Chapter Fourteen: The News
She turned the last corner and took in a shaky breath. The note she had in her hand was crumpled before she placed it into her pocket and wiped her sweaty hands against her jeans. Blaise told her that he would be in his office and even offered to guide her there but she ignored the offer and went off. She was probably late now, the note had said for her to meet him in at noon but now it was around twelve fifteen. She headed towards the mahogany door and clasped the handle with her hand. With a deep breath, she barged in without knocking. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow at her entrance but made no sound before placing back down the cup of tea he had been drinking.
"You're late," he said, a frown forming on his lips. She nodded and looked away from him before sitting down, stiffly in her seat. She knew she should act less stressed and calmer but her nerves had gotten to her. "How's Potter?" he asked calmly, causing her head to jerk up and look at him. He gave her an amused look and said, in a sharp tone. "I know he came that night."
She swallowed and groaned before covering her face with her hands, when she moved them away she found herself face to face with the Malfoy. How did he get so quiet? She thought finding that she was trapped in between his arms. He slid a hand up her arm and rested it on her shoulder. Goosebumps and shivers came instantly while she stared into his eyes, finding it hard to look away. "Two nights," he growled, tracing the line of her neck. "Two ruddy nights after we were together you and…Potter?"
"I didn't-"
He cut her off pressing his mouth harshly against hers. She whimpered under his touched fisting her hands on his shoulder, for a moment, hoping he'd stop kissing her. Then his kiss softened and he ran a hand down her hair as if apologising so when he slid his tongue over her bottom lip she willingly opened her mouth. He pulled away and she made a frustrated sound at the back of her throat making him smirk. He cupped her chin and kissed her again. Starting slow this time, and when she ran her hands up his neck to run them through his hair a groan came from the back of his throat. "I'm sorry," he muttered and she shook her head. He pulled away and straightened; she pursed her lips and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I think I should go," she whispered and he stared at her wanting her to meet his eyes. When she didn't, he gritted his teeth and looked away from her. She shifted on her seat and looked up at him, "Draco?"
"Go on then," he said, his voice cold as he strolled back to his seat with his shoulders clenched. "Run back to Potter," he snapped, finally sitting down and then looked at her. "What are you waiting for then?"
"What am I waiting for?" she repeated her voice cracking. An unknown anger surging through her before she stood up and walked to the front of his desk. She hit her hand onto his table and glared at him. "Why don't you do something? Other then groping me, why don't you just do something," she snapped as he watched her eyes still narrowed in both anger and confusion. She turned and grabbed the handle roughly, "He tries," she whispered, knowing he could hear her. "You always hate him for that…but that's what I admire him so much for." She left. Instead of slamming the door, which he would have liked more, she closed it quietly and the soft click of it seem to echo through his mind.
"Fuck," he grumbled, brushing his hair away from his eyes before running a hand down his face. "He tries," he mimicked in a high pitched down, mocking her. "Damn bitch," he snarled picking up the cup of tea and wrapping it tightly with his fingers. "She just doesn't even notice when I try!" he shouted, throwing the cup of tea against the door before burying his head in his hands. First, was when he pushed her out of danger, tried to have her get rid of Lillian so that his father would never find out about them. Second, he sent her gifts, small ones, every birthday and Christmas for both her and Lillian. Trinkets made out of silver that would change every year or so and never repeat the same shape. Third, he gave her a job, gave her a reason to move on with her life after ruining it. Last, he, pathetically, was in love with the witch and it seemed nothing he tried showed her this.
Getting up, he poured alcohol into his glass and drowned a good amount of it before falling into his seat. He had one problem between him and her: Potter. Closing his eyes he gulped down another cup of alcohol. It's fiery liquids seeming to burn his insides, reliving him of the stress and pain for a moment. But only for a moment.
"You're back," a voice said behind her making her jump in the air before clutching her heart.
"Mum!" Ginny said, before forcing a smile, "what are you doing? I asked dad to take of Lillian today," she said, eyeing as her mum shifting her weight while holding the sleeping Lillian. Ginny reached out and her mum passed Lillian who woke up for a moment while mumbling something about gummy bears then falling asleep again. Wrapping her arms around her mum's neck all the while burying her face into it as well.
