Chapter One
The Burrow was practically empty when it came. Molly and Arthur where with Fred and George at the Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Bill was at work, and Ron was with Harry and Hermione at god knows where doing God knows what. So, Fleur sat at the kitchen table making sure that every thing was in order for her upcoming nuptials and Ginny in her room dreaming of things to come.
The door bell sang its song and Fleur jumped up and raced to the door. Taking a quick breathe she opened the door.
“ ‘ello.” She spoke with her usual French accent.
“Yes… I-I uh gotta package here for a… Ms. Genevra Weasley.” The man was admiring Fleur with a dazed look on his face.
“Ok. Where do I sign?” Fleur waved her engagement ring in the mans face. He shook his head slightly and handed her a clipboard.
“Here.” He pointed at the sheet of paper. She signed.
“Thank you Ms. Delacour.” he wagged his eyebrows at her. She just smiled, grabbed the little brown package out of his arms, and slammed the door in his face.
“GINNY!!!” She called. “It’s here!” Ginny came flying down the steep steps, a grin on her face “Here you go.” Fleur handed the slightly heavy, rectangular, brown box to Ginny who squealed.
“Would you charm it open? I don’t want to ruin it with a knife.” She breathed.
“Of course I will.” Fleur grabbed her wand off of the table. “Abrir delicadamente”
Ginny laughed and ran into the living room where her mother had placed an antique mirror. Laying the box on the table, Ginny gently lifted out a piece of sheer white fabric. The floor length veil was beaded with tiny diamonds around its edges. She giddily placed the hair comb in her hair and arranged it around herself. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn.
“Ginny I-“Fleur stopped in the doorway and gasped. “Oh blessed be to Godric you look beautiful!”
“Thanks.” Ginny smiled at herself again, before turning towards her brother’s fiancée. “Do you think I’m making the right decision?”
“Do you love him?” Fleur sat on the edge of the coffee table.
“I think so. It’s different with him. All the other boys were nice and sweet and great but he…he’s different.”
“How?”
“When I think of him I can barely breathe. I can sense him before he lets me know he’s there. I have never felt like this before.”
“You…you never felt like theez with ‘Arry?”
“No. With Harry it was awkward. When we kissed are teeth always clashed and I was always so nervous. I had had a crush on him for so long but…it never would have worked. I know that now.”
“How is it different with Draco’s kisses then it is with ‘Arry’s?”
“It’s passionate. When we kiss it’s like I’m floating on a cloud. Are teeth never ever clash and he makes me feel like I am the only person in the world that matters. I am never nervous when he kisses me. I know he accepts me and respects me. As a person.”
“Arry never respected you?”
“He did. In his own way; but he never asked me before he made a decision. When he did it was something that would have been okay for him to make on his own. The important stuff he always decided with Hermione” then as an after thought added “And Ron.”
“Then if you feel theez way, you need to act upon it. Don’t let anyone tell you that he isn’t the right one, because he probably is. If he makes you feel the way that Bill makes me feel then I am sure that is amour.
“How does Bill make you feel?” Ginny shifted her weight and adjusted the veil.
“Like I am finally at peace with the world and that I’ll always be safe with him.
Plus a ton more things that I couldn’t even begin to explain.” Fleur laughed.
“I feel like that with Draco.” Ginny smiled.
“Then it izz love.” Fleur stood and fingered the veil. “Anyvayz, I came in here to tell you that I need to floo over to my Mother’s and then I must go to Diagon Alley. You have at least a few hourzz before anyone gezz back. I think you might invite a friend over?”
“Fleur, who would I- Oh. Yes, I think that that is a splendid idea. Have fun at your mothers.” Ginny smiled as Fleur walked over to the fireplace and whispered her destination. When she had disappeared Ginny’s smile widened as she took another look in the mirror. Sighing, happily, as she gently took it off and placed very neatly in the box she turned to face her house.
She felt suddenly different as she looked at her self in the mirror. She looked the same as she had the day before but it dawned on her quiet suddenly that in a mere few weeks she would be someone different.
Come to think of it, she already was different. She was lying to the world. Hiding from her family the one person she loved more than anything. Of course by not telling her parents or family she was saving his life. Her life. She was saving both of there lives because Draco was her life. He was everything to her. He was her whole world and she knew she was his.
