Disclaimer: I own nothing cause I'm a poor little girl with an over active imagination. Wahoo!!!!! 'Course my mom asked me if I was going to publish this when I'm done, and I told her, "Do you think I want to get sued?" And I say NO! which is why I'm saying that I don't own anything related to this story, honestly, I don't. Not even a tiny crumb or speck
A/N: Draco's OOC, so so so so sorry. Also, Malachi means my messenger, isn't that cool.
Who Opened the Dragon's Heart
Chapter 15
"Gin Gin!" a voice shouted as Virginia Weasley stepped through the front door of her beloved home.
"Billy Willy?!?" Ginny exclaimed as she saw her favorite brother standing a few feet from the doorway. Immediately Ginny flew at Bill Weasley, wrapping her arms around him as he spun her around. "What are you doing here?" Ginny asked after Bill had set her down.
"I thought I'd surprise you," Bill answered. "Are you surprised?"
"Immensely!" Ginny replied, giving Bill a tight hug. "I'm so glad to see you."
"Well, I'm happy about that. Now let's go sit down in the family room and you can tell me about what has happened at Hogwarts."
"Nothing special, really," Ginny explained as Bill lead her to a sofa. "Classes are unbearable as usual."
"And potions?" Bill asked.
"Challenging," Ginny answered. "I think Snape has softened a bit to me, though. He rarely takes any points from me."
"And why should he?" Bill asked. "You are his prize pupil."
Ginny scoffed, "Far from it. Dra-I mean Malfoy's his favorite, and best." Mentioning Draco brought back all of Ginny's memories of the last two days.
"So how are things going with Malfoy?"
"Nothing's going on!" Ginny hurried out. "All we do is the work on the project, nothing else."
"Hmm, is that all?" Bill inquired, highly interested in Gin's behavior. "No need to get all flustered, Gin. It's just a simple question."
"Right, of course," Gin replied quickly.
"Lunch!" Molly Weasley called from the kitchen.
"We better get in there quick," Bill suggested. "Pretty soon Fred and George are going to be stampeding down those stairs and Ron with 'em." Bill was right and as soon as Gin and Bill reached the kitchen doorway whoops and hollers were heard as the boys descended down the stairs. Quickly Ginny grabbed some lunch and settled down at the table.
"How did those Mighty Mouse Pills work out for you, Gin?" Fred asked as he sat down across from Ginny.
"You didn't have any problems, did you?" George asked after he took a bite of his sandwich.
"Well your pill/body size balance is awkward. I didn't know I was supposed to only take half of a pill so I was bouncing off of the walls."
"Gin! You're supposed to read the label of medicine you're unfamiliar with," Fred scolded.
"Honestly Gin, some times you can be rather stupid," joked George from beside Fred.
"I'm stupid?" Gin asked. "I'm not the one who made it so that only a 200 pound person could have one of those pills. It's normal for a person to take a whole pill despite their weight."
"All right, Gin, all right," Fred spoke. "We apologize, next time we'll explain it to you."
"Yea," George continued in a more caring voice, "we wouldn't want anything to happen to you because of our foolishness or something else."
"We shall protect you from all evil," Fred remarked in a knightly voice. "Whether it is a nasty spider," Fred and George snickered as they looked at Ron.
"Or the boogie man is chasing you," George carried on.
"Or even if a big, bad dragon is going to carry you away to his deep, dark cave," Fred spoke bravely.
"We shall save you, Virginia Weasley!" George proclaimed. "For we are your knightly brothers. Sir Frederick Scott Weasley and Sir George Tilden Weasley of the humble Burrow, located somewhere in England. Where? No one knows for sure."
"One day you shall be in grave danger," Fred prophesied, "and we, your brave knights, will come galloping on our noble steads and save you, the red haired damsel in distress." At this both Fred and George rose from their seats and pretended to gallop around the table. The rest of the Weasley's broke into laughter as the Twins paraded their "noble steads" throughout the kitchen. As the laughter died down an immense bird flew up to the kitchen window and proceeded to tap on the window, wanting to be let in. Fred was closest to the window and hurriedly opened and closed the window, since the weather was quite chilly. The amazing bird flew directly to Ginny and settled down on her shoulder, dropping a piece of parchment on Ginny's lap. Ginny knew it was Draco's owl and there would be hell to pay if Ron recognized the bird. Just as she expected Ron let out a yell.
"Why in bloody hell is Malfoy's owl here?" Ron exclaimed.
"Well obviously he's delivering a note, Ronald," Ginny retorted, even though she was wondering the same thing.
