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The Dangers of Mistletoe by CCC
Chapter 15 : Chapter 15
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Ginny and her mum were walking through Diagon Alley while Ginny tried to come up with an idea for Draco’s Christmas present. Fortunately, she had some money saved up from the past summer when she had helped Fred and George at their shop. Molly Weasley stopped in front of the store that carried Quidditch supplies and said, “We might as well start here.”

Ginny browsed the aisles and waited for inspiration to hit. She saw several items that she knew Draco already had. While she was sighing in frustration, a sales clerk walked by. “Can I help you find something, Miss?”

Ginny smiled at the man who looked roughly the same age as her father. “I am trying to find something a bit different. The person I’m buying for has all of the practical things and most of the fancier things you have.”

The man pursed his lips. “We do offer a few specialized items for the holidays. We have Quidditch clothing that can be personalized, or you can buy a Snitch and have it engraved.”

“Could you show me the clothing?”

The clerk showed her several shirts and a few pair of gloves that could be embroidered with a message. Then he showed her the Snitch display and said, “These have been popular. Women have been engraving them with personal messages to their boyfriends. The last woman in here had one engraved to say, ‘Now that you’ve caught me, I hope that you’ll keep me.’

Ginny snorted. “I think my boyfriend would run screaming if I gave him something like that.”

“Well, maybe you could think up something else. I’m going to be up at the register if you need any help.”

“Thank you.” Ginny stared at the Snitch display and frowned. She wasn’t sure enough of her relationship with Draco to write anything mushy, but maybe she could make him laugh. She’d think on it while she and her mum went to Flourish and Blotts to check out her options there.


Draco was pleased when Ginny’s broom arrived that evening. He wondered when he should give it to her. They had never talked about when they would get together. Shaking his head, he realized that he was spending far too much time thinking about Ginny, and he went in search of his mother.

Draco found her in the greenhouse. “Your flowers look lovely, Mother.”

“Thank you. I wanted to check on the poinsettias one more time. I am planning on using them to decorate the dining room.”

Draco felt awkward about what he wanted to say next. “I’m happy that you and Father seem to be getting along so well.”

Narcissa turned to look at her son. “What do you mean? We’ve always gotten along.”

Draco frowned. “I know you’ve always been civil to each other, but now it seems you are enjoying each others company.”

“Yes, we are. I don’t know how long it will last.”

Draco noted the sadness in him mother’s eyes. “Why shouldn’t it last?”

Narcissa sighed and gestured to a table and chairs where she often took her tea. “Let’s sit down.” After they were seated, she looked at Draco and asked, “Did you know that your father and I were promised to each other as children?”

“I knew your marriage was arranged, but that isn’t uncommon.”

“No, it’s not. Marriages today are more often left open to choice, but when I was growing up these things were settled by contract. I think that caused resentment in the young men. I’m sure your father would have liked to pursue other women at Hogwarts, but he didn’t. The trade off was that he was free to do so once he had his heir. I knew the rules going into the marriage, but it doesn’t mean I liked them.”

“Did you and father ever discuss the situation?”

Narcissa’s eyes grew shadowed. “Shortly after you were born, I told him I wanted us to be a real family. He told me that if I had wanted that, then I should have opted for a real marriage.”

Draco felt anger brewing up inside of him. His mother looked up and saw the expression on his face. “Don’t be mad at your father, Draco. He was young, and he was only behaving as he’d been taught to behave. He was playing his role, so I played mine. I raised you, and I became involved in several charities.”

“I don’t want a marriage like that,” Draco muttered.

“I was afraid you did. You treated Pansy like she was your property. It never seemed like you cared for her.”

Frowning, Draco realized his mother was right. “I cared for her at first, but then she annoyed me because she was too eager to please. She did whatever I asked, and she never stuck up for herself. No matter what happened between you and father, you always stood up for what you wanted.”

“Not everything,” Narcissa admitted. “I wanted more children, but your father was happy once he had his heir.”

“You’re not too old to have another child,” Draco suggested. “Why don’t you talk to him about it now. He’s not seeing Allison anymore. You could still have a real marriage.”

“He isn’t seeing Allison anymore because he overheard some of his friends talking about me. They were wondering if I was open to having an affair. Your father became jealous and began to spend more time with me. Allison became jealous and demanded that he stop, so he broke it off with her. I fear it is only a matter of time until he becomes bored with me and goes in search of another mistress.”

“You deserve better,” Draco declared before he stood up and walked out of the greenhouse.

