Chapter 2


Monday March 30th, 1997
London, England
Diagon Alley – Weasley Wizarding Wheezes
4:36 p.m.

"So, Ginger bean," George grinned as he took a seat in the back room of the store where Ginny had been reading a book. "You haven't told your favourite brother what you've been up to since we were together at Christmas."

"Hey! I'm her favourite brother!" Fred exclaimed as he joined them, flopping into another chair.

"Sure Gred, dream away," George winked at Ginny before ducking the ball of paper Fred tossed at him.

"So how 'bout it Ginger, how's life at good old soggy hoggy Hogwarts been?"

"You mean since you all so rudely interrupted my bath on Christmas?" countered Ginny, keeping her gaze on her book as she unconsciously turned her ring around on her finger so the stone was to the inside of her hand even though Draco had hidden it from everyone's sight save anyone who already knew it was there that first and only time they'd managed to meet after the holidays.

"We're sorry about that Ginger."

"We honestly didn't mean to do such a thing," Fred continued with a puppy dog look.

"I know and I know you guys meant well," Ginny replied. "Trust me, I was more embarrassed about having Ron and Harry seeing me like that than you guys for some strange reason."

"Because it's Ron and Harry? Does there have to be another reason?" George shrugged.

"I'd be embarrassed to have Ron and Harry see me in a tub, shower, any form of nearly naked. Downright terrifying," Fred shuddered dramatically.

"But you're avoiding the question dearest sister that we love so much."

"Is frustrating too strong a word?" she sighed.

"Well, that certainly sounds unfun..."

"Ever since Christmas Ron seems to have taken it upon himself to become my shadow and if I didn't know any better I'd swear he's trying to push Harry on me or something," she growled in annoyance.

The twins rolled their eyes in eerie sync before sighing simultaneously. "Ten to one dear Ronnikins has decided to push you towards Harry."

"Needs something to take his mind off the fact dear Mione got back together with Krum when he signed on with Puddlemere and moved to England," George shrugged. "But really the boy needs to leave you alone."

"Well, couldn't he have at least asked me if I want to get together with Harry? It's getting really annoying to have him follow me around. I can't get any peace. I can't see my friends without him tailing me and forget trying to see any guys…"

"Poor Ginger," they chorused.

"Though to be honest the idea of you with a guy gives us the heebies, but that's normal seeing as we're you're big brothers and love you dearly. But we know that you're grown up enough to date if you want."

"Sadly Ronnikins doesn't, want us to talk to him?"

"We'll threaten him with spiders," Fred grinned.

"Really big ones, and teddy bears, can't forget teddy bears," George nodded solemnly.

"If I had my way, I'd date the one person that I know would piss Ron off the most but I doubt I'd even get him to look my way never mind even consider dating a Weasley," she shrugged, biting the inside of her lip to stop herself from giggling.

"Hmm, our little sis and Malfoy," Fred mused. "I can see it..."

"Definitely would never be bored," George nodded. "Can you imagine Mum and Dad's faces? he smirked suddenly.

"We'd certainly have quite pretty and handsome nieces and nephews," Fred grinned.

"It'll never happen," Ginny sighed dramatically for effect. "Other than my annoying brother and all. Things are okay. Snape is as annoying as ever. Quidditch is the same; Harry's still pulling the snitch before everyone so Gryffindor always wins. I'm doing well in all my classes…same old, same old. I just need to get Ron off my back and find myself a guy that is decidedly not Harry."

"Isn't Harry still ga ga over Cho even though she wants nothing to do with him and got together with that boy from Ravenclaw last year or something?" George frowned as he looked at Fred. "We're seriously out of the loop on the gossip at Hogwarts."

"Oh he is," Ginny confirmed. "Doesn't mean Ron isn't trying to get us together and he's got Mum and Dad's support so he's all the more determined to see us together by the end of the year."

"Oi! Bloody prat, we must pick on our brother," Fred nodded.

"So what do you want to do the rest of your lovely vacation with your two favourite brothers?" George asked, deciding to change the subject.

Before Ginny got a chance to respond, a scream was heard from outside, followed by one from the front of the store where Lee Jordan had been running the counter, causing the three to jump and run to the door of the main building to see what was going on.

"Uh…guys…" Ginny trailed off as she pointed out to the shape hovering out the window.

"Bloody hell," Fred cursed before looking back at her then at the customers in the shop. "Everyone under age in back and upstairs," he ordered before looking at George. "Get her to Bill."

"Come on," George grabbed Ginny's hand as more people raced past the storefront and the first of the masked men and likely women appeared by the store front, the older witches and wizards having dived for cover but prepared to fight if necessary while those underage were racing upstairs.

A minute later before George and Ginny had a chance to go anywhere, a couple of Death Eaters burst into the store, the older Witches and Wizards attempting to fight the Death Eaters, who for the most part quickly stunned people left and right, as George tried to pull Ginny to safety only to have a Death Eater appear in front of them. Before either of the redheads could say anything the man surprisingly shoved something into Ginny's hand. "Go to Draco," he hissed before turning away to throw a spell at another bystander and a moment later Ginny, and George with her as he still held her hand, disappeared with the familiar feeling of a portkey.

"Can I just say I really hate portkeys," Ginny groaned when they finally landed a few minutes later. "And would you mind getting off me please?"

