This is it: the shortest and possibly final chapter! Disclaimer: It's not mine, it's hers.
Mr Malfoy
In the end, they were both right: Harry did take the news badly, but it didn't 'ruin him', as Ginny had feared. When he finally raised his head from his hands, the first thing he said was, "Why'd you have to bring him, Gin?"
Ginny looked over at Draco before answering. They had decided to tell Harry everything, including who Hermione was obsessed with, because she might give it away later anyway.
"Because he's involved. And because I wasn't sure you'd believe just me."
Harry was too intelligent to deny the intelligence of her reasoning. It had taken a confirmation floo from Ron, with his story, to even convince him. Ginny didn't blame him: she had spent the time after her initial discovery in a mild state of shock. It had taken a final meeting with Hermione, and the mention of Draco, to convince her of the insanity of the other woman.
"Well, get him out of here. This is a family affair now."
Ginny exchanged glances with Draco, or rather, bounced her glance off his impassive gaze.
"Okay," She said. "I'll be back in a moment. And Ron's on his way; he's going to get Hermione from the office."
Out on the lawn, she started to apologize for Harry's rudeness. "It's just this is such a shock. I mean-"
"Yes, you explained all that last night."
"Okay." She stood and watched him take out his wand, prepare for apparition.
"Draco, I should thank you. For everything; for not going to trial, for coming today, for being so sensible last night. I want to give you this case free of charge."
Again, she had said the wrong thing somehow.
"No. I'll pay you your wages, like we agreed." She stared into his uncommunicative face, trying to solve him. And failing.
"Go and look after Potter," he said. "He'll be fine."
Except...
"Draco," she said, in a surge of realization. "We all look after Harry. All of us, who went through the war with him. Not just me. Ron. Dean. Everyone. We all take care of him together, as best we can. Not just me."
If he had not been so controlled, he would have smiled. But his presence, that could fill her office and leave it empty when he left, let off a subtle wave of relief. All he said was: "oh."
There was a pop from the house, and enraged shrieks filled the air. Ron had arrived with Hermione, and apparently he'd been filling her in.
"I should go," she said.
"Yes."
He watched her all the way back to the house.
Fin
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I'm trying to decide whether to leave it there or continue; I feel it could go either way. Anyhow: review!
