Merci beaucoup!
WARNING: Sexual situations. But you can skip over them.
Previously in Chapter Fourteen
"Jeanie I-I have something I want to tell you." He swallowed convulsively. She looked at him with quizzical eyes. "Jeanie I-" Jeanie cut him off with tears welling in her eyes.
"You don't have to tell me. I know." Yet if she knew what he was about to tell her why was she crying? He brushed away her tears.
"What're you talking about? I don't think you know what I'm about to tell you. I've never told anyone this yet." She shook her head and pulled away.
"I'm not going to leave you. We can work it out. We can talk about it. But… I want to know why?" He looked at her with confusion. She wasn't going to leave him? What was she talking about?
"I don't know what you're talking about love. We can talk about that later. Jeanie I… I love you. What I want to know is…" he didn't know how to ask. He looked at her nervously and grabbed her hand. He grabbed the box and opened it. He slipped the ring on her finger and stared into her golden eyes.
"Will you marry me?"
Will you marry me? Marry me, marry me… the word itself was imprinted on her mind. She sat at her desk with her head in her hands. Last night… last night had been wonderful, she admitted to herself. For the exception of seeing Harry, that is. After Draco asked her to marry him, she answered before she had time to think about it. She never really expected Draco to ask her to marry him. She sighed. It shouldn't be this way, she thought to herself. I shouldn't second-guess my answer to him. She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure she really wanted to marry Draco, especially since the baby wasn't even his. She let the tears gently fall on her desk.
Again her thoughts strayed to last night.
For a moment Jeanie seemed paralyzed. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. Had he asked her to marry him? He as smiling, but he looked a little worried. Before she had time to register anything, she had already given him an answer.
"Yes," she whispered. She had said yes, but her heart was screaming no. She was confused. He smiled and brought his head down to meet her lips. They made love again.
Afterwards they lay together breathing heavily, as Draco ran his fingers through her hair. He took a deep breath and she felt his chest as he inhaled. She turned to look at him.
"What were you doing?" she asked quizzically.
"Smelling you. Your hair smells like strawberries, I love it," he said smiling. She gave him a shaky smile, feeling uncertain. She said yes, but that would mean that they would be committed to each other. And he would eventually find out about the child, unless she changed her mind now. How would Harry react when he learned that she was engaged to Draco? Not well, she summarized. Not well at all.
Draco watched as Jeanie lay facing him, with her brows drawn. She really was pretty, he thought. But somehow Draco had the impression that she wasn't happy with him anymore. She told him she loved him, she'd said yes to his proposal, but did that mean anything? Not really. People said and did things all the time. Draco placed his hand on her arm and ran his hand down it. She jumped and smiled at him.
"What're you thinking about?" he asked quietly.
"Nothing, just how lucky I am to have you. And the-the child," she added hesitantly. He nodded.
"I've thought about the baby too. You're really going to start showing in the next month, you know that right?" he asked softly. He had her hand in his and he was looking at her slim fingers. Silently she screamed to him that she was a liar. That she was a horrible person and she deserved to be Avada Kedavraed. That she didn't love him as he thought anymore. Her heart belonged to someone else. Someone he didn't like.
"I know. I've thought about that. I suppose it's time to go maternity shopping," she said, laughing. He chuckled and slid his arms around her.
"I've got work tomorrow, I suppose we should get a nights sleep," he said reaching over her and turning out the light. She nodded. "Good night, love," he said and kissed her shoulder.
That night Jeanie lay in bed thinking about the day she had had. She thought about her and Harry and then Draco. She turned her head to look at him and the way the moonlight played over his skin he looked like an angel. Ginny must've done this every night. Just lying in bed watching Draco sleep, she mused. She felt tears prick her eyes. She was a lucky woman, Ginny was. Before she turned over she lightly kissed his forehead and murmured, "I'm sorry."
That night, Jeanie silently cried herself to sleep.
A knock on the door startled her back to the present time. Quickly she brushed the tears off her face. She stood up to open it. She was shocked to see Ron Weasley standing at the door. For a moment his eyes widen and he looked shocked beyond belief.
"Er… Jeanie Birming?" he asked, taking in every detail of her. He let his eyes roam over her body.
"Yes. Can I help you? If you're looking for Dr-" she was cut off by Ron.
"No I'm not looking for Draco. I'm looking for you, can I come in please?" She nodded and stepped back. When he was in the room she shut the door; not knowing Draco had seen Ron.
