A/N: Hey this is janepotter22 here! I'm so sorry for the long wait to update, but I had writer's block for a while and I had to write it with Chop. So forgive me. Oh, yeah, and Dan Radcliffe was not on the Ellen DeGeneres show on Halloween on Monday! Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghh! Stupid liars! Well at least he'll be on TRL. Anyway, I'm in this argument with my friend and I was going to tell her something important, but she's mad at me so now I'm sad! This is something that she should've caught onto since she read Forever, but she blabbed about me writing it so how can I trust her with my fellings?

Disclaimer: Yo, this story's characters belong to JK Rowling. She's so damn brilliant... I hate her.

Chapter Four: Separation

The next morning, Draco wasn't beside Ginny in the bed. Something was wrong and Ginny could feel it. She hurried out of bed and put on her silk robe, and then she down to the first floor to the kitchen.

There sat Maeve, silently eatind her porridge and across the large table from her was Draco. He held up the Daily Prophet, and was sipping sugarless, creamless, black coffe. Yep. Something was definitely bothering Draco.

"Why good morning, my Lady!" said Alexandrie a bit too cheerful. No wonder Maeve was silent. "I've owled your mother like Lord Malfoy told me to do, to let her know that little Maeve here was to be dropped off this morning..."

Before Ginny could reply, however, Draco slammed his fists on the wooden table, bringing the paper down with them. His coffee mug rocked on its sides, and some of the dark liquid spilled onto the table. Alexandrie came to his side immediately and cleaned the mess, waiting for her cue. Then it came... quite harshly.

"Alexandrie!" Draco roared. "Take Maeve to her room, and get her ready for her grandmother's."

"Yes, my Lord." Alexandrie quickly bowed and rushed to Maeve's room with the blonde child herself propped on her arm.

Draco scoffed and stood up hastely. He paced the room for a while, letting Ginny to herself to contemplate.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he more commanded than asked, after five minutes of his own contemplation.

Ginevra cleared her throat, fear sweeping through her body. "What do you mean?" she asked stupidly.

He ran towards her and grasped her throat tightly with his strong hands. Pushing her to the wall, back first, though her head his the stone, hard. She stayed concious.

"What is wrong with you?" Draco tightened his grip on her neck, bruising it. "I love you! And you do this to me? You stupid whore!"

Shit. He knows. After he let go of her neck, Ginny gasped for air and spit some. Once she regained her composure, she asked, "But...?" She didn't finish her sentence, as Draco suddenly pointed to the table where the Prophet lay, front cover up. Ginny got up off the cold floor and walked to the table. Then she picked up the news paper. And on the top of the page in the largest bold letters was the headline: Old Lovers Reunite! And she saw the picture of her and harry kissing. She was crying.

Ginny dropped the paper and instantly started to cry. She fell to her knees and wept at Draco's feet. "I'm so sorry, baby!"she bawled. "I'm so sorry!"

"Mummy?" Ginny cried harder. Maeve ran to Ginny and hugged her mum tightly. "Mummy don't cwy. It'll be alwight."

"Maeve, child, I think we should--" The Scotish woman was interrupted by Ginevra.

"No. I'll take her. I think I should leave anyway." Ginny stood, and carried Maeve to the floo pale and took some of the magical powder to the fireplace. "The Burrow!" she said quite clearly for someone who was sobbing histerically. The mother and daughter spun around and around until at last they stopped and fell gracefully onto the living room floor of her former home.

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Harry woke up to find Anita sitting on the bed, crying, Daily Prophet in hand.

"What's wrong hon?" Anita scooted away from him.

"Get away from me! I can't believe you!" Anita stood, and threw the Prophet aside. She flicked her wand and three suitcases zoomed from the closet and landed on the bed. Then she began to pack; Muggle style. And as she packed she and Harry had a row.

"How dare you? How could you do that to me? To us? How?"

"What?"

"Oh don't play innocent! You know damn well what I'm talking about! You're on the front page of the Prophet! You're not breaking anything off with me! Today, Leisel and I are gone; leaving. So you can have that Weasel! Such a weasel! A home wrecker!"

