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I'd forget about it.
Ron, after sitting in his and Rebecca's new bedroom, returned to the party. He walked down the stairs and looked around to find his wife. After not being able to find her inside he went outside to look around the yard- William might have wanted to play with his friends. As he walked up to the newly installed playset of William's he saw the one person he wanted to see and the one he didn't, talking. He stopped in his tracks, his anger returning quickly. Rebecca looked up and saw him. She said something to Draco and he shook his head as if in saying no. Draco walked over to Ron. A boy, about 4 years old hopped off the playset and followed Draco. Ron saw he had light blond hair, light blue-gray eyes.There was no need to ask who he was. He had to be Dalton Malfoy.
"Daddy where are you going?" Draco stopped and turned around.
"I'm just going to speak to your Uncle Ron. Do you want to come with me?" Dalton nodded and grabbed Draco's hand.
"Hello Malfoy." Ron said coolly.
"Hello Ron. It's been a while hasn't it?"
"Yes it has. Since...About my and Rebecca's wedding.Sepaking of weddings I heard you got married."
"Rebecca mentioned you were a little upset about that. Listen, I'd like to make things right with you. Ginny misses talking to you and I'd like to get to know you, considering we're brothers-in-laws."
"And the fact that you got my little sister pregnant?"
"She's my wife. What's wrong with it?"
"She's a Weasley. You're a bloody Malfoy. I thought you had higher standards than that."
"Listen, I don't want to fight you. I love your sister. And being dead does wonders for your point of view."
"I don't really give a damn what you want to do. You got my sister pregnant. Do you remember all the shit you said about us? About the Weasleys?Remember"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are- red hair, freckles and a hand-me-down robe"? And the stuff with second year that YOUR father caused? My sister was almost killed because of YOUR F***ing father. And"
"Number one, you never tried to like me either."Draco interrupted."And..And Lucius ....I can't help what he did."
"Yeah, but I bet you loved it just the same. And at the thought you might get to kill Harry you went off to that bloody temple. And look where you ended up."
"I didn't like it. I couldn't do a thing about it. And I went because I was sent. And afraid of what my father might do to me. And what he might have done to my mother. And what Voldemort might would do to both of them if I didn't cooperate." By now most of the party goers had come outside. Dalton ran over to Ginny.
"Mummy, make Daddy and Uncle Ron stop."He said crying. Draco moved to leave to check on his son.
"Don't move Malfoy. I'm not through with you."
"I am done with this. I tried to be nice. I tried to be polite. I'm going home." Draco continued walking. Draco picked up Dalton and Ginny followed him out of the yard.
A/N-Sorry I couldn't post this. I was going to earlier but the site was messed up.
Ron, after sitting in his and Rebecca's new bedroom, returned to the party. He walked down the stairs and looked around to find his wife. After not being able to find her inside he went outside to look around the yard- William might have wanted to play with his friends. As he walked up to the newly installed playset of William's he saw the one person he wanted to see and the one he didn't, talking. He stopped in his tracks, his anger returning quickly. Rebecca looked up and saw him. She said something to Draco and he shook his head as if in saying no. Draco walked over to Ron. A boy, about 4 years old hopped off the playset and followed Draco. Ron saw he had light blond hair, light blue-gray eyes.There was no need to ask who he was. He had to be Dalton Malfoy.
"Daddy where are you going?" Draco stopped and turned around.
"I'm just going to speak to your Uncle Ron. Do you want to come with me?" Dalton nodded and grabbed Draco's hand.
"Hello Malfoy." Ron said coolly.
"Hello Ron. It's been a while hasn't it?"
"Yes it has. Since...About my and Rebecca's wedding.Sepaking of weddings I heard you got married."
"Rebecca mentioned you were a little upset about that. Listen, I'd like to make things right with you. Ginny misses talking to you and I'd like to get to know you, considering we're brothers-in-laws."
"And the fact that you got my little sister pregnant?"
"She's my wife. What's wrong with it?"
"She's a Weasley. You're a bloody Malfoy. I thought you had higher standards than that."
"Listen, I don't want to fight you. I love your sister. And being dead does wonders for your point of view."
"I don't really give a damn what you want to do. You got my sister pregnant. Do you remember all the shit you said about us? About the Weasleys?Remember"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are- red hair, freckles and a hand-me-down robe"? And the stuff with second year that YOUR father caused? My sister was almost killed because of YOUR F***ing father. And"
"Number one, you never tried to like me either."Draco interrupted."And..And Lucius ....I can't help what he did."
"Yeah, but I bet you loved it just the same. And at the thought you might get to kill Harry you went off to that bloody temple. And look where you ended up."
"I didn't like it. I couldn't do a thing about it. And I went because I was sent. And afraid of what my father might do to me. And what he might have done to my mother. And what Voldemort might would do to both of them if I didn't cooperate." By now most of the party goers had come outside. Dalton ran over to Ginny.
"Mummy, make Daddy and Uncle Ron stop."He said crying. Draco moved to leave to check on his son.
"Don't move Malfoy. I'm not through with you."
"I am done with this. I tried to be nice. I tried to be polite. I'm going home." Draco continued walking. Draco picked up Dalton and Ginny followed him out of the yard.
A/N-Sorry I couldn't post this. I was going to earlier but the site was messed up.