A/N: so here is the big chappy. Ginny meets Draco! had a lot of trouble writing this!
I would like to dedicate this chapter to my close friend Saleena for being so supportive 24/7. She has been so wonderful! I love you Sallo!

Enjoy!
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Ginny unwound the towel from her hair and tossed it on to the end of her bed. She reached for the hairbrush on her dresser and paused in the motion when she heard voices from the living room. Her son's boyish voice mingled with the unmistakable low pitch of a man. Concern overrode modesty. Clad only in her bathrobe, Ginny hurried down the narrow hall. Luke knew better than to let a stranger in the house.

The scolding she planned to unleash died on her lips and she stopped in her tracks. The man sitting on the couch next to her son was no stranger.

He looked up and she found herself staring into the stormy grey eyes of her worst nightmare. She opened her mouth but couldn't get a word out. Within a split second, the cozy little world that she had created for her son and herself stopped and shifted. In her mind's eye she saw it go spinning out of her control.

"Hello to you too Ginny." Looking in the direction of the voice she saw Blaise Zabini. He was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, dark eyes dancing with amusement. Seeing this Ginny felt her temper rise. So Draco had brought reinforcements along with him. She thought, fuming. This wasn't Hogwarts anymore, and if Zabini thought that he could have some fun at her expense, he was quite mistaken.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Draco, willing her voice not to waver.

"We need to talk." Came his curt reply.

"About what?"

"Oh I don't know" Draco tilted his head to one side. "maybe we can have the conversation we should have had seven years ago."

For several long moments they stared at each other, not unlike two soldiers bracing for battle. Ginny wasn't at all eager at the prospect of being alone with Draco, but whatever was said between them, she was certain that it would be best if Luke didn't hear. Blaise solved her dilemma for her.

"Come on Luke. Let us leave this lot to talk. I rather fancy a visit to that sweet shop just round the corner. You can show me the best kinds." He said, putting an affectionate arm around Luke's shoulders.

She almost refused to let Luke go for a moment, maternal concern overriding the importunateness of the situation. But Blaise was Draco's best friend. He would never let any harm come to Luke as he obviously knew who Luke's father was. Like it could ever be hidden. She scoffed to herself. Anybody who knew Draco would realize it the moment they laid eyes on Luke! Damn the dominant Malfoy genes! Damn them to where the sun never shines!

When she spoke, she turned her attention to her son. "Run along now Luke. Come home in about an hour okay?" Luke nodded and turned towards Blaise who took the child's hand in his own.

All of a sudden, Luke hesitated and turned to Ginny. Putting on his brave face, he glanced at Draco who stood stiff and stoic, and asked Ginny.

"Is he my father Mummy?"

Although Ginny was not surprised that Luke had figured it out by himself after meeting Draco all of one time- though young, he had always been remarkably clever – his innocent question caught her off guard. She stiffened, and out of the corner of her eye, saw Draco and Blaise share a surprised glance.

"…Yes sweetheart.. this is…your Daddy.."

Luke nodded and looked towards his father, who to his credit, attempted what was supposed to be a welcoming smile. Ginny's heart broke then, when her son wrapped his small arms around her tightly and buried his face in her bathrobe. Ginny recognized this gesture as a show of vulnerability that he had never before let anybody other than her witness.

It showed that he had been far more shaken up by the events of the day than he had let on. She swore, then and there, that no matter what happened, or what was to come, she would never let him hurt her little boy. Her mind made up, she looked at the man responsible for everything in her life that had gone awry, as well as everything that was more precious to her than all that she had lost.

Draco was staring at the picture that she made with her son with an expression of such hunger and longing that Ginny felt her defenses weaken. But she held on firm. No, she decided, it wouldn't do to give him the upper hand. So what if he had no idea of this particular fact.

Luke loosened his arms and looked up at his mother. She smiled at him lovingly and pressed a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Come on now Luke" Blaise called gently giving Ginny a warm, reassuring smile. She gave him a small smile in return, more for Luke's benefit than anything else.

"Go with your Uncle Blaise now Luke."

Blaise looked positively gleeful by this new name and even Draco cracked a smile, looking thoroughly surprised. It was only fair, Ginny reasoned. It was only fair, Ginny reasoned, that Luke knew who Blaise was in his life. After all Draco and Blaise had always been, to each other, the brothers that neither had.

