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Draco watched, rather breathless with nerves as Mr. Weston began shuffling through his parchments, looking for a certain one. They were just about to begin questioning Mrs. Warner about a few things, and then if there was time, they would start asking him and Ginny some questions.
Deep down inside, Draco was struggling with his emotions, holding back tears that were quickly welling under his lids. Just hearing Jacob tell the story from his point of view had brought back all of his memories of the events. Listening to Jacob speak of Jessica had made his heart ache, made his mind race. Just hearing of Jessica again was making him hurt.
He had relived every painful memory, his thoughts guided by Jacob Warners words. Draco had begun to remember the little things he loved about Jessica, the little things that he had convinced himself to forget over past year. Silly little memories, the way Jessica would flip her hair, the way Jess would smile and shake her head slightly after she had finished laughing, the way Jessica would kiss.....
Draco didn't want to remember her, because the memories were far too painful, but he also didn't want to forget her, because not having those memories would bring him pain to. The memories were all that he had of the woman he loved. He had wanted to forget, he had spent a lot of time, trying to forget Jessica to save his own sanity, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the thoughts, the feelings.
He no longer wanted to love Jessica the way he was now. Draco had seriously thought that he was over her, that he no longer harbored the feelings that he felt for her back in that summer, but hearing the stories and pondering in the memories had made something stir within him, some thing painful and unwanted. While Draco listened to Jacob Warner telling the story of his daughter's life, he realized he was still in love with her.
His feelings for Jessica were too much for him to handle now. They were over, he could never go back and change things, Jessica was gone, and never coming back. Draco would just have to take the situation for what it was. He had had his time with Jess, but now, with her gone forever, it was time for him to get over her, time to move on, and spend time with Kayla. Draco could still love Jess, but not be in love with her. He would always love Jessica, and he would always love the memory of Jessica, but he could no longer live in his memories, he could no longer be dwelling in the past, especially now that he had to look after his little girl as well.
But easier said than done, however. There was no way that he could just click his fingers and it would all be over. He wished he could just click his fingers and he would have forgotten about Jessica, and his feelings. Draco had considered doing a memory charm on himself to forget about Jessica, but then she would have to forget about Kayla to. And even if the memories were gone, there would still be in the pain, only then, he would not know why. Not knowing were the pain was coming from would drive him madder faster than knowing the truth of the matter.
He just had to work through it like any other person; he would have to just burry himself in his work, and looking after his daughter, and continuing his friendship with Ginny. The sooner things got back to normal, and the sooner he would have to stop thinking about Jessica, the sooner he could get over his feelings.
It looked as though Mr. Weston had finally gotten his papers in order. Draco took a deep breath and waited for the new line of questioning to start. Now he would have to hear all about Jessica from the point of view of her mother.
"Mrs. Warner, Am I correct in assuming that you and your daughter were rather close?" Mr. Weston asked.
"Yes, we were close, we told each other everything, and she knew that she could come to me with anything that she wanted to talk about."
"So far today, we have heard from your husband about the recent past of Jessica and Draco relationship leading up to your daughters death, I would, at this point of the proceedings, like to ask you if there is anything that you would like to add to the story that we have been told?" Mr. Weston asked, Evelyn took a few seconds to think, then shook her head.
"No, I wish not to add anything" She replied.
"Then, I wish to ask you some questions now, and again, I stress that you try to answer everything as truthfully as possible." Mr. Weston began, and once again, Evelyn nodded.
"First of all, Mrs. Warner, now that you know a lot more about the world of magic, do you still intend to keep young Kayla away from this world?" Mr. Weston asked.
"Yes, it is still our intention to keep her away from the wizarding world..."
"May I ask why you have made this decision about your young grand daughter's future?" Mr. Weston enquired. Evelyn took a deep breath to steady herself, preparing herself for her answer.
"I believe it is my responsibility to continue with my daughters wishes. Jessica said that she did not want Kayla involved in the 'strange' lifestyle that Draco was involved in. At the time, we did not understand what that lifestyle was, but we still made a promise to our daughter that if anything ever happened to her, we would bring up Kayla normally, with out any interference from this world and some of the people in it ...." Evelyn replied, shooting a hesitantly nervous look across the table.
