Ahh.well, here we go!!!!
Chapter 2:
Sunlight flitted in through the windows of Draco's room. A beam of light hit his eyes and out of reflex, he covered his face with his hand, but instead of feeling flesh, he poked himself with the end of something sharp.
"Damn!" He sat up with a start and rubbed his face.
He glanced at the slightly crumpled envelope that was in his hand. His brow furrowed in confusion and after staring at the envelope for a moment or two, it all came rushing back.
Five months ago, the letter, the lingering scent of Ginny's sweet-smelling perfume, but most importantly-the contents, Ginny's engagement to a muggle named Gregory.
He frowned.
"Stupid name.Gregory." He said with a snort.
He yawned and stretched a bit before getting out of bed and doing about fifty push-ups on the floor.
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Ginny walked down the busy streets of Diagon Alley making her way towards Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. She smiled at the thought of it, even though every two days, she goes home early from her work in St. Mungo's and after a quick rest, she floos over to Diagon Alley to visit her twin brothers who both own the most famous joke shop there.
On the way there she spotted two young boys, possibly around eleven or twelve years of age, bickering in the middle of the street. She moved closer, hoping to hear a bit of their argument.
"I cannot believe you Paul!" the boy with curly blonde hair said to Paul. "Do you have any idea how much that cost? And you heard what Fred," he looked confused for a second, "Or was it George?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. But you heard what Mr. Weasley said-"
Paul put his friend's shoulder. "I know Sean! Sheesh! Calm down."
The boy, obviously Sean, nodded his head. "Well? What are we supposed to do now?"
"I'm thinking."
Sean put on a look of exaggerated amazement.
"You?" He said pointing at Paul. "Paul Harry, where did that name come from anyway?" he said with a grin. "Where was I? Oh, yes. You? Paul Harry Kensington-you think?"
"Hey! Don't make fun, I didn't pick that name."
Sean grinned, "I know, I know."
Paul shrugged his shoulders. "What do we do?"
Ginny grinned as she heard the argument the two boys were having. She walked over to them. "Excuse me."
Both boys turned to look at Ginny with big eyes.
"Er, yes- well, I couldn't help over hearing your problem- and, well, I just happened to have this." She said pulling out a green slip of paper from her purse.
Both leaned in closer to look at the paper. Paul looked up at Ginny with awe in his eyes. "Where did you get this? This certificate isn't just given to anyone."
Sean glanced up at her, "Are you, like, the girlfriend of one of the twins?"
"No, I'm their sister."
The boys continued to stare. Ginny sighed and dangled the piece of paper in front of their eyes. "Do you want it or not?"
Sean and Paul snapped their heads up. "You're giving it to us?" They asked in unison.
Ginny chuckled. "Why not?"
"Are you sure?" Paul asked, his eyes narrowed.
She nodded.
Sean eagerly plucked it out of her hands.
"Thanks." They said and ran ahead, mega-watt smiles on their faces.
Ginny continued her slow, leisurely pace.
She went past the different stores, greeting people she knew.
Finally, she arrived at number 93 Diagon alley. She stepped in, smiling at the warmth that greeted her.
"Ginny!"
Ginny looked up at the smiling faces of her two brothers.
"I believe, that you," Fred said pointing at her, "gave this to Sean and Paul." He said holding out a familiar green slip of paper.
Ginny simply grinned at her brothers. "You know them?"
"Best costumers-"
"Superb pranksters from what I hear." George said winking at her.
She laughed.
"So, what's going on to our dear little sister?" George asked while rummaging through a cabinet.
"I'm hardly little." Ginny said taking a seat on the stool beside the counter.
"How's Gregory?" Fred asked as George handed a bottle of butterbeer.
Ginny eyed the bottle suspiciously.
"Relax Gin." Fred said with a smirk.
"You should know by now-we'd never try to prank you again. Remember last time?" George asked.
Ginny nodded with a sly smile.
The last time the twins tried to prank her, her whole face vanished. She ran to her mum who gave each twin a spanking they'll never forget-and they were eighteen at that time.
George winced at the memory.
"How's Gregory?" Fred asked again.
"He's good, I guess."
She took a sip of her drink, and when she put the bottle down, she glanced at her brothers. "You don't like him do you?"
They exchanged glances.
"We like him fine-" George hesitated. "He's just, just not the guy we figured you'd end up with."
"Did Dad tell you to talk to me?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Figures."
Fred leaned in closer. "But Gin, if you love him, you don't have to listen to us."
Ginny smiled slightly. "You too?"
"Maybe." They answered at the same time.
Ginny looked out the window. She fingered the diamond on her ring.
"Why don't you like him? The truth this time." Ginny asked rounding at them.
"The truth?" George asked.
