Thank you to everyone who reviewed me! I found your reviews very comforting to know that I'm not copying somebody else's plot. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I made it extra long as a consolation. I wrote it on my notebook in tiny print and it was 16 pages! Well enjoy! And sorry if the spelling's bad, I didn't feel like checking it over.
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Ginny took the rest of the week off, spending all day Wednesday packing. She never knew she owned so much clothes. She had decided to pack everything, since she was suppose to make her family believe that she was going to spend the rest of her life with Draco.
"Where's your box of summer clothes?" Mrs. Weasley asked, coming into Ginny's room.
"It's in the kitchen on the table," Ginny said as she continued to pack.
Mrs. Weasley came and sat down on the bed. "Mr. Laine called on me. He said we could keep our house."
"What?" Ginny put on a look of surprise.
"Seems like someone paid off our debt."
"Really? Who?"
"He wouldn't tell us. Seems like whoever paid off our debt wants to remain anonymous."
"They must be rich."
"Must be," Mrs. Wealsey said. She looked around Ginny's cluttered room. "How are you to get everything to the Malfoy's?"
Ginny shrugged. "I guess I'll have to make a few trips."
Mrs. Weasley got up, walked over to Ginny and hugged her. "You know you're welcome back any time you feel homesick."
Ginny hugged her back. "I know mum."
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Ginny was just closing the last box when there was a knock at the door. She heard her mum open the door. Thinking it was Mr. Laine, Ginny continued to pack. She heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley appeared at her door. Ginny turned and her eyes widened and she found herself flushing with pleasure. Towering at least a foot and a half over Mrs. Weasley was Draco. "Mr. Malfoy is here to see you. I have to go do some things in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley left, leaving Ginny and Draco staring at each other.
Ginny quickly scanned the room to make sure none of her undergarments were laying in sight. "What are you doing here?" she asked, turning her attention back to him.
He stepped into the room. "I thought you might need help moving things, so I brought some help."
As soon as he said that, a line of ten house elves came into the room. Ginny recognized Cheak among them. They looked on in fear at Draco.
"You are so lucky Hermione isn't here," Ginny said.
Draco laughed. "Would she start S.P.E.W. again if she were?"
Ginny couldn't help but laugh too. "I'm sure she would."
"Are you all done packing?"
Ginny nodded. "Yes."
Draco turned to the elves. "Go carry the boxes to the fireplace and take them to the Manor," he said in an authoritive voice.
They immediately hastened to obey his order. So with two elves per box, they took Ginny's boxes downstairs.
Ginny picked up a rather large box and started towards the doorway. Stepping on some newspaper, her foot flew from under her as she let go of the box which landed heavily in the hallway. Ginny felt herself fall backwards as she instinctively reached out with her right hand and grabbed at her bed. Her hand got caught in the narrow space between the mattress and the board at the foot of the bed. As Ginny hit the floor, hot pain rushed up her arm. She cried out as she laid still.
Draco was immediately beside her. "Are you all right?" he looked worried.
"My wrist," Ginny groaned.
Draco held her hurt hand in his warm ones and carefully felt it. "I don't think you broke anything," he helped her sit up.
Ginny saw white dots dancing in front of her as pain continued to shoot up her arm. "I'm such a klutz."
Draco bent his head and kissed her injured wrist. "A kiss to make it better," he said. "Can you stand up?"
Ginny nodded and pushed herself up. She moved her right hand slowly, but then stopped as that action inflicted more pain. She sighed as she looked at the spilled contents of the box.
"Let the elves pick it up," Draco said, taking her by the shoulders and leading her towards the stairs. "You can come and rest at the Manor. Your mum will tell the elves what to take," they entered the kitchen and Mrs. Weasley looked up.
"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Ginny's pale face. "What's wrong?"
"I hurt my wrist," Ginny said as Draco stood silently beside her.
"Are you all right? Do you want me to call on the doctor?" Mrs. Weasley rushed to Ginny's side.
"Oh no. I'm all right, mum. Draco wants me to go to the Manor and rest," Ginny said, hoping that Mrs. Weasley would insist that Ginny stay at the Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley glanced at Draco and nodded. "All right. I'll take care of the rest of your things."
"My elves will come back for the rest of her things," Draco said. Mrs. Weasley nodded, and Draco held Ginny tighter. "Hold on," he whispered. Ginny felt the familiar feelings of Disapparating. Already feeling dizzy, Ginny held tightly to Draco and buried her face in his warm sweater. Then the sensations stopped and she opened her eyes. They were standing outside, with double wooden doors in front of them. It was big enough to challenge that of Hogwarts' double doors.
Draco lead her inside. The walls were of stone. The floors were an off-white marble. Torches hung on the walls, with beautiful tapestries here and there.
"I-Is this a castle?" Ginny asked as she was lead up a flight of stairs.
"No. This is just a larger-than-usual manor," Draco replied. Ginny sensed that he was eager to tell her about this manor.
"Really? Tell me more," Ginny encouraged him.
"Well, this manor's been in my family since the 1700s. Except in the 1820s when the Peirrings took it from my family. The Peirrings were the our worst enemies. They caught my grea-great-great-great grandfather, Elios Malfoy, off guard. But he fought, and by the 1830s, this Manor was back in his posession. He fell in love with Landon Peirring's daughter. Against her father's wishes, Evette Peirring married Elios. They had a son, and about a few weeks after the birth, Evette was murdered with the Avada Kadavra curse. Some say that it was one of Evette's former fiancee, overcome with jealousy."
"How tragic," Ginny said.
"Yes, it is. But no one's for sure who killed her. Rumor was that Elios's younger brother, Leeghan, who killed her. He was known to be jealous of Elios, because Elios, being the older one, had inherited everything. Well, Elios went mad with grief. The villagers thought he would commit suicide or curse everything in sight. Elios's son was barely two months old, and Elios completely forgot that he even had a son. But before Evette had died, she had hired a nanny for him. Then one day, the nanny left without giving a reason for her sudden departure. So the house elves cared for Elios's son. Then a young woman came to file for the position of the nanny. Elios was struck by her beauty. Soon he fell in love with her, and she with him. They married and had three children."
"What started tragic ended happily," Ginny said.
Draco nodded. "Yes. I would like to show you the gallery later."
