Ginny and Draco looked at one another in shock, clearly not expecting such a question from their son. How could they answer him? How could they explain it to him when they, themselves, didn't even know what went wrong. Memories of that night came flooding back to them both.
They had been avoiding each other all night, neither wanting to have the fight that was inevitably about to come. Ginny was angry because of his immature attitude and his way of dealing with things. Draco was angry at himself for letting things affect him so, but more angry at his wife for making things worse.
They met in the kitchen. Ginny hadn't expected to find him there, but wasn't completely surprised. His back was to her as he sat at the table, but she saw his body tense the moment she entered the room. It was too late to walk out now, he already knew she was there. She stood there, staring at his backside wishing it didn't have to be this way.
There was a time when things were better, much better actually. A time when she was all that mattered to him, when he would have given anything to simply see her smile. Now all he did was make her frown, smiling seemed like such a distant memory. He would fight her on everything and she was never one to back down.
"Where were you today?" he asked keeping his back to her.
"At the Burrow," she replied.
She had wanted to get out of the house, wanted to get Luke out of the house. Being in this house, this strenuous environment, was starting to eat at both of them. The Burrow had seemed like the only logical place to spend the day.
"A family gathering?" he asked bitterly.
"I suppose," she responded.
He laughed menacingly and she found herself afraid of how this was starting out.
"Of course by family you mean Potter aswell, no doubt, because he is so very close to-"
"Don't finish that sentence"
"And why shouldn't I Ginevra?"
He stood from the chair now, pushing it back at alarming speed. He turned to face her and his eyes were flashing dangerously. She held her ground, however, not willing to let him intimidate her.
"I am your wife, Draco"
His eyes softened for a moment, as if he might just drop this all together but the softness disappeared as soon as it entered.
"So you are," he stated simply, "So maybe you should start acting like it."
She gasped at his words. For some reason they cut much deeper than she would have anticipated. She remembered their wedding day, how happy she had been to become Mrs. Draco Malfoy. She never dreamed their marriage would turn out like this, that she would fail him in some way. Tears began to stream down her face and she wiped them away furiously.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," she said softly, backing down for the first time in her life.
"Oh come on Ginny, you can do better than that. Why don't you yell something back, scream at me, hit me if you want?"
"No, Draco"
"Why not?"
"Because I wont do this anymore, I wont let you bait me. It hurts too damn much."
"Bait you? Is that what you think this is about?"
"Isn't it? This is the way it always goes, Draco. You spit some horrible insult at me and I come roaring back with some equally as offensive retort. You yell, I throw things. Luke wakes up and starts crying from the noise of it all, and I rock him back to sleep. I sleep in our bed, you sleep on the couch. Well I've had enough and I don't think I can take another night of it."
She soon realized that he was standing very close to her now, close enough to reach out and touch. She wanted him to take her in his arms and promise her things were going to get better, to reassure her of his love. Of course, he did no such thing. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, sighing deeply. He looked so tired, so defeated and she almost felt sorry for him.
"I...I don't know why I do it," he said shakily, "I hate hurting you like this."
"Then don't."
"I wish it were that simple."
"Why do you have to complicate everything, Draco?"
"Because things are complicated, Ginny. Everything is just black and white with you."
Ginny rolled her eyes in frustration.
"I'm tired, I'm so tired of dealing with this. Just one moment of peace is all that I ask for, but you can't even give me that," she said.
This was it, the point of no return. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to say the dreaded words she hoped she wouldn't have to say. It was clear now that she had no other option.
"I think you should move out, Draco."
His eyes were piercing through her. He looked angry at first, but his expression quickly changed to one of sadness. He said nothing, just nodded and slowly made his way to the front door. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look at his wife. In his eyes she could see pain and regret, and if she looked deeply enough she could still see the love in his eyes. He then turned and walked out of the house, vowing to himself to become the man that both his wife and son deserve.
Ginny could still picture him walking away, the image burned into her brain. They had never spoken of this night, it wasn't something either of them wanted to rehash. It was, however, the turning point in their relationship. After that night Draco had changed, and maybe Ginny had too in some ways.
Both realized at the same moment that they had just been pulled down memory lane, leaving a very confused son behind. Luke sat, staring patiently at his parents, waiting for them to answer his question. Draco sighed deeply and squeezed Ginny's hand for support. He would have to say this in the best way that he could.
"Your mother and I married very young," he began, "Neither of us realizing quite how young we really were until we were already married."
Luke still had a look of confusion on his face, and Ginny felt the need to clarify.
"At the time we handled the stress of our relationship poorly, but we have always loved each other. It just took us some time apart to understand how much we truly needed one another."
Luke nodded in understanding, a mischevious smile forming on his face.
"You just like to do things the hard way," he said still smiling.
Ginny and Draco smiled back at him, then glanced at one another. It was clear that thinking about that night had shaken both of them, but they did their best to hide it from their son. Until this night they had managed to avoid the topic, but they couldn't run from it forever. There was a moment of akward silence before Draco felt the need to break it.
"Come on little man," Draco said standing from the bed, "Your mum needs her rest."
He kissed her gently on the forehead and Luke hugged her tightly.
"I'll be back later, sleep well," Draco said.
"Bye Mum," Luke added.
"Bye you two," Ginny called as they were walking out.
Draco gave her one last smile as he left the room. Ginny could sense a change, just talking about that night had stirred up something. She knew this was far from over, they definitely needed to have a discussion before marrying again, especially if they wanted it to stick this time. But it was no use worrying about that now.
She let her hand travel down to the small bump of her belly, a smile gracing her features. Twins, they were having twins. With that last thought, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.