A/N: Hey, I'm janepotter22, and this is the first chapter of my second ever fic! My two friends helped me write this and I just wanna thank them right quick. Thank you Chop, and thank you Valarie! Also, Chop created one of these characters, Anita, the Spanish-English girl, who you will sort of meet in the next chappie. So okay, the disclaimer is next.
Disclaimer: Okay. I do not own the Potterverse (Harry Potter Universe), but the brilliant JK Rowling does. I also don't own Anita., and half the plotline. Infact Chop and I are sharing this story together, as is Valarie. But in later chapters as you will find, I own the characters' children, such as Maeve. So there you go! I hope you enjoy this story! And Please do not forget to review! All types are welcome as I will graciously accept any constructive criticism and tips on how to improve my writing. Enough with this drabble! Enjoy the story!
Chapter One, Part One: Reflections
"Are you already to go Ginevra?" asked Draco, pulling on his green cloak. It was quite chilly outside, for it to be August anyway. He turned to his wife of eight years now, and smiled, handing Ginny her cloak. She fastened on her earrings while nodding slightly, smiled and then put her own cloak on. "Good," said Draco. "And Maeve? Where is she?"
"She's just in her room, putting on her own shoes. She's absolutely thrilled she can dress herself, now. Just thrilled…" Ginevra checked her reflection in the mirror in the foyer of the Malfoy Manor. Her long red hair was pulled back into a tight bun that would proudly be rivaled to that of Minerva McGonnagol's. She wore a dark green set of robes with a fine black cloak.
"Mummy!" came a delightful squeal somewhere from the second floor.
"Alexandrie!" Ginny called. At the sound of Ginny's kind voice, a plump witch by the name of Alexandrie who was the Malfoys' housekeeper and Maeve's nanny, entered the vast foyer.
"Yes my lady?" she asked upon her entrance.
"Would you be so kind as to fetch Maeve for me? We're ready to leave now. Oh, and please be sure to help her with her cloak? And make sure she's got everything. And if you need me for anything, just call me, please." Alexandrie nodded and took a deep bow to the Lord and Lady Malfoy before retrieving Maeve. And in a few short minutes, Alexandrie was back with a blonde child sitting on her arm, who was grinning from ear to ear as she and her nanny asscended the twenty-five marble steps.
"Here you are Lady Malfoy," said Alexandrie, in a heavy Scotish accent.
After Maeve was set down, she ran to her mother and then father who greeted her with a brief hug, to show that he was proud of her. Then he handed her to Ginny, and the family of three made their way to the apparating point and, well, apparated to the Burrow, where Ginny's family was having a welcome back party for Ron and Harry who were visiting for a short while.
It was after all the day that Ron and Harry would bevisiting all their family and friends for a long time.They were really busy what with being big Quidditch stars and taking the Cannons to the World Cup four times. But what would make this gathering uncomfortable would not only be Draco's mere presence, or Harry and Ginny's past relationship, but the fact that Ginny was married to Harry's enemy since the Hogwarts days, and the fact that she and Draco have a child together, and the fact that Anita Cortez, a beautiful Spanish girl that Ginny only knew about because of her being on the Chuddley Cannons Quidditch Team, and never really met her, was also dating Harry, broke up his relationship between him and Ginny, and also bore his first child as well. Also the fact that she and Ginny hate each other because of Harry and she'd be visiting the Burrow with him.
And they-- Harry and Anita that is to say-- were there, too. Both of them were indeed at the Burrow, just as dear Ronald had promised. God, seeing Harry in--what?-- ten years-- gave Ginny some pretty uncomforting memories. She remembered her summer before her horrid first year at Hogwarts, and her unfortunate incident with the diary of Tom Riddle-- she never was the same after that-- and when she had put her elbow in the butterdish. Oh, how she was embarrassed! And then all those weddings! Bill's to Fleur Delacour, Charlie's to a fellow dragon keeper back in Romania, Cecilia Watson, Percy's to Penelope Clearwater, Fred's to Angelina Johnson, George's to Kaitie Bell, and finaly Ron's to Hermione Granger. But Harry never did make it to her wedding, when she'd married Draco Malfoy. And her family never was really accepting of her decision to marry-- even date-- Draco. Now that she think on it, she doesn't even think that they like him at all.
But the happiest, yet most painful memory of Harry happened on her eighteenth birthday. It was the last time the couple would see each other for a while, as Harry and Ron were off to train for thier new professional Quiddtch team, and Ginny was off to Healers' School...
