Disclaimer: Lalala, if you think Draco and Ginny are mine... you're wrong. *nods* They belong to JK and WB.
A/N: Coddles to Madi darling for helping me out with the soap opera part of this... I don't really watch them but luckily SHE DOES!
Dedication: To Snazz, because she patiently helped me through my Everwood withdraw. Merci Beaucoup!
Ron blinked. Draco blinked.
"Weasley," Draco said through gritted teeth.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Daughter." With that, he yanked Serena from Draco's clutches.
Serena's cries rang through the entire apartment. Apparently, the infant didn't appreciate being jerked around.
It was because of Serena that Ginny came in. A towel was slung over her shoulder and you could just barely smell the faint scent of dishwasher soap on her, most likely from cleaning up Draco's breakfast failure.
"Draco," Ginny said, apparently not noticing her scarlet-faced brother. "Honestly, if you can't get three kids to shut up after all those girls you've made eat their words..." Looking up, she dropped her coffee. It spilled onto the floor and organized into a shape that looked oddly like a cat. "Hello Ron." She said sweetly. "What brings you here?"
Ron shifted his glance back and forth from Ginny to Draco. "What is he doing here?" Ron's ears were blood red he was so angry. Then, noticing Ginny's robe- "Did he sleep here?" Ginny and Draco exchanged nervous looks and Ron gasped. "He did? He slept in this house, under the same roof as you?"
"Well it's not like we haven't done it before! Hogwarts only had one roof!" Draco couldn't see the problem. So what if he was a Malfoy and Ginny a Weasley. They didn't make that bad a couple, what was that line... opposites attract? "Honestly Weasel, you should be happy you baby sister finally slept with someone besides Potter." He couldn't help it OK? Ron just seemed like he needed to be insulted.
"Oh for the love of God..." Ginny groaned and braced herself for Ron's reaction.
"She what?" He managed to stutter out a clear sentence. "You slept with Harry? When was I going to be informed of this?" Ron's eyes were glistening and round. It was quite a sickening sight.
"She slept with me too you know." Draco spoke up.
Ron shook his head to clear the happy thoughts from his brain and then got back to business. He wasn't angry at Ginny as Draco thought he should be. After all, she was the one that lured him so seductively into her arms. He didn't force her lush lips onto his biceps did he?
"How could you violate such an angel like my sister? You've got some nerve! You ruined her now! Look at her," Ron screamed. His ears were now turning purple. "Do you see how unhappy she looks?" Draco glanced at Ginny. In truth, she looked quite happy. She wasn't even happy, instead she was looking quite annoyed. "Those eyes will never shine again." Ron droned on. "She'll never smile or laugh or do anything again, all because you had sex with her!"
"Ron, we did nothing of the kind!" Ginny threw up her arms in an act of desperation. "Honestly, you have no faith in me. I slept with him, yes. I begged him to stay after I had a nightmare. He slept on the floor of my bedroom. You can go check if you'd like "
Ron shook his head. "What are we going to tell mom?" He asked her.
Ginny smiled. "We're going to have some coffee and you're never going to breathe a word." Ginny grabbed her brother's hand and steered him in the direction of the kitchen. "Draco?" She asked questioningly.
Draco shook his head. He didn't want to have coffee with Mr. Violet Ears. Instead, he opted to invade Ginny's room and watch TV.
He flopped onto the bed, hugging the stuffed dog that smelled like Ginny. He just wanted to be close to her right now. He found the remote in the depths of blankets and flicked on the television.
After many monotone clicks, he found a cooking show ("Just what I need.") and settled on it.
"We're making almond covered coffee ice cream cake today. This recipe is simple. Our first step is to..." Draco scrambled to get a piece of paper and a pen. After all, what would surprise Ginny more then an almond covered coffee ice cream cake? He successfully found a pen next to the contract on her nightstand and after opening three drawers, he found a little black book that certainly had paper in it. Flipping it open, he saw bunches of numbers. One caught his eye and kept it there. It was Harry Potter's telephone number, drawn with little hearts surrounding his name.
Draco grinned. Prank calling The-Boy-Who-Lived would be fun wouldn't it...? Of course it would be more entertaining if he actually knew how to use the phone. He sighed- obviously the forces of the Earth always protected him from Potter. Cursed those evil muggle workings!
Now that the blonde lady had finished her almond-covered coffee flavored ice cream cake; Draco was once again searching for something to watch on TV.
Draco pressed a few buttons experimentally on the remote. The first one made the TV get the snowy screen and that god-awful noise, the second press brought it back to the cake lady. The next button- cleverly labeled 'vol.'- made the TV alternately louder or quieter. The button just to the right of it said 'chan.' on it- and Draco had a hunch that this button might change the channel.
