There is a poor use of Spanish and other languages in this chapter. I do not speak any of these languages and I want to apologize in advance if I butcher anyone’s native tongue. All translations are via google.

Chapter Nineteen
“Once Upon a Time in Mexico”

Thursday, June 4
Wiltshire England

“I want this ended now!” Lucius declared over his nightly reading. He and Narcissa were sitting up in bed reading like they did almost every night. Lucius was almost always in a bad mood but tonight his temperature was really boiling.

“Relax darling”

“Don’t tell me too relax,” he closed his book. “This has gone on long enough. Honestly our son with that Weasley… now we’re going to meet her in Mexico!”

“Well it’s for Draco’s birthday and that’s what he wants to do.” Narcissa casually turned the page of her book. She didn’t like Ginny either and she wasn’t happy about seeing her but she wanted to be with her son on his birthday. The only way that was going to happen was to accept the invitation to join him with Ginny in Mexico where she was currently at training camp. They were leaving at eight tomorrow night and the dread was keeping them up.

“I should just cut him off,” he crossed his arms. “If he’s not going to do what’s right then he won’t see a dime of my money. When his trust fund dries up that’s it!”

Now Narcissa closed her book and turned herself in bed to look at Lucius, “no,” she said simply.

“Oh yes I am he can’t just reject our way of life and think there won’t be repercussions.”

“He’s already suffered the repercussions,” Narcissa pointed out. “Did you ever think that if you hadn’t decided to get involved in dark dealings he wouldn’t be where he is?”

“That has nothing to do with dating a Weasley.”

“You’re right,” she climbed out of bed. “But she makes him happy,” she went over and got the morning Prophet off an arm chair in the corner. “She’s been helping him,” she tossed the society page on Lucius’ lap. 

He begrudgingly picked up the paper. The top of the page read “Heir about Town”. The entire page was covered with photos of Draco just out and about or at events. Ginny was in half the photos with him. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“He attended the Rutherford Charity Ball and he was also at Freemont House. It’s been awhile since we received an invitation to International Warlock Society Symposium but Draco did,” she pointed to the photo in the corner. Draco and Ginny were having a conversation with Minister Shacklebolt. “You screwed up big time love,” she looked him directly in the eye. “Now it’s your time to suffer. Our son is dating a Weasley and we can’t do anything about that. So you will not cut him out, you will deal. Our fates are sealed let’s let him have a chance.”

Sports Talk With Brian Boswick
“Welcome back to sports talk with Brian Boswick, right now we are discussing the future of the Holyhead Harpies. As everyone knows by now Ginevra Weasley who is the reserve seeker of the Harpies has been spotted in Mexico City. She was out with pal Oliver Wood, so we could assume she was visiting her friend while he’s away but there have been reports of her entering and exiting the International League camp grounds. For those of you who don’t know, that place has tighter security than the Ministry of Magic. The Harpies have yet to comment on her presence...”

“Well Brian I think it’s safe to say Comet is out. The team has failed to bring home a league cup in five years. They once had an unblemished record…”

“One that was procured by Comet”

“But where has she been, what is she pushing forty. Weasley is the hot player of the moment and has been showing she’s up for it.”

“Comet Rae is 33 years old I think it’s too soon to say she’s pushing 40…”

“But it isn’t too soon to say every time they let Wesley off the bench the Harpies win. Puddlemere smashed them for the league cup this year…”

Friday June 5
International Quidditch Association Training Camp
Mexico City, Mexico

Oliver lifted his fist to knock on the door to Ginny’s cabin but the door swung open before his knuckles came in contact with the round oak door. “I can’t believe you’re up for once.” 

“Barely,” Ginny said joining Oliver out in the warm morning air. The sun was just a splash of color in the sky and had yet to fully take over and break morning on them. Ginny barely had her eyes open but their morning workout began in ten minutes. Usually two minutes before she could be found sprinting across the grounds trying to be on time. Her roommate gave up on day two of trying to pull her out of her sleep. So Oliver took it upon himself to come get her and he wouldn’t take five more minutes for an answer.

“Exactly two weeks in and there is finally some improvement,” he chuckled as they began their journey along the wooded dirt path. The path was lined with small cabins that slept two people. They had two twin beds, two wardrobes, a fire place, and full bathroom. They were simple unlike the luxury digs the famed players there were used to, although the beds were deceptively comfortable.
            This has been a surreal experience for Ginny, not the accommodations, she was used to having nothing but all her idols were there. People that she never got to encounter given her reserve status, they were still just faces in the papers and names she heard on the wireless. But Noriko Yuda, captain and chaser for the Red Dragons of Japan was staying in the cabin next door. Steven Houston beater formerly of the Moose Jaw Meteorites before he moved to Brazil was three doors down. She hoped she was hiding the fact that she was star struck.
            The main path opened on a large open field. There were eight full size Quidditch pitches set up. Opposite them was the main building where meals were served, the offices of the coaches were located there as well as the trainer and weight room.

At this time of day everyone was making their way to the far end of the pitches. It was time for the morning run, which would be immediately followed by morning flying and then breakfast. Then stretching and drills. Then they would be broken up by position for specific work outs. Break for lunch and then scrimmage until about five or longer. It really all depends on what kind of mood the coaches are in.

Friday, June 5
The Seymour Inn, London

Draco reached over and turned the alarm off on his night stand. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair. It was a long night, he looked to his left there was a lump in his bed. He sighed, he was twenty one today and he had never been more miserable. He shook the girl, she slowly rolled over towards him.
“Morning,” she smirked as she stretched, lifting her arms made the covers fall away from her bare chest.

“Afternoon,” Draco retorted, “I’m going to need to start getting ready to leave.”

“That’s right your trip to Mexico,” she sounded exasperated as she clutched the sheet around her and sat up.

