Sequel to Winning the Heart of An Almost Seven Year Old. It’s Lizzie’s first year at Hogwarts. Adrian is four years old and takes every chance he gets to fly solo, if only Ginny would let him. This is the story of Lizzie’s adventures at Hogwarts and Draco and Ginny’s as well. The beginning starts as of July of 2021. Through out the story, each chapter skips either days, weeks, months, or all three. Lizzie falls for her father’s number one rival’s son. How does Draco react to this? Does he even know about this? Read and find out.
From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/1815/
In the Eyes of the Eagle
Sequel to Winning the Heart of an Almost Seven Year Old
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Helpful Information: It’s July of 2021. Lizzie is now eleven years old and Adrian is four years old. Lizzie was born on April 10, 2010 and Adrian on April 3, 2017.
Chapter One: Mess Upon Messes
“Adrian Alan!” Ginny muttered under her breath as she entered the living room.
Toys. Toys were everywhere. Somehow, Adrian had managed to drag out as many toys as he possibly could carry, dump then on the floor, and then go back for a second round and possibly a third.
Ginny stormed out of the living room of the Burrow and went outside to see Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and Adrian out on the old quidditch pitch field. It was just what she wanted to see, right? Was she ready for her little boy to be up in the air soaring though the sky as if nothing mattered in the world? Let alone to be ready for him to be on a broom along with it? No. No, she wasn’t. Heck, she knew Draco was ready for that. She knew he was sneaking him off to take him up in the air before but that was different. Adrian wasn’t flying solo with his dad.
But with Harry, Ron, George, and Fred…there was no telling about what they were doing. There was no way to tell.
Then she saw it.
You could hear a faint giggle above somewhere. Ginny looked above her and there was her baby. On a broom and flying solo. Her worst nightmare had come true. If she could handle her worst nightmare then could she handle a pre-teen girl? Let alone a pre-teen that already knew half a dozen languages at least? Who knows? She certainly didn’t know.
“Adrian Alan Malfoy! You get down here right now!” Ginny yelled at her youngest child, now forgetting full well of the mess he had made in the living room.
Ron, Fred, and George, who heard their baby sister’s cry at their nephew, started to gather around towards Adrian and Ginny.
“Come down here!” Ginny said, reaching her arms towards Adrian.
Adrian reluctantly gave in and reached for his mother.
Ginny grabbed a hold of Adrian and pulled him towards her, causing to make his broom to fall straight towards the ground and also into a rose thorn bush.
“Mummy!” Adrian shouted for joy. “I phew! I phew! Mummy, I phew!”
“You’re never to do that again,” Ginny scolded, as she took him inside the Burrow. “You understand? I don’t want to see you on a broom until you’re at least 7 years old.”
“But Mummy!” Adrian whined and began to whimper. “I brvoom! I brvoom! I brvoom!”
“No baby,” Ginny said, carrying him with full force now as he was kicking and waving his arms about, carrying on a brave and full precarious fit of his own. “Not until you’re older.”
“No!” Adrian whaled, as his little legs and arms were tiredly giving out from all the kicking and waving about of his arms. “I vus! I vus!”
“No, sweetie you mustn’t,” Ginny said. “We’re going home now. It’s about time for Dadda and Lizzie to be home from their trip this morning.”
“Dadda!” Adrian said, cheering up a little bit. “I want Dadda! Dadda let me brvoom!”
“No, sweetie,” Ginny said. “Dadda is not taking you flying today.”
Then an uproar might as well have happened because Adrian’s little masterpiece of a fit was kicking in full force, as Ginny struggled to keep him still. He was back to kicking legs and waving wildly and madly of his arms in every direction.
Ginny quickly grabbed some floo powder with one hand, while her other arm was trying to hold Adrian. She quickly stepped into the fireplace and said, “Home!”
Ginny landed with both feet still pretty normal, like always but her arms with Adrian on the other hand, were a little outrageous. Ginny was struggling with all her might to just keep him intact with her.
“What on earth is going on?” Lizzie asked, in Latin no doubt.
Adrian had gotten used to his older sister speaking six other languages around him, in fact, he’d try to learn from her but his version of it, didn’t quite match the real thing sometimes.
“He’s having a rotten and deranged fit, I’m convinced,” Ginny said, as she carried him to his room, or at least as far as she could get.
“Oh I see,” Lizzie said, following.
Ginny made it half way towards Adrian’s room when Draco suddenly appeared and took him out of her arms. Instantly, he calmed down.
“Finally!” Lizzie said, from behind her mother. “The pest shuts up!”
“Elizabeth Nicole!” Ginny scolded. “Go alphabetize the whole library!”
“Mother!” Lizzie complained.
“Your section, the section your mother and I share, and your mother’s section. But you leave my section alone,” Draco said, interrupting. “Go, before I make you clean the place from top to bottom with an old grimy toothbrush.”
Lizzie then scattered like the world was on fire and it all depended on her to save it from burning.
Draco held Adrian in one arm, while Adrian was now asleep, as he then took Ginny’s hand with his other hand that was free, and led her down the hallway.
Draco let go of Ginny’s hand as he then set Adrian down on his little bed. Adrian still slept, even though Draco no longer had touching contact with him.
Draco then took a hold of Ginny’s hand and led her out of the room. He shut the door behind her and then took her into his arms.
