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Well unfortunately, I do not own any part of this story that you recognise. However, If you don't it is completely and utterly mine.

Possibly.

Flashbacks

Draco walked over and took his son from her arms, " You would have thought Potter would have noticed that William was my son by now?" The little boy squealed in delight and placed his chubby little fingers around his Dad's nose.

She chuckled and followed him over to the sofa bringing Thomas with her. Her voice and face have changed. She is relaxed her, This is her home. "If I'm honest I don't think that Harry has even noticed that I have a three year son despite the fact we haven't slept together in eight years. We don't even share the same room."

"I always told you he was an idiot." He turned to the boy he considered as his own. "Matthew, you know how you had your birthday party here last week?" The black- haired boy nodded violently. "Well I think you left some presents upstairs in your room. If you go quick I bet there might be some chocolate frogs up there as well." They watched as Matthew's face broke out into a broad smile before he ran out of the lounge and upstairs, Ginny sighed and turned to the man who's face was being mauled by the toddler in his arms. "Why didn't I marry you first?"

He spoke as carefully as he could, despite the red-headed boy pulling at this mouth. "Because you have a thing for knights in shining armour."

Ginny snorted "That is not true. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself."

Draco put William down on to the floor. "And that's why you let Potter hit you is it?"

Ginny looked at him, hurt obvious in her eyes. "That was low, Draco." and looked down at her hands folded in her lap. "It was only one time." Draco moved from his chair to the sofa, placing on of his hands of hers. "Sorry. It may have only been one time Ginevra, but it was enough for me to notice it."

Flashback.

A heavily pregnant Ginevra Potter sat staring at the door. Her husband hadn't returned in over forty-eight hours, she was past worry now. Now she had reached anger. When she heard the tell-tale crack of his arrival and the sound of the key in the lock, she stood and moved to sit on the stairs, so he was the first thing he saw when he entered their house.

"I'm not in the mood, right now, Gin. Just leave it alright."

"No, Harry. I won't just leave it! You have been there again haven't you. Harry there is no way you can track the residue of the killing curse nearly seven mouths after it was cast."

Harry gritted his teeth and stormed into the kitchen, Ginny pulled herself off the step with some difficulty.

"Why are you so obsessed with finding out who killed them any way? All the death eaters were rounded up and thrown in Azkaban after Voldemort was killed. There's nothing more you can do." She called after him.

"You don't understand this isn't about putting them in prison. This is about revenge. This is about making them feel pain. Azkaban is too good for their murderous scum of the earth arses."

He fumbled about in the cupboard, looking for the fire whiskey. Once he found it, he moved toward the dining table, and started unscrewing the cap. He took a long swig from the bottle, before slamming it down on the table. When he looked up, he saw his wife waddling in through the doorway, obviously hindered by her pregnancy. He just rolled his eyes at her. She starting talking and he took another swig from the bottle, just as the clock chimed ten in the morning.


"Do you honestly think this is the best way to go about honouring their memory? Do you believe that Ron and Hermione would be please with your behaviour?"

"They are my family. Don't you think I need some closure? Don't you think they deserve justice? Don't you think they deserve respect?"

"Yeah Harry I do. But I also think that you should focus on your real family. You know, Me, your wife and what about your unborn child? Don't you think we deserve a husband and a father? Don't we deserve respect?"

Harry looked down and Ginny walked so she was standing right in front of him.

"Its not the same." He spoke quietly. Ginny knew she should stop, but she was furious with him. She was carrying his child who was due any day now and he still thought it was ok to go missing for days at a time.

"You're right Harry its not the same. You're not the same." Her voice had dropped to the same volume as his own. She turned away from him. His voice increased with his next words.

"So, have you. You don't care that you brother and sister-in-law were murdered. You're not the same girl that I married."

She turned on her heel and looked her husband straight in the eye.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY I DON'T CARE." Her voice was dangerous, she seemed almost to be hissing instead. "Just because I don't follow you around like a lost puppy and hang on your every word doesn't mean, I have changed. I care about my family more than anything else in this world. Maybe you should too. The living ones I mean not those who are dead. Those you should just get over."

The sound of his fist colliding with her face echoed more than it probably should have and the only reason she didn't fall to the floor was because she managed the cling on to the table.

