Just Pretend

This chapter was beta-ed by my great beta Molls! Thank you!

Ginny watched Harry go upstairs. He just come back from the bathroom. Why would he go to the bathroom again--was he feeling ill? She moved to follow him. As soon as she rounded the corner, she could hear moaning. She saw Harry leaning against the doorframe, looking inside a door that was cracked. Ginny walked up behind him to see what he was staring at. She gasped sharply.

"Why are you watching?!" Harry jumped in surprised when he heard Ginny gasp.

"It's like a car wreck, you can't help but stare." Harry tilted his head to the side. "How does Malfoy get her to bend that way?" Harry asked more himself then Ginny.

"Come on, Harry. What will they all think when we aren't downstairs," Ginny asked.

Harry smirked at her. "I think I like what they would be thinking."

"I swear you never get enough of me. You are so greedy. More, more, more." Ginny said, shaking her head and beginning to walk down the stairs.

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Hermione watched Draco as slept. She moved a blonde strand out of his face. What was he thinking? She could always use legilimens look into his mind. He would be upset with her though.

Hermione needed to get back downstairs before her mother or father decided to look for her.
When Hermione got downstairs, Ginny looked disgusted. Tommy had thrown up on her. It was in her hair, running down from her hair to face and on her beautiful, white dress.

Hermione's Aunt Sammy took Tommy and looked at the poor girl with pity. "I'm so sorry, dear." Sammy told Ginny.

"Ohh, Ginny. How about you go take a shower while Harry goes gets you some new clothes," Mrs.Granger said. Hermione walked over to her mother first before she helped Ginny.

"Mom, why don't you just let her go home with Harry and shower there." Hermione asked.

"Because, dear, if she goes home, she and Harry won't be coming back anytime soon." Molly interrupted.

"While I'm thinking about it, are Fred and George coming later?" Jane asked Molly after Hermione went back upstairs.

"No, sorry, not this year. They have girlfriends now," Molly explained with a somewhat pleased smile.

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As Ginny stood under the hot water, she was disgusted beyond belief. What the hell were they feeding that kid anyway? It was all over her. The kid just kept puking on her. He must be a eating machine. Ginny scrubbed her body so hard the is was turning red not because of the water.

She examined the shampoos in the Grangers' shower. Morning dew. It would definitely be better than puke. But right now Ginny thought mud smelt better then the puke. It had come so close to getting in her mouth.

Then Ginny giggled. She thought back to a story her mom told her about when she was Tommy's age or so. Arthur was babysitting Ginny and was bouncing Ginny up and down on his knee. He then picked her up by her armpits. He swung her up above his head, making faces at her, and then she puked in his mouth.

Disgusting. Ginny smiled and scrubbed her hair even harder. She heard the door open and smirked. Harry. He just couldn't get enough.

With eyes closed tightly, Ginny hurriedly finished shampooing before it got in her eyes. But before she could rinse her hair, the curtain to the shower was ripped open and she was grabbed and kiss roughly. Those weren't Harry lips. She opened her eyes to see Draco.

Ginny screamed and she heard him yell about shampoo getting into his eyes and then Ginny punched him in the nose. He flew back and hit his head off the wall. He was down for the count. The Ginny felt the burning sting of the shampoo in her eyes. Ginny panicked and tried to get out of the shower.

In her rush, Ginny tripped over Malfoy, fell foward, hit head own head off the wall. Now she, too, was down for the count.

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When Harry came back through the Floo, Hermione was waiting in the den, he supposed she was waiting for him. She looked up at him. Harry hadn't spoken to Hermione since last night. Her last words to him were that she hated him.

He didn't want his best mate to hate him. And besides, he wasn't in the wrong so she shouldn't hate him. She was just too blind to see it. A lot of men didn't have to the balls to go up to Hermione.

Hermione was fiercely independent and the type of woman to speak her mind. She sure as hell was going to argue with you about it, too. She didn't sit back quietly.

There was no way in bloody hell she would settle down and be a house wife either. Her brain just wouldn't allow it. She was too smart for it.

A lot of wizards just wanted an heir from their witch when she was young and fuckable. Then when she got aged out of her youth, most wizards would go and find themselves whores. Hermione wasn't going to go for that, either.

"I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" Hermione said softly. Harry's face softened.

"Don't worry about it, Hermione. I just want you to promise me one thing though, alright?" Hermione only nodded.

"You have to sign your life over to me." Hermione looked at Harry like he was speaking a different language. Harry started laughing. "Ow!" He yelled when she hit him in the arm. "I was just joking. Calm down. You have to promise that you will never say you hate me again." Harry said seriously.

"I promise that I will never say that I hate you again." Harry walked over to the chair where she was sitting.

"Good." Harry hugged Hermione tightly. Then they heard a scream. They looked at each other and then yelled at the same time. "Ginny!"

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Harry and Hermione raced upstairs to the bathroom with the moms shortly behind. When Harry and Hermione got there, Ginny was passed out on top of bloody Draco.

"My god!" Harry yelled. Hermione went over and shut off the water.

"What on earth is -- What happened!" Mrs.Granger screamed. Hermione started laughing.
Everyone looked at her like she needed to be in the loony bin. Hermione could just imagined what happened. She bet Draco thought that it was her in the shower not Ginny.She couldn't wait until he woke up.