A/N: I love this story! Lol
Disclaimer: That's right, give J.K. Rowling all the credit. Not like I deserve any * stalks off in a huff *
Chapter 3
Over those next few weeks, Ginny and Jedoan got to know each other better and Ginny found that she liked him a lot. He was charming, gentlemanly, funny and it was obvious that he cared about her welfare. The thing that topped it off was that he made her forget Draco Malfoy, and the familiar ache in her heart, ever existed.
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Draco looked at Hermione curiously. She was on the phone talking and laughing. He sighed, knowing Harry Potter was on the other end. He bounced the baby in his lap and smiled as her mouth opened wide to let out high- pitched squeals. Lily grabbed onto some of his hair that had fallen into his face and pulled with all her might.
"Ow! Let go of that! Hermione, help me!" Draco tried to pry his hair out of the baby's fist, but she had a death grip. I knew letting my hair grow past my shoulders was a bad idea! he thought angrily.
Hermione heard Draco call her name and turned to look at him. "Harry, I'll see you when you come home tonight. Draco's over here and Lily's tearing his hair out."
"So leave her to it." Came the serious reply.
"Harry!"
"And what is he doing over there anyway?" He demanded stiffly.
"Hermione!" Came Draco's cry again.
"He came to talk. Now get back to your work Harry. I love you. Bye."
"Love you too. Bye."
Hermione hung up the phone and rushed over and pulled Lily from his lap. "Oh sweetheart, are you alright?"
Draco looked incredulous. "She tried to scalp me!"
"You should have tickled her! She must be hungry." Hermione went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of milk which she handed to Lily. The baby wasted no time in shoving the bottle's nipple into her mouth and gulping down milk. Draco laughed.
"So. Draco, what brings you to the Potter residence?"
Draco shifted then sat up straight, pasting a nonchalant look on his face. "I was wondering if you could tell me how Ginny's doing. She's not at her place, I thought she must be staying somewhere else. She always tells you where she is..."
Hermione frowned and looked up from Lily. "No, she didn't tell me she was going anywhere. I don't know where or how she is."
Draco's aristocratic eyebrows drew together. "That's not right, she always tells either you or Lavender or her mother where she's going. I made her promise, once, never to leave without telling one of you."
"Well... Here, let me call Mrs. Weasley." Hermione went back to the kitchen and called the women. She returned a while later, her forehead creased with worry. "I called both of them. Neither know where she is. Lav didn't know about the break-up either. She assumed Ginny was with you."
Draco stood and went to the door. "Hermione, I'm going to go down to the Agency and check with them. Perhaps they know. Stay here and wait for me to call. In the meantime, you could call anyone else who might know." Without looking at her, he left the house, apparating once he was outside. Hermione frowned at the commanding tone he had used with her, but let it go. Now wasn't exactly the right time for such petty things.
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"Sorry. She just handed her cases over to me and went on leave. She's been gone for over a month. She didn't say where she was going, and I didn't ask. It isn't the habit of Agents such as Sergeant Weasley to tell her coworkers of her whereabouts." The short man shrugged and went back to his desk.
Draco let out a frustrated growl and disapparated. He reappeared in the Malfoy Mansion, in front of his father who was seated at his desk. "What have you done with her?" He ground out, his eyes flashing menacingly.
"Done with who?" he replied calmly.
"Don't play games with me Father!"
"I can assure you, I have no idea what you are talking about."
Draco leaned across the table, still standing. "What have you done with Virginia?" He asked, pronouncing each word slowly and clearly.
"Draco, let's not forget the warning you gave me a few months ago. I don't disregard threats. I haven't touched the girl and know nothing of her situation."
Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion and gritted his teeth. "You had better not be lying to me Father. You don't want to have me as your enemy. If there's one Malfoy trait I have, it's that I don't take kindly to damage done to me or my property. And Ginny is well in the range of 'my property'."
The two stared at each other for the longest while, Draco sending threats through his intent glare, Lucius a fairly innocent, curious look.