“Ahh,” Ginny said, as she willingly let herself lean against Draco’s strong and muscled chest. “I missed you.”
“Gin, I was only gone for a couple of hours,” Draco said. “I didn’t know Lizzie could shop for that long!”
Ginny laughed a little as she then spoke, “Ah, the wonders of the long hours of shopping! No wonder you eagerly took Adrian into your arms.”
“Is she like that with you when you shop?” Draco asked.
“No, you’re putty in the clay maker’s hands compared to me,” Ginny laughed.
“Yeah, sure laugh,” Draco said. “I’ll get you back for that.”
“No you won’t,” Ginny said. “Did you even take her to get her supplies for school?”
“Knew I was forgetting something,” Draco said. “She really does have me wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”
“That she does,” Ginny said. “I’ll take her tomorrow. You can handle Adrian for a couple of hours right? Just don’t take him flying.”
“Oh why not? It’s fun. I can’t wait to see him go solo,” Draco said.
“He already did,” Ginny grumbled.
“What?” Draco asked.
“And I told him he couldn’t fly until he was at least seven years old,” Ginny said.
“Ginny! That’s harsh!” Draco said. “Come on sweetheart, you know it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Not when he’s only been four years old for four months now. That’s way too soon!” Ginny said.
“Aw, Gin,” Draco said.
“Don’t aw Gin me Draco,” Ginny said. “I don’t want him back in the air until he’s older. Not just a couple of months after his fourth birthday.”
“Ginny! Come on sweetie,” Draco said. “You’ve got to let him on sooner than that. Don’t deprive your own son from his natural abilities.”
“Don’t tell me about his natural abilities Draco,” Ginny scolded.
“You know what I think?” Draco asked.
“No I don’t know what you think,” Ginny said.
“I think you need one long good nap,” Draco said as he picked her up and carried her to their room.
“Draco!” Ginny said, as Draco carried her.
“Hush!” Draco hissed. “Don’t wake Adrian. He needs that nap almost as much as you do.”
“Draco Augustus Malfoy! How dare you say that to me! What did I ever do to you?” Ginny asked.
“You seriously want me to answer that one?” Draco asked, laughing a little bit as he shut the door behind him, set her down on their bed and then crawled on top of her so that she would stay down and not get up.
“Draco!” Ginny said. “Get off of me!”
“I think I know my name by now Ginny,” Draco said. “Apparently, this has been one heck of a mess upon messes day. Let me see what I can do to help you unwind.”
Before Ginny could respond, Draco had invaded her mouth with a sweet gentle kiss that instantly made her melt beneath him.
Chapter Two: Part 1: Last Minute Emergencies
Lizzie was throwing clothes around her room, searching for the perfect outfit to wear. It was only just a few days before the Christmas Ball at Hogwarts. She was currently in her room in the Slytherin headquarters. Professor Snape had personally made see to it that as a Malfoy, a Malfoy always had their own room.
“Lizzie, what on earth are you doing?” a voice suddenly said.
Lizzie turned around and began speaking in French.
{AN: Afraid of being wrong about the words in French, I just won't put them in French. Just consider yourself lucky to not have to translate them yourself.}
“What do you mean? There are only a matter of days before the Christmas Ball and I still don't have anything to wear! And how am I supposed to go to the ball with Michael if I don't have anything to wear. Although, he probably wouldn't mind that but still!” Lizzie rambled on in French.
“Ok hold on!” Lizzie's best friend, Nicole said. “I'm starting to get used to the different languages you speak. But if I translated correctly from what you just said, it's time for us to go to Hogsmeade. And Michael who? You never told me about him! How many languages do you speak?”
“Six,” Lizzie said. “It's not even the weekend yet and you're saying for us to go shopping?”
“Dang woman! I can let alone barely speak two and yet you've mastered six!” Nicole said. “And yes, shopping. We're going. I know you have an invisibility cloak. And don't lie to me about that. I saw you buy it last time we were in Knockturn Alley. Now tell me about this Michael person. Who is he? What house is he?”
“When are we leaving? And how the hell did you find out about me being in Knockturn Alley? Potter, Gryffindor,” Lizzie said.
“Now,” Nicole said, as she put the cloak around her and Lizzie, went into the fireplace and shouted, “W3!”
W3 meaning, Fred and George's new joke shop.
“Lizzie!” Fred said. “What on earth are you doing here for? Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?”
“Uncle Fred, since when have you cared if I skipped school or not? Considering you did that every chance you got, unless Grandma Weasley put a restriction spell on you,” Lizzie fired back.
“You are too much like your father,” George said, coming in. “What do you need? And we promise your parents won't know of this whole ordeal.”
“We're shopping for a dress. Or at least I am. For the Christmas ball. It's in a few days and I still don't have a dress to wear,” Lizzie said, quickly in Latin.
Fred, still translating what she said in his mind, then said, “Ok Lizzie, you've got to speak English with us. Understand? We do not speak as many languages as you do.”
George came up to her and held out a little bag.
“Your father knew you'd do this one day,” George said. “He said there's a hundred galleons in this bag for you to use one day. And the day is come. Don't be like your mother, and just take it and go have fun.”
~*~
AN: thanks for the reviews…Ch.2, Part 2: Shopping Gone Wild, is to come soon!
Chapter Two: Part 2: Shopping Gone Wild
“Lizzie!” Nicole shouted over the loud voices of the crowd in the street.
