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A/N:  In order to thank you all for being the greatest readers in the world, and being sooo patient while I got this out, and for accepting my previous update, which I apologise for, in it's crappiness, that I've decided to make this a lot longer than usual, since I've been bedridden.  The medicine helped for a while, but I'm getting headaches again, so I'm home.  And I've decided to write in between headache spells.  And more nonsensical stuff, my writing kitties, if anyone remembers them,  (^._.^) Aldous and (^-_-^) Holly.  Say Hi!  Kitties.  Now on to the story!

Chapter 23

Meeting the Parents and Worse, the Older Brothers

            The next morning came with birds chirping, and the sun shining on what looked to be a beautiful day outside.  This was not so for Hogwart's married couples.  They were dreading meals and classes, and certain friends and family members (cough Ron cough).  Overall, things were not as serene as they seemed at Hogwarts.

"Deimos?"

"Yes, Mrs. Guadalupe?" Deimos replied sleepily, having just woken up moments ago.  It was late in the morning, close to 11 o'clock. 

"Mmm, I love the sound of that, but what are we going to do?" she looked worried.

"What do you mean?  We're married, they can't change the fact that I love you, nothing will, and we are going to live happily ever after, and have little Slytherin children later on when we get older."

"Slytherin?  No my dear, you're mistaken; we're going to have Gryffindors too.  Almost everyone in my family has been a Gryffindor, with an occasional Ravenclaw, so don't bet on all Slytherins." She smirked.

"We'll worry about that later; it'll be years before we have children.  I want to live through meeting your parents, and even worse, your other brothers.  They're going to be arriving today, correct?" Now it was Deimos who was looking worried.

"After lunch, probably around two o'clock or so, and yes, all of them will be there to interrogate you." She laughed at the look of panic on his face.  "Don't worry.  They won't kill you, it's against the law, and second of all, I love you.  They will see that and not harm you, although you may be threatened that if you ever hurt me in any way, you won't live to have children, but they won't do a thing."

"If you say so, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to be worried.  Your brothers are protective of you.  It would be bad enough if we had gotten married as adults, but you and I are still students.  They are going to think I either pressured you into this, or cursed you."

"And they will be wrong.  Maybe the circumstances were not the best to be married under, but I believe in my heart that we would have married anyways, given time.  Voldemort just helped to speed up the process." She kissed him lightly, leaning into his comforting embrace. 

"I suppose ye are right, as usual.  However, Ginny, we have some things we need to talk about." He said turning serious.

"What is it?"

"Well, we need to awaken Draco and Hermione first, as this concerns you girls primarily."

"All right.  You go wake them up, while I wait in the common room." She stood up and walked to one of the couches in front of the common room fire as Deimos went to wake up the other two. 

"Hey Draco, Hermione," he said knocking on their room door. 

"Come in," someone replied, he couldn't be sure, but he thought it was Hermione.

"Sorry if I woke you up, but Draco, remember?  We need to talk to the girls." Deimos said to the two snuggling in bed.

"What?  Oh, yeah, that's right.  Come on Hermione.  Deimos and I need to talk to you and Ginny in the common room." Draco said pulling her out of bed and into the common room. 

"Okay, now that you are both awake, we have some things we need to talk to you about."  Draco started.

"Whatever it is, you can go ahead and tell us." Hermione spoke for both Ginny and herself.

"Even though none of us are really death eaters by choice, you may or may not be aware that every other weekend there are parties or dinners that we are expected to attend, and we also have to host at least one of them.  The reason we need to talk to you is because as the wife of a death eater, there are certain ways you need to act, and also certain things to talk about, and to not talk about.  You will have to behave perfectly, or you will be ridiculed by all the other wives.  You will be judged by your manners, how you act towards the other death eaters and their families, and how you act in general.  This is because everyone is rich, this is all part of rich culture.  We will also be judged more closely since we are the youngest, still students, and everyone knows that you were forced to join us.  You will have to act nice to everyone, even if you hate them.  Being a death eater is all about alliances and who can do what for you." Draco said.

"Wow.  That's a lot to take in.  What do we have to do?" Ginny asked.

"Draco and I will instruct you and Hermione in how to behave basically.  The first party, and it will be just a party, with dancing, no official dinner, is not this Saturday, but next Saturday.  We will just teach you how to behave around everyone.  We will teach you the table manners and everything else later on." Deimos also added.

"All right, that sounds hard, but we'll do it." Hermione had a determined look on her face as she said this. 

"I know it's a lot to ask, but we really have no way of getting out of it.  We are required to go, or else we risk the people we care about getting hurt or killed." Deimos continued.

"Deimos, it's okay.  Ginny loves you, and I love Draco, and we'll do anything for you guys.  Trust us, it could be worse, but we'll get through this."

            Their conversation was interrupted by a knocking on the portrait.  Draco got up and opened the portrait, only to see Harry Potter.

"I need to talk to Hermione, is she here?  None of you were at breakfast." He asked, looking a little angry at the sight of Draco.

"Yeah, come on in Potter." He moved aside to let Harry in.

"Hi Harry." Hermione's voice was quiet and she didn't look Harry in the eye.

"Hermione-I, uh, I.  Gosh this is hard.  Okay, I won't pretend that I understand why you did this.  And I'm not going to pretend I'm happy about it either." He noticed Hermione's head lower even more, and it looked like she was about to cry.  "But you are one of my best friends, and I love you like a sister, so I'm going to support you through this."

            She looked up at these words, tears falling down her cheeks, and she jumped up and ran into his open arms for a hug that she desperately needed. 

