Its Never too Late.

Chapter 5

Draco's eyes widened as soon as he entered the tiny cottage. The place was huge. It had obviously been magically modified to allow more people to congregate. He let out a long low whistle. He heard a snort from next to him. The Weasley he didn't know was standing there with his arms crossed and a sickening smirk on his face.  

"So you're the Malfoy we've all heard so much about. " 

Draco's eyes narrowed and he gave a curt nod. 

"And you are...?" He asked. 

The long haired Weasleys smirk was still plastered across his face. It was sickening and Draco wanted to smack it off. 

The Weasley looked him up and down a few times but finally extended a hand. "Bill. Bill Weasley. 

Draco reluctantly took his hand very briefly but pulled away as if he had been burned. Shaking the hand of a Weasley was not something he had ever fathomed doing and it was different then with Ginny. 

Draco realized that everyone else had left and it was just the two of them. He suddenly felt very awkward. He cleared his throat. 

"Sooo, how's Ginny? Can I see her?"  

Bills eyes narrowed. "What's it to you?" 

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Must we go through this again?" He exclaimed, exasperated. "I am here with her and if I'm being honest, the destiny of the world rests on us." 

Draco knew how foolish it sounded but that was really the only way to describe their situation. 

Bills eyebrows were practically in his hairline but he tilted his head towards the door on the opposite wall. "She's in there." 

Draco gave him a slight nod and brushed past him towards the door. All these confrontations with Weasleys was unnerving. They had been almost civil and nobody had hexed him. Except the golden Weasel (Ronald). Draco reached out and pushed the door open. He found himself in what appeared to be a living room. There were the ugliest looking drapes Draco had ever seen hanging from the windows. The theme of the room was yellow and orange. How Gryffindor he sneered, his lip curling up. He immediately tried to fix his face because everyone's eyes were on him. Ginny was stretched out on a hideous orange couch, with the golden trio standing behind it and Delacour bending over Ginny. 

"How is she? He croaked. They all just stared at him. 

Weasel sneered. "What's it to you?" 

Draco sighed, annoyed. "Will people stop asking me that?" There was a few more seconds of uncomfortable silence until, to Draco's amazement, Harry spoke up. 

"She's alright, just a bit bumped up. She will be fine though. Just needs a bit of rest." 

Draco sighed with relief. 

Harry was looking at him strangely. Draco just stared right back. Everyone's attention was then diverted as a groan came from the couch. 

"She's coming to."