Author: Hallie Marie
Author E-mail: hypergal1987@hotmail.com
Title: Seducing the Dark Side
Genre: Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. If you recognize it, its not mine. Even if you don't recognize it, it probably isn't mine.
Summary: Three years after Ginny left Hogwarts, we meet up with her on her quest to get power. Is power really what Ginny wants? Or is power the only way to win over the 'love of her life'?
Authors Note: Krissy, I am sorry for keeping you waiting. This is a long chapter, and yes, update is in my vocabulary. Whoever pointed out the Finny thing, yes, I am pretty sure I fixed that like, right before you said that. I had just gotten a new keyboard, and wasn't used to it yet when I was typing out the first two chapters.
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Draco left for Ginny's flat at seven forty-five fully expecting to have to wake Ginny from her sleep. He was surprised, however, when he arrived at seven fifty to find Ginny fully awake, dressed, and showered lounging around in the sitting room.
"Good morning Ginny," greeted Draco, "I didn't expect you to be up this early."
"I was restless, couldn't sleep," replied Ginny, "I had a weird dream, though I cannot remember what is was about for the life of me."
"I've had dreams like that, many in fact, I think I remember them. Then they are just gone."
"Everyone has had dreams like that Draco. You are not special because you have had dreams like that."
"What about a muggle with a photographic memory?" asked Draco.
"Alright, maybe not them, but they are rare, and I'd rather not talk about muggles. They give me the creeps. How can one live properly without magic?"
"I wouldn't know, I've never tried to go even a day without using my wand."
"What about the 'no magic over holidays' rule that Hogwarts and the Ministry enforced?"
"My father found a way that I could use magic without being caught by the Ministry."
"You're so damn lucky."
"I know I am."
"Stop gloating, you idiot."
"Speaking of idiot, we need to get working on our assignment."
"We were on the subject of idiots-?" asked Ginny.
"We'll go to the park, where you will transform into your disguise."
"Alright, are we going to go, or just stand here all day?"
"I think that we are going to go to the park, so that we can start our assignment,"
Replied Draco.
"What exactly will we be doing for our assignment?" questioned Ginny as they started towards the park.
"We found out that Potter, his mudblood wife, Weasley Boy Jr. and Weasley's gossipy girlfriend will be at a café in downtown London."
"Muggle or Wizard?"
"Wizard."
"That would be the Owl Quartet," replied Ginny, knowing this was Hermione's favorite café.
"Ah, you know of the place then, I take it."
"Yes, that is the mudblood's favorite café in London."
"Thank you for that information, we'll get someone undercover there from now on," responded Draco.
"I have an idea, why not me? My disguise will need to have a job to look plausible. I also know all the topics that they talk about like the back of my hand. I will know what is going on, and know if it important, or just something very minor."
"That is a good idea, wait here for a minute," with that Draco walked off to discuss Ginny's idea with Voldemort.
Voldemort was in his hideout (a lair underneath a fountain) waiting for Draco to come and discuss how the mission had gone so far when Draco walked into the room.
"My Lord, Gwen thought up a wonderful plan!"
"What would this plan contain, my son?" questioned Voldemort.
"She knows that the Mudblood's favorite café, in which she and Potter often go to, is the Owl Quartet. So, since we have that information we need to have someone undercover there at all times, and whom better then Gwen, who knows all the topics they will be discussing, and won't tell us old news?"
"That would work, oh my that would be wonderful. So, today, while you are also going in there as customers she needs to ask for an application."
"You read my mind, Lord!" exclaimed Draco.
"Then off be you!" Draco then left the lair and walked back to the bench where he had left Ginny/Gwen waiting for him to come back from his meeting with Voldemort. He found her reading the book that she had brought along, knowing that at some point in the mission she would be left to amuse herself. Feeling the presence of someone watching her as she read her book, Gwen looked up and saw Draco.
"Back so soon?" asked Gwen upon meeting Draco's eyes.
"We need to get going, Gwen," said Draco, "We'll want to get there earlier then the Potter Gang so it doesn't look like we are following them."
"Alright, lets get going then."
Draco and Gwen walked the five blocks to the Owl Quartet. Once they arrived Draco grabbed a table near the middle of the café. While Draco was getting a table Gwen had gone to the counter asking for an application.