"Mrs. Warner, Do you still fear magic?" Mr. Weston asked softly, she shook her head, indicating no to the question. Mr. Weston smiled softly at her, trying to put her at ease before her asked her the next question.
"Do you believe that excluding Kayla from the magic world will stunt her general emotional growth as a person?" was Mr. Weston's new question. She took a few second to think of her answer carefully.
"No, I don't think that this decision will stunt her growth in any way. My husband and I will raise Kayla the way that we have raised our other children. With the nurturing environment that we wish to provide to our grand daughter, she will grow to be the best woman that she can be, with out having her meddling in the magic world."
Mr. Weston looked down at his piece of paper for his next question "Then, if you will not allow Kayla to attend Hogwarts when she is eleven, what decisions have you and your husband made for your grand daughter?"
"Kayla has already been enrolled in the best private pre-school, primary school and high school in our local area. As for after that, we will support any decision she wishes to make concerning her university education"
"You are willing to let Kayla make her own decisions in her future?" Mr. Weston asked, just a little surprised.
"Yes, we are" Evelyn replied.
"What if, in the future, Kayla decided that she would like to attend Hogwarts, would you let her?" Weston asked. Evelyn shook her head, showing that no she wouldn't.
"Kayla has no say in weather or not she attends Hogwarts, because she will not know of the existence of this magical school" Came Evelyn's reply. Mr. Weston looked angered and shocked all at once.
"You intend not to tell her?"
"We will not be telling Kayla of her magical blood. It will be easier if she did not know of her abnormality" Mr.Weston, who still did not look very happy about what he was hearing, nodded slightly, and then scribbled something down on the piece of parchment in front of him.
"What do you intend to tell Kayla about her father?" Mr. Weston asked.
"We are still unsure as to that, but I am sure that we will just make something up when the time comes. We believe that it would be a lot easier for Kayla to deal with her future if she realizes that what she has with us is all she will have. It is best that while she is in our care, she does not have a dream of her father."
"Kayla will begin to ask questions, sooner or later. Are you just going to tell her that her father did not love her? Can you seriously tell me that you are going to let your grand daughter believe that she was unloved?" Mr. Weston asked. Draco sat, silently fuming with anger. He knew it was best not to explode now, not when Mr. Weston was sitting by his side. He could not let them think that he had a temper, but then, he realized, would any one really blame him for what he was feeling. This...woman was saying these bad things about him. Draco looked up, still seething in anger, and waited for Evelyn to reply. Evelyn only nodded slightly in agreement.
"Some times, Mr. Weston, it is best to be cruel in order to be kind. I know that the pain of abandonment that Kayla will feel after we tell her this story of her father not loving her would be a lot less than the pain she would feel if she truly found out who her father really was, when she finds out about her fathers, freaky behavior and lifestyle. We are simply protecting her from her father"
Draco's anger soon left him, and once again, he was left with the intense need to cry. His hands were balled into fists at his side, his fingernails digging into his skin, stopping him from doing anything he knew he would regret. Draco just lowered his head, so that he was looking at the floor, and tried to keep his tears at bay.
Ginny looked across at Draco, watching him silently, waiting for him to react to the hurtful words that she knew were just ripping him up inside. She watched as Draco lowered his gaze, staring silently at the floor and biting his bottom lip. Ginny was in no way surprised when she saw the unshed tears in his eyes. All she wanted to do was reach out and comfort him, to reach out and take his hand in hers, just to remind him, once again that she was there for him.
But she would know how it would look. If she was to reach out and take his hand in hers, just as a friendly comfort thing, the Warners, and even Mr. Weston would take it the wrong way, and then the Warners representative could twist it all around, and make it all potentially dangerous to their case.
"You would let Mr. Malfoy's reputation be rubbished like that, just so that you grand daughter does not ask questions? You would let her think that she is unloved by a man who obviously loves her more than life itself? Do you have any idea what that can do for a child's self esteem, believing that she is unloved by her father?" Mr. Weston asked, and ever one in the room could hear the evident surprise in his voice.
