Angel

By: SpazzingAzn

Summary: Draco Malfoy's a wealthy bachelor. A healer, handsome looks. Ginny Weasley is a heart broken girl who's confused. Everything's great till an angel is inside Draco's head and lots of things turn from paradise to hell.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you would recognize. Everything else that you don't recognize is mine. ALL MINE. You take it and I KELLLL YOU!

A/N:I've been lazy…. SHUT UP ALREADY! I've been having problems of my own you know, hormones, acne, guys being stupid, homework, teachers being stupid, friends going. sigh I best get writing. This… is my Christmas present to you guys!

Chapter 5- Snowflakes and Kisses

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!Look Aunt Ginny! LOOK! I'm FLYING!" yelled a young 4 year old flying a toy broomstick which her father gave her as an early Christmas present.

Ginny smiled, only Ron's little Heather could have be like that. Heather ran up to Ginny and hugged her tight. Yes, it was Christmas time once again. Everything was almost perfect. True, she was still a little heart broken over Andrew but Hermione and Luna had been with her every step of the way and now she was back to her usual self. The Christmas tree was outstanding like every year, bringing warmth to her eyes and also a smile. Christmas was her favourite time of the year.

She snuggled into a chair to be joined by Harry. HARRY?

"HARRY! Wh-what are you doing?" her voice stuttering as she stood up form the chair.

He grinned at her, "Nothing. Why do you ask?" his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ginny blushed and walked into the kitchen, muttering to herself that Ron had better give Harry a kick in the arse so he could get into gear. Why did Harry like her NOW anyways? Ever since yesterday he'd been flirting with her… quite a lot actually. It usually wasn't like him to be so, err, open with the ladies.

The kitchen smelt of… ginger snap cookies! She loved them to death, when she was smaller her mother would have always scolded her for stealing freshly baked cookies from the pan. Despite the remembrance of being scolded by her mother Ginny giggled. Those were the good ol' times back there. Now, everything was just complicated. So. Damn. Complicated. Her brown eyes glowed with mischief. Time to steal more cookies and stuff her face silly!

"Draco. WAKE UP! IT'S NOON YOU DOLT."

"5 more minutes mom…"

"Dear god, why did you put me with such and idiot?"

"I AM NOT AN IDIOT!!!"

"Prove it girly man."

"GIRLY MAN? What kind of insult was that?"

"How can you not know Draco? It's so obvious."

"Just shut up Vince."

To Draco's displeasure, he got out of bed. He was going to see his mother since it was Christmas. She said she also invited one of his little friends. He suspected Pansy Parkinson, as much as he loved his mother, he would literally bury her in the ground if she did invite that bitch.

He sighed as he stood outside his mother's door. She had a wreath up which looked kind of odd since it was made out of wood and ivy. Draco shuddered; maybe it was time to put his mother in an old wizards and witches home. He knocked each one at a slow pace.

Knock. pause Knock. pause Knock.

To his surprise, his mother was dressed in a very Christmassy dress. It even had blinking muggle lights on it. This scared him.

"Aw, wittle Dwaco is scared of his MOMMMY."

"Shut up you fucking bastard."

"Tsk tsk Draco. Didn't your mother tell you swearing was rude?"

"Mother!" he kissed her on the cheek, "How are you?"

She smiled at him, her face almost glowing with happiness, "Good dear. Now get inside! You'll catch a cold from all this snow!"

The Malfoy trademark of one of their eyebrows being raised in confusion came into act. Draco Malfoy was so very confused. What was his mother up to exactly?

"Yes Draco. Do get inside out of the cold," Blaise replied, appearing out of the shadows right on cue.

His silver eyes glittered and turned into silts. His mother… invited his very annoying best friend who happened to be a whore over for CHRISTMAS? This was getting ridiculous.

"Well, hello to you too Zabini."

Blaise grinned in return, holding two glasses of champagne. Draco's mother had a vast collection of alcoholic liquids. In return, Draco nodded and took the drink from Blaise, taking a sip from it.

This was odd. In fact, this Christmas felt… so very different. As if… well, as if Christmas wasn't really about presents. He was raised to know that Christmas, was ALL about presents, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn't about presents. Maybe his mother was trying to tell him that Christmas was about family and friends and giving. Or, maybe he was completely wrong and his mom had gone mentally insane and should be treated right away.