Just as Gwen sat down she heard Ron telling Harry and Hermione about the time Fred and George tried to "get rid of" the ghoul in the attic, while Lavendar just laughed at Ron, whose hands were moving as though he were talking through them.
The foursome sat two tables away from Draco and Gwen, taking no notice of Draco. Gwen listening intently to their conversation, while filling out the application (with Draco's help). Gwen had heard all the information that was in the four's conversation many times before.
Finally, just as both Gwen and Draco were losing hope of overhearing any new information Hermione whispered something into Harry's ear and Harry told Ron that they had an announcement to make.
"Well, what is it?" Came Ron's response.
"Hermione and I are going to have a baby!" Gwen and Draco made eye contact upon hearing this. ("Well, that's something new!")
"Oh, Hermione! How far along are you?" asked Lavendar excitedly.
"Six weeks, we found out yesterday."
"That's so exciting!" Commented Lavendar.
"Do you know whether it's a boy or a girl?" asked Ron.
"No, we've decided that we're going to wait on that," replied Harry.
"Harry and I have a deal going on now," said Hermione, "If he's not a total whack job when I'm at seven months then he gets a dog. However, if he is a total whack when I hit seven months then he has to buy me a cat."
"Well, Harry, you'd better go buy the woman her cat, you're already a whack job," teased Ron.
At this point in the conversation Gwen finished filling out her application.
"Gwen," Draco whispered, "Go and hand in your application, then I will come up to you and start talking to you. When we go past their table I want you to 'accidentally' bump into their table. Got me?"
"Yes, I can handle that," Gwen then walked up to the counter (walking in a way that turned some heads) and asked the employee who she could turn her application in to.
"Oh, I can take that, thank you Ms." she looked down at the application, "Chartier. My manager will contact you shortly."
"When should I expect an owl?"
"Probably sometime next week, though if he is impressed you may be owled as soon as tomorrow."
"Thank your for your help Miss."
"It was my pleasure." Gwen then turned towards Draco, whom had come up beside her as planned.
"Gwen, we need to go to Diagon Alley, I have to pick up some more dragon liver."
"Alright, do you know how long that will –" Gwen stopped as she 'accidentally' walked into a table, "Oh, I am so sorry!"
"Why, hello Malfoy," said Ron, "What have you got there, a woman whom you are paying to have sex with?"
"You sure talk about your girlfriend in harsh words, Weasley."
"Did you just say what I think you just said?" asked Harry menacingly, while trying his best to hold Ron back.
"You heard what I said Potter," said Draco.
"No, I'm not sure I did," was Harry's response.
"Draco, darling, stop fighting," said Gwen, "Who are these people anyhow?"
"These, my dear, are Potter, the Mudblood Granger, Weasley, and his sorry excuse for a girlfriend Brown. You have no need to associate with them."
"May I ask your name miss?" asked Hermione cautiously.
"Gwen Chartier."
"I don't remember anyone in our year with that name at Hogwarts."
"I'm a year younger and I went to Beauxbatons because my father did not want me attending Hogwarts," Gwen stated without flaw, "Draco, honey, shouldn't we get going? I don't want Daddy to have to wait long, you know how he gets!"
"Oh, yes, we'd best get going," said Draco before adding, "Sorry I couldn't have left earlier."
Gwen then proceeded to grab Draco's hand and drag him out of the small café. Once the two were back at Ginny's flat Draco said something.
"You did a wonderful job in that conversation, darling, I was almost convinced that you did not recognize the little foursome." Gwen then turned back into Ginny.
"It was fun watching them get riled up," said Ginny, "Though, isn't it always?"
"Yes, I have to agree with you," commented Draco before adding in his husky wistful voice, "But kissing you is even more fun."
"Oh, are you asking for something?"
"Yes, I think I am, so since I –" Draco was cut off by Ginny's mouth grazing his own.
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Back in the Owl Quartet there was a discussion being held about the mysterious Gwen.
"She seemed pretty nice, though a bit on the skirmish side. She sure wanted to get out of here fast."