She smiled at him. "That'd be wonderful." Geez, I wish he was like this all the time, she thought.
They stopped in front of the door that lead to Draco's room. He opened it, and Ginny could see all the things in there that she hadn't when she had come at night. Sun light shone through the two huge windows, casting a cheery light on all his expensive wooden furniture. A bed big enough to fit three people was decorated in navy blue silk sheets and drapes. The floor was of a soft cream colored carpet.
Draco led into the room, then shut the door. She was still examining the room when she felt herself being lifted and held against his warm body. She immediately put her unhurt arm around Draco's neck.
"I can walk," she said. "I hurt my wrist, not my leg."
He ignored her and carried her over to the couch and carefully laid her down. "Are you hungry?" he didn't wait for her to answer. "I'll have the elves fix you some soup."
"How many house elves do you have?"
He shrugged. "Around twenty-five. The Manor's big, it needs a lot of care."
Ginny nodded. "I see."
"I suppose I should tell you some things. Dinner's at six o'clock sharp. Don't be late. My mum wants to keep up family traditioins. Dinner tends to last for about two hours."
"Two hours?!"
"The Malfoys have held that tradition since this manor belonged to us. Half an hour with salad, then half with soup, then appetizers, and then the main course."
"But I wouldn't have room for the main course!" Ginny bit her lip. "I don't think I could sit at that table with your mum for two whole hours."
"Usually it's an hour and a half, though sometimes an hour if she's not up to sitting for two hours."
Ginny sighed in relief. "Oh good."
"Would you like me to heal your wrist?" Draco said, taking out his wand. Ginny nodded and watched as sparkling purple lights shot out of his wand and gather at her wrist. Her skin absorbed it, and her pain began to disappear.
"Thank you," she said as the pain faded.
"You still can't move it for a while though."
"All right."
Draco left, and Ginny looked around the room again. She got up and went to the window. It looked out onto a huge garden with every kind and color of flower. A fountain stood in the middle, shooting up jets of water. A path lead through the garden and disappeared into some trees.
After waiting in vain for Draco's return, Ginny decided to explore her "new home". She left his room and wandered down the corridor. She opened every door that she came across. Each room contained magnificent decorations and furniture. She went down the stairs and was in the main hall. To her right was the dining room, a very spacious dining room at that. The sitting room was right next to the dining room, and it too was spacious. Ginny wandered some more until she reached the library, where she had popped out of the fireplace days ago when she needed to ask him a favor.
The library had one large window to the side. Most of the books were a little dusty, and a comfortable- looking chair was by the window. Ginny lost herself in examining the thousands of books. She was so wrapped up, she practically jumped out of her skin when a house elf spoke to her.
"Mistress, Master Malfoy wants to see you in his room."
She followed the elf to Draco's room. Once there, the elf left them.
"I'm sorry. I was touring the Manor. I didn't get very far though."
"Would you like a guide?" Draco said.
Ginny agreed and she set out with him. He showed her the rest of the house, and finally the dungeons. The dungeons had at least ten different cells. It was cold and damp, and a sour odor hung about. Ginny was chilled through by the time they were back in the room.
"You look pale," Draco looked at her white face. He touched her. "You're cold too. The dungeons had a bad effect on you," he lead her over to the bed and pulled back the sheets and made her lay down, much to her protest. A knock came at the door. Draco came back a moment later with a tray in his hands. "The soup will warm you up."
Ginny wasn't up for eating. She felt so cold. Just the thought of being a prisoner in the dungeon was enough to make her shiver. "I don't think I can eat."
Draco picked up the spoon, and dipped it into the soup. "Don't make me treat you like a baby," he said, holding the spoon close to her lips.
She gently but firmly pushed his hand away. "I can't eat. I feel like my breakfast is about to come up. The dungeons smelled horrible! Like rotting flesh," she gave a shiver as she remembered the smell. "I'll never ever go down there again."
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Ginny sighed and threw herself down on Draco's bed. Dinner had been horrible. Narcissa had talked to Ginny with a mocking tone. Her words were polite, but her voice was cold. She seemed fond of making traps, so that Ginny would have to falter and stutter and sound like a fool to get out of it. Her traps were so unexpected, that Ginny had had to concentrate hard on what Narcissa said. Ginny was such a nervous wreck during the whole meal, that she was not able to taste the four course meal.
Draco had kept quiet, keeping his head bowed slightly. Ginny had excused herself from the coffee and had come upstairs.
"You OK?" Draco asked, coming into the room and sitting on the bed.
Ginny sighed again and sat up. "Your mum is as charming as a Hungarian Horntail."
Draco laughed and pulled her to her feet. "Yeah, she's one of a kind. Come on downstairs, my mum wants to talk to you about the wedding."
Ginny pulled her hand away from his as heat started coursing through her body. "All right."
Toether they made their way to the sitting room. Narcissa was sitting in an armchair off to the side of the fireplace. Her blue dress was magnificent and looked perfect on her tall slim frame. A diamond necklace circled her neck, with matching earrings in her ears. She looked at them as they went and sat down.
"Virginia," Narcissa said. "Draco's told me you haven't set a date for the wedding."
"No, we haven't," Ginny said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well June is the PERFECT month to get married. Towards the end I would propose. The twenty-sixth is the day. Lucius had wanted our wedding to be in January. The cold and bleak month. I had objected of course, but he had insisted on it, and once he had decided on something, no one could change his mind. So we did get married in January, much to my disappointment."
Ginny didn't think an answer was required of her, so she remained silent.
"So I shall schedule the wedding in June. Let's see, so that would give us about two months and a half to get ready for the wedding. This will be such fun! You'll have to get fit for your wedding dress," her eyes passed over Ginny's slender body. "We'll have to send out invitations and. . . Oh! I have a wonderful idea. How about a party? To announce your engagement? I'll arrange it immediately. How about we make it on Sunday? That will give us four days to prepare. That's not very much time, I know, but I can't wait until next week-"
Ginny tried to concentrate on Narcissa's non-stop chatter, but she found her eyes traveling over to Draco. The fire light cast an orange glow to his face. He was clearly tuning his mum out, because he was staring hard into the fire. His lips were set in a firm line. Ginny had the strong and sudden urge to kiss him. The urge was so strong that she had to take a big gulp of the scalding hot coffee to prevent herself from getting up and throwing herself on him.