“Don’t be like that…”

“I’m not… I should get out of your way…” She climbed out of bed and tucked the sheet around her before she began collecting her discarded clothing. Draco rolled his eyes and climbed out of bed, he pulled on his boxers and then walked around to the other side of the bed. He stopped her from what she was doing. “Let go of me.” She gave a poor attempt to get out of his grasp.

“Look I know you don’t like Ginny…”

“Given our occasional rendezvous, I question your like for her as well.”

“Astoria it’s complicated,” he sighed as he tucked her hair behind her ear. It wasn’t really, he liked Ginny, they weren’t in a real relationship, Astoria was easy and he had needs. It really was quite simple. 

“I’ve never been the other woman.”

“You’re not the other woman, you’re just… a different one,” he smirked. “I do need to begin getting ready but no need to rush off. Come jump in the shower with me.”

“Draco…” he kissed her before she could retort. “Ok,” she mumbled against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Great,” he pulled away from her. “Go warm the shower I’ll be right there.” Draco watched her leave the room. When she was gone he face planted onto his bed. He was going to have to break it off with her. This is the third time they’ve hooked up since Italy and he began this by explaining to her it was casual and there was no way he was leaving Ginny. He could tell she was getting attached, she was becoming clingy and expecting things like… dinner.

Friday, June 5
International Quidditch Association Training Camp
Mexico City, Mexico





Ginny was currently sweating more than a pig as the coaches handpicked by the International Quidditch Association put them through a rigorous workout. She had only heard rumors about the intensity and well they were right she was ready to throw in the towel. She had already been there for two weeks and she’d been saying that since day one.
On top of being one of the rookies and being hazed every night, her fellow teammate was really giving her hell. Comet was a bit upset about another seeker being first string.
Ginny did feel bad about how she got it but she wanted to be there and she was more than confident that she could hold her own on the field.

“Sur le terrain ! ”  

“En la planta!”

“On the ground!”

To top it off it was interesting to have instruction shouted at you in fifty different languages. Ginny stumbled forward a bit as someone ran into her from behind.

“Watch it Weasley,” Comet sneered. 

Ginny didn’t respond she just stayed in line. They were lined up by position. It was like military training.

“Oh come on Gin, if you’re going to be first string you have to learn to take a hit,” she kept picking at her.
“Push up position!”

Ginny held her tongue and got onto the ground. She got into push up position getting prepared for the numbers to be called when her feet slipped out from under her and her face fell into the grass.

“Weasley you should be more careful,” Comet snickered from behind her.

Ginny sighed and pushed herself back up; taking the high road was getting harder. One more of these little… her feet fell from under her again. That did it, Ginny got to her feet. “Comet if you’ve got something to say to me, how about you just say it rather than playing games!”

“Alright Weasley,” Comet climbed to her feet, “you haven’t earned your right to be here. I’m wondering how you got in. Did Malfoy buy the team or are you shagging Conrad too?”

“I got in because I win,” Ginny retorted.

“Yeah you won that place of yours on the bench, I predict you’ll be back there soon,” Comet smirked getting in her face.

“Calm down ladies,” hissed Nigerian seeker Omi who was in the line right next to them.

“Butt out Omi,” sneered Comet.

“Comet it’s not my fault you can’t take a little competition.”

“You should give me something to compete against.”

“Get out of my face comet.”

“Make me.”

Ginny was using every fiber of her being to not hit the woman who was so close to her that their noses were basically touching. Someone grabbed her around the waist, picked up and pulled her away.

“What the hell are you doing,” Oliver hissed putting her down away from Comet.

“Don’t worry about it, go back to your workout.”
“There is no work out everyone’s watching you!”

Ginny looked around the pitch everyone had in some form turned their attention to the commotion. “She started it.”

“She’s trying to get a rise out of you,” he pointed out as if it was obvious. “Cool it,” he walked away.

Ginny rolled her eyes and went back to her spot. She turned her back to Comet and got ready to do her hundred pushups with everyone else.

London, England
Ministry of Magic, Games and Sport
British and Irish league offices

There was a knock on Dean’s door before it opened. 

“Just because I don’t have a secretary doesn’t mean you don’t have to knock,” Dean said not bothering to look up from his desk. He had a large packet of papers in front of him which he was going through with a red pen.

“You know you love it man.”
Dean sighed and looked up, “I’m super excited to back in the office with you two man but it’s been about four months. Let’s let the excitement go.”

Tim laughed, he was the head of the dueling leagues assistant back during Dean’s assistant days. Now he was a league rep, “Fine, you want to go to lunch?”

“I can’t, this is the fourth draft of the world cup contracts and Wilford wants my notes by the end of today,” Dean ran a hand over his head.

“Is that part of your job description?”

“Sort of but not really, I mean I deal with the International Confederation being the league liaison and all but Wilford asked for my opinion and when Wilford asks….”

“You do it,” he finished. “I got you, I’ll be back in an hour,” Tim said before he left Dean alone once again.

Dean let his head fall on the stack of papers. He wasn’t a lawyer, it’s not like he understands half this legal jargon. Sometimes Wilford’s faith in him was such a burden. He closed the contract and got up and left the room. He went down the hall to the main reception desk.

“Hey Nancy I’m going down to legal if anyone’s looking for me,” he told the woman behind the desk.


He got on the lift…

“Wilford is having you proof this,” Samuel said with his feet kicked up on the desk.

“I don’t know why, it’s so thick what could possibly be wrong with it,” he sighed.
“Lots of things, I didn’t draft this I’m working on stuff for International Corporation but I can take a look at it,” he thumbed through it and then tossed it in his pile of papers.

“Great,” Dean stood.

“Is all well in Mexico,” he asked curiously.

“So far so good,” he shrugged. “But there is still over a month to go.”

Friday, June 5
Wiltshire, England

“Be careful with that,” Lucius hissed at one of the house elves taking his luggage out to the carriage parked outside of his home.

