Dragon and Angel

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

CHARMS AND TEMPERS

Ginny arrived at the manor a little after three in the afternoon. Narcissa had Flooed her earlier and suggested that she came earlier than first planned, so they could meet with the decorators. She was a little concerned that they wouldn't get the southern wing finished before the wedding. Not that it alarmed Ginny in the least. While it would be nice to have the wing complete, she had far more important things to think about and it wasn't as if they wouldn't have a place to live.

"Ginevra!" Narcissa floated down the staircase towards her.

"Narcissa, how are you?"

"Quite well, darling. And yourself? No more spells?"

"None at all."

"That is a relief to hear. The decorators are in your new chambers at the moment, so why don't we join them?"

"They've started already?"

"No, of course not. They're just taking measurements and such."

Ginny followed Narcissa to the southern wing and into what would become her chambers. There were six men, in matching robes, measuring everything in sight.

"So you must be her."

Ginny spun around to see a woman strutting towards her. Her face held a contemptuous sneer, as she looked Ginny up and down.

"Excuse me?"

"You, this will be your room?"

"Yes, and my husband's."

"You are sharing chambers? With a man?"

"Umm... yes."

"How common," the woman sniffed.

"Ginevra, this is Amelia, our decorator," Narcissa said buoyantly. "Amelia, my son's fiancée, Ginevra."

The woman all but ignored Narcissa's introductions and continued as if she hadn't spoken at all. "Shall we get on with it then? I assume you have some simply ghastly idea of how you want the rooms to look."

Ginny gave Narcissa a pointed look. She didn't like this rude woman at all. Her behavior was appalling and Narcissa was standing there letting her get away with it.

"Well, come along. I don't have all day, you know!"

Narcissa gently placed her hand on Ginny's elbow. "Ginevra, just explain the feel that you want in each room to Amelia and she will create everything perfectly for you."

Ginny turned to face Narcissa and whispered harshly, "I don't know if I want her doing anything for me. She's so rude!"

"She is a little abrupt, but she's brilliant at what she does. You won't be disappointed," Narcissa whispered in return. "Just describe the feel you want and she'll create it for you."

"A little abrupt? She's blatantly rude."

"She's the best, Ginevra," Narcissa whispered urgently. "Now tell her what you want."

Ginny took a deep breath and turned to face the horrid woman again. If she could be so openly bad mannered, then she'd best brace herself for a return of the same attitude. She delved deep into her memory and dredged up the words Narcissa had used to describe what she thought Ginny wanted in the room. "Right, in here I want a light breezy feel in neutral colors, contrasted with dark wood furniture. Of course the draperies must be impenetrable by the sun; Draco hates to wake with sunlight in his eyes."

Amelia had set her quick-quotes quill on a parchment and it was taking down every one of Ginny's words. The woman nodded from time to time, as if she was actually listening to her, Ginny knew she wasn't. It was a motion that was irritating Ginny, but then everything about this woman annoyed her.

When Ginny had finished describing what she wanted in their bedchamber, the women moved on to the room that would become the nursery. Ginny immediately began describing what she wanted for the room without waiting for the woman to set up her quill.

"This is a rush job. We needn't worry about rooms that won't be used for years," Amelia sniffed.

"I want the nursery finished at the same time as my chambers," Ginny responded strongly. Damned if she was going to explain to this woman why she wanted the room finished. It was none of her business and she was getting paid, probably over paid, to do a job.

"Ah yes, you're the one in the Quibbler."

"What?" To the best of her knowledge, there had been no articles in the Quibbler or any other wizarding publication for that matter. What was this vile woman on about?

"Now, Amelia, you know you can't believe a word in that trashy publication. I'm surprised you bother with it all," Narcissa said smoothly.

The decorator, who was once again appraising Ginny with a disdainful look, ignored Narcissa's comment. "I suppose we'll be doing children's chambers as well?"

Ginny's hand ached to feel the familiar cool wood of her wand in her hand. This woman was pushing her beyond reasonable limits and she felt close to letting loose her Weasley temper. She took a deep breath and when that did nothing to calm her disposition, she spoke harshly through gritted teeth. "Don't worry, you won't be doing anything for me or my fiancé."

"Ginevra--"

"I don't want her working on our wing, Narcissa." Ginny cut her future mother-in-law off swiftly then strode out of the room before she hexed the woman all the way into next week.

She didn't stop until she reached the rose garden. Even walking between the beautiful blooms was doing nothing to soothe her rage. How Narcissa thought that woman would be appropriate to decorate their wing was beyond her. Ginny had no idea how long she'd been ambling around the garden before Narcissa joined her.

"Ginevra, I'm so sorry Amelia was terrible to you. She's gone now. I should have briefed her, at the very least, on your situation."

"Briefed her? It's none of her business! And what was she saying about the Quibbler?"

"Calm yourself, Ginevra. Remember what Healer Wilson told you."

"What was in the Quibbler?"

"We didn't show you... You were ill and the Healer said you shouldn't be upset... your own family agreed--"

"Narcissa, I'm a big girl. Just tell me what they wrote."

"I-- He didn't want you upset. Oh dear, perhaps--"

Ginny could see she wasn't going to get the full story from Narcissa, no matter how hard she pushed. The woman was too worried about upsetting others to be of any help to her. "Don't worry about it, I'll ask Draco myself."

"He won't be pleased."

"I'm still asking him. I want to know."

"I went to Galor's yesterday. Your dress is exquisite." Narcissa changed the subject so abruptly, Ginny almost laughed in her face.

She had come to expect this type of behavior from Draco's mother, if there was a problem Narcissa couldn't fix then she would ignore it, until it could be dealt with. "Thank you."

"You will look stunning on your wedding day!" Narcissa linked her arm through Ginny's and began to guide her gently back to the house. "I do hope you're not going to let Draco see your dress before the wedding. It's bad luck, you know."

"No, he won't be seeing the dress until I walk down the aisle."

"Lovely! Some traditions shouldn't be tampered with."

"No, they shouldn't."

"Why don't we have a cup of tea? You can tell me what else you've achieved this week and I can bring you up-to-date on my progress."

Ginny had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. Narcissa was something else when it came to ignoring a problem. "That would be lovely."

The women settled in the summer parlor with steaming cups of tea and a selection of delicate pastries.

"Draco mentioned you had decided on two attendants."

"Yes, we went through everyone and in the end decided that we only want two each."

"Well, I suppose we can space the girls out as they walk down the aisle, to make it look as though you have more."

Ginny blinked at her. She had been ready for a full-blown lecture on how the thought of less than six attendants simply terrified Narcissa and how it was unbefitting for a Malfoy bride to have so few at a society wedding. The only explanation Ginny could think of was that Draco had warned his mother to not make a fuss. "Yes... space them out," Ginny muttered absently.

"I'm still having quite a problem locating orchids for bouquets."

"Perhaps I should change--"

"Nonsense. If they're available anywhere, we will find them. When are you taking care of the bridesmaids attire?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. I thought we'd go back to Galor's and have him take care of everything."

"Lovely, he does such wonderful work. He said you hadn't decided to have your dress labeled as an original one-of-a-kind."

"Until he mentioned it, I hadn't given it any thought," Ginny said lightly. In truth, she'd never considered wearing a dress that could be considered a one-of-a-kind, let alone owning one.

"Well, I think it would be wonderful for you to own such a unique dress. You could pass it down to your daughters."

"I only have one daughter."

"You're young and there is plenty of time."

Ginny gaped at the blonde witch. She never expected to hear those words come from Narcissa's mouth, her own mother was famous for them, but the cool blonde society witch caught her totally off guard.

"Draco told us you're having a dinner party Saturday night."

"Yes, he thought it would be a good opportunity for me to get to know some of his friends."

"Well, don't worry about the twins. Lucius and I are more than happy to keep them entertained for the evening."

"Thank you. We do want to introduce them as well, but Draco felt it would be better if they didn't eat with us."

"We'll bring them in at a suitable time. Perhaps before you eat?"

"Sounds perfect." Ginny smiled tightly. Narcissa obviously had more idea about what was happening Saturday night than she did.

"The photographer wanted to see the grounds, didn't he?"

"Yes, we're meeting with him tomorrow evening at the Burrow and we'll set up a convenient time for him to have a look around the manor."

"Just alert us to when he's coming."

"I will."

"My dear, are you tired?"

"Just a little. It's been a busy week and I haven't been sleeping terribly well."

"Why don't you go up and have a rest before Draco arrives home?"

"Yes, I think I'll do that. If I don't I'll be falling asleep over dinner."

Ginny wandered upstairs slowly. She was tired, but the chance to escape from Narcissa and talk of the wedding was the true reason she agreed to rest. It seemed much of the time they were simply repeating themselves and that was becoming draining. She was more than aware of Narcissa's desire to be included in the planning of the wedding and she had been of tremendous assistance, but sometimes Ginny wished she could escape from all the discussion just for a while.

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Draco quietly entered his bedchamber. His mother had met him in the foyer upon his arrival and informed him that Ginny was resting. The sight that greeted him made his heart lurch in a pleasant way. Ginny was sound asleep in his -- their bed. Her beautiful hair was fanned out on the pillows and a small smile played about her lips as if she were enjoying her dreams. Draco approached the bed on feather light feet and bent down to place a loving kiss on her forehead.

Upon his contact Ginny's eyes fluttered open. "Draco, what time is it?"

"Shh, it's only five. You've plenty of time before dinner."

"Have you been home long?"

"No, I only just arrived. Mother told me you were resting."

The memory of the disastrous meeting with the decorator flooded her mind. "Did she tell you about the decorator?"

"Yes, she told me. It's fine. If you don't want to work with her then you don't have to work with her. I never liked the woman anyway, so I'm rather glad you didn't put up with her boorishness."

"Are you sure? Narcissa said she was the best--"

"I'm sure and I think Mother's quite impressed with the way you stood up to her."

"I don't think so; I think she was annoyed I got rid of her."

"Mother despises her. She's good at what she does, but that doesn't give her license to be offensive." Draco stretched out on the bed beside Ginny and took her in his arms.

"Why did she put up with her then?"

"Like I said before, she's good at what she does."

"Great, I lose us probably the best decorator in Britain."

"There are plenty of decorators out there, Gin. We'll just find another. Someone who will treat you with the respect you deserve."

"It's going to be a problem at such short notice, isn't it?"

"Not at all. If they want the work then they'll do it in the time-frame."

"She said something about the Quibbler."

"Who?" Draco stiffened. He hadn't wanted Ginny to ever find out about the article that had appeared in the tacky publication the week before. It was downright slanderous and she didn't need to be dealing with vulgar lies now or ever.

"Amelia."

"I'll bloody kill her," he muttered under his breath. "It was nothing, love. You know that magazine, all they print is lies."

"Draco, what did they print?"

"You don't need to worry about it. I've already got our legal department working on a claim."

"It was bad then?"

"The whole article was a fabrication and now we'll make them pay for their idiocy."

"I want to see it."

"No."

"Draco, I didn't ask if I could see it."

"No, you don't need the upset. Believe me; you're better off not reading it."

Ginny opened her mouth to insist he show her the article, but then thought the better of it. It wasn't worth arguing about when she was more than capable of obtaining a copy of the magazine herself. "All right, I don't want to see it then."

"Good. Now that nasty business is out of the way, what would you like to do before dinner?"

"How long do we have?"

"About an hour and a half before we have to put in an appearance in the dining room."

"Mmm... Just lay here with you."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"Are you tired?"

"A little. It was an obscenely late night for us last night and then an early start this morning."

"Poor thing, just relax for a little while then."

"Don't let me fall asleep. I might not wake up for dinner if I do."

"And how am I meant to achieve that?"

"You could keep my mind off sleep," Draco said as his hand moved down to cup her breast.

"Could I? And how would I do that?"

Draco's thumb lazily ran over her nipple, gently encouraging it to harden. "I have a few ideas."

"Care to share your thoughts?" Ginny smirked. It wasn't as though she needed any further information on what he was hinting at, but she couldn't help teasing him a little.

"I have this problem with my pants; they're quite uncomfortable at the moment."

"Really? I wonder what could be causing such a problem?"

"Perhaps you could investigate for me?"

"If you think I could help."

"I'm sure you could."

Ginny slid down his body and sat up beside his hips. His pants were certainly bulging and would need to be removed so she could complete her investigation.

"Oh yes, there seems to be quite a bit of swelling down here," she exclaimed, feigning concern as her hands busied themselves at his belt buckle.

"What can you do for it?" he muttered as he lifted his hips to assist her with the downward motion of his pants and boxers. The relief at having his erection freed from its constraints was almost cause for shouts of joy in itself.

"Well, I'm not sure what the cause might be, but I could try kissing it better." Her nefarious grin sent tingles throughout his body.

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When it seemed she no longer had the energy to hold herself upright, she collapsed onto his chest. Draco's arms came around to hold her firmly and he placed loving kisses on her head while uttering barely intelligible words of adoration. Still panting Ginny slid off to the side and rested her head on his chest while her hand played aimlessly over his stomach.

"You're amazing, did you know that?" Draco said as his arm encompassed Ginny and pulled her tightly into his side.

"I think you mentioned that once or twice... or were they just moans?"

"Cheeky bint... If I ever get my strength back you're going to be in trouble."

"Well, best I keep you exhausted then."

"Mmm..." Draco's fingers traced lazy patterns up and down her arm as his heart rate gradually slowed. The thought that they should probably prepare for dinner crossed his mind and was summarily dismissed due to lack of energy. He wanted to stay here with his fiancée in his arms forever. The sound of Ginny's even breathing filled his ears and he felt his eye lids grow heavy.

"Little Master, you is late for dinner, sir."

Draco awoke with a start when the servant's hand shook his shoulder. He sat straight up, disentangling Ginny from his arms. "Oh shit! What time is it?"

"It is being half past the hour, Little Master."

"Tell them we'll be there momentarily."

"Millie will go now and tell the head chef man."

"Do we really have to go to dinner?" Ginny groaned as she rolled over.

"Yes, we really have to go otherwise this chef is likely to refuse the wedding. The arrogant ponce that he is."

"Well, I'm not going to dinner without having a shower."

"We'll share a shower then we'll go down. He'll have to put up with us being late."

"Share?" Ginny's eyes twinkled mischievously as she looked up at him.

"Yes and you will behave yourself. I'm not putting on dress pants if you don't."

