Well people here is the next chapter...hope you all love it...it is quite a bit longer than most of the other chapters. Hope no one is bothered by that.
BANG!
Ginny opened the door to the guestroom with such zeal that it banged on the wall and bounced back. She bound forward into the room and yanked the curtains open so hard she nearly pulled them down. She pounced on Draco's legs when he tried to roll over to go back to sleep.
"Rise and shine sleepy head!" Ginny called in a singsong voice that was way too cheerful for such an early hour of the morning that she was rousing poor Draco at.
"Ginny it is 10:30 in the morning. It is too early to get up," Draco groaned as he tried to pull the covers over his head.
"GEEET UPP!" Ginny said and she shook him violently.
Draco began to grumble as he stumbled from his bed in nothing but a pair of green silk boxers.
Ginny shrieked, "You could have told me about your lack of dress." Ginnyfeignedoffense but she didn't remove her eyes from him.
Draco turned smirking; "Girls just love my sexybody though! Besides if you were truly as offended and disgusted as your tone suggested, you would have looked away instead of ogling at me"
Draco reached out and grabbed his velvet robes that he had draped over the back of a chair. He pulled them on carefully and methodically buttoning them up.
Ginny shook her head quickly. She'd seen half-naked guys all her life but they were her brothers. She and Harry had been a couple for a brief time after Voldemort's demise, and sure they had vacationed and sure she had seen him as scantily clad as Draco and not batted an eye. Why did she stare, and she was big enough to admit that that was definitely what she had been doing, at Draco and looked him overfrom head to foot? Why did her heart caper like a jackrabbit when she'd seen him? Ok. If she was truly honest with herself she knew she had had a crush on him from the time she was in her third year and seen him at the Yule Ball. He'd been so perfect and that had been the moment she'd truly been over Harry Potter. But in the years after the war she'd become fond of Harry again, only to discover her feelings at the age of thirteen had been right. She had felt like she was using him to get over the sadness she'd felt when she'd heard Draco had disappeared and was assumed dead. That news had made her sick. She'd cried for days. She was unable to eat or drink without it coming back up. Her parents almost had to admit her to St. Mungos.
Eventually to ease her suffering and devitalization she'd become a nurse, but her heart hadn't always been in her work. Now that she'd found the boy she had attached herself to during the hardest time the Wizarding World had ever survived everything seemed so perfect.
Her heart had melted from the block of ice it had become after the war. It all happened so fast.
Now she had a chance to repay her debt to them.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Draco asked rapping his knuckles on the top of her head. Ginny came out of her stupor and looked up at Draco. He grinned.
"You mentioned to me last night that today I had the joy of shopping with you," Draco said and grimaced as he said joy and shopping.
"Yes. We need to get you a wand and more clothes. Perhaps if you are a good boy I'll take to the sweets shop," Ginny giggled and took his hand like a mother would a five-year-old to lead him down the stairs.
"You'd take me to get sweets?" Draco asked feigning the reaction of a young child.
"Only if you are a good boy," Ginny said warningly.
Draco hopped up a little in excitement still holding Ginny's hand.
They arrived in the kitchen and saw two plates of food waiting with a note hovering above them.
Ginny grabbed the not and read it.
Ginny,
We had to leave early this morning for a meeting with Professor Dumbledore. You and Draco go ahead and go shopping for what Draco needs. Be back by suppertime.
Love,
Mum and Dad
Ginny shrugged and stuffed the note into her pocket sitting down at the table. Draco sank gracefully into a chair.
A plate of waffles sat in front of him. He smiled. He picked up his fork and knife and began to stuff the food in.
"Waffles!" he said. "My favorite!"
Ginny could not help but grin at the exuberant exclamation of the boy who had once owned her.
They both ate till they were satiated.
Ginny barely nibbled at her food.
"Something wrong?" Draco asked watching her for any sign of deception.
"Just thinking," Ginny answered softly. "Well we better get going. Mum wants us back in time for supper."
"I hate shopping," Draco griped as Ginny led him to the fireplace. "and I hate traveling by floo."
"We are going to Diagon Alley," Ginny told him as he stepped forward to the fire.
Each of them took a handful of floo powder and Ginny motioned to Draco to go first.
Draco nodded and threw the powder to the flames. They roared a brilliant emerald green and he stepped in shouting, "Diagon Alley."
Ginny followed.
They stepped out of The Leaky Cauldron blinking against the glare of the sun.
Ginny and Draco carefully made their way down the stone street hand in hand.
