Chapter Nine
Ginny smiled at Draco told his tale of the forgotten eggs.
"..So I was in the kitchen and out of no where, bloody no where I tell you, the eggs ignited and BOOM flames were going madly out of control. It was not my fault that they combusted like that! Stop laughing you git!" Draco said and smiled at her.
He laid his hand on the table moving his water glass nervously, not being used to speaking so freely. She seemed to think this was an invitation at public display at affection, and grabbed his hand firmly.
Soon enough the waiter came placing a large amount of food pilled on plates, on the table. He gently pulled his hands from hers, picking up his fork.
Ginny grinned and picked up her fork eating the eggs. Draco smiled and pointed to his eggs.
"They must have a fire proof skillet or something I swear; perfect eggs and sausages." Draco smiled picking up his fork as well and taking a bite of eggs.
Ginny laughed loudly and continued eating happily.
Draco watched her eat daintily and dignified. She would fit in perfectly at a fancy restaurant.
"Stop staring at me while I eat, it unnerves me." Ginny whispered seriously.
"Finally I get the pet peeve. You probably already know all of mine already." Draco spat coldly, thinking of the journal. Ginny pointed her fork with a sausage stabbed at the end.
"You're about as moody as a teenage girl in a 'crisis'." Draco looked clearly appalled.
"Excuse me?" He said in a low voice.
"One moment you're happy, then you're cold and distant, then you're cuddly, and now you're in denial; it's very entertaining to say the least." Ginny told him eating her sausage.
"Well then!" Draco said drawling himself up, "I'm pleased to entertain you Ms. Weasley."
Ginny looked at him warily.
"I'm in denial, sure. Look who it's coming from." Draco muttered to his eggs.
...
Soon afterwards Draco and Ginny made their way back to Draco's house; completely oblivious to the eyes of a person following them carefully from the shadows.
Draco stepped into the house noticing all of the windows open. He looked over to Ginny and scowled.
"CLOSE ALL THE WINDOWS!" He screamed into the house. He walked over to the nearest one, the eyes of a man outside in the garden tailing him. Draco went to close it but noticed a wizard a bit down the hall from him with a camera.
Draco flipped out his wand too quickly to be seen, stupefying the man. His fluidly rapid movements did not go unnoticed by the watchful eyes out the window.
Ginny gasped and walked over to the stupefied man and bent down. She looked over to Draco's smirking face.
"Geeze, you big dunderhead! Did you have to stun him!? He was only-"
"Intruding into my house unwanted and uninvited, trying to find something to put me back into Azkaban. I'd kill him before I went back there." Draco had turned cold, dark, and distant in a few moments.
The watchful eyes took this in and slowly backed off of the Malfoy property. He would just have to get his wife else how.
"FIGUROUSO!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs, immediately after all of the windows snapped shut and locked. Ginny looked over to Draco.
"It's a code," was all he would allow. Ginny looked at him raising an eyebrow.
"What? Is it some kind of secret?" Ginny asked.
"Yes." Draco whispered curtly. Ginny's eyes narrowed and she suddenly felt very small. Maybe it only was a quick fuck.
"M-master, all of the windows are secure." An elf said as it approached Draco.
Draco opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a very angry Weasley.
"Good, thank you. Run a bath in my tub, hot water. I want fresh flowers and sheets." Ginny told the elf stepping in front of Draco. He looked at her astonished. He was the master of this house.
The elf nodded and popped out of the room.
"Excuse me?" Draco said for the second time that day.
"Yes, you're excused." Ginny spat at him in a cold voice stepping over the Daily Prophet's reporter and starting up the stairs.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?!" Draco yelled after her.
"Oh just Fuck off Malfoy." Ginny muttered loudly at him.
"JUST fuck off? Fuck off? What the devil's gotten up your arse?" Draco called out.
"I can tell you who it WON'T be." Ginny insinuated.
Angrily she stomped up the stairs, slamming her door shut. She was tiered of being herself. It was time to be someone else. She walked into her bathroom leaning her head down with her arms outstretched on the counter top. Breathing heavily she looked up and into the mirror.