"Sorry Gin," George quickly rose and offered a hand to help her up.

"Ginny? George?" Bill's voice drew both of their attention to where he stood with a collection of men, all dressed similarly in black and red uniforms with white and gold accents, black hats upon their heads with red feathers. "What are you doing here?"

"Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley. I was visiting Fred and George for Easter since Mum and Dad wouldn't let me come home," Ginny said as George helped her up and she dusted herself off. "They started attacking the store. George was trying to get me out of the way when all of a sudden one of the Death Eaters suddenly shoved this," she said holding out a necklace, the pendant of which was a Fleur-de-Lys, "into my hand and said 'go to Draco'. The next thing I know, we're being portkeyed out of the shop and we show up here."

"Malfoy," a man spoke as he looked at Bill, he was rather on the tall side with dark brown almost black hair that fell to curl slightly against his shoulders, just a bit longer than his actual shoulders; a moustache and the hint of a goatee graced his face as he stood strong and proud in the black uniform. "Take her to your fiancé, she'll need to see the Queen and with the ball starting imminently, there is no time before the ball, so she'll have to see the Queen during the ball."

"Of course Captain," Bill nodded before turning and holding his hand out to Ginny, "Come on, we need to go see Fleur."

Ginny looked between Bill and George for a moment, not sure what she should do and really wishing Draco was there, before reaching out and taking Bill's outstretched hand. "Bill what's going on. Where are we?"

"The Château de Versailles, in Wizarding France. The Palace of Queen Louise I," he explained as he quickly led her down a number of halls.

"What?" replied Ginny in shock, practically tripping over her feet in the process.

Bill stopped and turned towards her, "We're in France Gin, Wizarding France. I'm a Musketeer, a Lieutenant in the Queen's Royal Guard. That was André d'Artagnan, the Captain of the Guard who you might notice later does share the name of the last six King's of Wizarding France, I'll explain the story later if you want. Anyway, he told me to take you to Fleur, we need to get you ready for the Ball so you can see the Queen, she'll need to hear that Lucius Malfoy sent you here during an attack, and Draco will want to see you as well, he'll be in attendance, it's the Easter Ball and to not attend is, well, rather much social and political suicide..."

"See the Queen? I'm not ready to see the Queen. I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be in London. I can't attend a ball. I haven't anything to wear…" Ginny said cutting Bill off.

"Fleur will take care of that," he countered before turning to continue leading her. "We haven't much time, I need to get you to Fleur and get back to the group as soon as possible."

"Bill…I can't possibly attend a ball…" Ginny began as Bill continued taking her through the palace. "I mean, Draco and I never got to spend any time together at school. He never got the chance to teach me any…"

"Gin," it was his turn to cut her off, "Honey, no one who matters expects you to be perfect, not Draco, not the Queen, not me. This is a situation completely out of your, or even our control, no one expected the Death Eaters to show up where you were, and it was far too dangerous for you there. Simply be yourself, don't worry about all of them. Once we get you ready we'll get you to Draco and he'll take care of you alright?"

"What about George?"

"George is probably already back in London helping Fred knowing him," he answered gently. "They'll be fine Ginger."

"I don't have a choice in this do I?"

"I'm afraid not Gin. For all we know the attack could have been aimed at you, which could be a major problem," he sighed heavily.

"But nobody outside the family even knew I was going to stay with Fred and George and even then it was a last minute decision. I was supposed to stay with Mum and Dad until they suddenly decided they didn't want me staying with them, they wanted me at Hogwarts but I didn't want to be around Ron for two solid weeks without classes so I went to see the twins," explained Ginny, pulling her hand out of Bill's grasp once they finally came to a stop outside an ornate set of doors.

"I know Gin, and honestly I doubt it was aimed at you. But it's not a chance we can take," he explained softly before turning and knocking on the door quickly. A moment later Fleur opened the door.

"William?" she asked surprised, her familiar accent as prominent as ever, looking from him she took in Ginny, even more surprised, "Ginevra?"

"You need to help Ginny get ready to attend the Ball," Bill explained quickly. "She needs to speak with the Queen and with so little time before the Ball..."

"She will have to speak with Isadora at the Ball," Fleur nodded in understanding. "Come Sweet One, we shall have to hurry to get you ready and William will have to hurry to get back with the guards who should no doubt be ready for the Royal Escort," she held out her hand to Ginny.

"I have to speak with her?" Ginny said in bewilderment. "You said I only had to see her, you said nothing about speaking with her!"

"Come Sweet, all will be well. Isidora is quite nice, and we'll do our best to quickly explain anything regarding etiquette that you need to know," Fleur spoke quickly. "We don't have much time Sweet..." she continued before looking over her shoulder, "Eloise, we need you're help," she called before focusing back on Ginny. "My ladies maid will help us."


"Are you sure about this?" Ginny asked as she looked at herself in the mirror a short while later. She was dressed in a gold satin dress, consisting of a corseted bodice covered in intricate embroidery, which continued over the full skirt. The loose sleeves were gathered at the elbows where white lace lining hung to mid-arm. The neckline of the dress was not cut exceedingly low but was considerably lower than what Ginny was accustomed to, showing off just the top of her breasts, which were being accentuated thanks to the rather tight corset she now found herself wearing and continuing across her chest and showing off her shoulders. The front and side pieces of her hair were pulled up and back off her face while the rest of her hair was left to hang loose down her back. Her only jewellery was her engagement ring.

