He sat on the long bench and watched the girls playing. The brown and red
of their hair glinted in the sunlight as they danced and giggled. The
smallest of the three hopped from one foot to the other, trying to
understand the looks her new friends exchanged. She gasped in delight as
the four year old twins slowly lifted a set of balls into the air and sent
then wobbling around in circles. She scrunched her face up and
concentrated on a block not to far from her. Draco felt a brief pity that
the little girl would not be able to match her friends trick. He stood up,
ready to rush to her aid once the tears of her failure came, but slammed
back into his seat in amazement.
The little brown haired daughter of muggles was beaming at his Goddaughters as her block weaved in and out of their balls.
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August second, late evening
Draco took the girls to the park today and Nadia and I had a women's day in. It was lovely. We chatted and gossiped while watching muggle movies about love and romance. We had soda, popcorn, and far too much chocolate for our own good. She told me what she has been up to since her divorce.
I cannot understand why that man insists on tormenting her. He left her, so what causes all the nastiness? She said she had come to visit because David was insisting that she bring Jenny to some sort of cult ceremony that is his religions equivalent to marriage. I know that wizards and witches have an oddball or two, but muggles seem to take the cake with all their strange rituals and practices.
I am told that David is weird even by muggle standards, which is why Nadia had no trouble getting full custody and the like. From what I gather, all she had to do was tell the courts the terrible things that David did in the name of his gods and they let her have all she requested. She asked me if I thought that his insanity might be genetic. I told her to watch Jenny carefully for signs of his ailment and recommended that she bring the child to a medi-wizard if she found them. As Head of the Department of Muggle Relations, I can give her the authorization that she needs to do so.
When Draco returned with Jenny, he was in a state of shock. I asked him what had happened, but he just looked at me blankly and told me he had to conduct an investigation before he could answer my questions. I did not press the matter, and the rest afternoon passed pleasantly.
Only three more days till Marty's get together. I cannot wait. As much as I enjoy spending time with my namesake, Nadia and I need some quality adult time. We arranged for Fred to watch her, which is way Draco took care of his daughters today, and plan to spend the night being bad girls. My darling Draco says he is determined to take as many pictures as possible, and I dared him to make the night memorable.
August sixth, early afternoon
It is far too bright out. My head still aches from last night's indulgence, and all I want is to stick my head in a bucket of cool water. Draco, that insufferable prig, has been laughter and sunshine all bloody day long. It is so unfair that hangover potions have no effect on me.
I wish I could tell you all about the party, but I snuck off with a certain blonde god fairly early in the evening and spent all night wrapped in his arms. The way that man kisses should be a crime. We danced to every slow dance and feed each other decadent treats. By the end of the evening, I was drunk on wine and strong passions and cared for little more than the fact that I was snuggled safe in his arms.
This morning was full of demure looks and snide remarks. Something big happened and I seem to be the only one who does not know what it was. From Nadia's blushes and Draco's pointed comments, I think that she and Marty might have renewed their friendship. Would not that be wonderful? I can think of nothing better for my two friends then for them to find a bit of the happiness I share with my lover.
Something rather strange happened a few hours ago. Draco bundled up Jenny and took her to "see the sights." Is this the same man who said only a week ago that muggles have their uses but should be kept from the sight of decent wizards? I can only hope that his encounters with Nadia and her child have opened that narrow thing he calls a mind.
August twenty-fourth, late
Nadia has decided to remain here. She and Marty have connected in ways unforeseeable. He told his mother about her and she confirmed that Nadia is the one he spent so much time looking for. Is that not romantic? He was completely taken her be storm. She told him all about David and the scars he left on her soul, and so Marty has been very careful to treat her as a lady ought to be treated. He has even won over Jenny, although I fear her heart will always belong to one Mr. Malfoy.
My level headed friend, the one known for never doing anything rash, has moved in with a man she has only really known for a few weeks. I am not sure what to make of this sudden change. Draco was in full support of it, which I found very odd until he informed the three of us that Jenny is a witch and will need a proper upbringing. He had his eyes glued on Marty and something passed between them that I thought it best not to understand.
