Ban the Tube Top

OceanAvenue213

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 20/08/2004
Last Updated: 25/02/2005
Status: completed

slight OOC. Draco and Ginny have been dating for awhile. Imagine his surprise when, on one of their dates, she is wearing "that damned shirt". Ginny has to cope with going back to Hogwarts without her "precious little Drakiekins" and Draco has to deal with a loser, stalker, creepy ex-boyfriend of Ginny's. Throw a little of Blaise Zabini in there (cuz, heck, that kid writes himself) and you've got a story for Draco and Ginny that all can enjoy. **COMPLETED with Epilogue/Prologue COMING SOON**

Chapters

1. Ban the Tube Top Tonight

2. Good Thing

3. Take On Me

4. Saying Goodbye

5. You Don

6. Where Have You Been?

7. I'm Her Man

8. Rock Ya Body (mic check 1, 2)

9. Skatanic

10. Kiss me Deadly

11. A Dare, a Promise, and a Brief Tickle Fight

12. The Wedding!

1. Ban the Tube Top Tonight

A/N different parts of the song apply to Draco and other parts apply to “Ginevra”. I’ll let you figure out which one’s which *wink*.

I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. The song “Ban the Tube Top” belongs to Reel Big Fish, the best gosh-darned band on this earth.

A/N again: I also HIGHLY recommend you listen to Ban the Tube Top while reading this fic. It helps illustrate the point!

A/N (yes…AGAIN!): This is my first posted story on Portkey. I will have two others up when I get my comp back because I am in the process of moving, and I’m on my mom’s comp right now which is the comp I saved this document on.

Ban The Tube Top

Ginevra Weasley walked aimlessly along the beaten cobblestone path of Hogsmeade, alone, not surrounded by her small circle of friends. That was only because she had one thing on her mind: Snogging Hogwarts’ Head Boy. She adjusted her bright pink tube top, with a small black G accent at the bottom that drove him crazy. She then straightened her slightly baggy black pants. Suddenly, as she walked slowly along, she spotted a hand reach out from a deserted alley and pull her in.

“Anxious aren’t we?” she giggled; facing the only one she had come to Hogsmeade for. She looked down at his long sleeved blue button up shirt and his baggy jeans, and saw he stood erect as if attending some sort of formal ball. He replied with a rising of his eyebrow.

“Malfoys are never anxious.”

Ginny giggled. “Yeah right.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll disregard that last comment, Weasel,” he spat jokingly.

“You are such a loser.”

You’re seventeen

evil and mean

comfy and cozy

nowhere scene

You can’t deny

the loser inside

all of your bad taste

won’t subside

“I resent that,” he commented, backing her up against the wall. He ran his hands down her waist, noticing the silk fabric that lay upon it.

“Like my choice of shirt?” she giggled.

“You know I can’t stand these damned type of shirts. They leave too little to the imagination, so what’s the point of wearing one?” The youngest Weasley smirked.

“To piss you off, but of course.”

Draco grimaced. “If you like pissing me off so much, I guess that’s why you wear one of those God-forsaken pieces of fabric on EVERY date we go on. I’m starting to think you wear it to spite me.”

She smiled slowly. “Maybe I do Drakiekin. Maybe I do.”

You’re outta sight you

keep me up at night

you dress funny

strapless and skin tight
You’re outta sight

you keep me up at night

you make me crazy

you wear it out of spite

Ban the tube top tonight

“Damn things should be against the law!” Draco mumbled exasperatedly against her lips. She laughed against his lips, causing him to pull away. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” Ginny answered. “Especially when other guys see me wearing these shirts, and you get jealous when I hug them

“That’s because I love you, and I don’t want to lose you to some not-deserving, un-evil, bloody Gryffindor!” Draco exclaimed. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down at her big hazel eyes.

“I’m one of those “bloody Gryffindors” you know!” she exclaimed in mock hurt.

“You’re too evil to be one of them. You do love ME, don’t you? You should’ve been another Slytherin.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh you think so? Well, I think I belong in Gryffindor. I’m not like those Slytherin witch bimbos who throw themselves at you!” Right as Ginny said this, she tried to step forward but tripped on a rock and fell into his arms.

“So much for not throwing yourself at me.” She merely scowled. “But…” he started. She leaned back against the wall again, and he leaned close to her. “…I’ve loved you for such a long time. I knew it would never work, because you were so outta reach for me, but I would’ve never guessed this would happen.”

“Yea, It’s just too bad we have to keep it secret.” Ginny pulled up her tube top noticeably, so to make Draco scowl in disgust.

“Keep on reminding me you’re wearing that and you might not be in another few seconds,” Draco whispered into her ear.

“Ooh…is that a threat? Well you sure as hell could give Voldie a run for his money.” The fact is the Dark Lord had already been defeated at the end of Harry and Draco’s sixth year, making this his seventh and last.

“I guess I could,” he replied flirtatiously.

You’re magical

Mystery girl

Tick tock you don’t stop

A rockin’ my world
you give high fives

To all the guys

You let me know

That I'm alive

His lips came down and landed softly on hers. She smiled against his lips, more than ecstatic that one of the Deities up there graced her with this beautiful specimen. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer, as if to claim her.

“You know,” she started once they had broke apart, “you make think I’m such a guy magnet, but no one’s asked me to the End of Year Ball!” He smiled. Ginny loved that smile. It was like he reserved it for her and her only. That’s how she knew he was being truthful when he said he loved her.

“How about we have our own little ball? In the Room of Requirement? I hate all the girls in this school anyways.”

Ginny laughed, then put on a small frown. “Except me of course?” Draco smiled again (that smile!) at her, raising his hand to her cheek and caressing it softly.

“Everyone but you.”

With that, he sealed the deal with a kiss.

You’re outta sight

you keep me up at night

you dress funny

strapless and skin tight
You’re outta sight

you keep me up at night

you make me crazy

you wear it out of spite

Ban the tube top

There's a party

that we’re not invited to

but I don't care because

I hate everyone in school
I ignore all the girls but you

Draco ran his hands over the hem of her shirt, tracing it all the way around to the back and slipping his hands under it.

“Damned shirt!” He exclaimed again for the millionth time that day. “It’s so skin-tight I can barely even get my hands under it.

Ginny giggled. “That’s the point, you naughty boy!”

Draco grinned a goofy grin that reminded Ginny vaguely of Harry when he looked at Hermione. “Who says being naughty is such a bad thing?” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sweetly kissing every inch of it.

“Even so,” she moaned, randomly bringing up an earlier point of his. “Even if I do high five and hug all the guys, you were my first kiss.”

“And best one ever!” He added.

They passionately kissed for a few more moments in silence, until they pulled away, deciding it was just about time to go soon.

“You know, you’d be even more beautiful if you would get rid of that horrid shirt!” Ginny sighed, and grabbed her bag she dropped in the process of snogging Hogwarts’ Head Boy.

“I like my shirt, just drop the subject!” she said, playfully pretending to be angry. He smirked his sexy smirk as she looked both ways for oncoming students, and left without a word. Draco slammed his back into the brick wall behind him, so bad it ached for a few minutes. He slid down the wall, and pulled out a small velvety box from his pocket. He flipped it open to the sight of his familiarly beautiful engagement ring that could not compare to Ginny’s beauty.

“I love you, Ginevra.”

With that, he stood up and left.

Beautiful girl

ugly shirt

you are a fashion red alert
But I can’t resist

you've never been kissed

and I've never been in love like this

You’re outta sight

you keep me up at night

you dress funny

strapless and skin tight
You’re outta sight

you keep me up at night

you make me crazy

you wear it out of spite

Ban the tube top tonight A/N If you liked this, I might make a sequel to this with another Reel Big Fish song.

Review if you dare…muahaha

2. Good Thing

A/N: I’M BACK!!!! I decided to make this a full-fledged story. Ok, the RBF song I use this time is really short, so there are only two parts of the song in it. I’m not sure how many chapters I’m doing, so don’t ask.

Harry Potter is not mine. If he were, I wouldn’t be here right now, I would be…*ahem*! Oh sorry, I forgot I have to keep this story PG13. The song Good Thing Is by RBF, the best gosh-darndest band in the world!!!

Chapter 2: Good Thing

Ginny walked back down the cobblestone path, not once looking back to see if Draco made it out. She then whipped her head around, to make sure no one could see her, and dashed into a dark alleyway. She fell to her knees once concealed inside and began to sob.

She couldn’t handle the thought of Draco graduating this year and being without him. Graduation was in seventeen days, so they were making the best of their last two and a half weeks together.

“Draco,” Ginny whispered softly as the wind carried her words, drifting off to neverwhere. “I love you so damn much,” she said angrily, as the tears came at a more excelled pace. She turned around and pounded on the concrete wall. “And there’s nothing I can do!” Ginny cried for a few minutes, feeling utterly lost.

Soon enough, Ginny pulled herself together, wiping the tears off her eyes with a handkerchief in her book bag. She looked out of the alleyway, and saw Draco hurrying along.

“Ginny,” he stated taken aback when he saw her standing right next to him out in the open.

“Draco, I don’t want to pretend anymore,” she stated. “I want people to know about us before school gets out. I mean, if I told Harry, he might let you come stay at Grimmauld Place over the summer! It’s his house, of course, and I’ll need his consent. But please, Draco. Can we just do this one thing?” She begged.

Draco sighed, placing an arm around her waist. “If it’s what you want.” Draco then took a moment to think. “Yeah, Gin, you’re right. If I love you as much as I do, then everyone should know how happy you’ve made me since my father died!”

I never felt too good but in this world who would
I was always thinkin’ somethin’ wasn't right
But then you came along and helped me sing a song and
now I feel ok I hope it can stay- this way

“Thanks Draco,” Ginny said softly, smiling up at him.

“No problem, babe.”

Ginny smiled softly, followed by a small squeak of laughter, watching his profile as they walked back up to the castle, instead of the traditional carriages.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked.

“I turned you into such a wussy girly girl,” she commented. He looked taken aback.

“I am not. I am still the manly man you fell in love with!” He exclaimed. Choice people around them stared at them walking together and began to whisper and point. “Oh great, it’s out,” Draco muttered.

“You are a sap. Calling me babe, and constantly saying things like I love you until the world blows up, blah, blah, blah.”

Draco feigned a hurt look. “I can’t believe you would call me a sap!” He started staggering, clutching his chest. “Oh that hurt. Right here.” Ginny rolled her eyes and pushed him off the path, causing him to stumble and land on the grass.

“Whoops, sorry,” she stated sarcastically. “I guess I don’t know my own strength.”

You know we've got a good thing goin' and I don't wanna see it end
You know we've got a good thing goin' and I don't wanna see it end
I've been so frustrated, bitter, mean, and jaded
I've taken for granted all the things I've got
But now that you are here this anger disappears
and I feel happy too this is sappy but it's true

“You could at least help me up,” Draco pouted mockingly. Ginny smiled, and extended a hand to him. He began to get up, before lying back down and pulling her on top of him.

“You little rat!” Ginny squealed.

“Loveable rat,” he corrected.

Ginny smiled. “Yes, loveable rat.”

They sat in the grass for a while, forgetting completely about their trek back to Hogwarts. They talked for a little while, soon ending up in a lip-locking session, which soon turned to a big scene. Ginny and Draco had no idea they had-erm-observers. So when they broke apart, imagine their surprise when half of the sixth and sevenths years were gathered in a semicircle around them, watching this scene with amusement, disgust, or pity that Draco ended up with a Weasel.

“Ok, ok, clear out!” A voice yelled. “GET A MOVE ON BEFORE I TAKE OFF POINTS!” the voice yelled, making everyone scatter. When everyone was gone, there was one person left, with his hands stuck in his pockets, smirking at the scene before his eyes.

“Zabini,” Draco greeted.

“Malfoy,” he greeted.

“Er-thanks, I guess,” Draco said with much difficulty.

“No problem. I always had a feeling-“ Blaise helped Draco stand up, as well as Ginny-“A Slytherin would end up with Miss Weasley here. No clue why. Maybe I’m just the next Trelawney.”

Draco and Ginny both laughed at him. “Good luck then,” Ginny said betweenbouts of raucous laughter.

Zabini rolled his eyes, and look slightly hurt, whether it was feigned or not was hard to tell. “Get a move on before I take off points for unnecessary display of affection.”

Draco and Ginny were off to the castle before you could say “Dumbledore”.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later,” Draco said as he dropped Ginny off at the Fat Lady portrait.

“Bye, Draco,” Ginny concluded as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Ginny walked into the portrait hole after saying the password. She was greeted by the sight of many perturbed looking Gryffindors and a purple-faced brother.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley,” he said, awfully calmly. Ginny cringed at the use of her full name. “We need to talk.”

“Oh crap.”

A/N: there it is, PT. 2 of Ban the Tube Top! This chapter is called Good Thing, after the RBF song Good Thing. Next chapter, we’re on to graduation!!!!!

3. Take On Me

A/N: Sorry, but the songfic comes late in this chapter, but I’m POSITIVE you won’t be disappointed!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I wouldn’t be on Portkey right now, and Ginny and Draco and Harry and Hermione would already be together! I also don’t own Take On Me, or Reel Big Fish…If I did, I would die of happiness, and leave them to my best friend Ben in my will, only because he loves RBF too.

A/N: Now that that’s over with, on with the story.

Take On Me

“Haha,” Ginny laughed nervously, taking a loud gulp. “Yeah, about that-“

“Outside now, if you please?” He said as more of a statement, in that sickly sweet voice. All Ginny could do was nod. They walked outside of the common room and away, just so his screams wouldn’t deafen anyone that heard them.

“Ron, I’m sorry it’s just-“ Ron held up a hand to stop her. He still looked serenely calm, but looks could be deceiving.

“Ginny Weasley. HOW DARE YOU??” He spat. “YOU’VE DISGRACED THIS FAMILY BY EVEN LOOKING AT HIM!” Ginny winced from the tone of his voice.

“But Ron I didn’t think-“

“THAT’S RIGHT!” he spat again. “You didn’t think, did you? You didn’t think how disappointed your brother would be? You didn’t how much you would disgrace your older brother? You didn’t think how embarrassed he’d be? You didn’t think-“

“RONALD BILIUS! Don’t you dare lay the blame on me. I did NOT embarrass you! The only person I could have possibly embarrassed is me. You can embarrass yourself on your own,” Ginny finished, poking him in the chest with her index finger.

Ron sighed sadly. “Ginny, I’m trying to fucking protect you! MALFOY IS GOING TO MAKE MUM AND DAD DISOWN YOU! They don’t care if you love-“ he said love in a very sarcastic voice “-him. They only care you marry someone decent, with a decent record. Let’s see, Malfoy is NONE of the two!” Ron spat with contempt in his voice.

“I don’t care,” Ginny said defiantly, raising her head. “I love him, and he loves me. That’s all I need,” she ended in a whisper.

“How can you love that bloody bast-“ before Ron could even finish, Ginny’s hand came up and swiftly guided itself across his cheek.

“Don’t you DARE call him a bastard, Ronald Weasley. He has more manners than you ever will. Do you realize that you have been treating me worse right now than how he has ever treated you? That’s just how much of a hypocrite you are!” Ginny shrieked, turning sharply on her heel and fleeing from the scene.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To say Ron was pissed at her the next few days would be an understatement. And to say the rumor spread like wildfire would also be an understatement. Instead of only Snape, now teachers like McGonagall and Flitwick sneered at her too!

What made it even worse was that she barely saw Draco the next few days. The first time she did see him was that Friday, when they had their own little party during the End-of-Year ball. This sparked a major argument between her and Ron. He actually accused them of sleeping together.

But all in all, it had been the worst week of her life, the only high point was being able to see Draco.

The next week wasn’t looking too good for Ginny either. It had come and gone, slightly less rough than the week before. People were finally getting used to the idea of seeing Ginny and Draco together, which they were both thankful for. The only two people who really excepted them, must’ve been Harry and Hermione.

Ginny couldn’t thank them enough for their support and burst into tears when they said they were behind her 100%.

Anyways, that was on Monday. Today was Friday: the day of graduation. Tomorrow would be Ginny’s very last day with Draco, for about half a month. Harry, as expected, did give Ginny permission to invite him to Grimmauld Place. Ginny nearly flipped out when he said yes.

“Ginny? Ginny?” Harry asked to pull her out of her reverie. It was breakfast and she had just arrived.

“Harry, I’m right next to you. No need to shout,” she answered.

“Sorry. Hermione wants to know when Draco’s coming again.” Harry bit into a piece of toast and Hermione rolled her eyes, wiping a glob of butter off his chin.

“July fourth. We plan on going out to dinner that night….alone, if you want to inform dear Ronald.” Ron was sitting a few seats down, his arms crossed over his chest and stealing menacing glances every few minutes.

“What a baby,” Hermione muttered. His menacing look then turned into a smug one as he looked beyond Ginny’s head. She whipped around quickly, and saw a blood read envelope carried by Errol, their family owl.

“It’s about time mum caught up with me,” Ginny muttered reproachfully. She watched as the tiny owl fluttered closer to the table, making a beeline straight for her.

“Get ready to run, Gin,” Harry muttered, and then let out a small chuckle. Hermione and Ginny both glared.

Then, imagine their surprise as the owl missed them by inches and headed straight for Ron. Ron’s smug features dropped into disbelief as the owl dropped the blood red envelope onto his scrambled eggs.

“Oh crap…” Ron trailed off as he grabbed the letter and started to zoom out of the Great Hall. But he didn’t go unnoticed. Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and to their surprise Draco followed him. When in the Entrance Hall he tried to lose them, but the envelope burst into orange-red flames.

“RONALD WEASLEY! I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE SUCH A DISGRACE FOR A SON!” The letter screamed. “LUCIUS MALFOY MAY BE A NASTY, NASTY MAN BUT WHO’S TO SAY HIS SON IS THE SAME?” Ron, Harry, and Hermione all snorted, as Draco looked mortally offended. “IF YOU BREAK THOSE TWO APART, YOU SHALL PAY THE UTMOST CONSEQUENCES!” Ron looked like he had been shot, Draco looked overwhelmed, and Ginny, Harry, and Hermione thought they might’ve died from smiling so hard. “Ginny,” the voice of my mother started softly. “I hope you and Draco are happy together. I’m only fighting for your side because you know how much I believe in second chances. Draco, take good care of my baby girl.” Then, the ashes magically disappeared.

The first thing Ginny did was turn to Draco and run into his arms. “Draco, you know what this means? We have my mom’s approval! At least one adult at Grimmauld place will trust you!” Draco picked her up and spun her around, giving her a light kiss.

“Way to go Ginny!” Harry and Hermione congratulated in unison. Draco let Ginny down and she walked over to Ron.

“Thanks Ron. If you never sent that letter, I never would’ve gotten mum’s approval.” Ginny then gave him a light squeeze, which surprised everyone. Ron then just turned and walked away mumbling something about getting ready for graduation. Hermione glanced at her watch, and let out a soft “oh”.

“Harry, we have to go get ready!” she exclaimed, zooming away like a tiny tit mouse. Ginny looked at Draco sadly, as if he would like to spend more time with her.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see me tonight,” Draco started. Usually, the seventh year graduation wasn’t that important: just the teachers and the students receiving their diplomas, along with the Hogwarts’ students. Also, it would be held in the afternoon, as not to interfere with the Feast, where house cup would be awarded.

“That I will,” she responded, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and watching him walk away to go prepare.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That afternoon, Ginny was frantic. She got ready about a half an hour too early, and had to wait impatiently in the common room. They had graduation practice, and Hermione and Draco being Head Boy and Girl, had to make a speech together. They had to go to practice early to prepare for that. No one was in the common room, as everyone was getting ready. That made Ginny even more frantic. She had no one to talk to, as to calm her nerves.

When three rolled around, though, she was out of the common room faster than you could say “Flibbertigibbet”.

“Ginny, Ginny!” Draco called, outside the Great Hall, ready to go in once the ceremony started.

