Author's Note: Sorry I've been gone for a bit, I've just had so much work,
and there was a bit of a family emergency, but everything's all right now.
So it's back to work! Now, as far as this chapter goes, I would like to
credit the lovely author and a very good reviewer for reminding me to put
this in. Thanks, Angelisa Snape! It was so nice of you to review, and I
appreciate all the help you gave me. Thank you to all the readers for
reviewing (you're great!). But, without further ado, Chapter Five!
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Kei playing with J.K.'s characters...
And life moved on.
Of course, it occurred to Ron and Hermione that they very well could not keep on with living in the tiny flat that they did now. House browsing became quite a regular thing for them over the course of the next month, and, even though they were mostly at the Burrow than at their home, the couple still found plenty of time to fight over what type of house they were buying.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, frustrated.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled back.
"What?"
"What?"
They were both standing face to face in their crummy kitchen, glaring at one another.
"Ronald Weasley, if you don't stop saying that right now, I will no doubt hex you!"
Ron threw his head back and laughed. He simply started laughing, like Hermione angry was funny. He had no doubts that she actually would hex him, though, she was quite smart enough to do it.
"Hermione," he said. "You're being ridiculous."
"What do you mean I'm being ridiculous?" she shrieked, cheeks flushed. "You're the one that said we should move to Sudan!"
"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you're angry?" he asked her, still laughing.
She groaned, but he could tell she was starting to back down.
"RONALD WEASLEY DON'T YOU DARE COMPLIMENT ME!"
Maybe not.
"There is NO WAY I am taking my baby and moving to SUDAN!" she yelled.
"Hey!" Ron replied defensively. "The baby's mine, too!"
The way her eyes widened showed him that was definitely not what he should have said.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I thought you'd like the idea. You know, maybe get away from all the hustle of England for a bit." He paused. "And I know how much you've always been interested in Egyptian magic. That's in Sudan, isn't it?"
"Ron, Egypt and Sudan are two completely different countries!" she said. "Besides, where would you get the idea I'd want to haul my pregnant.... bottom out to the middle of the desert!
Ron laughed. She wouldn't even say the word "arse". "Fine. No Sudan. It's done."
"Good," she said, giving him the triumphant look Hermione had carried since she was eleven.
"Then what did you have in mind, dear?" he asked, sugar coated.
"Well, since you asked," she said, seemingly immune to his sarcasm, "I was looking at some lovely houses in St. Catchpole, and I was thinking that..."
"NO WAY!" Ron exclaimed. "There is NO WAY we're living anywhere NEAR my parents!"
"Ron." It was a statement. "Is that the only reason you don't want to move there?"
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "I mean, no! No! Of course not! Do you know what it means if we lived out there?"
"Of course I do, Ron," Hermione said. "It means a nice yard for the baby, plenty of room for us, and a simple way to live."
"Simple?" Ron asked. "Simple? Hermione, if you thought Sudan was bad, it's a five star hotel compared with St. Catchpole."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't see what the big deal is, Ron, but fine, have it your way. What about Oxshott?"
"Oxshott?" Ron wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kind of far off?"
"Far off, yes, but very quaint." Hermione made a mark on the check board she was holding.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Marking Oxshott as a possibility," she said.
"What other possibilities have we got?" he asked.
"Only one," she said.
"What's that?"
"Diagon Alley," she replied, taking her turn to wrinkle her nose. "But I really don't fancy my children having to live in a cooped up apartment in the city."
"Why not?" he asked. "What's wrong with an apartment?"
"Ron, you and I both grew up in places where there were areas to PLAY," she pointed out. "Besides, what about polluted air? Isn't that one of the major reasons we're moving out of London?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, dear," he replied.
"Yes, whatever I say is about correct. Now, even though I really don't like Diagon Alley, we're meeting with a real estate agent tomorrow down there to go and see a few places. Just supposing, and I still have to call an agent for Oxshott, but I'm sure everything will work out fine."
Ron snorted. "Like they have real estate agents in Oxshott."
Hermione met his eyes with a silencing look and Ron knew better than to argue.
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The next morning Ron and Hermione took the Floo over to Diagon Alley.
"Why can't we just do the bricks thing?" Ron asked stubbornly.
