Past Life by michou

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Mystery
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 26/01/2004
Last Updated: 27/01/2004
Status: Paused

Famous detective Draco Malfoy seeks out the help of aspiring detective Virginna Weasley in a
mysterious copycat case that Virginna just solved only a month ago. Mysterious parents, an even
more mystifying case, and a budding romance along with cameos from various characters, just what
will it take for those two to stop being so dense of their mutual attraction?




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**Title**: Past Life


**Author**: Cybille


**E-Mail**:
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**Rating**: PG – R


**Spoilers**: None


**Keywords**: Draco/Ginny


**Disclaimer**: I do not own the characters in this fan fiction and am receiving no income
from the writing of this. The characters belong to their numerous owners and I once again state, I
am not one of them.


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**Summary**: Famous detective Draco Malfoy seeks out the help of aspiring detective Virginna
Weasley in a mysterious copycat case that Virginna just solved only a month ago. Mysterious
parents, an even more mystifying case, and a budding romance along with cameos from various
characters, just what will it take for those two to stop being so dense of their attraction?




2. Chapter One
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Past Life: Draco and Ginny

It was times like now Virginia Weasley wished she had been born a man, not the only girl of her
well known family. She was expected to wear frilly feminine dresses and marry men like that
enormous bore Harry Potter and join the two vastly respected families together. In their dreams,
only such a travesty would happen. Virginia, Ginny to friends and family, was determined to never
marry for convenience, but for love and respect. She, however, was a lady and a lady such as
herself should not be in her golden age of twenty one, still unmarried and not without one child
holding her down. That was not the life Ginny had planned for herself, she wanted to be a famous
detective, figure out mysteries no one else would dare and in the process help those who
desperately needed the answers only she could answer. But even in London, the big city, the idea of
a woman detective was laughed at and thanks only occasional humor of rich practitioners could Ginny
have her rundown office which she was forced to make into her home, unable to pay rent to both an
office and flat.

It was only nights when the fog was so dense and she couldn’t her own hand in front of her face
and the lack of food in her stomach making her stomach growl in protest to such a strenuous
movement as walking, did Ginny wonder why she continued down this path. It would be so much easier
to give into her family and marry Harry. At least their babies would be pretty, Ginny mused. A
little girl with long red hair and striking green eyes or maybe a boy with dark hair and chocolate
brown eyes to make girls heart swoon but seeing Harry with his family’s servant girl Granger, that
one afternoon a few years ago always stopped her musings downs that path. She’d only seen those
secretive but meaningful glances between her Father and Mother and her brother Fred and his wife,
Angelina; she could never break something like that up and was one of the main reasons of heartfelt
objection to her parents match making. It was also nights like this Ginny felt the loneliness of
the city. Growing up with so many brothers and now wives and their children, her nieces and
nephews, Ginny felt alone. Being so caught up in her thoughts, Ginny never realized the commotion
coming up behind her. She was jerked forward by a large mass of body and turned to see what was
going on when a warn body collided straight into her causing her to fall backwards, but not before
grasping for anything to steady herself and managing to bring the person who crashed into her down
with her.

Getting over her shock, Ginny looked up into grey slightly surprised eyes that belonged to a
cool passive face. What a sight they must’ve made, he had to be in his late twenties, and judging
by the texture of the clothes, rich which immediately made her wonder why he was out at this time
of night crashing into young ladies such as herself. On a second glance, Ginny had to admit he was
quite handsome, white blonde hair, grey eyes, high cheek bones, and a chiseled jaw. Each feature on
another person would not have merged so well but on the man who still hadn’t managed to move it
looked quite nice.

“Well hello,” a voice, best described as husky and masculine, interrupted her observations,
“Isn’t it late for once such as yourself to be out?”

“Just what is that supposed to mean?”

“A lady should not be out at such hours and unless you belong to an unrespectable profession I
suspect your husband must be worried.”

The blush that rose to her cheeks was first of embarrassment and after a few seconds ticked by
moved to anger.

“I am twenty one years old sir, and my husband does not care considering I do not have one, and
for your information, I just finished a case and am was going back to my office before you crashed
into me.” She wiggled, “And get off me!”

The man slowly brought his arms above her head before pushing off them and lifted himself up. He
offered her his hand and Ginny reluctantly took it, not wanting to get any more dirty than she
probably already was.

“A case madam?”

“Yes a case,” Ginny said busily brushing off dirt from her dress, “I am a detective.”

“Are you now?” His voice was now amused and Ginny stopped cleaning herself to look at him. He
was indeed amused, he reeked of humor and it annoyed her to no end.

“Yes. I am,”

“And what is your name detective?”

“Virginia Weasley.” Ginny said curtly not caring anymore if she sounded rude. Manners were
obviously wasted on this idiot.

“I have heard of you.” The man murmured more to himself than to her.

“You have?” Ginny tried to keep herself from sounding surprised and once the words fell from her
lips, she knew she failed.

“Yes, according to some people you are fairly good,” Before Ginny could bask in the joy of the
complement he added, “for a woman.”

“And who, pray tell, are you?”

There was a moment of silence before the man answered, “Draco Malfoy.”

The name froze any smart comment she had been forming. “THE Draco Malfoy?”