She turned around to find Ron staring at her. She blushed and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She walked over to her desk, knowing he was following every move. She busied herself, trying to ignore his staring. Finally she stopped and looked at him, anger in her eyes.
"If you need something, why don't you have a seat and quit staring at me. It's very impolite," she said crossly. He shrugged and flopped down into the chair. She sat down behind her desk across from him. "Why are you here?"
"Why am I here? I think to know why," he said softly. At this comment and the tone of his voice, she titled her head to the side, wearing a look of confusion.
"I have no idea why you're here, Mr. Weasley. If I knew why I wouldn't have bothered to ask," she said. He sighed and leaned forward in his seat.
"There are two reasons why I'm here. One, being Harry. Let's start with that one. He told me everything," he said looking at her. "You've really hurt him. He believed that you loved him—"
"I never told him I loved him. I told him I loved Draco. Harry and I were a mistake. I understand that I hurt him, but I can't say I love him when I don't," she said quickly. Ron raised an eyebrow.
"I think you do love him, but you're afraid to admit it. Why? Why are you afraid of admitting that you love someone?" She sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"I love Draco," she said showing him her left hand. He looked down at it then a look of confusion came over his face. He opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it. "He asked me last night."
"Ah..." For a few minutes they sat in silence. Suddenly she felt everything come forward and she couldn't stop it.
"I do love him! I just couldn't tell him because I'm afraid he'll hurt me. I don't want to get hurt anymore. It's better to push him away and stay with Draco. The baby—" she caught herself in time. She had tears running down her face. Ron stood up and knelt beside her chair. He turned her towards him.
"Jenny… it's ok. I know, shush I know," he said hugging her against him. At hearing her name she burst into tears again.
"How'd you know it was me?" she asked crying. He pulled back and brushed the tears off her face.
"You look just like her you know," he said softly. She laughed a little. "It's true. When I saw you standing there with that looked on your face when you opened the door, all of my suspicions were confirmed. There are many things different, but many things are the same."
"I know. I noticed at the Ministry ball," she said smiling.
"Why didn't you come back though? Why didn't you tell us?" She sighed and pulled away.
"I wanted to, honestly. But I was so afraid! I just couldn't face anyone after everything. I've been here since I was 17. I wanted so much to see you, but I just didn't know. I didn't know what any of you would think of Patrick and I," she said, tears blurring her vision.
"Oh no. We would have welcomed you. God… when everything happened it was kept secret from everyone," he paused for a moment. "Even Harry." He looked at her and continued. "We kept it a secret just in case word got to the Death Eaters. Mum will be so happy," he said. At the mention of Mrs. Weasley she shook her head and stood up.
"No. I can't see them," she said shaking her head.
"Why not?" he asked confused. "They'll want to see you, all of them!"
"I don't want to see Ginny," she said softly. At this he understood. He sighed and turned her around.
"I understand that. But… I don't think she's realized that you're Jennifer Weasley yet. She'll be so happy to see you. I know that you probably resent her, but… she's you family Jen. You can't throw it away," he said forcefully. She looked into his eyes and he seemed to be pleading with her.
"If I go I don't want anyone else there. Just the family. Not Harry and Draco will not be coming either." She sighed. She never wanted them to find out.
"Well… don't you think that Draco should know. Considering that you're getting married now?" She shook her head.
"No. I want to tell him myself. Besides, we need to talk," she said. He nodded. "When?"
"How about tonight at seven. Just tell Draco that you have to go shopping for something. Some people are having a birthday I dunno," he said with a small smile. "Just Floo there. It's called The Burrow." She looked at him, worry etched all over her face. "It'll be fine, I promise." He planted a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll see you tonight," she said quietly. He nodded and she followed him to the door. She opened it and they stood there for a moment. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. He pulled back.
"You look just like your father. Just like Ginny," he said smiling. She laughed a little and she nodded. "Bye," he said and then he apparated. She stood there for a moment with a worried look on her face then she looked up to see Draco coming towards her. Maybe he hadn't seen Ron. She smiled and reached for his hand. He gave her a small smile.
"Fancy seeing you here," she said in a flirting voice, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side with a flirty smile. He laughed and smiled at her.
"Yeah. I wonder why," he said. She rolled her eyes. He looked down at her hand and he felt his stomach jump. "What-uh... what was Ron Weasley doing here?" He had seen him. She looked away for a moment. Her mind was trying to find an excuse.
