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Chapter 4: In Which Things Fall In and Out of Place

"Well, well, Potter. We meet again." Draco said slyly. "We must stop meeting each other like this you know." He said as he closed the closet door behind him.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry replied, grabbing the other boy around the neck, and pulling him in for a rough kiss before he could reply.

As Draco pulled away he chortled dirtily. "My goodness, Potter! You do want me. I'll admit, I had my doubts." A smug smile was barely visible in the dark broom closet, a slightly lighter crescent on the ghostly oval of Malfoy's pale face.

"No…. you're just good release, is all." Harry tried to toss off with quick non-chalance, but his breathless tone from kissing and emotion gave him away before he went to work on Malfoy's neck.

"Don't leave any marks, Potter. Pansy's been asking about the spots you've left." Malfoy said softly.

Potter groaned with frustration, and resorted to simply licking the other boy's collarbone thoroughly.

Draco decided that it felt wonderful, and simply closed his eyes and let the warmth of Potter's tongue stop all those pesky thoughts of Pansy and classes and everything… else. A soft moan escaped Draco, and Harry turned his attention to the blonde's mouth. Their lips worked hard, expelling all their pent up frustrations and worries. Before long the two were melting into one another.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, no little ones of your own then?" Ginny asked with a terrible imitation of a friendly smile on her freckled face.

"Ah, no, I'm afraid not." Draco replied with a much more genuine looking smile. "I've been so busy with my career, I just haven't had a chance to find the right girl for me and settle down."

His eyes flicked to Harry, a good natured smile on his lips and worry in his eyes.

Quickly Draco returned his gaze to Ginny, he saw a look of disbelief, which she tried hastily to hide behind another fakey sad smile.

He was sure she doubted that he was looking for girls at all.

"That's too bad, Mr. Malfoy." She said. "You're really missing out, eh, Harry?" As she turned to her smiling husband and twined her fingers into his, her graceless attempt at a smile bloomed into a loving grin.

"Harry….?" There came a call outside the broom closet the two boys stood in. Ginny was sure that Harry had wanted to meet at the statue of Urd the Good. Here she was at Urd, a pretty but tiny older woman who stood with a pail and an old water dipper. "Harry?" Was he under his invisibility cloak?

Inside the broom closet Harry pulled his mouth way from Draco's. "That's Ginny. Oh, damn, I was supposed to meet her to go to the library and study…." He said breathlessly, although he didn't seem terribly alarmed about the situation.

"Being a slimy snake again, are we, Potter?" Malfoy smirked, as he pushed Harry against the back wall of the closet with his body, placing a long fingered hand above each of Harry's shoulders.

"Stop it, Malfoy. I think I should go." He said, removing his arms from around the other boy and turning his face away from him. Despite the dark, he didn't think he could look Malfoy in the face with Ginny just outside the door.

"Oh, come now, Potty…" Draco said in mock-sensuality as he shifted his position to move his face down Harry's own neck, and with plans to move even lower; when Draco's foot hit one of the brooms, knocking it over, and causing a loud wooden 'CLUNK' that echoed through the closet, and out into the hallway as the heavy wood handle hit the stone floor.

Both boys stopped, eyes wide, limbs useless, neither moved, even as Ginny began speaking again, "Harry? Are you hiding in the broom closet? What on earth are you doi..n…-" she trailed off as the two boys were flooded with light from the hallway. They squinted as their eyes adjusted.

"M-malfoy? What…. what are yoOU DOING TO HARRY?!" As Ginny took in the scene of Harry and Malfoy in the broom closet, lips pink from kissing, their cheeks flushed, and Malfoys hands and body keeping Harry pinned to the wall she began asking in a soft confused voice, which quickly became hysterical "What have you done? What on earth…? I don't understand, is this some sort of sick Slytherin JOKE?" Her voice was a shrill scream, echoing down the corridor, drawing more people to the scene.

"Er… no." Draco started, taking a step away from Harry, for once no snide remarks on his thin lips.

Just then, Harry pushed past Malfoy, and stepped out of the broom closet, cheeks flaming and took Ginny shaking hand in his as he directed her down the hall; leaving Draco at the mercy of the crowd.

"Daddy, I need to wee." James said, looking up to his father in the seat next to him.

"James! That's not appropriate conversation for the dinner table." Ginny scolded him.

"Oh, it's alright, Ginny. I'll take you, then. Let's go, James." Harry said, standing up to escort his young son to the loo.

Draco watched them go, Harry following his son as he skipped ahead of his father until they rounded the corner and were out of sight.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, what are you smiling about?" Ginny asked, trying, it seemed, to sound pleasant and conversational. But the furrow of her brow was a dead give away that she felt his very presence was a nuisance.

"Oh, you know, Mrs. Potter, just the joy of a father and son spending time together….. even if it is just to take a wee." He said sweetly as he took another sip of his cooled tea.

"Hmmmm…" she seemed to be mulling this over, growing steadily more suspicious of the other man.

Tired of the woman staring at him, Draco let his grey eyes wander, and soon him mind followed.

"You know, he's changed, since… well, you….. know." Ginny said, pulling Draco's attention back to her.

She wasn't looking at him now, and her usually pale face was very pink under her freckles. The Potter daughter screamed and threw her spoon, and Ginny picked the toddler up.

"What?" Draco asked, what she had said had caught his interest.

"You KNOW." She said, still not looking at him. Her eyes had wandered to a rather uninteresting corner of the room and made no move to look back at Draco.

"I'm not sure that I do." He said, with an annoyed raise to his blonde brow.

"You do… that night, at Hogwarts, when I…. I found you and Harry…." It seemed too much for her to go on.

"Oh, yes. That." Draco cleared his throat. He was obviously uncomfortable about the subject, but didn't let it show, not even a little bit. Instead he turned back to Ginny and said "Go on."

She still couldn't look at him, but she did continue. "Well, he changed then… and he hasn't really been the same."

"……I don't know what to say, er, sorry?" Draco offered.

"I don't really mind, strangely enough, but it seems after that Harry's been… calmer and more patient, which is always good for the little ones. But….

"I remember when we were in school together, and he used to get so upset, and whiney…. but, I mean since then, he's not been like that at all." Ginny went on.

She still hadn't looked at Draco, even as he hung on her every word.

"Looks like you two were having an…. interesting conversation." Harry said in a strained voice as he and James came back from the toilets.

Ginny looked up at her husband, flustered, and blushing like an embarrassed teen.

"Just, you know, reminiscing." Draco said with a small smile up at Harry, who was helping his son back into his seat.

"I see….." Harry said, with a worried glance at Ginny.

Harry didn't say anything else. He didn't want to press anything on either of the other two.

Ginny stayed silent, not wanting to start a scene in front of her children, and certainly NOT in public.

And Draco, enjoying the awkward silence sipped his tea, and also said nothing.

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Not much left now! Anyway. Yeah, so, what do you think of Ginny? I thought that once she settled down, she would be more motherly, and not as brash as she was at Hogwarts. Although she is pregnant……. o.o;;

Frankly, I never liked Ginny much anyway.