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Previously in Chapter 6:
"You didn't?" he seemed slightly surprised at this. I nodded in assurance and offered, "You're free to tell her what you want. You can tell her that you are her father or you can tell her that you're just a friend of mine." My voice seemed uncertain about the 'friend' thing and I pulled out my wand ready to apparate. He looked like he was thinking it over and I reached out and snaked my arm around his neck and said, "Come on Draco." We disappeared with a pop.
Opening the Door, To Your Heart
Chapter 7: With My Temper
There were a lot of reasons why Virginia didn't apparate a whole lot. One of the main reasons was because Japan was the kind of city in which you would most likely get caught. So, when she apparated to the hospital, with Draco, she didn't expect to have such a rough landing. She had apparated them to a storage closet near her daughter's room. When they first appeared it was a crammed area so Draco and Virginia were literally squashed against each other.
Virginia grumbled in clear annoyance and attempted to walk towards the storage room door, but because of the close proximity to Draco, she ended up tripping instead bringing herself crashing down onto Draco who had already fallen to the ground. A similar situation to one they were in not just a day or two ago presented itself to Virginia.
Virginia pushed against her hands, which were lying on Draco's muscular chest. She raised herself up and got to her feet in a fluid motion. Glancing back to the silver-head on the floor, she offered her hand.
"Come on." Virginia helped him up and walked towards the door.
Before she got too far, a hand clamped itself around her thin wrist, preventing her from moving towards the door; which was only one foot away. She turned in puzzlement to Draco, wondering at the brash and sudden movement.
"We have to talk. Are you sure that it's ok to tell Cecilia that I'm her father?"
Virginia quizzically answered, "Oh of course I'm sure she can handle it, she is very mature for her age."
"I don't mean her, I mean you. Can you handle whatever I tell her?"
Virginia's eyes glazed with comprehension and the wheels started turning in the back of her mind, attempting to answer the unanswered question. 'I want Cecilia to know who her father is, but is it ok just introducing him in such manner? Cecilia already has a belief of who her father is and what kind of person he is, but none of that is necessarily true. I mean we are talking about Draco Malfoy. Malfoy being the key word; Malfoys are cruel, harsh, and conniving. What she had told Cecilia was the opposite; she had told her that her father was caring, considerate, and loving.
I portrayed the ideal father to her, and never in my thoughts did I imagine actually seeing Draco again. I had buried the past, but never could deny the origins of Cecilia. Now Draco is here; Cecilia's 'loving' father is here. Draco has every right to tell Cecilia what he wants. I really don't want to ruin the image she has of him, so I'm going to have to get him to change his personality at least around Cecilia; if he does tell her that he is her father. If he tells her that he is my friend, then perhaps, all these thoughts are merely unnecessary. It's in his hands.'
"I'm fine with whatever you do," Virginia announced finally seeing Draco nod and jester towards the door. Virginia moved aside and opened the door and finished her sentence, "But, Draco if it is your decision to her that you are her father, soon after that we must talk again." She turned and led him out of the storage closet.
They were glad that it was an empty hallway. With Draco trailing behind her she walked to her daughter's room. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on the petit figure of her daughter lying in blinding white sheets. She swiftly moved to the side of her bed and took her small hand into hers. She then leaned forward and planted a soft meaningful kiss upon her forehead.
Cecilia stirred under the sudden, but comforting, touch. Her eyes slowly opened and focused on the image of her mummy standing right beside her.
"Mummy?" Cecilia's voice was raspy and dry.
The fire had dehydrated Cecilia's body. She had also inhaled smoke, making her cough lightly before she was enclosed by her mother's arms.
"Cecilia, honey, I want you to meet someone," Virginia broke off her embrace as she stepped aside, allowing her daughter to see the man behind her. Virginia glanced back and spoke with her eyes to Draco, 'Go on.'
Draco took the hint and approached the bed of his daughter, "Hello Cecilia. I'm…" Draco broke off; what was he? Friend? Father? No doubt about it Lucius would be furious to find out he had a daughter, with a Weasely nevertheless. But, still, he looked into those eyes. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't lie to her; it was almost like he was being encouraged as he saw Cecilia very lightly smile at him.
"I'm your father" Draco trailed off once again, waiting this time for Cecilia's reaction. He was beyond surprised when he saw her smile widely and paid rapid attention as her small voice spoke the words that almost made him melt inside.
