Chapter 8 : Going Through the Motions
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“Going Through the Motions”
“So why is it now alright to see me?”
“It was always alright… I’ve just been busy.”
“You haven’t been out to the house,” Narcissa readjusted the napkin in her lap. The pristine pinnacle of high society was having lunch with her son in the dining room at the Seymour Inn.
“I know mum…”
“I’ve been worried sick….”
“I write to you all the time…”
“It’s not the same.”
“I know,” he looked her directly in the eye. “I should have made it a point to see you, especially since I’ve been back in the country since the New Year.”
She sighed, “I know you had a hard time. I’m so happy that you’re getting yourself together. I’ve never been so thrilled to pay your tuition in my life. So how did you first term go?”
“Really well,” he smiled, “I’m happy with it, my criminology professor Winthrop Firth has agreed to be my mentor. I couldn’t be more thrilled, he’s written all these intriguing books and he’s very respected. I enjoyed his class. I was so surprised when he agreed.”
“Wow… I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I got into this summer program that starts in July, I can’t wait.”
“That’s wonderful… I miss my school days. Studying in Paris, spending my afternoons with my head in a book by the Seine,” she said dreamily.
“Why don’t you go back?”
"To Paris or school?”
She chuckled, “I thought about taking some art classes. I ran into Dale on the high street and she mentioned you bought something.”
Draco hoped that’s all she mentioned and not that he was accompanied by a certain young woman. His parents didn’t read tabloids or any sort of society page where they might be mentioned. They were above that, “yeah, I went to her event a couple months ago. It was really good. The general idea was about absurd intimates. I have no idea how she comes up with this stuff. The exhibit closed three weeks ago and the paintings now in my storage unit if you want to see it.”
“Some other time, that way I can make sure to see you again,” she picked up her tea cup.
“You will see me again.”
“So how are they treating you here,” she looked around the restaurant. Draco wasn’t the only one who felt a cold shoulder after the attacks of Voldemort. There were still some who agreed but to be associated with the Malfoy’s didn’t look as good as it once did.
“Fine,” he wasn’t lying, the hotel seemed to value his patronage. It was the rest of the world that was the problem. “Room service arrives within a reasonable amount of time and someone makes my bed every day.”
“Sounds like home.”
“It really does”
“You should think about getting your own place.”
“I’ll look into it,” he was lying. He was not in the market for his own home.
“Good, also the Roiser’s are having brunch next Sunday. They would love to see you and so would your father.”
“I bet he would”
“He was wrong Draco… but he’s still your father.”
“I understand that but I’m not ready to see him just yet.” The last conversation Draco had with his father was about how if he just did what Voldemort asked everything would be alright. Well as everyone found out that wasn’t the case. He ignored his father for weeks while he awaited trial for his involvement with Lord Voldemort which was easy considering his father had to wait for his own trial in a cell in Azkaban.
“When do you think you’ll be ready?” Draco just shrugged, “could you at least try to make it happen by next Sunday?”
“Oh my god this is going to be amazing!” Sara squealed in delight as she, Ginny, Ann, Dean and Seamus waited backstage for the Ruckus music festival to start. “Ann I love you.”
“You say that now,” her current beau Robbie produced the event.
“Yeah this was so nice of you and to let us tag along,” Dean said gesturing to himself and Seamus.
“You’re welcome,” Dean and Ginny were a packaged deal and Sara had met Seamus at Ginny’s house warming. She thought he was cute and asked Gin to hook her up, she said she’d invite him to this and that was the end of her involvement in their romance. She hated playing match maker.
“Do you know who’s up first,” Seamus asked Sara. He was aware of the fact that he was there because she was interested.
She smiled, “yeah,” she allowed him to look on her program. “My Hairy Feet Don’t Smell… oh Gin, the Bent Broomstick are here.”
“So,” she shrugged. She wasn’t anxious to see them, she just wanted to dance, sing off key and totally rock out. This is the first festival she’s ever been to and the Weird Sister’s were closing the main stage tomorrow night. This was going to be awesome. She wasn’t worried about running into York Grant.
The drummer for My Hairy Feet don’t smell went out onto the stage and the crowd went wild. He began playing taking the time to have a killer drum solo. They moved up closer in the wings to get a better look as the rest of the band joined him on stage. They were jamming, playing an instrument version of their current hit song.
Ginny turned around. There he was with his beautiful curly hair pulled back. York Grant came striding up to her. “Hello”
“It’s been awhile”
“Yes it has,” she smiled coyly.
