Carnival Town - Ginny
There he was, on the cover of Witch Weekly, listed as the Most Elligible Wizard. His eyes seemed so much softer than she remembered. She turned to read the article about him. It talked about his past and his business. It mentioned her, well, his ex-wife. It talked about his 'level' of availability. He wasn't even casually dating anyone, but that didn't mean he was precisely on the market either because he hadn't been seen with anyone since his return to London.
Five years and he hadn't been seen out with a single girl. She wondered what that meant. She wondered if he merely kept it quite because of who he was and the media attention he drew or if he really had stopped seeing them.
She knew he had asked after her frequently after he first returned, but she had told everyone that she didn't want him to know anything. She felt a little guilty, not telling him about Teresa, but if he found out she wanted it to be from her and she couldn't figure out how to tell him.
She thought about her own life and full it was. She had her job, her friends, and her daughter. She looked down at the strawberry blond head asleep in her lap. Gently brushing the hair out of the girl's face she smiled. She was a prococious four, almost five, year old, that was for sure.
She sighed, but there was always that ache, deep within her, that would surface in still moments like these.
She wondered if Draco felt the same or if he had completely forgotten her. She wondered if he had found fulfillment or if he was still drifting at heart. She wondered so many things.
He was so successful. His ventures had tripled over time and their offices had moved to a prime location in the business district of Diagon Alley. He had everything. She wondered if he was lonely.
She wondered how much of his disappearance had to do with her and how much had to do with freedom. She wondered why he had returned. She wondered if he ever truly understood how empty those stupid affairs were. She wondered if he was lonely.
She kissed the top of her daughter's head and carried the girl to her room.
Going to her own, she pulled out a small box. It held a shirt that had long since stopped smelling like him, but she refused to wash it anyway. It held all the pictures she had brought with her that had him in them. They looked so happy together. She wondered if he was happy. It held all the letters he had written to her during her seventh year. She still wore his charm, but she had gotten a longer chain so it could hide safely beneath her shirt. The original chain was in the box.
She replaced the lid and charm to keep Teresa out and put the box away. Climbing into bed, she wondered if he was lonely. She hoped he wasn't. She hoped he was happy. She did love him still and always would. She wondered...