Chapter 1 : Fire and Ice
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Author's Note: Not a redemption fic. Just a little Draco/Ginny piece. But I hope you watch out for my redemption pieces! Coming soon!
Chapter 1: Fire and Ice
Ginny Weasley flipped her long red hair over her shoulder as she stormed out of the apartment. She'd argued, once again, with her boyfriend of some six months, Draco Malfoy. She ruthlessly fought back the tears that threatened to spill as she thought of the reason for this latest fight: Pansy Parkinson, also the reason for the first, fifth, seventeenth, and twenty-first fights. This was fight number thirty, which might turn out to be their last.
Draco didn't even bother trying to hide it anymore. Ginny had seen him kiss Pansy. So, they were over...again.
God, Harry never would have done this, Ginny thought to herself, and then she snorted. Harry Potter, the hottest guy to ever grace Hogwarts' hallowed halls, and with whom she'd had a brief fling in her fifth year, never would have betrayed her. He'd have died first. But Ginny could see the way the winds were blowing, and that Hermione had captured his heart long ago.
Now the two were happily married and Hermione had recently been delivered of their first child. Ginny didn't resent her friends' success and happiness...or, maybe she did. She knew Ron certainly did, but then, he'd always been jealous of Harry. Harry had money, fame, and now the girl.
Ron didn't seem to realize Harry had gotten the money and fame when he survived the Dark Lord's Killing Curse...which had claimed the lives of James and Lily Potter only seconds before. Hermione had tried to remind Ron of that fact at the top of her lungs in the Burrow's kitchen after disabusing him of the notion that she was his property and that he had any say in whom she dated. It hadn't worked.
Ginny swiped a few stubborn tears with the back of her hand as she apparated to her best friend's house. She found Hermione in the garden, pulling a few weeds as baby James gurgled in a basket next to her knee.
“Ginny! What happened?” Hermione asked, getting to her feet quickly.
“Pansy's back,” she whispered, more tears dripping down her freckled cheeks. “Me and Draco are over. Again.”
“Oh, Ginny, come on, let's go in,” Hermione said soothingly, scooping up the basket. “You know Harry will talk to him, man to ferret. Now let's you and me talk this out. Tell me exactly what happened.”
“Nothing can put it back together,” Ginny moaned. “He kissed her. I saw him kiss her.”
“That's bad,” Hermione agreed. “Harry will talk to him about that, too.”
“Where is Harry?” Ginny asked, looking around.
“He's at Gringotts,” Hermione answered. “I'll call his mirror and tell him to bring Bill back with him.”
“He's your biggest brother, and scares the pants off Malfoy,” Hermione answered. She sat down and pulled Ginny down next to her. “Alright, did you see the beginning of the kiss, or just the middle?”
“I guess just the middle,” Ginny said. “I know Pansy saw me,” she added.
“And she's tried to break you up before,” Hermione said.
“Right,” Ginny said. She then looked saddened. “Do you think I should give him another chance?”
“Not until Harry reports if the ferret needs to be maimed,” Hermione said. “Arguing is one thing, but cheating is a whole other ballgame.”
Ginny put her head in her hands and sobbed. Hermione rubbed her back and just let her cry. After several minutes, Ginny's tears abated and she realized others had arrived. Harry had taken James into the nursery so he wouldn't be frightened, and Bill was pacing like a caged tiger. Fred and George were in the corner with the rest of their war council: their wives, the Patil twins. Ginny caught words like “never know” and “singing for the choir” and giggled.
The sound drew their attention. “Ginny! We know you care for the dweeb, but he's a pompous ass and deserves to be taken down several pegs.”
“Can I help?” she asked.
Parvati and Padma descended on her and drew her into a hug. “Of course you can!” they both chorused. Hermione brought her a cup of tea and said, “Drink up. It's chamomile, it'll help you feel better.”
“Whatever would I do without you guys?” Ginny asked, taking a sip.
“Hurt him,” Harry said. “Which is what we'll do. Fred, George, what's the plan?”
“We were thinking of a canary transformation,” Fred said.
George added, “But it seemed too tame for this insult. We're pulling out-”
“The bigger guns,” Fred finished for him.
“Which would be in this bag of goodies we brought from the store. We're actually not sure they're entirely legal on this country, let alone in this continent, but they come highly recommended from Filch.”
“Let me see,” Harry said. “I'm an Auror; maybe I can...deflect...some of the flak for you.”
“What's the back-up plan?” Bill asked.
“We send in Fleur,” Harry answered. “Veelas are actually extremely dangerous if you cross 'em, and he doesn't know she's already been crossed.”
“He can't be that stupid,” Bill said disbelievingly. “No one can. It's just not possible.”