Ginny nodded.
"He's weak."
"What?" Ginny asked confused.
George went around the counter. "If you haven't noticed, he does everything you say-"
"Without complain." Fred added.
George nodded. "Without complain, but sooner or later he'll blow his top."
Fred looked at Ginny square in the eye. "We can't force you. Hell! We never could. You don't have to do what we say-just keep it in mind."
Ginny smiled slowly despite the serious faces of her brothers. "Do you know how rare it is to see those looks on your faces.
They groaned.
"You are impossible." George said.
Fred was smiling and slowly shaking his head.
"Fine! I'll think about what you said."
Ginny drained the last of her butterbeer and handed it to Fred. "Thanks again, I'll see you later?"
They nodded.
Ginny went out the door and made her way through the busy streets of Diagon Alley.
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As Ron and Hermione were lounging in the staffroom, a handsome brown barn owl came soaring in through one of the open windows.
"Dear, will you get it please?" Hermione asked from one of the rigid wooden chairs that surrounded a large, Oak table.
Ron closed the book he was reading and stood up to retrieve the letter.
"It's from Dumbledore." Ron informed his wife.
"Hmm." Hermione said nonchalantly.
Hermione was obviously engrossed with the book she was reading, for she didn't see her husband's face light up as he read the letter.
"Mione." Ron said in a hushed tone that was full of astonishment and excitement.
Hermione looked up at her husband with a very worried look, mistaking his hushed tone of excitement for a worried tone.
It was when Ron looked at Hermione with bright eyes that she understood. "He's coming home." Hermione said softly.
Ron's smile grew even more, if that was possible when he heard what Hermione had said. Hermione laughed loudly and went to Ron, literally crushing him.
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"Harry!"
Parvati went in the kitchen and groaned when she didn't find Harry there.
"Harry!" She called again as she climbed the stairs to the room that they shared. She pushed the door open and sighed with relief when she saw Harry sitting on the floor surrounded by boxes filled with books, photos and who knows what.
"There you are!" She said rather fiercely. "An-what are you doing?"
"Oh!" Harry looked up at her sheepishly. "Er-well.packing." He said gesturing the open boxes.
Parvati cocked her head. "We packed those this morning."
Harry didn't reply. He was too busy looking down at the photos in his hands.
"Parvati, come look." Harry beckoned her with his hand.
Parvati knew she should get mad at Harry, they spent hours packing their belongings and the night before they had to leave he decides to unpack them all. Typical. She was intrigued though and walked over to her husband.
When she was seated comfortably beside him. He started shoving picture after picture in her hands.
"Hey now." Harry said with a grin. "Look at this."
Parvati leaned in closer to take a look at the picture. She grinned when she saw a picture of them along with Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Neville and of course her best friend Lavander. They were all sitting together at the Gryffindor table laughing and joking.
Parvati chuckled when she remembered that day. It was perfect, the sun was shining brightly, but there was a breeze that made the weather feel deliciously cool. They looked so carefree. Like there wasn't any problem between them.
She was about to tell this to Harry when she noticed that he wasn't looking at that picture anymore, she was surprised to see him stare hungrily into another photograph. She leaned in closer to take a peek
Her heart reached out to her husband when she saw who was in the photograph. It was of him along with Ron and Hermione on their graduation day. They had giant smiles on their faces and were raising a toast, most probably because they will be leaving the school each with top scores.
Parvati was moved to tears, she knew how much they meant to Harry. Before they were married, she knew very well that he considered them to be his only family left.
"Harry." Parvati said softly. "We have to pack."
Harry snapped out of his trance. "Yes-Yes of course."
He stood up first and then helped his wife to her feet.
Parvati was about to bend down to place the pictures back to their respective boxes when Harry stopped her.
"No. You go on ahead. Rest a while."
Parvati smiled gratefully at him. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly walked out of the door. She shook her head when she turned around and found Harry looking back at the picture.
When Parvati had indeed gone done to take a break, Harry started to clean up again, when the last of the pictures were already tucked away, Harry glanced down at his hand and found one last picture, it was the picture that he always wanted to look at. It was one of his favorites.
He, Ron and Hermione were in it. It was on their graduation day and they were making a toast to their seven years of friendship, clinking their goblets in honor of those seven years of trials, failures and success.
They had another reason to celebrate, it was their last year and all three of them had found perfect jobs. Hermione studying to be a healer, Ron gave up his dream of becoming an Auror and decided to work at the Department of Magical Creatures. Harry, of course, pursued his dream and went on to study for three more years to become an Auror.
Harry sighed.
He didn't know why, but he was nervous about seeing them again.
He sighed once more and was about to place the snapshot along with his other pictures but stopped, and as a second thought placed it inside his pocket. For safety. He told himself.
