DISCLAIMER: If you recognize any of the characters it clearly shows they aren't mine. If they were mine I'd be swimming in a pool of gold.. But since I can't swim I'm neither swimming in a pool of gold or water. It all belongs to the great J.K. Rowling.
(So you know, I have nothing against Harry.. I really like the little guy)
"Well?" Ginny asked furiously.
"Well what Gin? Well that you're out there shagging the first guy you fall in love with and have a couple children without him knowing? Well that.. I'm cooped up in my own misery because I can't have you? Well because my OWN friend since I was a kid ..shagged my own worst enemy besides Voldemort?" Harry asked banging his fist on the counter. People were staring.
"What are you playing at? No, Harry, I didn't go and shag the first guy I fell in love with. I loved you my whole childhood or so I thought.. 'Harry Potter! Oh mum.. It's Harry! Harry this.. Harry that. I wish I could go to Hogwarts to see Harry. The Boy Who LIVED! Why won't Harry listen to me? Why won't he look at me like he looks at Cho? Oh WHY! Why is he always with Ickle Ronny Boy and Hermione?' Why Harry! HUH!" Ginny said going 10x the shade of red on her face.
Harry's mouth stood halfway open.. In shock.
"Oh for Merlin's sake Harry. Don't tell me you had NO clue whatsoever? The bat-bogey-hex on Malfoy was to get your attention. That horrible Valentine's singing telegram I sent you in your second year.. Which by god I can't believe I wrote that. That day when Malfoy's dad attacked my dad when we were buying our books when I was about to start my first year? And I stood up for you when Malfoy started picking on you? All those times ..even Malfoy noticed," she said.
"Gin, I had no idea," Harry said, his voice going up a couple notes.
"It's over.. It's all over Harry. Malfoy came along... wow. He really knows..." Ginny blushed, "But he was betroth to the Parkinson wench.. What was the point then? I had no choice in the matter."
"But.. MALFOY?" Harry said.. Once again striking a nerve.
"OH DROP IT, WILL YOU! YES, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! YES, THE HORRIBLE GIT WHO CAUSED YOU SO MUCH TROUBLE AT HOGWARTS.. YES THE GIT WHO TRIED TO KILL DUMBLEDORE. YES.. THE ONE WHO PRETENDED TO BE MAD-EYE TURNED INTO A FERRET! OK! ENOUGH WITH IT HARRY! IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING MORE TO ADD.. DO IT NOW. OK? DO IT NOW BEFORE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU AND BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP! JUST DON'T SAY 'BUT MALFOY' AGAIN!" Ginny said screaming at the top of her lungs. By now everyone in the store had left.
"Gin! Stop it will you! I just can't believe... MALFOY OF ALL PEOPLE!" Harry shouted at Ginny.
She took a step back.
"Of all people? What do you mean 'of all people'? Who else Harry? Who else?" she said, her arms flailing in the air.
"IT'S DRACO MALFOY! YOU KNOW, LUCIUS MALFOY'S SON-"
"I KNOW BLOODY WELL WHO HE IS!"
"We all know THAT part Gin," Harry said scoffing.
"Oh! Honestly! Quit being such a prat! You're behaving like a 13 year old Harry. GROW UP!"
"I'm NOT behaving like a little kid. I'm being a little rash here because YOU slept with Malfoy!"
"A little rash? Oh ho ho... no you're not! You're making this into a big deal Potter! You're making this seem as if I SOLD myself off to Malfoy!"
"I bloody well am not. I didn't say that or HINT at that! He had you under the Imperious Curse, didn't he? Didn't he?"
"NO! I accorded onto my OWN will Harry. I RAN TO HIM! I WENT TO HIM! SOUGHT HIM OUT IN THE CROWD! AND NOT ONCE AFTER THAT DID HE CALL ME 'WEASEL' 'BLOOD TRAITOR' 'MUDBLOOD LOVER' OR ANYTHING ELSE OF THE LOT!" she shrieked, sounding like her mother.
"Ohhh.. If only your mother knew!"
"If you say ONE word to her about ME being with Malfoy at Hogwarts I will make sure EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY IS CRUSHED BY MY BEAR HANDS!" she said crushing a piece of paper.