“I don’t think ‘the’ is necessary but yes, I am Draco Malfoy.”

Draco Malfoy was in blind retrospect, her hero. Coming from one of the most richest families in
Britain he defied his family to become a working man for the common person. He refused to marry his
family’s ally the Parkinson’s daughter Pansy, and swore he would only marry for love. This fool was
her hero? So much for keeping up the legend.

“Are you sure?” Ginny asked.

“Pretty sure. Unless you know something I don’t?”

This tone again suggested something crude and Ginny frustrated drew her peacoat closer to
her.

“No I don’t. Now have a good evening, Mr. Malfoy.”

She turned and refused to look back into that infuriating face that belong to Draco Malfoy.

Morning, well later that same morning, Ginny found herself cleaning her office having little
else better to do. It only really needed a good sweep and what little paper work she had didn’t
take long to reorganize. Seeing she had no other pressing engagements Ginny was changing from boy
breeches into her dress, or was about to slip her dress on when the door banged open and for the
second time Ginny fell on her butt. Scolding herself for getting surprised at someone barging into
her room, and forgetting she was only in her slip, started to yell at the intruder and stopped when
she saw who is was.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“Um Miss Weasley….”

“That isn’t the answer to my question Mr. Malfoy.”

Why was the idiot blushing?

“You dropped your handkerchief.”

Looking wildly in his pockets he pulled out a lace handkerchief in his hand and gestured it to
her his eyes looking somewhat below her shoulders.

“You came all this way to give back a….” Ginny realized where his eyes were directed and what
she was wearing and grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head in under two seconds covering
what his graze was free to see for the past few minutes.

“It would’ve been nice, if you could’ve informed me of my state of dress.”

“I tried. You wouldn’t let me finish.”

“What do you want?” Ginny asked refusing to fall into the bait that he hung directly in front of
her eyes.

“I need your help on a case.”



3. Chapter Two
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**Author’s Note**: **Thanks** for the reviews! I love them all, I hope these chapters
follows up nicely. This was actually a long long one shot and I divided it up. I hope the chapters
flow well enough. **Rea Yume**, made a very good point, I never thought of the way they meet odd
but it was a very interesting point. Oh well I hope everyone likes this new chapter. Any questions
e-mail me.

Past Life: Draco and Ginny

Chapter Two

“Very funny Mr. Malfoy a man of your stature needing help from me?”

“I was surprised as well but here I am.”

The blush this time had nothing to do with embarrassment but pure undiluted anger.

“Help with what?” The question came from clenched teeth.

“A new client of mine has a neighbor, who’s daughter was killed, The Blewetts and you found the
killer and handed him over to the authorities.”

“Yes, I remember them.” Ginny also remembered her whirlwind romance with their son with
mischievous eyes and hands. Thank goodness the case finished before she did something she’d
regretted later, “What of them?”

“Their next door neighbors the Sanford’s daughter was killed in a strangely similar way from the
Blewetts, if not the exact same way.”

“That’s impossible, the killer of Katilin, is in jail for the rest of his life.”

“That is why I came to you. Where there any other suspects other than the killer you put away.
Any other probable killers?”

Ginny did not have to think. She remembered when she found Katilin killer’s hideout. He was
obsessed with the girls he killed, having articles the girls had reported to their parents or
husbands missing, pictures of the girls, and if the girl was already dead a piece of their hair
lining his wall.

“No there weren’t.” Ginny answered sure if herself

“Just as I thought. The crime happened early this morning. I almost had him until I bumped into
you.”

“And I am guessing you are going to say this is *my entire* fault.”

“Now that you mention it….”

“Do you want my help or not you prat?”

The smirk that fell across his lips made her want to do one of two things, smack the grin off
his face or kiss it off. Both appealed to her.

“Who said I wanted your help?”

Ginny closed her eyes and counted backwards. When she reached one she reopened her eyes and
looked at him, “I was the only detective in Britain assigned to the killer and was the only person
to find him. Paper work won’t help you find the copycat. So once again I ask do you want my help or
not?”

Draco shrugged, “Then get your things.”

“Excuse me?”

“Get your things. I live on the other side of London. If I am to work with you I am not
traveling across the city every day. It would be much easier if you lived in the manor with
me.”

“Why Mr. Malfoy, you are asking me to live with you? Such a romantic proposal!” She dropped the
act, “What type of girl do you think I am?”

“A woman who knows a good opportunity when it falls upon her both literally and figuratively. If
we solve this case you’ll be doing a whole lot better than operating in this dingy office.”

“I happen to like my dingy office.” Ginny replied, “But it has always been my dream to work with
an arrogant prat such as yourself, I always wished for such a bland proposal to move into someone’s
home.”

With one last withering look, Ginny turned to get what little things she’d need to go with him
but stopped when she felt a hand touch her arm, and turned to look up into those grey eyes
again.

“What now Mr. Malfoy?” She tried to sound firm but knew her voice was breathy. His facial
features earlier that morning seemed striking but now in the gleam of the later morning night, he
was beautiful, like an angel.

“Miss Virginia Weasley, would you do the honor of moving into my home and working on this case
with me?”