"Where are you gonna go?" asked Harry. "Eh?"

"Oh, I dunno! Felice and Edward's! Anywhere away from you is fine by me! Fuck you! And Virginia! I can't believe you! I-- loved-- you!" Anita began to cry harder.

Harry scrambled out of the black satin bedsheets, his chest bare and... the rest of him as well. "'Nita!"

"Harry! You... you... you unfaithful bastard!" Anita opened a second suitcase and this time magiked her things to fly into the suitcase, without her physically doing so. She was beyond angry. As her clothes found their way into her suitcase, she quickly changed so that she was dedcent. She was fuming and tears spilled out of her eyes dangeroulsly fast. "I love you!" she squealed.

Then Leisel's voice sounded down the hallway. Harry just escaped to the bathroom to make himself presentable as well. He came back out a minute later.

"Mummy? Why are you crying?"

"It's okay, Leisel," cooed Harry. He scooped Leisel into his his arms and carried her to her room. Then he told her to stay there until he and her mother were finished talking. Upon entering the master bedroom, Harry closed the door and cast a silencing charm upon the room.

"Harry?" Anita asked unbelievingly. "How could you? I thought you loved me!"

"I did, but--"

"You did? What? So now you don't?"

"Hold on! But... in the begining of us, I was very much in love with Ginny. I never stopped loving her, Anita. I mean, I've loved you and all, but, just not as much as..."

"Virginia," finished Anita for Harry, who frowned than sighed.

"Right," he said, irritated, "We were just a fling, when I was still with Gin, anyway. I was young, stupid, and had gone months--months-- without sex. I was desperate-- horny... I dunno... very horny. Just... I dunno!"

"Exactly, Harry. You don't know because you don't think. Except for maybe yourself." Anita's tears had stopped and for some reason unbeknownst to her, she felt better; lighter.

"I'm sorry. But you fell in love with me! I--I couldn't hurt you like that. And then Leisel was born, and I couldn't leave you either! I'm not that type of person."

"So all these years, our relationship was a lie! Well you know what Harry? I can leave you. And I'm taking full custody of Leisel once we've settled." Anita gave Harry one last soft kiss on the lips. There was sadness in it, and a sense of betrayal deep within it that Harry could feel. The kiss was cold.

"Goodbye," she whispered, her tears flowing again. Once she opened the dooor the silencing charm dropped. Anita hauled her luggage to Leisel's room, and Harry could hear them talking. Anita packing and... she was sobbing as well. Leisel sounded worried for her mum.

"I'll wait by the front door while you say goodbye to your father," Harry heard Anita say hurriedly. "Go on," she urged.

Leisel entered the room seconds later as Anita's footsteps were heard moving toward the foyer. Leisel's face was full of sadness and worry. "Daddy?" she asked uncertainly, climbing on the bed next to Harry. "What's wrong with Mummy?"

Harry didn't have the heart to tell Leisel neither the truth nor a lie. So he said nothing. "I love you, Leisel. Okay? I want you to know that and never forget it." Leisel nodded then gave Harry the biggest hug she could muster.

"Bye Daddy," she said softly and innocently.

"Bye, Baby." She jumped off the bed and ran to her mother on the first floor. When they apparated, Leisel clung to Anita for dear life.

Harry didn't cry as he got washed on dressed for the morning. The mansion was silent as he ate his toast, eggs, and sausage, black coffe with some sugar. It was lonely in his large, now empty home. He decided to read the article about him and Ginny in the Daily Prophet.

Old Lovers Reunite!

After meeting again for the first time in ten years since the break up, Harry Potter's discovered Ginny Weasley-Malfoy's secret-- she married thee Draco Malfoy, son of the former deceased Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy. Harry and his Quidditch Cannons lover, Anita Cortez, invited young Ginevra Weasley-Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and their gorgeous blonde daughter, Maeve Malfoy over to the Potter Mansion for dinner. Apparently, Anita was hoping that her and Harry's daughter, Leisel Cortez-Potter, and Maeve would become friends at the dinner. As was said by Harry's lover upon greeting the Lady into the shared Potter Mansion.