There was currently a concert of some kind going on. Suddenly, a big wave of people, talking and hollering, coming through the streets of Diagon Alley. Lizzie and Nicole, both had about 3 shopping bags in total with both hands. And yet, shopping didn't mean nothing without the saying, `Shop til' you drop'.
Apparently, Nicole thought. Lizzie was taking that saying literally.
“Nicole, head over to your left!” Lizzie shouted back.
Nicole went and so did Lizzie. They came to a shop that read, `Sunshine's Fashion Styles'. The store was bustling with people. People were everywhere. Apparently, they came on a very good day. The store had everything, from ordinary clothes to fancy, prom dresses.
Lizzie's eyes went wide with excitement as they entered. Lizzie turned to Nicole and looked her in the eyes.
“Whoever wins, gets to choose how long we stay here,” Lizzie said as she held her fist out.
Nicole did the same, “Ok, ready, set, go.”
Both Nicole and Lizzie quickly did the paper, scissor, rock game. Two out of three wins, won the game for Lizzie.
“We won't leave until I have the perfect dress to wear,” Lizzie said.
“What about the other clothes we got today?” Nicole asked.
“What are you? The wardrobe clothes number limit police?” Lizzie asked in Latin.
“No,” Nicole said back in Latin also. “Let's go!”
Over the next several hours, Nicole and Lizzie just about tried on every outfit in the store. Lizzie probably had about a fourth of the store's popularity of clothes in her picks. Lizzie had about 7 different styles of dresses laid out in front of her, in many colors.
At the moment, Lizzie had on a midnight blue dress on that made her look like royalty. Princess or Queen, she looked like one of them. The dress went past her feet in the back, and had just enough material in the front so that her feet could still walk and not trip. It had a shiny, glossy look to it with a touch of a glitter magic added to it. It had white glossy long gloves to go with it. The dress was also strapless.
Better not let Daddy see this, Lizzie said. He'd faint probably. Either that or grin until Mum saw this.
“That is gorgeous Lizzie!” Nicole exclaimed as she saw Lizzie in it by the mirror. “I think that's the one.”
“I think so too,” Lizzie said. “What do you think Michael will say?”
“Nothing,” Nicole said straight.
“What? What do you mean nothing?” Lizzie asked, starting to get offended.
“He'll be too tongue twisted after he see's you to even say anything,” Nicole said. “You'll be lucky if you get him to say anything after he see's you in this dress!”
“How long have you two been together?” Nicole asked.
“Since we got on the train back in September,” Lizzie said.
“And you didn't tell me?” Nicole asked. “Why so long under wraps?”
“You know our families,” Lizzie said. “And the school too. It's not everyday that you see a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together, let alone a Malfoy and a Potter.”
“You're parents were both from different houses. Slytherin and Gryffindor,” Nicole stated. “And as I remember you saying, Weasley's and Malfoy's were the other's number one enemy.”
“Yes but they didn't get together until my mum got a job at my dad's company. Not while they were here,” Lizzie said. “My father would flip out if he knew I was going out with a Potter. Let alone somebody in Gryffindor.”
“What would that matter? You're a Slytherin. You're just like him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him,” Nicole said.
“I like the way you think,” Lizzie said.
“If you were full Slytherin blooded, you'd be exactly like me,” Nicole said. “Can't blame that on your mother. I like your mother. I love her cookies.”
“You and my brother both!” Lizzie said. “Don't know which is worse at times.”
“Oh come on,” Nicole said and then grinned. “Besides, you still manage to live on.”
“Yeah, cause you just wanna go cruising for hott guys in the summers',” Lizzie said. “That and shopping every week if we were allowed.”
“You know it!” Nicole said. “Are you about done trying on dresses? I thought you were getting the other one?”
“I am,” Lizzie said. “Can't help if I want to get a red one too. Valentine's Day isn't that far away after Christmas!”
“They're two months apart!” Nicole said.
“Exactly,” Lizzie said, smirking proudly like a true Malfoy.
“You know you scare me at times with that smirk of yours,” Nicole said. “Guess that's why over 80% of the Slytherin household knows better than to come across you.”
“You know it,” Lizzie said, gathering the clothes she wanted to purchase. “Let's go check out and get some ice cream and then check back in with Uncle Fred and Uncle George.”
Nicole gathered her things too that she wanted to purchase and went along with Lizzie. There were two lines. Both of which were empty. Lizzie took one and Nicole took the other. Before long, they were heading out with at least 5 shopping bags in each hand, including the other bags from previous shops. They headed towards Fred and George's joke shop.
They entered the shop to see Fred sitting in the seat near the candy machine and George testing out new products in the back.
“Holy moly!” Fred exclaimed as he saw the girls' hands decked out with about 10 bags a piece for each girl. “I guess you both took the shop til' you drop saying, literally.”
“You know it,” Lizzie said. “That's what I do. Could you imagine what Grandma would say if she knew about this?”
Fred laughed at this. “Yes but could you imagine what the look would be if your grandfather saw this, let alone your mother?”
“No, but I know that Grandmother Narcissa would be mighty proud of me,” Lizzie said.
“That I would be Elizabeth,” a voice said, coming in.
Narcissa was the only one who had called Lizzie by her real name.
Lizzie turned to see her grandmother Narcissa, grinning proudly.
“Grandmother Narcissa!” Lizzie said as she dropped the bags of clothes and went to her grandmother's arms.
