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The Snitch Life by StuckonPrivetDrive
Chapter 34 : This Is Love
 
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Chapter 34
“This is Love”

No one questioned Ginny when she went back to England and wanted to heal in her own bed at the Burrow. They did think it odd that her husband hadn’t insisted on moving in with her or show up to visit. This made her excuse for him when he left her alone in the hospital after she woke up less believable. The questions kept coming and wouldn’t stop, so Ginny finally announced she was going home. She packed up herself and Herman. But little did her parents know she no longer had a home. So she did what she did best and went crawling to Dean who graciously took her and Herman in.

She had been back in England for three weeks and now she sat in the kitchen of her and Draco’s flat. She wanted to talk to him but he wasn’t home. So she made a cup of tea and waited for him.
 
Everything had just gotten so messed up and she had been avoiding and getting her thoughts together and she was now ready to talk. She hoped Draco was as well, although he hasn’t made any efforts to contact her so it was a tossup. Perhaps the most to hope for was he would be calm.

She heard the lift door open and put down her cup. She got up and went out into the foyer. Draco was shaking out his wet hair.

“You’re all wet.”

He looked up startled, “that’s London weather for you,” he said taking off his jacket, “how are you feeling?”

“Much better thank you.”
 
“You look better.”

“I’ve been doing physical therapy five days a week.”

“Any word of when you’re going to get back on the pitch?”

“In the new year, it’s looking like I’ll get to go back to practice in late November but it will probably take that long for me to get back in shape. So the… the new year.”

“So what’s going on? Why are you here because you’ve already had me served,” she was quite clever waiting a few weeks before showing up, giving him time to cool down.

“I wanted to give those back to you,” she pointed to the boxes on the table. They held her wedding rings and his mother’s bracelet.

“Keep your ring, that’s yours.”

“I can’t its far too extravagant.”

“It was a gift, keep it.”

“It must have cost thousands.”

“Of course it did its custom.”

This was not making this any easier. He had her ring made which meant he planned that lovely night farther in advance than she thought. “I’m not keeping that. It was a lovely gesture but…”
 
“I’m not taking it back. Is that all you came here for?”

“No Palmer told me my hospital bills were sent here so I wanted to get those…”

“I took care of them, now is that it?”

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Well I did,” he shrugged.

“I also wanted to talk to you.”
 
“Well you’re not going to say what I want you to say so you might as well leave.”

"I want to apologize for everything.”

“It was my idea.”

“I know but …”
 
“Stop”

“Please just listen to me.”

“Why… how was either of us supposed to predict that I would fall in love with you. In what twisted universe does that make any sense?”

“None which is why we should talk about it”

“I think when you began legal proceedings that said enough! Not that I’ve been through this before but I think we were supposed to talk before you had me served!” He shouted. He hadn’t calmed down as much as he thought.
 
“So perhaps I wasn’t the most tactful in that sense. But you told me something huge and disappeared. It’s not every day you tell your wife you love her…”

“That’s enough”

“Oh come on…”
 
“I would rather not relive my humiliation!”

“It wasn’t humiliation.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you weren’t the one who was joyously cheering you on because I was proud and honored to have you in my life! Then watch you smash into the ground and not get up! I was more scared than I have ever been in my life and I have had some terrifying moments!” Ginny took a step back as he roared even though she was across the room from him. She was a little scared, “I have been falling deeper and deeper in love with you, against my better judgment I told you and you didn’t say a word...” he glared at her. “Then you had me served! We’ve been together for over two years. I thought we had at least gotten to a place in our relationship where you would have talked to me! We tell each other everything, remember!”

“I was caught off guard! I just learned of my condition and I never expected you to say anything like that but I do love you Draco… I’m just not in love with you.”

Draco turned away from her. He didn’t want her to see his face because he looked like someone just punched him in the stomach. “I’d really like you to leave.”

“Don’t be like that”

“Just go,” he stormed down the hall.
 

“Hey,” Dean said entering his flat.

“Hi”

“Oh my god you’re cooking,” Dean said looking up from the stack of mail he was sorting through.

“Yeah, I thought it was the least I could do since I have imposed on your home.”

“You know I don’t mind.”

“Well if you don’t have plans tonight we can have dinner. If you do I’m just going to kick back and enjoy your muggle viewing contraption some more.”

Dean laughed, “And the television sucks in another one… this is great, I don’t have plans.” He put the mail on the coffee table and dropped his briefcase in his arm chair.

