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"Never!" Ginny cried passionately, turning back to the doors.
"Hey," Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him so that Ginny's back was against his front. "Don't walk away. Think about it," Ginny's face was flushed from being against him. "You need the money and I need someone to fill up the empty space on my bed."
"I'm sure one of your sluts will," Ginny said, as she vainly tried to loosen his hold on her. "God knows they're more than willing to."
"Yes they are, but I want YOU," he spun her around and grasped her arms. She stopped struggling and looked up at him through the dim light. His hand reached up and it lightly caressed her cheek before it traveled to her hair. With amazing gentleness, he pulled the ponytail loose, and her hair fell about her shoulders, catching the light of the fire. "Did you know that I wanted to do that all night?" his voice was hoarse.
Ginny remained silent as she let him pull her close. "You've been torturing me all week, and I didn't get to kiss you tonight," he said. "So I'll make up for it right now."
Ginny rested her hand on his chest as her eyes closed and her mouth parted. His lips immediately claimed hers. He kissed her hungrily and passionately, his mouth taking over hers. Ginny had to come up for breath, gasping slightly as she looked at him. She knew that the only reason she hadn't struggled with him, was because she had wanted him to kiss her.
"Draco," she whispered, shivering when she saw that his eyes were more black than gray. "Please, just give me the money and I promise I'll pay you back. Just give it to me so I can go."
"But you don't want to go," he pulled her closer against his body. "Come Ginny, say yes," he kissed her neck, and sucked on it, giving it a bite. She threw her head back and gasped. "You'll only have to stay married to me for six months," he pulled her away and took his hands off of her. "I want you to think on a clear head."
Ginny blinked. She still felt dazed from the contact with him, but he was right, she did need to think about his offer. He made his way to the door and turned the knob.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked.
He turned back to her. "I'll give you an hour to think." He opened the door and went out, closing the door behind him.
Ginny made her way to the couch and sat on it. he said she only had to stay married to him for six months, then after that they could get a divorce. She would get the money for her parents' house, and she was sure that Draco would get SOMETHING out of their marriage. If he didn't, then why else had he asked her?
And there was the whole problem of that bed thing. He probably, no, WOULD want to sleep with her. Ginny gulped. Maybe she could stay away from him when they got married, and she could sleep in a different room.
After going over this for an hour, she finally decided. Draco came back, looking at her troubled face.
"So?" he asked.
Ginny swallowed hard. "Yes, I will," Draco remained silent. "I-I really need the money now," she said.
"Would you like to go to Diagon Alley tonight or tomorrow?" he said.
"Diagon Alley?" Ginny was puzzled. "Why do we need to go there for?"
Draco's eyebrows immediately shot up. "Gringotts."
Ginny blushed. "Oh right. I'll meet you there tomorrow morning. Six o'clock sharp. I need to go now," she stood there looking at his dying fire. "Can I use your fireplace?"
"Be my guest, fiance," he smirked when she gave him a startled look. "Yes, you're engaged to me."
Ginny walked over to the fireplace and turned to Draco. "If you'll just make a better fire, I'll be on my way."
Draco walked over to his beside table and picked up his wand. He had the fire going strong a few minutes later. He stood there looking at her expectantly.
"Do you have any Floo Powder?" Draco nodded toward a black jar on the mantelpiece. Ginny took the lid off and grabbed a handful. She was about to throw it into the fire when Draco stopped her.
"Surely you're not going without giving me a good-bye kiss?" he said.
"No," she said, and threw the Floo Powder into the fire. "The Burrow," she said and was swept into the flames.
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Draco knew it had been foolish to propose to her, but not being able to see her everyday was pure hell for him. He had already lost her once, and he was determined not to let it happen again. He was positive he could make her love him again in six months. He already knew their attraction to eachother was too strong, and he knew she knew it too.
He would have to announce that he was engaged. I'll tell mum, he thought. Thought I don't think she would care. Pansy and all of the other girls that frequently went to bed with him would be beyond rage.
Being married to Ginny was going to be challenging and sweet.
* * *
It was a warm morning, the sky was a clear blue, with not a trace of a cloud in the sky. It was perfect April weather. Draco looked across the table at Ginny who was sipping her coffee and staring out the large window. They were at a restaurant that had just recently been opened in Diagon Alley.
It had taken some persistence to persuade Ginny to go have breakfast with him after they had gotten the money from his vault. Draco had seen the shocked look on Ginny's face when she had seen his vault which was filled with knuts, sickles, ang galleons. Draco had thought she was going to faint when he had told her that there were two other vaults that belonged to him that had just as much money in them as this one.
