(A/N): Yes, torture /before/ the story!!!!!
I do appreciate you all sticking with my work even though it sucks (and I know it does) I'm actually just trying to get the hang of writing, I'm a better beta O.o hee hee hee. You must excuse my good mood, I haven't slept all night, I got allot of reviews /and/ I've had caffeine! It's a beautiful thing…
So please enjoy the chapter if it weren't for my reviewers (yes! All 2 of you! lol j/k) I wouldn't have gotten past the first bad chapter. Hopefully I will get better at this. In this chapter, the plot will thicken so will Ron's skull, and what's with Hermione…? In case you can't tell, she hasn't been on my good site lately. My last few pieces I hadn't even bothered, I just killed her…oh don't worry in this one she lives ^^
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"I don't see what the big deal is." He picked up a knick-knack and examined it, then put it back on the shelf with a sneer. They had arrived at the burrow about half an hour ago, upon arrival Molly had asked Virginia to change into scrubs and help out with the unprepared meal and some housework. She didn't mind though.
Ginny ignored what he was doing and continued to try and put an over shirt on James. "It is a big deal you know, it's my family and we hardly see each other, plus James will get to spend time with his father."
Draco muttered "oh goody" and continued to look around. "What is it with this place? Its probably being held together by paper clips, no style what so ever, dusty…and yet it kind of gives you this warm fuzzy feeling." Draco shivered theatrically, "I don't like it."
She laughed, "oh hush." Finally, after what seemed a good 10 minutes, James got tired of struggling and just let his mother put the shirt on him.
"Now go play with your cousins." James ran out of the room, but not before his mum yelled, "AND NO MORE OF THOSE JOKES! YOU HEAR ME? NOT A ONE!""
"Christ Gin, you're bloody loud."
Grinning she replied "I know, it's because I have to be to keep the boys in line."
"So you ready to go out there?" he questioned.
"Yeah almost, I just need to get read, everything's laid out in my room."
"I'll come with you, you're the only one who could…well, /would/ protect me if all your brothers showed up." He still couldn't believe every one had taken their friendship 'well'.
"Sure, sure. Come on, we have to hurry though." Giggling she grabbed his arm and pulled him up the creaking staircase.
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Harry watched the whole exchange and narrowed his eyes as Ginny giggled and pulled the yob up stairs. He couldn't quite hear them, but he did hear something about laying down in her room, and him wanting to come with her, then she said they needed to hurry…..he didn't want to know what they would be 'hurrying'.
In all honesty he knew she was a slut, hell she had a bastard child to show for it didn't she? But practically screwing another guy in her room while the family is in the yard…? He thought he was going to be sick. Malfoy shouldn't be able to touch her, he thought with anger. But what is he to do? Barge in and probably go blind by….well, lets just say, by what he might see.
Suddenly Harry had an idea, a grin spread across his face. He looked exactly like James in a creepy way, you know, when he's plotting something.
"Hey Ron, Gin's been in her room for ever, would you mind getting her?!"
Ron came into the kitchen, "Sure Harry, would you set the table for me while I go then?"
Harry turned his genuine smile to Ron and said, "No problem Ron, no problem at all."
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"What is it with you and picking up things?"
Draco and Ginny were in her room, she was looking through her closet, and he once again was picking up small things that were strewn about.
"I think it's because we never had anything like this back at the manor, no little things placed around in a room, no toys or baby things, no real pictures. We had portraits done once a year but," he picked up a picture of Hermione, Harry and the rest of the Weasely family, "But they were never as animated…or alive as these pictures are."
Ginny's head peeked out of her closet, looking confused, "You mean you had muggle portraits?"
"No…but they might as well have been, we were always so serious, never moved, not even a smile…" Draco kind of drifted off, as if he was reliving a memory. Ginny left him be to his own thoughts.
Grabbing three outfits she stripped down to her knickers and put on in front of her, "So what do you think?"
It was a sundress, a sunny yellow with a white belt.
"…Or…" dropping that one she placed another one in front of her self. Draco trying /very/ hard not to stare at her chest, and with no knowledge on women's clothing, was comparing the two out fits the best he could. This next one was just a top and vest, and she held a pair of shorts to her waist.
He walked up to her, "I like the other one."
Ginny wrinkled her brow, "um…which one?" She dropped her current coverings to pick up her dropped ones, but he held her up by her arm looking at her, "/This/ one."
Finally, she put two and two together. She scoffed and hit him in the arm, "You are such a prat! I'm not prancing around in my knickers!"
"I should bloody hell hope not!" Both turned to see a very red faced Ron.
