AN: Sorry about the crapness of this chapter, this is the funeral chapter and it's not something I feel I'd be good at and I don't think it is that important to the rest of the story. Also I have been concentrating on my other Draco / Ginny fic, "Hiding from the Past" which I am finding easier to write at the moment. Please review though, I love reviews and please check out my other fics too!

Chapter Four.

It was a week since Draco had first gone to visit Ginny's body; he found the visits comforting because although she was dead he felt a presence when he was in the same room as her. A familiar feeling but he couldn't place it. He found himself pouring out all his feelings which he had never been able to do before. He knew that somewhere she was looking down on him and smiling. He still had not managed to say those 3 words that he had wanted to say ever since her death.

Today when he woke up though something was different, for a start he wasn't back at Malfoy Manor in his bedroom. He was in a tiny room with bright orange walls and lots of posters of the Chudley Canons Quiditch team. Crap team, thought Draco, sneering. He sat up on his bed and looked for a clue to whose room he was in. He soon found out the answer when he heard a familiar voice yell.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM FERRET?"

"Nice to see you too Weasley." Groaned Draco as he held his head which was throbbing violently. What the hell had he done last night?

Ron didn't reply though as he had already stormed out of the room, slamming the door as he went and had started pounding down the stairs. Draco was confused. Why the hell was he at the Weasley's house and even stranger why was he in Ron's bedroom? It took a few minutes for him to realise what day it was. It was her funeral today.

"Fuck," he cursed loudly, "how could I have forgotten something as important as that?"

He quickly threw on a black shirt with silver buttons and black trousers and made his way down to the kitchen. It didn't take him long to find it because the burrow was quite small compared to the manor. He entered the room to find Ron yelling at Mrs. Weasley who was holding his daughter, Ginny's daughter who was wailing in her arms.

"What the hell is he doing here? How could you even think of letting him stay here? He is the reason you are burying your daughter this afternoon and you welcome him into your home?" Ron was fuming and pacing up and down the kitchen.

"I couldn't leave the poor dear alone. If I had who knows what would have happened to him? He was passed out on the street outside the Leaky Cauldron, after drowning his sorrows all night. He is lost, can't you see? He loved Ginny, like we all did and now he's lost the one person he cared about most and is most likely feeling guilty about what happened. He's family and I'm not about to go and leave him to die am I?"

So that's why he had a throbbing headache, that figures. That also explains why he woke up in Ron Weasley's bedroom.

"BUT STILL WHY PUT HIM IN MY BLOODY ROOM!" Ron yelled and the crying got louder.

"Ronald Weasley, watch your language and shut up!" Molly was shocked; she had always brought up her children to use proper language.

Draco thought it was time to make an entrance and to grab his daughter before her hearing was permanently damaged.

"Good morning Mrs. Weasley, shall I take Daisy from you?"

He had decided to call his daughter Daisy. He knew that Ginny loved flowers and he had often seen her in the garden lying down with a daisy in her hand. Once when he asked her what she was doing with such a common flower she had giggled and simply replied "It's just something I used to do as a child, rip off the petals one by one, he loves me, he loves me not. It just reminds me of those happy times." He had just left it at that. Daisy just seemed like the right choice.

He took Daisy from Mrs. Weasley and sat down at the table, gently rocking her in his arms and she soon stopped crying when she realised who was holding her. She looked up and her chocolate brown eyes lit up as she grabbed his finger. It was amazing how she could make him feel so warm inside, he had helped create her. It was strange that she was a girl though; it would have been far more likely for her to have been a boy seeing as there had been no boys born into either family for generations. Ginny had been the first girl born into the Weasley family for over 200 years.

"Would you like some toast Draco?" Molly started fussing.

"No thank-you. I'm not hungry." He didn't think that he could eat right now, his stomach was turning and it felt like it was twisting around and being tied into a mass of complicated knots.

"You need to eat something. It's not healthy to go without breakfast; it's the most important meal of the day. Perhaps you would prefer some fried eggs and bacon. Maybe some beans to go with the toast? Some sausages maybe? Fried potatoes? Fried tomatoes? There's always cereal I suppose."

"I guess some bacon and eggs would be ok." He really didn't think it would stay down in his stomach but he didn't want to offend his mother-in-law after she had been kind enough to welcome him into her home after all that he had done to her family.

"That's better." She said as she started putting bacon and eggs onto his plate.

He ate in silence, forcing down the evil that was breakfast. He was thankful when Daisy started wailing again, wanting her breakfast. Molly handed him a bottle and he began to feed her. She was a right little greedy pig, just like her mother. She didn't stop drinking until she had finished the whole bottle and let out a belch even Ron would be proud of. Draco made a mental note to teach her some manners when she was old enough to understand, at the moment she was only 2 weeks old so she could be excused.

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Draco hated funerals; they were always full of people offering their sympathy when really they couldn't care less. He looked up at the sky. It was the wrong weather for a funeral, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky which was as blue as it could be. It was being held outside in the grounds of Hogwarts. It was the only place around that was big enough, Ginny had been very popular and her death had shocked a lot of people, especially due to the tragic circumstances. Draco was feeling slightly uncomfortable as he hadn't been back to Hogwarts since that night when he had run off with Snape, he hadn't returned to Hogwarts for his 7th year as he was still a wanted man at that time, it wasn't until nearly a year later, in April that he had been cleared of all charges. He still wasn't sure how he had managed to get away with his involvement in his death, but he guessed that Dumbledore had had something to do with it even though the old fool was dead. Still, stranger things have happened before.