“Draco!” she squealed in excitement, going up to him and giving him a long congratulatory kiss. There were giggles around them.

“Oh grow up,” Draco snapped.

“I’m so proud of you,” Ginny whispered, holding both of his hands in hers.

“And it’ll be my turn to be proud of you next year,” Draco whispered back, sprinkling a light kiss on her nose.

“Sissy,” Ginny coughed.

“What was that?” Draco asked, pretending to be clueless.

“Nothing,” Ginny responded sweetly.

“Ok then,” he responded. “Well, I guess anytime’s good as never,” Draco sighed. “Well, Ginny, know we’ve been together for almost a year and a half now, and with you, I feel I could accomplish anything. I know I could. I just wanted to say-“

“Draco, get a fucking move on!” Blaise hissed from someway down the line. “We gotta be in the Great Hall!” Draco gritted his teeth together.

“You go without me, I’m trying to confess my fucking love for the girl, Zabini!” Blaise flushed.

“Whoops, sorry. Ok, yeah, I’ll go.” And Blaise ran off.

Draco sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. “I hate that chit.”

Ginny smiled. “So what did you want to tell me?”

We're talking away
I don't know what's left to say
I'm sayin' it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love ok?

“Well,” Draco started nervously. “I just wanted you to know I love you, first of all.” He fiddled with the hem of his dress robes. Ginny watched as the people behind him began to file into the Great Hall.

Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two

“I know we will have a good life, even though you and I will be separated for a while. I’d be crushed if you met another man and forgot all about me,” he faltered through his words, pausing every now and then.

“I never could love another man, Draco. You know that,” Ginny responded softly, raising her hand to meet his cheek.

“I-I know. I was j-just making sure. Anyways, I,” Draco started again, pulling something out of his pocket and fiddling with it.

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends again
But it's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is o.k.
Say it after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“Even if I don’t get the answer I expected, it’ll be ok if I still have you,” Draco bumbled on.

“I don’t understand, Draco,” Ginny said, thoroughly confused. He reached for her hand, and took it in his.

“I’m sorry,” he said, with a slight chuckle. “I guess I’m just confused.” He closed his eyes and sighed, opening them to look at Ginny: his Ginny.

“It’s ok. You may want to hurry up, the Slytherins have already gone in already,” Ginny said pointedly.

“Ok, well…”

Take on me,
take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two

Things that you say
yeah is it life or just to play my
Worries away
You're all the things I've got to remember
Shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway

“Ginny,” he started confidently, getting down on one knee, not even caring that he was getting dirt on his graduation robes. “Will you marry me?” he asked hopefully, producing a black velvet box with an engagement ring tucked ever so neatly inside.

Take on me,
take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two

A/N: I know the song probably sucks with it, but I wanted to keep my RBF songfic theme up. Read and Review. Once I get 40-45 reviews, I’ll continue.

Love,

OceanAve

4. Saying Goodbye

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine…deal with it!

A/N: Haha, filler chapter, read and ill be happy. Don’t forget to leave a review too! J

A/N AGAIN: No songfic this chapter, im sorry. I couldn’t find one to suit it, im sorry. But I will update with a new songfic chapter as soon as I can.

<<<Ginny’s POV>>>

I don’t think the word yes even came out of my mouth.

I just started crying and laughing. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips to his, in the most passionate kiss we had ever shared. In the process, he had slipped the ring on my finger, and I watched as the gold band gleamed beautifully in the midday sun.

The ring wasn’t anything gaudy, or anything eye-catching, but to me it was the most precious thing in the world. It had a clean-cut diamond in the center, and one smaller diamond on both sides of the first one. I could barely believe it, but it fit like a dream.

“Go,” I whispered, pushing him to the door. “You have to graduate sometime.” He looked ahead and saw that the rest of the Slytherins had already evaded the Great Hall. Draco, grinning like a maniac, gave me one last chaste kiss and ran to catch up with his fellow housemates.

I watched as the Hufflepuffs, then the Ravenclaws, and eventually the Gryffindors passed by. Most were giving me dirty or disapproving looks, whilst the only approving looks I got were from Harry and Hermione. Ron brushed passed me as if he had no idea who I was. I rolled my eyes. He had to come around sometime.

I hurriedly jogged (actually more of a skip, but hey, one had a right to skip when they had been previously engaged!) into the Great Hall, and took my seat right next to Colin, as Dumbledore called Draco and Hermione up for their speech.

“What happened?” Colin asked. When I went to talk to Draco, I left Colin to fend for himself, getting into the mobbed Great Hall.

“Draco proposed!” I squealed excitedly, but making sure to keep my voice down. I raised my right hand and showed Colin the ring.

“Holy shit, he put up for that rock?” Colin asked.

“Yes, yes. Hush, I want to hear this,” I said, motioning to the stand where Draco and Hermione both were. Colin looked slightly offended, but quickly covered it up.

“During our seven years here,” Hermione started in a loud, yet gentle tone. “We have found friendship, bravery, adventure, excitement, knowledge, and most importantly, love.” Harry turned slightly pink as Hermione said this last word.

“We have accomplished more things than most grown wizards could. I myself, battled the Dark Forest at the mere age of eleven.” Hermione did her best to stifle a giggle. Draco glared at her.

“And I have battled creatures I never would’ve dreamed of, before I learned I was a witch,” Hermione spoke. “But we have accomplished this as a team. : In our houses, and in inter-housed relationships. I’m sure the hottest topic of the school is the relationship between a certain Gryffindor and a certain Slytherin.”

Draco turned red. “And, if there’s anything I learned in Hogwarts, that I must carry with me for the rest of my life, it’d be that life throws you lemons sometimes. You just have to throw them back from where they came in the first place.” There were slight chuckles from the audience. “But seriously, what I learned is that nothing is more important in life than friendship, knowledge, and love.”

“We now present to you,” Hermione started. “The Hogwarts class of 1998!”

There were cheers, chants, whistles and clapping. Dumbledore rose to the podium, and held up his hands for silence.

“Thank you. And now, for the awarding of the diplomas. Abbot, Hannah.” Hannah joyfully flounced to the stage, accepting her diploma and gracefully curtsied.

“So?” Colin asked excitedly.

“So what?” I replied nonchalantly, though my insides were bursting with excitement.

“So how did he ask you? Did he come straight out of the blue, did he kneel down, did he even get the question out before you killed him with the answer?” I rolled my eyes. Like I’d ever do that!

“No, he kneeled down, and I started hugging him and kissing him because I was so ecstatic,” I answered. “How are things with you and Isabelle?” I asked. Isabelle was a girl in our year, Ravenclaw. Colin had been dating her for the past two months.

“Ok, I guess,” he answered, as Fawcett, Sarah was called to receive her diploma. “I think it’s going downhill, but at least we’ll have time to fix it before it gets worse.”

“Yea,” I responded detachedly. “I still can’t believe we’ll be married when I turn eighteen! That way, if my parents change their mind, I’ll be legal.”

Colin rolled his eyes. “Will this be all I’m hearing all summer: how happy you are that you’re marrying Draco frickin’ Malfoy?”

“Yes,” I spoke proudly. “Deal with it!” Colin simply huffed and turned back to the ceremony, where Macmillan, Ernie had just received his diploma.

My attention snapped back to the front as the next name was read.

“Malfoy, Draco,” McGonagall read. I was teetering on the edge of my seat as he walked proudly up to the podium.

McGonagall handed him his diploma, and he proudly stuffed his fists up in the air.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draco, Hermione, Harry, and I were walking down to the platform the next day. I could have sworn I heard him sniffle a bit.

“I can’t believe we’re leaving!” Hermione cried. Her eyes were all red and her cheeks were all splotchy. “I’m gonna miss this place so much!”

“Me too,” Harry sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Look at it this way, no more waking up at seven A.M. for breakfast. We can sleep as late as we want,” Draco responded, with his arm around my shoulders.

“Whatever,” Harry and Hermione both grumbled.

“You guys are lost fucking causes,” Draco muttered with an overdramatic roll of his eyes.

We all boarded the train just in time, and found a lone compartment with only Ron and Luna. Luna looked rather breathless, and Ron looked like he couldn’t believe the scene in front of him; like he hadn’t seen me and Draco acting like a couple before.

“Glad you could join us, Mrs. Malfoy,” Ron replied sarcastically.

“Ronald Bilius,” Luna replied sternly over her copy of the Quibbler, which, thank God, was right side up. I didn’t need Draco thinking I hung out with losers.

Ron mumbled something under his breath. It sounded rather like “Yeah, Yeah, smack me if you have to” then let a small smirk appear across his face.

Hermione’s hand then came quickly upside his head and he looked rather offended. “There, you happy?” She asked sweetly. Ron mumbled something again that no one could hear.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Me and Draco were cuddled up in a corner of the compartment, Ron and Luna were sitting across from each other and were engaged in conversation, and Harry and Hermione were talking very close on the same bench as Ron.

“Draco,” I whispered so no one could hear. “Where are we going for dinner July fourth?”

“Well,” he started, moving closer, so the right side of my forehead and the left of his were pressed together and our breaths mingled together. “It’s this really nice restaurant.” He intertwined our fingers. “I found it just outside of town. It’s called McDonald’s,” he finished. I looked at him like he had five heads. Who did he think he was? “Just joking,” he said, after seeing the look I was giving him.

“That was not funny!” I shrieked softly. I attracted attention from everyone in the cabin and my cheeks turned a light hue of pink.

“But really,” he chortled. “It’s called The Caruso Café. It’s owned by a family that lives on Grimmauld Place.” I nodded. “I heard it’s a really sappy mushy gushy love place,” he whispered.

“Sissy,” I coughed.

“And damn proud of it,” he retorted.

“Gay,” I coughed.

“You go the wrong guy. You might wanna go talk to Creevey about that one.” He took something out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

“That’s mean. Colin’s my best friend! He’s the first guy that knew about our relationship!” I defended.

“Ok then,” Draco responded, leaving the subject be.

A few hours later, the witch with the trolley came by, offering them goodies. Everyone chipped in and they bought as many as they could eat without spewing.

“I have always loved chocolate frogs,” I said to Draco as we chowed down. “Maybe it’s because it’s the first wizard candy I ever had. Maybe it’s the only candy I ever got from my family that was never cursed. Chocolate frogs are the only candies with curse-blockers, y’know?”

“No I didn’t,” he responded, taking a rather large chunk out of his chocolate frog.

“Hold on,” I told him, as he was about to open a box of Bertie Bott’s. “You’ve got a bit of chocolate on your lip.” Draco reached up to wipe it off. “Allow me,” I responded, raising a hand to stop him. I pressed my lips to his, and allowed my tongue to sneak out so I could wipe off the glob of chocolate.

“What was that?” He asked, as I pulled away abruptly. “I thought we were engaged? We should be snogging much heavier than that!”

I laughed. “That’s one of the good things about us. We talk and we snog. It’s a balanced operation!” I finished, as he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

I leaned forward and gave him another kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him as close to myself as I could.

“Get a room!” I heard Harry jeer.

“Yea,” everyone else in the compartment rang out. My lips left Draco’s for a moment, as I twisted my neck around to meet Harry’s gaze.

“If you don’t like it, you can leave,” I spoke, turning back around and igniting our snogging session once more. It was a few more minutes before I heard the compartment door open and everyone shuffle out.

“Good,” Draco muttered.

“Very,” I responded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were ten minutes away from the station. Ten minutes away from our impending doom. Ten minutes away from my father screaming and shouting.

Whichever way you spun it, it ended horribly.

Draco and I were making the best of our last ten minutes together for a month (Draco had changed his plans. Instead of being gone for two weeks, he now planned on being gone for four).

And those last ten minutes consisted of nothing but snogging: heavy, heavy snogging.

Anyways, me and Draco were currently getting dressed into our muggle clothing. I was holding his hand in mine, afraid to let go. I felt as if I let go, I would never see him again (Ok, maybe he turned me into a sappy girly too!). We collected our things and were walking back to our compartment, to wait for the train to pull into Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

“I’m going to miss you,” Draco said sadly.

“I’m going to miss you even more,” I rallied.

“I’m going to miss you the most,” he replied, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Me too,” I replied dreamily.

“Argh, don’t go all Loony on me!” He exclaimed, laying a hand over his heart and pretending to stagger about.

“Platform Nine and Three Quarters, approaching!” A voice boomed through the train. Draco and I walked out of the compartment, our things in tow. He had his free arm around my waist, pulling me as close to himself as he could, without having each other on top of one another.

“Ginny! Ginny!” Hermione called, three books under her arm, and her trunk and Crookshanks’ cage behind her. Harry pulled out of the mass of people behind her.

“Hey Herms!” I called over to her as we prepared to exit the train. “Where have you been? I didn’t see you nearly half the ride home!”

“I was preoccupied!” She answered quickly, as her cheeks turned pink. Harry handed her a piece of parchment, which she disposed of in her pocket.

“Where’s my hardhead brother?” I asked. Hermione pointed to a couple of people ahead of us, which ended up being Luna and Ron, walking together and talking animatedly. “Oh,” was all I replied.

My mom was ecstatic to see me. She wrapped me in a grand hug, as she miniaturized all of our stuff. She said she would be able to fit it in the car, for the ride to Grimmauld Place.

“C’mon you lot,” my dad called, starting to walk away. I turned back to Draco, and flung my arms around him.

“I’ll see you in a month, ok?” I asked him, just to make sure for the seventieth time that I had gotten it right.

“Correct,” he answered. I covered his lips with my own.

“I love you,” I stated, pulling away and looking into his clouded silver-gray orbs.

“I love you too,” he answered. I walked away, all the time looking back.

Bad cliffy, I know. I will update as soon as I can. I know it stinks like poopie, so lay off the case, will ya?

Just kidding, I love all of you!

Love,

OceanAve

P.S. review if you dare! Muahahaha

5. You Don

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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!

Umm, ok, yea, review, or I’ll…um…I’ll…COME AFTER YOU FREDDY VERSUS JASON STYLE!!!! Oh yeah! Lol.

6. Where Have You Been?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the best book in the world, or Reel Big Fish, one of the best bands in the world!

A/N: I FINALLY DID IT! I UPDATED! You all must love me so much now! Teehee! I love you guys too! This chappie takes a serious twist and is based on “Where have you been?” by reel big fish.

Where Have You Been?

Draco and I sat outside for a while, not talking, just enjoying each other’s company. Without a word, I slipped my hand into his, seeing a smile crack on his lips out of the corner of my eye. He gently caressed my hand with his thumb, as the sun set, spilling midnight blues, purples, and yellows across the sky.

“Draco,” I started, closing my eyes from the overwhelming emotions flooding every fiber of my being.

“Yea Gin?” he asked.

“Promise me when we get married it’ll still be like this. We won’t be one of those uptight, fighting couples. Right?” I asked, rolling over so I was on my stomach right next to him. “Please, promise me.”

“I promise,” he answered. “And you can hold me to that promise.”

I smiled to myself, breathing lightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, shifted my head so it was snuggled into his chest, and closed my eyes tight. Before I knew what was happening, I had fallen into a deep sleep.

~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@

I woke up the next morning with the sun shining brightly in my eyes. I was snuggled into my covers, with Draco sitting right next to me, using the headboard as a pillow. I nudged his hip with my head, too tired and lazy to reach and hand up and push him off the bed. He snapped awake, eyes half open, but then snuggled down into the covers with me.

“Mornin’,” he greeted.

“How’d I get here?” I asked. “Last thing I knew I fell asleep in the back yard.”

“Well, I carried you up here, stayed with you for an hour or so, then fell asleep at about eleven,” he replied, reaching over to drape an arm across my waist. “Just goes to show how much I care about you.”

I smiled thankfully and started to drift off to sleep again, while Draco just lay there watching me.

“What time is it?” I asked sleepily.

“Eleven thirty,” he responded.

“What?” I shouted, sitting up quickly, jumping out of bed, and pulling Draco off. “Go, I have to change. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are leaving in fifteen minutes and I’m supposed to go with them!”

“Oh yeah, to go to Diagon Alley?” he asked as I shoved him out of the room.

“Yes, now go!” I slammed the door in his face, and quickly undressed. I threw on a pair of old ratty jeans, torn at the knees. I then threw on a black tank-top and one of my black robes. I did my hair up into a messy ponytail and bolted out my door, grabbing my purse on the way.

“Harry, Hermione, Ron!” I called when I reached the bottom landing of the stairs.

“In the kitchen, Gin,” I heard the voice of Hermione. I sighed in relief, and walked into the kitchen. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco were all either sitting or standing, drinking some butterbeers waiting for me.

“Finally. Until Draco arrived down here, I though you got…tied up,” Harry jeered suggestively at his last comment. I stuck my tongue out in response.

“Let’s just go already,” Hermione commented exasperatedly. “I wanted to get to the bookstore early so I could be the first to buy the new book on Creedles. Such interesting creatures they are. Their eating patterns are..” Hermione began to go on and on about the so-called fascinating creature.

“Let’s go,” I cut in before she could go any farther.

“Oh wait, Gin, there are two things we all discussed before you got down here. First of all, me and Hermione are dating,” Harry said with nonchalance.

“Like that was a big surprise. I hear what you two do at night…” I trailed off, and then added. “Despicable.”

Harry and Hermione’s eyes widened, then they blushed crimson. Everyone else laughed.

“What else do you have to say?” I asked.

“Never mind,” they both answered, then were both quick to apparate to the Leaky Cauldron. Since I was only sixteen, I had to floo, and Draco was flooing with me so I wasn’t lonely.

Once we had all met up in the Leaky Cauldron, we set off to go shopping. Draco and I were hand in hand, as were Hermione and Harry. Ron had his hands stuffed in his pockets, staring off into the distance dreamily.

“Ron, quit dreaming of Luna, you have the road to watch in front of you,” I commented when he bumped into an older witch. He merely scowled.

“I happen to-“ he started but stopped suddenly. I looked over to see a pair of feminine hands covered his eyes delicately.

“Long time no see, Ronald,” whispered the voice that I know Ron had been longing to hear. He whipped around and enclosed her in a huge hug.

“I missed you,” he mumbled.

“It’s been a week!” She said exasperatedly. “But I missed you, too,” she added.

“So much for it’s only been a week,” Draco sniggered. I looked at him disapprovingly but let a smile slip across my face. Luna looked over and smiled (smiled?) brightly (BRIGHTLY?) when she saw Draco.

“Ah, Draco, how are you?” she asked, as if talking to an old friend.

“Fine,” he replied with hesitancy. Luna then turned back to Ron, and intertwined their hands.

“I hope you don’t mind if I hang out with you guys. My mom let me come here today and I’m all alone. I might as well be here,” she said dreamily.

“Too bad we’re going back to Hogwarts in two months, give or take,” I said sadly. That means I only have two more months to spend with you guys.” I laid a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “And I won’t be able to see you as much!”

“O contraire,” Draco started slyly. “What would you say if I told you I’m renting a flat in Hogsmeade for the next year so we’re never more than a kilometer away?”

“I’d say you’re full of shit,” I responded. Then catching up to the hidden meaning, I threw my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms. “You’re kidding me!” I exclaimed, beaming. He smiled at me, wrapping his arms gently around my waist.

“No I’m not. So now, with Dumbledore’s permission, you can visit me whenever you want,” he stated. “But no sneaking out after hours. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he commented slyly.

“Oh no, Mr. Malfoy, of course not,” I responded, equally as furtive. Ron cringed.

“Malfoy, don’t speak of such volatile things when around other people,” he sneered.

“Ron, eat me,” Ginny responded coolly. Everyone turned to gawk at her. “All I have to say is if my oldest brother can’t accept my judgment, he doesn’t deserve my amiability.” Draco sniggered and Ron stuck his tongue out at him. “Oh stop acting like ten-year olds.” I rethought for a minute, and then grabbed Draco’s hand and turned around.

“Where are you going?” Luna asked curiously.

“I’m going home. I’m not even sure why I came here, knowing he’d be here,” I snorted, nodding my head in my brother’s direction. I dragged Draco back towards the Leaky Cauldron, set on being stubborn until my brother gave in and apologized.