"Hermione, I agree with you on that, and I should like to add that it was weird that she didn't recognize Harry and ask for his autograph like most other girls her age would have done!"
"Lav, that doesn't surprise me. She was with Malfoy, meaning she is either on the Dark Side or is one of those women You-Know-Who created for his Death Eaters."
"I think she is one of Voldemort's women, she was flawless! Most likely she is showing more personality then the other so he is willing to let her out in public, not just stuck in a chamber until some horny Death Eater asks for her. I'll get a background check on her and I'll see if there really was a Gwen Chartier at Beauxbatons in the year behind us." Harry paused for a second; "I'll owl Neville about it as soon as we get back home."
"We could ask Fluer next week. Supposedly Bill has business with her and he invited her to come to dinner with him." Arthur and Molly Weasley got lonely without their house being full of their brood so every Sunday night they had all their children (Harry and Hermione included) over for dinner.
"No, Ron, that would cause some suspicion," replied Hermione as Lavendar asked.
"Where's your common sense?"
"I don't know, dear, someone must have stolen it."
"I must ask, did you have common sense that could be stolen, because I sure don't remember you ever acting as the voice of reason," said Harry jokingly.
"I resent that Harry!" said Ron, "Hermione, learn how to control that husband of yours!"
"Harry, what time is it?" asked Hermione, totally ignoring Ron's comment."
"It's two o'clock right now, we'd better get going if we want to be home when your parents arrive."
"Oh, are your parents staying in town?" questioned Lavendar.
"Yes, their staying for the week," answered Hermione, "There is a dentistry conference being held at some college here, and we didn't want them staying in a muggle hotel in downtown London."
"Why not?" asked Ron, as he had never been to a muggle hotel.
"They're just really crappy, they don't clean the rooms, and the nice ones are really expensive," replied Harry, remembering the hotel he and the Dursley's stayed in when on the run from the "letters from no one".
"Well, we'll see you Sunday, right," said Hermione as she got out of her chair and put her cloak on.
"Yes, we'll be there, take care deary," Lavendar told Hermione.
"See you Ron."
"Bye Harry, don't go crazy."
"Oh, I won't!"
Harry and Hermione then proceeded to walk out of the café into the cold, crisp, winter air that is always present in early December. After a few minutes, they arrived at their flat. Hermione then sent Harry on a searching spree for clean sheets to put on the guest room bed.
A while later the doorbell rang, Hermione came out of the kitchen where she was starting to cook dinner and opened the door to find her parents on the other side.
"Mum, Dad, how was the drive?"
"It was interesting to say the least," was Carolyn Granger's response. Her husband decided to elaborate on Carolyn's comment.
"We saw four car accidents driving through Bristol alone, if that tells you something."
"Yes, that tells me something. You'd best walk in the city, driving can be dangerous, and I wouldn't want either of you to be hurt."
"Dear, where's Harry?"
"Oh, he's here. Just a minute," Hermione walked to the stairwell before yelling, "Harry! Mum and Dad are here, and I just remembered where those sheets are, I'll get them later!" then she walked back over to her parents.
"Our things are in the car, we'll go get them."
"I'll help Dad. The more people the faster it gets done."
"No, I can handle everything Hermione," said Doug Granger, "It's your mothers things that will take the longest to bring in. She brought three bags for a week!"
"Well, you don't expect me to go around naked all week do you?" responded Carolyn to her husbands comment. She then added, "Don't answer that."
"I wasn't even thinking of that!"
"G' afternoon Carolyn, Doug," greeted Harry as he entered the room. Harry was extremely dusty looking.
"How on earth did you get so dusty, dear?" asked Hermione jokingly.
"Hmm… I don't know, maybe there was something my wife wanted that she claimed adamantly was up in the attic and then she remembered that they weren't in the attic," responded Harry playfully.
"My bad," said Hermione.
Harry then whispered in Doug's ear (though loud enough so that his wife and mother-in-law would still hear), "I think she just sent me upstairs so she could fantasize about her imaginary lover." Doug responded with a snort.
"Oh yes Harry, I so wanted to fantasize about my lover, in fact he's standing in the same place as you are, I wonder who ever he could be."
"We'd better get you two unpacked, I'll help with your luggage," said Harry.