Narcissa always liked Lizzie the best. She looked exactly like her son, Draco. And she spoiled her rotten. Lucius was no longer apart of the Malfoy legacy. He betrayed the oath of the former Malfoys'. The oath was, ` You demand the proper respect to the name Malfoy but yet you never harm the future Malfoy heir's mothers' or their families.' And by what Lucius had done to Ginny in her first year, had set a mark on Lucius forever and it also landed him in total darkness and bad luck until he died. He was in Azkaban at this moment.
“Now look at you!” Narcissa said. “Just like your dear old great-grandmother. Always took the shop til' you drop saying literally. And that she did too. And you also. You make me proud dear. Now get along back to school before your father finds out.”
“You won't mention this to him will you?” Lizzie asked.
“As long as you don't mention you saw me,” Narcissa said slyly in return.
“You got a deal,” Lizzie said, and then went over the bags on the floor and picked them up. “Nicole let's go.”
“See you later Uncle Fred and Uncle George!” Lizzie said. “Remember you never saw us!”
“Got it!” Fred said.
“Just don't tell your mother about our new invention,” George said. “In fact, don't leave yet. Come over here and test this out.”
Lizzie grinned, set down her stuff and went to see what it was.
George held out a little bottle that was a white color for Lizzie to take.
“Be careful who you put some of this to,” George said. “Just tap a little bit of this into somebody's food or drink and they'll have the hiccups for days. And not to mention, they'll say out things as if they were delirious from a wild fever!”
“Try it out on your classmates first before you try it on Adrian,” George said. “And whatever you do, don't let your mother see that. She'll have our hides as fast as the speed of light if she ever see's that.”
“Will do,” Lizzie grinned. “See you two officially at Christmas.”
By officially, Lizzie meant, that they were really supposed to see the other. Unofficially, Lizzie and Nicole would go get ice cream every other Friday of the week. They'd stop at Fred and George's shop to help test out new products. And to stock up on free supplies of hilarious pranks. One prank would say, “You should be kin to Umbridge!”
That one got shut down quickly as soon as Ginny heard about it.
Lizzie and Nicole then went to the fireplace, stepped in with all twenty bags, and Lizzie said, “Slytherin Queen!”
Slytherin Queen was code for Lizzie's room at Hogwarts.
After another several hours of sorting and putting away new clothes in the wardrobes of each girl's closet, they both fell on their beds and layed there for a minute.
“Want to do each other's nails?” Lizzie asked, five minutes after they jumped on the other one's bed and hit the pillow with their heads.
“With my new nail polish I got earlier?” Nicole asked, grinning.
“You grin too much you know that?” Lizzie asked.
“And you smirk too much,” Nicole said.
“Comes with the quality of the name,” Lizzie said. “And yes, let's get this party started.”
“If you weren't Slytherin, I'd say that ole' hat would be crazy not to put you in your rightful place,” Nicole said as she then got out her new polish. “Pink or blue?”
“Blue,” Lizzie said. “Gotta match my dress.”
“Only you would think that five days before the ball,” Nicole said.
“You know it,” Lizzie grinned as they then chatted away while they did the other's nails.
AN: thanks for the reviews! Hope you liked this as much as I did writing it. Next chapter title, A Night to Remember, is soon to come in the next couple days or in a week.
Chapter Three: A Night to Remember
“Lizzie!” Nicole said, as she tried to get Lizzie to wake up.
It was the morning of the ball; or rather it was already 3 in the afternoon on that Saturday. Nicole was already in a frantic state; Lizzie had never slept this late before.
And she couldn't have picked a better day to do so, Nicole thought
There was knocking sound at the door.
Nicole got up and went to the door, opened it and saw Michael.
“What are you doing?” Nicole asked.
“Checking up on my girlfriend if that's ok with her best friend,” Michael sneered as he swiftly went past Nicole and went to Lizzie, who was still sound asleep and under the covers of her bed.
He spoke softly to Lizzie as she still slept away the day, and he shook her just a tad but as he still tried to wake her up.
“I already tried that,” Nicole said, watching Michael try to awaken her.
“Apparently, your ways didn't work as you can see,” Michael said, “but mine, are a whole lot more persuasive.”
“Oh, so you think so?” Nicole said, getting rather annoyed at Lizzie's boyfriend.
“I do,” Michael said, as he lowered his head towards Lizzie's and kissed her.
Before long, Lizzie was responding back. Like a true Malfoy. The way to get them up was to get their lovers to kiss them. Michael and Lizzie weren't lovers but they were a couple, so that worked just as well.
“Morning to you too,” Lizzie said, opening her eyes.
“More like afternoon,” Michael said, kissing her again, biting her lip gently.
“Afternoon?” Lizzie asked, rising up, knocking Michael over a little bit.
“I've tried to get you up before now but you simply shooed me away with your fist,” Nicole said.
“Oops, sorry about that Nicole,” Lizzie said, going back to Michael's warm and inviting lips.
Nicole was rather tired of seeing this.
“Ok, enough is enough,” Nicole said, grabbing a hold of Michael and pulling him away from Lizzie, “you two can continue your make out session later on tonight. Right now, I have to get Lizzie to her hair appointment. Let alone get her ready for the ball tonight.”
“Oh come on Nicole,” Lizzie said, “just a little bit longer.”
