I managed to finish another chapter already. The ideas were just swimming there so I was really feeling up to writing today. I tried to make it good. So I hope you guys like it. Here it is:

Chapter Eleven

"Sorry I'm late." Draco said when the door of the Burrow opened. "I had a few last minute errands to finish."

"That's alright dear. Come in, come in." Mrs. Weasley said.

Draco smiled as he walked past her, into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley had come to like him, and he her, over the past month of dinners. Ron and Hermione were already there, seated at the table. He took his normal seat next to Hermione. "As I said, sorry I'm late."

"Can't even be on time." Ron muttered under his breath, though not quiet enough, as Mrs. Weasley quickly shot him a glaring stare. The look quieted him for the time being.

"I know that we had planned on having dinner next weekend," Draco said when there was a break in the conversation. "but-"

"You can't just go changing plans!" Ron shot at him.

"Hush, Ronald." Hermione scolded.

"Er, right, thanks." Draco said, nodding to her. "But, if you all have an open schedule, I would propose lunch. I know a nice place and it isn't far from the pitch."

"The pitch? Which pitch?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"The Chudley Cannons pitch. I found my way to some tickets for this week's game. I thought it might be a nice change from our normal dinner."

"A Quidditch match! What a lovely idea!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "We haven't been to a match in years."

Draco looked around. "Is that a yes then?"

All eyes turned to Ron. "A Chudley Cannons match?" he said. "I suppose that would be alright."

Ginny sank into the booth at The Leaky Cauldron. Alone again, she thought to herself. So many times she had been here before. This, however, was the first time she had ordered alcohol with her meal.

"Gin?" asked a familiar, deep voice.

She looked up from her glass. "Neville?" she said, amazed by his change in appearance. "Is it really you?"

"Sure is Gin!" Neville replied. "It's been a while."

Ginny jumped up, flinging her arms around his neck. "It has been. It's so good to see you!" she said, "Would you like to join me?"

Neville grinned and took a seat in her booth. "What brings you to The Leaky Cauldron all alone?"

Ginny shrugged. "Everyone else is busy. Bill's with Fleur and their baby. Percy's just gotten engaged to his girlfriend. George has the shop. And I don't know what exactly Ron and Hermione are up to. But they made it clear they were too busy for me tonight."

"Well, lucky for me then, huh?" Neville laughed. "So how have you been? How's Ron and Harry and Hermione?"

"Ron's fine. And Hermione. I think Ron's fixing to ask her to marry him." she told him.

"He hasn't yet? Probably should get a move on it."

"Tell me about it. If he waits any longer, she might find someone better."

Neville laughed. "How's Harry, then? And you, how are you?"

Ginny got quiet, taking a large swig from her glass. "A lot has been going on, Neville." she said after a while.

"Anything you wanna share? Always happy to help."

She thought about it. Could she tell Neville? Ginny wondered. How would he react? He wasn't any fonder of Draco than the others.

"Come on Gin, you can tell me."

"I- I don't know." She sighed. "Maybe. But Harry and the others hate me because of it. What if you do too?"

"I'm not going to hate you. I couldn't hate you."

She hesitated still. "Do you want to come over? Back to my place? I'd rather not talk about it out in the open."

"Sure." Neville agreed, standing. "Come on."

Ginny closed the door to her apartment. "Can I get you anything to drink?" she offered. "I've got some butterbeers in the fridge."

"I'll never make it back to The Leaky Cauldron if I have anything more to drink." he laughed.

"Well you're welcome to the couch." she offered. "It's not much, but it should be comfortable enough."

"Thanks but I don't want to intrude." he said. "Anyways, why don't you tell me what's going on?"

"Right, well-" She didn't know where to begin. "I.. Neville, I'm engaged to Malfoy."

"Engaged?"

"Yes-er, well, I was. I'm not sure now. We had a bit of a fight."

"To Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes."

Neville plunked down onto the couch. "You know, I think I might have that butterbeer after all." he said.

Ginny went to the kitchen and returned with two bottles.

"Okay, so go ahead then. From the beginning."

