A/N: I know what you're thinking…"Papa don't preach? Ginny's….pregnant?" NO! Ginny/Hermione isn't pregnant. No one is! It's metaphorically speaking, like baby=Draco. So yeah…don't take it literally. Because it isn't intended like that. I'd like to thank LaughingGasGirl and Luna Writer for being segregate muses, until my mine decides to come back from her vacation in the Bermuda Triangle.
Chapter X- Papa Don't Preach
"Papa I know you're going to be upset/because I was always your little girl/but you should know by now/I'm not a baby/you always taught me right from wrong/I need your help daddy please be strong/I maybe be young at heart/but I know what I'm saying/the one you warned me all about/the one you said I could do with out…..Papa don't preach/I'm in trouble deep/please/Papa don't preach/ I've been loosing sleep/but I've made up my mind/I'm keeping my baby/ooh-ooh/I'm gonna keep my baby…Daddy daddy/if you could only see/how good he's been treating me/you'll give us your blessing now /because we are in love…"
Madonna/Kelly Osborne, Papa Don't Preach
Ginny snapped open her eyes to find Draco and his observant gray eyes studding her face. She remember it all, the dinner they barely ate before they were kissing wildly on the sofa. They were about to rip each others clothes off right then and there, but Draco led her upstairs, where they willingly feel into bed, after just one week of seeing each other. It was the best sex Ginny had ever hand, though she had not much to compare it to, although she had a feeling that Draco will probably be the best she would ever have.
"Good morning, my porcelain doll." He smiled at her, his hair rumpled from sleep and other activities. A chuck of his blonde feel in his eyes, he left it here, still staring at her.
"I love the way your hair falls in your face." She said, leaning over, and kissed him briefly on the lips, afraid of her morning breath.
He smiled at her, pulling her closer to him, feeling the warmth coming from his body.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"9:30. Do you have somewhere to be?" He asked, worrying. He didn't want this to end just yet.
"Not just to the hair dressers, and then to the Burrow before the campaign dinner." She said.
"Oh, that is tonight, isn't it?" He said.
"Yeah, are you still going?"
"I promised Percy didn't I?"
"You know, they don't know about this yet. Hermione doesn't even know, and I live with her."
He frowned. "Do you not want anyone to know?" He asked
"No…it's not that, I just didn't know, where it was going. I didn't want to tell my mother I was dating a Malfoy, just to see a note laying on my desk the next day, saying 'I can't see you anymore.' And there is no point in drawing up Ron, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie if I don't need to." She said, a note of happiness in her voice. Relationship, Malfoy, dating, all words that Ginny loved to say when pertaining to Draco.
"In due time, my dear, in due time. What time do you have to leave to get your hair fixed?"
"5:30. I have a port key lined up to take me from Hogsmeade to the Burrow after that. Mum wanted us all to go together, in a ministry car."
"In a car? Why?"
"My Dad is quite fond of them. And Percy can get anything from the Ministry. They really want rid of Fudge. He's to old for the job now, Been in too long." She said pushing her red tresses behind her ears.
"Well we've got this room for two.." He said wanting to be joined once more on of the most intimate levels. He began to trail soft kisses on her collar bone down, tickling her and making her giggle.
"And we have the afternoon…" She said, trying to keep her child-like laughs to herself.
"Even better." He said, and pulled the sheets around them.
Hermione finally heard Ron stirring in the bed, he back to him. She turned around to see him, waiting for his eyes to open. From past experiences, Ron was like a ton of bricks to get out of bed in the morning. He sat up, and stretched his arms above his head, and finally laid his eyes on Hermione who was donning his "New York City Lights Quidditch Team" tee-shirt. He smiled at her from bed, still naked, but stood up and wrapped the crisp white sheet around his waist.
He kissed her, and said "You have no idea how long I have waited to be with you again."
"About 6 and a half months." She said, being a smart alek.
"It seemed like a million years." He said, looking down at her.
"I know." Hermione said, "Come on, we'll make breakfast!" She pulled him towards the door, but Ron stood planted to the carpet.