“Ginny can I talk to you for a second,” Dean didn’t wait for an answer and pulled her away from York. “So let’s think about this for a moment.”
“Think about what?”
“That coy seductive smile you were giving him. I know that look…”
“I do and don’t you have a certain man in your life. I don’t know him that well but he probably won’t like what’s running through your mind right now,” Dean eyed her.
There was nothing going through her mind. Sure he looked good, ok so he looked amazing. Ginny was aware of his extremely enjoyable attributes in the sack. Not that Dean knew this but her relationship with Malfoy was open. “It’s just a natural flirting thing. Nothing is going to happen and Draco need not here about any of this,” she walked away from Dean.
“So are you here for both days,” York asked her upon her return.
“Yeah, there is no way in hell I’m missing the Weird Sisters,” she explained.
"Here I thought you came to see me.”
She smirked, “sorry, the Bent Broomsticks just don’t do it for me.”
York moved closer to her so he could whisper in her ear, “that’s funny because I remember doing it for you over and over again.”
His warm breath by her ear made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She pushed him back, “uh huh.”
He laughed, “Fine, be like that. I’ll be here tomorrow. I’m filling in on guitar with the Screaming Banshees, if that bit of info is of interest to you.”
“It’s not,” she was sort of lying. It wasn’t of interest until she felt his breath on her neck.
“Oi, Grant come tune up your guitar,” one of the Broomsticks roadies called to him.
“It was great seeing you Weasley,” he said before walking away.
“You need to shag him,” Ann whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she stressed.
“I’m seeing someone,” she tried to sound as if she was proud to be attached.
“He’s not here and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” reasoned Ann.
“Only you would use that logic.”
“Yes but I’m getting laid tonight are you? Think about it,” she walked away.
As usual Ruckus came to town and tore it up. The festival took place in central England over the weekend. Not only did some of the top magical acts take to the stage and the event closed with a smashing performance by the Weird Sisters. As usual it also brought out a score of famed faces to see their favorite groups jam. A new favorite Ginevra Weasley of the Holyhead Harpies made and appearance. She was with teammates and friends. The only face missing was bad boy boyfriend Draco Malfoy.
The Farrow Group held their annual fundraiser on Thursday night. Draco Malfoy made an appearance with the lovely Ginevra Weasley on his arm. Ms. Weasley was the toast of the party.
Bad Boy Gets an Education
Draco Malfoy was spotted on the campus of the Wizarding Academy for Political Science and Economics yesterday. Apparently the young man is spending his summer in the books rather than on the beach.
“The Skeeter Report”
“Let’s talk about what caught my eye this week,” the radio host cheered into the microphone.
“What caught your eye,” said the co-host.
“She’s definitely someone to catch your eye, especially in the bust and the posterior.”
“That most certainly caught my eye,” the host agreed. “But she’s Harry Potter’s ex and has been getting really cozy with Draco Malfoy. They were at the Flying Horse races and the other day the two were all over each other.”
“I wish she was all over me.”
“The way she goes through men you may get your chance,” he laughed. “So first it was Potter, then it was Oliver Wood, followed by York Grant, Adrian McGuddle, and now Draco Malfoy. Next she’ll be dating Minister Shacklebolt and the deal will be sealed.”
“I wouldn’t put it pass her and actually we have the latest single from the Bent Broomsticks coming up now. Under Her Spell…”
“They’re under the Weasley’s spell. You’re listening to WWN the Beat…”
Draco was holding Ginny’s drink as she examined the new Firebolt 3. They were at a Which Broomstick event. They were showing off all the latest in flying.
“God that’s amazing,” she said in awe as she stepped away from the broom.
“It’s really nice,” he gave her back her drink.
“I thought you liked Quidditch?” She looked up at him, he didn’t seem more miserable then usual but she thought he might actually like this event. He just shrugged, “Oh,” she disappeared into her cup.
“Gin, I didn’t think you were coming.”
Ginny’s eyes widened as Ann approached her. She never encountered anyone she knew when she was out with Draco before. “Last minute,” she traded kisses with her. They all sort of stood there quietly for a moment. Ginny was sort of hoping she’d just go away. “Oh! This is my friend Draco,” she tried to act like she forgot he was standing there. “Draco this is Ann, she’s the reserve keeper.”
“Hello,” he shook her hand.
“Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you,” said Ann politely.
“All bad I’m sure,” he went on with the customary pleasantries.