"Because," she insisted, "neither of us know the order, and Floo is much safer."
So when they landed right in front of Gringotts Wizard's Bank, they were met by Sally Hayfeld. She was a woman who looked rather like Lavender Brown, only with much larger teeth, and no talent in makeup application.
"Hellooooo," she said, stretching out the last syllable as well as her hand. "I'm Sally Hayfeld, and I'll be your real estate agent for Diagon Alley. And your names are?"
"Ron Weasley," Ron said.
"Hermione G. Weasley," Hermione said.
"The Weasleys, how delightful!" she cried, clapping her hands together. Hermione thought she seemed rather false. "Now, have you been here before?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, her already short temper losing control. "We've LIVED in England all our lives. We went to Hogwarts."
"Oh, how wonderful," Sally Hayfeld replied. "So you must have some idea of what Diagon Alley life is like. Very noisy, busy, bustling."
Ron nodded, but Hermione said, "Well, I'll be having a baby soon, so we really wanted something on the quieter side..."
"Oh, congratulations!" she said, smile fading slightly. "I know what to show you exactly. There is a building just for people like you, you family starters you!"
The way she said it, Ron got the idea that she had no family at all, and almost pitied the rather ugly Sally Hayfeld.
"Now," Sally said, leading them through the busy streets, "the apartment is located on a quieter side, but a great advantage to living in Diagon Alley is that it's where everything is located. We've got Gringotts, the Ministry is right here, you're only seconds away from London if you don't feel the need to Apparate. Most people find it useful that all your wizarding needs are right in one place, and conveniently, where you happen to live!" She laughed a high, false laugh, and Hermione tried to giggle along with her.
"As you can see," she continued. "I'm taking you to a quieter place, but far, far away from Knockturn Alley, just so those little ones don't get into mischief."
And they turned the corner, and there, Hermione saw, was the prettiest alleyway she had ever seen. There were vines growing round and about all the rather short buildings, with flowers on every corner. There was grass out in front, something like a small meadow, where she could see children playing. There were a few mothers sitting out, some appearing to be just as pregnant as she was.
"It's... it's...." Hermione had no idea what to say. She had always dreamed of raising her kids in the countryside, but then again, she had never seen this building before.
"What is this place?" Ron was apparently taken with it, too.
"It has a name," Sally Hayfeld said. "It's called Labyrinthia Divinia. It means divine labyrinth."
Hermione didn't quite understand the name, but she did think it to be quite nice.
"Shall we go inside, then?" Sally asked. "All right, let me show you the way."
They were led through a lobby, a nice lobby with a little fountain and pictures of famous Quidditch players waving at them. They were led up through an elevator, and onto the fifth floor.
"It's a lovely view, really," Sally Hayfeld said. "I rather enjoy it myself. It's the best in the building," she said as she turned the key.
And inside was a lovely apartment. There was a lovely separate kitchen, with plenty of the most modern wizarding kitchen equipment. There was a counter right in front of the table to hand out dishes, and the sitting room was a lovely shade of blue with blue carpeting. Royal blue, Hermione's favorite color.
"It's simply gorgeous," she whispered. She took a peak round the corner and saw there was only one bedroom. "But why is there-?"
Sally Hayfeld cut her off. "That's just what I was about to explain. You see, the reason so many young couples build their families here is because of the building's capabilities. Each apartment starts with one room, but we'll show you a personalized spell we created, only able to work inside this building, to add more rooms as you need them if more children are to come along."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "What Charms Master are you working with?"
"I believe a French woman. Delacour, I think her name was, worked on this particular spell." Sally Hayfeld cleared her throat. "Now, the kitchen over here is completely childproof, unless undone by a few spells that, once again, we will show you supposing you buy this apartment. All outlets are childproof, and you can make or undo any childproofing as necessary, Mrs. Weasley." She smiled.
Hermione bit down on her lip. This place was lovely... and ever so convenient. It was just that she thought the country was much safer, and, well...
"What about safety?" Hermione asked.
"Top of the line, I should say," Sally Hayfeld replied. "We had a set of Goblins from Gringotts do the work on the locks, so the lock can only identify your very own magic."
Hermione bit down her lip so hard she thought it might bleed. This really wasn't easy.
