Draco allowed Ginny to drag him into her room. He sat down on her bed and
watched her pace, back and forth. Back and forth. "I heard more than you
just say you love me Draco. I heard the one before that. Your biggest
fear?" He looked down.
"Potelé, please don't-" But Ginny was looking straight at him. "Is that why you agreed to come here Draco? Your father wants you to be a Death Eater?" He looked down, afraid to look her in the eye.
"Draco, tell me the truth." He nodded. "My father told me that once I came back, I had to enroll. If I didn't, because I had run out on it before, then he would kill me. So I knew I had to hide. Why would he think to look for me with the 'Weasel's'?" Ginny looked him up and down. "I was wondering why you did this for me, but I didn't think this was it."
Ginny sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You don't have to be scared here Draco. My brothers are here and my parents. I know I know, 'Weasel's against my father?' But we'll try our hardest to protect you, and if you die, we go with you." He pressed the palms of his hands against the small of her back.
He wasn't used to so much affection at once. Sure he'd had sex at school thousands of times, but that wasn't really affection. Those girls didn't love him. They loved his reputation. If someone was coming at them with a knife, they would probably shout, 'Don't kill me! Get him!' But this tiny girl... This little girl was willing to die for him. To be killed by his own father...
He wasn't going to let that happen. He would never ever let anyone hurt her. Maybe they weren't as far in love as they pretended in front of her parents. Well, maybe she wasn't as far in love, but he knew that if she was killed, that would be worse than his own death.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lucius was pacing back and forth. "Narcissa!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the table. The tall, pale woman walked into the parlor. "Yes Sir?" Her head was bowed politely. "Where is he? Where is Draco?" She shrugged, looking up into his eyes. "I don't know Sir-" But she received a rough slap across the face. "You never look me in the face. You hear me!?" He grabbed her and shook her hard. She tried so hard not to cry, but was unsuccessful.
"Yes Sir. Yes, yes, I'm sorry sir!" He gave her a rough push out of the room. "Get Crabbe."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny giggled and threw water at him. He looked at himself, and felt his jaw drop. "Why you little-!" He chased her around the fountain, always two paces behind. Suddenly, he got an idea!
He hopped onto the top of the fountain and grabbed her, pulling her into the water with him. She shrieked at the new wetness. He leaned her against the wall of the fountain they were in, and gave her lips a soft kiss. That was only for show, of course. Ginny's mother and Hermione were just giggly after this sight.
~*~
"Why aren't Harry and I that cute anymore?" Molly shook her head and continued to fan herself with a muggle fan. "Honey, I don't think Arthur and I were ever that cute." The two women giggled as Draco and Ginny continued kissing in the fountain.
Arthur, Harry, Fred and George, Charlie and Ron came back from practicing Quiddittch a few moments later to see Molly and Hermione very happy. "What's got you two so giddy?" Hermione pointed to the fountain. Ron's face turned red with anger, and he started toward the couple. Arthur grabbed him by the collar.
"Instead of killing the poor boy, I think you should take lessons!" Ron's jaw dropped. "Lessons? From Malfoy? I'm almost afraid to ask, but why?" "Look at them!" He nodded his head toward Draco and Ginny. They had pulled away from their soft kiss and Draco was now standing behind her, rubbing her pregnant belly. It wasn't clear from the distance, but they could vaguely hear him singing 'Little Jeanie' to her. (a/n sorry, I'm an Elton John fan!)
"I've never seen Ginny so happy before. She's never been this animated, and feminine. She grew up with you six, and when Harry came into the picture, it became seven. Every singly time the poor girl had someone fancy her, you attacked him! And look at him. It's as though he knows her better than we do!"
George shook his head roughly. "No way. There's no way he can know her better than we do!" Arthur crossed his arms. "What's her favorite color?" he asked. George lowered his eyebrows in thought. "Orange?" Arthur shook his head. "Look at her bathing suit George." He did. "Green. Yeah, so?" He sighed. "He bought her that. I mean, I didn't even know what size the girl wore! I mean, he knows her better than I know my own wife, which scares me."
Molly rolled her eyes. "You can't even remember my birthday and I've had enough of them!" He crossed his arms. "May third!" he shouted indignantly. "February tenth!" He didn't move from his pose, arms crossed and head tilted up. "Well, I was close!"
~*~
Ginny giggled as Draco blew a raspberry against her neck. Slowly, Ginny stopped fighting him and took a step forward, resting her forehead against his chest. He ran his fingers through her wet curls. "'We've got so much time, little Jeanie...'" She placed her hands palm up against his chest.
