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 15

"Pansy? How... wait. Let me get this straight. You know what happened to Pansy?" Ginny said as she stood up.

"Well no shit, Red. She is, was... my wife. I guess you can say it was an unfortunate event. Us getting married and losing the baby and all that," he started. "And then she started seeing someone else. Started fucking other men and she would accuse me of cheating on her. So, I went away for a while. I came home that night and the lot of Mediwitch and wizards were everywhere in the manor. Pansy was lying on the floor...dead.

"Some say it was suicide and others say it was murder. Tests were made through every part of her and nothing was found. Conspiracy was made against me and there's no way for me to prove that I didn't do anything to her.

"I mean, I had every intention to kill her. She cheated, she lied, she stole, and wasn't a good wife. The only reason why she married me was because of my old family money and the publicity."

Ginny stood quiet. She took everything in and swallowed it whole. What was this? Why was he telling her this?

"I read in the Prophet that Pansy was found? What's that about?" he asked picking lint off of his trousers.

"Well, I.. I found her in Hogsmead. She smelled of peppermint and chocolate. She was dirty and her clothes was torn up all over the place," she started. "I was on duty that night and we took her to St. Mungo's. They're trying to figure out if it's really her or if it's someone impersonating her. But still no news. We have her in the same ward as Professor Lockhart."

"That bad? But she isn't senile, is she?"

"I don't know. I still haven't had news..we're suppose to get information from anyone she was close to."

"Really. Well, if you want any help I would sure give you names. Lovers, ex boyfriends... the lot," he said with a smirk forming on his face.

"Oh really? Well," she got up and picked up a piece of parchment and her favorite quill, "begin."

"Seamus Finnigan," Ginny's mouth fell, "If my sources are correct then they had been together for quite some time. They were together for 7 months. And then there was Dean Thomas. They were together for 2 months. He left Pansy for someone way better than her. I believe one of your twin brothers.. I don't know how that was possible. I guess in spite to bloody piss me off she looked up for one of your brothers. That didn't last long because she knew I didn't care. C'mon.. I was involved with a Weasley earlier in life. Zacharias Smith lasted only a month. Barry Ryan only 2 week because..well, he was just too busy with Quidditch and all that.

So there you go Red. You might want to look them up. Those are the only ones I knew about. The rest were just bartenders and just random men that I didn't care to know about."

Ginny didn't know what to say especially the one about her brothers. But, which one?

"Wait a minute. You said she smelled of peppermint and chocolate? Pansy was allergic to chocolate and she sure hated peppermint. It said it reminded her of a man who tried to rape her in the beginning of our marriage. Someone named Shane Wilson," he said scratching his left shoulder.

"Shane Wilson is dead. He died about two years ago. Put under the Cruciatus Curse and died," Ginny said chewing on her quill.

"That's right. I remember that. It was all over the place. I just didn't see much to it," he continued to pace.

Ginny shut her eyes and rubbed them over and over. She looked down at her watch and yawned. It was already well past 7am, almost 8.

There was a knock at her front door. They both froze.

"Do you mind... hiding?" she asked. She wanted to begin pressing on the issue of Lucius Malfoy but someone at the door had fucking ruined it all.

Draco opened Ginny's closet door and walked inside closing the door quietly behind him. Ginny sat up dusting herself off and walked into the living room.

She opened the door only to be greeted by a stern looking Erin. She stood there with her hands inside her cloak and let herself in.

Ginny stared at her as she walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"Morning Erin. What are you doing here so early?" Ginny asked between yawns.

"I came to talk to you about something important," Erin started.

"Umm.. Ok. Which would deal with?" she wondered.

"Draco Malfoy," she said in a tone that didn't sound as if they were friends but mere angered strangers. "I have found through a very subjective source that you were enamored with him at Hogwarts in which a relationship blossomed. A Malfoy in love with a Weasley, how poetic."

She didn't sound so much like the Erin she worked with. She sounded more like a pist off witch and that pist off Ginny.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Ginny asked sitting herself down on a chair holding a puffy pillow on her lap.

