Title: Of Tomboys and Princesses
Rating: Not Naughty
Word Count: 1,049
Characters/Ships: teenage!Ava, Draco/Ginny
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: For hpbutterbeer, jeybey, and crazy_lil_loud1 because they all requested Rauri or Ava bring home a boy to meet the family.
Summary: Ava breaks her own cardinal rule.
Ginny wrapped her arms around her husband's waist from behind, nuzzling her cheek against his strong back. She loved these quiet moments, catching him unawares.
"Mmm, Gin," he growled, reaching around to wrap an arm around her and pull her around to his side for a quick kiss.
Once he finished showering her in tender kisses and had returned to staring out of the window, she asked, "So what are you staring so intently at out there?"
"Ava," he said simply, but she could hear the underlying edge to his voice. "She's with a boy."
"I know." Ginny searched the horizon until she caught sight of the long, slender silhouette of her youngest child flying high above the tree line. A second, heavier figure joined her immediately before they took off, performing death defying aerial tricks in an effort to outdo one another in the broom skills department.
"Boyfriend?" he asked, and she knew instinctively that he really didn't want to know the answer to that question.
"Just a friend," she clarified.
She could feel Draco relax in hear arms. "Good. Friend I can handle."
It was all Ginny could do not to giggle. Her husband was so clueless when it came to his daughters. He rejoiced at the birth of Rauri and Ava, stating that girls were far easier to raise than boys because they were sweet little princesses and he could spoil them rotten in ways he could never do with Liam and Gareth. What he failed to realize was that yes, girls were easier at the beginning, but then they grew up into complicated and moody creatures from the depths of hell.
"Oh, Draco," she chided gently, "you have so much to learn about your daughters."
"What?" He sniffed indignantly. "I know my daughters very well."
"No, darling, you don't, because just a friend here is code for boyfriend."
He suddenly turned very serious. "What do you mean?"
"You know Ava is never going to admit to having a boyfriend. That would mean that her sister was right, and you know she could never live with Rauri holding something like that over her head!"
"Rauri would never tease her younger sister about having a boyfriend!"
Ginny snorted then, unable to hold back her mirth any longer. “Rauri is not the sweet little princess you like to imagine she is.” There, she’d said it, not that he would actually believe her, but it was out in the open. It was high time he started seeing his little girls for the young women they were quickly becoming.
“How do you know that he’s more than just a friend?” he asked, ignoring her comment about their eldest daughter just like she knew he would.
“He has a name,” she offered tantalizingly.
“Yes, he does and it’s Barclay Abercrombie since you insist on being so nosy. He goes by Clay.”
“Clay Abercrombie,” Draco repeated. “It’s a nice name, a good friend-like name.”
“He’s more than just a friend, Draco.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“She’s being going on all summer about how handsome he is, and how good at Quidditch he is, and how he’s got the prettiest hazel eyes she’s ever seen…”
“He can still be a friend,” he insisted, denial clearly written in his panicked eyes.
“She asked to borrow some of my “pretty stationery” to write him notes.”
“Oh, that is cause for concern.”
“He’s escorting her to the Summer Fling at the Ministry this weekend,” Ginny said wistfully.
Draco blinked in surprise. “She does know it’s a formal event right?”
“We went shopping this morning to get her something appropriate.”
“It’s not strapless is it?”
“No,” she assured him, burrowing into his side, “it’s an ice blue silk column dress with spaghetti straps and a modest slit up the side of one leg. She looks absolutely lovely in it.” It was true. The color was exquisite with Ava’s alabaster complexion, flaxen hair, and cornflower blue eyes. She’d never seen her youngest daughter look so beautiful.
“But, but, she hasn’t the proper things to wear with it. Shoes…”
“We spent nearly an hour in Cobby Cobblers trying on shoes before she decided on a pair of strappy high heel silver shoes before we headed over to Underwraps for the proper under things,” Ginny supplied before he started asking embarrassing questions.
“Stop!” he cried.
“We even picked jewelry – a simple, but elegant diamond bracelet and earrings. We thought it was best not to overpower the dress with too much jewelry.”
“We can’t decide on how she should wear her hair, but we’ll play with it this week. I was thinking of some sort of up-sweep style with loose tendrils. I bought the crystal encrusted hair pins just incase we wanted to add a little sparkle to her hair.”
“STOP!” Draco shouted. “Just stop! I can’t stand it anymore!”
“We didn’t empty the vault, I promise,” Ginny said, trying to assure Draco. He always gave her a difficult time after a particularly big shopping trip. It wasn’t that he so much minded she spent his money liberally, he encouraged it in fact, but it was just part of his charm.
“I’m not worried about that!” he exclaimed with a wave of his hand. “I’m worried about my daughter! What happened to my little tomboy who didn’t have time for anything other than Quidditch?”
“She’s still obsessed with Quidditch,” she said, trying to reassure him that no one had switched bodies with Ava. She knew how her husband’s mind tended to work.
“But, she’d rather die than put on a dress…”
“I don’t like change,” he whined. “I love my little tomboy! We used to have so much fun. If I needed to know a stat, I could ask her. I always had someone to listen to the Saturday afternoon match with me. Now she’ll be obsessed with shoes and hair ribbons and boys!”
Ginny tightened her arms around his waist. She really wanted to sympathize with him, really she did, but she’d been waiting sixteen years for this moment and she was going to relish every second of it. “I know, I know, but, Draco, you have to remember that little tomboys grow up to be lovely young ladies when you’re not looking.”
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