a/n: Aloha! Okay, I never know what I'm going to be writing in the next chapter of my stories, and the only time I write is when I suddenly do know! So, as I was driving in the car, I got this sudden stroke of (yeah, right more like idiocy) genius. Thoughts are in ** So, here goes nothing.
I've been sitting here.
Can't get off my mind.
Try my best to be a man and be strong.
I drove myself insane wishing I could touch your face.
But the truth remains you're gone,
You're gone.
- 'Gone' *N Sync
Six Years, Three Months, Eighteen Days Later….
"Draco! Come back here! I have to go to work and you have to go with Uncle Bill, I can't be late again!" a twenty-three year old red-haired woman yelled as she chased a giggling five year old around her tiny home. "Draco Malfoy Junior, come back here!
Upon catching the little boy, she whipped him around, prepared to scold him. Silvery blonde hair, gray eyes that could melt anyone's heart, and a smile that just reduced the heart to a puddle.
And it worked; the mother couldn't punish him when he looked at her like that. With a nervous grin placed firmly on his face. "Oh, alright." She sighed, and the little boy giggled and smiled. "Come, I must take you to Uncle Bill now. I'm almost late for work." The little blonde ran to the foyer to retrieve his winter coat and to put on his sneakers.
Ginny followed the boy gracefully, buttoning up the rest of her butter yellow three-quarter length shirt.
* Someday, I'm going to run out of energy. *
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After another day gone, she went with her tiny son to tuck him into bed. Just before bending down to kiss him goodnight, he asked, "Mummy, where's my daddy?"
"Draco, dear," she started in a sympathetic whisper, "we already went over this, he died fighting the bad man."
"Did he die before I was born?"
"Yes, he did." She answered, holding back tears.
"Did he even know about me?" he asked his eyes wide. She paused for a few seconds before answering.
"He knows, trust me on this one, he knows about you. And he loves you just like I do. He's in heaven, and everyday he's watching you. He's making sure that nothing will ever hurt you. He's helping us everyday, helping us make the right decisions, and making sure that we're happy. And he'll also watch over us and protect us, no matter what.
"Now, go to sleep, dear, it's getting late. I love you." She said as she bent over and kissed him on the forehead.
"Good night, Mummy." He yawned.
"Good night, Draco, sweet dreams." And she walked out the door, closing it gently behind her. She walked quietly into her room, undressed, and put on her pajamas. * I really must be living in the past, * she thought, as she slipped into them, * I'm still sleeping in his old boxers and t-shirt. *
She went around the house, checking to make sure all the doors and windows were locked, and then climbed into bed. Praying that her dreams would not wake her up in tears.
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She had fallen asleep fairly quickly. Well, more quickly than some other nights. She had been in her deep slumber for a few hours, when she was awoken by some banging sound. It took a few moments for her to get to full consciousness. She quickly ran to her son's room, and upon seeing that he was still safe and sound in his bed, made her way to see the source of the banging. She breathed a sigh of relief when realizing someone was at the front door. He thoughts consisted of 'who the hell is banging on the door at this time of night?' and 'don't they know what time it is?'.
She unlatched all of the locks on the door, before swinging it open. She could barely make out the figure, beneath the pouring sleet and rain. The bedraggled stranger raised his head, and stared intently at the woman. As she slowly recognized all his features, the (always to her) warm, gray eyes, silvery-blonde (now sopping wet) hair, and handsome distinctions, she found herself having great difficulty standing herself up.
"What…how…?" she stuttered. Yet the stranger didn't answer, instead he stepped over the threshold and pulled her into a kiss that she knew she would never forget. His hands were everywhere, her face, her hair, her arms. His tears, mingling with hers.
If she had any doubts before on whom this man actually was, they disappeared the moment his lips brushed hers. The way he managed to kiss her with force and still be gently could only be accomplished by him. Draco.
She broke away, desperate for answers. "What…how…?" she stuttered yet again, through a waterfall of tears.