"You two are still seeing each other, are you not?"

"No, not at all. Last time I ever spoke to him was about Honeydukes. What's it to you?" she scratched her leg and looked back. Something had fallen in her room.

"Is someone else here besides you?" Erin asked trying to see into Ginny's room but failing to do so.

"N-no no.. No. Why do you ask?" Ginny asked trying to keep her cool.

"I just don't want anyone to hear my conversation with you. I have to interview you about Draco and Pansy Malfoy."

"Why me though? I haven't done anything, have I?" she asked biting on her index finger.

"Well, you were involved with Draco when you were at Hogwarts, weren't you?"

"WHAT! Who said this?" she asked standing up from the chair she was sitting on.

"I'm not allowed to tell. I'm sor--"

"No. I refuse to even begin with this "interview"," she said walking to the door."Please. If you don't mind, I have things to do aside from going to work in about an hour."

She opened the door and Erin stood up. She looked at Ginny in shame and said,

"It'll only harm your reputation, Weasley," she said. She looked at Ginny one last time and walked out the door.

Ginny stood there for a while letting everything be absorbed into her brain like a sponge in water.

Draco strolled into the living room in the most fainéant manner. He stood there staring at her in the most curious way.

Ginny looked up slowly and mouthed a "help me" at Draco.

Ginny sat at her desk at the Ministry going over Pansy's case. Ron walked in a bit pale in the face and sat in front of her. Seamus looked over at Ginny and then at Ron.

"Gin honestly, what's going on with this Malfoy bloke?" he asked.

"Nothing Ron. Nothing's going on. Why don't you just sod off with that. You're starting to sound like everyone else," she said trying to keep herself from yelling.

Ron looked over at Seamus who shrugged and went back to filing some papers.

"Right. So what's this I hear about you and Malfoy spending a bit too much quality time together?"

"Quality time!" Ginny shrieked as she got up to put some papers in a filing cabinet. "Ron. I can talk to whomever I want, ok!"

She reached down on the floor and picked up her bag rushing out of her office with tears running down her face.

"What did I say?" Ron asked Seamus.

Mrs. Weasley walked down Diagon Alley with Victoria and Annette. Draco walked opposite of them near Flourish & Blotts. His hood hung low and strands of white blond hair fell down his face. Annette and Victoria looked up. Draco smiled and pressed his index finger on his lips. The girls smiled and kept walking with their grandmother.

Draco walked into Knockturn Alley and into an abandoned flat. He opened the door looking left and right and walked inside. Long, white blond strands of hair was spread out on the floor. A man's legs were up against and wall and his hands were neatly folded over his chest.

"Hello father," Draco spoke softly.

"Draco, my boy. Brought me any news?" Lucius said as he wheeled himself around to face a unappeasable looking Draco.

Draco walked over to a dusty chair and threw a Daily Prophet on it and sat down.

"Well, I must say and please forgive me, what in Merlin's name have you been doing in impersonating my deceased wife?"

"How would you know that?"

"Peppermint and chocolate. You have always smelled of peppermint and chocolate since I can remember," Draco said shooting him a baneful look.

"And? Is that a problem?"

"Yes, it is! I knew perfectly well, as much as I resented the woman, that she was allergic to chocolate and hated the smell of peppermint," he said.

Lucius stood up and dusted himself off. He walked over to a small corner in the room and lifted up a floorboard. He took out a medium sized flask and showed it to Draco. Draco recognized the flask as the one Ginny had given him on his 18th birthday: pure platinum flask with a serpent engraved on it and emerald stones attached where its eyes should've been.

"That's mine. Where'd you get it?" Draco asked rising from the chair.

"I found it at the Manor. I didn't even know we had this," he said looking at it.

"Yes, you didn't. Because it's mine. I got it when I turned 18. Can I have it back please?" he extended his arm over.

"No. This holds my precious potion. Polyjuice potion with a special type of potion Severus taught me so it could be impossible to trace. My dear friend is a genius."

