Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or anything found in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Universe.

This is a Sequel to the Alternate Ending of The Unseen Side. Since quite a few people requested it, I decided to start writing it. It is still being written so new chapters will not be immediate. In the meantime, please review and tell me what you think. The reviews are great inspiration for me to keep writing! Thanks!

Chapter 1

"Teddy!" Mrs. Weasley cried out when Ginny walked through the door with the little boy. The little boy shrieked with laughter, reaching out to Molly.

"Alright, alright," Ginny said, handing over Teddy.

Mrs. Weasley cooed over the wiggling child before turning her attention to her daughter. "Ginny dear, how was your trip to Diagon Alley?"

"It was fine, Mum. We had loads of fun walking around."

Just then, the kitchen door opened and Ron and Hermione came in, Harry following behind them. Ginny smiled weakly at Harry. What she told Draco was true. She and Harry had tried to date but in the end they broke up. What she didn't say was that the split wasn't a mutual agreement. Harry still hoped she would come around.

"Hey Gin!" Harry said with a pleasantly surprised tone.

"Hey." she said back.

"What are you doing here?"

Mrs. Weasley piped in with Teddy in her arms. "She was just bringing this little guy back to me."

"Bringing him back?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. Teddy and I went to Diagon Alley today, didn't we Teddy?" Ginny answered.

"Oh? How was that?" Harry smirked, knowing what a handful Teddy could be. He looked over at his godson, only to have the smirk fall off his face. The little boy's hair was now a shiny, near white, blonde. "Why's his hair like that?"

Ginny looked over and saw Draco's platinum blonde hair. "Oh..." she said. "Well we saw Draco Malfoy in while we were out today."

The kitchen fell silent at the mention of that name.

"Malfoy?" Harry echoed.

"He's back in London?" asked Hermione.

Ginny nodded. "Says he went to America after the war."

"Probably to escape Azkaban." Ron said with a smirk.

Harry laughed at that while Hermione tried to hide her amusement with a disapproving scowl. Ginny, however, wasn't amused. How am I going to tell them?

"Well I've got to get home now. Lots to do before work tomorrow." Ginny said with a slightly bitter tone, trying to make a quick escape. She was nearly out of the back yard when she heard her name being called. She groaned, knowing only too well who was calling her, and stopped.

Harry came up beside her and stopped too. "You okay, Gin?" he asked.

"Fine, Harry. Did you need something?"

"Oh..." Harry shuffled awkwardly beside her. "Well I- er, I was wondering if you were too busy to have dinner with me tonight."

Her heart sank at his question. "Harry..." she started, "We've talked about this. We tried to make things work. I just, I don't feel that way anymore."

"I know. I just thought, maybe, we could have dinner." he said, "As friends, you know."

Ginny frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea Harry. Can't we just remember the good times we used to have together?"

He was quiet for so long that she chanced a glance at him. His green eyes were staring sadly back at her. Those green eyes that she had once loved, that she had once compared to pickled toad, now reminded her only of the green Slytherin robes Draco used to wear.

"I guess you're right Gin. Sorry I bothered you. I'll see you around then, huh?" Harry said, turning back towards the Burrow.

She sighed sadly as she walked past the boundaries of the house and apparated to her small, one bedroom apartment.

No sooner had she unlocked the door than she realize there was an owl pecking at her window. Rushing, she dropped her coat to the floor and opened the window. A tawny looking owl flew in and dropped a letter on the coffee table before it landed on her couch.

Ginny walked over to pet the owl before picking up the letter to read. The first thing she noticed about the letter was the shining green ink. Her heart skipped as she read the note.

Ginevra,

I would like to take you out to dinner

so that we can celebrate our engagement.

I'll be at your place at Eight tonight.

Draco

Ginny smiled at the note, hardly believing everything that had happened today. She was engaged, really engaged, to Draco Malfoy. It was more than she could ever have hoped for. Ginny looked at the clock on her wall and saw that it was nearly seven already. She jumped into action, rushing to her room.

By ten minutes till 8, Ginny Weasley was putting the final touches on her curling charm. Her normally flat hair now cascaded down in shining red ringlets. She wore her best dress, a lovely gray velvet piece which nearly reached the floor. The dress was the exact shade of Draco's eyes, dark with passion.