“Where’s Ms. Patil these days.”

“I don’t know, I’ve been kind of busy but I always check in, she’s been acting weird.”

“How so”

“Well she’s a part time assistant at the Daily Prophet yet she too has been saying she’s busy. Busy doing what? She works three days a week.”

“You think she’s avoiding you?”

“Obviously”

“Hm… I wonder what’s going on with her.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, “so wine with dinner?”

Ginny laughed, “I can’t it messes with my medication I’ve got a couple more doses.”

“Well I guess I’m drinking alone.”

“Set us a couple of places, dinner is just about done… Herman down,” he got tired of dancing around Ginny’s legs hoping she would drop some food down. So he got up on his hind legs and put his paws up on the counter.

Dean flicked his wand two place settings set themselves at his kitchen counter. His small apartment didn’t have room for a table in his combined living room kitchen. “What do you want to drink?”

“Just water”

He got their drinks and grabbed the stack of mail and took a seat in one of the bar stools at the counter. “This is for you,” he placed a large envelope on the counter.

Ginny stopped what she was doing and picked up the envelope, “Shit.”

“What”

“Draco has not responded to the summons in the allotted time which means I’m going to have to set another hearing date.”

“How does that work?”

“Well I filed a petition for divorce and he was served papers informing him of such. I stated the reason was irreconcilable differences.”

“What irreconcilable differences?”

“Well he’s in love with me and I’m not in love with him. I would call those irreconcilable differences… He’s doing this to prolong things ...”

“Isn’t it standard to go through negotiations? Perhaps his lawyer will contact you with some terms,” said Dean reasonably.

“No he’s just being a pain in the ass; the negotiations would start after the hearing,” she tossed them on the counter and continued to work on dinner.

“So set another date.”

“I’ll have to. I don’t know what his problem is? I’m going to get out of this one way or another.” She reached across the counter and took Dean’s plate and filled it up. Then she filled up her own and joined him at the counter. “I don’t really know what I am doing but my lawyer said there is generally back and forth… although he also said he didn’t think I would have much because I am not asking for anything.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope, just taking myself, my dog, and my stuff”

“But you own that apartment.”

Ginny shrugged, “Draco can have it… I put some feelers out to find my own place. I don’t need anything that lavish. Perhaps something like this, I like your flat.”

“Actually I was thinking of moving someplace a bit bigger, perhaps a two bedroom or at least with an eat-in kitchen.”

“So the next time I get divorced I won’t have to sleep on your couch?”

“Exactly, you can sleep in the guest room.”

“Although your pull out is quite comfortable.”

Dean nervously played with the food on his plate. “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything,” she said between bites.
 
“It’s about Harry”

“Oh god,” she dropped her fork in frustration and picked up her glass. She wished it was filled with wine and not water.

Dean laughed, “It’s not bad or ridiculous.”

“Whatever just tell me.”

“Well of course he heard when you had your accident…”

“He didn’t come and see me while I was out did he,” she asked accusingly. She may have been unconscious but she would be furious to know he came to see her. That was in direct opposition of her wishes.
 
“No… he wanted to. But he said you wouldn’t like it. He asked me to ask you if it would be alright if you two met up to talk.”

“Did he pass you a note during potions class?”

“Actually he whispered it to me in a crowded lift at the Ministry.”

Ginny thought for a few moments. She was fully aware that Harry cared about her and she was sure he was just concerned. But she really didn’t want to see him. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“That is actually what I told him you were going to say but I said I would pass on his request.”

“Tell him nothing unless he comes to find out the answer. If he does just tell him thanks for his concern but I am concentrating on healing… I can’t deal with this right now.”

“I’ll try to put a better spin on it.”

“He’ll take the opportunity to grill me about my marriage and give me a sanctimonious speech about my life choices. Although he won’t say the issue is I chose someone who is not him.”
 
“That does quite sum up our Harry… do you think you made a mistake?”

“No marrying Draco actually opened so many doors for me… so mission accomplished.”

“I meant about Harry but I suppose that answers that question as well.”

“Let’s stop talking about Harry.”

“So what did you do today?”

“Um… I went to physical therapy and I went to talk to Draco.”

“How did that go?”

“Oh you know… he hates me.”

“And all is right with the world.”

“What did you do?”

“Oh well, I began the arrangements for international tournament… the Falmouth Falcons were extremely hard since half the team aren’t allowed in several countries due to misconduct.”