"We're positive," Fleur nodded as she fluffed the skirt. "Unfortunately it's not something that is quite befitting a Duchess, but it's the best we can do on such short notice. You look wonderful Ginevra, do not fret."

"Is it even necessary that I go? I mean…can't I just hide out somewhere for the night?" Ginny asked uncertainly as she attempted to pull the front of the dress higher.

"Sweetling," Eloise spoke up as she appeared at Ginny's side, "You have to go. It's important that you see the Queen to tell her of what happened in London, and to put if off could be most hazardous pet."

"Honestly love, she is not as intimidating as you might be thinking. Just remember everything we explained, and trust Draco, he'll be there with you, I am sure," Fleur smiled.

"Why couldn't Mr. Malfoy have just sent me back to Hogwarts," Ginny mumbled.

"You're safer here than even Hogwarts, Sweet," Fleur countered. "With the return of that evil man, protection around the palace has tripled, many protection spells have been cast here and to be honest, the spells here are stronger than even Hogwarts."

"I know but at least at Hogwarts I knew what to expect and how to act."

"I know sweet one, but things are as they are and they can not be undone now," Fleur shrugged slightly. "Come, it's time we go, the Ball will have started already and we can't be much later than we already are."

"If I must," Ginny sighed.

"Sadly we must," Fleur smiled as she held out her arm to Ginny. "Relax my Sweet, you won't have to go up to her in a big to do, first we'll enter quietly from a side entrance and get you to Draco, then I'll go speak with the Queen, and either she will approach you and Draco, or someone will find you to come speak with the Queen."

"Then can we just get this over with," Ginny sighed as she took Fleur's arm.

"Certainly Sweet," Fleur smiled before leading the way towards the Galarie des Glaces as two musketeers fell into step behind them but remained silent as they kept watch. When they reached the Hall, they slipped quietly inside as dozens danced on the ballroom floor, the other ladies-in-waiting were gathered near the throne where Louise sat, but it was to the left that Fleur made her way, spotting the familiar head of blonde hair.

Silently Fleur led Ginny towards where Draco stood with Blaise Zabini and who must be Draco's mother, before she left Ginny a few steps away with a smile and took the last few steps towards the three, sinking into a quick curtsy, "Monsieur le Duc, Monsieur Malfoy, Madame Malfoy," she spoke quickly as they looked towards her and she rose. "Forgive my intrusion, but," she purposely glanced back towards where Ginny stood nervously.

"Ginny?" asked Draco in surprise when he saw her standing there behind them.

"Hi," she replied, looking around her nervously.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing here?" he asked worriedly as he stepped over to her, seeing she was ready to bolt at a moment's notice if the opportunity presented itself. "My God, Ginny you're trembling," he said quietly as he pulled her into his arms.

"Oh God Draco, it was horrible…" she cried quietly into his chest.

"Perhaps it would be best to retire to one of the balconies Drac," Blaise spoke softly as Fleur excused herself and made her way to her fellow ladies-in-waiting and the Queen. "Ginevra might feel better with a few minutes of quiet and relative privacy..." he continued quickly, concern evident.

"Come on Ginny, let's step outside for a few minutes," Draco said. When he felt Ginny nod against his chest, he carefully led her out onto the balcony that was situated just off to the side and a little ways down from where they were standing.

A bit of time had passed while the two were on the balcony, when they came in again, Fleur was waiting with Blaise and Narcissa to quietly inform them that Ginny would have to be presented to the Queen, and then after a few minutes the Queen planned to step out of the Ball for a bit of time and after a minute they were to follow, she had chosen to speak with them in private.

"When?" asked Ginny quietly.

Fleur raised her eyes towards the musicians before focusing back on them, "After this dance finishes, so a few minutes," she explained quietly. "Do you remember what we told you?" she asked just as quietly to avoid drawing the attention of other guests.

"I think so," Ginny replied, looking between Fleur and Draco nervously.

"You'll be fine sweetling," Fleur smiled before quickly making her way back to the throne and leaving Draco to tend to his betrothed.

The song drew to a close a few minutes later, Draco leading Ginny near the throne as it did and holding her hand the entire way for support. The musicians had already been informed to stop playing at end of the song, and it took a moment for the courtiers to realize what was going on, before they expectantly turned towards the throne as the Herald took his place to the side.

"The Great-Grandson of Monsieur le Duc d'Orléans, heir to the Duchy d'Orléans," the Herald announced as Draco stepped forward with Ginny beside him.

"Monsieur," Louise nodded towards them.

"My Queen," Draco bowed, "Allow me to present Mademoiselle Ginevra," he turned towards Ginny slightly who sank down into a curtsy, though, as was immediately noticed by the gathered members of the Court, it wasn't quite as low as it should have been.

"Mademoiselle Ginevra," Louise smiled, "It is lovely to meet you at last."

"Thank you, your Majesty," Ginny replied, stepping back slightly in surprise when a sudden gasp seemed to filter through the room. Quickly realizing her grave mistake, she continued with another awkward curtsey, "Forgive me Majesty," before rising and turning in the hopes of bolting from the room as swiftly as possible only to stop short when she practically ran into someone, their hands taking a firm but gentle hold on her upper arms as her hands rested on their chest, recognizing the safety of his voice when he began to speak.

