Harry woke with a start as Teddy’s cries pierced the small room. He groggily climbed out of the warm bed and stumbled over to the bassinet by the window. In the moonlight he could see that Teddy’s hair was bright pink. Chuckling to himself he lifted the baby out of the crib and started over to the rocking chair.

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“What were you afraid of most?” Harry asked, stroking Ginny’s arm while they lay together. Ginny hesitated for a split second before answering.

“I was afraid of losing you.” Ginny stated. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
 

Hermione was the first to speak. “Who blacked your eye Malfoy, I want to send them flowers.” The entire table laughed, and they continued to eat noisily. Mrs. Weasley retrieved the bruise remover that Hermione had used once before and within the hour, Malfoy’s bruise was gone.
 

With a jolt that set his stomach rolling in nausea, Draco realized that was just like his father. But his weapon was not physical, it was verbal. He used his words just like his father used his cane. The shock of his revelation knocked the breath out him. He closed his eyes, trying to dispel the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.
 

They murmured words of comfort, and held her as she cried, truly cried for the first time since that night.

She finally grieved for the woman who was forever ruined the night that Lucius Malfoy hurt her. She wept for the innocence that was ripped from her rather than willingly given. And she became angry. She was angry at Lucius for ruining her; she hated her father for giving her away as if she were cattle to be butchered. And most of all, she was angry at herself for not realizing what Draco already had. His father was a monster.
 

“Uh, sure I guess we’re in. Oh wait,” he said suddenly looking embarrassed. “I uh, I don’t have any trunks.”

“That’s alright, mate, you can borrow some of mine.” Ron said. Everyone, at the table fell silent, their mouths dropping open in shock. Ron had never been so cordial to Malfoy. Ever.

“Uh, thanks I suppose.”

It had been a bad night. Draco had woken up several times through the evening covered in sweat. He couldn’t get a handle on is dreams, but he remembered the sense of dread that had filled him to his core. He finished making the tea and sat down. If he thought very hard, he could catch a glimpse of long blonde hair whipping through the night, but the feeling of dread wouldn’t go away.

They were just coming out of Florean Fortescue’s ice cream parlor when the silver wolf materialized in front of them. They were all shocked when they heard Malfoy’s voice echoed around them.

“Get back as soon as possible. My mother has just shown up.” The Patronus disappeared as suddenly as it materialized. They all stared in shock as they came to grips on what they had just heard. Then they clasped hands and apparated home.

 

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Ron’s eyes filled with tears, and he bit his lip, looking down. “I don’t know if I can forgive you yet Hermione,” his voice was anguished, his expression torn. Finally he looked her in the eye. His tears had fallen, streaking his cheeks. "I don't know if I can forgive you at all.