Ginny Weasley sighed as she sank back into her seat as the car drove. She was tired and exhausted. She felt empty inside, like something was eating her away. The driver in the front seat turned some country music on. Ginny groaned. She hated country.
She rummaged through her small black purse and finally took out her wallet. She opened it up and the first thing she saw was the picture of her twin daughters. It was a picture of when they were only two years old. One of them, Desireé, had white blonde hair and steel gray eyes. The other, Reneé, was sitting next to her sister. She had wavy red hair and light brown eyes. Ginny smiled. She couldn't wait to see them again. But one look at Desireé's gray eyes made a tear fall down slowly along her pale cheek.
Draco.
The memories just pained her so much that she couldn't think about it. But instead, she thought back to the day they met.
Flashback
"What are some of the ingredients included in the Confusing and Befuddlement draught?" Draco asked, reading from the Potions text.
Ginny furrowed her brows in confusion. She was completely clueless. "Um..."
Draco stared at her as though he were bored. "Come on, Weasley."
"I dunno," she finally replied. He rolled his eyes.
"Sneezewort, scurvy-grass, and lovage."
"Oh," Ginny whispered.
"Honestly, Weasley! Don't you know anything?" he said, exasperatedly.
"Apparently not since I have to have YOU as a tutor," she spat.
"Talking back to a Malfoy, eh? That's gonna lead you to some serious trouble," he said with a glare.
"Oh yeah? What could possibly be worse than this?"
"Snape tutoring you. That's what's worse. If you want, I could march right up to him and tell him I don't want to tutor you anymore."
Ginny glared. "Shutup, Malfoy."
He smirked and continued reading from the book. She just stared at him in awe as his perfect lips read. He caught her. "Stop staring, Weasley, or I might turn ugly."
THAT COULD NEVER HAPPEN, she thought...
End Flashback
Ginny sobs soon faded away as the car came to a halt. She paid the taxi driver and stepped out of the car. She was in muggle London. Right outside of the Leaky Cauldron. She went through the dark doors and into the steamy smoke filled room of the inn.
"Ginevra Weasley! How are you?"
Ginny turned around and smiled at the man. "I'm fine, Tom."
She took a seat at the bar and ordered a butterbeer.
"I haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been?" he asked as he handed her the bottle.
"Italy."
Ginny Weasley was a trained professional Healer. But she was sent to an Italian hospital for a month. She had agreed to go, but that meant leaving her daughters behind. So she made the decision to leave the twins with her mum.
She finished the rest of the butterbeer, paid Tom, and went out through the back to the brick wall. She tapped it in all the right places and the bricks rearranged themselves to form an archway. She walked through to Diagon Alley.
The streets were packed with witches and wizards. After all, it was the end of the summer holidays and they all needed to buy supplies for school. Ginny inhaled the fresh scent of the place. She had always loved it.
She walked throught he street full of people and made her way to number ninety-three, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. The door chimed as she opened it.
"Ginny!"
Ginny turned to her right to see Fred running towards her. He wrapped her up in a big bear hug, closely followed by George.
"Guys, I can't breathe!" she choked.
"Oh, sorry," they said as they pulled away.
"Wow, it's so good to see you."
Ginny smiled. "Yeah. I've missed you guys."
"Well, everyone's missed you. And guess who's here?" Fred said.
Ginny eyed him in confusion. "Who?"
"Mummy!"
Ginny turned around quickly to see two little, five-year-old girls running towards her. One blonde, while the other had red hair. She picked both of them up and squeezed them tightly. "Oh, dear. You don't know how much I've missed you," she sobbed into their shoulders.
Both girls giggled. Ginny held on to them for as long as she could before George had to pry the girls away.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Just fine, Mummy. Uncle George gave us free skiving snackboxes. We use them because we hate cleaning our rooms and Grandma cleans it for us because she thinks we're sick," Reneé said, giggling mischievously.
"Aw, girls. That's not nice. Tricking your grandmother. George, I can't believe you would give that to them!" Ginny scolded.
George raised both of his hands, as if saying "I'm innocent."
Desireé wrapped her arms around her mother's thigh. "I'm sorry, Mummy. We won't do it again. Don't be mad at us," she said, her gray eyes pleading.
Ginny despised those gray eyes. They always reminded her of...Draco.
Flashback
Ginny ran down the halls with a piece of parchment in her hands and a smile upon her face. She finally saw a flash of blonde hair. She ran towards him. He was alone, walking to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Malfoy!"
He turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Look!" She waved the parchment in front of his face. He snatched it rudely and took a look.
"I got an O on my Potions exam!" she exclaimed.
"I can see that," Draco snapped.
"Well, that means no more tutoring," she said with a smile.
"Finally," he breathed.
"Well I just wanted to say thanks for helping me."
He smirked and continued walking down the hall. Ginny huffed and walked briskly past him, shoving his shoulder along the way. As she clutched her books to her chest, she suddenly felt wind beneath her. Her skirt had flown up, exposing her black lace knickers. She blushed feverently red as the whole entire hall turned to look at her. She tried shoving the skirt down, but to no avail, since the wind was blowing so hard that it kept pushing up all the time.
Ginny turned around, to see the laughter of Draco Malfoy, pointing his wand at her. Crabbe and Goyle were at his side, raising their eyebrows suggestively at Ginny. She gave them a look of mere disgust. "Malfoy!" she yelled, running after him.
