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The Azkaban Hot Tub Tales

Blue Lady

The Azakan Hot Tub Tales by Miranda Aurelia (Blue Lady)

Unfortunately, my sarcastic side has...gone on a little vacation, so yeah. By the way...I know that some of the D/G stuff may seem a bit strange in this chapter...ah...bear with me. It's not like I was high on bubbletea or something. *grins*

See earlier chapters for disclaimer.

Chapter 4: Family Bonding

The doorknob was giving off a soft blue glow - which meant INTRUDER ALERT! Normally, he would have assumed that it meant Ginny, but then he remembered he had charmed it so that it would be glowing red instead.

His eyes narrowed. Who would want to break into his room?

Ginny was a bit startled when Draco's fingers closed around her wrist and he yanked her against him. "There's somebody hiding in here," he whispered into her ear, "Got any ideas?"

She merely threw an arm around his neck and pulled his head down a bit. "Who do you think it is?"

"Probably that brat Duke. Father warned me that he was probably going to come snooping around."

From under the bed, all Duke could see where two pairs of feet standing really close together. "Oh man…" he thought sourly, "Don't tell me they're going to make out…"

Meanwhile, Draco was thinking about his options: one was burn the place down, two was wait and three was currently under construction.

"Hey, let go of me," hissed Ginny, slapping his arm, "If that spy tells his dad, then your dad'll find out that we're hanging out together."

"Don't you remember that publicity campaign my publicist came up with? I have to be seen with you!" Draco hissed back, but as he looked at the annoyed expression on her face, he suddenly came up with a scheme to lure the brat out.

"Argh," Ginny let out a small growl of frustration as a smirk appeared on his face, "Let go of me!"

Suddenly Draco dropped abruptly to one knee. "Ginny, will you marry me?"

Ginny just stared at him for a second. Wordlessly, she stretched a hand out and placed it against his forehead. Strange. Didn't seem like he had a fever…

"WHAT?" Duke couldn't help it as he scrambled out from under the bed, but then he realized his mistake as Draco's eyes snapped onto him.

"I knew you'd fall for that-nuh uh, not so fast." Draco's hand closed around the nape of Duke's school robes as the latter tried to run for it.

Holding the other boy a feet off the ground, Draco turned to Ginny. "Ginevra, this lovely piece of garbage is my cousin, Duke. Duke, this is Ginevra."

"You're marrying a Weasley?!" Duke was still trying to recover from the shock.

Meanwhile, Ginny was surprised to say the least. "Aren't you in Ravenclaw?" she asked.

Duke ignored her. "When Lucius finds out about this, you are going to be dead," he declared.

"Let me see, do I really give a damn?" Draco pretended to mull this over. "No."

"You're going to be sooo dead."

"Well," Draco said cheerfully, "I guess I'll just have to bury the evidence then."

"Best idea you've had in your life, cousin." Duke sneered at Ginny, "One less Weasley won't make a difference."

"Ginevra dear," Draco turned a long suffering look at Ginny, "See what pains I must put up with? Is it not a wonder that I find myself going crazy?"

"If you mean talking like you're in 18th century England, why no, I haven't noticed."

"Sarcasm doesn't become you, my dear."

"Fine, just ignore me! Hello!! Boy hanging here!" yelled Duke.

Ginny just rolled her eyes. "Draco, will you start interrogating him already?"

"Fine." Draco turned back to Duke. "What the hell are you doing in my damn room? Who do you think you are? How did you get the password? Why are you so damn annoying? What the heck is Earl up to? Can't you get off my back for a single damn second? Why is the sky blue? What keeps the damn Earth in orbit? Why is it going to rain tomorrow? Answer me!" He finished with a roar.

"I think you used the word damn like ten times. Grow a vocabulary, cousin."

"I used it the damn word five times, smartass. Grow a memory stick, cousin!"

"Oh yeah, grow-wait," Now Duke looked momentarily confused, "What's a memory stick?"

Draco just gave a mighty sigh again. "Hopeless."

"Oh yeah? You're so dead. When Lucius gets ahold of this…"

"Kid's missing a freaking hard drive," muttered Draco to himself.


"Malfoy! Stop trying to impress everyone with sixth year Muggle Studies and get on with it already!"

"You're taking Muggle studies?" Duke's grin widened, "Man, you are beyond dead."

"That's it." Draco threw open the door and stalked out, yanking Duke by his robes while Ginny jogged to catch up with his long strides.

"What are you doing?" she asked warily.

Draco flashed one of his more malicious grins at her. "Payback time," was all he said before started up the stairs leading to the second floor.

"I'm sooo scared here," said Duke sarcastically, "What are you going to do? Feed me to the Gryffindors?"

"You'll see."

Draco ended up leading them all the way to the third floor before he finally stopped and released his hold on Duke.

"If you think making me walk up a couple flights of stairs is going to kill me, then you are stupider than I thought," declared Duke, brushing his clothes off, "I do exercise twice a week, you know."