She studied her face in the mirror. She had the Weasley red hair and Chocolate eyes. She was Ginevra Molly Weasley, but soon she would be Ginevra Molly Malfoy. Turning away from the mirror her eyes rested on her parents wedding photo on top of the mantle. Her mother looked so happy there, so beautiful in her dress. Her father was beaming. Her grandparents were behind them smiling as well.
“You will never have a moment like that, Ginny” She told her self out loud. “Your parents will not be there for the most important day of your life. Not unless you marry Harry Potter.”
“Yes?” Came a male’s voice from behind her she jumped.
“Harry! Hi. How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long. Just heard a voice so I came in here and you said my name.”
“Talking to yourself already, then, Gin?” Ron came out of the kitchen a grin on his face. Ginny ran to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
“No I am not talking to myself. I missed you! Where were you?”
“Whoa! Slow down. I’ve been staying with Harry at the Dursley’s until he could leave and Hermione came home with us.”
“Hey, Ginny.” Hermione smiled from the door frame. Ginny smiled back.
“What’s this? Someone sent a package?” Harry started towards the box.
“No!” Ginny screamed. “I mean, No, don’t it is a sur-” but Harry had already reached the box and had it partially open.
“What is this?” His hands pulled out the veil, rather roughly, I might add.
“Be gentle with it!” Ginny snapped. Honestly this boy was clueless. “It is a veil. It is Fleur’s.” The lie came out so easily it surprised her.
“It’s addressed to you.” Hermione had walked over to admire the veil.
“I thought she was wearing the goblin made one?” Ron asked, and then added playfully “Is it yours then, Gin?”
“No it is not! What would I do with a veil? Huh? Ron? Huh?” Ginny realized a little too late that by snapping at Ron like that she was raising suspicion. “I’m sorry Ron it’s just that I am so tired and I’ve been stressed lately with the war and all. I think I might go take a nap.” Ginny placed the veil back in the box, gently, before turning back to the trio. “Now, don’t you go telling anyone about this veil? I don’t want Fleur to feel guilt-ed into wearing it. I forgot about the goblin veil. I’ll return this one as soon as possible.”
“All right” they said in sync.
“All right. I’ll see you all later.” Ginny marched up the stairs and raced into her bedroom closing the door she leaned back onto it. ‘Damn, that was bloody close!’
“What was close?” a voice asked. Ginny whirled around!
“Draco!” she gasped. He was sitting on her window sill staring at her with those beautiful eyes of his.
“Ginny!” he mocked.
“Shut up!” Ginny set the box down on her vanity before walking over to him, to place her milky arms around his neck and pull his face down to hers so that their eyes were level and their foreheads touched. “I missed you.” Her lips descended upon his and the moment their lips grazed Ginny felt the electricity that was there whenever they touched. Draco’s hand was soon tangled up in her red locks, while his other caressed the skin about her navel. Ginny giggled against his lips before pulling away slightly not moving her arms.
“I missed you too.” Draco pulled her hands down from his neck and held them to his mouth before placing them by his fast beating heart. “See what you do to me?”
“I already know what I do to you.” Ginny smiled, wickedly, down at him.
“Oh, but you don’t!” Suddenly Draco’s face contorted, as if he where in pain.
“Draco! Draco, what’s wrong?” Ginny bent so she knelt in front of him. “It’s your arm, isn’t it? Oh, Draco! Let me see it!” Ginny made to unbutton the cuff of Draco’s fancy button-down but he pulled away. “Let me see it! Draco, I swear, let me see it!”
“No! It’s fine! I’m fine.” Draco lied again pulling away from the beautiful red head.
“Baby, let me see it. Please. I just want to-” Ginny stopped mid sentence. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. “Fine, have it your way.”
“Oh, come on now! Don’t ya be like that, lass.” Draco put on the Irish accent he knew would cheer her up. She smiled and then turned and walked over to her vanity.
“You know, looking in yourself in the mirror all day, love, will make you ugly. The Gods don’t like people vain.” He joked as Ginny began brushing her hair.