Ginny took a deep breathe and fought the need to reach the distance between them and kiss him
senseless. Once again interrupting her thoughts Draco asked, “Romantic enough for you?”

He was still a breath away and Ginny couldn’t find it in her to get mad at his audacity. Instead
she answered, “Quite.” Taking a deep breathe she continued; “Now if you’ll move away I have to get
packed.”

“Of course.” Draco replied moving away to sit on the surprisingly comfortable couch across from
the young lady packing her things.

She was quite stunning, in an unconventional way, the freckles normally would’ve turned him off
and made most people look like a hick but on her made her look fetching, and the cute little nose
and wide brown eyes with long beautiful red hair. She actually seemed to have some class, more
breeding and the way she spoke inclined she had lessons. She wasn’t the typically city girl, Draco
thought to himself. The carriage ride was quiet and uneventful.

“This is where you live?” she asked him grasping his hand with her right and holding on tightly
to her bag with the other. The castle or manor as he like to call it, reached high into the skies
and plainly intimidating.

“Yes it is.”

“And you live by yourself?”

“No, I have Dobby.”

“Dobby?” Ginny asked.

Before Draco could ask, a small creature that reached about her shoulder came hurrying to his
Master and visitor.

“Good day Master.”

“Good day Dobby,” Draco said, “This is Miss. Virginia and she’ll be staying with us for a while.
You can put her in the red room in the West Wing.”

“Very good sir. Will there be anything else?”

“I was wondering if you could buy a chicken for dinner tonight.”

They were talking as they were walking and Ginny, who was caught up in the picture that the
mansion made, had to run to catch up to them.

“Well Dobby was going to clean today but if the Master would prefer it…” They were in the foyer
now in the manor and Ginny only just heard the conversation.

“No Dobby it is alright. I’ll go later and get the chicken myself. Do we need anything else in
the market?”

“No sir. I just went the other day.”

“Alright Dobby. Please show Miss Virginia the room.” He turned to Ginny who was admiring the art
work that that the house structure as well as the painting decorating every wall, “Virginia.”

Ginny jumped at her name and turned smiling sheepishly, “Yes?”

Dobby will show you to your room, “If you need anything let him know and he’ll let me know.”

Ginny nodded and watched as he walked back outside to the waiting carriage.

“Miss Virginia?” Dobby called. Dobby, hoping his excitement wasn’t visible. The master never
brought a woman to stay at their home before, and he’d never seen the Master stare at the woman as
he looked at the red haired lady.

“Yes Mr. Dobby?”

“Would you like me to show you to your room?”

“Of course Mr. Dobby.”

They walked up the stairs and moved to the left and down a long hallway and reached a door many
doors down and stopped before putting her bags down and opening the door.

“This is the red room miss Virginia.” Dobby said. They walked into the room and found it was
indeed red. The room had various shade of red from the carpet to the pillow cases on the bed. It
was beautiful in an elegant sort of way and Ginny fell in love with the room immediately.

“The room has its own private bathroom through that door.”

Dobby, pointed a door which stood out from the walls dark color of red but the door was a
lighter color.

“Mr. Dobby?” Virginia asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Miss.”

“How long have you worked here?”

“Since I was young Miss. Things have changed since his father lived, but for the better. The
previous master was horrible to all the servants who lived here but Young Master was kind to us.
When the Old Master died he gave us the chance to leave and only Dobby stays. Master only uses the
West Wing to make things easier for Dobby.”

“That’s very kind of him.” Ginny said still looking around the room, “He lives in this
wing?”

“Yes in the green room and I live in forest room.” Seeing Ginny’s observation of the room Dobby
decided to leave it to her to her room, “Lunch will be at one Miss Virginia.”

“Mr. Dobby a favor.”

“Yes Miss Virginna?”

“Please do not call me Miss Virginna.”

“I cannot Miss Virginia, it would not show respect.”

“But Mr. Dobby,” Before Ginny could finish Dobby managed to sneak out the room. She’d get him
later, she told herself.

It was one exactly when Ginny walked back down to the main staircase to see Draco waiting for
her.

“Punctual.” He remarked.

“Of course.” Ginny answered, “Mr. Malfoy when will we get started on the case?”

“We could actually start this afternoon.” They were walking to the dinning room, ”Call me
Draco.”

“Then you must call me Ginny.”

The smirk on his face let her know before he answered that he wasn’t, “How about Virginia? I
like that name better.”

“What ever makes you happy.” Ginny smartly answered.

Lunch was a normal affair. It was mostly question and answer, Ginny to Draco. It was easy to
notice that he did not like talking about himself. It was almost like pulling teeth and after a
while Ginny stopped and they finished the meal in silence. Soon after they left to go back into
London the home they stopped in front of was obvious middle class, but somehow from the outside
screamed home. Ginny assumed that on a normal day, the home would seem to be happy but right now it
seemed to be mourning. The house next door was familiar, she was only there a few months ago
reporting to the Blewetts that their daughter’s killer had been arrested and would never harm any
one else. She also recognized Mathew who was helping his mother with packages. As she stepped from
the carriage, he hopes were dashed when she realized from Mathew’s glance and eyes, he did remember
her.