"Hello daddy. I missed you."
Virginia who was standing on the side, watched with slight astonishment, as the facial expressions on Draco changed. His stormy eyes, were filled with misunderstood emotions; emotions that most likely Draco himself was trying to figure out. His face relaxed and his mouth actually formed into a smile. She saw as Cecilia started speaking again, "I took care of mummy, just like you asked."
Draco looked puzzled and shot a questioning glance to Virginia, who just mouthed, 'I'll tell you later.' Draco seemed to accept this as he awkwardly leant forward and also planted a small kiss upon Cecilia's forehead.
Virginia stepped forward and told her daughter that she would spend the night here with her, but had to leave in the morning the next day. She really couldn't afford missing a day of work, not even to spend time with her one and only daughter. Cecilia mutely accepted this and requested a bedtime story to put her to bed.
Virginia preformed a spell softly with her wand and a book appeared and dropped onto Cecilia's bed. It Cecilia's favorite, "The Little Duckling." Draco sat on a chair nearby and watched as Virginia read the story to, an already falling asleep, Cecilia. Slowly he also fell into a deep sleep.
Morning, the next day…
"God, what time is it?" Virginia said as she yawned. She had fallen asleep on a chair, and stirred as she glanced for a clock in the hospital room. Her head was resting on something too soft to be the back of the chair. She raised her head slowly, attempting to avoid a head rush, and gasped at the appearance of the man whose shoulder she was leaning on.
Draco looked so tired and his face, even in his sleep, kept its passive look. She picked herself up to her feet and lightly grasped his shoulder and shook it.
"Draco, wake up." She finally got her glance at the clock and noted that it read nine o' clock. She realized that if she didn't wake up sleeping beauty here, they were both going to be late; so she shook harder and was rewarded with the stern and annoyed face of Draco Malfoy.
He grumbled and also stood on his feet, "What the hell was that for?" Virginia sighed, exasperated; she brought her two hands to his face, and turned his head in the direction of the clock. She watched mutely as he registered the time. He took out his wand, and making sure no one was around, refreshed himself.
He looked ready for the new day. Virginia did the same and they were both ready to leave. Virginia told the nurse that she would return that afternoon to pick up Cecilia and with that, the two walked to the closet they had apparated into the night before, and together, they apparated again.
When they apparated, they landed this time in an elevator heading up to the 77th floor, and luckily they were alone. The elevator reached the 77th floor and mutely the two walked towards Draco's office, trying hard to ignore the curious glances from everyone they passed. Apparently, their stunt yesterday had caused unprecedented attention. Draco, with Virginia trailing behind him, walked into his office and closed the door behind Virginia.
"Well--" Draco started out but was rudely interrupted by the phone. Virginia went to her desk and answered the phone, "Hello, Mr. Malfoy's office, how is it I may help you?" Virginia had perfected her intro speech, in her opinion. Her facial expressions radically changed as she recognized the voice behind the call. She mumbled a silent 'yes' and walked out of the office, commenting to Draco that she would be back.
Virginia walked the same path she had before and slowing opened the door. It was different today; she was invited. "Hello, take a seat," the sleazy and unmistakable sluttish look of Anastasia presented herself to Virginia. Anastasia was only an inch taller than Virginia and her hair was a stringy blond. Already the meeting hadn't started out good. Virginia merely sneered and sat herself down on the opposite side of Anastasia, making sure that she was not seated in the same seat Draco had been 24 hours ago.
"Why have I been called?" Virginia's question was simple, and directed in a clear tone. Virginia waited for the answer, but got thrown off at the reply,
"You're cover has been blown, Virginia…Weasely." Virginia didn't know how she found out but however she did, she was in evident trouble. This girl reported straight to Lucius. Lucius found out she was here then she'd be dead. Her family has been looking for her for a length time now, she knows, she's been reading the wizard papers. They've put out ads and everything. 'Lucius knows where I am, and might ransom me for money or black mail dad. What about Cecilia also? Crap' Virginia's thoughts were speeding by.
Anastasia must've interpreted her silence for something else because what she said next was only adding more fuel to an already fuming Virginia, "You're a waste of my time, you Weasely Bitch." Virginia was so ready to start a fight, her wand hand already itching to be put into action, and her wand readily in her pocket. Alas, the phone rang…
"What?"
