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Living as muggles

"So what are you some sort of…" Draco searched for the word. "Diva now?" he said finally.

"Don't you dear use those foul mudblood words on me, Draco. I'm surprised you have even used them!" Lyn spat hotly, she was pacing the space between the sofa and the fireplace. Draco sat lazily on a nearby armchair.

"Just seeing you makes me wish I could rather live as a mudblood than endure another day of your whinging!"  Draco teased.

"And a mudblood would be better company than you! And better looking," Lyn came over to Draco and traced his jaw line with her delicate finger. His pale skin shone in the light of room. His skin was soft and he licked his lips and smirked.

"Babe, you make me want to vomit slugs," he whispered.

"And you look like one," Lyn answered. She sat on Draco's lap, facing him and moved Draco's head slightly to the right. Gently she brushed her lips against his and pulled away. Draco leaned forward to try and kiss her again, she laid a finger on his lips and shook her head.

"Think I'd wanna kiss a filthy, ugly cold hearted bastard like you?" she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"That's the way you like them," Draco replied, reaching forward and kissing Lyn. She bit his lip and Draco tasted blood, he reached up and felt his lip and stared disbelievingly at her. She smiled seductively and leaned forward and tasted his blood and smiled. She looked mad, with blood staining her light brown skin, her eyes staring madly at him and her upper lip curling slightly. Draco frowned slightly and uneasily leaned forward and tasted his own blood on her lip.

"I hate you," Lyn snarled

"The feelings mutual," Draco muttered, before wrapping his arms around Lyn and dragging her into a kiss. Weird what turns some people on, Draco thought as clothes were torn off each other's backs.

Harry shivered. He hated this time in the morning. There was no way off telling what the weather was going to be like without magic. He wished they would take off this wand ban. It was stupid. He'd destroyed Voldermort. He wasn't afraid to admit it! Yes. Death Eaters hated him. Again. But that was irrelevant!

He couldn't help thinking about last night. Ginny was his everything, she was what made him get through the day. He didn't care how cheesy that sounded, or how people raised their eyebrows and sniggered when he said it. Whenever he saw that mop of red hair and her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and that smile…he wondered how come he didn't go out with her sooner. He fidgeted and reached into the inside of his jacket and felt it in his pocket. It was safe. He looked at his watch, 6:09. Where is she? He felt his pocket again: still there. He twisted his friendship ring Ginny had given him last Christmas and sniffed. 6:15…What does she think she's playing at?

Lyn sat hugging her knees on the end of her bed. Draco was combing his hair at the mirror, a smug expression on his face. Lyn grimaced as Draco smiled at her. He thinks he's so top! Lyn thought spitefully. Draco sauntered over to her, she got up, smiled at him and walked out of the room. Draco stared at the spot where she'd been. What did I do wrong? Was I bad? He thought suddenly. Quickly he darted out of the room, he still hadn't put his shirt on revealing his six-pack. He could hear Lyn in the kitchen, she sounded as though she was banging plates on the draining board. He ran down the steps that descended down into the kitchens, which was usually buzzing with servants cooking the meals. Today it was totally empty apart from Lyn who was banging a pan on the draining board.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Draco shouted.

"I thought I might get your attention this way," Lyn replied placing the pan back down on the side.

"You could have just called or something. It would have had the same effect," he replied.

"Yeah I know, but I do really need to talk to you," Lyn cried, her baby pink robe was falling off her shoulders where she'd pulled it on so quickly. Draco pulled it up gently; she pulled away and slapped at his hand.

"What is wrong with you? One minute you can't get your hands off me, the next you can't stand to me near me!" Draco yelled furiously, his pale skin flushing slightly.

"Nothing's wrong with me Draco. I just…I don't know what I want. I want to know that you love me! I want to know you care for me. I want to know I'm not just anybody in your life," Lyn cried hopelessly.

"What? You want to marry then?" Draco shouted.

"Yeah. Ok," Lyn replied, staring into Draco's grey eyes. He stepped back slightly as if some invisible hand had just knocked him off balance.

"What?" he whispered.

"Draco Malfoy. I'll marry you." Lyn said matter-of-factly, Draco stared at her. Words failed him; he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish out of water.

DING DONG

It rang trough the house like a foghorn.

DING DONG

"I'll get it then shall I?" Lyn said curtly, "we can't be like this when we're married Draco," and she flounced up the stairs and into the hallway, Draco close at her heels, "we are going to need some more House elves," she said as she studied the door handle, "how do you open this thing?"

Draco had been unable to speak for the past 3 minutes, suddenly reached forward and opened the door.

There on the doorstep stood a woman, her hair was askew, her glasses a bit wobbly and her creamy skin pale and blotchy. She had her arm around a girl; she looked about 10, possibly 11. She had blondish hair, and green eyes, her skin was pale and flushed at the cheeks, her glasses gave the impression of a girl a lot older and wiser. She looked up a the woman with the arm around her,

"What are we doing here?" she asked.

The woman shook her head and looked up at Draco.

"Malfoy," she nodded crisply, taking in his firm well-toned, muscular body. She gave Lyn the once over, and noticed straight away the Vela streaks, and the Gabriel's powder pink robes. Her face was red slightly and her robes were hanging off her shoulders. She recognised her immediately, she'd been two years above her at Hogwarts and used to pick on her about the flaming red hair she used to let hang wild.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked coldly.

