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Chapter Three—Affairs of Love

Draco was headed up to the library, planning to start some research on a new potion he was thinking about teaching his students. He had just finished supervising a detention of a few fourth years. Once again his wandering thoughts found Ginny. The more he thought about Ginny being in the castle, the more his insides turned.

It had been so long, and even though he had been so hurt by her a part of him seemed as if it still belonged to her and he wanted it back. Not that it mattered anymore. Draco was beginning to think his heart was destroyed. After years of hiding it to protect it, he finally gave love a chance and his heart was stomped all over. It wasn't that he felt empty, just incomplete. Now that he didn't have a counterpart he was nobody.

Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy would be capable of loving another soul? The way he treated people before the war was nothing close to love. He wanted to say that it was all his father, but deep down he knew that it wasn't. Lucius wanted Draco to become a Death Eater like himself, and the boy refused. Eventually he was forced to take the mark. At that point it seemed like there was no choice. It was kill or be killed. But he couldn't kill, and his family had to reap the consequences.

The hatred he had for Potter was real. It was Draco's cold heart that made him be so vile to Potter, Granger, and Weasley. Everything Potter did was right and justified, and everything Draco did was wrong. It seemed no one could stomach a Draco's dark humor. He had changed a little bit, but as for being nice, he was even bitterer than before, considering the loss of all the ones he loved.

Life seemed hopeless in these moments that the girl you once shared your secrets with just walked through your life again after running out and barely acknowledging you.

What is the use? It's not like she's going to run up to me and scream "Oh, Draco! I don't really love Harry, I love you, which is why I married Harry and now that I've seen your handsome face again, I am leaving him and my child for you!" Please. It's never going to happen, so I just have to forget about her.

The doors to the library were fairly heavy, and they made a loud sound that unintentionally pronounced your entrance. No wonder why Granger had such a strong arm for a thirteen year old. It must have had something to do with these doors. Just as he was about to head towards the section he had come to look through, he heard her voice. He followed it, taking him to the bookcase right behind Madam Pince's desk, where he saw her little red head turn away looking annoyed.

With the idea of surprising her, he followed her on the other side of the bookshelf until she was about to leave. She almost screamed when he jumped out in front of her. When she saw that it was Draco, her cheeks got red and for a moment there was a glint of laughter in her eyes, right before it turned to rage.

"Malfoy! What is your problem?" she whispered irritably. Nervous, she started playing with a strand of hair, pushing it behind her ear over and over again.

"Ginevra, is that anyway to greet me?" he asked, deviously.

"Ginevra? Since when do you call me that?" she asked him, knowing quite well when he called her that. A long time ago she had learned to forget about her past with him, but it seemed he wouldn't go away, and sooner or later, he would ask why she left and never came back.

"Why did you leave my Ginny?" Okay, so it came sooner. He was hurt, and she could hear it in his voice, as much as he tried to conceal it.

"Drac- I mean, Malfoy, I don't want to talk about his right now. I am kind of pissed off. I can't find Hermione anywhere."

"You don't have a choice, Gin. We need to talk about this. Now." He grabbed a hold of her shoulders lightly as she tried to push past him.

"You can't escape me," he said sarcastically. She laughed, but then contained it once she realized that he wanted her to laugh. Ginny's face turned strait and she tried to walk off again.

"You know I am just going to keep following you."

"If I run will I have a better chance at you leaving me alone?" She asked, as she entered the corridor, Draco hot on her heels.

"Is Hagrid sexy?" he joked.

"Fine, how long is this going to take."

"Hello. How are you, Miss?" the young wizard asked of the dark haired girl sitting alone at the train station.

"Now that you're here, much better," she replied, smiling a semi-fake smile. This stranger was definitely not lacking in the looks department, but was he charming enough to make her forget about Michael and Draco.

"I noticed that you looked a little bit lonely. I thought I would come over here to make you not look so lonely."

"So do you always go up to girls you don't know that look sad and try to cheer them up?" she wondered aloud, looking at him with a curious grin.

"No, just you. I am in a great mood today and I thought it to be nice to share some of my joy with you."

"Really, why are you in such a great mood, today?" she said, sarcastically.

"Well, you see my Quidditch team just won a very difficult match today."

"Your favorite Quidditch team won?" she answered with a question, skeptical of how much of a fan this guy must be to be this happy over a his favorite Quidditch team winning.

"No. Well, yes, I suppose. I play for the Ballycastle Bats and it seems that we just won."

"You mean you are famous for playing Quidditch?"

"Pretty much."

"What is your name?" she inquired, squinting her eyes slightly as if she was getting a better look at him to see if she recognized his face.

"Quigley. Captain Finbar Quigley." He held out his hand, hoping she would take it.

"Captain, eh? I'm Emma Dobbs." She did. "So, what was this about you cheering me up?"

The library would be closing soon, but the bookworm was heading there last minute to find a specific article that she had remembered seeing years ago. As she rounded the corner to the corridor, an oh too familiar voice sounded.

