Ginny sat down and looked at her father. Her mother looked positively giddy, but her dad- Well, let's just say, if looks could kill... She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and looked at each of her parents. They had sent all her brothers away. They hardly ever did that!

The only time she could remember them being sent away was when Ginny had come home screaming and crying because she had found blood in her knickers. Fred and George started crying themselves. They thought it was their fault because everything else was...

Her parents were either very happy, which was highly unlikely for her dad, or they were going to kill her... She was voting on number two.

"Virginia, you say that you are going to...Be wed to this... Mr. Malfoy character, right?" She nodded slowly. "Yes father." She gulped. He stood up.

"I don't really approve of this Virginia Weasley. You told us nothing of him in your letters. You told us nothing of him when you went to school with him other than you hated him dearly and wanted him to rot in his own pride. Those are your own words! However... If you really love him... I can't say no."

Ginny jumped up and threw her arms around him. "Oh daddy I love you!" She gave her father a big kiss on the cheek.

"We have no room for him however." Molly hit his shoulder. "Nonsense. He can sleep in her room." He whipped his head around and looked at his wife. "Are you sloshed!?" She sighed. "She's already pregnant. What more can they do that they haven't done yet Arthur Weasley?"

Ginny blushed.

"I simply forbid it."

Molly grabbed him by the front of his shirt and glared evilly at him.

"If he doesn't stay, then you can forget about our nine o'clock ritual."

"Fine. Fine. He can stay. But no more funny business. Hear me?" She nodded.

"Dismissed."

She ran up the stairs and looked at Draco.

"Your house is even worse than I thought it was. How poor are you people anyway?"

Ginny took a step forward and slapped him across the face.

"How dare you! I just almost got killed by my father and you have the nerve!"

She raised her hand again, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Oh calm down. I'm doing you a favor, remember?" She groaned.

She had forgotten that.

But he really was the only one that could do it.

The man had looked just like him! He was an exact replica... So blonde. She just wanted to touch his hair before she remembered that she was supposed to be angry.

"And to think, I have to have slept with you! Like I ever would..."