This isn't the fluffiest chapter, I just need a transition-ish one, but I think the next one will get to the fun stuff.
Disclaimer: This stuff isn't mine, except for the part that is.
I check to make sure I have the right address. Yep, 117 Diagon Alley, this is right. I would have thought he could do better, but after the war, I guess he just wanted to relax. Like me. I'd settled for an average, boring ministry job, part time, leaving Harry to be the real breadwinner. I walk inside the store, and realize it's a quidditch store. Quidditch books, clothes, balls, brooms, posters, and broom accessories. I look towards the counter. A brown haired man around my age. Not him. I walk over.
"Is the owner around?"
"Who should I say wants him?"
"Ginny Potter." The man looks me over in awe, then runs to look for his boss in the back. When he comes back he's not alone, he's with the person I seek.
"Hello Malfoy. It's been awhile."
"And the last time we met, I believe the circumstances were not quite as pleasant."
"Something about a battle at Hogwarts, in which we were on different sides, I might add!" He grins. I had never had as much trouble with Malfoy as my husband and brother had. We'd actually hooked up once in a broom closet, before Harry had kissed me of course. I'm not a cheat. But Malfoy had seemed like he needed to blow off some steam. I also knew he didn't mean any of the insults, he was just trying to fit in. And, in the sixth year, survive.
"I'm glad all that's over though." says Malfoy, interrupting my train of thought, "So, what brings you to my humble shop? Want to surprise Potter with some cheap shit from here? I don't think he'd like anything if he knew you bought it from me."
"Right now I wouldn't buy anything for him, not even something from you." Malfoy raises his eyebrow. "It's nothing."
"So what are you here for?"
"Is it so strange for me to show up at the store of the enemy of my husband, who I haven't spoken to in nearly two decades, just to inquire about the family?" I ask, trying to look incredulous. "What has the world come to?"
"See, if MY side had won the war..." I shove him, laughing.
"But really, how is the family? Oh, actually, I've gotta run. Can you tell me over a firewhiskey at the three broomsticks tonight at eight?" I ask innocently.
"We'll, I'll see if my busy schedule can be adjusted, I mean, as you can see, my job is very stressful." I laugh
"I'll meet you there?" he asks.
"It's a date." I say, winking. Harry you may just have yourself some competition!
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