“Ginny!” He called. Without thinking he ran forward and grabbed her into a hug, his own mother
smiling.

“Hi, Mattie.” Ginny said smiling, “How have you been?”

“Okay, I’ve guess you heard about the murder.”

“Yes. I’m working with Mr. Malfoy.” Ginny turned to introduce but stopped in the recognition of
immediate dislike the two had for each other.

“We’ll be going in now. I’ll see you around.”

Matthew smiled and waved as they walked into the Sanford’s home.

The Sanfords were an upper middle class family and it was obvious that the news of their oldest
daughter’s death was a shock. Their youngest daughter was ten and was currently upstairs. She
hadn’t talked to anyone since her sister’s death and it seemed that she would never talk again or
at least never talk until she felt the need to. They told the two detectives what their daughter
did the past two days before her death. Nothing she did was unusual, it was starting to irk Ginny
is screamed the Blewetts case. The past few days before her death were annoyingly uniform from a
normal girl her age day.

“Alberta woke up, went to the market reported nothing strange, and only went to put out the cat.
When was taking too long from doing that mundane activity she was found slaughtered.”

“You have such an elegant way of putting things.” Ginny said as they rode into the market place
and the people who the unknowingly had their last conversations with the girl. The butcher was no
help; both Ginny and Draco found him much too busy and rude to drag any answers out of him. Ginny
herself knew that Alberta like most women in the butcher’s presence left because of the suggestive
sneer he directed to anybody under forty with a dress. Next they went to dressmaker’s store, a thin
old lady of sixty five, with sharp eyes used to smooth out finial details and long fingers used to
holding sharp scissors that cut all types of fabrics.

“She was in here to get a dress made for an upcoming ball in a month. She choose a beautiful
fabric,” The dressmaker turned her critical eyes to the pair before her and swept over them with no
pretense of anything else, “The only problem was the shade of green she wanted for the dress. It
would’ve done nothing for her, but you my dear…” She shrugged and moved on, “Mr. Malfoy I do
believe your suit for the very same ball is ready. “

“What ball?” Ginny whispered.

“The mayor’s ball, I am expected to go and once again bore myself to tears with the debutants of
our wonderful society.”

“Well since you speak so highly of it.” Ginny muttered before turning all her attention to the
older woman in front of her, “Was there anything out of the ordinary that she requested?”

“Just the color,” The dressmaker said bringing the dress out from the back still on the wooden
model, “It’s such a beautiful dress and already paid for. She was supposed to pick it up today. I
never dreamed that I would be hearing such news. I will have to find something to do with the
dress…”

Ginny automatically seeing the love the woman held for the green dress before her, Ginny
motioned for her and Draco to leave.



4. Chapter Three
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Past Life: Draco and Ginny

Chapter Three

“I have never been more frustrated in my life.” Draco groused as he collapsed on the sofa. Ginny
sitting up right on a chair but no less tired, watch Dobby come in with afternoon tea.

“Never Draco?” Ginny asked, “Never in your life has a case been this hard to figure out?”

“It’s not the case. It’s the fact that nothing this girl has done has been from out the
ordinary. We have no leads only a dead body and no witnesses.”

Ginny was forced to admit she had to agree, this case after a week of chasing leads, they still
wound up with nothing.

“Well,” Ginny said cheekily, “At least you earned a new friend.”

“Have I?”

The looked of disgust on Ginny’s face was enough to make Draco chuckle with laughter. Ginny was
beginning to wonder if the man ever laughed. She never outright heard a laugh from him and it was
become slightly unnerving.

“And you, my dear Virginia, have managed to reacquaint yourself with your dear Mathew.”

“I don’t see why you don’t like him. He is a perfect gentlemen,” Taking a small sip of her tea
she then added, “We would’ve never found that many leads without him.”

“All the leads led us back to the same place. If I didn’t know better I’d say that he gave us
the wrong information so he could see you again.”

“No respectable man would use a young girl’s murder in such a disrespectable way.” Ginny said
dismissing Draco’s words. Changing the subject she asked, “Isn’t your ball tomorrow?”

“No. The mayor has become ill so it was moved to next month.”

“Surely you’ve done such a thing before.”

“Yes. But this case…” Draco looked up toward the ceiling, “This case is different. There is
something not right about this case, not right at all.”

“It’s like we aren’t seeing something.” Ginny sighed, “I’d hate to see this case end and move
into that boring little office of mine again.”

As much as Ginny was pulled by the case, she was pulled by this mysteriously handsome man with
no wife, no children, mistresses, and welcomed her into his home without a second thought. And not
only welcome, he had entertained her, whether he knew it or not, his comments, point of view, and
just outtake on life was so different from any she’d ever known. He challenged her and didn’t treat
her like a lesser being because of being a woman. He treated her like an equal.

“I was thinking about that.”

“About what?” Ginny asked.

“Your office and career, and I thought you would get more exposure if you…” He cleared his
throat, “…became my apprentice.”

“You are offering me an apprenticeship?” The questioning in her voice was obvious.

“Um…yes?”

Ginny stood up and walked towards the window, “Sure. Why not? I assume you’ve become so
accustomed to my grace and charm you cannot life with out me.”