Lucius Malfoy stood in the shadows of a large flowering shrub, where he had stopped to listen to his son and his wife’s conversation. He looked at the forlorn expression on his wife’s face, and for the first time in his life he felt guilt. Not knowing how to handle the situation, he quietly exited the greenhouse and went to his study to think.


Ginny was ready to admit defeat. She had searched almost every story in Diagon Alley, and she had come up empty handed. She was walking past the Magical Menagerie when a Siamese cat caught her eye. It wasn’t sitting with the other cats, or playing with bits of yarn. It was sitting on its perch giving the other cats a look of disdain. Ginny could have sworn that when it looked at her with its grey eyes that it smirked.

On impulse, she went into the shop and inquired about the cat. “Oh, that one is a snob. He doesn’t play with the other cats, he just sits up there and watches people walk by.”

Ginny asked to see the cat. She used her wand to make sure it wasn’t an Animagus stuck in its animal form. The cat seemed to look at her for a moment before it decided that it wanted to be petted. Ginny scratched its ears, and the cat purred appreciatively. The shop owner said, “I’ll sell him to you at twenty five percent off just to get him out of here. He likes to taunt the other animals.”

Ginny chuckled as she counted out her money. Getting along with aloof, smirking beasts seemed to be a talent of hers. Ginny walked back out to meet her mum, and showed her what she had bought. “I don’t think Draco has ever had a pet. I think he could use a little unconditional love.”

Molly Weasley studied the cat. “I’m not sure this will be a very loving animal.”

“I’m sure he’ll warm up.” Ginny informed her mum with a smile. “If not, I’ll keep him. He seems to like me.”

When Ginny got back to the Burrow, she saw Fred and George glaring at a large owl perched on the kitchen table. “Thank God you’re back, Gin. This ruddy owl won’t let me take the letter, and it insists on guarding the sugar bowl,” George complained.

“The tea is getting cold, and that owl bites,” Fred informed her as he held up his hand to show several beak marks.

Ginny tentatively reached for the letter, and the owl seemed to study her for a moment before it held out its leg. Ginny quickly untied the letter, and the bird stood still and waited.

“Shoo,” Fred encouraged.

“At least move away from the sugar,” George cajoled.

Ginny read the letter and absently reached for the sugar bowl to pass it to George. The bird did not attempt to bite her. “Mum, Draco wants to know if I can meet him for dinner tomorrow night. Do you mind?”

“No, dear. Go ahead.”

Ginny scrawled out a quick reply and carefully strapped it to the bird’s leg. The bird nodded at her and flew off.

“Trust a Malfoy to have a disagreeable owl.” Fred muttered as he drank his tepid tea. “How did you two get together anyway?”

Ginny sat down and took the cat out of its box. The cat gave Fred and George a dismissive look before it curled up in her lap. “We got together because of the mistletoe.”

“Gods, it’s our fault.” Fred declared.

Ginny looked up. “What do you mean?”

“That’s our mistletoe, Gin. Dumbledore agreed to let us test it out at the school.”

“You wankers,” Ron growled from the living room. “If it wasn’t for you our little sister wouldn’t have ever kissed that blond git.”

“If it wasn’t for them you never would have kissed Hermione, Ron. You had your head up your arse for so long I’m surprised your hair isn’t brown.”

Fred and George laughed and Ron threw a throw pillow at his sister. The cat did not appreciate this, and it stood up and hissed at Ron.

“Where did that ugly beast come from?”

Ginny stroked the cat as she argued, “It’s not ugly. I bought it as a gift for Draco.”

All three of her brother’s laughed at her. “Why is that funny? He has everything money can buy. The one thing he’s never had is a pet. I think he’ll like it. It reminds me of him.”

Fred and George looked at the cat that was glaring at them. “It certainly has his temperament.”

Ron studied the cat. “It has his creepy grey eyes, too.”

“What did you get Hermione for Christmas, Ron?” Fred asked.

Ron muttered something, and George smiled. “What was that? We couldn’t quite hear you.”

Ron frowned at his brothers. “I bought her a promise ring.”

Ginny took pity on her brother, because he was doing the right thing. “That’s great, Ron. Hermione will love it.”

Fred and George proceeded to make kissing noises and Ginny tried her best not to laugh. The cat was apparently irritated by their display, which it demonstrated by hopping on the table and knocking Fred’s teacup into his lap.

Ron laughed as Fred tried to jump out of the way. “I think I’m beginning to like that cat.”