"Is that a promise?" Ginny purred as she reached for his groin.

Draco captured her hand before she made contact. "Consider it a certainty if you don't keep your hands to yourself."

"You spoil all my fun," she pouted.

"And you are insatiable! Come on, shower before the chef comes looking for us himself."

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They entered the formal dining room wrapped in each other's arms. The enormous mahogany table was set for two. Not far from the place settings a large candelabra held six long black candles and with only two of the wall torches lit, the flickering candles lent a romantic ambience to the room. A waiter, who had been standing stiffly in the corner, stepped forward to hold Ginny's chair for her, but Draco beat him to it and assisted her to sit before moving around to his own seat.

"You are late!" The head chef strutted into the room; his mood was clearly not good.

Draco smirked at him. Nothing could upset his disposition this evening. He just had the most wonderful welcome home from work a man could wish for, followed by a nap and a playful shower with more than a little innuendo to have him safely assuming that a repeat performance would be forthcoming later in the evening. "So we are."

The chef sniffed angrily at his response then proceeded to snap out the menu he had prepared for them.

"It all sounds wonderful," Ginny said cheerfully in an effort to appease the irate man.

"Of course it will be, even if you are late."

"You can begin service immediately," Draco informed him snootily.

"Very well."

They waited until the chef had left the room before they both burst into laughter.

"I don't think he's very happy with us."

"Who cares, he's getting well paid for his trouble."

They sobered when the waiter stepped forward to pour the wine. As it was from the Malfoy cellar, he poured the rich red fluid straight into the goblets without waiting for Draco's approval of the selection.

"Are you still having tomorrow afternoon off to take Drake shopping?"

"Yes, we're having lunch with Harry then we'll go and get his new clothes."

"Good, because we're going to get the girls' dresses tomorrow. What time do you want me to drop Drake off?"

"Anytime you like, love. He can hang around with me until it's time to meet Harry for lunch."

"I'll drop him off about eleven then and I might take Angel for a girls only lunch."

"She'd like that."

"Yes I thought she would, plus it'll keep her from whining about not going to lunch with you."

"I'll take her to lunch on her own when everything settles down a bit."

"You don't have to do that; she'll get over it quickly."

"I want to take her to lunch and it's only fair. Drake gets to come to a wizards' lunch so I'll take her to a special lunch too."

"You're spoiling her."

He shrugged and grinned at her. "Can't help myself."

Their conversation paused as a waiter placed their entrée's before them.

"Draco, we discussed this. Angel is not to be given every little thing she wants."

"She hasn't asked, I'm offering."

"You're impossible."

"There's nothing wrong with me doing something for her because I want to is there?"

"No there's not. I just don't want her to become some spoiled little brat who expects to get everything she wants as soon as she wants it."

"Gin, she already does."

"Well, I want it to stop. No one likes a spoiled brat."

"Love, it's not like we can't afford to indulge her."

"It's not the money, it's her attitude."

"Would it help if I had a word with her?"

"It would help if you told the boys to say no to her."

"I'll do that. I haven't caught up with them yet, but I've not forgotten." The skeptical look she gave him ate into his guilty conscience. He had hoped Ginny might have forgotten about that little request, because he was not looking forward to another round of telling her brothers what they can and can't do with his children. "I'll have a word with her and see if that helps with the attitude, okay?"

"Okay, but I think you'll be wasting your breath. She just needs to be told no more often."

"Why don't we see how I do with the chat first before you condemn me to failure?"

"I didn't mean it like that."

"It's all right. I realize you know her better than I do, but I want to try this."

"Okay."

"How was Drake today?"

"Fairly good. We spent the morning together."

"Where was Angel?"

"Mum decided to do some baking so Angel helped her."

"So what did you and Drake get up to then?"

Ginny beamed at him. "Secret Mummy-Son Business."

"I see," Draco replied slowly. "And are you going to tell me what 'Secret Mummy-Son Business' involves?"

"Nope, it's a secret."

Draco tried his best to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. Ginny was gleefully keeping him in the dark. "Fine, I don't want to know anyway."

"Good, because I'm not telling you and don't think Drake will either."

"I wouldn't dream of asking him." The affronted look Draco gave her didn't so anything to alter her demeanor at all. She was definitely taking pleasure in keeping this secret from him. "I've contacted Blaise and Greg. We're going for robes on Friday afternoon, so I'll take Drake with me to get him fitted."

Ginny smirked at him. Like his mother, Draco's change of subject was so abrupt when he couldn't get any information from her it was almost funny. "Good. You know Drake's not likely to be cooperative no matter how much he's promised."

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

"Oh?"

"Secret Wizards Business." He smirked at her. Two could play this game and he was an expert.

"Okay, as long as you have a plan," she responded casually before lifting her wine goblet and taking a slow sip.

A lesser wizard would have openly gaped at her, but Draco was not a lesser wizard, so he sat eyeing her cautiously wondering how to extract the information she had so cruelly teased him with. It seemed she had no interest in playing his little game and it perturbed him a little; he had intended to trade information with her. Now he would just have to ask Drake himself what the two of them had gotten up to and hope that he tells him without telling Ginny of his inquiry.

They discussed plans for the weekend and their first dinner party as the meal progressed. Draco had made all the arrangements so Ginny would have to do nothing more than get dressed and appear with a smile on her face. As dessert was served, Ginny began to fidget quite noticeably in her chair.

"Is everything all right, love?"

"My feet are killing me in these shoes. I'm trying to slip them off." A sigh of relief from her told him that she had attained her goal. "They're aching. I can't wait to put them up."

"Slip them up on my chair if it'll help."

Her feet slid up to rest on his knees. "That feels better already."

"Good, we'll see about getting you a foot massage after dinner." Draco smiled at her as she began to eat the chocolate soufflé that had been set in front of her.

"Do you promise?"

"Of course, love. I can give the servants orders."

"Servant?"

"Yes," Draco replied slowly as he realized his error. "Or I could massage your feet."

"That sounds more relaxing." Ginny beamed at him. "This is really good. Aren't you going to eat yours?"

"Umm... yeah." Draco picked up his spoon and dipped it into the soufflé, extracting a generous amount.

As he slipped the full spoon into his mouth he felt one of her feet slip up his thigh. His eyes opened a little wider and he glanced across at her. Ginny's attention seemed to be totally on devouring her dessert. He reasoned that she was probably just making her foot more comfortable, they were sore after all and it wouldn't do to have the foot resting uncomfortably. When he slipped another spoonful of the velvety dessert into his mouth, her foot crept a little higher on his leg and this continued with every helping until her foot was firmly wedged as high as it could go between his legs. Ginny still appeared to be totally absorbed in her soufflé as if she was unaware of where her foot was resting. Draco almost choked when her foot began to firmly massage his balls.

"Gin?"

"Mmm."

"What are you--" The end of his question dissolved into a strangled yelp as she gave his nether regions a particularly enticing rub.

She was barely holding her calm expression. The yelp he had given was simply delicious and the urge to giggle was strong, but she controlled it. "Something wrong?"

"No," he choked out as her foot pressed on his already hardening length. He tried to divert his thoughts to mundane subjects, but the attention she was paying him was proving most difficult to ignore.

"Are you going to finish that?" Ginny pointed her dessertspoon across the table at his unfinished soufflé.

"Err... do you want it?"

"Only if you're not going to eat it." She smiled innocently at him as her toes wriggled against his pants provocatively.

Draco's eyes closed and he forced himself to breathe slowly. "You have it, I couldn't eat another mouthful."

Ginny took no time to polish off his dessert as her foot continued its ministrations in his lap. "Mmm... Very good."

"What's very good?" Curiosity got the better of him. Was she referring to the food or did her comment have something to do with what she was feeling under her probing foot?

Her sultry look across the table was almost his undoing. The idea of throwing her on the table and shagging her senseless kept flitting in through his mind. In fact, if it weren't for the strange servant, he probably would have made his move half way through dessert. As it stood, he would have to wait until coffee had been served and they had returned to their chambers before having his way with her. Of course, before that happened he would have to speak with the chef, but how he was going to do that was beyond him. There was no way he was standing to talk to the man with a painfully obvious erection.

Their dessert plates were cleared as soon as Ginny had finished and coffee was served within moments. Draco hoped the servant would return to the kitchen, but he resumed his position in the corner as he had all evening. He was feeling more than a little annoyed at the servant as he resigned himself to waiting until they returned to chambers. Just as Draco took a sip of his hot brew, Ginny's foot moved in such a way that it caused him to gasp openly. The mouthful of hot liquid he had was inhaled rather than swallowed and he couldn't suppress a violent coughing fit.

"Sir, is everything all right?" The servant was standing over him with a concerned expression on his face. "Is there something wrong with the coffee, sir?"

Draco couldn't get enough air into his lungs to respond.

"It's all right. I think he breathed in when he should have swallowed first. The coffee is fine." Ginny smiled at the servant reassuringly as she rubbed Draco's back.

"Very well, Miss." The servant bowed slightly before returning to his position in the corner.

"What are you trying to do to me?" Draco gasped while he suppressed the urge to continue coughing.

Ginny giggled quietly. "I just felt a bit lonely over here."

"Gin, I nearly choked!"

She grinned nefariously at him as her foot examined the extent of his erection. "You did, but it didn't change your--"

He cut her off before she could verbalize just how affected he was by her fondling. "Evil bint."

"But you love me."

"Merlin knows why."

Her foot pressed insistently through the fabric of his pants. "Oh, I think you know why."

"Finish your coffee and I'll show you exactly why."

She smirked at him and leaned over to purr quietly, "Do you promise?"

"What's gotten into to you tonight?" Draco tried to sound unaffected, but the grin that crept over his face and made his eyes twinkle gave him away. He rather liked this side of Ginny, if only he could work out what had made her this way.

"You."

"I haven't--" Again she made him groan as her toes rubbed him a certain way. "Finish-- your-- coffee."

"Almost done."

"And I will be if you don't stop now," he whispered urgently.

The veiled innocent look she tried to give him hid none of her wicked intentions.

"Gin, I have to talk to the chef before we go upstairs."

"Okay, go talk to the chef."

"I'm not standing in front of another man with... with...you know!"

"So you want me to keep going?"

"No, I want you to stop so it can go away," he said very slowly.

"I don't think it will."

"I can live in hope," he muttered.

At that moment the chef strode into the room and approached the table on Draco's side. "Mr. Malfoy, I trust your meal was satisfactory."

"Excellent as always, chef," Draco said as he pushed his chair back and stood holding a white linen napkin in front of his quite visible arousal as he offered the chef his hand.

"Wonderful! I have left my suggested menu for the reception with your lovely mother for her approval."

Ginny was fit to explode within seconds of hearing Narcissa would be approving the menu for the wedding reception. "You left it with Narcissa? What about--"

"Gin, love it's all right. It's one less thing we have to worry about tonight and you can discuss the menu with Mother over breakfast." Draco moved quickly to douse her flaring temper. "We'll let you know our thoughts on your menu selections in the next week or so."

"Very well until then. Mr. Malfoy, Miss, good evening."

"Good evening, chef."

"Evening," Ginny muttered to the leaving chef before turning her attention to Draco. "How dare he give the menu to your mother!"

"You don't want to worry about the menu now, do you?"

"I just--"

"Wouldn't you rather do something about this?" Draco asked as he rubbed himself against her.

"Well, I thought--"

"Let it go and come upstairs like the naughty little witch you've been all evening." Draco trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping as he made his way to her pulse point to suckle.

A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she melted into his body. There was no question that discussing her indignation over the menu being left with Narcissa wouldn't be happening this evening. He knew exactly how to distract her and was using it to his advantage to avoid a confrontation.

"Come on, love, let's see if we can make it up to our room," he whispered in her ear.

Ginny allowed him to lead her from the dining room. He continued to whisper what he proposed to do to her once they were behind closed doors all the way up the staircase. The idea that they may not make their chambers crossed her mind after a particularly delicious suggestion.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief as they paused at the outer door of their rooms. The urge to throw her down and take her where she landed was almost a perceivable option in his mind. As soon as he had stopped her lips played up his throat and across his chin. His arm drew her closer, and his fingertips fondled the soft underside of her breast. He blindly reached out with his other hand for the door handle as she nipped at his earlobe. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered the soft voices of his parents. They were coming closer and if he didn't get this door open soon they would most certainly be caught in an embarrassing situation. With a desperate lunge he grasped the handle and threw the door open, both of them stumbling into the sitting room. Just as Draco heard a shocked gasp from the corridor, he kicked the door closed. His mother certainly didn't need to see him being molested by his fiancée. Through the door he could hear his father's voice trying to calm his mother and draw her away from door. As his hands set to work on disrobing Ginny, he prayed Lucius would be successful because he had no intention of pausing in his set course now.

On their way to the bed clothing was discarded, absently dropped to the floor to be collected later. Draco laid her on the bed gently and promptly changed the frantic pace they had set. He began to slowly worship her body with gentle caresses and deep kisses that traveled the full length of her body, until she was trembling beneath his touch.

Ginny was having trouble deciphering exactly where his hands and mouth were on her at any one time. Echoes of past caresses were confusing her mind, but she didn't have the strength or the desire to confirm where his hands were. She didn't think he'd left an inch of her skin untouched and her entire being felt as though it were on fire.

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Exhausted and trembling, Draco rolled carefully to the side and gathered her against him. He didn't think he'd ever given so much to one act of love as he had this evening. Unable to talk, he ran his hand lightly down her arm and placed erratic kisses on the top of her head.

Her body was still quaking minutes after her orgasm had finished and her breathing seemed to not be close to coming back to normal. With her head resting on Draco's chest she could hear and feel his heart beating as fast as hers. They'd never been together like this before. It was something that she would cherish forever.

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Ginny's eyes fluttered open slowly. She could hear Draco fussing in the bathroom with his morning routine and the sound was oddly comforting to her. She stretched her arms above her head and smiled at the slight stiffness of her muscles. They had made love several times during the night and she was feeling pleasantly sore this morning.

"Morning beautiful! Your tea is on the night stand."

"Morning."

"How are you feeling today?"

"Actually, I feel pretty good."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Drink your tea just to be on the safe side. Your feet haven't hit the ground yet."

"I wouldn't chance not drinking it. I've got too much to get through today."

