A/n: This is a really short one.ü
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By: Aningme
Chapter 16
Dilemma: The Sequel
Ginny Weasley just stared at her best friend, knowing better just to shut up and go with the flow. This is just a plain butt kicking stupid idea; she mused, but just bit her own tongue. Marital dispute? Or did they just lose their heads! She wanted to know.
"Can you hand over the jacket there, Gin?" Hermione just casually requested, busily packing her shoes in a plastic.
Ginny did, awkwardly, and stared hard at her. "You want me to get the rest over from Draco's room?"
"Oh, sure, thanks." Hermione smiled, and just fussed over some of her already neatly folded clothes.
She could not believe it. "Seriously, Hermione?"
Hermione gave her a once look over and smiled. "Or would you like it to watch these over while I get them?"
"No. Jeez Herm. You're preggy. I can't let you carry that too many loads." She stepped out and walked directly to the elevator.
She wanted to haul both of them in a room and scream at them for the big mistake they're doing. A safe distance? Time to think things over? Bullcrap. She hissed. They didn't need to be separated. They've been separated and tried to be separated from hell and back.
And now they just want to be separated for a while?
"What the hell is wrong in this world." She muttered, more like a statement than a question, and stepped into the elevator shaft.
Please state your destination.
"Mast—" She frowned, paused a minute, and just stared hard at the elevator panel.
Again, please state your destination.
She cocked a brow, realizing it was Hermione's voice. "Master's." She mumbled and listened to the short hum of the shaft.
Have a good day.
This is her home now. Why does she have to leave? She thought and clucked her tongue.
She couldn't believe that even Malfoy approved of the idea.
Did he want to lose her again?
Why would he agree to such a thing like that?
He worked so hard to find her before… All those misfortunes they had.
All the heartaches, the desperation, the hurt…
And now they just ended up in a friendly separation?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
"Ginny. It's good you have arrived." Draco pleasantly greeted just by the door of their Master's bedroom.
Ginny stared at him, appalled of him being casually so cool about the situation.
"What are you doing?" She suddenly uttered; her temper and control failing her.
"Yes, pleasant good morning too."
"You're letting her leave!" Ginny asked as her greeting.
"She'll be secured in her old apartment. Wouldn't it be nice to have her closer to your house?"
"After all you've done and after all that has happened to both of you, you'll let your relationship end up in a divorce!"
Draco suddenly glanced at her, obviously staggered. "Divorce is not in the picture, Ginny. She just needs some time alone."
"You know that's crap, Malfoy. You know that!" Ginny's eyes widened in rage. "She's pregnant. She needs you. And don't you worry that she might jump again just like she did the other night? You yourself told me about it!"
"Ginny. She can handle herself fine. Darlene had sent her the potion she needs. It would help her stabilize those… dreams… she has during the process."
Ginny frowned at him for a minute, as if thinking of something else to say to stop him for letting this stupidity happen. "What about the baby? She needs you, Malfoy. They need you."
Draco smiled, walked up to her, and kissed Ginny's hand. "It's tremendous to see you worry for her like that. But right now, all she needs is herself."
She felt herself blush, but tried to ignore it and stare back at him. "What's gone into you? You know she needs you."
"Perhaps I was wrong, Ginny." He answered. He gazed at her and smiled so pleasantly, it made Ginny shiver. "We all imply that she needs me. What if she doesn't?"
"She loves you, Draco." Ginny insisted. "You can't believe that. You can't let her go."
"I can." He smiled, and walked away. "And I am letting her go." He turned to the elevator shaft and gaveher a last look. "Because I love her."
Ginny watched him as the elevator closed its doors behind him. "What the hell has happened to them?"
"Good morning." Hermione smiled at Draco as he entered the room. "Have you seen Ginny? What's taking her so long?"
He studied her bag, her things, and the set of clothes folded and unfolded on the bed. "She's in the East Wing." He answered and stepped up, grabbing a shirt, and folding it into a perfect fold. "She practically scolded me for this."
She stared at him, wide eyed (pity absolutely present in them. It's Ginny for goodness sake.ü), then composed herself, laughed and stared at him fondly. "I'm sorry Draco. I know she's worked up. I can see it in her face."
