Title: Call Me Ginevra
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own any characters except those you can't research on the lexicon and aren't mentioned in the books. The plot is my own. Any resemblances to other plots are pure coincidence. Think about it this way, great minds think alike.
Full Summary: The war has the Weasley's worried about poor little Ginny. After checking her resources McGonagall claims she has the best caretaker for Ginny. Too bad it turns out to be Narcissa Malfoy. While at Malfoy Manor Ginny faces growing up, a strict regiment and Draco on a day-to-day basis. Can Ginny and Draco brave the unknowns of friendship? Will the buds of relationship form? What will Harry do when he finds out that only Ginny holds the key to defeating Voldemort?
Pairings: Draco/Ginny (I guess this sort of answers the "buds of relationship" question in the summary, huh?)
Rating: Eventually M, but pace yourself. (I will give fare warning of the chapters which that rating applies.)
Chapter Note: Remember that this fic is NOT compliant with the books past HBP. This means that those who died according to DH are still living per my wishes. Also, some characters were beaten into the holes I wished to fit them in, this means they may not be the characters you remember and may not act how they would have in accordance to the HP books.
In other news, this chapter has an extreme importance to the entire story because I am providing POV's of other characters outside of Ginny and the infrequent Draco check-in. It is vitally important to your understanding of the plot to read what I have written in these different POV's. Also, I have used material from HP book 6 in Narcissa's scene, please keep in mind that if there are any likenesses, it is because I am directly quoting the book. Because it would take too long to cite every single sentence I used, please feel more than free to pull out your copy of HBP and flip to Chapter 2 when reading the italicized memories.
Many of you love Laurent, which is good because it keeps you from hunting me down for putting someone in Draco's stead. But alas, not all good things last. This IS a Draco/Ginny fic. For any of you out there willing to take the challenge, if you ask I'll let you borrow Laurent if you want to write your own fic about him .
Author's Note: I'd better get some massive lovin' reviews for this chapter.
Chapter Twenty: Return
Ginny was dazing during lessons again. She was inexplicably joyous and her thoughts couldn't sit still. After the nearly midnight rendezvous she had had with Laurent, they had decided it best to keep things slow, simple and on the lesser physical side: snogging mostly, not much more. They still spent nearly every waking moment together when Ginny wasn't in lessons and Laurent wasn't with Lucius. Things had fallen into a nice routine before they had begun their fledgling relationship and they did little to alter it.
Ginny had found herself entirely too happy with Laurent, but also entirely too uncaring to do anything about it. They went around, discussing intimate details of each other's lives, professing their love for things like colors and books and artists.
Ginny came to realize just how attached she had gotten to Laurent when they had lunch with the Parkinsons. Pansy's mother nearly had a heart attack upon seeing Laurent and stayed red and thin-lipped through the whole meal. Apparently she hadn't figured Ginny could become involved with someone like him. Well, Ginny had thought, he did come off as someone more of Pansy's style. But Ginny was the one who won his heart and affections which made her heart swell with pride. But the thought of someone supposing that Laurent belonged with someone else still made her body tingle with jealousy.
She had plenty of time to gloat in her newfound relationship though, when for a month she was in France with Claire and Laurent. She had left only two weeks after her invitation and spent thirty glorious days with her hands covered in dirt and her lips covered by Laurent's. It was all extremely romantic for her. She had arrived with flourish, Claire's house elves running rampant to ensure she had everything she needed. Laurent spared no time in showing her absolutely every nook and cranny in the place, and displayed just how well two bodies could remain hidden from passing house elves or other workers.
At nights he would take her by the hand and walk her around the grounds. They were by no means as floral as the Malfoy's but they were still beautiful. There were fields of trimmed grass criss-crossed with walkways, a maze (which they 'accidentally' got lost in for almost an hour), and a wall of trimmed hedges around the outside. Laurent had the good grace to take her horseback riding and offer to stop once Ginny nearly fell off for the eighth time, and they had had a picnic.
It was her last night there that stood out so amazingly in her mind. The French skyline had been streaked with lavenders and pinks from the sunset and there had been a cool breeze against her back. She and Laurent stood up on one of the many balconies looking over the estate, elbows poised on the banister and chest pressed against her forearms. She slowly felt Laurent's lips against her ear, leaving butterfly light kisses there.
