Chapter Five
Summary: Ginny is a student healer and when she is on work experience Draco Malfoy needs some healing.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter world created by J.K. Plot is mine.
Warning: You are awesome!
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Today was Ginny's day off. Instead of doing something useful with it…she had to spend it with her family. Usually, she wouldn't mind catching up with her family, but lately Ginny's life had been somewhat hectic.
In the last week Ginny had caught her Boyfriend cheating on her (in their bed, no less), been accused by the press of cheating on said boyfriend for one year with Draco Malfoy (her family's enemy) and finally, was apparently pregnant with Malfoy's spawn.
Ginny's apartment had been staked out by reporters for three days straight. They even followed her to work, where the burly security guards had to use magic to control the crowds.
As Ginny apparated to the front gate of her parents run down home, affectionately named The Burrow, she was shocked to find at least twenty waiting reporters who were quite excited when they saw her and began snapping away.
Ginny was still not use to all this extra press, and was not use to dealing with it by her self. Quite frankly, someone screaming 'Slut' can be a little unnerving.
Behind the safety of the closed front door, Ginny drew in a shaky breath.
"Darling? Is that you? Hurry in sweetheart! You are the last one here," Mrs. Weasley called. Of course, thought Ginny as she checked her watch which read 1308, being eight minutes late was a sin!
Ginny had chosen a black V-neck knitted style top with jeans, making her look very classy. After smoothing down her curly hair, Ginny prepared for the inevitable barrage of questions from her family.
The house was eerily quiet, which made Ginny think that her afternoon would be anything but pleasant.
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"What the hell is MALFOY doing here?" Ginny screeched.
"We thought we should invite your new Boyfriend home."
"Geeh! Thanks Mum. He is not even my friend. No! Don't start feeding him, because then he will never go!" Mrs. Weasley had a habit of taking pity on anything in sight, and feeding it, as apparently most living things were 'too small' and needed feeding. Ginny grabbed the glass out of Malfoy's hand and pulled the plate away from him.
"Darling! Me and your charming brother, RON-alld, were just having a lovely chat. Won't you join me?" Ron was anything but charming, evident in the fact that Draco had risen from the table to help assist Ginny to her seat while he sat in his own chair with a thunderous glare burned on his face.
"Piss off you ugly fucker!" Even Ginny was shocked at the words that tumbled from her mouth, and her hands flew up to cover her mouth.
"Sorry Mum!"
"I don't care if you're sorry! To your room! NOW!" As Ginny marched up the steps she was followed by Mrs. Weasley hitting her bottom with a tea towel. "The trash from your mouth young lady. Anyone would think you were raised in a sewer! And in front of a guest! I am so ashamed! You can have ten minutes time out. I want you to think about your awful behavior! Such a disgrace!"
"Mum! Come on! It was MALFOY! The guy is an absolute dick!"
"Ginny! Your mouth is making me unhappy! I am warning you. I will come and get you in ten minutes."
"Mum…come on! I am twenty-two. Don't you think I am a little old to be having a time out?"
"We had better make it twenty-two minutes then. I remember now. The rule was one minute for every year of your age. I tell you Ginny, that mouth will be the death of you. I will be back."
Ginny was shocked. Her own mother had sent her to her room, and was currently downstairs entertaining one of the most insufferable male species to ever walk this Earth. What was the world coming to?
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After checking her watch and estimating she had a safe fifteen minutes to sneak out her window to the kitchen to do some spying and be able to get back upstairs in time for her mothers return, Ginny kicked off her high heels and climbed out her window.
After nearly falling twice, Ginny remembered that she in fact a licensed witch who was old enough to apparate, making the task off getting to the ground a lot easier.
Crouching at the window all Ginny could hear was laughing. What the hell? This was her family! Why was Malfoy laughing? Maybe he cursed them all…after all, who would find anything coming from the dreadful man funny?
It seemed that the boy wonder still was welcome in her family's home, despite cheating on their only daughter. Maybe her family was under an imperious spell? Why else would they still invite Harry to family lunch and be laughing like old chums with a deatheaters son?
"Hi Gin-bug. What are doing?"
"SHHH. Man, are u freaken retarded or something?" She whispered, and pulled Harry, roughly, so that he was sitting on the floor. "And don't you dare call me anything but Miss. Weasley. I will call you … dickhead."
"You can be such a Nazi sometimes, Miss. Weass-ley" Harry said rubbing his sore bottom.
"A what-zi?"
"Ginny? Is that you outside?"
"Oh shit! Thanks a lot Harry!" Ginny whispered as she attempted to quickly climb the drain pipe to get back up to her room before she was found outside. It seemed that she was not as agile as she once was. Losing her footing, Ginny couldn't get a good enough grip and then proceeded to fall…
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The drop was in slow motion, and she remembered thinking, 'Oh fuck,' and then the awful feeling of your stomach dropping.
Being caught in Malfoy's arms was not that comfortable at all. As a huge fan of romance novels, Ginny had read about some pretty spectacular falls where the hero would catch the heroin safely and comfortably in his arms.
There was no feeling of euphoria, instead a huge pain in Ginny's back and her head hurt quite a lot. Malfoy seemed to be in a lot of pain to, judging by his screwed up face.
"Where did you come from?" Ginny was planning to say something rude…instead she sounded all breathless.
"Ahh…"
"Put me down!" Ginny screamed as she seemed to gain normal thought back.
Instead, Malfoy kissed her.
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Hello. Well I am letting the characters do there own thing. I really have no idea how a Malfoy ended up in a Weasley home.