Lucius chuckled while Draco scolded at him.

"Look, as much as I don't want to be here, I'm just here to tell you to lay low," Draco said walking to the door.

"Send my regards to your mother," Lucius said going back to his resting position on the floor.

Draco opened the door and walked out muttering, "why do I even bother coming here to visit this bastard."

Mrs. Weasley walked into the small Apothecary and got the usual ingredients for her potions. Annette wandered off, unlike Victoria who stood right next to her grandmother.

Annette looked back at Victoria who simply rolled her eyes. Being the good girl sometimes sucked.

Mrs. Weasley turned around just in time to see Annette sneak out the door. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to the door and pulled Annette by the suspenders on her overalls.

"And where do you think you're going dear?" Mrs. Weasley said pursing her lips and putting her hands on her hips.

"Mmm.. To see the new broomstick?" she said putting her index finger on her chin.

"So much like Fred and George. Now, come on. We have a few more errands. Don't think I won't tell your mum about this," she said pulling both girls onto another store.

"But gramma. I just wanted to see the new broomstick," she said in an innocent tone.

"I'll make sure to tell your Uncle Harry to bring you over so he can show it to you or your uncle Ron," she said walking into a small deli.

"Really?" she said smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes, really," Mrs. Weasley said chuckling.

Draco walked into his flat only to be greeted by a young witch with piercing green eyes.

"Dahlia. What-wow. I haven't seen you since we graduated from Hogwarts. How did you find me? How are you?" he asked putting his cloak on a coat rack.

"Well, I asked your mum. She gave me your address and..here I am," she said smiling a brilliant perfect smile.

"Please, sit down. Umm.. Do you want anything to drink? I have-," he walked to his refrigerator, "pumpkin juice, milk, Vodka, and water."

"I'll have a small glass of Vodka if you don't mind," she said looking behind to where Draco stood.

He came back with two glasses of chilled Vodka on the rocks. He sat down on the sofa next to Dahlia and spoke,

"So, what have you been doing since we last saw each other?"

"Well, I've been good. I've been traveling around with my sister Gisselle and we're finally back here. It's been a while. A good while," she chuckled. "How about you?"

Draco swallowed the rest of his drink and took a deep breath.

"Well," he exhaled, "Believe it or not I was married for about 4-5 years with Pansy. She passed away though. Don't want to sound harsh but I didn't take it so hard. We just weren't meant to be together and I had known that since we were children. I own a couple of Sweet Shop branches here and there mostly in wizarding areas."

"I heard about you and Pansy. I was over in South America when I received a copy of the Diurnal Tidings, it's the same as the Daily Prophet. It was a bit shocking. I mean, I thought you would marry someone with class not trash like her," she said laughing a bit. "Any kids?"

"No. Pansy wasn't fertile enough so as much as we tried nothing happened. We finally succeeded but the baby died," he said adverting his gaze to a "fascinating" spot on the wall.

Dahlia leaned over and patted her friend on the back saying, "It's ok to cry Draco. You can let it out." She kissed his cheek hugged him.

Draco looked at her and grabbed her face and kissed her as if there were no tomorrow.

After a deep passionate five minute kiss Draco pulled away. He held his sleeve up against his lips wiping them gently.

Dahlia looked at him and scoffed.

"Seriously Draco, what's wrong with you? Did I do something wr-"

At that moment Natasha flooed into Draco's flat.

"Oh.. Shit. Did I interrupt something important?" she asked Draco, ignoring Dahlia.

"No Tish. You didn't. Umm..thi-this is Dahlia," he pointed at Dahlia, "Dahlia this is my good friend Natasha."

Both women hissed at each other.

"I guess you've met," he said standing up and ushering Natasha to a chair. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No. Actually.. Maybe I should leave. I have to meet someone in a while. Goodbye Draco," she said ignoring Dahlia once again.

She flooed out and left Draco with an empty cup in his hand.

"Hi Harry," Natasha said as she poked her head through the fireplace.