Her bushy brown hair peeked around the wall and she witnessed Ginny and, wait a minute, was that Malfoy? Yes, that was Malfoy, no doubt about that. The couple was strolling down the opposite end of the corridor toward the other set of stairs. Before Hermione got a chance to respond to this, they were out of sight.

Oh well, she thought to herself, as she walked into the library. Sometimes even Hermione was too daft at times, and she just brushed it off and continued on with her mission.

"Mrs. Weasley? Hi, this is Harry. I was just wondering if, well-" he paused and took a deep breath, embarrassed about what he was about to ask.

"Harry, do you want me to watch James for you?"

"Would you, please?" he practically begged. The infant was giving him a headache and he wondered if he was like that when he was a baby. It must have been Ginny because the Dursleys would not have tolerated throwing food and poking the cat in the eye. Not to mention he wouldn't lay down for bed until Harry put on the Weird Sisters in the background. But that serenity was only limited.

"Harry, dear, I'm sorry to say, and I understand that you want to bond with your son, but I have handled him and he is definitely a job for a mother."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

Harry gathered James and his overnight belongings and apparated to the Burrow, where Harry's, and now James', surrogate mother was waiting for them in her robe and slippers ready to take on the challenge of a nine month old for the night.

"Now Harry, you need to go home and get some rest. You work too much and those circles under your eyes are awful."

"Yes, m'am. Again, thank you. I will come by in the morning and pick him up."

"Good night, Harry."

The couple entered the chilly chambers. Draco started a fire and Ginny looked around. The room was nothing different that what she expected, with green and black walls, a wooden floor, and a large bed with satin green and silver bedding. Typical Slytherin.

"Would you like something to drink?" he offered, being civil to his guest.

"Malfoy, let's talk. You wanted to talk now talk, damn it."

"Geesh, Gin, calm down. Why don't you have a seat?"

She accepted this offer and plopped down at the table across from him.

"Let me start with saying this," he began, trying to look at her eyes, which were trying their best not to gain contact with his own. "I'm not going to try to keep you away from Potter. I just want an explanation."

"Explanation?" So she was going to play stupid.

"Yes," he said, annoyed that she was not cooperating. "Ginny, you fucking left me."

"I know. I guess I don't have an explanation."

"What?" he was astounded. This is ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, Malfoy, I truly am."

"Stop calling me Malfoy. Ginevra, I loved you. How could you just pick up and leave me for Potter. You lied to me."

"Hey, I said goodbye. And as for lying to you, I don't know what the fuck you are talking about! I thought you understood that it was just a fling. We were both lonely, desperate, and hurt."

"I was lonely, desperate, and hurt, but I thought it was more than just sex. I talked to you Ginny, and I told you things that I never told anyone."

She was starting to cry for some reason. He wanted to comfort her, just like old times, but he was still going on.

"Does Potter talk to you? I'm sorry, but the guy is so thick sometimes, I wouldn't expect him to understand anything about you. No, I take that back. I'm not sorry. Potter cares about himself. He may seem to love you, but I'm sure that it is not that same way as I do. I know you, Gin. And I can tell when you are hurting. He's not taking care of you the way he should."

Tears were flowing down her cheeks and she silently shed them, looking down at her flat sneakers.

"Harry loves me." He expected her to get mad at him, but she wasn't really arguing with him, though her tone sounded doubtful.

"I loved you Ginny, but there is no chance for me now." He was starting to forget that he was talking to her and ran his hands through his white hair as he continued on his rambling. "I told you about my parents and I told you about Pansy, I spilled my guts to you. You spilled your guts to me! Where do you come off telling me that you would love me forever and then marry him?"
"Draco, I've made a mistake, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Ginny, you don't realize what has become of me." He was beginning to get emotional, as well. Seeing the hurt in her eyes was making his well up in tears. After moments of silence she spoke softly, just thinking aloud.

"Harry doesn't understand me. We never talk. He is always too busy. I know he loves me, but it's just not the same. Back in school it was different, but not much. I just wanted to end up happy."

"'Are you happy?"

"Draco, there is something wrong with me. Harry is good, and I'm not. I thought that if I married Harry everything would be just fine, even though I knew that I didn't love him. It was just a schoolgirl crush. But he finally paid attention to me. Me! After all those years of hearing him talk about Cho and other girls that him and Ron would talk about."

He was beginning to focus on what she was saying, realizing that like himself she was having a break down.

"I was scared of what would happened if I didn't go with him. My family didn't know about us, and I don't think they would have liked it much."

"So what? Are you stuck now?"

"I have a son, Draco. Of course I'm stuck. But I can't leave Harry; it would hurt him too much. Plus, what would my family think?"

"You can hurt me but not Harry?" He was getting angry. Once again, Potter came out on top. He's the one that could be with her everyday if he pleased, but he takes her for granted. If he only knew what her and Draco used to have, while he was out saving the precious world.

"No, it's not like that. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. I have to look out for James, too, Draco. It's not all about Harry."

"But admit it Ginny. You wouldn't break it off with Harry even if he beat you. Too much bad publicity? Are you scared of a few cameras and news articles?"