He shoved his wand back into his robes, smirking at her as she made her way over to him. Her skirt went back down neatly since he stopped the spell. His trademark smirk was still directed her way. She DESPISED that smirk and she was going to put an end to it. With one swift move, her hand connected with Draco Malfoy's face.
That very same night, Ginny tossed and turned in her bed. She didn't know why she couldn't sleep. Images flashed through her head of Tom Riddle and the Chamber of Secrets. Frightened, she got out of bed and grabbed her wand. She tiptoed down the stairs and into the common room, only to find that it was completely empty.
She went through the portrait hole and walked quietly down the huge staircases. When she finally approached the kitchens downstairs, Dobby the house-elf came to greet her. "Ms. Weasley! What could Dobby do to help you this evening?" he said with a light bow.
"Just some butterbeer."
Dobby nodded and ran somewhere else.
Ginny sighed and sat at the wooden table that was an exact replica of the Great Hall's Gryffindor table. When she looked up, she saw a pair of cold gray eyes. "Malfoy!"
He was sitting at the other end of the room, at the replica of the Slytherin table. "Weasley."
"What are you doing here?" she asked, curiously.
"Why else would we come here. To eat."
Just then, one of the house-elves, Winky walked over to him with a tray of cookies in her hands. Draco took the tray and took one bite of the sugar cookie.
Suddenly, she saw Dobby walking over to her and handing her the butterbeer. She took it and thanked him before taking a sip. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.
Draco didn't say anything. Instead, he took another bite of his cookie. Ginny took it as a yes and went over to him, sitting down right across from him. "You have such a sweet tooth, Malfoy," she said, as he took another bite of his third cookie.
Again he stayed silent. He just stared at her as he bit through the cookie. Ginny twitched nervously. Attempting to make conversation was harder than she thought.
"Do you hate me?" she asked. He stopped chewing and looked at her, as if the blunt question shocked him.
But Ginny had to ask. She had to know. Why was he always such a bastard to her and her family?
"I don't hate you, Weasley." he started. Ginny let out a breath of relief. "I despise you."
With that, Ginny frowned. "Why?"
Draco sighed. Why did he hate her? Because of her distracting red, flaming hair. Her brown chocolate eyes that he couldn't help but stare into. Her soft pink lips that he just wanted to kiss. Instead of telling her all this, he remained silent.
Ginny slowly took another sip of her butterbeer. "Well just for the record, I don't hate you. I just think you have insecurities and take it out on everyone else."
He glared right through her. "Insecurities? Me? A Malfoy?"
"Uh...yeah."
He scoffed. "Right," he said sarcastically.
They completed the rest of their meal in complete silence. Afterwards they walked back out in the hall. Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from around the corner ahead of them. Draco quickly grabbed Ginny and pulled her into a room. It was after-hours and students shouldn't have been wandering around the halls.
He shut the door. It turned out to be some kind of broom closet that they could barely fit in. It was completely dark and since it was so small, Ginny was pressed right up against Draco's front.
The footsteps kept lingering around them, but finally walked a good deal away. Once Draco was sure they were gone, he made a move to open the broom closet, but tripped over something and fell right against Ginny, pushing her to the wall. He made no move to get off, he just kind of stared at her. It was pitch-black, but he could still make out her eyes, her hair, her lips...
Those lips that he had been wanting to kiss for the longest time. Without thinking (at all), he leaned in to kiss her. Suddenly, he felt her snap at him, attempting to bite him. "What are you doing?"
"Try it and I'll bite your fucking lips off," she threatened. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she snapped back at him. He pulled away, feeling a little intimidated. He tried this several more times until he mustered enough courage to do it one more time. He let her bite his lips, hard. He hissed at the pain but his mouth was soon crushed against hers. He teased her mouth with his tongue. She opened them, rather reluctantly, letting him explore. He never felt this way when he kissed someone (and he kissed a lot of women in his life). It felt like nothing in the world was there except him and Ginny. Like there wasn't another worry in the world.
He felt her small arms reach up and wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He snaked his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her lower half towards him, tearing a moan from her. In response, he moaned back into her mouth. Ginny started twirling his hair with her fingers, kneading it. It felt so soft and silky, so touchable. She loved it.
End Flashback
"I'm not mad at you, darling," Ginny said, placing a kiss to Desireé's small temple. The little girl smiled.
"Well let's get on home then girls."
The twins bid their goodbyes to their Uncles and followed Ginny out the door.
They all walked down the street and turned into another smaller street surrounded by apartments. They found a white building and stepped inside. Ginny held her daughters' hands as they walked up the stairs. She got out her key from her purse and finally opened the door to her apartment in Diagon Alley.
It was nice and large. The foyer was made of all white. A large chandelier hanging from the center, setting off a bright glow.The floors were white tile. The walls were also white. I guess that's the benefit of having a famous boyfriend. Ginny walked through a door to the kitchen and set her keys on the countertop.
"Harry!"
Ginny turned around and saw Desireé and Reneé running towards Harry. He only wore a white towel wrapped around his waist. His body was still steamy and his jet-black hair was wet. He picked up the girls in a hug. He gave each of them a kiss that made Ginny smile.
Ginny walked over to him and gave him a small kiss on the lips. He smiled. "How was Italy?"
"Good. Good. But I couldn't wait to get back home," she said, giving him another kiss.
"Ew. Get a room!" Desireé yelled as Harry let go of the girls and continued to kiss Ginny thoroughly.
The twins rolled their eyes and ran away to their rooms.
Ginny sort of giggled against his mouth. "I missed you," she moaned.
He left a trail of wet kisses down her neck. "Me too, Ginevra."
Ginny froze.