There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate
Five
Help me be brave for love
He cursed loudly. He hated mudbloods, and sure didn't like muggle technology. Telephones to a wizard were awful to use. However, he knew that Ginny had grown up in some rare muggle tendencies, and she was more likely to own a phone than be connected to the floo network. Desperate to reach and contact her quickly, he had convinced one of the house elves that had served for a muggle born family with two witches or so to help him call the operator. There was only one Ginny Weasley in the tri-state area, of course, since it was not a fairly common name.
Now he had a 7-digit number, and he had no freaking idea how to use it. Sighing, he pushed the numbers slowly, and pressed his ear against the 'reciever', as Dannie had called it.
There was a ringing sound, like a long drowning groan. After five rings, Draco gave up and hung up. Ginny was obviously not home yet.
--==-- Yesterday --==--
It was Jennasise Malfoy. Ginny didn't even gasp, she just stood dreadfully still, seeing Jenna covered in Ginny's sheets. A sudden, dirty feeling overcame her. Another woman in her bed made her feel oddly filthy.
"Well, well, Ginny. I guess your not getting the job after all," Jenna said, haughtily. She was so smooth, like anything never happend.
"It's not what you think, Ginny!" as the woman slyly passed by the arguing couple, gathering up her clothes and hurriedly running out the door.
"Oh of course not, Potbitch! I am sorry, how stupid of me! I should have known a woman should come here everyday and misplace her fucking clothes and just place herself on top of you, with no bad intentions from you, of course!" Ginny yelled, her eyes shining with tears. A weird kind of pain spread through her chest, thinking of how stupid she had been.
And then, Harry voiced the things that she had shamelessly not wanted to admit.
"Oh yeah, Ginny? It's not just me. She told me that you were in Malfoy's Manor today. How do you think that makes me feel, Ginny? I thought you were going for a job!" Harry replied harshly.
Ginny bit her lip. "Did that woman even tell you who she was, goodness! I had no fucking idea she was the fucking wife of the one and only Draco Malfoy."
"Well, who else would be rich enough to own that peice of shit?"
"I don't get this, Harry. What happened to us? Jenna didn't even know who you were yesterday! Who did you sleep with yesterday, then? And don't lie, Harry, that lipstick on your lips wasn't mine," Ginny stated firmly.
"I didn't sleep with anybody, okay? I met up with Hermione in Diagon Alley while she was buying something for her newborn, and we got caught up in the moment and she gave me a quick kiss. When I came home last night, I didn't want to mention it."
His voice was sincere, but Ginny lifted a hand and slapped him right across his cheek, and he looked back at her in shock.
"Well thanks a lot for sleeping with Draco's wife, my faithful husband," Ginny snapped.
"Ginny- I-"
"This is just too complicated to talk about, Draco. I need to take some time to myself. Owl Percy and tell him that I am sorry, but due to certain troubles at home, I am not going to be able to write that article for him this week," she said, and numbed in disbelief, she turned the knob.
"Where are you going, Ginny?"
"Somewhere to think," she vaguely remembered answering, before she closed the door behind her.
--==--
Tomorrow night, he had come home, his hands full of roses. Looking around, he saw that Ginny had not come home yet. Where could she be? Disgusted with himself, he slammed the roses on the drawer, and called her name, but no answer followed. Groaning, he heard a faint ring of the telephone. By the time he found it sprawled on a nearby couch in the living room, the ringing had stopped. Slapping himself on the head, he took his coat off and threw it over a futon placed near the fireplace. The room was the coziest part of the house, and he could never imagine leaving it. He and Ginny had earned money to buy this house just before they got married, at the young age, when he was nineteen and she was merely eighteen. Her family had been obviously furious with the arrangement, but they were in love, and Ginny, after the rough past love life she had gone through with a certain Slytherin, love was a rare event. They were, young and foolish. Sirius Black, whose name had been cleared when Harry was sixteen, had willingly shared most of his sickles, knuts, and galleons as an early wedding present.
The Weasleys of course, had done all they could to earn money and give it away to them, and when they had earned enough for the wedding ceremony and the house, they had got back to their feet and lived here for nearly a year. Harry was a sensible, caring, young guy. And now here he was, nearly screwing Malfoy's, his archnemises's wife, cheating on his one year wife! How could he have fucked up something so simple and good? He was jealous in angry rage, of course. How dare his wife think to visit Malfoy again? Sure, Ginny was often childish and naive, but surely she knew what kind of reputation he used to have, and how he had hurt her just years before! It just wasn't fair. Malfoy had had his chance! And he had given up the most precious thing in his life. Well too damn bad, Harry thought angrily. I am not losing my chance.
The phone, luckily, rang again. Harry quickly picked it up.
"Hello, Potter residence," he said lazily.
"Can I talk to Ginny, please, pothead?" a old familiar voice drawled in amusement.
"Ah, Malfoy! I can't believe I am saying this, but I am glad you called. I think we need to talk about something..."
--==--
Ginny walked up the stairs, sniffing. The muggle apartment sure was dusty, she noted with disgust. Taking a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
The door reluctantly opened just a bit.
"Who is it?" A gruff voice said cautiously.
"Gin."
The door paused, and soon slowly opened to its full extension.
His face was still the same as always, except his eyes were dotted with something unfamiliar, something unlikely like him after what he had gone through.
"Well, well, Ginny Weasley," he said, chuckling happily. He kissed her hand softly, and she smiled beamingly at him.
"Hello, Charles."
--==--
