Ciao! sono CherryTreeDepartment nel fanfiction (il mio nome reale non è incluso perché i miei genitori hanno indossato come esso) e se lei può leggere questo- me dice! La mia storia di vita è molto complicata e ho indossato il tatto come rivelare esso a lei ma a uno delle storie che ho a mente rivolge intorno una ragazza italiana cosí ho pensato dovrei dividere. Non perché parlo negli inglesi ed italiano? È perché mia madre è italiano e ho speso i dapprima 5 anni, imparando in Italia l'italiano primo. Comunque, mia madre ha sposato un uomo da America (il mio babbo mio padre meraviglioso) e ha voluto ritornare, dunque cresco nella cultura americana. è tutta il molto complicato, ma ho pensato potrei dividere! la ringrazia! me dice da una revisione se lei può leggere questo! forse un giorno farò un fanfic nell'italiano per tutti il lei italiani (sono soltanto soprattutto) ::i sospiri:: la ringrazia!

As I said above, for the first five years of my life I spent in Italy, because my mother is italian. However, my dad is american, and wanted to return to america, and so here we are. I'm growing up in the english language and american culture, which explains all my past... stuff... glamorous explanation :P. maybe someday I'll do a fanfic in italian, because I am fluent in both. I though I would share because one of my stories that I have in my head to post revolves around an italian girl. So... yeah. Ok here's an update (only four reviews whats a girl to do?).

Disclaimer: I do not own anything... this is all JK Rowlings! If I owned this, I would be busy writing the next Harry Potter book, not writing silly little take offs (but never the less amazing to read heehee)

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I think that this chapter sucks... so I'm sooo sorry because I think it does!
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This Chapter is dedicated to obsessed wit DRACO because I was totally afraid when I first posted this that It would be a failure and no one would like it... you've given me hope ;-). I'm not saying u give me compliments and woo this chapter is yours but I was truly touched by that. Thanks a lot obsessed wit Draco!

Chapter Two: Wow

Glare.

Grin.

Glare.

Shrug.

Rolling of eyes.

Waving of hand.

"Hello? No welcoming party?"

"Hello, Malfoy."

"I'm sorry..." He sighed, and set his suitcases down. "I realize the inconvenience, and the past wrongs ensued by both of us- don't shake your head you know you were quite mean to me as well."

Ginny shut her mouth and gave a reluctant nod of defeat. "Alright."

"Let's not act like school children any more, shall we?"

Ginny crossed her arms defiantly. "I'm still only 19. I'm not an old person..."

Draco heaved a sigh of frustration. "How about you show me to my room, first off."

"WHY do you have to stay here, exactly?"

"With what's going on, and since your penthouse is PLENTY big... the WPV didn't have time to find me a plush apartment fit for a popstar's boyfriend. I don't even have clothes. I'll stay tonight..."

"And first thing tomorrow we are going apartment shopping! Oh wait," Ginny bit her lip. "I have a music video to make in the morning, and a lunch date with Usher at noon, going over some Music Awards business, and I'm not free till afternoon. And tonight I have a concert so it'll have to be this afternoon."

"What about my clothes? Car? And what about me? I doubt that I can be a 'prissy', as you once called me, English stud anymore."

Ginny rolled his eyes at his conceited 'stud' comment but continued without remarking on it. "I'll give you money and magazines. Cabs, or a limo, are at your service. However, it's late, so up the stairs third door to the left."

"Thanks. You know, you have it better then you ever did before."

"Don't talk about my family like that!" In an instant Ginny as nose to nose with him, eyes flashing angrily. Actually it was more like nose- to- chest, but Ginny was undaunted.

"I'm sorry. I'm just going to go to bed. Will u get a maid to fix me something please?"

Ginny lifted her hands and walked off to her all-red kitchen, muttering under her breathe and Draco heard something like this: "Dang...doesn't even... seriousness....situation...too much..." and he rolled his eyes and just continued up the stairs like he still owned the world, instead of parents dead, Malfoy Manor under investigation, and the boyfriend of a the sister of a most-hated school mate in Hogwarts.

When Draco found his ways down the spiral staircase, and too the kitchen, he found a lovely italian maid just putting down a large platter on the table of a red breakfast nook.

When the maid saw him she began to giggle and let out a stream of Italian. ""Lei è erotico, no? L'amo, sì faccio. Sono geloso del Merriana cattivo. Non dire lei ciò ho detto! Prendo pagato anche bene. Lei è caldo... sì lei è. Sedere sedere, spero che lei ama il suo pasto. Sig.ina Merriana ha detto che lei l'amerebbe molto." ( an: I know sorry I couldn't resist I love Italy! Sorry I tried to hide that in my past chapters... I thought it might offend somebody, now I'm not sure why I thought that.)

If Draco was overwhelmed at not knowing what it meant, his lip would have taken a conceited curl at knowing that it consisted of phrases like 'nasty Merriana' 'sexy' and 'hot'. As it was he plopped down in the cushioned seat of the nook at her physically prodding assistance. He waved her away, finally annoyed at her babble, and she took the hint and left.