“No,” Nicole said, shoving Michael out the door of their room, “good-bye Michael. She'll see you later tonight, I promise you that.”
“Aww, that was mean,” Lizzie said.
“Drastic times calls for drastic measures,” Nicole said.
“Oh please,” Lizzie said, “whatever.”
~*~
“Nicole! Where's my ruby necklace?” Lizzie asked, shouting from the bathroom.
“Ruby? Damn girl, you're about as expensive as expensive gets,” Nicole said. “If it wasn't for your mother not knowing about your Grandmother Narcissa spoiling you like a true Malfoy is at times, then I'd swear you'd be a true Slytherin Ice Queen by now.”
“Oh I already am,” Lizzie said, a little too proudly with too much pride, “do you know where it is or not? I need to know which jewelry to put on if that one isn't found at this moment.”
“Oh relax would you?” Nicole asked, “Its right where you left it last, on your nightstand by the lamp.”
“Would you bring it to me please?” Lizzie asked.
“You're being a little too bossy today Lizzie,” Nicole said, “remember, I have a date too. I also, need to get ready. So hurry up in there.”
“Ok, ok, ok,” Lizzie said, clasping the necklace around her neck. “It's all yours now.”
“Ooh you look pretty in that gorgeous dress,” Nicole said, as she too had just gotten into her own dress. “I don't know who will be pleased more: Michael or that idiotic geek-looking, Gryffindor Thomas Craven.”
“Oh that's disgusting and unpleasant,” Lizzie said, “you dare to even speak his name? What are you trying to do, jink the night away? It hasn't even officially started yet.”
“Sorry,” Nicole said, “just pointing out the obvious.”
“Well don't when it comes to that ugly geek,” Lizzie said.
“Ok,” Nicole said. “Could you help me zip up the back of this dress?”
Nicole was currently wearing a dress that was deep as a red rose color almost. It had a slit that went up just past her knee on both sides of her well tanned body. It was especially low cut in the front; she almost didn't need to bother wearing a bra with it. She had shoes to match also. And also, a pair of gloves that fit her perfectly.
“You know that dress would look even better if it was a deep green instead of a deep red,” Lizzie said, zipping up the back of her dress.
“Too bad,” Nicole said, “it's staying as it is. If I were going to change it, it'd be black not green.”
“Determined to be naughty tonight are you?” Lizzie asked.
“You never know,” Nicole said, almost dirty-like enough to turn on a man, if one were standing right beside her.
After another ten minutes of primping, each girl was ready to greet their dates for the night.
“Should we split the room in two in case each of us decides to have our own little party afterwards?” Nicole asked.
“I thought you'd never ask,” Lizzie said. “You know I would. But if you please, cast a silencing charm also, if you do.”
“Will do,” Nicole said. “Whoever gets here first can split the room in half.”
“No, we'll do that now,” Lizzie said, “just make a little hallway to one room. If one of us gets here before the other does, put a bright pink figure eight rubber band around the doorknob.”
“Alright,” Nicole said, setting the room into two with her wand.
“Ok, let's go barge in on our men,” Lizzie said.
“Nope,” Nicole said, “Ryan is meeting me down in the common room, which brings to my attention that I was supposed to be down there about five minutes ago.”
“What are you waiting on then?” Lizzie asked. “Go already!”
They hurried out of their now, two rooms that was once one room. Nicole split away from Lizzie once she saw Ryan Corners by the fireplace, leaving Lizzie to go find her man.
“You look gorgeous Nikki,” Ryan said, stealing a kiss.
“Thank-you Ryan and I thought I told you never to call me Nikki again,” Nicole said, “it's so not classic at all.”
“I'm sorry malady,” Ryan said, recovering from his apparent mistake by kissing her again and graveling at her feet.
“Don't gravel at my feet, well it wouldn't hurt but don't go too far to where it's pathetic,” Nicole ordered.
When it came to who was bossier than who, Nicole tied with Lizzie in the Slytherin household.
“You got it my dear,” Ryan said, offering an arm, “ready to go?”
Nicole took his hand, instead of his arm and then went with him.
Meanwhile, Lizzie on the other hand, was currently in Michael's room, looking for him but yet he was no where to be found.
Lizzie was now scrounging about through the Gryffindor Common Room. Even though she had never been in this room as her mother had once had, she knew the way around. She had a copy of the Maurader's Map from Uncle George and Uncle Fred. She knew the whole castle basically. She constantly made her way towards the doorway to the Common Room.
“Miss Malfoy,” a voice said from behind.
Lizzie turned around and looked to see a stubby little elf at her feet.
“What do you want?” Lizzie asked.
Apparently, she was exactly like her father when it came to house elves. He didn't really care about manners when it came to them, neither did Lizzie. Both her and her father just covered that little fact when Ginny was around.
The little stubby elf held out an envelope with her name on it.
“This is for you madam,” the elf said, with a smile on her face. “Mr. Potter requests for you to receive this at this time of evening. He wishes you to come to him.”
“Very well,” Lizzie said. “Would you be able to lead the way to him?”
“I'm afraid I can not do that Miss,” the elf said. “I now say good-bye and good luck with your quest.”
Then just like that, the stubby little elf was gone.
Well that was rude, Lizzie thought. Not even a hint on where to go.
The envelope in Lizzie's hands was starting to get warm for some odd reason. She jittered a little at that little predicament. She started to open the envelope. Inside was the most beautiful green card with glossy white writing on it with the trim just as the same.
