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This story is No. 1 in the series "This is Romance?". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Ginny Weasley has an adventure in muggle London

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Harry Potter > Connor-Centered > Pairing: Ginny Weasley(Past Donor)SongjaFR1855,98102110,0398 Feb 069 Mar 06Yes

Who needs enemies with brother's like mine

Disclaimer: Still not mine

Chapter 5
Who needs enemies with brother's like mine


The pounding on the door of her flat broke Ginny out of the pleasant haze she was floating in. She dropped her head back and moaned. Connor, however, took this as an opportunity to run his lips and teeth over the smooth white column of Ginny’s neck. “Maybe whoever it is will go away,” Connor muttered.

Ginny shook her head, still not climbing off of Connor’s lap. “It’s Ron.”

“How do you know?”

“Ginny, open the door,” Ron’s voice echoed through the apartment.

“No one pounds on my door like Ron,” Ginny said with a smile.

“Maybe if we don’t answer the door, he’ll think we’re out and go away,” Connor offered, although he already felt that he and Ginny were coming out of their make-out session.

“Nope.”

“Ginny, open up, I know you’re in there.”

“How would he know? Maybe if we’re real quiet. . .”

Ginny smiled at him as she placed her forehead to his and said, “Magic.”

“I check the clock at home. Open the door, Gin!”

With that last statement, Ginny sighed and placing a chaste kiss on Connor’s lips, she climbed off his lap and headed for the door. She flung it open and without acknowledging the two men standing in the door way, she turned and walked back to the living room and sat on Connor’s lap. “I hope you realize that the two of you broke up one of the best make-out sessions I’ve had in a long time.”

“Gee, Gin why do you have to tell me stuff like that, and get off his lap.”

“I happen to like sitting here,” Ginny replied.

“I don’t mind,” Blaise said taking a seat in a wing back chair by the fireplace.

“I don’t mind either,” Connor said with a smile and a quick nuzzle to Ginny’s neck.

“Gah,” Ron said covering his eyes, “I really don’t want to see this.”

“I have four words for you, Ron,” Gin said in a menacing tone, “Lavender Brown Sixth Year.” Ron flushed a deep red. Blaise committed the words to memory.

“Er, well, yes, the reason we are here,” Ron intoned with a pointed look at Zabini, “We have completed our investigation of the night that you encountered Mr. Angel and had the incident with a man posing as Draco Malfoy.”

“Let me tell you, Gin, those brother’s of yours are something else. And the best was I got to see my partner here use auroring techniques not taught at the ministry,” Zabini said grandly.

“Don’t say it,” Ron growled between clenched teeth.

“I mean, how often does an interrogator use the words, and I quote, ‘when I tell mum what you did.’”

“Oh, please tell me Ron that you didn’t,” Ginny said.

“It was the twins! There are only two people who have ever been able to put the fear of God into the twins, Mum and you.”

“You know, Gin,” Zabini offered, “If not for your twin brothers, upstanding pillars of the community that they are, our job would be much less interesting. Apparently, three weeks ago, after leaving our flat, Draco, still a bit insecure about actually asking you out, thought he would go and see if one or more of his business associates might have some advice for him. He reasoned that these gentlemen knew you very well, having lived with you for most of your life, and he had fairly reasonable dealings with these two wizards over the years, baring the time he was turned into a canary, had shamrocks growing out of his head, turned orange with purple polka-dots and the time he could only speak Mongolian for a week. Needless to say, he wandered over to Weasely’s Wizarding Wheezes to have a chat with the two proprietors.”

At this, Ginny groaned and dropped her head into her hands. “Are they talking about Fred and George, the ones you told me never to ever trust?” Connor asked in awe. Ginny just groaned and nodded.

“So, upon hearing what Mr. Malfoy planned for their sister, Fred and George went into an overprotective fit that eclipsed Ron’s usual overprotective fits and came up with the elaborate scheme to discredit Draco to you, publicly humiliate him and terrorize your brother, Percy all at the same time.”

“Not to mention it was exciting to see Draco foaming at the mouth trying to decide what to do about his WWW holdings. Apparently he’s been invested in the twin’s business for almost three years, now and finds that they are quite a profitable venture for Malfoy Enterprises. He knows selling his share wouldn’t harm the company any, as it is growing leaps and bounds and he can’t quite convince himself to let go of all the future earning profits,” Ron said with a grin.

“I assume from Ron’s comment, that all the other parties have been given the pertinent information?” Ginny asked.

“Yup, and you are in the clear for the incendio and obliviate that you did in the alley there,” Zabini said, “Clear cut self defense with the vampire, and as Connor here is the big miracle child, no reprisals on spells in muggle territory or unnecessary spells on muggles.”

“Case closed, you can leave, don’t let the door hit you on the way out?” Ginny asked hopefully.

Ron rolled his eyes, “I feel so welcome,” he said sarcastically as he and Zabini got to their feet and headed toward the door of Ginny’s flat.

“If you can’t kick out your family,” Ginny said with a smile.

“We should get together for dinner next week,” Zabini said in parting, “I’ll have Luna send an owl.”

Ginny just smiled, waved and shut the door. Swiftly she locked, sealed and warded it shut. As the evidence once again showed, her brother’s were out to ruin her love life.
She turned back to the living room to see Connor standing and staring out the window of her flat looking tense and worried.

“Connor, is something wrong?” Ginny asked.

He turned to her with a sad smile. “So, maybe I better go.”

“Go,” Ginny asked startled, “go where? Go why?”

“There is this guy that you want to go out with, that wants to go out with you. You should go. I mean, he’s not gay. I was just your brothers pulling a prank on you. He’s a real wizard, not some magical muggle. He sounds rich and Zabini seems to like him, even if your brothers don’t, but I wouldn’t like any guy that went out with Dawnie and you should have seen what Spike did to the last guy that tried to ask her out,” Connor touched her face gently, “maybe you should give this guy a chance.”

“What? Why?” Ginny looked at him totally confused. She grabbed his hand and held it to her cheek, “Connor, these three weeks with you have been some of the most fun. O.k., maybe not all fun, like the time we were coming out of the movies and had to chase that demon in the underground or that time when we got mobbed in Diagon Alley by all those girls who wanted your picture and autograph.”

Connor grinned, “Or the time I fell off the broom and into that patch of man-eating spiders and you came down to try and save me.”

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to do a ‘do over’ date with Draco. I don’t want to be with Draco. I want to be with you. Remember, never trust the twins. He lost out. Me, I think I got the best end of the deal.” Ginny smiled widely at Connor.

“No Gin,” Connor said with an answering smile before picking her up around the waist and swinging her in a circle making her laugh, “I think I did.”

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