"Do you have my secretary in there, Anastasia?"
"Yes, I do."
"Send her back please? My office is over crowding with phone calls." With that Draco Malfoy hung up the phone. He had asked a worker which direction Virginia had gone, and decided to call; he really was getting a lot of calls.
Anastasia placed the phone in its receiver and fixed the most unnerving glare on Virginia, "Draco wants you to answer the calls he's receiving." Virginia, who was suddenly surprised, hid her emotions and quietly made her way to the door, but was stopped by the sneer and harsh comment by Anastasia,
"Draco isn't always going to be around to protect you…Bitch."
The 'bitch' part had been thrown in as an after thought, but it was enough to snap the will that Virginia was trying to obey. She turned around, oh so slowly, and in great strides walked back to Anastasia's desk while saying,
"I don't need any protection. You, on the other hand, should be in a hurry to get some."
Before either could blink Virginia muttered a curse and watched in muse as Anastasia gripped her hair. All that hair she had was slowly falling out. Excusing herself from the situation, Virginia walked back to the office and took those earful phone calls the rest of the day; never hearing from Anastasia, but knowing full out that this was war.
I was already nightfall by the time Virginia finished up. Draco was ready to leave and stopped as Virginia spoke, "Wait, Draco, we need to talk." Draco knew what it was about and quietly waited as Virginia gathered her stuff, and together they made it out the doors. Virginia thought it would be best to speak in a less crowed area so she led Draco to Kimochi Park.
"OK, so this is pretty important, if you want to socialize our daughter, so listen up," Virginia made sure that Draco's undivided attention was on her before continuing, "Cecilia already has an idea of the kind of person her father is. I have told her that he is caring, considerate, and loving. I know that of course this is going to cause a problem, since you most likely are none of the mentioned, but I want you to be that, around her.
I don't want to shatter whatever image she may have of you, and if she knows the real you, then it might be too much to handle. I have constantly told her that her father has gone away, and that he wanted Cecilia to take care of herself and me. It was the ideal that I put in our daughter, that I want to keep alive. Can you please do that one favor for me?"
Everything she felt was now out there, but none of it would be as well received as she thought. She watched in pure dread at the lack of emotion in Draco's eyes. Draco, for that moment, looked like Draco Malfoy the snob that always made fun of her and her brothers in Hogwarts. She must've done that herself because she could be positive he wasn't like that about five minutes ago, before she had made her plea. Nothing was wrong with what she said, so why does he looked so peeved?
Draco said, "Fine, I have to go; I have dinner reservations with Anastasia." His voice was emotionless and his tone none-what-so ever comforting. Virginia could not believe the man standing in front of her.
"Dinner!? I'm talking about our daughter here and you're worried about some dinner reservations with that bitch!?"
With out realizing what was happening, Virginia was pinned between a light pole and Draco, whose right hand was only an inch away; his pointer finger pointing at Virginia. "That's my fiancée you're talking about, so I strongly suggest you back off."
Removing his accusing finger, Draco turned and walked away into the shadows, leaving a shocked and broken Virginia behind him. Virginia slowly spoke, "Fiancée?" Her voice carried by the wind, and unheard by anyone, Virginia broke into sobs. Draco Malfoy was most certainly not caring, considerate, or loving. What had she done? She was finally getting somewhere with Draco and now she had turned him into the bastard Malfoy he was in Hogwarts.
Not to mention her shock to learn that the blond bitch, that she had preformed a hair removing spell on, was Mr. Draco Malfoy's fiancée.
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Can you spell t-w-i-s-t! Sorry everyone about the late delay, I do go to high school you know and it is January; midterm month. Any how here it is chap 7. Thanks to all reviewers ;) you boost my ego. Lol. And special thanks to my beta reader, who seems to be changing her name too much for me to keep track off, but she is the author of The Mistletoe a very good d/g fic.
Oh I am OPEN to ideas please share.