My dear Lizzie,
Tonight will be a night to remember for you and for the both of us. Here in this card, among others, I've left a trail that is of our first things we shared as a couple, that leads the path to finding me. For the first task, you must go to the place where we shared our first first together. Good luck my love.
Love yours forever,
Michael Potter
So that's what this was about, Lizzie thought. I'm supposed to find him through out the mist of all this mess. What was our first first?
Lizzie thought on this for a moment.
First holding hands, first kiss, first special moment. Which was it? Which came first for that matter?
At that moment, a beautiful red rose appeared to her, which was also floating in the air towards her. She reached out and took it and then instantly knew where to go, the Slytherin Gardens': where she had first received her first kiss.
Again, like before, there was a little stubby elf again when she got to the beautiful fountain that was surrounded by roses and all other flowers equally beautiful, in the Slytherin Gardens'.
“Congratulations Miss Malfoy,” the little elf said. “You've completed the first task. Mr. Potter wishes me to give you this.”
Again, the elf held out yet another envelope for her to take.
Lizzie took it and then opened it.
My dearest Lizzie,
If you're reading this, then you've made it though the first round. There are only as many rounds as many firsts we have discovered together. Now, go to the place where we shared our first moment together. By the way, you look beautiful my dear. If only I could get up close to you to prove to you how beautiful you are. Only one more task after this.
Forever yours,
Michael Potter
Lizzie then rushed off to the next place, the lake by the Gryffindor tower.
Again, the stubby little elf was there when she got there.
“What have you got for me this time?” Lizzie asked.
The elf smiled and then held out the last letter to Lizzie.
My sweet Lizzie,
For the last task, I'll ask you to do one thing. Turn around and look.
Internally yours,
Michael
That was short, Lizzie thought.
The elf disappeared all of a sudden. Lizzie then did as the letter had requested.
Lizzie turned around to be in Michael's arms as he suddenly dipped her backwards a little bit, leaned down and kissed her.
“You sneaky thing you,” Lizzie said as Michael slowly pulled her back up to a right position.
“Don't I know it,” Michael said, as he pulled something out of his pocket.
Lizzie looked as he did this.
“Michael, uh…” Lizzie started. “That isn't what I think it is, is it?”
“Are you thinking it's an engagement ring?” Michael asked.
“Well,” Lizzie said. “Yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking at this moment.”
“Well, you're wrong my dear,” Michael said.
Lizzie's eyes dropped back to normal.
“It's a promise ring,” Michael said, as he opened it up for her to see.
It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. Gold band with three little diamonds surrounding one big diamond.
“It's beautiful Michael,” Lizzie said, as she put it on her right ring finger. “Thank-you.”
“Let's go shall we?” Michael asked.
“Yes but first,” Lizzie said.
“First what?” Michael asked.
“First this,” Lizzie said, as she then stepped closer pulling him and kissed him hard.
The kiss then turned into more of a sweet and gentle kiss.
“I think I love you Elizabeth Nicole Malfoy,” Michael whispered against her lips.
“And I love you, Michael John Potter,” Lizzie whispered against his lips and then deepened the kiss.
Chapter Four: Part 1: Purebloods
“Who gave her what?” Draco shouted in anger towards Ginny.
“Don't you dare yell at me Draco Malfoy,” Ginny said. “Our daughter, is dating Michael Potter and he gave her a promise ring, a beautiful one at that if I don't say so myself.”
Ginny smiled at the thought of how beautiful the ring was when Lizzie had described it to her in her last letter, but kept her smile to a minimum at the reasoning of her husband on the edge at the moment.
“But Gin, he's a Potter,” Draco said. “He's not even pureblood!”
“Why should that matter?” Ginny asked in a rage.
“It's important to me that our children don't break the line of the purebloods in our society and our family. I won't stand for the Malfoy line to be broken by some half blood!” Draco growled.
SLAP!
Ginny slapped Draco harder than she had ever before.
“How dare you! You'd sacrifice your own daughter to somebody who is pureblood whom she doesn't even love in order to keep the line clean? I must have been wrong to let you know of your heir almost six years ago!” Ginny sneered and then raised her hand again to strike again.
Instead, Draco took a hold of it tightly and then took a hold of her other hand as she tried to do the same again. He looked into her eyes and spoke.
“You know damn well that I would. If it hadn't of been for Colin convincing you to come back to me then we wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't have me in your bed every night, you wouldn't have Adrian right now, you wouldn't even have the clothes that are on your back right now if it wasn't for me,” Draco said, as he watched Ginny's face and emotions convert to anger and hatred.
Then without warning, Draco leaned down and aggressively kissed her, to the point where he was bruising her lips and she him also. They fought like this for the next few minutes, hard and demanding, until Draco released her from his grasp and looked to see tears in her eyes.
Draco let his guard down and then realized what he had done. He had taken control and yet, even though Ginny fought back he still overrode the situation. Ginny was having a hard enough time trying to cope with the words Draco had said to her, let alone keeping the tears back as he faced her in silence.
“If you'd rather me leave and leave you alone, then good-bye,” Ginny said as she turned around and left the room, with a single tear rolling down her cheek as she went along the corridor to her study.