"It's a bit of a long story." she said.

"So give me the short version. How did this happen? When did it start?"

"Hogwarts. My fifth year."

"Blimey Gin. That was ages ago!" Neville exclaimed. "Hold on, weren't you dating Harry that year?"

She nodded. "But I wasn't with Draco then. Not like that. We just- talked."

"You talked to Malfoy? About what?"

"Just stuff. He needed someone to talk to. He didn't have anyone."

"I recall a couple of oafs who followed him around quite a bit."

"You know they only followed him because he's a Malfoy." she defended. "Anyhow, nothing happened that year. We started seeing each other the next year."

"The year Harry left."

"Yes." she confirmed. "I was alone. I felt rejected. Harry left me. And Ron and Hermoine. They thought I would be a burden. But Draco made me feel needed."

"Didn't Malfoy crucio you that year?"

She shook her head. "I was with Draco that night. When I realized how late it was, I panicked about getting back to the tower since the death eaters were out roaming the halls. Draco offered to walk me back. We just left the Room of Requirements when the death eater Alecto found us. Draco made that stuff up so she wouldn't punish me."

"He told everyone he tortured you," Neville stated.

"What else could he do?" She asked. "He couldn't very well tell anyone what we were actually doing!"

"Right." Neville took another swig from his bottle. "So you had a secret relationship with Malfoy. How long did it last?"

"Until Easter break." She said, "When my parents wouldn't let me return."

"Then how did you come to be engaged? If your relationship ended so long ago?"

Ginny settled into her chair and told Neville everything. From her meeting Draco again in Diagon Alley to Ron and Hermione showing up at her apartment to Harry showing up drunk and Draco storming out.

The cheering subsided slowly as the crowd thinned after the match. The Chudley Cannons won in a blaze of glory for their first, miraculous win of the season. Draco, much to the amazement of not only him but the others as well, found himself cheering and whooping along with the rest.

Ron was still cheering when Draco led them out of the stands.

"If anyone wants to grab a bite to eat," Draco said, "I've got reservations."

"We wouldn't be intruding?" Hermione asked.

"Not at all." He said, "I planned to invite you all so there's plenty of room."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and kissed his cheek, "I'd love to dear but it's rather late. I think Arthur and I are going to head home. You three go on though, no reason to let it go to waste."

"We'd love to," Hermione agreed quickly, not looking at Ron for an objection.

Draco nodded. "Great." he said, and glanced at Ron who, despite the thrill of the game, seemed less than thrilled. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it." he told him.

Ron rolled his eyes but didn't protest.

They said their goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Draco led them to the restaurant, a decent sized parlor. The waitress showed them to a table in the back.

"Shouldn't we have ordered?" Ron asked.

"Not yet. There are a couple people joining us. They should be here any minute." As if waiting for those words to be said, Blaise Zabini appeared at the table. "Hey Blaise, glad you could join us!" Draco said. Looking around he added, "Where is he?"

"He'll be along any minute. Popped to the loo."

"Right then. Have a seat." He said. "You remember Ron and Hermione."

Blaise nodded his acknowledgment and offered his hand. "Good to see you again."

Hermione shook his hand and smiled in return. Ron, after a swift kick from Hermoine, reluctantly did the same.

"Sorry I couldn't join you for the match." Blaise said to Draco as he sat. "But my presence is required in the owners box. You could have joined me though."

"I know but it w-"

"Did you say owners box?" Ron asked, cutting off Draco's sentence.

Blaise nodded. "Partial owner," he clarified. "The Chudley Cannons were my secret obsession, I must admit, while I was growing up."

Hermione looked to Draco and he smirked back. He did it on purpose, she thought, trying to earn himself some points.

Moments later, the mystery person finally made it to the table. Ron's eyes grew wide and he forced himself to be cool as he looked up at his favorite Cannon player, keeper Jensen Gredly.

Blaise introduced him to the everyone and offered him the seat next to Ron. Hermione smiled as Ron spent the majority of the evening talking to his idol. Draco certainly earned himself some points tonight.

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