"Apart from the bridesmaids dresses, what else do you have to do?"

"Discuss the menu for the reception with your mother, pick the twins up from the Burrow, drop Drake at the office with you, pick Hermione up from her place and then I get to go to the bridal shop which is probably going to be a complete nightmare. And we've got a meeting with Colin tonight at the Burrow."

"Why don't you leave the menu to Mother? She has excellent taste and a lot of experience organizing large events. Have your mum send the twins over here in the Floo network and get Hermione to meet you here. Then you can drop Drake off to me on your way to the bridal shop."

"Are you saying that I don't have any taste?"

"No love, not at all. Mother has a lot of experience in dealing with the chef so why don't you make use of her knowledge and take some pressure off yourself?"

"Oh. I'll think about it."

"Good. Now how about I Floo your mum and have her send the twins over around eleven?"

"Mum's coming with us."

"Okay, I'll get her to come over with the twins."

"I'd feel funny about leaving your mother behind when we leave. It's easier to just go to the Burrow and set off from there."

"So ask her to accompany you. Is there some reason why she couldn't?"

"No, there isn't any reason. I just didn't think to ask if she'd like to come before now."

"I think she'd like to be included in the shopping expeditions."

"All right, I'll ask her."

"I'm sure she'll say yes, she's been dying to go shopping with you."

"Has she really?"

"Gin, she's never had a daughter to share her love of shopping with. Father and I simply trail behind her spending most of the time wondering when she'll be done so we can go home. She's going to make the most of having you around, believe me."

"I think Angel's better equipped to share shopping with her."

"Nonsense! You're a woman and the only other qualification you need is the ability to squeal over the girlie things."

Ginny laughed at the comical look on her fiancé's face. "That I can do."

"You need to drink your tea and I have to finish getting ready for work. If I'm late Father won't be too happy when I take the afternoon off to go shopping with Drake."

"The time you've had off isn't causing problems, is it?"

"He's not happy, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"I don't--"

"Shh. I said it's nothing I can't handle. He knows he can't stop me from taking the time, it's just not setting a good example for our employees and he hates that."

"All right, but if it becomes too much of a problem--"

"It won't, and even if it does I won't tell you. Now drink your tea so you can join me for breakfast." With a kiss to the tip of her nose, Draco closed the conversation effectively and left her side to continue dressing.

Ginny rested back against the pillows and sipped her steaming cup of tea. She had no hint of nausea this morning and silently hoped that her morning sickness had resolved itself. While Draco Flooed Molly and Hermione to tell them to meet Ginny at the manor, she showered and dressed for the day. He insisted she come down to breakfast seeing as she was feeling well enough and was waiting patiently in the sitting room for her to complete her morning routine.

"You're not going to be late for work because you waited for me are you?"

"No, not even close. Ready to go down?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, what are we waiting for? I'm starving!"

"Starving?"

Draco slung his arm around her shoulders as they left the sitting room. "Mmm... This witch I know kept me up all night, insisting I... exercise."

"Shame on her for disturbing your sleep like that."

"She is a rather naughty little thing, but I just can't deny her."

Ginny's light giggles filled the corridor as they made their way to the staircase.

Lucius and Narcissa were already situated in the dining room when they entered. Draco made no move to remove his arm from around Ginny's shoulders despite the scandalized look on his mother's face.

"Good morning, Mother, Father."

"Good morning, Lucius, Narcissa."

Narcissa composed herself and conjured a smile to cover her disapproval at their contact. "Good morning. I trust you both slept well?"

"Yes thank you, Narcissa."

Lucius dropped his newspaper down a little and looked directly at his son. "Draco, what time are you leaving the office today?"

"About midday, Father. I'm meeting Harry for lunch and then taking Drake shopping."

A snort from the head of the table was his only response. While he agreed that the boy needed new clothing, Lucius firmly believed that dressing the children was strictly women's business and Draco should have insisted Ginevra take care of the boy's wardrobe.

Ginny looked to Draco questioningly. She'd been worried about alienating the Malfoy patriarch even further with Draco's absence from work so often. Their relationship was tenuous at best since the incident with Drake's punishment and it wouldn't take much to spark another confrontation.

With a negligible shake of his head, Draco held Ginny's chair for her while she sat down. He would have a word with his father later about keeping his displeasure to himself while Ginny was around. She had enough to be getting on with and didn't need to worry about his work habits or his father's opinion of them.

"I believe the chef left his suggested menu with you, Mother."

"Yes, he's made some excellent choices."

"Perhaps you can go over them with Gin after breakfast."

"Oh." Narcissa appeared momentarily startled, but quickly composed her features into a warm smile. "Of course, he was kind enough to explain the full menu to me last night, so I'd be happy to relay the information."

"Thank you, Narcissa," Ginny responded tightly. She'd be surprised if Narcissa hadn't already given her approval to the menu, even though the chef had given no indication of such a discussion.

"I think you'll be most impressed with some of his suggestions."

"I'm sure I will."

"What else do you have planned for today, Ginevra?"

"We're shopping for the bridesmaids dresses today. Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to come along."

The older witch's eyes lit up like Christmas. "I would love to come with you. Will we be shopping for Angel's dress as well?"

"Yes, I thought we'd get everyone done at once."

"Splendid idea! What time did you plan on leaving?"

"Mum and Hermione are meeting us here. So if we leave about half past eleven that should give us time to drop Drake at the office and walk to Galor's to meet Pansy."

"Shall we have an early lunch before we leave?"

"I hadn't thought about lunch. I guess we should eat before we leave or grab something on the way to Galor's." Her original plan of taking Angel for lunch went out the window with Draco's insistence that everyone meet at the manor.

"Why don't we have a girl's lunch after we drop Drake at the office?"

"Okay, I'll Floo Pansy and tell her we're going for lunch beforehand."

"I'd love to see your dress again. Do you intend to show your dress to your attendants before the day?"

"Yes, I promised Angel she could see the dress."

"In that case, you can do me a favor if you don't mind, Mother."

"Of course, darling. What do you need?"

"Perhaps you could make some suggestions about the jewels that would be most appropriate with the gown."

"Jewels?" Ginny looked at Draco with a small frown. It wasn't that she hadn't given any thought to the accessories she would require for the day, but she thought she would take care of them herself.

"Yes, I'm taking care of your jewels and I can't see the dress, so I'll have to trust in Mother's excellent taste."

Narcissa smiled broadly across the table. "I already have a few ideas about what might go best, but I'll need another look at the dress before I can reach a firm decision."

"Excellent."

"It will help if Galor has the tiara ready, of course. We may have to wait for that to be available before we make a definite decision."

"Can't we get the tiara to match with the other jewels, instead of leaving it to him?" Draco knew it would be easier to get a matching set all at once than having to match the rest of the jewels with one piece.

"I'm sure we could."

"Good, let him know that we'll be doing that."

"Umm... Draco?" Ginny interrupted quietly.

"Yes, love?"

"Galor was designing a tiara to go specifically with my dress."

"If he hasn't done it yet then Mother can offer to take care of it rather than wait for him."

"But--"

"Gin, it could take him weeks to design something. At least if we take care of it ourselves we know you'll have everything matching."

"I suppose--"

"I'm doing this for you. I'm just using Mother's eyes and she won't tell me what your dress looks like. All she'll do is suggest the jewels that would best suit."

"Are you quite finished? It is time we were going," Lucius barked as he folded his paper. He'd listened to quite enough wedding talk this morning and the fact that his son was still insisting on arranging certain things was raising his ire once more.

"Yes, Father, ready when you are."

"Good. Shall we?"

Draco rose from the table and placed a lingering kiss on Ginny's mouth. "Mother, Gin, have a lovely day ladies and I'll see you just before lunch."

"Cissa, Ginevra." Lucius placed a chaste kiss on his wife's cheek and inclined his head politely in Ginny's direction before striding out of the room.

Draco winked at the women before following his father from the dining room. It was going to be a long morning if he didn't escape his father's presence soon.

"I have the menu suggestions in my private parlor would you like to examine them now?"

"Yes, I think it'd be a good idea to get it settled this morning if we can."

The women retired to Narcissa's personal parlor and began to go over the menu for the reception. All the while Narcissa urged Ginny to accept the chef's suggestions, because he was the expert and had the most experience with such functions. In the end Ginny conceded and asked Narcissa to inform the chef that his menu was acceptable. She really had no idea what she would expect him to produce if she didn't accept his suggestions, so felt it safer to agree. Besides if Narcissa wasn't suggesting changes then she felt sure the menu was acceptable, because if Ginny had learnt nothing else during the planning of her wedding it was that if Narcissa wasn't happy with something then she would most certainly voice an opinion.

Further discussion about the wedding was momentarily suspended when Angel's voice came floating down the corridor and into the room. Molly and Hermione had arrived with the twins in tow. Narcissa rose from her chair eager to greet her grandchildren.

"Grandmother!"

"Hello, darling. Were you a good girl for your Grandma?"

"Yep!"

"Good girl! Drake, come and say hello properly," Narcissa cooed as she released Angel.

"Hello, Grandmother." Drake stood stiffly when Narcissa hugged him. "Mummy, I'm supposed to be shopping with Daddy today."

"You will. We're dropping you at the office just before lunch." Ginny looked at the doorway as Molly and Hermione walked entered. "Mum, Hermione!"

"Hello, dear. Mrs. Malfoy, lovely to see you again." Molly hugged her daughter before turning to the mistress of the manor.

Hermione followed Molly's lead in hugging Ginny before greeting Narcissa. "Hi, Gin. Mrs. Malfoy, your home is wonderful."

"Mrs. Weasley, a pleasure as always and Mrs. Potter, thank you."

Angel tugged impatiently on her mother's arm. "Mummy, are we going to get my dress today?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"YAY! I know exactly what I want. I want--"

"Angel, we'll sort out what dress you're going to have once we get to the shop. I don't even know what they have."

"Do we get to see your dress?" Hermione was dying to see her gown. She was sure the description Molly and Ginny gave her didn't do the dress justice.

"Yes, I'll have Galor bring it out. Narcissa needs to see it again anyway so she can advise Draco on what jewels to get me."

"You should try it on again, Ginny. I'm sure Mrs. Malfoy would like to see what it looks like on you," Molly suggested.

"It would be lovely to see you in the gown. Far easier to envision the jewelry you'll require to set the look off properly," Narcissa encouraged. The dress was exquisite and to see it on Ginevra before the wedding would be a treat.

"Okay, I'll put it on again." Ginny didn't really need much convincing.

Molly consulted her watch. "What time are we going to start out?"

"I have to drop Drake off about half past eleven, then we'll get some lunch. Oh, I have to Floo Pansy and let her know we're having lunch before going to Galor's!"

"I'll Floo her if you like, Ginny," Hermione offered pleasantly.

"Thanks, Mione."

"Where are we going to meet then?"

"There's a lovely little restaurant just off Diagon Alley, I'll just write the details down and you can give them to Miss Parkinson." Narcissa quickly wrote the details on a piece of parchment and handed the information to Hermione. "I'll arrange some tea while you contact our other bridesmaid."

"Where can I find a--"

"My fireplace is connected to the network, dear."

"Thank you." Hermione smiled at the blonde witch as she moved to the hearth on the opposite wall.

While Narcissa was ordering tea to be brought immediately, along with pumpkin juice for the children, Ginny took the opportunity to speak quietly with her mother.

"Mum, why are you here so early?"

"Draco told us to be here by ten o'clock."

"But he knew we weren't leaving until half past eleven."

"Perhaps he thought it would be nice for us to have a cup of tea before we set out."

"Mmm... Maybe."

Hermione didn't take long talking to Pansy and it seemed she was only too happy to meet the women for lunch. She told Hermione that she would try to change her appointment with her Mid-Witch so she could come to lunch without the worry of having to rush off.

After they had consumed several cups of tea while talking of wedding plans Ginny took Drake upstairs to change into dress robes. It wouldn't do to have him walking through the office in play clothes and she wasn't sure where Draco had planned to have lunch, but knowing him it would be somewhere that Drake's preferred clothing would be frowned upon. She had been prepared for an all out battle to get him into the robes, but apart from a small token protest he was cooperative. While it surprised her, she was pleased and began to think that maybe he was finally starting to understand that there were times when he had no choice but to do as he was asked. When they returned to Narcissa's parlor it was time to leave. Molly and Narcissa had a child each firmly attached to their hands as they traveled via the Floo network to Diagon Alley.

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When they had arrived safely and the perfunctory Scourgify charms had been cast to clean off any soot that they may have picked up on the journey, the group set off towards Malfoy Holdings. Angel was almost bouncing up the street with excitement while Drake attached himself to Narcissa's hand and walked beside her with an almost dignified expression.

"Gin, while you take Drake up to Draco I'll just go find a loo down here," Hermione said.

"There are bathrooms inside the office, Mione. I'm sure Draco wouldn't mind if you used one," Ginny offered with a smile.

"It's okay. I'd rather look for one down here. I don't think I'd make the elevator ride," Hermione told her quietly.

"Okay, we'll meet you at the café over there." Ginny pointed to a small café across the street.

"No problem and don't feel you have to rush or anything."

"Ginny, I'll stay with Hermione to keep her company," Molly offered.

"You don't have to, Molly," Hermione protested.

"Ginny doesn't need all of us just to deliver Drake and I don't mind at all."

"If you're sure."

"I'm positive. Ginny, we'll see you when you're done."

"All right, we'll try not to be long and if you want to join us, Draco's office is on the top floor."

"We'll be fine, dear. Perhaps we can have a cup of tea while we're waiting."

Ginny waited until Hermione and Molly had crossed the street before she joined Narcissa inside the building. The elevator didn't take long to arrive and they were the only ones in it for the moment, something Ginny was most thankful for. The closer they drew to Draco the more excitable Angel became and she was practically uncontainable by the time the doors slid open at the top floor. They stepped out of the elevator and into the corridor. Lucius was standing a distance away speaking with one of his employee's. It didn't appear to be a friendly chat, but that didn't give Angel cause to hesitate.

"Grandfather! Grandfather!" Angel ran down the corridor, her summer traveling cloak billowing behind her and her expression one of uncontained excitement.

Lucius turned, surprised that his small granddaughter was almost about to run headlong into his legs. He had no other choice than to scoop her up into his arms before she did herself an injury. "Angelique, young ladies do not run through the office."