He was sat on the front row of chairs, right in front of her coffin, holding Daisy in his arms. He took a look at her, she really was intelligent as she hadn't made a sound since the service had started, she hadn't squirmed at all and she hadn't had any accidents. She must know something is wrong, he thought, she's intelligent, just like her dad.

"And now as we come to the end of this service Mr. Malfoy has made a special request to have this song played as he feels it reflects some of the feelings he is feeling right now."

Draco's head looked up and he gave the vicar a small, watery smile. This song had been one of Ginny's favourites from one of her favourite Disney movies. He hadn't wanted to install the muggle television in his house but she had insisted and eventually he had given in. She loved her Disney movies and would spend hours watching them, especially when it was too cold to go outside. The song was called "If I never knew you" and it was the love themed song from Pocahontas. He could relate to some of the lyrics.

If I never knew you,
If I never felt this love,
I would have no inkling of,
How precious life can be.

One thing he had learnt from being with Ginny was that life was precious; you never knew when your time was up. Every moment could be your last. Back when she was alive he thought she'd be with him for years to come and he would have never have guessed that their time together would be so short.

And if I never held you,
I would never have a clue,
How at last I'd find in you,
The missing part of me.

He had certainly found the missing part of him when he was with her, before he had met her and grown to love her he had been a cold, heartless, selfish bastard. He was still cold and selfish at times but he had learnt that he had a heart and could love unlike his father. When he was with Pansy through all those years that they had dated he had felt nothing, at the time he had thought that was normal but in these last few months he had learnt that it was far from normal, she just hadn't been the right one for him.

In this world so full of fear,
Full of rage and lies,
I can see the truth so clear,
In your eyes,
So dry your eyes.

Voldemort may have been defeated nearly a year ago but people still lived in fear. Draco couldn't really blame them, especially after what had happened to Ginny. The deatheaters had been furious when their master had been defeated and were determined to hurt Harry Potter and everyone that was close to him, for revenge. They had known that the people they were after were strong so they had to attack when they were weak. Ginny had just given birth when they came marching in, they had cast a charm over themselves to keep them hidden, they took one look at her and the fatal words had been muttered before Draco had time to react. She was dead instantly. The expression in her eyes had been that of complete shock and terror. Draco would never forget that look. He felt a tear slide down his cheek and he quickly wiped his eyes. Tears were to be shed in private.

And I'm so grateful to you,
I'd have lived my whole life through,
Lost forever,
If I never knew you.

He was ever so grateful for Ginny. If he had never met her he would have lived his whole life through without knowing how to love. He would have thrown his life away and he would have no doubt received the mark if he had not received her letter. He would have probably become the leader of the deatheaters, something his father had been wanting ever since Draco had been a tiny baby.

He looked around and saw people everywhere in tears. He had managed to only shed one tear so far, he had to stay strong. Someone had to. The hardest part was still to come though, the private burial. He was dreading it; it would make everything so… well final. Once she was in the ground that was it. He'd never see her smile, he'd never see her red hair shine in the sun, and he'd never see her chocolate brown eyes make contact with his again. He didn't know how he was going to cope. He had to stay strong though.

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Half an hour later he was standing by her open grave watching her coffin being lowered into the ground. He looked around at those people who were closest to Ginny and who had been invited to the private burial. The Weasley's were all there, minus Percy of course. Ginny's best friends Luna and Colin were there. Of course the Mudblood Granger was there, seeing as she was engaged to Ron and Harry as he was best friends with Ron and had also dated Ginny a few years ago. Last but not least Blaise Zabini was there; he had been Draco's best friend all through Hogwarts and had continued to stand by him even after everything that had happened. Blaise was a great friend and had even got on well with Ginny which had been great.

Soon it was over and Draco couldn't hold it in anymore, the tears flowed and he couldn't do anything to stop them. He couldn't think straight and could only vaguely make out Blaise patting him on the back trying to comfort him and then grabbing his arm and apparating him to the burrow. He couldn't even remember what had happened to his daughter, what kind of a father was he?

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"I'm really sorry Draco."

He was brought back to reality by the sound of his best friend's voice.

"I mean it mate, you know I mean it."

He turned to face Blaise. "I know you do, and I also know that you miss her like hell as well. Thanks for being here; it's been a really rough time. I don't know what I'm doing. I thought I hated her, then as the months went on I began to think of her as a friend and then after she's killed I realise that I love her. I never told her."

"Don't blame yourself; it's not your fault." Blaise grabbed Draco by the shoulders and shook him.

"But I do blame myself, if I had never slept with her this wouldn't have happened, I would never have married her, she would have been safe and happy with Potter or someone."

"Things happen and there's nothing you can do about it. You know that Draco. Besides, if you hadn't have slept with her Daisy wouldn't exist would she? Ginny hadn't loved Potter in years, not since she was 11 years old so she would have been happy with him. She would have been lonely and sad. You gave her a life, a crap life to start off with, I'm not denying that but after a while she fell in love with you. She spent hours crying on my shoulder because she didn't want to love you but that doesn't change the fact that she, Ginevra Weasley, loved you, Draco Malfoy. She wouldn't have had it any other way."

Draco looked down at his feet. He just wanted to be alone and think things over; he wanted to remember the times that they were happy together. "Thanks Blaise, I'll speak to you later. I'm going to go outside; I want to be on my own."

Blaise gave him a nod before turning and heading in the direction of Luna who was closely examining the pot plant that was standing on the floor by the sofa. Draco shook his head. Why would Blaise want to go and talk to Loony Luna? Draco made his way out of the house and down to the small stream which ran down the garden. The trickle of the water passing over the pebbles was relaxing. Suddenly it just felt right, those words he had been meaning to say for ages.

"I love you Ginny."