“Good.” Standing up Draco bid her farewell and left her to the company of Dobby.

Draco figured once he managed to ask Ginny to stay, the way he acted around her would become
easier. The past month, if anything, became harder. Before he could go somewhere that pertained to
the case, he could go somewhere by himself and get some air from the very intimidating presence of
her. Now whenever it seemed that he would leave she would ask where he was going and if it had to
do with the case. If he, in his vast stupidity and care for her, answered correctly, she would tell
him she’d only be a minute as she’d dash up the stairs to put her shoes on. That was another thing,
which made him wonder who he had welcomed to share his home with. She always walked around without
shoes! The rest of her would be covered in one her dresses or sometimes a petticoat, but always if
she couldn’t help it, she would not wear shoes. Once, he’d been he’d unceremoniously staring at her
feet, and she’d asked him he’d wanted her to put on a pair of shoes or maybe slippers. Would she
believe he almost laughed? Put shoes on? The fact that she did not wear shoes in the house,
grounded him, made her seem more like a real person because he could actually see her feet touch
the ground. He was attracted to her, he could admit it to himself, but to act on it would be silly
and selfish. It was obvious from the slight accent she unknowingly carried that she did not live in
the city her whole life, which meant she’d never know about his family history, that he’d managed
to keep quiet for the past few years. And she made him want to laugh, he hadn’t done such a
wondrous thing in years.

It was perhaps late in afternoon two days later, four something, close to five when Draco
realized something; how did Matthew come across this information? The more he thought about it the
more it made sense. And Draco was sure it had nothing to do with his intense dislike of Matthew
either which Draco would have to admit he could be petty enough to pin it on the guy and no one
would dare question him but Draco learned a long time ago that you got things you wanted you had to
do thing the right way. He knew Matthew did it; he just had to figure why. Draco stood up from the
armchair in his room and walked down to Ginny’s room and knocked on the door. After waiting a
moment he opened the door halfway before opening it fully and found the room empty. He wondered
where she was and called out to Dobby who strolled out of his room.

“Dobby do you know where Virginia is?”

“Yes sir Dobby does. She received a letter from her family a little after breakfast this
morning. She asked Dobby to tell you that she would not be back for a few days.”

Draco growled and grumpily thanked Dobby before walking back to his room to think. How could he
prove it was Matthew?

Ginny, as much as she loved her family wished that after she was with her concerned mother for
three hours wish she could escape back to Malfoy Manor. Her mother already told her she was going
to attend the Mayor’s ball and from what she had heard from Draco’s complaining she was not looking
forward to it. There would be men that her mother would only be to anxious to wed the deputy
mayor’s daughter. It was pathetic, Ginny realized three days later, as the carriage carried her
mother, father, and her to the ball. The dress was a deep auburn color and Ginny though pleased
with the dress was shocked that her parents actually let her wear such a shocking color. After
thinking about it more Ginny came to the conclusion they wanted her to stand out more from the
younger more accepted women at the party who didn’t have to sink to the low of wearing such bold
colors to attract men. It was a shame her parents tried to bring her down to the level they brought
her down too but they managed. The only reprieve from the hell Ginny was sure this night was she
might finally be able to see Draco. It was odd; she’d barely known the man for a few months and
being away from him for three days seemed a lifetime. She missed his sassy remarks and his teasing
manner in which he bothered her as well as the serious side he presented to the world when he went
about the case trying to find a young girl’s murderer.

“Ginny.” Molly Weasley said calling her daughter from her daydream, “There are going to be
important people tonight. I know you have these notions that you can change the world and show your
independence but please try tonight, just for us?”

The pleading in her Mother’s voice made Ginny wonder what could be so bad about being
independent. Her own mother used to be like herself, Ginny thought, she heard stories from her
mother’s sister Roxie that how her own mother used to argue with her father about politics and run
around with boys around town skirt and all. Her sister said she changed shortly after she was
seventeen and then she suddenly stopped arguing and running around to become a calm proper lady.
Her grandparents though loving breathed a sigh of relief at their daughter’s change and married her
oldest daughter off to Ginny’s father with a clear conscience. Unfortunately the side that Molly
managed to suppress her only daughter of seven children could not change who she was no matter how
hard she tried.

“I’ll try mother.”

With a small nod her father helped her mother from the carriage before giving his hand to Ginny
to help her from the carriage. Her parents started off first and a then after they were two steps
ahead of her she started to walk. The room as usual was decorated beautifully the lights bright and
catching nicely on chandeliers and the orchestra playing a smooth upbeat tempo. No one could accuse
the mayor of being close minded when it came to music, on other affairs however…Was that Luna? Yes
it was with her brother no less.

Her parents stepped away to talk to some political figure and Ron and Luna, hand and hand,
walked up to her. Giving a warm hug to the both of them Ginny smiled, she knew for a few months now
that they were going to engaged and saw that it was one of the few good matches. Ron’s tendency to
take his self too seriously and Luna’s more down to earth nature was a perfect balance. It really
was a shame most marriages couldn’t be based on unions like theirs.

“Ronald,” Luna was the only person to call Ginny’s bother by his full name, “Why don’t you get
your sister and I some wine?”