“Yes actually it was, that’s why we were all so surprised when she said she was seeing you,” she laughed.
“So is Robbie here,” Ginny changed the subject.
“Yeah he’s around here somewhere,” she answered.
“Wait, let’s back it up. What has my lovely girl said about me,” Draco slung his arm around Ginny’s shoulders and pulled her close to him.
Ginny wished her cranberry juice was laced with Vodka, “oh babe, it was just a bit of girl talk.”
“What kind of girl talk,” he pressed.
“OK,” Ginny cut Ann off because she knew if given the chance she would give too much information. “Ann it was lovely to see you. I’ll see you at drills in a couple weeks but we were just heading out,” she removed Draco’s arm from her and pulled him away.
“It was nice meeting you,” he said over his shoulder to Ann, “Easy there love,” he smirked as Ginny pulled him through the crowd.
“GINVERA, DRACO OVER HERE,” the press outside called when they exited the building.
Ginny smiled and waved but kept moving as she pulled Draco on. He lessened his resistance to make it look like he didn’t mind being assaulted by a Weasley. They walked for a bit, she looked around to make sure they weren’t followed before she let go of him.
“What’s with the love bit,” she asked.
“What’s with the babe bit,” he countered.
“It seemed appropriate at the moment.”
He raised an eyebrow, “whatever, so your mates a little… saucy.”
“She can be yes”
“What have you said about me,” he crossed his arms.
“That you were annoying and I don’t know why I like you. It was a response that I could fool myself into believing, since I don’t like you the slightest bit. The bad things are the reasons they give me as to why I shouldn’t be with you.”
“It’s a good thing we’re not together than.”
“I know right, have good night.”
“Night,” he watched her turn and disappear.
About This Time Last Year
If you can recall which I know you can because I take every chance to bring it up. Kenmare Krestals Keeper Barry Ryan was caught with his pants down as he took part in all a whore house has to offer. Well apparently his wife was very forgiving because there was no word of a split. The family man was spotted in Mexico City last night having dinning with his wife and son who will be returning to Hogwarts for his second year in September. Ryan is currently in Mexico with first string players from around the global participating in the International Association of Quidditch’s training camp.
“The Skeeter Report”
It’s that time of year again. All of Great Britain’s Quidditch teams are back on the pitch. Training began this morning. Yesterday Wilford hosted the annual start of season brunch for all the players and officials at Freemont House in Arbury, Cambridge. The entire industry was on their best behavior in the presence of the notoriously strict man.
Ginevra Weasley is certainly becoming an it girl. She looked lovely at the Quidditch start of season brunch on Sunday in a pale blue silk mini dress. Her greatest accessory was probably her arm candy. Puddlemere United Keeper Oliver Wood, the two arrived together and left together. Isn’t she with Draco Malfoy? We love this girl she always keeps us guessing.
“The Skeeter Report”
Draco Malfoy was in the stands at the Holyhead Harpies opening day cheering his girl on. Well morally anyway, he was hidden behind sunglasses and didn’t smile once. Given he’s generally not captured with a smile on his face so this was no surprise. It could also be because he was watching his girl sit on the bench rather than play.
“You do have an office and assistants,” Ginny announced when she entered Jeff’s office on the third floor of an office building in Diagon Alley. Well it wasn’t really an office. It was like a huge walk in closet with hip music and a coffee bar.
“What can I say, I just want you all to myself,” Jeff greeted her. They hugged and traded kisses. “Thanks for consenting to coming to me, things have just been hectic its fashion month and all.”
“No problem,” she looked around, the walls were a beautiful shade of royal blue. The floors were white marble with gold flecks, beautiful dark wood furniture and built in closets with gold fixtures. There was a wall of floor to ceiling windows that looked out into Diagon Alley.
“I got some great pieces for you. Trevor will you bring the rack please,” he said to the young man who was sitting behind a desk. “The one I want you to wear tonight. I brought back from New York with me, it’s brand new.”
“Is it something I would like?”
“Probably not but whatever is,” he said as the rack arrived. He pulled a dress as blue as the walls out.
“Well at least it’s not all beaded and crazy like you generally pick.”
“They’re not crazy, they’re fun! Go try it on. You can go behind the screen in the corner.”