It was momentarily disturbing to her how warm her face got and how much she wanted to swoon like the common socialite, but instead she turned to him and their lips met for a moment. He pulled away, eyes dazzling her as the shadow from inside the house and the light from the setting sun met across his face causing him to glow. He had told her that it was ridiculous for him to assume so, but he had hoped she felt the same way about him as he did about her.
Nervousness hit her then, she wasn't ready for another "I love you" incident and didn't want to be rushed into it in the middle of a French countryside she couldn't runaway in. Carefully she had asked what he meant and he simply smiled, draped his arm around her waist, and kissed her forehead. "That I hope you get these butterflies in your stomach when I touch you, because I know it seems like I'm falling through the air when you touch me." He had said.
Accepting that declaration of at least attraction, she nodded and they divulged in other activities that required little talking. "Ginevra Weasley."
Ginny's head snapped back to where Narcissa had one pristine eyebrow raised, her forefinger and thumb gripping the corner of her glasses so they rested on the very tip of her nose. Ginny almost felt the blood rushing to her face like it was made out of pudding. "I-I'm sorry." She muttered, before bending her head back down to the book in her lap. She couldn't be sure, and she wouldn't dare risk getting caught not studying again, but she swore she heard Narcissa chuckle.
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The wood in the fireplace cracked and hissed as the flames ate it, burned it away, and turned it into smoke which floated into nonexistence. Sitting in a large wingback chair Lucius Malfoy tapped one slender finger lazily against his glass of firewhiskey. His throat burned, not necessarily from the heated liquid, but from the new urge to swiftly bring things together. They seemed to have fallen into place by themselves, which pleased him immensely, in fact they required little help on his part at all.
His silver eyes flicked back to the fireplace where just moments before he'd had an in-depth conversation with the current Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. Yes, plans were falling into place beautifully for him. One might think that dabbling in the Dark Lord's business to suit your own needs was risky, but Lucius found it pragmatic. Voldemort would certainly understand that keeping the Malfoy house under careful control and the company they kept cleverly misguided as to the truth behind the closed doors was ultimately in his best interest. If Lucius Malfoy, one of his own most prominent and most trusted followers was in the news every other day for this or that it would be distracting to the cause.
And the cause ruled all. Lucius knew this and had made sacrifices based on it. There had many times where his own life or that of his family could have been quickly snuffed out for the cause, but it hadn't wound up that way. The Dark Lord would protect him and his family, would protect his land and his legend and for that he was in debt to Voldemort above anyone else.
However, and it was only prudent, that Lucius didn't trust him at all. He knew from experience that the Dark Lord would just as easily kill one of his own men as the aurors would. And for this Lucius made sure that where the Dark Lord walked, he walked closely behind, leaving his own trail in the wake of his master. Should the Dark Lord turn on him, there would be plans in place that could potentially save even the life of his beloved wife and son. And of course, Lucius would be saved most of all.
Sipping his whiskey, he let the burning consume him as it often did, his body relaxing beneath the gentle touch of intoxication. His carefully spun web had been snagged almost a year ago when his foolish wife had brought that Weasley girl into their home. Lucius was only grateful he had been away at the time or two almost unidentifiable bodies would have been found on Malfoy Manor and Narcissa and Ginevra nowhere to be found.
A smile painfully tried to draw itself upon his features but he was not used to this and it contorted his face into a maniacal smirk. How clever his Narcissa was, though. Once he'd returned home he'd had a long talk with her, filling himself first with her body, then punishing her well for taking on this charge without his consent. He'd later found, though, that she thought far more ahead than he which had caused him to give her another punishment. It was more directed towards his lack of foresight but she was a willing victim for him.
He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. The Weasley's were practically extinct from what both the Death Eaters and Dumbledore's pathetic Order reported, and this Ginevra was the last of her pureblooded family. He cursed his blindness for weeks on end after his wife pointed out that generations without a witch in a family could cause a build up of magical energy, and what power could this Ginevra Weasley wield should she be carefully educated in the ways of the Dark Lord's followers?
