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Chapter Three ~ An Intervention

When the door of the apartment closed from the visit with the only Weasleys' that were speaking to them, Amélie watched as her mother leaned back against the door and sighed sadly.

She was used to her mother looking like that whenever she thought Amélie wasn't looking but today, today it seemed as if she was feeling low, really low.

Looking at her watch, Amélie decided that Ginny needed a pick – me – up; using a spell or potion just wasn’t cut out right now.

Biting her lip, she went into her room. The forest green walls, dark sheets and furniture stood out even more when she was in them. She grabbed her bag, slid her wand into her ponytail and grabbed a cloak.

“C’mon, mom, let’s go for some dinner. It’s on me.” Amélie smiled sweetly at Ginny.

Ginny looked up at her daughter’s words, her dark and sad thoughts scattering away at the bright smile that was on Amélie’s face. She smiled back, nodding her head and blinked herself into her bedroom. She grabbed her things and blinked back.

“Mom, really, you can’t walk those few feet to your room? That’s like…abusing your power.” Amélie huffed as she turned her back on her mother and exited the apartment.

Ginny chuckled, “you’re just jealous. I’m certain yours will appear soon. Your dad and I both have them. If I remember correctly, I got mine when I was about eighteen or so. Draco, well, I don’t actually know when he got his.” She explained.

“Yeah, if only Merlin grants me the gift of more power. Just beautiful; yes, mom, I already know.” Amélie rolled her eyes as Ginny closed the door behind them then began reciting the incantations for the protective wards.

After that, they continued on their way out of the apartment building and onto the muggle New York City streets. The two women turned down the alleyway beside their apartment building. When out of sight, Amélie sighed loudly. Ginny smiled as she held her hand out to her daughter.

“Why can’t we apparate? I can do it legally now, you know.” Amélie complained.

“I thought you said this was easier than apparating?” Ginny asked with a grin on her lips.

“It is, but c’mon…ugh, whatever. Let’s go! I’m so hungry I could eat a Hippogriff.” Amélie said.

“I hope a regular meal will suffice,” Ginny teased as Amélie grabbed her mother’s hand and she blinked them to a small diner, Magical Meals, which they always went to where they knew the owner and his step – brother. They were magical folk; good people really.

Ginny pushed open the door causing a bell to jingle from somewhere; Amélie followed right behind her. The diner was pretty empty for that time of night. As they sat at the bar, a man in about his mid – thirties turned around and smiled at them. His dark brown hair was naturally messy and his blue eyes shining playfully as he saw them.

“Why, hello ladies! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Colm Kristoff smiled as he looked between Amélie and Ginny.

Ginny smiled back, “my daughter here is buying me dinner. Isn’t that thoughtful of her?”

“It sure is. You’ll be having the usual, right? Thomas!” Colm yelled for his many years younger step – brother. Thomas Kristoff was seventeen years old, having just graduated from Liatris this past year with Amélie.

“Hey, hey, you don’t have to yell at me.” Thomas frowned as he appeared from the backroom. “Amélie!” He smiled widely when he saw her.

Thomas was completely different from Colm. He had ear length black hair and dark brown eyes; his skin a nice tan color. Colm’s father had married Thomas’ mother a few years back. Actually, Thomas’ mother had adopted him when his parents had passed away when he was a few years old. His biological parents had been good friends with his adopted mother. Now, Colm’s and Thomas’ parents traveled all over the world leaving Colm to watch after his younger brother.

Ginny had met Colm and Thomas one somewhere when Amélie had on holiday during her first year at Liatris. Amélie and Ginny had been out, strolling the freezing New York City streets when they spotted the diner. As they entered, Amélie had recognized Thomas and then Ginny and Colm had been introduced.

“Hello, Thomas. How’s your summer been? Have you been “job searching” yet?” Amélie asked, inserting quotations around job searching.

Because the truth was that Colm was a colleague of Ginny’s. They both worked for the American Ministry of Magic; as a hit – witch and hit – wizard. Ginny had kept her job. She couldn’t stop, it was her life, her passion, and it was what she did.

Ginny smiled as she watched Thomas smile adoringly at Amélie. The boy had been in love with her since they had begun their fourth year at Liatris. Of course, Amélie was clueless.

“Job searching? Hah, I already know what I’m going to do.” Thomas snorted as he walked around the bar and sat beside Amélie.

Then the two began whispering amongst themselves, lost in their own world.

“So, how have you been?” Colm asked, pulling Ginny’s attention away from the other two.

She looked over to see him leaning on his elbows on the bar; his face inches away from hers. Instinctively, she leaned back away from him.

Colm smiled sadly.

Colm was a nice man and they’d tried the whole dating thing. They hadn’t even made it through the first date when they knew it wasn’t meant to be.

She had commitment and unresolved issues with a certain silvery – gray eyes, Prince of Slytherin and hit – wizard. She didn’t think she’d ever get over those issues, honestly and that bothered her. She was still in love with Draco; something she deeply disliked.