She stared at him for a while, before he turned and met her eyes. They stared at each other. Ginny bit her lip as she felt the urge to kiss him. Her hormones were seriously over-reacting.
She stood up quickly to break they eye contact. "I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy. I'm tired and wish to go to bed," she gave a nod to Narcissa who didn't bother to give any sign that she had heard what Ginny had said. Ginny left and tried to find her way back to DRaco's room. Upon finding it, she oopened the door and looked at th eboxes that were in a corner contain all her clothes. She found the box containing her pajamas. Glancing at the door nervously, she slipped out of her dressy robes and into the light blue tank-top and matching PJ pants. She felt uncomfortable in the tank-top, but she was too tired to go through all the boxes to find a more appropriate shirt.
Ginny had no idea where she was going to sleep. She finally decided on the couch, since the thought of sleeping in Draco's bed where he had made love with other women made her feel sick.
There came a hesitant knock on the door.
"Come in," she called.
Cheak peered cautiously around the door. "Mistress, I've come to fix the fire," Cheak made his way to the almost dying fire. Another elf followed, struggling with and armload of wood that was almost as big as it was.
"Do you need help with that?" Ginny rushed to the elf's side.
The elf's blue eyes widened in horror, and it shook its head furiously and quickened its steps to the fireplace.
"Looney doesn't trust humans, Mistress. He thinks. . ." Cheak trailed off. "We'll be about our business, Mistress, and be on our way."
Ginny nodded and sat on Draco's bed and watched them poke and add more wood to the fire. When they were done, Ginny stood up.
"Are there any pillows anywhere?"
Cheak gave her a puzzled look. "I'll go get them for you, Mistress," he said and left, with Looney following. A few minutes later, he returned with a couple of pillows. Ginny thanked him and he left. She conjured up a sleeping bag, (AN: don't ask me how she can conjure up a sleeping bag, but not a pillow) and made a bed on the couch. She layed down and tried to get comfortable. Her feet hung over the side, but she was pretty comfortable. She closed her eyes and immediately a picture of Draco on top of her, kissing her. . . touching her. . . Her eyes snapped opened in horror.
"Get a grip on yourself Ginny!" she scolded herself. She closed her eyes again and tried to block out that same picture of Draco and her. About an hour later, she finally drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed of Draco making love to her. She moaned, but found out she was too out of breath to moan. She opened her eyes and felt something heavy on top of her, and somebody's lips were on hers. Hands were squeezing and massaging her breasts. She gasped a gasp that was silenced by the mouth that was kissing her. She pushed at what was on top of her and realized that it was Draco. He drew his hand from her breasts and pushed himself up with his arms, so that he could look at her, but was still on top of her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Get off of me!" she cried, pushing him again. Her heart was beating furiously, and her whole body felt hot. Draco obeyed and got up. "What do you think you were doing?" she said indignantly.
A flicker of puzzlement crossed his eyes, but disappeared immediately. "You called out my name and begged me to make love to you."
Ginny glared at him. "I would never do that!"
"Well you did," he glanced at her chest.
She looked too, and blushed hotly. Her tank- top was pulled up so that it showed one of her breast, and the other was barely hidden. She quickly pulled her tank- top back down.
He smiled slyly. "That was a lovely sight. And as soft to the touch as I remember from our Hogwart days."
"Shut up!" she snapped. "Don't ever do that again!"
"You know you wanted it as bad as I did. The way you were looking at me in the sitting room, I knew what you were thinking about. I just simply made your thoughts into reality. Admit it Weasley, the attraction between us is too powerful. And if you hadn't wanted me to kiss and touch you, then why did you beg me to? And why did you let it go on for so long?"
Ginny turned away from his mocking gaze. "I was dreaming and half asleep, so I didn't know what you were doing."
"Dreaming? What of?"
"None of your bloody business!"
Draco's mouth set in a thin line. "I'm not a patient man, darling. Don't make me force it out of you. Remember, I always get what I want."
Ginny pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned away from him. "Just leave me alone."
"The hell I will," he said grimly.
Ginny suddenly felt herself being lifted from the couch. "Put me down!" she said angrily.
Draco held her tightly to him so that she had to stop struggling. "Do you know how much I ache to make you mine? Do you know how much my body yearns for you? If I don't make love to you soon, I'll go mad. Why are you so afraid to let me close to you?"
Ginny looked up at him and said quietly: "I told you when you first showed up at my house. You broke my heart, it's still mending. Don't try to break it again, because it's still vulnerable."
Draco's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly. "Oh Ginny," he whispered before he kissed her. Ginny immediately closed her eyes and responded to him. She felt the couch beneath her and Draco climbing on top of her. She lost all thoughts and her conscience seemed to evaporate as she put her arms around him and pulled him closer. She felt his arm beneath her, lifting her up. He trailed kisses down her neck and stopped at her breasts. He kissed where her heart was. She opened her glazed eyes and looked down at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I hope my kiss will give your heart strength to help it heal faster."
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He knew she was hurting. Her face was so expressive, and her eyes told everything she could not hide from him. She was still hurting after all this time. He could tell that he had lost her trust forever. In the eight months that she was going to live here, he was going to win her love and trust back.
Ginny shook her head and pushed him away. "I'm sorry too, Draco. But I'm afraid nothing you do is going to make it heal faster," she stared into the fire. "Please let me sleep."
Draco got off of her for the second time that night, and immediately felt that familiar stab of emptiness that he often experienced when he was not holding her against him. He left her and went to lay in his big empty bed. He wondered what it would be like to wake up next to Ginny for the rest of his life, and to have the freedom to make love with each other whenever they wanted.
He was confused about her. She had called out his name and had asked him to make love to her. He hadn't needed to be asked twice. She had no idea how much his body craved her. He had had an idea that she was talking in her sleep, but he wanted her so badly that it was unbearable. But he would have to keep his distance until she got used to everything.
So feeling empty, he drifted off to sleep.
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Ginny woke up the next morning and looked around, confused. Then everything came back to her. She got up and decided to take a shower. After finding the clothes she wanted, her lotions, shampoo, and conditioner, she entered Draco's spacious bathroom.
