What Happened to Ginny

Chapter 9
Oh that Dearst Brother Mine

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The crack of an apparation awoke Ginny from her ever so pleasant slumber. Aside from the fact she was cold she would love to roll over and go back to sleep. The sound of the youngest Weasely boy yelling at the top of his lungs was the next thing she heard. Unable to resist the urge, she pulled the pillow over her head and prayed to the gods he would just go away.

Footfalls sounding on the hardwood of her hall floor let her know the gods weren’t in a giving mood. Her bother barged in as if it was his room instead of hers he was stomping into. “Ginevra Molly Weasely get your arse out that bed right this minuet! Do you have any idea what has happened? Oh you have to, no one else did it. No one else would have dared to do this. I know I’ve asked. That leaves you Ginny.” He was standing right next to the bed yelling as if he was across a quidditch pitch. “Bloody hell Ginny; take that pillow off your head before I take it off for you.”

Slowly she pulled the pillow away from her face revealing Ron. His face was nearly as red as the hair on top of his head. “Hello Ron.”

He was just standing there; fuming like the world was gonna end and it was all her fault. “Get out of this bed this instant and start explaining.”

She sat up slowly noting that she had indeed fallen asleep in her club cloths when she had only meant to rest her eyes for a moment in the midst of her attempt to tidy up her flat. “Explain what Ron. I am a grown woman in case you hadn’t noticed. So why do I have to explain anything to you?”

“Living room now Gin.” He left the room ahead of her, his demeanor demanding she follow. Righting her skirt as best she could, she followed him into her living room. “Mind if I fix a pot of coffee before you begin tearing into me over whatever it is you think I have done?”

“Yes I mind. Start talking Gin. Why is it that the first thing dad noticed this morning was that the magic that controls the blood feud between the Malfoy family and ours was gone? Or perhaps you would like to explain the picture of the front cover of the society pages of the Daily Prophet from this morning? Oh lets not forget that so called attempt at an outfit you’re wearing, which looks like something out of a Halloween issue of Playwizard Magazine.”

Ginny huffed and rolled her eyes at her brother. “I’ve already told you I don’t have to explain anything to you, you overgrown git. If mum and dad want to know anything, they are more than welcome to come ask me. You however are not. You’re not my keeper Ronald Weasely. You never were and you never will be.” She strode into the kitchen away from her oaf of a brother in search of a nice strong cup of black coffee, the darker the better. Merlin help her she needed something to calm her frayed nerves.

Lying on the window sill was the morning Daily Prophet next to the Quibbler. Quickly, she grabbed the Prophet and turned to the society section to see just what her brother had been screaming about. What she saw made her gasp in surprise. A large wizard photo showed her and Draco walking side by side down Diagon Alley in the wee hours of the morning. There weren’t doing anything but walking. No hand holding. No kissing. No nothing, just walking next to each other in peace. Apparently that’s all it took for children of feuding families to make news together.

The caption read, “Feuding Family’s Children Involved in Romantic Trist?” Noting with some small satisfaction that the article was indeed not written by Rita Skeeter she quickly scanned the rather small accompanying article. Just what had this reporter or their source seen or heard was the real question.


Feuding Family’s Children Involved in Romantic Trist?

Draco Malfoy, son of suspected Deatheater Lucius Malfoy, and the youngest child of Molly and Arthur Weasely, Ginevra “Ginny” Weasely were seen walking down Diagon Alley in the early AM hours on Saturday morning. The source claims that the two, both children of rival families, were talking quietly and walking along as if they had always been friends. It is common knowledge that a long standing blood feud between the two families has resulted in name calling and hexing between two.

An unknown source claims that in the evening hours on Friday, the two were seen in public together. The two agreed to a truce between themselves that resulted in the end of the nearly seven hundred year old blood feud between the Malfoy and Weasely families. The same informant claims that the two were seen on multiple occasions that same evening dancing. However neither claim has been unverified at this hour.

The Weasely family could not be contacted for confirmation on this turn of events. Draco Malfoy was also unreachable.