"I see you prefer the RICH AND FAMOUS over the people who will truly care about you," Harry said spitting on the ground.
"RICH AND FAMOUS? RICH AND FAMOUS! Oh please! Are you rich and famous? NO! Famous, yes.. Because of a stupid scar on your head!" Ginny said not regretting what she had just said. "Always getting the attention. No wonder Ron was always unhappy at school. Because YOU overshadowed him at school. Everywhere the three of you went, 'HARRY! OH HARRY! ARE YOU REALLY HARRY POTTER! OH CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH! THE BOY WHO LIVED! WHO SURVIVED VOLDEMORT'S CURSE! IT'S HARRY! THE BEST RUDDY SEEKER AT HOGWARTS SINCE JAMES POTTER!' Taking the glory.. When MY brother did so many things but no one noticed!"
"Now I see who my real friends are," Harry said taking his traveling cloak.
"Where are you going?" Ginny said looking at Harry walk towards the door.
"I'm done Gin. I'm not going to that stupid meeting. All this... because you slept with MALFOY! You've made me feel like shit.. All the things you said..."
"I MADE YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT! YOU'RE THE ONE LOOKING DOWN ON ME WITH SHAME BECAUSE OF MALFOY!" Ginny said walking behind Harry.
"Your family would do the same thing," Harry said coldly. He opened the door and walked out.
Ginny slammed her fist on the door and slouched down on the floor crying onto her arms.
A few moments later Harry came back inside.
"Look Gin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say everything I did," he said squatting down next to Ginny.
Ginny grabbed whatever was near her and threw it at Harry.
"Yes, I know. I deserve it. I didn't mean to bring up Malfoy .. Or say things about him in front of you. If you really did love him.. I respect that.. But.. I'm not happy at the fact that.. He made you happy and I didn't," he said. "I'm not happy that I couldn't be there when you wanted and he was. I don't know what happened between you two.. But I really am very sorry for saying the things I did. I was wrong to bring the subject back up.. But it still hurts that it was Malfoy who gave you two beautiful girls."
Ginny wiped her tears away and said in a threatening voice, "If you EVER bring up Malfoy in the slightest bit.. I will curse you for eternity and have another row with you."
"I'll make sure that doesn't happen. I promise. I'm just very hurt," he said.
Ginny stood up.
"Well, can we finish going over.. Or at least start, going over the papers for our meeting tomorrow?"
"Let's go then," he said straightening out his cloak.
"Arthur, I've been wondering again. About what Annette and Victoria said the other day about seeing their father in the Daily Prophet. Who do you reckon it is?" she said setting down her knitting.
Mr. Weasley set down his book and glasses.
"Molly, will you please forget that? We're all anxious to know. Yes, maybe the girls HAVE seen pictures of their father. I'm not so pleased that Ginny hasn't told us who it is but, that's her decision, not ours-"
"But Arthur, we're her parents. We should know who the father of our grandchildren are!" she said shooting him dark looks.
"Molly, please for the last time. It's HER decision. Either it's shame.. Or he just seizes to exist."
"No, I need to know. It's eating me up inside. She never said once who it was. Not even in labor did she mention or when naming the girls," she said. "And she's only mentioned about taking them to their other grandmother. I'm getting quite jealous."
Mr. Weasley laughed.
"Jealous? Of what?"
"That they visit their other grandmother," she said pursing her lips.
"Dear, they do have other grandparents and I bet you anything they see you more than they see them," he said admiring a car magazine that he had just found under the couch.
"Still. I'm .. I'm..."
"You're what Molly?"
"Nothing but I want the girls JUST FOR ME!"
"You have Samantha. Have you forgotten about Hermione and Ron's little girl?" he said slowly as he flipped through the magazine.
"No. I haven't. It's different though."
Mrs. Weasley expected to hear something in response, but didn't. She looked over at her husband and noticed him looking at a car magazine in awe.
"OH! Honestly. You and your muggle fascination."
"What dear?" he said not taking his eyes off the magazine.
"Nothing .. Nothing at all."
"Yes.. That's nice dear," he said not even realizing in the slightest bit what his wife had just said.
The following morning Ginny woke up to an excruciating pain in her head.