The shower refreshed her, washing away her grogginess. She got out of the shower and rubbed the lotion on. She slipped into a pair of faded old jeans and a T-shirt since she was planning to unpack her things. Draco had put a couple more dressers in his room so she could put her clothes in it. A wardrobe had also been put in to hang up her dresses and skirts.
She had just finished putting away some skirts and was starting on another box, when Draco came in. He raised his eyebrows as he looked around at his messy room.
"Sorry," Ginny said as she stood up. "I'll clean it up. I'm almost done."
"No good morning kiss? Or did you get your fill of my good night kiss?"
Ginny turned red as she remembered, but refused to reply. She began opening another box to hide her red face.
"Do you ride?" he asked, leaning against the wall.
Ginny looked up. "Ride?"
"Yes, ride. You know, ride horses? I was going to give you a tour of the grounds."
"I didn't know you owned horses," Ginny said in surprise.
"They're not exactly horses."
"Oh," Ginny bit her lip, not really wanting to ask the question but needing to know the answer. "So, what do you wear when you ride horses?"
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Ginny ended up wearing what she had on with a sweatshirt over her shirt. It was beautiful outside. The sky was a clear blue, with the sun shining. The weather was perfect, not too hot, and not too cold.
Draco had been right, the horses weren't exactly horses. There were about six horses with manes the color of shining gold, and their coloring was of a light shade of blue. Their eyes were of midnight blue.
"They're absolutely beautiful!" Ginny gasped. "What are they?"
"They're descendents of the unicorns. It's said that they were once related to the unicorns. One sixteenth of their blood is of unicorn blood. They're very rare and expensive."
"I don't doubt that," Ginny said, petting one.
They set out, Ginny on a gentle female one, and Draco on a bad tempered male horse. Draco had admitted with a hint of pride that he was the only one that could control the ill-tempered horse.
The grounds were vast. Woods sat towards the back of the Manor. The garden was to the side. Trees grew along a road that lead to the Manor, as if they were welcoming the visitor. Ginny saw the front of the Manor when she was riding back up, and she knew that she had fallen in love with the Manor.
Draco had lead her to the woods, which seemed magical. There was a clearing in the middle, the sun shone brightly on it, and flowers grew there.
They had lunch together in Draco's room, chatting about the grounds. The subject came around to the upcoming party.
"My niece and nephews can come, can't they?" Ginny said.
Draco nodded. "I'll arrange for a nanny to take care of them."
"They'll love it here!" Ginny said enthusiastically, her brown eyes sparkling.
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The next few days passed, with Ginny trying to get used to everything. She still slept on the couch, and Draco did not try to kiss. In fact, he seemed to be keeping his distance. For some odd reason this bothered her.
Sunday rolled around. Narcissa had thankfully cancelled dinner because the party started at seven. Ginny had invited her whole family, Tilly included.
Draco had been gone all day yesterday, saying he had to go take care of some business. So Ginny had gone to buy a dress for the party. Draco had given her more than enough money to go and buy the dress. Thankfully the dress was not too expensive, so Ginny had given Draco back the money that she hadn't spent, much to his protests.
Ginny had spent all day in the ballroom on the main floor, helping the elves decorate the ballroom. The ballroom was circular in shape with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. The elves had scrubbed and polished the whole room until the light cream and light brown marble reflected everything like a mirror.
Afterwards, Ginny had gone to soak in the bath, rubbing on her honeysuckle lotion after she was done. She had the whole room to herself, since Draco was downstairs with his mum, making sure everything was in order.
Ginny went to the bed and picked up the dress that she had bought. She slipped it on. It felt like the dress was made to fit her body. She went over to look in the full length mirror, admiring the dress. The dress was of pale peach, strapless, and hugged her breasts and small waist. The dress was full length and grazed the floor, but with her high heels on, it was a perfect length. She twisted her hair into a fancy twist, curling some tendrils of hair that hung on her shoulders. She put on the diamon earrings that her mum had given her last year for her birthday. She applied a touch of gold eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and light pink lipstick on. She slipped on the matching pale peach high heels and looked back at the mirror.
She took a deep breath. "OK Ginny. You can do this," she glanced at the clock: 6:46. The guests would be arriving soon. She took another deep breath and set out to go to the ballroom. As she walked down the corridor, she saw Draco in a black suit walking towards her. He stopped four feet in front of her. She thought he drew a sharp breath, but it was probably just her imagination. He examined her from head to toe.
"I have something for you," he said. That was when she noticed the long velvet case in his hands. He slowly opened it.
Ginny gasped. Lying there as a diamond necklace, glittering in the light. She touched her bare neck. "D-Draco," she faltered, loss for any more words.
He took it out of the case and put it on her. The silver was cold against her neck. Draco's hand lingered on her neck, sending little shivers down her spine.
"You shouldn't have gotten me this. You're going to spoil me," Ginny protested, touching the necklace.
He took her hands in his. "You deserve it. Now kiss me," he said.
Ginny couldn't resist even if she wanted to. She closed her eyes and waited for his lips. He kissed her in such a way that she knew he wanted her desperately. She finally had to stop him after a while, since she was beginning to be aware of the time, and the fact that she was running out of air.
"You're going to smudge my lipstick," she said lamely.
He looked into her eyes. "I can't help but kiss you."
His gaze made her body heat up. "We better get downstairs."
They both made their way downstairs and into the ballroom where they greeted guests. Ginny didn't know half of them. They all gave her a cool searching look, but greeted her politely nontheless. Her family came a few minutes later. Ginny was overjoyed to see them since she hadn't seen some of them for over a week.
"Mum!" she embraced her mum. The kids were holding onto their parents' hand, looking around shyly. Ginny bent down and spread her arms. Arianna was the first to run into them. She looked absolutely adorable in a blue dress.
"You look like a princess Auntie!" she said, smiling sweetly at Ginny.
"Not as much as you do," Ginny said, giving her a kiss. The nanny that Draco had hired came by then and stood respectfully beside Ginny. The nanny was about four years older than Ginny and was absolutely gorgeous. She had long wavy honey colored hair that shone. Her eyes were the color of green apples. She was of a sweet and fun nature, and her French accent was charming. She smiled at the children.
"This is Miss Grace. She'll take care of all of you tonight," Ginny said as she gave Arianna a slight push. Reassured by their parents, the rest of the children followed Grace to the second floor.