Gin-
I can't tell you how terribly sorry I am about what happened on the train earlier today. I should not have taken advantage of you in the way that I did. Please accept this apology of mine. I hope you have a very happy Christmas.
D. Malfoy
"Well?" Ron inquired. "What did the slimy git say?"
"He-uh-he just wanted to remind me of what I needed to do over the Holiday for the project," Ginny answered cautiously.
"Then why's his bloody bird still here?" Ron growled.
"He probably just wants a bit to eat," Ginny replied, as she gave Draco's owl a bite of her lunch she bent and whispered to the bird, "Fly up to my room, please." The owl gratefully took the bit of sandwich and in a flourish the elegant owl flew out the window that Ron, begrudgedly, was holding open with a scowl.
"I don't see why we should be feeding a Malfoy's bird. I'm surprised he even accepted the food," Ron snarled.
"Well, not all animals take after their owners. Or do you want us to call you a follower of the Dark Lord? We could also say that you're the reason Harry's parents are dead!" Gin retorted, referring to Scabbers. "May I be excused? I want to go unpack my trunk."
"Of course sweetie," Ginny's mother replied, shocked by Ginny's outburst.
"Why did he write to me?" Ginny asked herself as she climbed the stairs to her room. "Why can't he just pretend I don't exist? I'm only a muggle-lover, and he hates those, probably says they're just as bad, or worse, as muggles."
As Ginny pushed open her bedroom door she was amazed to find Draco's owl perched on her desk chair. "How did you get in here? And how did you close the window?" Ginny asked as she stroked the owl's sleek feathers. "Of course Draco Malfoy would have an extremely intelligent owl, and a gorgeous one at that. You wouldn't happen to have a name, would you pretty fella? Would you like a bite to eat while I write back to your master?"
Ginny started to look for a bit of food that she kept hidden around her room. Being the only girl in her family did have its perks, Ginny was blessed with having her own room, true it was small, but it was private. "You know," Gin spoke to the owl as she fed him bits of food, "your owner is a real prick." Draco's owl hooted almost as if agreeing with her. "If he thinks he can say those things he did, do those things to me that he did, distract me in that Draco Malfoy way, and then send you to give me an apology note and expect me to pretend that none of that happened, he's got another thing comin'." Ginny got out a piece of paper and began to write.
Draco Malfoy-
Please do not owl me unless it is related to the Lying Truth project. Thank you for your apology, but I feel that I am not able to accept it nor forgive you for any of the things that you did.
Virginia Jacqueline Weasley
"There," Ginny spoke as she finished her name with a flourish. "Take that to Draco, if you please," Ginny added as she handed the letter to the owl. She opened the window so the owl could fly off in the wintery night. Ginny then set to unpacking her trunk. After she was finished she settled onto her bed and grabbed her diary.
December 14
Well Fidella, I made it home to the Burrow. My favorite brother, Bill, surprised me by coming home early. My other brother, Charlie, will be coming home soon also. My two goofy brothers, George and Fred, really helped welcome me home. Percy home, of course, but he stays in his room whenever he's not at the Ministry of Magic.
God how I hate that man! And don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about! Draco Malfoy is an insufferable git. He tells me that he's nothing like his father, and then what does he do? He laughs and jokes with his Slytherin friends about torturing and killing muggles. The stupid two-faced snake. And he then had the nerve to kiss me in an absolutely amazing way. He had no right to make me feel that way. And then to actually send an apology note...was actually kind of sweet of him. Oh Fidella, why did I tell him off like that? See, I sent a note back to him telling him not to talk to me unless it's about the Lying Truth. Because he said the worst stuff while he was on the train. 'Course he couldn't exactly say 'Sorry guys, but you've been fooled. I hate Lucius and everything related to him. And the whole torturing and killing Muggles thing? Yea, that doesn't appeal to me at all.'
I can't decide whether to hate Draco or be nice to him. I mean, after all this, I still call him Draco, not Malfoy.
Gin glanced up as someone knocked on her door.
"Gin, do you want to go throw some snowballs at the twins?" Bill asked as he slowly opened Gin's bedroom door. Bill was already decked out in his winter wear.
Gin tossed the idea around in her head, Well I haven't had much chance to enjoy the winter, and I can always pretend I'm throwing the snowballs at Draco. "Sure!" Ginny exclaimed as she bounced off of her bed. "Let me just grab my frock and we can pound 'em."
moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
"It's nice of you to come home for the Holiday," Lucius Malfoy's voice echoed, with contempt, through the room as the Malfoy's partook in their soup course. The three Malfoy's in the house were gathered around their elegant dining table that was situated in their smaller more private dining area. They had a second dining area that was filled with an immense dining table that was able to seat almost 250 guests. There was a dim glow filling the room thanks to the candles lit around the room.
