Well it is kind of a short chapter but I think it's worth it. Lol
ENJOY
(p.s. I'm going on vacation tomorrow so I won't be able to update for a while but I promise when I do, on Tuesday, they all will be nice fat chapters)
jk rowling owns it all
Draco was still awake.
At two thirty in the morning, he had been up all night watching the bright muggle invention that he learned was called a 'telly' or 'television' from his next door neighbor who had loaned it to him after finding out he didn't have one.
"No, please, I wouldn't know what to do with it. It's fine that I don't have one," Draco had said his hands held up in protest.
The man from 707 looked shocked. "Don' have a telly an' you don' know how ta use one? Jayzus man, where have ye been for the past two decades?"
Draco didn't know what Jayzus was but had finally nodded. "Alright, bring it in."
"Yeah," the man had said happily with the first smile Draco had seen in a long while. But then again, his Projection was never bad in the mornings. The man from room 707, or Brian as he told Draco jovially as he was setting up the box, was rather a tiny man but he somehow managed to wrestle the huge screen into Draco's tiny flat and set it up in the corner across from the bed.
"There ye go," Brian said happily, straightening up and holding a small flat black rectangle. "Do ye know what a wand is?"
Draco cocked his head to the side. "A wand?" he asked, scoffing.
Brian looked embarrassed. "Well, not a wand exactly, no, but that's what it's called sometimes, ah never mind. This is a remote an' it works the telly." The man hit at large button at the top of the device and the box made a sound.
Draco tried not to jump back when a giant man's face appeared on the screen. "Well don't keep him waiting," the man said to a woman with dark hair. Draco was fascinated; it was just like a magical photograph, but with sound. And apparently a story.
"Ah!" said Brain, clapping Draco on the back. "My daughter's favorite show. I tink this is the first one of the series too, what luck for ye, eh?"
Draco nodded, unsure of what do to. Brian explained the rest of the buttons to him and had left him to enjoy the program in peace, but, Draco thought to himself lying on the bed unable to sleep at two thirty in the morning, he created a monster.
Apparently he was watching something called a 'marathon' of something called 'Torchwood'. What the show had to do with burnt wood Draco had yet to find out, but he liked it anyway as evidenced by his attention to the screen.
He hadn't wanted to get obsessed with the show, but he just hadn't been able to go to sleep so he decided to watch it regardless of the consequences.
At first he had felt dirty, watching muggle television, but after one episode with cannibals Draco admitted to himself that watching it was fun. The first fun he'd had in a while, actually. But he still found he couldn't sleep and wasn't the least bit tired, and if that had anything to do with the telly, he didn't really care.
His arms were bent behind his head and his hands supported his neck as he peered down the length of the room to better see the box. It was the last episode of the first season apparently, whatever that meant, and Draco knew his mouth hung slightly open.
At three o'clock in the morning, the show ended and the cycle began again, starting with the first episode Draco had started with the previous day. Pissed that it was over and annoyed that he didn't know where Captain Jack was, Draco stood up and turned off the set using the 'remote' that Brian had given him.
"Wand," Draco scoffed quietly, looking at the flimsy plastic thing he held in his hands. It wasn't even close to a wand but it felt good in his hands. "Wand," he said again, this time without scornful humor.
He missed the feeling of his wand in his hand. Ever since…it hadn't even been that long since he used it, only about a week. But, locking in hi trunk at the foot of his bed, Draco felt disconnected from it, like part of him was missing. It was a smaller part than what was missing from his heart, but it still made him feel off.
The twenty five year old blonde threw the remote down and crossed over to the open window. He sighed and placed a hand high on the window sill and leaned against his arm letting the cool night air wrap around his naked torso. Looking out into the purple night Draco's eyes lingered on the twinkling lights in the distance on the horizon.
With each wink of the cities lights Draco was reminded of the lights in his son's eyes, his bright blue eyes. When he saw them last, they were still baby blue from the womb, they hadn't changed yet and Draco had hoped they never would.
The first time Draco had looked in those eyes, it when they opened slowly, cautiously, as if testing out the new world outside the womb before arriving at a conclusion. Draco had smiled, watching his son look at him and he felt his heart pound. With those bright blue eyes with something that sparkled behind them.
Two lights in the distance blinked twice and then went out. Just like that time... Draco's hand slipped on the windowsill and he banged his head. That's what he attributed the tears to; just to the pain of a head ache.
St. Mungo's decided to let Ginny go the next day after a note from Healer Obra. Harry helped her back into their house, one step at a time.
"Here you are, honey," Harry said gently helping her onto the couch. Kissing her on the forehead, he spoke again. "I have to go to work, Pea, just to do some papers, I'll be back early though so don't worry."
Ginny smiled without letting the gesture reach her eyes.
"Will you be okay?" Harry asked, placing her bag down near the couch, where she could reach it.
Ginny tried not to roll her eyes. "I'm not that delicate, Harry," she said, leaning back on the couch.
"Well yes, but I-"
"I'll be fine," Ginny interrupted. "Don't worry, just go to work." And do nothing, she added bitterly to herself.
Harry smiled. "Alright, I'll be back home to make you lunch." He left.
The ticking of the clock wasn't in time with the rhythm of Ginny's heart and it bothered her. Thinking of only what Healer Obra hadn't said, the red-head just got madder and madder.
Finally, needing something to distract herself, she flung a hand in her overnight back and rummaged around for a book. What she came up with was entirely different; her file from the hospital. Complete with Healer Obra's hotel information.
Ginny sat up and smirked.
Ginny rammed on the door, making it shake on its hangers. "Obra!" Ginny shouted, not bothering to use the respectful prefix to the woman's name. "Open your door!" Ginny had expected to have to bang on the door for a long time, so she was shocked when the healer opened the door after the second round of hammering.
"Yes, Ginevra, I thought you'd be by," the witch said in her comforting voice, although her gaze was troubled. "Please, come in." Ginny followed the woman inside her hotel room to the living space where she sat down on the edge of her chair, ready to jump up again.
"Tea? Coffee?" The healer offered politely.
Ginny ignored her. "Obra I want you to tell me what you found out in the hospital and wouldn't say."
The woman sighed and sunk down into a chair opposite Ginny's. "I want to apologize for my behavior in the hospital, but with you and your husband together…" she trailed off.
"What?" Ginny said, startled. "What does Harry have to do with this? I'm the one who miscarried."
Healer Obra shook her head. "It was just because he was in the room."
"That's why you couldn't say anything?" Ginny was doubtful. "Well he's not here now, so go ahead."
Suddenly the witch rose from her chair and crossed the room stopping in front of Ginny and kneeling to the ground. Placing her hands on Ginny's knees the healer looked up into her eyes. "Please, Ginevra, please whatever you do with this information, do not blame your husband or yourself. You are much too good of people to be burdened by this."
Ginny's eyes were wide in shock.
"Please!" The woman pleaded again. "You do not want to have this on your shoulders, I promise you that."
Ginny looked down at the witch and saw that she was telling the truth. She set her jaw. "I don't care. I command you to tell me or my husband will have your license."
Healer Obra's shoulders sank. "Fine, you understand the consequence of hearing this don't you?"
Ginny nodded.
The Brazilian woman closed her dark eyes and breathed deeply, as if for strength. "Very well," Her eyes fluttered open. "Have you ever considered that your husband is not your soul mate?"
No shit Sherlock, Harry blows