Dear Ginevera,

Under normal circumstances I would never write to you. Your relationship with my son was always a secret and though I knew, I felt bad that your family didn't. But at this moment I feel it's necessary for me to write and ask for help. I'm not sure what to do. I, nor Draco, have had contact with you in years, but I'm in desperate need of your help. As you may have heard Draco's wife Olivia passed away yesterday morning giving birth to their son. Draco has pulled away from me. I am frightened for my son and our grandson. Please, if you could come to the Manor as soon as possible, I would be in debt to you.

-Narcissa Malfoy

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"Come on, come on," Ginny mumbled, rubbing her hands together and attempting to snuggle deeper into her down coat. It was nearly the middle of January and although fear coursed through her veins, she was still shivering from the cold.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the front door opened and Narcissa pulled Ginny inside saying, "Oh, come in dear. I'm so sorry for the wait, sometimes I hate Draco's house. I always seem to get lost in it."

Ginny sighed in relief as the door shut behind her and the warm air wrapped itself around her body. "Its fine," she said quietly, "How is he doing?"

Narcissa sighed. She looked older than Ginny had ever seen her, "He hasn't spoken a word to me. He hasn't even named his son." She dipped her head, obviously trying to hide her tears. Sniffling she said, "I'm sorry we had to bother you, but we didn't know who else to ask for help."

"Its fine," Ginny repeated, she hung her coat up and touched Narcissa's shoulder gently, "Where is he?"

"Upstairs, in his chambers," Narcissa said quietly, "I can take you there."

"It's ok," Ginny said, "I know where to go."

Narcissa was obviously trying hard to not make a sound of disapproval, but the look on her face said it all, "Can I get the house elves to bring anything up to you? Perhaps some tea or something?" She touched Ginny's overlarge stomach and said, "How many months?"

"Six," Ginny said, "He'll be about the same age as Draco's son. No tea please, I'm fine thanks."

"Ok, you head on up."

"Thanks," Ginny took Narcissa's hand and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Narcissa nodded, but didn't say anything before walking away, leaving Ginny to walk up to the fourth floor on her own. Ginny tried to ignore the memories that tugged at her from the walls. Turning onto the second floor she smiled and touched the banister. There, over in the far corner of the balcony she and Draco had made love for the first time in this house, only days after Draco had purchased it. And there, on the third floor, in that window seat Draco had brought her breakfast later that year, on a freezing January morning, and she had sat in only his button up black shirt and let him feed her.

The fourth floor, however, brought memories she didn't want to keep. Memories of that horrible fight, but she pushed past them and into Draco's chambers. His chambers here were much different than those at Malfoy Manor. Here they were bigger and fancier and they didn't hold as much of him as the others did. These held another presence, Olivia's presence. Her presence seemed to wash away all of the happy memories Ginny associated with these rooms; all the naked mornings and long weekends she had spent there.

Draco sat at his desk, turned away from her, scribbling harshly on a piece of parchment. The sound of the door slamming shut made him snap, "Mother, I'm fine. I'm not hungry, I don't want tea, get out."

"I-I'm not your mother," Ginny said quietly.

Draco whipped around and stared at her before hissing, "What are you doing here?" The anger in his eyes terrified her. His normally smooth features seemed more angled, more devilish.

"Your mother owled me," Ginny said, trying to sound fearless, "She's worried about you. She asked me for help."

"Get. Out." He hissed, anger and hatred filling his eyes.

Taking a deep breath Ginny worked up all the courage she could muster and stubbornly said, "No."

Draco stood up so fast that his chair crashed to the ground, making Ginny flinch. He swiftly approached Ginny and painfully grabbed her shoulders making her want to whimper. She pushed aside the pain and stared into his eyes. Slowly, very slowly the hard cover melted and his whole figure seemed to collapse until he was hanging onto her for support, sobbing into her shoulder.

Carefully she helped him to the couch where she wrapped her arms around him and let him curl against her like a small child. She didn't try to calm him down, didn't try to make him feel better, she only allowed him to get it all out. He had obviously been bottling up his feelings for days; he couldn't show his parents how he was feeling, that wasn't the Malfoy way.

"God, Ginny," he wept, "How could I let this happen to her? She's gone and now her son is going to grow up without a mother."

Ginny didn't say anything, just cradled him in her arms, not minding that his tears soaked through her shirt or that her leg had fallen asleep minutes ago. He buried his face into her leg and lay face down, his body trembling.

After a while Draco seemed to calm down and soon he rolled over so he was using her lap for a pillow. She stroked his hair gently, watching tears pool in his eyes and then stream gracefully down his cheeks. They sat in silence until Draco whispered, "You didn't have to come."

"Yes, I did," Ginny whispered back, looking down into his eyes. He stared at her questioningly until she sighed and said, "I know it's been years since I've seen you, but," she looked at her hands, "I'll always care about you, Draco."

"Well, thanks," he said weakly.

"Anytime," she said, smiling softly.

"I-I," he mumbled, "I can't raise a child by myself. How am I supposed to do this Ginny?"

"You can raise a child and you're going to raise a child," she said firmly, "You're his father and you need to take care of him."

"But-," Draco started.

Ginny put her hand over his mouth, "Listen to me Draco. It doesn't matter if you think you can or can't do this, and it doesn't matter if you want or don't want to. You have to. He's your son." She took her hand away and watched him carefully.

He took a deep breath and said quietly, "His name is Scorpio."

Smiling, Ginny took his hand and said, "Can I see him?"

Draco led Ginny out of his chambers and to the next room. The room was painted a deep blue, an uncommon color in Malfoy homes, with white furniture and frilly white curtains. Ginny immediately walked over to the crib and peeked in. "Oh, God, Draco, he's beautiful."