“Ah yes, I remember the days of travel,” Ginny said dreamily.

“I remember making travel arrangements for hundreds of players and personnel,” Dean said as if it was a headache.

“Your job is so glamorous.”

“I know right,” he said sarcastically.

“Although I’m not really sure what you do other than travel frequently.”

He chucked, "well I do that and I attend all the international Confederation Events to represent the league."

"That does seem glamorous."

"I suppose it can be but Clark Gaines and Wilford can overrule me at any moment. I plan for the UK in the World Cup, in the international tournament, and at training camp. I'm the reason you don't have to go through any procedures to leave the country; I set the international playing schedule for all the teams."

"Darren doesn't do that?"

"No he gives me the final roster of who's going... So I am aware that in three weeks the Harpies will be in Jamaica."

Ginny whimpered, “And I’m going to miss it. I’ve never been I want to go.”

“So go on your own, go cheer on your team.”

“That’s not a bad idea but I think I’ll get to frustrated not being able to get on the pitch.”

“Understandable but you’ll be back.”

“Sorry for never asking what you do,” Ginny never inquired about the specifics of his job.

“Its fine, it’s really not all that exciting,” he shrugged, “but I love it… most of the time.”

“Well eventually you’ll be head of the league and you can have fun making everyone else do the grunt work.”

“True, poor Waldo, Clark Gaines runs him into the ground. Wilford comes down on him so he comes down on Waldo.”

There was a knock on the door, Ginny got up to answer it, “well with a name like Waldo Floyd being pushed around is inevitable.”

“That’s not right”

“I didn’t say it was a good thing,” she opened the door. “Hi, what’s up? Come in.”

“Evening, Hi Dean,” Palmer said entering the flat.

“Hello”

“Oh, sorry to interrupt I would have come at another time if I knew you were having dinner.”

“It’s ok, usually Ginny’s just sitting here watching television,” smirked Dean.

Ginny rolled her eyes, “anyway would you like to join us? We just started.”

“I don’t want to be an imposition.”

“It’s not a problem I’ll set another place,” said Ginny. “So to what do we owe this surprise?”
 
“I just have a bunch of stuff for you if you’re up to it.”

“Yeah shoot.”

“Well there are a few openings, a fashion show, and an opportunity to sit on the board of a charity.”

“What’s the charity?” Asked Dean

“The Women in Quidditch Association”

“Wow, really,” Ginny was surprised. The Women in Quidditch Association was a pretty big deal, “that’s very prestigious I’m surprised there’s an opening,” she put a plate in front of Palmer.
 
“Well Comet Rae stepped down,” Palmer informed them.

“Would you like some wine?” She offered. Comet was really retiring; she was pulling out of her Quidditch endeavors.

“Yeah thanks”

“Comet really stepped down,” Dean was surprised. “Usually retired women join things.”

“You act like she’s 70. She’s in her 30s, she’ll most likely just do something else,” Ginny took her seat again.
 
“There is also a premiere at the theater that you and Draco have been invited to,” Palmer went on.

Ginny busied herself with her dinner, Palmer and Dean looked down the counter at her. She continued to ignore them.

“What!” She looked up at him.

“What, what, you’re the one who suddenly got quiet,” defended Palmer.

“Fine… Palmer Draco and are separated for a bit.”

“I noticed, he disappeared from the hospital, we,” Palmer pointed at himself and Dean, “escorted you home from Mali and you told me to contact you here at Dean’s house.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you? I didn’t want to pester you while you healed.”

“Look we are not going public with this information until we have everything sorted out. It stays between us, got it.”

“I can keep a secret.”

“Good, now no plans involving Draco.”

 
The lift doors opened on Draco’s flat, it was all lit up and there was music on. It was odd considering he lived alone now and it was Lydia’s day off. Herman came prancing into the foyer…

“Hey,” Draco bent down rubbed him, he missed the little guy. “What are you doing here?” He stood up and went into the sitting room with Herman right on his heels, apparently he missed him too, “where’s your mother?”

“She’s right here”

Draco turned around as Ginny came down the hall from her bedroom. She had an arm full of clothing, “What are you doing here?”

“Packing,” she said walking pass him into the sitting room. Her trunks and luggage were open all over the room. She dropped her arm full of clothing in one of the trunks.

“In such an organized fashion”
 
She glared at him and went to folding down her clothes, “we need to talk.”

“This conversation seems awfully familiar.”