A girl with dark brown eyes, red face, and a long mop of hair looked back at her. She sighed. Looking like this was not her fancy. Slowly she looked under the sink pulling out a beauty care box. Ginny pulled the scissors out and looked at her long waist length hair. No, this wasn't the way to get rid of it. She would wait until she went to Diagon Alley or somewhere like that.
Sighing she went to her tub, slipping out of her clothes and into the hot bath water.
"Hannah?" She called.
"Yes Mrs. Malfoy? How Hannah cans help you?" her large brimmed eyes stared intently at Ginny.
"Please, if you wouldn't mind, fetch me the journal in my room. It's a black hard cover book."
The elf held the book in her hand and gave it to Ginny, then left. Ginny sighed at the book and began read.
'Things have changed. No longer do they beat me once a day, but now they beat me from morning to night, they Crucio me until I pass out, then when I wake they start it again. I have the feeling that something outside of this hellhole has happened. Something too big to imagine, and now, they have to find him.
I don't call out anymore, and I don't talk. I just stare at the wall and write. While they beat me I sing in my mind; The Strike by the Weird Sisters. It was a big song while I was out in that world.
I laugh at myself nowadays; falling in love with Ginevra Weasley indeed. That's not all that bad, but I barely know her, and seeing as it's been almost 2 years, I know the life she leads.
She is married with a tall strong man that protects her from evil and loves her deeply. She has at LEAST twelve kids and each have flaming red hair. She sits in her big house that looks ridiculous and smiles out of the window watching her kids fight and play. She'll think back on our kiss and laugh at how stupid she was to kiss a death eater.
I now share a room with a man that babbles in his sleep about his wife Mary. I find it enjoyable to listen at night, as I don't sleep anymore. The beds creak and smell of rotten corpses and blood.
He mumbles about vacations and her body. I just stare off pretending I don't hear. Unlike me, this man is actually guilty, as most the times he is mumbling about killing muggles and mudbloods.
The more I think about this place, the more I want to die. I have thought about telling them I raped a child just for the hope that they would kill me. But every time I go to speak it, I cannot bring myself to say it. As amazing as it might be, I think about having kids of my own one-day; with flaming red hair. But I'm stuck here and I can't bring myself to let my nonexistent kids down.
Flaming red hair, see how crazy I have become?? I have spent so much time here, that all I can think of is that kiss. I am so utterly alone but I wish for so much more.
I want a life, kids, a family, but I am stuck in this..NEVERENDING HELL.
Maybe I haven't made my point completely clear. The room in which they stuck me in, it's a five by five CELL. There is no window, no fresh air, just a bunk bed up against one wall that comes two feet out. There is no toilet, sink or any type of cleaning means. There are no sheets, just mattress with bloodstains and springs sticking out of it. The floor is dirt and dried blood. There is no door, just a hole in the wall that emits very little light in, as they transfigure a door when they come to get you.
Speaking of which, they haven't come at all today, that is why I am writing. I feel the magic around me, and I know there is something-big going on. Let me hope it helps my situation.
Now that I think on it, it doesn't matter any more. If I die, no one will care. I would be murdered and locked back in my cell until my bones decayed and no one would care to know.
I laugh at this. Dumbledore, I blame you, you insufferable git. This is your entire fault. If only.
Oh the irony, standing before me, is the wizard him self, Dumbledore. He's talking but I will not acknowledge him.
"Draco, I need your writings." He tells me, as if I would let him hold you. The nerve of him even asking for-'
Ginny held her breath at she continued reading, a line as if his book had been snatched was drawn on the page. She flipped it and started reading again anxiously.
'I cannot believe the nerve of that OLD GOONE! He STOLE you from my very clasp, you, the only thing I have left, and then he READ YOU in front of me.
He then got up and taking me with him. He handed me my wand and told me that I was free to go, no charges following me.