"Please forgive Ginevra, Majesty," Draco entreated on Ginny's behalf. "There are extenuating circumstances that have brought Ginevra to court earlier than anticipated and we have not yet been able to begin proper studies for her yet."

Louise nodded as she looked out at the court, "Forgiveness is given quite easily Monsieur Malfoy," she focused on him and Ginny once more before nodding slightly, indicating it was safe for Draco and Ginny to go. A moment later she looked towards the musicians, "Continue," she instructed and at once the music began again.

"Come," Draco whispered into Ginny's ear as his thumbs rubbed her arms soothingly before he turned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders before leading her back over to where Blaise and his mother were standing off to the side.

"Draco, I'm sorry. I made a fool of myself…of you…" Ginny said as she walked away from Draco.

"No Ginny, you didn't," countered Draco as he took a hold of Ginny once more, stopping her pacing. "You heard the Queen, she forgave you. Gin, you've been through hell today and once we explain the whole situation to her, she'll be the first to tell you that anything you may have done incorrectly tonight will be forgotten. You did amazing considering everything you've been through today."

"I just want to go home Draco…"

"I know Ginny," Draco sighed, pulling her into his arms once more. "But as I'm sure Fleur told you, right now this is the safest place for you. It's why my father sent you here."

A few minutes later Louise rose and everyone turned to watch as she made her way to the right of the Palace, towards the Salon de la Guerre, or War Drawing Room, at the least, perhaps further beyond to the knowledge of those gathered; André falling into step behind her and waving a hand for the music to begin again before he disappeared from the room after her. After a minute or so, Draco led Ginny the same way, quietly escaping the Hall and into the Salon de la Guerre, only to be led to the more private Salon d'Apollon where Louise waited, speaking quietly with André until the doors opened and both looked up at Draco and Ginny, André straightening and moving to the side of the room to keep watch as Louise rose from her seat.

"Draconis, Ginevra," she smiled, "Please, be seated," she waved her hand towards the small couch across from where she had been sitting, retaking her seat and Draco led Ginny to the other couch, having her sit before he sat beside her.

"Well, that was certainly refreshing," Louise smiled as she looked at them. "How are you doing Ginny, do you mind if I call you Ginny when we are in private like this? Or would you prefer Ginevra or perhaps something else entirely?"

Ginny looked up at Draco, who nodded at her that it was okay to answer, before dropping her gaze back down at her hands, which were holding onto Draco's arm. "Ginny is fine, Majesty."

"Isidora," she corrected softly before raising a hand to wave slightly, "Here in rooms like this, when it's in private, it's Isidora. Louise was always my middle name, until my Peré died and I became la Dauphine and it was decided in honour of my ancestors I would be known as Louise. But honestly, I much prefer the name I've always had, the name I was given at birth."

"You'll have to forgive Ginny Dora, she's rather nervous," Draco said.

"Understandable," she nodded. "Fleur mentioned that something had happened..." she asked concerned.

"Apparently there was a Death Eater attack on Diagon Alley in London. Ginny was visiting her brothers' shop and was caught up in the attack," explained Draco.

"Voldemort," Louise muttered with disgust and a hint of hatred burning in her eyes. "How are you doing dearest?"

"I don't…Everything's just happened so fast…"

"It's alright dearest, you don't have to talk about it," Louise continued quickly. "Perhaps it would be best if you stayed here until it's time to return to Hogwarts," she glanced at Draco to see his view on the situation.

"I would prefer to keep Ginny here Dora, for her own safety, but only if that is what she wants," he said.

"Ginny?" she asked softly, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Ginny admitted quietly. "I can't be alone at Hogwarts because Ron is always there in my face and in my business, I'm afraid to go back to London and even though Draco's here, I feel so out of place here."

"Tonight is... honestly not the best night to have arrived and had to be thrust into the activities of the Court," Louise nodded slowly. "But after tonight, things will get easier. It would only be my ladies-in-waiting that you would have to deal with, and you could spend time with Drac," she glanced at him quickly before focusing back on Ginny. "But whatever you decide, it is your decision. You can stay here now, or we shall see you this summer so you can begin training, everything is up to you dearest."

"It wasn't my choice to come here, Majesty, Death Eaters broke into my brothers' store and the next thing I know one of them is shoving something into my hand and my brother and I are being portkeyed here," Ginny said.

"My father gave her his portkey," Draco explained.

"Ahh," she nodded. "No wonder you're so lost, though that does make me concerned that he knew to seek you out, it can't be coincidence that he came into your brothers' store..." she frowned slightly before waving her hand, "Whatever you decide dearest, we may arrange for extra protection for you, just in case... No knowledge of you're identity has been released but... that was just entirely too close for my comfort to be honest."

"She doesn't know?" asked Ginny, sitting back away from Draco slightly as she turned to look at him.

"I don't know?" she glanced between them confused. "Help... somebody?"

"God Draco. You announce me as you intended before the court, allow her to approve of it and you never told her? My God Draco," Ginny cursed as she rose from the couch and began pacing.

"Ginny…"

"No Draco. I can't believe you. Did you honestly think he would forget? Obviously your father hasn't or else why would he seek me out and make sure that I was sent here before any of the other Death Eaters even realized I was in Diagon Alley?"

