Rating: Not/Sorta Naughty
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Minor cursing; suggestive scenes.
Summary: The Malfoy and Weasley families have never agreed on anything, until now. Neither is thrilled to see their only son and only daughter, respectively, dating. When Draco and Ginny decide take their relationship further, their families are less than receptive. How can the couple get their families to, at the very least, respect their relationship, if not get along? Will their families finally accept their choice in significant other?
Author’s Notes: This is, sadly, unfinished. I have got plenty more written, and ready to be posted when this is all over; however, this seemed like the best end point for now. It will definitely get less angsty down the road, and I hope the hopefulness is enough for now! Every time I tried to get more lighthearted, it wound up being even more angsty.
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“Marry me?” He was not kneeling, as a Malfoy would see the position as begging. And begging was one on a long list of things that Malfoy’s didn’t do.
Instead, they were standing face to face – as equals – perhaps symbolic of the new social hierarchy established after Voldemort’s demise.
“I – I don’t – I don’t know. . .” The hesitant response was not what he was expecting, made obvious when he stepped back – away from her.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” The confidence that had radiated from him immediately went away, and was replaced by a cold mask. “You love me don’t you?”
“Of course I do!” She grabbed his hand – the one that was not holding a beautiful diamond ring – so he could not move further away from her. “I love you, so much.”
“But? We both know there’s a ‘but’,” there was more than a hint of anger in his words.
“Our families hate each other! Your parents see my family, me included, as scum on the bottom of their expensive shoes. And my family would have rejoiced – held a party even – had your family, you included, been sent to Azkaban! Because of them, our marriage could never work. It’s been a struggle just to date!”
It was true. And it was something Draco couldn’t deny, no matter how much he wished he could. Dating had been difficult.
He was not welcome to Sunday lunches – the one that he had braved had resulted in a trip to St. Mungo’s that lasted longer than the time he had spent at the Burrow. They still had no idea what George had come up with, but it resulted in a two-hour long argument between the Third and Fourth Floor healers. The later thought he was having an adverse reaction to a potion in the candy George had given him, and the former thought it was spell damage. In the end, they had had to wait until the candy’s effects had worn off to figure out that a bee, which caused the side of his head to swell, had stung him.
Tea or dinners at the Manor were awkward at best with or without Ginny. Since they had started dating, over a year prior, it had become his mother’s mission to find him a “suitable” bride. He was constantly wrangled into dinners with his parents, their friends, and their eligible daughters. On one notable occasion, Ginny had accompanied him. She had caused quite a scene when Delia, the daughter of some foreign investor, had tried to run her foot up his leg. Instead of his leg, she had run her foot up Ginny’s.
“But you love me, Ginny, and I love you. And that’s how our dating has worked. Our families may hate each other, but we love one another,” he said as he placed the ring on a nearby table. Running both hands through his hair, he continued, “And now I sound like I’m begging.”
A giggle escaped her lips despite the situation, “And Malfoy’s don’t beg right?” Just like the giggle, she could not contain the smile creeping onto her face. “And who’s a Weasley to make you beg? I love you. And despite everything I said before, I want to marry you. My answer is yes, if the offer is still on the table.”
“That’s right, Weasley,” he slipped the ring onto her finger. “Malfoy’s don’t beg.”
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“What the bloody hell is that!?”
The sudden shouting startled Ginny Weasley so thoroughly that she fell completely off her bed.
“Wah?” Was the only response she was coherent enough to give.
“You, Ginevra Molly Weasley, have a lot of explaining to do!”
She pulled her face off the floor to meet the heated gaze of a red-faced Ron. “What are you doing here, Ron?”
“What am I-? Are you kidding? Mum sent me over to get you for lunch since you decided not to show up last week. And here I am, about to wake you up and I see that!” His last statement was accompanied by grabbing her left hand and nearly shoving it in her own face. “What is the meaning of this?”
“You know very well what an engagement ring looks like Ron,” Ginny replied as she moved away from her irate brother and toward her dresser for some fresh clothes. “I know you don’t like him, but I was hoping the fact that he proposed would prove to you that he has good intentions toward me and that that would count for something.”
“Count for something? How can you be so quick to forget everything he and his family have ever done to us? To you? Lucius Malfoy gave you a diary that tried to kill you! And you want to marry his son? Are you nutters?!”