Gin scrambled for some clothes, Draco trying to help her but soon he was being shoved away, "/You/. Get Out. /Now/." All in all, Ron was very calm…or so he seemed.
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Draco waited out side the door, but when he heard yelling, decided to just go out side with the rest of the Weasely's. Maybe Author would have mercy on him and not allow all her brothers to hurt him…too much. Although if Virginia couldn't explain what was really going on he wouldn't be surprised if Molly her self went after him.
He'd gone and sat with Hermione at one of the picnic tables while she held Bill's youngest daughter, Chelsea.
Lost in thought, he was only brought back to the present when he felt tugging on his shirt. Looking down he narrowed his eyes. The little red headed infant wanted to play with his shirt and was about to drool all over it. Not only was this one of the few muggle outfits he owned (a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt) but that was just disgusting!
"Ugh! Hermione can't you keep that thing under control?" She looked startled for a second then burst out laughing.
"Why Malfoy, are you afraid of babies or something?"
He scowled, "/No/. I'm just not fond of drool on my clothing. You must excuse us who have actual standards of hygiene." She laughed again, then held out the female child in front of him and said "Here, take her for a minute."
He looked horrified. "No!"
She looked utterly amused, "Take her, just for a moment, come on." She scooted closer and lifted his arms up, placing the small child in them. At first he just kind of held her at arms length, wondering when this cruel and unusual punishment would stop. Then to make things even 'better' the small thing started to bawl its head off, he was sure the neighbors (acres away) could hear this girl's squealing.
Draco turned to Hermione and glared. "Now look what you made me do! There's something wrong with it!" Draco cautiously turned the baby to the side, then the other side like he was looking for something. He turned back to Hermione "You don't think I broke it do you?"
He was about to give it a good shake, maybe that would shut it up. But Mione gently brought one arm up around the baby over his and the other arm behind Draco. Leaning Chelsea against his chest, and rubbing her back and singing a bit, she immediately quieted.
Draco raised his eyebrows, "Wow, it's quiet now."
Hermione, with the hand behind him, gently smacked the back of his head. "Will you stop calling /her/ 'It'?"
But he was to distracted and only registered pain in the back of his head. But, it obviously came from Granger, so he decided to ignore it.
With Hermione helping to hold and sooth the baby he was confident enough to take one of his hands away and hold one of the babies hands. Her little fingers were so tiny but had quite a 'death grip' for an infant. He put his hand back where it was, not really noticing that it was half on Hermione's.
In an almost awed voice, he whispered, "She's so…soft and warm and…tiny. So…fragile....I can't believe I was ever like this….."
Hermione looked at him for a moment, he was looked down at the baby on his arms, but she was starring at his eyes covered by dark lashes. He really was amazed a baby could be like this.
'God, he can be so weird some times, what the hell else would a baby be like?' She thought.
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Mean while back in Virginia's old bedroom, Ron was really being a bitch about things.
"What were you doing in here with him?"
"Nothing Ron! I was picking out clothes I wasn't sure what to wear!" Ginny, now wrapped in a bathrobe, was just as red in the face as her brother was.
"Oh sure, that was exactly what it looked like Gin, just picking out clothes in the /nude/!"
"I wasn't naked you dolt! And you know something else, even if I was up here fucking Draco until I didn't know which direction we were doing it in, what business is it of yours?"
"Oh, that's great Ginny. Wonderful! You planning on carrying Malfoy's child to? Hogwarts-whore still at work?! You should have been damn grateful Harry asked you to marry him, and what do you do? You throw it in his face! Every one knows you acted like a slut sleeping around with every one in the common room-!"
But Ron never got to finish that thought because his thought process was interrupted by a fist. Ginny's fist to be exact.
"I only slept with those creeps because your "Immaculate-Holy-All-Knowing-/Friend/" Harry Potter made me! All right! Why don't you ask him about why things turned out the way they did! Better yet, why don't you just ask /Hermione/?!"
Ron didn't really feel concerned about his forming black eye, he'd stop concentrating on him self soon as she mentioned what "Harry made her do". But when she mentioned Hermione's name, he turned white as a sheet.
How was Hermione involved? She never had anything to do with this 'situation'. And defiantly nothing to do with Harry in that way, her and Ron had been dating the whole time…….
He couldn't believe it! He just couldn't!
Ginny was lying to him.
Harry would never do anything like that. It was /Ginny/ who seduced /Him/.
Harry would never lie…..
(Another A/N): For a list of dates of when I'm going to be posting new chapters go to my homepage (can be found in my authors profile) and look around. It should be the first thing you see. thanx for reading. and remember...REVIEW!
