48 Hours

A/N: Sorry this took so bloody long. . .between work and school, I haven’t had much time - not to mention prom and a best-friend that’s no longer a best friend (ah the drama that is teenage life *sighs*) ANYWAY. I know I don’t usually do this, but I’m naming this chapter. So, without further ado, *dun dun dun duh*

CHAPTER 4 : The Confrontation

May 21, 2010 - Paris, France: very early

“Draco, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“No!” I got up and grabbed his arm. “What is wrong with you?”

“This is his fault.”

“What is his fault?”

“He did this to us.”

“Draco.”

“He drove me away.”

“What are you going on about?”

“I lost you because of him.”

“Draco. Stop it!”

“He ripped you out of my life.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“He’ll pay for this.”I did the only thing possible to ground his thoughts. I kissed him. It was meant to be chaste, just to get him to stop babbling. Riight. As my lips touched his, he bit my lip and deepened the kiss. All I remember past that point is ending up on the bed, with murmured words of passion passed between. It was just like he’d never left.

- Office of Research, Ministry - London. Noon May21, 2010

I searched all night but to no avail. Hermione was avoiding me. It left me no choice, I had to show up at her job. I walked into her office and shut the door behind me.

“What do you want, Harry?” She looked up at me, her eyes red from crying.

“I’m sorry, Mione.”

“You’re sorry.”

“I’m going to tell her, Mione. I’m going to Paris, to break it off.” She stood up and looked at me, fresh tears in her eyes.

“Really? You’re not joking, are you?” I stepped towards the desk.

“No, Herms. I’m going to Paris.” She ran towards me.

“Oh, Harry!” She threw her arms around me. “I love you!!!”

“I love you too, Mione.” I kissed her, and apparated to France.

May 21 - Paris, France: 11am

I woke up and looked at the clock, it was after lunch. Draco’s arm tightened around my waist as I rolled into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

“Morning, love.” I laughed.

“Draco, it’s the afternoon.” he looked at the clock.

“So it is.” I smirked at him, and rolled over to climb out of bed - until arms wrapped around me, dragging me back to his chest. “Just where do you think you’re going, m’dear?”

“To get dressed.” I planted a kiss at the base of his throat. “I am going home today, and I need to pick up some things.” His grin fell.

“Ginny, you’re not still going to marry him are you?”

“We have a contract, Draco.”

“Break it.” He let go and got up. He turned his back to me to put on his boxers.

“I can’t. The only way to make it null and void is if I’m already married.” He spun around with an evil glint in his eyes. “What?” He walked over to me and gathered me in his arms.

“Marry me.” I was shocked. It must have registered on my face, because he became less enthused, but I knew I started to smile.

“Draco Malfoy, are you proposing that we elope, after ten years of being apart?” He saw my smile and matched it, lighting up his gorgeous face.

“Why, Virginia Weasley, I think I am.” He looked down at my neck and spotted his ring on my chain. I blushed when I realized it was the only thing I was wearing. “You still have the ring, makes since doesn’t it.”

“It does.”

“So?”

“Yes. Yes, Draco.” He kissed me passionately and grabbed his wand. In seconds we were dressed and headed to the Ministry in Paris. Due to Draco’s wealth, we had no trouble getting a license and by noon, I was Mrs. Virginia Malfoy.

Paris, France: Harry’s POV

I didn’t realize until I landed in downtown wizarding Paris, that I had no idea where Ginny was. I was in Paris by noon, but it wasn’t until an hour later that I found out her hotel and room number.

Paris : Ginny

As soon as we got back to the hotel, Draco had us in bed. I had never been so happy in my life. It was like our first time together.

He gathered me in his arms, sometime around 1pm, and kissed me.

“I love you, Mrs. Malfoy.” I smiled and kissed him back.

“I love you too, Mr. Malfoy.” He grinned and flipped my over so I was on my back, and kissed me again. Deep, passionate. I moaned into the kiss. I got so lost in it, I never heard the door open.