"Yeah, what are we doing here Auntie Ginny?" the girl tugged at her aunt's sleeve and her eyes flickered to Draco, Lyn and their house.

"I…-I don't know," Ginny faltered. And looked at her watch.

"Then clear off," Lyn snapped.

"Gladly," Ginny retorted.

"Oh look. The Weasley's found herself an attitude, too bad you don't get a bag of gold free with that," Lyn sneered.

"Oh look, Ryan's found herself a man, too bad a personality doesn't come free with that," Ginny replied without hesitation.

"Would you like to leave, is misfortune and destitute contagious?" Lyn asked.

"No, but I think we should leave, bitchiness is," Ginny snapped.

"Quick go, before my pot plants wilt at the sight of you," Lyn scorned.

"At least I have a man I can be proud of,"

"What? Harry Potter bighead? Please…the only thing you're proud of about him is that stack of gold he's hiding in Gringott's," Lyn cried.

"Well at least he's got two Galleons to rub together, I see you're answering your door instead of the House Elves. What? Since the downfall of You-know-who, not getting any steady cash?" Ginny laughed.

Lyn made towards her, but Draco pulled her back.

"Don't you talk about my fiancé, Weasley," Draco snapped.

"Fiancé is it now? Well that just goes to show, Malfoy's marry for fame, not personalities," Ginny said, before turning round and stomping up the pat and out of the gate.

"Why the Hell did she just come here?" Lyn shouted slamming the door shut, "I bet she's heard about our cash problem and she's come to gloat," she hissed.

"Lyn…" Draco gulped, "about the wedding thing," He was nervous and it showed. This was not the Malfoy way, he pulled himself together and found he rose a couple of inches and allowed his usually smirk to spread across his face, "what day shall we set it?"

"DRACO!" Lyn cried, flinging herself onto him, kissing him, "I knew you loved me, I knew it!"

"I love you," Draco whispered, it felt weird saying it, "I love you. Just you and me, we'll make it work," Lyn snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent, she ran her hand up his front on his bare skin and smiled.

"Bad time to tell you I'm pregnant then?"

Harry checked his watch again, she was cutting it rather fine. The reservations were for 6:30 it was 6:25 already. Suddenly as if from nowhere she was at the corner of the street running towards him. She had the Lilac robes he'd bought for a her a while ago on, muggles noticed her dress, they weren't sure what it was but it didn't bother her. She ran up to him and hugged him and planted kisses all over his face.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, but Tiffany was late getting home," she explained breathlessly.

"It doesn't matter. Come on, we best hurry," Harry took hold of her hand and pulled her towards a restaurant,

"We're eating muggle style today, cos I couldn't book anything without magic. This ban is getting ridiculous, I think I'll speak to Dumbledore tomorrow," Harry said leading her through the doors of a large restaurant. Inside it was spectacular, with chandeliers and candles everywhere. There was sparkling fountains and crystal sculptures everywhere. It looked almost magical, Ginny gasped.

"Are you sure this is muggle?" she asked, watching as a glass sculpture spun slowly and sweet, romantic music played from nowhere.

"I'm sure. The muggles are getting quite far without us. It's all electrical you see," Harry began explaining about wires and stuff. Ginny's mind was elsewhere, she watched the fountains as they tinkled and shone in the light of the candles around it.

…"Ah yes, Mr Potter. Table for two…Right over there"…

And there was a massive crystal, shining and glittering and looking really expensive.

She sat down on a chair, it was so comfortable she felt as though she were lying in bed, and the waiter placed a book in front of her.

"What do I do with this?" Ginny asked reading what it said on the front: Menu.

"We order," Harry whispered. Ginny skimmed the inside of the menu and looked at the delicious foods in front of her. Smoked salmon, oysters, lamb with mint sauce, mussels, crab, lobster, caviar, and champagne. There was so much to chose from, then she noticed the price. She wasn't familiar with muggle money, but £50.99 for a bottle of champagne was a bit pricey.

"Harry, I think we're in the wrong restaurant, everything in here is way too expensive!" Ginny whispered across the table.

"I though seeming as though you didn't know about muggle money you wouldn't realise," Harry whispered back guiltily.

"I know what a lot of money looks like, and that's it! Just because I've never had money don't mean I don't see a rip off when I see one!"

They ate their meal of lamb chops and new potatoes, and drank their champagne, and talked and laughed and joked. Then after pudding Harry felt into his pocket and brought out a small box and looked up at Ginny.

"We've been going out for 10 years now, and I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I want to do it properly…Will you marry me Virginia Weasley?" Harry was down on one knee and had the box open. Inside was the most delicate of rings, with a single white diamond, that sparkled in the light of the candle, the band it was on was thick and Ginny saw something inscribed on it.

"You've been practising this for a long time haven't you?" Ginny asked suppressing a giggle.

Harry nodded bashfully, "Well? Will you?"

"As long as you promise me one thing!" Ginny said sternly.

"What?"

"Don't call me Virginia ever again!" She laughed and took the ring slipping it onto her wedding finger, she beamed at it and then at Harry.

"I love you Ginny," he said hugging her.

"I know," …

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