"I've never heard you sing before now," she said, dragging her fingers down his wet, bare chest. He smiled. "It's an embarrassing hobby of mine. Besides, I'm not even very good." She shook her head roughly. "That's not true Draco! You're really good!" He stroked her cheek. "Nah. I don't sing well. I just like to. It's soothing for me." Ginny giggled. "Yeah, but if you didn't sing well it'd be like listening to a fork dragging down a blackboard." Draco sucked his teeth. "I don't know if I'm very happy with you right now..." She smiled. "Why not?" He pulled away and sat at the edge of the fountain.
~*~
"I think they just had a fight!" George said, watching Draco move to the side of the fountain. Molly and Hermione shook their heads. "It's a couple thing. You say you're mad to tease the person and the only thing that'll make them happy again is-" Hermione stopped talking and her cheeks turned bright red. "They wouldn't, would they?" she asked, looking at Molly. She swallowed. "I hope to god not! I'm just starting to get a tan! I don't want to have to go inside now!"
~*~
Ginny sat next to him. "Please don't be mad at me Draco, I was only joking!" He tilted his head up, refusing to look at her. She sniffled. "I was only kidding Draco, you know that. Please don't be mad at me!" He still wouldn't look. She leaned in and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Please look at me!" He smiled, but wouldn't look. She slid her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. "Please!"
He turned around, smiling, and pinned her to the bottom of the fountain. She giggled and reached up, pulling off his very wet glasses. (A/N yes! My hott Draco has glasses!) She tossed them to the side and slid her fingers into his thick, blonde locks. Draco leaned in, barely able to see her, and instead of giving her the kiss she was expecting, he blew another raspberry against her neck.
~*~
Hermione and Molly giggled, as though Draco had blown into their own necks. The boys just rolled their eyes. "They're just so cute together Harry! I don't know why they never got together in Hogwarts." Ron was boiling. He couldn't stand the sight of his baby sister with his archenemy. How could Harry have gotten over it that quickly? 'It was Hermione I bet...' Molly and Hermione stared at the couple, giggly and childlike. "Mum, it's not that interesting! That's your daughter and Malfoy!" Molly whacked his leg.
"Shh! I'm watching them. They're adorable."
~*~
"Draco, I think we should go in and dry off now." He gave her neck a soft kiss before standing up. "I agree." He held a hand out to help her up. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear. He smiled.
"It's nothing my Potelé."
"Potelé, please don't-" But Ginny was looking straight at him. "Is that why you agreed to come here Draco? Your father wants you to be a Death Eater?" He looked down, afraid to look her in the eye.
"Draco, tell me the truth." He nodded. "My father told me that once I came back, I had to enroll. If I didn't, because I had run out on it before, then he would kill me. So I knew I had to hide. Why would he think to look for me with the 'Weasel's'?" Ginny looked him up and down. "I was wondering why you did this for me, but I didn't think this was it."
Ginny sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You don't have to be scared here Draco. My brothers are here and my parents. I know I know, 'Weasel's against my father?' But we'll try our hardest to protect you, and if you die, we go with you." He pressed the palms of his hands against the small of her back.
He wasn't used to so much affection at once. Sure he'd had sex at school thousands of times, but that wasn't really affection. Those girls didn't love him. They loved his reputation. If someone was coming at them with a knife, they would probably shout, 'Don't kill me! Get him!' But this tiny girl... This little girl was willing to die for him. To be killed by his own father...
He wasn't going to let that happen. He would never ever let anyone hurt her. Maybe they weren't as far in love as they pretended in front of her parents. Well, maybe she wasn't as far in love, but he knew that if she was killed, that would be worse than his own death.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lucius was pacing back and forth. "Narcissa!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the table. The tall, pale woman walked into the parlor. "Yes Sir?" Her head was bowed politely. "Where is he? Where is Draco?" She shrugged, looking up into his eyes. "I don't know Sir-" But she received a rough slap across the face. "You never look me in the face. You hear me!?" He grabbed her and shook her hard. She tried so hard not to cry, but was unsuccessful.
"Yes Sir. Yes, yes, I'm sorry sir!" He gave her a rough push out of the room. "Get Crabbe."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny giggled and threw water at him. He looked at himself, and felt his jaw drop. "Why you little-!" He chased her around the fountain, always two paces behind. Suddenly, he got an idea!
He hopped onto the top of the fountain and grabbed her, pulling her into the water with him. She shrieked at the new wetness. He leaned her against the wall of the fountain they were in, and gave her lips a soft kiss. That was only for show, of course. Ginny's mother and Hermione were just giggly after this sight.
