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A/N: A lot of talking in this one, and I mean a lot. I know Disney hasn't made a version of R&J, but hey 2008 is a long time away, it could happen.
Again thanks to Lara, who has made my ramblings into reading material. (I wanted to say literature, but she is only human after all.)
To all those who have reviewed my story so far: I 'vuv' you all.
Chapter 11: Home is where the heart is?
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Heathrow Int. Airport, June 30th 2008
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"Remember to owl us the second you get home."
"I will."
"I worry."
"I know, mum."
The entire Weasley clan was gathered in unfamiliar surroundings to see their youngest member off. As Mrs. Weasley fussed over their sister, her father and brothers had occupied themselves studying the fascinating muggle contraptions that surrounded them.
"Hey Gin-bug, could you get us tickets to the American Quidditch finals?"
"Hush, Ronald. To think about quidditch at such a time...!" Mrs Weasley scolded her youngest son, to be thinking of sports at such a time.
"I don't think you are eating enough." She returned to her worrying over her baby girl.
"I'll eat an entire cheesecake when I get home." Ginny answered with a roll of her eyes.
"Don't trifle with me, young lady, I'll have you know that a well balanced diet is very important."
"Yes, mum."
Ginny wanted to roll her eyes again, however, she knew her mother well enough to know that would not go over well.
The truth was that even if her mother's endless nattering was grating her nerves, it was kind of nice to have a mum again.
"And remember to move a bit on the plane - you don't want to have a blood clot or something. Those muggle 'airflanes' are dangerous contraptions"
"Mum, I'm flying the Concorde."
Molly gave her 'the look', as in the patented Weasley 'mark my words or else' look. And Ginny lowered her eyes to the floor. Oh yes, Molly Weasley was perfectly able to reprimand her children, even if they had been gone for the past four years.
"Do you have everything?"
"Yes."
"Where are your bags?"
"I checked them in earlier."
"So you're all set, then?"
"Yes, mum."
Her mother had tears in her eyes as she embraced her in a bone-crushing hug, and Ginny was soon passed around to her father and brothers. The last brother in the hugging-line was Ron.
"You take care? You are my only Gin-Bug, you know."
"I know, Ronniekins." She said with a light laugh, "I'll be good, and you can come visit, you know."
He kissed her on the cheek before giving her a light shove in direction of her gate.
"Go on then, don't want to miss your 'what's-it-called'."
She smiled and gave a last wave before walking into the departure zone. There was no need for drama or heartache this time around. After all, Ginny Weasley had left home a long time ago.
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New Orleans, 4th of July
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It was hot.
New Orleans was always hot in the summer, but sometimes the heat would be extra uncomfortable - like today.
Like a sultry fog, the heat would cover the streets, making its inhabitants lethargic and irritable. Every chore was a bother, every disruption a cause of anger.
Of course, Gina Weston didn't really pay much attention to the weather. She had bigger worries. Her roommate, on the other hand, was letting the heat get to him.
"Damn it, Gina, will you stop moping!" Jack said with a huff.
"What?"
Ginny looked up from the notes of her newest creation.
"Oh, come on! Ever since you came back from England you have been depressed and annoying."
Ginny stood up from her chair and walked over to the window overlooking the garden.
"I just have some stuff on my mind, I'll work trough it."
Even if she wasn't looking at Jack he could see the tears she tried to blink away.
"Ah shit, Gina, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit edgy today. But I kind of get tired of watching you 'suffer in silence'. "
Ginny gave him a weak smile.
"It's okay."
"Now, come on, tell Uncle Jack what's bothering my favourite girl."
"Would you believe me if I said PMS?" She looked at him hopefully.
"Gina I have shared a bath with you for years - I think I know your cycle by now. Now tell me, who is he?"
"What makes you think it's a man?"
He arched an eyebrow at her,
"Isn't it always?"
She gave a faint laugh.
"I hate him."
"Yeah, sure you do."
"His father tried to kill me."
"Yeah, sure he did."
"It's true, and our families are sworn enemies."
Jack gave a short laugh, which in turn made Gina look in his direction.
"It's not funny."
"Sure it is, you are living in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet."
"Everybody dies in Romeo and Juliet, you idiot!"
Ginny threw a pillow on him.
"Ouch. Not in the Disney version, they don't. So what happened?"
"The usual. We meet, bantered, fought, he caught me breaking into his office, we had sex, then he called me a whore, I neutered him and left."
Jack sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Err Gina, not to rain on your parade or anything, but I thought cheating was the usual."
She walked over and bashed him over the pillow she had just thrown at him.
"You're not funny."
"Sure I am."
He gave her a charming grin that made Ginny almost forgive him.
"It's the 4th of July, Gina, let's go out, see fireworks, have fun, and I'll make you forget all about your bad seed."
"Faith." Ginny responded.
"What was that?"
"Malfoy, it means bad faith." she looked up at her friend's confused expression. "That wasn't what you meant, was it?"
Jack shook his head slowly before giving an evil grin.