"Yeah," Draco was still standing in the doorway.

"Come here," Ginny walked over to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the crib. Scorpio, as if sensing that this was the right moment, yawned, stretched and slowly opened his eyes. He stared up at Ginny and Draco before holding up one of his small hands. Impulsively Ginny held out her finger allowing the baby to grasp it gently. After a minute Ginny reached in and pulled Scorpio into her arms and cradled him. He was surprisingly calm, snuggling against her.

Ginny smiled up at Draco and said, "Take him." She held the baby to Draco who shrank away, tucking his arms behind his back.

"No, you can keep him," he said shakily, "I've never held a baby."

"Draco, grow up," Ginny pushed Scorpio into Draco's arms.

Draco held the boy awkwardly, his arms stretched out in front of him. Ginny sighed and rearranged them so the baby was cradled against Draco's chest. After a while Draco relaxed and stared continuously down at his son.

Ginny watched them avidly. Draco had grown up in the years since she'd seen him. It had been what, three years? Four? She couldn't remember. His face had matured, naturally, he was almost twenty six. Most things about him were the same, but older. His hair was still quite thick and smooth and his chest and arms will still toned. Thankfully he hadn't started losing hair or gaining weight like most men did as they got older. He looked up at Ginny, and she smiled at him carefully. His eyes hadn't changed at all. They were still the perfect clear blue that they'd always been.

Glancing at her watch Ginny said, "Draco, I need to go. Harry is alone with our son and God knows if James is still alive."

"Well, thank you for coming," Draco said quietly, "I really do appreciate it."

"Your welcome," Ginny smiled at him. She approached him and looked down at Scorpio, "Goodbye little guy. Be good." Her eyes dragged up to Draco's face and she said, near whispered, "It's really good to see you again." He nodded and smiled. A debate raged in her head and finally she leaned up and kissed his cheek swiftly. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask," and she hurried out of the room. A quick goodbye to Narcissa and then Ginny flooed back home.

Ginny collapsed against the wall in her living room, panting for air while her stomach did cartwheels. That house, his smell, everything seemed to take over her mind and the only thing she wanted to do was jump him. If she hadn't left when she had it was very likely that she would be naked in Draco's bed right now.

Harry walked into the room carrying James, "Are you ok honey?"

"W-what?" Ginny stuttered, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm fine," Harry said, looking worried. "How is your mum?"

"My what?" Ginny asked, looking up at Harry, confused.

"Your mum," he said slowly. He put a hand on her forehead, "Are you ok? What happened?"

"Oh, yeah, my mum," she shook her head to clear her thoughts, "She's fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Why?"

He pulled his hand away, "You don't have a fever, but you're acting strange."

"I'm fine," she repeated briskly, "How's James?"

"He's fine," Harry handed James to Ginny as she stood up, "I was just getting ready to put him to bed."

"Right," Ginny looked at him from under her lashes, "We can put him to bed and then go to bed ourselves?" The fire running through her veins was making her put out more than she usually did.

Harry looked at her, surprised and then stuttered, "Um, uh, yeah, sure."

"Great," Ginny kissed him deeply, "I'll meet you in our room."

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"Luna," Ginny whispered. Luna didn't look up from her work, "Pst, Luna!"

Luna finally looked up, confused, "Ginny?"

"Shh!" Ginny insisted, looking around.

"What are you doing here?" Luna asked.

"Come here," Ginny hissed, gesturing.

Luna sighed and dropped down on her hands and knees to join Ginny under a desk, "Why are we under this desk?"

"Because I don't want him to see me," Ginny whispered.

"You can stop whispering, nobody is going to hear us under this desk," Luna pointed out, "And he won't see you, he took two weeks off to mourn the death of his wife and to be with his son."

"Really?" Ginny whispered. Luna gave her a look and Ginny cleared her throat and said, "Really?"

"Yeah," Luna said, "but why did you show up at my office? You never come to my office."

"Well usually your boss, my ex fiancé, works here too," Ginny said pointedly, "But this was too important, I have to talk to you now."

"Can it wait an hour?" Luna asked, "I go on my lunch break then."

"No, it can't wait," Ginny insisted.

"Fine," Luna huffed, "Come on." She crawled out from under the desk, ignoring the strange looks from the other people in the office. Ginny followed suit and the two women walked into a break room. Luna shut the door behind them and gestured for Ginny to sit down. "Now, what's going on?"

"I saw him," Ginny said.

"Draco?" Luna asked.

"Yeah," Ginny said, taking a deep breath. "His mum owled me and I went over there to talk to him. We actually talked. We sat in the same room and held each other. He sobbed into my shoulder." Her eyes finally connected with Luna's, "I've never been so," Ginny paused to search for words, "turned on."

"Seriously?" Luna asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Ginny groaned, "I went home and practically jumped Harry. He was shocked."

"I can imagine," Luna said.

"What have you heard about him?"

"Who? Draco?" Luna asked. Ginny nodded furiously and Luna sighed, "All I've heard is that he's taken time off to spend with his son." Luna shrugged, "There are rumors of a second wife already in the picture, but who knows."

"A second wife?" Ginny asked, shocked.

"Yeah," Luna said glancing worriedly at Ginny, "Someone in the Finances Department said they saw him yesterday in London with a snobby looking woman."

"Shit," Ginny mumbled, glancing down at her watch, "Luna I have to get to work, can we talk more about this later?" Luna nodded, still looking concerned. "Thanks." Ginny hugged Luna quickly and hurried out.

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