"Wanna bet?"

Ginny had to admit that the expression Draco was currently spotting was even one which would have scared her.

"I'm not scared of you," scoffed Duke.

"Hey, look, it's Tickle-Me Elmo!" Draco said suddenly, pointing to a spot behind Duke.

The instance Duke turned his head, Draco gave him a mighty shove that saw his cousin retracing the fall he himself had taken two days ago.

As the resulting yelps and screams flowed up, Draco couldn't help throwing Ginny a smug smile. "I told you I was better looking."

"You sure are," cooed Ginny before she gave him a mighty smack, "That was the most poorly timed proposal I have ever heard in my life!"

"That's the only proposal you've heard in your life," he corrected as he rubbed his arm. Boy, that girl could hit. Hard.

"Why you-"

"You should talk!" Draco broke in before she could continue on her tirade, "I propose and all you do is feel my forehead to see if I have a fever!" He glared at her, "There's no way I'm proposing to you again. Ever."

"Hey!" Ginny protested even as she felt a bit dread seeping into her thoughts, "I thought you were joking! It's not as though you were serious about it."

"Yeah right," scowled Draco, "Well, guess what Weasley? I was!"

"You were?" Suddenly Ginny felt a bit faint, "Draco, I'm so sorry, if I'd known-"

"What's the difference?" He said shortly, "You still would have said no."

"I would have said yes!"

Draco blinked before he turned back to her slowly. "Say that again?"

"Well, I think I would have said yes."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, I-" Ginny broke off abruptly as soon as she saw the laugh Draco was trying to stifle, "I hate you!"
she snarled before stalking off.

"Wait, wait!" Draco ran up and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"What do you want now, Malfoy?" she asked icily, "I think I'm already feeling foolish enough without you rubbing it in."

"Marry me, Ginny Weasley." He placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Say yes."

"I already did," said Ginny crankily, although inside she was currently dancing inside.

"Say it again for the sake of my poor ego, which you just tore into shreds."

"Fine." She looked at him and her gaze softened, "Yes, I'll marry you, you prat."

"I still think you could've left that last bit off," grumbled Draco, but he took a thin silver chain out of his pocket and looped it around Ginny's neck.

"What-"

"It's that rock you were talking about yesterday. That big enough for you?"

Ginny simply stared at the huge diamond on the engagement ring she was currently wearing on a chain around her neck. "I was just kidding about that huge rock," she said faintly. 'I think Mom's going to go ballistic when she sees this...'

"Anything smaller would be an insult to my family name. I bet it's bigger than the one Potter gave Granger."

"I don't think he's given her one yet." Ginny threw her arms around Draco's neck. "I love you, Draco."

"Love you too, Gin." He brushed his lips over her hair.

"Know what?"

"Yeah?"

"It's kind of funny. You know, we've gone from hating each other to hanging out to getting engaged…pretty quickly."

"Tell me about it," groaned Draco, "According to my publicist I'm getting all of the trouble and none of the benefits."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think the plot was supposed to go somewhere along the lines of what I told you yesterday."

"Oh," Ginny raised an eyebrow, "I was supposed to attempt to seduce you…or was it the other way around?"

"All I know if that I'm missing out of some serious shagging."

"Is that all you guys ever think about?"

"Think about it! Potter's getting some, Weasley's getting some-"

"Ew! That's my brother you're talking about for heaven's sake!"


"-But all I've got are some measly kisses."

"Excuse me," Ginny's eyes narrowed, "Harry and Hermione aren't doing it and what do you mean by measly?"

"I mean-what do you mean Potter and Granger aren't doing it?"

"They aren't…you know," Ginny gestured with her hands, "You know."

"Well," Draco finally said after a moment of silence, "Could've fooled me."

"Who told you that they were?"

"Well, it sure seems like it…and my publicist seemed to think so too."

"Who the heck is your publicist anyways?" Ginny grabbed his hand, "Because there's a few issues I think we need to get straightened out."

"Aw," Draco pouted, "Is this the part about you having our first kid by next year?"

"Oh shut up." Ginny rolled her eyes, "Just tell you publicist I want to talk to him."

"Well, we can go talk to him right now."

"We can?" Ginny looked a bit confused, "He's at Hogswarts?"

"You bet."

"Please don't tell me it's Snape."

"Of course not!"

"Then who is it?"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

Ginny just groaned and buried her face into Draco's shirt. "Please tell me that's not Ron," she moaned.

"Darling," drawled Draco, "It's my publicist…and judging from the steam coming out of his ears, I'd say he's pissed. Like really pissed."

End Part 4

No, I did not make Draco a computer nerd. He's still the bad boy we all love....just with an appreciation for computers! Yeah, that's it. =D

Any guesses as to who Draco's publicist is?

Also, reviews are nice. In fact, they're very nice!!