Author's Note: This is the sequel to my fic Might as Well Have Kissed a Death Eater, but I think you can enjoy this fic without reading the previous one. From time-to-time I’ll add little reminders of what previously happened and if you get confused, feel free to email me or post a question in the review. I’m in love with reviewers!!
Category: Mystery/Drama/Angst/Romance What more could you ask for?
Timeline: Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s 7th year
Rating: PG-14 for violence, sexual insinuations, and mild swearing
It was the middle of August, the year of Draco Malfoy’s seventh and final year at Hogwarts. His father Lucius was unusually eager for him to return to Hogwarts and had an abnormal spring in his step the whole latter part of the summer break. Finding joy in proving other wrong, out of the blue, Draco decided to mention his relationship with a certain Weasley.
Over a not-so-extravagant meal of vichyssoise (a fishy soup) served ice cold, served by their House Elf, Dieter, Draco spilled the beans.
“What did you just say?!” his father demanded, nearly spilling his glass of wine all over the table.
“I said…Ginny Weasley and I are dating.” He grinned devilishly through the entire conversation.
“He heard you the first time,” his mother Narcissa commented with bated breath. “Finish your soup Lucius.”
Lucius ignored his wife, slamming his napkin on the table. “A Weasley? How low could you sink, Draco, to betray our family like this?” he chastised his son. “If you marry her, she’ll end up sucking all the wealth from our accounts…” Lucius partially joked. “The Weasley’s—”
“Have more children than they can afford,” he repeated his father’s lecture, only half-listening and not really caring what he had to say.
“Correct. And as muggle-sympathizers—”
“They aren’t worthy of attention from a Malfoy. I know father. I’ve heard this before.”
“Using her is, of course, allowable…” Lucius hoped this was the case. “Assure me you plan to break her little heart, and I’ll not say another word against it.”
“I have no intention of breaking her heart! How dare you suggest such a thing?!”
“You’re actually telling me you have feelings,” it sounded as though the word stung to speak, “for that carrot-headed Weasley.”
Draco swallowed unconsciously as he met his father’s icy gaze. With just one glance, his father knew it was true. “So what of it?!” He threw his napkin down, standing up, and left the dining room. He didn’t care what his father thought. He was seventeen and wouldn’t be living under his father’s rules for much longer. He noticed he fought with his father a lot more often these days.
It was only a matter of time before everyone in the wizarding world found out he and Ginny were an item. Draco was used to getting complaints and being harassed by fellow Death Eating families, but what about Ginny? What would her parents say when they found out?
“Miss Virginia Weasley…” Lucius pondered aloud after his son had left the dining room, “What the hell do you have that our son finds so attractive…”
“He’ll get over it, Lucius. He’s still just a boy…” She came up behind her husband, rubbing his shoulders. “If not,” she whispered in his ear, “there’s always fun ways to make sure that little tart isn’t a future wife...”
“I love the way you think, dear.”
“I know,” she grinned malevolently. “Now finish your soup… There’s a mound of vol-au-vent for dessert…”
Sixteen-year-old Ginny Weasley sat at the kitchen table with her father and mother. Neither one of her parents were speaking to her, which was unnerving. She had just told them about her and Draco.
“How long has it been going on?” her father asked gruffly without taking his eyes off the Daily Prophet.
“I don’t know for sure…” She thought back to last Christmas when she had thrown the toffees Draco had bought for her in his face telling him to choke on them and die. “I would say probably since New Years…after Ron punched Draco out.”
Her mother finally turned to her saying, “Are you sure we’re talking about the same boy… Draco Malfoy?”
“He really has changed, mum! I know it,” Ginny vowed without hesitation.
Mrs Weasley saw the emotion in her daughter’s eyes and heard the passion in her voice. “Well, if you really believe it, we can’t stand in the way.”
Mr Weasley added, “If he breaks your heart, don’t come crying to us…”
“Arthur,” Mrs Weasley chided. She turned her attention back to Ginny saying, “You’re old enough to make your own judgements. If you don’t listen to our advice, there’s nothing we can do about it. Just know that we love you and trust whatever decisions you make.” She patted Ginny’s hand.
As she smiled at her mother’s reassuring gaze, a sleek black owl glided into the kitchen from the slightly open door. Ginny knew the owl well. She had been exchanging letters with Draco all summer, with only a small break when she and her family had gone on holiday. She took the letter in hand while her father swatted at the bird ordering it to ‘Shoo’. She was reminded of what she wanted to ask her parents. “I told you in hopes you’d consider allowing him to stay here a few days before going to Diagon Alley.”
Mr Weasley roared, “I will not have a Malfoy in my house so long as I live! No Malfoy! No Death Eaters! No supporters of You-Know-Who!!”
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears as she cried, “Fine! I knew you’d say no! Just forget it!” She pushed herself up out of her chair. “Forget I ever asked for anything!” She fled from the room with her letter in hand. She remembered what she told Draco earlier that year when he asked her if she still wanted to be his girlfriend: “I know that this might not work out with us as couple because of everything going against us, but no matter what, I want us to be allies if not friends.” But she still felt like crying. Clutching the letter to her chest, she was comforted and didn’t need to cry.
Mrs Weasley felt horrible that Ginny was upset. “Maybe he is different from his father,” she suggested after Ginny had left.
“Impossible,” he replied. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“You know nothing’s impossible, Arthur. Maybe there’s hope that he won’t turn out like Lucius. Maybe Ginny has a positive influence on him.”
“That’s few too many ‘maybes’ for my taste, Molly,” he responded gloomily.
“Even if it’s just a chance, shouldn’t we should indulge her?” she wondered hopefully.
Mr Weasley simply resumed reading the Daily Prophet, forcing himself to pretend that nothing was wrong; that his daughter wasn’t dating a Malfoy. Just as the ruse was working, his eyes fell upon an article entitled, “Is a Malfoy-Weasley Wedding in the Cards?” He turned the page quickly only to find other similarly entitled articles. “Weasleys Find Their Fortune” with a picture of Draco Malfoy next to it.
Mr Weasley was far from pleased.
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