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Chapter 2:
Sunlight flitted in through the windows of Draco's room. A beam of light hit his eyes and out of reflex, he covered his face with his hand, but instead of feeling flesh, he poked himself with the end of something sharp.
"Damn!" He sat up with a start and rubbed his face.
He glanced at the slightly crumpled envelope that was in his hand. His brow furrowed in confusion and after staring at the envelope for a moment or two, it all came rushing back.
Five months ago, the letter, the lingering scent of Ginny's sweet-smelling perfume, but most importantly-the contents, Ginny's engagement to a muggle named Gregory.
He frowned.
"Stupid name.Gregory." He said with a snort.
He yawned and stretched a bit before getting out of bed and doing about fifty push-ups on the floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny walked down the busy streets of Diagon Alley making her way towards Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. She smiled at the thought of it, even though every two days, she goes home early from her work in St. Mungo's and after a quick rest, she floos over to Diagon Alley to visit her twin brothers who both own the most famous joke shop there.
On the way there she spotted two young boys, possibly around eleven or twelve years of age, bickering in the middle of the street. She moved closer, hoping to hear a bit of their argument.
"I cannot believe you Paul!" the boy with curly blonde hair said to Paul. "Do you have any idea how much that cost? And you heard what Fred," he looked confused for a second, "Or was it George?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. But you heard what Mr. Weasley said-"
Paul put his friend's shoulder. "I know Sean! Sheesh! Calm down."
The boy, obviously Sean, nodded his head. "Well? What are we supposed to do now?"
"I'm thinking."
Sean put on a look of exaggerated amazement.
"You?" He said pointing at Paul. "Paul Harry, where did that name come from anyway?" he said with a grin. "Where was I? Oh, yes. You? Paul Harry Kensington-you think?"
"Hey! Don't make fun, I didn't pick that name."
Sean grinned, "I know, I know."
Paul shrugged his shoulders. "What do we do?"
Ginny grinned as she heard the argument the two boys were having. She walked over to them. "Excuse me."
Both boys turned to look at Ginny with big eyes.
"Er, yes- well, I couldn't help over hearing your problem- and, well, I just happened to have this." She said pulling out a green slip of paper from her purse.
Both leaned in closer to look at the paper. Paul looked up at Ginny with awe in his eyes. "Where did you get this? This certificate isn't just given to anyone."
Sean glanced up at her, "Are you, like, the girlfriend of one of the twins?"
"No, I'm their sister."
The boys continued to stare. Ginny sighed and dangled the piece of paper in front of their eyes. "Do you want it or not?"
Sean and Paul snapped their heads up. "You're giving it to us?" They asked in unison.
Ginny chuckled. "Why not?"
"Are you sure?" Paul asked, his eyes narrowed.
She nodded.
Sean eagerly plucked it out of her hands.
"Thanks." They said and ran ahead, mega-watt smiles on their faces.
Ginny continued her slow, leisurely pace.
She went past the different stores, greeting people she knew.
Finally, she arrived at number 93 Diagon alley. She stepped in, smiling at the warmth that greeted her.
"Ginny!"
Ginny looked up at the smiling faces of her two brothers.
"I believe, that you," Fred said pointing at her, "gave this to Sean and Paul." He said holding out a familiar green slip of paper.
Ginny simply grinned at her brothers. "You know them?"
"Best costumers-"
"Superb pranksters from what I hear." George said winking at her.
She laughed.
"So, what's going on to our dear little sister?" George asked while rummaging through a cabinet.
"I'm hardly little." Ginny said taking a seat on the stool beside the counter.
"How's Gregory?" Fred asked as George handed a bottle of butterbeer.
Ginny eyed the bottle suspiciously.
"Relax Gin." Fred said with a smirk.
"You should know by now-we'd never try to prank you again. Remember last time?" George asked.
Ginny nodded with a sly smile.
The last time the twins tried to prank her, her whole face vanished. She ran to her mum who gave each twin a spanking they'll never forget-and they were eighteen at that time.
George winced at the memory.
"How's Gregory?" Fred asked again.
"He's good, I guess."
She took a sip of her drink, and when she put the bottle down, she glanced at her brothers. "You don't like him do you?"
They exchanged glances.
"We like him fine-" George hesitated. "He's just, just not the guy we figured you'd end up with."
"Did Dad tell you to talk to me?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Figures."
Fred leaned in closer. "But Gin, if you love him, you don't have to listen to us."
Ginny smiled slightly. "You too?"
"Maybe." They answered at the same time.
Ginny looked out the window. She fingered the diamond on her ring.
"Why don't you like him? The truth this time." Ginny asked rounding at them.
"The truth?" George asked.
Ginny nodded.