Ginny took the dress and disappeared behind the screen to slip into it. This was an emergency stop. She wasn’t having a clothing meeting with him for a couple weeks. But Draco got invited to this black tie dinner last minute and she said she would go. What are fake girlfriends for anyway? “You’re going have to help me with the back of this,” she came from behind the screen. She picked up the back of the dress so she wouldn’t trip. It was simple. It hung straight and flowed a bit at the bottom into a train. The back was open with multiple crisscrossing strings.
“It looks better than I ever imagined,” gushed Jeff as he moved behind her to tie her in.
“I actually like this.”
She looked out the window and noticed a man pacing in his office across the way. “Can people see in here?”
“No, it’s one way. The other side’s a mirror.”
“So what’s this thing for anyway?” When he finished getting her in she went to look in the full length mirror.
“I’m not that sure, I think someone’s being honored. Draco just asked me if I wanted to go and I just said yes,” she turned to look at her back, “I need smaller knickers.”
Jeff laughed, “Do you want to try on some of the other things or are you good?”
“No I think this is perfect for tonight. You can save the rest for next time. I’m just going right home now to change,” she went back over to him so he could undo her.
“I’m only loosening this so you can do it yourself.”
“Great, so how long are you in town for?”
“I’m leaving for Milan tomorrow. You literally just caught me.”
“Lucky me,” she skipped back behind the screen. “What a coincidence you just happened to get this dress.”
“It’s not. Palmer sent me a list of the things you have planned for the next few weeks so I was prepping. I saw this dress and you were the client I immediately thought of. Now I’m short one gown but it won’t be a problem.” She came back from behind the screen in her street clothes. “Trevor, will you bag this for her please. Thanks.”
“So how was New York? Is it as amazing as everyone says?”
“You’ve never been,” he was surprised, “it’s magical. I don’t mean the actual magic areas.”
“Wow,” Ginny wished she could travel. She wished she actually got to see how big the world actually was. “Do you go often?”
“So, so… this guy that I’m casual with lives there so it’s a shuffle thing.”
“Do you like that?” He grunted and shook his head, “is this a cocktail conversation?”
“You don’t know the half of it?”
She laughed, “We’ll do that when things calm down for you.”
“Here you go,” the young man came over and handed her a garment bag.
“Thank you,” she said accepting it. “I’m Ginny by the way.”
“Trevor,” he shook her hand, “I love you.”
She didn’t know what to say, “thank you.” He squealed in delight on his way back to his desk.
“You have a fan,” laughed Jeff.
“I suppose I do, it’s an odd feeling. Thanks for doing this I’ll speak to you later darling,” they traded kisses.
“Have fun tonight”
“Have fun in Milan, bye”
Ginny was hurrying to finish getting ready. Draco was going to be there to pick her up any moment. She was putting the finishing touches on her simple make up when there was a knock on her door. “Just a minute,” she shouted. She closed her lip gloss as she left the bathroom. She picked up her clutch from her bed and dropped it in. She took her apartment keys from the bowl by the door and dropped them in before she opened the door. Borden, Draco’s driver was standing there.
“Good evening Ms. Weasley,” he nodded politely.
“Hi, no Draco?”
“He’s waiting with the carriage on the roof.”
“Oh,” she closed her door and locked up. She then followed Borden up the hall. They went into the stairwell and went up. He opened the door for her at the top of the stairs. The sun was setting over Holyhead Island, it was absolutely beautiful. Draco was leaning against the carriage, his hands tucked causally in his pockets. He looked up at her.
Draco was pretending to be patiently waiting for Ginny, Borden only went in to get her a minute ago but he was frustrated with the whole situation. He was pretending to date Weasley and it wasn’t the most desirable situation. But it was working, granted he only got an invite for tonight yesterday, at least he got it. He was slowly but surely able to show his face. He heard the door to the roof open, he sighed and looked up.
It was so good that Draco was able to hide what he was thinking because as Ginny walked towards him, he couldn’t but help think she looked good. He didn’t want her to know that tonight she looked like someone he would be honored to have on his arm.
You sent Borden to do the dirty work,” she said stopping in front of him.
“Yup,” he stood up straight and opened the door to the carriage. “Hop in Weasel we’re going to be late.”
The roof top was equipped with warming charms, there was a string trio in the corner, it was dim lighting candles everywhere and Manchester was lit below them.
“What’s this for anyway,” Ginny asked Draco quietly as they were shown to their table.
“Awards Dinner for the dueling league”
“Why were you invited?”
“I have no idea,” he said honestly.
“Here you are,” the man pulled out Ginny’s chair for her. Draco took the seat next to her.