"Would now be a good time to start planning our wedding?" Draco said, wanting to hear her voice.
She glanced at him and quickly looked away again. "It's your wedding, Draco. Do whatever you want to do."
"It may be my wedding, but don't forget fiance, that you play a big part in it," Draco said. "Besides, the woman is suppose to plan things, not the man."
Ginny sighed. "Yes, I will. I just need to tell my parents first, and my brothers."
"The brothers," Draco leaned back on his chair. "I've forgotten all about them. Are they still over-protective of you/"
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know."
"They're not going to kill me, are they?"
Ginny gave a small laugh. "I can't read their minds, so I wouldn't know," she checked her watch. "I gotta go. I have to give this money to them before noon."
She stood up, and Draco admired her long legs showing u nder a navy blue plaid mini skirt. She wore a matching navy blue turtleneck. Even though she was a young woman, Draco loved how she sometimes dressed like a young teenager.
He stood up too. "Tell them today," he slipped his light jacket on. "About us getting married. Don't mention the money, or the deal's off." He walked over to her. He could feel her body go rigid. He bent and gave her a short kiss on her parted lips. He pulled away when he felt her start to respond. He smirked at her. "Tell them that you're moving in with me too," Draco walked away when he saw her open her mouth.
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Oh I hate him! Ginny fumed as she angrily pushed open the restaurant doors. Marrying him was one thing, but moving in with him was another. But she would go with it if her mum and dad got to keep their house.
Upone entering the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny scanned the room for the man she had planned to meet to pay off the debts. She had tried to dress professionally this morning, but she had been in the mood for mini skirts.
Shat sat down at a table near the back, checking every person that entered the Leaky Cauldron. Finally she spotted the man. She waved at him and he walked over to her.
"Are you Miss Virginia Weasley?" he asked, offering her his hand.
She shook it and nodded. "Yes I am," they both sat down. Ginny dug around in her purse until she found the piece of paper. She handed it to him. "It's a note, with my signature on it. The money will be waiting for you at Gringotts. Just show them the note and they'll give it to you. And could you not mention my name when my parents ask who paid their debt?"
The man gave her a questioning look, but did not say anything. Thanking him, Ginny left to go back to the Burrow.
After stepping into her kitchen from the fireplace, Ginny swallowed hard. What was she suppose to tell her family? That she was going to marry their worst enemy? But Draco was right, she did need to tell her family. Ron would be the one who would take it badly. When Draco and Ginny were dating at Hogwarts, she had never told Ron, and he had never found out even after Draco and her had broken up.
I'll tell everyone tomorrow when they come for supper, Ginny thought. She saw her mum outside in the garden. She opened the kitchen door and walked out.
"Hell mum," Ginny said, kneeling next to her.
Mrs. Weasley looked up, her face red, prespiration on her forehead. "Hello Ginny. Where've you been?
"Out with Tilly," Ginny lied. She hesitated. She should tell her mum about her engagement before she told anybody else. "Mum? I have something to tell you, and please don't go mad when I do."
Mrs. Weasley sat back on her haunches, taking off her garden gloves and waited for Ginny to continue.
"Mum, I need you to understand that I'm doing this because I think it's the right thing for me to do. Draco and me are getting married," Ginny held her breath and waited for her mum's reaction.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened. "Ginny Weasley! Do not tell me you're marrying Draco Malfoy!" Ginny nodded. "When did this happen? How long have you two been together?"
"For almost a year," Ginny said, counting the months that they had been together at Hogwarts. She didn't think saying barely a month was really smart. "But mum, I love him," Ginny forced that dreaded word out.
Mrs. Weasley stared at Ginny closely. "I can't believe you didn't tell us that you and Draco have been together for a year," her voice was full of disappointment. "You're father is going to be angry," she paused. "When's the wedding?"
Ginny looked at her mum incredulously. No lectures? she thought. "What?"
"When is the wedding?" her mum repeated.
"We haven't planned that far ahead yet. He just asked me last night."
Her mum sighed. "If tis is what you want," she gave Ginny a look. "You ARE planning on having children, aren't you?"
The thought of having a child with Draco made her stomach lurch. "Mum," Ginny warned.
Mrs. Weasley gave her an innocent look. "What? So, when are you planning to tell your brothers? And your father?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Could you tell them for me? I'll tell Ron and the rest of them tomorrow."
* * *
Her brothers were seriously over-reacting. Every one of them were talking, or yelling in Ron's case, at her, all at once so their words blended together and didn't make any sense to Ginny.