Ginny reached out and grabbed the cat, who growled at her, but allowed itself to be held. Ron chuckled. “He acts like Malfoy. I’m sure they’ll get along great.”

Ginny smiled. “How offended do you think Draco would be if I named the cat, Draco Junior?”

“You could call him DJ for short,” George suggested.

Ginny looked at the cat, who appeared to be quite happy cuddled against her shoulder. “I might just keep you and get Draco something else.”

“I think you should take him to dinner with you tomorrow night. Let Draco start bonding with the demon cat right away,” said Fred as he used his wand to clean up the spilled tea.

“Demon, that name seems to fit. What do you think, Demon?” The cat closed its eyes and purred, and Ginny chuckled.


Ginny spent the next day doing more baking with her mum. The large owl returned to tap on their kitchen window, and she hoped that Draco wasn’t canceling their dinner plans. When she read the letter the owl carried, she frowned.

“Mum, Draco’s parents want to meet me. They want us to have dinner at his house.”

“Well, dear, what does Draco want to do?”

Ginny shrugged. “He doesn’t offer any other option, so I guess he expects me to come and meet his parents. It says here that they dress for dinner.”

Ron snorted. “Do they think the rest of us eat starkers?”

Molly smiled at her son. “It means they wear dress robes for dinner.”

“I don’t think my dress robes even fit anymore. They were too short the last time I tried them on,” Ginny complained.

“I bet Hermione would let you borrow hers,” Ron suggested.

“That’s a good idea, Ron. Would you Floo her and ask for me please?”

Ginny reread the letter from Draco and tried to glean what his opinion of the whole situation was. She couldn’t figure
anything out from the formal tone of the letter. The only other thing she was able to understand was that he would meet her at the Burrow at six.

Ron walked back over and smiled at her. “Hermione will be here in a minute. She is grabbing her robes and Flooing over.”

Ginny went back to her baking activities until Hermione popped out of the fireplace. “Ginny, I think either of these will work,” Hermione told her as she held out two dress robes. One was maroon velvet, and the other was a brown silk.

“Thanks, Hermione. Come up to my room and help me try them on.”

After trying the dress robes on, Ginny chose the brown ones. “I think these look nice, don’t you?”

“They fit you well,” Hermione agreed. “I brought some earrings in case you didn’t have anything that matched.”

Ginny looked at the crystal, chandelier earrings that her friend was holding up. “Oh, I like those.” After putting the earrings on, she studied her reflection in the mirror. “I think I look good. What do you think?”

“I think you look wonderful. Where are you going to dinner? Ron didn’t tell me.”

“We’re eating at Malfoy Manor. Apparently, his parents want to meet me. Frankly, that scares the hell out of me.”

“Well, he must be saying good things about you if his parents want to meet you. He’s such a spoiled brat, I’m sure if he wants you his parents will let him keep you,” Hermione teased.

Chuckling, Ginny agreed, “He is a spoiled brat, but I find his behavior amusing. When he takes that snotty tone, his face pinches up. Then I tell him his face is pinching up, and he storms off to look in a mirror to deny that his face ever pinches up.”

“I’d have killed him by now, but that’s just me. I’m glad you two get along. It’s such a shock. I never thought he’d want a girlfriend.”

“Well, I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse,” Ginny explained with a smirk.

Hermione saw the look on Ginny’s face. “I’m quite sure I don’t want to know what that offer was. Now, I’m going to go and see your brother for a bit.”

“Thanks for the dress robes, Hermione.”

Ginny carefully hung up the borrowed robes, and went back down to the kitchen. Fred and George were sitting at the kitchen table glaring at the owl that was once again guarding the sugar bowl.

“What is it with this owl and sugar? I swear he’s mental,” George complained.

Ginny scratched out a reply to Draco, and sent the owl on its way. “Sorry, George. I had to try Hermione’s robes on before I knew if I was going to Draco’s for dinner or not.”

Fred frowned. “Ginny, we can buy you new robes. All you have to do is ask.”

Ginny poured herself some tea. “I know, but I can just as easily borrow Hermione’s. Then neither you or Mum has to shell out any money.”

George smiled. “Old habits die hard, huh sis?”

Ginny leaned forward and whispered. “Mum goes on about how it’s just Ron and I at home, but I don’t really see any difference in the money.”

Fred smiled. “Mum’s probably just set in her ways. Floo us when you need school supplies or robes, and we’ll take care of you. Mum doesn’t have to know.”


