-Chapter 4-
"Dray are you awake?" Ginny asked that night in bed. "How can I sleep? It's been 17 years since I saw you last. Now I have a daughter and a weeding to plan." Draco stared at his fiancee in the dim light.
"Remember our three years anniversary?" She smiled. "Yeah. The part I really remember is the week after and the beating I received from your brothers," He winced. Ginny giggled. "What's so funny? That was painful." Draco snapped.
"You know you're cute when your angry." Ginny traced a finger along his jaw. 'Oh am I. So if I'm so cute you wouldn't mind if I do this?" Draco lifted her chin with his finger.
He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. His tongue begged entrance to her mouth. She granted it eagerly. His tongue explored her mouth for the first time in 17 years.
"Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to get a cot for you but I think you're fine where you are." A surprised voice drifted through the doorway. They broke apart to see Anna standing shocked in the doorway.
"What are you doing up, Miss?" Ginny scolded sitting up in bed. "Seeing for the first time in my life my mom in bed with a guy." Anna smirked.
"Hey! I'm not just a guy. I'm your father. That counts some right." Draco said jokingly. "Of course. I thought you just might wait 'til I was asleep." Anna turned and headed out of the room.
"Oh, Anna." Ginny laughed laying back down. "It was your own fault you know?" Draco yelled after her.
"Sure! Whatever!" Anna yelled back. He sighed laying down next to Ginny again "What did you teach her in these 17 years?"
"Assertiveness," Ginny smiled, "That's what got me you." "Sure. Now where were we?" Draco grinned back.
"Right about here." She leaned in pressing her lips on his. "I knew you'd start again once I left." Anna's triumphant voice came from the door again.
"Anna!" Ginny screamed jumping out of bed and chasing her out of the room. Draco could hear Ginny down the hall. He sighed and got up to follow. She was defiantly Mrs. Weasley's child.
-Anna's Bedroom-
"Anna I haven't seen him in 17 whole years and when I try to kiss him you keep interrupting. Now do you understand why I'm mad at you." Ginny cried. "Sorry Mom. It's just so much fun to make you angry. You get all red in the face and grow about ten feet." Anna laughed.
Draco entered the room, "Hope I'm not interrupting but we've got the 6:00 flight to London. We've got to get up in, like, five or six hours. We really need to get some sleep."
"Alright. Anna get to sleep fast, 'k hon? Let's go Dray, I need sleep desperately." Ginny trudged out of the room. Anna made to get into bed.
"Hey Ann," Draco said as he left the room, "go easy on your mom. She's under a bunch of stress. She has to meet the family she hasn't seen in 17 years. This is really hard on her." Anna lay down in her bed thinking about what her father had said. Her Father! Wow that was a new phrase.
She fell asleep thinking about how her new life was going to be. She smiled as she saw Sam's smiling face. With that she fell asleep.
"Dray are you awake?" Ginny asked that night in bed. "How can I sleep? It's been 17 years since I saw you last. Now I have a daughter and a weeding to plan." Draco stared at his fiancee in the dim light.
"Remember our three years anniversary?" She smiled. "Yeah. The part I really remember is the week after and the beating I received from your brothers," He winced. Ginny giggled. "What's so funny? That was painful." Draco snapped.
"You know you're cute when your angry." Ginny traced a finger along his jaw. 'Oh am I. So if I'm so cute you wouldn't mind if I do this?" Draco lifted her chin with his finger.
He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. His tongue begged entrance to her mouth. She granted it eagerly. His tongue explored her mouth for the first time in 17 years.
"Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to get a cot for you but I think you're fine where you are." A surprised voice drifted through the doorway. They broke apart to see Anna standing shocked in the doorway.
"What are you doing up, Miss?" Ginny scolded sitting up in bed. "Seeing for the first time in my life my mom in bed with a guy." Anna smirked.
"Hey! I'm not just a guy. I'm your father. That counts some right." Draco said jokingly. "Of course. I thought you just might wait 'til I was asleep." Anna turned and headed out of the room.
"Oh, Anna." Ginny laughed laying back down. "It was your own fault you know?" Draco yelled after her.
"Sure! Whatever!" Anna yelled back. He sighed laying down next to Ginny again "What did you teach her in these 17 years?"
"Assertiveness," Ginny smiled, "That's what got me you." "Sure. Now where were we?" Draco grinned back.
"Right about here." She leaned in pressing her lips on his. "I knew you'd start again once I left." Anna's triumphant voice came from the door again.
"Anna!" Ginny screamed jumping out of bed and chasing her out of the room. Draco could hear Ginny down the hall. He sighed and got up to follow. She was defiantly Mrs. Weasley's child.
-Anna's Bedroom-
"Anna I haven't seen him in 17 whole years and when I try to kiss him you keep interrupting. Now do you understand why I'm mad at you." Ginny cried. "Sorry Mom. It's just so much fun to make you angry. You get all red in the face and grow about ten feet." Anna laughed.
Draco entered the room, "Hope I'm not interrupting but we've got the 6:00 flight to London. We've got to get up in, like, five or six hours. We really need to get some sleep."
"Alright. Anna get to sleep fast, 'k hon? Let's go Dray, I need sleep desperately." Ginny trudged out of the room. Anna made to get into bed.
"Hey Ann," Draco said as he left the room, "go easy on your mom. She's under a bunch of stress. She has to meet the family she hasn't seen in 17 years. This is really hard on her." Anna lay down in her bed thinking about what her father had said. Her Father! Wow that was a new phrase.
She fell asleep thinking about how her new life was going to be. She smiled as she saw Sam's smiling face. With that she fell asleep.