"No reason," she lied. His brow creased. Why was she lying to him? He had been there for over a half and hour.
"Some reason. He was there for an awfully long time. I mean, what were you doing with him?" She stepped back and looked at him. Her eyes snapping with anger.
"You think I'm sleeping with him?" Did he? He didn't really know what to think. Before he cold answer she had walked back into her office and was intending in shutting the door in face, but he caught it. He pushed it open and shut it behind him, locking the door.
"I honestly don't know what to think. When a man is in a room with my fiancée for over a half and hour what else am I to think?" She felt like he had taken her heart and thrown it across the room and had a hippogriff step on it. She whirled around and gave a laugh of disbelief.
"I can't believe you! You asked me to marry you last night and then you accuse me of sleeping with Ron Weasley? You, of all people, should not talk about sleeping around," she said angrily, not realising what she had said. He stepped back at her last sentence. Did she know? He thought about the night before.
"Jeanie I-I have something I want to tell you." He swallowed convulsively. She looked at him with quizzical eyes. "Jeanie I-" Jeanie cut him off with tears welling in her eyes.
"You don't have to tell me. I know." Yet if she knew what he was about to tell her why was she crying? He brushed away her tears.
"What're you talking about? I don't think you know what I'm about to tell you. I've never told anyone this yet." She shook her head and pulled away.
"I'm not going to leave you. We can work it out. We can talk about it. But… I want to know why?" He looked at her with confusion. She wasn't going to leave him? What was she talking about?
He snapped out of his revere. He felt his throat close up and felt himself break out into a sweat. She knew. She knew about Ginny and him. His breathing sped up and he stared at her. She looked like she was confused by his behavior. Then she realized what she said. Slowly she closed her eyes and placed her hands on her desk, her head bowed.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" he asked quietly. She sighed and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Slowly, they started to fall. Soon she was sobbing and she collapsed in the chair with her head on her forearms. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't want to touch her either. He couldn't believe she knew. "How'd you find out?" She looked up at him and the look in her eyes killed him. She looked so hurt.
"I found out yesterday," she paused for a moment. "Harry told me." Harry? Draco took a step forward. "He came by the house to talk. I got angry with him. He told me you had been sleeping with her, for awhile. I didn't want to believe him, but then everything added up. I knew you had. If she was awake and she loved you, you were going to take your chance," she said shakily.
"Jeanie I-I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I am. I haven't changed. I'm still the same Draco Malfoy. But what was Harry doing there?" He felt angry and upset all at once. Angry that Harry had been at the their house with her, alone, and upset that she knew.
"You have changed. I can't say that I can forgive you, but I know you've changed. As for Harry being there, it doesn't matter." She looked at him and he came closer.
"It matters to me," he said defiantly. She held back the tears as she looked at him.
"I'm as guilty as you," she whispered. He looked confused. "I shouldn't be angry with you for sleeping with Ginny. You love her. You don't love me. Don't say anything, let me finish. Draco… when I found out that you were in love with Ginny and that you didn't care for me I was so hurt. So I went to Harry. He's been a great friend since I was seventeen. Since I moved here. But… we ended up sleeping together. It was a mistake. But that wasn't the only time. I've slept with him at least three or four other times. I know you're angry but I had to tell you. I never meant to sleep with him, but it happened. And… I don't know," she finished in barely a whisper. He was stunned. So she had slept with him.
"I don't know what to say. I mean… I'm upset yes, but I can't imagine what you must've felt like. I do love you. I really do. Why else would I have asked you to marry me?" She sighed.
"For the baby. You feel like you have to marry me," she said. He swallowed convulsively. She had hit home. He did want to marry her though. "Think about it. All of a sudden you want to get married. Not once have you ever said, "Jeanie I love you." It's because you don't."
"Are you saying that you don't want to get married? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" He was getting desperate. He didn't want her to leave. He cared about her. She shook her head.
"No, that's not what I'm saying. I do want to marry you. I just- I don't know! I mean you have hurt me so much. Should I really take the chance? Draco… it-it's not that easy. I can't just forgive you for what you've done. I wasn't carrying on an affair with Harry. We just slept together a few times, not like you and Ginny. Do you think I should go ahead and marry you?" She shook her head and sat down. She didn't know how to say it without him… she didn't know. She couldn't tell him she loved Harry. She couldn't. That would break his heart. But if he figured out about the child, that was an entirely different story. He believed it was his. She couldn't do that to him.