~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@

It was but a week before school began again, for my last year. I was scared. I didn’t want to lose Draco if the long distance thing didn’t work. I loved him too much to let him go. We were sitting curled up in the rather large back yard, watching Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan play Quidditch. I could tell Draco wanted to play, but he told me he’d rather be sitting there with me in our last days together.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” Draco asked me. He sat with his legs straddled, with me in the center. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my hair.

“Only a million times in the past ten minutes,” I responded.

“Well, I’m going to miss you,” he said.

“Me too. But I promise I’ll see you at least once a week.”

“That’s not cool,” he grunted. “I saw you at least once a day when we were both at Hogwarts.”

I sighed. It was a lost battle arguing with him. I just leaned back and closed my eyes. “I have a funny feeling this year isn’t going to be pretty. I don’t know why. It’s just a-a feeling I guess.” Draco responded with a warm kiss to my temple. “I’m sorry. Bad thoughts bring bad luck.”

“Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to happen. I’m not going to let it.”

I could feel Draco’s calm breath on my neck, his kisses on my temple, and his words still resounding in my head, but I didn’t believe them. I knew somehow trouble was brewing. And when trouble is near, Ginny Weasley isn’t one to ignore it.

~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@

I stood on Platform nine and three quarters, holding his hands in mine. “I’ll promise to owl at least three times a week, maybe even everyday,” I promised him. He smiled at me. His smile was reserved for only two people: me and his mother. Those were the two people he loved more than anything in this world, and I felt special to be apart of that.

Suddenly, the train blew it’s signal for the last call. I gave Draco a quick hug and a kiss, said goodbye to my parents, Harry, and Hermione. Ron refused to come and see me off, but he would go and see Luna off. The fight only escalated after that day in Diagon Alley. I jumped onto the train, just as it began to move, and frantically waved to the family I was leaving behind for my next and final year of Hogwarts. I found Luna sitting in a compartment with Colin Creevey. Colin definitely wasn’t the dork I met my first year. He’s obviously more mature (but I guess it’s hard to imagine a mature Colin, because he’s such a kid at heart), but he was still accompanied by that camera everywhere he went. He was a bit more popular with the ladies now. He had broken up with his girlfriend over the summer, and there were rumors going around that he and Fauna LaFaye had a little thing for each other.

“Ginny,” Colin called from the other side of the compartment as I went off into a daze. I snapped back into reality. “God! Five minutes and you’re already daydreaming about Draco,” he bantered, sending me a sly smile. I reached my leg out far enough to kick him in the shin, and that swiped the smirk clean off his face.

“I happen to-“ I started, but was interrupted by the glass door sliding open. A rather handsome blonde head poked in.

“There are a mob of girls attacking me outside,” he started in a slightly cocky tone. “Can I sit here?”

And I gasped.

The blonde head turned to me, and his jaw dropped. “Ginny?” he asked.

“No, Dalton, you can’t sit here,” I snarled, standing up abruptly, and pointing my finger out the door.

“Too bad,” he answered in a cocky tone, coming over and sitting down nearly right on top of me. “You know I missed you and your fiery temper,” he drawled, lazily stroking his finger up and down my bare arm.

“Leave me alone you scum!” I shrieked. “You don’t even deserve the time of day from me!”

“Still fiery as ever, Ginevra,” he drawled again, smirking. I scooted away from him, and he scooted closer. “You know, I made a huge mistake. I’ve missed you.”

you called me up last night in tears

you said you've missed me after all these years

i've been waiting here so long

i've gotten over it since you've been gone

“Like hell you missed me,” I snarled, standing up and sitting next to Colin. “You left me for a slut!” Colin and Luna both looked at me, surprised.

“You know him?” they both asked.

“Me and him go back,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Way back, Eh Gin-Gin?” he responded with nonchalance.

“Don’t call me that! Only Draco can call me that!” I sneered at him.

“Malfoy?” the boy asked, surprised. “You went for that mutt when you can have a pure-breed?”

“He’s just as pure-bred as you are!” I responded, irritated by his arrogance.

“In blood, maybe yes, but in other things, no.”

“Sean, I am warning you,” I whispered, in a deadly tone. “One more quip about my fiancée-“

“Fiancée? Hell, how bad DID he knock you up?” Sean asked, draping his body across the seat.

“He didn’t knock me up!” I shouted, hoping to get my point through that thick mass of over-styled hair into his brain.

“Then why not come back to me? Lindsey wasn’t good enough for me. Only one girl is, and ever will be, and I think you know who that is,” he responded slyly.

you called me late last night again

you said you'd finished with your new girlfriend

asked if you could come back home

so sorry that you'd left me all alone

“Name two differences between me and that useless body mass you call Draco,” Sean drawled, standing up to face me so we were only about a foot apart.  I tried to back up, by the seat stopped me from doing so.

“He loves me, while you never could, would, or will,” I responded with ice in my tone and a fir in my eyes.  He touched a finger to my shoulder and made a small sizzling sound.

“Ouch, this kitten’s got claws.”

“Don’t touch me.  Now I’ll have to burn these clothes,” I sneered, smirking at his slightly offended reaction.

“Hey, Draco’s not here.  He doesn’t have to know,” Sean responded innocently, trying to run his finger along my arm again.

“Leave me alone!” I screeched.  “You left me.  You left me, when you said you loved me.  I don’t need you!”  He looked pained, laying a hand over his heart and pretending to stagger.

“But Gin, I do love you.”

You say you love me

love me again

but if you love me

where have you been?

you say you need me more than anyone else

well, go to hell

where have you been?

“No you don’t.  You never would, and never will.  I was just a quick shag, and you won’t even get THAT out of me.  I was the one woman you could never shag, and that’s why you’ve come crawling back!”  I snarled, turning around and sitting next to my friends.  I could hear them whispering, and then Colin whispered a “nice one” in my ear.

“But you know that we had fun while it lasted.  We could have it again.  I bet you Draco has never treated to what I gave you,” Sean responded slyly.

“Excuse me for asking, but why the bloody fuck are you even here?  Who are you?” Luna asked.  She NEVER swore.  This only meant she was enraged at this man for coming into my life and trying to throw himself at me when I clearly had a ring on my finger.

“Ginny never told you?”  Sean asked, a fake tear forming in his eye.

“I was embarrassed of you,” I quipped.  That wasn’t true, but it’d have to do.

“That wasn’t what you said the day before I left.  Anyways, I came here from Durmstrang during that period of time when our heating spells had been messed up and half the school was burning and the other half was freezing a year of two back I think.  I met Ginny during that period of time and the rest is history.  I then left her for another girl, but only because that girl needed me worse than Ginny did.  I realized Ginny was the only one for me, and now I WILL get you back,” he finished, looking in my direction.  “You know we had something good going.  I want that good thing again.”

“You’ll never get it you womanizing sack of crap!” I screamed.  I was about to lunge myself on him when Colin and Luna jumped and pulled me back with all their strength.

“No need to jump me right here, Gin.  We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” he replied cockily.  I spat at his feet, but because of the magical flooring it absorbed into the carpet.  He came forward, seeing me squirm and struggle under my friends’ grasps, and laid a kiss on my lips.  I jumped back, falling onto Colin and Luna, spitting wildly to get his nasty taste off my lips.

“You little bastard!”  I screamed.  “I’m with Draco now!  He’s more a man than you ever inspire to be!”  He smirked.

“We’ll see about that, Gin,” he answered.

showed up at my door today

said my friend why do you push me away

your life with him was just so dull

but what we had was something wonderful

you say you love me

love me again

but if you love me

where have you been?

you say you need me more than anyone else

well, go to hell

where have you been?

“I don’t need you!”  I screamed as my friends let me go.  “I don’t need this!  I don’t need your crap anymore!  I don’t need empty promises!  Just because you want me back, makes you think I’ll take you?  Fuck you!”

“But Ginny-“ he started but I cut him off fiercely.

“Don’t “but Ginny” me!  Don’t ever talk to me again!  What even possessed you to think I’d want you back!?”  I screamed.

“You loved me,” he responded, his confidence now stuck in his throat.

“I don’t love you.  I never will ever again.  I made that mistake once and I’m never making it again!”

no way

you wish

i don't

need this

what makes you think i'd ever want you again?

yeah right

as if

i don't

need this

what makes you think i'd ever want you again?

Again

“Sean, leave me alone,” I mumbled, not angry with him, but myself for ever thinking I could like that scum-bag.

“No. I want you back and I’m getting you back no matter what that Malfoy kid says!”  he responded hotly.  “I want you back, babe.”

“Call her babe and I swear I’ll throw my wand away and kill you with my bare hands,” a voice called from the compartment door.  I looked over and my jaw dropped.

It was Draco!

A/N:  hah!  A twist to my little plot of the chapter!!!  The next few chapters are going to be frickin’ off the wall!!!!!  I hope to have them up soon!  Thanks for reading and reviewing, and all my patient readers out there; I love you guys so much for being patient while I got my affairs in order.  You’re probably thinking FINALLY!  SHE UPDATED!  And you probably want to throw rotten tomatoes at me, but I’m better now so I am going to be more frequent with updates.

Review if you dare!  Muahaha!

7. I'm Her Man

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn’t mine, so get over it already.

A/N: UPDATES FOR ALL!!! WEEEEH! *psycho spaz mode* Sorry, we took a nice long field trip in school today, so I’m hyper!!!

I’m Her Man

“Get your hands off her!” he snarled, dangerously fingering the wand poking out of his jean pocket.

“And you’ll what?” Sean asked, just asking for a beating.

“I swear I’ll kick your ass so bad you’ll have to pee sitting down,” he threatened. Sean backed off of me, where I was to the point of bending over the seat to stay at least a foot away from him. I straightened up and immediately took side by Draco.

“Ooh, Draco can string together a threat. Like that’s some big deal,” Sean sneered. Draco shot him a dirty glance, and they stood, staring, for a moment, as if speaking with words I could not hear. I wrapped an arm around his waist, and instantly felt safer.

“Sean, you had your chance with me, and you blew it! Get over it and go find another lass to shag!” I shouted at him, forgetting that two of my best friends were only feet from me.

“But babe-“ that was it. That was the one thing that pushed Draco off the edged. He lunged forward, driving his fist into Sean’s jaw.

“NO one, and I mean NO one calls my Gin “babe”,” he warned the semi-conscious Sean. Draco picked him up by the scruff of his neck and threw him clean out the door. He hit the opposite compartment’s glass door with a thud, then the glass shattered. It instantly repaired itself, but many onlookers peeked their heads out of their compartments to see the commotion.

“Bastard,” Sean coughed.

“And that’s just the way I like him,” I retorted, grabbing his arm and pulling him back into the compartment, shutting the door instantly. I wrapped him in a hug, instinctively, as his strawberry mint scent permeated the air.

“Ahem,” Colin coughed. “People-ahem-in the-ahem-room.” I smiled, placing myself precariously in Draco’s lap.

“Why are you here?” I asked, ecstatic.

“Well, Dumbledore let me take the train with you to my new apartment, and I wanted to surprise you. I came walking down the halls when I saw that guy go into your compartment. I figured he was just a passerby, but recognized him and that little smirk on his face. I tried to catch up to him, but the dumb-ass Zabini tried stopping me in the hall to talk to me. He wanted to know what the hell I was doing here, instead of giving me a proper hello,” he explained, then muttered, “wanker.”

I let out a small chuckle. “But when I saw that pig handling my baby like that, I had to step in,” he finished, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Talk about clingy,” Luna muttered.

“But you can’t tell me you don’t miss Ron?” I asked slyly. Luna let a pink blush creep across her pale cheeks, and stayed quiet thereafter. I smiled triumphantly, getting exactly the reaction I wanted.

“What does your apartment look like?” I asked. Draco thought for a moment.

“Well, let’s just put it this way. I know you’ll like it,” he responded. I looked at him as if he had three heads.

“How the hell is that supposed to give me a clue about what it looks like?” I laughed.

He smiled slyly, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “That’s all you’ll need to know. You’ll be too preoccupied to care what it looks like.”

“Eww! Eww!” Colin exclaimed, grabbing Luna’s hand and pulling her out of the compartment. “God, if you wanted us to leave you alone, just so say. Don’t try to gross us out into leaving.”

I smirked once I hear the compartment door slam close. “So,” I purred, swinging my leg around so I was straddling his lap. “We have nearly-what?-six or seven hours ahead of us, all alone.” I trailed a finger down the side of his face, leaning in so my breath tickled his lips. He closed his eyes and my smirk merely grew. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, first of all, I’d like-“ he started, but was rudely interrupted by the compartment door singing open, and a lean, mean, perfectly manicured teenager slipping inside.

“Well, well, well,” the teenager smirked as he crooned. “What have I found here. My favorite Slytherin and everyone’s favorite sexy little Gryffindor.”

“Zabini,” Draco spat through gritted teeth.

“Thank me Draco. I saw the way you were looking at her. It’s a miracle I could come and stop your act of befouling this compartment,” he drawled, plopping himself comfortably on one of the seats, pulling an apple out of his pocket and taking a chunk out of it.

“ZABINI!” Draco and I both yelled. He winced and sat up.

“God, I’m doing you a favor, Malfoy. We’re like brothers right? Well brothers exchange favors. I did you one, now you need to return it,” he strung the words out clearly between bites of his apple.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” asked the already aggravated Draco, placing his hands on my waist to keep me from moving, as I really did not want Blaise to see us in this position.

“Oh just, hookmeupwiththathottiePamLavarti,” he blurred his words together so they were one big thing.

“What?” I had been looking at Draco, but spun around to send a quizzical glance to Zabini when I had heard the string of a word come out of his mouth.

“Hook. Me. Up. With. Pam. Lavarti.” He said slowly and clearly, gritting his teeth. He obviously did not enjoy embarrassing himself like this.

“Do it yourself!” Draco responded.

“No! She’s always around her little clique. What if they laugh at me? C’mon man, you GOTTA do this for me!” Draco rolled his eyes.

“I dated her, so I should now. She loves blondes, first of all so you’re a shoo-in. Second, she loves bad boys. She won’t date anything BUT Slytherin. She thinks we’re all hot. Also, she likes guys with self-confidence. You have me do it, and she’ll say no. Now go ask her!” Draco finished. Blaise smiled gratefully.

“Thanks, Draco. Best brother I could ever have,” he gushed, standing up to speed out of the compartment.

“Oh, and another thing,” Draco commented. Blaise nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Interrupt us again, and you die.” He said this without a trace of joking in his tone. Blaise gulped and scurried out of the compartment as fast as his legs could carry him.

“Alone at last,” Draco and I whispered in unison, lowering our heads to crash together in a fury of teeth and tongues.

~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@

I, too soon if you ask me, had to eventually say goodbye to Draco. I had to board the “horse-less” carriages to Hogwarts, with Colin, Luna, and surprisingly Blaise who I had come to spend more time with since I started dating Draco. We separated to sit at our respectful tables, as the First years began to pile into the Great Hall. Only one head stuck out of the crowd, and that was the head of Sean Dalton. I sneered when he looked over and smirked slyly at me.

“As you can see we have a new student with us this year,” McGonagall announced once all of the first years had been sorted. “His name is Sean Dalton, and I hope whatever house he is in, you will try to make him feel as at-home as possible.”

Sean smiled a lady-melting smile as he sat himself on the stool. McGonagall held the hat high above his head for a moment. She brought it down in one deft movement, but it stopped right before his head.

“GRYFFINDOR!” the hat screamed. My jaw dropped. How could that scum possibly have been sorted in to Gryffindor? And the hat gave it no thought whatsoever! I watched as his figure bounced off the stool and down the aisle, making a beeline straight towards me. He wedged himself between me and Colin, then smiled as graciously as he could.

“Bloody bastard,” I muttered.

“Let the feast begin!” Dumbledore proclaimed, as the plates began to fill themselves with food.

~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@

About a month and a half into the semester I was missing Draco terribly. I wanted nothing more than to gather him in my arms, kiss him and never let him go, but exams, quizzes, homework, Quidditch, and the like began piling onto my plate. The first Hogsmeade date, though, had come up and I was excited as could be.

I walked past McGonagall and Filch with a smile on my face, dressed in a pair of faded old jeans and yet another tube top. It was giving me déjà vu, almost. I took the horseless carriage into Hogsmeade, alone and unbothered, allowing me to wallow in my thoughts of Draco. I stepped out, shielding my eyes from the bright sun, yet walking along. Draco decided we would meet in the Three Broomsticks and then he would take me up to his flat to see it.

I entered the musky atmosphere of the pub, seeing many girls and boys that I knew. I saw Blaise sitting at a table, alone, accompanied by a butterbeer in his hands. I smiled to myself, walking over to greet him. I hadn’t had much time to talk with him either, seeing as we both had our own things to do.

“Hey stranger,” I greeted warmly, watching him look up and smile when he saw me. I sat in the seat facing him, laced my fingers and used them as a pedestal for my chin. “What’s been up with you? I feel like it’s been years.”

“I think it has,” he commented with a laugh. “I’m just here alone. Pam had studying to do, and I felt like coming here to get some of my Quidditch, candy, and joke shopping done.”

I rolled my eyes. “What else would you be here for?”

He smirked. “I can think of things. So what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?” he asked.

“Draco lives in town, so I felt like coming to visit him,” I responded, sighing. “I miss him so much. We have never been apart for more than two weeks tops. I mean, I’d be fine without him, it’s just hard for me to imagine life without him.”

“Ahh, that’s right,” Blaise recollected, sipping his butterbeer and then setting it down to trace the rim of the tankard. “Draco has a flat here in Hogsmeade. Sometimes these things slip me. Young in the looks but old in the mind, as they say.”

I rolled my eyes yet again. “Blaise, you’re young in mind and young in looks. Trust me, when you get as old as my nana then we can talk about you being old in the mind.”

He laughed and nodded his head. “Yes, I guess I am blessed I am not that old.”

We sat talking for a few minutes. Draco was supposed to meet me at one and it was still only twelve forty, so I was still early. The peace between Blaise and I was disturbed when a certain slug decided to make his presence noticed.

“Gin,” I heard a sly voice comment. A shadow darkened my view of Blaise’s handsome features and I looked up into the baby blue eyes of Sean Dalton.

“Dalton, leave the lady alone. She doesn’t want to speak with you,” Blaise retorted coldly.

“Did I ask you to put your two cents in, Zabini?” Sean asked rudely.

“Sean, leave us alone,” I asked calmly.

“But Ginny, I just want you to love me.”

“I’m getting married,” I stated seriously, looking up at him. “I don’t need your bullshit anymore, so step off.”

Sean, though, completely ignored me and sat right next to me. He leaned over, grabbed Blaise’s tankard, took a swig of butterbeer, and replaced it.

“Thanks mate,” he responded, and I felt oddly like he was trying to sneak a peek down my shirt.

“Don’t call me mate. I’m not your mate. You’re just a bloody bastard that won’t let go of the past.” Sean may have been enraged by that, but barely showed it. Instead he shrugged and sat there, staring at me. It made me slightly uncomfortable.

“Sean!” I exclaimed, yet softly as not to attract attention when he tried to run his hand up my leg.

“What?” he asked innocently. I growled at him before whipping around to meet Blaise’s eyes again. Just then, a soft, yet cold and unwavering voice came from just above.

Let me put my finger in your nose

Whoa, its not funny, no no no no

I can you looking down her shirt

I can see you lifting up her skirt

Only gonna tell you once, only gonna tell you once

“I asked nicely. Keep your hands off Ginny and shove them back up your ass. I don’t want to see your slimy hands trying to get in her pants again,” Draco warned coldly. Sean turned to him and smirked.

“What the hell is that supposed to do? Intimidate me? Ooh, your one scary one, Malfoy. That is, if you’re talking about your face,” Sean sneered.

