AN: Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter up.I ended up getting caught up in school and then I ended up with writers block because of school! And then my Keyboard went out! Sorry again!
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Chapter 3 DracoI sat in Ginny's hallway, fantasizing about what my boss's runaway fiancée could possibly be doing in her apartment at that moment. She had looked positively good enough to eat when she had opened then slammed the door in my face. I closed my eyes, easily drawing a mental picture of little Ms. Weasley in her teeny-tiny towel. Here cheeks flaming almost as red as her hair, which had been pulled up onto the top of her head. She had been furious with me and that in itself turned me on even more than her body.
I mentally slapped myself. This was my boss's ex, or rather runway, fiancée that I was thinking about. The one that he was still in love with, very very much in love with. Besides if any, and I mean any, of the Weasley brothers found out what I was thinking about their baby sister they would murder me dead before I could even blink. Yes, it was much better to focus on the job rather that Ms. Weasley. We could both stay happy that way, I wouldn't get beat to a bloody pulp and Ginny could just go on ignoring me.
I glanced down at the watch I wore on my wrist and frowned. It had been nearly two hours since I had arrived at Ms. Weasley's apartment. An hour had passed since she had last checked to see is I was sitting in the hallway. Standing up I stretched my arms and legs before I started towards the door. I knew Ginny had to still be in her apartment, as I would have seen her leave while I was sitting in front of her door. If she had left I would have gladly broken into her apartment, but seeing as she had not I did the only proper thing to do. I knocked on her door. I waited a few seconds so that I could tell anyone and everyone who asked that I did wait to see if she was going to open the door before using the Alohamora charm to unlock it myself. I slowly opened the door and stepped into her apartment.
I closed and locked her door behind me so that she hopefully would not notice I had been here if she were to come into her room while I was in another. I glanced quickly around her den, taking everything in as I had learned to do. I turned a full circling before stopping and nodding to myself. She had style, I could give her that much. I may not know what half of the thing-a-ma-bobs did but I knew the room looked good.
The walls were painted a soft-sea green, with furniture a darker sea green and beige. Any and all wooden furniture was a dark mahogany wood and was obviously antique as it had the look that only age can create. Everything was polished perfectly and kept clean, though some things were scattered here and there. There was a little baby doll that made me raise and eyebrow thrown in a corner where it had probably been tossed. There were numerous Muggle Appliances in the room. From this room by itself I could tell that Ms. Weasley had been living as a muggle, using little to no magic.
I started across the room to her hallway; only to be stopped short as I heard the distinct sound of nails clicking on hardwood floors. Only one thing could make that sound, and absolute horrible thing. An Attack Dog. I braced myself for the attack I knew, just knew, was coming. When a puppy came running towards me, ears flopping, tail wagging, and tongue hanging out I very nearly fell to the ground in peels of hysterical laughter, but I controlled the urge. After all I wasn't sure if Ms. Weasley was somewhere in the apartment or not. I mentally laughed at myself and continued on into the hallway of her apartment.
If Ms. Weasley was in her apartment I would find her. One way or Another. I glanced at the pictures that lined her walls. None were of her past in England, at least none that I could see. One was of Ginny with a large group of people, all of which happened to be male, where everyone was tickling Ginny. At least it looked like they were tickling her. I frowned at the picture wondering what Ginny Weasley could have been doing with so many males at one time.
Their were numerous pictures covering the walls but the one that pulled my attention to it was of Ginny and a young girl that had to be about a year old. The little girl had dark auburn hair, almost identical to Ginny's, and bright emerald colored eyes. I stared at the picture blinking rapidly. It had to be just a coincidence. Just a very strange coincidence. Ginny wasn't a mother! Harry had told me she had refused to be with him until after they were married. Harry wouldn't have lied to me would he? I made a mental note of this, even if I thought it was only a coincidence. It was still something that I needed to remember. I continued on down the hall, stopping here and there to look at a picture or two.
The first room I came to was her bathroom, or rather a bedroom. Since I couldn't be sure that only she used the bathroom. I knew she used it though because the room was filled with the scent of her. The scent was her soap and her subtle yet potent perfume combined that seemed to linger hesitantly in the air. I stayed in there for a little while; looking threw things, trying to find anything that might have been important. Anything that might give me some clue as to what Ms. Weasley had been doing for the last five years.
Finding nothing I crossed the hall to a bedroom. The walls were painted a quiet rose. There were several framed posters on her walls, street scenes of Paris, London, and Florence. The fierce hills and gentle valleys of Ireland. I wondered if Ms. Weasley had traveled to the places the pictures showed. The bed was large an unmade, something that surprised me because of the neatness of the rest of the house. It didn't seem like her to leave something undone. I had to make myself leave the room before I could do something stupid, like go threw all of her drawers.
I wandered around her apartment for a little while longer. Going through her kitchen and the rest of the rooms. I lingered in the little girls room. It was a mess with things strewn here and there, with little clutters stowed in corners. It was a mess that only a messy toddler could create. I stared at the room for a while, not quite believing that Ms. Weasley was a mother. Could Harry have lied to me? It wasn't as if he had to tell me everything. Could he be the father of the little girl that owned the bedroom that I had seen?
It was a mystery to me, a mystery I planned on solving. A good thing for me was I'm good at solving mystery's especially if I am determined. I was going to know everything I wanted and needed to know before I went back to England, hopefully with Ginny. I sat on the couch in the den, thinking, while I waited for Ms. Ginny Weasley to get home.
A/N: All right I hope you liked this chapter; it wasn't exactly easy to write. After all I gave a pretty good bit of important information. And my writer's block didn't make it any easier. I'm a little disappointed in this chapter, but if you like it than it's okay. I know you probably hate me right now for leaving this chapter on a bit of a cliffie but I promise to get the next chapter up faster than I got this one up!
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