“In our third year, Hagrid brought Hippogriffs to school. He taught us about how we shouldn't insult them because it may very well be the last thing we did, and then he let us at them,” Harry said, a tear of mirth in his eye. “Malfoy sauntered up to the biggest, meanest one of the bunch and said 'I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute'. The next thing anyone knew, he'd been slashed and Hagrid had a tough fight pulling Buckbeak back.”
“I stand corrected,” Bill said. “I guess people really can be that stupid.”
Harry apparated to Draco and Ginny's apartment first. He was the recon, and would be reporting back to Ginny's brothers if he found Pansy there...which he did not. He knocked on the door, and when Draco answered, not bothering to check the peephole, he punched him once in the mouth.
“Hello, Draco,” Harry said pleasantly, as though this was a meeting between friends. “Maybe you can clear up a little problem for me.”
“You punched me, Potter!” Draco snarled. “What's the big idea?”
“I've heard you're dating Pansy Parkinson now,” Harry said. “Now here's the kicker: you're still living with Ginny, who's practically my sister. See where there's a disconnect?”
“I'm not dating Pansy,” Draco said coolly. “I don't know where you'd get that ridiculous idea.”
“What about from Ginny?” Harry asked. “She saw you, you know. She saw you and Pansy playing tonsil hockey.”
“I did not kiss Pansy,” Draco snarled. “She kissed me.”
“Did you try telling Ginny that?” Harry asked.
“She should know by now,” Draco whined. “I mean, we've been exclusive for months. And besides, I like my ‘boys’ right where they are, and I have no intention of putting them in danger from Ginny's brothers.”
“Fair enough,” Harry said. “Be very sure you tell Bill, Fleur, Fred, George, Parvati, and Padma that.”
Draco paled. “You wouldn't,” he whimpered.
“I didn't,” Harry said. “I'm merely recon. The main force is right behind me.”
“Then I'm going with you,” Draco said quickly. “Where is Ginny?”
“Where else?” Harry asked. “Crying on my wife's shoulder.”
He looked past Harry and saw the main force gather. Bill, Fred, and George were all clenching their fists in rage while Parvati and Padma placed symbolic hands on their husbands' arms. Fleur Weasley stood slightly apart, her beautiful face twisted into a mask of nearly inhuman rage. She even looked bird-like as she fumed.
“Um, what's with her?” Draco asked Harry.
“Didn't you learn anything during the Quidditch World Cup?” Harry asked. “Ticked off Veela become birds and throw fire at whoever ticked them off in the first place.” He slapped Draco's shoulder and said, “Good luck. I would not want to be you right now.”
“You're not seriously going to leave me here, Potter?” Draco asked.
“Are you a wizard or not?” Harry asked as he apparated away. Draco cast one last fearful look at Ginny's brothers and sisters-in-law before following.
He appeared behind Harry with a sound like a car backfiring, startling the other man. “Merlin, try to work on that, would you,” Harry suggested, rubbing his ears. “You'll never sneak anywhere sounding like that.”
“I wasn't trying to sneak,” Draco said sourly. “I was trying to save my own skin.”
“Well, try not to wake the baby when you and Ginny hash things out,” Harry said. “Or you'll want to run back to her brothers.”
Ginny had been standing by the window, and knew the second Draco had appeared that he'd been thoroughly vetted by Harry and had passed. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She knew she loved the blond man, but his display earlier had hurt. She wiped a stray tear from her eyes and steeled herself to approach him.
Draco turned to see her and noticed the signs that she'd been crying. “Ginny, I'm sorry,” he began. “You probably won't believe me, but Pansy kissed me. Not the other way around. It's you I care about.”
“Why didn't you tell me that earlier?” she asked.
“Honestly, I thought you knew she didn't mean anything to me,” Draco said. “I know we've had a lot of fights about her, but I actually kind of liked the fighting...I think some guys do.” He turned almost questioningly to Harry, who nodded.
“I personally don't, but as I recall, Snape got off on being a bastard,” he confirmed. Draco shuddered.
“I thought I'd gotten past comparisons to him and my father,” he muttered.
“Get used to it,” Ginny advised him. She took a step closer to him and whispered, “I forgive you, I guess. But please, do something about Pansy. I want her gone.”
“I think that's a done deal, Ginny,” Harry said. “When this one escaped, everyone else was short a victim. I imagine Pansy's feeling the legendary Weasley Wrath right about now.”
“She won't trouble us again,” Draco promised. “I'll kill her first.”
“Hey, Auror right here!” Harry whined. “If I don't hear these things I don't have to do anything about them.”
“Sorry, forgot,” Draco said almost sheepishly.
Ginny smiled and kissed Draco. Things may break down again later, but for now all was well again.
“Ginny, marry me,” Draco said suddenly. “I'll prove that Pansy means nothing.”
Ginny squealed and leaped into his arms. Yes, everything was perfect.
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