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Chapter 13 : Chapter 13
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Draco woke up to see Ginny stretched out on his bed, wearing his shirt, and reading his Quidditch Weekly. “I see you are making yourself comfortable.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind,” she informed his as she flipped another page and continued reading. “This review says the new Nimbus is really fabulous. If you get one for Christmas, will you take me flying?”
Just like that, Draco new what he was getting Ginny for Christmas. “I promise you we’ll go flying over Christmas break. How’s that?”
“I’ll look forward to that. By the way, what do Malfoys do for the Christmas holidays?”
Draco shrugged. “We have boring dinner parties where the women show off their diamonds, and the men sneak off and drink substantial quantities of alcohol.”
“That doesn’t sound like very much fun at all.”
“It depends on how much alcohol you drink. What do Weasleys do for the holidays?”
Ginny sighed with apparent happiness. “My mum and I bake every cookie imaginable until the entire house smells like a bakery. Then all of my brothers start showing up. We all cram into the parlor and catch up on each other’s lives. My mum announces that she expects grandchildren before she dies, and we all eat until we’re fit to burst.”
Draco looked at the sparkle in Ginny’s eye, and not for the first time, he wished that his parents had given him a brother or a sister. “That sounds nice.”
“You can come if you like. Hermione and Harry always stop by, and Charlie normally brings home someone from Romania. Of course, Ron would probably be rude, but other than that it would be fun.”
Draco pretended to think for a moment. “I wonder what the life expectancy of a man is when he is surrounded by the six older brothers of the girl he is currently shagging senseless?”
“Chicken,” Ginny commented and giggled as Draco glared at her.
“Thanks, I think I’ll just drink myself into a stupor while I pretend to listen to my father and his friends talk about their mistresses.”
Ginny’s head shot up. “I’m sorry, what was that last part?”
“Oh, well, my mother and all of her friends are aware of the mistresses. It’s not like they mind.”
Sitting up, Ginny just stared at Draco for a moment. “You really aren’t joking, are you?”
Draco shrugged. “No, my father and his friends married for pedigree. Their wives produced the agreed upon number of heirs and were given unlimited spending accounts. Now the men seek out mistresses, and the women keep the diamond industry going.”
Ginny sat with her mouth open for a minute. “I have no idea what to say to that. I can’t imagine what my mum would do to my dad if he stepped out on her, but I’m sure it would involve very sharp kitchen utensils and be as painful as possible.”
“Listen, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Draco reached over and grabbed Ginny’s hand. “I thought it was common knowledge.”
Ginny shook her head. “If that is what having money does for people, I’m glad I don’t have any.”
Draco looked at the annoyed expression on Ginny’s face, and he realized it was time to do damage control. He moved so that he was lying next to her, and then he reached out and wrapped his arm around her. “Lean back against me, and we can both read,” he suggested.
Ginny rolled to her side, and Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her spoon fashion against his body. They read the Quidditch magazine, remarking on interesting articles, until Draco noticed that the male Quidditch players all seemed to be looking down and to the right. Looking over Ginny’s shoulder to follow their line of site, he frowned when he saw she hadn’t bothered to button his shirt. “Button up. The Quidditch players are getting an eyeful.”
“They’re pictures.” she pointed out as she casually buttoned a few buttons.
Draco muttered something as he looked over her shoulder and buttoned two more buttons. Ginny chuckled as a Quidditch player made a rude gesture at Draco. When Draco commented, “Sod off, she’s with me,” Ginny smiled.
After they finished reading, Ginny yawned and asked, “Do you want to take a nap?”
Draco didn’t feel the least bit tired, but he was loathe to move away from Ginny when he knew he wouldn’t be seeing her for a couple of days. “Sure, I could close my eyes for a bit.”
Ginny reached up and grabbed a pillow for them to share, and then she carefully pulled the blanked over only herself.
Draco listened to the sound of Ginny breathing while he wondered, for the first time, if his mother was happy with her life.
The next day Ginny looked around for Draco as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. She knew he would be able to find her, but for some reason she felt anxious. Finally, she climbed on board and headed for her usual compartment. When she reached it, she smiled at Harry and Lavender, who were cuddled together in a seat. She tentatively smiled at Ron, who gave the same tentative look back.
Hermione sighed and said, “Thank you, Ronald.”
Ginny noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands, so things must be going better in that area. Figuring that Draco would come and find her, Ginny took a seat. She looked out at the platform, and what she saw nearly made her ill. Draco was smiling at a tall blond woman. Almost in slow motion, she watched the woman place her hand on Draco’s chest as she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. Draco didn’t move away. Instead he took the woman’s hand and started leading her towards the train.