"Yes Draco," Narcissa added after she had sipped her soup. "It is quite enjoyable having you home again."
"I enjoy being home, Mother," Draco replied.
"Then maybe you should have come home more often," Lucius snarled.
"Well," Draco retorted back, "as I had told you, quite often, I was unable to come home due to an excess amount of schoolwork." Magically the soup bowls dispersed and the main course appeared. The dish was a well prepared pork roast, complete with potatoes and carrots.
"And this time?" Lucius questioned.
"This time," Draco replied, "I felt that I would rather be home then have to work with that stupid Muggle-lover Weasley."
"Don't forget to leave room for dessert, Draco dear," Narcissa reminded her son as he started in on his dish.
"What is the dessert?" Draco asked.
"An absolutely delicious dish. A chocolate satin pie. It's absolutely scrumptious," Narcissa replied.
"I'm afraid I will have to pass on dessert," Lucius spoke as he finished his plate.
"And why is that, Lucius?" Narcissa inquired after her husband.
"I must finish some more work," Lucius answered as he rose from the table and walked from the room.
"Well, it's nice to know the Death Eaters are keeping Lucius occupied," Draco spoke as soon as Lucius had left.
"Sometimes I wonder if that's good or bad," Narcissa wondered aloud. "Though, Draco dear, it was refreshing to hear you play on the piano again. I've never heard you play as beautifully as you did today. The passion that you put into those pieces was astounding. What was your inspiration?"
Ginny Weasley, Draco thought to himself.
"A young lady, perhaps?" Narcissa inquired.
Lie, Draco! Don't even hint about Ginny. "No, Mother," Draco replied.
"You don't have any girl interested in you? Surely there must be some girl. You've always been a favorite with the ladies."
I just want Ginny. "Well, there is Pansy Parkinson," Draco mentioned, his voice filled with disgust, "she seems quite determined to get in my pants."
"Ah, yes. The young Miss Parkinson. I believe your father will be speaking with you about her later."
"Marvelous, now that I know what to look forward to I'm going to go up to my wing," Draco spoke to his mother after he had finished his dessert. "Maybe I"ll even do some vomiting."
"All right, Draco. Enjoy yourself," Narcissa called out to her son's receding back.
Draco opened his library door to discover his owl roosting beside his immense writing desk.
"You certainly flew back in a hurry, Malachi," Draco spoke to his owl. Malachi hooted in an answer. Draco picked up Ginny's reply to him. As he read her answer his face turned red in rage. "God damn it!" Draco screamed as he finished the note. "It figures that now that I can accept my feelings for her she cuts me off, completely. She can't accept my apology? Why the hell not?"
"You're a Slytherin," Ginny whispered, "and you'll always be a Slytherin...I'm a Gryffindor."
"I'm so sick and tired of this barrier between me and Ginny!" Draco exclaimed as he remembered what Ginny had said on the train. "And if we can't even be friends, there's no way we can be more." Draco turned the chair to stare at the fire ablaze in the fireplace. "But the way I feel for that red headed vixen. Ah, yes," Draco remembered, "my red headed vixen." Quickly Draco spun around and grabbed a piece of parchment.
Gin-
I know you asked me to not write to you unless it had to do with the Lying Truth, but I'm sorry I just can't do that. It seems like I always think about you. Even when I try not to. Just a few days ago, no not even a few days ago, it was yesterday, I was daydreaming and this absolutely stunning woman appeared, and you know who it was? You. You were perfect, one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen.
Please accept my apology, but understand this: I'm sorry for what I did, but I'm also not sorry. Kissing you felt so right, both today and last night. I don't care if I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor or if I'm a Malfoy and you're a Weasley. To me, you are Ginny, the girl who is driving me insane just by being herself.
I realize that you must have heard me talking with the other Slytherins, and that's why you're upset with me. Please understand, Ginny, that I had to say those things that I did. I had to act that way and say those things around them, you can understand that, right? Ginny, I opened up to you and told you things that I hadn't told to anyone else, well besides Snape and Dumbledore, and I thought you understood my position with the "Dark Lord" and his minions.
Gin, I know I've already told you this, but I need to say it again. I don't regret kissing you, because I care for you and because of that I want to get to know you even more. Even if it's finding out what your favorite stuffed animal was as a kid, because if it was a part of your life I want to know about it.
I can just imagine the thoughts going through your mind. 'This doesn't sound like the Malfoy I know.' And you'd be right. I want to change completely, and for you. The hour is getting late and I've got a lot to do tomorrow. Enjoy your Holiday break, Gin.