"But 'Mione, it was a very long six months." He said, whispering in her ear. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Ronald Weasley…!" She tried to sound angry, but her voice melted into a softer, golden tone.
"But you still love me." He smiled mischievously and they feel into bed.
Harry groaned, rubbing his throbbing.
"Ughhh, how many beers did I drink on that boat?" He asked him self, rolling over on his side, looking at his clock, that said "Get Out Of Bed". He had a hangover, and couldn't even remember how he got home from the dock. Harry pulled himself out of his bed, noticing he was still fully dressed in his clothes, shoes included. He stood for a minute, trying to get his head to stop spinning. Somehow he managed to get into the bathroom, opening the potion cabinet, and pulled out what had become known to him as "the blue potion", due to it's toxic looking blue hue. He drank it strait from the vile, not even bothering to pull out his drinking goblet. Instantly her began to feel better, his head not revolving a hundred miles per hour. Looking into the mirror, and saw a shallow, tried, face. His eyes were encircled by thick purple rings, his skin looking to pale. His hair was even more messy than usual, thick, black clumps sticking out every direction.
His stomach rumbled loudly, he obeyed his body, going into the kitchen to look in the bare refrigerator. He pulled out a small apple, the last one, and bite down hungrily into it.
A note caught his eye on the front of the appliance, that read "Percy's Campaign Dinner Tonight. Go to Burrow at 6:00"Harry sighed, realizing he has to face Ron and Hermione.
"They are you best friends! How bad could it be? How bad could it be? It's torture! I have to try and pretend my heart isn't broken for Hermione's sake, and try to not beat up Ron for taking her away from me. I can't wait for this story to leak to the papers!" Harry thought sardonically.
Ginny stood over the stove, her hair wrapped in a towel, drying after their shower. Draco was still in the bed room, getting dressed. Ginny just threw on the clothes she wore yesterday. Somehow, wearing Ron's old tee-shirt just felt wrong after being with Draco. She should be wearing her boyfriend's shirt, not her brothers. The pan sizzled as she turned the sausages, and then turned her attention to the pancakes on the other burner. She flipped it over the cake, browning the other side.
"It smells good in here!" Draco announced, walking into the kitchen, and kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, don't get spoiled by this! You have to make me breakfast sometime." She said, flipping over the sausages again.
"My breakfast would contain cornflakes and milk!"
Ginny raised her eyebrows, looking at him.
"Okay, okay, I'll throw in some toast and marmalade too…" He said with his usual smile on his face. Ginny punched him in the arm playfully.
"Ow! That kind of hurt!"
"That hurt? I wonder what my real hit would feel like…" Ginny smiled, wondering
"Where did you learn to punch like that?" He asked
"You learn a lot from five other brothers." Ginny said, and scooped the pancake out of the skillet and placed it on a plate with five other ones.
"Is six enough?" She asked him, turning around fully to face him. His hair was still wet, and she could smell his soap. He wore a plain hunter green tee-shirt and what seemed to be his favorite pair of jeans. They were wore almost thread bare, and had holes on both knees.
"What do you think? Now you know what I put on when I know I'm not trying to impress."
"Well don't I feel special!"
"You didn't dress up for me!"
"That's how I dress all the time."
"This is how I dress all the time when I'm at home. Is that one your brother's shirt? Or do you really like quidditch?" He asked.
"It's Ron's. I stole it from him before he went to America." She said, feeling embarrassed, and tugged on the hem of the red shirt.
"I think you should have mine, since you like quidditch shirts so much," He replied, looking into her brown eyes.
"Which one?"
"My favorite one."
"I don't want to take your favorite one…"
"I want you to have it. Here, I'll go and get it." He said, jogging down the hall in disappearing into his room.
Ginny threw off Ron's tee-shirt and stood over the stove, pouring the grease off the sausages down the drain, and then followed it with hot water. Draco stopped when he saw Ginny, unexpectedly standing in the kitchen in her bra. He sneaked up behind her, tickling her sides.
