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Chapter Fourteen

"So," Hermione grinned. "You sure are making quite the impression."

Draco looked up from the papers she had handed him. "Am I?" he asked. "What are they saying?"

"Oh, nothing much. They seem to like you well enough. Though I do believe I overheard George and Charlie talking about which hex would be best for you if you're lying and plan on hurting Ginny."

The mention of her name made him ache. He had left her apartment in the early morning hours, leaving nothing more than a note that he would be around later that night to pick her up for the Quidditch match. "Well then I have nothing to worry about as that isn't something I plan to do."

Hermione smiled at him. "I never would have expected this of you Malfoy." she said finally, looking at him. "Draco Malfoy, sitting in his office, filling out paperwork to hire house elves to work at his semi-muggle company. Contemplating how best to make Weasleys like him. How the years have changed you..."

"It wasn't the years that changed me," Draco said, staring back at her. "It was Ginevra. She made me change, made me want to change." He drifted back to their secret days, hidden away in the Room of Requirements. The days they spent talking and laughing. The days when things became so much more. The days they spent in each others arms, not knowing if it was their last day together.

"Draco-" Hermione said, snapping her fingers. "Maybe we should get on with this paper work. We'll need to get back soon if we're going to make the match in time."

"Right." he said, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him. Draco picked up his quill and continued filling out the numerous papers before him, occasionally asking Hermione to clarify something he didn't understand.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione had all of the papers filled out and packed away. She was about to leave when Draco stopped her. "Hermione," he said, "I was just wondering. Have you heard anything from Potter?"

Hermione stopped, amazed at his question. "Harry? No, I haven't. He's been locked up in Grimmauld Place for weeks. Ron said he's even stopped going to work. Been having assignments sent to him so he doesn't have to see anyone. Why?"

"It's nothing." Draco said, shaking his head. "I just wasn't sure if he was planning something stupid or not."

"To be honest, Malfoy. I wouldn't put it past him. Harry and Ron were always plotting something or another back in school. And it's not likely that he's going to give Gin up without a fight. He still loves her." Hermione sighed. "So just- I don't know, watch yourself, okay?" she truly meant her warning. Harry had been known to get himself into trouble. Everyone knew that.

Draco arrived back at Ginny's apartment at six that evening. He had agreed to meet the Weasleys in the owner's box at seven with Ginevra and he wanted to be sure he wasn't late. He knocked on the door. It didn't take long for it to open.

Draco stepped inside and Ginny pushed the door closed behind him. Then she was on him, her lips pressed against him. "Ginevra," he said, holding her away from him. "You aren't ready yet." His eyes skimmed her body, taking in the thin silky nightgown she was wearing.

"About that..." she said huskily. "I was thinking we could skip it and stay here instead."

"You aren't still afraid to be seen with me, are you?" he asked accusingly. He knew that wasn't the case. He knew she just wanted to stay in a fuck all night. It was all he had thought about all day long but Draco fought his desire and stood his ground.

"Of course not." Ginny answered quickly. "I just-"

"Good." He said, cutting off the rest of her statement. "Then you'll get dressed so we can go to the match, right."

"If that's what you want."

Draco nodded and headed for the couch. "I'll be waiting here. Don't take too long. We need to leave soon."

Ginny huffed indignantly and made her way to her bedroom with great reluctance. She had wanted nothing more than to stay in tonight. Pulling her nightgown over her head, she tossed it in the corner. "How dare he accuse me of being afraid to be seen with him." she complained to herself.

The bedroom door opened suddenly and she whipped around. "I'm getting dressed," she said, "see."

Draco licked his lips subconsciously. "I was thinking," he said, his eyes devouring her hungrily. "Maybe we can spare a few minutes."

Ginny crossed her arms. "Oh, no," she taunted. "I wouldn't want to make us late to the match."

Draco stepped closer to her, his hands drifting slowly down her hips. "We've got time for a shag." he whispered in her ear. "Just one."

Ginny's hand moved down his stomach, feeling the hard bulge in his pants. His breathe caught and she could hear the hiss of the air as he inhaled sharply.

"No." she purred in his ear, removing her hand from him.

Draco stared back at her, dumbstruck at the sudden lack of contact. "Gin..." he groaned, moving to touch her naked body.

But Ginny only took another step back. "No. I've got to get ready to go Draco. I have no idea what I'm wearing yet. I need to shower and put on makeup and do my hair. I'll need all the time I can get." And with that, she nudged him out the door and closed it.