"So what do you say?" Sally Hayfeld asked.
"What about the price?" Ron asked.
Then Sally Hayfeld told them a mortgage payment so low they thought they had gone deaf.
"WHAT?" Ron asked. "You can't be serious. For a place this good? I think you're missing a few zeros on the end, Ms. Hayfeld."
"No," Ms. Hayfeld shook her head. "It's the price."
Hermione, having suspicions, suddenly asked, "Why are the prices so low?"
"Well," Ms. Hayfeld said, losing her cheerful tone, "ever since the fall of You-Know-Who, there's been a very, well, sort of... fear about living in the city. Everyone wants to raise their kids out in a place like Oxshott these days." She scoffed. "Oxshott. Like they even have real estate agents in Oxshott. Anyhow, that's why prices are going down here." She paused. "You know, you two look rather like those two who killed You-Know-Who with Harry Potter."
Ron looked murderously at the woman, seeing as he wasn't so good with publicity, but Hermione handled it, and they signed two autographs for her.
"So how about it?" she asked finally.
"Hermione," Ron whispered in her ear. "It's too good a deal. We can't pass this up."
Hermione was a nanosecond from slicing her lip when she gave the final word.
"Okay."
After the cheering, the happy giving of the keys, the not so happy giving of the down payment, and Ron and Hermione's departure, the couple found themselves in Diagon Alley.
"Ron," she asked him, "are you glad about this apartment?"
"Very," he replied. "It really didn't cost much. And what with the great Weasley fortune I inherited..." He winked.
"Ron," she scolded, elbowing him.
They walked on, stopping briefly in the Leaky Cauldron to see Neville, and meet the new wife they had no clue about.
"Ron," Hermione asked again as they exited. "Do you ever wonder what Knockturn Alley is like?"
They had both never been down there, and though Hermione never possessed any desire to do so, she still had some curiosity. Harry would never say a word about his visit there except what he told Arthur that day.
"No," Ron said squinting. "No. And I don't plan on it."
Ron stared down the path to Knockturn Alley with such a vengeance that he barely saw what was behind him.
"Oh, God," Hermione whispered. "This is not happening."
A man, much taller than she, but about two inches below Ron stood in front of them. His silvery blond hair looked almost white in the sunlight, and his gray eyes went cold at the sight of them.
"Well, look what we have here," he drawled.
Ron spun around. "Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy looked Ron right back in the eye and replied, "Weasel." He focused his attention on Hermione. "And the Mudblood. So where's big shot Potter? Gone off with some new friends now, has he?"
Hermione could feel Ron's hand beginning to clench underneath hers, but she held him back.
Then a look of realization dawned on Malfoy. "Oh, don't tell me. You're married?" He laughed. "Oh, this is just rich. You know, even a filthy Mudblood could do better than a Weasley," Draco spat at Hermione.
"And even a whore could do better than a Malfoy," Hermione replied, eyeing Pansy Parkinson on Draco's arm.
Draco eyed the wallet in Ron's hand. "Is that empty Weasley, or did you pocket it?"
Ron appeared to be counting down from ten.
"Are you going to stand here and insult us all day or actually do something valuable?" Hermione asked, exasperated.
He looked momentarily shocked, but quickly recovered. "Fine. I'll leave you alone today. But it's only because I've got better things to do."
And Draco Malfoy swaggered away.
"I'll get him," Ron said, proceeding a long string of swear words.
"He's just as immature as he was when he was a child," Hermione said. "But he backed down far too quickly. There must be something important he has to do... I hope it's not anything to do with-"
"Sh!" Ron silenced her. "Hermione. It's over. It's okay. He can't do anything now."
Hermione eyed Malfoy's strutting figure, and finally said, "I suppose you're right."
He quickly captured her lips in a kiss before saying, "I know I'm right. Now let's get home and call Harry. He'll be dying to know how it went."
If he's not shagging Ginny, Hermione thought, then gasped at her own ridiculous thoughts.
She ignored Ron's questioning look, but continued on with the Floo powder, pretending the thought had never occured.
But what Hermione didn't know is that for every thought we have, there was always something to arouse it.