"Where are we going first?" Draco asked as Ginny tugged him along behind her.
"Madam Malkin's," Ginny answered as she arrived at the front door and pushed it open.
A small bell tinkled as the door closed. A young woman with large protuberant eyes andlimp dirty blondehair bustled over to them.
"What can I do for you?" she asked giving a strange lopsided grin.
"Luna?" Ginny questioned looking the girl over.
Luna, as was her norm, was wearing an exceptionally loony arrangement of things. The sleeves of her shirt were yellow big long and bell-like at the wrists. The body of the shirt was like a bodice and it was a deep violet. Her skirt was scarlet with gold sequence decorating it and her shoes and head scarf were a deep emerald green with pink embroidered stars and moon that glittered on the scarf. She wore large silver hoop earrings with large electric blue teardrop shaped stones hanging from them. A black eagle talisman that hung on a chain of butterbeer caps dangled near her navel. She wore bright orange nail polish and workout gloves.
"Ginny, how wonderful to see you again," Loony Luna Lovegood greeted her with a hug. "Is this sexy guy your boyfriend"
"No," Ginny answered. "He was in a coma the night of you-know-who's defeat by Harry Potter. We noticed his brain had started working about two weeks ago though he did not wake up till just the other day."
"Who is this? He seems very familiar," Luna asked taking out a pair of fuchsia crescent moon shaped glasses and sliding them on.
"This is Draco Malfoy," Ginny said tugging him up next to her.
"But I thought he died," Luna said and she looked a bit upset as she said this.
"No Luna, he is very much alive," Ginny reassured her, "We came to get some clothes for him. Just every day robes."
"Now you're talkin'!" Luna cried and clapped her hands. A tape measure and box of needles flew into her hands and she grinned. "Follow me."
Luna led them to the back of the store. Draco climbed up onto a stool and set the tape measure to working.
"What colors are we thinking?" Luna asked the boy who stood legs apart and arms outstretched like an eagle.
"I think just two plain black and two green for everyday wear," Ginny said reasonably and she dropped into a chair to watch Draco have all the fun that males have while shopping.
The scowl never left his face the entire time. Twenty minutes later Luna had finished getting precise measurements for Draco.
"Your robes should be ready within the next three hours," Luna said as Draco hopped down. Draco nodded and moved behind Ginny.
"We'll be back then," Ginny said.
They exited the shop and headed up towards Ollivander's shop. Draco opened the door for Ginny.
They walked into the dusty shop. The shop was small and dimly lit. Boxes were piled floor to ceiling. Ginny took a seat on the only piece of furniture in the place, a small rickety chair.
"Hello," a soft voice spoke behind him.
Draco whirled around and was face to face with an ancient man with shining silver eyes that were somewhat creepy.
"Draco Malfoy," the antediluvian looking man spoke staring at Draco. "How good to see you again."
Draco pulled back from the eccentric looking fellow.
"I assume you are here for a new wand," the gray old man said hobbling to the wall where boxes were.
He carefully tugged one of the boxes out.
"Unicorn hair, maple, swishy, ten and three quarters inches," Mr. Ollivander spoke handing the wand to Draco.
Draco waved it. Nothing happened.
Mr. Ollivander snatched it back and set it aside. He pulled another.
"Phoenix feather, oak, nine and one half inch, pliable," he said passing the wand to him.
He snatched it back seconds later and added it to the rapidly accumulating pile.
Draco's arm began to grow very tired as the hour wore on and Draco grew more exasperated. Mr. Ollivander just grew more and more enthusiastic.
They had gone through every wand in the place and still not one worked for Draco.
"How very peculiar," the old man said as he began to put wands back in their boxes and back on the shelves.
"Do I not have a wand sir? Am I not a wizard?" Draco asked as the stooped over man gathered the wands and put them away.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are a wizard and you do have a wand. Unfortunately for you at this moment, that is, is that wand you first got from my shop is the only that will ever work for you. I remember it, Dragon heartstring that had bound to the hair of a vampire, black pine, rigid, thirteen inches. Powerful wand. Too powerful for the child you were when I sold it to you but I would say just right, now."
Draco frowned. "How am I to find my wand?"
Mr. Ollivander shrugged, "I've heard that your mother uses it to test people who claim to be you. It did put quite a dent in the number of people when the wand blasted a nasty curse into the face of the holder. It was to St. Mungos with them.
"So I am stuck without a wand till I convince my mother that I am her son," Draco asked with narrow eyes.
"The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Malfoy," Mr. Ollivander said as he shooed them from the shop.
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