"Natasha! Hi," said a surprise Harry. "Come in."

Natasha took a step out of the fireplace and walked over to Harry. He stood up and held Natasha in a tight embrace. Natasha let go and kissed Harry's cheek. Natasha gave Harry a naughty smirk and led Harry into the bedroom.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Ginny stayed quiet drowning herself in tears. Why she was crying? She herself didn't know. They sat over the counter at Honeydukes. Ginny was under the counter on the floor. Hermione holding her daughter and trying to contemplate Ginny. Luckily, they had closed out for lunch.

"I hate.. Hate everything! Everything! You know how hard everything is getting! Stupid Harry! Why isn't he here? He's suppose to be here!"

Ginny shot out from under the counter and scribbled down a note and gave it to her owl that sat there ready to deliver his assignment.

"Gin, if there's anything you need to talk about you know I'm here for you," Hermione said walking around, swaying her daughter ever so gently left to right so she could fall asleep.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you. It's the fact that I can't. Harry knows only because he found out. And he's the only one I can talk to," she said wiping her tears away.

Hermione looked down at her watch and looked at Ginny.

"I know, I know. I have to go back to work on that case. If anything happens just.. Send me the fastest owl ever and I'll floo down here, ok?" Ginny said grabbing her things.

"Most certainly will," she said to greet the workers who had just arrived from lunch to help around Honeydukes.

"Ms. Weasley?" one of the girls working there piped up with the most nervous look to her.

"Yes? What is it Morgan?"

"Ms. Weasley. We're low on the sugar coated peach flavored sticks and sugar balls," she said looking at a list. "Also, chocolate bars and blood flavored suckers, chocolate snowballs, fire bombs, and sour pixie sticks."

Ginny scratched her head and brushed a ringlet from her face.

"Shit. Umm.. Let me copy that and I'll order the stuff. How many boxes are left?" she rummaged through her back looking for a spare quill.

"One of each," she said hoping Ginny wouldn't get mad.

"One of each?" Ginny said slowly trying not to screech.

"Calm down Ginny. We've been busy working on another Honeydukes for the Muggle community. We just hadn't realized," Hermione said in a calm tone.

"Everything's gonna fall into ruin. All of it."

"Ginny. Calm down, please? You need to get to work. I'll send Harry up to the Ministry of Magic. Ok?"

"Fine. Just... just let me finish writing this down and I'll go," she said scribbling chicken scratch letters onto a small piece of parchment.

Ginny arrive at the Ministry of Magic in no time. Thank goodness for magic. Ginny sat down at her desk and picked up a beautiful green and silver quill that lay atop her pile of files.

'This isn't mine,' Ginny thought to herself.

"Seamus, is this yours?" she said holding up the quill to a drowsy Seamus.

"Huh? Uh. No, it's not. You think I can afford something like that on this budget?"

"Hmmm..."

Out of nowhere as if on cue a black enveloped shimmered onto Ginny's desk. Seamus was fast asleep with Pansy's picture and Hogwarts class schedule under his face. Ginny shook her head shamelessly.

Curly silver letters formed onto the envelope addressed to 'Ms. Weasley'.

'That's not even formal,' she thought to herself yet again.

She opened the envelope and it said,

'Dear Ms. Weasley,

This is a very unlikely situation I'm in at the moment.

My whereabouts are hidden and wish for you to give the other enclosed letter to my dear wife Narcissa. I have seen the both of you... commuting words with each other so I presume you are quite acquainted.

The reason for why I have sent this to you is because I do not wish for my dear son, Draco to go so far as to worry his mother.

And as for myself, I do not wish to expose myself anytime soon.

Good day to you.

Lucius Malfoy.'

"What..the..fuck?" Ginny muttered softly.

She quickly scribbled a note to Draco explaining what just had happened.

"This is bad," she squealed.

"Huh?" Seamus muttered, droopy eyes trying to open wide for Ginny to think he's awake.

"Go back to sleep you lug," she said.

