We all should know by now that I am borrowing J.K. Rowling's characters and not coming up with them on my own.
Well here is the next chapter...Chapter 8...
Draco wore a perpetual scowl on their way up the street. He was quiet and looked introspective.
They picked up his robes and went home after a brief meal in the Leaky Cauldron.
When they arrived home Draco stood staring out the window in a westerly direction in silence as the sun set. Brilliant shades of red and gold lit the room casting long shadows on the wall.
"Draco, Ginny. Are you two home?" the voice of Mrs. Weasley flitted through the air.
"Yeah mum," Ginny called looking up from her book. "We're back."
Mrs. Weasley walked into the room and observed the two young adults.
Ginny was apparently deeply into the romantic novel she was reading, The Princess Bride. Though every so often she would glance up to watch her patient.
Draco was lost in thought. He just stared out the window. The red reminded him of so many things.
"Are you two hungry?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Mr. Weasley sat down at the coffee table and began to tinker with the 'fellytone' some more.
"I am a little," Ginny replied. "Are you hungry Draco?"
Draco scowled as a voice interrupted his trip down memory lane. He screwed his face into a look of indifference and turned to look at Ginny. He raised an eyebrow in Ginny's direction indicating his desire to have the question asked again.
"Are you hungry?" Ginny repeated. Her eyes softened at the look of indifference the boy was clearly trying to put on for her benefit. She, having been his servant for more than a year, could see the subtle sadness in his eyes as well as a hint of restrained fury.
Draco shrugged, "Not terribly." He padded over to Ginny and began to read over her shoulder.
"You want to read with me?" she asked.
Draco smiled for the first time since that morning and nodded. He walked around to sit next to her on the couch.
Ginny handed him half the book while she claimed the other side.
They sat there drawn into the tale of Princess Buttercup and Westley making good their escape from the cruel prince who had wanted to murder the princess.
Mrs. Weasley poked her hear into the room and just as she was about to inform them that supper was ready she stopped.
Draco and Ginny had snuggled up quite close to one another. Ginny had her head on his shoulder and he had his arm around her waist. They each held up one side of the book and two candles floated above their heads so the light was better.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at the pair. It pleased her to see her only daughter in the company of such a well-mannered and polite boy who she truly liked and the boy appeared to return the feeling.
"Supper is ready you two," Mrs. Weasley said still smiling as she turned and went back into the kitchen.
Dinner was completely silent. Ginny and Draco kept tossing each other secret looks when they thought the other wasn't looking.
Mr. Weasley smiled at his wife who smiled back. Young love. He pushed his glasses up on his nose so to better observe his youngest and only unmarried child.
He noticed her blush as Draco looked at her and she turned away.
Soon dinner was over. Ginny and Draco want back to the living room to finish the book they'd abandoned.
They were at the very end.
Draco turned the page.
"What? What happens to them?" he asked turning to Ginny for an answer.
"He is what Muggles call an open ended writer. He liked people to decide for themselves what would happen. You imagine your own ending."
Draco rose and walked back to the window. Ginny put the book on the table and whipped her reading glasses off and set them atop the book.
She rose and walking softly up behind him she placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder.
Draco turned and looked into the doe-like eyes of his nurse who had promised to help him.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" Ginny asked looking up into his blue-gray eyes. She reached up a second later and brushed a strand of his silver blonde hair back from his pale face.
Draco nodded.
They walked to the closet. Draco reached in and took the cloak that belonged to Ginny out first and wrapped it around her shoulders before tossing his own over his.
"We'll be back in a hour or two mum," Ginny said as she opened the door.
They walked down the moonlit path side by side.
"Are you okay with everything Draco? You seem troubled," Ginny asked gently and turned to watch her companion as they entered a small grove of trees.
Draco sighed and kicked a pebble viciously with his boot. "I enjoyed the shopping more than I thought I would except when you offered that little explanation to Luna...I find it upsetting that strangers know more about me than I do, but I am getting used to that. I found it rather draining and disappointing to try all those wands and have none work for me." He stared up at the stars then and he found himself seeking out the many constellations he knew. Venus was bright.
"It's bound to be disheartening to learn that only one wand will work for you and you can not get it," Ginny whispered, "and even worse to not know who you are."
Draco sighed. He grabbed Ginny's hand then. For some reason it felt like that was what would give him the most comfort. He pulled it close to him. She squeezed it in return.
"I have so many questions," Draco said. "I am so confused."
"I will do my best to answer any question you may have for me," Ginny replied and she sighed.
"What, well I guess how...How do you plan on getting my mum and I back together? What will you be teaching me? When will I see my mum? Where? Do you promise to help me till the end?"
"Slow down. One question at a time," Ginny said and she smiled at the inquisitiveness of her comrade. "I am going to talk to Lady Malfoy, your mother, at the annual Ministry Ball. We will be going over dancing, etiquette as well as what we know of your family history, which is not much, but we will teach you what we know. I do not remember the rest of the questions, if you would please ask them again one at a time."
"When will I get to see my mum?" Draco asked looking imploringly into Ginny's eyes.
The ball will be held in nine months. So in nine months," Ginny said with a slight smile.
"Will you stay with me and help me no matter what?" Draco asked staring into her eyes as if everything hinged on this answer. He looked a bit like a puppy begging for scraps from his mistress.
"I promise no matter what happens," Ginny said and tugged his hand pulling him to the edge of the cliff to dangle their legs over.
The sky was getting growing dark. Clouds rolled like great waves across the sky almost obscuring the moon from sight. Giant angry waves crashed on the cliffs increasing in intensity.
Lightning sizzled across the night sky right above their heads as the moon faded from view. A bellow of thunder accompanied it moments later. Then as if the sky had split the torrents of rain gushed down upon them. Within seconds Ginny and Draco were inundated. Ginny's hair was plastered to her head.
"Do you suppose we should get back?" Draco yelled as he climbed to his feet and offered a hand to Ginny.
"YEAH!" Ginny yelled back and took the proffered hand.
They practically sprinted back to the burrow where Mrs. Weasley made a big deal of getting them warm and dry. She also forced them to drink a vial of pepperup potion each.
With ears blowing steam they went up to bed.
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