"Aren't you happy to see me, Grandfather?"

"Of course, I'm happy to see you, but we don't run in the office."

"We're going to get my dress for the wedding today!" Angel ignored Lucius' reprimand for a second time and changed the subject.

"Are you?"

"Yes and it's going to be pretty and purple. Do you want to come too?"

Lucius glared at the employee he had been reproofing for daring to snigger. He would deal with him later. "I'm afraid I have a lot of work to do this afternoon."

"Can't you skive?"

"No, Angelique. It's not very responsible to skive off work." Lucius looked to the rest of the group approaching him at a more reserved pace than his small granddaughter displayed. "Dearest. Ginevra. Drake, is there a problem?"

The little boy had one hand firmly in Narcissa's and the other was busy tugging at his dress robes. Upon hearing Lucius' question his hand dropped to his side. "No, Grandfather."

"Good," Lucius drawled.

Ginny smiled at her future father in-law. "Lucius, busy morning?"

"Extremely."

It was the answer she had been anticipating. "We won't keep you then. Angel, come on we'll go and see Daddy."

"I'm not too busy to spend a little time with my grandchildren."

"Perhaps you'd care to walk with us to Draco's office, darling," Narcissa suggested lightly. She was eager to escape the corridor and the earshot of the employees. It wouldn't do to have rumors spreading about the family, no matter how true they may be.

"Of course, Draco is most anxious to see the children." Lucius turned to the employee who had earned his wrath this morning. "I'll deal with you later."

Lucius led the way to his son's office with Angel still in his arms and Drake striding self-importantly beside him, but still attached securely to his grandmother's hand. Ginny followed closely behind, well aware that everyone they passed was appraising her. She was sure it wasn't going unnoticed that she was bringing up the rear.

"I trust my son is at his desk?" Lucius said to Draco's secretary as he passed her desk.

"Yes, sir. Would you like me to announce you?"

A simple wave of dismissal in her direction communicated his negative response as he continued into Draco's office.

"Daddy, we're here!"

"Hello, princess." Draco was on his feet immediately and rounding the desk to meet his family. "Drake, are you ready for lunch and shopping?"

"Yep! When are we going?"

"Soon, mate." Draco ruffled his hair before turning his attention to the women. "Mother, Gin."

"Hello, darling. Have you had a pleasant morning?" Narcissa removed a piece of invisible lint from his shoulder.

"Busy, Mother."

"You must make certain not to overwork yourself, darling." As Narcissa stroked her son's cheek lovingly, his father couldn't suppress a disgusted snort.

"I won't, Mother." Draco smirked at his father. "Gin, where's your mum?"

"Mum and Hermione decided to get a cup of tea rather than trek in here with us."

"Aunt Hermione said she needed to go to the loo." Drake frowned at his mother.

"Bathroom, Drake, not loo," Narcissa corrected.

"She does, but we don't have to advertise the fact," Ginny told him.

"Gin, she could have used my bathroom," Draco offered.

"I did tell her that, but she wanted to stay downstairs. Why did you tell Mum to arrive at ten?"

"Oh, I thought Mother might enjoy some time with the children before you started out for the day."

"Really? Well, next time you decide something like that perhaps you could mention it?" Ginny suggested lightly.

"It wasn't a problem, was it?"

"No, we just weren't expecting them so early."

"Sorry, I should have said something."

"Your heart was in the right place, darling," Narcissa soothed. She certainly had no problem with the children arriving earlier than expected this morning. "It was wonderful having the extra time to spend with them this morning."

"Are you going soon, Mummy?" Drake queried. He was growing rather tired of all this talk and was more than eager to start doing wizard things with his dad.

Ginny grinned at her son. "I think we're being given a hint."

"A none too subtle one at that. Drake, your mother will leave when she's ready," Draco told him seriously. He was in no hurry to see Ginny leave, though he did wish everyone else would vacate his office for a half hour or so.

"We really should be going. Mum and Hermione are waiting, plus Pansy's due to meet us soon."

"All right, remember not to over do it this afternoon," Draco cautioned seriously.

"I won't and don't be late for our meeting with Colin."

"What time did he say he was coming?"

"Seven, but dinner will be ready at six and if you're late I won't be able to save you from Mum."

"I won't be late then."

"Good."

"Lucius, you will be home for dinner this evening?" Narcissa hated to eat alone and having the assurance that her husband would home for dinner made her day all the more pleasant.

"Yes, dearest, I most certainly will."

"Lovely!"

"Angel, you be good for Mummy," Draco admonished casually as he kissed his daughter's cheek.

"I will, Daddy."

"Angelique would never misbehave!" Lucius looked almost offended at the suggestion. He placed a kiss on her forehead before placing her on her own feet.

"I don't think we need worry about misbehaving children this afternoon, Draco. We're going to have so much fun choosing her dress for the wedding," Narcissa supplied.

"I'm sure you will, Mother." Draco smiled indulgently at Narcissa. He knew her passion was shopping and if anyone had fun this afternoon it would most definitely be her. "Gin, I'll see you tonight love." He moved to her side and placed a lingering kiss on her mouth. As one of his hands began to caress her backside, Lucius subtly cleared his throat and Drake groaned in disgust. Draco pulled away reluctantly.

"Tonight," Ginny whispered. The color had risen in her cheeks and she kept her gaze firmly on Draco.

An affected sigh from Drake had everyone quickly saying goodbye and the women leaving the office with Angel in tow. He'd had quite enough of all this silly business. His mum was meant to drop him off and then leave straight away, not stand around snogging his dad.

Hermione and Molly were waiting in the café across the street. Ginny's face was still burning when they met up with the women.

"Gin, is everything all right?" Hermione noticed that her friend's face was flushed.

"Yes, everything is fine. Sorry we took so long."

"No need, dear. Hermione and I were having a lovely chat," Molly assured her.

"Shall move to the restaurant?" Narcissa suggested. "Miss Parkinson will be meeting us there soon, won't she?"

"Yes, she may be waiting for us already," Hermione agreed as they rose from the small table and headed into the street.

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"Daddy, there's Uncle Harry." Drake pointed to a table near the staircase at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Calm down, mate. We'll walk over to him." Draco had a firm hold of Drake's hand, but he could feel his son pulling to gain freedom.

"Harry," Draco said as he offered his hand.

"Draco, Drake."

"Hi, Uncle Harry!"

"Do you have long for lunch?" Draco asked. Harry had warned him if they had a busy day that he may not have long to stop, but he would make the effort to meet them for a brief chat at the least.

"I've got about an hour," Harry responded.

"Great! We can work something out in that time."

"We sure can and we can keep this one happy." Harry ruffled Drake's hair much to the little boy's disgust.

The men placed their orders with Tom, the barkeep, and waited for him to disappear behind the bar again before continuing.

"When can we see each other, Uncle Harry?"

"I was going through the hours I do every week and I've discovered that Wednesday afternoons are generally pretty quiet. So I could leave work an hour or so early on Wednesdays and pick you up from wherever you are."

"Wednesdays are good for me. If we're going to have a late day it's usually midweek," Draco added.

"Hermione and I were talking about seeing the kids more often. We'd like to offer to have them maybe one weekend a month. It'd give you and Gin some time to yourselves."

"I'd have to talk it over with Ginny, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind. What do you think, Drake?"

"Every Wednesday afternoon and maybe a weekend?"

"Yep, that's about it."

"Sounds all right."

"Good, I'm glad we got that sorted quickly."

"How are you going with the wand ceremony paperwork?"

"I have something for you," Harry said with a large grin on his face as his hand went into his cloak pocket. He passed the scroll of parchment across the table to Draco.

"I hope this is what I think it is," Draco muttered as he unfurled the roll and scanned the concise printing. "Excellent! We got permission, Drake. Now we can start teaching you the ring ceremony."

"The one with your wand, Daddy?"

"Yes, the one with my wand. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Yeah." Drake's eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree. He had been waiting all week to hear more about the ceremony that his dad wanted him to do at the wedding. He'd not had the chance to ask his dad and his mum wouldn't talk about it, because without permission from the Ministry it wouldn't be going ahead.

"I thought that would please both of you," Harry said. "Do you need any help with teaching Drake the charm?"

Draco looked sideways at his son. The eager grin he received back was tainted with a touch of mischief. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind a hand if you can spare the time."

"I had both our names plus Ron's recorded as appropriate guardians to teach him the charm so I'd be glad to help out."

"When can we start, Daddy?"

"Well, if we get our shopping done quickly, we can call by the manor and pick up my old wand before going to the Burrow."

"Why can't we do it at the manor?"

"Because if we get busy with what we're doing we might be late for dinner and I don't want to risk your grandma's ire. At least if we go to the Burrow before we start, we'll be there and we can't be late."

"Did Molly threaten you?"

"No, but Gin made it quite clear if we were late she wouldn't be able to save us."

"Mummy didn't say nothing about not saving me," Drake stated with a smirk.

"Son, if I'm going down then you're coming with me." Draco returned the smirk.

Drake's eyes opened wide at his father's statement. He couldn't quite believe his own daddy would take him down with him if they were late for dinner. Grandma would show no mercy either, he'd seen her tell Uncle Ron off before and it wasn't pretty. "We can't be late for dinner," the little boy muttered.

Their food arrived and all three wizards ate hungrily in silence for a while.

"So what are you two up to for the afternoon?" Harry was curious to see how Draco had planned to keep Drake entertained for the rest of the day, besides practicing for the wedding.

"We're going shopping for the new play clothes we discussed last weekend and then we'll start practicing for the wedding ceremony," Draco responded.

"Shopping? Should be interesting."

"Feel like coming along?"

Harry grinned broadly at the blond wizard, if he didn't know better he would have been sure it was hope he'd heard in Draco's voice. "Got to get back to work, mate."

"Likely excuse," Draco mumbled.

"Got a Dementor waiting for me." In Harry's opinion, facing a Dementor was a better option than taking Drake shopping.

"I'm finished, Daddy," Drake announced.

"Good boy."

"I should be getting back to the office. I've left Ron doing a bit of investigation and he wasn't happy about missing lunch."

"Weasley missing a meal? Has hell frozen over?" Draco responded in mock surprise.

"We often work through lunch. Unfortunately Dark Wizards don't seem to respect mealtimes, much to Ron's disgust."

"I feel sorry for whomever it is he's chasing at the moment, because he's going to be in a fine mood if he doesn't eat before catching them."

"Let's just say there are those who wished they'd taken a different course in life after meeting a ravenous Ron."

"I'll bet there are. Thanks for coming to lunch, Harry."

"My pleasure. Drake, you behave yourself for your dad this afternoon and I want to see some progress on the charm he'll be teaching you today the next time I see you."

Drake rolled his eyes at his godfather. If he had a Knut for every time some had reminded him to behave today, he'd be one rich little boy in his opinion. "It'll be easy!"

"Don't get too over confident. It's not always easy to control."

"Angel loses control more than I do," Drake countered. He rarely lost control of his magic, but Angel was renown for doing it, particularly when she was upset.

"All right, mate, I'll see you next week," Harry chuckled.

"Yep, on Wednesday."

"Yeah. Draco, see you soon."

"Harry."

When Draco had lost sight of Harry he turned to Drake, "What do you say we get this shopping over and done with so we can start teaching you that charm?"

"Yeah! I want to learn how to do the... The... What is it?"

"Ring Ceremony."

"Yeah, the Ring Ceremony!"

"Let's get to the shopping then, shall we?"

Draco waited from Drake to climb down from his chair then took his son by the hand and led him out of the Leaky Cauldron. They made their way quickly to a clothing store and wasted no time in selecting new garments for Drake. Ginny had given Draco a list of sizes for various articles of clothing, thus eliminating the need to try everything on for fit. Within thirty minutes the wizards had selected several pairs of blue denim pants, two pairs of black denim pants, more t-shirts than one little boy really required, a couple of button up shirts for casual outings, several jumpers and a couple of pairs of trainers. Before they left Diagon Alley, Draco took his son to the boot makers and had a pair of genuine dragon skin boots fitted. Drake left the shop all smiles, strutting next to his father with his brand new boots on his feet.

Draco Apparated them to Malfoy Manor to drop their shopping parcels off and pick up his old wand. He had decided that Drake's new clothes would remain at the manor for the time being, because Molly still wasn't overly pleased that he was buying him a new wardrobe and rather than cause trouble, he thought it prudent that the new clothes kept a low profile for the time being.

Drake followed his father upstairs. Once they entered Draco's chambers, Drake watched as his father went to an old roll top desk in the corner of his bedroom. Draco opened one of the drawers and extracted a long wooden box with brass hinges.

"Come here, mate."

"What's that, Daddy?"

"This is my first wand." Draco carefully opened the old box so Drake could see the black walnut length. "This is what you'll use to perform the Ring Ceremony."

"Wow! It's really long!"

"You think you can handle it?"

"Sure," Drake breathed more than said. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever get his hands on a wand before he went to Hogwarts and now, here he was staring at the wand he would be allowed to use.

Draco snapped the box shut. "Let's get to the Burrow so we can start practicing."

"Yeah, let's go," Drake replied eagerly. He couldn't wait to feel the cool wood in his hands.

"Hang on tight." Draco swished his own wand around and they Disapparated.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The women ate lunch in a quaint restaurant not far from Malfoy Holdings. Pansy was a little late arriving; it seemed she had some difficulty changing her appointment with the Mid-Witch, but in the end she got exactly what she wanted. She was free until four-thirty in the afternoon and Ginny assured her that if they hadn't found suitable dresses by then, she would elope.

When the women were leaving, Narcissa insisted on taking care of the account. She ordered the Maitre d' to place their lunch on the company account, even though she knew Lucius would later take her to task when he discovered her expenditure. It was not often that her husband complained about her spending habits, but whenever she used the company accounts for personal events, he did bring the matter to her attention and remind her what the accounts were set up for in the first place. The accountants didn't seem to think that entertaining her friends was a work related expense however, she was of the mind that if Lucius and Draco could entertain then so could she.

The group of women were acting more like old friends on a shopping trip, than future in-laws as they made their way to Galor's shop. Narcissa had sent an Owl this morning to alert Galor that they would be visiting his premises this afternoon. It was an excellent way to ensure a private viewing of his stock. He enjoyed his dealings with the wizarding world and did all he could to make any witch who walked into his store comfortable. Just before they entered the store, Ginny quietly informed Hermione that Galor was a wizard to save her making the same mistake she had made.

