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Chapter 2

Flashback

"Ginevra..." Draco whispered as he let his hands roam over her hips. She giggled softly.

"You're ticklish," he said, smiling as he continued to tickle her stomach. This time, she laughed loudly and tried prying his hands from her. He was fun. Once you got to know him. After that incident in the broom closet, he always surprised her when she walking down the halls to class. He would grab her and pull her into an empty classroom, kissing her into oblivion.

Now, they were in his room, sitting on his green-sheeted bed.

He climbed on top of her and brushed his lips past hers. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. "So are you."

End Flashback

Ginny suddenly pulled away from Harry. "I'm...uh...gonna go make dinner."

With that, she walked towards the kitchen, nervously. Harry had a look of confusion and puzzlement on his face but shrugged it off and followed his girlfriend.

She poured some water in a pot and set it over the stove. Then, she charmed it so it instantly started boiling. Harry was right behind her, hands at her waist, and kissing the back of her neck. She giggled slightly.

"If you keep kissing like that, we're going to starve to death," she said.

"I don't mind that," he said, licking her earlobe.

"Eww."

They both suddenly stopped what they were doing and turned around to see Desireé and Reneé with their hands covering their eyes. Ginny smiled.

"Stop kissing Mummy," Reneé said, looking through a little slit she formed with her fingers.

"Why should I do that. I love your Mummy. I have every right to kiss her," Harry said defiantly.

Ginny smiled through nervous teeth. Harry had always told her that he loved her, hoping she would say it back. But she never did. She always avoided it. In fact, her heart remained with someone else...

Flashback

"I love you," Ginny whispered as he collapsed on top of her. He was panting heavily as he moved to lay on his side, next to her.

"I love you," Ginny repeated. Again, he looked as though he was ignoring her. They had spent many nights alone together, but no one ever knew. She snuck out after hours to go see him. But other than that, he never paid attention to her. In the halls, when they passed, he never even glanced at her. In the Great Hall, he never so much as looked at her.

She hated it so much. When she confronted him about it, he said it was because he didn't want others getting suspicious. Well, that was the sacrifice if she wanted to court a Malfoy. Nobody could ever know.

She turned on her side to face him. "Why don't we ever talk?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You never talk to me or have a civilized conversation without it leading to sex."

"Gin--"

"Please, Draco. I feel...neglected. That you only want me for what's under my clothes," she pleaded. He sighed, closing his eyes and then looking back at her again.

"I'm sorry." His hands made their way to her cheek, caressing it softly. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Us. When will this ever come out in the open? Is this even a real relationship? Or is it just for sex?" Those were all the questions she wanted to ask. Her so called "relationship" with Draco was confusing. She didn't even know WHAT it was.

"Ginevra, I have a reputation to uphold. And as for the relationship part, I don't even know what I'm feeling," he answered.

"Reputation? What reputation? The one where you're being an arrogant bastard!" She lost control. All her feelings were bottled up and now it was the time to let them loose.

"Nobody can know! If they did, my father would eventually find out. Do you know what would happen if he did? He'll kill you...or me for that matter."

Ginny's eyes softened as he said that. "I...I'm sorry Draco."

He put his fingers to her lips to quiet her. They lay silent for a while, staring at each other before Draco said, "You better go. It's getting late. You don't want saint-Potter finding your bed empty."

End Flashback

After dinner, Ginny went to tuck the twins in bed. They had their own room, with two twin beds. She covered Desireé with the blanket first, before doing the same to Reneé.

"Good night girls."

"No Mummy! Bed time story!" They both yelled in unison. Ginny obliged, smiling sweetly.

"Okay. What story?"

"The one of the weasel and ferret falling in love!" Desireé said. Ginny sighed. She hated that story.

"Alright. There was once a weasel who hated this ferret. He was always mean to her. Then one day, the weasel gets stuck in a hole. The ferret comes to rescue her and they fall in love. The end." Ginny said, cutting the story a bit short.

She kissed both of their foreheads and left the room, before they could protest.

She went back to her own room to find Harry already in bed, with only his boxers on. He smirked at her as she came in. She quietly changed into her sleeping gown and went to lay down beside Harry.