“Don’t mention Ron that is.” George winked as he teased. “We want to see if he’ll wear those old dress robes again. That was a hoot.”

Ginny spent a pleasant afternoon with the twins and her mum. As the dinner hour approached, she went upstairs to get ready. When Draco arrived, she was ready and waiting. She felt her stomach twist as her mum answered the door.
Part of her was afraid that Draco would treat her mum like a maid. She was relieved when his good manners won out.

“Mrs. Weasley, how nice to meet you. Ginny has told me so much about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Draco. Ginny has talked about you a bit as well. I remember your parents from school. You look like a copy of your father at this age.”

Draco smiled. “I hear that quite often.” Looking up, he caught sight of Ginny. “You look lovely,” he told her.

“Thank you.” Ginny walked forward and took his hand. “I suppose you’ll be Apparating for both of us?”

Draco nodded. “That is the easiest way.”

“You two have fun.” Mrs. Weasley advised while she watched Ginny smile at the coldly handsome boy in her kitchen.

Ginny nodded at her mum, and then she felt that odd sensation of being pulled through her own navel. When she reappeared, she was in a richly decorated parlor.

“We’re having drinks with Mother and Father before dinner. I suggest you ask for tea rather than alcohol if you want to make a good impression.”

Ginny heard the teasing tone in Draco’s voice, but there was also a subtle warning. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you this evening?” she asked, sending him her own not so subtle message.

“Of course not, I was just teasing.” Draco told her as he pulled her close. Ginny smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss her. The kiss was becoming heated, when a house elf popped into the room and cleared its throat.

“Master Malfoy, your Mother requests that you join she and your father in the greenhouse for tea.”

Ginny snorted and looked at Draco. “You know what I’m going to say don’t you?”

Draco sighed melodramatically. “Go ahead and say it.”

“Master Draco? The house elves call you Master Draco?” Ginny giggled and Draco shook his head.

“I knew you’d laugh. Come on, we are going to the greenhouse for tea. Try to get your giggling under control before we get there.”

Ginny took a deep breath and wipes at her eyes. “I think I’m alright now, but really...Master?” Ginny laughed, and Draco tugged her towards the door as he smiled at her amusement.

When they reached the greenhouse, his father greeted them. “Hello, Draco.”

“Father, I’d like to introduce you to Ginny Weasley.”

Lucius Malfoy nodded at her. “Miss Weasley, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Mr. Malfoy, it’s nice to meet you.” Ginny ignored the sudden odd desire to curtsey. While Draco emanated a certain snarky charm, Lucius Malfoy seemed to radiate power and wealth.

Ginny looked to Draco, because she wasn’t really certain what she was supposed to do next. Tea at her house was an informal affair. She was relieved when Draco escorted her over to a table and pulled out a chair for her. Her relief was short lived. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I am going to retrieve something from my room.”

Ginny wanted to shout, “Do not leave me alone with your father, you dolt.” Instead, she nodded and smiled and tried not to look terrified.

“Miss Weasley, I understand that you’re a year behind Draco in school.”

“Yes, I am.” The silence frightened Ginny, so she added, “My mum mentioned that she and my father were in school at the same time as you and your wife. She thought that Draco looked the same as you did at that age.”

Mr. Malfoy nodded and smiled. “Yes, he does. Would you like something to drink while we wait?”

“Yes, please.”

Ginny almost jumped out of her skin when a house elf darted out from the recesses of the room and filled her cup. She found it slightly creepy that the creatures were lurking about. Not wanted to appear ungracious, she sipped her tea and smiled.

“Narcissa will be with us shortly. She was going to change out of her gardening clothes.”

Ginny tried to think of what to say next, when she heard several people walking up behind her. “Lucius, has Narcissa come back down yet?”

“No, she hasn’t. What are you still doing here?”

Ginny heard the irritation in Lucius Malfoy’s voice and wondered who he was speaking to. Turning slightly in her chair, she saw three women dressed in gardening clothes.

“Are you trying to get rid of us Lucius?” A tall brunette asked in a suspicious voice.

A short blond chuckled. “We were waiting for Narcissa’s final approval on the decorations for the next meeting. She took off before we could ask her which color scheme she wanted.”

A tall blond smiled at Ginny and said. “I wonder why she was in such a hurry to clear out of her own greenhouse? Did it have something to do with you, dear?”

Ginny had no idea how to answer that odd question, and was glad when Lucius stepped in. “Margaret, Bethany, Cecelia, I would like to introduce you to Ginny. I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of her in the future, so I suggest you treat her with respect.”