Preview for Chapter 8: With My Will
The unsetting news of Draco's engagement brings unsettling thoughts to Virginia's thoughts, (no she is not falling for him yet)
"…were you ever going to tell me…"
Draco and Cecilia some time to spend together after Virginia surprisingly has a date,
"…Draco can you please take care of Cecilia…"
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Previously in Chapter 6:
"You didn't?" he seemed slightly surprised at this. I nodded in assurance and offered, "You're free to tell her what you want. You can tell her that you are her father or you can tell her that you're just a friend of mine." My voice seemed uncertain about the 'friend' thing and I pulled out my wand ready to apparate. He looked like he was thinking it over and I reached out and snaked my arm around his neck and said, "Come on Draco." We disappeared with a pop.
Opening the Door, To Your Heart
Chapter 7: With My Temper
There were a lot of reasons why Virginia didn't apparate a whole lot. One of the main reasons was because Japan was the kind of city in which you would most likely get caught. So, when she apparated to the hospital, with Draco, she didn't expect to have such a rough landing. She had apparated them to a storage closet near her daughter's room. When they first appeared it was a crammed area so Draco and Virginia were literally squashed against each other.
Virginia grumbled in clear annoyance and attempted to walk towards the storage room door, but because of the close proximity to Draco, she ended up tripping instead bringing herself crashing down onto Draco who had already fallen to the ground. A similar situation to one they were in not just a day or two ago presented itself to Virginia.
Virginia pushed against her hands, which were lying on Draco's muscular chest. She raised herself up and got to her feet in a fluid motion. Glancing back to the silver-head on the floor, she offered her hand.
"Come on." Virginia helped him up and walked towards the door.
Before she got too far, a hand clamped itself around her thin wrist, preventing her from moving towards the door; which was only one foot away. She turned in puzzlement to Draco, wondering at the brash and sudden movement.
"We have to talk. Are you sure that it's ok to tell Cecilia that I'm her father?"
Virginia quizzically answered, "Oh of course I'm sure she can handle it, she is very mature for her age."
"I don't mean her, I mean you. Can you handle whatever I tell her?"
Virginia's eyes glazed with comprehension and the wheels started turning in the back of her mind, attempting to answer the unanswered question. 'I want Cecilia to know who her father is, but is it ok just introducing him in such manner? Cecilia already has a belief of who her father is and what kind of person he is, but none of that is necessarily true. I mean we are talking about Draco Malfoy. Malfoy being the key word; Malfoys are cruel, harsh, and conniving. What she had told Cecilia was the opposite; she had told her that her father was caring, considerate, and loving.
I portrayed the ideal father to her, and never in my thoughts did I imagine actually seeing Draco again. I had buried the past, but never could deny the origins of Cecilia. Now Draco is here; Cecilia's 'loving' father is here. Draco has every right to tell Cecilia what he wants. I really don't want to ruin the image she has of him, so I'm going to have to get him to change his personality at least around Cecilia; if he does tell her that he is her father. If he tells her that he is my friend, then perhaps, all these thoughts are merely unnecessary. It's in his hands.'
"I'm fine with whatever you do," Virginia announced finally seeing Draco nod and jester towards the door. Virginia moved aside and opened the door and finished her sentence, "But, Draco if it is your decision to her that you are her father, soon after that we must talk again." She turned and led him out of the storage closet.
They were glad that it was an empty hallway. With Draco trailing behind her she walked to her daughter's room. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on the petit figure of her daughter lying in blinding white sheets. She swiftly moved to the side of her bed and took her small hand into hers. She then leaned forward and planted a soft meaningful kiss upon her forehead.
Cecilia stirred under the sudden, but comforting, touch. Her eyes slowly opened and focused on the image of her mummy standing right beside her.
"Mummy?" Cecilia's voice was raspy and dry.
The fire had dehydrated Cecilia's body. She had also inhaled smoke, making her cough lightly before she was enclosed by her mother's arms.
"Cecilia, honey, I want you to meet someone," Virginia broke off her embrace as she stepped aside, allowing her daughter to see the man behind her. Virginia glanced back and spoke with her eyes to Draco, 'Go on.'
Draco took the hint and approached the bed of his daughter, "Hello Cecilia. I'm…" Draco broke off; what was he? Friend? Father? No doubt about it Lucius would be furious to find out he had a daughter, with a Weasely nevertheless. But, still, he looked into those eyes. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't lie to her; it was almost like he was being encouraged as he saw Cecilia very lightly smile at him.
"I'm your father" Draco trailed off once again, waiting this time for Cecilia's reaction. He was beyond surprised when he saw her smile widely and paid rapid attention as her small voice spoke the words that almost made him melt inside.