“Damn…weak, stupid, and bad comebacks to boot? Man, I can see why you follow Ginny…no other girls want you.” Sean looked angry by now, and tried to keep cool. “You come near her again, and it won’t just be your pride that’s broken. You try to come onto her, I’ll make sure you wont see the sun rise the next day. You TOUCH her ever again, and I swear I will beat you so hard your brains will be fluid leaking out of your ears. You get one warning, and ONLY one warning. Stay away from my fiancée.”

“And you’ll what? Sick this poor excuse for a wizard after me?” he sneered, motioning towards Blaise. Blaise growled dangerously, nearly launching himself towards the scum that stood before us. Draco grabbed Sean by the scruff of his neck and dragged him outside, ignoring the onlookers. Blaise and me stared after them, then to each other, then scrambled up and hurried after them.

You better stay away from my girlfriend

You better stay away from her

I’m just giving warning so you get no broken bones

You better leave my girl alone

Draco’s silver eyes flashed a dangerous cloudy gray as he thrust Sean up against the brick wall of the pub.

“Dalton, I’m fucking warning you,” he spat in a dangerously low voice, sticking his finger in Sean’s face. A wave of fear quickly flashed over Sean’s face only to be pushed away and replaced with a smirk.

“You can’t hurt me. You wouldn’t hurt me,” Sean responded coolly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms against his chest.

“Wanna try me?” Draco threatened.

“Maybe I do.”

It was all one swift movement, not even Draco who had done it. Blaise had Sean by the throat, pinned against the wall, dangling, and they were bumping noses. “I think the boy made himself pretty clear. You touch Miss Weasley over there,” he nodded his head in my direction, “and you’ll end up with a few broken bones. Anything about that you don’t understand, cuz I’ll be more than happy to give you a physical demonstration.”

Sean began to turn purple, but not from rage. Blaise’s hold was so tight it was choking him. I pointed this out and Blaise reluctantly released him to nurse his “wound”.

You better stay away from my girlfriend

You better stay away from her

I’m just giving warning so you get no broken bones

You better leave my girl alone

“Don’t think I don’t know you try and touch her. Don’t think I don’t know that you have been trying to get her in bed, or trying to look down her school blouse for the past two months. I’m telling you, leave her alone or your dead,” Blaise threatened.

“WHAT?!” Draco screamed. “You’ve been WHAT?” he screamed even louder, his nostrils flaring and Sean cowering in fear of this potential devil in front of him.

“Hot damn, you’ve pissed him off now,” Blaise commented. “And we’ve got front row seats!” I would’ve laughed had there not been a potential homicide in the making. Draco growled, taking him by the neck again.

“I swear to God, I will-“ he spat, and stopped abruptly when I laid a gentle hand on his arm.

“Babe, c’mon. You don’t need to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” he responded, turning back to Sean and tightening his hold so he turned blue.

“C’mon Draco,” I said softly, taking his arm so Sean fell limply to the ground. I laced my fingers with his, speaking softly again. “If you hurt him, he’ll just do it again to piss you off. I’m a big girl: I’ll take care of him myself.”

“But Gin-“ he whined indignantly.

“No “but Gin”. I’ll take care of it.” He sent me one last pleading glance and I sighed. “No.”

“You better stay the hell away from my girl, Dalton,” Draco threatened once more, before turning around and whispering something to Blaise. Blaise nodded, and a smirk inched it’s way across his face.

Well i bet you can understand what i say

Whoa, I’m really just playin

I can see you looking down her shirt

I can see you lifting up her skirt

Only gonna tell you twice, ask you really really nice

You better stay away from my girlfriend

You better stay away from her

I’m just giving warning so you get no broken bones

You better leave my girl alone

“Sean,” I repeated the name, placing my hands on my hips and circling his dazed form. “Sean Dalton. That name used to mean so much more to me, you know? I used to think you were everything.” I laughed bitterly before continuing. “Can you believe I was actually naïve enough to think you’d come back?

“I’m smarter now though. I found a good man. One that one cheat or leave me for a slut. I found a guy I can love and trust. I found Draco Malfoy.” Draco smiled warmly at me as Sean tried to pull himself up. He finally did it after failing thrice.

“Sean, how many times do you have to get knocked up the head before you realize I don’t want you back?” I asked, feeling sorry for the poor guy.

“I’ll take a beating everyday that’s what it takes for you to love me,” he wheezed, his throat no doubt falling apart after that brutal assault.

“Then I guess you’ll be dead soon, cuz I’ll never love you again. Sorry.” I gave him one last sympathetic smile before turning around and walking away, hand-in-hand with Draco.

Unbeknownst to me, once we had disappeared from earshot, Blaise turned evilly to Sean. “Oh, and if you touch her again, not only will Draco come after you and break your neck, I’ll make sure you are dead, put to rest in the lake for the squid to eat the remains of you.”

And Sean said no more.

Let me break your neck and crush your skull

Whoa, you never listen, no no no no

I can see you looking down her shirt

I can see you lifting up her skirt

I’ve seen too much of you

I cant take much more of this

A/N:  There we go, nicee long chappie for y’all!!!  Don’t forget, review if you dare…muahahaha!!!!

8. Rock Ya Body (mic check 1, 2)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Stagga Lee, so leave off! *hehe*

A/N: I’m sorry, no reel big fish song this time around. I just felt this one fit. Be sure to review, cuz my reviewers are like my little Santa Clauses, leaving me nice little review-y presents!

Rock Ya Body (Mic Check 1, 2)

~Normal POV~

“I missed you,” Ginny said sweetly as she and Draco walked back to his flat.

“I missed you, too,” he responded. “But it’s only been two months.”

“I get attached very easily, thank you very much Mr. Malfoy,” Ginny replied, offended. He smirked and gave her a light peck on the temple.

“I can see that. Dear Lord I’ve known since that fateful day in the broom closet…” he trailed off as Ginny wailed.

“Ah, that story is so embarrassing!” Ginny laughed, her cheeks turning redder than her hair, though it seemed far from possible.

“We’ll be telling it to our kids someday,” Draco answered softly, wrapping his arm around her waist. Ginny smiled up at him.

“Yes, we will,” Ginny whispered, then her face broke out into a huge grin. “All of them little girlies.”

“No, no, no!” he argued playfully. “We’re going to have all boys. And we’re going to name all of them manly names like Zeus, Damien, Patrick.”

Ginny snorted. “My son isn’t going to be a Roman God.”

“Well, if he has to follow in my footsteps…” Draco trailed off, a small smirk forming on his face. Ginny only smirked to mirror the one on his face.

“Soo modest, now are we?” Ginny asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Well, to make a God of son you also need a goddess,” he responded coyly.

“You’re just doing that to get me to snog you, aren’t you?” Ginny asked, putting her hand on her hip.

“And you wouldn’t want me any other way,” he reminded her. She smiled softly. As they approached the double doors of rather tall building (tall for the buildings around here, anyways), they stopped on the stoop. He leaned forward and captured her lips softly. Ginny leaned up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I really did miss you, though,” Draco said many moments later. Ginny took his hand as he led her inside.

“I know, Draco,” she responded. The entrance was rather exquisite. There was a mini-fountain of that in the Ministry of Magic. There was a reception desk off to the left and then some vending machines with assorted wizarding candy in it. An over-stuffed couch, much like the one in the Gryffindor Common Room, off to the right with a wooden coffee table with various magazines, muggle and wizard, skewed across it.

“Draco!” A young lady exclaimed, about Draco’s age, from the reception desk. She was rather pretty, and had a Hispanic look about her. She had wavy black hair and eyes almost to match Ginny’s, and a frame to match Hermione’s.

“Hello Marianna,” Draco greeted warmly. Her gaze drifted to Ginny and she smiled again.

“Ginny, I presume?” she asked, with a small laugh as Draco’s pale cheeks reddened. “Draco talks about you all the time,” she said, stretching the word “All”.

“Oh does he?” Ginny smirked, placing her hands on her hips and shot a glance at Draco. “All good, I suppose?”

“But of course,” Marianna answered. “Even some of the good I don’t want to hear.”

“I think it’s time for us to be going,” Draco said hurriedly, trying to push Ginny towards the elevator.

“No, no,” Ginny hushed him. “I’d like to hear this.”

“He always talks about you and how adorable you are. Especially when you wrinkle your nose. And he thinks that you’re a damn good kisser. He loves the way you chew on your hair when you’re reading, or the way you cross your legs when your sitting in the Great Hall,” a smirk began to form as she continued stating the facts, all the while Draco’s blush was getting deeper. “He also loves your cute arse.”

“OK!” Draco shouted, grabbing Ginny’s arm. “Thanks Marianna, we’re going up to my apartment…good day.” Marianna laughed as Draco hurriedly guided Ginny away and into the elevator.

“Remind me to get her fired,” Draco mumbled jokingly.

“I think it’s adorable you love my cute arse,” Ginny commented in a baby-like voice.

Draco mumbled incoherently as he leaned back against the elevator rail, spreading his arms to hold himself up. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, and grinned slyly at him.

“I never knew you watched me that intently,” she whispered in his ear, intentionally letting out a puff of breath to raise the hackles on his neck. He smirked slightly. “It’s very flattering.”

“I’d hope so,” he responded, draping his arms on her hips. “Or I might just have to start seeing other women, if you can’t take a compliment from the one and only sex-God Draco Malfoy.”

“Sex-God, eh?” she asked deviously. Suddenly, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened wide.

“This is my floor,” he said, extending a hand to Ginny and helping her out of the elevator.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” she responded with a mock curtsey. Draco fumbled in his pocket for his keys, and pulled them out just as they had reached a door in the hallway, marked in big, bold letters: 21-C. He shoved open the door, and Ginny walked inside.

To say she was taken aback might just have been the understatement of the century. The hallway was carpeted in rich maroon shag, with pictures of friends and schoolmates lining the wall, the room she came into was a rather large sitting room, with two squishy leather couches and a rather large Muggle television. There was a wizard’s chess table in the corner, near which there was an entrance into a granite-countered kitchen with a beautiful white marble floor. All the appliances were black to blend with the marble, suiting Draco rather nicely.

“You haven’t seen the best part,” Draco simpered.

“Let me guess…the bedroom?” Ginny asked in a knowing tone. He smirked and nodded. He took her hand again and led her through the previous hallway, down another hallway to where there where three doors. He pushed open the one to the right, and inside was a simple bed with blue comforters and purple sheets, along with an oak dresser and an oak desk. He pushed open the second one to reveal a small bathroom with a white marble tub and a pedestal sink. There were towels hanging form racks, all of which were blue or purple to match what Ginny assumed was the guest bedroom.

“And finally…” he opened his door to reveal a beautiful green four-poster, with green silk sheets and assorted black, green, and silver pillows. Across the room there was a pine desk, strewn with papers, a book-bag, and some books. On the other side of the room across from the bed was a dressed, some drawers open with clothes chaotically hanging out. In the corner right of where they were standing, there was a large, black leather chair, which could fit about three or four first years. Across it were strewn clothes, belts, some random coins, and a paper or two.

“Great maid, you are,” Ginny chuckled, walking over to the dresser, pulling out some of the clothes and refolding them. She looked up to see Draco staring at her with an amused look on his face. “Sorry, habit,” she muttered in response.

“I didn’t have time to clean before you came. I was just finishing some research for the wedding,” he finished. Ginny smiled to him as she pushed the drawers of his dressers back in, all now neatly organized.

“That’s good,” Ginny purred, sauntering closer to Draco intent on finished what they started in the elevator.

“And I’ve got some wedding halls checked out,” he continued, binding her waist with his arms. “And I thought that maybe you’d like to have the Wedding at Hogwarts.”

Ginny beamed brightly. “I’d love that.”

“Good,” he responded. “I cleared it up with Dumbledore, and he said it would be fine.” Draco picked Ginny up so her legs were wrapped around his waist, as he spun her around. “We’re going to be married, Ginny. We’ll have a life together. It’s what we dreamed of ever since-“

“Don’t say it,” Ginny warned him, wagging a finger. Draco laughed softly.

“Who says I was going to?” he asked, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. “Maybe I was going to say since I proposed.”

“If I didn’t know you that well, Draco Malfoy, I wouldn’t have said yes,” Ginny replied, putting her hands on her hips as Draco still held her up.

“I know.” He smiled. “And that reminds me. I made us some lunch that I have stored away in the fridge.”

“My Little Ferret? Made Lunch? But I was led to believe you could not cook without burning something,” Ginny stated, re-wrapping her arms around his neck and bumping their noses together.

“Well maybe I learned, my widdle Weasel,” he replied, a small smirk forming on his face. He began to carry Ginny out of the room, swaying her around, pretending to stagger into the walls.

“Drop me and I swear I’ll kill you,” Ginny threatened.

“Doesn’t faze me much,” he replied in a bored tone.

“I’ll cut off all privileges of having your buddies over to the house once we get married,” Ginny threatened once more.

“You know you can’t ban Zabini. You just gotta love that little prick,” he replied once more.

Ginny’s face then formed into a small simper. “I won’t marry you,” she joked. He gasped rather loudly and whimpered, looking like a hurt puppy. Draco pushed Ginny up against the wall of the hallway, and crushed his lips to hers.

After a few minutes, they pulled away. “What were you saying?” he asked sweetly.

“Uh…um…” she trailed off. “I forget.”

He laughed softly and twirled her around once more before setting her down. “I missed being like this with you; I miss sneaking around Hogwarts, the thrill of getting caught by Peeves or Filch.”

Ginny nodded. “Those were the days,” she agreed, taking his hand as they walked towards the kitchen together.

“So how do you feel for some grilled chicken and chef salad?” he asked, opening his refrigerator and pulling out a few things of Tupperware and two bottles of butterbeer.

“A little late, isn’t it?” Ginny asked, glancing at the clock to see it read three thirty.

“Eh, we’ll have a late lunch/early dinner. No big deal,” he replied. He pulled off the rather nice baby blue button-down he was wearing and threw it across the back of a nearby chair, revealing the white muscle tank-top he had on underneath.

“I hate getting my clothes dirty when I’m in the kitchen, too,” Ginny remarked, knowing that was the reason he had pulled his button-down off. He opened a few cabinets and pulled out some plates and utensils, and put a piece of chicken onto each one. He slid the two plates into a sleek black microwave and pressed a few random buttons. “My little cook,” Ginny laughed.

“You know it.” He leaned back against the counter and spread his arms. Ginny sauntered forward and closed him in a hug.

“Have I mentioned how glad I am that we have this time together?” she asked, the words muffled by her burying her face into his chest.

“Yes, actually, you have,” he told her, looking down at her fiery head.

“Well, I’m telling you again,” she declared, looking up at him through amber eyes.

“Well then I’m telling you I love you again,” he stated as they crushed their lips together. Ginny’s lip quivered as his tongue slowly entered her mouth and she tasted him for the first time in months. Her hand rested softly on his cheek as her eyes fluttered close and she allowed herself to drown in this one single moment.

BING!

The microwave had gone off and interrupted their moment, so Ginny was slightly perturbed. Draco kept an arm wrapped around her waist as he reached over to the microwave and opened the door. He pulled out the two plates, stacked on top of each other, and set them on the table. He grabbed the Tupperware of salad and set that on the table, along with utensils.

“Let’s sit down, I’m hungry,” he commented, pulling out Ginny’s chair so she could sit, before pulling out his own.

“It’s delicious,” Ginny stated halfway into the meal. “I never knew you could cook so well.”

“Well, I learned. My friend from the aforementioned nightclub taught me,” Draco said. “Oh damn. That reminds me, I have to work tonight.” If you could see his face at that moment, you could tell he was thinking. “Hey, why don’t you come with me?”

“Me? Why?” Ginny asked, flabbergasted. “I’ve never been to a club in my life. I’m not even dressed right!” She motioned to her jeans and tube top and he nodded.

“You’re dressed right. And I want to introduce you to some of my muggle friends.” Ginny sighed, then thought about it.

“If Snape catches me coming in so late, I’ll kill you,” she said seriously.

“I’ll take all the blame. I’ll say I kidnapped you and made you come.”

Ginny laughed, pushing back a lock of fiery hair from her face. “I guess I’ll go.”

“Thanks Gin. Usually I’m just sitting there, serving all these lushes thinking of you. Now I’ll have the real thing.” He smiled a sexy smile and it was all she could do to lean over and kiss him.

“You are so adorable when you do that,” she said, tapping his nose with her finger.

“Adorable? Adorable? You obviously don’t know men very well, do you?” he asked.

“I guess I don’t,” she responded, masticating her chicken so loud that Draco was getting visibly bothered.

“Close your mouth when you chew, would you?” he asked. She laughed.

“I only do it ‘cause I know how much it bothers you,” she taunted. He grumbled and went back to poking his chef salad. She scooted her chair closer to his, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “But I still love you.”

“I’d hope so.” He leaned over and gave her a light peck on the lips. Then, he scooted even closer so they were only inches apart. “Or I might just have to call off the wedding.”

They drifted closer until their lips fused and they were connected once again. Ginny brought her arms up around his neck, toying with the hair at his nape as he began to lick her lips feverishly.

“God Dammit!” Draco complained when the doorbell rang. “It’s like no one wants us to snog,” he whimpered like a hurt puppy to Ginny. She smirked and stood up to answer the door.

“Who is it?” Ginny called as she walked down the hallway with the tons of pictures.

“Guess, love,” came the all-too-familiar voice of Blaise Zabini.

“ZABINI! YOU’VE GOT HELL TO PAY,” Draco called from the kitchen.

Ginny chuckled to herself. She opened the door to find him leaning coolly against the doorway, casually checking a cuticle on his left hand.

“Hey babe,” he greeted.

“Don’t call me babe,” she ordered.

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” he replied. Ginny groaned in frustration.

“Zabini, I swear to God,” Draco sighed as they entered the kitchen.. “I was this close.” He held up his forefinger and thumb and exaggerated the short distance between them.

“Your welcome,” he sneered. “God, I come to say Hi to my best friends in the whole entire world and I’m not even wanted.” He sat himself down on one of the kitchen chairs and popped a piece of lettuce in his mouth.

“I’m touched…” Draco trailed off, feigning sensitiveness. “Now get out.”

“He’ll be fine after a few minutes,” Ginny told Blaise. Blaise nodded and proceeded to make himself more at home.

“How’d you find me, anyways? I never told you which apartment I lived in.”

“That nice broad at the front desk told me. To be truthful, I think she has a thing for me. I asked her out, so we’re going to some nice club tonight once she gets off work,” Blaise commented. He ceased to turn off his manly charm.

“Knowing Marianna, she probably invited you to The Inferno, right?” Draco asked, an eyebrow cocked, and a sly smirk on his face.

“Yeah, why?” he asked, taking another bite of salad. “And by the way this is really good salad.”

“I work at the Inferno. I’m working tonight and bringing Ginny. That’s the only muggle club Marianna knows,” Draco laughed.

“Oh Great. A whole night with Mr. I-Don’t-Appreciate-My-Friends over there!” Blaise sighed jokingly.

“You’ll have me there too,” Ginny mentioned.

“The only up, besides being there with that hottie Marianna,” Blaise commented.

“You do know she’s older than you by about a year and a half,” Draco said offhandedly.

“Hey, You’re older than Ginny by a year,” he countered.

“That’s different. Ginny’s a girl and she’s younger. You’re a guy and you’re younger.”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” Blaise finished exasperatedly. “Age doesn’t matter. She’s hot and that’s all that counts.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “You are such a womanizer.”

“You know it, babe,” he responded with a wink.

“Call her babe again and I might just ring your throat,” Draco threatened, but kept his calm and cool demeanor.

“God, don’t take it so personal. She’s a friend isn’t she? I call all my girl friends “babe”.” Draco eyed Blaise up for a second then relaxed back into his chair. Ginny sat on his lap and he entwined his arms around her waist. “So sweet, I might just gag.”

Ginny promptly extended her hand and hit him upside the head.

“Ow. Now that was cold,” Blaise whimpered.

“It doesn’t work if you whimper. Draco has to do it,” Ginny told Blaise.

“Ha,” Draco taunted, leaning his chin on Ginny’s shoulder. “It only works when I do it.”