“Ginny, it may not be what it looks like,” Hermione said in a voice that held little conviction.
Ginny turned to see that everyone in the compartment was looking at her. “Right, it may not be what it looks like,” Ginny repeated. Then she asked Hermione, “What do I do?”
Harry spoke up. “Wait and see what he says. I hug Hermione, and it doesn’t mean we are anything but friends.”
“Right, he might just be friends with the leggy, blond Amazon,” Ginny growled, “or, he could be a dead man,” she added as she stood up and walked towards the door.
Hermione grabbed Ginny’s hand as she passed. “Don’t let your temper control you. Nothing good will happen if you yell at him in front of a group of people.”
“Right, I’ll just wait to see who she is, and then I’ll decide what hex to use on them both.”
Hermione stood up to follow Ginny. “Come on Ron, your sister may need us.”
Ginny was aware of the train starting, and she could feel the motion of the wheels as she walked down the hall in search of answers. She was vaguely aware that she should not be this upset, but she really wanted to hex first and ask questions later.
When she finally found Draco talking to a group of Slytherins, she waited to see if he would notice her. When he looked up and saw her, he smiled. She gave him a tentative smile back. Then he reached over and grabbed the Amazon’s hand and pulled her towards Ginny, and Ginny tightened the grip on her wand.
“Ginny, I want you to meet my second cousin, Delilah. She came to meet me at school with a Portkey, but I told her I had to say goodbye to you first.”
Relief coursed through Ginny’s body like a wave. “Oh, she’s your cousin. In that case, it’s nice to meet you.”
Delilah studied Ginny for a moment and she chuckled. “You came out here to find out who I was and why I kissed Draco back there on the platform, didn’t you?”
Ginny smiled. “Yes, I did.” Turning to Draco, she glared at him. “You might have mentioned that a tall blond was going to be kissing you in my line of vision. You were very close to a Bat-Bogey Hex.”
Draco appeared taken aback. Ginny frowned at him and reminded him, “You were jealous of pictures of Quidditch players.”
Draco nodded. “Right, sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t know myself. I think I deserve some credit for coming to find you to say goodbye. I could have just used the Portkey.”
Delilah looked at Hermione and Ron. “Maybe you two could pretend to talk to me while Draco and his girlfriend sort this out?” she suggested as she walked further down the hallway. Hermione and Ron followed Delilah with a nervous laugh.
Draco stepped closer to Ginny and put his arm around her. “I’m sorry. I know that must of looked bad, but now you understand that everything is ok. Don’t you?”
Ginny slid her arm around Draco’s waist and hugged him. She sighed and pouted up at him. “Could you possibly refrain from kissing tall blond women? I find it really irritating.”
“I guess tall brunette women would irritate you too?” Draco asked and received a poke in the ribs for his cheekiness. “I was just kidding,” he informed her as he leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips. “Although, I could point out that she kissed me, not the other way around.”
Ginny glared at Draco. “I will hex you if you continue to tease me about this.”
Draco chuckled and pulled her into a hug. “No more teasing; your temper is too volatile.”
Ginny relaxed in Draco’s arms, and then she looked up at him. “I was hoping we’d have some time on the train together.”
“I know. I had plans for the luggage compartment, but my mother sent Delilah with a Portkey, so I have to go.”
“Will you owl me about going flying?” Ginny asked, trying not to sound too needy.
“I will,” Draco promised. “Now, I really have to go.”
“I know.” Ginny stepped back and let Draco lead her down the hall to where Delilah was having a stilted conversation with Hermione while Ron pretended to find his shoes very interesting.
“Delilah, we can go now,” Draco informed his cousin.
Delilah looked relieved as she said, “All right then. It was nice meeting you all. Ginny, I’m sorry I upset you. I had no idea Draco was involved with someone.”
Ginny felt irked by that comment, but she let it go. “I hope you have a happy holiday,” was all she could think of to say.
Delilah said, “It will be what it will be,” as she pulled a box out of her pocket. She opened it to reveal a brass key. She and Draco both touched it, and then they were gone.
Hermione looked at Ginny. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Thanks for coming out here to support me.”
Hermione walked ahead, and Ron reached out to stop Ginny from following her. “Ginny, you really care about him, don’t you?”
“Just be careful, Gin. I still don’t trust the guy.”
As they walked back to the compartment Ginny thought. ‘Please let him feel the way I do. If he dumps me, and I have to watch him kiss other girls, I am going to end up in detention a lot because I am going to hex his arse off.’
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