Flashback
"Happy birthday, Ginny!" said Harry as he stepped over the threshold and into the kitchen of the Burrow.
"Hey!" said Ginny happily. Then Harry captured her lips in a sweet kiss full of innocence with a firey passion hidden deep inside that Ginny detected immediately. But they could not deepen the kiss as they were standing infront of four of Ginny's brothers-- Ron, Fred, George, and Bill, seeing as Percy was still a prat( though he got Ginny a nice wizard organizer with an expensive set of quills and ink), and Charlie was still on his way, and with a new girlfriend as well--Ginny's parents, her sister in-law, Fleur, and her best friend at the time, Hermione Granger who was deeply in love with dear Ronald Weasley and secretly engaged as well. All of her brothers looked away pointedly, while Molly gushed, and Mr. Weasley was cornering the muggle-born Hermione and trying to ask her about how a computer works. Poor Hermione.
"Oh, it's so great to have you here again, Harry dear," said Molly, hurrying over to give her daughter and Harry a bone-crushing hug-- though not quite as bone-crushing as Hagrid's hugs, they will admit. She gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and reached for the gift bag in is right hand. "Now let me just take that and put it with Ginny's other gifts."
"Actually, Mrs. Weasley, I was, er, planning to give this to Ginny myself. If you don't mind, that is..." Harry grinned as Mrs. Weasley agreed to this gesture. "Thank you," he said politely . "Er, Ginny? Could we talk? Outside, and maybe walk for a little while?"
"Sure," said Ginny, anxious for what her gift maybe. Harry took Ginny's hand and led her to the orchard where they used to race together, and slowed his pace so Ginny could catch up to him. Then they walked the inside perimeter of the large orchard, hand-in-hand.
"So, um... congratulations on your contract with the Cannons. Boy, I just know Ron is ecstatic about this. I'm happy for you two. Really."
"Yeah," said Harry. "I'm really going to miss you. Ron and I'll be gone for a long time..." Harry squeezed Ginny's hand tightly, a little nervous.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked Ginny, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine...great." Harry cleared his throat, ready to give Ginny her present. He handed Ginny her bag, full with tissue paper, and said, "Here. I got this especially for your birthday."
"Oh, thank you Harry!" said Ginny, pulling out of the bag a small box, with a ribbon on it. She hesitated to open the box, a little nervous about what she might find. But inside she found the most beautiful locket that she ever laid her eyes on. It was heart-shaped, gold with three diamonds embedded in it and swirl designs embossed on it flourished over its front. And it glinted magically in the evening sunset, which was a dark purple already with scarlet and gold streaking the sky, whilst the crescent moon shone brightly over the town of Ottery St. Catchpole. She opened it up and inside on a red velvet heart in gold caligraphy, the Gryffindor colors, were the words True Love. That just made the locket all the more special, gorgeous, and radiant in every way.
"Oh my..." Ginny breathed. "Thank you so much Harry!" She gave him a hug and a kiss on the lips. "It's absolutely beautiful! I love it!"
"Yeah, I love it, too, but it would look even more beautiful around your neck." With that, Harry fastened the locket around Ginny's pale neck, making it glow with radiance and warming her complection and skin all around. "I love you," he said, brushing Ginny's ear with his lips, causing her to shiver involuntarily, and press her body against his, casting a silent plead that she needed him.
"Let's go somewhere else," Harry said calmly, though he needed her badly, as well. He pulled her in a broom shed that was covered thickly with vines and various other wizarding plants. It was at the edge of the vast orchard.
"This is any better?" asked Ginny, sneezing as she passed through the cloud of dust that was created from the closing shed door. She drew her wand and muttered, "Scourgify," and the shed was instantly cleared of any dust. "There," she started. "That's bett--"
She was interrupted by Harry's mouth pressed against her's, giving her a more passion filled kiss than the one that was demondtrated in the Burrow kitchen, "Now, are you nervous?" asked Harry, sincerely concerned for her comfort.
"Why?"
"Well, because, I, er, want to..." he was at a loss for words.
"Make love? Shag?" Ginny spoke up, clearly oblivious.Of course she was being cynical.
But Harry looked at her in a serious way. A way that said 'of course'. But instead, he said, "I would prefer we make love." This caught Ginny off guard. She was just joking, but, Harry was serious. Butthen again she had always wondered what it'd be like to be with Harry.Intimately, that is.
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