Ginny nodded at the women and offered a weak, “Hello.” None of the women looked happy to meet her, and she silently cursed Draco and wondered where he was.

Another house elf popped into being right next to Lucius and spoke to him in an urgent whisper. Lucius smiled and said, “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Ginny. A Christmas gift was just delivered, and I need to inspect it before I accept it.”

Ginny was beginning to wonder if this could get any more awkward. She watched as Lucius walked out of the greenhouse, and she expected the three women to do the same. When Margaret glared at her and said, “You don’t belong here,” Ginny wondered if the woman was joking.

“Look at the cheap dress and those tacky earrings. He could have done much better, don’t you agree, Bethany?”

Ginny’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Look at the horrible hair color.” Cecelia said as she shook her head. “If you’re going to color your hair, try to find something a bit less garish. That color makes you look like a tart, but I suppose that is fitting.”

Ginny’s brain finally seemed to kick in, and she stood up in a fury. “I believe it is my turn to speak now. First off, there is nothing wrong with this dress or these earrings. Second, this is my real hair color. Everyone in my family has this hair color, and I don’t think three middle-aged women, who obviously charm the grey out of their own hair, should be casting stones. Finally, I was invited to dinner this evening, so I am staying.” At this point Ginny drew her wand. “You three, however, should leave very quickly before my patience runs out and I hex you.”

Ginny jumped when someone behind her cleared his throat. She turned to see an amused Lucius Malfoy looking at her. “Is there a problem here, Ginny?”

Narcissa Malfoy walked up at that moment with Draco by her side. “What’s going on here?” Narcissa asked.

Ginny pointed her wand at Narcissa’s friends and said, “These three harpies...”

“Miss Weasley, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t call my friends names.” Narcissa informed her in a cold voice.

Ginny lowered her wand and stood still for a moment. “I see. It’s alright for them to call me names, but I’m not allowed to reciprocate.”

“I’m sure they didn’t call you any names. You must be confused,” Narcissa defended.

Ginny chuckled. “I understand now.” She walked over to Draco and placed her hand on his chest. “Draco, take me home.”

Draco looked at the tears shining in Ginny’s eyes and said, “There must be some kind of mistake.”

“Draco, if you feel anything for me at all, please just take me home.”

Draco looked to his father. “Find out what this mess is all about, and owl me at Ginny’s.” Then he Apparated away, taking Ginny with him.

Lucius looked at the three women who were wearing smug expression on their faces. “What did you three say to Ginny while I was gone?”

Bethany smiled. “We told her the truth. She doesn’t belong here, Lucius.”

Narcissa appeared dumbfounded. “Why would you say that to her?”

Cecelia said, “Really Narcissa, have you no pride?”

“What does my pride have to do with that girl?”

“Lucius should use more discretion,” Margaret declared. That girl is young enough to be your daughter.”

“Narcissa, I think I’ve figured it out. Your friends are imbeciles.” Stalking forward, Lucius demanded, “Did it never occur to any of you that the girl might be here to see Draco?”

Narcissa looked at her friends’ shocked expressions. “You thought she was Lucius’ new mistress, so you were trying to run her off.”

Margaret spoke. “We thought we were helping. I’m so sorry.”

Narcissa reached a hand up to her forehead. “I took your side. She thinks I don’t want her here.

Ginny opened her eyes to find they were on her front porch. She buried her head in Draco’s chest and took a deep breath. Draco held her for a moment, before he stepped back and looked down at her. “Tell me what happened.”

Ginny blinked her eyes furiously, but tears of anger flowed anyway. “I was in the greenhouse with your father, and those three women joined us. Your father introduced me, and then he left to check on something.” Taking a deep breath, Ginny continued. “They told me I didn’t belong there. They said my dress and earrings were cheap, and my hair color was tacky. They said I looked like a tart.”

Ginny looked at Draco as she swiped at her eyes. “ I thought I looked nice.”

Draco leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You do look nice.”

“I told them that they were wrong.”

Draco chuckled at the defiant look in her eyes. “Did you?”

“I did, but then your mother came out and took their side. She didn’t even ask what had happened.”

“That was wrong of her,” Draco acknowledged.

Ginny frowned. “What if she put them up to it? What if she doesn’t want you to see me because...because I live here, and you live in that mansion?”

Draco reached out and pulled Ginny against his chest. “I want you, and that is all that matters. Now let’s go inside and get you a cup of tea.”