Ginny sighed and rubbed her aching head. She caught Hermione's eyes on her, they were full of sympathy and puzzlement. Hermione had been as shocked as the rest of them when Ginny had announced that she was engaged.
"-being engaged to a Malfoy!" Ron was yelling. "The shame! After all the Malfoys have done to us! Insulting us and-"
"Ron, please," Ginny said. "I know perfectly well that they've insulted us countless times, but things are different now."
"Different my a-"
"Ron!" her mum said sternly. "Ginny needs our support, not our criticism. If you can't handle that, then don't speak to her at all," her mum came over and gave Ginny a hug. "I'm happy for you, dear."
Then one by one, Ginny received hugs and congratulations from all of her brothers and their wives. Finally it was Ron's turn. He walked up to her and looked at her in the eyes.
"Tell Malfoy that if he ever hurts you, I'm gonna kick his ass and sent him to hell," he gave her a small hug.
Their conversation was interrupted by Arianna running into the living room and Esmond running in after her with a garden snake in his hand. Arianna gave a scream and leapt into Hermione's arms.
"Mummy!" Arianna cried. "Esmond has a snake and won't leave me alone!"
Ron gave George a scow, but his voice was laced with amusement. "Your son is misbehaving again. He's scaring the living daylights out of my daughter."
George frowned at Esmond who kept pretending to throw the writhing snake at Arianna, who screamed each time he flung it up. "Esmond, what happened to the Dung bombs I gave you?"
Esmond stopped teasing Arianna and stood in rapt attention. "Me and Malcolm used them in Mrs. Hartford's class," he said.
Mrs. Hartford was a kind old lady who taught first grade at the Excellcur School. All of the Weasley children went there. In fact, it was the only school for little witches and wizards for miles around.
"I told you to save them for tonight-" George faltered as Sophie glared at him.
"George Weasley!" she said sternly. "I told you not to give our sons any Dungbombs! The last time you did, they let it off in a restaurant."
"But the restaurant was so boring mum," Esmond said seriously. "They needed some excitement. Plus, some of the people there looked like they needed the excercise."
"It was a fancy restaurant," Sophie sighed. "It's where people go to eat and relax, not run."
Ginny laughed. "Come on Esmond," she held out her hand, and he took it with his left one since the sanke was still in his right hand. "Let's go free that snake before you give Arianna a heart attack."
During supper that night, with the adults sitting in the kitchen and the children sitting in the living room, Ginny suddenly remembered something. She looked up from her dessert.
"I forgot to tell you something," at the sound of her voice, everybody stopped eating and looked up. "Draco wants me to move in with him."
Ron stood up so fast that his chair toppled over. "You will not move in with him until you are married to that bastard!" he said angrily. He was still steaming at the prospect of Ginny becoming a Malfoy.
"Lower your voice Ron!" Hermione frowned at him. "The children will hear."
Ron continued as if he hadn't heard her. "I will not allow my little sister to go through that!"
Ginny sighed, suddenly feeling tired. "I've already told him yes, and I plan to stick to my word. And I'm not your little sister anymore. Ron, please accept it. I'm going to be Draco Malfoy's wife," because I can't accept it myself, Ginny thought.
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Ginny was in her classroom, cleaning up after the mess the children had made. The bell had just rang half an hour ago, dismissing school. She went back to her desk and sat down, getting out some papers to grade. She was so involved in her work, she didn't realize someone else was in the room until someone cleared their throat.
She looked up in surprise and frowned at who she saw. "What do you want now?" she snapped.
"I've come to ask if you're moving in tomorrow or the next day," Draco said, his eyes flickering to her neck.
Ginny touched her neck. There was a purple and blue mark where he had kissed and bit her neck two days ago, and it was very noticable if she didn't leave her hair down.
"B-but that's too fast! I can't pack and move in that fast!" she said.
"Then I take it you'll move in the next day. Today's Monday, so I'll expect you on Wednesday. I'll make sure our room is ready," he said.
"O-our room?" stammered Ginny.
"Yes our room."
"I want my own though!" she stood up. You never said we had to share a room."
Draco shrugged. "I forgot. Besides, what will they think of an engaged couple having separate rooms?"
"I don't care what they think! I want my own room!" Ginny knew she was acting childish.
Draco looked silently at her. "Are you sure you want your own room?"
"Positive."
"Oh, well you're not getting it."
Ginny's mouth opened in complete surprise. She hadn't expected that kind of answer from him. "I-I can't believe you-"
Draco pulled a small velvet case out of his pocket. He opened it and put it in front of Ginny's face. Ginny was struck speechless. Lying there was a gold ring with an exquisitely cut emerald surrounded by diamonds.