"Harry, I'm sorry, I know you don't understand, but I love him.  Can't you accept that?"

"Yeah.  Truce Malfoy?" he said holding out his hand to Draco.

"Truce Potter." He returned the handshake.

            Harry turned to leave, but he stopped at the door.

"Malfoy, one more thing." He started.

"Yeah?"

"You hurt her, and you'll have to deal with me and all the Weasley's.  So take care of her." He looked dead serious.  "And your families are here now Ginny, Hermione, so they'll probably be coming up soon with Dumbledore.  I just thought I'd let you know, in case you wanted to change."

            And with that he walked out the door and back to the Gryffindor common room to finish up some homework.  At Harry's last statement that Ginny's and Hermione's families had arrived, the four students started rushing about cleaning up, and changing their clothes.  Ginny and Hermione both put on dresses, Ginny's a green with white floral print, and Hermione's blue and black striped.  The boys donned khakis and dress shirts, with Deimos in tan khakis and a white shirt, while Draco was wearing black khakis and a blue dress shirt.  They were all trying to look nice, but the boys especially wanted to impress their new Mother and Father in law, and in Deimos' case, his six new brothers in law.  That's what he was worried about the most, but before he had anymore time to wonder about how they were going to kill him, Deimos heard the portrait open, and Dumbledore stepped in. 

"Ah, good.  I see you are all ready to see your families, or at least, the Weasley's and the Grangers.  I believe I am correct in saying that you remember everything you are supposed to say, namely what happened?"

"Yes sir, we know.  Thank you, and you can go ahead and send them in." Ginny replied. 

            Mr. Granger came in first, looking older than his forty nine years.  Hermione rushed over and was swept up in a hug by her father.  She led him over to where Draco was standing by the bookcase looking nervous.

"Daddy, this is my husband, Draco Malfoy.  I love him and he loves me Daddy.  Draco, this is my father." She introduced them. 

"It's nice to meet you Draco.  I can't say I'm thrilled with the idea of my little girl getting married at such a young age, but I trust you will take care of her?"

"I'd do anything for her, Sir." He replied.

"Good.  Well then I guess the only thing I can say is welcome to the family." Marcus Granger pulled Draco in for a hug. 

            Professor Dumbledore thought it might be wise to let Mr. Granger go first, since he thought he would be more accepting of the situation.  After he saw them sit down on one of the couches across from Ginny and Deimos, he spoke again.

"I'm going to send in your family now Ginny."

"Okay Professor." Ginny paled and grabbed Deimos hand, who was standing next to her in the middle of the room, waiting with her to meet the family. 

            Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came in, both looking upset, but not too angry.  They were followed by her brothers, all of them looking very protective.

"Uh, Hermione, Draco, Mr. Granger, I hate to do this, but is there anyway you all could go somewhere else for a bit?" Ginny asked, knowing it would be less embarrassing later on.

"Sure thing Ginny," Draco replied standing up and taking Hermione's hand as he turned towards Mr. Granger, "How about a tour of the castle Mr. Granger?"

            They left, leaving an awkward silence.  Ginny's brothers were all just staring angrily at Deimos, shooting daggers.  Ginny motioned to the couches near the fire, and she and Deimos sat down on one, with her parents in the one across from her, and her brothers sitting in chairs and the third couch. 

"So, what's your name boy?" Bill asked Deimos, breaking the silence.

"Do you want my formal name and title, or just what I'm called here at school?" he asked.

"How about both."

"Lord Deimos Ferdinand Alejandro Guadalupe IV." He replied nervously, although he was glad for at least some attempt at conversation.

"So you're a lord.  Anything else we need to know about you?" Charlie joined in with the interrogating.

"I know you may think I pressure Ginny into marrying me, but I didn't.  I would never make her do anything that she wouldn't want to.  I love her.  I love her more than anything, and nothing can change that!  Don't push her away from you just because you're mad at her.  You are her family, and she needs you now.  The Malfoy's and us are both going to be tormented at school for what we've done.  So be mad at me, hate me, curse me, do whatever.  Just don't hurt her." Deimos said all of this while putting his arm around Ginny.  He bent down and whispered in her ear, "I love you Gin."

"I love you too." She started crying softly, thinking how lucky she was.  She leaned into his comforting embrace. 

            Ginny's parents and brothers watched all this with softening hearts.  Indeed they weren't happy at the fact she married so young, and without a proper wedding, but they could tell she really loved him, and that he really loved her also. 

"Well, I guess the only thing to say is, welcome to the family.  We're not happy, but we'll support you Ginny." Molly Weasley said standing up, giving Ginny and Deimos a bone crushing hug.  Everyone else shook hands with Deimos, except for Ron, who was still very angry, but he nodded his head and threatened Deimos with dozens of curses if he ever hurt Ginny.  Meanwhile, Ginny was being given large hugs by all her brothers. 

"Well, why don't we take a walk around?  It's been years since I've been back here." Bill suggested.  Everyone agreed, and they all filed out of the room, leaving Deimos and Ginny in the rear. 

"Deimos?" Ginny took his outstretched hand as they walked out of the common room.

"Yes Ginny?"

"Just when were you planning on telling me that you were a Lord?" She grabbed his hand tighter.

"It must have slipped my mind." He said blushing, or at least blushing as much as a Slytherin can.

"Whatever you say dear.  Whatever you say."

A/N:  Okay, I got it out, hope you enjoy it!  Review if you want, or flame, or leave chocolate chip pancakes.  It's all good!