Ginny stayed there for hours before a house elf had visited her asking her if she was hungry. In reply, she had said no. The house elf went out of the room as Ginny had ordered it to. She doubted if Draco would come and find her and settle this between the two of them. She wasn't even sure if he knew she hadn't left the manor yet.
In the meantime, Ginny pulled out one of her favorite classics, Jane Eyre, a Muggle classic story. It was about a girl who grew up in her deceased uncle's house with his mistress that treated her cruelly and then one-day, she was taken to all girls' school that wasn't much better than where she was before but it was an improvement. Over the years, she had gotten a job as a teacher at the school and then went to a house as a governess and ended up falling in love with the master of the household.
Even though the story was mixed with sadness and also happiness with love intertwined together, reading this tale had always soothed her, or at least helped her to relax.
Again, a few hours later, another house elf had come.
“What is it?” Ginny asked, aggravated.
“The Master is requesting your presence in his study milady,” the house elf said.
“Tell the Master as you call him, I refuse. If he wants to act like a git to his own wife, then he can do without me for a while. Tell him that if he doesn't apologize for his actions and hurtful words then I am leaving with his three heirs in the next few days,” Ginny said. “You may go.”
The house elf cringed at her words and then went as she had said.
Draco of course, had been in an uproar and had tried to storm into her study. But unfortunately for him, Ginny had set up protection around her against him. He wasn't allowed in her study. They could only communicate through the house elves. Even they didn't want to participate in this quarrel. They knew it could get ugly.
“Ginny!” Draco roared outside of Ginny's study, pounding on the door.
Ginny jumped at the sudden alarm of the door sounding as if it was going to be beat down at any second.
“You are not allowed to leave this place ever!” Draco shouted from the other side of the door out in the hallway.
“You want to bet?” Ginny muttered to herself and then yelled, “Yes I can!”
“Not without my consent Ginevra Molly Weasley Malfoy!” Draco shouted in return.
Fuming with anger, Ginny got up out of her chair and stormed towards the door, opened it quickly and rapidly had Draco against the wall on the other side of the corridor and spoke volumes to him.
“I shall if I please to Malfoy,” Ginny said, still fuming with rage in her system. “This is sure of a way to let you in on this Malfoy but I'm leaving with your three heirs in the next two days unless you pull your act together and fix what you've messed up.”
With those last words she apparated away to a place that Draco had no clue about.
Chapter 4 Part 2: Dangers of Disappearing
“Ginny what on earth are you doing here?”
Ginny turned around to see her oldest brother, Bill staring right at her with the most curious look on his face as to why she was here all of a sudden.
“I had to get away,” Ginny replied.
“From what? And why did you decide to come to this place where it's freezing cold?” Bill asked.
“From Draco,” Ginny said, but then looking at the door behind him that was slightly open but had an eerie feeling to it. “I just thought of a place where he would never think of to look for me. What's beyond that door?”
He looked back and quickly shut it without hesitance.
“William Andrew Weasley what have you got in there?” Ginny asked, as she walked towards the door.
Bill kept walking backwards as he watched Ginny keep moving towards the door.
“N-Nothing,” Bill said. “Nothing in there.”
“Un-huh, sure right. Like I believe that lie,” Ginny said as she reached the doorknob.
Before Ginny could touch the doorknob to turn it, Bill had closed the door tightly.
“What the hell?”
“No Ginny,” Bill said. “You can't go in there.”
“And why the hell not?” Ginny demanded.
“Because I said so!”
“That's a bunch of bull,” Ginny snorted. “Move aside.”
“No,” Bill said.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You better if you knew what was good for you.”
“You're not going to convince me.”
“STUPIFY!”
Ginny couldn't really believe she had just stunned her own brother but she really wasn't in the mood to be told no to. Not with what Draco just put her through.
She turned the knob of the door and took a step in the door. Tears came to her eyes as she looked to see the most horrifying thing she ever did see. Instantly, she ran out of the room with tears flowing freely as they pleased down her cheek. She didn't want to go home, certainly didn't want to stay here, or even go to Ron's or Harry's for comfort, or even her old place of her's. Strangely enough, she just apparated not having a care in the world where she landed.
“Oh my dear, are you alright?” a voice asked sweetly.
Ginny looked up to see her mother-in-law, Narcissa Malfoy, looking straight at her.
“Ginevra? Are you all right? You look as if you've been crying and like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?” Narcissa asked again, coming closer to her.
“That's because I have been and I did,” Ginny said.
“What? Impossible Ginny, there was no way you saw a ghost, or rather one that wasn't meant to be here,” Narcissa said.
“Well I did!” Ginny snapped.
“Dear, what did Draco do this time?”
“How do you know it was Draco that did something if I'm crying?”
“You hardly ever cry like this unless he's done something incredibly stupid of himself.”
“You really do know your own son don't you?”
“I raised him sweet thing, wouldn't you think a mother would know her own child?”
“Well yes, I suppose so.”
“Well Ginny, what did he do this time?
“He started talking about the pureblood issue. Lizzie is dating a Slytherin that is also a half-blood. He said he willing to not let anybody in the Malfoy line to break the line of the purebloods and even if it risked hurting them. He knew I didn't approve of that. He argued against me.”
“Ginny, I can't say that I disagree with him on the line issue because I don't. I'm the one who bred that into him,” Narcissa said as she watched Ginny's face turn to shock.