"Ahem," Louise cleared her throat gently. "Draconis, is there something you neglected to inform me of that is obviously quite important?"

"Ginny was…well she was…"

"I was possessed by the memory of Tom Riddle that had been locked in a diary given to me by Draco's father during my first year. I would have died in the Chamber of Secrets if Harry hadn't found me in time," Ginny said. "As far as I know, when Harry destroyed the diary, the memories contained within it and everything that I wrote in it returned to Tom or as he's now known, Voldemort, and I could be a target, just like Harry."

Louise blinked once, then twice, before focusing on Draco, "You're an idiot," she declared simply before rolling her eyes and focusing back on Ginny. "Alright then, this makes life much more interesting to say the least, but in the long run doesn't change much. Except it moves up a few possibilities..."

"Moves up possibilities?" questioned Ginny as she continued to pace.

Louise nodded as she sat back, fingers pressed together as her palms formed the base of a tent shape, her joined forefingers pressed against her lips for a moment as she tapped her lips a few times before nodding and lowering her hands, "You're engaged to the heir to the Duchy d'Orléans, from the moment Drac announced his decision I set to work arranging for your protection after the wedding and once your identity became known. I'm not sure if you know this," she glanced back at Draco and raised one eyebrow quickly before focusing back on Ginny, "Once Draco is named as the Duc d'Orléans, as long as I don't have any children, he will be the heir to the throne."

"Heir…heir to the…the throne…" Ginny stuttered in shock, her pacing finally stopping as she stumbled over her feet towards the wall, Draco quickly rising to his feet and catching her before she could hurt herself and helping her back to the couch.

"I repeat my earlier assessment Draconis, you're an idiot, and a few other things as well at this moment," Louise shook her head. "Honestly Ginny, this is merely... a back-up plan. Officially the Duc d'Orléans has always been heir to the throne should the Royal Line of Sucession be broken as when my ancestor separated the Wizarding and Muggle Kingdoms of France and Navarre, his brother was the Duc d'Orléans and heir to the throne should all of his children die. Thus in Wizarding France and Navarre it was established that the Duc d'Orléans, because of the Royal blood that still flows through their veins would be the heir if absolutely necessary. To be honest, it hasn't even been a matter of necessity for many generations, that is until the Royal Line was very nearly wiped out save for myself almost sixteen years ago now. Truth be dearest, I don't think Drac will ever be called to be King. I have no intention of going anywhere and my own betrothal has been in the works for ages, it's just a matter of finalizing the treaty and such, and the first order of business for my poor husband to be is to provide an heir," she chuckled lightly. "So honestly, I don't believe it will ever happen, it's merely a possibility now and a contingency plan. And I'm starting to ramble I believe..."

"You are, my Queen," André smiled as she glanced at him, rolled her eyes, then focused back on the two.

"You will have to forgive me Dora, but in my own defence we've barely had any time together since we both returned to school beyond our first meeting. It seems that every time we tried, something or someone managed to get in the way," argued Draco.

One eyebrow rose elegantly, "That sounds... complicated and frustrating," she mused. "Do I want to know who the someone is?"

"Ron," Ginny answered.

"Pansy," Draco answered.

"Hmm," she mused, "Well Pansy I can take care of, Ron is another story," she rolled her eyes. "Too much like you're parents that one," she muttered before glancing quickly at Ginny, "No offence intended Ginny..."

"None taken. He's taken it upon himself to become my keeper. Every time I leave to try to go to meet Draco he follows me so I end up in the library instead," replied Ginny.

Rolling her eyes once more Louise sighed heavily, "I wonder if anyone would notice if he suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night..." she smirked evilly.

"I don't think the Bastille needs another prisoner number 64389000, my Queen," André pointed out with a smile.

"I wouldn't dream of such a thing André," she argued with the hint of a smile.

"Sure you wouldn't," he rolled his eyes.

"I promise, no more men in iron masks," she countered, "You can yell at me for hours about how our ancestor would be yelling at me if I ever attempt it. But you have to admit, it is a lovely threat and would be wonderful to use on certain annoying overbearing brothers."

"That I do not disagree, my Queen," he smirked, "But you have likely confused Mademoiselle Ginevra."

Glancing back at the two Louise ducked her head slightly, "Oops."

"Given my current state of mind it's not that hard to confuse me I'm afraid," admitted Ginny. "But you were talking about possibilities?"

"Yes, yes I was," she nodded. "There are a few possibilities. You see, once you had come this summer and become one of my ladies-in-waiting, all legal power your parents hold over you would be gone as you would be officially in my care until your marriage to Draco at which time you would be emancipated I believe is the legal term, or is that just America..." she mused for a moment. "Anyway, once you were officially in my care, you wouldn't be forced to return to Hogwarts unless you wished to, let alone return to England. You could live here, be taught by tutors as I and my ladies-in-waiting have been, safe," she looked up and around the room, "within these walls."

"I don't even know if I'll be able to come this summer quite honestly," Ginny said quietly, refusing to look at either Dora or Draco, her gaze going to the fire in the fireplace. "My parents may not have allowed me home for Easter but they were quite specific that they expect to see me at Kings Cross in June."