“You would know! That is all you ever do, love, is look at your pretty face. Now I know why you look the way you do.” Ginny mocked. “Remind me, I have to go congratulate the Gods for a fabulous piece of modern art!”
“You bloody wench! I could kiss you for that!” Draco said happily.
“Yes, I have defiantly been spending way to much time with you.”
“Ginny, what’s in the box?” Draco’s eyes came to rest on the parcel.
“Oh, it’s nothing of importance, really.” Ginny set the brush down before moving the box.
“Let me see it!” Draco got up from the bed and picked it up.
“Put it down! Draco, you can’t look! It’s a surprise!” Ginny tried to grab the box but Draco was too quick for her. He began to slowly open the box.
“Whatever’s in here shouldn’t be that incriminating” Draco joked.
“Draco, Stop you can’t see it. It’s my veil!” Ginny practically screamed.
“Oh.” Draco’s hands stopped opening the box and he carried it to the corner of the room and placed it on top of Ginny’s wardrobe. “Guess I can wait until the wedding, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ginny breathed. This was something she didn’t want Draco to see until the day they became husband and wife. She wanted him to see her on that day and want her like he never had before. It was going to be a surprise.
Suddenly footsteps could be heard up the stairs and someone’s voice carried to the bedroom. “Ginny?”
“Oh my gosh! Hide, Draco, hide!” Ginny quickly pushed Draco under her large bed, and heard a pop before heading towards the window sill herself.
“Gin?” a knock echoed through Ginny’s bedroom.
“Come in.” She breathed.
“Hi.” Harry smiled as he opened the door.
“Hello, Harry.” Ginny realized too late that she had said it wistfully.
“How are you?” Harry stood awkwardly in the door jam.
“I’m doing fine.” Ginny smiled, He really was too noble.
“Are you sure?” He made his way into her room and sat on the chair by the vanity. “You seem a bit frazzled.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You said that earlier. Ginny, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I know I hurt you but-”
“Oh stop being so bloody noble! You didn’t hurt me! You actually did something I was going to do anyways! I love someone else! Someone who is ten times the man you are, and yet you condemn him for following in the ways of his family!”
“What?” Harry was shocked by Ginny’s show of emotions. “You were going to break up with me?”
“Yes, noble Harry, yes. You were great, wonderful; I loved you even, once upon a time. Then one day I woke up! I realized that you would never ever notice me the way I wanted you to.” Ginny paused for a breath before continuing. “When you kissed me that first time I tried to love you, the way you said you loved me but, Harry, it’s hard to love someone who you know is just going to play hero and leave you because there are ever so noble.”
“I was NOT playing hero! Ginny, I hated to leave you, I did. I loved you!” Harry tightened his fists in frustration.
“No, you didn’t! Harry, I know.” Ginny said quietly.
“Know? Know what?” Harry peered through his round glasses.
“In your fifth year there was that whole thing with Cho. That’s how I found out. I had always wondered but somehow I never really thought that it’d be you. I always thought that it would be Ron.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Hermione Granger.” Ginny watched Harry’s reaction. He, very quietly gasped, shook his head, and then breathed out slowly.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Harry said defiantly.
“Yes, you do. While we were together I saw the looks you gave her, when you mentioned her name your voice softened, the way you were, probably un-knowingly, always comparing me to her. Harry, you love Hermione.”
“No.” Harry gritted out. “No, Ron does.”
“I know he does, that’s why it’s so hard for you. Your best friend loves the same girl you love.” She let this sink in.
“Ron loves her.” Harry spoke more to himself than to her.
“Harry, last year Hermione was acting a little strangely, when Ron was with Lavender. Was she faking it?”
“What?”
“When Ron was with Lavender, did she really want Ron or was she covering up for the two of you?”
“When Ron was with Lavender she liked him. She did, she’s told me so. Then, after the year ended, when her and Ron, ‘got together’ she said that they really weren’t compatible.” Harry sunk his head.
“Does Ron know?” Ginny stared at him.
“I think he is starting to catch up.”
“Well. I won’t tell him if you won’t!” Ginny laughed.
“Who do you love?” Harry said deeply.
“You know, I never did get that nap, did I?” Ginny pointed lightly to the door.
“Bye, Gin.” Harry chuckled.
“See ya!”