I stared at him uncertain, and he just smiled weakly and said,
"Draco Malfoy, I am so very sorry, and if I could take your entire pain away son, I would. But I can't. Draco, you are not as alone as you think..I am here and I will always be here. As for Ginevra Weasley, you may not ever have those flaming red headed kids, but I'm positive she loved you at some point. I am.." Here he let a tear escape his dim blue eyes. "So sorry I didn't notice that I didn't see what was going on under my very nose. I, I could not believe you. I believed you a guilty man without even reading into things. Please, you must forgive me."
He fell to his knees and I felt hatred flow threw my veins. How could he ask this of me? I wondered, but after a while, I answered speaking for the first time in months.
"It is not my way or place to forgive you. I am not Draco Malfoy anymore, that boy you sent off to Azkaban is not me. He had nothing just as I have today.. No wait.. He did have one thing that I do not. He had hope; a hope of a better life than I have now; one that you so kindly ruined. Maybe one day I will forgive you, but not today. Leave me here to die then Albus. I have nothing to live for."
He raised his eyes to mine and said.
"But you have everything." He got up from the ground and took me with him, out of the building, and onto a bus, and onto a boat, then we floo-ed to Diagon Alley. Once we got there, he took me to Muggle London. I didn't care too much as he transfigured my rags into fine muggle style clothes.
I knew what I looked like, dirty and longhaired. He cast a cleaning spell on me, and took me into a hair shop. They asked me how I wanted my haircut and I just looked over at Dumbledore. He smiled and laughed, I guess I didn't look too happy.
I explained how my hair was to look and she cut it. I don't know what the lady's name was, but she was kind to me and didn't ask anything as she snipped my hair off. I watched until all my hair was on the floor and she was done. Then, she shaved my slight beard off, leaving me a clean, fine cut person. I looked in the mirror at my appearance surprised.
My long blond hair that had grown down to my middle back was gone, leaving the hair style I wore my whole life, styled back with gel. Then my face scarred but still perfectly proportioned. The same strong jaw and gray eyes stared back at me as they had many nights before. It was unsettling, as I touched my smooth skin.
The lady that had done it seemed to think so too, as she asked for my number. I just winked with a smirk on my face and pecked her cheek to say my thanks. Dumbledore paid her a fifty, which I'm sure was too much as the lady looked shocked. I nodded at him and waited outside the shop, as he came out with me.
He then took me to a muggle food place, and I ate a steak, mashed potatoes, and sweet rolls with butter, green beans, and apple pie for dessert. I remember looking up and seeing Dumbledore looking absolutely sad. It didn't bother me at the time, but now it does. He really didn't mean to fuck up my life.
So as we left the food place he took me to a hotel and ordered a room. He paid for everything, full service, and gave them an address to mail any extra cost to. He told them I was to stay as long as I wanted. He paid for a week.
That is where I am now; in a muggle hotel room. It's huge, with three bedrooms, a full size kitchen with stocked fridge, four baths, a machine of some sort with something called Tide, a balcony, a dinning room, and a room with a black box and couches. I played with the black box, and it turned out to be a TV, with many shows. I watched it for a bit, the news. It was dreadfully boring until they spoke of a large fight that happened in a town called Carrie.
I remembered from my younger years it was a town near Hogwarts and was very distressed. Then if flashed a picture of Harry Potter, looking very nervous; guess he isn't the camera type. I turned up the volume and listened, leaning farther back in the couch.
"Hello London, This is Julia Brandon. Today there was a massive explosion over in Carrie, We have a witness, Henry Ponger," A reporter said gesturing towards Potter.
"Harry Potter, maim." He interrupted looking at the blonde as if he had repeated this more than once. She looked annoyed but nodded.
"Harry Potter," she said very clearly and venomously, "can you tell us what happened here?" She asked waving towards the demolished town.
"There was an earthquake, it shook everything down and this is all we have left. There are a lot of deaths maim," he paused, a tear escaping his eye and rolling down his cheek dramatically, "and there was nothing we could do. We fought it our hardest." The lady nodded and went to ask him another question, but I cut off the TV. Figures, Potter would be a drama queen.