"Do you love me? Is this what all of this shit is about? That you don't love me, you love Potter instead?" he said angrily. He knew he shouldn't care, but when you're having a baby with someone you want to have them also. "Tell me now," he ground out. She lowered her lashes and Draco's stomach clenched. She didn't. She stood up and reached a hand out to him, but he stepped back.
"You have to listen to me. I do want to marry you. But I- we really shouldn't have this conversation here. Please, I've had enough emotional experiences for one day. Let's talk about this at home," she touched his hand, lightly and he slid his fingers through hers. Somehow, she could make him angry, hurt, and then understanding all at once. He wanted to get it all of now, but he did understand. If they were going to scream, yell and cry that should be at home.
"Emotional experiences? What happened with Ron?" She looked pleadingly at him.
"At home," she whispered. She kissed him on the mouth. It was a soft, wet kiss. He slid his arms around her; feeling like this might be the last time he ever kissed her.
Before they left they told their bosses that they had to go home. That they weren't feeling well. Jeanie was the first to arrive home. She sat on the couch leaning forwards with her face in her hands. She felt like she couldn't do this. She had lied to him since they started dating. She heard his "pop!" of arrival and felt all of her freeze. She sat back and stared at him. He was standing in front of the kitchen, the dim light glowing around him. Neither knew what to say. He slowly walked forwards until he was by the armchair that she had occupied so many times. She wiped the tears from her face and ran a hand through her hair. He gave a long sigh and sat on the couch by her. Both staring at the fire, neither touching, just thinking of the minutes ahead. He spoke first.
"You don't know what I did when Ginny went into her coma. I wanted to change after. I didn't want to be the bastard anymore. But when she woke up I knew that things would be different. She didn't remember me. She hated me. She thought I was a Death Eater. But then she came to me. I tried to resist, honestly. I tried because of you, but I was in love with her. When I was with her, I slept around. All the time. I was never faithful to her. Only in the first few months of our marriage. But when that car hit her, everything changed for me. I knew that I didn't want to lose her. It was a horrible experience. I never intended on hurting you too. I ended it with Ginny and then I proposed to you. I do love her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not what you thought I was," he said. While he said this, she listened intently. They were, still, staring into the fire.
"I know you're in love with her. I don't blame you. She's beautiful, she's smart and she's amazing. I understand. The funny thing is I don't have any questions. I know I should but I don't. None. I suppose it's my turn. When I first slept with Harry it was an accident. Wait- I-I need to tell you everything," she whispered. At this, Draco turned to look at her. She was staring into the fire and suddenly she looked frozen. Her eyes were wide. She turned to him and closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them and stared at him.
"When I was eight my family was murdered. The only ones who are left, of the immediate family, is Patrick and I. He's 34. He's Percy Weasley's age. I've tried to get over it and I can't forget what happened to them, because I had to watch it. I had to watch them die. My parents were not American's. I am. My parents weren't. They worked for the Order of the Phoenix. They were Aurors. The American order, The Command of the Eagle, took them in. They were helping to find out all they could about the American Death Eaters. But… the Death Eaters found out about it. There are six children in the family. Me being the youngest.
"When I found out who ordered the Death Eaters to kill my parents I vowed to hunt him down. I never did though. Instead I fell for his son. You, Draco. Your father ordered the attack on my family. I changed my name after Patrick didn't. He didn't need to. He was put into St. Mungos when we moved here. I didn't want your father knowing Patrick or I was here. I was afraid. Then I got a job at the Ministry. I never worked with Arthur Weasley like you told your father. I lied to you. The parents that adopted me are wizards. Not powerful ones, but magical nonetheless.
"My name isn't Jeanie Birming. It's something completely different, Draco. I'm sorry I've lied to you about this. But I had to. For my own protection. I was so nervous when I met your father. I was sure he would recognize me. I didn't know if he was still the evil man who murdered my parents. You have to believe me! I didn't want to lie to you, but I had too." When she finished Draco was stunned. He didn't know what to say. His father had killed her parents. He opened his mouth a few times, then closed it.
"So everything you've ever told me is a lie?" She shook her head vigorously.
"No the only things were that my name isn't Jeanie Birming and I never work with Mr. Weasley," she said. He nodded. He couldn't blame her. If his dad had done that to him he would have done the same thing. He realized that she had dodged telling him her real name.