“Draco we’re getting divorced whether you like it or not.”

“I think I’ve noticed.”

“Yet you failed to answer your summons.”

“I didn’t have the time.”

“You need to make time so we can finalize things.”

“I don’t agree to the terms.”

“There are no terms other than let me go!”

Draco rolled his eyes, “if that’s all you came here for you know how to let yourself out.”

“Not going to happen. We are going to finish this right now.”

“I believe we were finished awhile ago.”

“But you won’t legally end it.”

“What is legality anyway?”

“I can get out of this marriage whether you sign the papers or not. But I would prefer to do this the civil way.”

“Oh yes this is all quite civil.”

“Look,” She stopped what she was doing to look at him. “I already apologized to you for the way I handled things and I am not going to do it again. You need to get it through you head that it’s over. I know you are not use to hearing no but it’s time to get use to it because I’m leaving you.”

The doorbell rang and Ginny went to answer it.

“Good evening Mrs. Malfoy, Palmer is here.”
 
“Send him up,” she closed the door and went to the lift and waited for him.

“Hey,” Palmer said getting off the lift. “What are you doing here?”

“Handling some stuff. What are you doing here?”

“Is Draco home I’ve actually come to see him”

“Yes he’s in the sitting room,” she led the way.

“Malfoy”

“Palmer”

“Oh my god, you’re packing,” Palmer said looking around at all the stuff. “I actually thought you two would work things out. You’re like the most dysfunctional functional people I’ve ever met.”

“Palmer the reason you came,” Ginny ignored him and got back on track.

“Imagine how cute the kids would have been”

“PALMER!”

“Sorry, I need to talk to you,” he gave his attention to Draco.

“About your tendency to show up at bad times and make people feel awkward,” Draco drawled.

“We could discuss that but this is about business.”

“Why I don’t have a manager?”

“I know that’s why Wizards Fortune contacted Seamus who contacted me. They want you on the cover.”

“I don’t think so”

“Why not it could be good,” he pressed

“Because I’m a Malfoy we don’t appear on the cover of magazines”

“Ginny are you going to help me here.”

“No, if he doesn’t want to do it that’s his choice,” she shrugged and went back to her folding.

Draco turned to look at Ginny, “really”

“It doesn’t matter to me if you’re on the cover of Fortune or not?”

“They want to do this whole real man behind the evil face and capture you in your natural habitat right here at home,” explained Palmer.
 
“No,” he crossed his arms.

“But…”

“Palmer we don’t allow cameras and random people in the house,” said Ginny, “so that’s definitely going to be a no.”

“I think this would be a good opportunity for the both of you. With Ginny out for the first half of the season, the issue will hit the stands about the time you begin playing again, instant sensation… with the whole divorce thing, still sensation.”

“You know what love, we’ll mull that over and get back to you. But right now Draco and I need sort some stuff out.”

“Alright, think about it and let me know. I’ll just let myself out,” he turned and left.

She waited a few moments to make sure he was gone before she spoke. “What is it going to take to get you to divorce me?”

“A better legal team than you’ve got”

“I can divorce you without your consent.”

“And I can block your petition.”

“What do you want?” She slammed a stack of jeans in her truck with unnecessary force, “The game is over, you’ve got what you wanted a cleaner image and even a pending magazine cover!”
 
“What makes you think that’s all I want?”

“Because you approached me with this ridiculous idea and that’s what you told me you wanted!”

“Well things change.”

“I know things have changed and they are about to change again. I know you don’t want this but it’s happening.”
 
“I really think we should take some time.”

“I agree which is why there is ample time between now and our next summons.”

“We’re not agreeing to the same thing.”

“I’m not going to rethink my decision… I just don’t feel the same,” she left the sitting room to get more of her things.

“What would it take to make you feel the same,” Draco went after her.

“I don’t know… who could ever possibly know something like that?”

“Well since this is about your lack of feelings you would know,” he followed her into her bedroom.

“You can’t plan to fall in love. Aren’t you the one who told me you weren’t expecting this to happen?”

“Yeah but…”

“I cannot stay with you just to make you happy.”

“What if I make you happy?”

“You do make me happy just not in that way.”

“Are you running off for someone else?”

“No of course not”

“Really because…”

“I am not seeing anyone and at the moment I have no plans to. I just want to get myself back together and back into the game.”

“Ginny… I um… I know I am not your first choice…”

“There is no one else to choose.”