Molly Weasley looked up in surprise when Ginny and Draco walked in the door. “What are you doing back already?”

Ginny looked at her mum and smiled sadly. “Things didn’t go very well. I asked Draco to bring me home.”

Molly looked at the forlorn expression on her daughter’s face, and then she looked at Draco. He appeared concerned for her daughter’s welfare, which was a relief. “Let me get you some tea and cookies. We’ll see if we can’t straighten this out.”

Ginny told her mum about the three women and the awful things they said. Molly stood up and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. She gave them to Draco and said, “Write down their names for me.”

Draco looked at the intense expression on her face, and he decided not to argue. When he was done, he watched as she walked over to the Floo and threw in a handful of powder as she yelled, “Charlie Weasley.”

A few moments later she returned with a smile on her face. “You’ll be happy to know that all three of those women will accidentally receive a two ton shipment of dragon manure on their front lawns on Christmas morning.”

Draco’s mouth dropped open while Ginny laughed. “Thank you, Mum. That makes me feel much better.”

An owl arrived and tapped on the kitchen window. Molly let him in, and he walked over to Draco and held out his leg. Draco removed the parchment and snorted as he read it. “Those women are idiots.”

Ginny looked at him expectantly. “Apparently, those women thought you were my father’s new mistress. That is why they were trying to run you off.”

“That is disgusting,” Ginny yelled. “Your father is old enough to be... my father.”

Draco smirked. “One would think that would be a clue.”

Ginny glared at Draco. “Your mother didn’t have to take their side.”

“I agree. She writes in the letter that she is very sorry, and she would like you to come back for dinner.”

“No,” Molly Weasley announced. “Ginny is not going back there and neither are you. If they want to apologize, they can come here.”

Ginny looked at her mum and sighed. “Mum’s right. If they are sorry, they can make an effort.” Standing up, she walked towards the stove. “I think I smell cornbread and stew.” Lifting the lid on the pot she smiled. “I was right. We’re eating here, Draco. Tell your parents not to come for at least half an hour.”

Draco looked at the two redheaded women who were waiting for him to start writing. “Of course,” he muttered while he wondered what his parents would think of this treatment.

Ginny ladled out bowls of stew and cut slabs of corn bread. She slathered the bread with butter, and passed a piece to Draco. He looked at he bread’s coarse texture and wondered how bad it could be. Tentatively, he took a bite and was pleasantly surprised.

Ginny smiled at him as he ate. She marveled at his ability to remain impeccably clean while he ate. Her own placemat was littered with crumbs, and a stray piece of carrot that had managed to leap from her spoon at some point. “Do you use some type of neatness charm?” she asked suspiciously.

Draco just laughed as he finished his meal. When they were finished, Ginny cleared their plates away, and they went to sit on the couch. It wasn’t long until there was a knock on the door.

Molly Weasley answered the door with a scowl on her face and announced. “I should hex you both. I sent my daughter to your house for dinner with the understanding that she would be taken care of. I did not expect her to be left alone with people who would insult her and make her cry.”

Lucius Malfoy nudged his wife forward. Narcissa sighed. “I apologize, Molly. If Ginny comes to our home in the future, I guarantee she’ll be treated with respect.”

Molly stepped back and let the Malfoys enter her home. Ginny watched them to see if they would show any signs of disdain for her house. Lucius spoke first. “Ginny, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was leaving you open to attack when I left you in the company of those women.”

Narcissa cleared her throat. “I should have listened to your side of the story. I should have known that my son would not be involved with a girl who would call names for no reason. After hearing what my friends said to you, I’m surprised you didn’t call them something more vile.”

Ginny nodded. “Thank you for apologizing. It means a lot.”

Molly smiled at her daughter as she said. “There now, I think we’re all a bit done in. Would you like some tea before you go?”

Draco smirked at the way Ginny’s mum casually dismissed his parents.

Lucius appeared amused while Narcissa still appeared mortified by the whole situation. “Thank you, Molly, but I believe I’ll just take Narcissa home. Draco, I assume we’ll see you later this evening.”

“Yes, father.” Draco replied as he watched his father usher his mother out of the door. Looking down at Ginny he smiled. “Does that sooth the sting a bit?”

“Yes, it does. I can’t help but think if the men in your social circle wouldn’t sleep around on their wives, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

Draco took in the glare on Ginny’s face. “I agree. Let’s just remember that I am not like those men, nor do I plan on emulating them.”

“That is good to know.” Ginny admitted as she snuggled up against Draco.

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