With that Seamus gave a loud snore.

Draco opened the window in his study. He sat alone engulfed in books. Dahlia was gone. Ginny didn't have the night duty this night so she quickly put on her heavy traveling cloak and in the thick rain waited for Draco in Knockturn Alley. The likely place. Draco arrived not a moment too soon and led Ginny into a dark and damp pub.

They sat around and drank a small glass of Firewhiskey to heat up.

"What happened?" he asked.

Ginny still felt a bit strange talking to Draco. He felt the same way too. But this involved his father. And this should matter to the both of them.

"I got this from your father," she spoke up, her teeth chattering from the cold. She held up the black envelope and gave it to Draco. He read it over.

"This is... strange. Too plain and confusing. Why would my father send you this? Did it arrive with an owl?" he asked.

"No. It shimmered into my office onto my desk. And this was on top of my files," she held up the beautiful quill.

"It has an intricate feather and symbols on it," he said looking at it from every angle. He took it from Ginny and examined it up close.

"Looks like something I saw in France not too long ago. I was going to buy it for my mother, she enjoys writing poetry, but I had some meeting to go to."

They sat there in silence finishing their drinks. Ginny was beginning to feel a little woozy. She had drank 3 cups of Firewhiskey. Draco had drank four.

"So," Ginny drawled.

"Are the girls going to be home?" he asked.

"Not that I'm aware. I think they're going to stay with my mother for the night. Or is it your mother? I don't know. I can't remember."

"Your cheeks are flushed. Not use to drinking, are you?"

"What makes you think that?" Ginny asked setting her glass down slowly thinking it might fall off from the "moving table".

"You look like you're about ready to fall asleep," he chuckled.

"Am .. Not," she said squinting at Draco.

"Right," he laughed.

"Shall we go? It seems as if the rain isn't going to stop so we might as well go," he said standing up carefully. "Are you ok to Apparate?"

"No... no. No not really," she said holding her head.

"Hold onto my waist, won't you?" he said pulling her close. The smell of sweet perfume filled his nose along with green apple.

"Harry?" Natasha spoke up poking her head from under a pile of sheets.

"Yes," Harry muttered trying to calm his breathing.

"That was... unbelievable," she said giggling.

"And you're beautiful," he said moving his hand from where it was.

Natasha gave him a mischievous smile and hid from under the blankets. Just then there was a knock at the door outside his bedroom.

"Harry, oi mate. Are you in there?" called out a male's voice.

"Fucking shit. Hold on love," he whispered in Natasha's ear. She smiled.

Harry got up pulling up a pair of pajama pants, turned around and smiled at Natasha who hid under the blankets. He walked over to the door and was greeted by a flustered looking Ron. He carefully closed the door behind him. Ron stood on his tippy toes to see what Harry was hiding.

"Who's in there with you, ey mate?" he asked smiling from ear to ear.

"Someone. What are you doing here?" Harry asked a bit annoyed.

Ron flailed his arms about and groaned. He leaned against the wall and slouched down on the hallway.

"Hermione picked a fight with me over Samantha. She wanted me to watch the baby so she could go to my mum's to pick up a few remedies because Samantha is sick. She wouldn't let me go. She got rowdy with me and locked me out of the house taking my wand as well. She closed the fireplace for the night and... I was wondering if I could stay here?" he said in one short breath.

"Umm.. Sure uh.. You can stay in the spare bedroom down the hall. Bathroom is right here and well, you know your way around. Sorry to be a bad host but..," Harry pointed to the door, "I have things to do."

Ron grinned.

"Have fun. Don't tire yourself out. You have Auror's Training tomorrow morning with Burton. Bright and early."

"Yeah, I know. If I'm not up by 5, wake me up," Harry said walking over to his bedroom. "'Night mate."

"Goodnight," Ron said walking lazily over to spare bedroom.

"Oh by the way, you better solve this deal with Hermione. You know she won't speak to you like she did in our third year over Scabbers and Crookshanks."

Ron nodded.