“Exactly, Ron. Lucius gave me that diary. Not Draco! I’m marrying Draco, not his father, not his aunt and not his mother,” she told him as she moved into the on suite to change. “And he’s not marrying you, or mum, for that matter.”
Ginny really had hoped that when she announced her engagement her family would look beyond their prejudices and see how happy she was. After seeing Ron’s reaction, she was sure today’s lunch would be hell on earth.
By the shuffling sounds coming from her bedroom, she knew Ron had not yet left and that there was no way she was going to get out of going to lunch. However, it did not hurt to try, right?
“Ron, I don’t need a babysitter, or an escort. I know exactly how to get to the Burrow. I lived there longer than you!”
He was perched on the very edge of her bed, back stiff as a board. It was obvious he was not sure the bed was safe to sit on – Ginny was tempted to reveal that was Draco’s side of the bed, but knew the discussion at lunch would get a lot worse when Ron let that piece of information spill.
“Mum made me promise I wouldn’t come back without you. We both know that if I leave you here alone you will turn off the floo and ward the apartment against us for the rest of the day.” His next words were accompanied by an uncomfortable shift in his posture, “Despite your involvement with the Ferret, we do love you Ginny. We just wish you’d listen to reason before he breaks your heart.”
“And I wish you would understand that he won’t break my heart. We have nobody supporting us but each other, which has just made our relationship that much stronger. All of this fighting is just pushing Draco and I closer together and farther away from our families.”
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Molly and Hermione had just finished putting the last of the serving dishes on the table when Ginny and Ron stumbled through the floo. They looked up at the pair, and by how red – almost purple – Ron’s face was Hermione knew something had happened at Ginny’s flat. The Weasley matriarch, however, ignored the telltale sign of an impending explosion.
“Oh Ginny dear! It’s been ages since you’ve come to lunch!” Molly exclaimed as she bustled over her two youngest children. She gathered Ginny, then Ron, into a large hug.
“I know mum”
Making her way back to the table, Molly continued, “Angelina was just telling us that Oliver Wood is single again. Weren’t you, Angelina?”
The not so subtle hint caused Ron’s face to turn a violent purple.
Giving Ginny an apologetic look Angelina responded, “Oh. Yes. I had run into Oliver the other day outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. I had been on my way to the shop, you see. However, it’d been so long since we’d chatted that he walked me there. Told me all about the season, and how a Bulgarian girl he had started seeing after the team had played the Vratsa Vultures broke up with him. Apparently, she was convinced he’d been cheating on her whenever he was away–”
Finally, Ron exploded, “Just stop! She’s engaged to the ferret!”
With how quickly everyone’s heads turned toward Ginny, she was surprised the room hadn’t been filled with the cracking of their necks.
“What!” Now Molly was yelling. “That Malfoy boy proposed? Moreover, you accepted! How could you Ginny?”
“How could I what, mum? Accept a beautiful engagement ring from the man I have been exclusively dating, despite your best efforts, for over a year? Agree to marry the man that I love, who in turn loves me? What exactly have I done, mum?”
“He and his entire family are horrible people! Lucius was a Deatheater! And that boy is as rotten as his father!”
“Don’t forget that Ferret let Deatheaters into Hogwarts!” Ron added, his face was finally turning back into a more normal color.
“Exactly! Ginny, we love you. However, that boy is no good! That attack on Hogwarts scarred poor Bill for the rest of his life!”
“I’m not marrying Lucius, mum!” Lunch had all but been forgotten and the children had been shooed back outside to play. “And yes, Draco did let them into Hogwarts. But it was that, or his parents, who he loves, would be killed! Everyone at this table has done something crazy for those they love! And there is no limits to what we would do. He was a child and made the only choice he thought he had. He faced the Wizengamot for it, and had they thought it was a crime worth punishing he would be in Azkaban!” Ginny stood up so quickly the chair she had been sitting in flipped over. “I’ve been very patient with you, all of you, when it came to my relationship with Draco. You know where I live when you’re ready to accept him.”
“So you’re going to choose Malfoy over your family?” The reddish color that had just started to fade was returning to Ron’s face.
Turning her head to look at Ron, she replied, “No. You’re choosing you’re hatred of a name over me.” Stepping closer to the fireplace, she added, “I love you all, and I’ll never turn any of you away. But you are the ones who are choosing. Not me.”
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He had barely reached his seat when his father addressed him, “You were out late last night, Son. Were you out with the boys?” By the tone Lucius used, Draco knew that his father knew exactly where he had been.