D. Malfoy
"Sorry about the extra flight, Malachi. But it's important," Draco spoke to his owl as he handed Malachi the long letter. After Malachi flew off Draco extinguished the lights in the study and headed for his bedroom. As he settled into his spacious bed, Draco was filled with anticipation of his busy day tomorrow at Diagon Ally.
A/N: Yay! All of that typed while on vacation. See what can happen when you're away from home for 10 days and are away from a real computer and are with crazy family members that you hate?! Wow, it really stinks that no one in my family believes in the internet, I was bored out of my mind all week. Hopefully the insanity doesn't show up too badly in this chapter. Was this chapter ok? Yes? No? Maybe so? Ooo, in case you guys haven't heard, JK confirmed that Blaise Zabini is a male. Isn't that awesome? Ok maybe not awesome, but it definitely lessens the confusion. Personally I always thought that Blaise was a guy, even though Blaise is a nice girl's name it makes more sense as a guy's name. It's french for stammerer, and I don't know why anyone would want their child's name to mean that, but hey some people have their kid's name mean evil, or even bad luck. Obviously some parents don't love their children. jk its not their fault the name is pretty but means something bad.
About the moo's in the middle, I was just really really really bored and I wanted something fun to separate the two sections. I bet it made you all laugh! HA HA
Important question: How far, physically, would you guys like Ginny and Draco to go? And how much detail? I can only do so much before hitting R rating, and I think I already might be borderline for that.
I think that's all I need to say for now, on to the thank you's, which there are tons of! Again, a thank you to all of my silent and anonymous readers. I like you tons. ::huggles:: And I completely understand if you don't want your own personal thank you, I rarely review to the stories I read either, course that's usually because they've been finished for 2 years and I figure the author doesn't want a review from a story they finished a while back.
Thank you's:
Kali Lestrange: I figured that little bit wasn't going to be enough, especially since the chapter before it was huge. I updated as soon as I could though. I hope you like it.
Emo-Kitty: What sweet romance? Ginny is going to die on the way back to Hogwarts. I mean! Of course there'll be romance, heh. :)
Calla-ForEvEa: Yay for ideas! Lol, I'm glad you really the piano part. I used to play piano, a long long long time ago. But for 7 years of my life I was dedicated, now I just plunk out notes every now and then. Did you catch where I used your word? I only used the singular and not the way you had put it, but hey, I used it didn't I? :) Any other weird words? By the way, I love long reviews, makes me feel special.
Iced Faerie: Hehe, thank you. You make me happy. Lol
ZippyRox: I take anybody's advise, I'm just a wannabe writer. Any suggestions I'll listen to gladly. I'm really glad you're liking it. I hope you keep reading it, and reviewing of course.
skye98: I could have ended it better? How? Don't take the wrong way, I'm curious. I'm glad you thought it was the best though. Hehe.
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KuTiExAzNxAnGeL: Lol, I'm glad you love it, I'm trying to update as soon as a I can. Limited resources, stupid family.
Chantal J: Brilliant, eh? Awesome. And excellent? Even more awesome. I'm writing as fast as I can!!
Nalleen: More snogging eh? Snogging between who? Draco and Lucius? Ginny and Colin? Harry and Hermione? Harry, Hermione and Ron? Lol, I guess I can try to get that type in, but it'd be kinda weird and not focusing on the goal of this story, well except for the Ginny and Colin kissing, wait, I mean no!
Lady Godiva: Did I explain Draco to Ginny well enough? I really really hope I did. I'm really glad you're liking the story.
bigreader: A stray kitten or ferret? I don't know how many stray ferrets there are around the Burrow, but maybe something could happen. Who knows!
padfootedmoony: Lol, yay girl power! Lol, I figured that if Draco was the one walking away every time it'd be kind of weird, so Ginny had to do some walkin.
o0OMariaO0o: Update ASAP? Did it. So what do I get in return? Lol, I'm glad you luv it though.
Krystal1989: I'm glad you like the story. I updated as soon as I could little missy. Happy? Elvish? You wouldn't happen to be obsessed with Orlando Bloom/Legolas would you? :) What's my name in Elvish?
luza: so short, but I liked it. I'm glad you're really liking the story. Keep them reviews coming.
Ohepelss Oramtnci: Chopin is a genius on piano. Absolutely gorgeous music. I'm sure they'll be fine. Muah hehehehe.
Any problems that you find in this chapter are at the fault of my proofer, and boyfriend, Cody. He was the last to read and fix. Blame him!! Lol, just kidding. You can blame me.