“Calm down dear”

“Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,” Borden gave a curt nod as he opened the back door of the carriage for them. They climbed inside where Draco was already seated, a book open on his lap.

“Happy Birthday darling,” Narcissa beamed as she sat next to him. Lucius sat across from them. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him.

“Thanks mum,” he returned the hug.
“Happy Birthday son”

“Why father, those words hardly sound sincere,” Draco said preparing to settle back in with his book.

“They were I just don’t see why we’re on our way to celebrate with a Weasley,” he couldn’t come to terms with the idea.

“Because she’s my girlfriend.”

“We could have thrown you a lovely intimate gathering here at the house… two hundred of your closest friends. I mean we have that ballroom…”

Draco rolled his eyes, “I don’t have two hundred friends. Besides you had the option not to come. There’s still time to have Borden turn around.”

“We don’t want that,” Narcissa eyed Lucius, “this will be great. It will be lovely to see Ginevra again.”

“Thanks for putting on the bull mum.”

She smiled, “I have no idea what you mean.”


International Quidditch Association, North Wall
Mexico City, Mexico

“Come on man, you act as if you never scaled a wall before,” one reporter called in a whisper to his pudgy colleague who was having trouble getting over the tall concrete wall.

“OW!” He exclaimed, he lost his footing and fell to the ground. “Believe it or not I haven’t… I use to cover things like military coos and elections. Now I’m scaling walls to see what brainless jocks are up to,” he complained as he climbed to his feet.

“Yes that’s so sad, now get up! You’ve already made too much noise,” he said before he tip toed along the bushes.

He hurried after him as they moved through the wooded area. They stopped and looked around before stepping out onto the path. When they were sure the coast was clear they ran across and disappeared into the woods on the opposite side. They moved quickly and the woods began to thin, an open field filled with people became visible as they found a comfortable spot behind a tree.

“Mecca,” sighed the overly enthusiastic reporter. “No one’s ever made it this far before.”

The other man rolled his eyes as he turned on his camera, “such a shame missing people flying about on brooms.”

“Shut it,” he raised his camera and began to take photos. There were two women mounted on brooms with their coach in the middle. She released a snitch and the two women went shooting into the air. “So it’s true Weasley’s a starting seeker,” he whispered to himself in excitement.

Weasley caught the snitch and the two went back down to the ground. The snitch was returned to the coach and she released it again. Again they went shooting into the air and yet again Weasley caught the snitch. The coach released the snitch again and it looked as if for the third time Ginny was going to get the snitch, however Comet slammed into her throwing her off course.
            Ginny didn’t let that deter her and Comet didn’t let Weasley’s determination deter her and slammed into her again. This time hard, extremely hard that Weasley fell from her broom….
“This is great!”

“This is ridiculous, all that energy for a small ball!”

Falling seemed to be a ritual for Ginny, she thought it was the stupidest thing to be thinking as she was plummeting faster and faster towards the ground. This wasn’t going to be a fall she would bounce back from. She was just grateful she was keeping her terror silent, “Ah!” She let out her first sign of feeling as she felt her leg get caught by something.

She was dangling upside down in midair, she awkwardly looked up. The ref had grabbed her ankle. He slowly lowered them to the ground.

“COMET! What the hell has gotten into you,” hissed the petite woman who was the head of seeker training.

“I was trying to get the snitch,” she replied innocently as she swung her broom over her shoulder. “Isn’t that the point?”

“Yes it is, it isn’t however the point to send other players falling from their brooms,” she hissed.

When Ginny was on the ground she immediately got to her feet, “thank you,” she said to the ref, she went and picked up her broom and joined Comet by the coach.

“Are you alright Ginny,” the coach asked her.

“I’m fine, ready to go again,” she stared at Comet confidently.

“You look a bit shaky,” Comet smirked.
“Sorry to disappoint Comet but I’m just great. If anyone’s shaky it’s you, I suppose you just realized I’m going to take your spot,” Ginny was done. If Comet wanted to play, the game was on and to top it off… she wanted Comet’s spot and she was going to take it.

Comet charged at Weasley and rammed her whole body into her. She stumbled a few paces and pushed her back. Ginny ducked when Comet swung at her and then punched her in the stomach.

“STOP IT!” The coach blew her whistle.

“OH MY GOD,” the reporter vacated his spot to get better photos.

“Get back here,” his pudgy companion called after him, he sighed and followed him.

“Come on break it up,” the coach shouted as she tried to put some space between them. It wasn’t working, she didn’t stop trying until she noticed the flash of light. “HEY! How did you get in here,” she addressed the photographers leaving Ginny and Comet the necessary space to continue to beat each other up. “SECURITY!”


Ginny violently pulled open the door to her cabin and slammed it behind her.
“Where’s the fire?” Heidi first string chaser for the Harpies and Ginny’s roomie asked at the sight of her furious roommate.

“Up Comet’s ass,” she declared grabbing her bag from the bottom of her wardrobe and opening it on her bed.

“Did they kick you out or has Comet scared you off?”

Ginny knew she was joking but she took a moment to narrow her eyes at her, “of course not… and she doesn’t know how to throw a punch.” She wasn’t even feeling the tumble they had, however Comet was sporting a split lip and black eye. Growing up with brothers was paying off.

Heidi chuckled, “you two need to find the peace for the sake of the team.”

“I’m willing to be peaceful if she’s willing to stop being a bitch. Anyway I’ll be back Monday morning, its Draco’s birthday. He’s in town so I’m going to go have dinner with him and his parents.”


Ginny chuckled, “yes his parents aren’t the nicest people to break bread with but it’s what Draco wants.”

“That’s very sweet that he came all the way here to spend his birthday with you.”

“Yes it is,” Ginny had thought that was odd. It seemed like an awfully big trip to be with her but it was whatever. She was actually excited to celebrate with him…well she was until he invited his parents.

