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Dracos Gal (x3): Awwww~_~Thank you
Anonymous Reviewer: The spell takes a year to wear off.
Azalai: Hope you like this chapter, and good luck with your cat.))
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Ginny started downwards, the hand not supporting Silver sliding along the smooth banister, until they again reached the doorway into the living room. She glanced at him for a moment, but it was not as bright downstairs, and he merely blinked a few times. Turning, she walked into the dining room. Her mother was already there, setting out the plates, and she looked towards Ginny's chair.
"Have a seat, dear. The others will be in soon."
Ginny nodded, settling herself on the sturdy old chair.
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Always keeping one eye on the doorway, Draco sat up straighter, looking around the well-lit room. Nine plates. ..he rapidly counted it up in his head. Judging from the clock, there were only seven Weasleys in the house. Who could the extra places belong to? Suddenly, a voice drifted in from the next room.
"I'll be there in a minute, Ron!"
Draco froze. Potter. He should have known. A shadow appeared in the doorway, and he dove, ending up perched on Ginny's knees, well under the table. He saw another pair of legs settle themselves in the chair across from him.
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"Hi, Ginny," Harry said.
"Hi," she mumbled in reply, the well-known flush creeping up her neck. She supposed she still had a bit of a crush on Harry, even after all this time. She knew full well, however, that quite a large part of her reaction was simple embarrassment, as she remembered the fool she'd made of herself over him in the past. She sighed slightly in relief as Hermione entered, followed by Ron, the rest of her brothers, and her father. She felt Silver tense at the sound of footsteps, and she felt a rush of pity. He may have learned to trust her, but she knew it would take a long time before he was truly at ease. Gently, she rested her hand on his back, and felt the tension ease somewhat.
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Draco heard the scrape of chairs as everyone sat, and edged cautiously out from under the table, still keeping hidden from view. He sighed. Typical, that Potter would be lurking around here - Draco imagined that he'd spend the summer in Snape's dungeon to avoid living with his family. He let out a light sound of contempt. Things weren't that pleasant at home for HIM, either, and he didn't go running off to a friend's house. Harry lived with MUGGLES, for Merlin's sake. Let the famous Potter deal with Lucius Malfoy for a month or so, and see how brave 'the boy who lived' would be then. Hearing him, Ginny looked downwards, concern in her eyes.
"All right, Silver?" she asked quietly. Rather than nod, he moved slightly further forward, and saw her look of relief. Her hand hovered briefly over the plate, then she moved it downwards. He sniffed - it was some kind of tiny roll, and he took it hungrily. Ginny smiled, and repeated the move with a piece of meat, then a bit of potatoes on her fingertip.
"Ginny? What are you doing? Who's Silver"
Draco's eyes widened. That was Granger's voice. Ginny looked up.
"Silver's my new ferret. I just got him today, at Diagon Alley."
"Oh, a ferret?" He could hear the laughter in her voice. "I didn't know you were looking for a ferret. I had a run-in with one of those a while ago - I could have kept him for you." Potter and Weasel joined in her chuckles at that - apparently she had told them about the incident.
"No, I'll stick with Silver, thanks," Ginny replied, slightly bemused. Draco sighed. There were still a few days to go before term started, and it was going to be a very long week.
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Dracos Gal (x3): Awwww~_~Thank you
Anonymous Reviewer: The spell takes a year to wear off.
Azalai: Hope you like this chapter, and good luck with your cat.))
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Ginny started downwards, the hand not supporting Silver sliding along the smooth banister, until they again reached the doorway into the living room. She glanced at him for a moment, but it was not as bright downstairs, and he merely blinked a few times. Turning, she walked into the dining room. Her mother was already there, setting out the plates, and she looked towards Ginny's chair.
"Have a seat, dear. The others will be in soon."
Ginny nodded, settling herself on the sturdy old chair.
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Always keeping one eye on the doorway, Draco sat up straighter, looking around the well-lit room. Nine plates. ..he rapidly counted it up in his head. Judging from the clock, there were only seven Weasleys in the house. Who could the extra places belong to? Suddenly, a voice drifted in from the next room.
"I'll be there in a minute, Ron!"
Draco froze. Potter. He should have known. A shadow appeared in the doorway, and he dove, ending up perched on Ginny's knees, well under the table. He saw another pair of legs settle themselves in the chair across from him.
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"Hi, Ginny," Harry said.
"Hi," she mumbled in reply, the well-known flush creeping up her neck. She supposed she still had a bit of a crush on Harry, even after all this time. She knew full well, however, that quite a large part of her reaction was simple embarrassment, as she remembered the fool she'd made of herself over him in the past. She sighed slightly in relief as Hermione entered, followed by Ron, the rest of her brothers, and her father. She felt Silver tense at the sound of footsteps, and she felt a rush of pity. He may have learned to trust her, but she knew it would take a long time before he was truly at ease. Gently, she rested her hand on his back, and felt the tension ease somewhat.
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Draco heard the scrape of chairs as everyone sat, and edged cautiously out from under the table, still keeping hidden from view. He sighed. Typical, that Potter would be lurking around here - Draco imagined that he'd spend the summer in Snape's dungeon to avoid living with his family. He let out a light sound of contempt. Things weren't that pleasant at home for HIM, either, and he didn't go running off to a friend's house. Harry lived with MUGGLES, for Merlin's sake. Let the famous Potter deal with Lucius Malfoy for a month or so, and see how brave 'the boy who lived' would be then. Hearing him, Ginny looked downwards, concern in her eyes.
"All right, Silver?" she asked quietly. Rather than nod, he moved slightly further forward, and saw her look of relief. Her hand hovered briefly over the plate, then she moved it downwards. He sniffed - it was some kind of tiny roll, and he took it hungrily. Ginny smiled, and repeated the move with a piece of meat, then a bit of potatoes on her fingertip.
"Ginny? What are you doing? Who's Silver"
Draco's eyes widened. That was Granger's voice. Ginny looked up.
"Silver's my new ferret. I just got him today, at Diagon Alley."
"Oh, a ferret?" He could hear the laughter in her voice. "I didn't know you were looking for a ferret. I had a run-in with one of those a while ago - I could have kept him for you." Potter and Weasel joined in her chuckles at that - apparently she had told them about the incident.
"No, I'll stick with Silver, thanks," Ginny replied, slightly bemused. Draco sighed. There were still a few days to go before term started, and it was going to be a very long week.
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