Show me How to LOve

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CHAPTER 7: WHAT YOU DO TO ME

She walked even more briskly when she noticed Draco speeding up. She wanted to be far away from him as possible. She has absolutely no idea where she’s going. ‘Stupid house… why did it have to be so big…’ She came across a T-intersection. She stopped walking and looked from left to right.

Draco followed behind her and when she stopped he wondered why. He smiled as he realized what was happening. Ginny was lost. “To the left.”

Ginny looked at him. “Thanks… uh… why don’t you lead the way? It would be much easier for me.”

“Nah, I’ll stay here… behind you. I like the view.” He was teasing her hoping to irk her. He liked the way she looked when she gets mad.

Ginny continued walking and Draco leading the way behind her. When they were nearing Narcissa’s room, she felt relieved. She didn’t enter the room and continued walking. She descended the stairs and went to the kitchen.

Draco watched her disappear from below. He shook his head as he remembered her reaction. He knocke his his mothers’ door and went in. “Wanted to see me?”

Narcissa opened her eyes. “OH! She found you? Anyway… you won’t be cooking today.”

“Is that a yehey for me?”

“Yeah… Ginny’s staying for lunch and if I’m lucky she’ll stay until dinner. She’s gonna cook for us.”

“The weasel knows how to cook?” Draco questioned.

“Don’t look so surprised Draco… it’s a talent she inherited from her mother.” Narcissa smiled. “Now go freshen up…”

Draco was quite surprised to know that Ginny can cook. He thought that she was too dependent on her Mum. He disregarded that thought and did what he was told. He went to his room to get another towel and headed for the bathroom.

11:35 NOON

Ginny hummed together with the music she has on. Her father gave her a CD player that muggles use. She being a muggle-lover was happy to accept it. The The player played the song: Hey Mama by BEP. ‘Oooohhh… I love this song’. She was now dancing to the beat and at the same time adding salt to her cooking. She added volume to her player.

Draco stood in the doorway staring at Ginny. He was enjoying this… ‘Hey, snap out of it… stop it Draco.’ He told himself but couldn’t resist looking at her. It was her cooking that dragged him downstairs, the sweet aroma of it.

He was shocked when he saw Ginny dance when there was no music. He looked closer and saw the player at her left side. He wondered what music she was listening to that made her dance so…. Seductively… so sexy… he shook his head. ‘Draco… what the hell is going on with you??’

Ginny didn’t know Draco was there. She kept on moving with the beat. It played: Milkshake by Kelis, another favourite of hers.

Draco was about to lose control. Apparently Ginny still didn’t know that he was there. The effect she had on Draco was strong.

Ginny finished cooking and turned off the oven. She bent down to check on her pie and when she stood back up, she froze dead in her tracks. Draco was looking at her. She quickly removed her head piece and stopped dancing. ‘Shit!!!!!!’ she screamed inside. She looked down; embarrassed of herself.

Draco walked over and stopped right in front of her. Her innocence turned him on. He brushed a finger to her cheek and lifted it up. Looking right into her chocolate-brown eyes. He moved his gaze to her pink lips.

Ginny was lost in his eyes. She didn’t quite understand herself. Whenever Draco touched her, she easily gives in to his demands. You could say it’s a physical attraction. Draco touched her cheek again and she shivered.

In an instant Draco lowered his lips to hers. His hand wrapped around her waist bringing her closer to him and the other was at her nape.

As soon as Draco’s lips joined with hers, her knees weakened. She placed her hands at the back of his neck… drawing him closer and for support. She felt Draco’s tongue slide inside her mouth. She didn’t object. She was enjoying the feeling. She moaned in pleasure.

Draco’s kiss was gentle and passionate, not to mention hot. It really amazed him at how Ginny readily responds to his kisses. A part of him was glad because she wasn’t resisting her. He deepened the kiss and drew Ginny closer causing her to moan a little bit louder.

She felt something in her stomach… like a bulge. It didn’t take her long to realize what that BULGE was.

Draco withdrew. He was panting; he didn’t realize that he was holding his breath when he kissed her. He released Ginny and disappeared from the kitchen. ‘I need a cold shower.’

Ginny was at lost for words. She touched her swollen lips. She didn’t want it to end… she was comfortable in his arms. She reached for a chair and sat, hands on her face. ‘What is going on? When I’m with him it feels so right but wrong…’ She was really confused at the moment. ‘Damn him… why does he do this?’