"There will be nothing wrong with Kayla's self esteem. She will be loved by other people in her life. I love her with all that I am; my husband loves her with all that he has. Kayla has two uncles, each with families, and children of their own, they all love her. Kayla will never feel unloved. With all of those people, what does it matter what she believes about her father"
"Mrs. Warner, with all due respect, if that is what you believes, than I think that you need a reality check, quickly. This young lady will care about what her father thinks of her, she will care very much about her father. And you will seriously do this child emotional damage if you tell her that he father was just some guy who was passing through town, because I know, that is definitely not what Draco Malfoy is. Just the fact that he has come here today to get custody of his daughter proves that he does love her." Mr. Weston told her as he laid his quill down on the table beside the piece of parchment that he was writing on. "I think that you should reconsider your thoughts on that side of it. At the moment, it is 3 pm, I wish to stop the hearing here for the day. Tomorrow I will hear from Mr. Malfoy and also Miss Weasley. Then, if you wish, you may amend some of the statements that you said today. With the information I have heard today, Mrs. Warner, I can already make an educated and justified decision, but it is the rules of our courts, that a case must be heard through to completion. The tables may still turn, but if your attitudes remain that of what they are today, then the case may not need to be completed"
Mr. Weston collected his papers, gathered them into his folder, and then stood. "I will see you back here at 9 am" and then he turned and left the room.
A few seconds later, the Warners stood shot Draco a not so nice look, and moved out of the room, leaving Ginny and Draco alone. Ginny reached out carefully, and took his hand in hers.
"Did you hear what he said? It looks like we have won already" Ginny said softly. Draco stood, and shrugged her off.
"It is not over yet, Gin!" He told her, before storming out of the room. Ginny just sighed and stood, following him out onto the street.
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Draco was happy that Ginny had sensed that he wanted to be alone. He had returned to his house two hours ago, happy for once that he was alone, his thoughts were to much for him to deal with, let alone Ginny's insistent optimism.
He had heard her return soon after him, and now she was downstairs, but Draco could hardly even hear her. He wasn't listening for her really, because he was listening to his thoughts that he was trying desperately to ignore.
For the first time in a long time, His thoughts did not consist of just Kayla. Now his thoughts were revolving around Jessica and her Parents, and how much he loved and hated them respectively.
How could two people who were so mean and hurtful, so narrow minded and disrespectful have had a child who was so beautiful, loving, caring and gentle as Jessica.
Draco was trying hard not to take it to personally, the Warners were only doing what Jessica had intended to do, but just knowing that they had no intention of ever telling Kayla the truth about her father really made him hurt. He knew that if Jessica was still alive, she would have at least told Kayla that truth at one point in time.
But Jessica was not around any more. That was another thing that he had to keep telling himself. Jessica was not around any more; she could not step in and call her parents off. She couldn't give her opinions, and she could not have her say.
He had been thinking of her a lot, ever since he had gone to Jessica's old house again. The pain of the days since had been unbearable for him. And he suspected that until the case was over, he would be in the same pain he was in now. He knew he just had to stop thinking about her.
His thoughts betrayed him however. In the silence of his room as he laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling, all he could think of was her and how much he truly did feel for her.
He remembered the first time he had ever told her how he felt about her. He had been so scared that she would laugh in his face, but he knew he would have to tell her. They had been sitting in her living room, watching movies together when he had just casually told her how he felt. The room had been dark, hiding his blush. She had taken her time to reply, but when she did, she had made his the happiest man in the world.
Draco smiled as he remembered the way they had kissed each other after that, suddenly, the movie they were watching was long forgotten. To that day, Draco was still to see the end of that film.
He slapped himself on the forehead and groaned. He had to stop thinking.
There was a knock on the door, but Draco didn't hear it, or if he did, he still did not move. Ginny stuck her head in, smiling slightly at what she saw. "I am sure there are more comfortable places in this room than the floor"
Draco looked up suddenly, startled by her voice. "This was as far as I had gotten before my thoughts crippled me"
"You have pretty serious thoughts if you ended up on the floor." She smiled, moving into the room. "Listen Malfoy; tell me to bugger off if you don't want to talk"
"No, come in, it is ok" He tried to smile, but he could tell that he didn't have enough strength to make it look believable. Ginny entered the room and sat on the floor, her back resting against the bed.
"I know a lot of the things that that Warner woman said hurt you Draco...." She began.