She was so lost in thought she didn't register the first knock at the door. When the knocking continued, her thoughts were interrupted. She opened the door to reveal Draco standing before her. Her breath caught as she looked upon him. He was dashing in a fine fitted black suit.

"Ginevra," he greeted her, kissing her hand with a smile. "You look beautiful."

Ginny smiled shyly. "Would you like to come in? I've just got to get my bag from my room and we can go."

Draco nodded and walked into the living room. Ginny closed the door and went to retrieve her bag. As her hand closed around the little black purse, she was struck by a sudden thought. What if we're seen? The thought scared her into a panic and it took her a few minutes to get herself under control.

Calmly, Ginny walked back into the living room.

"All set?" He asked, when he saw her.

She hesitated. "Well, I- er, I was wondering if you wanted to stay here instead? I could cook us something."

Draco stared at her. Something was wrong, he knew it. But he knew how stubborn she was so he decided to let it go for now. "Uh, sure. I don't mind staying here, if that's what you want."

Ginny smiled and nodded. Relief filled her as she made her way to the kitchen. Out of her purse, she retrieved her wand and went about preparing dinner for them.

"Ginevra?" Draco began as they sat on the couch after dinner.

"Hmm...?"

"Why didn't you want to go out tonight?" he asked.

"I- er, I just thought it would be nice to stay in."

Draco stood and adjusted his suit. He began walking towards the door, making a grab for his coat as he did so.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked, watching him put on his coat.

"Home." he said, "If you can't even tell me the truth, then I've clearly made a mistake. My Ginevra wouldn't lie to me. You, obviously, are not her."

Ginny rushed to her feet and ran to him. Her hand rested on his chest and she looked into his eyes. "Don't go." she whispered. "I shouldn't have lied. I just... I didn't want anyone to see us."

His eyebrow raised as he looked back at her. "Why?"

"I- I haven't told my family yet."

"So," Draco said, "Why should that effect our having dinner?"

"Imagine how they would feel!" she countered, "If they saw a picture of the two of us in the prophet! How would your father react?"

Though he tried to hide it, she could see the color slowly fade from his face. She felt his heart skip a beat under her hand. "Alright. I see your point." Draco conceded, clearing his throat. "But we'll have to tell them."

"I know," Ginny agreed. "I just... I need time. They don't know about us Draco. Nobody does."

"Nobody?"

She shook her head solemnly. "There was nobody I could talk to about it. Nobody who would understand."

He was silent. "I didn't know... I assumed you would have told someone."

Again, Ginny shook her head. "Did you tell anyone?"

"I told Blaise."

"Zabini? Since when were you friends with him?"

"A few years ago, shortly after I got to America, I ran into him. We had dinner and he told me how things were going back here. We kept in touch and any time he came to America, we'd meet up for dinner or drinks. Eventually we became friends."

"Maybe I should have taken off too. Could have found myself a friend."

"Come on, Ginevra. You've got to have friends here. What about Granger? Or Lovegood?"

"Hermione is marrying Ron. And she's Harry's best friend. She'd never be understanding about it, especially not with Harry still..."

"Not with him what?" Draco asked when she didn't finish her thought.

She shook her head.

"Not with him what, Ginevra?"

Ginny looked away for a long moment. He was about to speak again when she turned to face him. "Harry- well, Harry is still in love with me. Everyone hopes that I'll come around and take him back."

She could see the pain in Draco's eyes. "Tell them."

"What?"

"Tell them. Now. Tonight." He said firmly. "Come on. We'll go together. Right now. We'll apparate there and tell them that we're getting married. Then they'll stop pushing you to be with him."

"Draco," Ginny said, pulling her arm out of his grasp, "Draco! The only thing that would accomplish is to get you killed! My brothers would murder us both if we showed up there telling that that we're getting married!"

His hand went slack and he let her go. "Well then what do you propose we do?"

"I don't know. I'll think of something. I just need time."

"Fine." he agreed. "But I don't want to hide this. I love you Ginevra. I'm not a bad guy anymore. I've paid my debt."

"I love you too Draco." she said, brushing her hand against his cheek. "You know that. I'll figure something out."