Draco and Ginny sat there not speaking as usual as guest still filed in and were seated.
“Oh my god,” whispered Ginny.
Draco turned to look at her, “what.” When she didn’t answer he looked to where she was staring, Potter and Granger were making their way towards them. When they noticed them, he watched as their faces grew with a mixture of shock and horror. They stopped in front of their table, “Potter, Granger what a surprise,” smirked Malfoy, “I always thought mud…” Ginny kicked him under the table to stop him from saying mudblood, “Granger was forever attached to Gin’s git of a brother. So imagine my surprise when I see you two together.”
“It probably rivals my surprise of when she told me she was seeing you,” spat Harry. “But Hermione and I aren’t together.”
“So where are you guys seated?” Asked Ginny politely
Harry sighed heavily, “Right here.”
“Oh,” she watched as he and Hermione sat down. She wondered if it would be too obvious if she faked a head ache and left. They all sat their quietly for a few moments awkwardly, Harry was busy giving Malfoy his best glare.
Draco was amused by the whole situation but Potter staring at him was creepy, “I’m going to the bar love, would you like a drink,” Draco asked Ginny.
“Yeah the usual”
“I’ll be right back,” he left the table.
“Love was it,” Harry raised an eyebrow.
“So ah Ginny,” Hermione didn’t want this evening to turn into a fight. “I love your dress, it’s a beautiful color.”
“Thank you, you guys look nice as well. What brings you out for the dueling league awards?”
“One of the honorees was my lab partner last term and he invited me,” Hermione explained with a slight blush. The look on her face almost explained completely why Ron wasn’t with her, he was probably jealous.
“Wow, that’s nice.”
“So he knows you’re usual,” Harry interrupted.
“What are you talking about?”
“Malfoy, you told him to bring you the usual,” Harry pressed.
“Well I’ve ordered a drink around him before I’m sure he noticed but I think we should stop talking about this.”
“Why, you never seem to want to talk about it. I think now is as good a time as any,” he sounded as if he was ready for a fight.
“It’s really not because we’re about to no longer be alone at the table,” she hissed in a whisper as an older couple approached. As they got closer she recognized them as someone Draco had introduced her to.
“Good evening…” the man said as he pulled out the chair for his wife.
“Evening Mr. and Mrs. Farrow,” Ginny said politely.
They took a good look at her, their eyes danced with delight. “Ms. Weasley it’s lovely to see you again,” beamed Mrs. Farrow, “you look beautiful dear.”
“Thank you, I love your brooch,” she indicated to the sparkly cluster near her shoulder.
“Thank you it was my Grandmothers,” she touched it fondly.
“Is Mr. Malfoy with you?”
“Yes, he’s at the bar. He should be back any moment,” she turned around to look for him. He was coming back towards the table. “Here he is now.”
“Was I missed,” he said noticing her watching him. He placed her drink in front of her before resuming his seat.
“Always babe but look who joined us.”
“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Farrow lovely, what brings you out tonight,” Draco asked politely before taking a sip of his scotch.
“Todd Hayley, one of the honorees is my partner’s boy so we came out to support,” Explained Mr. Farrow.
Harry sat there watching the exchange between Ginny and Draco and this couple. It bothered him, he didn’t like that he called her love. He didn’t like that she called him babe and that there were people that they knew as a couple, that their relationship seemed so grown up. He also didn’t like how Ginny appeared to be having a grand time as she and Draco made plans to have tea with them during the week.
He looked over to Hermione when he felt someone touch his hand. She leaned over and whispered, “It’s going to be alright.”
We Were Hoping for Fireworks
The dueling league held their awards dinner in Manchester last night. Draco Malfoy and Ginevra Weasley were there but the big interest of the evening was that Harry Potter was there as well. Apparently they were all seated at the same table to our extreme disappointment a brawl didn’t break out between our Hometown Hero and his Nemesis.
“The Skeeter Report”
York Grant and his crew were reportedly kicked out of a night club in South London last night after destroying the VIP room. Supposedly they were smashing glasses and letting fireworks off. The lead singer was detained by the LES for questioning about the allegations of destroying private property.
Oliver Wood was caught having lunch with Guillaume Chevalier, head of the French Quidditch Association. We tried to get information on the reason for the lunch but neither gentleman nor Wood’s people would comment on the meeting. Wood has a sparkling record for his home team Puddlemere United and is almost guaranteed a spot on Ireland’s next world cup team.
“Going Through the Motions”
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