With just one touch, her knees weaken and without a word they kiss passionately.

LUNCH

Narcissa took the first bite. “Mmmmm….. This is good… no magnificent.”

Ginny was relieved to hear that. “Thanks…”

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Narcissa looked at her empty plate.

“Nah… I don’t eat what I cook.”

Narcissa continued eating. “Dear, have you seen Draco?”

Ginny bowed down and blushed. “I uh... No idea.”

“Right here, Mother, just took a shower.” He came into view. Dressed in blue blouse. He looked at her as he entered. She kept her head down.

“Oh, you should try this… it’s magnificent.” Narcissa smiled savouring the taste.

He took the seat left from Narcissa, which is in front of Ginny. He kept his gaze still on her. “Aren’t you gonna eat, weasel?”

“I… don’t… uh…” she stammered; trying her best not to look at Draco. She was blushing furiously.

“How do we know you're not poisoning us?” he asked.

Ginny shot up her head. “I wouldn’t do that. I don’t eat what I cook maybe later I’ll forget who cooked.” She said honestly. He didn’t trust her enough to believe her. “Oh, alright… I’ll taste the damn thing.” She scooped up a little and placed it on her plate.

She took a bite at her cooking and started choking. Draco looked at her. “Yeah, it really does have poison in it.”

Draco shook his head. For a minute there, he thought Ginny was actually choking. Convinced that the food was alright, he scooped some and took a bite. He chewed slowly as he felt the sweetness of it. It was…magnificent. “It’s…alright.” He lied. He knew how good food tasted and this was more than good.

“Alright?? You must’ve been dreaming Draco… you know as well as I do what good food is.” Narcissa was defending Ginny. It was moren aln alright.

“Say what you want Mother… I have my own opinions, thank you.” He continued eating not noticing that he had his third batch of the food.

“What ever do you call this Ginny?” Narcissa asked as she took her last bite.

“It’s Chicken Buster. I and Mum experimented on it…” She was glad that Narcissa loved it. She intentionally placed medicinal herbs for he
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Narcissa smiled, totally satisfied. “That was the best food I had since my mother died. Thank you for doing this Gin…”

“No worries. I’m happy to do it, I had nothing to do here.” She leaned on the table.

Draco kept quiet as Ginny and his mother talked. He was too busy eating Chicken Buster.

After a few minutes, Narcissa stood up. “I think I need sleep after a very delicious meal.”

“I’ll help you…” Ginny was about to stand up but Narcissa stopped her.

“Nay, I can very well handle myself. I came down on my own remember?”

“It’s different going back… it’s dangerous. Don’t you wanna taste my pie?”

“You worry too much dear. I’ll taste some of your pie this afternoon… why don’t you accompany Draco.” Narcissa yawned and headed for her room. It wasn’t a question but a statement.

Ginny sat there silently. ‘Great, just great….’

Draco ate quietly, from time to time glancing at Ginny. She looked flushed… “This is good!” He complimented her.

Ginny looked at him. “Was that a compliment?”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

Ginny felt elf elf smile with that. A Malfoy… was giving her a compliment? “Er... Thanks?” feeling a little nervous, she stood up and got Narcissa then her plate. “Are you done?”

“Yeah…” taking his last bite. Ginny took his plate and with a swish of wand everything disappeared. She headed for the kitchen; leaving Draco behind.

A part of her just wanted to sit there with him but a part of her was resisting. The last thing she wants to do is to fall in love with him…

“Need any help there?”

She twirled around and saw the famous smirk of Draco Malfoy. “No, no… I can manage. Just go and do something.” She busied herself in cleaning the kitchen. She was about to wash the dishes but when she turned to the sink, it was already clean.

“Too bad weasel… I don’t have anything to do.” Draco was holding his wand.

Ginny placed her hands on her hips. “Well, I have so if you don’t mind... I would like you to go away.”

“My h. My. My rules. We have unfinished business.” Draco took a seat in front of her.

“I don’t know what business you have with me. My only business is your mother and it will stay that way.” Ginny’s only reply. She was hoping that Draco forgot about that.

“I don’t think so… remember who’s paying you. It’s not my mother cuz’ she be too weak to go to Gringgots, not my father cuz’ he pretty much dead which leaves that to ME.” He shifted in his seat and glanced at his shoes.

