Basically, I think this and the next chapter are the last two songfic chapters. After that, they are all normal chappies. Soon, ill be posting up a new Harmy (Harry+Hermy=Harmy) story… J heres your new chappie!!
Disclaimer: HP is not mine, neither are the Reel Big Fish, or the song "You don't Know".
You Don't Know
We walked out to the company car the ministry had lent dad. It was rather old looking, but still decent. Harry had invited Ron, Hermione, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, and I to Grimmauld place for the summer, before I had to go back. We all piled into the car. There were three seats in front and three in back. I climbed into the front with my parents as my mom dropped the miniaturized trunks into the glove compartment. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all climbed in back.
In just a few minutes, we were on the road. "Mom, Dad, I've got something to tell you," I started nervously, fingering the largest diamond on the ring my parents had failed to notice.
"It's not bad news, is it Gin?" My dad asked, maneuvering his way through the packed London streets.
"Erm, well, depends on how you take it," I answered. My mom stifled a cough.
"Actually, Gin, I have a question before you start. How's your boyfriend, that Malfoy kid?" my father asked.
"In a way, dad, I no longer have a boyfriend."
"WHAT??" Ron screamed. "Oh, I knew he would end up hurting you! I just knew it I mean-" I stopped Ron's rambling by holding up my hand.
"As I was about to say, I no longer have a boyfriend because I now have a fiancée," I finished.
"Oh," was all my father said, frowning. My mom smiled slightly.
"Aren't you mad, surprised, shocked, furious, anything?" I asked, exasperated, as I was getting no response from her.
"Well, I already knew, Ginny. He Owled me and asked for your hand in marriage. I thought it was so sincere, what could I say but yes?" My father looked taken aback.
"And you did all of this without consulting me?"
"Well, I knew you might overreact. I thought it wise to give you time to adjust to the idea of them together," Mum said calmly.
"And me and Draco weren't planning to get married until I'm at least eighteen or nineteen. We don't want to rush things. Plus, we want to see if our relationship can handle the long-distance thing." My father mumbled something before focusing his attention back on the road.
"Don't worry, Gin. I'll work him over," my mother whispered into my ear.
"How?" I asked, disbelieving it could ever happen.
"Oh, you'll see," she responded with a sly smirk on her face.
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It was a week after Draco and I had departed from the train station. And I missed him more than I could ever imagine. It's not like I haven't ever been this far away from him for so long, but now knowing he's my fiancée, I feel I should spend more time with him. You get what I'm saying?
So, currently, I am sitting in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place, surrounded by Harry, Hermione, Ron, Tonks, Remus, and Moody. I had a sketchbook sitting in my lap and a pencil in hand, freely doodling on the paper. The doodle soon turned into a work of art, Harry and Hermione being my models. They were hunched over something, whispering and chuckling every few moments.
"What's so funny?" Ron would ask every time. "Nothing," they would answer angelically.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and the familiar cries of "Mudbloods! Half-breeds! Dirty, filthy, disgraceful…" rang throughout the house. Remus jumped up to go and silence her.
"I'll get it!" Tonks responded cheerfully.
"Don't bother," Moody grumbled. "You'll end up knocking over that coat rack again and do a helluva lot more harm than good!" Tonks huffed, plopping back down and crossing her arms over her chest. The shrieking ceased, and moments later, a disgruntled Remus came back into the room.
"Bloody old wench I'd like to kick her pureblood…" Remus was mumbling, sitting back down in the armchair he was previously occupying.
Moody came slinking in a few moments later, a displeasured look upon his face. "Weasley, it's for you," he grumbled, his magical eye only what I could assume rolling in the very back of his head, as if looking through the wall into the entry way.
Ron looked around, bewildered. He stood up and made his way to the door. "Who could have come to see me? Everyone who knows about Grimmauld Place is here…" he mumbled.
"That's because it's not for you, you dolt. It's for Weasley number two," Moody answered, pointing a gnarled finger in my direction.
"Oh," was all I said. I stood up from the couch and made my way to the open doorway. But I found a tall figure in finely tailored black robes was blocking my way. I looked up into the eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Draco!" I squealed, jumping into his arms. "What are you doing here?" I asked excitedly. "You weren't due here for another three weeks!"
"Well, after about the fourth day, my mom realized how much I missed you. She let me come here as long as I make the missed "quality time" up to her," he replied happily. I gave him a chaste kiss, jumping from his arms and leading him to the couch, which was coincidentally right next to Ron and Moody. Draco gave Moody a suspicious glance.
"Don't worry, boy, I won't turn you into a bouncing ferret!" Moody growled. Draco sighed and sunk into the couch, paying no attention to the fact that if looks could kill Ron would've done him in twenty times already.
"Great, I thought I had three more Malfoy-free weeks left. Now I have to deal with him here all summer," Ron sneered. I immediately grabbed Draco's hand, to remind him not to do nothing stupid.
"Well it's no picnic being here with you, Weasley," Draco spat back, looking him straight in the eye. Ron stood up abruptly, eyes blazing and lips tight.
"At least I'm wanted here!" Ron shouted. Draco stood up, ignoring the fact that I had a vice-like grip on his wrist.
"I am very well wanted here, red. I'd watch your mouth if I were you! All that lying will make your nose pop out so far, Lovegood won't snog you anymore!" Draco shouted back. There was a moment of silence, but it was the loudest silence I had ever heard. "Yea, that's right! Ron has Loony for a girlfriend!" Harry and Hermione gasped, turned to each other, and then looked at Ron.