"They were going to tell my daughter that I did not care for her." Draco mumbled. "They were going to tell her that I was just a guy who passed through town and never really loved her or her mother. How could they say something like that about me?"
"They were doing what they thought was best, granted, it is all crap, but they were being selfish, they where thinking about them selves instead of Kayla....." Ginny began.
"They took no consideration to my feelings" Draco replied. Ginny sighed and laid out on the floor beside Draco.
"But you heard what Weston said and how he said it, he didn't sound very impressed with their attitude. I think we are a shoe in to win this case Draco, we will do fine. And then, you can really set up this place to be a family with Kayla." Ginny replied. He smiled and nodded.
"It still hurts, you know?" He smiled just a little.
Ginny, who was laying beside him rolled on her side and propped her head up on her hand so that she could look down at him.
"I know it does" She replied truthfully.
Draco raised his hand and brushed her hair back off of her face. "You are an angel for doing this for me"
"If you tell me that again, I am seriously going to have to hurt you!" Ginny smiled. Draco laughed, and it was only then that he realized his hand was still buried in her hair.
Suddenly Ginny lost her smile as she just stared down into Draco's eyes; they were so full of pain and confusion, so clouded and stormy. Ginny wasn't even going to attempt to work out what was under those eyes.
Seconds later however, she realized that the hand that was still in her hair was pulling her down to him, and only seconds after that, Draco's lips were pressed softly against hers.
Ginny was in shock, she had never even thought of kissing Draco, but here she was, laying on his bedroom floor, their lips pressed together, albeit unmoving, but it was technically a kiss.
Draco soon flicked his tongue out to taste her bottom lip, but Ginny still remained unmoving. Her thoughts were moving a thousand miles a minute. But soon, common sense kicked in, and she pushed him away from her.
Ginny raised her hand to her lips, and Draco looked away, suddenly ashamed.
"Umm, I better go" she said quickly, standing and moving to the door.
"Ginny Wait, I am sorry!" He told her, she got to the door and turned back to him.
"You were thinking about Jess when you kissed me" She accused softly. Draco looked at the floor "I'll see you tomorrow Malfoy"
A few seconds later, Draco could hear the floo fire in the living room roaring.
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Draco watched, rather breathless with nerves as Mr. Weston began shuffling through his parchments, looking for a certain one. They were just about to begin questioning Mrs. Warner about a few things, and then if there was time, they would start asking him and Ginny some questions.
Deep down inside, Draco was struggling with his emotions, holding back tears that were quickly welling under his lids. Just hearing Jacob tell the story from his point of view had brought back all of his memories of the events. Listening to Jacob speak of Jessica had made his heart ache, made his mind race. Just hearing of Jessica again was making him hurt.
He had relived every painful memory, his thoughts guided by Jacob Warners words. Draco had begun to remember the little things he loved about Jessica, the little things that he had convinced himself to forget over past year. Silly little memories, the way Jessica would flip her hair, the way Jess would smile and shake her head slightly after she had finished laughing, the way Jessica would kiss.....
Draco didn't want to remember her, because the memories were far too painful, but he also didn't want to forget her, because not having those memories would bring him pain to. The memories were all that he had of the woman he loved. He had wanted to forget, he had spent a lot of time, trying to forget Jessica to save his own sanity, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the thoughts, the feelings.
He no longer wanted to love Jessica the way he was now. Draco had seriously thought that he was over her, that he no longer harbored the feelings that he felt for her back in that summer, but hearing the stories and pondering in the memories had made something stir within him, some thing painful and unwanted. While Draco listened to Jacob Warner telling the story of his daughter's life, he realized he was still in love with her.
His feelings for Jessica were too much for him to handle now. They were over, he could never go back and change things, Jessica was gone, and never coming back. Draco would just have to take the situation for what it was. He had had his time with Jess, but now, with her gone forever, it was time for him to get over her, time to move on, and spend time with Kayla. Draco could still love Jess, but not be in love with her. He would always love Jessica, and he would always love the memory of Jessica, but he could no longer live in his memories, he could no longer be dwelling in the past, especially now that he had to look after his little girl as well.