Ginny greeted the rest of her family and beckoned them into the ballroom. She greeted more guests. She happened to glance at the doorway and saw someone with uncontrollable black hair that sent her heart soaring with joy.
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Ginny took the rest of the week off, spending all day Wednesday packing. She never knew she owned so much clothes. She had decided to pack everything, since she was suppose to make her family believe that she was going to spend the rest of her life with Draco.
"Where's your box of summer clothes?" Mrs. Weasley asked, coming into Ginny's room.
"It's in the kitchen on the table," Ginny said as she continued to pack.
Mrs. Weasley came and sat down on the bed. "Mr. Laine called on me. He said we could keep our house."
"What?" Ginny put on a look of surprise.
"Seems like someone paid off our debt."
"Really? Who?"
"He wouldn't tell us. Seems like whoever paid off our debt wants to remain anonymous."
"They must be rich."
"Must be," Mrs. Wealsey said. She looked around Ginny's cluttered room. "How are you to get everything to the Malfoy's?"
Ginny shrugged. "I guess I'll have to make a few trips."
Mrs. Weasley got up, walked over to Ginny and hugged her. "You know you're welcome back any time you feel homesick."
Ginny hugged her back. "I know mum."
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Ginny was just closing the last box when there was a knock at the door. She heard her mum open the door. Thinking it was Mr. Laine, Ginny continued to pack. She heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley appeared at her door. Ginny turned and her eyes widened and she found herself flushing with pleasure. Towering at least a foot and a half over Mrs. Weasley was Draco. "Mr. Malfoy is here to see you. I have to go do some things in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley left, leaving Ginny and Draco staring at each other.
Ginny quickly scanned the room to make sure none of her undergarments were laying in sight. "What are you doing here?" she asked, turning her attention back to him.
He stepped into the room. "I thought you might need help moving things, so I brought some help."
As soon as he said that, a line of ten house elves came into the room. Ginny recognized Cheak among them. They looked on in fear at Draco.
"You are so lucky Hermione isn't here," Ginny said.
Draco laughed. "Would she start S.P.E.W. again if she were?"
Ginny couldn't help but laugh too. "I'm sure she would."
"Are you all done packing?"
Ginny nodded. "Yes."
Draco turned to the elves. "Go carry the boxes to the fireplace and take them to the Manor," he said in an authoritive voice.
They immediately hastened to obey his order. So with two elves per box, they took Ginny's boxes downstairs.
Ginny picked up a rather large box and started towards the doorway. Stepping on some newspaper, her foot flew from under her as she let go of the box which landed heavily in the hallway. Ginny felt herself fall backwards as she instinctively reached out with her right hand and grabbed at her bed. Her hand got caught in the narrow space between the mattress and the board at the foot of the bed. As Ginny hit the floor, hot pain rushed up her arm. She cried out as she laid still.
Draco was immediately beside her. "Are you all right?" he looked worried.
"My wrist," Ginny groaned.
Draco held her hurt hand in his warm ones and carefully felt it. "I don't think you broke anything," he helped her sit up.
Ginny saw white dots dancing in front of her as pain continued to shoot up her arm. "I'm such a klutz."
Draco bent his head and kissed her injured wrist. "A kiss to make it better," he said. "Can you stand up?"
Ginny nodded and pushed herself up. She moved her right hand slowly, but then stopped as that action inflicted more pain. She sighed as she looked at the spilled contents of the box.
"Let the elves pick it up," Draco said, taking her by the shoulders and leading her towards the stairs. "You can come and rest at the Manor. Your mum will tell the elves what to take," they entered the kitchen and Mrs. Weasley looked up.
"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Ginny's pale face. "What's wrong?"
"I hurt my wrist," Ginny said as Draco stood silently beside her.
"Are you all right? Do you want me to call on the doctor?" Mrs. Weasley rushed to Ginny's side.
"Oh no. I'm all right, mum. Draco wants me to go to the Manor and rest," Ginny said, hoping that Mrs. Weasley would insist that Ginny stay at the Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley glanced at Draco and nodded. "All right. I'll take care of the rest of your things."
"My elves will come back for the rest of her things," Draco said. Mrs. Weasley nodded, and Draco held Ginny tighter. "Hold on," he whispered. Ginny felt the familiar feelings of Disapparating. Already feeling dizzy, Ginny held tightly to Draco and buried her face in his warm sweater. Then the sensations stopped and she opened her eyes. They were standing outside, with double wooden doors in front of them. It was big enough to challenge that of Hogwarts' double doors.
Draco lead her inside. The walls were of stone. The floors were an off-white marble. Torches hung on the walls, with beautiful tapestries here and there.
"I-Is this a castle?" Ginny asked as she was lead up a flight of stairs.
"No. This is just a larger-than-usual manor," Draco replied. Ginny sensed that he was eager to tell her about this manor.
"Really? Tell me more," Ginny encouraged him.
"Well, this manor's been in my family since the 1700s. Except in the 1820s when the Peirrings took it from my family. The Peirrings were the our worst enemies. They caught my grea-great-great-great grandfather, Elios Malfoy, off guard. But he fought, and by the 1830s, this Manor was back in his posession. He fell in love with Landon Peirring's daughter. Against her father's wishes, Evette Peirring married Elios. They had a son, and about a few weeks after the birth, Evette was murdered with the Avada Kadavra curse. Some say that it was one of Evette's former fiancee, overcome with jealousy."
"How tragic," Ginny said.
"Yes, it is. But no one's for sure who killed her. Rumor was that Elios's younger brother, Leeghan, who killed her. He was known to be jealous of Elios, because Elios, being the older one, had inherited everything. Well, Elios went mad with grief. The villagers thought he would commit suicide or curse everything in sight. Elios's son was barely two months old, and Elios completely forgot that he even had a son. But before Evette had died, she had hired a nanny for him. Then one day, the nanny left without giving a reason for her sudden departure. So the house elves cared for Elios's son. Then a young woman came to file for the position of the nanny. Elios was struck by her beauty. Soon he fell in love with her, and she with him. They married and had three children."
"What started tragic ended happily," Ginny said.
Draco nodded. "Yes. I would like to show you the gallery later."
She smiled at him. "That'd be wonderful." Geez, I wish he was like this all the time, she thought.
