Nothing We Can't Do
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I want to.
Chapter One - Forgotten
"Night Ginny!" Hermione waved from her seat snuggled next to Ron in the common room. Ginny smiled back and made her way to her room.
Ron had finally got up the courage to ask Hermione on a date. Ginny was glad for both of them. They were cute together even though it seemed as if the majority of their time together was spent arguing over this or that.
No one else was in bed yet in her dorm. Changing into her night clothes she fell in to bed and was a sleep before she could even pull up the blankets.
She woke up at some point in the night with a headache that would not allow her to just turn over and fall back asleep. Her dorm was quite dark. She heard footsteps in the hallway outside. She looked over at her nightstand. Groping around in the darkness she found her clock. Leaning in close she peered at it: 12:23. Damn. She had only been asleep for an hour. She lay there for a while thinking. She grew hot and threw back the covers, then froze. She hadn't pulled the covers up when she went to bed. Then she relaxed, as she realized that one of her friends had probably done it for her. She sank back into her thoughts, still trying to get to sleep, and staring up at the ceiling.
Ginny was in her fifth year at Hogwarts. Harry was getting closer to finding Voldemort. He and Dumbledore had secretly disappeared the night before, and still had yet to return. Everything was the same for the most part. Her family was the same. Her friends. She had broken up with Dean a week ago. It was good to have him not whining over her anymore. She had grown tired of him. Her thoughts grew tired and stopped. She continued to star up at the ceiling, for what seemed like hours to her.
The room started to grow lighter and lighter and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She glanced at the clock once more. 6:10. Damn. It's a good thing it's a weekend. God! What a headache! She looked at the clock again, hoping that she had read it wrong. Nope. Damn.
Then she started. That was not her nightstand. She sat up in bed quickly. This was not her dorm. She was sitting in a large king sized bed, with white and silver stipes on the bedcover. The walls around the room were a light grayish blue. The furniture was a dark wood. This was not Hogwarts.
Before she could see anymore the door opened a few feet away from her side of the bed. Two men entered. She shot off the bed on the other side and stumble backwards till she hit a wall. She started to breath in short bursts. Her eyes darted between the two. She tried to speak but couldn't find her voice. The men advanced towards her. She shrank into the wall.
"Ginny! Darling, you shouldn't be out of bed! Are you alright?" She looked wildly at the man who had spoken. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.
They continued towards her and she suddenly wimpered. The other man stopped short, but the man who had spoken still moved. His companion reached out and stopped him.
He finally spoke, "Mrs. you really shouldn't be standing. Much less moving around."
Ginny looked at him. He was a small balding man, he wore a white shirt, a black vest over the top with a pocket watch coming out of the pocket. His eyes were kind he peered at her over his specticals. She relaxed only slightly.
She glanced at the other man again. He was taller than she, with short dusty blond hair, that had the appearance of having been rumpled for the last hour. His eyes appeared to be silver, with a tinge of blue. He was dressed in a quiditch t-shirt for the Magpies, and dirty pair of jeans. He was altogether very attractive. His face was marked with consurn, and worry.
She spoke. "What do you want with me? What am I doing here? Where am I?"
They just looked at her. Worry filling every inch of their faces.
She started to breath faster again, her headache growing worse. She started to panic. "Where am I?"
The men looked at eachother. She started to slowly slid down the wall, losing strength.
"Ginny..." The tall man spoke, his voice sounded faroff, "you're home..."
Her world went black.
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She awoke. She was in the bed again. The tall man was sitting with his head in his hands in a chair next to her. She tried to sit up but fell back on the bed with a groan. The man's head shot up, and he was kneeling next to her in a second. He took her hand. "Darling? It's me. Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
Ginny looked at him and then at his hands holding hers. She pulled away quickly. The man looked hurt.
Right then the balding man rushed into the room.
"Ah! She's finally awake. How do you feel?" He took her arm and felt for her pulse while looking at his watch. "Right, Right. Everything appears to be fine. Quite the nasty fall you took. It's a miracle your even alive from the hieght you were at?... well, well. hmmm... Right now. What is your name?"
He spoke all in a rush that made Ginny's head pound. She slowly thought of the answer to his question. "Ginerva Molly Weasley"
The bald man frowned and seemed to be waiting for something else. He peered closely at her. The other man, spoke soflty, having moved away from the bed, and seemed to talk to the carpet. "Malfoy"
She looked at him. "what...?"
"Nevermind him, nevermind. How old are you, Mrs.?"
"Fifteen. And it's Miss. I'm not married."
"Fifteen...? well well. hmmm." The man whom by now Ginny figured was a Healer, peered at her again.
