost. "Damn!" It was idiotic how he had to
be the one to go on a bloody wild-goose-chase. Potter should have gone, or
Granger. Or bloody Weasley. "You're the best man for this job," he mimicked his
Superior.
Only a select few knew Ginny Weasley moved to a Muggle
place in England, living solely as a Muggle, with no magic at all. How she
survived, he didn't know. There was a huge mystery about her disappearance. All
that the public was told about her was that after the big confrontation with
Voldemort and Harry Potter in The Burrow, she left. Just went like that. Packed
and Apparated away. No one except those who were there knew the reason she had
left. The Weasleys didn't speak of her and when asked replied so coldly whoever
had dared question them backed off immediately. It had been five years now and
suddenly he had to find her.
Or rather, find her wand. The ministry had found out
that there were some Dark Arts workers looking for wands that had been in the
presence of You-Know-Who during his second downfall. Apparently they thought
that they could use the wand to resurrect him, as it had been in the presence
of his strength and therefore was powerful enough to make him rise again. It
didn't matter which wand, as long as it had been there. All the other wands had
been locked up in an extremely powerful safe and only Dumbledore knew where it
was. Much to annoyance of their owners, although they were supplied with
temporary wands.
Draco thought it was a load of rubbish. As if that
could happen. He had been raised in a Dark Arts family and was sceptical that
anything like that was even remotely possible. But orders were orders.
It suddenly started to drizzle. Then rain rather
heavily. Soon it was pouring. "Argh!" he shouted, "Where's bloody number
twelve?!" Later he supposed that someone up there must have been looking
out for him, as (in Draco's words) 'In a stroke of bloody good luck!' a door
some houses away swung open and a red-headed woman looked out.
***
"Draco Malfoy!" she laughed hysterically. "Draco
Malfoy!"
"Oh gee, you know my name! Oh wow! You know my
name!" Draco said in a false high falsetto voice before scowling. "It's dark,
pouring and I'm bloody tired. You gonna ask me in or should I just come in
anyway?" Though he was acting annoyed, he was actually consumed with amazement
and shock.
He had almost gasped aloud when he got a closer look
at the 'new' Ginny Weasley. She – for starters – was smoking. Her! And
her clothing was a shocker too. She was wearing a very, very tight Muggle
'Hard Rock Café' T-shirt and – oh my god, was it leather? – leather
pants, as well as a snakeskin belt. Had he been a girl he would have shrieked
"Oh my gawd!" but he wasn't. He was a guy and Ginny Weasley was very,
very hot.
"Come in," she coughed and stood aside. "You're
wet." she commented, eyeing his sodden appearance.
"Thanks for telling me. I hadn't noticed."
She brushed past his sarcasm and merely replied with
a casual, "S'okay. So. Why the hell are you at my house and how can I help
you?"
"You have a highly original way of speaking."
"Thank you. Originality is good. Being normal is
boring."
"And that's why you dress like that." He eyed her
clothing again.
"How I dress is none of your business. But you find
this outfit shocking? Look." She pulled her flaming red hair back and showed
him the three pairs of earrings she had. All at the bottom, not the top. When
he remarked on that she told him, "The top hurts. My friend told me. But you're
avoiding the subject. What do you want?"
"Your wand," he said simply.
Ginny studied his face while he looked back
nonchalantly. "Fine." She got up and went to the drawer close to them. She
pulled out a box and fiddled with it until the top popped open. She drew out
her wand and held it out, "Here."
Draco was shocked. He hadn't thought it would have
been so easy. And he was also shocked by the fact that he didn't want to go.
Ginny was original. She was unique and he liked her 'Don't-Give-A-Damn'
attitude. Ginny was far from anything
like all the girls he knew and had met. If he left who knew when
he would ever get to see her again? But he reached out and pocketed the wand.
He walked slowly to the door, feeling more and more unwilling to leave each
second.
"Wait," she called out, "It's really pouring out
there. You would get even more soaked then you are now. You can stay overnight
if you want." He looked quizzically at her, wondering where this was going.
"There's a guest bedroom. It's clean and all. It hardly ever gets used."
"Thanks," he walked back to the living room. "I'd
like that."
Ginny smiled, "Yeah. Me too."
He could have Apparated. He would have gotten off
relatively dry and he was already wet, so why did it matter? Ginny could have
been away from magic so long that she had forgotten about Apparating, but Draco
didn't think that was true. So he was staying over at her house. Who gave a
damn?
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