"Ladies, what a pleasure!" Galor announced his presence with a flourish.

"Galor, how lovely to see you again." Narcissa stepped slightly ahead of the other women.

"Mrs. Malfoy, you didn't tell me you would be accompanying Miss Weasley! You naughty girl!" Galor kissed the air beside Narcissa's cheeks. "Isn't all this wedding business just so exciting?"

"It certainly is and busy as well," Narcissa responded gaily. "You wouldn't have any idea where we might find some orchids for the wedding bouquets?"

"Oh dear, no. Orchids are rare this season. I haven't heard of anyone being able to get them."

"Not to worry, I'll find them somewhere."

"If they're available, I'm sure you'll be the one to get them." Galor turned his attention to Ginny. "Miss Weasley, such a pleasure to see you again so soon. Mrs. Malfoy told me you were coming in for the bridesmaids dresses so I've put together a selection that would best compliment your gown."

"Thank you, Galor. We'll also need to look at some flower girl dresses."

"Certainly! Would you like to start with the bridesmaids dresses first, then we can outfit this little darling to suit all of you?" The wizard patted Angel's head affectionately.

"That's fine with me, if it makes it easier for you."

"Will the rest of the bridal party be joining you shortly?"

"The rest?"

He looked past Ginny to Hermione and Pansy. "You only have two of your bridesmaids with you."

"I'm only having two."

"Oh--" Galor's forehead creased into a deep frown, before transforming into a beaming smile again. "Well, that just makes it all the easier to fit them."

"Draco and Ginevra decided to have an intimate bridal party," Narcissa explained.

"How lovely, all the more personal for you." Galor patted Ginny's arm in a way that was more condescending than comforting. "Well, ladies, shall we view these wonderful creations of mine?"

While the women made themselves comfortable on the sofas in his viewing area, Galor locked the store and fogged the windows over so the Muggles couldn't see exactly what was going on inside the store. As soon as he was happy with the store, Galor joined them and the dresses began their parade past the women.

"I've selected twelve different styles for you to view today, but I have lots more if you don't like any of these," Galor announced loudly.

"I'm sure we'll find something appropriate within your recommendations," Narcissa assured him. "You are the expert."

The wizard extolled the virtues of each design as they hovered in front of the women. Ginny was paying close attention to her bridesmaids' reactions. She wanted them to like the dresses as well as having them look wonderful on the day. Of the dozen gowns Galor had selected for their viewing, Ginny chose four to have the girls model.

The first gown wasn't comfortable. It had many spaghetti straps coming from one shoulder and joining the back of the dress below the opposite shoulder. Both women claimed the straps were annoyingly tight. The second was already tight on Hermione and Galor was adamant that the gown would look hideous on anyone of a larger size, so with just over four weeks to go it wasn't worth the gamble.

Hermione and Pansy disappeared into the change room for a third time. This time they emerged in full-length, sleeveless, matte satin gowns that hugged their curves beautifully to mid-thigh and then fishtailed out slightly to the floor. Their arms weren't left totally bare as a narrow wrap sewn into the dress encompassed the tops of their arms and gave the gowns an elegant look. The sugarplum color suited both women perfectly.

"I love that color on both of you," Ginny exclaimed. "That's definitely the color we're having."

"These are the only dresses I have of the caliber you're looking for in that particular color." A sharp look from Narcissa prompted Galor to continue quickly. "Of course we can make any dress you want in that color."

"I like this style," Pansy said as she ran her hands down the smooth satin.

"So do I and they're comfortable," Hermione added.

"Is there enough room in them in case either of you decides to show all of a sudden?" Ginny asked worriedly. She loved the dresses, but they were of no use to her if they wouldn't fit on the day of the wedding.

"Yes, I'm sure neither of us is going to pop out that quickly. We've both got an inch or two to spare." Hermione pulled at the front of the dress she was wearing to prove her point.

"And you both like these dresses?" Ginny persisted as she circled the girls.

"Yes, we love them," Pansy answered. "We already decided in the dressing room that these ones were the best and if they fit, we'd be pushing to get them."

"Okay, done! Galor, I believe we have our dresses."

"If I may suggest, a pin placed just off center would set the gowns off beautifully." Narcissa fingered the fabric of Pansy's wrap pensively.

"Oh yes, I need a swatch of fabric for Draco," Ginny exclaimed. She didn't know what he'd think of her choice of color, but he had requested a swatch so he could match the groomsmen with their partners.

"I'll arrange a sample immediately," Galor offered.

"Thank you."

"I think white gold and diamond jewelry will set these gowns off wonderfully. Nothing too over done, of course. Yes, something delicate," Narcissa mused aloud as she circled Pansy. "Ginevra, when are you shopping for the jewelry?"

"I think Draco wanted to go Saturday morning."

"Wonderful! That gives me a day to put together some suggestions for him."

"Suggestions? He was pretty adamant that he was going to choose the accessories himself."

"Yes, but he hasn't seen the dresses and I have. He'll listen to me, I'm his mother."

"All right." Ginny could do nothing more than agree with Narcissa. At least Draco would have some guidance with the jewelry, because she was certain he wouldn't take any suggestions from her.

Galor reappeared with a small shiny cardboard folder. "Your sample swatch, Miss Weasley."

"Thank you, Galor." Ginny took the offered folder. "Mum, can you hold onto that for me?"

"Of course, dear."

"What style of shoes are we going to outfit these two lovely ladies with?" Galor seemed to be posing the question to himself.

Ginny ignored the fact that he didn't seem to be looking for an answer from her and put forward her idea anyway. "I think they can have the same style as mine, just charmed to the same color as their dresses."

"Excellent idea, darling," Galor gushed. "Now why don't we get these dresses off and start on our beautiful little flower girl?" Galor announced with a clap of his hands.

"Would it be possible to see Ginevra's gown on her again?" Narcissa enquired sweetly.

"Of course, of course. I'll get it out right away!"

Hermione and Pansy disappeared into the change room again. Ginny could hear them giggling between themselves and was dying to join them to see what was so funny, but she stayed where she was. Galor would be out soon with her dress and she didn't want him barging into the dressing room with her friends in there.

"I've put your dress in the other room other room, darling. Come, come, I'll help you into it."

"Thank you," Ginny responded sardonically as she followed the wizard through to the other change room.

While Galor was assisting Ginny, Hermione and Pansy returned to the waiting room. They had gotten their mirth under control for the time being and were examining the rows of shoes on display.

Ginny finally emerged from the dressing room in her gown, complete with the shoes she would wear on the day. Hermione, Pansy and Angel were beside themselves. They were so excited it was hard to hear what any one person was saying for several minutes. Molly was standing back dabbing a handkerchief at her eyes, muttering how very beautiful Ginny looked and how lovely the day was going to be with all of them dressed so wonderfully. Narcissa had stepped forward and was fluffing out the dress to help it sit properly.

"You look so very beautiful, dear," Narcissa whispered emotionally into Ginny's ear. It was one thing to see the dress on the rack, but to see it on her son's bride brought a range of emotions she wasn't quite prepared for.

Ginny smiled softly at her future mother in-law. "Thank you."

"Is everyone happy now? We can put the dress away again before it gets tear stained?" Galor said with just a hint of seriousness in his voice before he steered Ginny back into the dressing room.

Back in her own clothes, she returned to the shop front and their attention turned to Angel. It was now her turn to be outfitted for the wedding and she was very excited. Galor was making rather odd noises to himself while scrutinizing her and Angel was giggling as he circled.

"I have quite a collection of little frocks, if you'll just give me a few minutes I'll bring the racks out and we can begin to go through them for the best options."

"Okay."

Galor disappeared into the back of the store again leaving the women alone. The older women were discussing how perfectly the bridesmaids' dresses would compliment Ginny's wedding gown. Both were positive the whole bridal party would look splendid on the day. Hermione and Pansy were still exclaiming their amazement at Ginny's gown; neither had seen a dress quite as spectacular as that one.

"Here we are!" Galor announced his presence from behind a long rack of little girl's dresses. "I was just thinking about what I had in here and I'm sure I have a frock with accents in the same color as your bridesmaids."

"That would be perfect, Ginevra. Everyone would be matched wonderfully," Narcissa exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yes, it would be perfect," Ginny agreed wholeheartedly. If she could narrow the dresses presented to Angel to only a few it would save them a lot of time.

Angel's eyes lit up at the number of pretty dresses on the rack. She'd never before seen so many princess dresses and she knew that before they left she would have one for herself. It was enough to start her bouncing about the store with sheer delight. She ran over to the rack and began to examine the delicate fabrics of the prettiest dresses she'd ever seen.

"Angel honey, come back here," Ginny instructed.

"She's fine," Galor reassured her. "She can help me look for the right dress. Do you think you can find one with the same color in it as the bridesmaids?"

"Uh huh," Angel answered absently. Her thoughts were lost to the beauty of the pretty dresses.

Hermione and Pansy made their way back to the sofas and had only just sat down when Galor disturbed them.

"Ladies, before you make yourselves comfortable perhaps you could pop some shoes on so we can get your correct size before we start charming the color into them," he suggested.

The girls began trying on shoes close to their own size to get the perfect fit. Constant reminders from Galor about the length of time they would be standing on the day of the wedding and how important it was to have a comfortable shoe kept floating over from the rack of dresses. When both were happy with their choices, Galor made a note of the size and confirmed the style with Ginny.

"Mummy! Mummy! Look at this one!" Angel had removed a dress from the rack and was holding it in front of herself.

"It's pretty, sweetheart, but it's not what we're looking for," Ginny said gently.

The dress was deep purple and the fabric seemed to shimmer under the lights in the store. Angel was holding one side of the full skirt out and twirling around. It wasn't a color Ginny favored, it her opinion it was too dark for a child, but it was pretty all the same.

"Mummy, I want this one!"

"Angel, that color clashes with Aunt Hermione's and Aunt Pansy's dresses," Ginny told her patiently.

"I don't care, I want this one!" Angel stopped her twirling and stamped in foot in protest.

"Angel, you're not having that dress," Ginny said firmly. She knew if she didn't stop her daughter soon things would get out of control.

"Ah, here we are!" Galor appeared in front of Ginny with the dress he'd been searching for. "It matches the other dresses perfectly."

"It's beautiful," Ginny sighed. It was a white satin dress with an embroidered organza overlay. The tiny embroidered roses on the overlay were in shades of pink, from pale through to the same sugarplum of the bridesmaids dresses. Where the full long tea length skirt met the bodice, a row of satin roses accentuated the waistline and hid the seam. The bodice gave the illusion of being strapless with the satin stopping just under the arms and only the organza going over the shoulder. It was perfect. "Angel, isn't it beautiful?"

"No!"

"Angelique, darling what is wrong with this lovely dress?" Narcissa asked gently.

"I don't like it! It's not purple!"

"Sweetheart, you can't have a purple dress because it will clash with everyone else's dresses," Narcissa cajoled.

"I don't care. I want this one." Angel was quite firm and she pointed her finger at the dress Galor was still holding. "That one is ugly!"

The wizard gasped aloud. He'd never, in all the years he'd been designing, had one of his creations labeled ugly.

Ginny took a deep breath to steady herself. She knew where this was heading and if she didn't stop her soon, Angel would scream the store down. "Angel, you will try on the dress so we can get a size for you. The dress you are holding can go back on the rack right now. You're not having it and I don't want to hear another word."

The little girl turned her attention solely to her mother. Her expression was furious and her color had begun to rise, turning her face bright red. "NO!"

"I told you to do something and I wasn't joking! This is not up for negotiation, Angelique. You will try the dress on and you will do it without complaint. I am not wasting money on a dress you'll never wear." Ginny did well to keep her tone calm and firm. She felt like screaming back at her insolent daughter, but managed to keep her own temper in check.

"I don't want to! It won't fit me anyway," Angel sneered.

"Why don't we put the dress on and see?" Molly suggested gently. "Come on, sweetheart, I'll help you."

Molly had taken hold of Angel's hand and led her firmly into the change room. She didn't tolerate nonsense from any of her grandchildren and she wasn't about to start now. Angel would comply or there would be trouble. Molly knew Ginny was close to loosing her patience with the little girl, hence the reason she took over strongly. She knew Angel wouldn't argue with her to the same extent she would with her mother.

Within minutes a sullen little witch appeared at the entrance of the change rooms with Molly standing behind her. The dress fitted perfectly and looked stunning on her.

"Oh, Angelique darling, you look so beautiful," Narcissa cooed.

"Did you look in the mirror, Angel? It's like the dress was made for especially for you," Ginny told her with as much happiness as she could muster. She hoped that now she had the dress on, Angel would give up her fight for the other one.

Hermione and Pansy both gushed over her, telling her how wonderful she looked and that no princess in the world could ever look like she did in that dress. It didn't matter what any of the women said; Angel never changed her expression. She didn't show any sign of pleasure, even when they moved on to selecting her shoes and Ginny approval of a small heel for her rather than a completely flat pump.

As Molly led her back to change into her own clothes, Ginny finalized everything with Galor. "We'll definitely take that dress for Angel. It's perfect! Plus the shoes in white."

"Wonderful!"

"I don't suppose you've had time to do my veil yet?"

"Goodness no! They do take time, but it has been started and I know you'll be pleased with what I've planned."

"Okay, I'll trust you."

"It'll be ready before the wedding, I promise."

Everyone's attention was drawn to the change rooms as they heard Angel and Molly returning.

"But, Grandma, I don't want that one, it's horrible. I want the purple one!"

"Angel, you'll have the dress Mummy has picked for you. You're a very lucky little girl to have such a beautiful dress."

"I don't want that one!" Angel screamed at Molly.

"Angelique!" Ginny wouldn't have her children talk to their grandparents in that manner, no matter what the reason.

"I don't want it and you can't make me wear it."

"Ginevra, what if we were to purchase both dresses? Angel seems quite enamored with the purple one and perhaps if she agrees to wear the one you've chosen for the wedding without complaint, the other could be a reward," Narcissa suggested quietly.

Angel's eyes lit up upon hearing her grandmother's suggestion. She was going to get the dress she wanted.

Ginny turned calmly to Narcissa. "No. I told her no the first time she said she wanted it and the answer is still no. She can't just yell and scream every time she wants something and expect to be given it. The dress we've chosen is beautiful and there is no reason for her to have another. She has nowhere to wear a dress like that. No."