They stopped in front of the door that lead to Draco's room. He opened it, and Ginny could see all the things in there that she hadn't when she had come at night. Sun light shone through the two huge windows, casting a cheery light on all his expensive wooden furniture. A bed big enough to fit three people was decorated in navy blue silk sheets and drapes. The floor was of a soft cream colored carpet.
Draco led into the room, then shut the door. She was still examining the room when she felt herself being lifted and held against his warm body. She immediately put her unhurt arm around Draco's neck.
"I can walk," she said. "I hurt my wrist, not my leg."
He ignored her and carried her over to the couch and carefully laid her down. "Are you hungry?" he didn't wait for her to answer. "I'll have the elves fix you some soup."
"How many house elves do you have?"
He shrugged. "Around twenty-five. The Manor's big, it needs a lot of care."
Ginny nodded. "I see."
"I suppose I should tell you some things. Dinner's at six o'clock sharp. Don't be late. My mum wants to keep up family traditioins. Dinner tends to last for about two hours."
"Two hours?!"
"The Malfoys have held that tradition since this manor belonged to us. Half an hour with salad, then half with soup, then appetizers, and then the main course."
"But I wouldn't have room for the main course!" Ginny bit her lip. "I don't think I could sit at that table with your mum for two whole hours."
"Usually it's an hour and a half, though sometimes an hour if she's not up to sitting for two hours."
Ginny sighed in relief. "Oh good."
"Would you like me to heal your wrist?" Draco said, taking out his wand. Ginny nodded and watched as sparkling purple lights shot out of his wand and gather at her wrist. Her skin absorbed it, and her pain began to disappear.
"Thank you," she said as the pain faded.
"You still can't move it for a while though."
"All right."
Draco left, and Ginny looked around the room again. She got up and went to the window. It looked out onto a huge garden with every kind and color of flower. A fountain stood in the middle, shooting up jets of water. A path lead through the garden and disappeared into some trees.
After waiting in vain for Draco's return, Ginny decided to explore her "new home". She left his room and wandered down the corridor. She opened every door that she came across. Each room contained magnificent decorations and furniture. She went down the stairs and was in the main hall. To her right was the dining room, a very spacious dining room at that. The sitting room was right next to the dining room, and it too was spacious. Ginny wandered some more until she reached the library, where she had popped out of the fireplace days ago when she needed to ask him a favor.
The library had one large window to the side. Most of the books were a little dusty, and a comfortable- looking chair was by the window. Ginny lost herself in examining the thousands of books. She was so wrapped up, she practically jumped out of her skin when a house elf spoke to her.
"Mistress, Master Malfoy wants to see you in his room."
She followed the elf to Draco's room. Once there, the elf left them.
"I'm sorry. I was touring the Manor. I didn't get very far though."
"Would you like a guide?" Draco said.
Ginny agreed and she set out with him. He showed her the rest of the house, and finally the dungeons. The dungeons had at least ten different cells. It was cold and damp, and a sour odor hung about. Ginny was chilled through by the time they were back in the room.
"You look pale," Draco looked at her white face. He touched her. "You're cold too. The dungeons had a bad effect on you," he lead her over to the bed and pulled back the sheets and made her lay down, much to her protest. A knock came at the door. Draco came back a moment later with a tray in his hands. "The soup will warm you up."
Ginny wasn't up for eating. She felt so cold. Just the thought of being a prisoner in the dungeon was enough to make her shiver. "I don't think I can eat."
Draco picked up the spoon, and dipped it into the soup. "Don't make me treat you like a baby," he said, holding the spoon close to her lips.
She gently but firmly pushed his hand away. "I can't eat. I feel like my breakfast is about to come up. The dungeons smelled horrible! Like rotting flesh," she gave a shiver as she remembered the smell. "I'll never ever go down there again."
* * *
Ginny sighed and threw herself down on Draco's bed. Dinner had been horrible. Narcissa had talked to Ginny with a mocking tone. Her words were polite, but her voice was cold. She seemed fond of making traps, so that Ginny would have to falter and stutter and sound like a fool to get out of it. Her traps were so unexpected, that Ginny had had to concentrate hard on what Narcissa said. Ginny was such a nervous wreck during the whole meal, that she was not able to taste the four course meal.
Draco had kept quiet, keeping his head bowed slightly. Ginny had excused herself from the coffee and had come upstairs.
"You OK?" Draco asked, coming into the room and sitting on the bed.
Ginny sighed again and sat up. "Your mum is as charming as a Hungarian Horntail."
Draco laughed and pulled her to her feet. "Yeah, she's one of a kind. Come on downstairs, my mum wants to talk to you about the wedding."
Ginny pulled her hand away from his as heat started coursing through her body. "All right."
Toether they made their way to the sitting room. Narcissa was sitting in an armchair off to the side of the fireplace. Her blue dress was magnificent and looked perfect on her tall slim frame. A diamond necklace circled her neck, with matching earrings in her ears. She looked at them as they went and sat down.
"Virginia," Narcissa said. "Draco's told me you haven't set a date for the wedding."
"No, we haven't," Ginny said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well June is the PERFECT month to get married. Towards the end I would propose. The twenty-sixth is the day. Lucius had wanted our wedding to be in January. The cold and bleak month. I had objected of course, but he had insisted on it, and once he had decided on something, no one could change his mind. So we did get married in January, much to my disappointment."
Ginny didn't think an answer was required of her, so she remained silent.
"So I shall schedule the wedding in June. Let's see, so that would give us about two months and a half to get ready for the wedding. This will be such fun! You'll have to get fit for your wedding dress," her eyes passed over Ginny's slender body. "We'll have to send out invitations and. . . Oh! I have a wonderful idea. How about a party? To announce your engagement? I'll arrange it immediately. How about we make it on Sunday? That will give us four days to prepare. That's not very much time, I know, but I can't wait until next week-"
Ginny tried to concentrate on Narcissa's non-stop chatter, but she found her eyes traveling over to Draco. The fire light cast an orange glow to his face. He was clearly tuning his mum out, because he was staring hard into the fire. His lips were set in a firm line. Ginny had the strong and sudden urge to kiss him. The urge was so strong that she had to take a big gulp of the scalding hot coffee to prevent herself from getting up and throwing herself on him.
She stared at him for a while, before he turned and met her eyes. They stared at each other. Ginny bit her lip as she felt the urge to kiss him. Her hormones were seriously over-reacting.