Harry grinned at himself. Why did he feel so comfortable around Ginny? Like she was his wife or something? Oh Hell. He was falling for Ginny, even more so then last time. Was this bad? Was this supposed to happen? He didn't know.

"Daddy?" asked Daniel as he clutched his teddy bear.

Harry Potter snapped back to reality, "Yes Danny?"

"Do you like Auntie Ginny?"

"I think so."

Ginny gasped. She had accidentally overheard the father and son conversation. Harry Potter, her former yet hugest crush liked her? This was a turn of events but… Harry didn't spark anything. Whenever she kissed him on the cheek all those times before when she was saying her hello nothing. She felt nothing. Did she like him? No, of course not. Her body felt… weird. Like, her blood just stopped flowing. Or time was slowing down. She ran out of the house. Harry looked around. Everybody must have been upstairs, leaving Ginny, Daniel, and himself alone. But… why? Did they already sense that he liked her? He heard the kitchen door close. Time to catch some fire.

"Ginny?" he called out as he peered around the door.

She was sitting on a rock looking at the sky and the falling snowflakes. Her hair a red cascading waterfall stood out, her silky locks of hair glistening. His heart ached. Maybe he would have a chance with her. Maybe, he would find way to her heart and mend everything that broke it. For surely, who else would have been her night in shinning armor other then the boy who lived and liquefied the dark lord?

Draco sat at the table as his mother brought all the she had cooked out onto the table. Who knew Narcissa Malfoy could cook? He sure didn't and he was her son! Probably pried some recipes and techniques off the Weasleys. His thoughts turned to one Ginny Weasley. He was seeing a lot of her lately.

"Where's Lovegood Zabini?"

"She's Zabini now Draco. She went to her mother's for Christmas. Her father isn't erm, too fond of me as I am of him." Blaise replied back, gulping down his drink.

"Having trouble in paradise already Blaise? I knew it would work," Draco said with a nasty grin.

"No. WE actually just decided it would be better if I didn't go to her Father's for Christmas." Replied the black haired man his eyes glittering with annoyance.

The young Malfoy just shrugged. Well, that wife of Blaise's certainly had her little finger wound around him tightly and Blaise must have stuck a wand up his ass while doing it accidentally.

Narcissa Malfoy peered into the dining room of her house. Her little Draco needed a pretty girlfriend, or wife. She preferred wife instead. She wanted her son to have the best though.

"Me thinks your mother is thinking of a plan."

"What? Why?"

"I think that she thinks that you're lonely and need a pretty wife."

"WHAT? A WIFE? I'm perfectly FINE being a bachelor!"

"That's not what she thinks Draco darling."

"Shut up with that STUPID GOD FORSAKEN NAME!!"

"Make me."

Draco mentally grr-ed in his head. He hated Vince as of now till the end of time. Why was he of all people, stuck with this… angel in his head who said he was there to help him find love? This was just… ARGH!! He had to stop himself from banging his head against the table.

Ginny blinked as she continued to watch the snowflakes fall. Mr.Weasley always said that snowflakes were magical when she was little. He had said that each little flake represented all the people who had the right feelings of Christmas. She smiled again. She stood up and started twirling around in the snow laughing as she imagined herself in a different person's eyes. Suddenly she fell and started laughing. Harry, upon seeing her fall rushed over to here.

"Ginny?"

"Harry… you were watching me? You know, to me that looks like real stalker material."

Harry shook his head with a smile, "I have NOT been stalking you if that's what you're thinking Miss Ginny Weasley."

The red head rolled her eyes and she noticed Harry's hands were on her shoulders.

"Err… Harry?"

He blinked. He was having de ja vu or something. Right before his eyes he saw himself holding Ginny with one arm, Daniel, and a little baby girl in his other arm that looked exactly like Ginny, just with green eyes like his. Hell, Ginny Weasley was going to have to be his wife one day, even if it took forever for him to get her.

He pulled Ginny toward him and kissed her. This was his Christmas present to Ginny.

A/N: I know, I'm a bad bad bad author for putting lots of Harry/Ginny action in but you'll know why soon enough. And remember, more reviews, the more motivated I get to UPDATE!!!!