"You're dad left on an urgent call," her mum said briskly. "Apparently a man got changed into a duck and when they tried to change him back he had a beak for a noise. It's causing quite a stir but I'm sure your father will be able to handle it. Oh, and I hear you're back with Harry. Is that true?"
"Who said that?" Ginny asked, a shade of red highlighting her cheeks.
Her mum smiled and nodded at the girl on Ginny's shoulder. "The boy is just to modest," her mum said shaking her head as Ginny sat down in a chair. "He knew I'd want to cook him a good meal, his still to thin, and yet he doesn't even say a hello."
"We were never together, mum," Ginny whispered. Her mum eyed her for a moment and Ginny cradled Lillian on her lap who complained about not wanting to eat 'the green thing' before falling back to sleep on her mother's chest.
"You love him don't you?" her mother asked softly, her voice cautious and weary. "That Malfoy boy."
"I don't know, mum," Ginny said, leaning back in her seat.
"Tell me something," her mum said sitting in a seat across from Ginny and leaning foreword. "Before he came back into your life did you miss him? Wish he was here? Hated him because he wasn't?"
Ginny looked down, feeling like she was getting scolded like when she was younger. She made invisible marks on the table and shrugged. "Yes, I suppose-"
"Do you feel the same now?" her mum asked, cutting her off. "Or are you more glad? Glad that he's around and that's just it."
"Mum-"
"Look, here Gin," her mother said sternly. "I can't read your heart out but I know you pretty well. Think about it, if Harry didn't want you to be with you at the same time the Malfoy did-"
"Draco, mum," Ginny said cutting her off. "Use his name."
"If Harry hadn't been there with his love and such would you have stayed with Draco when he asked?" her mum asked. Ginny met her eyes before looking away, she hadn't thought of that. Would she have? She didn't know. "Give it more time, dear," her mum said patting her daughters hand. "Now, place Lillian on the couch and you can help me fix up lunch." Ginny nodded before heading into the living room.
She set Lillian down on the couch and ran a hand through her daughters hand. Then, something passed her eyes. She looked out at the window and saw nothing. She shook her head, nonsense, she thought not believing it at all. She reached into her pocket and drew out her wand as the sound of a window crashing filled the home. Her mother screamed and Ginny ran in her mum had pulled out her own wand and cursed the man who came in. Another scream, Ginny ran back into the living room and gasped. Lucious Malfoy. "Give me back my daughter!" she screamed watching as Lillian pulled and bit Lucious, trying to get away.
"Let me go!" Lillian screamed pulling on Lucious hair who scowled and glared at her causing Lillian to whimper and stop.
Lucious pointed the wand at Lillian's head and Ginny whimpered. "Mum," Lillian said, her voice shaky, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Take me with you!" Ginny screamed.
"Fine," Lucious said easily before placing a binding spell on Ginny. She could hear her wand hit the floor with a thump next to her. Her body levitated and Lucious grinned down at her. "I need you to come anyway."
"Let go of me!" her mother shouted. "Ginny! Lillian!" she cried out pushing past the two men who disappeared. She fell to her knees, they were gone all of them.
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"Mr. Potter?" a shaky intern stuck his head in Harry's office. Harry looked up from his papers and smiled. "I- I have urgent n- news."
"Come in Ellis," Harry said, waving his hand before scribbling his signature onto the paper. "What's so drastic that my boss had to send his intern?"
"A k- kidnapping," he stuttered, dropping the manila folder on his desk. "At the Weasley house," her continued and Harry eyes snapped up from the manila folder to Ellis who was pacing now. Colour drained from his face and he turned opened the folder and read the outline:
Suspects: Lucious Malfoy
Crime: Kidnap
Missing: Lillian Dracina Weasley
Ginerva Molly Weasley
"Contact Ron Weasley at once," Harry barked before grabbing his coat and wand.
"W- wait!" Ellis cried following Harry. "W- where are y- you going?"
Harry turned before running a hand through his hair and tugging at it. "Malfoy's," he snapped before walking swiftly towards the nearest fireplace. Damn, he thought grabbing the green powder, his dead, his ruddy fucking dead.
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