..::AN: chappie Nine..hope u likes..if u like this fic spread the word about it to other g/d shippers i really love hearing what people think about it!! more comedic moments coming soon..i hope . ::..
Ginny woke up the next morning, the thick blankets and pillows keeping her warm and
cozy. She smiled a bit to herself, she felt so content in this room, it gave off such a
pleasant feeling towards her, she sat up thinking she just had the best sleep of her life.
She looked to see the fire was going lightly, the room was a bit dark even though
it was morning. She slipped out of the enormous bed finding her slippers on the side of
the bed where she left them the night before and slid her feet into them.
Looking outside the window she saw the sky was a greyish-blue, like it had rained
last night. She saw small puddles outside and realized it had, she looked to see she her
room was at the side of the manor, overlooking a small creek. Sighing she opened the
other small door in the room and went to take a shower in the bathroom that matched the
room
As the hot water ran over her face Ginny reached for her scented shower gel, that
had been conveniently placed in the shower with all her other bath things. It was then she
remembered she had kissed Draco's cheek, she sighed angrily tempted to gouge out her
eyes with the scrub brush.
"Why the hell did I have to do that? He probably laughed at me the whole way to
his quarters." she grumbled quietly out loud. She knew why, she really was touched by
him letting her sleep in this magnificent room. She knew he had seen her on the verge of
tears in his parlor, she felt terrible about him seeing her like that, she was surprised he
didn't make her sleep in that room itself, the painting right in front of her.
She would have done that to anyone who did something that nice for her.
"Wouldn't I?" she thought to herself, curiously.
Once dressed in a pair of black pants and a white sweater Ginny went downstairs
for breakfast, to find there was a large commotion in the foyer.
"I told you to just give her the damn note is that too hard to understand?!"
someone yelled angrily, Ginny recognized it as Draco's voice. She stopped on the side of
the staircase that branched into the grand one.
"But Mr. Draco! She's your guest! You can't just leave for that long and expect
her to not wonder what's going on! Besides she's got her article to do!" protested one of
the ghost maids, a young girl in a misty uniform.
"Leaving?" Ginny asked, all heads turned up to her and Draco sighed angrily.
"Leaving where?" she asked going down the stairs quickly. She saw two suitcases by the
door, Draco wearing a thick traveling robe of black.
"Leaving where?" she repeated going over to him, in disbelief.
"I've been called to Ireland." he said. "I cant miss this for anything and I'm sorry.
But I got my secretary to owl number twenty two and move your deadline to the next
issue of the magazine. The party for Vraleish has been moved to the end of the month for
when I return. You can stay here until I return, I'll be back in a week. The back grounds
past the stone wall, and the southern wing are forbidden, they're run down and I haven't
gotten about to repairing them yet. I don't want an injury hanging over my head. I must
go now before im late." he said, pulling on a pair of black dragon hide gloves.
Ginny looked at him angrily. "So your just going to leave? And what your were
planning to leave me some stupid note to explain why you were leaving?"
Draco opened the door, and sent for a servant to prepare a portkey to Ireland
immediately. Draco looked at the staircase behind her, he hadn't looked her in the face
during the entire conversation so far and it was driving her mad.
"You get this enormous place to yourself, you can go and do as you please and
you know I don't really mind. I don't see why you care so much whether I'm gone or not.
I'll see you in a week." with that he stepped out, carrying his suitcases into the light rain
that returned a little while ago.
Ginny sighed fiddling with the simple silver chain she wore around her neck,
looking down at the floor a little downcast.
"Neither do I.." she murmured.
The brown and black spotted owl soared in through the window, its long and
graceful wings on a slight angle before it stopped on Ginny's old school trunk she now
had placed at the end of the large bed.
Ginny smiled getting a treat from a small box she usually kept in her night stand,
but was now sitting on her dresser. She let the owl take a few in its beak before untying
the letter from its left leg.
"Dear Ginny!
Where have you been? You haven't showed up for work in ages! Are you trying to get
yourself fired? What about the flat? We're you able to move in without my help? Let me
know everything, I've been worrying myself to death!"
Love Luna."
Ginny slapped her forehead getting a piece of paper and quill, she looked at the
quill before dipping it in the ink. Thinking about how strange it felt to be holding one
again, with being in such a hurry all the time, surrounded by modern inventions, she
hadn't had to use one since her school days.
Something so small as that made Ginny realize as she dipped the quill into a small
ink pot and began to write atop her school chest, that she was losing touch with the ways
thing had been. She was so caught up in her job, she had forgotten how much she used to
like writing poetry with quills to make it look like calligraphy. How she used to swim in a
small pond with her brothers, not caring if she got covered in the clay that used to sit at
the bottom of the murky waters.
Little things she used to love to do. Reading books while sitting on the large fence
that used to end the property of the burrow, while looking out at the large forest. The dirt
roads she used to walk down that were in that forest, leading to large oak and cedar trees
that were too big for her to fit her arms around.