“No, Father. I was with Ginny. But I’m sure you already knew that.”
“With that Weasley girl again, dear? That is the fourth night this week. Surely, there are others you could spend your evenings with? I hear Astoria is not seeing anyone; maybe I should invite her and her mother over for tea tomorrow. It’s been ages since we’ve seen them, hasn’t it?”
Draco took his time before answering his mother, taking care to chew thoroughly before swallowing his toast. “Mother, you know there’s nobody else I’d rather spend my time with. And I’d rather not be sucked into another one of your teas. Everyone present knows you will find some excuse to leave Astoria and I alone. The girl is dreadfully boring, and a complete tart during her time at Hogwarts if memory serves.” After another bite, he added, “And we wouldn’t want the next Malfoy bride to have the label of harlot, now would we?”
It took Narcissa a moment to respond, “Well, it’s no wonder then that the poor girl is still unmarried.”
Breakfast continued in silence until Lucius finished reading the Daily Prophet. Putting the paper down, he cleared his throat and asked, “Draco, I received a report from Gringotts this morning. Apparently someone had accessed the vault fairly recently. The goblins know that anywhere we go, we have accounts, and so making the tedious trip to the vault is an odd one. Have you been there recently?”
Draco had hoped to tell his parents on his own terms, but since the goblins had reported the visit to his father, he had no choice. Finishing off his eggs, Draco put his fork down and answered, “Yes, Father. I was going to wait until after breakfast to tell you. Nevertheless, now is as good a time as any. I went to the vault a few days ago to retrieve Grandmother’s wedding set. As of last night, Ginny and I are engage–”
He was cut off by the loud thud of his mother’s water glass dropping to the floor. “You’re what?!”
Both Draco and Lucius were startled by Narcissa’s shrill tone. “I’m engaged, Mother, to be married.”
“You can’t be serious, Draco. We have tolerated your dalliance with the Weasley girl. But an engagement? Moreover, my mother’s wedding set? Such an important piece of Malfoy history does not belong on a Weasley’s finger.”
“She’s probably already pawned it off, Lucius. We will have to alert Magical Law Enforcem–”
“Bloody hell, Mother! She’s not going to sell the ring!”
“Control yourself! You will not disrespect your mother in such a manner.”
“But she can disrespect me. And Ginny for that matter? You and Mother have never been supportive of our relationship. You’ve never even give it a chance!”
“Draco, we’ve tolerated this unsuitable match for over a year.” The shrill tone in Narcissa’s voice had dissipated. And was replaced with a soothing note – one she used whenever she tried to convince him of something.
“Tolerated? Is that what you and Father have been doing?” Although Malfoy’s prided themselves on being blemish free, twin pink splotches had appeared on Draco’s cheeks. “Throwing the single daughters of every associate you two have at me isn’t toleration! It was blatant disrespect for my choices.”
“Draco, dear, calm down. We simply do not want you to make the wrong choice. Young women of her station go after high society men for their money all of the time. Your father and I do not want a situation to arise where you’re being forced or trapped in a, ‘situation.’”
“Just come out and say pregnancy, Mother. You honestly think that Ginny would get herself pregnant; by a man she did not love, just for his money? For as much as you both hate the Weasley’s, you know absolutely nothing about them. Despite being poor, the Weasley’s are an extremely respectable and hardworking family. They do not take the easy route. If they had, they would not have lost one of their children in the war, nor would they have helped Potter.”
Although breakfast had long ago gone cold, Draco took a deep swallow of his tea. He knew his parents meant well, just as he knew that Ginny’s family wanted what they thought was best for her. He just wished that they could put aside their differences, and wish Ginny and himself well. They did not even have to be happy about it, just reluctantly supportive.
“I understand your concerns. I really do. Nevertheless, I have made my choice. And I’m asking you to truly respect my decision. You do not have to like it, but I am going to marry Ginny Weasley,” he requested as he stood from the table. “I am not even going to ask you to like her, but I will ask that you both at least try to get to know her. She is going to be your daughter-in-law, and provide you with grandchildren,” he had made it to the dining room entry. “If you’ll both excuse me, there are some things I need to take care of,” and without waiting for a reply, he left his parents alone.
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They had been keeping a low profile since they had announced their engagement to their families. Neither had wanted to deal with a public announcement, and assumed that family gossip would spread the word quickly enough. So until then, Ginny was content to spending her evenings with Draco cooped up in her flat.
