(Sorry about the delay. Got my imagination back)

Confrontations

Ginny's P.O.V

He was just sitting there, with his stupid smirk on his stupid face on his stupid head. I was going to kill him I really was, with a spoon. I wanted to make it as long as possible.

'Hi Ginny you ok?'

What an idiot, how the hell dare he?

'I'm fine thanks get a good sleep?'

I mean talking to me, the nerve of it. I went over to the breakfast bar and got a cup of black coffee. I so hated mornings. It was then that she came in, bless her confused soul. She sat down next to James, who instantly put an arm around her. I would have gone awwww if the circumstances had been different. Draco was just sitting there, with a sneer, and then returned to his paper. It astonished me, how could he treat her like that, an innocent child.

Harry came in a few seconds after with the rest of the kids following him, as always really. He was smiling and came over to me with his usual good morning hug, but then he saw Draco and his shoulders instantly dropped with clenched wrists forming.

'Hun, don't ok he is not worth it. Plus I don't want the kids to see a Potter and Malfoy fight live to be honest with you.'

He turned towards me and he grinned, his god like grin. Of course though, we had not seen pansy standing right behind us, with her suitcase and wedding ring in tow.

Serenity's P.O.V

Mum did not look impressed. Her face was like Grandma's when daddy….sorry Malfoy…..got drunk at Christmas and pulled over the Christmas tree, again. She has our cases in her hand and a gold thing as well. Her eyes looked like black ice, but she could not see me. She was staring straight at da…Malfoy with seeming venom.

'You see this Draco. You see this piece of bloody tin that you gave to me. I know longer believe in it anymore, or the lies you said to me in front of that stupid vicar or our sedated families. I want to leave you, along with my daughter, because when ever I look at you I see him. You father. And I don't want to face that any more. I loved you Draco, more than you ever could or wanted too. Have a nice life Malfoy.'

She grabbed me around the wrist, and James's arm left me…..James's arm…and I was running towards the door.

'Thank you Harry…..Ginny…..for a wonderful Christmas. I am so sorry about the commotion which we have caused you all. So sorry.'

Then we left through that front door, which led to the most wonderful home I had ever been in. We entered the cold again, and had no where to go. Once again.

Harry's P.O.V

He stayed in the kitchen all night reading the paper with unmoving eyes and drinking cold coffee. I almost felt sorry for him, then I looked at my heavenly kids and I hated him all over again.

Eventually he left, thank god, in a vain attempt to win pansy over apparently. Ginny waved him goodbye out of the door like a perfect hostess, then grimaced like the Potter she was and got a glass of wine.

For seem reason though, James acted like a lost soul all through the holidays. It was as if my wonderful son had turned into an adolescent over night.

Finally the day came when we drove the clan to the station and watched them, once again, clamber on to that Gorgeous crimson train to the only place I ever called home. Then I was left with my angel all over again, and oh I had no idea what we could possibly do. Well……..that would be telling.