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'thoughts'

"speech"

Now, let's get on with the story, shall we? Plenty of ideas up here. :taps head:

Aranel

(Draco's POV) Draco sat on the couch watching the sunset. Ron had wanted to go to Diagon Alley, and had wanted

someone to watch Ginny, so he had volunteered. Ron had said his parents wouldn't be home for a while, so he wanted

someone to be there to make sure she didn't backtrack. She was sleeping soundly, and when Draco saw her sleeping, he

yawned. 'I suppose I probably should have slept last night, instead of flying…'

He grabbed a quilt that was crumpled in a heap on the floor, and lay it over Ginny carefully, then curled up on the other end of
the long couch, and fell asleep instantly.

(Ginny's POV) When Ginny woke up, the house was dark and quiet. Sitting up, she looked around, and saw Draco asleep

on the couch next to her.

She thought about the dream she had had, and smiled to the darkness. It couldn't hurt her; not while her angel was protecting

her. She had almost died, but he had brought her back to life. She had a feeling of who it was, too, but decided to wait and

see if her suspicions were correct.

"Hello? Ginny? Ron?" a motherly voice called from the kitchen.

Ginny started, then relaxed as she recognized the voice. "I'm in here, mum," she answered.

Mrs Weasley entered the room. "Ginny!" she scolded. "You should have lit some candles!" She pulled out her wand.

"Lumos!" she said, and her wand tip burst into light. She held it up to the candles and they lit, causing the room to be bathed

in warmth. "You should've lit a fire as well. It gets cold sometimes; and who knows who would need to communicate to us

through the fi-" she stopped in mid-sentence, and screamed, pointing her wand at the half asleep Draco.

Ginny jumped off the couch and positioned herself in front of Draco. "Mum, put your wand down. He isn't a death eater.

He's been under the imperious curse since he was twelve! It wasn't him doing all that horrible stuff; it was his father through

him!" Mrs Weasley lowered her wand, but didn't relax. "Why is he here?" she asked.

"He's here for protection. We are the only wizarding family he knows that aren't death eaters. Please mum! I believe him,"

she said softly, looking her mother in the eye.

She sighed, and looked questionably at Ginny. 'Why would my daughter try and protect one she hates- or used to hate-

unless he was telling the truth? Her instincts are sharp, and the story fits.'

"Alright dear, wake him up properly. I'm going to put some dinner on, and then I must speak with your father on this matter,"

she said, and walked back into the kitchen.

Ginny bent down next to Draco, and gently shook him. "Draco? Draco? Wake up and have something to eat," she said

softly. He opened his eyes and Ginny was shocked to see how vividly blue they were.

"Huh? Oh, something to eat?" he asked.

Ginny nodded. "Mum's home and she seems to be cooking up a storm by the sound of it," she commented, vaguely aware of
all the magic being worked in the next room. She stood up, and extended a hand to him. He took it gratefully, and hauled

himself out of the chair. He followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table politely.

"Thank you Mrs Weasley, for not throwing me out to the death eaters," he said, sincerity showing in his eyes.

"Well, you have Ginny here to thank," she said briskly, and placed a steaming meal of pork chops and veggies in front of him.
"Now, I know this is probably nothing like what you're used to, but it'll have to suffice," she looked down at him sternly.

He took a mouthful, and Ginny did the same. "Why Mrs Weasley, this is delicious!" he exclaimed. "I've never tasted anything
like it!"

Mrs Weasley couldn't help but smile. "Family recipe," she said, pleased. "And I'm glad you like it."

Ginny turned to her mother. "So mum, how was work today?" she asked, forking in a mouthful of peas.

Mrs Weasley sighed. "Busy. Dumbledore came to tell us that Harry will be here in about a week and a half; your father's

picking him up on the way home from work. Then Severus came in with a report that you" she looked at Draco "had gone

missing. Of course, there was an uproar about that; the fact being you're a death eater's son and all. Severus says Lucius

wants to hex you into a thousand pieces when he finds you."

Ginny looked reproachfully at her mother, having seen Draco pale.

"Oh, not that he will find you," she added hastily. "Harry's father was secret keeper for The Burrow, and when he died it

made it impossible for anyone intending to do us harm to enter. That's the only reason I trust you now."

Draco's colour returned. "That's good to know," he said, relieved.

Ginny noticed Draco's plate was empty, and stood up. "Would you like some more, Draco?"