"I just thought it would avoid--"

"Narcissa, I don't care if she screams the building down, she's not getting that dress."

"I see," Narcissa answered quietly. She'd merely been trying to avoid a scene, but it seemed Ginevra didn't have the same concern.

"Angel, are you ready to go home?" Ginny asked sternly. Her patience was hanging on by a thread and if she didn't get out of the shop soon she knew she would snap.

"NO! I WANT THE PURPLE DRESS!" The chant continued as the little witch threw herself to the floor. With every kick and scream she went redder in the face until she was a sickly shade of purple. Mannequins began to topple over and shoes from the display soared across the store. The air was almost crackling with raw magic.

"Ginevra, I think if you considered my idea, we could at least put a stop to this performance," Narcissa tried to convince her in vain as she stepped behind a display of silk flowers for protection.

"I'm not giving into her, Narcissa. This is how she's come to expect everything she wants and we decided that it stops now. She's got no use for that dress and she's not getting it just because she's willing to deafen us or make a mess."

"Angelique, that is quite enough! I am absolutely disgusted with your behavior," Molly chastised as a mannequin flew across the store.

"Mum, just let her scream herself out then we'll go home. I can hardly drag her down the street when she's performing like that. She might lose control of her magic in front of Muggles." Ginny sighed tiredly before turning to the shocked wizard. "I'm really sorry, Galor."

"It's fine, fine. Little ones will try anything," he responded in a wavering voice as he ran about righting his displays only to have Angel topple them over again with powerful waves of raw magic.

The noise Angel was making finally started to lessen as she gasped for air. Under the bright red purple flush, she was pale and her eyes were bloodshot. Ginny waited until she started hiccupping between her hitches for breath.

"Are you quite finished now?"

Angel nodded without looking at her mother or anyone else in the room.

"Good. Let's go home." Ginny walked to the door and waited for Angel to join her. She tried not to look around at the devastation her daughter had wreaked. An owl to Galor would be necessary to make amends for any loss he may have suffered, but that would have to wait until she got Angel safely home.

The little strawberry blonde picked herself off the floor and walked slowly to her mother's side. Once there she took Ginny's outstretched hand. Not once did she look up from the floor.

"I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron," Ginny called over her shoulder as she led Angel out.

"I'll come with you, dear." Molly rushed after them. She was most concerned that Ginny wouldn't be able to handle Angel if she started again in the middle of the Muggle street and the least she could do was be on hand to take over if need be.

"We'll be right along," Narcissa called after the two women.

Hermione and Pansy were already moving toward the door, but Narcissa had yet to move. She still had some business to attend to with Galor.

"I'm sorry girls. I've still got a few things to discuss with Galor. Do you mind waiting a few moments?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Malfoy," Pansy replied. She had no desire to catch up to Ginny until Angel had calmed herself down properly.

"Thank you, dears." Narcissa turned her most charming smile on the now nervous wizard. "Galor dear, I am so sorry about Angel's performance. I don't know what's come over her today. She's not usually like that at all. If there is any permanent damage let us know and we'll reimburse you."

"Perfectly fine, Mrs. Malfoy," he responded politely. He could hardly vent his true feelings with one of his best customers. A glance around his once pristine store told him that it would take hours to repair the damage created by the little witch and he would be lucky if he incurred no losses.

"Now, I have a few things to sort out with you. Firstly Ginevra's tiara, have you begun your search for one?"

"No, we were waiting until the veil was complete."

"Wonderful. Don't worry about it, Draco wants to select an entire matching set for her to wear on the wedding day, so he'll take care of the tiara."

"All right, but if I may suggest, he keep it relatively simple. Anything overdone would detract from the dress."

"I'll pass your suggestion on to Draco. Secondly, Ginevra's dress will be labeled an original, not for reproduction."

"She is happy with this?"

"It is a personal wedding gift for her from myself."

"I see, and you would like my silence on the matter?"

"Of course, I'll tell her when I'm ready to and not before."

"As you wish."

"Thank you. Thirdly, I'll take that purple dress my granddaughter was so anxious to have."

"The dress?" Galor was certain the little imp's mother had categorically denied her charge the dress she was screaming for.

"Yes, we have many events leading up to the wedding and she'll have the opportunity to wear it so she shall have it."

The wizard hid his shock well. If Mrs. Malfoy wanted to purchase the dress then it was no business of his what the girl's mother would say. "Very well, shall I have it delivered?"

"Please, I wouldn't want another scene today and I'm sure Ginevra doesn't have the energy to withstand another outburst."

"I'll send it right away."

"Wonderful, I'll be in contact next week about my own wardrobe for the wedding."

"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. I look forward to hearing from you."

Galor showed all three of the women out of the shop. Hermione and Pansy had wisely kept their mouths shut about the dress for Angel. They knew Ginny would hit the roof when she found out Narcissa had bought it, but there was no reason for either of them to become embroiled in their argument. When they reached the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny was sitting at a table with a cup of tea in front of her.

"Ginevra, where is Angel?" Narcissa placed her hand on Ginny's shoulder.

"Mum's just taken her to wash her face. We thought we'd have a cup of tea here before heading home."

"Lovely idea. You look ever so tired, dear."

"I know I could do with a good cup of tea and a foot rub," Hermione said as she sat down.

"Tea and then I'm off the Mid-Witch," Pansy announced.

"Oh gods, I forgot about your appointment," Ginny replied.

"It's fine, I've got loads of time."

"Thank goodness. I wouldn't want to make you late after you changed it to come with us."

"It's not like he's going to tell me anything new, Gin." Pansy laughed lightly before going into an impression of her Healer telling her everything was perfectly fine with both of them.

"Nevertheless, it's still important to maintain regular checkups," Narcissa advised seriously.

"Molly would kill me if I didn't go and have her grandchild checked," Pansy admitted with a little trepidation in her tone. The last time she had complained about visiting the Mid-Witch only to hear that everything was fine, Molly had given her quite a stern lecture on the necessity to keep her grandchild healthy and if that meant enduring boring visits to the Healer, then so be it.

"Narcissa, I'm sorry I ran out on you at the shop, but I thought it better to get Angel out of there while she was relatively calm. I'll contact Galor later to see if there was any permanent damage to his stock and offer to pay for anything." Ginny changed the subject abruptly. She hadn't yet chosen a Healer or Mid-Witch to see her through her pregnancy and didn't feel like discussing the matter.

"No need, dear. I've made the offer and he'll contact us if there is any damage."

"Thank you."

"She was quite worked up."

"Yes, it's not the first time she's lost control."

"Well, let's hope it was the last." Narcissa smiled optimistically.

"I doubt that. She's too much like her father," Pansy muttered under her breath. She had some not so fond memories of Draco throwing tantrums throughout their childhood when he couldn't get his own way and Angel's temper had always reminded her of those moments.

"I'm sorry, what did you say, Pansy?" Narcissa enquired politely.

"Nothing, nothing at all." Pansy smiled broadly at the older witch.

Molly and Angel approached the table at a sedate pace. Although Angel's face had been washed it was still blotchy and her eyes were quite puffy. Molly's expression was stern. She'd given her granddaughter a talking to in the bathroom to ensure that they'd make it back to the Burrow without further incident.

"Sit down and I'll get you a pumpkin juice," Molly instructed the little girl.

Angel slid onto a chair and stared into her lap. She still didn't want to look at anyone, especially after Grandma had told her how disappointed everyone was with her behavior. Not that she thought she was wrong exactly. The purple dress was far prettier than the one Mummy had picked and she knew that purple was her favorite color. So why would she pick one that Angel wouldn't necessarily like?

While the women talked animatedly, Angel sipped her juice and listened intently. Most of the talk was centered on the wedding and what still had to be done. Lots of giggling erupted when Aunt Pansy said they still had to plan the 'hen's night'.

"I don't know whether I'll bother with one," Ginny admitted.

"Why ever not, Ginevra?" Narcissa asked.

"If I don't have one then maybe Draco won't have a buck's night."

"Do you really think the boys are going to let him get away with not having a buck's night?" Pansy raised a comical eyebrow at her.

"I can hope, can't I?"

"I don't think it will do any good, dear. The boys will want to welcome Draco into the family properly," Molly said seriously.

"That's what I'm afraid of: Draco alone with the boys. Merlin knows what they'll have planned."

"They wouldn't do him any harm, Ginny." Molly defended her boys, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Mum, we're talking about the boys here. They'll do anything they think they can get away with."

"I'll talk to Bill and he'll make sure they don't go overboard," Molly said strongly. Ginny was right, the boys would make the most of the opportunity.

Narcissa had been listening intently. She would make sure she had a word to her husband before the event so he could be prepared to defend their son. "Lucius will be there and he's not likely to allow them to do anything."

"Along with your father," Molly added.

"And none of that means you get out of having a hen's night," Hermione told her. "Besides, we've already started planning it."

"Okay, I'll have a hen's night."

"Good, I would've hated to be late for my appointment because I had to convince you to celebrate being single one final time," Pansy said as she stood up. "I'll see you all later."

"I think we should make a move for home too, Ginny," Molly suggested.

Hermione consulted her watch. "I should get going too. Harry will be home from work soon enough."

The women wandered into Diagon Alley to the nearest Apparation point. Ginny had decided she wanted to get home as soon as possible and the quickest way to do that was to Apparate, so she would go against everything she'd always believed in and take Angel with her. Molly had offered, but Ginny declined. If something were to go wrong then it would be on her head and no one else's.

As soon as their goodbyes had been said they began to Disapparate one by one. Molly went first and when Ginny went to follow straight after, Narcissa quickly asked for a word with Angel. It was with reluctance that Ginny agreed, she was tired and truly just wanted to go home.

After a whispered conversation, Angel threw her arms around her grandmother's neck and kissed her cheek, then ran back to Ginny. The little girl was full of smiles and good cheer as she held onto her mother tight, ready to go home.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco and Drake landed in the yard at the Burrow. The house looked to be open, but Draco didn't know what type of wards the Weasley's had set to protect their abode.

"Drake, I think we'll stay outside until Mummy or Grandma get home, okay?"

"Why?"

"It's safer to practice outside and I don't know if I can enter the house without getting splinched or something equally as nasty."

"Why?"

"I forgot to check with Mummy about the wards your Uncle Ron is sure to have set."

"Oh. Will they hurt me?"

"I don't know, they shouldn't, but I'm really not positive, so we'll just stay outside until someone comes home."

"Okay."

"Ready to start?"

"Yep!"

Draco retrieved the wand box from his cloak pocket. He placed it on the stone wall fence and opened it to reveal the sixteen-inch wand. "Go ahead, son. Take it."

Drake's eyes lit up as he lifted the wand from its box.

"Why don't you give it a wave, to see how it feels?" Draco suggested. He remembered Mr. Ollivander telling him to give the wand a wave the first time he held it in his hand.

Drake grinned at his father before moving the wand in a large arc. He gasped when the trees on the far side of the yard moved as though a violent wind had just rushed through them.

"How about that? Not that I ever doubted your talent. You've got a lot of natural ability, Drake. We just have to train it a little so you can control what you want to happen."

"Really, Daddy? I've got talent?"

"Yes, mate, you have talent. Loads of it." Draco looked upon his son with a sense of pride, such that he'd not felt before. His son would be a powerful wizard one day, of that he was sure. "Now we have to train your energy so you can control your magic."

"What do I have to do, Daddy?" Drake was the ever-attentive student, eager to please his mentor.

"The incantation I'm going to teach you is a levitation charm. It's only first year charms work so you should pick it up easily."

"Uh huh." Drake was mesmerized by his father's every word. This was learning real magic and he wasn't about to miss anything his dad told him.

"The incantation is Wingardium Leviosa," Draco enunciated the charm perfectly and levitated a nearby garden chair to demonstrate.

"Wow! Can I try?"

"How about you start with something a little smaller?" Draco searched the immediate vicinity for something extremely light. He remembered starting with feathers in Professor Flitwick's class and then moving on to heavier objects only after they had mastered the charm.

"Like what, Daddy?"

"Look around for a large leaf or a bird feather, something like that."

Drake placed the wand back in the box and immediately started scouting around, trying desperately to find something his father would allow him to levitate. He'd made it almost all the way across the yard when he came upon a large silver birch leaf. "Daddy, will this do?"

"Looks good. Bring it over here and let's see how you do."

Drake ran the distance back to Draco and once at his father's side, he produced the leaf for closer inspection.

"This looks perfect for a first try. Now you have to get the incantation right first or it won't work properly, so repeat after me --Wingardium Leviosa."

"Wingardium Leviosa." Drake was careful to place the emphasis on the same syllables as his father had.

"Excellent! Want to give it a go with the wand?"

"Yep, I'm ready." Drake picked up the wand and tested its weight in his hand.

"Hold the wand properly - not too tight, but not that loose that it'll fall out of your grasp."

"Like this?"

"If that's comfortable for you, it's fine. Now the movement is just as important as the words. You want a nice line when you cast... Swish and flick."

Drake copied Draco's wand movement several times, muttering 'swish and flick' while he did.

"That's pretty good. Why don't we see how you go with the leaf?"

"Okay!" The little boy was full of confidence. He was positive he'd get this charm the first time. It was so easy.

"Remember words and actions, both at once."

"Okay, Daddy." Drake resisted the urge to roll his eyes with impatience. "Wingardium Leviosa."

"Good try, mate."

"But it didn't do anything."

"You mispronounced 'Leviosa', that's why nothing happened, but don't worry it's not as easy as it seems. If you don't articulate the charm properly, it won't work. Now, try again and this time say it like this... win-GAR-dee-um lev-ee-OH-sa."

"Okay," Drake agreed glumly. He'd been so sure he'd be able to get the charm right the first time and for that not to happen was most disappointing.

"Hey, don't worry, it took me a whole lesson to get this charm."

"Really?"

"Yeah, like I said, it's not as easy as it looks. In fact, I think the only person who got it straight off was your Aunt Hermione."

"Aunt Hermione?"

"Yep, she used to drive me nutters at school. Always besting everyone. Here I was, a Pureblood, and this little Mud--Muggleborn was getting better grades than me, plus she was grasping spells before I could. I didn't understand how she was doing it, because I had more natural magic than she did or at least I thought I had more."