Mr. Malfoy is the only heir of the Malfoy estate and the head of Malfoy Ventures. He is the only child of the recently passed Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy. Ms. Weasely, formerly the wife of Harry Potter, is the seventh child to Molly and Arthur Weasely. She is a spells mistress employed by a private firm to create new spells for public use.

Look for more to come about this most unique turn of events in tomorrow’s edition of the Daily Prophet.


Ginny didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the situation she had managed to find herself in. It wasn’t that she regretted any part of the night before, because truly she didn’t. She just wished she had been the one to tell her family what had happened. It would certainly have gone easier than them reading it in the Prophet over breakfast.

The ding of the magical timer let her know that the coffee had brewed to dark perfection and was waiting. She poured herself a cup and returned to the living room. Ron was sitting on the sofa looking at the clothing lying on the coffee table. “Did you have to pour our stuff out on the table for closer inspection Ron?”

“I wanted to see if you had bought more of that trash you are wearing. I see I was right and what do you mean our stuff?”

“Some of that is Luna’s thank you very much. Now please return it to the bags and get your nose out of other people’s business.”

“What do you mean Luna’s?”

“What do you think I meant. We went shopping together. She left some of her stuff here. It isn’t like it’s any of your business.”

“Ginny I just don’t understand. We get up this morning and dad is muttering about ancient magic gone. Can’t we feel it gone? Then the Prophet delivery has that picture of you with Malfoy looking a bit too cozy for anyone’s liking. Then there is that stupid article saying you were the reason the blood feud magic was gone.” He stopped and looked right at her. “What did you think was gonna happen Gin? That we were all gonna just take this in stride like it was some everyday occurrence?”

That was it, she had taken enough of his buggered up bullshit. “Ronald Weasely, you listen and you listen well. What was I thinking? I was thinking that I hurt. My husband, your best friend, left me cold and alone. He never loved me and I finally have to face it. Charlie came over Thursday and convinced me to leave this ruddy flat and get out and try to live a little. So I did. Luna and I went shopping and then we went out to a club. It isn’t like we cast an unforgivable on someone. We just went out and had fun. Yes that is Dra...”

She did just catch herself before she called him by his first name. Oh the scandal that would have caused. “Malfoy, I meant Malfoy in that picture with me and no, I am not going to explain my actions in that picture or the ones leading up to it to you. If mum and dad want to know, they can ask and I will tell them what they need to know. If you have a problem with it, then you can go sod a tree for all I care. Now if you don’t mind, it is past lunch time. I would like to get something to eat, grab a shower, and then meet back up with Luna. So if you don’t mind, please get out.”

For possibly the first time in her life, Ron didn’t lash back out with more harsh words and lifted voice; he just gave her a pitting smile and left with a pop. She let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. One annoying brother down, two parents left to go.

Hopefully the rest of her brothers would have the common sense to leave her be. The twins would for certain, at least until the monthly Weasely dinner. Percy would but only because he wouldn’t give a care one way or the other. After all he was too good for his family now. Bill would simply because he was out of the country. He had been sent to Cairo to do something for the bank. Fleur said he wouldn’t be back till the end of the month when she had last spoken to her sister-in-law the week before. That left Charlie, whom wouldn’t dare cast stones in the first place. If he wanted her to talk, she would gladly accept him as a willing audience.

Her parents worried her a bit. Her dad would likely take it in stride once the shock wore off. But her mum would likely be blowing her lid for weeks to come. If she was lucky she might still be mad come time for the monthly dinner so she would have an excuse not to attend. Of course she couldn’t actually ditch out on her family like that, even if they did all want to lynch her from a tree at the moment. “Oh well, no sense worrying about it. Whatever happens will happen. I’ll deal.”

She walked to the kitchen and placed her mug in the sink. She opened the cabinet door to the left of it and grabbed a vial of pink potion from the rather large collection of potions. Downing it in own swallow she headed for the bathroom. She may have liked being shagged by Draco, but she had no intention of being an incubator for the next Malfoy heir. She walked to the bathroom. She needed a shower. The sticky feeling left between her thighs from the night before definitely needed to go before her day went any further.


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