Ron knowing woman’s gossip was about to partake nodded his head and went to find a glass of wine
for

“I hear from a few friends in the city you have taken on a new case.” The face was impassive but
her tone shone with curiosity.

“Yes, I have. Why do you ask?”

“Oh I have forgotten to mention, they also inform me that you are residing in Malfoy manor.”

“He is the head detective in this story. He only enlisted my help because a few cases back I
handed something close to what he is investigating now.”

“So he invites you to live with him? Ginny my dear, if you were not a Weasley people would be
calling you a whore right now.”

Ginny smirked, “Who says they don’t already? Come on Luna, a female detective? They probably
think it’s a new title for a street walker of some kind.”

Luna rolled her eyes, “The joy of being a blue blood.” She took a look around the room before
leaning in closer to Ginny, “All jokes aside, the spirits say you are in great danger.”

Ginny sighed, “Luna you still go to those silly meetings?”

“They are not silly!” Luna protested. In a lower voice she added, “They led me to your brother;
that is all the proof in the world that magic does indeed exist.”

“Luna, how much did you rave about my brother? And your family being good friends with my family
helped things along. Looking into their crystal ball wasn’t that hard a task in your
situation.”

Luna glared and turned away to pout, “You are not the most supportive sister in law I’ve
met.”

“How about I’m your only sister in law? But just to be supportive, what did the spirits
says?”

Luna, decidedly ignoring her humoring tone turned and said, “They said you had a crucial
decision ahead of you, one that can change your life.”

Ginny opened her mouth to make a comment but Ron appeared just in time, “If you excuse Luna,
Ginny. I wanted to introduce her to a few people from the company.”

Ginny waved her hand dismissing them both, “Go, go, you children. Have fun.”



5. Chapter Four
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Past Life: Draco and Ginny

Chapter Four

As much as Ginny had grown to hate admitting Draco was right, she found herself having to agree
with him once again; the party was an immense bore. She at least expected to find him wandering
around shooting death glares at any person that looked like they were going to risk their necks to
talk to him but she couldn’t find him anywhere. After an hour of wandering around Ginny decided
she’d rest her feet and sit on a bench in the veranda. The best part about it was that there were
drapes hiding the entrance and gave the most privacy. There was almost no one outside on the clear
night and Ginny found her body relaxing, screw finding Draco this was soothing, and much more
soothing then wondering if her hair and blush were still in place.

“Such a handsome man that Malfoy turned out to be.” Ginny looked around trying to locate the
female voice and found that there must be some people on the other side of the drapes not realizing
she could hear every single word they were saying.

“Yes, but this manners and attitude towards everything is so foul. Then let’s not forget those
rumors…”

“Oh yes. They managed to keep it very quiet but I really do think he killed his father.”

“They say it was self defense.”

“Oh please Pricilla. I heard Lucius Malfoy was a bastard and maybe one day dear Draco became
tired of his cruel father and with all the money Draco inherited could have brought the police.
It’s happened before.”

“I don’t think…” There was a pause, “Michael sure has grown over the past year hasn’t he? Let’s
go say hello.”

Ginny turned her head just in time to see the shadows of the two gossiping girls move away and
sighed. It was girls like them that made her wonder what misfortune decided most girls were
catty.

“Amusing, those rumors are.”

Ginny looked to her right and saw Draco’s blonde hair in the shadows of the veranda.

“How long were you there?”

“A little bit before you sat down, I need to get away from those women.” Ginny could’ve sworn
she saw him shudder, “You’d think I was some prize be won at the fair.”

“Some prize.” Ginny said, “I can imagine it now. You think you’re going to have my child? What
are your credentials? Is your womb furnished enough? I pity the woman you marry.”

“Pity is for the merciful.”

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“About your family…”

“My father is dead, and I did kill him.” At the look on Ginny’s face he continued to say, “He
used to beat my mother to show me how to be a man. My mother was too much in love with him to do
anything and just took it. One day he got sick” He pulled out a cigarette and the look of distaste
on Ginny’s face sighed and put the cigarette back into his pocket, “It was easily curable and I
went out to get it. When I came back and was about to give him the medicine he came toward me and
the look in his eyes wasn’t sane. My father never approved of my, he insisted I was too soft and
too into those lesser then me. He then went into detail on what he did not my mother every
night.”

Hearing Ginny’s gasp he shook his head, “I just walked away and burned the medicine. He died
three days later. My mother never really was a strong person and she went crazy a few days after
his death. She hung herself with one of the sheets in her room. I was away taking care of the final
details of my father’s business. The house stunk of her body.”

There was a tense silence and Ginny sighed taking a sip of her drink before opening her mouth,
“I always believed in judging a person by past deeds and present deeds. You were young and such a
traumatic experience. I,” she sighed, “I wouldn’t blame you or hate you.”

“You might not believe me but that means a lot to me.”

They sat in silence for a while neither one feeling the need to fill the silence with words
looking up into the night sky.

“Ginny?” A voice called.

Both turned to look towards a tall red headed man with slight dusting of freckles, dressed in a
suit and looking like he hated every single minute of it.

“Hi Daddy.”