Blaise started mumbling incoherently, and then smiled angelically at the couple: never a good sign.

“When are you working tonight?” Blaise asked.

“Six to twelve, I think. It all depends on when Darren wants to take on his shift. The club runs until 6:00 A.M. and he’s working until then. He said he’d either be in at 12:00 or 1:00,” Draco responded, lightly pushing Ginny off of his lap and gathering all the plates and Tupperware. “Anyways, I’ll start getting ready now.” He glanced at the clock. “Yea. Ginny, if you want to go back to Hogwarts, change, and sneak back, I’ll give you my invisibility cloak.”

Ginny thought for a moment then looked down at her outfit: a pair of jeans, a pair of black trainers, and a black tube top. “What do you think?” she asked him. He shrugged indecisively.

“I’d rather you stay with me, but if you want to change, go ahead.” Draco dropped the plates and the butterbeer mugs into the sink and waved his wand. In an instant, they were washing and inserting themselves into the dishwasher.

“I’ll stay,” she said. She glanced at Blaise, who was yet again inspecting a cuticle. “What are we gonna do with it?” she asked, nodding her head in his direction.

“I don’t know. I heard there are wolves up in the mountains at the edge of the village. Maybe we should feed it to them.”

“Ha-flaming-ha,” Blaise derided, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s the appreciation I get for being friends to you two.”

“Yup, pretty much,” Ginny responded. Blaise rolled his eyes, stood up, and checked his watch. I’ll be going. I want to catch Marianna before we go and, well, I guess I gotta do some shit or something…” he trailed off and shrugged. “Seeya.”

They exchanged goodbyes and moments later they heard the slamming of the apartment door.

“Soo…” Draco trailed off, mischievously raising an eyebrow. He took her hands and led her back to the bedroom. “We have an hour and a half to kill before I have to go to work.” He jumped on the bed, spread out his arms, and smiled impishly. Ginny rolled her eyes, but got to the end of the four-poster before climbing over him on all fours.

“Well…” she trailed off, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe, still raised above him. “We could…” she started to plant kisses up his jaw. “You know…” her lips hovered a centimeter from his. “Actually get ready?” she suggested, sitting on his hips so he was pinned to the bed.

“Aww that’s no fair!” he exclaimed. “I thought we were gonna-“ Ginny stopped him before he got any further.

“Finish that sentence, and we ain’t never gonna,” she replied with a wink. His smiled faded into a pout and he looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Just one widdle kiss?” he asked.

She smiled to herself. “Ok. Just one widdle kiss.” She leaned down fast and crashed their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“I love you,” he stated as they quickly pulled away.

She smirked, something she had picked up from him. “I love you too, Ferret.” Before their lips came crashing together once more.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

“So…” Ginny trailed off, dusting herself off. They had apparated into a dusty, dirty, and stinky alleyway, just outside the club.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her around the corner where there was a door, a very long line, and two very huge men. Draco didn’t seem to mind, though, for he went straight to the front, nodded at one of the men, and then smiled.

“How much did you bench today, Benji: 400, or 450?” he joked. The rather large man broke out into a grin, which seemed rather uncharacteristic.

“Who’s she?” he asked in a deep voice, pointing to Ginny.

“My fiancée. Say hello to Ginny Weasley.” Both of the guards nodded.

“Gotta go start my shift. Seeya later guys,” Draco said. One of them took away the velvet rope blocking the doorway and Draco led Ginny in. Th club had millions of neon lights strung about, a blue strobe light, and a large bar stretching across the room. But what was so unique about the bar was that it was a giant fish tank.

“Whoa,” Ginny breathed. There was a large DJ booth at the end of the large room, pulsing a fast song. Draco led Ginny behind the bar, where a few people where already working. He picked up a towel from a nearby stack, and threw it over his shoulder so it contrasted against his black shirt.

“Mad,” Draco greeted to a man about their age. He was standing at a sink, surrounded by bottles and was serving two attractive young ladies.

“Here ya go,” he said flirtatiously, and added with a wink, “on the house.” The girls giggled and walked away, drinks in hand. He wiped his hands on the towel slung over his own shoulder, and nodded in Ginny’s direction. “Don’t tell me I get to meet the infamous Ginny Weasley?” he asked sarcastically.

“Don’t tell me Draco tells you about me too?” Ginny asked. Draco’s pale cheeks colored slightly.

“Yup. Won’t stop talking about you, actually,” the man named Mad explained. “And your cute arse.”

Ginny smirked. “I’m beginning to think that’s the only reason he asked me to marry him.” He made an offended noise, and scooped her into his arms, kissing her quickly.

“Want to say that again?” he asked, bumping noses with her.

“Get a room, will you?” a woman from behind them joked. Ginny looked behind Draco’s shoulder to see a very tall woman, with a vivacious look about her. The most interesting thing about her was that she had shocking pink hair (quite like Tonks’) down to her waist.

“Danny,” Draco said without even turning around.

“The one and only.”

“Not really, but OK,” Draco responded.

“Better not fool around. Mack’s been on our case about goofing off too much. I swear he’s a twenty-five year old with the spirit of a ninety-five year old.” Draco nodded to her and turned back to Ginny.

“Why don’t you sit in front of the bar, so I don’t get distracted while working,” he commented slyly, slowly rotating his hips in tune to the music pulsing in the background.

“Sounds like a plan, Ferret,” she responded just as coyly, turning around and swishing her hips as she walked away. He leaned over and gave her butt a little pinch and she squealed.

“That’s what you get for calling me Ferret, Weasel,” he remarked with a wink.

“What?” Danny asked.

“Don’t ask,” Draco and Ginny both chirped at once. Danny shrugged and went back to working.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

“I can’t wait until Christmas. Just you, me and my family,” Ginny remarked, swishing around the straw in her strawberry daiquiri.

“Yea, it’ll be fun to get beat up by your…what is it…six brothers,” he responded. Ginny laughed.

“I get break in a few minutes,” Draco stated, just as his boss, Mack was walking by. Mack looked about as old as Charlie, with long black hair and silver eyes like Draco’s.

“Ahh, take one now. Enjoy your time with your fiancée. Besides, today is your overtime. You didn’t even need to come in today,” Mack told Draco.

“Thanks Mack. How long of a break do I get? The usually 20?”

“Make it twenty-five, but not a second later. I need the business you bring in. One of the best bartenders I’ve ever had, I say,” Mack responded, walking on. Draco smirked.

“Wanna dance, Gin,” he asked, taking the towel off of his shoulder and throwing it over the edge of the sink.

“Love to.” She slid herself off the stool as Draco came around and wrapped an arm around her. He led her out to the dance floor where a very fast song started to play, and they just began to sway with the music. She wrapped an arm around his neck and hooked the thumb of her other hand at the waistband of his jeans at the side of his hip.

Rock ya body mic check one, two

'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through

Shake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh

Rock your body, mic check one, two

DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove

Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move

Like Oh, Oh

Ginny smiled up at him, and he just lazily smirked back. Her hips were gyrating in tune to the music and it was if dance was her first language, spoken so fluently, so beautifully. Ginny raised her arm above her head and threw her head back, feeling her ginger locks hit her back.

“You look so sexy when you do that,” Draco commented coyly.

“Well you look sexy twenty-four seven,” she responded, as they fell into silence. That dance was all they needed at the moment.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

“Whoa,” Ginny gasped as she stumbled back into Draco’s flat. They had just managed to apparate back without splicing, for Ginny had gotten rather drunk. “Oh my head,” she groaned, falling onto his bed and clutching her head in her hands.

“You ok, babe?” he asked, sitting down on the bed next to her, running his fingertips through her hair.

“I *hic* could use a *hic* snog,” she hiccupped with a giggle. “Oh my head,” she groaned.

“Stay here tonight. I’m not letting you go back to the castle like this,” Draco stated seriously. He got up and walked to his closet, pulling out a pair of his sweats and a tank top she had left in his room when they were back in Hogwarts.

“But…they’re gonna *hic* know I’m not there,” she moaned.

“Do I look like I give a shit?” he asked as he removed her jeans for her and replaced them with the sweatpants.

“Dracoooo!” she squealed, trying to cover herself.

“Oh, don’t be so modest. It’s nothing on you I haven’t seen,” he responded.

“You probably *hic* think you’re such a *hic* pimp,” she giggled.

He shrugged. “Maybe I am.” He removed her tube top and slid her tank top on over her strapless bra. He then picked her legs up and slid them under the covers of his bed. He quickly changed and then slid in with her.

“Thanks,” she mumbled as she began to drift off.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he responded as she cuddled into the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I love you, Ginny,” he whispered and kissed her softly on the forehead. He muttered an incantation, and they were engulfed in darkness as he set his wand on his bedside table. Soon, they were both overcome with sleep.

A/N: nice loooooooooooooooong update. I know I broke my tradition of Reel Big Fish Songs, but I couldn’t find a good one for this chapter. Hint for the next chapter, it will be the song “Skatanic”. Check out the lyrics and it’ll give u a hint to what happens.

The best Christmas presents come from my reviewers J

9. Skatanic

Disclaimer: Reel Big Fish *sigh, because Aaron Barrett’s a hottie* is not

mine, as well as Harry Potter

A/N: Next chapter, done to Reel Big Fish’s “Skatanic”. Back from an unbearably

long hiatus, but im starting a new fanfic soon which I am going to finish writing

before I post it. Anyways, my upload messed up and I had to enter everything

so that it was able to fit in one page and you didn’t have to scroll every time you

needed to finish a paragraph. Don’t thank me all at once :D.

Skatanic

Ginny groaned. She half-opened her eyes, but yelped and immediately shut them again.

She thought she had seen…nah, it couldn’t be. Ginny rolled over and opened her eyes

again, fully this time.

Watchin’ you sleep

I’m lookin’ in your window

Everyday I drive past your house

Standin’ in your front yard

Why don’t you come out

Watchin’ you sleep

Nowhere to hide

One of these days im gonna come inside

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, sitting straight up from his spot in the bed next to her.

“Nothing, nothing,” she moaned, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “My head is pounding.

What did I do last night?”

“You got drunk,” Draco commented with a smirk. Ginny made a rumbling sound and

laid back against the headboard of Draco’s bed.

“I’m not even old enough to drink,” Ginny stated. “Don’t they even check ID’s anymore?“

“I guess everyone figured you were old enough,” he responded. He momentarily

got out of bed and came back moments later with a pill and a glass of water.

“It’s a muggle remedy, it really helps,” he assured her.

“What do I do?” Ginny asked, taking them both. Draco slowly slid back into his spot on

the bed and smiled tenderly towards his beautiful fiancée.

“Put the pill in your mouth and swallow it, then drink the water.” Ginny did as she was told,

and leaned back again.

“I’m never going to drink again,” she moaned. “Drinking can die.” Ginny tried crawling

out of bed, but he flopped down on top of Draco.

“Why hello,” he greeted her playfully. “Frisky are we?”

“Bite me, ferret,” she quipped. Draco closed his eyes and promptly cringed, before

fanning the air in front of his nose.

“Morning breath, my dear, is never a lovely visitor,” he commented. Ginny walloped

him on the back of the head. When given a feigning hurt look, she only replied with,

“You deserved it.”

“Not all that friendly in the mornings are we?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow so high

Ginny was afraid it might disappear under his messy bangs.

“Not when I have a hangover!” she exclaimed. Draco then put on his sexy little pout,

and Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically.

“A widdle kiss wouldn’t be too friendly for you to manage, would it?” he questioned innocently.

Ginny could almost imagine the halo glowing above his head. She smirked lightly and gave him

a tender kiss, before succumbing to her lack of energy and landing on top of him. “Oof,” he

grunted and she just smiled to herself, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” Ginny whispered softly. “I may be a complete bitch sometimes, but you know

its just PMS.”

“I hate how women have an excuse for anger,” Draco laughed.

(A/N: this is my outlook on it, and yes I am a girl, and yes I do get PMS-y.

This is not to be taken seriously, if you think another way, do not flame me but kindly

tell me your alternate view on the matter)

“Yes, yes, one of the excuses I use all too often,” she chuckled, kissing his collarbone

seeing as he had been deprived of a shirt. Draco smiled and turned them both over,

so he was lying on top of her. “And you call me frisky,” she commented with a smirk,

something she had very proudly adapted from him.

“I never said I wasn’t,” he said huskily as he leaned in for a deep kiss. Ginny let out a small

squeak of surprise at first contact, but as they began to melt into each other and lose their

surroundings, they realized they no longer cared where they were: as long as they were together.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

Ginny was fully dressed, fully showered, and looking much better. It took her and Draco some

will power (just a shred, barely that they could even muster) to finally get out of bed and end

their impromptu snogging session. She walked into the kitchen, where Draco was showing off

yet another skill of his, taking in the heavenly scent of scrambled eggs and toast.

“Yummy,” she said, in a considerably better mood than she had been a half an hour ago.

“It better be, or I spent 100 dollars on cooking lessons for nothing,” he responded. Ginny

laughed softly, lowering herself into a chair at the kitchen table.

A few moments later two plates magically landed in front of her. One contained a heap of

scrambled eggs and the other contained a fair few pieces of toast. Another plate then

dropped into the spot in front of Draco’s chair.

“Eat up, babe,” Draco said as Ginny began to dig into this food that smelt like pure

heaven. Draco slipped into his seat and began silently nibbling his food.

“Thiff if grea, Drapo,” she mumbled through mouthfuls of egg. He laughed, which then

reduced into a smirk, then reduced into a questioning stare.

“Ease up, will ya? You act as if you hadn’t eaten in weeks,” he chuckled. Ginny paused in

her eating for a second.

“Well, I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and you know I have an appetite to rival my brother’s,”

Ginny responded, bits of scrambled egg flying out of her mouth.

“Now that’s just beautiful,” Draco commented while cringing. Ginny gave a bright smile, before

pushing away her plate.

“I was done anyways,” she stated, before picking up all of their plates, despite Draco’s

protest that even she wasn’t hungry anymore, he still was.

“It’s alright, I wasn’t hungry,” he stated sarcastically, leaning back in his chair.

She took her wand from her pocket, and began to enchant the dishes to wash themselves,

something she had picked up from her mother. She then left the dishes to their business,

and walked back to Draco, thoughtlessly plopping into his lap.

“Even though I got piss drunk I had fun last night,” she purred, wrapping her arms around

his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you convinced me to go to work

with you.”

“I’m glad I convinced you too,” he responded, pushing back a few locks of his flaxen hair.

“Oh, I’ve got a few questions for you. My friend Danny, he works at the club with me,

is having a New Year’s Eve party and would like us to come. Would you like to go?”

“I’d love to go,” Ginny responded with a smile and pecking him on the lips. “We’re

still spending Christmas at my house, right?”

“I thought we were going to spend it together. It is our first Christmas to

spend together without having to sneak around a ruddy old castle,” he said.

Ginny looked at him with a frown on her face.

“But you know I always spend Christmas with my family. Please Draco,” Ginny pleaded.

“I really had something planned for this Christmas,” Draco replied.

“But Draco, there hasn’t been a single Christmas I haven’t spent with my family.

It’s a tradition. Please,” Ginny tried pleading some more. Ginny poked her bottom

lip out and quivered it ever-so-slightly.

“How about we spend Christmas Eve here and then we apparate there

Christmas Morning. That way you can spend Christmas with your family and

I can still continue what I have planned.” Ginny threw her arms around him again

and squeezed him tight.

“Thank you!” she squealed. He smiled to himself. Good thinking, Malfoy. “I’m so

glad we get to spend it with my family. You are going to love vacations with my

family they are beyond anything you’ve ever seen. I mean, we have egg nog and

the decorations are always…” Ginny trailed on and on as Draco listened intently.

Oh what a Christmas it would be.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

It was an hour or so until Ginny and he finally left his flat. They said a quick Hello

to Marianna (does she ever leave?) and they were out in Hogsmeade. There were

a few students out doing early Christmas shopping, which reminded Ginny that she

still needed to get presents for her family. She already had Draco’s tucked away

in her school trunk.

Suddenly, something brushed her arm and she whipped around to see nothing…which

was funny because she thought she had seen Sean.

Ginny turned back around and looked to the ground, a perplexed emotion crossing her features.

“What’s wrong, Gin?” Draco asked tenderly.

“Nothing, I just thought…never mind.” Draco looked at Ginny quizzically for a few seconds

before shrugging it off and walking on.

“Well, let’s grab a butterbeer before I return you to the castle,” Draco suggested.

He led Ginny towards the entrance of the Three Broomsticks.  Upon entrance, they

found it was actually moderately crowded for being a major homework-cram-day for

most students.  Even though it was technically against the rules, many students snuck

out to Hogsmeade on Sundays or un-designated weekends.

Draco took Ginny’s hand and led her to a secluded booth by a dusty window.  They

both slid in, and almost immediately Madam Rosmerta came over, quick-quotes quill

and notepad in hand.

“What can I get you two?” Madam Rosmerta asked with a sly smile on her face.

“The famous Weasley-Malfoy couple.  Never thought I’d see this happen.  It’s an honor

having you in my shop, really.  You two are a living day Romeo and Juliet…except neither

of you died, of course…” she trailed off.  “Anyways.”  She tapped her notepad with her finger.

“Two butterbeers please,” Draco stated.  Madam Rosmerta smiled before

disappearing towards the kitchens.  Ginny slid into the booth more so she was

cuddling up next to Draco.

“I can’t believe I won’t see you for a little more than another month,” Ginny sighed.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you two, but the fact that we are kept from each other makes our reuniting

more romantic,” he responded, giving Ginny a kiss on the forehead.

“Please, I was trying to eat,” a voice came, and suddenly a figure was standing right

in front of their table.

“Haven’t you learned your lesson, or do you WANT me to kick your ass again?” Draco

asked exasperatedly.

“Please…” Sean commented snidely.  “Lucky punch, figuratively speaking.  I could

take you down if I wasn’t outnumbered, which now I am not.”

“Have you forgotten there are two of us?” Ginny quipped.

“Please.  You would never hit me.  I was your first,” he said smugly.

“You were not you little liar.”  He reached over and patted her cheek, which she

slapped away.

“Tell yourself that all you want, it doesn’t make it true.  Just remember, I love you and I

will have you,” he replied.

“Yeah, not even in your dreams, scumbag,” I responded with a sardonic little laugh.

“Whatever you say, Ginevra,” he laughed, walking away to avoid the smart sneer that he

knew was coming his way.

Must be love

What else could it be?

Fuck you bitch I love you

I’m not crazy

“That bloody bastard.  I should rip his nuts out and feed them to a hippogriff,” Draco

seethed.  Ginny laid her hand on his knee, giving him an elongated kiss.

“It’s ok.  I’m yours, no matter what.  I love you, and nothing can change that.”

Draco gave her a grateful smile.  Ginny crossed her legs under the table and took his

hand, laying them both on the table.

“So what’s been up with you lately.  What have you been doing?” Ginny asked him.

“Well, I’ve been going to work nearly every day, to be able to support myself and you.

I don’t think even the Malfoy inheritance can keep us settled our whole lives.”  Ginny

smiled, a small chuckle escaping her lips.  “But when I get days off work I usually lounge

around the house or come walking around Hogsmeade for food, or new robes or

something like that.”

Madam Rosmerta appeared in front of their table, carrying two butterbeers.  With yet

another smile she laid them on the table along with a check.  Then, as quick as she had

appeared, she had gone.

“Well,” Draco began, taking a chug of his butterbeer, “what have you been doing?”

“Nothing really,” Ginny responded, leaning in.  “But I have a feeling we’re being stalked,”

she whispered, so no one else could hear.

“Sean?” Draco asked.

“Sean,” Ginny confirmed. “Why won’t he leave me alone?”

“Because you are incredibly sexy,” Draco whispered.  Ginny bit back a smile and

slapped him lightly on the arm.

“Not here,” she whispered.

“What, it’s true isn’t it?” Draco asked.  Ginny rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her

butterbeer.