I do appreciate you all sticking with my work even though it sucks (and I know it does) I'm actually just trying to get the hang of writing, I'm a better beta O.o hee hee hee. You must excuse my good mood, I haven't slept all night, I got allot of reviews /and/ I've had caffeine! It's a beautiful thing…
So please enjoy the chapter if it weren't for my reviewers (yes! All 2 of you! lol j/k) I wouldn't have gotten past the first bad chapter. Hopefully I will get better at this. In this chapter, the plot will thicken so will Ron's skull, and what's with Hermione…? In case you can't tell, she hasn't been on my good site lately. My last few pieces I hadn't even bothered, I just killed her…oh don't worry in this one she lives ^^
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"I don't see what the big deal is." He picked up a knick-knack and examined it, then put it back on the shelf with a sneer. They had arrived at the burrow about half an hour ago, upon arrival Molly had asked Virginia to change into scrubs and help out with the unprepared meal and some housework. She didn't mind though.
Ginny ignored what he was doing and continued to try and put an over shirt on James. "It is a big deal you know, it's my family and we hardly see each other, plus James will get to spend time with his father."
Draco muttered "oh goody" and continued to look around. "What is it with this place? Its probably being held together by paper clips, no style what so ever, dusty…and yet it kind of gives you this warm fuzzy feeling." Draco shivered theatrically, "I don't like it."
She laughed, "oh hush." Finally, after what seemed a good 10 minutes, James got tired of struggling and just let his mother put the shirt on him.
"Now go play with your cousins." James ran out of the room, but not before his mum yelled, "AND NO MORE OF THOSE JOKES! YOU HEAR ME? NOT A ONE!""
"Christ Gin, you're bloody loud."
Grinning she replied "I know, it's because I have to be to keep the boys in line."
"So you ready to go out there?" he questioned.
"Yeah almost, I just need to get read, everything's laid out in my room."
"I'll come with you, you're the only one who could…well, /would/ protect me if all your brothers showed up." He still couldn't believe every one had taken their friendship 'well'.
"Sure, sure. Come on, we have to hurry though." Giggling she grabbed his arm and pulled him up the creaking staircase.
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Harry watched the whole exchange and narrowed his eyes as Ginny giggled and pulled the yob up stairs. He couldn't quite hear them, but he did hear something about laying down in her room, and him wanting to come with her, then she said they needed to hurry…..he didn't want to know what they would be 'hurrying'.
In all honesty he knew she was a slut, hell she had a bastard child to show for it didn't she? But practically screwing another guy in her room while the family is in the yard…? He thought he was going to be sick. Malfoy shouldn't be able to touch her, he thought with anger. But what is he to do? Barge in and probably go blind by….well, lets just say, by what he might see.
Suddenly Harry had an idea, a grin spread across his face. He looked exactly like James in a creepy way, you know, when he's plotting something.
"Hey Ron, Gin's been in her room for ever, would you mind getting her?!"
Ron came into the kitchen, "Sure Harry, would you set the table for me while I go then?"
Harry turned his genuine smile to Ron and said, "No problem Ron, no problem at all."
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"What is it with you and picking up things?"
Draco and Ginny were in her room, she was looking through her closet, and he once again was picking up small things that were strewn about.
"I think it's because we never had anything like this back at the manor, no little things placed around in a room, no toys or baby things, no real pictures. We had portraits done once a year but," he picked up a picture of Hermione, Harry and the rest of the Weasely family, "But they were never as animated…or alive as these pictures are."
Ginny's head peeked out of her closet, looking confused, "You mean you had muggle portraits?"
"No…but they might as well have been, we were always so serious, never moved, not even a smile…" Draco kind of drifted off, as if he was reliving a memory. Ginny left him be to his own thoughts.
Grabbing three outfits she stripped down to her knickers and put on in front of her, "So what do you think?"
It was a sundress, a sunny yellow with a white belt.
"…Or…" dropping that one she placed another one in front of her self. Draco trying /very/ hard not to stare at her chest, and with no knowledge on women's clothing, was comparing the two out fits the best he could. This next one was just a top and vest, and she held a pair of shorts to her waist.
He walked up to her, "I like the other one."
Ginny wrinkled her brow, "um…which one?" She dropped her current coverings to pick up her dropped ones, but he held her up by her arm looking at her, "/This/ one."
Finally, she put two and two together. She scoffed and hit him in the arm, "You are such a prat! I'm not prancing around in my knickers!"
"I should bloody hell hope not!" Both turned to see a very red faced Ron.