The veil
The Burrow was practically empty when it came. Molly and Arthur where with Fred and George at the Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Bill was at work, and Ron was with Harry and Hermione at god knows where doing God knows what. So, Fleur sat at the kitchen table making sure that every thing was in order for her upcoming nuptials and Ginny in her room dreaming of things to come.
The door bell sang its song and Fleur jumped up and raced to the door. Taking a quick breathe she opened the door.
“ ‘ello.” She spoke with her usual French accent.
“Yes… I-I uh gotta package here for a… Ms. Genevra Weasley.” The man was admiring Fleur with a dazed look on his face.
“Ok. Where do I sign?” Fleur waved her engagement ring in the mans face. He shook his head slightly and handed her a clipboard.
“Here.” He pointed at the sheet of paper. She signed.
“Thank you Ms. Delacour.” he wagged his eyebrows at her. She just smiled, grabbed the little brown package out of his arms, and slammed the door in his face.
“GINNY!!!” She called. “It’s here!” Ginny came flying down the steep steps, a grin on her face “Here you go.” Fleur handed the slightly heavy, rectangular, brown box to Ginny who squealed.
“Would you charm it open? I don’t want to ruin it with a knife.” She breathed.
“Of course I will.” Fleur grabbed her wand off of the table. “Abrir delicadamente”
Ginny laughed and ran into the living room where her mother had placed an antique mirror. Laying the box on the table, Ginny gently lifted out a piece of sheer white fabric. The floor length veil was beaded with tiny diamonds around its edges. She giddily placed the hair comb in her hair and arranged it around herself. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn.
“Ginny I-“Fleur stopped in the doorway and gasped. “Oh blessed be to Godric you look beautiful!”
“Thanks.” Ginny smiled at herself again, before turning towards her brother’s fiancée. “Do you think I’m making the right decision?”
“Do you love him?” Fleur sat on the edge of the coffee table.
“I think so. It’s different with him. All the other boys were nice and sweet and great but he…he’s different.”
“How?”
“When I think of him I can barely breathe. I can sense him before he lets me know he’s there. I have never felt like this before.”
“You…you never felt like theez with ‘Arry?”
“No. With Harry it was awkward. When we kissed are teeth always clashed and I was always so nervous. I had had a crush on him for so long but…it never would have worked. I know that now.”
“How is it different with Draco’s kisses then it is with ‘Arry’s?”
“It’s passionate. When we kiss it’s like I’m floating on a cloud. Are teeth never ever clash and he makes me feel like I am the only person in the world that matters. I am never nervous when he kisses me. I know he accepts me and respects me. As a person.”
“Arry never respected you?”
“He did. In his own way; but he never asked me before he made a decision. When he did it was something that would have been okay for him to make on his own. The important stuff he always decided with Hermione” then as an after thought added “And Ron.”
“Then if you feel theez way, you need to act upon it. Don’t let anyone tell you that he isn’t the right one, because he probably is. If he makes you feel the way that Bill makes me feel then I am sure that is amour.
“How does Bill make you feel?” Ginny shifted her weight and adjusted the veil.
“Like I am finally at peace with the world and that I’ll always be safe with him.
Plus a ton more things that I couldn’t even begin to explain.” Fleur laughed.
“I feel like that with Draco.” Ginny smiled.
“Then it izz love.” Fleur stood and fingered the veil. “Anyvayz, I came in here to tell you that I need to floo over to my Mother’s and then I must go to Diagon Alley. You have at least a few hourzz before anyone gezz back. I think you might invite a friend over?”
“Fleur, who would I- Oh. Yes, I think that that is a splendid idea. Have fun at your mothers.” Ginny smiled as Fleur walked over to the fireplace and whispered her destination. When she had disappeared Ginny’s smile widened as she took another look in the mirror. Sighing, happily, as she gently took it off and placed very neatly in the box she turned to face her house.
She felt suddenly different as she looked at her self in the mirror. She looked the same as she had the day before but it dawned on her quiet suddenly that in a mere few weeks she would be someone different.
Come to think of it, she already was different. She was lying to the world. Hiding from her family the one person she loved more than anything. Of course by not telling her parents or family she was saving his life. Her life. She was saving both of there lives because Draco was her life. He was everything to her. He was her whole world and she knew she was his.