"Draco?" she said, confused.
"It's your ring," Draco said, taking the ring out of the box.
"Mine?" Ginny repeated faintly as he took her hand and slipped it on her finger.
He drew her close and looked into her puzzled brown eyes. "Yes yours. You deserve to have the best and be spoiled. You didn't get that in your childhood, so I'll make up for it now, when you're my wife."
Ginny was surprised by his sudden show of tenderness. "My family might be poor, and I was not spoiled, but I was happy. You don't need money to be happy," Ginny saw a puzzled look in his eyes. Of course he didn't know what she was talking about. She stepped back from him. "I can't keep this ring-" she proceeded to take it off, but his hands suddenly stopped her.
"Give it back and it will be an insult to me and my mum."
"Your mum?"
Draco nodded. "She was the one that picked it out."
"And she had no problem that you're marrying a Weasley?"
He shrugged. "She doesn't show it. She worries more about herself than anything else."
Ginny hesitated and looked down at the ring which was sparkling in the light. She looked back at him and swallowed hard. "Draco," she said. "You can't ask me to keep this. It must've cost a lot of money. . ."
"Stop worrying about money," Draco said, sounding irritated. "It's yours and you should keep it and stop arguing with me, because I want to kiss you."
Before Ginny could protest, he had pulled her close and his mouth was on hers. Ginny sighed and surrendered herself to him as he kissed her passionately and furiously. His need was so apparent to her. He had never been the type to hide his needs from her. There was a soft bang and a click. Ginny looked over and saw Draco holding his wand that was pointed at the door.
"What-"
Draco put his wand back in his pocket. "I couldn't have anyone walk in on us while we were doing something," he smirked.
He pulled her close and began kissing her again. Ginny was overwhelmed at his touch and passionate kisses. His hand traveled to her blous and began unbuttoning them with patience and fingers that showed that he was an expert at this. He pulled her blouse off and dropped it on the floor. Ginny was left wearing her modest white bra. His mouth traveled to her breasts, kissing the top of her breasts. He reached behind her and proceeded to take the bra off, but Ginny forced herself to stop him.
"No," she said, trying to regain her senses. "You can't. This is a classroom. . ."
He laughed. "I wouldn't've cared less if it was in the middle of the street."
She reluctantly stpped away from him and picked up her blouse. "No, we can't." She put her blouse back on and buttoned it up. She turned back to him to find a grim expression on his face.
"It will happen sooner or later," he said. "On our wedding night, shall we say?"
Ginny turned a light shade of red, but didn't answer him.
"You think you can avoid me after our wedding? Well you won't be able to, because I intend to spend every waking moment of the six months that we're married, making slow sweet love to you," he walked over to her and brushed her hair back from her blushing face. "But don't worry, you can scream as loud as you want. The manor's walls are thick, and we could always perform the silencing charm. Oh yes, my sweet Ginny," she looked up quickly at him in surprise. That was the first time he had called her by her first name since he had come knocking at her house that fateful day. She looked back down at the floor when his gray eyes roamed her face. "You will love being married to me," he pulled her tightly against his body.
"Did you know you're a tease? You arouse me until I feel like exploding, and then you pull away at the last minute," Ginny could feel his muscular body shudder slightly. She gasped when she felt something hard against her stomach. "That's how much I want you. But it's this damn vow of yours to stay pure until you're married. Oh, are you still a virgin? Or did you let some man lay his dirty hands on you and make you his while I was gone?" his voice came out angry.
Ginny frowned at him. What business was it of his if she was still a virgin or not? "That's my bussiness, not yours," she said, stepping back from him.
He grabbed her wrist. "The hell it isn't."
His eyes were stormy and dangerous, turning hard like a rock. Ginny became frightened. "Please let go. You're hurting me," her voice trembled slightly as his grip tightened.
"Answer me!" his grip tightened more and Ginny cried out.
"Yes, I have kept my vow," she gasped.
He let go of her wrist. Ginny massaged it, noting how red it was. "Have you? I'll be expecting you tomorrow at the manor at three o'clock. Make sure you bring what you're planning to take when you move in with me. And pack all of your things, because you might not want to leave me once you're with me in my bed."
Ginny gasped. "Get out!" she snapped.
He held her chin in his hand. "Bye Mrs. Draco Malfoy," then he disapparated from her classroom.
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"Never!" Ginny cried passionately, turning back to the doors.
