Authors Note: This is another attempt at a D/G fic. I swear, I'll try and update as often as possible. I have the first four chapters pre-written, and they'll be up shortly. I hope you like it, and review!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing, except for characters and things you don't recognize.
Full Summary: Ginny Weasley, on the run from Death Eaters, happens to find herself being protected by none other than Draco Malfoy. He isn't a Slytherin for nothing, though, and protecting his former schoolmate and her son comes at a price. She is forced to become nanny to Draco's unruly, and willingly mute heir, while running away from the antics of BOY!Blaise, and trying her hardest to overcome painful barriers of the past. Slightly angsty, filled with humor and mushy fluff.
Ginny took one last look at the boy lying sound asleep in his bed, illuminated by moonlight. A tear made it's way down her cheek, falling to the floor with a gentle splash. "I love you," she whispered softly, wishing with all of her heart that she didn't have to leave.
"Mum?"
Turning from the open door, Ginny glanced at her son, who held a large trunk in his hands. At thirteen years old, he was already threatening to tower over his mother, with soft black hair and large brandy eyes. Freckles engulfed his worn face, and worry lines were permanently etched into his forehead.
"Are you ready to go, Jamie?"
"Yeah, I suppose so, mum. Where are we heading off to now?"
"I don't know sweetheart, I just don't know."
"Don't cry, mother." Said Jamie, setting down the trunk and wiping away the tears cascading down Ginny's face. "I'll go to the ends of the earth with you, no matter what." The last part was said so softly, and so lovingly, that it took all the willpower she possessed, for the redhead not to break down into sobs.
Once she got a hold of her emotions, Ginny said, "we'd better go. Immediately. I don't want anyone to wake up–"
"It's too late." Came a sneering voice from behind her.
"Xavier!" Ginny whirled around, panic marring her features.
"I'm coming with you."
"Xavier... please. Go back to bed."
"No Miss Weasley, I'm coming."
"You cannot!"
"May I remind you that you and your son made a commitment to my father and me?"
"Your father–"
"May be a bastard, but without him, I would have never met you."
Ginny had to smile at that. It's true, she thought, albeit begrudgingly. But it's his fault I'm in this mess in the first place.
It all started with a letter.