“Have fun”


Hotel De Sol

Ginny prepared herself before she knocked on Draco’s hotel door. When the door opened, she threw confetti and blew a horn, “Happy Bir…” she trailed off. She was so excited for her entrance she hadn’t realized it wasn’t Draco who answered the door.

Narcissa dusted the confetti from her dress, “hello Ginevra.” She didn’t sound too pleased to see her.

“Hi Narcissa,” she wasn’t expecting her to answer the door. She assumed she would be off in her room somewhere.

“Please, call me Mrs. Malfoy,” she stepped aside to let her in.

Ginny just rolled her eyes as she entered the hotel suite. Lucius was on the couch behind a Spanish newspaper, he didn’t bother to lower it and address her presence. This was going to be so much fun.

A door on the far wall opened, “hi love,” Draco smiled when he saw her.

She blew her horn again, “happy birthday!”

“Will you stop that racket,” Lucius grumbled finally lowering his paper.

“Father stop,” Draco scolded, “thank you.” He told Ginny.

“I would have thrown confetti but I wasted it on your mother,” she explained.

“It’s alright, let me take your bag,” he took it from her. He left again to put it away, Ginny sighed and followed him.

She closed the door which led into a bedroom and lowered her voice. “Just out of curiosity are they staying in here?”

“Yeah, in the other room.”

“Would you be terribly upset if I go back to the bunk after dinner,” she didn’t want to stay in a suite with the Malfoy’s.

“Yes I would.”

Ginny fell face first down onto the bed and whimpered.

“It’s not so bad love.”

She rolled over, “yes it is,” she stared at the ceiling there was a mosaic on it. “This is a gorgeous room.”

“My father said it was overdone. But I think it’s remarkable.” He sat down next to her.

She sat up, “yes it is,” she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him on the cheek, “Happy Birthday babe.”

“Thanks… how’s training going, are you first string material?”

“Yeah but Comet and I may have gotten into a fist fight today… it may have been caught on camera by a couple of reports who snuck onto the grounds,” she told him rather quickly. She was hoping he wouldn’t catch what she said.

“Are you trying to tell me that our quiet dinner may not be so quiet?”

She smiled innocently, “well if it made the wireless or the nightly news. But there’s hope, I made it here quietly… granted I traveled via floo directly to the lobby.”




Ginny kept her head down as they entered the restaurant. This was a mess that was going to turn into an even bigger one. Draco’s birthday was ruined, Palmer was coming next week he’ll probably have bad news. Ginny wanted to let her head hang in shame but her pride wouldn’t let her.

“Well Miss. Weasley you certainly know how to create a stir,” Lucius rolled his eyes when she and Draco finally made it into the restaurant behind them.

“It’s Ms.” She was getting sick of his belittlement. “As I recall you’ve created much bigger stirs before.”

“Can we please not do this,” Draco hissed. “Can we just pretend to like each for the next hour, so I can celebrate my birthday in peace and then in the privacy of our hotel room we can loath each other.”

“Hola,” the host appeared in front of them.

“Hola,” Draco responded, “Malfoy, reserve para cuatro.”

Ah si, por aqui,” he smiled as he collected the menus and lead them to a booth in the back of the restaurant.  When they were settled into their seats, he handed the menus around.

“If I could read this, I would probably say it all looks good,” Ginny flipped through the pages of her menu.

“A pity, you never learned to speak another language,” Lucius snickered behind his menu.

“What did I just say,” Draco scolded his father. He sighed and leaned over to Ginny, “Here love.” He waved his hand across her menu and it translated into English.

“Thank you”

“I would love to have a great birthday… for once,” Draco and Ginny were in the hotel bar having their own celebration in honor of his birthday. Well Draco was celebrating he was on his third scotch and he made the concierge go out and get them nachos because five star hotels apparently don’t serve what their nation considers fast food. “It was too much to ask for… I didn’t even get cake.”

“Well after your father called me a blood traitor whore, he pretended to apologize,” she tried to make him feel better.

“It really doesn’t matter I’m getting what I deserve.”

Ginny sighed, “If I hadn’t joined you I’m sure it would have been a better evening. Perhaps you should have stayed home.”

“Perhaps I should have but it would have been bad whether you were here or not,” he downed the rest of his scotch and signaled the waitress for another round. “Last year for my birthday I laid in the parlor at my parent’s house and listened to them argue in the next room about which one of them were responsible for ruining my birthday.”

“Oh well that um… sounds dreadful.”

“It was”

“I was at practice for my birthday last year,” she shrugged. “I wish I could tell you it was a terrible day but I love it.”

“That’s one of the things I like about you. I admire your drive to get what you want.”

Ginny was taken aback by the way Draco was looking at her. He was starry eyed, it could be because he was on his fourth scotch or that he was telling the truth. “Thank you… I admire you too.”

“You don’t have to return the complement.”

“I’m not, I think it’s quite commendable that you’re trying to be your own man. I have plans to be married to the greatest environmental lawyer in all the land.”

He chuckled, “well I take my exams next spring, let’s see if I can get into law school.”

“How did you do this term?”

“All outstanding’s,” he answered casually.

“Stop being so nonchalant you know you’re proud of yourself. Even if you’re not I’m proud of you,” she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his. “My darling nerd.”

He smiled, “I like being smart.”

“I wonder how I would have done in University.”
“You could always find out. You once told me the whole Quidditch thing may be a phase and there are university leagues.”

“I don’t know what I would study.”

“I think you’d be good at something in the sciences.”

She raised an eyebrow, “really?”

“Actually I really have no idea,” he chuckled.

She laughed too, “I’m thinking drama or literature.”

“Perhaps drama but I’ve never seen you read a day in your life.”

“I should throw my drink in your face. I’ve read plenty of books,” she defended. “Although I will admit as of late I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a good book.”