"So how was she doing it, Daddy?"

"I still don't know, but I do know that she's one very talented witch with a dangerous wand."

Drake sniggered. He'd seen his godmother tell his Uncle Ron off before and whenever she got her wand out, Uncle Ron always went really pale.

"Are you ready to try again?"

"Uh huh." Drake's face contorted into one of furious concentration and he said the charm again with the correct wand movement. This time it seemed as though the leaf fluttered just a little before settling back down on the wall. "It didn't work again!"

"You got it to move a little, mate." Draco watched his son very carefully. He seemed so disheartened at his efforts thus far. Draco knelt in front of Drake and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Listen, mate. I don't expect you to get this today. In fact, I'd be bloody amazed if you did. The point is, unless you start practicing to focus your magic, you won't get the charm in time for the wedding. That's why we're starting now, so that by the time the big day rolls around you'll have this ceremony perfect."

Drake looked at his father dubiously. The way he was feeling at the moment he was sure he'd never get this charm.

"Do you want to give it another try?"

"I guess so."

"Drake, you can't do magic half-heartedly. You have to put everything you've got into it so you get the best results."

"Okay, I'll try again," Drake responded with a bit more conviction.

"Right then, focus and concentrate on pronouncing the charm correctly."

Drake held the wand over the leaf. The little boy's concentration was immense as he said the incantation while moving the wand. When nothing happened again, Draco quietly urged him to try again straight away. This time the leaf hovered about an inch off the wall before dropping.

"Daddy, I did it! I made it move!"

"You sure did, mate! I'm so proud of you." Draco gathered him in his arms and gave him a hug. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yep! Can I try again?"

"Sure, let's keep going."

Over the following hours, Drake continued to practice with leaf. He wasn't always successful in getting it to levitate and still had not mastered the charm enough to control the landing, but he was getting better. At one stage he had the leaf floating a foot off the wall and had he not squealed with delight he might have been able to encourage it go even higher.

With tired sigh, Drake let the wand fall to his side. "Daddy, I need to go to the loo."

"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit that way myself." Draco glanced around. They were still very much alone on the property. "Why don't we go over there against the wall? No one will know."

"Okay," Drake answered happily.

Both wizards moved further down the stone wall and began to relieve themselves. While bathroom facilities would have been preferable, Draco didn't believe it was worth the risk of entering the house with unknown wards waiting to do nasty things to him and he preferred to keep Drake within sight. Not that the lack of proper facilities mattered at the moment, because the relief he was experiencing was heavenly.

"You do know there's a bathroom inside, Draco."

Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit, Draco's mind screamed at him as his tucked himself in hastily and zipped up his pants. When did she get here? Why didn't we hear her? "Mrs. Weasley."

"How many times have I told you to call me Molly?"

"Sorry, Molly."

"That's better." She smiled warmly at the father and son. They were so much alike. "Now why were you two watering my wall instead of the toilet bowl?"

Draco flushed slightly. "Umm... Wards... I didn't know."

"Wards? What wards, dear?"

"On the house. You do have wards on the house, don't you?"

"Goodness no! As long as you don't Apparate directly inside you're fine."

"Oh, I didn't realize. Sorry."

"Don't think you're the first of my boys that I've caught watering the wall." Molly laughed aloud. "I don't suppose you've had a cup of tea this afternoon either."

"No, we haven't had a thing since lunch," Draco answered. Neither he or Drake had moved any closer to the Weasley matriarch and while he knew it was rude to talk across the yard, he didn't want her to know just how embarrassed he was a getting caught.

"Well, I'll put a pot of tea on then."

"Thank you. We'll just clean up out here and be right in."

An Apparation pop on the back porch startled all three occupants of the yard.

"Daddy, you're here! Mummy said you wouldn't be here yet!" Angel began to run across to Draco, but Molly caught her by the arm.

"Why don't you come and help me make a lovely cup of tea for Daddy? He hasn't had one all afternoon."

"Oh, poor Daddy," Angel gasped as Molly led her inside.

Ginny eyed the two blond wizards suspiciously as she walked across the yard to join them. "Want to tell me what that was all about?"

"Not really." Draco mustered a half grin for her.

"Grandma just caught us having a leak on the wall," Drake announced flippantly.

"Drake, why don't you go inside and get some pumpkin juice or something?" Draco ground out. Even though he knew it was inevitable, he really hadn't wanted Ginny to find out what had happened.

The urge to giggle at Draco's pained expression was almost overwhelming Ginny. "I see and why didn't you just use the bathroom?"

"I didn't know what wards may have been set and I didn't want to take any chances."

"Mum explained that the only one we have is for interior Apparation?"

"Yeah, I know that now."

Self-control flew out the window as Ginny burst out laughing. Draco's expression was a mixture of embarrassment, shame and sulkiness; it was simply much too amusing for her.

"There's nothing funny about any of this, Ginevra! Your mother caught me with my... My... My pants open!" He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. Why did she not see just how mortifying this situation was for him?

Ginny gasped for air as she began to settle down again. "Oh... oh... my sides..."

Draco pouted as he began to pack his old wand away. He was muttering to himself about insensitive witches as he went about his task. He couldn't see anything even remotely amusing about his plight and here she was laughing so hard she was starved for air.

After a while Ginny's laughter settled down to the occasional snort. "I needed that."

"What? You needed to laugh at me?"

"No, silly. I needed a good laugh."

"Why?"

"We had a dreadful afternoon."

"But you were going for the girls dresses. How can that not be fun?"

"Angel threw a tantrum when I wouldn't agree to let her wear a bright purple dress at our wedding."

"Angel? She wouldn't!"

"Draco, she did. Right in the middle of the shop in front of everyone." Ginny sighed heavily and sagged against his side as she gave him a blow-by-blow account of his daughter's tantrum. "I think your mother was rather shocked."

"I'm sure you're making more of it than necessary. Angel wouldn't do that. You are tired and you have been doing far too much this past week."

Ginny stepped away from his side. Would he never believe what his daughter is capable of? "Draco!"

"Love, you're just over tired. I mean we're talking about Angel here, not Drake. She wouldn't do something like that."

She blinked at him in astonishment. Angel had him wound so tight around her little finger it was a wonder he could breathe on his own. Ginny mustered all the dignity she could after an exhausting day and turned to face him. "Well, she did and if you don't believe me you can check with anyone who was with us or perhaps the account from the bridal shop for their damages will be enough to convince you."

Draco watched her back as she stormed inside. He'd obviously said something to upset her, but at the moment he couldn't quite fathom what it might have been. He picked up the wand case and followed her inside, but when he entered the kitchen, Ginny was nowhere in sight.

"Daddy!" Angel squealed as she ran to throw her arms around his legs.

"Hey, princess. Did you have a nice day?" Draco asked as he picked her up.

"I suppose."

"You got your dress for the wedding, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't get the one I wanted."

"I see and what one did you want?"

"The prettiest one! It was purple and had a big bow on the back and it was so shiny."

"That does sound pretty. How about the dress Mummy picked for you, don't you like it?"

"It's all right, but it's not nearly as pretty as the purple, shiny one."

"I'm sure you'll make the dress look extra beautiful anyway."

"Draco, your tea is on the table," Molly interrupted with a frown.

"Thanks, Molly. Where did Gin get to?"

"She went upstairs." Molly's lips drew into a tight line of disapproval as she looked at him meaningfully.

Draco let out a long breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "I've done something to upset her, haven't I?"

"Have you?"

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

"All I know is she stormed through here muttering something about hoodwinked men," Molly offered with a small smile.

"I'm not--"

"Apparently you are." Molly inclined her head toward Angel.

"Where is she?"

"Drink your tea first, Draco."

Molly's tone was stern and Draco wasn't silly enough to argue with the matriarch. He sat at the worn table, with his daughter on his knee and sipped the steaming brew she placed in front of him. How Ginny had gone from laughing uncontrollably to being furious, before his eyes, was still beyond him. He went over their conversation, as he remembered it, and could find nothing that would explain her attitude. She was tired; it was the only viable reason he could come up with to explain her behavior.

When he had drained his cup, Draco looked expectantly at Molly. She nodded solemnly. "She's in her bedroom."

"You two stay down here," Draco said to the twins. He wanted to speak to Ginny alone and try to work out what went wrong.

"Why, Daddy?" Drake asked curiously.

"I need to talk to Mummy and it'd be better if you two weren't within earshot... I think." Doubt had begun to creep into his mind. If he had truly messed up, in her eyes, it may be safer to have young witnesses, so she couldn't hex him too badly.

He rose slowly and placed Angel back on the chair they'd been occupying. With a deep breath and a last look at Molly, Draco started towards the door. It seemed to him that the distance between the doorway and the staircase had shortened somewhat, because before he knew it he was climbing the rickety stairs.

Outside her door he took a deep breath and knocked lightly. "Gin, can I come in?"

"Yes."

He opened the door slowly and entered her bedroom. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with evidence of spent tears on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Fine."

"Gin, what happened outside?" Draco sat on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing."

"Something happened. One minute you're laughing and the next you're looking at me like I'm a human Dungbomb."

Ginny sat up and pinned him with a dangerous look. "Do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know." Although Draco kept his voice even, he was beginning to wonder if he should have changed the subject when she was still in denial about what happened in the yard. The look she was giving him was making him feel like a Dungbomb again.

"I told you I had a difficult afternoon with Angel, she threw a temper tantrum in the middle of the bridal shop for all to see and you told me that I was tired and overreacting."

"Love, you are tired and--" Her glare told him it wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"I wanted some support from you. Our daughter acted like a spoiled little brat in front of everyone and you defended her!"

Proceed with caution, his mind screamed at him. "Okay, what would you like me to do?"

She growled at him in frustration. "Don't worry about it, because if you don't know I can't help you!" With one smooth move she was off the bed and headed out of the bedroom.

Draco sat watching as she slammed the door behind her. Shit, shit, shit! Like a man walking to his death, Draco slowly made his way downstairs. In the kitchen, Molly was cooking dinner and the children were coloring quietly at the table. All turned to look at him as he entered.

"She went for a walk," Molly said before turning back to the cauldron boiling at the hearth.

"Thanks."

A deep chuckling boomed into the kitchen as Ron walked in. "Who upset Gin?"

"No one," Draco snapped.

"How badly did you mess up this time, Malfoy?"

"I didn't!"

"Mate, I know that walk. Only when she's upset does she walk so stiffly and she was strutting across the yard when I arrived."

"Why don't the two of you take some Butterbeers out to the shed?" Molly suggested lightly as she placed the drinks on the table. She didn't want the children to hear any of what may come from this conversation. Draco seemed ready to explode and Ron wasn't above needling him until he did. She wasn't going to stop him either. Perhaps if Draco exploded, he might see where he went wrong and Ron could help him sort out the mess he'd created.

"Sounds like a good idea," Ron agreed taking the two bottles from the table.

"No, I've got to go after Gin," Draco said as he headed for the door.

Ron shook his head in amusement. "You don't want to do that just yet, mate. Come on, we'll go have a drink."

"I need to talk to her," Draco insisted from the other side of the door.

"Malfoy, trust me." Ron passed him a Butterbeer. "You don't want to go after her right now... Unless of course you have a death wish."

Draco opened his bottle and took a large swig as he crossed the yard ahead of Ron. He stopped as he reached the stone wall and peered into the field. He could just make out Ginny sitting alongside the stream.

"You don't want to go down there," Ron assured him from behind. "She'll sit there and cool off then you'll be able to talk with less chance of her hexing you into next week."

"She's tired," Draco muttered.

"Yeah, she is. What set her off though?"

"I don't--" Draco stopped himself. He'd been about to say that he didn't know, but he did. He'd set her off somehow. "I did, at least I think I did."

"Ouch, you don't know exactly what you did wrong, do you?"

"No idea."

"So what happened just before she started?"

"She was telling me about Angel in the bridal shop, apparently she threw a temper tantrum when she couldn't get the dress she wanted. The thing is I don't know what Gin expects me to do about it. She thinks I defended Angel."

"Did you?"

"What?"

"Did you defend Angel?"

"No, at least I don't think I did, but she seems to think I did and that's what's causing the problem."

"Did you tell Angel off?"

"No, why would I? Even if she did throw a tantrum, it's over so there's no point bringing it up again."

Ron roared with laughter. "Did you just hear yourself?"

"What?" Draco often wondered about the Auror's state of mind.

"You said 'even if she did throw a tantrum'. Mate, if Angel throws a tantrum, she really throws a tantrum and Ginny wouldn't tell you she did if she didn't."

"Bloody hell," Draco cursed. "I really messed up this time. She said she wanted support from me and all I did was ask her what she wanted me to do. Damn it! I should have done something, not just asked her what I should do."

"Yeah, it would have helped. Look, just give her a little while to calm down and then talk to her. Remember she's tired too, so she's a little dramatic at the moment."

"That I do know."

"Knowing and remembering are two different things."

"When did you become a bloody expert?"

"She's my sister. I've always been an expert on her."

Both men stood looking out over the field behind the stone wall in silence for some time. Draco was again going over all that had happened since Ginny arrived home and trying to figure out exactly where it was he went wrong. Ron quietly observed the blond wizard; he wondered if Draco had what it would take to get out of this mess with all his body parts in tact.

"She called her a spoiled brat." Draco's whisper broke the silence.

"Angel is a spoiled brat."

Draco glared at his future brother in-law. It was one thing to hear it from Ginny, but quite another to have someone else calling his daughter names.

Ron laughed out loud at Draco's offended look. "I swear Angel was born knowing exactly how to get what she wants and when she wants it. The little imp has a system."

"A system?"

"Yeah, if she wants something, she has this little system she goes through and she always gets what she wants. She'll start with Gin, knowing full well she'll get a firm no then she works her way through all of us until someone gives in. Which is usually not too far in, because she'll hit someone with a pout or a tear and none of us want to handle her temper."

"You know she's doing this, yet you give in to her?"

"Has she thrown a temper tantrum in front of you yet?"

"No."

"Because you've been getting her everything she wants?"

"Well, not all the time. At least not right away."

"But she knows if she's patient, she'll eventually get whatever it is she asked you for?"

"I suppose, but why the tantrum today?"

"Who was there?"

"The girls, Molly and my mother."

"She'd have been aiming at your mother then. Angel's not silly. She knows Pansy and Hermione won't give in, especially while Ginny's there. Mum never gives in to her. So the logical choice is your mother."