The next channel up Oxygen, which was definitely a woman's channel. The first thing he saw was an ad for Xena: Warrior Princess. While Xena was very hot- for an ancient muggle- it was most definately a chick show. It had to be. Why else give a strong female her own TV show? The next ad was for Oprah: After the Show. It was, thankfully, very brief, and it faded onto the Montel show.
On the TV, an attractive older woman was on the screen in a hospital bed. A man was lying behind her on the bed.
"David," she sniffled through her British accent. "David, I want you to do whatever you can to save our baby."
"Anna," David replied in his manly American accent. "I promise you, nothing will happen to our daughter."
A tear slipped down Anna's cheek as she attempted to smile at her husband. She failed miserably, breaking down into sobs.
Draco felt tears welling up in his eyes. That poor woman!
David swept the tears away from Anna's smooth cheeks with the flick of a suave finger, drawing Anna's chin up and making her look him in the eye. "You have my word, Anna," he vowed passionately. "I will do everything in my power to ensure that we have a healthy baby."
Anna smiled again, tears still streaming down her face. "I believe you, David."
Draco brushed away his own tears as David kissed Anna deeply.
"Stop crying, Anna. It'll be all right." David soothed.
"Will it, David? Will it? David, you have to save the baby!"
Draco was startled at his own outburst.
Anna nodded, and finally the seemingly endless reserve of tears dried up. "It has to be. You promised me."
David cradled Anna to him as the viewers switched away to a nice, well-furnished penthouse. In it, a really pretty executive struggled with a huge bulk of papers. She finally let the drop to the marble countertop of her kitchen. She went to her desk and began shifting through her papers when a little note fell out.
Draco's eyes were still too teary to be able to read what the note said, but it obviously effected the woman greatly, because she stopped and sat down. A single tear ran down her face, yet her make-up remained perfect.
There was a knock on the door, and a semi-sleazy-yet-handsome guy waltzed in. "Heyya, Greenlee. What's goin' on?"
"You insensitive bastard." Draco growled.
Greenlee sniffled and wiped away her tears. "Oh, nothing, Trey," she said glibly, attempting smile.
Draco thought back to the 'previously on all my children' bit. Wait a minute. Greenlee was Leo's widow, and Trey was his half-brother! (David was also Leo's half-brother. They all had the same lunatic mother. That also made David Greenlee's brother-in-law, and Anna her sister-in-law. Family trees were complex on soaps).
Draco snarled at the jerk in front of him. "He'd better notice something's wrong."
"What's wrong, Greens?" Trey asked, trying to sound sincere.
Greenlee winced at the nickname- Draco correctly assumed it must have been one of Leo's pet names for it, not to mention a wretched moniker- and held up the note. She smiled again brightly. Draco noted that the smile failed to reach her eyes.
"Oh, I just found this note from Leo."
"Ohhhhh." Draco moaned.
She laughed a high, hollow sound with no real mirth. "He used to leave these all over the house. I'd find them in the freezer, in drawers- and in my paper piles." Greenlee looked around the house, as if she expected Leo to be hiding somewhere. "And I keep finding them." Her breath hitched in her throat and she held back a sob, settling with a short gasp. "His notes are still around- but Leo isn't!" Greenlee let a few more tears trickle out.
Draco had already decided that understated grief showed the true depth of Greenlee's feelings for her beloved husband. His tears more than made up for Greenlee's lack.
"You poor thing!" he cried to the TV. "Who's going to take care of you now?"
Trey moved in to console his sister-in-law, taking her into his arms. The petite woman laid her head on his chest, looking infinitely fragile.
Draco sobbed. "You rat! You're trying to seduce your brother's wife! Have you no shame?"
"It's so hard, Trey," Greenlee murmured, looking up at Trey with dewy hazel eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered helplessly, and more tears streamed out silently.
"I know it is, Greens." he whispered.
But, to Draco's relief, Greenlee shuddered before stiffening and removing herself from his embrace.
"I need to be alone right now, Trey."
On the couch, Draco pounded the couch in jubilation. "HA! She saw right through you, muggle scum! She's a good wife! She LOVES her husband!"
He broke down in tears again. "Oh, Vanessa, why did you have to take Greenlee captive? Why did Leo have to risk his life to save her? He loved her so much! He died for her! Poor Greenlee! Poor Leo! Damn you, Vanessa! DAMN YOU!"
Sobbing with renewed fervor; he didn't notice that Ron and Ginny were standing in the doorway gaping at him.