“That’s what life does takes away the pleasantries,” he sighed and then perked up, “the nachos are here.” The concierge was coming across the bar towards them.

“Here you go,” the man placed the bag on the table. “I forgot to find out what kind you wanted so I got two orders both fully loaded. One with chicken and the other beef.”

“Good man,” Draco handed him some money, “that should take care of the food, keep the change." 

“Thank you sir, enjoy,” he said before leaving.

“Did you just give him a hundred galleons,” Ginny’s eyes were wide.

“Yeah,” he stuffed his month, “so worth it.”

He looked so blissful Ginny dug in. He was absolutely right, “god that’s sinful.”

“I know right.”

“I thought you were insane when you insisted on sending out but this is so worth it,” she said with her mouth full.

Draco’s mouth was full as well so he just nodded in agreement. When he swallowed he said, “Remember that night you asked me to sleep with you?”

“No I do not,” she swirled around her soda with lime.

“Yes you do”

“I thought we agreed never to discuss that again.”
“I don’t recall us ever having that conversation.”

“Why are you bringing this up?”

“Because that’s when the game changed.”
“Because I needed something and… you were the only person around to ask…”
“The reasons don’t matter, I know you’ve been taken care of…”

“How do you…”oh god Blaise told him, was the first thing she thought.

He waved a dismissive hand, “you’re more relaxed. But the point I’m making is…” he looked down into his glass, “I don’t know what point I’m making.” He began laughing.

“Are you drunk?”

He grinned, “I’m not.”

She lowered her voice, “are you on drugs?”

“No,” he signaled the waitress to bring him another drink. He downed the rest of the contents in his glass. “Perhaps I’m a bit drunk.”

“Yes you are…”

“Now I remember, it changed our relationship. It’s when you became…”

“Friend,” she finished. “I don’t see how my embarrassment contributed to our friendship.”

“We became open because you Weasley felt comfortable enough to ask a Malfoy to shag her. Perhaps you’re embarrassed but is there anything you wouldn’t ask me.”

She supposed she could ask him anything even if she wouldn’t. “I suppose you’re right, in the spirit of asking you anything why did you come to Mexico for your birthday?”

Because I missed you, he thought. “I had nothing better to do. I needed a holiday, everyone is tied up with final details for Sophie’s wedding.”


London, England


Dean sat straight up in bed as he heard his name being shouted and banging on his door. The voice was urgent and startling.

“Who is that?” Padma asked groggily turning over.

“I don’t know,” Dean ran his hands over his face. He reached over to his night stand and turned on the light.


He quickly got out of bed and rushed out into his sitting room to answer the door. Whoever the lunatic was probably woke the whole building. He looked through the peek hole before opening the door. It was Waldo Floyd the head of the British and Irish League’s personal Assistant. He was just as annoying as his name.

“What the hell are you doing,” Dean hissed angrily. “Get in here, I’ve got neighbors. Muggle neighbors who probably already called the police!”

The man had a jumper on over his pajamas as if he too was rushed out of bed. “I’m sorry but Gaines is livid. Wilford is furious!”

“What’s going on?”
“Apparently the seekers of the Holyhead Harpies got into a fist fight.”

Dean’s shoulders dropped, Comet Rae and Ginevra Weasley were fighting… again. “This is nothing new, Comet and Weasley don’t get along. The entire league knows that.”

“Yes now the world will too! It was in the papers in Mexico last night and it’s hitting the stands here as we speak. Wilford and Gaines want you in Mexico to handle damage control.”

“I’ll leave now, please go,” Dean opened the door for him. When he closed it he rested his forehead on it. It was just a quick jaunt to Mexico. He pushed off the door and went back into his bedroom.

“Who was that,” Padma was now wide awake.

“Work stuff,” he said as he went over to his closet and pulled out his suitcase.

“Work stuff that requires you packing?” She sat up from her reclined positioned.

“I have to go to Mexico and handle some stuff at training camp,” he sighed.

“It’s five in the morning.”

“Yeah I know,” he continued to pack, “but I need to leave right away… I’m going to have to wake Darla and get a portkey.”

“I shouldn’t be worried,” She asked the back of him as he gathered his belongings from his drawers. 

He turned back to her, “why would you have to worry?”

“Spend the night with a guy and he leaves the country.”

“Oh,” he went and dropped his things in his bag. He didn’t want her to think he was running away, they still haven’t been fully physical but he was trying hard not to lose her trust. So she would consent to doing more than just sleeping. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, “I really have to go for work. I’m not running away from you, I would much rather stay here and curl up with you.”
She ran her hand over his head, “you’re so good to me.”

He shrugged, “you’re easy to be good to.”

She leaned in and kissed him. Dean returned the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. He really didn’t want to go because now was the absolute perfect moment to…

Hotel De Sol
Mexico City

“Shhh, don’t wake my parents,” Draco laughed as he and Ginny stumbled into their dark suite. 

“You’re the one making the noise,” she pointed out.

“Oh don’t worry we’re up,” the light came on and Narcissa stood from her position on the couch.

“Mum why aren’t you sleeping,” laughed Draco.

“I was concerned about you running around in a strange country. Rightly so, you’re drunk,” she crossed her arms.

“Yes I am,” he continued to laugh.

“He’s fine Mrs. Malfoy,” Ginny said seizing his arm before he stumbled over. “He just had a very good birthday and I’m going to put him to bed.” She helped him across the room.

“I’m going to go continue to have good birthday,” he smirked.

Ginny hit him on the arm, “have a good night Mrs. Malfoy,” she pushed him through the bedroom door and then closed it behind her. “Now your mother thinks we’re in here shagging.”

“Good,” he kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. “Ugh,” he fell to the floor.  “Perhaps she’ll learn not to wait up as if I was eleven years old.”