"Hey! Your hands are cold!" She yelped spinning around.
"Put your arms up." He said gathering the shirt, ready to put on Ginny. She obeyed, throwing her arms up. He slid the shirt over her body, winking at her once before her head disappeared though the hole just to come back out two seconds later. She breathed in deeply, smelling his scent on the garment, making her feel happy.
"Now that looks better!" He said, inspecting her.
"It feel better too." She said, slinking her body around under the material, "Anyways, are you ready to eat?"
Hermione sighed as turned on the shower, steeped in, and then realized, Ginny didn't come home last night. She poked her head out from the curtain,
"Do you know if Ginny spent the night a the Burrow last night?"
"I don't think so…why?" He asked, toothpaste trickling down the side of his mouth, tooth brush in mouth.
"She's usually up by now. She makes breakfast for us, and then goes back to bed. And I haven't heard her or smelled anyone cooking…" Hermione trailed off, concerned.
"She might just be sleeping in." He said off-handedly. "Wait…if she was here then…oh, uh, Hermione have you ever put a permanent sound-proofing spell on the room?" He asked, his cheeks going red at the thought of Ginny hearing them.
"Yes, Ron. Don't worry about it." She smiled, "But seriously I'm going to go see if her bed was slept in. Get a towel down for me for me please." Ron reached in the cupboard to the right, pulling a fluffy white towel off the shelf and handing it to Hermione. She stepped of the shower, wrapping it around her body. She walked down the hall, pushing Ginny's door open, only to find a fully made bed, and no signs of Ginny spending the night in the room. She walked slowly down the hall, back to the bathroom, where Ron was now washing out his mouth. He spat the water in the sink, "So is she sleeping?" He asked.
"No…Do you know where she could be? Does she have a boyfriend?"
"Hey, that's your department, not mine. I hate seeing Ginny's boyfriends kiss her. Uh..it just bothers me."
"That's understandable…she's your only sister. But she hasn't said anything about dating anyone. She hasn't had a boyfriend since you left. That Richard guy was the only one she was really serious about, and she hasn't had a relationship like that since then. That I know of at least." She said, starting to worry. What if she had an accident? What if someone kidnapped her?
"Ginny's a big girl. I trust her. I know she will be home soon." He pulled Hermione into a hug, her long wet hair rubbing against his arms.
Hermione got back into the shower, and continued to wash herself, while Ron shaved with her razor. He finished before her, but waited, sitting on top of the loo seat. She got out of the shower, pulling the curtain wide open.
"Oh Merlin! You scared the crap out of me Ron! I thought you went down stairs! Hand me that towel please." She said. Hermione wrapped herself up with the towel again, along with her hair.
"Want to pick out something for me to wear?" She asked him.
"Seriously? You trust me to pick something for you to wear?"
"Yeah, and plus we aren't going anywhere besides Percy's campaign dinner, but that's later in the afternoon. It's only 12:00."
"You'll wear anything?"
"As long as I'm fully clothed and it's not one of my dress robes." She smiled at him, leading him into her room, flinging open her closet door. Ron searched for a few minutes, pulling something from the back of the closet.
"An oldie but a goody!" He said, producing Hermione's old Hogwart's uniform.
"You have got to be kidding me! It more than likely doesn't fit anymore!" She said, backing away from it. In her book, the uniform had always been a crime against fashion. And those woolen socks? What was she thinking?
"At least try it on." He said, giving her the hanger, putting on an excellent puppy-dog face.
"Alright, alright! I'll try it on. I'm going in the bathroom., because I'll probably have to suck it in to get it to button." She said flatly and left the room.
A few minutes later, she repapered, rolling her eyes, hands on hips, sporting the uniform.
Ron began laughing hysterically, but Hermione pointed her wand at him and recited "Donnus Uniformus!" Ron suddenly was wearing an identical copy of his old uniform.
"Who's laughing now Weasley!" Hermione replied looking proud of herself.