“I think we should get out of here,” Ginny muttered.  Draco looked to her and her

features ere showing a sense of urgency.  “Now.”

“Ok.”  Draco took the last large gulp of his butterbeer and threw a few galleons on the

table.  Ginny grabbed his arm and literally dragged him out of the pub.  Once outside,

Ginny looked over her shoulder.  She thought she had felt a presence, but shook her head.

It was just her being paranoid again.

“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Draco asked worriedly.

“I have a very bad feeling we’re being followed,” Ginny responded, clutching

onto his arm.

“Ginny, Ginny, I need the circulation in my arm back,” he puffed.  Ginny released it slightly,

but still held a tight grip.

Just then, a figure was walking towards them.  It came closer, and Ginny recognized

it as Sean.

Walking up to her

Now she’s walking away

I just want to talk to you

Maybe she’s got better things to do

Don’t be afraid

To feel my touch

Don’t worry babe I won’t hurt you much

“Does he never quit?  God this kid is almost as desperate as Creevey,” Draco

drawled.  Ginny slapped his arm and gave him a warning look.

“Colin’s my friend, don’t badmouth him,” Ginny scolded him.  Just then, Ginny

turned around, trying to go in the opposite direction than Sean.

“Ginny!”  Sean called.  “Listen to me will you?”

“I’ve done enough listening!  No argument in the world will make me want

you again,” Ginny snarled, turning around to face him.  She placed her hands

on her hips and sneered at him.

“You’re becoming more and more like it everyday,” he commented, gesturing

towards Draco.

“Don’t you DARE insult him you slimy, disgusting, womanizing piece of shit!”

Ginny shrieked.

“But I’m your slimy, disgusting womanizing piece of shit,” he responded sweetly.

Ginny let out a bitter laugh.  “Yea, like I said before, not even in your dreams.”

“What will it take from me for you to realize your place is here-“ he opened

his arm-“and not there.”  He gestured to Draco.  He stepped forward and Ginny

unceremoniously took a step back.

“Sean, are you deaf, retarded, or both?” Draco asked sarcastically.  “Wait, I

already knew you were retarded, but what about the deaf part?  Ginny

doesn’t want you.”

“Of course she does!  But whenever she’s about to admit it, you step in and

disturb our peace,” Sean spat.

“Sean, I know a way to get it through your thick head that I won’t ever like you.  Ever.

Not even in some parallel universe where Draco would not exist.  I love Draco, not you.

I picked Draco, not you.  Face it, you’re just frustrated that I picked him over you,

because you can’t stand the fact that there is actually a woman in the world that

doesn’t want you.  Now, leave us alone or there will be hell to pay you bloody little

bastard!”  Ginny spat, whipping out her wand and pointing it directly under his chin.

He cowered a bit.  “You wouldn’t dare,” he said, overconfidently.

“Oh yeah, try me,” she sneered.

“I will make you love me,” he said, shirking to get away from the tip of her

wand (which almost everyone knows from past events could be rather dangerous).

“And what makes you think that?” Ginny asked.

“Cuz I can and I will,” he replied simply.

Must be love

What else could it be?

Fuck you bitch I love you

I’m not crazy

I’m gonna make you love me

I’m gonna make you love me

I’m gonna make you love me

No matter what you say!

Suddenly, Ginny directed her wand towards Sean again, and before he could

shirk it again, she screamed, “Sername les dilago!”   A purple-pinkish beam of

light emitted from her wand and hit him squarely in the chest.  It blew him back

so that he landed on the cobblestone about ten feet away.

Ginny turned to face Draco who had a petrified expression.  “Creepy,” he muttered.

“Brilliant, but creepy.”

Ginny smiled.  “If I did it right, it should erase all traces of me from his memory.

When we meet in the Gryffindor common room, he’ll simply think he had not met

me before.”  Draco wrapped and arm around her and hugged her from the side.

“That’s my brilliant little witch,” Draco cooed.

Ginny smiled.  “I know.”

A/N: Ok, next chapter.  I’m kind of failing on my writing.  It’s getting

slowly worse and worse, I don’t know.  Anyways, let me stop my rambling

to say that this just popped into my head and I will understand if no one

likes it.  Good Day.

Review if you dare…muahahaha

Ocean Ave

10. Kiss me Deadly

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter nor Reel Big Fish is mine!

I have an A/N at the end of the chapter MAKE SURE YOU READ IT!!!!!!!!

Kiss me Deadly

Nearly a month and a half passed without trouble. Ginny found that she had indeed performed the spell correctly (Thank Merlin!). Sean simply regarded her as someone he had never met before. It could not get any better for Ginny.

Blaise and her made sure they hung out more often. They were as closer than a Slytherin and a Gryffindor should be. They were great friends, and was the point of being so if they couldn’t hang out. People had to adjust to their breaking the mold of the house relationships, but it was all good.

Finally, Christmas Vacation came. Ginny packed a suitcase and donned her cloak. She made sure she had Draco’s present (five times, in fact) before making her way to the entrance where a carriage for her was prepared. She gave a nod to Filch, who was guarding the entrance, and skipped off as he sneered disgustedly. She got into the carriage and plopped onto one of the seats, nervously wringing her hands and biting her lip to keep from beaming as brightly as she was.

She flounced out of the carriage as soon as it came to a halt and saw Draco standing there, in a simple sweater and jeans. She surged forward into his arms.

“I missed you!” Ginny exclaimed as he picked her up a few inches off the ground.

“I missed you too,” he whispered, giving Ginny an extra squeeze before setting her back down on the ground. He took my hand and led me through the winding village of Hogsmeade.

“You excited for Christmas Eve, tomorrow?” Ginny asked excitedly. Draco nodded.

“I’m glad we’ll be spending it together, too,” he responded sweetly. Ginny smiled, wrapping her cloak closer around herself to be protected from the falling snow.

He led Ginny to his apartment and they shook off all traces of snow once inside. Draco said a quick greeting to the Atrium worker (who, for once, was not Marianna) before they made their way to the elevator. Ginny smiled to him as the bell dinged and they were secluded inside. Ginny leaned over and gave him a long tender kiss, that wasn’t broken even as they stepped from the elevator. Draco fumbled for his keys within his cloak pocket as the two broke away and roughly shoved them into the lock.

“Thank you, sire,” Ginny commented playfully as he opened the door and held it for her.

“No problem, my madam,” he responded, giving a deep bow and following her inside. Ginny removed her cloak and hung it on a hook near the door. Draco did the same. Ginny brushed her jeans of any dirt or dust, and then unzipped her jacket just a bit.

“It’s warm in here,” she stated offhandedly, walking down the hallways with Draco trailing and flinging her suitcase onto the master bed. Draco came up behind her and moved her hair to the side, placing a kiss on her neck.

“Mmm…I…ooh,” Ginny gasped as his teeth captured her earlobe and he began working wonders on it. “I forgot how much I liked this.”

“Why thank you,” he said sarcastically, turning her around and capturing her lips. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck as he playfully dipped her so her hair was flowing across the bedspread. He sharply pulled her back up and she chuckled against his lips.

“I’m tired,” Ginny yawned as they parted slightly. “Long day.”

“It’s only-like-nine,” Draco responded.

“I know, but we don’t have to go to sleep until ten,” she commented mischievously, tugging on his tie…wait, his tie? “Why are you wearing a tie?” she asked.

“Work…We all felt like wearing ties today, so we coordinated. Ginny then realized almost half his shirt was unbuttoned along with it.

“Were you also coordinated to unbutton half your shirts?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Shelby thought it’d give me a sultry, sex-on-the-beach kinda look. That is my best drink ever made.” Ginny chuckled. She slowly undid his tie and threw it across the room.

“I hate ties…too formal,” Ginny said lazily. Turning around, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants from her suitcase and a plain tank top. She slid her jeans off and replaced them with her sweatpants, then slid her jacket and shirt off and replaced them with her tank top. Draco smirked slightly. “Oh, nothing you haven’t seen,” she remarked.

“Still.” Ginny rolled her eyes and pulled her suitcase off of the bed. Draco walked to his closet and pulled a pair of sweatpants (strangely resembling Ginny’s) and slid them on after he had pulled off his pants. He removed his black shirt and threw it expertly into a hamper halfway across the room.

Once both Ginny and Draco had brushed their teeth and flossed, they both jumped into bed and snuggled up together, talking quietly before they both fell into blissful sleep.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

Ginny awoke the next morning, groaned, and rolled over. She found herself half on top of Draco, who in turn groaned.

Ginny slowly opened her eyes and looked at his bedside clock.

“Draco,” she groaned, giving him a nudge. He rustled around and groaned a little, before smacking his lips. “It’s eleven thirty.”

His eyes slowly opened. Ginny raised herself up and she crawled over Draco’s lazy body, giving him an “accidental” knee in the side.

“Yow! What was that for?” he asked, rubbing his side.

“For being lazy. Come on, wake up,” she responded. Then, she remembered something. “Wait, don’t wake up yet!” Ginny darted out of bed and went to her suitcase. She picked out two packages, wrapped in silver wrapping, and then made her way to the entry hallway. She dug into her cloak pocket and picked out her main gift to Draco.

She walked into the living room, where she assumed where the Christmas tree was, and was met with a surprising sight. There were at least four gifts under the tree already. Ginny put down her three gifts in front of the tree. She began looking them over for a minute, but then her self-control stopped her form acting like a child on Christmas day.

Ginny slowly got up, and walked away, smiling confidently that she had been able to master her self-control. Well, if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be able to see Draco in front of her family anymore.

“Dracoo,” Ginny called as she entered the bedroom. “You can wake up now!” Ginny slapped his rear and he let out a sleepy groan. Ginny sighed, before leaning over and straddling his waist, before slowly placing her lips on his. “Wake up,” she mumbled. Draco’s eyes opened considerably.

“I’m up,” he stated, wrapping his arms around Ginny’s waist and pulling her back down to him. “But I don’t wanna get out of bed.”

Ginny slapped his arm. “You little playboy. Now, now, none of that.” Draco poked out his lower lip and made it quiver ever so slightly. “Nope, nuh-uh, don’t faze me much.”

Draco let out a tiny sigh. “Ok.” Ginny climbed off of him and jumped off the bed. Draco followed. “What do you want to do now?” Ginny asked him.

“Breakfast?” Ginny shrugged.

“I’m game.”

They made their way to the kitchen. Draco, not feeling up to doing it the traditional way, started breakfast with a wave of his wand.

“Let’s go watch TV. It’ll beep when it’s done,” Draco said. Ginny nodded as they both fell onto the couch. Draco picked up a nearby remote. “Working with muggles have given me a greater knowledge of their culture. Andre insisted I get one of these.”

“Another work buddy?” Ginny asked with an eyebrow cocked.

“Yea. He and I aren’t as close, but we still talk. I know just about everyone there as well as I know Zabini,” Draco commented. The screen flickered on, as the pictures began moving.

“Oh, my dad told me about these!” Ginny gasped, getting slightly excited. “He said he adored these when he worked undercover as a muggle to uncover the secrets behind it.” Ginny snuggled closer to Draco and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

Soon a buzzer went off. “Breakfast,” Draco murmured, and taking Ginny’s hand and leading her toward the table where a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and pumpkin juice had been set up.

Ginny sat in her seat and began nibbling on her toast.

“Oh, Ginny, I almost forgot,” Draco said, as he began into his meal. “My friend Mitch, he’s one of those super-rich “Daddy, daddy I want this” kind of kids, he’s having a little Christmas get-together tomorrow night. It’s semi-formal I guess you could say. Would you like to go?”

“As long as we get to-“

“I know, I know, spend time with your family. As long as I don’t get murdered, gladly. But, can we go?” he asked, taking a large bite of his eggs.

“Of course. I didn’t bring anything, but-“

“It’s ok, I’m sure he’ll have something for you to slip into. His sister’s about your age.” Ginny smiled.

“Great.” The two finished up their breakfasts and began watching some more T.V. They both fell asleep during a movie entitled “Secret Window”. Draco got offended when Ginny said the main character was good-looking, and began pouting.

“He’s a psychotic lunatic,” Draco had responded.

“He’s still good to look at.”

They both awoke a few hours later. It was way too late for lunch (it had to be at least five) and too early for dinner according to Draco.

“Do you want to open presents?” he asked giddily, like a little kid.

“If you promise to open mine first,” Ginny responded. Draco smiled.

“Whatever makes my girly happy,” he said, raising his hand to tangle it into her long red tresses. She bounced up from the couch and grabbed the three presents that she had laid under the tree earlier that morning. “You shouldn’t have,” he said jokingly. He began to tear off the paper of the first box. It was rather small and light.

“I only had a few ideas to work on, so…” Ginny trailed off and blushed as he opened the box that was under the wrappings. He reached two fingers inside and pulled out a small golden ball. Suddenly, the ball grew wings and tried to flap.

“Aww…” Draco cooed.

“And look,” Ginny said, turning the ball around. On the other side the was an inscription of D&G with a heart around it.

“Thanks,” Draco whispered, pulling her forward into a hug. He began tearing apart his second gift, which was a black Falmouth Falcons shirt. “Thanks. How did you know I love them?” he asked.

“Blaise,” Ginny responded with a wink. His last present was a magical silver watch. It had a compass and a date keeper, and his initials inscribed in the back.

“Ginny…” he gasped. “This means a lot. I know it’s not easy to afford all this, but thank you very much.”

“Oh, I don’t care about money. I just want to show you how much I love you.” They both met in a soft passionate kiss.

“My presents next!” Draco exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing the four presents under the tree. He pushed them into Ginny’s arms. She laid three on the floor, keeping the smallest one. “Wait, open that one last,” he said, pulling it away and setting it on the nearby coffee table. “Sorry.”

Ginny smiled slightly and picked up the biggest present, which was some sort of rectangular box. She hastily ripped the paper off and revealed it was some sort of garment box. Lifting off the top revealed a black satiny fabric. Ginny gasped and pulled it from the box, holding it up against her body. It was a little higher than knee-length black dress with halter straps.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, and gave him a hug. She neatly folded it back up and placed it inside, moving to the next box. Inside were tucked a pair of black shoes to perfectly match the dress. They were slightly elevated, with ties that wrapped around the calf. “Thank you so much, Draco!”

“I knew you wouldn’t have anything for the party,” he said as she flung her arms around him. “So I thought you might like these.”

“They’re great. Thanks,” Ginny responded as she pulled away and picked up her next gift. She opened it and it appeared to be a new black robe with a scarlet lining and her initials stitched into the left breast pocket. She smiled greatly and gave him another hug and a kiss. “It’s great.”

“You’re going to love your last one even more,” he stated, as she picked it up off the coffee table and slowly began unwrapping it. It turned out to be a box of some magical jeweler that Ginny had heard of once before. She looked to Draco with a beaming smile on her face and slowly lifted the lid to find a long, smooth velvet box. She picked out the box and opened it. Upon seeing the necklace, she nearly fainted. It was on a fine silver chain with a charm of a broom on it.

“You remembered,” she whispered as she looked at the necklace.

“How could I forget? You saved my bloody life and it made our love stronger than ever,” he murmured, nuzzling his head in her neck.

“I love you,” Ginny whispered, tears forming her eyes.

“I love you more.”

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

The next day was hectic at the Malfoy (and soon to be Malfoy) Apartment. Ginny hurriedly packed her dress and shoes so she could get ready at the burrow and they could apparate straight to the party.

“You almost dressed, babe?” she called as she pulled on her jeans and then slipped on her black trainers.

“Dressed!” he called. He came out of his bathroom and looked her over, nodding before grabbing her hand. Before she knew what hit her, they were standing in the middle of a battle scene with presents and wrapping being flung all over the place.

“Sorry, Gin,” her mother yelled over the din. “They couldn’t wait!”

“It’s ok.” Ginny settled onto one of the nearby couches, and began watching the scene with interest.

“Hello Mrs. Weasley,” Draco greeted Ginny’s mother, giving her a hug. “I brought a gift for you and Mr. W.”

Molly sighed gratefully. “Thank you Draco. Have a seat.” Ginny’s mom tossed both her and Draco a few gifts and they began opening, and soon the real fiasco had begun.

Many minutes later, everyone had torn through all the presents and Ginny was able to get a formal greeting to her family. Ron, Harry, Hermione, her mother, her father, the twins, Charlie, and bill were all there. Percy was off in some hotel somewhere with Penelope, no doubt.

“Hey Gin, Malfoy,” Ron greeted and plopped down next to her. They had finally resolved their silly fight and Ron begged forgiveness after acting like an ass (and Draco had bought him a new broom for his birthday).

“Weasel,” Draco said in greeting. Ginny slapped both of them on the arm. Draco looked to her with a taken aback expression. She only glowered at him. “Fine, fine. Ronald, so lovely to see you my dearest chum in the whole entire world,” Draco greeted properly while giving him a hug.

“What the…?” Ron whispered as Draco leaned in.

“Go along with it. She has her ways of making me suffer.” Suddenly, Ron jumped up and began screaming like a little girl.

“TOO. MUCH. INFORMATION!” he shouted.

“Oh Ron, stop acting like a fool,” Molly said. Still slightly ruffled, he sat next to Ginny on the couch again but scooted a few inches away. Ginny glared and scowled at him at the same time. And trust me, that’s not one expression that you want to be caught in front of.

“Ginny,” Draco started quietly. “Your brother is beginning to scare me.”

“I thought he always did?” she asked with a slight chuckle.

It was now about eleven and somehow Ginny’s mother had seemed to be able to usher them all into the living room connecting to the kitchen so she could cook breakfast while every talked animatedly, catching up on news.

Draco sat on the couch and Ginny sat in his lap wrapping her arms around his neck.

“So…” Fred trailed off.

“Malfoy. How is it that-“

“-you and our sister-“

“-came to be?”

“I mean, no one-“

“-even expected this kind-“

“-of relationship in-“

“-the wizarding world.”

“Highly shocking when we found out,” they both stated in unison.

After Draco’s head stopped spinning from trying to follow the two, he began, “Well, it all started-“

“Don’t you even say it Draco Lucridaeus Malfoy or I will-“ Ginny ordered, before leaning into his ear and whispered something. Watching the color drain from his face, she felt extremely satisfied.

“Lucridaeus?” both of the twins broke into fits of laughter.

“Shut up,” Draco snapped. “It’s not like I asked for my middle name. At least its not-like-Jeffrey or something.” And, oddly, both of the twins stopped laughing almost instantly.

“Anyways,” Fred continued on. “The story?”

Ginny leaned into Draco’s ear again. “Ginny says I shouldn’t answer that question if I expect to have kids someday.”

George made the sound of a whip cracking. “Whipped already and not even married,” George muttered to Fred, who clucked his tongue in turn.

“George!” Ginny shrieked in her I’m-madder-than-when-I-PMS-so-piss-me-off-and-you-ARE-dead tone.

You could see George flinch slightly. “Yea, I was getting sick of picking on you two anyways.”

“Good.”

“Question?” Ron announced slightly, turning to Harry and Hermione. Hermione was sitting next to Harry, burying her face in his shoulder and chuckling every few moments when he leaned down and whispered something in her ear.

“Oh yeah. Me and Ron are wondering why you don’t want Draco to tell the story?” Harry asked. Draco laughed. Ginny turned to him with an eyebrow cocked and he abruptly stopped.

“Because it is immensely embarrassing-“

“-on your part,” Draco cut in.

“Yes, on my part,” she corrected. “The whole world shall know, but now is not the time. Neither will the time be tomorrow or the day after that. Hell, it could be years before you all know. I take pride in my dignity, you know?”

“And that’s why I love you,” Draco murmured, placing a soft kiss on her lips, lingering for a few moments.

“I also take pride in my vision,” Fred stated blandly. Draco and Ginny pulled away but they both began bumping noses and kissing for mere seconds, with intervals in between.

“You’re doing this to piss us off and possibly make us gag, aren’t you?” George asked.

Ginny pulled away from Draco, smiled and nodded. “Yea, pretty much.” Fred and George rolled their eyes.

