Dragon's Den
A/N: Thanks, beckysue2 for you review. I guess I got careless with checking my spelling and grammar; usually I'm very attentive about spelling and grammar since I'm a BETA myself. About Draco calling Ginny Miss Weasley, it's respect. He calls her by Miss Weasley since he respects her and is uncomfortable, for the time being, calling her by anything else. I'm exhausted, so please tell me if I make any mistakes in your reviews. Thanks! –B.V
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Chapter Four: A Birthday
"Happy Birthday, Ginny!" Charlie chimed as Ginny walked down the stairs in her wizarding robes. They were pale blue with long sleeves and a low neck line; the sleeves went over her hands they were so long. "Thanks, Charlie," she said hugging her older brother. August eleventh was the day; she never really made a big thing about it. Every year as the same, she would be at the Burrow and open her one present from her Mom and Dad, it was only simple presents. Most of them were trinkets or something she needed for Hogwarts. When she turned eighteen, she asked her parents to stop spending money on her. She didn't want them to run out and get her anything anymore, spending their needed money that they could be spending on something else. The only thing that happened that was remotely different was on her sixteenth birthday. She lost her virginity to Theodore Nott, and that was something she didn't want every body knowing.
Having a secret boy friend in Slytherin was dangerous when in school, not to mention that he was a child of a Death Eater. It was too risky for both of them, and by the end of the Ginny's fifth year they were no longer a couple. Theodore was a mysterious character and rarely talked, that's what attracted her. He wasn't some one that was rambunctious and also after things, he was solemn and peaceful. She never told anybody about Theodore; it was just her secret.
"I'm going back to The Burrow," Ginny said giving a week smile, she had all her things in that one bag. "Ah! So soon?" Charlie asked giving her another hug. Ginny nodded, she had the Portkey ready to go. "I have to spend the day at home, plus I think I over welcomed my stay."
The truth was that she didn't think she could stay in the same house as Draco anymore. It hurt that he would turn her away after the romance they had, it made her angrier than she was hurt. He was adding oil to a fire; very slowly he added a droplet into the fire to every action that pushed her away. Charlie didn't want his sister to go, he could tell that there something else that was bugging her. Ginny said her goodbyes to everyone, besides Draco who was out some where wandering around. She new that he was avoiding her, it was obvious to every one in the house…they just couldn't figure out why he was avoiding her.
Ginny arrived at the burrow, she met her parents and the rest of her siblings where there. Amazingly, they all had bought her birthday presents. She felt extremely spoiled; she could never imagine so much attention. As she finished opening the presents, the guys sat on the porch and drank fire whiskey and the woman sat and talked in the kitchen.
"Can't believe your twenty-five Ginny, you children are making me feel ancient," Miss Weasley complained as Ginny, Hermione, and Fleur sat around the kitchen. A tapping was on the window, a hawk carried a slim package with a letter attached. Ginny took the package and gave the hawk a slab a meat. In neat cursive handwriting it said: Miss Ginevra Weasley. She opened the letter,
Ginevra,
I apologize for my rash behavior. I'm not the best when it comes in relationships. I hope you enjoy my gift to you, as it is a custom to my family to give a necklace as such on her twenty-fifth birthday. The story of this necklace is rich; it has gone to the fairest of Black women through the generations. I believe you deserve such a fine title as this. My mother received the necklace when she was your age, and seeing that she had no daughters to pass it on she gave it to me. I give this to you, and I hope you pass it on to your own generations. I wish you a happy birthday Ginevra.
-Draco
Fleur and Hermione breathed down her neck reading the letter, Fleur giggled and Hermione looked shocked. "Open the box!" Fleur squealed thrusting the satin box toward Ginny. Ginny opened the box and gasped… diamonds. The necklace was made of pure diamonds and white gold. Miss Weasley read the letter as the girls admired the necklace. "Draco Malfoy? I thought he was deceased," Miss Weasley said shocked sitting down.
"He was dismembered from his family," Ginny said holding the chocker necklace in her hands. She ran her fingers along the diamonds. It was amazing that he would trust Ginny with something so rare. The clamps were made of solid pearl with small diamonds imbedded into them. It was an elegant necklace an elegant necklace for a fair woman. She could imagine all the women of the Black family were eager to have this necklace.
"Tonks! It's so nice to see you!" Miss Weasley said hugging the woman with green hair, she changed her color often. Nymphadora Tonks was the daughter of Andromeda Black Tonks. Nymphadora was a former Auror and a member of The Order of the Phoenix. "It's nice to see you too; I thought I would drop by and give Ginny a visit!" Tonks hugged Ginny and looked down at the necklace. Her eyes suddenly grew wide, "Where did you get that?" Ginny blushed, "Draco." Tonks eyes bugged out, her mouth dropped open.
"I can't believe he would give that away! It's the back bone to the Black women. He has to think highly of you Ginny," Tonks exclaimed, she goggled the necklace not wanting to touch it. Mrs. Weasley gave Tonks the letter so she could read it. "What rash behavior?" Tonks looked up and eyed Ginny. Ginny shrugged, "He was acting weird around me some days."
Tonks nodded and read on with the letter, Miss Weasley looked at the necklace in the palms of Ginny's hands. "It's beautiful Ginny, and you should thank him," she said. Mrs. Weasley put it on her daughter and suddenly she disappeared, the girls mouths dropped and they looked at each other. Tonks laughed, "That's Draco alright, putting a portkey on the necklace."
Speeding through the air, Ginny softly landed on a flower bed. Draco looked back and smiled, "Miss Weasley, it took you a while." Ginny stood up brushing off her robes; she shot a look to Draco. Draco kissed her lips softly, Ginny couldn't resist. She melted into little puddles whenever he kissed her. So soft, and gently were the kisses.
"I'm sorry," Draco said looking into her eyes and kissed her again, "I'm in love with you, and I don't know how to handle it." With that Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper, "I love you Draco."
A/N: Alright I can't take it anymore, I totally snapped. (As you can see in my other story.)I just wanted for you to know that, my romantic side is crushed and I don't think I can go through this week writing romantic chapters. It makes me want to cry, seeing that my own characters have better relationships than I do.I KNOW this is short, and I KNOW that if I go on holding a grudge (I guess you can call it a grudge… it's more like I want to throttle romanticism…) against anything romantic that this story is not going to get anywhere. Since this IS a romantic story, and I'm not feeling a hint of a romantic thought in my mind today (or the rest of this hellish week.) I decided I'd stop here, just for now, and relax and try to sort everything that's going down the drain of my personal life. Till I gather the pieces of my sanity back together. –B.V