She took this time to speak. "What am I doing here? Why are you holding me captive? What do you want?"
The tall man spoke. "You're not being held captive Ginny--"
"Then why can't I have my wand?"
"You can have you wand... I didn't know you wanted it." He walked over to a desk on the other side of the room and opened up the top drawer. He pulled out a long wood box and brought it over to her. "Here." He put it on her lap.
She slowly sat up in the bed and moved back so she could rest on the headboard. She glanced again at the man. Suddenly it hit her why he was so familier. Sure he looked older than normal but that was him.
She hissed out his name: "Draco Malfoy!"
His face filled with hope for a second, but then fell when he realized how she had said it. The healer continued to look at her.
"What am I doing here? What do you want? When my brothers find out about this they're----" She was cut off.
"They're down stairs right this minute," He said with a smirk.
She started to panic. He had them too. This was not good.
"What do you want with us?" Her voice started to shake.
"I want my wife back! Dammit! I'm not holding you captive!"
She spoke slowly, "Your wife?
"Yes!" He looked desprate. "Ginny... don't you remember?"
"Remember what excactly?"
"Look at the box."
"What?"
"Look at the box."
Ginny picked the box up. It was covered with carvings of vines and flowers. Then Ginny looked again. Her heart stopped for a second. In the middle of the box's lid was her name, only different. She read it out loud:
"Ginerva Molly Weasley... Malfoy."
The room filled with silence. She sat staring at the wall.
"I'm your wife? That's hard to believe Malfoy, for a number of reasons. The first two seem to cover most of them."
"And what are those?" He asked cooley.
"Um... let's see. One, your a Malfoy, I'm a Weasley. I think that one pretty much explains itself. Two, I'm fifteen and you are sixteen."
"Right, so if I'm supposed to be sixteen how can you explain the way I look."
Ginny looked at him. He had a point. He did not look sixteen in the least. He looked to be about twenty something. She was stumped - then, "Aha! Ageing potion! You used an ageing potion!"
"Ginny don't you remember us? Us getting married? Anything?"
"I don't remember marrying you, no."
"Look at your finger."
She did so, and saw a beautiful yet simple diamond ring setted in a silver band.
The Healer broke into the conversation. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"I was at Hogwarts. I had just finished studying with Colin and I went to bed. I woke up here."
"Mr. Malfoy, can I speak to you downstairs please? Excuse us Mrs."
The men went out of the room. Ginny opened the box immeaditly. Her wand rested on green velvet inside. She pulled it out quickly.
Sliding out of bed, she walked quitely over to the door and opened it slowly. She heard them walking down the hall. She poked her head out but could not see them. She opened the door fully, and walked down the hall. Then stopped. The hall was lined with photographs. She stopped to look at one of the larger ones. She gasped and stepped back. It was of her and Draco. He was dancing with her. She looked slightly older than she remembered herself being. She was laughing in the picture, and looking at the camera. Draco, was looking at her and grinning. He looked happier than she could ever remember seeing him. She moved to the next one. It was of them again... their wedding day as far as she could tell. They were kissing. Ginny found herself smiling. The next one was of them with her family, although there were a lot of people in the picture whom she did not recognize. She moved down the hallway then stopped. It was a picture of her sitting in a window reading. She wasn't looking at the camera. Her belly was swollen. She was pregnate, and pretty far along too.
Ginny touched her stomach. She had had the child. She looked down. Maybe she did marry Malfoy... it felt right. She pulled off the ring that graced her finger. She looked at it closely. Words inscribed on the inside caught her eye. Her chin trembled as she read it.
"'Till the end. Forever with you.'" The voice startled her. She jumped slightly but did not turn around. Draco stood beside her. She continued to look at the ring. "The doctor says that you have amnesia. But you will remember things again if you surround yourself with things from your life."
She didn't answer. "We had a child." was all she could say. She looked over at him. He smiled slightly and nodded.
"Two actually."
She smiled, amused. "Really? Twins?"
"Yeah, two boys..."
"How old?
"Tthey are now seven months and four days old." He spoke like a father.
"Proud of them are we?"
"The proudest!"
She laughed slightly. Draco looked at her. It was like things were back to normal. She looked down and slipped the ring back on her finger. She looked into his eyes. He wanted to kiss her. But the look in her eyes told him that she was still doubting some things.
"Would you like to see them?"
A bit breathless she answered, "Oh my yes."
He walked down the hallway and opened a door across from the room that Ginny woke up in. He held the door open for her. Giving him a nervous glance, she entered. It was somewhat dark, but stars were sprinkled across the ceiling and twinkled at her merrily giving a bit of light. On one side of the room sat a rocking chair and a white love seat. A bookcase was overflowing with books stood on the wall next to them. On the other side stood two cradles, side by side. She walked slowly forward till she stood in front of them. Draco came and stood in the middle of the room, watching her.
