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Chapter Two: Nice house. Manor… er… castle?.: She felt strong arms wrap around her. He didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, he just held her. For that she was forever grateful, even though his name happened to be Draco bloody Malfoy, not Harry Potter. :.
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Ginnys tears slowly subsided and she freed herself from Malfoy's arms. Well, now that's something I won't tell my grandchildren…
"Feel better?"
No. "Yes, I feel a bit more collected now." That was almost true, anyway.
"Good, now, why don't I go down stairs and ask the maids to make us some breakfast? Then you and I are going to have a little chat." Oh, crap…
"The maids?" she asked faintly. "You have maids?"
"We, Ginny, we have maids."
"And I'm sure they love to work here" she answered sweetly. Liar! How in the name of all that's holy would a human being love to work for someone like him? Heck, not even Dobby was up for the job, and he's a house elf!
"Considering what we're paying them, they better…" Malfoy grumbled, this was clearly not the best morning he had had in his life. He went to the room next door and came out a couple of minutes later, fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tight-fitting t-shirt. That's odd, why would he put his wardrobe in the room next door? Maybe he really is stupid…
"Shouldn't you get dressed?" he smirked, oh, how she hated when he smirked like that. "Not that I'm complaining…" He eyed her up and down. "I'll be in the dining room!"
Okay…I need to stop blushing and say something witty in return! She drew a blank, her face burning. Merlin, I need a shower…Why, oh, why did married Ginny choose to sleep in a practically see-through nightgown with only tiny panties underneath? When she thought about it, she realized she really did not want to know.
She looked around again, now in search for a bathroom. She smiled an exultant smile as she opened the door that was not the exit, nor Malfoy's room-next-door. It was a bathroom, a very big bathroom. The whole of her room would probably fit in there! Her smile disappeared. Well, at least her room back in the Burrow would have… She shook her head. It would just be idiotic to dwell on what was. The only thing she needed to concentrate on right now was to choose whether to take a bath in the jucuzzi or have a shower in the gilded shower. Wow, he's even more vain than I tought... I mean, come on! A gold shower?
She settled for a bath, it would take the longest after all and she did want to keep him waiting.
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Now, for the next problem… where can I find some decent clothes? She was once again in the bedroom. She slowly went to Malfoy's room-next-door and made a very strange noise she didn't even know she was capable of to produce, when she saw what it was. Not that she cared how she sounded at the moment… It was a huge walk-in closet. She felt herself get a most silly expression on her face. But she did not care. Ginny had never seen herself as a shallow girl, she had never been afraid to get dirty; with six brothers it was inevitable. But for any girl who had grown up with hand-me-downs and her aunt's old shoes, this was heaven! Everything in the right section was female clothing. Her clothing! Or, at least Older-Ginny-married-to-Malfoy's clothing! And that's good enough for me!
She started by going to the shelfs containing underwear. Eww… Please don't tell me she's actually wearing this… She held up a black lace thong to the light. Like I thought, totally transparent…She put the thong back and picked up a plain white bra instead. Hm… weird, it's not even my size…She looked down on her cheast. But then again…
She put on the white bra with matching panties and, after a lot of consideration, a pair of black jeans and a plain white top. Then she placed herself in front of a mirror three feet from the door. Oh, crap… She didn't look anywhere near her true age of almost sixteen. No, she looked like a twenty-five year old. A fairly lovely twenty-five year old, if she could say it herself. She had finally grown into her mouth; it didn't look too big at all. And her red hair actually looked good with her complexion. Looks like there's hope for me after all. With newfound confidence she went down to face Malfoy.
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"Took you long enough." Malfoy grumbled. "If I had been someone else, I might have thought you were avoiding me." Insert heavy sarcasm here.
Ginny smiled, what she hoped was, an innocent smile.
"Don't you give me that look, I've seen it too many times for it to work anymore."
Aww, damn…
He raised an eyebrow as if reading her mind.
"What?" she asked sugary sweet.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
She looked blankly at him before replying. "You, failing to kill Dumbledore, Snape actually doing it and Dumbledore's funeral, -" His right eyebrow rose even more. "- Harry broke up with me and the journey home from school, I went to bed and I woke up. Here. With you."
"Right…" Malfoy said. "So… you and Harry, huh?" It was something about his tone Ginny did not like. At all. "Harry, as in Potter, I presume."
And the award for stating the obvious goes to: Draco Malfoy! "Eh… yeah, that's the only Harry I know of." Is that murder in his eyes…? Oh, crap… "So… er… nice house. Manor... er... castle?"
He ignored her petty excuse for a subject changer. "How old are you? You said you got home from school? What are you, twelve?"
Excuse me! Twelve? "Actually, I'm turning sixteen in August, thank you very much!"
He just looked at her with no expression at all. "I hate my life so much." He turned around and left. "Damnit, you better be home ol'man or I'm going to do exaktly what Gin's fantasy Draco did! Exept the failing part, that is…"
Okay…now he's pissed of… great, just great…
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"He will be here in a couple of minutes. Sit." He pointed to a chair by the dining table and sat down on the chair next to it.
Never! She sat down on the chair rapidly. "I'm sitting." She rolled her eyes. "Who's he?"
"The headmaster of Hogwarts."
"Huh?" Is he talking about whom I think he's talking about?
"Dumbledore. The person you've killed in your very own laa-laa land."
"Hey, be nice!" She snapped offended.
"I would if I got my wife back!" Malfoy said through gritted teeth. "My real wife, who is not delusional and not pretending to be sixteen!"
"You know, if I was really your wife I would have been pretty offended by that comment."
His expression softened in a matter of seconds. "You're right." He drew a hand through his hair. No hair gel? "I'm sorry. We're going to fix this, love. I promise." Love…? He took her hands in his. "I'm going to tell the maids you want your breakfest now. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back, Gin."
"Okay…" Ginny said, confused by his sudden kindness. She took her time to study her surroundings. Like in the rest of the house were all the furniture spotless and looking quite expensive. Wonder what they do for a living? Her eyes fell on a painting of a deformed face. Man, Hermione showed me a copy of that one, a Picosso or something. I'll bet my arse that's the real deal…
"Here's the pancakes with chocolate chips, Mrs Malfoy." A female voice suddenly said right next to her. She put down a large plate in front of her. It smelled absolutely delicious!
"Thank you!" Ginny showed the woman her best smile. I could get used to this!
"Your favourite." Malfoy said almost smugly from the door way. Except for that part…
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AN: And the second chapter has ended… Not much action, I admit that. But the next chapter is the Dumbledore one, so you need not despair!