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Okay, how was it? I know the Draco meeting was incredibly short (Sorry, Brittny!) but we'll obviously be seeing more of him. And FINALLY a little bit of Harry/Ginny-ness. I'm going to have some solo chapters with them (duh), and it'll be good, I promise. PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE! PLEASE!!! I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU REVIEW!!!!
shivvyshiv
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Kei playing with J.K.'s characters...
And life moved on.
Of course, it occurred to Ron and Hermione that they very well could not keep on with living in the tiny flat that they did now. House browsing became quite a regular thing for them over the course of the next month, and, even though they were mostly at the Burrow than at their home, the couple still found plenty of time to fight over what type of house they were buying.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, frustrated.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled back.
"What?"
"What?"
They were both standing face to face in their crummy kitchen, glaring at one another.
"Ronald Weasley, if you don't stop saying that right now, I will no doubt hex you!"
Ron threw his head back and laughed. He simply started laughing, like Hermione angry was funny. He had no doubts that she actually would hex him, though, she was quite smart enough to do it.
"Hermione," he said. "You're being ridiculous."
"What do you mean I'm being ridiculous?" she shrieked, cheeks flushed. "You're the one that said we should move to Sudan!"
"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you're angry?" he asked her, still laughing.
She groaned, but he could tell she was starting to back down.
"RONALD WEASLEY DON'T YOU DARE COMPLIMENT ME!"
Maybe not.
"There is NO WAY I am taking my baby and moving to SUDAN!" she yelled.
"Hey!" Ron replied defensively. "The baby's mine, too!"
The way her eyes widened showed him that was definitely not what he should have said.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I thought you'd like the idea. You know, maybe get away from all the hustle of England for a bit." He paused. "And I know how much you've always been interested in Egyptian magic. That's in Sudan, isn't it?"
"Ron, Egypt and Sudan are two completely different countries!" she said. "Besides, where would you get the idea I'd want to haul my pregnant.... bottom out to the middle of the desert!
Ron laughed. She wouldn't even say the word "arse". "Fine. No Sudan. It's done."
"Good," she said, giving him the triumphant look Hermione had carried since she was eleven.
"Then what did you have in mind, dear?" he asked, sugar coated.
"Well, since you asked," she said, seemingly immune to his sarcasm, "I was looking at some lovely houses in St. Catchpole, and I was thinking that..."
"NO WAY!" Ron exclaimed. "There is NO WAY we're living anywhere NEAR my parents!"
"Ron." It was a statement. "Is that the only reason you don't want to move there?"
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "I mean, no! No! Of course not! Do you know what it means if we lived out there?"
"Of course I do, Ron," Hermione said. "It means a nice yard for the baby, plenty of room for us, and a simple way to live."
"Simple?" Ron asked. "Simple? Hermione, if you thought Sudan was bad, it's a five star hotel compared with St. Catchpole."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't see what the big deal is, Ron, but fine, have it your way. What about Oxshott?"
"Oxshott?" Ron wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kind of far off?"
"Far off, yes, but very quaint." Hermione made a mark on the check board she was holding.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Marking Oxshott as a possibility," she said.
"What other possibilities have we got?" he asked.
"Only one," she said.
"What's that?"
"Diagon Alley," she replied, taking her turn to wrinkle her nose. "But I really don't fancy my children having to live in a cooped up apartment in the city."
"Why not?" he asked. "What's wrong with an apartment?"
"Ron, you and I both grew up in places where there were areas to PLAY," she pointed out. "Besides, what about polluted air? Isn't that one of the major reasons we're moving out of London?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, dear," he replied.
"Yes, whatever I say is about correct. Now, even though I really don't like Diagon Alley, we're meeting with a real estate agent tomorrow down there to go and see a few places. Just supposing, and I still have to call an agent for Oxshott, but I'm sure everything will work out fine."
Ron snorted. "Like they have real estate agents in Oxshott."
Hermione met his eyes with a silencing look and Ron knew better than to argue.
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The next morning Ron and Hermione took the Floo over to Diagon Alley.
"Why can't we just do the bricks thing?" Ron asked stubbornly.
"Because," she insisted, "neither of us know the order, and Floo is much safer."
So when they landed right in front of Gringotts Wizard's Bank, they were met by Sally Hayfeld. She was a woman who looked rather like Lavender Brown, only with much larger teeth, and no talent in makeup application.