"What's your real name then?" She flushed and looked down. She looked up at him and bit her lip.
"My name is Jennifer Sarah Weasley. First cousin to Ginevra Molly Weasley," she said quietly. He sat back with his mouth open. He was shocked; but then again… everything started snapping into place. Her attitude was Ginny's. Her facial expressions were Ron's. Her hair, Weasley red. Her build was Ginny's. She had freckles in almost the same places as Ginny, but hers were a lighter colour. Her eyes were brown like Ginny's. She could pass for Ginny's twin. That was why he had been attracted to her. He was reminded of Ginny.
"Which one of your parents were related to the Weasley's then?"
"Both. My father is Arthur Weasley's brother and my mother is Molly Weasley's sister. I got it on both sides," she looked down at her hands and watched her fingers. Draco continued to stare at her red head. Everything she had told him was still settling. He needed time to get used the fact that her name was Jenny not Jeanie. He was going to be so confused, especially since Ginny's name sounded almost the same.
"Hey," he said and placed his fingers under chin, making her look at him. "I don't blame you. You've been through hell. I would have changed my name too. Then the Weasley's know you're here. Ginny must know that you're her cousin. Right?" She shook her head.
"No. Remember, she's only seen me once and that was at the Christmas Ball. I used a special charm. I looked the same to everyone else, but the Weasley's. Ginny and Ron would see me with brown hair, no freckles and my hair was shorter. It was still in the same hairstyle, but it just wasn't… you know. But obviously Ron figured it out. That's why he was in my office today. He knew. He confronted me." She swallowed hard. "I've never slept with him. I've only slept with two people in my entire life. You and Harry." Draco looked away. He hated hearing that. He hated Harry even more now. He had stolen her from him.
"So-so… only Ron knows? What did you talk about, I mean what exactly was said?" he asked shakily. She bit her lip and her brow creased.
"Well he wants me to come to The Burrow tonight. They are having a family get together tonight and he wants me to come. He said to be there at seven. I agreed to go but-" she couldn't finish the sentence. He knew. He knew she felt horrible, as if she brought on the thing with her family. He tentatively pulled her against him, trying to comfort her. But he couldn't help the thought or how many times had Harry held her like this before and after they had had sex. He closed his eyes tight, trying to shut out the memory.
"Do you want me to go with you tonight?" he breathed onto her hair. She jumped back and shook her head.
"No. I want to do it alone. Having you there would make it worse. I know it sounds horrible, but this is something I have to do. They're my family. It's just going to be so hard," she said quietly.
"Will Potter be there?" At her shaking of her head he relaxed some, but he was still worried. What if it didn't go according to plan? What if Harry did show up? His mind was full of what ifs.
"I told Ron not to have him there. If I'm going to do this then I want to do it when just the family is there. It's a seven," she said. He looked at the clock above the fireplace.
"Which means that you have one hour." She nodded. "I suppose you had better get ready then," he said awkwardly. She looked at her feet and bit her bottom lip. She stood and turned to go up the stairs. "Hey Jeanie? Er… Jenny?" She turned around to look at him. He had one hand on the back of his neck and he had his feet apart. "Bonne chance, mon amour. Vous avez rapporté le bonheur dans ma vie et je t'aime. Vous signifiez le monde à moi. Ne faire pas, s'il vous plaît pas le lancement que tout loin pour Harry. Je veux être avec vous." She cocked her head the side and furrowed her brows. He stepped forward and put a finger over her mouth when she tried to speak. "Même quand j'étais avec Ginny, je toujours ai soigné de vous. Je t'aime Jenny même si je t'aime Ginny. Vous signifiez beaucoup à moi. Je t'aime Jenny Weasley." With that said, he pressed his lips against hers and held her tightly. She pulled back slightly and looked at him and smiled slightly.
"You know I don't speak French. That's not fair to speak to me like that, knowing that I don't speak it," she said. He gave her a weak smile. He looked at her for a moment then turned away. She took the sign and went upstairs to their room.
Draco sat down on the couch and let his head fall into his hands. This was never supposed to happen. Everything had been going so good. Then everything had to come out. Him and Ginny being the first. He couldn't believe that she had slept with Harry. He felt like a knife had been stuck into his heart and had been twisted around. How could she do it? It wasn't fair.