"Hey," Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him so that Ginny's back was against his front. "Don't walk away. Think about it," Ginny's face was flushed from being against him. "You need the money and I need someone to fill up the empty space on my bed."
"I'm sure one of your sluts will," Ginny said, as she vainly tried to loosen his hold on her. "God knows they're more than willing to."
"Yes they are, but I want YOU," he spun her around and grasped her arms. She stopped struggling and looked up at him through the dim light. His hand reached up and it lightly caressed her cheek before it traveled to her hair. With amazing gentleness, he pulled the ponytail loose, and her hair fell about her shoulders, catching the light of the fire. "Did you know that I wanted to do that all night?" his voice was hoarse.
Ginny remained silent as she let him pull her close. "You've been torturing me all week, and I didn't get to kiss you tonight," he said. "So I'll make up for it right now."
Ginny rested her hand on his chest as her eyes closed and her mouth parted. His lips immediately claimed hers. He kissed her hungrily and passionately, his mouth taking over hers. Ginny had to come up for breath, gasping slightly as she looked at him. She knew that the only reason she hadn't struggled with him, was because she had wanted him to kiss her.
"Draco," she whispered, shivering when she saw that his eyes were more black than gray. "Please, just give me the money and I promise I'll pay you back. Just give it to me so I can go."
"But you don't want to go," he pulled her closer against his body. "Come Ginny, say yes," he kissed her neck, and sucked on it, giving it a bite. She threw her head back and gasped. "You'll only have to stay married to me for six months," he pulled her away and took his hands off of her. "I want you to think on a clear head."
Ginny blinked. She still felt dazed from the contact with him, but he was right, she did need to think about his offer. He made his way to the door and turned the knob.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked.
He turned back to her. "I'll give you an hour to think." He opened the door and went out, closing the door behind him.
Ginny made her way to the couch and sat on it. he said she only had to stay married to him for six months, then after that they could get a divorce. She would get the money for her parents' house, and she was sure that Draco would get SOMETHING out of their marriage. If he didn't, then why else had he asked her?
And there was the whole problem of that bed thing. He probably, no, WOULD want to sleep with her. Ginny gulped. Maybe she could stay away from him when they got married, and she could sleep in a different room.
After going over this for an hour, she finally decided. Draco came back, looking at her troubled face.
"So?" he asked.
Ginny swallowed hard. "Yes, I will," Draco remained silent. "I-I really need the money now," she said.
"Would you like to go to Diagon Alley tonight or tomorrow?" he said.
"Diagon Alley?" Ginny was puzzled. "Why do we need to go there for?"
Draco's eyebrows immediately shot up. "Gringotts."
Ginny blushed. "Oh right. I'll meet you there tomorrow morning. Six o'clock sharp. I need to go now," she stood there looking at his dying fire. "Can I use your fireplace?"
"Be my guest, fiance," he smirked when she gave him a startled look. "Yes, you're engaged to me."
Ginny walked over to the fireplace and turned to Draco. "If you'll just make a better fire, I'll be on my way."
Draco walked over to his beside table and picked up his wand. He had the fire going strong a few minutes later. He stood there looking at her expectantly.
"Do you have any Floo Powder?" Draco nodded toward a black jar on the mantelpiece. Ginny took the lid off and grabbed a handful. She was about to throw it into the fire when Draco stopped her.
"Surely you're not going without giving me a good-bye kiss?" he said.
"No," she said, and threw the Floo Powder into the fire. "The Burrow," she said and was swept into the flames.
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Draco knew it had been foolish to propose to her, but not being able to see her everyday was pure hell for him. He had already lost her once, and he was determined not to let it happen again. He was positive he could make her love him again in six months. He already knew their attraction to eachother was too strong, and he knew she knew it too.
He would have to announce that he was engaged. I'll tell mum, he thought. Thought I don't think she would care. Pansy and all of the other girls that frequently went to bed with him would be beyond rage.
Being married to Ginny was going to be challenging and sweet.
* * *
It was a warm morning, the sky was a clear blue, with not a trace of a cloud in the sky. It was perfect April weather. Draco looked across the table at Ginny who was sipping her coffee and staring out the large window. They were at a restaurant that had just recently been opened in Diagon Alley.
It had taken some persistence to persuade Ginny to go have breakfast with him after they had gotten the money from his vault. Draco had seen the shocked look on Ginny's face when she had seen his vault which was filled with knuts, sickles, ang galleons. Draco had thought she was going to faint when he had told her that there were two other vaults that belonged to him that had just as much money in them as this one.
