There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate
Eight
Virginia Malfoy
Ginny woke up, covered in black sheets. Yawning tiredly, she stretched out her arms and smiled at the person next to her. She ruffled his light colored hair, and he groaned, yawning. He was so adorable, helpless when he was sleeping. It made him even more irresistible, especially since he was covered in satin.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked, annoyed. Ginny grinned.
"You're not a morning person, are you?" she teased, running a finger through the flesh of his cheek. He shook his head and proceeded to blink. She got up, not caring whether Draco would see her nude, after all, he had seen her in all her glory yesterday night, so it didn't matter.
"Must you be naked in front of me, woman?" he muttered, eyeing her up and down.
"Do I look bad?" she asked, blinking innocently.
"No! God, you are such a spoiled brat," he said, squinting. She fluttered her eyelashes and gave him a faint smile.
"Hey, you're the one that spoiled me last night," she whispered, leaning over and making sure her breasts brushed against the nape of his bare chest.
He groaned, and placed his hands acidly on her hips, pulling her closer.
"Hey, hey, hands off. You and I already did enough improper things last night to last a lifetime," she said, grinning, pushing off his wandering fingers. She pulled on the black, silk nightgown, fastening the belt to it.
His soft snores made notice that he had fallen asleep. Smiling sweetly, he turned to face him. His eyes were closed, making him look angelic. But anybody who had slept with him would know that he was certainly not angelic in bed. She frowned as she caught sight of two gold bands, shining on the dresser table.
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Harry James Potter stepped out onto the rain, which was pouring loudly into the muggle streets. Several yellow-coated people hurried past him, shivering in agony. Harry coughed random times, feeling a sudden lump in his throat rise. He was exhausted. It was now early morning, and he had spent merely three hours sleeping at a nearby hotel. His search and locator charm for Ginny had not helped at all, in fact, had made him almost lose his mind. Harry didn't keep count of how many times he had tried Ginny Weasley Potter.
Unfortunately, every locator charm, advanced, hyper accurate memory transfixes on locations, crystal balls, everything he tried on Ginny Weasley Potter or Ginny Potter or even just Ginny Weasley sent him nowhere, and sometimes in different muggle apartments where women or men with similar names were present. But no Ginny, no his Ginny, no Ginny Weasley no Virginia Weasley, Virginia Weasley Potter, or Virginia Potter. The small, slim red-haired girl with freckles and caring heart was missing.
Harry was now walking across streets, eager to get a portkey home. His wand was not working very well on apparation, and he didn't want to use a locator charm to his house, for all he knew, he could end up in a dumpster in Connecticut. No, a nice sweet portkey and a good nap would do. But how could he sleep more when Ginny was gone? What if she was kidnapped, or raped, or even possibly injured in some way? He cared too much for her just to leave the situation standing still.
He sighed, and looking around to see if anybody was looking, Harry conjured up a small weak fire with his feeble wand, on the ground. Luckily, he had some red powder left over from last night's expeditions. Pouring it in, he yelled out "Virginia Malfoy!".
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The door was open mildly, and he was able to stick his ear in for any sound of lovely Ginny's voice, anything. Harry was rather aware that this was Malfoy's Manor, but he was so excited to have any trace of Ginny's location that he didn't think more of it.
Two voices were muttering, but he managed to catch Ginny's soft, sleek voice through the conversation.
"...spoiled brat..."
"....spoiled me last night...."
"....Did improper things to last a lifetime..."
There was silence, a groan, a sigh, and a few soft snores. He peeked in through the small opening of the door and saw Ginny, leaning over, looking at a half-naked Draco Malfoy lying in bed, sleeping. His Ginny was wearing a familiar looking silk garment, and she turned away, looking at something on top of the dresser. His eyes caught on two gold bands.
Agonizing in fury, he pointed the wand to himself and prepared to apparate. He didn't care whether he ended up splinted, in a garbage can or somewhere else obscene. Anywhere was better than here.
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The rose's scent was a soft musky smell that she loved, and she smiled as she lifted it up to her nose.
"Do you like them?" a voice said expressionless from the doorway.
"Harry!" she said, dropping the rose, looking at the others that lay scattered on the floor.
"I didn't know you'd be home so late, in the morning," Ginny stuttered nervously.
"Oh, Ginny, but I was here yesterday. But you weren't there, so I assumed you needed more time to think," said Harry scathingly.
Ginny shot him a strange stare. "Harry, are you okay?"
"Of course, why shouldn't I be? You could have at least owled me to say that you're okay, you know," Harry said, his voice lowering.
"I am sorry, did I worry you?" she said, avoiding his eyes.
"Well not after I saw you leaning over Malfoy in bed," he drawled.
Ginny froze, staring at him.
"You - you were spying on me? On us?"
"Don't worry, I only saw what I needed to know."
"Harry - you don't understand," Ginny murmured.
"Don't understand, Ginny? You mean that you aren't really having an affair with Malfoy when you gave me a damn lousy excuse of thinking things over? You're screwed, Gin, you really are."
Ginny stood still for a moment before breaking down. "I know...I am screwed Harry, I am so screwed," she sobbed.
"Oh please Ginny, don't run your crying game on me. Little Princess Ginny gets all that she wants because she cries and she gets fucking spoiled. It's not going to work anymore!" he hollered, and stomped up the stairs, leaving Ginny looking back at him, the gold band on her finger gleaming.
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Draco Malfoy woke up and reached over to expect someone soft lying next to him. But there was no-one. He blinked his eyes open, examining his surroundings. Just hours ago, he had a beautiful redhead leaning over him, completely naked. And now here he was, lying here in bed naked, alone.
Wondering where Ginny could have possibly wandered, he put on a bathrobe and started to go downstairs when he heard the faint sound of the doorbell. Thinking it was Ginny, he hurried past the stairs, without bothering to order around the house elves.
Opening the door, he saw two men in dark blue uniforms. What the hell was this? he thought to himself, furrowing his eyebrows in puzzlement.
"Is Mr. Draco Malfoy present in this house?" one of the men asked.
"That's me," he said, lazily. "How can I help you er- officers?" he asked, recalling their uniforms from a muggle movie he had seen once.
The other officer hesitated, but opened his mouth to speak. "Is Jennasise Laurens Malfoy your wife?"
"Yes...what does this have to do with her? Oh no, she isn't in trouble is she?" Draco groaned.
"No, I am sorry sir...but your wife..." the first officer started, looking at the second one nervously. The second one continued reluctantly.
"She's in the emergency room."
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