“You did what?” Ginny asked. “I can't believe this! You're both willing to sacrifice something so stupid to the will of your own? Good grief! Why did I ever get mixed into this mess? I should have never---“
“Ginny, don't finish that sentence or you will regret it, mark my words you will,” Narcissa said. “Now, go back to your husband and agree with him or not only will you and Draco have troubles, but you and I will also.”
Ginny sneered as she then turned around to go home. But then decided against it.
“Like hell I will,” Ginny said and apparated away from the Manor.
Again not knowing where she was going, she incidentally ended up at the gates of Hogwarts.
“Ginny?”
Ginny turned around. She instantly fainted and fell to the ground full of snow.
It was the ghost she had seen at Bill's. It was a great aunt that she had been raised by for a few months when she was younger when her mother had been dangerously sick enough to have to send her youngest away for a while.
“Oh dear,” the ghost said. “Ginny's not going to like me for this but here goes.”
The ghost then disappeared from the gates of Hogwarts and into the castle and into Lizzie's room. Lizzie was currently about to test one of the products that had been given to her by Fred and George.
“What the hell!” Lizzie said as she saw the ghost that looked like her mother. “Mother?”
“No dear,” the ghost said. “I'm not your mother, I'm your great-great aunt to come to tell you to go to the gates of Hogwarts and save your mother before the cold takes her life and the life within her.”
“Mum!” Lizzie screamed as she rushed to the window to see what the ghost had told her. There lied her mother down at the gate unconscious. She got her coat on, the invisibility cloak on, and made sure she had her wand with her as she scrammed out of the castle towards the gates.
As she ran down the stairs, towards the big doors of the castle she ran into a Professor.
“Excuse you young lady,” Professor McGonagall said. “What on earth are you running at such as speed as you were for?”
“Excuse me Professor but I've got to go save my mother out by the gate in this cold and dreadful weather,” Lizzie said.
“What? Your mother is not here,” Professor McGonagall said.
“Suit your self with that idea but I'm going to go get her. You just watch me.”
Without another word more, Lizzie again flew by Professor McGonagall and out the doors of the castle.
“Miss Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall hollered after her, running also down the icy steps towards the gate.
“Mum!” Lizzie shouted as she came closer and knelt beside her.
“Miss Weasley!” Professor McGonagall cried, not realizing what she had said behind Lizzie. “I'm sorry child I didn't believe you.”
“She's not a Weasley anymore Professor,” Lizzie sneered.
The professor ignored her as she lifted her up with her wand and levitated her back to the castle with Lizzie beside her all of the way. That is, by her mother's side, not the professor's. She didn't appreciate the professor calling her mother by her maiden name when she very well knew it wasn't her name anymore.
She received many stares when she entered the castle with her mother by her side unconscious, but she easily shot down those stares with a one of her own.
Three hours later, Lizzie was sitting by her bed that had her mother lying on it at the moment. Lizzie had refused to let her mother stay in the infirmary but had insisted she stay in her own private room. So here Ginny was, in Lizzie's room. Nicole's room had been moved on the account of Lizzie saying so because she could, as she had put it.
“Draco…” the words mumbled out of Ginny's mouth as she began to come back to her senses.
“Mum?” Lizzie said as she watched her mother begin to stir.
“Lizzie? How on earth did I get here?”
“You were unconscious when we found you,” Lizzie replied.
“We?”
“Professor McGonagall and I.”
“Oh my,” Ginny said.
“Father should be here any minute,” Lizzie said.
“Oh my,” Ginny repeated.
“Lizzie leave the room,” a dominant male voice said.
“Oh my,” Ginny repeated once again.
“Mum? What's going on?”
“Leave the room Elizabeth,” Draco said; noticing her room was in fact his when he was here before. Even the colors of the walls were the same. Even the name that had been engraved into the windowsill at the bottom that read: MALFOY.
Ginny felt very light headed and almost as if she was barely even there or in other words she was very nauseous.
“Yes Father,” Lizzie said as she left the room.
Draco walked over to where Ginny lay with her eyes closed.
“Ginny what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking how stupid you were to even think about telling your daughter she couldn't be happy because the man she was happy with was a half-blood. I was thinking you were a stupid git for saying that you were definitely not going to allow that to happen. I was thin---“
“Enough Ginny,” Draco said as he lifted her figure up and into his arms to a position where he was sitting on the bed with her on his lap with her arms around his neck.
“I'm sorry Ginny,” Draco said. “Please don't take our children away from me. I won't let Lizzie not be happy with the half-blood, even though I don't like it. And why didn't you tell me we had three children?”
“We don't, not until the spring at least,” Ginny said leaning into his chest and relaxing at last.
Draco kissed her on the forehead and just sat there with his wife in his arms on his old bed and held her for a long time. When Lizzie had come back in he held her as well.
“Lizzie?” Draco whispered in her ear.
She stirred slightly.
“Sweetheart,” Draco whispered in Latin this time in her ear.
“Yes Daddy?” She replied in French.
“I need to get your mother home but first you need to get off of my lap and into your bed,” Draco said in English.
“Ok,” Lizzie said as she got up.
Draco held Ginny in his arms as he got up and watched Lizzie get into her own bed. He kissed her forehead like he used to when she was younger, as best as he could with Ginny asleep in his arms.
“Goodnight princess,” Draco said.
“Goodnight Daddy,” Lizzie said.
Draco apparated away with Ginny in his arms back to their home.