But easier said than done, however. There was no way that he could just click his fingers and it would all be over. He wished he could just click his fingers and he would have forgotten about Jessica, and his feelings. Draco had considered doing a memory charm on himself to forget about Jessica, but then she would have to forget about Kayla to. And even if the memories were gone, there would still be in the pain, only then, he would not know why. Not knowing were the pain was coming from would drive him madder faster than knowing the truth of the matter.
He just had to work through it like any other person; he would have to just burry himself in his work, and looking after his daughter, and continuing his friendship with Ginny. The sooner things got back to normal, and the sooner he would have to stop thinking about Jessica, the sooner he could get over his feelings.
It looked as though Mr. Weston had finally gotten his papers in order. Draco took a deep breath and waited for the new line of questioning to start. Now he would have to hear all about Jessica from the point of view of her mother.
"Mrs. Warner, Am I correct in assuming that you and your daughter were rather close?" Mr. Weston asked.
"Yes, we were close, we told each other everything, and she knew that she could come to me with anything that she wanted to talk about."
"So far today, we have heard from your husband about the recent past of Jessica and Draco relationship leading up to your daughters death, I would, at this point of the proceedings, like to ask you if there is anything that you would like to add to the story that we have been told?" Mr. Weston asked, Evelyn took a few seconds to think, then shook her head.
"No, I wish not to add anything" She replied.
"Then, I wish to ask you some questions now, and again, I stress that you try to answer everything as truthfully as possible." Mr. Weston began, and once again, Evelyn nodded.
"First of all, Mrs. Warner, now that you know a lot more about the world of magic, do you still intend to keep young Kayla away from this world?" Mr. Weston asked.
"Yes, it is still our intention to keep her away from the wizarding world..."
"May I ask why you have made this decision about your young grand daughter's future?" Mr. Weston enquired. Evelyn took a deep breath to steady herself, preparing herself for her answer.
"I believe it is my responsibility to continue with my daughters wishes. Jessica said that she did not want Kayla involved in the 'strange' lifestyle that Draco was involved in. At the time, we did not understand what that lifestyle was, but we still made a promise to our daughter that if anything ever happened to her, we would bring up Kayla normally, with out any interference from this world and some of the people in it ...." Evelyn replied, shooting a hesitantly nervous look across the table.
"Mrs. Warner, Do you still fear magic?" Mr. Weston asked softly, she shook her head, indicating no to the question. Mr. Weston smiled softly at her, trying to put her at ease before her asked her the next question.
"Do you believe that excluding Kayla from the magic world will stunt her general emotional growth as a person?" was Mr. Weston's new question. She took a few second to think of her answer carefully.
"No, I don't think that this decision will stunt her growth in any way. My husband and I will raise Kayla the way that we have raised our other children. With the nurturing environment that we wish to provide to our grand daughter, she will grow to be the best woman that she can be, with out having her meddling in the magic world."
Mr. Weston looked down at his piece of paper for his next question "Then, if you will not allow Kayla to attend Hogwarts when she is eleven, what decisions have you and your husband made for your grand daughter?"
"Kayla has already been enrolled in the best private pre-school, primary school and high school in our local area. As for after that, we will support any decision she wishes to make concerning her university education"
"You are willing to let Kayla make her own decisions in her future?" Mr. Weston asked, just a little surprised.
"Yes, we are" Evelyn replied.
"What if, in the future, Kayla decided that she would like to attend Hogwarts, would you let her?" Weston asked. Evelyn shook her head, showing that no she wouldn't.
"Kayla has no say in weather or not she attends Hogwarts, because she will not know of the existence of this magical school" Came Evelyn's reply. Mr. Weston looked angered and shocked all at once.
"You intend not to tell her?"
"We will not be telling Kayla of her magical blood. It will be easier if she did not know of her abnormality" Mr.Weston, who still did not look very happy about what he was hearing, nodded slightly, and then scribbled something down on the piece of parchment in front of him.
"What do you intend to tell Kayla about her father?" Mr. Weston asked.
"We are still unsure as to that, but I am sure that we will just make something up when the time comes. We believe that it would be a lot easier for Kayla to deal with her future if she realizes that what she has with us is all she will have. It is best that while she is in our care, she does not have a dream of her father."