No wonder Dumbledore came to get me though, Voldemort was dead. There was no chance of me following the old crusty man if he wasn't there. I'm tired now. I'll finish this latter.
-D.M.-'
Ginny put the book down on the closed toilet seat, frowning considerably. Her bath had gone cold and she was still tense.
'So Dumbledore had gone to get him, he didn't want to stay but didn't want to go, he lived in muggle London for a bit, and was out the same day Voldemort was brought down.' She thought to herself sighing. She would never get him, never be able to understand the way in which his mind connected things.
A loud tapping at the bathroom window urrputed her thoughts and she stood the let the owl in.
A/N- Next chapter..uh.. I dunno what I'll do but I think it could be better than this chapter. :) I hate fill in chapters. But this had to be done.
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Ginny smiled at Draco told his tale of the forgotten eggs.
"..So I was in the kitchen and out of no where, bloody no where I tell you, the eggs ignited and BOOM flames were going madly out of control. It was not my fault that they combusted like that! Stop laughing you git!" Draco said and smiled at her.
He laid his hand on the table moving his water glass nervously, not being used to speaking so freely. She seemed to think this was an invitation at public display at affection, and grabbed his hand firmly.
Soon enough the waiter came placing a large amount of food pilled on plates, on the table. He gently pulled his hands from hers, picking up his fork.
Ginny grinned and picked up her fork eating the eggs. Draco smiled and pointed to his eggs.
"They must have a fire proof skillet or something I swear; perfect eggs and sausages." Draco smiled picking up his fork as well and taking a bite of eggs.
Ginny laughed loudly and continued eating happily.
Draco watched her eat daintily and dignified. She would fit in perfectly at a fancy restaurant.
"Stop staring at me while I eat, it unnerves me." Ginny whispered seriously.
"Finally I get the pet peeve. You probably already know all of mine already." Draco spat coldly, thinking of the journal. Ginny pointed her fork with a sausage stabbed at the end.
"You're about as moody as a teenage girl in a 'crisis'." Draco looked clearly appalled.
"Excuse me?" He said in a low voice.
"One moment you're happy, then you're cold and distant, then you're cuddly, and now you're in denial; it's very entertaining to say the least." Ginny told him eating her sausage.
"Well then!" Draco said drawling himself up, "I'm pleased to entertain you Ms. Weasley."
Ginny looked at him warily.
"I'm in denial, sure. Look who it's coming from." Draco muttered to his eggs.
...
Soon afterwards Draco and Ginny made their way back to Draco's house; completely oblivious to the eyes of a person following them carefully from the shadows.
Draco stepped into the house noticing all of the windows open. He looked over to Ginny and scowled.
"CLOSE ALL THE WINDOWS!" He screamed into the house. He walked over to the nearest one, the eyes of a man outside in the garden tailing him. Draco went to close it but noticed a wizard a bit down the hall from him with a camera.
Draco flipped out his wand too quickly to be seen, stupefying the man. His fluidly rapid movements did not go unnoticed by the watchful eyes out the window.
Ginny gasped and walked over to the stupefied man and bent down. She looked over to Draco's smirking face.
"Geeze, you big dunderhead! Did you have to stun him!? He was only-"
"Intruding into my house unwanted and uninvited, trying to find something to put me back into Azkaban. I'd kill him before I went back there." Draco had turned cold, dark, and distant in a few moments.
The watchful eyes took this in and slowly backed off of the Malfoy property. He would just have to get his wife else how.
"FIGUROUSO!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs, immediately after all of the windows snapped shut and locked. Ginny looked over to Draco.
"It's a code," was all he would allow. Ginny looked at him raising an eyebrow.
"What? Is it some kind of secret?" Ginny asked.
"Yes." Draco whispered curtly. Ginny's eyes narrowed and she suddenly felt very small. Maybe it only was a quick fuck.
"M-master, all of the windows are secure." An elf said as it approached Draco.