"Mother does tend to buy them a lot of gifts, but she doesn't need to throw a tantrum to get them. All she has to do is ask and Mother is happy to buy her whatever she wants."

"I don't know, I wasn't there, but if your mother offered, I'd say Gin might have said no anyway and Angel went into tantrum mode."

Draco sighed heavily and took a long draft from his bottle. "And I get to clean up the mess."

"Your mess," Ron reminded him.

"Yeah, my mess. Well, I'd better go see if she's calmed down yet."

"Any last requests?"

"Very funny, Weasley."

"I'll just alert St. Mungo's and an undertaker then."

Draco ignored Ron's comment and stepped over the wall. He walked quietly towards her. She was sitting on a large flat rock near the stream and seemed oblivious to his presence.

"Is it safe to come closer?" Draco asked from just behind her.

"Of course."

He sat beside her on the rock and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She stiffened against him, but he didn't release her. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize Angel could be such a handful when she doesn't get her way. I talked to Ron and he filled me in on what she can be like."

"I did tell you."

"I know, and I didn't listen. For that I apologize."

"Accepted."

"I'll have a word with her, if you like."

"A word? I can just imagine how that'll go."

"All right, I'll growl at her then. Is that better?"

"A little. She needs to know she won't get away with that behavior."

"Right, I agree."

"It's what we talked about last weekend. Everyone always gives into her and it's got to stop."

"You're right, it has to stop."

Ginny looked at him skeptically. "Did Ron tell you to agree with everything I said?"

"No, love. I'm agreeing with you because you're right. We have to stop this behavior now. It's not fair to you." Draco punctuated his words with light kisses to her head. "I'm going to talk to her right after dinner."

"After dinner?"

"After. Your mum probably has dinner just about ready and I don't want to hold the rest of the family up, besides it'll give her that little bit longer to stew about her behavior."

"Why would she stew about it? She thinks you're not going to do anything about it."

"Wait and see. I've my own methods for getting someone to think about what they've done."

"Oh?"

"You'll see. Why don't we head back to the house before your brother comes looking for us?"

"All right."

They strolled back slowly, neither eager to join the rest of humanity when it was so peaceful by the stream. As they entered the kitchen, the rest of the family was just sitting down to dinner.

"Evening, Draco. Ginny, did you have a good day?" Arthur boomed from the head of the table.

Draco inclined his head politely as he held Ginny's chair for her. "Arthur."

"Hello, Dad. We got the dresses sorted out, so that's one less thing worry about."

"Angelique, I want to speak with you after dinner," Draco said in a low voice.

The little girls expression flickered from happiness to worried and back again in an instant. She didn't need to be told what would be discussed after dinner. He'd been talking to Mummy and he'd called her by her full name. "Yes, Daddy."

Draco leaned over to whisper in Ginny's ear, "See, I told you I had my ways."

"Don't think you're getting her worried. She's more likely working out how much tighter she can twist you around her finger," Ginny whispered back.

Dinner continued and conversation drifted towards the current Quidditch season. Molly had to remind both Ron and Draco that they were at the dinner table several times as they vehemently defended the teams they supported. Ginny and Molly cleared the dinner plates as soon as everyone was finished and Molly produced a steaming chocolate pudding. Just the aroma was enough to get everyone's mouth watering afresh.

"Molly, if you don't mind, I'd like to have that chat with Angelique before the photographer gets here." It pained him greatly to have to leave such a delicious dessert, but if he didn't talk to her now he'd run out of time.

"No problem, dear. I'll save you both a serve."

"Thank you." Draco smiled broadly as an idea crept into his mind. "Angelique, come into the front room."

"Yes, Daddy." It was the first time she'd spoken since Draco had informed her of their impending meeting. She slid off her chair and followed her father into the other room.

Draco sat in one of the overstuffed chairs near the fireplace. The heatless fire burning in the hearth momentarily distracted him and he started as Angel tried to climb onto his knee. "Not this time."

Angel stared at him in wide-eyed surprise as he placed her on the floor in front of him. This wouldn't be as easy as she had anticipated.

"You know what I want to talk to you about, don't you?"

She feigned innocence. "No, Daddy."

"Angel, you were very naughty in the bridal shop today and Mummy is very upset."

Angel considered her position carefully. Her mother had obviously told Daddy everything and Daddy was clearly siding with her. It wasn't her fault that she got upset; Mummy should have listened to her. She summoned her tears and drew a deep quavering breath. "Mummy, wouldn't listen to me and--and she didn't listen to Grandmother either and--"

"Enough. I know what happened and I know that you threw a temper tantrum, because Mummy wouldn't let you have a certain dress." A large, affected sniff from the little strawberry blonde filled the room. "Your behavior was unacceptable and I'm very disappointed that you'd pull a stunt like that on Mummy."

Angel whimpered lightly. She could sense weakness and her daddy was clearly having a hard time telling her off. She was sure it wouldn't take many more tears before he gave in and cuddled her. After all, she was his princess.

Draco took a deep breath. Now he had to punish her and then get out of her sight before he gathered her into his arms. Every tear that fell down her face was like a knife plunging into his heart. "I presume you've had your bath, seeing as you're already in your pajamas. You're to go straight to bed without dessert and without complaint."

"But there's chocolate pudding," Angel protested.

"Pudding you won't be eating. Come on, I'll tuck you in." Draco stood and reached for her hand, but Angel moved away from him.

She tossed her head and marched up the stairs, occasionally letting loose a sob loud enough for Draco to hear. He took a minute to gather himself. He would need every ounce of strength he could muster to tuck her in and return downstairs without giving into her.

When Draco got to the small bedroom, Angel had climbed into bed. She was sitting up with her arms folded over her chest and she glared hatefully at him as he crossed the floor. Draco pulled her blankets up properly and kissed her forehead.

"You'll apologize to Mummy in the morning and if you ever behave like that again your punishment will be a lot worse. Do you understand?"

Silence from the little witch almost deafened him.

"Goodnight, Angel." Draco walked out of the room, closing the door behind him as heart-wrenching wail floated through the thin wood. He rested his forehead on the door and closed his eyes as he tried to steel himself against walking back in there and gathering her in his arms. Only when all had gone silent within did he move to return to the kitchen.

The kitchen was full of happy voices and cleaning charms as the women cleared the mess from dinner. Draco paused in the doorway to observe everyone going about their normal nightly routines.

"Where's Angel? I've kept your desserts warm," Molly nattered as soon as she noticed Draco.

"She won't be having dessert this evening."

"Oh?" Ginny looked curiously at him.

"I-- Err-- I sent her to bed." Try as he might, Draco couldn't completely hide the devastation in his voice.

"Handkerchief, mate?" Ron asked as he pushed past on his way to the front room.

"Sod off, Weasley."

"Wouldn't want you to cry all over those fancy robes," Ron countered with a chuckle.

Ginny's arms wove around Draco's waist. "Ignore him. He's just jealous because you actually managed to tell her off and issue a punishment without caving before she'd served her time."

"Hardest bloody thing I've ever had to do," he whispered.

"You'll get used to it, son." Arthur slapped his shoulder as he joined Ron in the front room.

"Draco, come and eat dear," Molly urged gently.

"Can I have Angel's pudding, Mummy?" Drake asked eagerly.

"No, you may not."

"But why? She's not going to eat it," the little boy whined.

"Because I'm not silly enough to give you that much chocolate before bedtime."

"It's not fair! No one else is going to eat it!"

"Correction, I need the strength," Draco stated as he dragged Angel's bowl over to sit beside his.

Drake left the kitchen muttering under his breath about the injustice of his father having two helpings of pudding when he only got one and how his mummy never let him have anything.

"Was it that bad?" Ginny rubbed her hand up and down his arm in a comforting motion.

"Worse, much worse."

"Eat your pudding and you'll feel better."

Draco reflected on the battles he'd waged this evening while he ate his pudding and Ginny cleaned around him. It was still early and yet he was exhausted. The last few hours had drained him and he still had to make it through a meeting with their photographer. He hoped Ginny's friend was a professional and accustomed to dealing with such events, because it would make it so much easier if he didn't have to explain everything they expected of the man.

"Gin, Colin's here," Ron called from the front room.

"Thanks," Ginny called back. "Do you want to meet with him in here or the front room, Draco?"

"In here, that way we don't disturb the rest of the family."

"Okay," Ginny replied as she left to meet Colin.

"I'll just make you a pot of tea then I'll disappear," Molly said.

"You don't have to; I just thought it'd be better if we met in here. I'm sure Arthur would like to relax and Drake doesn't need to hear all of this nonsense."

"Well, neither do I."

"Draco, this is Colin Creevey. Colin, you remember Draco Malfoy." Ginny made the introductions and then stood back to allow the men room to greet each other.

Draco stood and offered his hand to the shorter man. As soon as he laid eyes on him memories from Hogwarts began to assault him. Creevey was the skinny little kid with a camera slung around his neck twenty-four hours a day. "Creevey, thanks for coming."

"Anything for Ginny, Malfoy."

"Take a seat. I hope you don't mind if we meet out here, I'd rather not disturb the rest of the family."

"Not at all."

"Hello, Colin," Molly said warmly.

"Mrs. Weasley, how are you?"

"Very well, yourself dear?"

"Good, thank you."

"Wonderful. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes please, if it's no trouble."

"Of course, it's not."

"I'll just give Mum a hand with the tea while you finish your pudding, Draco," Ginny said. Draco had stopped eating the moment Colin walked in and if he didn't finish his dessert soon Molly would start fussing over him.

"If you'll excuse me a moment I was delayed in finishing my meal," Draco intoned politely.

"Fine, fine. It smells great, I know I wouldn't be leaving it for anyone else," Colin assured him.

The men sat in silence as Draco finished his dessert. Ginny occasionally wandered back to the table to check his progress and as he neared the final mouthfuls of his pudding she placed a large pot of tea on the table with three cups. Once she'd poured tea for all of them, she sat next to Draco and smiled warmly across the table at her old friend.

"How have you been, Colin?"

"Great, Gin. Really busy lately."

"It's been so long since we've caught up."

"Yeah, it has been a while. I didn't even know you were seeing anyone, until I saw the article in the Quibbler and now you're getting married."

"You saw the article?"

"I saw it, but I didn't believe a word of what they actually printed."

"Oh."

"Shall we get down to business? I'm sure Mr. Creevey has had a long day and is eager to get home," Draco suggested evenly. He wanted to move conversation away from that particular article in the trashy publication, before Creevey said something he didn't want Ginny to find out about.

"Of course. I asked Ginny the standard array of questions the other morning for wedding bookings and she was a little lost for answers." Colin winked at Ginny.

"I suggest you run through your queries with me, and then if I feel we've missed anything I can elaborate further on the service we expect from you."

Draco sorted through the majority of Colin's questions with ease. The question of exclusive rights to the event was discussed at length and before Draco agreed he added a clause to the contract stating that no images could be published without their written permission. While Colin wasn't overly pleased with this addition, because it compromised his earning potential from the assignment, he did agree for Ginny's sake. Draco's assurance that he would receive more than enough in commissions from the photographs they agreed to release was taken with a large pinch of salt. The fact was, an original photograph of an intimate moment could pay a year's salary for him, but he was doing this for a friend. He was under no illusion, if Malfoy weren't marrying Ginny, he would have been on the other side of the wall on the wedding day with all the other photographers trying to snap that one elusive shot and make a little money from the society wedding.

Before he left for the evening, Draco promised he would have a contract drawn up in time for their Saturday meeting at the manor. The document Colin had produced was lacking, in Draco's opinion, in several areas and he refused to sign such an open contract. Colin was most anxious to get inside the gates of the infamous Malfoy Manor, photographs from the grounds were always much sought after and he would have full reign for a day. It was just a shame he would be bound by a stringent contract.

"That went well," Draco said as he reclined on the sofa with Ginny in his arms.

"Did it?"

"Sure it did. Creevey's too scared to step out of the bounds set by the contract so we'll have no trouble."

"Colin isn't a coward."

"I didn't say that. He's clever enough to figure out that if he does the right thing by us more work will flow his way."

"Do you think so?"

"Absolutely! If Mother likes his work, she'll tell all her friends and they'll tell their friends. You know how it works, Gin."

"I suppose so. I just wanted him because he's a friend and it would be a feather in his cap to have a big wedding like ours in his portfolio."

"Enough talk of the wedding. I want to relax with you for a little while."

"Okay."

"Draco, I promised Drake you'd go up and say goodnight," Molly interrupted. She had sent Drake to bed before Colin had left and he hadn't been given the opportunity to say goodnight to his parents. He had complained bitterly, but a promise to send his dad up as soon as he was finished silenced the little boy.

"On my way," Draco announced tiredly. "Keep my spot warm, witch."

"I might just take your spot over."

"Just try," Draco called over his shoulder as he mounted the stairs.

Drake was still awake when Draco entered his room. He'd been waiting somewhat impatiently for his dad and had kept sneaking out to the top of the staircase to see if he could hear anything. Uncle Ron had caught him once and had growled at him when he tucked him back in, but he was determined not to go to sleep until he'd said goodnight.

"Daddy!"

"What are you doing still awake? It's really late."

"I was waiting for you."

Draco sat on his bed and put his feet up on the covers. "Really? Is there something that couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

"When are we going to practice again?"

"Tomorrow night. We'll do a bit before dinner and then, if we have time, we'll do a bit more before bedtime."

"Are we going to the manor tomorrow?"

"That's the plan, mate. After we get our robes sorted for the wedding we'll go back to the manor and Mummy will meet us there."

"Don't want to get robes."

"Well, you have to and I don't want any drama tomorrow." Draco yawned widely. "You don't want the other wizards to think you're a baby, do you?"

"No!"

"So we'll get fitted without complaint then?"

"I suppose."

"Good boy." Draco reached over and kissed the top of his son's head. "Did you have fun today?"

"Yep! And I did real good, didn't I? The leaf did go up lots and lots of times. Can I show Grandfather tomorrow? Can I keep the wand with me? Daddy? Daddy?" Drake shook his father lightly, but the only response he received was a light snore. He giggled to himself as he climbed down to the end of his bed and dragged the extra blanket his grandma insisted on leaving there over his father. With a contented sigh, Drake rested his head on Draco's chest and drifted off to sleep.

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