She stood up quickly to break they eye contact. "I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy. I'm tired and wish to go to bed," she gave a nod to Narcissa who didn't bother to give any sign that she had heard what Ginny had said. Ginny left and tried to find her way back to DRaco's room. Upon finding it, she oopened the door and looked at th eboxes that were in a corner contain all her clothes. She found the box containing her pajamas. Glancing at the door nervously, she slipped out of her dressy robes and into the light blue tank-top and matching PJ pants. She felt uncomfortable in the tank-top, but she was too tired to go through all the boxes to find a more appropriate shirt.
Ginny had no idea where she was going to sleep. She finally decided on the couch, since the thought of sleeping in Draco's bed where he had made love with other women made her feel sick.
There came a hesitant knock on the door.
"Come in," she called.
Cheak peered cautiously around the door. "Mistress, I've come to fix the fire," Cheak made his way to the almost dying fire. Another elf followed, struggling with and armload of wood that was almost as big as it was.
"Do you need help with that?" Ginny rushed to the elf's side.
The elf's blue eyes widened in horror, and it shook its head furiously and quickened its steps to the fireplace.
"Looney doesn't trust humans, Mistress. He thinks. . ." Cheak trailed off. "We'll be about our business, Mistress, and be on our way."
Ginny nodded and sat on Draco's bed and watched them poke and add more wood to the fire. When they were done, Ginny stood up.
"Are there any pillows anywhere?"
Cheak gave her a puzzled look. "I'll go get them for you, Mistress," he said and left, with Looney following. A few minutes later, he returned with a couple of pillows. Ginny thanked him and he left. She conjured up a sleeping bag, (AN: don't ask me how she can conjure up a sleeping bag, but not a pillow) and made a bed on the couch. She layed down and tried to get comfortable. Her feet hung over the side, but she was pretty comfortable. She closed her eyes and immediately a picture of Draco on top of her, kissing her. . . touching her. . . Her eyes snapped opened in horror.
"Get a grip on yourself Ginny!" she scolded herself. She closed her eyes again and tried to block out that same picture of Draco and her. About an hour later, she finally drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed of Draco making love to her. She moaned, but found out she was too out of breath to moan. She opened her eyes and felt something heavy on top of her, and somebody's lips were on hers. Hands were squeezing and massaging her breasts. She gasped a gasp that was silenced by the mouth that was kissing her. She pushed at what was on top of her and realized that it was Draco. He drew his hand from her breasts and pushed himself up with his arms, so that he could look at her, but was still on top of her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Get off of me!" she cried, pushing him again. Her heart was beating furiously, and her whole body felt hot. Draco obeyed and got up. "What do you think you were doing?" she said indignantly.
A flicker of puzzlement crossed his eyes, but disappeared immediately. "You called out my name and begged me to make love to you."
Ginny glared at him. "I would never do that!"
"Well you did," he glanced at her chest.
She looked too, and blushed hotly. Her tank- top was pulled up so that it showed one of her breast, and the other was barely hidden. She quickly pulled her tank- top back down.
He smiled slyly. "That was a lovely sight. And as soft to the touch as I remember from our Hogwart days."
"Shut up!" she snapped. "Don't ever do that again!"
"You know you wanted it as bad as I did. The way you were looking at me in the sitting room, I knew what you were thinking about. I just simply made your thoughts into reality. Admit it Weasley, the attraction between us is too powerful. And if you hadn't wanted me to kiss and touch you, then why did you beg me to? And why did you let it go on for so long?"
Ginny turned away from his mocking gaze. "I was dreaming and half asleep, so I didn't know what you were doing."
"Dreaming? What of?"
"None of your bloody business!"
Draco's mouth set in a thin line. "I'm not a patient man, darling. Don't make me force it out of you. Remember, I always get what I want."
Ginny pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned away from him. "Just leave me alone."
"The hell I will," he said grimly.
Ginny suddenly felt herself being lifted from the couch. "Put me down!" she said angrily.
Draco held her tightly to him so that she had to stop struggling. "Do you know how much I ache to make you mine? Do you know how much my body yearns for you? If I don't make love to you soon, I'll go mad. Why are you so afraid to let me close to you?"
Ginny looked up at him and said quietly: "I told you when you first showed up at my house. You broke my heart, it's still mending. Don't try to break it again, because it's still vulnerable."
Draco's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly. "Oh Ginny," he whispered before he kissed her. Ginny immediately closed her eyes and responded to him. She felt the couch beneath her and Draco climbing on top of her. She lost all thoughts and her conscience seemed to evaporate as she put her arms around him and pulled him closer. She felt his arm beneath her, lifting her up. He trailed kisses down her neck and stopped at her breasts. He kissed where her heart was. She opened her glazed eyes and looked down at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I hope my kiss will give your heart strength to help it heal faster."
* ~ * ~
He knew she was hurting. Her face was so expressive, and her eyes told everything she could not hide from him. She was still hurting after all this time. He could tell that he had lost her trust forever. In the eight months that she was going to live here, he was going to win her love and trust back.
Ginny shook her head and pushed him away. "I'm sorry too, Draco. But I'm afraid nothing you do is going to make it heal faster," she stared into the fire. "Please let me sleep."
Draco got off of her for the second time that night, and immediately felt that familiar stab of emptiness that he often experienced when he was not holding her against him. He left her and went to lay in his big empty bed. He wondered what it would be like to wake up next to Ginny for the rest of his life, and to have the freedom to make love with each other whenever they wanted.
He was confused about her. She had called out his name and had asked him to make love to her. He hadn't needed to be asked twice. She had no idea how much his body craved her. He had had an idea that she was talking in her sleep, but he wanted her so badly that it was unbearable. But he would have to keep his distance until she got used to everything.
So feeling empty, he drifted off to sleep.
* ~ * ~
Ginny woke up the next morning and looked around, confused. Then everything came back to her. She got up and decided to take a shower. After finding the clothes she wanted, her lotions, shampoo, and conditioner, she entered Draco's spacious bathroom.
The shower refreshed her, washing away her grogginess. She got out of the shower and rubbed the lotion on. She slipped into a pair of faded old jeans and a T-shirt since she was planning to unpack her things. Draco had put a couple more dressers in his room so she could put her clothes in it. A wardrobe had also been put in to hang up her dresses and skirts.