After her son had gone with his new found uncle, Ginny stood staring at the doorway, trying to delay the coming confrontation even if for a few precious moments. She was definitely not looking forward to this clash with Draco, the only man to ever hold her heart. But she would be damned if she went down without a fight. She could live without her heart; she couldn't live without her child. Her baby boy.

"Thank you for not lying to my son." A familiar silky drawl interrupted her reverie.

Ginny turned to face him with a start. His eyes were pools of mercury swirling with something she couldn't exactly pinpoint. They roved over her figure appreciatively, eyes darkening, and suddenly Ginny was painstakingly aware of her nakedness beneath the thin robe. Her cheeks warmed with humiliation as she averted her gaze from Draco's.

"I'll go put some clothes on.. make yourself comfortable.." she turned to flee into the sanctuary f her room, away from Draco's intense gaze.

"I don't mind. In fact, I rather like the view right now." Draco drawled his voice even deeper than before.

Blushing furiously, Ginny shot him a death glare, which he, the snarky Slytherin that he was, answered with a single raised eyebrow.

Refusing to rise to bait, Ginny made her way into her room, but alas! She just couldn't resist getting in the last word.

"And by the way, he is my son!"

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As Ginny disappeared into the house, Draco shook his head humorlessly at her parting shot. Luke was his son as well. Ginevra may have taken the dig at him just then, but her acceptance of Blaise as Luke's uncle clearly showed that she had accepted the situation somewhat at least. That was far more than Draco had expected, and he would happily work with what he got.

He made his way towards the fireplace, on top of which, a series of photographs were arranged. On the far right a baby boy, his face red and eyes shut tight, a tuft of shockingly white hair sticking out from under the baby blue blankets that he was wrapped in. The baby blinked and fussed every once in a while.

Next to it was a muggle photograph of Ginevra with a toddler. She was seated gracefully on an armchair, her fiery hair tumbling in loose waves down her shoulders, chocolate eyes shining with pride and happiness. The baby boy in her arms was beaming widely, arms wide as if to give the photographer a hug. His platinum blond hair contrasted sharply with his mother's red waves. Luke's grey eyes shining like pools of silver as they twinkled as only a child's could. Draco's heart thudded painfully with longing and he swiftly took the photo and slid it into the inside pocket of his signature black robes.

When his knock was answered by his son, Draco had been shocked. Although Blaise had repeatedly insisted on the likeliness between the father and son, seeing it for himself had been unreal to say the least. He had stared at Luke unbelievingly, almost certain that he was staring at a mirror, or atleast a portal which was showing him his six year old self, only to persuade himself moments later that he was just being idiotic. This was definitely his son.

His suspicions were only confirmed when Luke had spoken to him and Blaise; inviting them inside after being reassured that they had come to see his mother. His perfect manners and quick wit that was apparent almost immediately had Draco bursting with pride. Ginevra had done her job well!

And then she herself had come rushing into the living room, clad only in a bathrobe, worry evident on her face. In her shock, she had remained frozen to the spot, and Draco had taken the opportunity to thoroughly study the woman who had tortured him with her memories and thoughts in the past seven years. Pregnancy and childbirth had given more definition to her previously slight curves and the vibrant color of her hair had deepened to a lovely red. Other than that, Ginevra Weasley was still the same beautiful girl- now woman, that Draco had fallen for so many years ago.

He was genuinely taken by surprise when Luke had so quietly asked Ginny whether Draco was his father. He was definitely very smart to be able to figure that out by himself and so soon. He was even more shocked when Ginevra had admitted to her son that Draco was Luke's 'daddy'.

When Luke had embraced Ginevra, Draco had gotten a glimpse into what it must be like, having a child who loved you. Jealousy fierce claws gripped him tightly until he remembered that this was his family. He would soon be a part of this world, no matter what!

After Luke left with Blaise, Draco had had to restrain himself forcefully from stopping him and seating him beside himself. Draco wanted to look at him, hear him talk. But most of all, he ached to hear his son call him Daddy. However, that would have to wait, he decided grudgingly. First of all, he had to clear everything with Ginevra, which would be best, for him as well as her and their son.