Ginny got down on the floor with him. She pushed him onto his back so she could get his tie off. “Where did you go to alone when you were eleven, at this late hour?”

“Nowhere, it’s just she still thinks of me as a little boy.”

“You’ll always be her little boy,” she pulled him up into a seated position.

He stared at her trying to keep his eyes from crossing so he could focus on her. He loved focusing on her, she was absolutely beautiful. He moved her hair behind her shoulder, “thanks for making this the best birthday ever.”

She laughed, “Getting drunk and eating nachos is the best birthday ever?”

He nodded his head, “you were there.”

Ginny wondered what his other birthdays were like. They couldn’t have been that pleasant. Well unless he spent them with his non-England based friends. She was happy she gave him one to remember; after all he was her friend. She climbed to her feet and reached down for his hands, she pulled him to his feet with all her might. She used his shirt to pull his head down and she kissed him on his forehead. “Go get ready for bed.” Draco took her face in his hands and gently ran his hands back through her hair. The sensation made Ginny extremely uncomfortable, “Draco what are you doing, this is highly inappropriate.”

“You wanted me once,” he whispered.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to bring that up again,” she said as she removed his hands from her.

“I’m not talking about then, before that… New Year’s.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’m certain it wasn’t me wanting you,” she moved far enough away so he couldn’t touch her again. “You really should go get ready for bed.”

He stared at her for a moment before he sighed and disappeared into the bathroom. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. She hadn’t realized how tired she was until she laid down. Training camp really was kicking her ass and Draco was an odd drunk. She pulled back the covers and got under them…


“Ugh who the hell is that?” Lucius groaned as the room filled with the sound of banging.

“Someone’s at the door,” whispered Narcissa.
“Ugh,” Lucius threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. He was ready to hex whoever was disturbing his sleep. His son was in the other room with a Weasley and now he was going to have bags under his eyes. He slipped his feet into his slippers and pulled on his robe as he left the room. He crossed the sitting room and opened the door, “who the hell are you.” He barked angrily at the young man standing there.

He crossed his arms, “Dean Thomas International Association Liaison for the British and Irish Quidditch League.”

“Oh, so this has something to do with that Weasley,” Lucius rolled his eyes.

“Yes it does, would you mind getting her for me.”

“Yes I would, do you know what time it is!” Lucius shouted.

“Yes I do, wake her up!” Dean shot back.

Lucius’ eyes began to flame, he couldn’t believe the tone this man was taking with him, “don’t test me boy.”

“Call me boy again I’ll do more than test you,” hissed Dean.

“What’s going on,” Narcissa joined Lucius at the door.

“I’m looking for Ginny Weasley,” Dean said to her.

Narcissa sighed, “Just a minute,” she went over to the room that she and Draco were sharing and knocked. When no one answered she knocked again before proceeding inside. She hoped she didn’t find them in a post blissful state. Relief flooded her as the light from the sitting room cast over their bed. Draco was pj clad and she was still dressed, they were tangled in the bed sheets as if they had been fighting over them in their sleep, she went over to Draco and shook him. “Darling… darling.”

“What,” he groaned, “there’s someone here to see Ginevra.”
“Then tell her”


“Ugh,” he groaned and opened his eyes. He looked to his left where Ginny was lying on her side facing him. “Gin,” he shook her. She moved a little, “Ginny.”

“Oh my god am I late for drills,” she sat up quickly and looked around. She looked over to Draco and his mother and remembered where she was. “Mrs. Malfoy, can we help you with something?”

She rolled her eyes, “there’s someone here to see you.” She let herself out of the room.

Ginny threw back the covers and climbed out of bed and went out into the sitting room. “Dean what are you doing here,” he and Lucius were standing at the door glaring at each other.

“Causing a ruckus,” answered Lucius.

“Will you two please leave us alone,” Ginny asked as politely as she could. Narcissa willingly began back to their room, Lucius however decided to continue glare. Narcissa came over and pulled him back into their room.

“Such a lovely man,” Dean said sarcastically.

“Oh he’s just wonderful. Now what are you doing here? Did you come to party because this isn’t the best weekend?”

He chuckled, “this isn’t a social call. Although you look like you’ve been partying enough for the both of us.” She was still dressed from last night, her make up smudged across her face, and her hair sticking out in all directions. “This is my first disciplinary action in my new role as the league liaison.”

“Oh that,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Please don’t tell me, you came all the way over here because of a little shoving match.”
“Wilford isn’t happy…”

“Don’t blame this on me what about Comet!”

“I’m going to wake her up next,” he informed, “I just happened to check into this hotel and thought I’d come here first. Given I’m only staying two floors down.”

“It was just a little tiff”

Dean snorted, “It was a recorded brawl. It’s distention in the league and within one team. It looks bad and your contract has the first string regulations in it. I know you were at the QUABBLE conference and I hope you read your contract. You’re going to be punished…”

“Punished? What the hell am I five?”

“You behaved like it.”

“I’m not going stand for someone pushing me around. You know me.”

“I do know you and your hot head but this time you should have let it go.” He didn’t want to be the one to break his best friend’s heart but it was his job. He just hoped she wouldn’t take it personal.

“Comet would have loved that.”

Dean looked down, Comet most likely loved that Ginny didn’t let it go. “Ginny the bottom line is you may lose first string… We’ll speak again when the suns up. I have to head over to the bunks, if you’ll excuse me.” Dean was almost all the way out the door with it closed behind him. But he came back in. “Malfoy and his family came all the way here to see you?”

“Yeah, it’s Draco’s birthday.”

“You don’t find it odd that Malfoy, guy who can barely stand you showed up in another country,” Dean was leery of Malfoy. This wasn’t new but he had a feeling that Malfoy was having real feelings for Ginny. He didn’t like that.

“I admit it’s a bit far but we’re friends,” she shrugged.

“Gin… I think you should be careful.”

