Another short chapter, sorry guys. I just haven't been inspired to write too much lately and I haven't gotten very many reviews to offer inspiration.

Chapter Eight

Arthur Weasley paced around the kitchen of the Burrow, checking the clock every few minutes.

"Honestly Arthur," his wife chastised from the living room door, "you'll wear yourself out pacing like that. I'm sure that whatever it is you're waiting for will still be there if you sit down."

Arthur ignored the obvious demand that he stop pacing and continued. He hadn't said a thing to Molly about his visit with the young Malfoy. He was lost in his thoughts when someone knocked on the door.

When Arthur made no move to answer the door, or even to acknowledge that there had been a knock at all, Molly huffed and walked over to answer it. Arthur looked up, first at his wife and then to the door, when Molly walked past him. He watched as his wife opened the door and found the young Malfoy on the other side.

"Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley." Draco said politely.

Molly stared at the blond man in disbelief, unsure as to why this man, a Malfoy, would be at her home.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Draco said nervously.

All at once she regained her senses. "Mr. Malfoy. What are you doing here?"

"I-"

"It's alright, Molly." Arthur said from behind them. "Let him in."

Molly Weasley turned to look at her husband, the man who had never said a nice thing about the Malfoy family in their many years of marriage. Yet he stood now, ready to welcome this young Malfoy into their home. She wanted vehemently to deny it, to shut the door and walk away. But she resisted and stepped back, allowing him to enter.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley." he said, nodding to the older man as he entered. He turned to Molly Weasley and smiled politely. "I don't know if this is something you like," he said, pulling out a box and handing it to her, "but I believe it's custom to bring a gift when visiting the home of another. They're chocolates." He clarified, handing her the box. Arthur smiled, knowing his wife's love of sweets.

Molly took the box cautiously and set it aside. "Thank you." she said, returning his politeness. "Now-"

"Why don't we all have a seat?" Mr. Weasley interjected. "I'll pour us some coffee."

Molly turned a hard stare on him, knowing that he knew more than he was letting on. "Alright." she said.

They sat around the table as Mr. Weasley poured out three cups of coffee. Silently, he handed each of them cups and seated himself beside his wife. There was a pause which stretched awkwardly for minutes before it was finally broken.

"As I am the only one who is unaware of what exactly is going on, would either of you care to fill me in?" Mrs. Weasley said, looking from one to the other.

"Right, of course." Draco said. "Mrs. Weasley, I- uh, I wanted to speak to you because, well, I..." He took a deep breath. "I would like to marry your daughter."

Mrs. Weasley seemed to stiffen. "My daughter. Ginny? My Ginny? You want to marry my Ginny?"

"Er- yes."

"Well, that's quite impossible, I'm afraid." Mrs. Weasley said, a sudden smile lighting her face. "Ginny's going to marry Harry. She loves Harry."

Draco paled. Had she taken him back? The last time he saw her was when he stormed out of her apartment, leaving her alone with Potter. Had that been a mistake to leave them alone?

"Molly, love, Ginny isn't with Harry. You know that."

Mrs. Weasley smiled back at her husband. "They're just taking a break, that's all. Ginny's loved Harry since the day she saw him at King's Cross. She'll realize it soon enough and go back to him, you'll see."

"Mrs. Weasley, please, I love Ginevra. And she loves me."

"She's barely said two words to you. How could she possibly love you?" Molly Weasley snapped suddenly.

"Molly, it appears that she had a relationship with the young Malfoy during her sixth year." Arthur explained.

"Says who? Him? And you believe him?"

"I do, Molly. What purpose does it serve the boy to lie? If Ginny doesn't want to marry him, she's say no. It's that simple."

"And if she says yes? She's become a Malfoy! If her brothers let it get that far. When is the last time you've heard one of those boys say a single decent thing about this boy or his family?"

"Mrs. Weasley, I don't want to cause any trouble for Ginevra. But I know she wouldn't care about what her brothers think about this. She's a strong woman. She can take care of herself." Draco said. "I'm not asking you to trust me or to think of me the same way you think of Potter. I'm only asking for a chance to make Ginevra happy."

"And why should I believe that?" She snapped. "I know nothing about you."

"I-" Draco was at a loss, unsure of what to say next.

"How about dinner?" Arthur spoke up suddenly. "We'll have dinner together. Once a week for the next month. You'll have plenty of time to question the boy then, Molly."

Draco looked to the mother of the woman he loved, waiting for her response.

"Twice a week." she said. "One here, the other will be your choice. I'll want to know everything."

Draco nodded.

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