Ginny and Draco

Part I

By

* Aurora Wyvern*

 

Part III

Started Writing: Sunday, December 09, 2001

Finished Writing: Saturday, December 15, 2001

A/N Finally I'm done! Does a little happy dance while shout yahoo! Thanks for people who had patience to wait for the story. Enjoy it and sorry since its going to be sort of short. Grace doesn't belong to me but belongs to a talented writer named Annie Rickman. Check her out in stories Secrets, Deceptions and Lies, and a sequel called Lie's just lie's. I promise that next year I'll try to write a longer part. Thanks for reviewing and to assure you, I started creating a character list where mine characters, (ones that I own,) are listed. Don't know when it's going to be finished though. The reason its short is because I was kind of rushed and wanted to finish the story. This so far will be the last part I'll write. Happy holidays to everyone and enjoy them while they last! That's all. Oh yeah, neither characters here belong to me, but belong to J.K. Rowling and I only own the idea and the plot.

11/01/2000

Journal…

Strangely enough, I visited Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban. Nearby, there were standing dozens of dementors that I almost changed my mind. He was looking smug at me and not mad at all like other guards. "Lucius," I whispered. He looked up at me and sneered. I was instantly reminded how he almost got me killed during my first year.

"Ah, it's the Weasley, came here to ask for money to pay for your house?"

"Stop insulting me!" I shouted. I felt myself drained of all the happy thoughts and felt as if life was worthless.

"What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "Why are you always mistreating Draco?"

"Ah, that little worthless piece of scum bucket," Lucius, said. He chuckled evilly. "Always worthless, and is very horrible, you have to understand that." Even in a place where he isn't allowed a comb or a mirror or anything, Lucius still managed to look like Draco; smooth blonde hair and storm gray eyes. He looked very immaculate.

"I don't. Enlighten me."

Lucius bit his lip and his skin, that was snow pale, grew even paler if anyone could imagine it. "Why should I tell you anything? Go away."

Angrily I left Azkaban.

Several hours later, I was sitting with Draco. I told him about my visit to his father. "Why did you do it?" He demanded gently. I took a breath and slowly exhaled.

"I don't know, I just felt sorry for him. Your mother is dead, you hate him, and you get to feel sorry for him."

 "He's not your father Ginny. He hates both of us. Me for being myself, you for being a Weasley."

"Are you like he?"

Draco shook his head. "I never was, or would be."

"Would you tell me more about Grace or Pansy?" I could see that the question took him by surprise. Obviously he wasn't expecting it.

"Why do you want to know about them?"

I titled my head up and looked up into his angry storm gray eyes. "You used to date them, you hate them."

"Not hate, Ginny. I used to be married to Pansy."

"Why?" I asked him.

"My father forced me to marry her. After he was taken to Azkaban, Pansy told me she was a lesbian and went off. That's about it."

"That must've hurt,"

Draco didn't say anything. When I turned back, I saw that he fell asleep and was snoring gently. I tried to get out from his arms so then I could get to sleep since it was night. I managed to do it, got an extra blanket for Draco and went off to go to sleep.

Ginny Weasley Potter

11/16/2000

Journal…

Since I'm seven months pregnant, I have decided to stay at home for the remaining two months. Draco volunteered to move in, but I tried to assure him that it wasn't necessary. He did it anyway and we quickly unpacked boxes and removed Harry's memories and mine. He's probably married to Cho Chang right now and they're both making love or something like that right about now.

Where our wedding picture stood, Draco put up instead a painting of us one of our Hogsmeade dates. "Remember?" Draco asked me. The painting had us painted in it and we were at a lake nearby, throwing magical airplanes through the air. They had an illusion of becoming real when they were thrown but then returned back to paper.

"That was our first date," I whispered. I giggled. "Remember how you tried to make that plane sail and accidentally stepped over the earth and fell into the water? That was hilarious."

"Oh yeah, and everyone was laughing at me," he told me sarcastically.

"Don't be mean, that was years ago!" I exclaimed. My fifth year and his sixth year.

"I better get more stuff unpacked," he replied, smiled mockingly and left me with the picture. Sure enough, Draco (in the picture) fell into the lake while I tried to get him out. The plane sailed off into the sky; not leaving a trace it has been there. He was showing off to me, I recalled, misjudged a step and fell into the lake. Some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were there and started laughing at Draco who was angry enough to kill them.

