The rest of the day went by smoothly. Up until dinner. Ginny sat next to Maria and Colin who were both merrily chatting about the DADA lesson, which made Ginny think of Draco who made her happy and depressed at the same time. She was so confused.
"Gin? You okay?" Colin questioned.
"Yeah," she replied distantly.
Ginny wondered why people worried so much. She wasn't an incompetent moron, as everyone so ruthlessly perceived. She wasn't that muggle god Hercules, but she most definitely was not a poor, helpless little chit.
"And Gin? I think we should break up," Colin concluded.
Ginny jolted out of her reverie, realizing that Colin had just broken up with her.
"Oh. Okay," Ginny frowned.
Colin smiled happily and continued to talk about nothing and everything. Maria stared openly at him in shock.
"You're gay?" she queried.
He nodded his head in acquiescence, still picking at his pumpkin pie. His eyes wouldn't meet hers.
"Don't be ashamed, Colin. I've seen many boys check you out. Especially that Thomas Cliff guy. Like he's dong right now," Maria noted with faint detachment, an obvious sign of her A.D.D. acting up.
Colin shot his head around, facing the Slytherin table. Surely enough, Thomas stared directly into his eyes like it was an everyday occurrence. Thomas was in the same year as they were. He was absolutely gorgeous with his raven black hair in a perfect coiffure and his killer chrome steel blue eyes. Whenever he'd smile, which was a shit load more often than all the other Slytherins combined, the two of the sexiest and deepest dimples appeared of his plump cheeks and the sides of his eyes crinkled with unveiled mirth. Adonis was the word Colin was looking for.
"Miss Weasley. May I speak to you in my office?" a thick voice drawled.
With her powers of deduction, it could only be Draco Malfoy that led that sort of charm in his tone. She sighed at the interruption, wanting to just eat in peace. Instead, she picked up a tissue and wrapped a few pieces of fried chicken and golden biscuits inside and said a quick goodbye to her friends. Once they walked into his classroom, he jumped onto her, although pounced was a better word to describe it. The surprise scared her, causing her to accidentally drop the food in the process. He fiercely attacked her mouth, forcing his tongue into her oral cavity. Her eyes widened with shock and she roughly shoved him off. He stumbled backwards with his face completely flushed with desire.
"Shit, Gin. I'm so sorry. I-" he started.
However, she had other intentions for his mouth than for it to talk. She sprang onto him with lust-glazed eyes and wrapped her legs around his waist, viciously bringing her mouth to his. And thus, the battle for air and space began. His tongue traced every crevice of her lips and the inside of her hot mouth as his hands supported her, curving his fingers along the arch of her bottom, kneading the skin. She ran her hands roughly through his blonde hair, gripping onto the ends of them tightly. She forced his head back, bringing her bruised lips down to his exposed neck. She bit down onto the pale flesh and sucked on it, causing him to moan in sadistic pleasure and pain.
"Miss Weasley, your mother was searching for you. She's in your room. Better run along," a cheery voice quirked.
Ginny jumped from Draco's grasp, much to his protests and faced Headmaster Dumbledore with his twinkling turquoise eyes that held a mystery and a little secret. Her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment at being caught and mumbled something about diapers before disappearing. Draco, however, felt slightly peeved. Dumbledore always had the worst sense of timing…
Ginny rushed back up her room, hoping her appearance could be passed off as exercise, but the lips might need a bit of explaining. Her mother sat on her bed, fluffing the pillows nervously and smoothing out the creases in her duvet, but had a large smile, threatening to take over her face.
"Mum! Why are you here?" she asked.
"Oh, darling! Adrienne turned milk into chocolate milk with no wand!" she squealed in absolute delight.
Ginny's jaw dropped and she gaped like a fish out of the water. Only a few select witches and wizards could do wandless magic and they all became protectors… This couldn't happen to her baby…
"Ginny? What's wrong?" Molly questioned with a frown.
"Adrienne's going to be a protector," she murmured in disbelief.
"Isn't it wonderful? It's such an honor!" Molly sighed wistfully.
"They all die before 35 years of age! Look at Lord Braithe. Killed by Deatheaters at age 20. Or Madame Zale! She was pecked to death by hippogriffs at 32! I could go on, you know," Ginny exclaimed with a note of exasperation.
Protectors were loaded with responsibilities. They were made every 18 years for a reason and that was to protect all wizard kind. However, eighteen years ago, the protector was born to save humanity, both wizard and muggle alike. His name was Harry Potter. All that boy experienced was pain and suffering. She would not have her child go through that sort of agony. How could this happen to her? It was highly ironic, in spite of this, that the protector's parents were always opposites and despised each other at one point in their lives. This revelation was hazardous to her health. Ginny sat down on the bed next to her overtly ecstatic mother. Molly loved kids, obviously. Charlie had married and dragon lover fanatic and had to dragon hating kids, much to their chagrin. They were aged 7 and 5. Bill married Fleur and had a half vela daughter, age 3. Ginny exhaled a breath. She guessed that she should be happy.
"Oh, dear. Don't worry. Adrienne will be fine. He is a Weasley, after all," Molly declared haughtily.
"You're right, Mum. Thank you for telling me. Wait. Where's Adrienne right now?" she queried.
Molly paled and looked a bit uncomfortable at the innocently posed question.
"Well… I came here to tell you the good news and told Adrienne to stay with Fred and George, but he had a nasty little temper. Currently, he's in their flat, throwing flour and eggs down at them," she rushed.
Ginny's eyes widened in horror. Damn the fates. Damn them all. Her baby was at least 10 feet off the ground throwing eggs at her brothers just because he couldn't see her. Damn the fates.
"Dear. Why don't you coax him down?" Molly smiled.
Ginny nodded and grabbed a thin cloak. She followed her mum down the stairs and through the empty halls.
"Miss Weasley!" a gruff voice called.
Ginny stifled a groan. This was not the time.
"Yes, Professor Malfoy?" she queried with annoyance.
"Just where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"To see Adrienne," she replied absently.
"Our… our… you know?" he stuttered.
"Yes! He's doing horrible things right now! And he's in my brothers' flat! I must leave immediately!" she exclaimed.
"Can I come with you?" he whispered softly.
Ginny looked around. Her mother had obviously already abandoned her and no one was in the corridor.
"What's your animagus form?" she questioned.
He mumbled incoherently in reply.
"What?" she said loudly.
"A ferret!" he yelled just as loudly.
A moment of silence passed before she burst out laughing. He still cursed Mad-Eye Moody, Potter, Weasel Sr. and Granger. It was abominable. It was absolutely degrading. It was all their fault.
"It wasn't that funny," he muttered.
The only answer he received was louder laughter that had tears streaming from her eyes. He began to question her sanity…
"I'm sorry," she grinned, which utterly condescended her apology. "That was uncalled for.
He huffed in stiff anger.
"It you want to see Adrienne, you'll have to alter into your ferret form. Mum won't be pleased if I bought you home," she sniffed.
Of course not. He was the Draco Malfoy, fresh out of school and her baby's father. Dramatic much?