"Bloody hell, migraine? Today? My meeting is today!" she yelled at her wall.
She got up and walked to her twins room. Empty little beds. If only she could've brought them home last night instead of asking Mrs. Malfoy to take care of them. She did need the company, didn't she? The Malfoy Manor only bore house elves and Mrs. Malfoy on her own. She had no knowledge that Draco would be with his mother so assumed he'd be living on his own. Which he did. Or did he?
She walked on over to the restroom and popped in the shower.
'Love, is everything alright?'
'I'm just tired, Red.'
She crawled on the bed on over to Draco. She stood on her knees behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
'Sometimes I wish our families didn't hate each other. Sometimes I wish you didn't have to hate me.. It pains me.'
Draco sighed. Part of him hated her for being a Weasley. For being a Mudblood lover. For being a blood traitor. But what if? She made him feel so many feelings he didn't know he had.
'You better change Red. It's getting late. I don't want your brother, Granger, and Potter to go looking for you.'
She sat down with her mouth slightly open and without saying a word. She turned around covering herself with his sheets and picked up her clothes. He remained there sitting on the side of the bed staring at the floor, occasionally rubbing his hands on his face. She changed into her uniform and school robes and without uttering a 'goodnight' she opened the door and left.
"What are you doing Ginevra Molly Weasley?" Ginny asked herself as she sighed.
She turned off the shower head and stood there. She got out of the shower and wrapped a big fluffy white towel around herself. She dried herself off and dried her hair with a quick spell. She brushed it out to a sleek straight mane and tied it up in a ponytail. She kept the towel on and walked into her room. Felt so strange not having little girls yelling and screaming and jumping up and down. She opened her closet door opened and stared.
"What to wear?" she muttered to herself.
She picked out a white suit. White slacks and a white dressy jacket with matching black lines that hugged her every curved. She took out a black silk top to match the black lines and her heeled boots. She slowly put her clothes on. Applied some light makeup before putting on the jacket. When she finally did that she finished dressing and picked up her bag. She picked up her traveling cloak and Apparated to the Ministry were the meeting was going to be held, which surprised her a bit.
Harry was already waiting for her when she arrived. She was greeted by most of the people that were walking inside the well hidden building.
"Morning Gin," Harry said.
"Morning Harry. Are you ready?" she said taking a deep breath.
He nodded nervously.
They walked alongside each other and into the elevator. Every so often Ginny would look up at the roof of the elevator box while Harry looked at her.
"Stop staring at me Harry. I'm just as nervous as you are," she muttered.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to Ginny," he said stuffing his hands inside his cloak and inside his jean pockets.
"Almost there," she said.
They came to their stop and Ginny walked out first.
"Morning Ginny," a very pink witch said looking up from her cubicle.
"Morning Suzuki," Ginny said smiling at the witch.
Harry simply nodded at the witch.
The meeting was to be held in one of the spare conference rooms in her floor. She was about to open the door when one of the wizards working there ran up to her.
"Ms. Weasley.. I.. I mean, Ginny. Mr. Lewis says if you can please go into his office. He.. He has to sh-show you something, " the wizard stammered.
"Tenner, calm down. Ok? You don't have to get all nervous. I know you just barely got out of Hogwarts but please, calm down. If you can please tell Mr. Lewis that I have a very important meeting at the moment," Ginny said. She looked at Tenner, a lanky boy about 18with shaggy brown hair and a couple of pimples on his face.
"Ye-yes Ms. Weasley...I-I mean, Ginny," Tenner stammered taking a step back and falling all over the place.
"THE OWNER IS LATE!" boomed a very familiar voice.
"It can't be," Ginny muttered under her breath.
She slowly walked to the door, Harry waiting for her, who was leaning against a wall.
"Ready?" he said opening the door.
She got a grip on herself and walked in with her head held high.
Draco was sitting with his feet on the table drumming his fingers on his manila folder. He looked up and stopped. His eyes widened a bit and he carefully put his feet down.
"Red," he whispered.
"Are we ready to begin this meeting?" the bald wizard asked. "Please, Ms. Weasley, Mr. Potter. Take a seat just..here," he said conjuring two seats into the room.
"Potter," Draco grunted through gritted teeth.
"Malfoy," Harry said calmly.