"Would now be a good time to start planning our wedding?" Draco said, wanting to hear her voice.
She glanced at him and quickly looked away again. "It's your wedding, Draco. Do whatever you want to do."
"It may be my wedding, but don't forget fiance, that you play a big part in it," Draco said. "Besides, the woman is suppose to plan things, not the man."
Ginny sighed. "Yes, I will. I just need to tell my parents first, and my brothers."
"The brothers," Draco leaned back on his chair. "I've forgotten all about them. Are they still over-protective of you/"
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know."
"They're not going to kill me, are they?"
Ginny gave a small laugh. "I can't read their minds, so I wouldn't know," she checked her watch. "I gotta go. I have to give this money to them before noon."
She stood up, and Draco admired her long legs showing u nder a navy blue plaid mini skirt. She wore a matching navy blue turtleneck. Even though she was a young woman, Draco loved how she sometimes dressed like a young teenager.
He stood up too. "Tell them today," he slipped his light jacket on. "About us getting married. Don't mention the money, or the deal's off." He walked over to her. He could feel her body go rigid. He bent and gave her a short kiss on her parted lips. He pulled away when he felt her start to respond. He smirked at her. "Tell them that you're moving in with me too," Draco walked away when he saw her open her mouth.
* ~ * ~
Oh I hate him! Ginny fumed as she angrily pushed open the restaurant doors. Marrying him was one thing, but moving in with him was another. But she would go with it if her mum and dad got to keep their house.
Upone entering the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny scanned the room for the man she had planned to meet to pay off the debts. She had tried to dress professionally this morning, but she had been in the mood for mini skirts.
Shat sat down at a table near the back, checking every person that entered the Leaky Cauldron. Finally she spotted the man. She waved at him and he walked over to her.
"Are you Miss Virginia Weasley?" he asked, offering her his hand.
She shook it and nodded. "Yes I am," they both sat down. Ginny dug around in her purse until she found the piece of paper. She handed it to him. "It's a note, with my signature on it. The money will be waiting for you at Gringotts. Just show them the note and they'll give it to you. And could you not mention my name when my parents ask who paid their debt?"
The man gave her a questioning look, but did not say anything. Thanking him, Ginny left to go back to the Burrow.
After stepping into her kitchen from the fireplace, Ginny swallowed hard. What was she suppose to tell her family? That she was going to marry their worst enemy? But Draco was right, she did need to tell her family. Ron would be the one who would take it badly. When Draco and Ginny were dating at Hogwarts, she had never told Ron, and he had never found out even after Draco and her had broken up.
I'll tell everyone tomorrow when they come for supper, Ginny thought. She saw her mum outside in the garden. She opened the kitchen door and walked out.
"Hell mum," Ginny said, kneeling next to her.
Mrs. Weasley looked up, her face red, prespiration on her forehead. "Hello Ginny. Where've you been?
"Out with Tilly," Ginny lied. She hesitated. She should tell her mum about her engagement before she told anybody else. "Mum? I have something to tell you, and please don't go mad when I do."
Mrs. Weasley sat back on her haunches, taking off her garden gloves and waited for Ginny to continue.
"Mum, I need you to understand that I'm doing this because I think it's the right thing for me to do. Draco and me are getting married," Ginny held her breath and waited for her mum's reaction.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened. "Ginny Weasley! Do not tell me you're marrying Draco Malfoy!" Ginny nodded. "When did this happen? How long have you two been together?"
"For almost a year," Ginny said, counting the months that they had been together at Hogwarts. She didn't think saying barely a month was really smart. "But mum, I love him," Ginny forced that dreaded word out.
Mrs. Weasley stared at Ginny closely. "I can't believe you didn't tell us that you and Draco have been together for a year," her voice was full of disappointment. "You're father is going to be angry," she paused. "When's the wedding?"
Ginny looked at her mum incredulously. No lectures? she thought. "What?"
"When is the wedding?" her mum repeated.
"We haven't planned that far ahead yet. He just asked me last night."
Her mum sighed. "If tis is what you want," she gave Ginny a look. "You ARE planning on having children, aren't you?"
The thought of having a child with Draco made her stomach lurch. "Mum," Ginny warned.
Mrs. Weasley gave her an innocent look. "What? So, when are you planning to tell your brothers? And your father?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Could you tell them for me? I'll tell Ron and the rest of them tomorrow."
* * *
Her brothers were seriously over-reacting. Every one of them were talking, or yelling in Ron's case, at her, all at once so their words blended together and didn't make any sense to Ginny.