“Breakfast!” Molly Weasley had called nearly twenty minutes afterwards. Everyone crammed themselves around the table (not that Draco minded. Being squeezed up next to Ginny was the next best thing to getting some…ahem…action with her. Typical guy).

“Draco, when’s the party tonight?” Ginny asked as the secluded themselves into their own little world. Nobody seemed to notice that they had dropped out of the conversation going on around the table.

“Well, Mitch told me it starts at five but we can gladly come later if we want.”

“I’ll start getting ready at about 5:30 and we’ll leave at six,” Ginny responded, taking a few bites of her eggs benedict.

“Ok,” he responded as they engulfed themselves in conversation one more.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

Soon, 6:00 rolled around. Ginny (with help from Hermione) had gotten herself appropriately dressed and ready. She was wearing the dress Draco had gotten her (how could it possibly fit so perfectly? Did he measure her while she slept?) and she realized she didn’t want to know the answer. Anyways, she was wearing the black satin dress Draco had given her and the high-heeled black shoes.

“You look lovely!” Hermione gasped as Ginny came down the stairs, her hair pulled back into a half-ponytail.

“I feel lovely.” Draco came down the stairs a few minutes later with a pair of black pants on with a blue button-up and a jacket on over it.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly. Hermione squealed (yes. She actually squealed like a little schoolgirl) from behind Ginny.

“You guys remind me of Harry and me. I had my doubts at first but I can tell you’re in love,” she sighed softly. Harry entered the room, peering around and found Hermione.

“You look good, Gin,” Harry stated. She smiled and thanked him.

“No comment on how I look?” Hermione pouted.

“You don’t look good,” Harry stated nonchalantly. Hermione looked at him with a hurt expression. “You look stunning.” Hermione smiled brightly and gave him a large hug.

“We’re leaving,” Ginny called to them, hoping they would hear before they started their next snogging session. Ginny grabbed Draco’s hand and they apparated into what looked like a very small entrance room.

“Draco!” someone called. He whipped around and came face to face with-

“Mitch! How are you? I haven’t seen you in nearly three weeks!”

“Vacation time, you know,” he said, pulling Draco into a manly hug.

“Who is this lovely lady?” Mitch asked, taking Ginny’s hand and giving it a kiss. “Oh, don’t tell me. This must be the Ginny I hear so much about. Well, you were everything I expected and more.” Ginny blushed.

“Thank you, Mitch,” she responded quietly. Draco wrapped his arm around Ginny’s waist. Had she known better, she would’ve thought he was being overprotective.

“I don’t trust him around you. I’m sorry, but he’s a real big player,” he whispered to Ginny once Mitch had turned around to greet more guests. Draco and Ginny entered the door right in front of them and found a room filled with couches, chairs, food, and dancing couples.

“Wanna dance?” Ginny asked.

“I’d rather sit down first. I’m tired from running around all day.” So they picked a squishy loveseat next to a couch with three people seated on it.

“Draco!” One of the women on the couch exclaimed. Ginny recognized it as Danny, the one from his work with the shocking pink hair.

“Hey Dan. What’s up, girl?” he asked, giving her a friendly hug.

“Nothing. You know Matt, right?” she asked, motioning to the man she was sitting next to. Draco and he shook hands.

“Of course I remember him. Was at the bar maybe a week or two ago.” Danny smiled and nodded. “And of course you remember Gin.”

“The infamous,” Danny chuckled. Ginny smiled and crossed her legs, exposing another inch of skin on her thighs.

“Hey you two,” Mitch greeted, sitting next to Ginny on the arm of the loveseat. “Having fun?”

“Sure,” Draco responded with a laugh.

“Would you mind if I had a quick dance with your lady here. I promise to keep my hands to myself,” Mitch joked.

Draco looked to Ginny who shrugged. “I don’t care as long as you keep your hands where I can see them. Remember, I know where you work,” Draco threatened jokingly.

“Yea, yea,” he said dismissively, taking Ginny’s hand and leading her to the dance floor. “I’ll be a good boy.” Ginny put her arms on his shoulders and swayed lightly to the music. “I just want to get to know the girl I’ve heard so much about from Draco.”

“Does he really talk about me that much?” Ginny asked.

“Yea. He loves you, I can really tell,” Mitch replied softly.

“I know. I love him too,” Ginny whispered. A few minutes later, Ginny felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Draco smiling softly.

“May I cut in?” he asked.

“But of course,” Mitch said and returned to his seat near Danny and her friend Matt.

“He’s nice,” Ginny commented.

“Yea, he’s a good guy.”

The room became more packed with people, and Ginny was being introduced to more people than she could count. Even some of them were people Draco didn’t know!

“Hello,” Ginny said to what felt like the hundredth person that night.

“Hey Ginny. It’s me, Alison. We used to go to Hogwarts together, remember?” she asked in a low voice, as so no muggles would hear.

Lemme tell you what I did

I went to a party last Saturday night

I didn’t get laid I got in a fight

Uh huh it ain’t no big thing (really?)

Halfway through the party, Draco and Ginny sat again, worn from the dancing. Some piss-drunk man came over to Ginny (Ginny hadn’t ever even seen him before) and tried to feel her up. Draco started yelling at him, the man threw a punch, Draco staggered back and it turned it a full-out brawl. Other people tried to pry them apart but just got caught in the middle of it.

Once they had been successfully pried apart, Ginny and Draco apparated back to his flat. They began cracking up about the whole thing. Literally, they were close to tears when they finally stopped and both fell asleep, exhausted from a long Christmas day.

Late for my job

And the traffic was bad

Had to borrow ten bucks from Tavis’s dad

Uh huh it ain’t no big thing.

The next night Draco got an owl from one of the magical workers at the bar. It seemed he needed to work today because Danny was sick (‘How is that possible I just saw her last night?’)

He had ten minutes to get ready and took about fifty minutes more than that (besides the fact that he also wanted Ginny to come so she wouldn’t be alone on her vacation).

He was panting heavily as they apparated into the same dirty alleyway and began sprinting to the club.

“Red!” he shouted. “Open the door, I’m late for work!” the man at the door nodded, opened the velvet rope and the door and let him and Ginny pass through.

“You’re an hour late!” his boss called.

“It’s not my fault Danny’s playing sick!” he called back. He grabbed a towel form a clean stack, as Ginny took a seat right in front of his workstation.

“Ten minutes off your break!” his boss called back before disappearing into the throng of dancing people.

Draco sighed, washing his hands and wiping them dry on his towel. “Damn Danny I’m going to give her a fucking piece-“ Draco mumbled incoherently for the next few minutes.

“Seriously, if words would kill, I promise you that Danny would be dead and buried right now,” Ginny said in hopes to make him laugh. He cracked a small half-smile sort of thing.

“Yea, well, I guess cursing her to hell and back wouldn’t be the nicest way to get my point across either,” he murmured, just as a lady came up to the bar for a drink. “Hey Tamara,” Draco greeted. “Let me guess, a mudslide on the rocks?” The girl named Tamara smiled.

“Am I that predictable?” the brunette asked.

“Pretty much. I’ll put it on your tab.” Draco started her drink and handed to her once it was finished.

“Thanks Draco,” she said, sitting down next to Ginny. “Hello.”

“Hello,” Ginny responded with a smile.

“This is Ginny. Ginny, this is Tamara.” They shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Ginny. How do you know Draco?” she asked curiously.

“I’m his fiancée,” Ginny responded, lifting up her hand to show Tamara the engagement ring.

“Oh, that’s great for you Draco. I vaguely remember you said you were getting married. Must’ve slipped my mind. That’s been happening a lot lately,” Tamara recalled, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She finished up her drink and bid the two a good day (night, actually).

“I still can’t believe what happened last night,” Draco laughed.

“Me neither,” Ginny chuckled as well.

I went to a party last Saturday night

I told you that story it’ll be alright

Uh huh it ain’t no big thing

“Could it have gotten any crazier?” Draco asked.

“Maybe just a bit,” Ginny responded with an inward chuckle. And so they talked for the next few hours, as Draco served customers left and right.

“Malfoy, break, twenty minutes,” his boss called at about ten ‘o’ clock.

“Let’s dance. I could use some movement after being cooped up back here,” Draco said, coming around the bar and taking Ginny’s hand. He led her out onto the dance floor and they began to dance.

“Hey, isn’t a break traditionally for-like-dinner or something?” she asked.

“I’m not hungry. So unless you are, I just want to spend my time right here.” Ginny shook her head. “Good.” They began dancing to a rather loud and fast song.

“I like this,” Ginny commented a song or two later. “Just being here with you. I love the sentimental moments we spend together.”

“Me too. And soon the whole world will know just how much.”

“But once I get out of Hogwarts we need to start the heavy duty planning for our wedding. It had to be perfect,” Ginny gushed.

“Perfect wedding for the perfect lady. Sounds reasonable,” Draco commented with a smirk. Ginny smiled and kissed him soundly.

But I know what I like

I know I like dancin’ with you

And I know what you like

I know you like dancing with me

(Dance with me!)

Kiss me once

Kiss me twice

Come on pretty baby

Kiss me deadly

They stayed locked at the lips well into the next song. Amazingly, their brains had enough oxygen to remember to continue dancing, as not to look like idiots.

“Scratch my previous comment. I REALLY like this.” Another kiss. “I love this.”

“And I agree wholeheartedly,” he responded, craning his neck to give her another thorough kiss.

“Of course you do,” Ginny stated as they pulled away yet again. “That’s why you make a good boyfriend. You always agree.”

“I resent that,” he shot back playfully. “I don’t ALWAYS agree.”

(Insert squabbling about how much he agreed here). Then, more snogging.

“Wow, we’re a pretty repetitive couple,” Draco commented moments later. “Snogging and light bickering. That’s all we do.”

“Damn fluffy fanfic writers,” Ginny mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said dismissively.

Once Draco’s break had ended, they both went back to the bar. Draco had made her a strawberry daiquiri, light on the alcohol. She has yet to forget her brush with a hangover, and didn’t want to experience it ever again.

“I’m starting to hate work. I’d rather be at home, curled up on the couch, with you, watching a movie,” Draco grunted, washing out a few glasses. Ginny smiled.

Had a few beers

Getting’ high

Sitting, watching the time go by

Nothing to eat and no TV

Lookin’ in the mirror

Don’t do it for me

Uh huh it ain’t no big thing

“You have to admit it’s getting just a touch boring though,” Draco commented.

Ginny shrugged. “It’s ok. At least I’m here with you.”

“But you have nothing to do. No books or movies or TV or anything.”

“Even if there was a TV I wouldn’t know how to use it!” she exclaimed, chuckling. Draco let out a loud laugh.

“I thought you said your dad taught you how?” he asked.

“I said my dad showed me one, not taught me how to use one,” she corrected. He rolled his eyes.

“Big difference,” he joked, stressing the word ‘big’. “I only have about another hour anyways. Danny’s shifts are only until eleven. Then McCraison takes over.”

“Ahh, ok,” Ginny responded, swirling her straw around in her drink.

But I know what I like

I know I like dancing with you

And I know what you like

I know you like dancing with me

(Dance with me!)

Kiss me once

Kiss me twice

Come on pretty baby

Kiss me deadly

Soon, Draco was off work and Ginny found herself back at his flat, changing so they could both watch a movie together. She changed into a pair of sweats and one of her tank tops, and grabbed the throw blanket from his bed before wrapping it around her shoulders. He was in the kitchen making a bowl of popcorn and grabbing two butterbeers.

“Good,” Ginny stated, plopping herself down on one of his leather couches. Draco sat next to her a few moments later. Draco took the controller and flipped the TV.

“What are you in the mood for: Comedy, Romantic, or Horror?” Draco asked. Ginny thought for a moment.

“Comedy. I could use a laugh.” Draco set the controller down and wrapped his arm around Ginny who leaned her head on his chest.

“I love being here with you. I can’t wait until I graduate.”

“Neither can I,” Draco sighed. “Neither can I.”

Well, I know you like dancing with me

Kiss me once

Kiss me twice

Come on pretty baby

Kiss me deadly

Kiss me once

Kiss me twice

Come on pretty baby kiss me

Come on pretty baby kiss me

Come on pretty baby

Kiss me deadly

Kiss me deadly

A/N: I am estimating there will be one more chapter to finish everything up. Maybe two, but right now I’m planning on one. It will be the New Year’s Party (for a little sugary fluff) and then the wedding planning and the wedding itself. I might make the wedding a different chapter in itself, but im not sure yet. After I finish this I am making a prequel/sequel thingy that will FINALLY describe the embarrassing story of them hooking up, but that is not on the top of my priorities list. My biggest priorities are my other stories and the new one I’m working on now.

Love

OceanAve

Review…or…or….I WILL CONVERT TO RHr!!!! I swear I’ll do it, I’m not afraid! *hint, converting to RHr is my equivalent of suicide*

11. A Dare, a Promise, and a Brief Tickle Fight

Me: I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again!!!

Moderator: I’m taking you downtown!

Me: No!! I know Harry Potter’s not mine!! I was just…er…kidding!

Moderator: That’s what they all say!

~to be continued~

A Dare, a Promise, and a Brief Tickle Fight

Ginny’s POV

I woke up late on New Year’s Eve day to find Draco missing by my side. Not entirely ready to get up, I groaned loudly hoping he would respond. There was a light padding of footsteps from the hallway.

“Gin? You up?” his voice called.

“No,” I groaned in response.

“Har har,” he responded, walking into the room. There was a rustle of sheets as he climbed into bed laid down on top of me. “Wow! Since when is my mattress all lumpy and soft?” he asked himself.

“Bastard,” I mumbled, trying to roll over so he would fall off me.

“You know I’m stronger than you,” he teased. I smiled into my pillow. He sat up and straddled my waist from behind, before tickling my waist unmercifully.

“Draco!” I shrieked. “Quit it!” I began shrieking as loud as I could and tried to push him off me but he only laughed and proceeded. “You little-“

“-sexy bastion of evil?” he offered.

“You’re not evil,” I gasped as he poked my rib, my utmost sensitive spot when it came down to ticklishness.

“Maybe not, but I have been referred to as a sexy bastion of evil,” he commented, with a grin I couldn’t see but I knew he was flashing.

“Sexy, yes. Bastion of evil, rethink that one,” I responded, successfully rolling over, but instead of pushing him off he stayed in the same spot, now straddling my waist.

“I made some lunch. You do realize you slept in until about two ‘o’ clock,” he commented offhandedly. I snorted.

“That’s what I get for staying up til three in the morning,” I mumbled. He leaned down and pressed our lips softly together. Melding together, we began yet another one of our snogging sessions (I’d hate to leave these behind when we go back to Hogwarts).

“I’m awake,” I stated, rather perked up after that little display of affection.

“I’ve been awake.” Draco smirked and climbed off of me before helping me out of bed. I took a quick look in the mirror and saw my mussed hair, pale, makeup-less complexion, and my raggedy sleep clothes.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” I asked.

“Not for the past twelve hours, no,” he responded, feigning a slight tone of hurt in his voice.

“I love how you don’t care what I look like. I look like crap right now and you haven’t said a word,” I told him. He smiled and wrapped his arm around me as we made our way through his flat.

“I think you look like the most gorgeous thing in the world right now,” He whispered, leaning over and kissing my neck softly.

“You didn’t just say that to get me to snog you, did you?” I joked.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “Is it working?”

“Perfectly.”

The rest of the day was spent hanging out around the apartment and in town. We went to the Three Broomsticks for dinner before the New Year’s Party I told him we could go to.

The party was casual this time, so I chose a pair of jeans and a thin, gray, long-sleeved shirt with a baggy navy blue jacket (one of Ron’s old ones) over it.

“I’ve been ready for fifteen minutes now!” he called from the living room as I finished straightening my hair and applying light makeup. I grabbed my purse from off his bed and made my way to the living room. My black trainers made a soft “thump thump” on the carpeted floors.

“I’m ready!” I called.

“Finally!” he exclaimed. I entered the living room and saw him standing there, one hand casually tucked in the front pocket of his baggy blue jeans.

“You look nice,” I commented, watching as he flicked open a button on his navy blue button-up.

“Nice?” he asked, wrinkling his nose in a scrutinizing manner.

I sighed dramatically. “You look downright sexy, so much that I want to jump you right now.” Draco smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. You look sexy too,” he responded, coming forward and wrapping an arm around my waist and nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

And we were off. We apparated to an alley right next to a fairly large apartment building. We walked inside and Draco took my hand, leading me through the many halls and up the many stairs. We finally arrived to a door on what seemed like the hundredth floor up.

Draco rang the door bell, and a few minutes later a handsome young man in a pair of jeans and a loose shirt opened the door.

“Draco!” He greeted, pulling him into a manly hug.

“Hey Drew. What happened to Danny?” he asked.

“Girl Danny’s running late. Boy Danny’s too mobbed by the ladies to come to the door right now,” Drew responded with a slight smirk. “Lucky bastard,” he muttered.

“Eh-he’ll never be as lucky as me,” Draco responded, wrapping an arm around my waist. I blushed.

“And this fine lady must be Ginny,” Drew greeted, giving me a polite nod. “That’s right, I believe I met you when Draco took you to work with him one day.”

“Yea, I remember,” I responded.

“Come in, come in,” he said, stepping from the doorway to let us in. The apartment was actually more of a mini-home. It had three floors (you could tell just by looking up because there were balcony views of the entrance room from each floor). There was music pulsing from some other room, and a few people talking rather loudly in another. “We were just engaged in a truth or dare. Come watch.” Draco and I were lead into the next room where the loud cheers were coming from. Most of the people in this room I recognized as workmates of Draco’s.

“Hey Draco!” half the people called. One or two of the girls that I had gotten into intricate conversations with greeted me.

“Mitch was just going upstairs to complete his dare,” one of the boys said.

“Oh Mer-“ Draco stopped abruptly and I knew he was about to say Merlin. I couldn’t have imagined what would happen if he actually did! “-ercy!” Draco saved himself from trying to explain his way out of that one. “Do I even want to know?”

“He has to go streaking through the hallway,” Drew replied, taking a seat on one of the many couches spread about the room. Draco and I took a seat and he lounged himself across the empty couch, allowing me to perch myself on his lap.

A few moments later, Mitch came downstairs stark naked except for shoes and a bundle of cloth which I could only assume was his shirt covering his-er-area.

“Ready,” he said fearlessly.

One of the girls laughed as he removed the shirt. “Cold in here?” she asked.

“Cristina!” he exclaimed. “I’d hit you if you weren’t a girl.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” Gradually, the group of ten or fifteen people made their way to the door, right behind Mitch.

“I know I’ll regret this,” he said, closing his eyes slightly and taking a deep breath. Here we go…”

He was about to run, when to everyone’s surprise, two more stark naked guys came running through the pack of people pushing everyone aside, grabbing Mitch by the arms, and dragging him with them.

“WE’RE GOING STREAKING!” the two boys yelled and everyone began screaming and hollering.

“LANCE, DAN! GET BACK HERE! THIS IS MITCH’S DARE!” Alison, the girl that was in Hogwarts in my year, called. I casually slipped away from Draco for a moment to say hi to her.

“Question,” I said. She nodded. “Who do you know here?”

“Oh, I used to be great friends with Draco, and after that we sorta lost touch, but he introduced me to some of his bar friends. I’m still cool with him, but I’m here cuz Danny’s my boyfriend.” I nodded in comprehension.

“I hate Snape,” I mumbled. “Two fucking rolls on Athbeck hives.”

“What a bitch,” Alison laughed. “But I’m in his most loved house.”

“Yea, that’s what gets me. You’re in Slytherin, yet you’re nice to a Gryff like me.”

“I’m not like the other stuck-ups in my house,” she responded. Then, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled rather loudly. “MITCH!” she called. He halted to a stop with the two other boys in front of the door and started panting.

“Now that was fun.”

The rest of the night was mostly spent playing truth or dare, dancing, and just lounging around and talking to some of Draco’s workmates. I got to know Alison real well. I also got to know Mitch and realized he was just as great to get along with. Most of his co-workers were very polite.