He sat down on her bed; he didn’t know what he would possibly say to make her change her mind. He supposed the only way to make her fall in love with him was to use magic and that seemed hard and time consuming.
            Herman came and jumped up on the bed, he curled up next to Draco. Draco began rubbing his head. What were they going to do about everything? They have a home, a joint checking account, and a wall safe.
            He just sat there as Ginny went about packing. He had plans this evening and he had only come home to dry off.

“We need to discuss… the flat,” Draco said when Ginny came back into the room. He wasn’t looking at her; he was just off in his own world, somewhere between his mind and Herman’s head.
 
“You can keep it… I’ll find someplace smaller, a bit more me.”

“When you decorated this place, it seemed like you did it for us.”

“I did, we were both living here so it seemed like the right thing to do. You put the most money into this place.”

“Yeah but you made it our home.”

She sighed, “I am going to miss you.”

He chuckled and stood up, “I have to be some place so I am going to get out of here and just leave you to it.” He left her bedroom. He went to his room and quickly changed his clothes. He went to his dresser and put a key in the hole of the top drawer; he unlocked it and pulled it out. In it was the home to a beautiful and expensive watch collection. He ignored the elegant timepieces and picked up the little red box that had Ginny’s engagement ring in it.
            Ginny was still in her room, her handbag on the desk in the study. He dropped the ring in her bag and headed for the lift.

Herman came prancing in he bent down, “take care of your mummy and remember the attack word, Potter.” He barked and Draco kissed him on top of his head and left.
 

The Savoy
London
The Beaufort Bar

Draco entered the dark elegant bar. The space was black and gold and lightly scattered with well dressed people on this Tuesday evening. He looked around at all the muggles enjoying their expensive hops. He saw who he was looking for sitting at the bar. He crossed the room.
 
“Hey”

She looked up at him and smiled, “hi love,” she stood up and hugged him. “You look awful man.”

“Thanks Sophie.”

She chuckled, “would you like to sit here at the bar or get a table?”

“Let’s get a table,” he signaled the bartender, “may I get a scotch rocks and do you want anything?”

“Another white wine please,” Sophie told the Bartender and they went off and found a secluded table.

“So how are things?”
 
Draco shrugged, “I’m ok and I’m not ok.”

“I know… Gunter told me.”
 
“So you aren’t just in town to shop?”

“Of course not, I live in the country with the best shopping in the world.”

“Yet you moved out of Paris.”

“Marseille is beautiful.”

“And far away from your mother”
 
“Exactly, Yves and I bought a house and we just finished it. We were thinking about having the gang over for the holidays.”

“You’re like a real married couple.”

“Yes we are and from what I hear you’re not.”

“Your scotch rocks sir and another white wine for the lady,” the bartender brought their drinks over.

“Thank you, right on time,” Draco said.

“Don’t worry no one else knows.”

“How does Gunter know?”

“Well according to him he knew all along… and he went to see Ginny in the hospital where apparently you were missing in action.”

“He went to see Ginny?”

“Yeah, she’s kind of grown on us. But don’t worry you’re still our favorite. How is she recovering?”

“She’s doing quite well… She’s getting back in shape… you can barely tell she was off her feet.”

“That’s good, it was just so mortifying. It was all over the papers and the wireless,” she played with her wine glass. “I can’t imagine how… how many feet did she fall?”

“Um… about 20, I um…” he put his head in his hands.

“Oh my god, darling I’m so sorry,” she placed her hand comfortingly on his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
He sat up, “I still can’t believe it, I was so terrified… when she got to the hospital the healer said it was lucky any higher,” he put his head in his hands again. He could have lost her that night. He would have lost her and she never would have known how he feels about her; although it didn’t matter because his declaration of love was the sole reason for their divorce.

Sophie couldn’t believe this; she placed her hand on his shoulder again. She’s never seen him like this, “we don’t have to talk about this. I am so sorry for bringing it up.”

“You didn’t bring it up, it’s up. My wife of eight months has left me,” he ran his hands through his hair. “It’s kind of all in the air.”

“Ok so how are you?”

“I’m happy that she’s recovering so well and she wants a divorce.”

“I’m sorry; I know that you care about her… I realize that you two were married in some scheme but what happened that it fell apart other than the obvious.”
 
“What’s the obvious?”

“That this was a stupid idea,” she said sharply. “Honestly Draco what the hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, I don’t need this!”

“I know that’s why you didn’t tell me because I would have told you not to do it!”
 