"Kayla will begin to ask questions, sooner or later. Are you just going to tell her that her father did not love her? Can you seriously tell me that you are going to let your grand daughter believe that she was unloved?" Mr. Weston asked. Draco sat, silently fuming with anger. He knew it was best not to explode now, not when Mr. Weston was sitting by his side. He could not let them think that he had a temper, but then, he realized, would any one really blame him for what he was feeling. This...woman was saying these bad things about him. Draco looked up, still seething in anger, and waited for Evelyn to reply. Evelyn only nodded slightly in agreement.
"Some times, Mr. Weston, it is best to be cruel in order to be kind. I know that the pain of abandonment that Kayla will feel after we tell her this story of her father not loving her would be a lot less than the pain she would feel if she truly found out who her father really was, when she finds out about her fathers, freaky behavior and lifestyle. We are simply protecting her from her father"
Draco's anger soon left him, and once again, he was left with the intense need to cry. His hands were balled into fists at his side, his fingernails digging into his skin, stopping him from doing anything he knew he would regret. Draco just lowered his head, so that he was looking at the floor, and tried to keep his tears at bay.
Ginny looked across at Draco, watching him silently, waiting for him to react to the hurtful words that she knew were just ripping him up inside. She watched as Draco lowered his gaze, staring silently at the floor and biting his bottom lip. Ginny was in no way surprised when she saw the unshed tears in his eyes. All she wanted to do was reach out and comfort him, to reach out and take his hand in hers, just to remind him, once again that she was there for him.
But she would know how it would look. If she was to reach out and take his hand in hers, just as a friendly comfort thing, the Warners, and even Mr. Weston would take it the wrong way, and then the Warners representative could twist it all around, and make it all potentially dangerous to their case.
"You would let Mr. Malfoy's reputation be rubbished like that, just so that you grand daughter does not ask questions? You would let her think that she is unloved by a man who obviously loves her more than life itself? Do you have any idea what that can do for a child's self esteem, believing that she is unloved by her father?" Mr. Weston asked, and ever one in the room could hear the evident surprise in his voice.
"There will be nothing wrong with Kayla's self esteem. She will be loved by other people in her life. I love her with all that I am; my husband loves her with all that he has. Kayla has two uncles, each with families, and children of their own, they all love her. Kayla will never feel unloved. With all of those people, what does it matter what she believes about her father"
"Mrs. Warner, with all due respect, if that is what you believes, than I think that you need a reality check, quickly. This young lady will care about what her father thinks of her, she will care very much about her father. And you will seriously do this child emotional damage if you tell her that he father was just some guy who was passing through town, because I know, that is definitely not what Draco Malfoy is. Just the fact that he has come here today to get custody of his daughter proves that he does love her." Mr. Weston told her as he laid his quill down on the table beside the piece of parchment that he was writing on. "I think that you should reconsider your thoughts on that side of it. At the moment, it is 3 pm, I wish to stop the hearing here for the day. Tomorrow I will hear from Mr. Malfoy and also Miss Weasley. Then, if you wish, you may amend some of the statements that you said today. With the information I have heard today, Mrs. Warner, I can already make an educated and justified decision, but it is the rules of our courts, that a case must be heard through to completion. The tables may still turn, but if your attitudes remain that of what they are today, then the case may not need to be completed"
Mr. Weston collected his papers, gathered them into his folder, and then stood. "I will see you back here at 9 am" and then he turned and left the room.
A few seconds later, the Warners stood shot Draco a not so nice look, and moved out of the room, leaving Ginny and Draco alone. Ginny reached out carefully, and took his hand in hers.
"Did you hear what he said? It looks like we have won already" Ginny said softly. Draco stood, and shrugged her off.
"It is not over yet, Gin!" He told her, before storming out of the room. Ginny just sighed and stood, following him out onto the street.
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Draco was happy that Ginny had sensed that he wanted to be alone. He had returned to his house two hours ago, happy for once that he was alone, his thoughts were to much for him to deal with, let alone Ginny's insistent optimism.
He had heard her return soon after him, and now she was downstairs, but Draco could hardly even hear her. He wasn't listening for her really, because he was listening to his thoughts that he was trying desperately to ignore.
For the first time in a long time, His thoughts did not consist of just Kayla. Now his thoughts were revolving around Jessica and her Parents, and how much he loved and hated them respectively.
How could two people who were so mean and hurtful, so narrow minded and disrespectful have had a child who was so beautiful, loving, caring and gentle as Jessica.
