Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Authors Note: School has started… which means I will have less time to write, but don't worry, I will find time. Somehow.
Chapter 3: Dumbledore"Thank you!" Ginny showed the woman her best smile. I could get used to this!
"Your favourite." Malfoy said almost smugly from the doorway. Except for that part…
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Ginny had only just swallowed the last piece of pancake when an older man dressed in a bright purple suit walked in. The beard and silvery hair were the same as she remembered, so was the blue twinkling eyes. His nose looked as if it had been broken at least twice, just as she remembered. It took all of her willpower not to brake down in tears again. That would have been too embarrassing for the never-crying girl. She opened her mouth to say something, anything! But nothing came out. Harry should have been here now…
"Ah, professor Dumbledore! I'm glad you could make it!" Malfoy darted forward and shook his hand. "Something is… " He haltered for half a second. "Wrong with Ginny."
"Wrong? She looks perfectly healthy from where I am standing." Dumbledore replied with a smile. "A very charming girl."
"Not physicaly. Mentaly." Malfoy said bluntly. Ginny narrowed her eyes, which he completely ignored or did not see.
"Is that so?" The blue eyes were twinkling even more than usual.
"Yes!" Malfoy sounded almost desperate. "What is it? Is - is she pregnant? I know pregnant women sometimes act strange. No offence, Gin!" He hastened to add to Ginny. "If that's the case, I'm absolutly thrilled. Really. "
Ginny only raised her eyebrows, not speaking. He's… rambling.
"No, I am fairly certain she is not with child." Dumbledore sounded very calm after Malfoys… outburst.
"Has she hit her head? Does she have a - a mental disorder? Is she even my wife?" He sounded distubingly resigned when he said the last bit. Ginny almost felt sorry for him. He sounds truly concerned.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy. She is indeed your wife. And no, she has not got any mental disorder."
"Then what is it?"
He smiled slightly in Ginnys direction. "Let's call it a lesson Ginevra here needs to learn."
Ginny didn't say anything in return. She felt strangly detached. He knows… He knows, but won't tell me. She felt tears prickling behind her eyelids, again. What's wrong with me? I don't cry! Ever!
"That's it?" Malfoy said in a cold voice. "That's all you're going to say?" Dumbledore merely smiled. "Fine. I believe you're able to find your way out by yourself."
"Don't be rude!" said Ginny automaticly.
Malfoy smirked. "Can't teach an old dog to sit, Gin, you should know that by now."
"Can't blame me for trying, though."
"I'm wounded." His face was unreadable.
"I think I…" Ginny snapped her mouth shut. The words came out just like she had said it a thousand times before. To him. Her husband. Draco Malfoy.
:.: "Draco, don't be rude!"
Draco smirked. "Can't teach an old dog to sit, love, you should know that by now."
"Can't blame me for trying, though." She said teasingly.
"I'm wounded."
She laughed amused. "I think I can live with that." :.:
I'm losing it! Ginny inhaled sharply. She had not just had a flashback from Married-Ginnys memories!
"Hey, where's that puddle of week-old mud?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by Malfoy. "Did you see where he went, 'cause I was not done with him!" Suddenly she was very glad Dumbledore had somehow left unnoticed. When did he do that? Even though he was not her favourite person right now she didn't want him to die.
An akward silence fell between them. Great, just great…
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Malfoy had left, telling her he needed to be alone for a while. That meant she was all alone in a muggle house with tones of muggle devices she had no idea how to use. Heck, she didn't even know if half of the stuff was a device or a piece of furniture! She sighed and settled to look at some none-moving-photographs on the wall.
There was a picture of her parents and her six brothers in muggle clothes standing in front of a big tree, everybody looked slightly older than she remembered and more happy than she had seen them in years.
:.: "Hold still, everybody! I'm trying to take a picture!" Draco said annoyed to all the Weasleys gathered under the Great Oak.
Ginny giggled at her husbands' obvious distress. "Aww, Draco, don't pout, I'll help you."
She cleared her throat and shouted at the top of her lungs. "Hey! Stand still!"
Everybody laughed but got in line more or less immediately for Draco to take the picture.
Draco turned to her. "Thank you, Gin." He smiled and leaned in to place a peck on her cheek. :.:
Woaw… Ginny tore her gaze from the picture. I am losing it! She knew she shouldn't look at any more photos for her own sanitys sake. But she couldn't help herself.
The next were a photo of Malfoys parents looking as stiff and regal as usual. She turned away from that one right away. Nothing interesting there...
Her eyes fell on a large photo in a gold frame. From her angle she was unable to see what it portrayed, but she was fairly certain she was wearing a white dress. Which was the reason she looked at a smaller frame some feet away from the golden one.
Her breath caught in her throat. No, this is not happening… I'm not looking at what I think I'm looking at!
"DRACO MALFOY! Get your sorry ass down here right this second!" She shouted furious. That boy has some explaining to do!
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Authors' note: Oh, what was it in that picture? And why is Ginny in this world in the first place? Tell me what you think.
I'm actually not really happy with this chapter, it's too short and… aw, well. I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer than you've already had. I am truly sorry for the delay!
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