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Chapter Five:

"Hey, mum!" Ginny called as she stepped through the fire to her childhood home. "Mum?"

"Mum's out shopping for your wedding stuff." George or Fred (after all these years she still couldn't tell which one) said as the twins entered the living room.

"Oh. So soon?" Ginny asked grumpily.

"Well, she says she only has about 3 months when you add it all up. Apparently that's not enough." Fred or George again.

"Oh. I just thought I'd come by for a visit." Ginny said, sitting down in an armchair.

"Gin, listen. We know this is your wedding and everything and even though it's to the ferret you probably want it to be nice." The wins grimaced, "but we have a few ideas for the reception."

Identical evil twin grins spread on their faces and Ginny had to laugh. She shook her head at them, not wanting any f their "merchandise" to make an appearance at the wedding.

"Ok, Gin." One of the twins sighed, "We were hoping it wouldn't come to this, but…I'll pretend to be you."

"Er…Fred?" Ginny tried.

"George."

"Right, George, what do you mean?"

"I mean I'll put on what ever contraption mum tries to pass off as a wedding gown and play the part of the 'little woman' until were about to say the vows, where I'll whip off my veil and scream 'hey, big boy'. It'll be hilarious, Gin."

"George, honestly." came the voice of their mother from the kitchen.

She entered the living room and pulled Ginny into a one armed hug before setting down her purchases on the ragged looking couch. Ginny sighed inwardly. This was going to be a long visit.

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"Mr. Weasley!"

Draco ran out of the fireplace and stopped dead in front of a cluttered desk. A wizened old wizard pointed silently to a desk at the other side of the very small office. A tuft of red hair could be seen over the partition, and Draco picked his way through the mess of paperwork until he was facing a harassed looking Arthur Weasley.

"Er…Draco?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, sir. Ginny's gone." Draco panted, leaning on the desk for support.

"Gone?" Arthur repeated, he stood up and motioned for the other wizard to stay seated as he led Draco out in to the hallway.

"Yes, sir. She left a note. Potter proposed to her." Draco hissed.

"Harry--"?" suddenly, his face relaxed and he smiled, "Draco, I know my daughter. If she were engaged to marry Hades himself she wouldn't elope with Hercules."

With this confusing comment, he went back into his office; he threw powder onto the flames and yelled "The Burrow." before he disappeared. Draco muttered to himself about crazy fathers before following suit.

He stepped out of the fire and into a dingy looking sitting room, complete with a family of flaming redheads. Arthur was embracing Ginny and muttering in her ear. Draco merely stood on the hearth and waited.

"Dr--Draco?" Ginny asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I think we need to talk, Red." Draco whispered in her ear.

He smiled warmly at the family and grabbed her firmly by the arm, leading her out of the house and into the messy garden. He spun her around and started his attack.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed.

"Excuse me?" Ginny snapped angrily, Draco noticed her hands on her hips, but didn't care how angry she was.

"You sent me a note saying you were off to marry Potter!" Draco hissed.

"I did no such thing! I told you Harry proposed I didn't say I answered!" Ginny yelled.

"You disappeared and that Carter prick told me Potter had been by your rooms! What was I supposed to think?" Draco snapped.

"Why should you care, anyway? I figured you'd be happy to be rid of me." Ginny hissed.

"I will not have my fiancé running about with the likes of Potter--"

"Oh, so that's what this is about!" Ginny laughed, but the tone of her voice suggested nothing was funny, "You don't want to be embarrassed by your fiancé eloping with a Potter! That's all you care about!"

"Ginny, I didn't mean--"

"No! You did mean it! Draco, you don't give a damn about me and the only reason you agreed to this joke of an engagement was to make Harry jealous!" Ginny hissed.

"No, I-"

"Well, It worked! I didn't marry him because I knew he just wanted to play the hero again! He just wanted to get the credit for saving me from YOU! Maybe I should have let him, too--"

Before Ginny could finish her rant, however, Draco did something neither expected. He grabbed her by the waist and crushed his lips to hers. Ginny stood in shock for a moment before Draco's soft movements pulled her closer to him to deepen the kiss. Moments later, she pulled away to stare at him in shock. He was smiling.

"Had to shut you up somehow, Red.," he teased. "I did want to make Potter jealous. Did. As in past tense." Then he was gone.

Ginny stood in the garden for some time, still in shock, until a gentle hand on her shoulder woke hr from her trance. The twins were smiling down at her.

"We saw everything." They said in unison.

"Wh--what do you think, then?" Ginny asked nervously.

"We think, Red. This marriage--"

"--Isn't going to be half bad after all."

"Really?" Ginny asked.

"Judging by the way he kissed you--"

"--He's not just in it for a trophy wife."

"I think I need to go back, now." Ginny mused.

"Good luck, Gin." they said together.