He leaned back and closed his eyes. He thought about everything she had said. He still had so many thoughts. Why hadn't she changed Patrick's name? Why didn't she tell him in the beginning? Why, why, why? But he couldn't blame her. But he couldn't help but think that maybe she had lied to him about other things. Like what? Her weight? He scoffed. Everything else was true. She was twenty-three, she was American and so forth and so on.
He had never realized that she had looked so much like the Weasley's until today. Yes, she was shorter than most of them, but nonetheless she looked just like them. He heard the stairs creak and quickly looked at them. She was standing there in a pair of jeans with a sweater. Her hair was down and she was wearing very little make up. She still took his breath away.
"I guess I should get going," she murmured quietly. Her accent was less pronounced then it usually was. Maybe she had faked her heavy accent too. That was reasonable.
"S'pose so," he whispered quietly. She walked past him into the kitchen and he followed her. She opened the door to the fridge and pulled out a drink she looked at him and he shook his head. "No, I've had enough Firewhisky to last me three life times." She gave a short laugh. "Should you really be drinking that stuff? I mean you are pregnant." Her glass was a centimeter from her lips when she froze. She shook herself and took a little sip.
"Only a little of it won't kill the baby," she said with a small smile. He furrowed his brows at her and placed his hands on his hips.
"Well missy, no more alcohol for you. Even if it will do no harm," he said playfully and took her glass away. She laughed and then they both sobered up. He stood in front of her and he could feel the heat of her body. The glass slipped out of his fingers and landed on the floor, but neither of them noticed.
He leaned down and caught her lips in a searing kiss. He slid his shaking hands into the waistband of her jeans and she moaned. His tongue roamed through her mouth leisurely. He felt her small hand smooth down the front of his shirt and down the front of his body. He moaned into her mouth when she touched his erection. He pulled her to him and placed both of his hands on her back and turned her so she was against the counter. He pulled away from her mouth to place his mouth on her neck. She turned giving him better access.
"Oh Jeanie," he moaned as she pressed her body against him. He slid his hand down her back and grasped the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. She tugged his shirt out of his trousers and together they stumbled into the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled her onto him. He pulled away to look at her and she looked like an angel from heaven. She slid her hands around to her back and undid her bra. It fell and he tossed it over the couch. He pulled her lips to his and gently massaged her breasts. He slipped off his jacket and tugged off his shirt. She undid his pants and freed his erection. He groaned and closed his eyes when she touched him with her cold fingers. Quickly she stood up and shed the rest of her clothes.
She slid back down onto him and held her hips in place while they made love on the couch. He pulled her tightly to him and held her. He had flashes of her and Harry doing this while he was gone and he tried to shake them from his mind. She moaned and she lifted herself up and down over him. He stared as she threw her head back and gasped. He knew she was going to be a little late, but he didn't care. He'd do anything to get Harry out of her mind.
He leaned forwards and caught her rosy nipple in his mouth and sucked lightly. He felt her clench around him and he pushed deeper into her. She slid her hands into his hair and looked down at him. He eyes fluttered closed when his finger sought her wetness and he stroked her as his erection slid in and out of her. She gasped and her breathing became choppy.
Both of their breathing was suspended for a few breath taking moments while they came. He felt a name bubbling from his lips and he could barely stop it. Jenny bit her lip and her eyes widened. She moaned and buried her face in his shoulder.
"That was amazing," she said quietly. "I have to leave now or I'm going to be late, though." He chuckled. She pulled back to look at him and he kissed her. She slid off of him and gathered up her clothes. She slid into her knickers and jeans then picked up her bra and put it back on, all the while watching Draco struggle with his trousers. She walked into the kitchen to get her sweater and when she came back out she found him putting on his shirt.
"I better go. I'm going to Floo there," she said as she grabbed her wand. He nodded and watched as she walked over to the fire and grabbed some powder and looked back at him. She opened her mouth to speak but he shook his head.
"Go. And good luck." She nodded and threw in the powder and stepped in shouting, "THE Burrow!" Draco watched as the green flames engulfed her.
A/N: I am so sorry about the time. And about the cliffhanger. Lol. I am going to try and get chapter 16 up sooner. But I have to ask, did you enjoy the chapter? Ignore the French, all her basically says is that he lovesh er even though everything has happened and that the does love Ginny . He also says that he doesn't want her to throw away the relationship between them for Harry. Hm… I wonder what will happen?
Thanks for all of the reviews and I love writing. ;) Until next time.