"Malfoy, huh? What kind of name is that?"
"Shut up Jack."
"So what does he look like.?"
Jack slung one arm over her petite shoulders and led her out the door, his mission accomplished. Gina was laughing, and maybe he could even get her out of the house.
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It took him three weeks.
At first he figured he would forget her, but that didn't really work out.
Then he tried dating Raina Zabini, Blaise's little sister. That went down the drain after he called out Ginny's name at a very bad time.
After that he figured there was only one thing to do. Go see her, have one last shag, work her out of his system.
Well, that was what he tried to tell himself.
But then there was this annoying little voice that kept insisting that it wasn't about the sex, even if it had been great.
That maybe it was about more than that, maybe it was even love?
At that point Draco would crawl deep into a bottle of whatever hard liquor was available, trying to wash the memory of Virginia Weasley out with alcohol.
Trying to flush out those images that haunted him at night, the way her face had gone from bliss to despair from his accusations. The way tears had trickled down her cheek as she walked out the door. The way she had laughed, the way she smiled, the way..
He had slept in his office instead of the bed they had made love in.
He had driven Tabitha to the brink of insanity by his incessant rambling of Ginny's virtues.
So in the end he knew that he had to see her.
Just one more time.
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She was laughing with some big, hulking American that reminded him of Potter.
According to the report the investigator had left him with his name was Jack Harris. He ran a small landscaping business. They lived together; they had been living together for two years.
He couldn't help but wonder if he knew.
Did he know about Virginia Weasley?
Had she told him about being a witch?
Did he know how she had screamed Draco's name that one night they shared?
The photo had been mocking him for two days now. Before he had left England, he had almost managed to convince himself that she was different. Now it turned out she was exactly like every other woman he knew.
Scheming.
Conniving.
Deceitful.
And even more beautiful than he could remember.
He pushed his chair away from the desk; he was sick and tired of studying the 70 page file his investigators had compiled on one Gina Weston. The pictures were the worst. Ginny laughing and smiling, Ginny doing dishes, Ginny in the garden, Ginny at the market. He felt like a voyeur. But then he figured that Ginny had probably done the same to him.
So how come he still felt bad?
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TBC.
To Hurdelingbaybe06: Ginny was about 6 weeks pregnant when she was abducted, and didn't know at that time that she was pregnant. She probably realized it soon after her abduction, but we don't really know since she has no memory of that period. Some women can go to term without realizing that they are pregnant, and to discover it between the sixth and tenth week is fairly common.
A/N: A lot of talking in this one, and I mean a lot. I know Disney hasn't made a version of R&J, but hey 2008 is a long time away, it could happen.
Again thanks to Lara, who has made my ramblings into reading material. (I wanted to say literature, but she is only human after all.)
To all those who have reviewed my story so far: I 'vuv' you all.
Chapter 11: Home is where the heart is?
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Heathrow Int. Airport, June 30th 2008
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"Remember to owl us the second you get home."
"I will."
"I worry."
"I know, mum."
The entire Weasley clan was gathered in unfamiliar surroundings to see their youngest member off. As Mrs. Weasley fussed over their sister, her father and brothers had occupied themselves studying the fascinating muggle contraptions that surrounded them.
"Hey Gin-bug, could you get us tickets to the American Quidditch finals?"
"Hush, Ronald. To think about quidditch at such a time...!" Mrs Weasley scolded her youngest son, to be thinking of sports at such a time.
"I don't think you are eating enough." She returned to her worrying over her baby girl.
"I'll eat an entire cheesecake when I get home." Ginny answered with a roll of her eyes.
"Don't trifle with me, young lady, I'll have you know that a well balanced diet is very important."
"Yes, mum."
Ginny wanted to roll her eyes again, however, she knew her mother well enough to know that would not go over well.
The truth was that even if her mother's endless nattering was grating her nerves, it was kind of nice to have a mum again.
"And remember to move a bit on the plane - you don't want to have a blood clot or something. Those muggle 'airflanes' are dangerous contraptions"
"Mum, I'm flying the Concorde."
Molly gave her 'the look', as in the patented Weasley 'mark my words or else' look. And Ginny lowered her eyes to the floor. Oh yes, Molly Weasley was perfectly able to reprimand her children, even if they had been gone for the past four years.
"Do you have everything?"
"Yes."
"Where are your bags?"
"I checked them in earlier."
"So you're all set, then?"
"Yes, mum."
Her mother had tears in her eyes as she embraced her in a bone-crushing hug, and Ginny was soon passed around to her father and brothers. The last brother in the hugging-line was Ron.
"You take care? You are my only Gin-Bug, you know."
"I know, Ronniekins." She said with a light laugh, "I'll be good, and you can come visit, you know."
He kissed her on the cheek before giving her a light shove in direction of her gate.
"Go on then, don't want to miss your 'what's-it-called'."
She smiled and gave a last wave before walking into the departure zone. There was no need for drama or heartache this time around. After all, Ginny Weasley had left home a long time ago.
