Chapter Five
"Is it about the meeting?" Ginevra asked.
Draco nodded. He looked at her intently.
"He asked who you were," she whispered.
"Why wouldn't he know who…" Draco started.
"He doesn't know that you're my boyfriend. He just thinks that you're a good friend of mine. He tried to make Harry tell him. He wouldn't though," she told him.
"Why would he want to know who your boyfriend was? Will you tell me? I know you didn't tell Potter but I want you to tell me. Please?" he said.
"Fine. How 'bout I show you instead? Would that be okay?" she asked.
"How would you show me?" he asked in confusion.
"Like this," she said.
She placed her hand over his eyes and proceeded to show him what plagues her dreams. When it came to the most recent, he gasped. When she was done, she removed her hand and looked at him.
"See what happened? That happened during my first year and he continues to plague my dreams, turning them into nightmares. Do you realise what he needs to see us for? He needs to know if we are together. I have a feeling that if he finds out that we are, he'll try to kill you, Draco. I don't want you to die. Not like that. You deserve to live to the ripe old age of at least ninety-three," she whispered as a tear slid down her face.
"Shhh. Don't cry. I won't let him do anything to me. With you by my side, nothing can touch me. You may not realise it but you are a very powerful witch. You're growing into your powers. When you feel a very strong emotion, nothing can harm you.
"Why didn't you tell me that he made you a…a Death Eater?" he asked finally.
"Because I don't want to be what he made me. I was young and naïve and yes I have a mean streak about a mile wide, but that doesn't mean that I want to have this horrible fate. I never did," she cried.
"Shhh. It'll be all right. It'll all turn out right. I was made one at the end of my fourth year. I didn't want it either. I still don't. It is fate beyond our control. Anyway, I've come to give you the information about the meeting. It will be on the last day of August. My father has sent an owl regarding your stay at the Malfoy Manor for the last week of the summer holidays. It should arrive here tomorrow. I will have the house elves prepare you a room in the colour of your choice. I believe that your favourite colour is green, unless I'm much mistaken. You will receive other information upon your arrival at the Manor. I look forward to seeing you in less than a week. I really do cherish the fact that you agreed to be my girlfriend. I love you more than you know. Goodnight, milady," Draco said softly. He kissed her before heading out to the garden to Apparate home.
"I wonder what they're talking about," Harry said to Charlie.
"I don't know. I wish I did, though. Maybe we could get some of Fred and George's Extendable Ears and listen in. What do you say? Care to snoop in our younger sister's business?" Charlie asked slyly.
"Sure," Harry agreed.
They went to get a pair of Extendable Ears from the dynamic troublemakers.
"Well, here goes nothing," they said at the same time.
When they put the device in their ears, they expected to hear something come from the kitchen. They noticed that the Ears didn't go anywhere near the door.
"Damn! They put an imperturbable charm on the room!" Charlie exclaimed.
"It must have been very important to have to go to the extremes for privacy," Harry stated.
"What are you boys doing up so late?" Mrs. Weasley asked, sleepily.
"We were uh… um… we were trying to listen to what Ginny and Draco were talking about. But it seems that they put an imperturbable charm on the door. What are you doing?" Charlie said.
"I heard you swearing. How many times have I told you not to swear in my household? And why are you trying to eaves drop? You leave them alone. I gave Mr. Malfoy permission to Apparate in at any time if he needs to speak with Ginny. If it is so important that they place an imperturbable charm on the door, then you don't need to try to listen in. You shouldn't even be trying to do that in the first place, you two! Quit acting like children and leave them alone," she snapped.
Charlie looked at his mum in scandalised surprise.
"Mum! We're only looking out for our sister! We are not children," Charlie scowled.
"If you're not children, then prove it to me. Stop acting like you're a five-year-old again. You remind me of the time you would try to sneak into my room to find out what your Christmas presents were! Stop acting like you did then and start acting like the grown up dragon trainer you are!" she snapped again.
"Yes, mum," Charlie said sullenly.
Just then, Ginevra came out of the kitchen.
"Mum! What are you doing up? And why is Charlie looking like someone called him on a bluff?" she asked.
"Hello, honey. I woke up when Charlie swore. I just called him a child because he and Harry were trying to listen in on your conversation. He's just affronted that I called him a five-year-old at Christmas time. What did Mr. Malfoy need to talk to you about?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I can't tell you. It's very private and I promised that I wouldn't say a word about anything. Sorry, mum," Ginevra said.
"That's quite all right, dear. Just go on back upstairs and get to sleep. I daresay you have a big day tomorrow, right Charlie?" Mrs. Weasley hinted with a twinkle in her eye.
"Mum! Hush! She'll find out tomorrow. Now that she has some idea that something is going to happen, she won't rest until she finds out! Go to bed mum. You're tired. Come on, vixen. You get to bed too," Charlie said to Ginevra.
"Charlie! What's going to happen tomorrow? Tell me or I won't go to bed! I mean it!" she snapped.
"You'll find out in the morning. Now go to sleep or you'll never find out," Charlie chided.
"Fine. There'll be hell to pay, though," she scowled.
After Charlie shooed her into her room and shut the door, she crawled into bed and went to sleep.