"He's weak."
"What?" Ginny asked confused.
George went around the counter. "If you haven't noticed, he does everything you say-"
"Without complain." Fred added.
George nodded. "Without complain, but sooner or later he'll blow his top."
Fred looked at Ginny square in the eye. "We can't force you. Hell! We never could. You don't have to do what we say-just keep it in mind."
Ginny smiled slowly despite the serious faces of her brothers. "Do you know how rare it is to see those looks on your faces.
They groaned.
"You are impossible." George said.
Fred was smiling and slowly shaking his head.
"Fine! I'll think about what you said."
Ginny drained the last of her butterbeer and handed it to Fred. "Thanks again, I'll see you later?"
They nodded.
Ginny went out the door and made her way through the busy streets of Diagon Alley.
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As Ron and Hermione were lounging in the staffroom, a handsome brown barn owl came soaring in through one of the open windows.
"Dear, will you get it please?" Hermione asked from one of the rigid wooden chairs that surrounded a large, Oak table.
Ron closed the book he was reading and stood up to retrieve the letter.
"It's from Dumbledore." Ron informed his wife.
"Hmm." Hermione said nonchalantly.
Hermione was obviously engrossed with the book she was reading, for she didn't see her husband's face light up as he read the letter.
"Mione." Ron said in a hushed tone that was full of astonishment and excitement.
Hermione looked up at her husband with a very worried look, mistaking his hushed tone of excitement for a worried tone.
It was when Ron looked at Hermione with bright eyes that she understood. "He's coming home." Hermione said softly.
Ron's smile grew even more, if that was possible when he heard what Hermione had said. Hermione laughed loudly and went to Ron, literally crushing him.
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"Harry!"
Parvati went in the kitchen and groaned when she didn't find Harry there.
"Harry!" She called again as she climbed the stairs to the room that they shared. She pushed the door open and sighed with relief when she saw Harry sitting on the floor surrounded by boxes filled with books, photos and who knows what.
"There you are!" She said rather fiercely. "An-what are you doing?"
"Oh!" Harry looked up at her sheepishly. "Er-well.packing." He said gesturing the open boxes.
Parvati cocked her head. "We packed those this morning."
Harry didn't reply. He was too busy looking down at the photos in his hands.
"Parvati, come look." Harry beckoned her with his hand.
Parvati knew she should get mad at Harry, they spent hours packing their belongings and the night before they had to leave he decides to unpack them all. Typical. She was intrigued though and walked over to her husband.
When she was seated comfortably beside him. He started shoving picture after picture in her hands.
"Hey now." Harry said with a grin. "Look at this."
Parvati leaned in closer to take a look at the picture. She grinned when she saw a picture of them along with Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Neville and of course her best friend Lavander. They were all sitting together at the Gryffindor table laughing and joking.
Parvati chuckled when she remembered that day. It was perfect, the sun was shining brightly, but there was a breeze that made the weather feel deliciously cool. They looked so carefree. Like there wasn't any problem between them.
She was about to tell this to Harry when she noticed that he wasn't looking at that picture anymore, she was surprised to see him stare hungrily into another photograph. She leaned in closer to take a peek
Her heart reached out to her husband when she saw who was in the photograph. It was of him along with Ron and Hermione on their graduation day. They had giant smiles on their faces and were raising a toast, most probably because they will be leaving the school each with top scores.
Parvati was moved to tears, she knew how much they meant to Harry. Before they were married, she knew very well that he considered them to be his only family left.
"Harry." Parvati said softly. "We have to pack."
Harry snapped out of his trance. "Yes-Yes of course."
He stood up first and then helped his wife to her feet.
Parvati was about to bend down to place the pictures back to their respective boxes when Harry stopped her.
"No. You go on ahead. Rest a while."
Parvati smiled gratefully at him. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly walked out of the door. She shook her head when she turned around and found Harry looking back at the picture.
When Parvati had indeed gone done to take a break, Harry started to clean up again, when the last of the pictures were already tucked away, Harry glanced down at his hand and found one last picture, it was the picture that he always wanted to look at. It was one of his favorites.
He, Ron and Hermione were in it. It was on their graduation day and they were making a toast to their seven years of friendship, clinking their goblets in honor of those seven years of trials, failures and success.
They had another reason to celebrate, it was their last year and all three of them had found perfect jobs. Hermione studying to be a healer, Ron gave up his dream of becoming an Auror and decided to work at the Department of Magical Creatures. Harry, of course, pursued his dream and went on to study for three more years to become an Auror.
Harry sighed.
He didn't know why, but he was nervous about seeing them again.
He sighed once more and was about to place the snapshot along with his other pictures but stopped, and as a second thought placed it inside his pocket. For safety. He told himself.
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