"If you choose to return to Hogwarts when the Easter holidays are over, then we shall arrange a way for you to be here. There are a great many people working to see you safely here by the summer solstice dearest."

"Right now it's probably best if I do return to Hogwarts. If I don't my family might believe I was taken in the attack despite what Fred and George try to tell them and that may only make matters worse for me. When word gets out that I'm not only engaged to Draco Malfoy of all people but one of your Ladies in waiting and soon to be the Duchess d'Orléans, my family is going to make my life a living hell. And I fear that is not the worst that they may do," Ginny sighed.

"That is your choice Ginny," Louise began slowly. "But if you want, you can choose now, today, to join my ladies-in-waiting. England and Dumbledore, as well as your parents will be notified of the change in your guardianship and no matter how much your parents might argue, there is no way they can get here, let alone get anything to you here. But whatever happens now is up to you, if you choose to go back to England, then I'll arrange for a small detail to go to Hogwarts and keep watch over both you and Drac," she glanced at him quickly once more. "None of the other students will ever see the Musketeers, and Dumbledore will be unable to fight their presence."

"May I think about it? After everything that's happened today…"

"Of course. Take as much time as you need," she nodded.

"Thank you."

"You are quiet welcome Ginny," she smiled.

"My Queen, I hate to interrupt," André spoke quietly, "But it would be best for you to return to your guests, at least for a short amount of time..."

"True, true," she sighed before rising. "After the ball, find Fleur, she knows where your rooms shall be Ginny."

"Come on Ginny, we need to return as well," Draco said as he helped Ginny back to her feet.

"Enjoy the rest of the Ball dearest ones," Louise smiled at them as she approached the doors, André stepping in front of her to open them and slipped out to look around before indicating it was clear and Louise quickly left as André fell into step just behind her.

"Let's go find my mother and Blaise," Draco said as he led Ginny back out into the ballroom.

"You won't leave me alone right?" asked Ginny quietly.

"You have my word," he reassured, kissing her gently on the temple as they stopped next to where Blaise was standing with Narcissa.

Well over an hour had passed since Draco and Ginny returned to the Ball, a good ten minutes after Louise had so it wasn't blatantly apparent that they had been with her. During that time Ginny and Draco had remained with Narcissa and Blaise, until the peaceful quartet was broken when a young woman with reddish-brown hair appeared. "Monsieur Malfoy," she inclined her head as Draco and Blaise bowed, Narcissa sinking into a curtsy as Ginny quickly followed suit, though obviously confused.

"Your Highness," Draco replied as he straightened, the others following suit.

"The Queen desires a dance," she continued with a smile as she nodded to the other three, her smile growing softer when she focused on Ginny before surprisingly, she winked at Ginny, then focused back on Draco.

"Now?" Draco blinked at her before looking at Ginny.

"Now I'm afraid," she answered softly as she looked around quickly before focusing back on him.

"Draco…you promised…" Ginny said quietly.

"I know and I'm sorry," he said as he cupped her cheek. "I have to go. Stay with Blaise. I won't be long," he told her as he kissed her forehead.

"He'll be right back Ginevra," Blaise smiled as he moved to her side. "That was Archduchess Marina," he nodded towards the woman Draco was following. "She's one of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting, the younger sister of Emperor Maximillian III."

"But why would she ask him to dance if we just spent all that time with her?" questioned Ginny in confusion as she started to pace, wringing her hands nervously.

"Because she likely wants to see how you are doing, and it would look quite suspicious if she were simply to come over and speak with you, whereas if she were to share a dance with her 'cousin', as the King or Queen and the Duc or Duchess d'Orléans are known, it would not raise any suspicions," Narcissa explained softly.

"She knows I don't feel comfortable here without Draco next to me…not after what happened in London…" Ginny said, panic starting to enter her voice.

"Ginevra, breathe," Narcissa instructed before glancing at Blaise, "Go get some punch please," she asked softly before focusing completely on Ginny, "I know my son said to stay with Blaise but I think you need something to drink while we get you to calm down, yes?" she asked softly.

Ginny nodded in agreement as she tried to calm her breathing as flashes of the events leading up her arrival in France started flashing through her mind.

"Ginevra, focus on me, stay in the here and now," Narcissa instructed quietly, a bit of force behind her voice to try and get through to the girl.

Ginny tried to do as Narcissa said, to try to focus on her voice in order to stay in the here and now but her thoughts kept returning to the events at her brothers' store and from there they started flashing to events from even earlier, events from her first year, events she shouldn't be able to remember…events she didn't want to remember. Stumbling away from where she and Narcissa had been standing she starting making her way towards the same balcony Draco had taken her to earlier. What she hadn't counted on was hearing the whispers and laughter of the courtiers as she passed. Whispers that contained her name along with Draco's, and not in the most pleasant of ways. Of the courtiers she passed not a single one believed that she was a suitable match for the future Duc d'Orléans and apparently her initial meeting faux pas was found to be quite amusing and had everyone she passed laughing when they saw her.

Ginny couldn't believe it. She could deal with the humiliation herself seeing as it sort of came with the territory of being a Weasley but she wasn't about to allow Draco to suffer the same humiliation. She wasn't going to allow her humiliation to be put onto him. She wasn't going to allow him to become a laughing stock of the court, that was her job and after tonight he wouldn't have to worry about the shame being associated with her would bring him because she wouldn't allow it.

