AN: I don't feel like making another disclaimer cause you should know it by now…this work is just based loosely off of JKR and I am getting nothing but self-pride by writing it.

            AN2:This story will flip back and forth between Harry and Draco's POV.

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Draco hadn't seen the room since the day he had left well over 9 years ago.  It was relatively small for a bedroom, like most of the room's in the Burrow, and was draped in a sheer painting of sunny yellow color.  Unlike Ron's old room which was awkward and overly bright, this room was calming and sweet and touched a tender side in Draco's unusually black heart.  The bed was pushed up against the wall and the one window projected a dimly colored night sky through its cotton colored drapes.

            It had been their room.  His and Ginny's, back when there was such a thing, and he had expected her to retreat to its solace when he had walked through the front door.  It was the only room in the Burrow that hadn't been changed over the years.  Ron's room had become Lillian's, Fred and George's old room had become Andrew's, Charlie and Bill's had become Michael's, and Percy's had become Melinda's.  But Ginny's room…their room…had always remained untouched.  He assumed, as he watched his wife sob pitifully into a light tartan pillow, the room had remained as her one memory of their past.

            He crossed the room to stand beside her, unsure if it would be appropriate to sit beside her.  He had sent Marcy out into the yard shortly after their encounter in the foyer, telling her that he needed some time to talk things over with Ginny.  The girl had nodded exuberantly and skipped off smiling, the once shed tears only evident on the floor in front of the door. Draco had been slightly surprised by her reaction to him; the way she had gripped him into a hug and simply cried joyously was overwhelming.  No one had ever been that happy to see him in his entire life.

            No one except Ginny.  He remembered every bit of their relationship, even the parts that were still slightly befuddled with anger and hatred, and he remembered perfectly the times when she would simply hold him and tell him that she loved him.  He remembered the look she had given him on Harry's 17th birthday, the way her eyes had filled with emotion as he pulled her aside and told her to give his pitiful excuse for redemption a second chance.

            "Ginny." He whispered, making up his mind to sit beside her.  Her back immediately tensed as the mattress sunk a bit from his weight and he laid a very gentle hand across the middle, rubbing his fingers across the fabric of her back carefully.  Her breathing had grown lighter and her sobs were quieter but the air was heavy with tension as he simply sat near her, saying nothing at all.

            She flipped suddenly, her stomach becoming the pathway of his fingers and her eyes locking on his.  They were puffy but still vibrantly coffee colored as they stared at him, as if searching him for something.  Her hair was flamboyant, almost like a fire colored halo, about her head.  In Draco's mind, she was nothing short of stunning, "I see Marcy noticed you." She said tersely, her lips curling into a slight frown.

            Draco hadn't been expecting that answer.  His brow puckered together, "What do you mean?" He asked briskly, "I didn't even think she would recognize me.  She was so young…"

            "She stole a picture from my room in Manchester when she was about 7." Ginny replied mundanely, "She's carried it with her for forever.  Maybe she simply memorized your face."

            "Ginny…what's wrong?" He asked calmly, catching the hitch in her voice.

            "You've been gone for 9 years Draco." She started through gritted teeth, pushing his hand that had been drawing lazy circles on her stomach away from her, "9 years without a single letter, a single notice that you were alive and fine."

            "I was imprisoned most of the time!" He yelled a bit before lowering his voice as her eyes scorned him, "Even when I wasn't, I couldn't write anyone.  Neither could Harry.  I couldn't give up our position…"

            "So your position meant more to you than keeping in touch with your family?" She asked through bit back tears, her eyes swelling a bit and her cheeks flushing crimson, "Draco…you've missed out on everything.  You've missed out on Marcy's first showing, you've missed out on her first trip to school, and you've missed out on her first Hogwarts letter.  Hell you missed your son being born!  Did you even know you had a son?"

            He went to reply but she cut him short, sitting up abruptly on the bed, "You've missed everything in your children's lives, in my life and you just up and assume you can walk back in and everything will be the same!" She yelled, getting flustered as tears began to flow down her cheeks.  She wiped at them angrily, muttering something about not wanting to cry under her breath.