"Oh! I have dinner to finish! I'd better go in before the milk warms up," and with that Hermione walked into the kitchen while Doug, Carolyn, and Harry went out to unload the car.
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Ten minutes later, a mile away, Ginny is bustling around the kitchen looking for food she doesn't have.
"Draco, would you mind going out for dinner? I have nothing to eat here!"
"No, however you would have to go as Gwen so no one sees you are with me."
"I have a better idea," said Ginny mischievously, "How about you change identities! Then I can go out as myself, and nobody will know the guy I'm with is you. Plus, my parents and brothers are always bugging me about my lack of a boyfriend.
"That's a good idea, because then I could go with you to outings with them, and they wouldn't even suspect anything of it!"
"My point exactly."
"Well, well, well, you are better at this double agent role then I expected you to be, though I had a feeling that having you with us would make our side more intelligent."
"I would say I'm flattered, but we don't have enough time for that nonsense."
"Why, I must ask, do we not have enough time for that?"
"I'm hungry that's why! Now hurry up and change!"
"Well, you're going to have to tell me what to change into before I can change!"
"Alright, dirty blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, round your chin and nose, eyes bigger, make your ears stick out a bit and wear a type of glasses."
"Done."
"Wow, I'd say I created one damn find boy toy!"
"Miss, I must ask whether I will be going nameless or not!"
"Oh," exclaimed Ginny, "How about Andrew (Drew for short) Clairol."
"Isn't Clairol the name of some muggle hair products?" replied Draco/Drew.
"Yes, and that is explained by the fact that you are muggle-born and you grandmother is the creator of the original Clairol hair products."
"Do I have to be muggle-born?" complained Draco.
"Yes, and you will not change that fact!"
"Oh, all right!"
"If you're muggle-born then there will be less chance of my being found out," commented Ginny.
"Yes, that's quite true."
"Lets get going, I'm starving!"
Twenty minutes later Draco and Ginny were sitting at a small restaurant in Diagon Alley called The Chasers Lounge.
"What are you going to be getting to eat Ginny?"
"I really don't know yet."
"I'm thinking about having some Yorkshire Pudding, or maybe a simple chicken casserole," replied Draco.
"The Yorkshire Pudding looks good."
Soon after deciding to both get the Yorkshire Pudding the waitress brought out their food. Drew and Ginny talked about anything that came up on their minds. Drew was acting his character so well; that Ginny almost forgot that she was talking to Draco Malfoy.
While in the middle of their dinner Fred, his girlfriend Angelina Johnson, George, and his girlfriend, whom Ginny had yet to meet, walked into the little restaurant.
"Hey Ginny!" called Fred and company, while walking over to Ginny and Drew's table.
"Hey Fred, Angelina, George, and may I ask to be introduced to this lady here?"
"You sure may, Alexandria Watercress at your service!" replied the sandy brown haired girl holding hands with George.
"Ginny Weasley, their little sister, and this is Drew Clairol, Fred and George haven't met him either."
"It's quite a pleasure to meet you at last. Those two talk of nothing but you. Though, that might be explained by the fact that you are their 'little baby sister whom is one of the only ones in the family who is wise enough to know when they are up to no good',"
"Pull up another table and some chairs, if you want to, we wouldn't mind,"
"Alright, Oh, and Ginny. Mum says she hasn't heard from you in four days. She's getting worried!" said Fred teasingly.
"I swear, she won't let me live my life unless I tell her ever detail of everyone minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year!" exclaimed Ginny.
"That's a mouthful, isn't it!" George teased Ginny.
"Shut up!"
"But Ginny, you're Molly's only daughter, and she wants to make sure you're not turning in to some prostitute!" at this Drew started laughing.
"Angelina, did you talk to Mum or something?"
"I tried not to, but she fire messaged me all worried!"
"It was rather humorous!" interrupted Fred.
"Fred, do shut up," scolded Angelina, "I had to do my best to hold back my tears the entire time, so Fred was wrong, it was more then humorous."
"It didn't help that George tried to Floo over in the middle. Though we couldn't figure out why he flooed over instead of apparating."
"I forgot I was able to apparate!"
"Well, you're just an idiot, aren't you!" said his twin.