She studied her face in the mirror. She had the Weasley red hair and Chocolate eyes. She was Ginevra Molly Weasley, but soon she would be Ginevra Molly Malfoy. Turning away from the mirror her eyes rested on her parents wedding photo on top of the mantle. Her mother looked so happy there, so beautiful in her dress. Her father was beaming. Her grandparents were behind them smiling as well.
“You will never have a moment like that, Ginny” She told her self out loud. “Your parents will not be there for the most important day of your life. Not unless you marry Harry Potter.”
“Yes?” Came a male’s voice from behind her she jumped.
“Harry! Hi. How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long. Just heard a voice so I came in here and you said my name.”
“Talking to yourself already, then, Gin?” Ron came out of the kitchen a grin on his face. Ginny ran to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
“No I am not talking to myself. I missed you! Where were you?”
“Whoa! Slow down. I’ve been staying with Harry at the Dursley’s until he could leave and Hermione came home with us.”
“Hey, Ginny.” Hermione smiled from the door frame. Ginny smiled back.
“What’s this? Someone sent a package?” Harry started towards the box.
“No!” Ginny screamed. “I mean, No, don’t it is a sur-” but Harry had already reached the box and had it partially open.
“What is this?” His hands pulled out the veil, rather roughly, I might add.
“Be gentle with it!” Ginny snapped. Honestly this boy was clueless. “It is a veil. It is Fleur’s.” The lie came out so easily it surprised her.
“It’s addressed to you.” Hermione had walked over to admire the veil.
“I thought she was wearing the goblin made one?” Ron asked, and then added playfully “Is it yours then, Gin?”
“No it is not! What would I do with a veil? Huh? Ron? Huh?” Ginny realized a little too late that by snapping at Ron like that she was raising suspicion. “I’m sorry Ron it’s just that I am so tired and I’ve been stressed lately with the war and all. I think I might go take a nap.” Ginny placed the veil back in the box, gently, before turning back to the trio. “Now, don’t you go telling anyone about this veil? I don’t want Fleur to feel guilt-ed into wearing it. I forgot about the goblin veil. I’ll return this one as soon as possible.”
“All right” they said in sync.
“All right. I’ll see you all later.” Ginny marched up the stairs and raced into her bedroom closing the door she leaned back onto it. ‘Damn, that was bloody close!’
“What was close?” a voice asked. Ginny whirled around!
“Draco!” she gasped. He was sitting on her window sill staring at her with those beautiful eyes of his.
“Ginny!” he mocked.
“Shut up!” Ginny set the box down on her vanity before walking over to him, to place her milky arms around his neck and pull his face down to hers so that their eyes were level and their foreheads touched. “I missed you.” Her lips descended upon his and the moment their lips grazed Ginny felt the electricity that was there whenever they touched. Draco’s hand was soon tangled up in her red locks, while his other caressed the skin about her navel. Ginny giggled against his lips before pulling away slightly not moving her arms.
“I missed you too.” Draco pulled her hands down from his neck and held them to his mouth before placing them by his fast beating heart. “See what you do to me?”
“I already know what I do to you.” Ginny smiled, wickedly, down at him.
“Oh, but you don’t!” Suddenly Draco’s face contorted, as if he where in pain.
“Draco! Draco, what’s wrong?” Ginny bent so she knelt in front of him. “It’s your arm, isn’t it? Oh, Draco! Let me see it!” Ginny made to unbutton the cuff of Draco’s fancy button-down but he pulled away. “Let me see it! Draco, I swear, let me see it!”
“No! It’s fine! I’m fine.” Draco lied again pulling away from the beautiful red head.
“Baby, let me see it. Please. I just want to-” Ginny stopped mid sentence. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. “Fine, have it your way.”
“Oh, come on now! Don’t ya be like that, lass.” Draco put on the Irish accent he knew would cheer her up. She smiled and then turned and walked over to her vanity.
“You know, looking in yourself in the mirror all day, love, will make you ugly. The Gods don’t like people vain.” He joked as Ginny began brushing her hair.