She had just finished putting away some skirts and was starting on another box, when Draco came in. He raised his eyebrows as he looked around at his messy room.
"Sorry," Ginny said as she stood up. "I'll clean it up. I'm almost done."
"No good morning kiss? Or did you get your fill of my good night kiss?"
Ginny turned red as she remembered, but refused to reply. She began opening another box to hide her red face.
"Do you ride?" he asked, leaning against the wall.
Ginny looked up. "Ride?"
"Yes, ride. You know, ride horses? I was going to give you a tour of the grounds."
"I didn't know you owned horses," Ginny said in surprise.
"They're not exactly horses."
"Oh," Ginny bit her lip, not really wanting to ask the question but needing to know the answer. "So, what do you wear when you ride horses?"
* * *
Ginny ended up wearing what she had on with a sweatshirt over her shirt. It was beautiful outside. The sky was a clear blue, with the sun shining. The weather was perfect, not too hot, and not too cold.
Draco had been right, the horses weren't exactly horses. There were about six horses with manes the color of shining gold, and their coloring was of a light shade of blue. Their eyes were of midnight blue.
"They're absolutely beautiful!" Ginny gasped. "What are they?"
"They're descendents of the unicorns. It's said that they were once related to the unicorns. One sixteenth of their blood is of unicorn blood. They're very rare and expensive."
"I don't doubt that," Ginny said, petting one.
They set out, Ginny on a gentle female one, and Draco on a bad tempered male horse. Draco had admitted with a hint of pride that he was the only one that could control the ill-tempered horse.
The grounds were vast. Woods sat towards the back of the Manor. The garden was to the side. Trees grew along a road that lead to the Manor, as if they were welcoming the visitor. Ginny saw the front of the Manor when she was riding back up, and she knew that she had fallen in love with the Manor.
Draco had lead her to the woods, which seemed magical. There was a clearing in the middle, the sun shone brightly on it, and flowers grew there.
They had lunch together in Draco's room, chatting about the grounds. The subject came around to the upcoming party.
"My niece and nephews can come, can't they?" Ginny said.
Draco nodded. "I'll arrange for a nanny to take care of them."
"They'll love it here!" Ginny said enthusiastically, her brown eyes sparkling.
* * *
The next few days passed, with Ginny trying to get used to everything. She still slept on the couch, and Draco did not try to kiss. In fact, he seemed to be keeping his distance. For some odd reason this bothered her.
Sunday rolled around. Narcissa had thankfully cancelled dinner because the party started at seven. Ginny had invited her whole family, Tilly included.
Draco had been gone all day yesterday, saying he had to go take care of some business. So Ginny had gone to buy a dress for the party. Draco had given her more than enough money to go and buy the dress. Thankfully the dress was not too expensive, so Ginny had given Draco back the money that she hadn't spent, much to his protests.
Ginny had spent all day in the ballroom on the main floor, helping the elves decorate the ballroom. The ballroom was circular in shape with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. The elves had scrubbed and polished the whole room until the light cream and light brown marble reflected everything like a mirror.
Afterwards, Ginny had gone to soak in the bath, rubbing on her honeysuckle lotion after she was done. She had the whole room to herself, since Draco was downstairs with his mum, making sure everything was in order.
Ginny went to the bed and picked up the dress that she had bought. She slipped it on. It felt like the dress was made to fit her body. She went over to look in the full length mirror, admiring the dress. The dress was of pale peach, strapless, and hugged her breasts and small waist. The dress was full length and grazed the floor, but with her high heels on, it was a perfect length. She twisted her hair into a fancy twist, curling some tendrils of hair that hung on her shoulders. She put on the diamon earrings that her mum had given her last year for her birthday. She applied a touch of gold eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and light pink lipstick on. She slipped on the matching pale peach high heels and looked back at the mirror.
She took a deep breath. "OK Ginny. You can do this," she glanced at the clock: 6:46. The guests would be arriving soon. She took another deep breath and set out to go to the ballroom. As she walked down the corridor, she saw Draco in a black suit walking towards her. He stopped four feet in front of her. She thought he drew a sharp breath, but it was probably just her imagination. He examined her from head to toe.
"I have something for you," he said. That was when she noticed the long velvet case in his hands. He slowly opened it.
Ginny gasped. Lying there as a diamond necklace, glittering in the light. She touched her bare neck. "D-Draco," she faltered, loss for any more words.
He took it out of the case and put it on her. The silver was cold against her neck. Draco's hand lingered on her neck, sending little shivers down her spine.
"You shouldn't have gotten me this. You're going to spoil me," Ginny protested, touching the necklace.
He took her hands in his. "You deserve it. Now kiss me," he said.
Ginny couldn't resist even if she wanted to. She closed her eyes and waited for his lips. He kissed her in such a way that she knew he wanted her desperately. She finally had to stop him after a while, since she was beginning to be aware of the time, and the fact that she was running out of air.
"You're going to smudge my lipstick," she said lamely.
He looked into her eyes. "I can't help but kiss you."
His gaze made her body heat up. "We better get downstairs."
They both made their way downstairs and into the ballroom where they greeted guests. Ginny didn't know half of them. They all gave her a cool searching look, but greeted her politely nontheless. Her family came a few minutes later. Ginny was overjoyed to see them since she hadn't seen some of them for over a week.
"Mum!" she embraced her mum. The kids were holding onto their parents' hand, looking around shyly. Ginny bent down and spread her arms. Arianna was the first to run into them. She looked absolutely adorable in a blue dress.
"You look like a princess Auntie!" she said, smiling sweetly at Ginny.
"Not as much as you do," Ginny said, giving her a kiss. The nanny that Draco had hired came by then and stood respectfully beside Ginny. The nanny was about four years older than Ginny and was absolutely gorgeous. She had long wavy honey colored hair that shone. Her eyes were the color of green apples. She was of a sweet and fun nature, and her French accent was charming. She smiled at the children.
"This is Miss Grace. She'll take care of all of you tonight," Ginny said as she gave Arianna a slight push. Reassured by their parents, the rest of the children followed Grace to the second floor.
Ginny greeted the rest of her family and beckoned them into the ballroom. She greeted more guests. She happened to glance at the doorway and saw someone with uncontrollable black hair that sent her heart soaring with joy.
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