She had slowly become an essential piece to the mission, the cause. With her in the ranks of the Death Eaters (and Lucius was sure with due time she could easily rise to rival the positions of McNair and Rookwood) there would be a surge of magic and power that the Dark Lord could have at his disposal.
But the way things had been going about were far too slow for Lucius. He'd had to push things along, gathering up his fellow Death Eaters at dinner partings and balls to influence her and measure her. Ginevra had of course gotten rave reviews in the ranks, each Death Eater who'd met her demanding that she be turned as swiftly as possible. And once the Dark Lord had heard of this news, Lucius had been called to his side and charged with that exact task.
Moreover, he'd been praised for having the intelligence to bring her in, to start the process that would have her on bended knee before the Dark Lord. And this was the most precious gift of all for Lucius. Bellatrix Lestrange, his wife's deranged sister had long since been the Dark Lord's right hand. Many thought his lover, for sure. And Lucius had hated that such a viper of a woman could possibly have surpassed him in the eyes of his own master.
Next, surprisingly enough, had been Severus. This, Lucius did not mind quite so much until the Dark Lord had sent him deep in the Order encampment. He'd been there for quite some time now and Lucius had begun to grow suspicious of where his loyalties truly were.
Lucius had remained third in command, per se, in the eyes of the Dark Lord. And now, bringing in Ginevra Weasley and making her part of his plan, and succeeding, was the key to moving up. The importance of winning her for the Dark Lord was so great, in fact, that he had rearranged plans he'd set in place in his own home in order to accommodate her. What he was keen on the most, though, was that they had all fallen into place like feathers on the ground. There was no strenuous work on his part and it seemed he may do very little at all to gain her confidence.
It'd been pure coincidence, for instance, that he had been the one to happen upon that idiot Zabini boy molesting her in the hallway. Before he wouldn't have thought twice about it and continued on his way, but this was the perfect chance to show her that he could be trusted. Well, that she should think she trusted him.
Downing the last of the whiskey, he poured himself another glass. Oh how beautiful life was when everything was so tightly woven and in place…
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Ginny stepped into the hall from her bedroom, smoothing out the creases in her dress. She'd been invited to go to the Ministry with Lucius and Laurent to meet someone who Lucius found of great importance. Ginny shivered at the thought, but wasn't able to turn it down. Narcissa had pulled her aside later, running over all she should know for her trip. Not just manners and etiquette, but the quickest exits in the Ministry depending on where she was.
It was then that Ginny had realized that she would be in the hands of Lucius Malfoy that day, and would have to trust him not to kill her or turn her over to the Death Eaters.
Lucius had requested she dress appropriately for the event, and that was something Ginny had no idea how to do. What was appropriate to meet whoever it was she was supposed to? And how could she tell what was appropriate in the eyes of Lucius Malfoy of all people? She'd run through her wardrobe for an hour after her morning lessons with Narcissa and settled on a navy jumper and black slacks. It was odd to her now, to wear slacks, but the thought of being anywhere in public with Lucius in a dress made her nauseous.
She met Laurent at the bottom of the staircase in the foyer and they kept their voices low while waiting for Lucius. He emerged from upstairs only a few minutes later and they left. Ginny had expected them to floo, but instead they apparated, Ginny side-along apparating with Laurent. With a noisy pop and the familiar pull at her stomach, Ginny felt the floor of the Ministry building beneath her feet and heard the swell of voices that accompanied the atrium. Opening her eyes, however, she saw that they were in a balcony overlooking the atrium, someplace she never knew to exist.
"Lucius!" She heard a rough voice call from behind them. Laurent's arms were still firmly wrapped around her waist and she panicked momentarily that they would be reprimanded for the rather public display of affection. Laurent swiftly released her though, and they both turned to find a large red-haired man approaching them from a desk. "Laurent, my boy!" He added, seeing Laurent and taking his hand after shaking Lucius'.
The man, Ginny realized, was Rufus Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic. Just as she thought his name he set his eyes on her, she could tell they were judging and measuring her. "Welcome, Miss Weasley, come in, come in." He said, his tone of voice much more in control than it had previously been. They followed him into the more private office and he shut the doors to the balcony behind them. Removing her robe, she sat with Lucius and Laurent in the chairs provided across from him at the desk.