“You would know! That is all you ever do, love, is look at your pretty face. Now I know why you look the way you do.” Ginny mocked. “Remind me, I have to go congratulate the Gods for a fabulous piece of modern art!”
“You bloody wench! I could kiss you for that!” Draco said happily.
“Yes, I have defiantly been spending way to much time with you.”
“Ginny, what’s in the box?” Draco’s eyes came to rest on the parcel.
“Oh, it’s nothing of importance, really.” Ginny set the brush down before moving the box.
“Let me see it!” Draco got up from the bed and picked it up.
“Put it down! Draco, you can’t look! It’s a surprise!” Ginny tried to grab the box but Draco was too quick for her. He began to slowly open the box.
“Whatever’s in here shouldn’t be that incriminating” Draco joked.
“Draco, Stop you can’t see it. It’s my veil!” Ginny practically screamed.
“Oh.” Draco’s hands stopped opening the box and he carried it to the corner of the room and placed it on top of Ginny’s wardrobe. “Guess I can wait until the wedding, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ginny breathed. This was something she didn’t want Draco to see until the day they became husband and wife. She wanted him to see her on that day and want her like he never had before. It was going to be a surprise.
Suddenly footsteps could be heard up the stairs and someone’s voice carried to the bedroom. “Ginny?”
“Oh my gosh! Hide, Draco, hide!” Ginny quickly pushed Draco under her large bed, and heard a pop before heading towards the window sill herself.
“Gin?” a knock echoed through Ginny’s bedroom.
“Come in.” She breathed.
“Hi.” Harry smiled as he opened the door.
“Hello, Harry.” Ginny realized too late that she had said it wistfully.
“How are you?” Harry stood awkwardly in the door jam.
“I’m doing fine.” Ginny smiled, He really was too noble.
“Are you sure?” He made his way into her room and sat on the chair by the vanity. “You seem a bit frazzled.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You said that earlier. Ginny, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I know I hurt you but-”
“Oh stop being so bloody noble! You didn’t hurt me! You actually did something I was going to do anyways! I love someone else! Someone who is ten times the man you are, and yet you condemn him for following in the ways of his family!”
“What?” Harry was shocked by Ginny’s show of emotions. “You were going to break up with me?”
“Yes, noble Harry, yes. You were great, wonderful; I loved you even, once upon a time. Then one day I woke up! I realized that you would never ever notice me the way I wanted you to.” Ginny paused for a breath before continuing. “When you kissed me that first time I tried to love you, the way you said you loved me but, Harry, it’s hard to love someone who you know is just going to play hero and leave you because there are ever so noble.”
“I was NOT playing hero! Ginny, I hated to leave you, I did. I loved you!” Harry tightened his fists in frustration.
“No, you didn’t! Harry, I know.” Ginny said quietly.
“Know? Know what?” Harry peered through his round glasses.
“In your fifth year there was that whole thing with Cho. That’s how I found out. I had always wondered but somehow I never really thought that it’d be you. I always thought that it would be Ron.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Hermione Granger.” Ginny watched Harry’s reaction. He, very quietly gasped, shook his head, and then breathed out slowly.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Harry said defiantly.
“Yes, you do. While we were together I saw the looks you gave her, when you mentioned her name your voice softened, the way you were, probably un-knowingly, always comparing me to her. Harry, you love Hermione.”
“No.” Harry gritted out. “No, Ron does.”
“I know he does, that’s why it’s so hard for you. Your best friend loves the same girl you love.” She let this sink in.
“Ron loves her.” Harry spoke more to himself than to her.
“Harry, last year Hermione was acting a little strangely, when Ron was with Lavender. Was she faking it?”
“What?”
“When Ron was with Lavender, did she really want Ron or was she covering up for the two of you?”
“When Ron was with Lavender she liked him. She did, she’s told me so. Then, after the year ended, when her and Ron, ‘got together’ she said that they really weren’t compatible.” Harry sunk his head.
“Does Ron know?” Ginny stared at him.
“I think he is starting to catch up.”
“Well. I won’t tell him if you won’t!” Ginny laughed.
“Who do you love?” Harry said deeply.
“You know, I never did get that nap, did I?” Ginny pointed lightly to the door.
“Bye, Gin.” Harry chuckled.
“See ya!”
Leave a Review