"Hellooooo," she said, stretching out the last syllable as well as her hand. "I'm Sally Hayfeld, and I'll be your real estate agent for Diagon Alley. And your names are?"
"Ron Weasley," Ron said.
"Hermione G. Weasley," Hermione said.
"The Weasleys, how delightful!" she cried, clapping her hands together. Hermione thought she seemed rather false. "Now, have you been here before?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, her already short temper losing control. "We've LIVED in England all our lives. We went to Hogwarts."
"Oh, how wonderful," Sally Hayfeld replied. "So you must have some idea of what Diagon Alley life is like. Very noisy, busy, bustling."
Ron nodded, but Hermione said, "Well, I'll be having a baby soon, so we really wanted something on the quieter side..."
"Oh, congratulations!" she said, smile fading slightly. "I know what to show you exactly. There is a building just for people like you, you family starters you!"
The way she said it, Ron got the idea that she had no family at all, and almost pitied the rather ugly Sally Hayfeld.
"Now," Sally said, leading them through the busy streets, "the apartment is located on a quieter side, but a great advantage to living in Diagon Alley is that it's where everything is located. We've got Gringotts, the Ministry is right here, you're only seconds away from London if you don't feel the need to Apparate. Most people find it useful that all your wizarding needs are right in one place, and conveniently, where you happen to live!" She laughed a high, false laugh, and Hermione tried to giggle along with her.
"As you can see," she continued. "I'm taking you to a quieter place, but far, far away from Knockturn Alley, just so those little ones don't get into mischief."
And they turned the corner, and there, Hermione saw, was the prettiest alleyway she had ever seen. There were vines growing round and about all the rather short buildings, with flowers on every corner. There was grass out in front, something like a small meadow, where she could see children playing. There were a few mothers sitting out, some appearing to be just as pregnant as she was.
"It's... it's...." Hermione had no idea what to say. She had always dreamed of raising her kids in the countryside, but then again, she had never seen this building before.
"What is this place?" Ron was apparently taken with it, too.
"It has a name," Sally Hayfeld said. "It's called Labyrinthia Divinia. It means divine labyrinth."
Hermione didn't quite understand the name, but she did think it to be quite nice.
"Shall we go inside, then?" Sally asked. "All right, let me show you the way."
They were led through a lobby, a nice lobby with a little fountain and pictures of famous Quidditch players waving at them. They were led up through an elevator, and onto the fifth floor.
"It's a lovely view, really," Sally Hayfeld said. "I rather enjoy it myself. It's the best in the building," she said as she turned the key.
And inside was a lovely apartment. There was a lovely separate kitchen, with plenty of the most modern wizarding kitchen equipment. There was a counter right in front of the table to hand out dishes, and the sitting room was a lovely shade of blue with blue carpeting. Royal blue, Hermione's favorite color.
"It's simply gorgeous," she whispered. She took a peak round the corner and saw there was only one bedroom. "But why is there-?"
Sally Hayfeld cut her off. "That's just what I was about to explain. You see, the reason so many young couples build their families here is because of the building's capabilities. Each apartment starts with one room, but we'll show you a personalized spell we created, only able to work inside this building, to add more rooms as you need them if more children are to come along."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "What Charms Master are you working with?"
"I believe a French woman. Delacour, I think her name was, worked on this particular spell." Sally Hayfeld cleared her throat. "Now, the kitchen over here is completely childproof, unless undone by a few spells that, once again, we will show you supposing you buy this apartment. All outlets are childproof, and you can make or undo any childproofing as necessary, Mrs. Weasley." She smiled.
Hermione bit down on her lip. This place was lovely... and ever so convenient. It was just that she thought the country was much safer, and, well...
"What about safety?" Hermione asked.
"Top of the line, I should say," Sally Hayfeld replied. "We had a set of Goblins from Gringotts do the work on the locks, so the lock can only identify your very own magic."
Hermione bit down her lip so hard she thought it might bleed. This really wasn't easy.
"So what do you say?" Sally Hayfeld asked.
"What about the price?" Ron asked.
Then Sally Hayfeld told them a mortgage payment so low they thought they had gone deaf.