"Would you like some tea?" Ginny asked Draco. She had dressed in a simple cream sweater and her favorite comfy blue jeans, her hair pulled up into a sleek ponytail. She hoped that her nervousness didn't show.

"No thank you, we should get right down to business." Draco informed her curtly.

"Oh yes! I had forgotten that I was in the presence of the head of Malfoy Co operations. Everything should be done according to his Highness!" thank God for sarcasm, thought Ginny.

"Very funny Ginevra! But seriously, we need to talk."

"Go on then. And by the way, don't call me Ginevra! It's Ginny." He hadn't changed at all had he?

"Why not? Ginevra is a perfectly nice name. And I refuse to call the mother of my son by a name inspired from an alcoholic drink!" Draco scoffed, hoping to get a response from his favorite spitfire.

Ginny merely looked at him steadily, refusing to rise to his bait. She was a responsible, mature adult now. A mother. She wouldn't let Draco Malfoy and his snobbish remarks change that! No thank you!

Seeing that Ginevra was not about to respond, Draco sat up and asked her the question that had plagued him for the past week.

"Why didn't you tell me Ginevra? Why did you keep our son from me?"

Ginny stiffened and looked down at her hands, clasping them on her lap.

"I was scared. I didn't know how you would react. You never gave me any indication that you felt anything for me. I was nothing more than a..a..shag! I didn't want our child to be a burden to you. And I knew that my family would never understand, so I left a letter with Ron, telling them I needed to get away after the war, and came here." Ginny told him everything in a rush, wanting to get this whole ordeal over with as soon as possible.

"We were good together Ginevra. It was during the war! We both sought comfort from each other, and because I didn't declare my undying love for you, you kept my son from me? What sort of excuse is that Ginevra?" Draco asked harshly, his voice rough with suppressed anger.

"I am not saying that what I did was strictly correct. But I didn't know what else to do Draco, and I'm not going to apologize for that. All I knew was that my son didn't deserve to come into a world that would judge him for being our son." Ginny defended herself to him.

"So why did he give him my name? And what does he know about his father? What have you told him about me?" Draco was far from satisfied by this explanation.

"It was the only thing I could give him of you Draco. I could never begrudge my son his father's name. And I told him the truth. I owe him that much." Ginny answered, trying to persuade him though she was not quite sure why. "I told him that his father loves him very much, that he is a good man. I told him that if you knew about him, you would be here."

Draco was taken aback by this declaration. He had expected things to be very difficult. But then again, Ginevra always surprised him.

"Well then, get packed when Luke gets back. We are going back home" saying that, Draco stood up to wait for Blaise to return.

"Whoa! Wait right there mister! You are Luke's father, and because of that I won't begrudge you the right to be a part of our lives. But you cannot make decisions for us! I won't allow it. Anyways, I haven't spoken with my family in seven years! I can't just go back." Ginny fumed.

"Even if I tell you that they know, and are waiting for you?"

"W..what?" Ginny didn't dare believe it. "You told them? What did they say?"

"They just want you back! And they are so excited to meet Luke, especially Molly. Their only regret is that they couldn't know him from the beginning."

Ginny was too shocked to reply, and seeing Blaise and Luke returning through the window, he took advantage of her silence.

"Owl me in two days time and let me know when to pick you up. Don't bother arguing Ginevra; you know that I always get what I want. If you don't contact me in two days, I'll have my lawyers contact you." He warned lightly.

Just then Luke came into the house, clutching a bag full of sweets. He took one look and them and smiled. It was not his usual large grin, but it was more than he expected. It seemed as though Draco would not have any difficulty winning his son over. (All thanks to Ginevra of course)

Draco smiled back and turned to leave with Blaise.

"Bye Luke. See you very soon okay?" when his son nodded slowly after looking up to see his mother smile encouragingly, Draco almost felt bad for the next words that left his mouth. Almost.

"Two days Ginevra."

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A/N: so what do you think? review and tell me! you know you want to! feel free to give me any ideas that you might have for this story. plus, do you think Luna and Blaise make a good pair *conspirational wink*
p.s: i still havent got any feedback as to whether i should post my carlisle/bella story. tell me what you think guys!

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