"Prisoner…" he whimpered, "Kept me…Wanted you…Ginny…"
"Draco, is it really you?" she whispered, "God, I wanted you for so long, I thought you were dead and-"
"Mummy?" cut in a little boy's voice. Both adults turned their heads in the direction of the three foot seven boy standing in the corridor, stuffed bear being held by one tiny hand and falling loosely at the boy's side, with a confused look on his small face. His flannel pajamas covered his whole body minus his head, neck and hands, giving him the appearance of looking even younger than five.
Ginny took her arms off Draco and squatted down. "Come here, dear." He walked over to his mother, looking nervously at the strange man. She picked him up, cradled his head on her shoulder and stood up again.
"I'd like you to meet," She said, looking the man in the eyes, "your son."
He face turned from thrilled relief to total and utter confusion "What? How could….?" He stuttered.
"You mean you don't remember?" she asked him, I didn't think that was something that you'd forget." She said with a smirk.
"Draco, dear," she whispered, turning her expression toward her boy, "this your father." He lifted his head off his mother's shoulder, stared intently at his 'father' for a few minutes with a expression that showed he was attempting to shove a whole lot of information into his young brain capacity.
And then he smiled.
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a/n2: So, this was the last chapter, it's over! :( ::sobs:: See, now for all those people who begged me for a happy ending, your wish was granted!
Did you people actually think I would kill of Draco?!?
So, now there's Ginny, Draco, and the happy little boy! Maybe, if asked, I'll write a sequel. Ya know, with possibly Draco being accepted into the Weasly Household.
Nah, Draco and the Weasly's just don't mix. Except for our dear old Ginny, though.
Don't you all love Bill? Whatta great guy.
Well, well, it's over. Seems so long ago I wrote the first chapter, hoping that I would get a few good reviews. ::tear:: Who knew it would turn into a series? Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. But, please review this, did you like it? Love it? Hate it?
And, perhaps if enough people review and ask, I'll write a sequel series.
Thanks again!
-Phoebe
disclaimer: Ginny, Draco, all of the Weasly's and all HP characters and all HP settings and objects mentioned belong to JK Rowling. The personality of Draco Malfoy Jr. belongs to me. The plot belongs to me too. 'Gone' belongs to *N Sync.
I've been sitting here.
Can't get off my mind.
Try my best to be a man and be strong.
I drove myself insane wishing I could touch your face.
But the truth remains you're gone,
You're gone.
- 'Gone' *N Sync
Six Years, Three Months, Eighteen Days Later….
"Draco! Come back here! I have to go to work and you have to go with Uncle Bill, I can't be late again!" a twenty-three year old red-haired woman yelled as she chased a giggling five year old around her tiny home. "Draco Malfoy Junior, come back here!
Upon catching the little boy, she whipped him around, prepared to scold him. Silvery blonde hair, gray eyes that could melt anyone's heart, and a smile that just reduced the heart to a puddle.
And it worked; the mother couldn't punish him when he looked at her like that. With a nervous grin placed firmly on his face. "Oh, alright." She sighed, and the little boy giggled and smiled. "Come, I must take you to Uncle Bill now. I'm almost late for work." The little blonde ran to the foyer to retrieve his winter coat and to put on his sneakers.
Ginny followed the boy gracefully, buttoning up the rest of her butter yellow three-quarter length shirt.
* Someday, I'm going to run out of energy. *
* ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ;
After another day gone, she went with her tiny son to tuck him into bed. Just before bending down to kiss him goodnight, he asked, "Mummy, where's my daddy?"
"Draco, dear," she started in a sympathetic whisper, "we already went over this, he died fighting the bad man."
"Did he die before I was born?"
"Yes, he did." She answered, holding back tears.
"Did he even know about me?" he asked his eyes wide. She paused for a few seconds before answering.
"He knows, trust me on this one, he knows about you. And he loves you just like I do. He's in heaven, and everyday he's watching you. He's making sure that nothing will ever hurt you. He's helping us everyday, helping us make the right decisions, and making sure that we're happy. And he'll also watch over us and protect us, no matter what.
"Now, go to sleep, dear, it's getting late. I love you." She said as she bent over and kissed him on the forehead.