Disclaimer: That's right, give J.K. Rowling all the credit. Not like I deserve any * stalks off in a huff *
Chapter 3
Over those next few weeks, Ginny and Jedoan got to know each other better and Ginny found that she liked him a lot. He was charming, gentlemanly, funny and it was obvious that he cared about her welfare. The thing that topped it off was that he made her forget Draco Malfoy, and the familiar ache in her heart, ever existed.
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Draco looked at Hermione curiously. She was on the phone talking and laughing. He sighed, knowing Harry Potter was on the other end. He bounced the baby in his lap and smiled as her mouth opened wide to let out high- pitched squeals. Lily grabbed onto some of his hair that had fallen into his face and pulled with all her might.
"Ow! Let go of that! Hermione, help me!" Draco tried to pry his hair out of the baby's fist, but she had a death grip. I knew letting my hair grow past my shoulders was a bad idea! he thought angrily.
Hermione heard Draco call her name and turned to look at him. "Harry, I'll see you when you come home tonight. Draco's over here and Lily's tearing his hair out."
"So leave her to it." Came the serious reply.
"Harry!"
"And what is he doing over there anyway?" He demanded stiffly.
"Hermione!" Came Draco's cry again.
"He came to talk. Now get back to your work Harry. I love you. Bye."
"Love you too. Bye."
Hermione hung up the phone and rushed over and pulled Lily from his lap. "Oh sweetheart, are you alright?"
Draco looked incredulous. "She tried to scalp me!"
"You should have tickled her! She must be hungry." Hermione went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of milk which she handed to Lily. The baby wasted no time in shoving the bottle's nipple into her mouth and gulping down milk. Draco laughed.
"So. Draco, what brings you to the Potter residence?"
Draco shifted then sat up straight, pasting a nonchalant look on his face. "I was wondering if you could tell me how Ginny's doing. She's not at her place, I thought she must be staying somewhere else. She always tells you where she is..."
Hermione frowned and looked up from Lily. "No, she didn't tell me she was going anywhere. I don't know where or how she is."
Draco's aristocratic eyebrows drew together. "That's not right, she always tells either you or Lavender or her mother where she's going. I made her promise, once, never to leave without telling one of you."
"Well... Here, let me call Mrs. Weasley." Hermione went back to the kitchen and called the women. She returned a while later, her forehead creased with worry. "I called both of them. Neither know where she is. Lav didn't know about the break-up either. She assumed Ginny was with you."
Draco stood and went to the door. "Hermione, I'm going to go down to the Agency and check with them. Perhaps they know. Stay here and wait for me to call. In the meantime, you could call anyone else who might know." Without looking at her, he left the house, apparating once he was outside. Hermione frowned at the commanding tone he had used with her, but let it go. Now wasn't exactly the right time for such petty things.
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"Sorry. She just handed her cases over to me and went on leave. She's been gone for over a month. She didn't say where she was going, and I didn't ask. It isn't the habit of Agents such as Sergeant Weasley to tell her coworkers of her whereabouts." The short man shrugged and went back to his desk.
Draco let out a frustrated growl and disapparated. He reappeared in the Malfoy Mansion, in front of his father who was seated at his desk. "What have you done with her?" He ground out, his eyes flashing menacingly.
"Done with who?" he replied calmly.
"Don't play games with me Father!"
"I can assure you, I have no idea what you are talking about."
Draco leaned across the table, still standing. "What have you done with Virginia?" He asked, pronouncing each word slowly and clearly.
"Draco, let's not forget the warning you gave me a few months ago. I don't disregard threats. I haven't touched the girl and know nothing of her situation."
Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion and gritted his teeth. "You had better not be lying to me Father. You don't want to have me as your enemy. If there's one Malfoy trait I have, it's that I don't take kindly to damage done to me or my property. And Ginny is well in the range of 'my property'."
The two stared at each other for the longest while, Draco sending threats through his intent glare, Lucius a fairly innocent, curious look.