“What happened to the tender Sophie of a moment ago?”

"She’s still here but right now she needs to point out your foolishness.”

“Look I realize this is stupid but it just didn’t work out.”

“Stop lying!”

“Fine I love her, ok; you happy?”

“No I’m not happy, you are clearly distressed and I am aware you love her. What would make me happy is if you get real with me and tell me what is going on with you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at her and took a gulp of his scotch, “… I needed some help. I came up with a plan and she needed some help so she agreed.”

“Now where does the love come into play?”
 
“We’ve been spending so much time together I just fell for her… it was really quite silly.”

“There’s nothing silly about love, there is a whole lot complicated about it but nothing silly. She doesn’t feel the same?”

“No… she says she cares about me and loves me but she is not in love with me.”

“Next question, what did you need help with?”

“You know of my situation…”
 
“We’re among the muggles for a reason, just talk straight.”

“I fucked up getting involved with Voldemort and I was shunned. The wholesome country girl made me look good.”

“They think you’re all reformed and stuff.”

“Exactly”

“I suppose they didn’t bother to get to know you.”

He glared at her, “Anyway, she was trying to make first string. Imagine how intriguing it was that the wholesome girl who use to be Harry Potter’s flame looked dating the bad boy Malfoy.”

“Like a seat filler, marketing maven, first string Quidditch player,” Sophie responded knowingly.

“And that is the relationship of Draco and Ginny.”

“Astoria Greengrass is looking pretty good right now, huh.”

Draco shook his head he couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I feel better with her. I feel as if I am needed, I feel responsible, I feel appreciated. She makes me better.”
 

Ginny sighed, “I’m getting divorced,” she took a sip of her fire whiskey. She and Dean were sitting up on the pull out bed watching television and drinking.

“Padma’s pregnant”
 
“Oh my god,” Ginny squealed excitedly, “I’m going to be an Aunt!”

“Don’t get too excited,” Dean took a long drag of his fire whiskey. “It’s not mine”

Ginny’s face fell, “excuse me, Padma Patil is a lying cheating whore, who would have thought.”

“She’s a mother to be, therefore we shall not refer to her as a whore,” he defended. “But the lying cheating bit is all good.”

“So I suppose that’s why she’s been avoiding you.”

“Yup… she said she didn’t know how to tell me.”

“So there’s someone else?”

“No… she had an indiscretion.”

“How polite of you, she fucked up.”
 
“You’re a mean drunk.”

Ginny laughed, “She never seemed to me like one to have a one night stand.”
 
“Yeah she’s nothing like you.” Ginny punched him and he laughed, “I can’t believe this.”

“Me either she waited so long to give it up, only to end up with child.”

“Being young, while being an adult is hard work.”

Ginny rested her head on his shoulder, “how did we get ourselves into this situation?”

“You’ve got me there babe.”

“You could say I’ve had a pretty exciting life…”

“That’s the understatement of the year,” scoffed Dean. “You’ve made a professional Quidditch team, got an endorsement deal with one the best Quidditch glove company’s in all of Britain, played in a world cup in Africa and married probably the most eligible bachelor of our generation and you’re only recently 21. I’d say your life has been pretty amazing.”

She shrugged, “I suppose when you put it that way, it sounds great.”

“Well yeah until we add in the divorce and the fact that you didn’t win the world cup,” Ginny playfully hit him on the arm.
 
“I’m a scorned woman destined to have seven husbands”

“The way I see it you’ll marry Harry have three children all named of people who have profoundly affected his life, leaving you with your under parts stretched out all wonky and a bigger middle than you ever hoped to achieve. Just like most children they will always call for mummy leaving Harry to run about with his friends and you feeling like you are drowning in a hell of your own creation. You can’t leave Harry for not helping you because you’ll get stuck with the children which would be even worse because that’s even less work Harry has to put in. Leaving him to only see them every other weekend giving him plenty of time to move on and start a whole new family, leaving your children with resentment so much so that they never go to their fathers on the weekend anymore. They are now always with you,” Dean finished

Ginny stared at him in complete bewilderment, “you’ve given this quite a bit of thought haven’t you?”

He opened another firewhiskey before he said anything, “yeah but usually I think that’s how my life will be except for the giving birth bit of course.”

“Or we’ll just be alone forever and everyone wondering what we did to make our lives turn out this way.”

“Well when we’re forty and still alone we could always marry each other.”

“My forty or your forty,” she asked.