He undid his tie, "I really hated wearing these stupid ties." He said, loosening it like he had been known to do.
"I had to wear it too, so it's not like you're the only one!" She said.
"Come one, let's go down stairs, and when Ginny gets home we can zap her with a uniform too!" Ron said, putting an mischievous smile on his face, wand poised.
"Draco…I need to go." Ginny said, leaning against them, watching his wizard's television.
He sighed. "I know…Hermione's probably wondering where you are."
"Oh, Merlin. I forgot about 'Mione! She's probably going crazy. I'm surprised she hasn't informed the Ministry yet!" Ginny jumped up and collected her scurfy boots, shoving them on her feet, she flew into the kitchen, grabbing Ron's shirt. She remember she didn't bring her purse, or her wallet…just her "My wand! Where's my wand? I brought it here with me!" She started to become hysterical.
"Ginny, calm down. I have it right here." He said, taking her hand, trying to calm her down.
She breathed a small sigh of relief, taking it from him, and putting it carefully into her pocket, "Thank you. I have to go. I'll see you later okay?" She said before kissing him on the lips slowly.
He broke away seconds later, "You think your walking? I don't think so. If I apperate with you, you'll get there sooner."
"But Hermione's home and…"
"I thought she was your best friend."
"Of course she is! It's…it's…Fine, let's go." She smiled, taking his hand.
In two seconds, they were once again on Ginny's door steep. Draco leaned in to kiss her good-bye when the door flew open, and a person shouted "Donnus Uniformus!"
"What is the wide world of Quidditch?!" Ginny exclaimed.
"What…Who? Hermione! Come here! Draco Malfoy I think is trying to molest Ginny!" Ron called into the house. Ginny heaved a sigh, giving Draco a look that read, "I told you so!" . Draco just shrugged and turned to the open door where Ron and Hermione where both standing, wearing their Gryffindor uniforms. Draco looked down at his own garb, noticing he was wearing his old Slyrthin uniform, the green and sliver standing out amongst all the gold and red.
"Ginny! I've been so worried. Where have you been. Oh…you were? Ginny…" Hermione started out shrill and relived, then ended her incoherent sentence in a somber tone.
"Malfoy if you even laid a hind on my sister. I'll….I'll…"
"You'll what? Put an old school uniform on me?" He asked, giving him a sneer.
"I'll put you through a very through beating and disembowelment!" Ron threatened, coming out fully on the door steep.
Ginny rolled her eyes and steeped in-between the two men.
"You guys. Stop now. I have something to say, to you, Ron, and Hermione."
"Oh no. Your not dating this greasy wanker are you?" Ron said, his jaw dropping.
"Yes, I am Ron. Now get over it an be civil with each other or, I'll be upset with the both of you!" She said, mother like, giving a glare to each of them.
"I knew it! I knew when you kept sticking up for him!" Hermione replied, hands on her hip.
"Your not mad at me for not telling you?
"Not really. But I would have liked to know!" She said, and gave Ginny a big hug.
"Okay, enough with all this. Does Mum and Dad know?"
"Well…no-" She said, not knowing what to say. She was going to tell them tonight before the dinner.
"Virginia Weasley! Get in here! I'm going to floo Dad!" He scolded, taking her by the arm of her robe with great force.
"Ron! Get off me! I'm going to tell them tonight." She shouted, trying to pry his fingers from her. Draco and Hermione followed them, Draco trying to pry Ron's hands away as well. He took her to the lounge where above the hearth there was a small jar of shiny powder. He tossed it into the fire, and it automatically turned bright green.
"Dad! You need to apperate here right now!" Ron said loudly, finally loosening his grasp on his sister.
"Why? What wrong? Who's hurt?" Arthur Weasley's voice was frantic.
"I don't know, but you need to get here."
"Alright Ron. I'll be over in a few seconds." He said, his face disappearing in the flames only to reappear with a pop, long with his whole body.
"Dad, Ginny is dating Draco Malfoy!" Ron declared before Mr. Weasley could get a word out of his mouth.
