"Draco Malfoy!" A lean man with a shock of white blonde hair turned his pointed face to the doorway and there he saw the source of the noise, standing there looking very unimpressed, her doe brown eyes flashing darkly was Ginny. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Nothing…" Draco said innocently, but only received a scowl in return.

"Isabelle Joley Malfoy, what are you and your father up to?" Ginny asked her daughter, Isabelle turned around and Ginny was hit with the full force of her ten year old daughter's puppy dog eyes, shining beautiful silver blue.

"Daddy said we could make some cookies. Are you mad at me mummy?" Isabelle asked, for a second she had won, but Ginny shook it off quickly.

"Baking cookies, or turning each other into dough monsters?" Ginny asked sternly, as she looked at her daughter and her dad, both of them were covered head to toe in cookie dough.

"A bit of both," Draco admitted finally, realising that he and Isabelle had lost.

"MUMMY!" another voice yelled from another room, Ginny sighed and walked swiftly away from the kitchen.

"What is it Lucas?" Ginny asked her six year old son, he was hard to miss with his brilliant red hair.

"I can't find my quaffle." Lucas stated and Ginny laughed.

"Have you looked behind you?" Ginny asked her son softly, he shook his head, sending red curls flying, his silvery eyes sparkling. "Well look behind you as I clean up your sister."

"Hmm, Mrs Malfoy, why don't you leave the kids to it for a little while?" Draco asked, coming up behind Ginny and kissing her neck.

"Because if I don't get Isabelle clean soon, the dough is doing to dry out, and then I may end up getting her ready for much longer." Ginny explained laughing as she pulled away from her husband of nine years.

Yes, they had married.

Ginny Weasley was now Ginny Malfoy; they had two beautiful children, Isabelle and Lucas. And even though the relationship started off differently then the 'norm', never had anyone seen a couple more dedicated to each other then these two.

So close to never being, Ginny had been so determined to keep him out of her life, but now, a life with without Draco seemed impossible. A life where she raised Isabelle and Lucas without their father seemed terrifying and heartbreaking.

And that year that Draco sat around thinking Ginny had rejected him was the most painful he had ever suffered through, Ginny, Isabelle and Lucas were his life.

They had been together since the birth of their daughter, and would be forever.

"Alone at last," Draco mumbled, kissing his wife tenderly, some hours later as they relaxed in the bedroom.

"Actually, not exactly," Ginny whispered, a smile forming on her face. Draco pulled back, a look of confusion of his face.

"What do you mean?" He asked her slowly. "The kids are in bed, mum is still in France, and your family hate staying here, so unless you're hiding something from me." He looked at the grin on her face. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"I'm not hiding anything from you, but I haven't told you everything," Ginny said teasingly, wondering how long it would take him to get it. Draco looked at her even more confused. Ginny laughed.

"What, I really don't get it?" Draco said, scratching the back on his head and looking a little helpless.

"You are so slow!" Ginny laughed, kissing her husband, she took his hand in her own and rested it on her stomach.

"We're having another baby."