“Yours give me an extra year to find that special someone.”

“It’s a date. Am I wrong?”

“For what”

“Divorcing a man who loves me”

“Let’s ask the important question, do you love him? Wait before you answer,” Dean chugged the rest of his whisky.

“No I’m pretty sure I don’t but I care about him and perhaps one day I will love him.”

“One day is not a reason to stay with someone.”

“I know but… I don’t want to hurt him. Draco is a prat; I know this better than anyone. He’s stubborn, selfish and rude. But he’s not such a bad guy; he’s done so much for me and stood by me when he didn’t have to.”

“Isn’t that part of your arrangement?”

“Not really, it’s so much more. I don’t want to do this to him but what about me? Am I supposed to stay with someone I care about and possibly forgo the chance of meeting someone I want to spend my life with?”

“Whisky and popcorn are a good combination.”
 
“I’m serious”

“Me too… I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t like him and I would prefer you leave him but despite my annoyance with all this I understand you not wanting to hurt him. I also understand you doing what’s best for yourself… for example I feel the need to spend the rest of my life in a drunken stupor because my girlfriend got knocked up by some other guy.”

“I’m so sorry”

“Me too… I feel like such a fool for waiting for someone who just goes and gives it up to some random guy.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“No, she didn’t tell me and I didn’t want to ask… it would be funny if it was Draco.”

“That would not be funny!”

He chuckled, “you’re right but if this story was one of those ridiculous dramas that’s exactly how this would turn out.”

“Yes and only simpletons would believe that something like that is realistic.”

“Which is most of the population seeing as those films, shows, and books sell like hot cakes.”

“True… you know the worst part of all of this?”

“What”

“That I dragged Blaise through into it… although I suppose that’s the drama since he and Draco are friends-ish.”

“Why ish”

“Well they were rekindling their friendship, they were never that close.”

“And does saying ish make you feel better for falling for your boyfriends friend,” Dean asked candidly.

“What?”

“I mean you were sleeping with your boyfriend’s friend and that’s kind of shady.”

Ginny never really thought about it that way. She considered that they were friends and she could ruin their friendship but she didn’t consider that her admitting these things out loud was just away to dissolve her guilt. “I told Blaise I was selfish… that’s why I couldn’t, wouldn’t choose him.” She corrected, “I suppose all this makes me feel better… am I monster?”

“Well since you two weren’t really together I suppose it’s not as bad but you just said he’s been there for you so I then I suppose that is pretty bad.”

“Well he was seeing other people.”

“Were they friends with you?”

“No… but I shouldn’t have dragged Blaise into this… it’s not as if we had anything real.”

“Really, it seemed pretty real. He looked real messed up in Mali.”

“He was in Mali,” her eyes widened. She was shocked to hear this.

“Yeah, Draco didn’t tell you? He physically ran into me when he was getting onto the lift when I came to visit you. He just plowed into me.”

“He came all the way to Africa to see me?”

“No he went to the other Mali.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said climbing out of bed. She grabbed her clothes from the chair and went to the bathroom to change from her pajamas.

“What’s going on?”

“I have to go,” she said coming out the bathroom dressed.

“Go where”

“I have to see Blaise”

“Wait a minute,” Dean got up, “why? You two broke up a long time ago do you think that it’s a good idea to charge over there.”

“Well I think we need to finish unfinished business.”

“I think your business finished when you got married.”

“Look if he…”

“Yes he loved you, cared about you, that’s why he came to see you in the hospital but that doesn’t mean you need to open that wound again.”

“This is also why Draco was prying about there being someone else because he knew…”

“That’s bull and you know it. He’s insecure about Harry.”
 
“That’s ridiculous”

“Who would you choose if you had to a choice between wealthy world hero, hot young auror, and political hopeful or a wealthy guy who’s been on trial for crimes of terror and is studying to become a lawyer? A profession of people that often get compared to rats!”

“I don’t like you being so insightful.”

“I don’t like you not taking responsibly for your part in all this. I don’t like that you weren’t receptive about what this could possibly do to everyone involved and you still aren’t because you are ready to rush out of here and go bother Blaise.”

“I don’t think I will be bothering him.”
 
“I’m a guy, yes you would.”

“But…”

“Yeah during this time he’s hating you, loving you, getting drunk, and hoeing. I’m doing that right now, I can’t see Padma.”

“You’re not hoeing.”

“Because I have a house guest”



“This is Love”
 


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