"Hello daddy. I missed you."
Virginia who was standing on the side, watched with slight astonishment, as the facial expressions on Draco changed. His stormy eyes, were filled with misunderstood emotions; emotions that most likely Draco himself was trying to figure out. His face relaxed and his mouth actually formed into a smile. She saw as Cecilia started speaking again, "I took care of mummy, just like you asked."
Draco looked puzzled and shot a questioning glance to Virginia, who just mouthed, 'I'll tell you later.' Draco seemed to accept this as he awkwardly leant forward and also planted a small kiss upon Cecilia's forehead.
Virginia stepped forward and told her daughter that she would spend the night here with her, but had to leave in the morning the next day. She really couldn't afford missing a day of work, not even to spend time with her one and only daughter. Cecilia mutely accepted this and requested a bedtime story to put her to bed.
Virginia preformed a spell softly with her wand and a book appeared and dropped onto Cecilia's bed. It Cecilia's favorite, "The Little Duckling." Draco sat on a chair nearby and watched as Virginia read the story to, an already falling asleep, Cecilia. Slowly he also fell into a deep sleep.
Morning, the next day…
"God, what time is it?" Virginia said as she yawned. She had fallen asleep on a chair, and stirred as she glanced for a clock in the hospital room. Her head was resting on something too soft to be the back of the chair. She raised her head slowly, attempting to avoid a head rush, and gasped at the appearance of the man whose shoulder she was leaning on.
Draco looked so tired and his face, even in his sleep, kept its passive look. She picked herself up to her feet and lightly grasped his shoulder and shook it.
"Draco, wake up." She finally got her glance at the clock and noted that it read nine o' clock. She realized that if she didn't wake up sleeping beauty here, they were both going to be late; so she shook harder and was rewarded with the stern and annoyed face of Draco Malfoy.
He grumbled and also stood on his feet, "What the hell was that for?" Virginia sighed, exasperated; she brought her two hands to his face, and turned his head in the direction of the clock. She watched mutely as he registered the time. He took out his wand, and making sure no one was around, refreshed himself.
He looked ready for the new day. Virginia did the same and they were both ready to leave. Virginia told the nurse that she would return that afternoon to pick up Cecilia and with that, the two walked to the closet they had apparated into the night before, and together, they apparated again.
When they apparated, they landed this time in an elevator heading up to the 77th floor, and luckily they were alone. The elevator reached the 77th floor and mutely the two walked towards Draco's office, trying hard to ignore the curious glances from everyone they passed. Apparently, their stunt yesterday had caused unprecedented attention. Draco, with Virginia trailing behind him, walked into his office and closed the door behind Virginia.
"Well--" Draco started out but was rudely interrupted by the phone. Virginia went to her desk and answered the phone, "Hello, Mr. Malfoy's office, how is it I may help you?" Virginia had perfected her intro speech, in her opinion. Her facial expressions radically changed as she recognized the voice behind the call. She mumbled a silent 'yes' and walked out of the office, commenting to Draco that she would be back.
Virginia walked the same path she had before and slowing opened the door. It was different today; she was invited. "Hello, take a seat," the sleazy and unmistakable sluttish look of Anastasia presented herself to Virginia. Anastasia was only an inch taller than Virginia and her hair was a stringy blond. Already the meeting hadn't started out good. Virginia merely sneered and sat herself down on the opposite side of Anastasia, making sure that she was not seated in the same seat Draco had been 24 hours ago.
"Why have I been called?" Virginia's question was simple, and directed in a clear tone. Virginia waited for the answer, but got thrown off at the reply,
"You're cover has been blown, Virginia…Weasely." Virginia didn't know how she found out but however she did, she was in evident trouble. This girl reported straight to Lucius. Lucius found out she was here then she'd be dead. Her family has been looking for her for a length time now, she knows, she's been reading the wizard papers. They've put out ads and everything. 'Lucius knows where I am, and might ransom me for money or black mail dad. What about Cecilia also? Crap' Virginia's thoughts were speeding by.
Anastasia must've interpreted her silence for something else because what she said next was only adding more fuel to an already fuming Virginia, "You're a waste of my time, you Weasely Bitch." Virginia was so ready to start a fight, her wand hand already itching to be put into action, and her wand readily in her pocket. Alas, the phone rang…
"What?"
