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.
Chapter 10
Draco stood up. He backed away a little but Annette and Victoria advanced on him. Luckily no one was around that morning to witness the scenario.
"Shit!" muttered Ginny; her heart feeling as if it had just fallen to the pit of her stomach. She got her courage and straightened herself up. Marched towards Draco's direction and seized her daughters arms and crouched down on the floor. She looked at her daughters who were struggling to get to Draco.
"Annette! Victoria! What have I told you two about running off without me?" Ginny demanded, feeling a sense of resentment towards herself for the way she was talking to the keepers of her heart.
"Sowwy mommy," Victoria said, looking back at Draco and at her mum. She thumbed her toy wand for a minute and became still. Annette kept struggling.
"Annette! Leave that man alone."
Ginny looked up when she saw someone advancing towards her slowly with much precaution. Draco stood say, two feet away from Ginny, and looked down at her.
"May I help you, Mr. Malfoy?" Ginny said getting up and straightening down her cloak.
"I don't believe we're on business terms so, call me Draco, Ginevra dear," Draco purred in her ear as he strolled around her in a circle.
"What I call you is what I want. At the moment as of late, you'd to be addressed as 'Mr. Malfoy' by me," she said, holding her anger back as well as her daughters.
"Daddy," Victoria whispered.
"Excuse me?" Draco said looking at Victoria. "What did this little girl call me?"
"Uhh.. You'll have to excuse her. She has a cold and has been saying the oddest of things," Ginny said with a forced laugh.
"Oh really. Are they yours? Wait, I doubt they would be. They have.. Blonde hair (he took hold of one of Annette's hair strands and let it fall back down) while you on the other hand, have one of the Weasley curses: red hair. It's quite attractive, just not on you Ginevra," he said with a sneer.
"Yeah. So, red hair isn't your thing? Then why did you fuck me in the first place? Pity? To know what it would be like to taint your family name and precious skin with a blood traitor? I wouldn't know. Yet it seems that it wouldn't be your business why my daughters have blond hair while I have red. Funny how life works, doesn't it?" she said smiling, trying to hold back her tears.
"Yes.. Yes it is. Funny how foolish one is at a young age. A bit ignorant, wouldn't you say? By the way, what unfortunate chav knock you up?" he said taking his hands out of his pockets and folding them across his chest, as if to hear such a brilliant yet dramatic story.
"Hmm.. I'm aware that you might know this arse. You never know. Pity. He would've made such a great father. Unlike his father. Goodbye Mr. Malfoy," she smiled and pulled her daughters with her, still a bit shaken up by what had just occurred.
'They look so familiar,' Draco thought to himself. 'It feels as if I know those girls. As if they were once a part of m-wait! What am I saying? They can't be mine.. Surely they can't be,' Draco laughed an unsure laugh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He spit on the floor and strolled off.
'It couldn't be though. I was always sure to be careful.'
'You were never careful though. You always pulled back about a second before the grand finale,' his conscience told him.
'True. And if they are.. They'd be about three.'
'You're bluffing. You've gone mental. That's impossible. What makes you think they're yours? The blond hair? The cold yet sparkling eyes? The pale skin? Aristocratic features?'
'True. That's very true. Quite obvious. But if they are mine, why would she keep it from me? She should've told me.'
'You wouldn't have cared one bit. Yes, you loved her. But were you really in-love to say that you'd be there for her? You were betrothed to Pansy to marry as of late July.'
"I need to talk to mother," he muttered to himself.
'How could I have fallen for such an evil little cockroach, big headed, loathsome little prat?' she thought to herself.
'I should've just told him. Right then and there. What is wrong with you Ginevra Weasley? What!'
From the corner of her eye she stared as Draco and Ginny parted ways.
"What?" she asked doubtfully snapping back into reality, letting go of Victoria's hand and running her fingers through her hair.
"I asked ma'am, how much dragon claw powder do you need?" asked the man over the counter at the Apothecary. He stared over at Ginny who seemed to have lost herself in thought. "Ma'am?"
"Oh.. I.. I'm sorry. Uh. A pound of dragon claw powder," Ginny looked around hesitantly.
Ginny arrived at the Burrow as if she had just had her memory tampered with. Annette and Victoria were in a foul mood and kept kicking stones here and there. Mrs. Weasley was outside with Fleur and Essence. Essence is Charlie's fiancee. Mrs. Weasley waved over at Ginny, which brought Ginny back to reality.
"Ginny guess who just arrived! CHARLIE! Can you believe it?" Mrs. Weasley said joyously. She took a liking to Essence, but still had some resentment towards Fleur for speeding up the wedding.
"Charlie. CHARLIE!" Ginny shrieked and ran inside the house, not bothering to say hello to her mum, Fleur, or Essence. "CHARLIE! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Charlie pushed the chair back he was sitting on and let it tilt on two feet. He was having an interesting conversation with Bill, Fred and George, and Hermione.
