Draco took a step toward Ginny. His Ginny. It was the first time he had seen her in two years, and she looked better than ever. She had gained wonderful curves, and up close, her face had more freckles than it used to; but that was okay. Ginny was the only person in the world upon whom freckles looked good.
"Gin? Is it....how have you been?"
"Good, very good. Er, would you like to...sit down?" Ginny motioned toward the chairs by the coffee table. When Draco had sat down, she twisted her hands nervously.
"Ginny. Sit down." She sighed, then nervously sat down in the chair opposite him. Draco tried to make eye contact with her, but her cinnamon eyes avoided his silvery ones.
"Gin," Draco sighed, "please look at me."
Ginny shook her head. "I can't. Not after what you did to me."
"What do you mean? I didn't do--"
"What do I mean? I mean when you broke my bloody heart!" Ginny exploded, standing up. "You left me the night before I graduated. You took my innocence, then you left. How dare you come back here, trying to pick up the pieces!" Draco hung his head.
"I'm sorry, Gin, I'm so sorry. I just...I don't know. Needed you? Wanted to be near you? I would have never--" Draco's apology was interrupted by a cry. Ginny walked over to the curtained part of her room and pushed the light pink curtain aside. She bent over, and it was then that Draco saw a crib. A crib? Ginny straightened up, and started bouncing on the balls of her feet. The cries subsided, and then stopped. Ginny finally turned around.
"You have a baby?"

Ginny sighed slowly. "This is Remi." She turned the child in her arms so the young toddler could look at Draco. Her eyes were closed, and her tiny fist was in her mouth.
"She has your hair," Draco said admiringly, gazing at the curly, wild mound of scarlet hair on the head of the child. At the sound of Draco's voice, the toddler opened her eyes slowly. Draco gasped.
"And your eyes," Ginny said quietly, staring at Draco to see his reaction. His face changed from astounded to slightly shocked to confusion. He was trying to find the words when Ginny answered his question.
"Yes, she's yours." Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and then smiled broadly.
"How old is she?"
"She was thirteen months this Tuesday."
"So, that means..." Draco trailed off.
"She was conceived the night you left." Draco closed his eyes to avoid the look of pain that crossed Ginny's face.
"Can I...can I hold her?" Draco asked quietly. Ginny bit her lip, then nodded slowly, and handed the sleepy Remi over to Draco. A look of pure amazement crossed his face as he looked into the eyes of his baby. His baby. Her front teeth were small and white, and her heavy eyelids drooped over her light grey eyes. She had Draco's nose, and his thick eyelashes.
"She's...beautiful. Wow." Draco looked at Ginny. Her eyes were welling up with tears.
"She's never known her daddy, just her uncles and grandpa and such," Ginny whispered, gazing at the father and daughter before her. Draco nodded slowly, bouncing the toddler in his arms slightly. Her eyelids started to droop, and before long she was asleep, her head resting against Draco's shoulder. Draco slowly moved to a chair, and sat down on it gently, not wanting to wake the sleeping toddler. He shifted his arms, allowing Remi to sleep with her head pressed against the crook of his elbow. Ginny was quietly bustling around the small kitchen, located next to Remi's crib. The red-haired witch came over to the other chair and sat down, balancing her cup of tea on a knee.
"So, where have you two been living, then?" Draco asked quietly. Ginny took a sip of tea.
"Mostly in Paris; she stays with a nanny while I perform. That's where I learned my French. But for a while, in the beginning, we stayed at my mum and dad's house. Try getting a baby to sleep while living there," Ginny added sarcastically. Draco nodded, understanding; he had heard rumors of the chaotic Weasley household. There was an uncomfortable silence. Ginny broke it first.
"Where do we go from here? Do you want to get back together, or stay apart? Do you want, er, anything to do with Remi?" Draco was quiet for a moment.
"I want to get back together, if you can forgive me. I want," he took a breath, "I want to have everything to do with Remi. And with you," he added. Ginny nodded slowly.
"I do forgive you. I just...we need to take it slowly. I want this as much as you do, believe me. But I can't go through that hurt again. I can't keep being a single mum. I need you, and Remi needs you. She needs a daddy in her life. Uncles and Grandpa don't work as well," she added with a smile.
"Okay. So we take it slowly. But I just need to know something. Can you answer me honestly?" There was a pleading look in Draco's eyes that tugged at Ginny's heart.
"Yes, I'll answer you honestly."
"Do you still love me?" Ginny bit her lip, then rolled her eyes.
"How can I not? I have half of you with me at all times. Every time she opens her eyes, I love her and I love you a bit more." Draco smiled, and in that smile Ginny remembered why she had fallen in love with him in the first place.
"I love you, too." Ginny placed her cup of tea on the coffee table, and walked the short distance to Draco's chair. She perched on the arm of the chair, and leaned over toward Draco. Her eyes searched his, and in the depth of those silver orbs she saw their future. She smiled, and leaned closer. Their lips met, and the fireworks that had always been there exploded, brighter and more beautiful than ever.