A/N:I'm happy with it, im sad to say. I was listening to jock music while writing this first part so it's really sorta upbeat and happy. Haha enjoy it lol.
Chapter 6
Ginevra, I didn't know you would be here. I'm not so good at writing letters. But when you called the name Weasley I felt as if my heart would die. Six years ago it wouldn't have mattered if you loved me or not because I was different then, before that bloody war. But the longer you never came back the deeper the need for you grew. You're smile and need of a hug. I felt so reassured knowing that someone needed me. While you were gone the Daily Prophet announced me as 'gay' at one point because I hadn't been spotted with a girl for some time. But I expect you already know that since apparently you've got a subscription to that crummy paper. I got drunk that first night. I found you but you didn't want anything to do with me, or anything involving the words wizard, witch, or magic. Point is I can't leave until we've both come to an understanding. I want to know how you have been, because I think I like you Ginevra . And I really think you should come back to Britain.
D.M.
(A/N: ack mushy.)
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When Ginny had read the letter she had thrown it away. Today she was cussing cause she couldn't find it and she's been going through all her garbage bins looking for that stupid piece of parchment. She wanted to read it again to examine his writing, maybe there was a hint of love for her, there had to be. Her heart was pounding she couldn't take it anymore.
"Arrgh! You're a bloody piece of parchment where could you have gone!" She yelled furiously to an empty apartment..
It was Saturday and She didn't work weekends. She couldn't very well show up at work just to see Malfoy, Danielle would get jealous. Ginny snickered, Danielle would get jealous, and who would have thought that 'Weasley' could do such a thing. That almost tempted her enough to go, just to see her face. But arrgh the reminding of work was not something she wished to do, not today.
Instead she made herself a cup of coffee and pulled a large trunk out of the depths of her closet. 'This is ridiculous, yesterday was enough and I might as well get it all over with. Maybe then they'll finally go away. Wishful thinking. Wishful thinking.' She groaned. The trunk was heavier than she thought.
It took a good ten minutes to drag the heavy piece of metal from her bedroom to the living room. As she neared her couch she began to lift it to ease her work a bit. She glanced towards her goal and back but something wasn't right. After returning her gaze to the difficult trunk she thought she saw a flash of green. 'This can't be happening,' She whined. Doing a double take, her suspicions were right and she fell in surprise bringing the trunk down with a loud thud.
She was expecting to hit the floor in any second now but instead she fell directly into a pair of strong arms. So soft and warm. Bugger, it was him..She tried to get up from his grasp but he wasn't letting go. She tried tugging but he didn't seem to be paying much attention. "Malfoy I'd really love it if you..." Ginny began but was interrupted when there was a knock at her door.
"You'd love it if I what Weasley? Please finish that little statement." He smirked.
"Just let go of my arm!"Ginny said furiously.
Yanking her arm free, Ginny headed towards the door. Opening it she was greeted with the flushed face of Adèle. Adèle is a friend a friend who reminded her of Luna, just without all the crazy creatures. In any need she's always there for Ginny. They do share great times otherwise. The girl was always a beauty with her soft brown hair. Her hazel eyes searched Ginny's. The girls were roughly the same age however Adèle is a muggle and Ginny is undutifully anything but. "Ginny there was a loud thump up here. You are not the one to make such a loud thump and I was worried. Oh forget it I'm just being paranoid again. Sorry Ginny." The girl rushed.
"Don't be sorry honestly. I was just moving a trunk from my closet when I came upon a slight surprise, that's all. You had every right to be worried." Ginny laughed at Adèle's uneasiness. She was a very curious one, She also lived directly underneath of Ginny so anything unusual she was the first to know.
"Trunk? You moving? Well I guess all those sour relationships would leave me no choice but to leave as well..." She trailed off when her eyes drifted to behind Ginevra. "Oh my. Dear Gods Ginny, has one of the jerks actually convinced you to move in with him? You certainly are desperate."