Ginny could only imagine the look on Draco’s face at her childish recognition of the man that
pushed back the drapes. Deciding to push it away from her mind Ginny stood up and without saying
good bye to Draco took her father’s arm and let her lead her into the ballroom once again.

“I have someone I want you to meet.”

“Who? What’s his name?”

“Mathew Blewetts. He is moving up around and I thought perhaps you’d like to meet him.”

“You mean mother thought I’d like to meet him.” Ginny retorted choosing not to add that she’d
already met this rising star of the Ministry. The thing that bothered her was that Mathew told her
he wished to be an artist and didn’t really like political agendas.

“Mathew this is my daughter Virginna, Virginna meet Mathew Blewetts.”

Mathew smiled and as he bowed tenderly took her hand and kissed the glove covered skin. As he
withdrew his hand he smiled and said quietly, “A pleasure.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

In all honesty the formality was driving Ginny crazy. What happened to the charming young man
she’d met only a few months ago. As Ginny accepted the invitation to dance she searched frantically
for an appropriate way to ask.

“Whatever happened to the young man I knew, Mathew?”

“What do you mean?” He dipped her abruptly and Ginny almost screamed from the lack of
coordination she felt.

“You wanted to be an artist. Not some diplomat that works for other men. You wanted to sleep and
wake up whenever you wanted, no definite schedule. Now you’re organized, work close with my father,
and are in this ball at a few months ago you swore you’d never set foot on.”

“Your perfect man correct?”

“You seemed to hit it off with Matthew.” Her mother said standing by the wall with her family’s
friends.

“No mother.”

“But-”

“NO.”

Her mother sighed, “I wish you would at least take your position in society seriously. Molly
noticed that Ginny was not listening to her lecture and followed her eyes to land on Draco Malfoy
talking to a long haired blonde.

“Handsome man.” Molly commented, “Though evil to the core. They say he killed his own
family.”

When Ginny turned to her in what she thought was surprise, Molly nodded in smiled, “Bad blood in
that family. That there is, I met the father once cruel and ruthless to the core. He was one of the
people who were against your father’s promotion.”

“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion Mother.”

Her mother’s look made Ginny wonder if there was more to the story.

The evening was drawing to an end and Ginny managed to catch up to Luna once more.

“What are you and Ron doing after this?”

“He has some business to take care of and I am going to visit a seer.” She paused, “Want to
come?”

“Luna you know I don’t believe in those things.”

“I didn’t say you had to partake in it. I just wanted the company.”

“I don’t know Luna.”

“Oh come on. It’ll be fun.”

Ginny looked around and dreaded her mother’s match making ploys and knew going with Draco would
cause a scandal.

“Alright, let me get my cloak.”



6. Chapter Five
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**Important Note**: I have a whole lot of Regents to take in the past week. I was going to
post a new chapter every day this whole week so I figured I’d knock out all the chapters at one.
The thing about this fic is that I have kinda **stopped** writing it, I have to stress this I
have **stopped** writing this I ran out of ideas. I mean how many clichés can I use? Even I have
pride. Chapter Five I just wrote and I have to force that out. I don’t really know where to take
this.

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Past Life: Draco and Ginny

Chapter Five

The last thing Ginny expected was to see an exquisite mansion in the same upscale neighborhood
not far away from Draco’s manor.

“This is it Luna?”

“Of course, you think I am the only person who is loony enough to believe what this man says? He
has quite a few people from our class visiting him forget about the common folk.

“A man?” Ginny usually heard her father talking about fat ugly women in colorful robes spewing
nonsense at innocent people who needed something to believe in, “What is his name?”

“Dumbledore. He’s old to be honest with you. But he strikes me a young soul in an old body. He’s
wise nonetheless.”

Luna rang the doorbell and a stern faced woman answered the door.

“Hello McGonagall.” Luna said warmly, “Is Dumbledore still up.”

“He said you were coming.” The woman said blandly standing aside letting the two women into the
huge house. The house, was very well furnished, the carpet was a rich red, but the walls I couldn’t
tell because every single wall was covered by bookcases filled to the brim with books. They were
following the woman named McGonagall up the huge spiraling staircase.

“They like to read.” Luna remarked as if reading Ginny’s mind.

“I can see that.” They were a few steps behind McGonagall and Ginny leaned over to Luna to
whisper, “Who is the lady?”

Luna shrugged, “There are some theories. Some say she’s a ghost of a past relative, some say
that is his sisters, and the one I like the most is that she is Dumbledore’s wife.”

They reached the very top of the stairs and she was shocked to see the top floor was just one
large open room. And in that room in a large armchair was Dumbledore. Ginny couldn’t resist rolling
her eyes.

A voice soft but demanding attention asked, “Is there a problem Miss Weasley?”

Ginny straightened out, how did he know her name?

“Bonjour Dumbledore!” Luna greeted warmly sitting down happily in one of the arm chairs across
from the man. He wasn’t visible from where Ginny stood so Ginny, her curiosity taking over
completely, walked over to the second arm chair and cautiously sat down. The dim light from the
table helped Ginny to see the characteristics of the old man in front of her. When he was younger
he was obviously handsome with a long face and boyish features that still remained even in his old
age. He had white hair combed neatly into a ponytail, and spectacles that covered sparkling
eyes.