Draco said that he would take care of any problems that David might cause and gave his oath to care for Jenny as if she were his own. In the older traditions of our kind, the first to recognize the power in a child was given full guardianship of said child until they were trained. Since the founding of wizarding schools, that tradition has fallen out of use. Draco, ever the traditionalist, says he feels honor bound to abide by the ancient laws and will let nothing stand in the way of this young witch.
I was stunned by his move. I know how high he holds his theory on bloodlines and the like. He is not as hidebound as he use to be, but he still puts a sleazy pureblood higher than a brilliant mixedblood. His irrational elitism was ground into him from birth and I have forgiven him for his antiquated notions. To see him put aside his beliefs is something I never thought I would see.
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Draco watched his charges play, a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind. What would the future hold for these beautiful children? He smiled with pride as the youngest outmaneuvered the others on her toy broomstick. When she is old enough, he thought, I am going to buy her the best broom out there. He did not want to examine the love he felt for the three girls. His father would be spinning in his grave if he knew how much two Weasleys and a mudblood meant to his son.
He laughed out loud and the children beamed at the sound of it. Rina and Annie doubled their efforts and little Jenny tried to catch butterflies on her wobbly broomstick. Someday that one will be a world class seeker, Draco mused. I wonder if Potter and I could put aside our differences long enough to teach her what we know. He winced. Had he just thought of Potter in something other than an unflattering light? A smirk formed on his lips. Maybe he was growing up. Maybe he was finally content to be in the long shadow that Perfect Potter unwittingly threw. He thought of Ginny. Then again, maybe not.
Ginny, his remarkable red headed witch, he wanted nothing more then to forever be in her arms. He looked at the children again and felt his heart tug. He wanted to sit and watch their children play. As much as he loved the threesome in front of him, he knew that emotion paled in comparison to the feelings he had for his unborn babies. He wanted a little girl with her mothers smile and his sly smirk, a little boy with his icy hair and her golden brown eyes; he wanted it more than he could say.
I must regain her trust. I refuse to have my wife play at being my paramour. She is too good to be anything but the mistress of my Manor. Some day soon I will make Virginia Weasley my Lady and give her the protection that only my name can bring. I cannot go on as he boyfriend, as some lover that she has only a passing interest in. His face tightened as his mood turned sour.
The girls noticed and called out his name. The high pitched voices broke through and his features smoothed back into the perfect mask he was known for. "Two more hours girlies, then it is back to your keepers for you." He winked and laughed at the blushes that followed. Why was it so easy to win any heart but hers?
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September tenth, later than normal
I have been so busy at the office of late. I am swamped with all sorts of peculiar requests and do not have the time to breath, let alone caterer to Draco's dark moods. Whatever is on his mind is most foul and really starting to irritate me. I told him I need a little time to myself right now. He took it hard, but it is the truth. My obligations to work will always come before my play time.
He has become broody; I did not think men capable of that. He spends all his free time mooning over the girls and shoots me these pointed looks when ever he gets the chance. Last night, before our fight and the time off talk, he put his hands on my stomach and asked if there was any chance his heir was already inside. Can you see why we fought? I am in no humor to give birth out of wedlock, and as dreamy as he is, Draco will never be my husband.
I still ache from the words he threw at me when we ended our relationship all those years ago. I refuse to delude myself into thinking that his opinion of me and my family has changed. I may be a fun interlude, but I do not see myself as the next Lady Malfoy. He needs some high class snooty ice queen by his side; I would never be able to pull off all the elaborate dinners and polite chit chat with people I hate. I am too upfront and honest to be a society wife, frankly I have no desire to live like that.
I tired to tell him this, but he went all huffy and spouted all sorts of nonsense about what his Lady would need to do and how I could perfectly fill the role. We ended up shouting at each other over how well I can host a high tea. That was when I told him that I need to be alone and rethink what is happening.
I love the man, lord knows I do, but he drives me to the brink of insanity and I cannot deal with his emotional constipation right now. Do you know that he has not told me he loves me? He says 'you know how deeply I care' and 'if I had a heart before you I certainly lost it by now'. Sweet, yes, but sometimes a woman just needs to hear those three little words.
And all this talk about having his baby.
He has not yet asked me to be his bride. I know I told him I would never marry him, but he could have at least asked. Prat.
