Chapter Five

I gasped. A slight groan came from in beside me. I looked at Draco; and realized that in the moment of shock of my brother being on the other side of the door, when inside, I had almost kissed Draco Malfoy, my arm, out of control had somehow flown into his stomach. I bit my lip, gently removing my hand. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow, looking very confused.

"Be right there, Ron!" I called, giving Draco a pointed look. He seemed momentarily frozen. Lips set tight, eyebrows lifted to their full extent. I cursed silently, and literally pulled him all the way to my room. The knocking persisted. "Give me a sec will you?! I'm…getting dressed." Draco smirked at my downright lie, before he was roughly shoved into my closet. He cursed under his breath at the minute space. In the utter chaos of this situation, I could not help but snort. I shoved shoes, and clothes aside, and placed my dirty laundry bin on the top shelf where it wobbled precariously. I put a finger to my lips, and gave him a stern look, clearly indicating he was not to make a sound, or else. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, crammed in beside my favorite dress, and old stuffed teddy. I smiled, and gently shut the door.

Ron's face was, as always, impatient as I let him in. He took a seat on the couch, dragging a hand through his mat of vivid red hair. I held my breath, as he slowly, lazily, turned to me.

"What's up with you?" He asked quizzically at my hasty expression. I shrugged nonchalantly. "Hmm…Uh…Oh! Right. Harry and Luna want to make sure you know that dinner's at our place tonight, Luna's bringing the food." He looked grim.

"Okay," Get on with it Ron.

"Right, so eat anything she gives you, and pretend to like it," He flashed me a grin, "Harry's orders." I forced a smile and nodded. He looked around slightly awkwardly, and then, deciding there was nothing else to be said, he slowly got to his feet and walked to the exit. There was a crash from my bedroom, and I was willing to bet anything it had come from the closet. He stopped in the doorway.

"I was in the middle of laundry before…basket must have fallen." I prayed he would believe my lie. But, being Ron, he had to challenge me.

"I thought you were getting dressed."

"I was."

"While you were doing laundry…?"

"I had to wash the clothes I was wearing."

"You're weird Gin." He shook his head, and, at long last, left. I waited a few seconds until his footsteps faded down the hallway, then dashed to my room. Throwing the door open, I was caught somewhere between, mortification, alarm, and the urge to stat laughing hysterically. There stood Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, my dirty clothes up to his ankles, a bra slung over shoulder, and the upturned laundry basket on the ground, having narrowly missed him. He looked at me out of falsely pained eyes, and I started to laugh.

"Ginny!" Luna's happy squeal, as always, was genuine. Everyone liked Luna; her ever-cheerful energy was naturally attractive. She always tried extra hard with me. I seemed to blame her for stealing Harry from me; although that had not been the case at all. But I was just being stubborn. I was just being a Weasley.

I hugged her back; she seemed surprised, but the smile that now stretched her face was twinkling brightly. Her lengthy blonde hair was thrown loosely into a bun. She was wearing an apron, a dishtowel in her hand, her forehead smudged with flour. She led me inside Ron and Hermione's house. Harry was clearly visible in the kitchen, back to us, poking at the half-prepared food.

"Hey!" She cried indignantly. Harry turned towards us, a guilty look, with a hint of forced innocence on his face. I laughed. One finger was in his mouth, apparently having just swiped a large amount of the desert, which lined his lips. He yelped as Luna smacked his behind with the dish towel, and grudgingly handed him the mixing spoon. I found their open flirting no longer bothered me. A smile still on my lips, Harry and I were ushered into the den, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

"Hey Gin." I smiled at them, giving Hermione 'the look'. She raised a quizzical eyebrow, and I tilted my head in the direction of the study. She got up, and followed me, leaving a confused Ron, who obviously did not speak girl sign language, behind with Harry.

"So?" She asked, as soon as we were sure Ron wasn't listening in. A smile on my lips, I told her the story.

When I reached the end, I knew she was close to laughter, but her lips were still pursed at the thought of me liking Malfoy.

"When are you going to tell Ron and Harry?" I stared. Hermione was a smart girl; everyone knew that, but honestly…

"I'm…not."

"Ginny…" She sighed.

"Well, at least not yet. You don't want your husband convicted of murder, now do you?" At last, she smiled.

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