            "Ginny…everything will be okay…we can…"

            "We can't do anything Draco!" She yelled again, pounding her fists against his chest as she stood from the bed, "I thought you were fucking dead.  Blaise Zambini gave me control of your mother's account because he thought you were dead.  I…I can't believe you think you can just stride back into my life.  I…no we… were doing fine without you!" She screamed again before, as if coming to her senses, stopping abruptly and running from the room.  Draco could hear the pitter patter of feet dashing up a flight of stairs and the very loud bang of a door above him, sending the ghoul that lived across the hall pounding on the drainpipes.  He fell back against the bed, allowing himself to become absorbed into the tartan pillows and the smell of Ginny's shampoo.

            Through blistering tears that had finally drained from his eyes, Draco mumbled, "Welcome Home" bitterly before falling into a terrible sleep.

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            Harry had awoken on the ground, his hands lying in the soft green grass of the homemade pitch and his glasses askew.  From the hot air that was hovering above his face he presumed that people were huddled about him, a few whispering excitedly.  He could hear Ron, repeatedly yelling "Blimey" as he paced back and forth by his right side while Hermione (whose footsteps were much lighter) was attempting to shush him.

            Harry opened his eyes just slightly.  The sun was bright as he stared upwards at his son, who happened to be looking directly at him.  The boy's eyes, which were hazel, were very bright.  It appeared (by the bustling around him) that he was the only one to realize that Harry was really awake and had, for whatever reason, decided to not tell those around him.  He was smiling just a bit, almost cockily, and he was throwing the Golden Snitch between his hands.

Silly boy, has to go and prove himself by catching it anyway.

Merlin knows I would have done the same thing at his age.

            It seemed Ron had noticed he was awake because he was yelling again and pulling at Harry's arms to move him up.  He was pulled into an immediate hug by Ron and Hermione.  Hermione seemed to be crying and Ron was punching his back roughly.  Harry (after readjusting his glasses) looked to the ground where Ron's Cleansweep lay in pieces, a look of sorrow crossing over his face.

            "Sorry about the broom mate." Harry laughed a bit, crossing to it, "I'll buy you another one."

            "Don't worry Harry, Ron can get a new one." Hermione interjected, throwing him a happy smile, "The broom was the least of our worries.  If it wasn't for Mel…well I don't know who else would have been able to react fast enough to keep you from hitting the ground when you blacked out."

            Harry gulped as he turned in the direction of his wife, who was tending to the little girl by the swing.  She refused to look his way, even as Ron shouted for her, causing Harry's insides to burn as he became dizzy again.

            "Dad are you alright?" Andrew asked, grabbing hold of his arm, "Do you need to sit down or anything?"

            "N-No I'm fine…"  Ron and Hermione looked at each other and moved away, grabbing the darker skinned boy by the collar and dragging him with them.  Andrew moved Harry to the chairs beside the chess set and allowed him to sit, pulling up the chair beside him.

            "Mum will be okay." The boy reassured him, placing a loving hand on his knee, "She was surprised to see you.  I wouldn't blame her you know.  Didn't know you would ever….you know…"

            "Yeah I know son."  Harry said simply, running a hand through his hair, "I never meant to…"

            "Leave us?" Andrew asked calmly, looking back at him as if it wasn't the first time he had seen the older man in 9 years, "I know Dad.  I promised you I'd take care of everyone.  I did just that.  I never thought you weren't coming back." He stopped and looked over to where the girl was swinging and where Melinda was standing, "You told me that you would always love me.  I never forgot you know.  I always remembered."

            Harry moved from his seat and pulled his son to his feet, embracing him in a loving hug.  They boy seemed to start crying into his shoulder, his 13 year old body rippling beneath Harry's fingertips as he patted the boy's back affectionately.  He sniffed as he pulled away, running a finger across the edge of his hazel eyes and into his puffy brown hair.  He pointed to the swing, to where Melinda was standing, and ushered Harry off.

            Harry approached carefully and quietly.  Melinda was more gorgeous than his dreams had given her credit for and she looked radiant underneath the tree that the small dark haired girl was swinging from.  He remembered the way they had stood beneath the Eiffel Tower with the rest of the Weasley's, her body fitting gently against his as he hugged her tightly.  He remembered when Andrew was born, how happy he had felt for the first time in his life.  He remembered the feeling that had filled his chest the first time he had ever seen her in her wedding gown, gliding down the isle towards him.  Everything had been perfect.  Hell, she was perfect.

            He was surprised that, when she turned around, her face was lacking the animosity or rejection he was expecting.  Her eyes were dark but full of love and her body was shivering just a bit from the tears that were beckoning them.  He began to run towards her and she ran at him, her arms engulfing him when they reached each other and he threw her into the air.  Her chin found his shoulder and his fingers found her hair as he mumbled countless I love you's into her ear.