"Ron, you scared the magic out of me! I thought someone was dying!" He said, grasping his chest. He looked all around the room, confused.
"Why are you all dressed in Hogwart's uniforms?" He asked, scratching his balding head.
"It's a long story. But anyways, back to the subject. Tell her she can't date a Malfoy!" He said, gesturing to Ginny and Draco. Draco was standing slightly in front of Ginny as if he were protecting her.
"Ron I really think who Ginny dates is her business. Although I would like to talk to Ginny privately." He said, looking at her. Ron looked at his father, and then back to Draco and Ginny. He turned on his heel and left, along with Hermione. Draco squeezed Ginny's hand and smiled at her, as if telling her to be good. Draco shut the door behind him, leaving Ginny and her father alone.
"How come you didn't tell us, Ginny?"
"Because I wanted to avoid a situation like this!" She replied, rubbing her throbbing temples.
"You know he is a Malfoy, Ginny. They are all the same. They are lying, cheating, Dark-"
"Draco is not involved with anything Dark, and you know it! Papa, please don't preach. I know I was always your little girl, but you should know by now that I'm not a baby. You always taught me right from wrong, so why don't you trust me?" She asked, looking at him solemnly.
"It's not you that I don't trust. It's him! You know what his father is like, and-"
"Papa, you know he broke ties with his father when he was 17, because he didn't want to become a Death Eater like him! I maybe young at heart, but I know what I'm saying"
"I know, I know Ginny. Just be careful."
"Please give us your blessing. I think…I think…I'm love." She said, not looking at him, afraid of the looking on his face. She turned slowly, looking at his face. Surprisingly, his face was soft with love.
"Does he feel the same way?" Arthur asked.
"I…I don't know. I hope. I really hope, because I know I feel like I love him."
"Bring him in here, please Virginia." He said, seriously.
Ginny walked to the closed door, just to find Ron leaning in close, trying to hear.
"Draco, please come here." She said, talking to Ron, then turned her eyes to Draco. Draco got up from the kitchen table where he was seated and walked up to Ginny.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"My father wants to talk with you." She said quietly, opening the door of the room for him. Mr. Weasley was pacing by the fireplace, hand clasped behind his back. He stopped as soon as they entered, smiling a half smile at the pair.
"Draco do you love my daughter?" He asked abruptly, scaring Draco.
Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He looked down at Ginny who answered with a please tell the truth look. He thought about it for a few seconds.
"Love? Ginny? Do I love Ginny? What are you questioning yourself for Draco! You know you love her!" His mind shot.
"Yes. I love Ginny, with all my heart." He smiled at her, winked, and then looked at Mr. Weasley with hope.
"Do you promise not to hurt her? And if you do, I will send all six of my sons after you, and let them beat you into a senseless, bloody pulp, and they don't need magic to do it." He said seriously. Draco knew he wasn't joking. He knew he couldn't take on six full grown men, even with his wand.
"Yes sir. I understand. I would never dream of intentionally hurting Ginny." Draco said. Mr. Weasley, opened and shut his mouth, like he had something to say but thought against it. He finally spoke saying:
"You have my blessing, but I advise you to make peace with Ron. The others won't be to bad. Ron was always so protective over Ginny. And Virginia, I'm going to tell your mother this when I get home. That is your job tonight. And please, don't break each other's hearts." He smiled at them, and Ginny and Draco embraced tightly. Mr. Weasley opened up the door to the lounge. Ron fell flat on the floor, a glass fell from his hand onto the rug.
"That doesn't work, Ron. Muggles try all the time!" He exclaimed, helping his son up off the floor.
"What did you tell them?" Ron asked.
"I think you better ask Ginny and Draco that question, not me. Anyways I must be going. I told Molly there was an emergency here. She's probably started making anti-swelling potions right now." Arthur laughed.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay? I was about to make some tea before this whole thing started." Hermione invited.
"No, thank you Hermione. I really must be going. I will see you all tonight!" He said, and apperated with a tiny "pop!"