"WHAT?" Ron asked. "You can't be serious. For a place this good? I think you're missing a few zeros on the end, Ms. Hayfeld."
"No," Ms. Hayfeld shook her head. "It's the price."
Hermione, having suspicions, suddenly asked, "Why are the prices so low?"
"Well," Ms. Hayfeld said, losing her cheerful tone, "ever since the fall of You-Know-Who, there's been a very, well, sort of... fear about living in the city. Everyone wants to raise their kids out in a place like Oxshott these days." She scoffed. "Oxshott. Like they even have real estate agents in Oxshott. Anyhow, that's why prices are going down here." She paused. "You know, you two look rather like those two who killed You-Know-Who with Harry Potter."
Ron looked murderously at the woman, seeing as he wasn't so good with publicity, but Hermione handled it, and they signed two autographs for her.
"So how about it?" she asked finally.
"Hermione," Ron whispered in her ear. "It's too good a deal. We can't pass this up."
Hermione was a nanosecond from slicing her lip when she gave the final word.
"Okay."
After the cheering, the happy giving of the keys, the not so happy giving of the down payment, and Ron and Hermione's departure, the couple found themselves in Diagon Alley.
"Ron," she asked him, "are you glad about this apartment?"
"Very," he replied. "It really didn't cost much. And what with the great Weasley fortune I inherited..." He winked.
"Ron," she scolded, elbowing him.
They walked on, stopping briefly in the Leaky Cauldron to see Neville, and meet the new wife they had no clue about.
"Ron," Hermione asked again as they exited. "Do you ever wonder what Knockturn Alley is like?"
They had both never been down there, and though Hermione never possessed any desire to do so, she still had some curiosity. Harry would never say a word about his visit there except what he told Arthur that day.
"No," Ron said squinting. "No. And I don't plan on it."
Ron stared down the path to Knockturn Alley with such a vengeance that he barely saw what was behind him.
"Oh, God," Hermione whispered. "This is not happening."
A man, much taller than she, but about two inches below Ron stood in front of them. His silvery blond hair looked almost white in the sunlight, and his gray eyes went cold at the sight of them.
"Well, look what we have here," he drawled.
Ron spun around. "Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy looked Ron right back in the eye and replied, "Weasel." He focused his attention on Hermione. "And the Mudblood. So where's big shot Potter? Gone off with some new friends now, has he?"
Hermione could feel Ron's hand beginning to clench underneath hers, but she held him back.
Then a look of realization dawned on Malfoy. "Oh, don't tell me. You're married?" He laughed. "Oh, this is just rich. You know, even a filthy Mudblood could do better than a Weasley," Draco spat at Hermione.
"And even a whore could do better than a Malfoy," Hermione replied, eyeing Pansy Parkinson on Draco's arm.
Draco eyed the wallet in Ron's hand. "Is that empty Weasley, or did you pocket it?"
Ron appeared to be counting down from ten.
"Are you going to stand here and insult us all day or actually do something valuable?" Hermione asked, exasperated.
He looked momentarily shocked, but quickly recovered. "Fine. I'll leave you alone today. But it's only because I've got better things to do."
And Draco Malfoy swaggered away.
"I'll get him," Ron said, proceeding a long string of swear words.
"He's just as immature as he was when he was a child," Hermione said. "But he backed down far too quickly. There must be something important he has to do... I hope it's not anything to do with-"
"Sh!" Ron silenced her. "Hermione. It's over. It's okay. He can't do anything now."
Hermione eyed Malfoy's strutting figure, and finally said, "I suppose you're right."
He quickly captured her lips in a kiss before saying, "I know I'm right. Now let's get home and call Harry. He'll be dying to know how it went."
If he's not shagging Ginny, Hermione thought, then gasped at her own ridiculous thoughts.
She ignored Ron's questioning look, but continued on with the Floo powder, pretending the thought had never occured.
But what Hermione didn't know is that for every thought we have, there was always something to arouse it.
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Okay, how was it? I know the Draco meeting was incredibly short (Sorry, Brittny!) but we'll obviously be seeing more of him. And FINALLY a little bit of Harry/Ginny-ness. I'm going to have some solo chapters with them (duh), and it'll be good, I promise. PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE! PLEASE!!! I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU REVIEW!!!!
shivvyshiv