Draco couldn't believe what just happened. She had never turned him down before. He made his way back to the couch and sank down into it. His hard cock throbbed and he tried desperately to ignore it. He closed his eyes, willing himself to relax and think of anything else. But the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes was Ginevra's naked body.

His eyes were watching the clock as the minutes ticked by agonizingly slow until, at last, he heard the door of her bedroom open. He stood and turned to see her coming out of the room. Her jeans hugged her curves and her brown, low-cut top enveloped her perfectly. She smiled, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

"I'm ready to go then." she said.

They stood outside the Pitch where Draco had apparated them. He tucked her arm into his and led her through the crowd towards the owner's box. This is it then, he thought. Kissing her once more, Draco took a deep breath and opened the door.

The smile on Ginny's face fell when she walked into the room and came face to face with her family. She looked around. All of them were here, even her parents. Panic enveloped her.

"Ginny dear," her mother said suddenly. She pulled her into a quick hug. "We haven't seen you in ages."

Ginny watched as her father stepped toward his hand outstretched towards Draco. "Good to see you again, my boy."

Draco nodded, "Mr. Weasley." he said, shaking her father's hand. "Mrs. Weasley."

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Draco moved to walk over to her brothers and she grabbed his arm to stop him. "What are you-"

"Malfoy!" George called, turning from the window. "Oi, Malfoy!"

Draco looked over.

"Who've you got for the match?" he asked, shaking a small jingling bag. "Ron's got 5 galleons on the Cannons."

"Boys!" Mrs. Weasley chided. "Don't try to rob the boy of his money."

"It's alright, Mrs. Weasley." he said. "I'm responsible enough." he turned back to the boys, tugging her along with him as he made his way over. "I'll back Ron and toss in another 5 galleons."

Ginny was still in a daze, seeing her brothers talking so peacefully with Draco. She was sure they had walked into trouble when she saw her family here but none of them seemed to care that he was here. She thought, briefly, that he might have disillusioned himself but threw the idea away after George called him 'Malfoy'.

After wrestling with her confusion for some time she finally gave up. "I don't mean to sound rude," she said abruptly, "but will somebody please tell me what the bloody hell is going on here?"

Everyone stopped and turned to look at her.

"We're here for the game, of course." Ron answered.

"Don't be a prat, Ronald! You know that's not what I mean. You're all standing here, chatting away like it's nothing with Draco Malfoy. Last time you saw him, Ron, you tried to hex him!"

Ron shrugged, looking away awkwardly.

"Ginevra," Draco said, taking her arm and gently pulling her to the side. "I- well, I've been having dinner with your family, getting to know them."

Ginny stared at him, her mouth slightly ajar. "You've been having dinner with my family? For how long?"

"With your mum, dad, Ron, and Hermione, a little over a month. The others just started joining us last week."

"Why didn't you tell me? I spent all that time thinking you didn't want to see me anymore."

"I-" he hesitated.

Mr. Weasley came up behind him. "It's my fault dear." he said, putting his hand on Draco's shoulder. "I told him not to say anything to you. I thought it would be better in case things didn't work out."

"But-"

"Come on, Gin," Draco said, "Let's just enjoy the evening. We'll talk about this later."

Ginny opened her mouth to protest but Hermione quickly grabbed her arm. "It's been ages, Gin." she said, pulling her away from Draco. "It's been so long since we've had a nice chat."

Draco sighed in relief as Hermione hulled her away. "Thanks, Mr. Weasley."

"Any time, my boy." he said with a wink.

Ginny cheered with her brothers as the game went on. The Chudley Cannons seemed to have made improvements this year. They were leading the game the whole way through and won with a decent lead in points. She watched as George emptied the bag of coins out on a table and separated them into three piles. Draco, Ron, and her father had all bet on the Cannons and were given their shares of the winnings.

Draco used his winnings to buy everyone a round of butterbeer. Blaise arrived halfway through the match and was now laughing with the rest of the guys. She couldn't believe that it was happening. They were getting along. None of them were trying to kill him or hex him.

"If you're interested," Blaise said, "the team is getting together or a little celebrating. You're all welcome to join us."

Her brothers exchanged looks of excitement. Even her father's eyes lit up at the mention of meeting the team.

"You go on dear," Mrs. Weasley told her husband. "I've had quite enough excitement for one night."

"You sure, Molly?"

"Oh, go on. No sense in you following me home. I'm just going to crawl into bed."

"Well, if you're sure." he said, kissing her cheek. "I'll see you when I get home then."

Mrs. Weasley kissed her children goodbye and left.

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