A/N: This takes place the same day as the Deathly Hallows epilogue. I needed to prove to myself that D/G wasn't entirely quashed by that. You'll notice the epilogue doesn't say anywhere that Harry and Ginny are still married. ;P That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Draco twirled his fork thoughtfully, not-so-subtly ignoring the witch seated across from him. He'd scarcely said a word to her the entire evening. The curt nod he'd deigned to bestow upon her at the station earlier in the day had warned her of his mood, but she'd hoped he'd be over it by now.
"What?" she demanded finally. Patience had never been her forte.
Slowly he turned to look at her, setting the fork down with the kind of excruciating care displayed only when he was teetering on the edge of his breaking point. Their eyes met and she knew she would not win this battle. Draco would not back down today.
"You've not told him about us."
The words were spoken softly. It had taken some time for her to understand that Draco did not shout his displeasure. In stark contrast to the Weasley family, it was when his voice was almost a whisper that one needed to tread most carefully.
"I don't want to hurt him." Her words were quiet, too, but it was not fury that made them so.
A thin smile spread across his face and his eyes narrowed. "You prefer to hurt me?"
"Draco, no," she cried. Reaching across the table, she took his hand, but withdrew it immediately under his disdainful glare. "I love you."
"And yet you continue to allow Potter to think your divorce is just a little snag in your relationship that you'll get over eventually."
Ginny flinched, unable to deny the accusation. Even after three years, Harry still behaved as though they were married. As integrated into the Weasley family as he was, it was difficult to set appropriate boundaries; and there were the children to consider, but it would be lie to say that she'd made the efforts she should have to truly move away from their relationship. To allow them both to go on with their lives.
Cupping her face with an elegant hand, Draco looked at her intently. "Is it a snag, Ginny? Will you go back to Potter?"
"No," she whispered, covering his hand with her own. "I'm yours, Draco. Only yours."
"Then I see no reason to wait any longer." He stood quickly, pulling her up with him. "You'll break the news to Potter, and then we'll tell the children of our intent to marry at Christmas. They should be used to the idea by the time they come home for the holidays."
"Marry at Christmas?" Ginny exclaimed. "That's awfully quick considering you haven't even proposed."
Draco gave her a self-satisfied grin. "You're mine, and I'm tired of waiting."