She stood staring at him, her hand holding his face. She was waiting for the moment when he would gather her up in his arms and apologise repeatedly, swearing that it was an accident and that his temper got the better of him. Promising it would never happen again and that he would be a better husband now and that he will be the best father his world has ever seen. It never came. He just picked up the bottle of fire whiskey and walked into the living room.

Ginny stared at his retreating back, she could feel a bruise already starting to form. Protectively she wrapped her arm around her extended womb. She had to get out of this house, the Burrow wasn't an option, she really couldn't deal with her mother's questions right now. She couldn't apparate, and they lived miles from any wizarding village, not that she would want to go there anyway, she would be all over the front pages tomorrow morning. Instead she chose to walk into the muggle village.

Grabbing her wand, she performed a few cosmetic charms on the bruise she had recently acquired. She left the house with a slam of the door, just to alert husband that she had left. Only when she was halfway down the road did she realise that he probably didn't care.

Ginevra walked into the bookshop, giving a nod of acknowledgement and a smile to the elderly lady behind the counter who called out a "Good morning Mrs Potter"), and headed straight toward the back of the shop where a small coffee shop was situated. She placed her order with an acne-ridden teenager boy and sat in a secluded corner, selecting a magazine to read whilst she waited for her coffee.

She was disturbed from her reading, by a tall, blonde haired man, with surprisingly familiar grey eyes. It wasn't until he spoke that she was sure of his identity.

"Weasley." The mocking voice drawled.

"Actually, I go by Potter now, Malfoy. Is that my coffee? Thanks." She took the coffee from his hands, took a sip and picked up the magazine. He didn't seem to get the hint however and just stood there smirking at her.

"What?" She asked, irritably. She had come out here to relax,calm down and now she was being bothered by Draco Malfoy.

"I don't work here." Amusement tinged his voice.

She exhaled and looked at him as he settled himself in the chair opposite her, a smirk still playing upon his lips.

"And that bothers me why?"

"You took my coffee, Weasley." Draco watched as embarrassment crossed her features and her eyes went wide as she looked between Draco and the coffee cup set in front of her. She mumbled an apology and called a waiter over to order him another one. As she turned her head to scan the room for the teenager, he saw the darkened skin on her cheek.

"Jeez Weasley did Potter hit you or something?"

He took her silence as an admittance, silently she cursed herself for forgetting that her charms only lasted half hour on facial bruises. He reached across the table to inspect her face. She pulled away sharply, not making eye contact. He stood and instructed her to do the same.

"I'm sorry, why would you need me to stand?" She questioned him with both her eyes and tone of voice.

"Because, Ginevra after growing up with my mother being subjected to domestic abuse, I have learnt how to deal with injuries such as the one you have upon you face. I need you to stand up so I can walk you to the Knight bus and take you back to my residence, where I can perform the necessary charms and register you with the correct potions. I would apparate you but as you are quite obviously in the 'family way' I hardly think that would be appropriate."

"I'm not a victim of domestic violence." She protested.

He scoffed at her "Obviously."

She watched him for a few moments before grabbing her handbag and following him out mumbling about how she never got her damn coffee.

End flashback.

"Who would have thought Ginevra Weasley would end up running to Draco Malfoy every time her husband became too much for her to handle?" Ginny chuckled, and snuggled into Draco chest, forcing to lean against the arm rest of the sofa. "Who would have thought Harry Potter would end up being an abusive husband?" she added quietly.

Draco dropped a soft kiss to her forehead, wrapping his arms around her. "Not me, Ginevra. Not me."

A/N: Wow-this is the longest chapter I had ever submitted. I wrote this in place of my English coursework, which is due in on Tuesday. whoops! But now onto the actual

A/N: Quick question if you live in good ol' England like me. Who else has noticed all the coffee shops in the back of bookstores at the moment??? Also for all those who weren't sure a handbag is know as a purse I believe across the pond.

I may leave this as the final chapter. I would like your opinion on that matter as always and any feedback you have on this chapter. Domestic Abuse is a serious issue and I hope I have handled it sensitively enough.

Reviews welcome-in fact they are strongly encouraged :)