Draco opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a very angry Weasley.
"Good, thank you. Run a bath in my tub, hot water. I want fresh flowers and sheets." Ginny told the elf stepping in front of Draco. He looked at her astonished. He was the master of this house.
The elf nodded and popped out of the room.
"Excuse me?" Draco said for the second time that day.
"Yes, you're excused." Ginny spat at him in a cold voice stepping over the Daily Prophet's reporter and starting up the stairs.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?!" Draco yelled after her.
"Oh just Fuck off Malfoy." Ginny muttered loudly at him.
"JUST fuck off? Fuck off? What the devil's gotten up your arse?" Draco called out.
"I can tell you who it WON'T be." Ginny insinuated.
Angrily she stomped up the stairs, slamming her door shut. She was tiered of being herself. It was time to be someone else. She walked into her bathroom leaning her head down with her arms outstretched on the counter top. Breathing heavily she looked up and into the mirror.
A girl with dark brown eyes, red face, and a long mop of hair looked back at her. She sighed. Looking like this was not her fancy. Slowly she looked under the sink pulling out a beauty care box. Ginny pulled the scissors out and looked at her long waist length hair. No, this wasn't the way to get rid of it. She would wait until she went to Diagon Alley or somewhere like that.
Sighing she went to her tub, slipping out of her clothes and into the hot bath water.
"Hannah?" She called.
"Yes Mrs. Malfoy? How Hannah cans help you?" her large brimmed eyes stared intently at Ginny.
"Please, if you wouldn't mind, fetch me the journal in my room. It's a black hard cover book."
The elf held the book in her hand and gave it to Ginny, then left. Ginny sighed at the book and began read.
'Things have changed. No longer do they beat me once a day, but now they beat me from morning to night, they Crucio me until I pass out, then when I wake they start it again. I have the feeling that something outside of this hellhole has happened. Something too big to imagine, and now, they have to find him.
I don't call out anymore, and I don't talk. I just stare at the wall and write. While they beat me I sing in my mind; The Strike by the Weird Sisters. It was a big song while I was out in that world.
I laugh at myself nowadays; falling in love with Ginevra Weasley indeed. That's not all that bad, but I barely know her, and seeing as it's been almost 2 years, I know the life she leads.
She is married with a tall strong man that protects her from evil and loves her deeply. She has at LEAST twelve kids and each have flaming red hair. She sits in her big house that looks ridiculous and smiles out of the window watching her kids fight and play. She'll think back on our kiss and laugh at how stupid she was to kiss a death eater.
I now share a room with a man that babbles in his sleep about his wife Mary. I find it enjoyable to listen at night, as I don't sleep anymore. The beds creak and smell of rotten corpses and blood.
He mumbles about vacations and her body. I just stare off pretending I don't hear. Unlike me, this man is actually guilty, as most the times he is mumbling about killing muggles and mudbloods.
The more I think about this place, the more I want to die. I have thought about telling them I raped a child just for the hope that they would kill me. But every time I go to speak it, I cannot bring myself to say it. As amazing as it might be, I think about having kids of my own one-day; with flaming red hair. But I'm stuck here and I can't bring myself to let my nonexistent kids down.
Flaming red hair, see how crazy I have become?? I have spent so much time here, that all I can think of is that kiss. I am so utterly alone but I wish for so much more.
I want a life, kids, a family, but I am stuck in this..NEVERENDING HELL.
Maybe I haven't made my point completely clear. The room in which they stuck me in, it's a five by five CELL. There is no window, no fresh air, just a bunk bed up against one wall that comes two feet out. There is no toilet, sink or any type of cleaning means. There are no sheets, just mattress with bloodstains and springs sticking out of it. The floor is dirt and dried blood. There is no door, just a hole in the wall that emits very little light in, as they transfigure a door when they come to get you.
Speaking of which, they haven't come at all today, that is why I am writing. I feel the magic around me, and I know there is something-big going on. Let me hope it helps my situation.
