Title: Separate Paths

Summary: Harry dumped Ginny back in 6th year. Now, 6 years later, Ginny is married to Draco Malfoy and she hates her life. Voldemort is dead but there is dark stuff going around. Recently, she has been thinking a lot about Harry. Alternate chapters, Ginny then Harry etc.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.

'Author's Notes: Why I am writing this I don't know but I thought it would be an interesting development. Please read and review! Only because you're all my bestest friends!

Chapter Three: Ginny's Payback

As Ginny heard Draco slam the front door shut, she quickly shoved Harry's letter under the washing machine after a quick Wingardium Leviosa spell. The washing machine floated to the ground with ease moments before Draco entered the room, Reuben already perched on his shoulders.

"Good day at work?" Ginny asked cautiously. She never mentioned the formal name of Draco's work, always left it as "work".

Draco made a noise in the back of his throat and sat at the small wooden table that sat in the kitchen, indicating that he wanted his dinner, there and then.

"Erin, dinnertime!" Ginny called enthusiastically. With hearing the happiness in her tone, Draco growled again and stared angrily at Erin as she bound contentedly into the kitchen. In seeing her father, she coward against the wall and a soft whimper escaped her. She panicked and ran behind Ginny, shaking. Draco waved a hand and had that I-can't-be-bothered-with-that-little-brat look on his face. Ginny nearly cried for her delicate little girl as she grasped on the back of her trousers for safety.

"Now, Erin, what would you like for dinner tonight, eh darling?" Ginny instinctively asked Erin first, after spotting the way Reuben and Draco were glaring at her. Erin murmured about not really being hungry and tried to escape the kitchen before Ginny swooped her into a tight embrace and softly whispered a soothing lullaby that her mum had often told her when she was unwell or hurt.

Blue white pink and red

Colours swirling in your head

Sleep pretty baby and do not cry

And listen to my lullaby

Erin rested her head on her mother's soft hair and giggled as it tickled her nose. Draco coughed loudly, hinting to Ginny that he wanted his dinner and that he did not appreciate coming second to a girl. This failed to sway Ginny as she continued to tickle Erin and play with her.

"Come on Erin, what you really like your mummy to cook you for you dinner today? What about some mashed potatoes and cheese? Okay? I'll cook you that because you've been such a good girl for me today." Ginny smiled at Erin and Erin smiled back. Not her normal, nervous smile, a genuine happy smile. This made Ginny feel warm inside. Ginny, for the first time since the twins were born, was happy.

"Ginny! Dinner!" Draco ordered. This was too much for Ginny to resist. Draco could not stand A) being called darling and B) Ginny being happy. Ginny found a way to put both of these into a sentence.

"Sorry darling, I was just having a fun girl play with Erin," Ginny giggled, trying to make it sound natural, as if it was Erin who made her laugh. Ginny regretted this as Draco stood up sharp, upturning the table as he went. Erin turned to run out of the room but Draco grabbed her by the ends of her hair, throwing her straight into his evil grasp.

"Draco no, let go of her! You're hurting her!" Ginny screeched, failing to pull him off of poor Erin, who was now crying, trying to pull her hair out of her father's grasp. Reuben saw this as an opportunity and began to kick Erin in the back. At one point, he had walked round to her front and began punching her in the stomach. Draco's eyes turned an evil red as Erin whimpered in pain, tears still streaming down her face. This grew too much for Ginny and she grabbed Draco by the scruff of his shirt and threw him backwards, causing him to stumble over one of the table legs and knocking himself out on the edge of the washing machine. Seeing blood seep through the white hair on her husband's head, Ginny scooped Reuben under one arm and went to pick Erin up before Reuben stiffened and refused to be carried whilst Erin was also being held. Ginny had had enough of this forced sibling rivalry and gently shook Reuben whilst holding him up by the shoulders.

"I have had enough of this stupid crap about you not being allowed to have contact with Erin. She's your sister for crying out loud! Scrap what you father says, I'm your mother and you're to listen to me as well!" Ginny tried to stay calm but failed. She hastily placed Reuben on the floor (purposely) right next to Erin and told them to go and grab a bag with lots of clothes and toys in it and to come into her room. The twins grew worried as Draco would hit either of the twins if he ever caught them in his room.

"Forget everything daddy's ever said to you. I'm talking to you now, go!" he ushered the twins into their room whilst she waved her wand, sending clothes and special possessions into a large black bag. "Harry, I hope you're okay with this, please help us Harry, we need you, we all do." Ginny whispered to herself. She mentally read the letter Harry had sent him. What colour was his fireplace? Pink? No. blue? No. Red? That was it. It was a red fireplace. Ginny just hoped that Harry would know what to do.

Several tense moments later, the twins emerged into the threshold of Ginny and Draco's room, each carrying a large bag full of their tiny things. Now, as two year olds, they had not grasped the subject of 'only pack as much as you can carry' so they ended up dragging their bags to the fireplace and Ginny holding all of them. She placed the twins in her arms, one on each hip, all three bags in one hand and a large amount of floo powder in the other.

As she threw it into the fire, she yelled "Godric's hollow!" as they zoomed off.

In the Malfoy's kitchen, Draco had come to, sensing an emptiness. He placed his hand on the kitchen floor to assist himself up and came across a piece of parchment.

"Potter. They've gone to Potter's place." He said to an empty house.