“Ginny?” Draco stopped, and stiffened immediately. I sat up and pulled the covers to my chest.

“HARRY!?” Draco grabbed his wand and had us both dressed.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing here, Potter?”

“I could ask you the same, Malfoy.” I leapt out of bed, and snatched Draco’s wand before he could do anything.

“Ginny.” Draco warned. I kissed him softly and pushed him onto the bed.

“Sit, Draco. Let me handle this.” I spun on, Harry. “What in the hell are you doing here, Harry.”

“I would ask you the same question, but I already have had an eyeful.” I snorted.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Fine. I came to fetch you. You’re mother wants you home to plan the last few days before the wedding.” He spit the last word out like it was vile.

“There won’t be a wedding, Potter.” Harry looked at Draco.

“Oh yes there will. We have a contract.”

“Had.” I supplied.

“What do you mean, ‘had’? Ginny Weasley, what did you do.” I stepped backwards and sat on Draco’s lap.

“It’s Malfoy.”

“What the hell are you on about?”

“She said Potter, that her name is Virginia Malfoy. We got married an hour ago. Thus your contract is gone.”

“You married him?”

“Yes, Harry. I did. Behind your back. Just like you’ve been screwing Hermione behind mine.”

“But . . . how did you . . . I mean . . .”

“I’m not blind. You can only work late at the Ministry and not get caught if you work at the goddamned Ministry. I have contacts who saw you there when you were supposedly on the pitch, Harry.”

“So not only did you rip her away from me for your own selfish reasons, but treated her like trash for a quick fuck with a friend? Why Potter, I do believe you were sorted into the wrong house.”

“I love Hermione.” I ignored Harry and faced Draco.

“What do you mean by I was ripped away from you?”

“That prick over there, told me there was no point coming home. You didn’t love me, and you never had. You were just fulfilling a bet, and now you were dating him.” My eyes widened and a ran at Harry. I pushed him in to the wall and slapped him hard across the face.

“How dare you! You ruined my life for your own sick pleasure.”

“I thought I loved you.”

“I love Draco! I have always loved Draco. You were just a crush, my brother’s friend.” Draco pulled me back. “Get out, Harry. Run away to Hermione, tell her you love her. Because I hate you and you will never get near me again.”

Harry disapparated. I summoned all mine and Draco’s luggage, shrunk it, grabbed his hand and apparated to the Burrow before you could say ‘quidditch’.

We landed on the front steps, I didn’t want my parents to see him yet. I kissed him and told him to wait as I opened the door. The living room was empty so I motioned for him to sit on the couch as I walked into a family dinner.

“Ginny! You’re just in time dear. Come sit next to Hermione.” I looked at the witch with a contempt I never thought possible.

“I can’t, Mum. I just came to let you know that the wedding’s off. I can’t marry Harry.”

“What did he do to you?” Ron jumped up murderous.

“He didn’t call off the wedding. I broke the contract.” My father looked at me.

“Ginny, the only way that contract can be broken is too . .” Everyone gasped as my husband’s arms wrapped around my waist.

“I’d like to introduce everyone to my wife, Mrs. Virginia Malfoy.” I smiled at the sound of those words.

“Harry said you were dead.” Fred muttered from the other side of the room.

“Harry said a lot of things.” I added. “Just thought you ought to know.”

“But what about all the wedding costs? We don’t the kind of money to refund everything.”

“I’ll pay it all back, Arthur.” Draco answered.

“Or you two could get married properly, in front of the whole family.” I looked at Draco, he had that evil glint in his eye.

“Okay. On two conditions.” Draco supplied.

“Oye.” Ron mumbled.

“One. Fred is my best man.”

“Deal, mate.”

“And two,” I put in. “Harry and Hermione cannot be there.”

“You know, don’t you.” Hermione asked me.

“Yes, I do.” I answered.

“I’ll keep him away then.” With that she left.

“Well, then.” Mum began, “we have a wedding to finish planning.”

THE END