He looked at her gratefully. "That would be lovely thank you Ginny," he said, and smiled, rather shyly. She pulled out her

wand and waved it expertly, and his plate was heaped again. The room was silent, apart from the cluttering of knives and

forks. A few minutes later Mrs Weasley spoke again.

"Now Draco, we need to decide where you are to stay," she said thoughtfully. "It's probably best if you stayed in Percy's

room, Fred and George still come home to sleep," she said, shaking her head. "Those two. Starting a joke shop, of all

things!" she muttered quietly. Ginny grinned at Draco, and stood up. "I'll show you Percy's old room," she said, muffling a

giggle. The two left the room, and collected Draco's things. They headed up the stairs and stopped at the first landing.

"Percy's bedroom is this one on the left," she said, no longer smiling. "I'll be glad someone's going to stay there. Percy hasn't
apologized to mum or dad yet, even though he was mistaken, and dad gets really angry whenever he sees Percy's room. My

room's the one on the right, and there's a balcony down the end of the hall." She walked into the room and placed his trunk

at the foot of the bed. "You can put your stuff in the chest of drawers, there's nothing in there," she said, smiling once more.

(Draco's POV) Draco looked around the room, which was smaller than his room at the Malfoy Manor, but The Burrow

already felt much more like home than there. He leant his guitar and broomstick against the wall, then turned to look at Ginny.

"Thank you so much," he said, embarrassed. "I know it must take a lot of you to trust a Malfoy, but I promise I will never

hurt you, or your family."

She laughed. "No problem, Draco," she said, and walked out of the room.

Draco had put his things neatly into the drawers in about five minutes, and sat down at the desk with his journal. His journal

was a collection of half written songs and poems, there were few he had completed. He sat for a few minutes, then closed it

with a snap. He was too tired to write tonight. He changed into his pajamas, then crawled into bed.

(Ginny's POV) "Harry!" she yelled, and ran into Harry's arms. He laughed and hugged her tightly.

"Hey Gin, you've grown. You're so much taller than when I last saw you!"

"Yes, well, you have too! I'm still only up to your shoulders, despite the fact I've grown!" she groaned. "I'll never stop being

called shorty if you keep growing!"

Harry laughed, then looked at her, concerned. "I hear Ron hexed you by accident! Are you okay? When he told me, I was

so worried!"

Ginny smiled to herself happily. "I'm fine. But did he tell you why he hexed me?"

"No, Why?"

"Come on," she said, grinning.

(Harry's POV) She led him through the house and out into the garden, talking the whole time. He had been waiting to see

her since school ended, and he finally had his chance. She didn't disappoint him. She was stunning; her green eyes were

sparkling, and the sunlight shining off her fiery hair. She looked like a goddess. It was this thought that occupied his mind

when…

 She led him through the house and out into the garden, talking the whole time. He had been waiting to see her since school ended, and he finally had his chance. She didn't disappoint him. She was stunning; her green eyes were sparkling, and the sunlight shining off her fiery hair. She looked like a goddess. It was this thought that occupied his mind when…

"Hello Harry, nice to see you. How was it living with those horrible muggles I keep hearing about?"

Harry didn't recognize the speaker until he wrenched his eyes off Ginny and turned towards the speaker.

"Malfoy," he said in disgust.

"Harry!" Ginny said, indignant. "Draco's our guest. He ran away from home, and he's been staying here for the last week and
a half."

Harry attempted to find his tongue. After a few minutes of trying to figure out what to say, he gave up on a smart answer,

preferring to stick to the point. "What the fuck!"

(A/N: The following scene has been deleted from the record, as it was thought to be higher than the rating of PG, considering

the amount of times the words 'fuck' and 'shit' where used.)

(Ron's POV) Harry, Ron, Draco and Ginny sat in the lounge room a few hours later, sipping on tea (A/N: How the British

love their tea! No racial discrimination intended). Harry was beginning to warm to Draco's real side, though frankly, Ron

could tell he was far more interested in Ginny than Draco. Ginny and Harry were playing exploding snap; Ron and Draco

were arguing good naturedly about whether the New edition of the Firebolt or Lightning was better.

Harry, Ron, Draco and Ginny sat in the lounge room a few hours later, sipping on tea (A/N: How the British love their tea! No racial discrimination intended). Harry was beginning to warm to Draco's real side, though frankly, Ron could tell he was far more interested in Ginny than Draco. Ginny and Harry were playing exploding snap; Ron and Draco were arguing good naturedly about whether the New edition of the Firebolt or Lightning was better.