Harry walked back into his bedroom. Natasha was sitting up holding a satin white sheet over her breasts and the rest of her front.

Harry kneeled on the bed and crawled over to her. He held the back of her head with one hand and peeled the satin sheet away from her body. He pushed her slowly and carefully down on the bed and pulled Natasha up on top of him. He grabbed her thighs and Natasha eased herself on his shaft. Harry uttered a moan trying to contain himself from screaming out her name. Natasha tried to do the same. He gripped onto her tightly and her ministrations became faster and violent. He rigid breaths became shorter and became gasps. Harry couldn't believe how turned on this woman was. He turned her over and took her from behind.

Harry. The Boy Wonder. The carefree, gentle man was beginning to feel the lustful pleasures inside of him ready to burst and let the animalistic side of him take over. Which it did. And this is how it began.

Ginny and Draco arrived at her flat. It was dark and quiet. Warm at least. Ginny muttered Lumos and staggered her way to her bedroom. Draco followed suit. She held herself against the doorframe of her bedroom and looked up at Draco. He licked his lips and carefully touched her cheek with one finger. He traced her lips and gently leaned down to kiss her. He started out softly and as the seconds passed by they became hungry for each other. Maybe it was the Firewhiskey taking effect.

He held the back of her head with one hand (just like Harry did to Natasha) and pushed her cloak aside to reveal a nub, her nipple of course, trying to escape from the pressure of Ginny's clothing. He unbuttoned her black coat and the black silk blouse underneath it. He caressed her right breast having Ginny moan in his mouth.

Ginny fumbled at the belt holding up Draco's trousers and unbuttoned them as well. Spreading his legs so his trousers wouldn't fall off he pressed himself against Ginny and pushed her inside the room kicking the door closed behind them with his foot. He held the waist band of his black trousers and fell atop of Ginny on her four poster bed, which she had just received not long ago. The black silk sheets under them along with the black curtains hanging up from the bed soon became oblivious to Ginny. She crawled back kicking her shoes off of her feet as well as Draco and having to perform a quick drying spell on them so Ginny's bed wouldn't be ruined.

Draco stood up and took off his cloak and shirt as well as his socks. He tugged on Ginny's dressy trousers and jacket as well as her blouse. The black mesh bra and black mesh thong Ginny wore made Draco's shaft a lot more hard than it already was. He crawled back to Ginny only in his boxers. A half naked Ginny with beautiful auburn hair lay underneath him, a bit drunk too. He rubbed her nipples as well as her private. Not wanting to come on himself he took off his boxers and Ginny's thong. He unhooked her bra unleashing the perfectly shaped breasts and sucked on her nipple. He pushed himself inside her feeling her warmth once again after four, almost five long years.

He pushed himself deeper inside having a loud moan emerge from his delicate Ginny. He didn't want to hurt her but he desperately wanted her at the moment. It was the Firewhiskey taking effect more strongly.

In and out he worked himself inside of her. Ginny's moans driving him over the edge. His groan of frustration turned into a moan of pleasure as he felt Ginny touch her clit.

He rewarded her with a savage kiss for what she was doing with herself. She dug her fingernails against his back creating trail marks down his perfectly shaped back from the feeling building up inside her abdomen. The sensation inside her driving her mad ready to explode on the man atop of her. Draco thrust harder taunting her along the way exploding inside of his precious Ginny and Ginny not a second later coming as well.

Ginny woke up the next morning sore from head to toe. Draco was gone.

Draco lay on his bed wishing he had stayed with Ginny. But no, he just couldn't. He left herthere not forgetting to place a charm on her so she wouldn't be pregnant. Thank goodness for magic.

He pushed his blankets away and walked to the bathroom.

Harry brushed his teeth slowly, smiling from ear to ear, not forgetting the sensual day and night he had with his lover.

sorry it took me soo long to post up. but here it is. i finally got my charger fixed... which surprisingly enough to a looong time to fix. in the mean time, i'm working on chapter 16. i hope you guys like this chapter. sorry once again.