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Daddy's son
Ginny watched her son sleep. She looked lovingly at the tuft of red curls that would no doubt remain as a Weasley trademark. The lack of freckles separated mother from son as the child had the perfect porcelain skin of the Malfoys. He would be beautiful she had no doubt.
The boy opened his eyes and stretched his arms out to his mother. She picks him up obligingly and he snuggles into her soft hair. She starts to walk back to her room but slips on a toy. She makes sure to land in a position that will not endanger her beautiful boy and finds herself sitting on the piano bench that she has been avoiding for nine months. She is about to stand and leave the offending instrument when she hears it.
Her son is plunking a few awkward notes out on the piano. She turns all the way around, giving him full access to the keys. Both of his tiny hands begin to connect with the piano and she remembers the last set of hands that graced those keys.
Tentatively she places her fingers on the instrument. She closes her eyes and is about to withdraw them when she feels strong, familiar hands cover her own. She gasps slightly as they guide her to play one of the simple tunes she knows. Her hands find her son's and she plays the song through him. He continues to play, content with his discordant music coming from the piano.
Ginny's right hand moves of it's own accord, reaching to her left shoulder. She grabs the spectral hand she knows is there and it returns a comforting squeeze as the other hand graces her other shoulder.
She keeps her eyes closed and can't bear to look for fear that the hands will disappear.
He's behind her, holding her. He kisses the top of her head and she opens her eyes in time to see him do the same to his son. She can see him, if only faintly. He smiles slightly and kisses her gently before returning to stand behind her with his hands on her shoulder.
She looks at her son's hands as they dance along the keys with a painful familiarity.
"You have your daddy's hands," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears, "You are your daddy's son."
The child smiles Draco's smile and goes back to the piano.
A/N: Inspired by one of my favorite songs and my first attempt at a short, sad fic. Please review.