"I was pleased that you had the time to meet us, Rufus." Lucius nodded his head formally.
Scrimgeour took his seat opposite a large wooden desk that Ginny thought must've weighed a hundred pounds, and folded his hands on the desktop. "Of course, of course. I'm always glad to make time with today's youth." He turned his eyes back to Ginny and, had she been a cat for instance, she would've puffed up twice her normal size and sunk back into her haunches.
Smiling weakly, she let Lucius do the talking. "Indeed. As you know Miss Weasley has only come to live with us since just recently but I feel she's an asset to the wizarding community."
Ginny wasn't aware Lucius thought such things, but she wasn't going to disagree with him about anything at this point. At that point Scrimgeour turned his eyes once more to Ginny and she had that undeniable feeling that he was somehow calculating her measurements, how tall she was, who she was, what she could do magically etc. And as if she needed proof he parted his lips and said, "So Ginevra, you're the daughter of the late Arthur and Molly Weasley, correct?"
Ginny nodded.
"And you were the only girl in how many generations?"
Ginny was a bit frightened by where this line of questioning might be going but answered all the same. "Several, we're not entirely sure but it's somewhere around thirteen."
Srimgeour grinned, crossing and interlocking his fingers and leaning back in his chair. "You know, Ginevra, magic passes from family member to family member. The stronger the ancestors, the stronger the children." Ginny nodded in understanding. "However, it also requires balance. This is why many wizarding families will find that if added up the amount of male and female children are usually extraordinarily close. Do you understand?" She nodded again. "Very good." His smile widened.
Ginny felt her body beginning to grow cold under his gaze and wondered if it was just the room or her instincts kicking in. She always had an odd manner of telling when things were taking a turn for the possibly harmful, and this seemed to be one of those times. She was trapped though. Behind her was a long fall to the atrium of the Ministry and Lucius was sitting not three feet from her. She couldn't bare to think of the punishment she may incite if she didn't do what he expected of her, especially in front of the Minister.
"You see, you are a very unique individual." Scrimgeour continued, drawing Ginny's attention back to the way his eyes seemed like they were trying to drill into her soul. "It is uncommon that a family doesn't balance out the magic between genders, so in such cases as these when all of a sudden a family, for instance, has a girl…" He trailed off shrugging lightly, a bushy eyebrow rising up. "Well, let's just say you've been destined for some fairly spectacular things. Be happy Lucius was willing to take you in. It's the best place you could have hoped for."
Ginny, Lucius, and Laurent apparated out of the office an hour later. The conversation never had returned to her, instead it was focused on Lucius' business endeavors overseas at which point Ginny tuned out. She however, never could shake the feeling that they were gauging her, measuring her even in her silence. When they went to the balcony to leave Ginny looked back and saw Scrimgeour's eyes on her once more as she felt the familiar tug in her gut. The feeling of unrest would stay with her the rest of the day.
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Narcissa ran her thin fingers through her hair as she sat slouched over her desktop. She was exhausted with worry. The idea of Ginny and Rufus Scrimgeour being in the same room together was making her stomach squirm and she was fearfully cold, although this could also be a side effect of being so connected with Ginny. She could only thank the heavens though that she felt no harm had come to her charge. No, she was not just her charge anymore. In truth it was as if Narcissa had adopted Ginny Weasley in reality, not just for show.
She had been surprised when Minerva had asked to see her all those months ago. She had sent an owl ahead of time and Narcissa had met her in a small tavern somewhere just inside a small Muggle town. They had exchanged information in hushed voices, always aware of the risk of the two being in public together, but in truth there was no place safer. Not to say public was safe, but the likelihood of a Death Eater wandering into a Muggle bar and recognizing them was low.
Minerva had brought up Ginny casually, as if it would have been no large feat at all for Narcissa to find a way for this girl to be welcomed into her home. At first Narcissa blatantly refused. She was in no position to deal with both Lucius and Draco when it came to this girl, and she wouldn't take the risk of being caught letting a self-proclaimed Harry Potter supporter under her roof in times like these.
"Remember, Narcissa. Remember what we did for you though." Minerva had said.