"I can't do this," Ginny cried once she was out on the balcony, the same balcony that Draco had brought her to earlier, the one that overlooked the marble courtyard. "I'm sorry Draco but I can't let you be brought down by my commonness. You deserve so much better than me," she cried as she wiped away her tears before trying to remove her engagement ring.

Narcissa watched her go after immediately attempting to follow the young woman, her mind argued with her heart however and pointed out that nothing Narcissa could do would help the girl her son intended to claim as his own. Turning the other way she quickly made her way to where Blaise was, keeping an eye on both where Ginny had gone and where Draco continued to follow the traditional dance with Louise. "Your Grace," she greeted as soon as she reached Blaise and he quickly glanced at her, then those around them.

"Where is..."

"The balcony, I believe it is best if my son were to join her, regardless of the activities he is otherwise occupied with."

"You want me to..." Blaise looked quickly towards the dance floor before focusing back on Narcissa.

"Well I certainly can't, besides, I need to go find her brother," she offered quietly before turning and disappearing without giving him a chance to argue.

"Bloody Malfoys are going to get me killed," Blaise muttered quietly enough so he wasn't overheard by anyone, before he set the glasses down on the tray of a server that happened to be walking by, thankfully, then after squaring his shoulders he made his way towards the couple in the centre of the dance floor.

Nodding at the other dancers he approached Louise and Draco as they finished a turn, both spotting him at the same time and they made their way towards him, acting as if they had been planning to leave the dance. "Your Majesty," Blaise inclined his head as he stopped next to them, the other dancers moving around the three.

"Monsieur," she nodded.

"Forgive my interruption, but I have need to speak with Monsieur Malfoy," he explained quietly and quickly.

"Of course," Louise nodded as she glanced at Draco, her eyes quickly looked around the room before focusing on both of them, "Good evening cousin, Monsieur le Duc," she nodded at both of them, "I pray she is well," she added so only they could hear before she turned and made her way back towards the throne and pulling the attention of the guests to her.

"What was that about? What's going on?" asked Draco curiously.

"Ginevra didn't react very well to your departure I'm afraid, your mother sent me to get some punch thinking a drink would help, instead Ginevra has taken refuge on the balcony the two of you shared earlier and your mother has gone for her brother while she sent me for you," Blaise explained quietly as he led the way through the guests who were returning to their activities now that Louise was seated once more.

"Bloody hell," Draco cursed quietly. "I was afraid of something like this."

"Go, I'll wait for your mother and William," Blaise nodded towards the closed balcony doors as they neared.

Stepping away from Blaise, Draco made his way towards the balcony, where he stepped out and closed the door behind him, not liking the sight that met his eyes.

"I can't do this…It's not fair to him…He deserves someone better…someone who isn't going to humiliate him in public…someone who knows how to act….someone who knows the proper protocols…someone…someone who's not me…" Ginny argued as she paced back and forth, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks and the blood that was slowly starting to drip from her finger as she continued to try to remove her engagement ring with little success.

"Ginny," he called gently, not wanting to scare her half to death by walking up to her.

"I can't do this…" Ginny continued, having not heard Draco at all.

"Ginny," he called louder as he moved towards her slowly.

"Why did I have to take that bloody necklace…I should know better than to take things from Mr. Malfoy…Merlin how could I be so stupid…You'll never be one of them…as good as them…You're a Weasley for Merlin's sake…"

Draco frowned at her words before he stepped up behind her and schooled his face back to a gentle expression, "Ginny?" he reached out to touch her shoulder.

Ginny was so caught up in her thoughts that she had never heard Draco come out onto the balcony nor heard him calling out to her that she was completely caught off guard when he touched her shoulder, practically jumping out of her skin for all intents and purposes, which is probably why she jumped and spun around when his hand gently landed on her shoulder. When she spun she hadn't realized how close to the railing she had been, and she had spun so quickly that she had thrown herself off balance enough to tip herself dangerously over the railing. "DRACO!" she cried out in fear when she over balanced and found herself falling over the railing, quickly grabbing onto the railing, although the hold of her left hand quickly failed due to the blood from where she had torn through the skin of her ring finger.

"Ginny!" he cried as he lunged towards the railing and grabbed her wrist, reaching out with his other hand towards her hand that couldn't get a grip on the railing.

"Oh God Draco…Don't let me go…please don't let me fall…" Ginny pleaded desperately as she tried to grab a hold of Draco's other hand.

"I won't," he countered, trying to keep his voice calm, "I'm not letting you go Ginny, but I need you to trust me."

"I trust you…Draco…my hand… it's slipping…" cried Ginny worriedly.

"I know," he nodded as he tightened his grip on her wrist before using his free hand to find his wand quickly, "Wingardium Leviosa," he cast quickly before Ginny began to float up and as soon as she was clear, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto the balcony, holding her close against him as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"Oh God Draco…" Ginny sobbed into his chest, her knees feeling like they wanted to give out on her at any given second.

A moment passed before a knock sounded on the glass doors and they opened enough to let three people through, Blaise, Narcissa, and Bill. "Ginny?" Bill asked as he moved ahead of the two nobles.

"Why is this happening to me?" questioned Ginny quietly through her tears, her voice muffled by the fact her face was buried in Draco's chest.