Ginny sighed and rubbed her aching head. She caught Hermione's eyes on her, they were full of sympathy and puzzlement. Hermione had been as shocked as the rest of them when Ginny had announced that she was engaged.
"-being engaged to a Malfoy!" Ron was yelling. "The shame! After all the Malfoys have done to us! Insulting us and-"
"Ron, please," Ginny said. "I know perfectly well that they've insulted us countless times, but things are different now."
"Different my a-"
"Ron!" her mum said sternly. "Ginny needs our support, not our criticism. If you can't handle that, then don't speak to her at all," her mum came over and gave Ginny a hug. "I'm happy for you, dear."
Then one by one, Ginny received hugs and congratulations from all of her brothers and their wives. Finally it was Ron's turn. He walked up to her and looked at her in the eyes.
"Tell Malfoy that if he ever hurts you, I'm gonna kick his ass and sent him to hell," he gave her a small hug.
Their conversation was interrupted by Arianna running into the living room and Esmond running in after her with a garden snake in his hand. Arianna gave a scream and leapt into Hermione's arms.
"Mummy!" Arianna cried. "Esmond has a snake and won't leave me alone!"
Ron gave George a scow, but his voice was laced with amusement. "Your son is misbehaving again. He's scaring the living daylights out of my daughter."
George frowned at Esmond who kept pretending to throw the writhing snake at Arianna, who screamed each time he flung it up. "Esmond, what happened to the Dung bombs I gave you?"
Esmond stopped teasing Arianna and stood in rapt attention. "Me and Malcolm used them in Mrs. Hartford's class," he said.
Mrs. Hartford was a kind old lady who taught first grade at the Excellcur School. All of the Weasley children went there. In fact, it was the only school for little witches and wizards for miles around.
"I told you to save them for tonight-" George faltered as Sophie glared at him.
"George Weasley!" she said sternly. "I told you not to give our sons any Dungbombs! The last time you did, they let it off in a restaurant."
"But the restaurant was so boring mum," Esmond said seriously. "They needed some excitement. Plus, some of the people there looked like they needed the excercise."
"It was a fancy restaurant," Sophie sighed. "It's where people go to eat and relax, not run."
Ginny laughed. "Come on Esmond," she held out her hand, and he took it with his left one since the sanke was still in his right hand. "Let's go free that snake before you give Arianna a heart attack."
During supper that night, with the adults sitting in the kitchen and the children sitting in the living room, Ginny suddenly remembered something. She looked up from her dessert.
"I forgot to tell you something," at the sound of her voice, everybody stopped eating and looked up. "Draco wants me to move in with him."
Ron stood up so fast that his chair toppled over. "You will not move in with him until you are married to that bastard!" he said angrily. He was still steaming at the prospect of Ginny becoming a Malfoy.
"Lower your voice Ron!" Hermione frowned at him. "The children will hear."
Ron continued as if he hadn't heard her. "I will not allow my little sister to go through that!"
Ginny sighed, suddenly feeling tired. "I've already told him yes, and I plan to stick to my word. And I'm not your little sister anymore. Ron, please accept it. I'm going to be Draco Malfoy's wife," because I can't accept it myself, Ginny thought.
* * *
Ginny was in her classroom, cleaning up after the mess the children had made. The bell had just rang half an hour ago, dismissing school. She went back to her desk and sat down, getting out some papers to grade. She was so involved in her work, she didn't realize someone else was in the room until someone cleared their throat.
She looked up in surprise and frowned at who she saw. "What do you want now?" she snapped.
"I've come to ask if you're moving in tomorrow or the next day," Draco said, his eyes flickering to her neck.
Ginny touched her neck. There was a purple and blue mark where he had kissed and bit her neck two days ago, and it was very noticable if she didn't leave her hair down.
"B-but that's too fast! I can't pack and move in that fast!" she said.
"Then I take it you'll move in the next day. Today's Monday, so I'll expect you on Wednesday. I'll make sure our room is ready," he said.
"O-our room?" stammered Ginny.
"Yes our room."
"I want my own though!" she stood up. You never said we had to share a room."
Draco shrugged. "I forgot. Besides, what will they think of an engaged couple having separate rooms?"
"I don't care what they think! I want my own room!" Ginny knew she was acting childish.
Draco looked silently at her. "Are you sure you want your own room?"
"Positive."
"Oh, well you're not getting it."
Ginny's mouth opened in complete surprise. She hadn't expected that kind of answer from him. "I-I can't believe you-"
Draco pulled a small velvet case out of his pocket. He opened it and put it in front of Ginny's face. Ginny was struck speechless. Lying there was a gold ring with an exquisitely cut emerald surrounded by diamonds.