"Ginny! Good to see you," he said standing up and receiving his sister in a big embrace. Bill stood up.
"Oh great Gin. Nice to see you too. It's just sooo great how you're happy to see me as well," Bill said in a sarcastic tone.
"You know I'm glad to see you Bill. I just haven't seen Charlie since.. Merlin knows when," she said smiling.
"Now, where are my two favorite nieces in the whole wide world!" Bill said attacking Annette and Victoria on the floor, tickling them until they turned red in the face. Charlie joined in with Bill.
"Ginny is something wrong?" Hermione asked. "Harry came asking if I had talked to you."
"Oh. OH! Right right. No, I wanted to ask you something about Honeydukes. But can we talk about it later?"
"Yeah. That's fine by me. I knew you'd need my help," Hermione smiled.
That night Ginny sat in her office at the Ministry trying to enjoy a chicken on rye sandwich which she had purchased at a bakery.
Her bottle of Butterbeer remained untouched until Ron came in the office.
"Late night?" he asked, taking a seat in front of Ginny.
Ginny nodded setting down her sandwich.
"Want the rest?" Ginny handed the sandwich towards Ron.
"No...no thanks."
"Pumpkin pastries? They're your favorite," she said opening a drawer by her left leg.
Ron took it and devoured it as if it had been years that he hadn't eaten.
"This case is driving me mad," Ginny said pulling her hair.
"Isn't Finnigan suppose to be helping you?" Ron asked.
"Yes.. But he had duty tonight. As well as tomorrow somewhere in Amsterdam. I don't know why a Death Eater would be hiding there," she sighed.
"What's the deal with you two anyway?" Ron tilted the chair back and set his feet on the desk.
"Merlin's fuck. I don't have a clue. He's a great man, Seamus is, but there's just.. Well, I don't know. He's just not..someone..I'd have a relationship with. He's too good of a friend," she said, trying to reassure herself that that's what she felt towards Seamus.
"Hmm. I see. Well Gin, as soon as you get your bloody arse up and running and find the father of your children, I'm sure you two will be happy together making more grandchildren for mum and dad," he chuckled.
"That's NOT funny Ronald," she threw a Muggle thing called, a "therapeutic ball", at Ron.
"What's this?" he asked holding it up in the air.
"It's a Muggle toy. Therapeutic ball. You clench your hand around in.. To relieve your stress. Hermione bought it for me when we were at some muggle stores for baby stuff," she said yanking back the ball.
"Has dad seen this? He'd go nutters," he laughed.
"No. He'd probably rip it open with that pocket knife Hermione gave him for his birthday."
"OHH. That's right. The pocket knife. Dad's always trying to have an excuse to use it. Bloody hell, it's been six months since his birthday and he's still making excuses for him to use it. Like the other day that Hermione was struggling with a can of tomatoes, since mum's tomato patch got eaten by some bugs, dad came running into the kitchen and poked a large hole in the middle of the can!" he said between laughs.
Ginny was crying from laughing so hard.
"Then.. Then," he laughed, "Mum came into the kitchen with her wand and some flowers from the garden. Mum was fixing the flowers and dad was sitting at the table with an apple and was taking the skin off with the pocket knife. And.. (he laughs).. And mum looks at him, she looks at him.. And she says, "Arthur, what are you doing? For Merlin's sake! You'll poke an eye out with that!" well, you know mum's voice.. And dad goes, he goes, "Molly, I won't poke an eye out. I'm merely taking the skin off the apple. The apple's not an eye".. And I just sat there laughing because dad didn't get what mum was trying to tell him.
"The other day mum, dad and Fred were arguing over the "constant vigilance" because of the Death Eaters. Mum rounds on dad because of the pocket knife. She goes, "Arthur. Will that be your excuse? Would it? To stab a large boulder like Death Eater to death with that measly little shite?" and dad looks at her and says pointing to a spoon and her wand, "And are you going to gouge out his eyes with a spoon and poke his enormously large belly with your wand until he pops?" Those two, honestly. You could imagine they were children."
"Mum and dad are just soo wonderful," she said after a long pause. "You would think that Percy would quit with his bullshit and come back home.
"That little scrawny bugger. You should attack him with the bat-boogey-hex like you did to Malfoy, remember? You were well off in your 5th year. That was bloody brilliant Gin," he sighed. "Speaking of which. Harry reckons Malfoy was the one trying to buy Honeydukes from you. Is it true?"
"The arse just waltzes in there offering me the lot of galleons for Honeydukes as if I would simply just hand it to him. You swear I was that stupid. I refused. And he corners me twice trying to offer me a larger amount of galleons for it. As good as it sounded, I would've shared it amongst you, Fred and George, Harry, and mum and dad but, Honeydukes is a good business. I wouldn't want it to be run by someone like him," she slammed her fist on the table. "I was thinking of having Hermione help me run the business while Harry goes to the Auror Training those four months. I was thinking of setting up a couple of Honeyduke branches in Muggle communities. We'd have to exclude the sale of bewitched sweets. You know?"