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New Orleans, 4th of July
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It was hot.
New Orleans was always hot in the summer, but sometimes the heat would be extra uncomfortable - like today.
Like a sultry fog, the heat would cover the streets, making its inhabitants lethargic and irritable. Every chore was a bother, every disruption a cause of anger.
Of course, Gina Weston didn't really pay much attention to the weather. She had bigger worries. Her roommate, on the other hand, was letting the heat get to him.
"Damn it, Gina, will you stop moping!" Jack said with a huff.
"What?"
Ginny looked up from the notes of her newest creation.
"Oh, come on! Ever since you came back from England you have been depressed and annoying."
Ginny stood up from her chair and walked over to the window overlooking the garden.
"I just have some stuff on my mind, I'll work trough it."
Even if she wasn't looking at Jack he could see the tears she tried to blink away.
"Ah shit, Gina, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit edgy today. But I kind of get tired of watching you 'suffer in silence'. "
Ginny gave him a weak smile.
"It's okay."
"Now, come on, tell Uncle Jack what's bothering my favourite girl."
"Would you believe me if I said PMS?" She looked at him hopefully.
"Gina I have shared a bath with you for years - I think I know your cycle by now. Now tell me, who is he?"
"What makes you think it's a man?"
He arched an eyebrow at her,
"Isn't it always?"
She gave a faint laugh.
"I hate him."
"Yeah, sure you do."
"His father tried to kill me."
"Yeah, sure he did."
"It's true, and our families are sworn enemies."
Jack gave a short laugh, which in turn made Gina look in his direction.
"It's not funny."
"Sure it is, you are living in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet."
"Everybody dies in Romeo and Juliet, you idiot!"
Ginny threw a pillow on him.
"Ouch. Not in the Disney version, they don't. So what happened?"
"The usual. We meet, bantered, fought, he caught me breaking into his office, we had sex, then he called me a whore, I neutered him and left."
Jack sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Err Gina, not to rain on your parade or anything, but I thought cheating was the usual."
She walked over and bashed him over the pillow she had just thrown at him.
"You're not funny."
"Sure I am."
He gave her a charming grin that made Ginny almost forgive him.
"It's the 4th of July, Gina, let's go out, see fireworks, have fun, and I'll make you forget all about your bad seed."
"Faith." Ginny responded.
"What was that?"
"Malfoy, it means bad faith." she looked up at her friend's confused expression. "That wasn't what you meant, was it?"
Jack shook his head slowly before giving an evil grin.
"Malfoy, huh? What kind of name is that?"
"Shut up Jack."
"So what does he look like.?"
Jack slung one arm over her petite shoulders and led her out the door, his mission accomplished. Gina was laughing, and maybe he could even get her out of the house.
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It took him three weeks.
At first he figured he would forget her, but that didn't really work out.
Then he tried dating Raina Zabini, Blaise's little sister. That went down the drain after he called out Ginny's name at a very bad time.
After that he figured there was only one thing to do. Go see her, have one last shag, work her out of his system.
Well, that was what he tried to tell himself.
But then there was this annoying little voice that kept insisting that it wasn't about the sex, even if it had been great.
That maybe it was about more than that, maybe it was even love?
At that point Draco would crawl deep into a bottle of whatever hard liquor was available, trying to wash the memory of Virginia Weasley out with alcohol.
Trying to flush out those images that haunted him at night, the way her face had gone from bliss to despair from his accusations. The way tears had trickled down her cheek as she walked out the door. The way she had laughed, the way she smiled, the way..
He had slept in his office instead of the bed they had made love in.
He had driven Tabitha to the brink of insanity by his incessant rambling of Ginny's virtues.
So in the end he knew that he had to see her.
Just one more time.
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She was laughing with some big, hulking American that reminded him of Potter.
According to the report the investigator had left him with his name was Jack Harris. He ran a small landscaping business. They lived together; they had been living together for two years.
He couldn't help but wonder if he knew.
Did he know about Virginia Weasley?
Had she told him about being a witch?
Did he know how she had screamed Draco's name that one night they shared?
The photo had been mocking him for two days now. Before he had left England, he had almost managed to convince himself that she was different. Now it turned out she was exactly like every other woman he knew.
Scheming.
Conniving.
Deceitful.
And even more beautiful than he could remember.
He pushed his chair away from the desk; he was sick and tired of studying the 70 page file his investigators had compiled on one Gina Weston. The pictures were the worst. Ginny laughing and smiling, Ginny doing dishes, Ginny in the garden, Ginny at the market. He felt like a voyeur. But then he figured that Ginny had probably done the same to him.
So how come he still felt bad?
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TBC.
To Hurdelingbaybe06: Ginny was about 6 weeks pregnant when she was abducted, and didn't know at that time that she was pregnant. She probably realized it soon after her abduction, but we don't really know since she has no memory of that period. Some women can go to term without realizing that they are pregnant, and to discover it between the sixth and tenth week is fairly common.