Everyone was sitting in the peacefully in the Weasley living room. Ginny and Hermione were seated in the corner, talking about boys. Ron and Harry right smack in the middle, playing Wizard's chess, Fred and George discussing new homemade products to make; Percy, Charlie, and Bill discussing the pro's and con's of their different occupations, Mrs. Weasley knitting another one of her sweaters, and Mr. Weasley reading THE DAILY PROPHET.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Everyone was too caught up in their business, that only Ron and Harry heard it ring.
"Don't worry, Harry. I'll get it," Ron said, standing up to get the door. He was quite happy that before he stood up, he made a good move. But that happiness went away though, when he saw what he saw when he opened the door.
"Hello, Weasley," DRACO MALFOY said, a little less threatening than before.
"Er, Malfoy…what the hell are you doing here?" Ron said, more confused than ever.
"I'm here to pick up your sister. She and I are going on a date," Malfoy responded, a nasty smile forming on his face as he saw Ron's face drop to a complete dreadful look.
"Ron, who is it?" Mr. Weasley asked as he, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry rushed to the door.
"It's Draco Malfoy, dad," Ron answered, still completely stunned.
"Draco Malfoy? Lucius Malfoy's son?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Hermione and Harry exchanged looks of horror as Ginny walked up to greet Draco. But before she could, her father cut her from the door.
"You are not going out with him tonight, Virginia Weasley," Mr. Weasley whispered into Ginny's ear, a little peeved.
"But, father, you said you wou—" Ginny started.
"Now, now, Ginny listen to your father," Mrs. Weasley said, yanking her away from the door and back into the living room. Mr. Weasley quickly followed.
"Aw, looks like I ruined a perfect family moment," Malfoy said apathetically, not even caring about Ginny.
"Oh, shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Ron said, shutting the door in front of the blond Slytherin.
"EVERYONE OUT OF THE LIVING ROOM, IMMEDIATELY!" Mr. Weasley commanded. His easiness had gotten away from him as he felt his wife's temper flowing through his blood. The five remaining boys rushed out of the living room and up the stairs, in fear of their father.
"Dad, I don't understand. You said I could go on a date tonight, remember?" Ginny said, her voice trembling.
"I wouldn't have said that if I knew you were gonna go out with the spawn of the Devil!" Mr. Weasley angrily said.
"Arthur, watch your temper," Mrs. Weasley said, feeling pity for her youngest child. But, Mr. Weasley ignored her.
"I trusted you'd pick someone other than that horrible child, Ginny. Neville Longbottom, sure, Colin Creevey, all right, but Draco Malfoy?!" Mr. Weasley said, outraged.
"He's changed, dad, really," Ginny said, unable to look up at her father.
"I don't care. Bad, good, I don't trust him. His father was a Death Eater! He's insulted our whole family and me. It should be obvious to you that his son would act the same way!"
"HE IS NOT HIS FATHER!" Ginny managed to scream.
"DO NOT TALK THAT WAY TO ME, VIRGINIA WEASLEY!" Mr. Weasley challenged his daughter.
"Arthur, take it easy," Mrs. Weasley interrupted.
"Up to your room, Ginny!" Mr. Weasley said as Ginny ran past her father and mother and up to her room, tears rushing down her eyes. Mr. Weasley sat on the couch and started to curse.
Ginny sat in her room, contemplating what had happened just a few moments before. She had wiped the tears from her eyes as she sat on her bed. She heard her parents in a heated argument.
It's about me; I know it, Ginny thought in her head. She was so upset with her father for shouting at her and accusing Draco of being so horrible.
So he was a bit mean, but he's changed, right? He's different; he's not like his father, Ginny thought more. Then it hit her. She wanted to be with Draco and away from her parents. She jumped up from her bed and ran to her window.
The door of her room wasn't quite closed, just a little to have a peek at the window. Harry walked to Ginny's room to try and talk to her about the whole Draco situation. Harry knocked on the door softly, so soft that Ginny couldn't hear it. When there was no answer, he walked in. Then, he found Ginny ready to escape through her window.
"What are you doing, Ginny?" he asked as Ginny creped back into her room.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Harry? I'm leaving. I'm going to see Draco with or without my parents approval," Ginny said, wishing Harry would go away.
"I won't let you, Ginny. He is a terrible person. Don't you remember the way he treated you back then? And how about last year? Don't you remember that?" Harry desperately said.
"Is somebody jealous?" Ginny asked mischievously.
Harry paused for a while and then said," May—no! I am not jealous. I am just curious for your safety, Gin," Harry said.
"Oh, Harry. Draco will not do that. He has better judgment."
"Please, Ginny, just stay. I'll play you a game of chess," Harry suggested.
"Sorry, Harry, but chess doesn't thrill me as much as it does with Ron. I have to go now," Ginny said, heading out the window again.
Harry stood in Ginny's room, not knowing what to do.
Should I tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? Should I tell Ron and Hermione? Or should I go after her? Maybe I should let her go, Harry thought in his head. He knew the answer, but was too heartbroken (or lazy) to go with it.