"An idiot? He's a block head!" Alexandria joined in.
"Alex. That's not very nice!" said George with a pout on his face.
"It may not be nice, but it sure is true!"
"You do know that if you are calling George a block head then you are calling Fred a block head too, don't you." said Angelina.
"Hey, Fred may be a block head, but I am no block head, thank you very much!"
"You are both block heads, always have been, and most likely always will be unless some other pair of twins with red hair and freckles take over you're places in life." said Ginny while trying, but failing, to contain her laughter.
"Hey, that's not very nice. You two now have our dear little sister against us!" pouted Fred.
"Sorry, but she was against you way before Alex and I were against you!" said Angelina.
This type of chatter went on for about twenty minutes before Ginny and Drew excused themselves saying they had to go somewhere. The two went to Ginny's flat and Ginny wrote her mother, telling her that she would be there for dinner on Sunday, as usual, but would be bringing her new boyfriend, who was muggle-born, with her.
"Draco, you'd better brush up on everything muggle. My father may pelt you with questions about muggle things the minute you step foot on the ground."
"Alright, I probably want to get on his good side, right?"
"Yes, so no mentioning anything even partly vulgar towards muggles."
"Yes, ma'am. I will do as you say because you are Queen."
"You'd better believe it. I am Queen. When haven't I been?"
"Hmm… I really don't remember."
"Exactly my point." Ginny then decided they were talking too much, "Change identities please," Knowing that Ginny was getting restless Drew changed to Draco and immediately captured Ginny's lips under his own. It was not long before Ginny and Draco had migrated to the bedroom."
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"Mum, Dad, Harry and I have an announcement to make," said Hermione as she, Harry, her Mum, and her Dad ate their dinner.
"What is it dear?" asked Carolyn.
"Harry and I are going to have a baby!"
"Oh my! That's so exciting!" exclaimed Carolyn.
"Do you know whether it's a boy or a girl?" asked Doug, secretly hoping for a grandson.
"No, we want to wait, and have the sex be a surprise," responded Harry who also was hoping for a son.
"How far along are you Hermione?"
"About six weeks, Mum. We found out yesterday."
"It's getting late. We should be getting to bed. Congratulations dear," said Carolyn as she cleared her dishes and then started up the stairs with Doug behind her. Both were dragging a bit from the travel that they had done throughout the past day and a half.
"Goodnight Mum and Dad!" called Hermione after them.
"See you in the morning Carolyn and Doug!"
"Sleep well, Hermione, Harry!"
After her parents had gone up to bed Hermione put the dishes away and then headed out to the sitting room with Harry following her. Harry sat down on the couch, and when Hermione sat in the big armchair on the other side of the room Harry motioned for her to come over to the couch.
"Snuggle with me Hermione."
"Should I snuggle with you. You never know what could happen if I do."
"You could lose a wonderfully handsome, smart, and funny husband. Plus, what could really happen, has already happened."
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to lose my handsome husband," a snort of laughter could be heard from Hermione, "I'd better snuggle with you, because I want my baby to have a Daddy." Hermione then went over and sat next to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder. She closed her tired eyes. About a minute passed before Harry decided to say something.
"We're starting our family, Doll."
"I know, though we hadn't really discussed how many children we want, have we?"
"No, but I don't really care. However many we are blessed with is fine with me. Two, maybe three kids. I don't know. I like the idea of lots of little Hermione's and Harry's running around." this statement got a laugh out of Hermione.
"Just not as many as the Weasley's," commented Hermione.
"Yes, not that many. That would be overwhelming," Harry started rubbing Hermione's lower abdomen, "We've been blessed with one so far, let's just remember that, Doll."
"Hmm… that sounds good to me." said Hermione before yawning, " I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to bed. Care to join me?"
"Yes, I think I'll join you."
Harry and Hermione head up to bed. Or rather, Harry went to bed, while Hermione made several trips to the bathroom. Neither got much sleep that night. Had Carolyn and Doug not gone to sleep an hour earlier, most likely they too, would have been up all night because of Hermione's frequent trips to the loo.
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"Ginny, its time to wake up. We have an assignment to get started on," called Draco from the bathroom to the sleeping for of Ginny.