Ginny sighed. She stood there watching the blonde in front of her shift in his seat. She looked at the window and it began to rain. “Do you like the rain?” she asked.

“What?” Draco looked at her. He couldn’t detect any anger from her.

“Do you like the rain?” she asked again; never looking away from the window.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear….”

“Just…. Answer the question.” Ginny wrapped her arms over herself.

Draco was staring at Ginny’s back and he thought ‘What a stupid question…’ As if reading his mind Ginny spoke up.

“I know it’s a stupid question but just answer me.”

“No, I don’t like rain.”

“I used to love rain you know…. But all that changed.” She sadly said.

“Uh… your point?” Draco rolled his eyes.

“When it rains, I feel happy because it’s like washing all the bad things that is happening in our world but sad at the same time because we never know that some bad things can change.” Ginny said.

“Weasel, I’m not paying you t-” Ginny cut him off.

“It was a day like this… when we, some mediwitches, went to Azkaban.” She now looked at Draco. “We were called by one of the prisoners there. At first we were hesitant but we went anyway… When we knew who he was, we were shocked.”

She paused and then continued. “He was very ill at that time and he was asking for help.”

Draco snorted. “Help? That’s new.”

“Do you wanna listen or not?” She asked as she sat across from him.

“Go on…”

“Yes, he asked for help. It was our duty but we just couldn’t help him. He had the same condition as your mother has now. I looked at him and he immediately noticed me… a weasley.

He wanted to talk to me so I went in. I was really expecting he’ll choke me to death but to my surprise he knelt down and asked for my forgiveness. I didn’t know how to react…. He told me how he missed your mother so much and how he longed to be with his family.” Ginny said in a sad tone.

“Miss? This is unbelievable. That son of a bitch!” Draco was shaking his head.

“Is that how you call your father? A son of a bitch? I envy you….”

“Envy me? He was never my father. He was never there for me.” Draco hissed.

“He wanted to talk to you but didn’t because he knew that you don’t want to.” Ginny looked at the ranging Draco.

He felt a little pain when she said that. ‘He should have come…. Dammit!’ He wondered now what would have happened if Lucius Malfoy talked to him...

“Even your mother visited him…”

“Mother, visited him? But she was here everyday.”

Ginny’s eyes widen. “You… I mean… you didn’t know?!”

“Hell. Would I be this surprised if I knew??” Draco stood up and began pacing the room.

Ginny chuckled softly. “This is really starting to confuse me… so you're saying your mother was here all the time?” when Draco nodded, she shook his head. For a moment she didn’t speak. “You prevented her from going……. That’s why she had to make you see that she was here. Now I get it.” She was beginning to put he pieces together.

“And that’s why people around me acted weird.” He said.

“She loved your father very much. They talked for hours in there… I could see from his eyes that he loved her too but was too late. One day he decided that he really wanted to live for Narcissa and for you. We were able to convince the guards there to let us proceed and so we did. It’s called COE: Channelling of Energy”

“And how does that work exactly?” He asked.

“We channel our energy with theirs and give a certain amount to them. If they managed to survive that ordeal then there is a small chance that he’ll live plus medications. We miscalculated; his body can’t handle too much energy.

He lost consciousness and we immediately stopped it then the next few weeks he was getting paler and lost his appetite… even your mother witnessed that.”

“So he died in his sleep… Why didn’t you tell us?” He said in a calmer tone.

Ginny wasn’t able to answer him that. She wanted so badly to tell Narcissa but didn’t have the heart. She saw a good side of Lucius that no one saw except of course for Narcissa. That side of him that she fell in love with. “I don’t…. know”

It was strange hearing the truth. When he heard that his father died in his sleep, he knew that that’s not the only reason. There had to be more. His instincts were right. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“And do what? You wouldn’t believe me anyway… me, a Weasley, telling you about your father.” Ginny crossed her arms on her chest. “I don’t understand you Malfoy. One minute you're this arrogant git and the second this pathetic guy.”

“I could’ve but you are right… I would never believe you. Let’s just say that I don’t trust anybody and I’m not pathetic.” Draco said defensively.

“Well, I think that’s gonna change.” She stood up and with last look at Draco, she ascended the stairs.

Draco wondered what had she meant by that… she too was a mystery for him. All the more he wanted her. ‘This bet is going to be fun…’