He walked back into her life.  After 16 years of not wanting anything to do with her and her daughter, Draco wanted to back in her life.  It was unexpected.  To say the least.

Bianca stared at the man in front of her.  She didn't know him.  Of course she had seen the pictures.  Draco Malfoy, famous runaway.  She already knew he ran away.  He ran away from her.  He ran away from her mother.  No one ever knew famous Draco Malfoy was he father.  It was their secret.  Meaning Bianca, her mum's and Draco's secret.  Bianca had never seen the man in the flesh, only pictures.   In magazines were the latest ones, but her favourites were the ones when he was at school.  With her mother.  She knew Draco didn't like her uncle or her substitute-dad.  They probably would have hated him more if they knew he left her mum.  They probably would have hated him if they knew he was the one that knocked he up.  Actually, they'd hate him just for breathing.

Draco didn't actually think he would ever walk through her door again.  He didn't think he would ever see her again.  Draco was pacing up and down the street thinking of how to talk to her.  He decided that he should do whatever came naturally.

It was so hard.  Especially when she looks so much like her mother.  Ginny Weasley.  She was an exact replica, except for the eyes, and things that aren't natural.  That you have to learn.  Like flying, or her smirk.  Her eyes were his.  Her hair was red, but you could pick out the silver-blonde streaks she had naturally.  Dumbledore knew.  So did Snape, because when Draco came to visit Bianca when she was small, he stayed in Snape's rooms.  And Snape didn't treat her like the others in her year.  Even if she was in Ravenclaw (a combination of both Slytherin and Gryffindor) and she was the smartest witch in the school, even at her age.  This isn't what Draco had been told; this is what he saw in the several weeks at school.

Bianca saw him a couple of times at Hogwarts.  She wasn't going to be able to avoid him forever as he lived in Hogsmeade and was the new DADA teacher.  Bianca usually pretended to be sick in all her DADA lessons, except when exams were on.  She did all her DADA exams, and passed with flying colours.  Maybe she always passed out of guilt because her father wasn't there for her when she grew up.  Bianca didn't know.  Nor did she really care, because she didn't know this man.  The man that is standing in front of her.

"Bia--"

"Don't."

"Don't what?" Draco asked her daughter.

"Don't tell me how much you wanted to stay, but you had to leave.  Don't say that, because if you wanted to stay, you would've."

"It's not that easy."

"I'm sure you would have had holidays."

Draco had runaway when he was sixteen.  He wasn't what his father wanted, so he ran.  And ran hard.  He found the safe path to Hogwarts, and even knocked on Hagrid's door.  Hagrid, ignoring all the mean things Draco had said to him and done, he had taken care of him.  Hagrid had set up where he was going to live for the rest of the holidays.  The Weasleys.  At first Draco hated the idea.  But ended up thinking that it wouldn't be as bad as going back to Malfoy Manor.  And Mrs. Weasley didn't treat him like he thought he would be treated.  She treated him like a son.  Better than her son.  Draco didn't go home, again.  Mrs. Weasley had been nice enough to extend his welcome to the rest of his time at Hogwarts.  That was Mrs. Weasley's take and Mr. Weasley didn't care that much either.  The males of the Weasley household weren't impressed.  They had Draco Malfoy coming to stay.  The single person in the world that doesn't like Ron or Harry and Hermione.  It didn't help that he did everything he could to beat them at Quidditch.  And that his father gave Ginny Riddle's diary.  And that he had been in the I.S. with Umbridge.  None of the male Weasley children like him.  But they got use to it.  They had to.

That left: little Ginny.  Innocent Virginia Weasley.  She didn't have anything to say about him coming.  In fact she didn't know until a couple of days before hand when she came hone from Romania, where she had been staying with Charlie.  She was the one that said the least about him coming to stay when she should've been the most after Ron, perhaps.  After all, she was the one that got Riddle's diary.  But when her mother told her, all she said was 'oh' and left for her room.  She didn't come out for two days.  Her family left her after being snapped at when they tried to get her to come out.  The Weasleys thought it was shock.  It wasn't.  Ginny herself better than that.  She knew, above everything, she was in love with him.  Ok, not in love at this moment, but she had a huge crush on him.  She didn't know when this transpired but it had.  The only thought she had those several days prior to his coming was, 'Why did I have to choose him?'

The answer came when he came.  It didn't come immediately, but by the second week of having him there, she knew.  There is nothing else to do, but want him.  That's why I had to choose him.  It made sense to her.  And to him, apparently, because he also had had the same thought and the same answer.  He didn't do anything about it until two weeks before school was about to start.  He caught her smirking at him when he said something that no one else saw as funny.  After everyone was asleep, he got up and left his room.  He snuck into Ginny's room, something he had never done before, even with a reputation like his.  He crawled on top of Ginny, and when she was nearly awake, he covered her mouth with his hand.  Ginny's eyes snapped open.  She was going to scream but the hand on her mouth made it a little difficult.  She was breathing very fast, and her heart was beating even faster.  Draco looked into her.  Not at her, but into her eyes.  And he saw everything.  He knew her immediately.  Draco removed his hand from her mouth, and moved his head down towards her.  Ginny moved her head slightly up.  When their lips touched, it was instant.  They both knew it.  This is what they wanted for the rest of their lives.  But yet, they knew it wasn't going to happen.  Too many complications.  Families, friends and reporters stood in their way.  It was something that was too hard to achieve for either of them.

Ginny had a tear rolling down her face.  Draco put his forehead on hers.  "I know baby," he said to her.  Ginny kissed him.  They had fallen in love.