Okay, I know I am acting like a child, but it was really a nasty fight. Give me two more days and I will throw myself at his feet and beg for mercy. I cannot help it, I love him. Even at his most irritating and dictating, his is still the man of my dreams, as he often reminds me. What can a young witch do when she is hemmed in and sees her future laid out in front of her? Panic, and then try her best to alter it to suit her needs.
The little brown haired daughter of muggles was beaming at his Goddaughters as her block weaved in and out of their balls.
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August second, late evening
Draco took the girls to the park today and Nadia and I had a women's day in. It was lovely. We chatted and gossiped while watching muggle movies about love and romance. We had soda, popcorn, and far too much chocolate for our own good. She told me what she has been up to since her divorce.
I cannot understand why that man insists on tormenting her. He left her, so what causes all the nastiness? She said she had come to visit because David was insisting that she bring Jenny to some sort of cult ceremony that is his religions equivalent to marriage. I know that wizards and witches have an oddball or two, but muggles seem to take the cake with all their strange rituals and practices.
I am told that David is weird even by muggle standards, which is why Nadia had no trouble getting full custody and the like. From what I gather, all she had to do was tell the courts the terrible things that David did in the name of his gods and they let her have all she requested. She asked me if I thought that his insanity might be genetic. I told her to watch Jenny carefully for signs of his ailment and recommended that she bring the child to a medi-wizard if she found them. As Head of the Department of Muggle Relations, I can give her the authorization that she needs to do so.
When Draco returned with Jenny, he was in a state of shock. I asked him what had happened, but he just looked at me blankly and told me he had to conduct an investigation before he could answer my questions. I did not press the matter, and the rest afternoon passed pleasantly.
Only three more days till Marty's get together. I cannot wait. As much as I enjoy spending time with my namesake, Nadia and I need some quality adult time. We arranged for Fred to watch her, which is way Draco took care of his daughters today, and plan to spend the night being bad girls. My darling Draco says he is determined to take as many pictures as possible, and I dared him to make the night memorable.
August sixth, early afternoon
It is far too bright out. My head still aches from last night's indulgence, and all I want is to stick my head in a bucket of cool water. Draco, that insufferable prig, has been laughter and sunshine all bloody day long. It is so unfair that hangover potions have no effect on me.
I wish I could tell you all about the party, but I snuck off with a certain blonde god fairly early in the evening and spent all night wrapped in his arms. The way that man kisses should be a crime. We danced to every slow dance and feed each other decadent treats. By the end of the evening, I was drunk on wine and strong passions and cared for little more than the fact that I was snuggled safe in his arms.
This morning was full of demure looks and snide remarks. Something big happened and I seem to be the only one who does not know what it was. From Nadia's blushes and Draco's pointed comments, I think that she and Marty might have renewed their friendship. Would not that be wonderful? I can think of nothing better for my two friends then for them to find a bit of the happiness I share with my lover.
Something rather strange happened a few hours ago. Draco bundled up Jenny and took her to "see the sights." Is this the same man who said only a week ago that muggles have their uses but should be kept from the sight of decent wizards? I can only hope that his encounters with Nadia and her child have opened that narrow thing he calls a mind.
August twenty-fourth, late
Nadia has decided to remain here. She and Marty have connected in ways unforeseeable. He told his mother about her and she confirmed that Nadia is the one he spent so much time looking for. Is that not romantic? He was completely taken her be storm. She told him all about David and the scars he left on her soul, and so Marty has been very careful to treat her as a lady ought to be treated. He has even won over Jenny, although I fear her heart will always belong to one Mr. Malfoy.
My level headed friend, the one known for never doing anything rash, has moved in with a man she has only really known for a few weeks. I am not sure what to make of this sudden change. Draco was in full support of it, which I found very odd until he informed the three of us that Jenny is a witch and will need a proper upbringing. He had his eyes glued on Marty and something passed between them that I thought it best not to understand.
Draco said that he would take care of any problems that David might cause and gave his oath to care for Jenny as if she were his own. In the older traditions of our kind, the first to recognize the power in a child was given full guardianship of said child until they were trained. Since the founding of wizarding schools, that tradition has fallen out of use. Draco, ever the traditionalist, says he feels honor bound to abide by the ancient laws and will let nothing stand in the way of this young witch.