            "Oh Harry." She breathed out as he finally pulled away from her, "I thought…I just thought…"

            "Don't think." He whispered as he cupped her face in his hands, "Just know that I'd never leave you.  You're everything."  He kissed her soundly then, not caring who was watching at the moment other than her, and everything about her.  He didn't see the small girl, who was still sucking on her thumb, approach the couple and stare up at them through confused young eyes.

            "Harry…" Melinda mumbled (breaking from the kiss) pointing down at the girl that was hugging her legs before picking her up in her arms, "This is Lillian, Lillian Gemma Potter.  Say hi Lillian, this is your daddy."

            The girl chewed thoughtfully as Harry approached her, casually leaning out his right hand to stroke her midnight colored hair.  Suddenly, she let out a yelp and kicked her mother, causing her to fall to the ground effectively.  She took off across the Burrow lawn, sprinting as far away from Harry as possible and into the house.  His heart seemed to drop into his stomach as he looked at Melinda, who seemed unaffected by the whole ordeal.  When she noticed the glare in his eye she laughed a bit, pulling him into a large hug and wrapping herself underneath his arm.

            "Don't think much of Lillian." She replied quietly, moving them towards the Burrow, "She has always been slightly…timid.  Must have gotten that from my side of the family.  She rarely talks at all, quite sad for an 8 year old, and I'm honestly not surprised that she ran from you."  She shushed his next words with a kiss as they moved inside.  Despite the fact that his daughter, the little girl he hadn't known had existed, had run from him, Harry felt more content than he had ever felt in his entire life, maybe even more than he did while flying.  Smiling to himself and promising himself to work on Lillian the following day, he continued to walk with his wife and pulled his son (whose side he had reached) underneath his arm.

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            Draco watched his son attempt to lift a very large photo album into his lap.  It was tied with a ribbon and the word Memories was etched into the cover, making it shimmer a bit in the simple candle light of the sitting room.  The 9 year old was having a rather difficult time pulling the book into his lap, which appeared to be about twice his size and double his weight.  Draco laughed as the album tumbled to the floor and his son let out a very annoyed gurgle.  Moving towards him, Draco extended a hand forward and picked up the album with ease, handing it to him.

            "Here, I know it's heavy." He smiled simply and moved to the squishy sofa across from the boy, folding his arms about his one knee.  The boy simply smirked and opened the album slowly; letting is fingers run across the gold embossed pages and beautiful pictures.  Draco remembered the book rather fondly, it was the first gift ever given to him at his Bachelor party.  Colin Creevy had designed it, even down to the very last picture, and it contained almost every Weasley or Malfoy memory the man ever recorded.  Funny it was, he thought, finding such an heirloom now.  However, a slight intake of breath in front of him drove him from his stupor, his glassy metallic eyes focusing on the boy in front of him.

            "They move." The boy whispered, pointing at the picture on the first page.  Draco laughed and moved across to where he was sitting.  The picture he was pointing to was a memorable one in deed.  It was of the Hogwarts Express during Draco's 7th year.  Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville were smiling brightly and waving at the picture.  In the corner you could see the picture form of Draco, watching the group with sad eyes and pacing back and forth.  Picture Ginny looked over her shoulder a few times and even her eyes couldn't mask her displeasure of not having him in the picture.  Draco smiled a bit as he ran his finger over Ginny, who seemed rather annoyed and moved out of the way, "You're on there…"

            "I'm Draco." He whispered lightly as the boy moved over and gave him room on the couch.  He slipped into the seat and allowed the album to slide across his knees as the boy continued to look at the pictures.

            "I'm Julian.  You're my dad aren't you?" He asked casually, never looking up.

            "Julian…you don't have to…"

            "I don't have to what?  Talk to you?  You seem nice enough." The boy shrugged, allowing his head to fall on Draco's shoulder as he yawned loudly, "Will you tell me about the pictures?" He asked, changing the subject.

            Draco merely smiled and began to do just that, explaining everything from Potion's classes to Quidditch to the Yule Ball.  He pointed out some of the finer parts of his wedding and even the blissful second honeymoon in Paris.  The final picture was of him and Ginny, sitting leisurely on a summit with a picnic basket spread out about them.  It was the only muggle picture in the entire book, he noticed, as the smiling Ginny in the picture didn't move and the wind didn't blow in the trees behind them.  Draco's arm was wrapped around Ginny's growing belly and her hand was encased with a little girl that seemed no older than 2 years.  Draco felt a silent tear begin to roll down his cheek as he went to open his mouth, despite the fact that no words came out.