Draco was trying hard not to take it to personally, the Warners were only doing what Jessica had intended to do, but just knowing that they had no intention of ever telling Kayla the truth about her father really made him hurt. He knew that if Jessica was still alive, she would have at least told Kayla that truth at one point in time.
But Jessica was not around any more. That was another thing that he had to keep telling himself. Jessica was not around any more; she could not step in and call her parents off. She couldn't give her opinions, and she could not have her say.
He had been thinking of her a lot, ever since he had gone to Jessica's old house again. The pain of the days since had been unbearable for him. And he suspected that until the case was over, he would be in the same pain he was in now. He knew he just had to stop thinking about her.
His thoughts betrayed him however. In the silence of his room as he laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling, all he could think of was her and how much he truly did feel for her.
He remembered the first time he had ever told her how he felt about her. He had been so scared that she would laugh in his face, but he knew he would have to tell her. They had been sitting in her living room, watching movies together when he had just casually told her how he felt. The room had been dark, hiding his blush. She had taken her time to reply, but when she did, she had made his the happiest man in the world.
Draco smiled as he remembered the way they had kissed each other after that, suddenly, the movie they were watching was long forgotten. To that day, Draco was still to see the end of that film.
He slapped himself on the forehead and groaned. He had to stop thinking.
There was a knock on the door, but Draco didn't hear it, or if he did, he still did not move. Ginny stuck her head in, smiling slightly at what she saw. "I am sure there are more comfortable places in this room than the floor"
Draco looked up suddenly, startled by her voice. "This was as far as I had gotten before my thoughts crippled me"
"You have pretty serious thoughts if you ended up on the floor." She smiled, moving into the room. "Listen Malfoy; tell me to bugger off if you don't want to talk"
"No, come in, it is ok" He tried to smile, but he could tell that he didn't have enough strength to make it look believable. Ginny entered the room and sat on the floor, her back resting against the bed.
"I know a lot of the things that that Warner woman said hurt you Draco...." She began.
"They were going to tell my daughter that I did not care for her." Draco mumbled. "They were going to tell her that I was just a guy who passed through town and never really loved her or her mother. How could they say something like that about me?"
"They were doing what they thought was best, granted, it is all crap, but they were being selfish, they where thinking about them selves instead of Kayla....." Ginny began.
"They took no consideration to my feelings" Draco replied. Ginny sighed and laid out on the floor beside Draco.
"But you heard what Weston said and how he said it, he didn't sound very impressed with their attitude. I think we are a shoe in to win this case Draco, we will do fine. And then, you can really set up this place to be a family with Kayla." Ginny replied. He smiled and nodded.
"It still hurts, you know?" He smiled just a little.
Ginny, who was laying beside him rolled on her side and propped her head up on her hand so that she could look down at him.
"I know it does" She replied truthfully.
Draco raised his hand and brushed her hair back off of her face. "You are an angel for doing this for me"
"If you tell me that again, I am seriously going to have to hurt you!" Ginny smiled. Draco laughed, and it was only then that he realized his hand was still buried in her hair.
Suddenly Ginny lost her smile as she just stared down into Draco's eyes; they were so full of pain and confusion, so clouded and stormy. Ginny wasn't even going to attempt to work out what was under those eyes.
Seconds later however, she realized that the hand that was still in her hair was pulling her down to him, and only seconds after that, Draco's lips were pressed softly against hers.
Ginny was in shock, she had never even thought of kissing Draco, but here she was, laying on his bedroom floor, their lips pressed together, albeit unmoving, but it was technically a kiss.
Draco soon flicked his tongue out to taste her bottom lip, but Ginny still remained unmoving. Her thoughts were moving a thousand miles a minute. But soon, common sense kicked in, and she pushed him away from her.
Ginny raised her hand to her lips, and Draco looked away, suddenly ashamed.
"Umm, I better go" she said quickly, standing and moving to the door.
"Ginny Wait, I am sorry!" He told her, she got to the door and turned back to him.
"You were thinking about Jess when you kissed me" She accused softly. Draco looked at the floor "I'll see you tomorrow Malfoy"
A few seconds later, Draco could hear the floo fire in the living room roaring.
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