"So Ron," Harry begin, taking his eyes off Ginny for a moment. "When's 'Mione coming?"

Ron blinked. He hadn't expected the question, being as Harry's interest seemed mutual. "Oh, uh… Not for another week,

she said. She's doing something called…Revision for the Ready, or something like that. It's a two week long course, and she

says it's fascinating so far."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I bet."

(Hermione's POV) Hermione walked up to the front door of The Burrow, and knocked, holding her trunk in one hand.

The door opened, and Hermione smiled. "Hello Draco, pleased to meet you."

Draco smiled. "Yes. Pleased to meet you as the real me," he laughed, and she joined in. It was rather a confusing sentence.

They walked into the living area and Ron and Harry jumped up to greet her.

" 'Mione!" Ron grinned, and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek.

She smiled up at him. "Why do I have to keep telling you? Stop growing!" she mock growled at him, and laughed. It was

true, he had grown since she saw him last. He was now over six foot, while Hermione at her 5"7 was a shrimp standing next

to him. Harry gave her a hug too, but she noticed his attention was somewhat lacking. She knew the cause, and she was

thrilled.

(Draco's POV) Draco watched the reunion enviously. He had never had friends like that.

He could tell Ron was checking her out, and Draco couldn't blame him. Hermione had finally tamed her bushy hair; it was

now beautifully curly. She had obviously spent quite a bit of time outdoors, and her eyes sparkled merrily as she chatted,

unawares.

He couldn't help smirking slightly at Ron, who was trying not to goggle, but wasn't doing a very good job of it.

Ginny came over to the group and hugged her tightly. They pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"I have so much to tell you," they both said at the same time, causing them to laugh. Ginny grabbed Hermione's trunk and

they headed upstairs, talking non stop.

He watched Harry and Ron look after the two, spellbound. Harry was the first to snap out of it.

"Hey Ron, want a game of chess?" he asked quickly, trying to hide the fact he'd been ogling Ginny. "I've been practicing,

maybe I'll finally be able to beat you."

Ron glanced at Harry, disorientated. "Uh…yeah… sure Harry."

They got out the chessboard and started playing. It quickly escalated into a full scale shouting match as the boys played

fiercely.

Bored of the game after just a few minutes (he never could see the point of chess), he grabbed his guitar and headed up to his
bedroom. He passed Ginny's room, and, hearing the two talking quietly, he hurried past before he could be tempted to

eavesdrop.

(Ginny's POV) "So," Ginny paused. "Meet anyone interesting?" she waggled her eyebrows for effect and Hermione giggled.

"No, everybody at the course was so dull," she sighed. "What about you?" she asked, eyes gleaming.

"Well," Ginny started. "I can't stop thinking about Harry," she confessed quietly. "I think he was the one who brought me

back to life when Ron cursed me by accident."

Hermione's eyes widened. "You do? Why?"

"Well, for one, I can't think of anyone else who would do it. And two, he was so worried when he first came here."

"Wouldn't it be so cool if he did? I mean, talk about amazing powers!"

"I know. I think he likes me, too!"

Hermione grabbed Ginny and hugged her happily. "Congrats!"

Ginny hugged her back, laughing. "Do you wanna go down to the kitchen for something to eat? I remember hearing mum say

there was some of her famous apple pie on the stove," she grinned mischievously.

Hermione jumped up. "How could I say no to your mums apple pie?" she grinned back. "Come on, I'll race ya!" She

proceeded to tear out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Ginny arrived a few seconds later.

"No fair," she whined, giggling while trying to catch her breath.

Ginny walked alongside Harry as they walked through the park near The Burrow; each thinking their own thoughts. It was

peaceful; Ron and Hermione were… well, who knew what they were doing, and Draco was at Hogwarts switching from

Slytherin to Gryffindor.

"Ginny-" Harry started.

"Yes?" she prodded. He stopped to look at her.

"Gin..." he stopped, and looked around. Content that no one was around, he cupped her face gently.

"Mm?" She queried, heart beating.

Harry bent to kiss her.

Sorry folks! I did say I wouldn't put another cliffy, but they're so much fun! I'm sorry it took me so long to write this. Slack

of me I know.

I'll give you a hint to next chappie though, they go back to Hogwarts!

I'll try to post the next chap in the next fortnight, though wont promise anything.

Tata!

Aranel