"Well at least my family loves me, and my dad's not in prison," Ron spat in a dangerously low voice. Draco froze. Ron's lip curled into a smirk, taking pride in the fact that he hit a nerve.
"Don't you ever say that about my family!" Draco shouted. "EVER!" Draco lunged forward and grabbed Ron by the collar of his shirt. "Am I clear?" he asked. Ron gulped slightly, but showed no other sign of panic.
"Draco, no," I whimpered from behind him.
"Crystal," Ron tried to reply cockily, but failed miserably. Draco pushed him back onto the couch and stormed out of the room. In a few moments, all that was heard was the sound of the backyard's screen door slamming shut.
Well first of all I'd like to say fuck off
if you don't get it why don't you
go shove your head back up your ass
and don't waste my time
I glared at Ron. "RON! He's been here three seconds and you already get into a spat with him! You-you-" Frustrated, I cracked my knuckles and closed my eyes, trying to calm down. When that failed, I too, stormed out of the reading room. I walked down the hallway to the back door, the faint sound of Draco's voice.
"Damn that little chit!!! I hate him so much!" he screamed. I walked through the screen door, watching as Draco fell backwards onto the grass.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "My brother's a jerk, I know."
Draco did not move.
"I'm sorry." I sat down on the grass next to Draco's form. I thought he looked so adorable, with only a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and black trainers on. He had his hands resting underneath his head, which was gazing up into the heavens of the darkening sky. I reached over and brushed a stray lock of flaxen hair behind his head.
Draco still made no move.
"Draco," I whispered again. "I've always loved that name. Ever since I met you I knew you were different. I knew you were a challenge, an enigma inside that twelve year old boy. I knew that I had to figure that enigma out, no matter what."
I reached over and brushed away a tear that had somehow appeared on Draco's face. "With time, I learned to love the mystery that is Draco Malfoy. I was never able to figure you out entirely, but I've got a good guess," I continued.
I sat there in silence. "Draco, speak to me please," I begged. Draco said nothing, but removed his hand from his head and used it to gently intertwine our fingers. I raised his hand to my lips and kissed it softly. A small smile appeared on his face, but disappeared in a flash. I looked behind us to see Ron heading my way.
"Inside, please," he said as more of a demand then a request. I got up quickly before giving Draco's hand one last kiss. I walked inside, staying at the time door, in the shadows, to listen to their converstation. "Malfoy," Ron started.
"Weasel," Draco replied with no emotion.
"I'm sorry about what I said, but it's true," Ron replied. I gritted my teeth. How could Ron be so insensitive?
"You wouldn't know, would you?" Draco asked. "lways having love in your family, support. None of you are criminals. None of you have to worry about becoming the dark lord's new groupie!"
I don't need your opinion
cuz you don't know what it's like to be me
so keep your mouth shut
"No, I wouldn't, but that doesn't mean we don't have hardships in our family. My dad works to provide three meals today, secondhand books, and the clothes on our backs. We don't get luxuries like you do. We don't have to join the dark Lord, true, but that doesn't mean you can't deny him," Ron replied.
"What do you care if I join the Dark Lord or not? It's my life!" Draco shouted.
"But your marrying MY sister!" Ron yelled back. Draco sat up abruptly.
this may come as kind of a surprise
i don't like you and i don't care
what you think about what i do
"Weasley, leave me alone and solve both of our problems," Draco sighed, laying back down and massaging his temples.
"No, we're not done talking about this! If you're going to be marrying my sister I have to make sure you deserve her!" Ron squatted down in front of Draco, staring at him for a moment or two before he spoke.
"You're right," Draco whispered. "As much as I hate to think it, you're right. I lay in bed at night, wondering how I could've have gotten such a smart, beautiful, funny, adorably shy woman. I wonder how I deserve such a-a- a goddess of a woman, when all I am is disgraceful. Of course I can provide a home for her, a family, a life, money, anything she could ask for. But there's one thing I can give her more of than any man could, and that's love."
Ron's face softened.
"I can hold her, care for her, love her like no other man can, and that's what qualifies me to be Ginny's husband. That's why I feel I may even have a chance of deserving her," Draco finished, looking up at the sky and holding back tears that could badly damage his manly ego.
"Malfoy, I'm just saying that maybe Ginny isn't right for you. I'm sure you love her now, but what happens three months into the marriage you both feel the love was merely sexual tension?" Draco's jaw clenched.
"You have no idea what my life is like, what I go through everyday, yet you insist on shitting me right here and now, questioning my love for Ginny? Leave me alone, get out of here!" Draco screamed, pointing towards the door.
and most of all, i don't need your opinion
cuz you don't know what it's like to be like me
so keep your mouth shut
Ron sighed, slowly getting up and heading towards the door. Ginny backed into the shadows, letting Ron pass her unnoticed. Ginny then bounded out to where Draco lay, anxious to talk to him.
"I hate him," were the only words that escaped his mouth. "I hate him so much."
I don't know what it's like to be you
I don't know what, so I'll keep my mouth shut
There! Voila! The end of Ban the Tube Top! Please review!
You didn't actually think I was serious? Hell no that's not the end! A few more chappies to go though, so savor it while you can!
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