"Draco, if I asked to divorce Harry do you have any idea how much I would be shamed? My family would disown me. What am I supposed to do?"

"I just want you to follow your heart." It sounded so corny to hear himself say, but it was true.

"It's not that simple!" The fiery redhead yelled at him, upset that she couldn't find a solution. Now that she realized how much he had been hurt and that maybe she did love him, and not Harry, she was beginning to become afraid of what would happen if he convinced her to leave her husband.

"It is Ginny. It's as simple as this." For the first time that night they were closer ever than they had been since she skipped out, and she was just taking notice that he had risen from his seat and was now facing her.

He captured her lips in a sweet kiss. It was not meant to be an invitation. He just wanted her to know that he still cared for her. If she slapped him and stormed out, it would have been worth it. Just one last kiss was all he needed from her.

On the contrary, she looked into his eyes and pulled him closer. She couldn't believe that she was this desperate for love, but lost all inhibition as her fingers traveled to become tangled in his hair.

At first he was confused. Maybe things with Potter were worst than he thought. He suspected the woman to have enough strength to contain herself, but it seemed he had made the wrong move by kissing her.

Wrong move, or not, he wasn't about to hinder her. She forcefully inserted her tongue past his lips, and he kissed her back with the same passion. It wasn't long until they were out of breath and decided to slow it down.

"Draco," she panted. Having moved to the sofa she was fully able to stretch out in his arms. "I can't do this."

"I understand," he replied, disappointed, knowing that if he were to have an affair with Ginny he would be in more trouble than he could imagine.

Opposing what they had just agreed, she resumed kissing him greedily before tugging off his shirt. He decided not to stop her from undressing him. After all, he hadn't had any in weeks.

Ginny was laughing for once. He was the only one these days that could make her smile. Somehow, she had come to acknowledge him as one of her friends. Not that she would tell anyone. Her mother was so oblivious to how much time she actually spent with Draco.

Helping at the Headquarters was not her choice of duty, but no one would allow her to be out on the front line of the battlefield with her brothers and Harry. Even a few of her friends from school were out there and she was stuck at Grimmauld Place taking care of the injured and Draco, who seemed to be their only prisoner of war.

He wasn't that bad. Sure, he tormented Harry, Ron, and Hermione during their time at school, and he was pretty much a bastard to her the few times they had encountered, but right now she only saw him as someone she could have a real conversation with.

The way he talked every so often made her think that maybe he was crazy. But then again, she also thought that she was a bit crazy at times. From what he said, he had seen some pretty sick shit living with a Death Eater. Draco told her about the time Lucius tortured his puppy right in front of him when he was five.

Then of course Ginny had the whole incident with Tom Riddle and he really fucked her up. On the outside she got people to believe that she was back to normal, the good little Ginny they've always known, though she was never the same.

Numerous afternoons after Ginny had made her runs of the upstairs bedrooms she returned to Draco's room to give him hell. He wasn't cripple or anything, he just didn't like being social so he sat up there and waited for her to talk to him. He couldn't leave either for fear of being arrested or killed.

At first they argued and fought like usual, then one day he got the balls to ask her to stay and keep him company instead of walking out when they had a spat. Reluctantly, she stayed and he told her about his dream.

When she realized how much pain he was in, like herself, she learned to sympathize with him and in return, told him about her dreams. They became friends, and eventually lovers.

The first time they kissed was magical to Ginny. He was so much the opposite of Harry when they made love, and she adored it. He took her virginity one night and she told him that she would never leave him. But she did, and he was in more pain than ever before.

"What are we doing?"

"I'm going to do something that is going to freak you out."

"I thought we were going to do something to the other people."

"I have to tell you how I feel about you, Seamus."

"Ron, I think you've had too many drinks."

"I think you're sexy.
"Really?"

"Yeah. Get the fruit, get the fruit, you get points for the fruit!"

"I can't get the fruit, there's a bloody ghost right there! Where did you get this game from, anyways?"

"Hermione bought it for me."

"Who's Hermione?"

"My girlfriend, you bastard!"

"But you said I was sexy."

"I'm drunk."

"Yes, I would say you are, but we are out of fire whiskey."

"Well we need more."

"Damn it, they got me!"

"I told you to stay away from the ghosts."

"No, you didn't."

"Fine, I'm going to get something else to drink."

"We don't have anymore."

"I know, you bloody idiot, I'm going to get some more."

"Take my broom."

"I was going to anyways."

AN HOUR LATER

"Okay, Mr. Spider, I know you drank my bottle of fire whiskey… You're not so big and bad are you… I'm kind of hungry… Sorry, little guy, but I have no choice."

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

"I think that is my mum. Oh, I guess I am at home. What are the chances?"
"Ronald Percival Weasley! What are you doing out here causing all this ruckus? Did you just crash that broom into that tree?"

"I'm lost."

"You lived here for seventeen years, how could you be lost?"

"I'm drunk, mum."

"Get you arse in here right now! You woke up the baby."

"You have a baby?"

"Ginny's baby."

"Oh."