“It’s late and you’ve just changed time zones rather quickly. Perhaps it’s affecting your sanity,” Ginny had no clue what he was on about.

“Just be vigilant, this time I’m really going,” he left Ginny alone in the sitting room.

This was ridiculous, players fight all the time. That was no reason for her to lose first string, it’s as if they wanted to dangle first string in front of her and keep snatching it back. Has she not worked hard, filled seats, and won matches. What else was expected of her to fulfill the requirement of Quidditch player? She dragged herself back to her room.

“What’s Dean doing here,” asked Draco sitting up.

She closed the door, “league stuff,” she said quietly as she got back into bed.
“Are you alright?” She seemed so sullen.

She felt like crying, “I may lose first string.”

“Why?” He turned on his side so he could see her better.

“My brawl is a bigger deal than I thought.” Draco reached over tried to tuck her hair behind her ear but Ginny swatted his hand away. “Can you please leave me alone?”

“Fine,” he climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Less than a second later he came back, “You’re not going to lose first string.”

“This is not leaving me alone.”

“I don’t care.”

“Look I appreciate your positivity but I’m not in the mood for it.”

“I’m sorry if I’m coming off as supportive but that’s not what I meant,” he explained. “I’m certain you’re not going to lose first string because I’m going to see to it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Let me worry about that.”

She got out of bed, “no, I’m going to worry about it. I don’t want you throwing your money around for me and on top of that why would you?”

“Because I want to”

Look, you and I have a deal, first string was the only reason I accepted but I’ve got to draw a line somewhere. You got this for me but I need to keep it myself.”

“Weasley I didn’t get you first string. I got you noticed, I can secure your contract but it’s still going to be up to you to keep your spot. No matter what I do you’re going to have to bring results on the field.”

“I’m not worth the trouble.” 

“Yes you are”

“I’m really not, especially to you.”

“You know how few real friends I have and although you are the newest of the bunch… you’re my best friend. I like my friends to be happy.”

Ginny just stared at him, there was something happening here and she didn’t quite like it. She also wasn’t sure exactly what it was, “are you going into the bathroom or was that just a dramatic exit because… I need a shower.”

“Go ahead…”

Ginny went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She faced the mirror as the water warmed. This was her entire life and it was in complete shambles. She reached under her arm and unzipped her dress. She stepped out of it and stripped down bare.
            As she climbed into the shower and let the warm water run over her she was briefly comforted. Her best friend was in town to ruin her dreams, she was engaged to an unfortunate new friend Draco Malfoy, and she kind of missed Blaise. She didn’t really like to think about the last part. He was her lover and that was supposed to be it… but he was on the outside of her Quidditch shenanigans.

The Malfoy’s and Ginny were having breakfast in their suite. They were enjoying the spread they had delivered to their room, well everyone but Draco who was having his usual coffee. Not just for breakfast but also because his head was spinning. It wasn’t so bad because they were eating in complete silence. 

“Will you pass me the coffee please,” Draco asked Ginny. She lifted the pot and handed it to him as there was a knock on the door. “Thanks.”

“That’s one of your admirers I assume,” Lucius rolled his eyes in aggravation, “they’re the only people to have the indecency to interrupt breakfast.”

Ginny rolled her eyes took her napkin from her lap and threw it on the table as she got up to answer the door.
“Good morning my star,” Palmer grinned at her.

“I had a feeling I’d be seeing you today rather than next week,” Ginny sighed, “come in.”

“Not happy to see me,” he said as he came inside. “I’m hurt.”

“I am happy. It’s just with everything…”

“I understand,” he waved a dismissive hand, “I just thought better to get here as soon as possible rather than floo. But since my reservations aren’t for a week,” he dropped his bag. “You’ve got another tenant.”

“Like hell we do,” Lucius jumped to his feet.

Palmer turned around; he hadn’t even noticed the occupants of the breakfast table. “Palmer these are Draco’s lovely parents Luicus and Narcissa Malfoy.” She introduced.
“We are not putting up with this… there are no words to describe him.”

“I usually hear handsome, courageous, talkative, and charming,” shrugged Palmer.

“You are quite talkative,” chuckled Ginny.

“That’s the one you hone in on?”

“Well it’s your most noticeable feature,” they went back and forth.

“God, I thought that Weasley was the worst thing in this endless nightmare,” Lucius went on. 

“Sit down and finish your breakfast father,” Draco whined, he was tired and had a killer hang over. His usual coffee for breakfast wasn’t cutting it. He’d have to send out for a potion. He didn’t feel like hearing another of his father’s opinions. “You can stay, you can have their room. They’re heading back to London this afternoon.”

“You’re heading back with us,” Lucius stated.

“I am not, there’s been a change of plans,” Draco corrected. “I’ll be here as long as Ginny needs me… you can feel free to cancel your reservation and crash for the duration of your stay. They have a portkey at noon. We’ll floo housekeeping and get you some clean sheets.”


Draco and his coffee excused themselves from the table and went back into his bedroom.

“What’s wrong with him?” Palmer asked.

“He’s not feeling very well, I’m going to run down to the gift shop and get him something for his head,” she opened the door. She caught a glimpse of his parents, they weren’t pleased, and “perhaps you better come with me.”

When they were in the hall Palmer got down to business, “so I only got the distorted press version via Seamus. You beat the crap out of Comet.”
“Unfortunately this time the media didn’t distort it. That’s what happened.”

“Oh,” he ran his hands through his hair.

She pressed the button for the lift, “It didn’t seem so bad, I would say the worst part is security didn’t catch those reporters before they got their story.”

“That’s beside the point…”

“You’re absolutely right. Dean told me I may lose first string…”

“You’re going to need a lawyer…” They got on the lift.

“Draco’s lawyer is coming on Monday… he’s the one who redid my contract.”