He had abandoned her, for Merlin’s sake! Why couldn’t she be released from these feelings? She wondered.

“Hello, Earth to Ginny; you still with us?” Colm asked as he gently brushed his fingers against her cheek.

“Sorry, swamped by my thoughts. Those blasted things were almost drowning me there.” She snorted and smiled at Colm.

He smiled back; “okay, the usual is coming right up; you too, Amélie?” He asked.

“Definitely, I’m starving.” Amélie said as she turned her bar stool around to face Colm.

“Good, Thomas, get your butt back in the kitchen and whip up some awesomeness for these lovely ladies.” Colm winked at them

“I don’t think awesomeness is actually a wo–” Thomas started to say until he noticed the glare Colm was sending his way. “Oh, fine.” He mumbled as he made his way back to the kitchen.

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“Dinner was a success,” Neville Longbottom said as he laid back on the couch in the apartment that he lived in with his long – time boyfriend, or partner (depending on who you asked), Blaise Zabini in Hogsmeade, just outside of Hogwarts. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled as Blaise made his way into the living room with two glasses of what Neville assumed was Ogden’s Firewhiskey.

“I reckon it was. Mother’s newest husband didn’t say a word and that alone is a success in its self.” Blaise snorted as he handed Neville a glass and sat beside him.  

“Yes, what was his name, Saminite, or something like that?” Neville asked after he took a sip.

“I thought it was Stalliono.” He shrugged.

Neither could remember.

“Oh well, so it’s a go, then? We’re going to adopt.” Neville looked at Blaise and the smiles on both their faces were breathtaking.

“Yeah, it looks like it.” Blaise nodded.

“Bloody hell, we’re going to be parents.” Neville realized as he quickly finished the contents of the glass and hissed as the pain the liquid brought as it slid down his throat. “This is nasty stuff. Why do we continue to drink it?”

“Because it’s the strongest thing out there,” Blaise admitted as he finished his drink as well. He sat back after he placed his glass on the table and then looked at Neville. Nervously, he rubbed the back of his neck as he continued to look at the other man.

Neville noticed the gesture for what is was.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m going to say something but don’t agree or disagree. I know you can’t. I just want you to know that I know. Okay?” Blaise said and instantly Neville’s curiosity spiked.

“Okay, so what is it.” He said.

“You know where Ginny is.” Blaise stated more than questioned.

Neville’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected that.

“Don’t say anything. I figured you can’t tell me anything and if you can’t then it must be a vow you made and Merlin, I don’t want you to die, so don’t open you bloody mouth.” Blaise said quickly when it looked like Neville was going to speak.

Neville simply nodded to what he said.

“Bollocks, now that that’s out, I feel so much better.” Blaise sighed as he closed his eyes.

Neville laughed as he leaned forward to give Blaise a kiss he had been holding in for hours when suddenly the fireplace lit up with green flames and a woman’s head appeared.

“Pansy, what can we do for you?” Blaise asked.

Pansy Parkinson’s normally calm eyes were blazing as she looked at the two men sitting comfortably on their couch.

“I’m coming over with a guest and we are going to sit down and have a nice long chat. No, better yet, an intervention because I am sick and tired of all this bloody stuff.” She growled and then her head disappeared.

Neville looked over at Blaise, “What do you think that was about?”

Blaise shrugged, “I guess we’re about to find out.” He muttered when the green flames returned and two bodies suddenly appeared, covered in soot, in their living room.

Blaise stood up and quickly, with a flick of his wand, cleaned them up.

Pansy huffed as she pulled the other person’s arm and angrily threw him on the couch. She then grabbed Neville’s arm and pulled him off the couch. Then she forced Blaise and him to stand next to her so they were looking down at the man on the couch.

“Pansy, is this really necessary?” Blaise asked.

“It is,” she answered curtly.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think.” Neville added.

“It is,” she answered again then looked over at the man sitting on the couch.

“I am sick and tired of this behavior.” She hissed at him. “This is absolutely no way a man of your status should be behaving! A Pure – Blood is –” She was saying until Neville cleared his throat.

“Yes, we are all Pure – Bloods here, but in this house, Pansy, everyone is equal.” He told her.

She rolled her eyes then looked back at the man.

“We don’t care if you like the pleasures in life. I’m not one to complain about them but every single blasted night there is someone new in your bed, sometimes more than one person!” She screeched.

The man covered his ears angrily.

“Your mother agrees with me. I know Neville and Blaise too. I have even heard George and Luna Weasley say it a time or two. This is preposterous! I am disgusted.” She continued.

“Bugger off, Pansy. You don’t understand.” The man growled.

“No, I will not! And you will listen to me. I do understand. It’s been seventeen long – bloody – years. Grow up and find the girl or move the hell on, Draco Malfoy!”

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