Ginny groaned and turned around. Malfoy was smiling smugly while comfortably leaning on her hallway wall watching this whole encounter. He looked at Ginny to the girl and back to Ginny. "Weasley wouldn't move in with me even if there was a mansion invovled. Much less come to Britain. She takes a certain disliking to me." As he so kindly put it.
"Oh. Well I should go and um leave you two with your issues." She gave a small wave farewell and took off..
Ginny gently pushed the door closed. And glared in Malfoy's direction. "What do you want?" She whined. Then she remembered the article, it was just the start. The papers found Malfoy and now they've found her.
"Make amends. I wrote that. Also you left your necklace behind." He pulled a silver chain from his pocket.
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He didn't mention the Daily Prophet however. She'll find out anyway. He had actually come over to talk about the article that took the front page. It was a picture of the two of them on his first day in LA. It was taken just as he had put his arm around her when they walked so silently to the park. He had been beginning to wonder why he hadn't been mentioned in awile.
Draco followed her into the kitchen and glanced down at the table. On it, lay a neatly designed invitation. He picked it up and managed to read 'You are invited to the wedding of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger...' before she snatched it away. So she was invited.
"Make amends? Ha! You're just here about that stupid article." She scoffed. She knew? "And I lost your letter as well as intended on not seeing that wretched piece of jewellery again." She placed her coffee mug in the sink and left for the living room again. Draco Malfoy trailing casually behind.
"Mind if I stick around while you go through your trunk?" He asked trying to avoid a fight. She looked up at him.
"I don't even think I have a choice." She fiddled with the lock that clasped all that magic shut.
"You going to the wedding?" He knew she'll say no but he had this new idea that it's the perfect opportunity to help her come back to England. She had been gone long enough. And really, this world was not meant to be her life. "Because face it or not, you're a witch not a muggle and it could be so much better than this." He explained before she could answer.
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"I don't think it's very polite to appear in my apartment and then coax me back...home." The last part she whispered. Truthfully the article and all that's happened lately is opening a new door. She's curious and might even end up attending the uniting of her brother and her old friend.
Gently she lifted her wand and held it in her hand the magic pulsing through it. Carefully she dropped it on the table. Then proceeded togo through all her bookssmiling at the memories. At last she came to a small photograph that had been thrown carelessly to the bottom. She picked it up solemnly and glanced at the couple. It was her and Harry together at the station the day she left. She felt tears well up in her eyes and saw that Malfoy had lifted his gaze from one of her old textbooks from seventh year.
"If I had known he would die..." She croaked.
"He wouldn't have. No one wanted him to die. Victory has its price." He said taking a seat beside her. She didn't seem bothered.
"It does. I was happy here alone, but sooner or later it was all going to come back. I forgot how much I had enjoyed it." She gave a half smile.
"This your journal?" He asked smiling as he picked up a red covered notebook.
"Malfoy!" She shrieked laughing, reaching for the book.
He jumped away from her grasp and began reading the first page out loud, "July 17th, Hey Diary ack that's horrible how about, Hey. That's better, no name. So I met Malfoy today. Usually I'd be bawling my eyes out over Ron or something now but I actually feel like using this. I hope I can trust you, I did make sure you were a muggle object first because of..uh... the unfortunate event of my first year..." He stopped reading. " I actually compelled you to write a journal? Gosh Weasley, I'm touched." He sighed dramatically.
She took this opportunity to snatch her journal from his hands. "Aha!" She exclaimed. This was one thing she didn't want him to read. This whole diary was from those two months and he was mentioned in probably every entry. It helped her temporarily forget her very ignorant family.
Just as Ginny was taking in the fact that she was enjoying Malfoy's company another person appeared into her living room.'What is so inviting that my living room is so popular?' she rolled her eyes. This time it wasn't a measly surprise to her though.It was deathly shock. She practically slapped Malfoy's cheek with her journal as she fell to the floor, her mouth forming an 'Oh' as she layed there. She seemed to be falling quite often lately.
There, standing inher living room,stood Ronald Weasley. Daily Prophet in hand. Malfoy groaned and Ginny lay, wide eyed and facing the ceiling, on the floor, in complete and utter shock.
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this calls for a review.
Lorina