Unfortunately enough, for the Lord Malfoy's marriage that is, Draco did not attend this dinner. He's claimed to have had a business meeting with old friends. But of course we all know that he was not on good terms with Harry Potter.

Once dinner was over, Potter and Mrs. Malfoy were seen outside the front door of the mansion, having a heated discussion about their past physically intimate relationship. Apparently, neithr love-- romantically that is-- the person they are currently with. This means that they are still in love with each other-- as they said anyway. This was a very deep conversation that seemed to have touched both of their sensitive points for both Harry and Ginny were sobbing.

Potter then pulls MRS. Malfoy in for a passionate kiss (as was shown in the above picture), and was a litte physical with her as well (if you catch my drift.) Perhaps, with this type friendliness, Potter was giving Ginny what she truly wanted (as she was more than returning the kiss herself), or was he redeeming himself for his past mistakes?

But she pushed from Potter and told him she was married. This was wrong. had she forgotten? "I can't," she insisted. But Harry wanted to change her mind. He's set a date for Wednesday, August the eighth. Three days before the Lady is to be twenty-eight years old. They are to meet at the Leaky Cauldron, also located in London, the secret entrence to Diagon Alley, around three o'clock p.m. Maybe it willbe cancelled, due to the fact that I have publicized their secret rendez-vous? (continued, page seven) by: Reeta Skeeter.

Harry didn't even bother with the rest of the article. It was rubbish anyway, and Reeta Skeeter shouldn't be in his personal business. He suddenly lost his appetite, so he packed clothes for overnight and locked up his mansion. Then Harry apparated to the back door of the Burrow, praying that Mrs.Weasley would allow him to stay there for a week or so. Even though he had helped Ginny commit some form of adultery. God, he hated himself for that.

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"Ginny?" came Ron's surprised voice.

"Oh, Ronald," said his wife, Hermione, who sat beside him. She walked up to Ginny who was still in her bed clothes, and gave her an empathetic look. "Really, Gin, I think we should talk." Hermione ushered Ginny, who had Maeve on her hip into the Burrow's kitchen. Ron and Hermione were staying at the Burrow for a while, wanting to get away from all the publicity with Ron's job and all.

"I'll make you some tea. No one's in your room, so I guess you'll be able to stay there. You need to rest." Ginny murmered her thanks and made her way to her former bedroom so that she and Maeve both could have a nap.

Ginny's old bedroom was very much the same. She still had pictures of the wizard bachelors that the Prophet used to always talk about. They were all either dating or married now. Except for Harry. Ginny never really let go of him. And now she new that he hadn't given up on her either. Being in her old room also brought back the few memories of when she and Harry would... well... you know (don't make me type it!). She missed her old room and now that she new her marriage was over, she'd be staying at the Burrow and in this room for a much longer time than just a week. Like she had planned.

"Go to sleep, Maeve. It's still early. Your cousins won't be arriving for at least a few hours. Just rest," Ginny whispered. She kissed Maeve on her forehead. Maeve agreed and as Ginny closed the door, she settled into her mother's old bed and drifted back off to sleep. Speak of the devil. Ginny ran into her own mother, Molly Weasley.

"Ginny!" she exclaimed. She was the same short and plump witch, with red hair flowing over her shoulders. She was the wisest woman that Ginny had ever known, besides her former professor, Minerva McGonagoll. And this was exactly what Ginny needed: her mother to comfort her. To give her support, and help her deal with this crisis in her life. The same woman that told her more children were better, the same woman who's been through more than you would've thought she'd gone through, let Ginny cry in her arms when she needed her most. And there was no difference today.

Ginny's eyes brimmed with stinging tears, and she collapsed into her mother's arms. She sobbed hard, but not as hard as she did when she lost Harry. "Oh, Mum! I've screwed up!"

"It's okay, Ginny. Now, now, don't cry. Everything will work out for the better.Where's Draco, dear?