“If you were wondering I’ve seen your picture in the newspaper. Smashing break in that case of
yours, really remarkable how the killer was under everyone’s nose and no one realized it.”

Ginny said nothing still looking around for trick mirrors that she was sure to have to endure in
a few minutes.

“You are not going to find trick mirrors here Miss Weasley.” At her expression he chuckled, “I
don’t even use a crystal ball.”

“Really?” Ginny asked.

Luna laughed and leaned forward to Dumbledore, “You’ll have to excuse my friend she is a firm
prude.”

Dumbledore smiled, “I don’t mind. She is refreshing. What do you want to know Luna?”

“Nothing really, I just had nothing else to do…” She trailed off thinking, “How about Ron’s
business venture how is that doing?”

“Next week he is going to receive a new client that will move him forward. As of right now he is
doing well enough.”

“Gee thanks. I can get bet with me for next week. He’ll never figure it out!”

Dumbledore turned to Ginny, “Anything you’ll like to know?”

Ginny shrugged. What harm could it do, “What is my mother’s history?”

“Why did her personality change so drastically?” Dumbledore asked, “She was an interesting
character. She used to come visit me all the time. It was a series of things but it involved a
man.”

“My father right?” It was common knowledge that her mother once she heard the news of her
engagement changed over night.”

“No it wasn’t your father.” Dumbledore’s eyes were closed, “Are you sure you want to know?”

“What can be so bad about the whole thing?” Ginny asked, “I want to understand my mother
better.”

Luna knew immediately from Dumbledore’s expression that what he was about to tell her best
friend was not what Ginny would want to hear.

Twenty minutes later Ginny walked out with Luna her face frozen in an unreadable mask. Luna,
could be a major flake at times, but knew it was not the right time to speak. What they both heard,
the implications would be a shocker to anyone who knew Molly Weasley. Once they were in the
carriage Ginny turned to Luna and smiled.

“Hey can you drop my off at the Malfoy Mannor.”

“I knew what you just heard isn’t something that you want to accept but going to visit with son
so quickly.”

Ginny smiled, “Just get me there. You know its funny.”

“What is?” Luna asked.

“I should hate him or at least not trust him. He told me about his life and I believe him and I
further understand what he did to his father. I trust him.”

“That is saying a lot. It took you weeks to warm up to me. You should come back to my home and
visit him tomorrow. You’re still a little off from the wine.”

Ginny laughed, “That is because you are crazy. I still don’t know what you are going to do half
of the time. But honestly take me to Malfoy Manor. I want to talk to Draco about it for some
reason.”

The one thing Luna was totally thankful for was that Luna didn’t question her anymore because
honestly she didn’t know the answer herself.

“What are you doing here?”

Draco had been on his way to bed when he heard a carriage pull up. Curiosity, the drive of his
profession moved him to see who was visiting him at such a strange hour. The pleasure that coursed
through his blood at seeing the little red head walk into the opening hall did more than surprise
him. But she seemed disturbed about something and walked her way up the stairs to the library to
where his father kept his journals. She went straight for a certain journal without hesitation.
Whatever she was reading she seemed totally absorbed in it. His drive to know everything he wanted
to know that was around him he walked forward.

“Hey Draco,” Ginny turned and smiled, “I have to talk to you about something.”

Draco smiled slightly drawing his robe about himself to hide his pajamas. It was amazing how
manners came back to a person at the oddest time. He asked, “About the case?”

Ginny shook her head and smiled back, “It’s personal. Let’s sit down.”

If Draco was even slightly tired those two words brought him back further into reality. They
settled down firmly on the plush chairs located in the library neither one knowing where to
start.

“It’s about your father.” Ginny finally blurted out.

It was the first time, Ginny realized, that Draco looked confused or puzzled about anything. A
hoard of animals could run through his house and he’d never blink an eye, speak about his family
and he’d break into a sweat.

“What about him?”

“Your father and my mother had a…” Ginny trailed off, “a thing.”

“A thing?” Draco asked.

“A thing.” Ginny answered, “It’s in his journal. He met my mother and in an odd sense they
changed each other for ever. He after the relationship had to be in total control and then my
mother didn’t want control.” She reached over to hand the journal in her hand to Draco, “It guess
things are coming in a full circle.”

Draco looked up from his reading and frowned, “It says here that they almost got married.”

“Just imagine I could’ve been your sister.”

A moment of silence and two shudders later the two shook their heads.

“Well I’ve had enough revelations for the night.” Draco replied, “I’m going to bed.”

Ginny nodded, “I might as well go with you.”

Both realized the awkwardness of her statement and Ginny laughed, “And here I pegged you for a
gentleman.”

“I am!” Draco protested, “You just need to phrase your questions better.”

Ginny snorted as she started up the stairs, “You probably just heard what you wanted to
hear.”

Draco’s eyebrow without preamble shot up and smirked, “Still a bit tipsy Ms. Weasley?”

“Of course, but you know you’re attracted to me.” They were at her door now and Ginny turned a
smirk gracing her lips, “It’s a shame we didn’t meet in different circumstances, I would’ve loved
to be your fiancée.”

With that she stumbled into her room and slammed the door closed leaving a totally stunned
Draco.