"Draco?" she said, confused.
"It's your ring," Draco said, taking the ring out of the box.
"Mine?" Ginny repeated faintly as he took her hand and slipped it on her finger.
He drew her close and looked into her puzzled brown eyes. "Yes yours. You deserve to have the best and be spoiled. You didn't get that in your childhood, so I'll make up for it now, when you're my wife."
Ginny was surprised by his sudden show of tenderness. "My family might be poor, and I was not spoiled, but I was happy. You don't need money to be happy," Ginny saw a puzzled look in his eyes. Of course he didn't know what she was talking about. She stepped back from him. "I can't keep this ring-" she proceeded to take it off, but his hands suddenly stopped her.
"Give it back and it will be an insult to me and my mum."
"Your mum?"
Draco nodded. "She was the one that picked it out."
"And she had no problem that you're marrying a Weasley?"
He shrugged. "She doesn't show it. She worries more about herself than anything else."
Ginny hesitated and looked down at the ring which was sparkling in the light. She looked back at him and swallowed hard. "Draco," she said. "You can't ask me to keep this. It must've cost a lot of money. . ."
"Stop worrying about money," Draco said, sounding irritated. "It's yours and you should keep it and stop arguing with me, because I want to kiss you."
Before Ginny could protest, he had pulled her close and his mouth was on hers. Ginny sighed and surrendered herself to him as he kissed her passionately and furiously. His need was so apparent to her. He had never been the type to hide his needs from her. There was a soft bang and a click. Ginny looked over and saw Draco holding his wand that was pointed at the door.
"What-"
Draco put his wand back in his pocket. "I couldn't have anyone walk in on us while we were doing something," he smirked.
He pulled her close and began kissing her again. Ginny was overwhelmed at his touch and passionate kisses. His hand traveled to her blous and began unbuttoning them with patience and fingers that showed that he was an expert at this. He pulled her blouse off and dropped it on the floor. Ginny was left wearing her modest white bra. His mouth traveled to her breasts, kissing the top of her breasts. He reached behind her and proceeded to take the bra off, but Ginny forced herself to stop him.
"No," she said, trying to regain her senses. "You can't. This is a classroom. . ."
He laughed. "I wouldn't've cared less if it was in the middle of the street."
She reluctantly stpped away from him and picked up her blouse. "No, we can't." She put her blouse back on and buttoned it up. She turned back to him to find a grim expression on his face.
"It will happen sooner or later," he said. "On our wedding night, shall we say?"
Ginny turned a light shade of red, but didn't answer him.
"You think you can avoid me after our wedding? Well you won't be able to, because I intend to spend every waking moment of the six months that we're married, making slow sweet love to you," he walked over to her and brushed her hair back from her blushing face. "But don't worry, you can scream as loud as you want. The manor's walls are thick, and we could always perform the silencing charm. Oh yes, my sweet Ginny," she looked up quickly at him in surprise. That was the first time he had called her by her first name since he had come knocking at her house that fateful day. She looked back down at the floor when his gray eyes roamed her face. "You will love being married to me," he pulled her tightly against his body.
"Did you know you're a tease? You arouse me until I feel like exploding, and then you pull away at the last minute," Ginny could feel his muscular body shudder slightly. She gasped when she felt something hard against her stomach. "That's how much I want you. But it's this damn vow of yours to stay pure until you're married. Oh, are you still a virgin? Or did you let some man lay his dirty hands on you and make you his while I was gone?" his voice came out angry.
Ginny frowned at him. What business was it of his if she was still a virgin or not? "That's my bussiness, not yours," she said, stepping back from him.
He grabbed her wrist. "The hell it isn't."
His eyes were stormy and dangerous, turning hard like a rock. Ginny became frightened. "Please let go. You're hurting me," her voice trembled slightly as his grip tightened.
"Answer me!" his grip tightened more and Ginny cried out.
"Yes, I have kept my vow," she gasped.
He let go of her wrist. Ginny massaged it, noting how red it was. "Have you? I'll be expecting you tomorrow at the manor at three o'clock. Make sure you bring what you're planning to take when you move in with me. And pack all of your things, because you might not want to leave me once you're with me in my bed."
Ginny gasped. "Get out!" she snapped.
He held her chin in his hand. "Bye Mrs. Draco Malfoy," then he disapparated from her classroom.
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Sorry it took me forever to get this chapter out! And we did lose our b-ball game by four points. Anway, like good fans, go and REVIEW! super sailor saturn39