"Good night, Mummy." He yawned.
"Good night, Draco, sweet dreams." And she walked out the door, closing it gently behind her. She walked quietly into her room, undressed, and put on her pajamas. * I really must be living in the past, * she thought, as she slipped into them, * I'm still sleeping in his old boxers and t-shirt. *
She went around the house, checking to make sure all the doors and windows were locked, and then climbed into bed. Praying that her dreams would not wake her up in tears.
* ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ; * ;
She had fallen asleep fairly quickly. Well, more quickly than some other nights. She had been in her deep slumber for a few hours, when she was awoken by some banging sound. It took a few moments for her to get to full consciousness. She quickly ran to her son's room, and upon seeing that he was still safe and sound in his bed, made her way to see the source of the banging. She breathed a sigh of relief when realizing someone was at the front door. He thoughts consisted of 'who the hell is banging on the door at this time of night?' and 'don't they know what time it is?'.
She unlatched all of the locks on the door, before swinging it open. She could barely make out the figure, beneath the pouring sleet and rain. The bedraggled stranger raised his head, and stared intently at the woman. As she slowly recognized all his features, the (always to her) warm, gray eyes, silvery-blonde (now sopping wet) hair, and handsome distinctions, she found herself having great difficulty standing herself up.
"What…how…?" she stuttered. Yet the stranger didn't answer, instead he stepped over the threshold and pulled her into a kiss that she knew she would never forget. His hands were everywhere, her face, her hair, her arms. His tears, mingling with hers.
If she had any doubts before on whom this man actually was, they disappeared the moment his lips brushed hers. The way he managed to kiss her with force and still be gently could only be accomplished by him. Draco.
She broke away, desperate for answers. "What…how…?" she stuttered yet again, through a waterfall of tears.
"Prisoner…" he whimpered, "Kept me…Wanted you…Ginny…"
"Draco, is it really you?" she whispered, "God, I wanted you for so long, I thought you were dead and-"
"Mummy?" cut in a little boy's voice. Both adults turned their heads in the direction of the three foot seven boy standing in the corridor, stuffed bear being held by one tiny hand and falling loosely at the boy's side, with a confused look on his small face. His flannel pajamas covered his whole body minus his head, neck and hands, giving him the appearance of looking even younger than five.
Ginny took her arms off Draco and squatted down. "Come here, dear." He walked over to his mother, looking nervously at the strange man. She picked him up, cradled his head on her shoulder and stood up again.
"I'd like you to meet," She said, looking the man in the eyes, "your son."
He face turned from thrilled relief to total and utter confusion "What? How could….?" He stuttered.
"You mean you don't remember?" she asked him, I didn't think that was something that you'd forget." She said with a smirk.
"Draco, dear," she whispered, turning her expression toward her boy, "this your father." He lifted his head off his mother's shoulder, stared intently at his 'father' for a few minutes with a expression that showed he was attempting to shove a whole lot of information into his young brain capacity.
And then he smiled.
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a/n2: So, this was the last chapter, it's over! :( ::sobs:: See, now for all those people who begged me for a happy ending, your wish was granted!
Did you people actually think I would kill of Draco?!?
So, now there's Ginny, Draco, and the happy little boy! Maybe, if asked, I'll write a sequel. Ya know, with possibly Draco being accepted into the Weasly Household.
Nah, Draco and the Weasly's just don't mix. Except for our dear old Ginny, though.
Don't you all love Bill? Whatta great guy.
Well, well, it's over. Seems so long ago I wrote the first chapter, hoping that I would get a few good reviews. ::tear:: Who knew it would turn into a series? Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. But, please review this, did you like it? Love it? Hate it?
And, perhaps if enough people review and ask, I'll write a sequel series.
Thanks again!
-Phoebe
disclaimer: Ginny, Draco, all of the Weasly's and all HP characters and all HP settings and objects mentioned belong to JK Rowling. The personality of Draco Malfoy Jr. belongs to me. The plot belongs to me too. 'Gone' belongs to *N Sync.