"What did you say, Draco?" asked Ginny groggily.
"We have an assignment to start on."
"What does this assignment include?"
"Well, for you it's getting to work. The Owl Quartet owled this morning, they want you to starting working at twelve today. I also worked your schedule at the Owl Quartet around your schedule at St. Mungos"
"That's good, and what will you be doing?"
"Making sure that if anyone tires to get a background check on either of our disguises then they will be disappointed to find out that they aren't associated with the Dark Arts, and we won't be discovered."
"What time will I be working until?"
"They didn't specify a certain time," said Draco while changing, "I'll be there around six though, which should be around the time that you get off."
"Okay, what time is it now?"
"It's about eight. Though, we need to get to the castle and discuss some things with our Master."
"I'd better get dressed then. I don't think he would appreciate it if I came stark naked."
"He would appreciate it, though I wouldn't."
"Oh, does Draco want little ol' me all to himself? I think someone's getting jealous!"
"Damn straight. You're my woman. Not Voldemort's or any of his brainless cronies."
"But, aren't you one of his 'brainless cronies'?"
"No, I have a brain, and am not a crony," snapped Draco.
"A little snappy are you, I like my men snappy."
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Yes, now kindly move, I need a shower."
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"Ron! You need to go to the store! Now!" shouted Lavendar from the kitchen.
"Why do I have to go to the store? You're the woman of the house!" a shout said from the sitting room.
"I have a meeting with the building people. Hermione and I have to set a date for us to move in and then a date for the store to open. Then we have a meeting with the suppliers."
"Why the bloody heck do you need a meeting with the suppliers for?" replied Ron grouchily.
"Ron, a business doesn't run itself—"
"Exactly why I didn't start a business."
"We have to discuss prices for the goods. How much of a product we want at a time. Things like that, you have to decide those things!"
"I like being an Auror better then I would like to run a business."
"Thanks for your encouragement dear. Now, get your lazy arse to the store, NOW!"
"Alright, alright, what's up your butt this morning?"
"Its bloody eight o'clock in the morning, that should explain 'what's up my butt' right now." Lavendar sighed. She grabbed her briefcase, handed Ron the grocery list, kissed him good bye, and then walked out the door to the apparation pad mutter about men.
"Love you too, dear!" shouted Ron after her.
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Lavendar arrived at the meeting to find an owl waiting for her. Hermione had been experiencing some morning (more like night) sickness all through the night and when she finally got to sleep, the alarm had to go and turn on. Hermione then promptly went and had to hurl again, and hadn't been able to stop since. She wouldn't be able to go to the meeting, but Harry (who had written the letter without Hermione's consent) had sent Hermione's calendar for the next four months. Lavendar then, after reading and replying to the letter, promptly walked into the conference room alone, feeling awfully conspicuous.
"Will your partner be arriving shortly, Miss Brown?" asked the head honcho, Thomas Rancid.
"No, Mrs. Potter wasn't able to come today. She was up all night sick."
"Should we reschedule another meeting date then?"
"No, today is fine. I have Hermione's calendar of events for the next four months. She doesn't have much because she basically schedules her events around her work."
"Ah, I take it she is a good, old fashioned hardworking witch then," said Mr. Rancid.
"Yes, she definitely is," said Lavendar inwardly grinning at the memory of Hermione during their Hogwarts days.
"I like those type of business people. Now, speaking of business, let's get down to business." Mr. Rancid paused for a second, shuffling through some of his papers before looking up and asking, "Did you and your partner discuss any dates that would be good for the both of you?"
"Yes, we had a week picked out in February, the first week in fact."
"For the moving in date, or for opening the store."
"We want to move in that week. We already have about half of our inventory in the attic of Mrs. Potter's home. So we are hoping that we will be able to open the store soon after we move in. Probably around the eighth of February so that we can still be able to hit the Valentine's Day holiday."
"Smart idea, Miss Brown. Would you be able to move in on the second of February?"
"Let me look at our calendars," Lavendar took a few minutes to check the two calendars, "Yes, I think that would be a good day to move in."
"So, if you like, you could open on the sixth. Will that give you enough time to set up your shelves and everything?"