Now that I think on it, it doesn't matter any more. If I die, no one will care. I would be murdered and locked back in my cell until my bones decayed and no one would care to know.
I laugh at this. Dumbledore, I blame you, you insufferable git. This is your entire fault. If only.
Oh the irony, standing before me, is the wizard him self, Dumbledore. He's talking but I will not acknowledge him.
"Draco, I need your writings." He tells me, as if I would let him hold you. The nerve of him even asking for-'
Ginny held her breath at she continued reading, a line as if his book had been snatched was drawn on the page. She flipped it and started reading again anxiously.
'I cannot believe the nerve of that OLD GOONE! He STOLE you from my very clasp, you, the only thing I have left, and then he READ YOU in front of me.
He then got up and taking me with him. He handed me my wand and told me that I was free to go, no charges following me.
I stared at him uncertain, and he just smiled weakly and said,
"Draco Malfoy, I am so very sorry, and if I could take your entire pain away son, I would. But I can't. Draco, you are not as alone as you think..I am here and I will always be here. As for Ginevra Weasley, you may not ever have those flaming red headed kids, but I'm positive she loved you at some point. I am.." Here he let a tear escape his dim blue eyes. "So sorry I didn't notice that I didn't see what was going on under my very nose. I, I could not believe you. I believed you a guilty man without even reading into things. Please, you must forgive me."
He fell to his knees and I felt hatred flow threw my veins. How could he ask this of me? I wondered, but after a while, I answered speaking for the first time in months.
"It is not my way or place to forgive you. I am not Draco Malfoy anymore, that boy you sent off to Azkaban is not me. He had nothing just as I have today.. No wait.. He did have one thing that I do not. He had hope; a hope of a better life than I have now; one that you so kindly ruined. Maybe one day I will forgive you, but not today. Leave me here to die then Albus. I have nothing to live for."
He raised his eyes to mine and said.
"But you have everything." He got up from the ground and took me with him, out of the building, and onto a bus, and onto a boat, then we floo-ed to Diagon Alley. Once we got there, he took me to Muggle London. I didn't care too much as he transfigured my rags into fine muggle style clothes.
I knew what I looked like, dirty and longhaired. He cast a cleaning spell on me, and took me into a hair shop. They asked me how I wanted my haircut and I just looked over at Dumbledore. He smiled and laughed, I guess I didn't look too happy.
I explained how my hair was to look and she cut it. I don't know what the lady's name was, but she was kind to me and didn't ask anything as she snipped my hair off. I watched until all my hair was on the floor and she was done. Then, she shaved my slight beard off, leaving me a clean, fine cut person. I looked in the mirror at my appearance surprised.
My long blond hair that had grown down to my middle back was gone, leaving the hair style I wore my whole life, styled back with gel. Then my face scarred but still perfectly proportioned. The same strong jaw and gray eyes stared back at me as they had many nights before. It was unsettling, as I touched my smooth skin.
The lady that had done it seemed to think so too, as she asked for my number. I just winked with a smirk on my face and pecked her cheek to say my thanks. Dumbledore paid her a fifty, which I'm sure was too much as the lady looked shocked. I nodded at him and waited outside the shop, as he came out with me.
He then took me to a muggle food place, and I ate a steak, mashed potatoes, and sweet rolls with butter, green beans, and apple pie for dessert. I remember looking up and seeing Dumbledore looking absolutely sad. It didn't bother me at the time, but now it does. He really didn't mean to fuck up my life.
So as we left the food place he took me to a hotel and ordered a room. He paid for everything, full service, and gave them an address to mail any extra cost to. He told them I was to stay as long as I wanted. He paid for a week.
That is where I am now; in a muggle hotel room. It's huge, with three bedrooms, a full size kitchen with stocked fridge, four baths, a machine of some sort with something called Tide, a balcony, a dinning room, and a room with a black box and couches. I played with the black box, and it turned out to be a TV, with many shows. I watched it for a bit, the news. It was dreadfully boring until they spoke of a large fight that happened in a town called Carrie.