"Do you have my secretary in there, Anastasia?"
"Yes, I do."
"Send her back please? My office is over crowding with phone calls." With that Draco Malfoy hung up the phone. He had asked a worker which direction Virginia had gone, and decided to call; he really was getting a lot of calls.
Anastasia placed the phone in its receiver and fixed the most unnerving glare on Virginia, "Draco wants you to answer the calls he's receiving." Virginia, who was suddenly surprised, hid her emotions and quietly made her way to the door, but was stopped by the sneer and harsh comment by Anastasia,
"Draco isn't always going to be around to protect you…Bitch."
The 'bitch' part had been thrown in as an after thought, but it was enough to snap the will that Virginia was trying to obey. She turned around, oh so slowly, and in great strides walked back to Anastasia's desk while saying,
"I don't need any protection. You, on the other hand, should be in a hurry to get some."
Before either could blink Virginia muttered a curse and watched in muse as Anastasia gripped her hair. All that hair she had was slowly falling out. Excusing herself from the situation, Virginia walked back to the office and took those earful phone calls the rest of the day; never hearing from Anastasia, but knowing full out that this was war.
I was already nightfall by the time Virginia finished up. Draco was ready to leave and stopped as Virginia spoke, "Wait, Draco, we need to talk." Draco knew what it was about and quietly waited as Virginia gathered her stuff, and together they made it out the doors. Virginia thought it would be best to speak in a less crowed area so she led Draco to Kimochi Park.
"OK, so this is pretty important, if you want to socialize our daughter, so listen up," Virginia made sure that Draco's undivided attention was on her before continuing, "Cecilia already has an idea of the kind of person her father is. I have told her that he is caring, considerate, and loving. I know that of course this is going to cause a problem, since you most likely are none of the mentioned, but I want you to be that, around her.
I don't want to shatter whatever image she may have of you, and if she knows the real you, then it might be too much to handle. I have constantly told her that her father has gone away, and that he wanted Cecilia to take care of herself and me. It was the ideal that I put in our daughter, that I want to keep alive. Can you please do that one favor for me?"
Everything she felt was now out there, but none of it would be as well received as she thought. She watched in pure dread at the lack of emotion in Draco's eyes. Draco, for that moment, looked like Draco Malfoy the snob that always made fun of her and her brothers in Hogwarts. She must've done that herself because she could be positive he wasn't like that about five minutes ago, before she had made her plea. Nothing was wrong with what she said, so why does he looked so peeved?
Draco said, "Fine, I have to go; I have dinner reservations with Anastasia." His voice was emotionless and his tone none-what-so ever comforting. Virginia could not believe the man standing in front of her.
"Dinner!? I'm talking about our daughter here and you're worried about some dinner reservations with that bitch!?"
With out realizing what was happening, Virginia was pinned between a light pole and Draco, whose right hand was only an inch away; his pointer finger pointing at Virginia. "That's my fiancée you're talking about, so I strongly suggest you back off."
Removing his accusing finger, Draco turned and walked away into the shadows, leaving a shocked and broken Virginia behind him. Virginia slowly spoke, "Fiancée?" Her voice carried by the wind, and unheard by anyone, Virginia broke into sobs. Draco Malfoy was most certainly not caring, considerate, or loving. What had she done? She was finally getting somewhere with Draco and now she had turned him into the bastard Malfoy he was in Hogwarts.
Not to mention her shock to learn that the blond bitch, that she had preformed a hair removing spell on, was Mr. Draco Malfoy's fiancée.
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Can you spell t-w-i-s-t! Sorry everyone about the late delay, I do go to high school you know and it is January; midterm month. Any how here it is chap 7. Thanks to all reviewers ;) you boost my ego. Lol. And special thanks to my beta reader, who seems to be changing her name too much for me to keep track off, but she is the author of The Mistletoe a very good d/g fic.
Oh I am OPEN to ideas please share.
Preview for Chapter 8: With My Will
The unsetting news of Draco's engagement brings unsettling thoughts to Virginia's thoughts, (no she is not falling for him yet)
"…were you ever going to tell me…"
Draco and Cecilia some time to spend together after Virginia surprisingly has a date,
"…Draco can you please take care of Cecilia…"
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