I had to giggle at his scenario. Draco in the lake, angry at a bunch of Third Years. "Those were the days," I whispered softly as I stared at the picture. Times like these were precious and now are lost forever in the sands of time.

"Ginny?" I turn around and saw him.

"Do you remember?"

"Don't want to." He replied.

"Why not?" I demand. "Because you were embarrassed?"

"So what Ginny? It can be regained you know."

"What can?"

"A metaphor. 'A tiny grain of life in the sands of life, of time.'"

I sit down. "What does that mean?"

"You can go back in time you know." Sneer curled his lip as he looked at me hungrily. I know that look very well.

"We can't, you know that yourself Draco Malfoy."

He left to unpack more things while I stared at the picture. I remembered the metaphor. "A tiny grain of life in the sands of life, of time." I whispered. Since I was feeling badly, I lie down and fell asleep, into a deep and peaceful sleep where nothing can hurt you.

Ginny Weasley Potter

12/01/2000

Journal…

One more month to go before the baby is born. I, despite the discomforts, am very looking forward to it. How will he look like? Whose eyes shall the baby have? Doctor Jingle said so. I forgave him for doing this to me. Since I'm in the Ministry of Healing, the media demands everything on Draco and me. I don't like it but what can I do? I want my son to be comfortable, to live a life he can be proud of. What choice do I have? Draco, now, insists that he must walk me to work everyday. I so wanted to put a charm on him so he won't annoy me, but it's hopeless because of the baby.

Today, while I was cooking magically, I have noticed that in a fireplace there was an Ashwinder loose in the house. I called over to Draco and without any success, we couldn't find the eggs. "Why don't you relax Ginger?" Draco didn't say anything but just left the house. Vaguely I recalled that was how it was with Harry, if ever he was home. I panicked about something, after he soothed me, he left, and waved.

I lie down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Several hours later, Draco found the Ashwinder and destroyed it. I felt very relieved that he actually found it. Lord knows what'll happen. We again sat down on the sofa and I picked up The Daily Prophet. The Headline screamed into my head.

The Daily Prophet

Puddlemere Seeker Marries Harpies' Seeker

Today, Harry Potter married Cho Chang who was pregnant. Harry, you'll probably know from many books written about him, including G.K. Blake's book called The Story of the Potters, G.K. Blake, (Little Red Books, 1981) There G.K. Blake describes Harry as "… an amazing boy who'll live. I can tell the future around him. He'll be on Puddlemere United and will have three wives, and four children in all. Two boys and two girls… the future around him will have both auras. Two of his children will be very well known, who'll be half brother and half sister. One for the darkness, the other for light…" Harry Potter married Cho Chang on December 1st, 2000. We wish him the best of luck on his marriage.

I could only wonder about his third wife. I was his first, Cho will be his second, but who'll be his third?

12/11/2000

Journal…

I was still thinking about life and that odd metaphor when I took out one of G.K. Blake's books. Draco, when he saw my small collection of his books, sneered and claimed that they were full of Dark Arts. I told him no and to prove it. I love his books. He was a very talented author and gave many hints about what is to come in the future. Like in his book titled Uranus Moon Part VI, he said, " …In 2011, Dark side will gain a child and will use her to do the dirty work. For years this darkness will last until the year 2029 when darkness shall abate and a light will emerge, and reveal himself for judgment…" When I tried to warn Draco about this warning, he just scoffed at me and nearly destroyed the book. I managed to convince him not to do that.

I barely go to work since I seem to be heavier every minute and I used a telephone to call mum and dad and to try to convince them that Draco was good. "Mum?" I said into the tube.

"Who is this?" She demanded, pretending not to recognize me.

"Your daughter, Ginny."

"Who? Arthur, do we have a daughter?" I heard a distant no in the tube.

"Mum! Stop pretending! Please come over!" I begged her silently.

"Sorry, we don't have a daughter miss."

"You do. Please come over, I'm lonely."

I heard her laughing. "Do you think I'm dumb Ginny? I'm not going to come over nor do I want you to call me again. You hear me?" Before I could reply, she slammed down the tube.

I put mine up and started to cry silently. Mum and dad do hate me. They don't care about me at all. They never did, in fact. I recalled Draco's childhood. We were in Fairies Lamplight, eating and talking about our families. "How was it like being a son of Death Eater?" I asked him.