"Yes, we already have the layout of the entire store drawn out, including the shelves."
"Alright, I think this should end the meeting."
"I enjoy doing business with you," Lavendar then shook hands with Mr. Rancid.
"Now that we aren't doing business. Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm engaged." Lavendar shook with mirth at the thought that he had just asked her out. Then, on top of it, she had lied, saying that she was engaged.
Lavendar walked over to Harry and Hermione's house, which was only a five-minute walk. The entire time she was walking over to Hermione's she was thinking about her relationship with Ron. He was constantly asking her to do things for him, and never would he do things that she asked him to do. She would be extremely lucky if he had gone to the store for her. If he had gone to the store then it had only been because he got hungry. Why she was still with him, she had no idea. Soon, she arrived at Hermione's house.
Lavendar walked up to the door and was about to knock when the door opened. The person who had opened the door was Hermione's mother, Carolyn. Lavendar was greeted with a small scream. Obviously Carolyn was just as surprised, as Lavendar was that there was someone on the other side of the door.
"Oh, Hello!" greeted a shocked Lavendar.
"You're a friend of Hermione's right. Lavendar I think. Were you coming to talk to Hermione?"
"I was going to leave a message if she was asleep, I don't want to disrupt her."
"She's awake, lucky you." answered Carolyn.
"Thank you, is she up in her room?"
"No, she is in the sitting room."
"Alright, I'll be going in there then."
"Lavendar, be quiet please, she's got a bit of a headache right now."
"Yes, ma'am, I'll be sure to be quiet." Lavendar walked into the sitting room to find Hermione looking really sick.
"Hermione, are you alright dear?"
"Just a bit on the queasy side."
"We got the move in and opening dates set. February second for the move in."
"That's wonderful, the date we were planning on!"
"Yes, and the opening day on the sixth."
"That's good, though we'll be working hard."
"No, no, no I'll be working hard. I want you to stay healthy until at least the due date."
"But, I have to help you with this!"
"Hermione, no, you let Lavendar do the hard work if she offers." interrupted Harry, as he walked into the room.
"Harry, no, I want to work this!"
"I'm not telling you not to work, I'm telling you not to work too hard."
"Hermione, listen to Harry, if you're sick right now, just wait until February," pointed out Lavendar. As Harry walked out of the room he stuck his tongue out at Hermione, looking quite immature.
"Hermione, Mr. Rancid asked me out, he asked me on a date for tonight! The nerve of him! Though, what got me thinking was that I do all these things for Ron, but he only goes to the store when I tell him to go to the store. Then he realizes that there is no food, and that I haven't gone to the store, so he goes."
"Lav, that just sounds like typical Ron attitude. Isn't that why you broke up with him after Hogwarts? Once you broke up with him you started missing him immensely, I say that you talk to him this time before breaking up with him like last time."
"You really think so?"
"Yes, he loves you more than he knows, he's constantly talking about you. There are times Harry can't get Ron to shut up about you!"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Nope, I'm most definitely not kidding around with you."
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While Lavendar and Hermione were talking Harry apparated over to Ron and Lavendar's flat and found Ron putting groceries away.
"Wow, were you hungry, or did you go to the store only because Lavendar told you to go to the store?"
"I actually went only because Lav told me to before she left this morning."
"Well, she came over after the first meting all in a huffy. I'm not sure if she's still there, though."
"Wait, why was she in a huffy?" asked Ron hurriedly.
"Mr. Rancid, the man who owns the building they are leasing, asked Lavendar out after the meeting. She got thinking, I guess, and realizes just how much she does, and how little you do."
"Damn, not this again!"
"Yes, this again."
"I'm doing more then I used to though!"
"Yes, but still you aren't doing enough in Lavendar's eyes."
"Okay, damn. I thought she had gotten through that!"
"She had, then something about when Mr. Rancid asked her out triggered something."
"Maybe I should clean the house and start doing the laundry when I'm at home instead of other stuff."
"I think that's what she wants Ron."
"Thanks for the heads up Harry," said Ron with appreciation in his voice.
"I've got to get back home before Hermione tries to go to the suppliers meeting. She was in and out of bed all night last night," said Harry before apparating back home.