"That'd be brilliant!"
"Ms. Weasley. We've got the report you asked on Mrs. Davika," said a short plum witch with dark plum robes.
"Thank you Mrs. Wellington," Ginny smiled.
"More work, eh?" Ron asked Ginny taking his feet off the table and getting up.
"Yes. Joy," she said sarcastically. "Where are you going?"
"To get my things. I guess I'll join you here. Seeing as how we're both alone."
"Oh. Ok. Good good," she said looking through the files.
She sat there going through her papers and yawning from time to time when Ron came back in white in the face.
"What happened to you? Looks like you just saw someone come back from the dead," Ginny said.
"I... I. What the hell is HE DOING HERE!"
"Who?" Ginny said looking up. "WHO!"
"Malfoy! What in Merlin's name is he doing here?"
Speaking of the devil, Draco walked into Ginny's office and stopped dead in his tracks. Ron looked back and saw Draco standing in the doorway.
"May I help you Mr. Malfoy?" Ginny said pushing her chair back and standing up.
Ron mouthed the words "Mr. Malfoy" with utter disgust.
"I was wondering if I could have a word with you," he said shifting his weight and leaning against the door frame.
"Come in and sit down then," she said sitting back down on her chair.
"Can't we speak outside.. In private," he said pointing towards the hallway.
"Would it matter if my brother were present. What's this about? If it's about Honeydukes I won't accept anymore offers," she said.
"This isn't about that anymore. And if your brother already knows about... well, Annette and Victoria, then it wouldn't be such a problem, would it?" he smirked.
"I'll be right back Ron," she said stiffly.
"What's going on Gin?" he asked curiously looking back at her.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," she said nervously.
She pulled her cloak tighter over her chest and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she demanded in a hoarse whisper.
"I just had a nice chat with my mother. She says you have something very important to tell me about.. Uh.. What are their names again? Victoria and Annette?" he asked placing a hand on the wall.
"What about them?" she asked taking a step back.
"Your daughters, are they not? My mother says you have something to tell me about them. Now, I don't see how they have anything to do with me. No parental issues, am I right?"
Ginny stood there in silence. Should she tell him? Or should she not?
That night, or rather, sometime around dawn, Ginny sat on her bed with Nixon.
"I was so close into telling him, again. I think Mrs. Malfoy hinted it to him," Ginny said gulping down the rest of her warm sherry.
"Gin, you can do it. Ok? You're a strong one. You will and can do it. What's keeping you from telling him? If you wont, someone else will. And he'll probably get angry. You know how he is," Nixon said patting Ginny on the back.
"Yeah. I know what you mean. I.. It's just hard. He leaves and out of nowhere he's back. As if nothing had happened. You know? And it hurts. I love those girls. I really do. Even though they're Draco's as well, I still love them," she said hiccuping in tears.
"You can do it Gin. I know you can."
She lay on her side looking at herself on the mirror next to the bed. Her long red hair covered her breasts and half of her face. The pitch black sheets covered half of her body, between her legs and her thighs. The color of her hair and the sheets against her white almost skim milk blue looking skin made her look so much beautiful. His lips caressed her back inching himself closer and closer to feel her skin. His hand found their way to her abdomen and gently caressed it, slowly going down, lower and lower curling his fingers inside her. To make her squirm. To make her want him. Her body jerked and she turned around. She opened her legs wider and he lifted himself up, positioning himself on top of her, inside her.
"DRACO!" she moaned.
"Ginny," he muffled into her hair.
He couldn't take this position after two minutes of sliding in and out of her as hard as he could. He rolled them over and Ginny straddled him. In no time, Ginny was driving him to the edge. Riding him as hard and fast as she could. Her body covered her in cold sweat, from the cold dungeon. The black sheets remained in coils at the edge of the bed. Raising his hips to meet hers she let out a cry, full of want. Her hands found his own, taking her right hand into his, he sucked on her middle finger and gently setting it on her clit. She rubbed herself until that tinge of heat hit her. He looked at her as her small finger worked on herself.
That evening Ginny went to the Burrow with Annette and Victoria. Everyone was gathered outside. The dinner table had been extended and there were luscious plates of food down the middle. Everyone talked and ate happily. Mrs. Weasley seemed bothered. By the time their helpings had died out Mrs. Weasley sat at her end of the table with her hands under her chin. Everyone started to notice and she cleared her throat.
"What is it mum?" Charlie asked.
"Ginny. What's your association with Mr. Draco Malfoy like? I assume the Honeydukes business is over. Why is it you're still meeting him?"
Ginny gaped at her mother. She sat there in silence. Everyone's eyes on her.