~*~
"Why aren't Harry and I that cute anymore?" Molly shook her head and continued to fan herself with a muggle fan. "Honey, I don't think Arthur and I were ever that cute." The two women giggled as Draco and Ginny continued kissing in the fountain.
Arthur, Harry, Fred and George, Charlie and Ron came back from practicing Quiddittch a few moments later to see Molly and Hermione very happy. "What's got you two so giddy?" Hermione pointed to the fountain. Ron's face turned red with anger, and he started toward the couple. Arthur grabbed him by the collar.
"Instead of killing the poor boy, I think you should take lessons!" Ron's jaw dropped. "Lessons? From Malfoy? I'm almost afraid to ask, but why?" "Look at them!" He nodded his head toward Draco and Ginny. They had pulled away from their soft kiss and Draco was now standing behind her, rubbing her pregnant belly. It wasn't clear from the distance, but they could vaguely hear him singing 'Little Jeanie' to her. (a/n sorry, I'm an Elton John fan!)
"I've never seen Ginny so happy before. She's never been this animated, and feminine. She grew up with you six, and when Harry came into the picture, it became seven. Every singly time the poor girl had someone fancy her, you attacked him! And look at him. It's as though he knows her better than we do!"
George shook his head roughly. "No way. There's no way he can know her better than we do!" Arthur crossed his arms. "What's her favorite color?" he asked. George lowered his eyebrows in thought. "Orange?" Arthur shook his head. "Look at her bathing suit George." He did. "Green. Yeah, so?" He sighed. "He bought her that. I mean, I didn't even know what size the girl wore! I mean, he knows her better than I know my own wife, which scares me."
Molly rolled her eyes. "You can't even remember my birthday and I've had enough of them!" He crossed his arms. "May third!" he shouted indignantly. "February tenth!" He didn't move from his pose, arms crossed and head tilted up. "Well, I was close!"
~*~
Ginny giggled as Draco blew a raspberry against her neck. Slowly, Ginny stopped fighting him and took a step forward, resting her forehead against his chest. He ran his fingers through her wet curls. "'We've got so much time, little Jeanie...'" She placed her hands palm up against his chest.
"I've never heard you sing before now," she said, dragging her fingers down his wet, bare chest. He smiled. "It's an embarrassing hobby of mine. Besides, I'm not even very good." She shook her head roughly. "That's not true Draco! You're really good!" He stroked her cheek. "Nah. I don't sing well. I just like to. It's soothing for me." Ginny giggled. "Yeah, but if you didn't sing well it'd be like listening to a fork dragging down a blackboard." Draco sucked his teeth. "I don't know if I'm very happy with you right now..." She smiled. "Why not?" He pulled away and sat at the edge of the fountain.
~*~
"I think they just had a fight!" George said, watching Draco move to the side of the fountain. Molly and Hermione shook their heads. "It's a couple thing. You say you're mad to tease the person and the only thing that'll make them happy again is-" Hermione stopped talking and her cheeks turned bright red. "They wouldn't, would they?" she asked, looking at Molly. She swallowed. "I hope to god not! I'm just starting to get a tan! I don't want to have to go inside now!"
~*~
Ginny sat next to him. "Please don't be mad at me Draco, I was only joking!" He tilted his head up, refusing to look at her. She sniffled. "I was only kidding Draco, you know that. Please don't be mad at me!" He still wouldn't look. She leaned in and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Please look at me!" He smiled, but wouldn't look. She slid her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. "Please!"
He turned around, smiling, and pinned her to the bottom of the fountain. She giggled and reached up, pulling off his very wet glasses. (A/N yes! My hott Draco has glasses!) She tossed them to the side and slid her fingers into his thick, blonde locks. Draco leaned in, barely able to see her, and instead of giving her the kiss she was expecting, he blew another raspberry against her neck.
~*~
Hermione and Molly giggled, as though Draco had blown into their own necks. The boys just rolled their eyes. "They're just so cute together Harry! I don't know why they never got together in Hogwarts." Ron was boiling. He couldn't stand the sight of his baby sister with his archenemy. How could Harry have gotten over it that quickly? 'It was Hermione I bet...' Molly and Hermione stared at the couple, giggly and childlike. "Mum, it's not that interesting! That's your daughter and Malfoy!" Molly whacked his leg.
"Shh! I'm watching them. They're adorable."
~*~
"Draco, I think we should go in and dry off now." He gave her neck a soft kiss before standing up. "I agree." He held a hand out to help her up. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear. He smiled.
"It's nothing my Potelé."