He turned to face her. "How about tomorrow night we go to dinner. We can leave the twins at the burrow," he suggested.

She thought for a moment. "Alright," she said.

He leaned in to give her a kiss. She kissed him back softly. He teased her mouth with his tongue, begging for entrance. She kept her mouth shut and pushed away. "Good night," she said.

He laid back down, disappointedly and closed his eyes.

Flashback

Ginny walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast, alone. The corridor was crowded with people talking, gossiping and walking. Just then, she saw a glimpse of blonde hair. She smiled, expecting it to be Draco.

It was, only he was talking to Pansy Parkinson. She frowned, as Pansy's lips curled into a seductive smile. She, suddenly, kissed him. Ginny's eyes widened in shock. Pansy pushed Draco roughly against the wall, kissing him harder.

As a tear, dropped down her cheek, Ginny walked briskly past them, pushing Pansy with her shoulder on the way.

Ginny skipped breakfast that day, going to her room and crying into her pillow. After about an hour, there was a knock at her door. She quickly stood up, wiped her remaining tears away, and answered it. It was Hermione.

"What's wrong Ginny? I didn't see you at breakfast?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Nothing, nothing."

The older girl eyed her suspiciously but then said, "Well, then you better get to class. You're gonna be late."

Ginny nodded and picked up her books, walking with Hermione out the door.

It was when she was walking down the hall to class, alone, that she felt someone tug her arm and pull her somewhere. She tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth.

Once they were in a dark room, she heard the person say "LUMOS."

She recognized that voice anywhere. "Draco?"

He shined his wand at her face, illuminating light around them. "Let me explain about the whole Pansy--"

"No. I saw enough. You don't have to remind me."

"No! It's not like that. SHE kissed ME."

Ginny didn't say anything. Instead, she stared down at the floor. She felt his hand under her chin, lifting her eyes up to his. "I'm sorry," he said, in the sweetest, softest tone ever.

Ginny stood silent, contemplating whether or not to forgive him. Before she could answer, though, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Ginny opened her mouth to protest but he took the opportunity to let his tongue slide into her mouth.

Her knees buckled underneath her as she held onto his shoulders, kissing him hard. He held both sides of her face, deepening the kiss.

End Flashback

The next day went quickly and soon it was already nightfall. Harry, Ginny and the twins had apparated to the burrow.

"Grandma!" the girls yelled, running to hug Molly Weasley. She smiled and kissed them both.

As the girls were let go, Desireé asked, "Is Uncle Ron here?"

Just then, a tall red-headed man appeared. "Uncle Ron!" The twins ran toward him and gave him a hug.

"Aunt Hermione!" The girls went to greet their very pregnant aunt.

Ginny greeted each of them as well. "How many months are you?" she asked.

"Seven. Thank God, I can't wait until this baby's outta here," Hermione replied.

"Aw, 'Mione. You don't want another one?" Ron asked.

"No thank you. This is already too much for me. And you're never touching me again," she said to her husband. Ron smiled and kissed her.

"Well, we're gonna go now," Harry said, snaking an arm around Ginny's waist.

They apparated from the house, with one last goodbye to the twins.

They arrived outside of a muggle Italian restaurant. Harry smiled, leading her inside. It was a huge circular room, with bright chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls were made of mirrors while large columns were scattered around it.

The waiter lead them to an empty table for two. Ginny sat across from Harry.

As she flipped through the menu, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What muggle food is good to eat?"

"Try the pasta," Harry suggested.

"Alright."

The waiter came soon, and Harry took their orders.

Then, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, staring at Ginny.

Ginny, getting a little nervous, blushed bright red.

"I love you Ginny."

She smiled in response.

"Honestly, I brought you here for a reason." Suddenly, he got up from his chair, and knelt down in front of Ginny. He grabbed something from his pocket. Her mouth opened in utter shock as she realized what it was.

"Ginevra Weasley, will you marry me?"

Ginny froze. She couldn't believe he was asking her this. She nearly wasn't ready for it.

Almost everyone in the restaurant turned to stare at her, awaiting her answer. Harry twitched nervously as he held the diamond ring up.

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