As she mindlessly wrote back to Luna, telling her that Luna couldn't know where
she was because it had to do a lot with her article, but she'd be back soon. Things like
that without mentioning where she really was, what she was doing. She continued to
think of all the things that seemed so silly when she was younger, that she'd endure for
hours upon hours. Making crowns out of daisies and sitting them upon her head while
trying to catch fairies in the fields, taking naps under the boughs of ancient looking
gnarled trees.
Ginny had been alone a lot when she was younger, her brothers, though they hated
to admit it now, shut her out a lot. Because she was the girl in the family they always
teased her, but she found her peace in doing things she loved by herself.
Sighing Ginny attached her short letter back to the owls leg, and watched it soar
back out the window it came through into the dull rain that had persisted all morning. The
clock ticked quietly, Ginny quietly sat down on the thick bed wondering how she could
have let herself get so caught up in the modern and chic world of journalism, and forget
so many things that used to mean everything to her.
The carriage Draco sat in rattled up the rocky road, Draco looked out at the lush
green hills that rolled by, stone fences cris-crossing endlessly. He rubbed his temple,
ignoring the migraine that was setting in.
There was no real meeting, he made this trip a few times a year. A visit he wished
he could make more often, but couldn't seem to find the time. But once he got the
message that something was wrong with 'her,' he couldn't stay away. He had to go and
see for himself. Praying that nothing was wrong, Draco stepped out of the carriage trying
to regain the feeling in his legs the cramped carriage had taken away. Then walked into
the tall castle-like stone building.
The light rain continued, Ginny looked at the grey clouds sadly before apparating
to Diagon Alley. Pulling her light cloak around her she stepped out of the light rain that
continued in the cobble streets where witches and wizards were bustling by to get errands
done.
Hood raised Ginny scampered into the wizards book shop Flourish and Blotts
taking shelter from the rain. Not that this was her only reason for coming here, Ginny
came to try and salvage some of the things she was beating herself for forgetting.
Scanning through the isles, Ginny lowered her hood, letting her deep red hair fall
down her shoulders as she searched through row upon row of endless books. She sighed
looking up the massive, small, and tiny volumes, all different colours and different topics.
Her eyes came across a few murder stories she usually wouldn't mind reading. But today
that's not what she was interested in, she made her hand recoil away from that section and
moved on.
"Here we go." Ginny smiled quietly to herself as she reached an 'Old Fantasy
Classics' section. She pulled out several books that caught her eye, the covers with
beautifully illustrated designs, all looking like an original copy.
The Witch and the Cathedral, Swept Away Before Dawn, Lilies of the Valley,
Dancing Gargoyles at Midnight, The Nymph and the Pearl, and Enchanted, were all titles
of the old books she stacked up in her arms. They were old books, around the time of
Ginny's great-grandmother, stories her Grannie had been read when she was little. These
were exactly the sort of books Ginny used to read when she was younger.
She carefully made her way to the counter by the till, holding onto the books
tightly before setting them down on the polished wood as carefully as she could. An
elderly wizard popped up from behind the counter with large spectacles that made his
eyes seem twice their normal size, Ginny all but had a heart attack.
"Oh my god!" she said as she jumped up startled. The wizard chuckled merrily.
"My you have some collection here." he said, he picked up the velvet covered
book on top and his eyes widened even more. "My my.. " he muttered.
"What?" Ginny asked, a little un nerved by his reaction, and from how he popped
up out of no where.
The man looked at her, lowering his spectacles, his bright purple eyes brimming
with curiosity and happiness. "I haven't sold any of these books within sixty years.
Nobody has even touched that section in that long either. But you wouldn't believe how
happy I am your buying them! Classics these here are, touching and brilliant works of art,
there will never be books that leave you as stunned as these ones." he breathed, ringing
the books up. He then wrapped them up in brown paper and tied them with a simple red
ribbon. Ginny smiled warmly at the old wizard.
"I used to read books like these a lot when I was still in school. Especially The
Nymph and the Pearl, I liked that one the most because she had red hair like me and too
many brothers." she remembered out loud. The man smiled even wider.
"I'm glad you came in today Miss. Seeing someone buy these books has given me
faith in some of today's young whipper-snappers. So you'll let me give you a discount."
he commanded as the gold till shot out her bill amazingly quickly.
"Oh no..I couldn't, I mean after all they're worth every knut and galleon." she
said, taken a back by the mans offer.
"Nonsense. Besides I want to see you come back and buy more of these soon,
that'll be fifty galleons and twelve sickles please." he said holding out his hand. Ginny
smiled handing him the money.
"Thank you very much Sir. And don't worry I will be back I promise." she
promised, she waved and left the shop with her package. Underneath the small overhang
of the shops roof she pointed the end of her wand at the package and said clearly;
"Impervius!" so the books wouldn't get ruined. Smiling and excited to get back to the
manor where she could start on her books she raised her hood and went out into the rain
to go and buy some chocolates.