The two sleeping forms that Ginny saw made her heart swell with pride. They were both wrapped up in matching green blankets. One had a thumb in his mouth.
"What did we name them?"
Draco shifted his wieght before he answered. "The one with the little mop of blond hair is Nathaniel William. The one with the slightly red hair is Charlie James." She could hear him smiling.
"They're handsome. They look like you." She glanced over her shoulder at him. He shifted his wieght again, and blushed, but she could tell he was pleased. She looked back down at her boys. She just looked. She didn't want to wake them.
She spoke after some time. "I'm tired."
Draco nodded even though she wasn't looking at him. She sniffled, and turned around and gave him a sad smile.
"Your family is downstairs. Do you want to see them now or later?"
"I guess I better go now." He nodded and started to leave, when she stopped him. "Malfoy... Draco. Before we go down would you--"
"Answer some questions about your life?" She raised her eyebrows at him. "Sure... I know you better than anybody."
He walked over to the rocking chair and sat down. She placed herself on the couch.
"What do you want to know?" he asked softly.
She was silent for a second, then, "How old am I?"
"25"
"How long have we..."
"Been married? Almost six years now."
"What changed between us? Why did we marry?"
Draco was silent for a little bit. "Do you want to hear the long version or the short?"
"Long... I think."
Draco started rocking the chair. "You were a year behind me at Hogwarts. I was supposed to become a death eater in my sixth year. To prove that I was worthy of becoming one, I had to kill Proffesor Dumbledore--"
"You what?" Ginny looked terrified.
"I didn't kill him though. Do you really think you could have married me if I had?"
"Good point." She calmed down. "So you didn't become a deatheater?"
"No. I couldn't kill him. I was right there ready to do it but I couldn't. Snape did."
Ginny didn't say anything. She was grieved to find out that the beloved proffesor was dead. She hated Snape for it.
"Snape did it to protect me. Dumbledore had asked him too. He was... a good man. Well, now that I had disobeyed the Dark Lord's commands I was to be killed, but Snape took me and hid me away. He saved my life. I was hidden for a year. Then the war started. I worked in the Order doing secret missions. That's where you and I really met eachother. You were the only one who forgave me right off for what I had done in my past. We became good friends. When I was eighteen Harry deafeted Voldemort. His followers either died or were put into Azkaban. We lost contact shortly after. A year later we met up again and went out for a year. I realized that you were the one that I wanted to spend my whole life with. I asked you to marry me, you said yes, I fainted."
Ginny laughed outloud for a second, then remembering that their were sleeping children in the room, she stopped.
"You're telling me, that you, Draco Malfoy, fainted when I said yes? That is too funny. I wish I could've been there to see--"
Draco looked pained suddenly. She stopped short, realizing what she had just said. Damn. She had been there to see it first hand and she couldn't even remember it. This irritated her. She felt sorry for him, Having someone to share things with and then one day her not remembering. That would be hard. Then again it was going hard on her too.
She spoke again, trying to sound cheerful, but coming short. "So I got married when I was nineteen. I'm proud of myself."
He looked at her with a confused look.
"Well," she continued. "Every girl, even ones with high hopes at marriage, have the thought in the back of their mind that they are going to end up old maids." She shrugged. He smiled slightly.
"So, what do I do? Do I have a job, or am I just a sit at home mom?"
"You work for the FOW. Federation of Wizards. You're and Agent. We both are actually. We're the best there is."
"What does an Agent do exactly?"
"It's like a Auror, only we get the bigger jobs. We have a larger range though. We travel all over the world sneaking around, while the Auror's job is just for his country. We are better trained then them."
"Oh..."
"You took three years of light duty though to take care of the kids. I put my request to do so in three days ago."
Again they plunged into silence.
They could here a commotion going on downstairs.
Draco stood. "Do you still want to go down?"
"Yeah..." Ginny was frowing at the carpet. He started walking towards the door. "Draco... one more thing."
He paused and looked at her. She looked into his face.
"What happened to me?"
He breathed deep, before answering. "You fell. Four days ago we were at your parents house for Fred and George's birthday bash. Your whole family was there. A game of Quidditch started and you were a seeker. We guess you spotted the snitch and went after it, then you tried doing a trick from your Hogwarts days and you fell. Like the doctor said, it's a miracle you're even alive from the height you dropped at."
Nodding, she stood up and together they left the room, and went downstairs. Well this is going to be intresting, thought Draco, and led her into a room, where peoples voices could be heard.
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