I remembered from my younger years it was a town near Hogwarts and was very distressed. Then if flashed a picture of Harry Potter, looking very nervous; guess he isn't the camera type. I turned up the volume and listened, leaning farther back in the couch.
"Hello London, This is Julia Brandon. Today there was a massive explosion over in Carrie, We have a witness, Henry Ponger," A reporter said gesturing towards Potter.
"Harry Potter, maim." He interrupted looking at the blonde as if he had repeated this more than once. She looked annoyed but nodded.
"Harry Potter," she said very clearly and venomously, "can you tell us what happened here?" She asked waving towards the demolished town.
"There was an earthquake, it shook everything down and this is all we have left. There are a lot of deaths maim," he paused, a tear escaping his eye and rolling down his cheek dramatically, "and there was nothing we could do. We fought it our hardest." The lady nodded and went to ask him another question, but I cut off the TV. Figures, Potter would be a drama queen.
No wonder Dumbledore came to get me though, Voldemort was dead. There was no chance of me following the old crusty man if he wasn't there. I'm tired now. I'll finish this latter.
-D.M.-'
Ginny put the book down on the closed toilet seat, frowning considerably. Her bath had gone cold and she was still tense.
'So Dumbledore had gone to get him, he didn't want to stay but didn't want to go, he lived in muggle London for a bit, and was out the same day Voldemort was brought down.' She thought to herself sighing. She would never get him, never be able to understand the way in which his mind connected things.
A loud tapping at the bathroom window urrputed her thoughts and she stood the let the owl in.
A/N- Next chapter..uh.. I dunno what I'll do but I think it could be better than this chapter. :) I hate fill in chapters. But this had to be done.
Akasha Ravensong- Thanks! Cliffies, simply for the fun of reviews that we get of course.
KapOfDaPipers- Thanks! Harry is NOT her husband dear. Harry is helping her husband find Ginny because he doesn't know that the husband is an abuser.
AnniBug- Thanks! Oh my, the first..scene like that is so. Yes, very nerve racking. :) Later!
Americasweetie- Thanks! This is a Draco Ginny fic, so they will naturally stay together. :) tee hee hee!
lavenderab- Thanks! :) You will find out VERY soon who the husband is. It wont be to long. The nineth or tenth chapter.
Mariz- Thanks! I'm glad you like my story!
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Jennifer13- Thanks! Now Jenny, don't get too excited on me! ;) It's not Harry, Neville or anybody that would upset you too badly. By the way..who is Justin? :)
Oliver – Thanks, but that's Maim to you. No Sir here.
Kyra4- Thanks! Lol you thought this was going to be an action scene? Sorry love! Wait just a bit longer! I promise its coming.
Sammie Tonks- Thanks! Yes, they express then I have to go make them moody again. Don't you just love me? ;)
Blue Rain1- Thanks! Glad you like! I'm not that mean though.
Grumpy1- Thanks! Hehe! I love when you want to say something but your left speechless! Thanks love!
Elenya1- Thanks! smiles yes, they were getting along nicely.
Metnal Porblem- Thanks! Now honestly, do you think I would write a story where the abusive husband got Ginny back!?
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jen-6089- Thanks! YOU ROCK MY OTHER SOCKS OFF! :) Hehe. I just put them in order of who reviewed first, to last! :)
WhiteRosePetal- Thanks! Remember its Draco Ginny! :) I wouldn't let that happen completely.
Shellbert- Thanks! Wow, I hate explaining, but for you, I will. Harry is helping Ginny's husband find her because he doesn't know that she is being abused. He is worried that she hasn't been writing but shoves it off as her being busy and maybe being pregnant, you know all those things that happen in marriages. So he worries but doesn't really think twice on it. When she goes missing, however, he is very worried and pushes any thoughts of Ginny's husband being controlling out of his mind. So Harry is helping find Ginny with Ginny's husband because he is worried about Ginny and loves her in a brotherly way. :) There ya are! Feel free to ask n e questions.