“Cool, you are not losing first string.” Palmer assured her, “they’re going to make you sweat…”

“Well mission accomplished! I’m literally sweating,” she raised her arm and pointed at her pit.

“Well, we’ll blame it on the summer heat,” Palmer put her arm down so you couldn’t see the sweat stains.

“I haven’t even seen the paper yet…”

“I bet Harpies opening day will be sold out,” Palmer said looking on the bright side of things. The doors opened on the lobby, he and Ginny crossed the room to the gift shop. “We can totally spin this. Seamus has been working nonstop.”

“It hasn’t even been twenty four hours yet.”

“But he’s six hours ahead. Witch’s Health wants to do a feature and the Sports Section at the Daily Prophet would like to profile you. Plus the lead singer of the Screaming Banshees Alrick Fulton has invested in a new restaurant and has invited you to the opening.” He told her as he followed her through the aisle.

Ginny rolled her eyes, punch a bitch and get an invite. This was getting more ridiculous by the moment. She pulled a vial off the shelf and read the label. She decided it’s what she wanted and grabbed another.

“Ginny you’re not the least bit excited.”

“I’ll be excited later,” she said as she walked to the other aisle where the periodicals were. She grabbed one of each with her and Comet on the cover.

“That’s very vain of you.”

“I want to know what’s being reported,” she went to pay for her things.

“Hola, Ms. Weasley,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Room 1040 you’re all set.”


“Mr. Malfoy has requested all hotel purchases be charge to his room,” she continued to smile.

“Ok thanks,” she gathered her things from the counter.

“How are you going to read to those?”
“That’s what I have Draco for.”

Ginny opened the door to the room she was sharing with Draco. It was dark and she could make out his figure lying in bed. She went over to his side of the bed and turned on the light on the night stand.

“Turn that off please.”

“No,” she placed the glass of water and tea cup down on the night table. “Sit up and drink this.”

“You’re not trying to poison me are you,” he asked as he sat up against the head board.

“I would have thought you learned by now,” she handed him the vial of potion. “It’s for your hang over.”

He swallowed the contents in one gulp, “yuck.”

She handed him the glass of water, “it doesn’t taste great but it will go the trick… after you take the next dose in a couple hours.” She placed the second vial on the nightstand.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Will you read something for me?”

“Did you suddenly forget how to read Weasley,” he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s in Spanish,” she hit him on the arm.


“Thanks,” she left the room and got her stack of periodicals. When she came back into the room she climbed in bed and sat close to him.

“Are you sure you want to hear this?” She only nodded and placed her head on his shoulder, “alright then…”

“I’m here with her, her heads in a good place. She’ll be completely ready to make arrangements when she gets back to town,” Palmer told the floating head of Seamus in the fireplace.

“Would it be possible to speak with her?”
“Um,” Palmer looked over his shoulder towards the bedroom door. “I don’t… hold on.” He got up and went over to the room. The door was cracked a bit. She and Draco were sitting up in bed, her head was resting on his shoulder as he read the newspaper to her. He backed away from the door and went back to Seamus, “she’s unavailable but I will have her floo you later.”

“Cool I’ll be here until at least midnight my time.”

“Will do,” there was a knock on the door, “I have to go, we’ll talk again.” He got up and answered the door.

“Good morning sir,” the bell hop at the door nodded. “I have instructions to take Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy’s bags down to their carriage.”

“Okay come on in.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,” he shouted before plopping down on the couch.

Narcissa came out of the bedroom, “what is it young man.” Palmer didn’t bother to turn around, he just pointed at the bell hop. “Oh you’re here for the bags, they’re right this way.”

“Mum,” Draco called coming out of his room.

“Yes dear, how are you feeling?”

“Better, I just wanted to say bye and safe travels.”

She sighed, “are you sure you’re not going to come back with us. What help could you possibly be here? Ginevra is going to be tied up with practice…”

“Mum, don’t worry about it. I’ll floo you when I’m back in town,” he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Please be careful with those,” Lucius sneered at the bell hop as he followed him out of the bedroom, “we’ll be right down.” He joined his wife and son in the center of the room. “You be careful here…”

Draco rolled his eyes, “What do you mean be careful? This is a five star hotel in a country I’ve been to over a dozen times what could possibly happen?”

“I mean with the Weasley.”

Palmer knew things were about to get heated so he took the moment to slid into the bedroom where Ginny was.

“What’s going on,” Ginny asked as Palmer closed the door behind him.
“Oh they’re just saying goodbye,” he plopped down on the edge of the bed. “Since I’m here I’ve got some stuff. Tomorrow morning you and Comet will be reading to children in the pediatric wing, then you’ll speak to a group of camp children about conflict resolution. In the afternoon you have a shoot with Estilo magazine, and in the evening you have a wireless interview. Jeff will have wardrobe for everything delivered by tonight. Also I doubled your appearance fee.”

Ginny didn’t want to appear anywhere looking chummy with Comet. She was sure the league was insisting because Palmer was using the attention to hype her career. But the most important thing was, “they agreed to pay my new fee?”

“Oh yeah,” he answered giddily, “Also Brian Boswick wants to spend an hour with you on the air upon your arrival back in London.”

The bedroom door opened and slammed, Ginny and Palmer turned their attention to Draco. He looked annoyed as hell, “my parents left.”

Battle Royale
Everyone knows by now that Ginevra Weasley and Comet Rae both of the Holyhead Harpies, were involved in a fist fight two days ago at the International Quidditch Associations Training Camp. The two were trying to ease tensions as they made an appearance at a children’s camp to talk about conflict resolution. But the two didn’t manage to resolve anything between each other as they broke out into another fight. Their tempers were enraged, the children were assumed, and the British and Irish Quidditch league liaison had his hands full. We’ll keep you posted as the Weasley Rae Feud continues.
“Magical Times”


“Once Upon a Time in Mexico”

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