A Twisted Christmas
by Shadow Rise

Happy Christmas

Ginevra stretched her arms above her head and yawned widely. She was so tired, but it was Christmas morning and she supposed she ought go down and visit the family she so desperately wanted to see.

She slipped out of bed and met a very tired Percy on his way down with a not-so-tired neice in his arms. Ella was fussing on that she was perfectly able to walk on her own. Percy was too tired and annoyed to listen.

"Perce, you you go on back up and have fun with Katie." she said, "I'll take Ella."

Percy gave her a grateful smile and quickly made his way up to his room, where his new wife awaited him. Ginny balanced the redhead on her hip as she smiled after her brother. He was so love-sick over the former Gryffindor Chaser it was almost funny.

Ella tugged on her hair and Ginny looked at her. "I can walk on my own, Auntie Gin."

"Alright, hon." she said, setting the girl on her feet.

Ella skipped the rest of the way down the stairs as Ginny smiled again. When was the last time she had been that happy about anything? The nearest time she even came close must have been years back in Hogwarts... Before he had turned so bitter and cold.

Faintly, the door bell's ringing broke into her thoughts and the redheaded woman descended after her neice.

But once she finally reached the landing, Ginny didn't think she could stand anymore. Her knees buckled and she grabbed the railing of the stairs to stay up.

"Draco?" she whispered, more to herself than anyone.

There he stood, in the door of her childhood home next to her mother, her nephew and one of her best friends... The man she had not seen in the past eleven years... The man she had been thinking about not moments ago... The man she had loved for two years of her life.

Draco Lucas Malfoy.

She felt her breath coming harshly, barely at all, into her lungs. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't quite understand anything, really.

"Aunt Gin?"

The redheaded woman looked at Brian, Fred and Angelina's son, before she saw only blackness.

Draco had arrived at the home of the Weasleys around 8:30 am or so. Based on what Ginevra had told him a long time ago, he had remembered that most of the Weasley clan was usually up around seven on Christmas morning.

It had amazed him that he'd remebered something so little from so long ago.

But he had arrived not so long ago, ringing the door bell. It was opened moments later by a little redheaded boy he would have had to get on his knees to be at eye-level with. The next generation of Weasley.

"Hello." he said.

"Hiya... who're you?"

"David! Who is it?" called a voice.

Draco turned and saw a woman who could only be Molly Weasley. She came and took the boy's hand before looking up again and realizing who she was staring at.

"Oh my..." she whispered.

Soon, she was followed by his assistant.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Hermione exlcaimed, surprised to see her boss standing in the doorway of the Burrow.

"Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, a happy Christmas to you both."

All four turned when a thump and a surprised shout were heard.

"Oy! Dad, Aunt Gin's fainted!" said a male voice, cracking as his voice had begun to change.

Draco peered inside at the stairs to see his redheaded angel laying at the foot of the stairs, wearing what he recognized as the shirt he had lost in the end of his seventh year. His favorite silk dress shirt.

But, sweet Circe, she was still as beautiful as ever.