And now, bent over her desk near tears at the thought of her only son being tortured into a Death Eater and her newly found surrogate child trapped in a room with someone who was more dangerous than anyone would first guess, she remembered clearly.
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Narcissa hurried up a street named Spinner's End, over which the towering mill chimney seemed to hover like a giant admonitory finger. Her footsteps echoed on the cobbles as she passed boarded and broken windows, until she reached the very last house, where a dim light glimmered through the curtains in a downstairs room. She knocked on the door and wrapped her arms around herself, protecting her thin form from the biting wind.
After a few seconds, she heard movement behind the door and it opened a crack. A sliver of a man could be seen looking out at her, a man with long black hair parted in curtains around a sallow face and black eyes. Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale that she seemed to shine in the darkness; the long blonde hair streaming down her back gave her the look of a drowned person.
"Narcissa!" said the man, opening the door a little wider so the light fell upon her. "What a pleasant surprise!"
"Severus," she said in a strained whisper. "May I speak to you? It's urgent."
"But of course." He stood back to allow her to pass him into the house. She followed him into a tiny sitting room which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.
Snape gestured Narcissa to the sofa. She threw off her cloak, cast it aside, and sat down, staring at her white and trembling hands clasped in her lap. "So what can I do for you?" Snape asked, settling himself in the armchair across from her.
"We… we are alone, aren't we?" Narcissa asked quietly.
"Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?" He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen. "As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests," said Snape lazily.
The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right which looked as thought it was encased in a bright silver glove. "Narcissa!" He said in a squeaky voice. "How charming-"
"If you don't mind, Wormtail, Narcissa and I have some important business to attend to. You may turn in for the night if you wish." There was no question in Snape's comment as he twirled his wand casually in his fingers. Wormtail hesitated for a moment, looking as though he might argue, but then turned and headed through the same hidden door.
"Severus, I'm sorry to come here like this, but I had to see you. I think you are the only one who can help me-"
Snape held up a hand to stop her, then pointed his wand again at the concealed staircase door. There was a loud bang and squeal, followed by the sound of Wormtail scurrying back up the stairs "My apologies," said Snape. "He has lately taken to listening at doors, I don't know what he means by it… You were saying Narcissa?"
She took a great shuddering breath and started again. "Severus I know I ought not to be here, I have been told to say nothing to anyone but I think you are the only who can help me. I have nowhere else to turn. Lucius is in jail and…" She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped from beneath her eyelids. "The Dark Lord has forbidden me to speak of it," Narcissa continued, her eyes still closed. "He wishes none to know of the plan."
Snape cleared his throat and Narcissa's eyes opened, watching him cautiously. "It so happens that I know of the plan," he said in a low voice. "I am one of the few the Dark Lord has told. Nevertheless, had I not been in on the secret, Narcissa, you would have been guilty of great treachery to the Dark Lord. You must be more careful." His voice conveyed none of the menace and anger it should have as he frowned deeply at her.
"I thought you must know about it." Her eyes sank to the floor. "I know of your involvement, of your alliances. I… I can't say I share the same luxury Severus, but I dearly wished to tell you and hoped you could help me."
Severus nodded slowly. "What help do you require, Narcissa? If you are imagining I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there is no hope, none at all."
"Severus," she whispered, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "My son… my only son…" She pressed the palm of her shaking hand to her forehead. "Bella tells me to be proud." She ground out bitterly. "Oh, but I cannot. Even when Draco flaunts his duty like it's a prize in front of his father's friends it's because he is sixteen and has no idea what lies in store! Why Severus? Why my son? It is too dangerous! This is vengeance for Lucius' mistake I know it!"
Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her. His stoic expression began to fall as Narcissa gasped for air across from him. He and Narcissa had been good friends in school, outside of Lilly Potter she had been one of the only people to bother carrying on a conversation with him. It pained him to see her like this.
"That's why he's chosen Draco. To punish Lucius. And if he succeeds he'll be honored above all the others but he won't! How can he when even the Dark Lord himself…" She trailed off, fighting for air to reach her lungs.