"What happened?" Bill asked, looking at Draco for an answer that his sister wasn't able to give at that moment.

"When I came out here looking for Ginny, she never heard me come out nor did she hear me call out to her so when I touched her it startled her and she spun a little too quickly and she was a little too close to the railing when she did so with the result that she fell over the side. Despite what our classmates may think, I'm as good a seeker as Potter, a fact I think your sister can now attest to as if it wasn't for my fast reflexes, I fear she would no longer be standing here with us," explained Draco as he continued to hold Ginny close.

"Good heavens," Narcissa held her hand to her throat, "Perhaps we should seek out a quieter place for the two of you?"

"I quite agree Mother," replied Draco, only to feel Ginny tense in his arms and bunch her hands into tight fists in the fabric of his clothes on his chest when he went to lead her back into the ballroom. "Ginny, what is it?" he asked quietly in concern, gently brushing some of her hair, which had fallen out of it's clips in her near fall, back behind her ear, before wiping away a few of her tears.

"I can't go back in there Draco…I won't go back in there…please don't make me…" Ginny pleaded quietly.

"What happened Ginger?" Bill asked softly.

"I'm already a joke…the laughing stock of the court…please don't make me face them again…"

"Is there a way we can get her someplace quiet without having her face the entire court?" asked Draco as he turned slightly to look at Bill.

"Okay," Bill nodded as he looked over at Narcissa and Blaise before focusing back on them. "I'll go down to the Courtyard and we can levitate you down to where I am. Then the three of you," he looked at Draco, Narcissa, and Blaise in turn, "Can go back into the party and any who want to leave can leave without drawing too big of a commotion. And I can get Gin to the chambers the Queen assigned to her"

"You promised you wouldn't leave me," Ginny said, not relinquishing her hold on Draco.

"Bill…"

"Gin, you can stay with me for a short period of time down in the courtyard while Draco joins us, so you won't have to go back into the ballroom."

"What chambers does she have?" asked Draco curiously as he pulled Ginny into his arms.

"The rooms next to yours according to Fleur," Bill spoke up. "The Queen thought that it might be easier for Gin to be near you since she knows you and doesn't know any of the Ladies-in-Waiting besides Fleur."

"Draco you promised you wouldn't leave me alone," Ginny pleaded quietly, desperately.

"Don't worry Gin, I'm not going to leave you alone," he swore.

"Ginevra will be perfectly fine on her own Draco," Narcissa said stepping forward toward where Draco was standing holding Ginny. "Come along child," she said taking a hold of Ginny's hand and pulling her away from Draco and towards the ballroom, causing the others to follow.

"Draco…" Ginny pleaded quietly.

"Mother…" Draco hissed, trying to get his mother to stop as they entered the ballroom, thankfully keeping to the shadows close to the walls.

"This is not the time or the place for this discussion Draconis," Narcissa snapped quietly, as she spun to face her son, forcing Ginny to stop rather suddenly as she practically ran into the older woman before Narcissa resumed her path along the wall of the ballroom. "Now then," she began, stopping once more once they were safely away from the ballroom and back in a part of the palace that seemed vaguely familiar to Ginny from earlier in the evening. "These are your rooms Ginevra," she said opening the door that stood between her and Ginny. "I suggest you get some rest. We will speak in the morning about the night's events and what is to be expected of the girl that is to be the future wife of my son and the Duchess d'Orléans."

"Draco…" Ginny began, turning towards where Draco had stopped near her.

"Come on, Ginny," Draco said putting his arm around her shoulders and starting to lead her into the room.

"Just where do you think you are going Draconis?" asked Narcissa, stopping Draco and Ginny just on the threshold of Ginny's rooms.

"With Ginny…"

"You will do no such thing," ordered Narcissa. "Couples who are not yet married do not share quarters. Not even engaged couples may do so. It is a rule that has been in place in this palace longer than many can recall and it is one that everyone who stays within these walls must abide by. Is that not right Bill?"

"I'm afraid so," Bill replied.

"Bill please," Ginny pleaded. "You don't understand…"

"I'm sorry Ginny but neither you nor Draco have a say in this," Bill sighed as he stepped towards Ginny, who instinctively stepped back further into the room, allowing Bill to reach in and close the door. "Monsieur, Madame," Bill said bidding each good night, with a slight bow towards both Draco and Narcissa before turning and making his way down the hall.

"Come Draconis," Narcissa instructed as she turned and made her way further down the hall in the opposite direction that Bill had just gone.

Draco hesitated a moment before following his mother, wanting desperately to go through the door before him, knowing deep down inside that leaving Ginny alone in a strange room in strange place was the last thing he should be doing.


The minute the door closed before her she could feel it come back, the all encompassing fear, the same fear that had taken over her earlier, only this time there was no one there to help her fight it off. Draco had promised her more than once that he wouldn't leave her and again he hadn't kept his word, he'd let his mother and her brother separate them. Didn't he understand that she didn't want to be alone?

"I can't do this…Oh Gods…he'll find me…" she mumbled as she wrung her hands worriedly as she spun around to take in her surroundings or what she could see of them in the dim light. "He always finds me when I'm alone…" she trailed off as she suddenly bolted towards the bed and ripped the blankets off and pulled them towards what she assumed was the closet, thankful when she opened the door and discovered it was indeed the closet and closed the door behind her.