Danny (boy Danny, I mean) had a very large-screened TV that all gathered around to watch the New Year’s Eve programming and watch the news station to count in the New Year.

“Three more minutes!” Some random person called from the kitchen, no doubt getting another alcoholic drink. I had never seen more booze in my life.

“I love the new Year,” I said to Draco who I was cuddled up against on a corner of the couch.

“Me too,” he responded, wrapping both arms around me and planting a kiss on the top of my head.

“It’s gonna bring so many great changes. It’s going to be a great year.”

“I know,” he responded softly.

“Our wedding, our first day as a married couple, our first apartment together when I graduate, our honeymoon, it’s all going to happen this year,” I whispered, leaning my head onto his chest. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

“One minute!” The same person called. People around us began slurring the seconds down to the year 1999.

“It’s going to be great.”

“And that I can promise,” he responded. We both focused our attention back on the TV screen which had a large clock counting down.

29 seconds.

“What’s your resolution going to be?” he asked me.

“I don’t know. Maybe to get all my homework done on time, don’t skip, don’t break rules, something along those lines.”

He laughed quietly. “I’d love to see you manage that.” I lightly hit his arm.

“I take offense to that, you know.” He only smirked ever so slightly.

“10…9…8...7…6…5…4…3…2…1!” and it was as if the whole room exploded as Draco and I locked lips. This kiss wasn’t any kiss, though.

It was a promise of what was to come.

Our future. Together.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

The day had finally come; this was it; the day I had dreamed about before I could even talk about it: My graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I was about to walk into the Great Hall to rehearse when I saw a familiar face, standing in the Entrance Hall with his hands stuck in his pockets. No, it wasn’t Draco-it was Ron!

“Ron!” I squealed, launching myself at him and into his arms.

“Hey Gin,” he greeted me tenderly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I didn’t want to miss my baby sister’s graduation,” he replied, releasing me and looking me over. “You’ve definitely grown since the last time I saw you.”

“It’s only been-like-three months!” I exclaimed.

“You still grew.” I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I have practice and then tomorrow instead of taking the train I’m going straight to Draco’s. Then I’m going to go visit you guys at the Burrow maybe around four. I need to speak with mom about the plans for the wedding.” Ron nodded. “I’ll see you afterwards.” We hugged one last time and he let me be on my way. I gave him one last wave, and he beamed brightly.

There was a gleam in his eyes. A gleam I like to call pride.

I entered the Great Hall to see it already packed with most of the seventh year. I took my place next to Colin.

“Hey,” I greeted him, straightening my robes.

“Hey Gin,” he responded, leaning back in his chair. “I’m so excited.”

“I know. Being out in the world, all alone, left to guide ourselves,” I bubbled. He smiled as Dumbledore began to speak.

“Ok, we will have a run-through of the Head Boy and Girl’s speech and then we will go over specifics. We are running low on time. The other grades will be entering this room in twenty minutes, so let’s get Blaise Zabini and Nikita Narron up here to do their speech.”

Blaise stood up from a few rows away, and the girl two seats down from, a rather attractive Hufflepuff girl, rose as well. They made their way to the podium and began their speech.

“So what’s new with you and Draco?” Colin whispered to me.

“Nothing really. We’ve taken more actions in our plans for the wedding. We’ve gotten some facts laid down. We’ll be working with my mom for the next month or two because we’re hoping to have the wedding in either July or August.” I thought for a moment, wondering if I had left any details out. “Oh, and even though my parents like Draco now, they still can’t object to me marrying him because I’m legally an adult.

“How are things after…you know…?” I trailed off, hoping to change the subject. Talking about the wedding plans made me too excited.

“I have no clue who you’re talking about,” he responded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Colin, you can’t thrive on her memory forever. Get out there and join the dating scene. I know a girl you might like,” I said, thinking of Danny and wondering how old she was. “I definitely think you would like her.”

“I just loved her so much. I don’t want to accept the fact that it’s over,” he whispered sadly. I put a hand on my best friend’s arm. “It’ll get better, I promise.”

“Thanks Gin.”

There was a round of applause from seventh years as Blaise and Nikita finished their speech.

“Ok, so when everyone enters, all seventh years will be…” Dumbledore went off into a drone of instructions that I was supposed to be listening to: key word supposed.

I was jerked out of a fascinating reverie of Draco and cherries (of all things) by an arm elbowing me in the ribs. It was a Colin, a signal for me to stand up. All grades were entering now, sitting in the seats set up for them at the other end of the hall.

“How long was I daydreaming for?” I discreetly asked Colin.

“About fifteen minutes, I’d say,” he responded. “You had this zoned out look. The only thing that was missing was the drool.” I pretended to look offended but gave away my façade by laughing. “Draco right?”

I nodded. “Well, you try being in my position and being engaged to the sexiest most caring and compassionate guy on the earth!” I defended myself as all the seventh years sat back in their seats.

“I’d rather not,” he responded with a chortle. I grumbled and crossed my arms over my chest. Upon seeing Draco in the crowd, though, I straightened up and waved enthusiastically. Colin didn’t even need to follow my train of sight to know who I had seen…and sitting next to my brother.

He broke his gaze from mine and turned to Ron who said something to him. Draco’s eyebrow rose and he said something to Ron. Ron laughed, and then Draco gave him a very feigned hurt look.

“Those two,” I muttered to myself as Dumbledore began his speech about the seventh years.

“Do you even know what they’re saying?” Colin asked.

“No, but actions speak louder than words,” I replied philosophically. Wow, I didn’t even know I knew that word.

“Whatever,” Colin replied, turning back to Dumbledore. I discreetly crossed my legs, searching the crowd for Draco again and seeing him in the back with Ron. I raised a hand and waved subtly, just so the other teachers wouldn’t notice I wasn’t paying attention. He gave me a small smile and a wink in response. I gave him a seductive little smile and Colin nudged me in the ribs again. “Keep that up and Dumbledore’s gonna notice you’re not-“ but Colin’s voice was lost as a round of cheers came up and Blaise and Nikita walked to the podium for their speech.

“Peers, Professors, and those chosen alumni that opted to come.” Blaise took a deep breath. “It’s hard to put into words what Hogwarts has meant to me over these years. Not a ruddy old castle. Not just my school, Hogwarts was a home. Hogwarts is truly where the heart is.”

“And part of the heart is what we will be leaving behind when we leave tomorrow. When we leave tomorrow, we will be walking away from one of the biggest things that has been in our lives. And we’ll miss everyone from our proverbial family, to the teachers we have grown to love. Even Snape.” Everyone laughed except for Snape, who opened his mouth to protest to the headmaster.

“Let them be Severus. They’re just poking fun.”

“What can we say about a school that today still renders us speechless with the many twists and turns that not even Albus Dumbledore has figured out? Nothing. So, in closing, that is what we have to say about Hogwarts. Nothing, because you can’t say anything about a school that already says it all.”

There was a round of boisterous cheers. Nearly the whole audience stood and began screaming their lungs off. In all the graduations I had seen, that had to be the best speech I had ever heard. Nikita and Blaise both flounced back to their seats. Dumbledore rose from his own seat in the front of the audience and the teachers followed afterwards.

“Now, I will call the names of each student, they will receive their diplomas, and then come shake their teacher’s hand.” I leaned over to Colin and nudged him, pointing to Draco. Draco had turned to Ron and looked on the verge of beating his senseless.

‘You’re brother’s such an idiot,’ he mouthed to me.

‘I know,’ I mouthed back, suppressing a chuckle.

“Barret, Aaron A,” Dumbledore announced. A rather handsome Slytherin hopped out of his seat and strutted to the platform.

“He’s so cocky,” I heard a few girls whisper behind me.

“But he’s sexy,” one of them giggled.

“Not as sexy as Draco Malfoy. Have you ever seen the ass on that one?” one of the girls whispered. I was about to turn around when another girl started.

“But he’s taken. Ginny Weasley, that lucky girl,” she sighed wistfully.

“Creevey, Colin,” Dumbledore stated.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” I whispered playfully giving him an encouraging punch on the arm. He smiled back to me, flounced up to the stage, and took his diploma gracefully. He shook hands with the teachers, imperceptibly cringing when he had to shake Snape’s. Landing back in his seat I gave him a supporting smile.

“I’m officially a free wizard,” he stated.

“Dalton, Sean.” My eyelid twitched ever so slightly as Sean made his way to the stage. “Erikkson, Neil,” Dumbledore announced. A Gryffindor I was well acquainted with sat up from his seat to receive his diploma. “Fredrick, Molly.”

I looked down at my wringed hands. Time seemed to be so interminable at this very moment. I couldn’t believe that in just a day, I’d be a free witch, living with my fiancée. I could come and go as I pleased, kiss him whenever I wanted without getting murderous glares from housemates. It was going to be great.

“Lafaye, Fauna,” Dumbledore’s voice rang through the halls. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Colin fighting back tears. What made Colin so great is that he was not afraid to show emotion, unless it was in front of the girl that dumped him.

“It’s ok, Colin,” I cooed, placing a soothing hand on his arm. “It’ll get better I promise.”

He mumbled something softly.

“What was that?” I asked in a quiet voice.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Quinn, Thomas.”

“It’s almost your time,” Colin mentioned.

“I know. I can’t wait. I’m gonna miss Hogwarts, but I’ll be living with Draco! My one and only Draco!” Colin smiled.

“I’m glad to see your so happy,” he responded tenderly.

“And I’m glad you supported me through all this.”

“That’s what best friends are for,” he said nonchalantly, shrugging. I leaned over and gave him a small hug. I turned to see Draco looking at me and pouting playfully. I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it and place it on his lips. I chuckled inwardly.

“So adorable, that one.”

“Veracruz, Maximillian,” Dumbledore announced. As the black-haired Hufflepuff made her way to the stands I straightened my dress robes and prepared myself.

“Weasley, Ginevra Molly,” he announced and I stood up, making my way to the podium. I took the diploma with my left and shook his hand with my right. “I’ll miss you, Miss Weasley,” he whispered.

“I’ll miss you too, professor.” I proceeded to shake all the teachers’s hands. I also slightly cringed when I had to shake Snape’s, and Thank God he didn’t notice.

I took my seat as the last name was called. “Zabini, Blaise Walker.” He gracefully accepted his and did a little two-finger point to the crowd, flashing his 300 watt smile. It caused a few girls to swoon.

“May I present to you the Hogwarts class of 1999!” Dumbledore finished, gesturing towards us all. We stood up and through our hats in the air as cheers erupted through the room.

And only one thought was running through my head: this feels great.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

“Draco!” I squealed the next day. After saying goodbye to my friends and family at Hogwarts, I set off to Hogsmeade to find him. I saw him standing just in front of his apartment building.

I threw myself into his arms. I gave him a chaste kiss and he took my things and was going to carry them before he stopped.

“Oh wait. Apparate up into my apartment. It’ll be easier than taking it up there.” I nodded in comprehension and a few seconds later we were in his bedroom. He tossed my stuff onto his bed. “I bought another dresser and some more towels in the bathroom for you. I’ve also enlarged the counter and cabinet space.”

“How sweet,” I said, proceeding to open up my trunk. I pulled out a stack of shirts and a stack of pants, skirts, and shorts. I put each stack in a different drawer of the dresser he had pulled out.

“Need help?” he asked.

“You can put some of my books in the bookshelves over there, if you’re willing,” I told him. He took a stack of books from my trunk and began putting them onto the shelf.

When all my unpacking had been done, we both looked at the clock. It was only 1:30. We had about another two and a half hours before my mom expected us.

So, we pulled out a few wedding catalogues and magazines and began browsing. We piled them on his kitchen table and mindlessly began sifting.

“Oh no,” Draco gasped.

“What?” I asked.

“We can’t have the wedding at Hogwarts! What will my muggle friends think?” he asked.

“Well, there’s the possibility of telling them…” I trailed off.

“All-what-fifteen that don’t know?” he asked me.

“Well, yes,” I said. “Is that really as stupid as it sounds?”

“Not exactly. I guess I should tell them. It’s not fair to keep them so misinformed about what really goes on in my life.”

I smiled and patted his hand reassuringly. “If they don’t accept you, it’s their loss.” He smiled, grabbing my head from the back and pulling me forward to give me a light kiss on the forehead. He then slid a catalogue over to me and pointed out a bouquet.

“What do you think of these?” he asked me. It was a dazzling arrangement of Lilies and Daisies, surrounded by baby’s breath.

“Lovely. Simply lovely. Mark that page.” He did as he was told and kept flipping. “I already have an idea of my dress. I’m going to get it from a muggle store maybe sometime within the next week or so.”

“That’s good. I’m not sure if I should go traditional tux or dress robes,” he commented, trailing off thoughtfully.

“Tux. Dress robes make you look like a girl,” I squealed, scrunching my nose up.

“Why you,” he said playfully, poking my rib.

“Draco, I swear if you even think of starting a-“

“Tickle fight? What you gonna do about it?” he asked.

“We have…WORK,” I shrieked as his hand began traveling down my side and to my thigh, squeezing just above my knee. “I hate you,” I muttered playfully as I lunged myself at him, knocking him out of his chair, and pinning him to the floor.

“What the-“

“This is what you get for trying to tickle me!” I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him. I took his hands and held them above his head against the ground. He struggled to release them, but sighed and gave up when he found my grip was too strong.

“You silly little girl,” he said. I leaned in and pressed our lips together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my legs so our bodies were parallel.

“We do”-kiss-“have to be”-kiss-“at my mom’s by”-kiss-“about ten minutes ago.”

“She’ll understand,” he murmured, nipping at my bottom lip. “I love this shirt on you. So loose. So V-neck. So not a tube top.”

I laughed. I loved being at home where I belonged, with my Draco.

~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

We apparated to the burrow only twenty minutes late. Luckily, we were able to pry ourselves apart from the lips. My mother raised her eyebrows at us, smiling, and went back to whatever it was she was holding in her hands.

“Sorry we’re late,” I panted. “We were-“

“No need,” My mother said, holding up a hand. “I get the picture.” I blushed slightly crimson and sat my self at the table. Draco pulled a chair up next to me and sat in it, craning his neck to try and see what my mom was looking at.

“I’ve just been looking at a few possibilities for bridesmaids dresses…” my mother trailed off, stuffing nearly 30 different possibilities in my face.

And so the hell all women know as wedding planning began.

A/N: I’m sorry if this chapter seems rushed or something. I’m working fast to be able to update PBE, then after working on that post the wedding chapter for BtTT then be done! Yay!!! I love myself…all I have left to finish after that is PBE, and then I’ll be starting a new action/adventure/romance based fanfic.

12. The Wedding!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine! *Napoleon Dynamite voice* GOSH!

The Wedding

I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I gazed at my reflection. My mother beside me stifled a sob and then threw her arms around me, careful not to mess me up.

“My baby girl’s getting married!” she cried. “Just yesterday I was changing your nappies and tomorrow you’ll be doing it for your own child! Not literally, of course.” I smiled.

“I love you, mum. No matter what happens between Draco and I, no matter where we live or how many kids we have, I’ll always be with you. I’ll always love you,” I whispered, giving my mum what I hoped was a loving look.

“Same goes for me, Reddie,” my mum whispered, using my childhood nickname.

“I used to hate that name,” I said, smoothing out the creases in my dress. I adjusted the top (it was strapless, and I just had to do that to make sure he pretended to get pissed off) and then pulled my veil over my face.

“Hey Gin,” Hermione greeted, stepping into my room. “Everyone’s out there.” I nodded and smiled. My mother pulled back my veil and gave me a kiss atop the forehead, before leaving me with my friend of eight years.

“You look stunning,” Hermione complimented.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” I responded with a wink.

“You picked the dress! You WOULD think I look good,” Hermione replied playfully.

“I know. But I love your hair.” She had pulled two tresses from either side of her head and used a small clip to secure them at the back. Her thin-strapped lavender dress fit her perfectly (and many times she joked she saw Harry drooling like Fang). “I’m getting married, Hermione,” I stated.

“You are?” she gasped in mock surprise. “I just thought you had a fetish for wedding gowns!”

“No, just let it sink in. I’m getting married. I’m getting married to Draco Malfoy: teenage ENEMY Draco Malfoy. The sweetest guy I could ever ask for.” Hermione smiled.

“I’m glad we’ve all found men who love us unconditionally,” she stated in a dreamy voice.

“And who carry our bags when we’re shopping,” I added with a laugh, adjusting my dress once more than grabbing my bouquet off of a nearby table.

“Correction, when YOU’RE shopping,” Hermione chuckled. “We better get out there. Let’s go.” I nodded.

“I’ll be right out. Go on without me.” Hermione nodded and left the room. A few moments later, the door creaked open. “Hermione, I said-“

“Unless you’re marrying Hermione, you should think before you speak,” came the voice I grew to know oh-so-well.

“Draco, we’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding!” I shrieked quietly.

“I know, but I had to see you before everyone else,” he said. I turned around and came face-to-face with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Don’t kiss me. You’re going to ruin my make-up,” I squealed.

He smirked. “Never even crossed my mind, I swear,” he stated innocently, batting his eyelashes.

“Play nicely. We should save our energy until tonight…in Jamaica…” I trailed off, seductively running a finger down his chest.

“Oh yes,” he responded, smirk growing wider. “Fun tonight. Hot Tub in the room…“

“Skinny-dipping in the pool…” I trailed off, winking suggestively.

“Ooh, wild one we have here.”

I smirked, mirroring his own. “You bet your ass.” I gave his rear a little pinch.

“Since when has my Ginny become such a sex-goddess?” he asked me.

“Ever since I met the sex-god of Slytherin,” I purred. “Now get your butt out there. We have a wedding to star in!” He turned around and did a little jog out of my room. I checked myself in the mirror once more, before turning around and trotting (as well as I could in these damned heels) out the door.

Right before where the ceremony had been set up, my dad was waiting for me. “Draco’s already out there,” he said. “It’s show time.” I smiled to him and he linked his arm with mine. “I love you, Ginny.”

“I love you too, dad,” I replied, resting my head on his shoulder as we stood at the very end of the ceremony area. The music began playing, and I saw many faces in the crowd I recognized. Many from Draco’s work, many from Hogwarts, and many of my numerous family members.

Slowly, my dad began walking. He nearly had to drag me along, because I was so paralyzed with happiness. He looked to me and smiled, and I beamed right back. As we neared the end of the walkway, he leaned over and whispered, “I love you very much.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back. He lifted my veil and gave me a kiss, and gave my hand to Draco. He smiled softly.

“Dearly beloved,” Albus began. “We are gathered here today to witness to joining of two souls; one Mr. Draco Lucridaes Malfoy, and one Miss. Ginevra Molly Weasley.” There was a sniffle in the crowd which I could only suspect was my mother. “If anyone has a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence. Thank God none of Draco’s previous little girlie’s (*cough*PansyParkinson*cough*) showed up to ruin the best moment of my life.

“Ok, then. Draco, the rings?” Albus asked. Our ring bearer (Bill’s little boy Jake) stepped forward and Draco picked the bands off of the pillow they had previously been on. He then handed them to Dumbledore. “Draco, place this ring on Ginny’s finger and repeat “with this ring, I thee wed”.”

Draco lightly took my left hand and placed the ring on my finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

“Ginny, place this ring on Draco’s finger and repeat “with this ring, I thee wed.” I took his hand and placed the ring on his finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

We smiled to each other, barely hearing Dumbledore say, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Another sniffle from my mum. “You may kiss the bride.”

That part we most definitely heard. He flipped back my veil and pressed his lips to mine.

And there was cheering. There were calls and cheering and clapping and crying. And I myself, just felt like crying.

Because I knew, wherever life took us, we would always be together.

Forever.

Fin

A/N: That’s it! The end! No more! Except for a sequel, somewhere in there. That will be coming out later in March, most likely. I love all my reviewers for making me feel so loved. Please leave a review, even if you didn’t like the story.