“I’ve been thinking…”
Ginny looked up at Draco from her position sprawled across his lap, “Oh really? And you haven’t hurt yourself yet?” She teased.
“Yes. I think – Well. I would like it if you moved in with me.”
“At the Manor?” She sat up to get a better look at him. “Are you ill?”
“Well, yes. And no, I’m not ill. Once we’re married, it’s tradition that we live there.”
“You’re parents don’t like me at a distance. And you want me to share a roof with them?”
Obviously, this was going to go as well as his proposal had. “We’ll be in a completely different wing than my parents. And the only time you’d be required to interact with them, other than at public functions, is during meals in the dining room.”
“Then I guess it’s time for us to publicly announce our engagement. We will have to wait a little while as I still have a few months left on my lease. But I can start packing and moving non-necessities to the manor as soon as the engagement announcement goes out,” she stated as she lay back in his lap.
“Really? You are not going to put up more of a fight over this? I had an entire speech planned out, with talking points and everything all outlined.” Ginny could clearly see the surprise etched into his handsome features and knew he was serious about the talking points. He had not been at the top (behind Hermione, of course) of his class for nothing.
“There’s no point in fighting about it. I knew we would be moving into the Manor at some point. I just had not thought that it would be so quickly. I want our families to get along when they are in vicinity to each other. And if I have to build the bridge, then I will. Our life will be so much easier when we are able to both visit with one another’s parents.”
Although Ginny was willing to take the first step, she desperately wished she did not have to. She would never trade what she had with Draco for anything else, not even a man who her parents could easily like that came with in-laws who liked her. It was more of a wish that her family was not so stubborn and set in their ways. A wish that Draco’s parents weren’t ex-Deatheaters and that his father hadn’t have tried to kill her when she was a child.
She must have dosed off because the next thing she knew Draco was gently shaking her awake, “Love, it’s time I be getting back. And you should really head to bed.”
Draco had spent the previous hour switching between watching Ginny sleep and staring at her flat. Even though the place was small, probably about the size of his suite at the Manor, he would miss spending a lot of his time there. The flat was almost like theirs, even if he had bare necessities instead of half of his wardrobe. There was not enough room in her closet for more than an outfit or two of his, and she did not want him to leave his toiletries laying around in the loo as she was afraid of one of her family member stopping by and seeing them. Never mind that they had been seeing each other for more than long enough for him to have things at her place.
“I dun wanna,” was her articulate reply.
He eased her up so he could slip out from underneath her. “It’s time for bed. I have an early meeting, so I need to be going. Besides, you have been asleep for ages. Not a very good host, are you?” He teased.
Her reply was a sleepy grumble that Draco was not even sure was in English.
“Alright, love. Are you going to spend the night right here on the couch? Or are you going to walk yourself to bed?” He asked as he tried to make her more alert. “I’d carry you,” he continued, “but we both know that didn’t go so well the last time I tried.”
This night was similar to a night month’s prior, closer to the beginning of their relationship. Ginny had fallen asleep while they were watching something called moo-vee’s on the Tele. He had thought he would be a gentleman, and carry her to bed, instead of waking her. What had started out as a good idea, which was surely going to earn him some much-needed brownie points, had turned into a complete disaster. Carrying her had not been difficult, but the problem had started when he got to the bedroom door. The door had been shut, and it took him nearly ten minutes to get the thing open – most of that time had been spent trying to figure out how to actually open the door when both of his hands were occupied.
Once he had gotten the door open, he had been so proud of himself that he completely forgot that Ginny was in his arms. The crack her head had made when it hit the doorjamb sounded like the crack from apparition, and blood had almost immediately started pouring from a gash. She had spent the night at St. Mungo’s, despite the cut having been healed almost immediately, because the healers had wanted to make sure she did not have a concussion. They had also thought it necessary to call the Aurors, so most of his night had been spent being questioned and treated like batterer.
“Come on, Ginny,” he shook the sleeping redhead again. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow, and not in a good way,” the smirk on his face was easily heard in his tone.
“Mmm. It could be, if you didn’t have to leave,” she mumbled, still half asleep.
“Is that a proposition, Weasley?”
She sat up slowly, a sleepy grin on her face, “Do I really need to proposition by fiancé?”
Leaning over her, he replied, “No. No you don’t,” before covering her lips with his own.
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