            "He's asleep." A soft voice rang out from the doorway to the kitchen, its suppleness breaking the lingering silence of the sitting room.  Looking down, Draco realized that Julian truly was asleep, his eyelashes fluttering from his equal breathing and his auburn colored hair frazzled across Draco's shoulder.  He smiled simply and moved the boy, allowing him to lay across the couch alone as Draco stood.  He summoned a blanket from the couch across from him and allowed it to drape across Julian, who immediately curled into a tiny ball.

            "He's beautiful." Draco murmured, moving towards Ginny.

            "He is isn't he?" She asked, barely taking her eyes off of him, "He is bubbling for a nine year old.  He speaks up a lot for his sister and usually hides things from me.  He doesn't accept defeat and is quite popular."  She softened for a bit as Draco approached her and he was almost certain he heard her mumble the words like his father.

            "Gin…"

            "Draco do you know why I named him Julian?" She asked, flippantly ignoring him, "You told me that story of your mother.  She met a man named Julius Morterer didn't she?"

            "Yes." He grumbled, not wishing to discuss his mother at the moment.

            "He was her first love." She whispered, "I suppose I owe her stories a lot.  Without them…without her persistence…I wouldn't have Julian."

            "Gin…"
            "You would have made a good father." She whispered again, still refusing to look him in the eye, "They would have loved you.  Julian would have learned to be an amazing Seeker and become as great at Potion's as you are.  Marcy might not be so quiet all the time..."

            "I still can be." He shot back at her, attempting to keep his temper from sparking, "They're my kids Ginny.  I love them."

            "You left."

            "I promised I'd come back.  I did.  Damn Ginny, I had to go away don't you understand that?  Isn't keeping my promise to always love you enough?  You never gave up on me, not even in those tough times the summer we got together, not even when I acted like my bloody father….why are you giving up on me now?" He asked.  When she was silent he moved to her and cupped her chin in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes, "I love you Ginny.  I always will.  I want to be back in your life.  I know I can't make up 9 years…damn I've thought about that everyday since I went to Russia…but Merlin help me if he thinks I'm not going to try my hardest to be with you.  I can't imagine life without you.  That's what kept me going in Murmansk, just the thought of you.  The thought of this…" He pushed his hand into her hair and coiled his fingers in the tresses, "…and everything about you.  About us.  Hell Ginny, I know you've gotten along just fine without me.  I could leave…"

            "Draco…"

            "Let me finish." He said sternly, running his fingers about her lips, "I could leave.  I could walk out that door right now and never look back.  I could leave you and the kids behind and forget about it." He sighed, staring at her lips, which were full and pink toned, "But I don't think I could live with myself if I ever lost you."

            Her eyes begin to fill with tears before he lightly pressed his lips to hers.  She hesitated a minute before allowing him in, allowing him into her heart that had been closed for far too long.  In a spurt of passion he lifted her off her feet and into his arms, making his way towards the bedroom that he had only visited that afternoon.

            Neither Ginny nor Draco, wrapped up in there passion, noticed the smiling form of a young nine year old from the couch behind them.  Julian wrapped his fingers into the blanket that covered him, engulfing himself in the woodsy smell of hand made linens and the perfect picture of his redheaded mother and metallic eyed father.

            Julian's eyelids slipped closed as the midnight bell finally rung, the last image in his eyes being of his family, finally together.

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AN: Okay! A few things before I close this up:

YEP THEY ARE HOME AND EVERYTHING'S SETTLED. It seems as if Draco conquered his issues when it came to his family through some tenderness and Harry (although he won over Melinda) will need to work a bit to keep his daughter.  (A great model of this daughter/father strife is also really well portrayed in the movie the Patriot).  The following chapter will FINALLY post the reason why this story is R rated (mixture of some romance and some language) as well as what Marcy decides in regards to her Hogwarts stay. The most important thing comes from this next update…I am going to New York for 3 weeks over the summer. I promise to work on this, Rings, and my next story in creation during that time.  I can't guarantee any posts while I'm gone, but the chapters will be created, edited, and ready for print when I get home. Happy summer!