I am SOOOOOOO sorry that I haven't posted in so long. I really, really wanted to post last week and for a while now, but I am on restriction from just about everything. I haven't been able to go on the computer except for homework so I haven't been able to write this until now. My sister was really nice and let me use her laptop--without the wireless card. She's gonna upload it for me. I love ya sis! Now on with the SHOW!!!!!

Disclaimer: Yep, still don't own anything, but now I have Orlando Bloom on my ceiling!

* Remember When

Thirty seemed so old

Now lookin' back

It's just a stepping stone

To where we are, where we been

Said we'd do it all again*

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Forty-nine year old Virginia Malfoy's eyes opened in a flash and she sat up rapidly. Again she had dreamt about the night she had told her husband of her pregnancy with their last child. This was the fourth time this week and she knew exactly why; Their youngest child, Zaviera Riley Malfoy, was graduating Hogwarts in two days' time.

Ginny glanced at the other side of the bed, taking note of her husband's absence. Immediately she knew where he was. Draco Malfoy had taken to brooding in the presence of the warming fire in the library every morning for the past few months with a cup of strong coffee.

As he stared into the mezmorizing flames he thought of his children and his wife. In all his younger years he never could have imagined that he would end up like this. The idea of Draco Malfoy becoming a loving father and husband was an entirely ludicrous one for the longest time. But here he was, father of six adults and loving husband of the youngest Weasley. Well, she wasn't the youngest of the Weasley clan anymore and she had lived the majority of her life as a Malfoy so that couldn't be said any longer.

However, his thoughts were mainly of his youngest daughter. The first female Malfoy that had ever had red hair was his youngest daughter. Now she was eighteen and though she had been going to Hogwarts for the past seven years she had still been theirs. This summer she wasn't coming home to stay.

After graduation she was returning to the Manor to collect her things and then she was going to move into a flat with her best friend, Zoe Potter They had chosen a flat in downtown muggle London and they were both beginning work soon after leaving school.

Zavie had decided on becoming a medi-witch and had an internship at St. Mungo's. Her hopes were high that she could become a traveling medi-witch--sent wherever she was needed. The first stop on her list was America. Anywhere in America; If they could send her there then she would go.

Draco belived, in true father-fashion, that his daughter could do whatever she wanted. Unless that Potter-boy became serious with her (which was entirely possible) then she would live out her dream.

Without Caelan Potter in the picture she would make it, unfortunately he was in the picture. Of course Draco hadn't really liked him at first, but the boy was interesting, well-behaved, and overall seemed to be a very good person. Against his own wishes he had accepted Caelan who practically became part of the family. In their first year she had become best friends with him and his twin sister. Since then they had been nearly inseperable. Every summer Caelan and Zoe came to stay at the Manor with the Malfoys for two weeks and then Zavie would spend two weeks with them at their home.

Up until they entered their sixth year when Caelan worked up the courage to make his first move, kissing her rather shyly in the common room after a long night of studying. When she asked him for a reason he said it was a good-luck kiss for the test the next day. Obviously Zavie saw right through him and from that moment on they were Hogwarts' cutest couple.

Holding hands as they walked to class, long "good-luck kisses" before quidditch games, lounging in each other's arms in the common room, and finishing each other's sentences made them the most loved couple at the school. In addition they had never broken up which was highly unusual. Most couples broke up at least once or twice then had a "long" relationship (about five months) before breaking up for good. Caelen and Zavie were of the few sweethearts that had been together for longer than a year.

The point is that she is far too attached to him to leave him.

"But if he doesn't propose soon then she'll just go. She can't wait around forever when she has dreams of her own," Draco found himself thinking.

A selfish part of him wanted Caelan to propose just so that he would have reassurance that his baby girl wouldn't be leaving the country for a while. However, that could easily be worse than her going off to America because then his daughter really wouldn't be his any longer. She was already devoted to Caelan, but once they were married Caelan would be her entire life. The same way he had devoted himself to Ginny she would herself to Caelan.

At their wedding, his and Virginia's, he had seen tears welling up in Arthur's eyes as he walked Ginny down to aisle to Draco. Then during the ceremony the tears had overflowed yet Arthur had been smiling as he nearly shook as he cried. Molly cried as well, but Draco understood that. He couldn't grasp why Arthur had been crying though and only now was he beginning to wrap his mind around the reason.

A man's daughter is a precious thing. When they have to give them away to another man they are putting their whole trust in the other man. At the same time they are letting go of the girl who had been raised by them. Some people say that when a man marries he will marry a woman much like his mother. The same can be said for a woman. Girls look up to their fathers and their husband will be like them. Women want their husbands to be wonderful fathers and if they find someone alike in personality to their own fathers then they find themselves somehow assured.

Draco knew that letting go of his daughters would be harder than when his sons married. Already two of his sons had married and Molly was newly engaged. The understanding of what was happening was hitting him with full force. Empty-nest syndrome was setting in. Soon they would have a house full of cats that they talked to.

The flames danced in front of his eyes and he was so captivated by them that he did not look up when he felt his wife's hand fall lightly on his shoulder.

Then he spoke softly, "Ginny."

"Mmmhmm?"

"Don't ever, under any circumstances let me buy any cats." Draco looked up for a moment and she grinned at him.

"I won't. Believe me, I won't." She kissed his cheek and stretched out on the couch across from the one he sat on.

With an urgent glow in his gray eyes he spoke once more, "Promise me."

Ginny tilted her head and looked at him as though slightly amused.

"Please," he begged shamelessly.

"Alright. I promise." She flashed a smile in his direction and a comfortable silence fell over them as they continued thinking of thir youngest child's upcoming graduation from the Wizarding school.

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