"Severus… please… You are, you have always been, Draco's favorite teacher, you're my old friend, I beg of you…" She crumpled, falling at his feet, sobbing and moaning on the floor. "My only son… my only son…"
Snape knew Narcissa, knew her breeding and her pride and her dignity and for it watching her grovel was like watching an angel forced to humiliate itself for the sake of the greater good. His heart wrenched in his chest. "Narcissa that's enough."
She quieted a little.
"It might be possible… for me to help Draco."
She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge. "Severus- oh Severus- you would help him? Would you look after him, see he comes to no harm?"
"I can try."
"If you are there to protect him… Severus, will you swear it? Will you make the Unbreakable Vow?"
Snape's expression was blank, unreadable. "Narcissa, you must listen to me."
And then the plan was hatched. Of course, Narcissa later found out that it was unnecessary to even cast the Unbreakable Vow. Snape had already been chosen by Dumbledore himself to complete the task, but on that night Narcissa had pledged her allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix, gladly revoked her place under the burden of keeping up with the Death Eaters. She had always been so sickly as a child and so ill after she and Lucius wed that Voldemort had never deemed fit to fashion her with a Dark Mark.
It was ironic that what was killing her inevitably saved her life that night for the oath she made would have made its way to Voldemort's ears no longer than light travels that night and the game would have been up. And so, Snape killed Dumbledore, Draco was spared using an Unforgivable, and Narcissa was left with a debt to pay. Ginny Weasley's safety had become the price.
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It had been nearly a week since Ginny's visit to the Ministry with Lucius and Laurent, six days to be exact. She remembered this with remarkable clarity as she adjusted her earrings, for that day was June first and that night was the Summer Ball. This meant a number of things to Ginny, one was the two month anniversary of Ginny and Laurent's rather functional and happy relationship. The other was that Draco would be returning home that night.
She had mixed emotions about seeing him. She wanted to talk to him, make sure the air was clear between them so he may go on and be with whomever it was he was with, and that she and Laurent could proceed in the way they had been going. She didn't know what to expect out of Draco, she wasn't entirely sure whether he would insist she go through a waiting period after the breakup in order to mourn the loss of his presence in her life, or whether he would be less petty and let her just move on.
She smoothed her hands over the dark emerald gown that hung on her curves. The fabric shined and swished as she walked down the candlelit hallway to the staircase. Narcissa had insisted upon Ginny enjoying the evening and relieved her of hostess-ing duties for the night. Ginny was glad of this, she'd rather not have to shake hands with Draco and his new girlfriend if she could avoid it. At least until it was on her own terms.
She made her way down the staircase in the foyer and found Narcissa in the study. "Are you sure you won't be needing me at the door tonight?" She asked. Narcissa looked up from some papers she had been turning through and smiled.
"I'll be fine, just enjoy yourself tonight." She nodded Ginny's dismissal and Ginny turned to the foyer and continued to the ballroom. There was a slight intake of breath as she saw the ballroom for the first time that night fully decorated. Inside the ceiling had been striped with fairy lights and the doors to the garden were open. Smiling to herself she walked across the empty room, her footsteps echoing behind her, and stepped out into the fresh night air.
Across the garden fairy lights had been adorned on selected flowers and bushes, guiding whoever would like to take a tour of Ginny's hard work. She bent down, fingers trailing over the petals of a gorgeous bloom.
"It's nowhere near as beautiful as you look tonight, Ginevra." She heard Laurent's voice from behind her. Standing, she turned, a smile on her face. He was leaning against the trunk of a tree, suit open and robe on a bench nearby.
"You don't look too bad yourself." She said quietly. Stepping towards each other they met halfway and enjoyed a kiss. Parting, he wrapped his arm smoothly around her waist and picked up his robe.
"The room is starting to fill, should we make our entrance?"
Ginny nodded and they walked back to the ballroom with barely an inch between them. He stepped away from her, offering his hand at the step up into the room and followed behind her. As she took an offered glass of champagne she turned to watch the guests enter. Laurent touched her back lightly, telling her he needed to speak with someone a moment. Nodding she received a kiss on her cheek.
She smiled and sipped at her champagne. When she turned back to the entrance of the room she was met by a silver colored gaze which left her stomach in her feet and her heart somewhere below her ribcage. There stood Draco with his sleeves rolled up sporting a Dark Mark and Pansy Parkinson on his arm.