Haha, VERY funny, he thought sarcastically to himself as he saw his meal the relayed an oh-so subtle hint. Chopped up golden bread and cherries and some white icing formed a mini- Gryffindor house sign. How the heck did she get the silly Italian-streaming maid to do that so well? His drink was red wine, and chopped up apples and pineapples was the truly only healthy thing in his entire meal. However, it looked to tempting to pass up (despite the theme) and he dug in.

His appetite was ruined, however, by a beautiful voice carrying out over the house accompanied by a sweet, tinkling tune. What was that muggle instrument called?

He followed his ears to a pair of cloudy glass doors, and made out a feminine shape against a great big black blob.

It was Ginny, of course, who had retreated into her lobby for her almost-nightly-sit-in-her-favorite chair-and-think-of-lyrics time.

Oh, baby... I reserve this smile for you

Oh, baby... whatever would I do without you?

And I know, that you're the only one for me

Who else could be

The one, but you...

(again terrible lyrics that I just thought up two seconds ago please forgive me!)

That was only the chorus, but it is usually the chorus thought up first and the other words later, so it wasn't an unusual occurrence for Ginny. She played and sang happily, not aware of one who was watching her, and in the deep, cobweb-filled corners of his mind, he wished she would write such words for him, although he didn't realize it at the time. He thought it was mushy nonsense and brushed it away, but even after years and years of tomorrows, that thought still haunted him, and deep down, (like deep deep deep down) that evening, he knew that Ginny was the one for him.

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Draco awoke to gray fog. What in all of St. Christendom is this? He soon realized it was simply a piece of paper laid over his eyes. It read,

Dear D.C. ,

Despite our argument last night, it depends on both our lives to keep up public appearances. Your new, rather funky name, is D.C., and I left some magazines and a check for several thousand on your bed, to give you time to shop. Here is my schedule for the day, and consider joining be at one of them (it would help keep my throat in one piece, thank you) and the the 'quick coffee' on is mandatory. If I don't see you before then I'll pick you up in front of my apartment-house to catch a quick piece of cake and a latte- for apparel reasons alone.

-Merriana (burn this or something so my maids ... all five of them are quite infatuated with you... won't see this.)

Schedule:

6-12 o'clock: Yvenn's working on music video (I informed Pete about you you're welcome to come.)

noon: lunch with Usher sorry love you're not welcome

1: quick coffee

2- 5: free. APARTMENT SHOPPING!!

6: leave to for area of concert I'll give you more specifics later.

Draco thought of the Cruciatus Curse, which he had experienced from Voldemort, and his head began to swim. Vivid images of people falling dead in grotesque fashion... and he remembered the feeling of thousands of knives upon him... and he looked at his watch to see where she would be.

Alright, so it's 9 o'clock... where's Yvenn's?? I bet a cab-driver would know.

Draco hurried to get ready, and between a dark green sweater and a white collared shirt he noticed a magazine, and on the front was a muscular blond with spiky hair, baggy jeans, a black hoodie, and lots of thick jewelry. Sighing, he decided a very quick one-outfit shop would have to come before Yvenn's.

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Ginny flashed the video camera a flirty smile as she walked through the mist in blue sweatpants and a white tank top, hair curled so much that the hair had gone from mid-back to right below the shoulders

All Draco could think was wow, because all he was accustomed to seeing was the shy, rather fashion-freak Virginia Weasley, and not the bold person who was yelled at to "CUT YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!"

When Ginny turned around, all she could think was wow, for two reasons. One, he actually SHOWED UP, and two, he looked so different. He had on skateboarding sneakers, baggy jeans that faded down the middle, and a dark green hoodie that bagged almost to his knees and his hair had been cut... and spiked. He looked almost exactly like the magazine model, alright.

"Hey, D.C.!" Her eyes portrayed slighty annoyance and slight amazement as she jogged over to him. "Whats up, baby?" She almost cringed at the words but Draco proved to be an excellent actor and followed her cue.

"Hey, gorgeous. Sorry to interrupt this little, pow-wow." He nodded in a bored fashion towards Pete, and that's when he noticed Hermione. She had on white sweatpants and a blue tank, hair pulled up into a swingy ponytail, and huge silver hoops on her once unpierced ears. When had her hair tamed? When had she learned that rhythm? Draco wondered as he watched her practice some dance moves with her instructor.

"Surprising, right?" whispered Ginny, causing Draco to jump. He nodded.

"Weird. How do I look?"

"Different." At that Ginny raised her voice and giggled. "You crack me up. Okay, hun, I gotta get back so just sit here, and someone will bring ya anything you want." Ginny uncharacteristically blew him a kiss as she jogged back to the set.

Surprisingly, Draco managed to keep his cool until they exited the building, where he tried frantically to smooth out his hair. He went back to her penthouse to sulk when she went out to lunch with Usher, complained all throughout their coffee-date, and was picky to no end with the apartments, until finally they found one suitable just before Ginny had to dash off to her concert. Draco should've gone, but depsite the horrible memories, he was too uncomfortable and tired to go.

His rest was haunted by horrific nightmares, full of Voldemort's red, piercing eye, death of innocent people, screams, and blurry visions. He awoke the next morning in cold sweat, desperate to help Ginny (and himself) to stay away from that life as long as possible.

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