Gin scrambled for some clothes, Draco trying to help her but soon he was being shoved away, "/You/. Get Out. /Now/." All in all, Ron was very calm…or so he seemed.
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Draco waited out side the door, but when he heard yelling, decided to just go out side with the rest of the Weasely's. Maybe Author would have mercy on him and not allow all her brothers to hurt him…too much. Although if Virginia couldn't explain what was really going on he wouldn't be surprised if Molly her self went after him.
He'd gone and sat with Hermione at one of the picnic tables while she held Bill's youngest daughter, Chelsea.
Lost in thought, he was only brought back to the present when he felt tugging on his shirt. Looking down he narrowed his eyes. The little red headed infant wanted to play with his shirt and was about to drool all over it. Not only was this one of the few muggle outfits he owned (a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt) but that was just disgusting!
"Ugh! Hermione can't you keep that thing under control?" She looked startled for a second then burst out laughing.
"Why Malfoy, are you afraid of babies or something?"
He scowled, "/No/. I'm just not fond of drool on my clothing. You must excuse us who have actual standards of hygiene." She laughed again, then held out the female child in front of him and said "Here, take her for a minute."
He looked horrified. "No!"
She looked utterly amused, "Take her, just for a moment, come on." She scooted closer and lifted his arms up, placing the small child in them. At first he just kind of held her at arms length, wondering when this cruel and unusual punishment would stop. Then to make things even 'better' the small thing started to bawl its head off, he was sure the neighbors (acres away) could hear this girl's squealing.
Draco turned to Hermione and glared. "Now look what you made me do! There's something wrong with it!" Draco cautiously turned the baby to the side, then the other side like he was looking for something. He turned back to Hermione "You don't think I broke it do you?"
He was about to give it a good shake, maybe that would shut it up. But Mione gently brought one arm up around the baby over his and the other arm behind Draco. Leaning Chelsea against his chest, and rubbing her back and singing a bit, she immediately quieted.
Draco raised his eyebrows, "Wow, it's quiet now."
Hermione, with the hand behind him, gently smacked the back of his head. "Will you stop calling /her/ 'It'?"
But he was to distracted and only registered pain in the back of his head. But, it obviously came from Granger, so he decided to ignore it.
With Hermione helping to hold and sooth the baby he was confident enough to take one of his hands away and hold one of the babies hands. Her little fingers were so tiny but had quite a 'death grip' for an infant. He put his hand back where it was, not really noticing that it was half on Hermione's.
In an almost awed voice, he whispered, "She's so…soft and warm and…tiny. So…fragile....I can't believe I was ever like this….."
Hermione looked at him for a moment, he was looked down at the baby on his arms, but she was starring at his eyes covered by dark lashes. He really was amazed a baby could be like this.
'God, he can be so weird some times, what the hell else would a baby be like?' She thought.
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Mean while back in Virginia's old bedroom, Ron was really being a bitch about things.
"What were you doing in here with him?"
"Nothing Ron! I was picking out clothes I wasn't sure what to wear!" Ginny, now wrapped in a bathrobe, was just as red in the face as her brother was.
"Oh sure, that was exactly what it looked like Gin, just picking out clothes in the /nude/!"
"I wasn't naked you dolt! And you know something else, even if I was up here fucking Draco until I didn't know which direction we were doing it in, what business is it of yours?"
"Oh, that's great Ginny. Wonderful! You planning on carrying Malfoy's child to? Hogwarts-whore still at work?! You should have been damn grateful Harry asked you to marry him, and what do you do? You throw it in his face! Every one knows you acted like a slut sleeping around with every one in the common room-!"
But Ron never got to finish that thought because his thought process was interrupted by a fist. Ginny's fist to be exact.
"I only slept with those creeps because your "Immaculate-Holy-All-Knowing-/Friend/" Harry Potter made me! All right! Why don't you ask him about why things turned out the way they did! Better yet, why don't you just ask /Hermione/?!"
Ron didn't really feel concerned about his forming black eye, he'd stop concentrating on him self soon as she mentioned what "Harry made her do". But when she mentioned Hermione's name, he turned white as a sheet.
How was Hermione involved? She never had anything to do with this 'situation'. And defiantly nothing to do with Harry in that way, her and Ron had been dating the whole time…….
He couldn't believe it! He just couldn't!
Ginny was lying to him.
Harry would never do anything like that. It was /Ginny/ who seduced /Him/.
Harry would never lie…..
(Another A/N): For a list of dates of when I'm going to be posting new chapters go to my homepage (can be found in my authors profile) and look around. It should be the first thing you see. thanx for reading. and remember...REVIEW!