"Yeah, well, I was prepared for it." He smiled back and placed the shirt in the bag. He grabbed another and started folding it. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"Ginny says she'd drive me to the apartment." She scanned everything and sighed in content. "I'll just pack up the last of my clothes and hit the road."
He managed a smile and looked at her contented face. She needs this. He told himself, trying to hold himself down from kneeling to her and begging for her to stay... "I'll drive you there."
"Ginny brought her car with her."
"We'll have a talk here later and she can drive herself home safely rather than take the sweaty public transport."
"Yeah, sure, okay." She sighed and sat beside him by the bed. "But public transports aren't that bad."
"Sure they are."
"No they're not. You should try them some. It would do you good."
He laughed and gave her a side long glance. She's still the same. "I bet."
Smiling at him, someone banged over on the door with a bump, disturbing them.
"Could someone open the door please?"
Draco chuckled and stood up. "That must be Ginny."
The apartment looked the same as ever. Though there were some minor damages, the porch still looked stable, with plants that he remembered the caretaker had trimmed and watered. The small homey gate was still standing, but was about to fall with just a kick on the screws. Need to fix that. Draco noted in his head, still looking around the small garden in front of the small porch with trimmed grass and blooming flower shrubs.
Ginny stared up to the building. It looked great after all these years. "Still looks good."
Hermione stared intently at it for a time, wishing she would remember days that she had spent with it. They said she lived there for most of the ten years it had passed since the war.
She hoped she remembered memories she spent with it.
"C'mon!" Ginny excitedly pulled her, stepping up to the wooden porch, making it creek a little. "Isn't it fab!"
Hermione smiled at her friend and braced herself. She doesn't know what was in there.
As Ginny opened the door, they entered with a gasp.
"Oh my. It looks really good." Ginny said, nearing to tears. "Malfoy, you did a great job."
"Got the best caretaker in town." He amended, checking out the small foyer.
There was still the perfectly carved wooden stairs in the foyer, climbing up into the small rooms upstairs. The parlor looked empty, but was spacious for five or six people to fit in. The kitchen was still in shape, having its white marble floors shiny, and the wooden counters free from termites. The bathroom beside the kitchen was still smelling good, gleaming good, with their creamy tiles and white tub. Though the doors creek a little, which Draco noted in his head to fix, everything looked great and stable.
Climbing up the stairs, they checked out where Hermione's office once existed, a square room fitting only almost three to four people. A desk and a PC would be good in it, with a console and a small sofa on the corner; Draco mused, looking over the corners of each wall, checking for cob webs or anything that needed cleaning. Everything seemed in perfect shape.
The bedroom, well, it's good that it's bigger than the office. A Queen sized bed would be perfect in it, and some side tables and lamps. Carpets of all colors entered his head, and all sorts of wall papers and paints to add up the color of the old wall. Some models of his own shops of furniture flashed before him too: a perfect desk, chair, cabinets, drawers…
But as he glanced at the excited Ginny and the quiet Hermione, he smiled and shut down his own ideas.
She would want her apartment as it was before. Plain, simple, and homey.
He smiled and sighed, walking over to them.
"I remember having your small bed over here, and the covers and everything over here. And pillows, many pillows. And a desk here! Oooh! You had our pictures here before. And also the cabinet here? Yeah, here. With your books and files. Yeah! You were so mad at me before when I touched it." Ginny laughed and imagined the room full of Hermione's old things. "Gosh, I remember sleeping over here." She turned and smiled at Hermione.
"We'll have the furniture here in…" He checked at his watch. "Thirty minutes tops."
"That'd be sweet!" Ginny jumped excitedly.
It's good she's up for it now. Hermione smiled, glancing over Ginny. She saw the confusion, the irritation in her eyes just awhile ago.
And now she's all excited about it. Just the typical Ginny. "This is great, Draco. Thank you."
He smiled at her, his eyes cool and stable. And blank. "Not a problem."
Ginny watched them as both of them stared at each other, smiles all over their faces.
But, staring deep in their eyes, she could see the slight presence of sadness in them.
Sighing, Ginny held back her tears, desperation, confusion, and mostly pity fumbling her insides. She forced herself to compose herself, then smiled at them, planning to lift the weighing air some. "Anyone up for a glass of lemonade?"
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