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When Ginny finally woke up she stared at the ceiling of the Three Broomsticks' backroom. She knew he was in the room, she could feel his eyes like a brand burning her skin. She had fainted with shock at just the sight of him, his voice dripping with amusement. Could she live through a conversation with him? Why was he still in the room? He wasn't supposed to come back like this. Hell he wasn't supposed to come back into her life at all. She was happy and content with her nice little set up. She had struggled for months and months to get where she was, pain-stakenly so. Now that she had a good job and house for her and her daughter she didn't want it to be ruined just because he decided to have a drink in the Three Broomsticks.
Sighing, she pulled herself into a sitting position on the squishy pink sofa. Ginny looked around the small room, trying hard not to make eye contact with the blond wizard sitting three feet away from her. A small glass of water sat serenely on the table next to the man she refused to look at. She could go through to the bar for some water. She didn't need his help but the calming potion next to the taunting glass would help her jittering nerves. No, she didn't need it. She was strong and independent now, he was just a memory, a memory which she couldn't forget.
Slightly unnerved by his stare she shifted uncomfortably. The silence was almost suffocating. 'Why wasn't he saying anything?' she thought furiously.
"What do you want me to say Ginevra?" His voice cut through the silence like a knife making her jump in surprise realising she had thought out loud.
"Sorry would be a start but then, 'Malfoys never apologize'." She quoted what he said to her on their last meeting which was still fresh in her mind it was almost like it happened yesterday.
"Ginevra." She had always loved the way he said her name, his proper upbringing made his accent much more refined than hers, the R rolling off his tongue in such a way that made her weak at the knees.
She put her hand up when he opened his mouth to continue. "Don't Draco. Just don't say anything because I don't want to hear it." Taking a deep breath she finally had the courage to look into those stormy grey eyes, the same eyes she fell in love with three years ago. "There is nothing left so say."
She stood up and walked over to the table next to Draco, forgetting the water she swallowed the sickly sweet calming potion instead. As she turned to leave, a strong grip on her wrist held her in place. With a sharp tug Draco pulled Ginny towards him so she was now sprawled on his lap, her expression one of shock as he grabbed her head and held her steady as his tongue plunged into her mouth.
As Draco furiously ravished her mouth with his own, Ginny sat motionless in the arms of the man she still loved. His hands glided slowly up to her breasts, she moaned when his thumb traced circles round her nipple. His hands were hot against her skin, she felt like she was on fire. Ginny moaned once more and thrust her fingers into his immaculate hair and pulled him harder against her. He removed his mouth from hers and made serious work of licking and nibbling at her neck.
Only when his hand reached under her skirt and caressed the inside of her thigh did she realise what the hell she was doing with her ex lover who dumped her unceremoniously when she told him she was carrying his child. She moved away so abruptly that she stumbled off his lap and fell onto the floor, her skirt high enough to show him the colour of her lacy knickers.
"I'm sorry. So sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, it shouldn't have happened."
Draco watched in frustration as Ginny picked herself off the ground and started to babble hysterically, she was trembling.
"I'm willing, you're willing. I don't see the problem here."
Ginny frowned as he gestured between them; he only used hand actions when he was agitated. Just like when he ran his hands through his hair when he was relaxed and being playful, or when he rubbed his shoulder when he was tense or argumentative. The way he would pace when he was thinking, or rub his nose when he was tired. She had memorized all his little actions, the little things he didn't know he did, the little things he would hate to know that he did. These little things made him all the more real to her, more human.
"Draco, it's not as easy as that." With one last longing look she left the backroom and into the now quiet bar. Glancing round she noticed only a few of the locals were still drinking in the bar. Madame Rosmerta hurried over to her with a concerned look. "Are you okay, you look flushed."
Ginny felt her face grow even more heated as her boss inspected her more closely. The older woman frowned and pointed to Ginny's neck. "What's that? I hope you haven't hurt yourself."
Ginny hurried over to a mirror and hastily slapped her hand over the love bite. Her eyes widened with surprise when Draco Malfoy stepped out of the backroom, still dressed in the ridiculous pimp costume, and waltzed round to the other side of the bar giving Madame Rosmerta a glorious smile. "Draco, sweetheart, why don't you escort Ginny home? I wouldn't want her to walk home by herself in her condition."
Ginny watched in frozen shock as Draco turned to give her a slow smile. "I don't think she would appreciate it very much."
"Oh Draco of course she would." The landlady handed Ginny her purse. "Ginny, this young man will walk you home. I don't want to risk you walking alone when you're feeling poorly." Her boss gave her a gentle push towards the door.
Once they were both out the door the two ex lovers stood in the cold street, Ginny scowling, Draco smirking. He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her flush against his body. "Where to my lady?"
Ginny shivered at the sound of his husky voice. "Get your hands off me. I don't need your help."
She forcefully wrenched her arm out of his vice-like grip and proceeded to make her way home. Draco followed her out of curiosity, she should have been walking in the same direction as him to the apparition point. Instead the vivacious red head was stomping in the other direction towards a row of quaint little cottages. He followed her up the path and to the door of the furthest away cottage.
"Ginny? Who's house is this?" Ginny turned to find him almost touching her, his face scrunched up with confusion making him look cute.
"This would be my house Malfoy. Thanks for walking me home. You can go now." She honestly didn't want to open the door. She knew Caledonia would still be awake and as soon as Ginny opens the door there was the probable chance she would come running to see her. That was something she didn't want happening, Draco Malfoy had no right to see her after what happened between them. He played her for a fool but really, with a daughter like Caledonia, she was the winner.
"Are you not going to invite-" he was cut off as the front door opened to bathe them both in luminous yellow light.
"Ginny I thought you might have forgotten your keys." Luna's serene voice floated from the doorway, she stood with blank blue eyes staring at Draco. "Hello Draco."
"Mama?" A sleepy little two year old with bouncy red curls rubbed her astonishing grey eyes sleepily. She stretched her arms out towards Ginny, who took her without thinking about it and gave the little girl a kiss against her soft ringlets.
"Ginny. What's her name?" Draco stared in awe at the little girl before him in the hands of Ginevra Weasley, he knew damn well that this toddler was his daughter.
"I'm sorry Draco, you gave up the right to know that when you said you didn't want anything to do with me ever again." Ginny replied with tears in her eyes, turning her back on him she went inside, leaving Draco and Luna alone on the doorstep.
"Don't force your way back into her life. Take it step by step, you will have to work hard to regain her trust." Luna smiled and but her eyes were still eerily blank, "Her name is Caledonia." The blonde witch closed the door with a simple click leaving Draco in darkness. He remembered Ginny had told him she loved Scotland with a passion, she felt like she belonged there.
Caledonia was who she loved most, Caledonia belonged to her and only her. Well, that was about to change because Draco Malfoy was not making the same mistake twice by letting go of the only woman he ever loved and his daughter.
A/N - Hi! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter and hopefully you liked this chapter as much as the last. PLEASE REVIEW!
A/N 2 - I you happen to read Wicked Insult, there shall be an update very soon...lots more D/G interaction. Also A Happy Ending is on hold at the moment but I will get back to writing it once I find away to get myself out of the corner that I have put myself in.