I was stunned by his move. I know how high he holds his theory on bloodlines and the like. He is not as hidebound as he use to be, but he still puts a sleazy pureblood higher than a brilliant mixedblood. His irrational elitism was ground into him from birth and I have forgiven him for his antiquated notions. To see him put aside his beliefs is something I never thought I would see.
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Draco watched his charges play, a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind. What would the future hold for these beautiful children? He smiled with pride as the youngest outmaneuvered the others on her toy broomstick. When she is old enough, he thought, I am going to buy her the best broom out there. He did not want to examine the love he felt for the three girls. His father would be spinning in his grave if he knew how much two Weasleys and a mudblood meant to his son.
He laughed out loud and the children beamed at the sound of it. Rina and Annie doubled their efforts and little Jenny tried to catch butterflies on her wobbly broomstick. Someday that one will be a world class seeker, Draco mused. I wonder if Potter and I could put aside our differences long enough to teach her what we know. He winced. Had he just thought of Potter in something other than an unflattering light? A smirk formed on his lips. Maybe he was growing up. Maybe he was finally content to be in the long shadow that Perfect Potter unwittingly threw. He thought of Ginny. Then again, maybe not.
Ginny, his remarkable red headed witch, he wanted nothing more then to forever be in her arms. He looked at the children again and felt his heart tug. He wanted to sit and watch their children play. As much as he loved the threesome in front of him, he knew that emotion paled in comparison to the feelings he had for his unborn babies. He wanted a little girl with her mothers smile and his sly smirk, a little boy with his icy hair and her golden brown eyes; he wanted it more than he could say.
I must regain her trust. I refuse to have my wife play at being my paramour. She is too good to be anything but the mistress of my Manor. Some day soon I will make Virginia Weasley my Lady and give her the protection that only my name can bring. I cannot go on as he boyfriend, as some lover that she has only a passing interest in. His face tightened as his mood turned sour.
The girls noticed and called out his name. The high pitched voices broke through and his features smoothed back into the perfect mask he was known for. "Two more hours girlies, then it is back to your keepers for you." He winked and laughed at the blushes that followed. Why was it so easy to win any heart but hers?
~}~}~@
September tenth, later than normal
I have been so busy at the office of late. I am swamped with all sorts of peculiar requests and do not have the time to breath, let alone caterer to Draco's dark moods. Whatever is on his mind is most foul and really starting to irritate me. I told him I need a little time to myself right now. He took it hard, but it is the truth. My obligations to work will always come before my play time.
He has become broody; I did not think men capable of that. He spends all his free time mooning over the girls and shoots me these pointed looks when ever he gets the chance. Last night, before our fight and the time off talk, he put his hands on my stomach and asked if there was any chance his heir was already inside. Can you see why we fought? I am in no humor to give birth out of wedlock, and as dreamy as he is, Draco will never be my husband.
I still ache from the words he threw at me when we ended our relationship all those years ago. I refuse to delude myself into thinking that his opinion of me and my family has changed. I may be a fun interlude, but I do not see myself as the next Lady Malfoy. He needs some high class snooty ice queen by his side; I would never be able to pull off all the elaborate dinners and polite chit chat with people I hate. I am too upfront and honest to be a society wife, frankly I have no desire to live like that.
I tired to tell him this, but he went all huffy and spouted all sorts of nonsense about what his Lady would need to do and how I could perfectly fill the role. We ended up shouting at each other over how well I can host a high tea. That was when I told him that I need to be alone and rethink what is happening.
I love the man, lord knows I do, but he drives me to the brink of insanity and I cannot deal with his emotional constipation right now. Do you know that he has not told me he loves me? He says 'you know how deeply I care' and 'if I had a heart before you I certainly lost it by now'. Sweet, yes, but sometimes a woman just needs to hear those three little words.
And all this talk about having his baby.
He has not yet asked me to be his bride. I know I told him I would never marry him, but he could have at least asked. Prat.
Okay, I know I am acting like a child, but it was really a nasty fight. Give me two more days and I will throw myself at his feet and beg for mercy. I cannot help it, I love him. Even at his most irritating and dictating, his is still the man of my dreams, as he often reminds me. What can a young witch do when she is hemmed in and sees her future laid out in front of her? Panic, and then try her best to alter it to suit her needs.