"He, well, he saw the Prophet and before we had time to talk, he... he..." Ginny massaged her neck and throat, and Molly's face hardened. But she urged her to go on. "I was so scared Mum! I took Maeve and left. I didn't even change into my day clothes! Mum! What was I thinking when I let Harry kiss me like that... when I k-kissed him back? Oh, I feel so bad!"

Molly pulled Ginny into a comforting hug. She led her to her and Arthur's bedroom, and they sat on the soft bed, consoling her. Mrs. Weasley began to gently pat Ginny's hair.

"You know, Ginny, your father and I weren't very happy with your decision to marry Draco, but he seemed really in love with you. We always knew that Harry was perfect for you, and that back then, he just made a mistake. Now, I'm not saying that you should immediately break things off with Draco just because you love Harry and Harry loves you. You should consider Maeve. She has a stable home and she has a father. If you were to marry Harry, wouldn't she feel uprooted? I mean, not that she'd know what uprooted meant, but... Is that really the best thing for a six yeat old? What with Harry always leaving to play those Quidditch games as well?..."

Mrs. Weasley stood up. She smoothed Ginny's hair.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't consider Harry. That you shouldn't think about yourself for once. I'm not trying to change your mind either, but Ginevra Molly Weasley-Malfoy, you are no longer a teenager and you have responsibilities and people to consider other than yourself. Now, I'm going to be in the kitchen if you need me for anything. Okay?" Ginny nodded and her mother left the room, and closed the door humming to herself. Ginny collapsed on her parents' bed and cryed herself to sleep.

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Just as Molly came into the kitchen, there was a crack and a knock on her back door. She opened it to reveal a very solemn looking Harry Potter. He had an over night bag with him.

"Harry dear!" said Mrs. Weasley, surprised and soothingly at once. "Come in." She looked at Harry's expression again. "What's wrong?"

"I take it you havn't read the Prophet's article yet?" He gave a small smile.

"Oh, I read it alright. How're things going with Anita?"

"She got to the article brfore me and had a fit when I woke up this mornig. She packed her things and left the mansion with Leisel. I'm sure she'll be by again soon for the rest of her things. I doubt she got all of them." Harry sighed. "What should I do Mrs. Weasley? I mean, you will let me stay, won't you?"

"Of course, Harry, don't be silly. Just put your things in Ron's old bedroom and come eat some breakfast with us."

Harry lugged his bag up the stairs. Facing the old door with the cracked and peeling sign that read Ronald's Room, Harry was flooded with memories of his past. He pushed the door open to find Ron and Hermione in a rather comprimising position. Hermione's shirt was almost off of her as Ron was hurrying to get it off. They broke contact at the sound of Harry entering the room, Hermione's hands quickly buttoning up her blouse. She was red with embarrassment. Ron stood, his ears a bright red.

"Harry!" he said, a trifle too loudly. "Didn't hear you come in, mate. Are you staying a while or...?" Harry looked Ron up and down and winced.

"Erm, Ron," he coughed. This was awkward pointing it out infront of Hermione, even though she and Ron were happily married and all. "Yeah, um, XYZ."

"What?" he asked confused. Hermione tapped him on the shoulder.

"Ron!"she hissed. "Your zipper!"

"Oh!" Ron quickly zipped up his pants, ears five shades redder than before, and wrapped his robe around his body. "Sorry about that, Harry. So, er, did you come to see Ginny?"

Harry dropped his bag. She's here? Ginny?" Ron nodded his head slowly. "Where?" asked Harry, his heart skipping a few beats.

"In my parents' room."

"Great. I'd like to talk to her." Harry sped down a flight of stairs, since Ron's old bedroom was on the attic floor, and haulted infront of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's bedroom. He creaked open the door, and softly called, "Ginny?" No answer. He opened the door all the way and saw Ginny sleeping in her night clothes on the bed. Harry smiled and then closed the door behind him, crept to the bed next to Ginny and silently watched her. She had a purple bruise on her neck. He sat down and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

But the extra weight caused Ginny to stir in her sleep and she woke with a start.

A/N: Yo... I'm so sorry for the delay. Writer's block, Halloween, school, and writer's block again. But Please please please review! Thanks!

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