He stopped eating and looked at me. "Horrible," he recalled. "My parents always put me down and didn't give a care about me, you know?" He started eating again. "I had everything I desired, but not my parents. My father went on mysterious journeys he never confided to anyone, and my mum cried herself to sleep every night. I didn't dare to get in her or anyone's way." I was sorry to ask him. "If I did, dad usually locked me with a dementor." He spoke painfully and if I was in his shoes, I wouldn't think about it at all. "I learned about the Patronus Spell when I was seven and began practicing everyday. Took me two years to produce a strong Patronus."

"What about afterwards?"

I could see a distant glint in his eyes and knew that he was walking through these horrible memories. "Mum grew cold and didn't care about anything anymore. I was afraid more of my mother than my father. I usually spent time by myself and barely any people called, aside from dad's Death Eater friends. Several children came sometimes, but they were just like their parents. When they left, dad always pointed out where I needed to improve and again came the locking with the dementor. I barely remember anything good about living with my parents," he concluded.

"I'm sorry to have asked you," I told him.

"Don't worry about it, its all right." Draco told me.

"I love you,"

"I love you too," we both kissed and I snapped out of my vision.

I looked behind me and saw Draco standing, a superior smirk on his face. "Draco!" I exclaimed. "I didn't notice you there!"

He didn't reply.

"What are you doing here?" In response, he came up to me and handed me some bags he packed.

"I bought some food for us," he replied. I tried to stand up, be he insisted I lay down and relax, which had gotten me angry. "Relax, I'm sure I can make a feast."

"You cook? Draco, let me do it."

"You're tired."

"I'm getting out of the house," I declared.

"Why?" Draco asked as he began to measure the ingredients.

"Because I don't want to see it explodes." Draco could only smirk and with humor he led me outside. I muttered and sat down beside the tree that came with the house. I waited patiently for the explosion. It didn't come. Draco came out, looking very grumpy. He was dirty and had soiled his clothes. "What happened?"

"What's the spell for a minute feast?" I laughed.

"Its Cook A Feast, but you have to say it together, and very fast."

"Thanks," he left and was grumpy for an entire evening.

12/17/2000

Journal…

I swear I didn't mean to do it! This is what happened. Yesterday I was cleaning up the house and noticed a dark brown notebook. Curious, I opened it and noticed that it had Draco's handwriting. Curious, I started reading it. There he told stories from his point of view starting with his first year and ending up yesterday. He told about his marriage to Pansy, and our relationship and his relationship with Grace. That's what he wrote in one of the entries, " …Later in the night, Grace told me she had a special surprise planned for me. When I asked her what it was, she didn't say anything. Later I found out what it was. She was cheating on me with none other than Potter! I barely remember that I tried to kill her, but her precious Harry protected her. She was pregnant but I knew it wasn't mine, but it was Harry's. Harry is such a git that he tried to steal Grace away from me! But she chose him and last time I heard from them was that she married Prof. Snape and is probably being a double snake…"

I put down the notebook and started to cry. If Harry knew about Draco/Grace thing, and Draco didn't know, that meant that he was also a double snake. Draco caught me and took away the diary from me. He tried to cast a Memory Charm on me, but it didn't work. He never could cast a good Memory Charm. That's why I remember the event.

Later in the night, Draco and I began talking. "How come you haven't told me that Grace has cheated on you?" I asked him.

"Ginny, I don't want to think about her, you have to understand. I don't think you're in a mood to think about Harry, am I right?" I quickly nodded my head. "I don't want to think about Grace,"

"How was your relationship with her?" I asked. He cocked his head and raised his eyebrow at me.

"Relationship?" His expression started to fill with pain. "She was a great girlfriend, even if she wasn't very beautiful, she was gorgeous and there was an aura around her… we did a lot of crazy stuff. Like this one time we went to a strip club and got kicked out because she was drunk and was dirty dancing…" he drifted off, probably was walking through memories of pain and hurt and betrayal.

"Do you think you can clean up the table?" I asked. He came back to reality with a snap.

"Sure. You just relax," I lay down and fell asleep. The last thing I have heard is a distant clink of China.

Ginny Weasley Potter

12/29/2000

Journal…

Harry's baby boy and mine are born! He sure is very noisy though. He has my eyes and seems to have some strands of black hair, probably Harry's. Draco began claiming that it was his son. I named him James Potter, after his dead grandfather. Well, time can sure pass very fast. James is crying, so I have to go. Sorry for the short entry.

Ginny Weasley Potter