A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! I love them :) I've been playing with the idea for this story for a while. I can't promise the updates will always be this quick but at least for the near future they probably will be. Glad you're along for the ride.. If anyone's interested in beta'ing for me lemme know!

"Momma, momma!" Scorpius called sliding to a halt in front of the kitchen entrance. Ginny looked up from the paper she was reading, Draco's face was plastered on the front and offered him a small smile.

"Yes Scorpius?"

"There's a man at the gate Momma," Scorpius said. He paused a moment and then pointed at the paper. "Hey, that's him right there!"

Ginny put the paper down and looked towards the window facing the lawn. She couldn't see Malfoy from here, but she imagined that Scorpius was not lying. This time. Victoire wandered into the kitchen behind him, a bunch of roses in her hand.

"Aunt Ginny, who's the man at the gate?"

"Scorpius do you remember how to floo call Grandma Weasley?" Ginny asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking. Scorpius nodded seriously.

"Okay. Floo her and ask if she can come over please." Ginny said as she made her way from the kitchen.

"I'm here to visit Draco Malfoy," Ginny said as she approached the first guard to Azkaban. The guard looked up in surprise and shook his head.

"No visitors for that one. Solitary confinement," he grunted in reply. Ginny frowned and reached her cloak. The guard stiffened but she only pulled out a sealed envelope. She placed it on the desk in front of him.

"I think you'll find I'm the exception to that rule," Ginny stated. The man stared at the seal for a minute and then looked back up at her. She pulled her hood down to reveal the mess of auburn curls styled gently on top of her head.

"You'll have to speak with the Warden then," he said finally. Ginny nodded pulling her hood back on. "And you'll have to surrender your wand."

Ginny huffed at this but reached into the deep sleeves of her emerald cloak to pull it out. She rested it on the man's desk. He waved his own wand over it, then opened a drawer and placed it in. After sealing the drawer with both his wand, and a key secured around his neck he gestured for her to follow.

The warden was slightly more pleasant. It seemed he had at least been warned of her impending visit – though she had arranged it almost six months before. In the time following she had been trying to work up the courage to actually come to the prison. She hadn't been here since the end of the war, when Harry had been involved in it's restructuring. They had had to attend the "Grand Reopening," though Ginny would hardly call it a celebration…Or grand.

The warden himself led her to a conference room. When he opened the door Ginny was only slightly surprised to see that Draco Malfoy was already secured on one side of the table.

"No touching," the warden stated. "Knock three times when you're finished."

Ginny stepped reluctantly into the room and the door slammed shut behind her. She pulled her hood down and stood, back against the door. Staring at Malfoy.

"Well, well, well…This is a…Surprise," Malfoy drawled before his face settled into a scowl. "What do you want Weasley. And how did you get in here, only my Counselor is supposed to be allowed."

"There were exigent circumstances," Ginny replied softly. She finally moved closer to the table and perched on the seat across from him.

"I suppose it doesn't hurt that Daddy's the one who put me in here," Malfoy hissed. "I'm not gonna talk, even to you."

"I'm not here about your case, Draco," Ginny replied softly. She looked down at her hands for a minute and then reached inside her robe. She pulled out a couple of pictures and slid them across the table. Draco brought his clasped hands over the table to pick up the pictures.

"How did you get these," he growled finally. Though not before Ginny saw the softness that flickered through his eyes and across his face. They were pictures of a five year old Scorpius riding a miniature broom. His first broom, and his face was lit up with the brilliant smile that only a child can produce.

"Your mother thought you might like to see them," Ginny said finally after considering her answer.

"Why would she ask you to bring them," Draco drawled. He had changed to a portrait of the young boy, taken a year before the picture of him flying. on his fourth birthday.

"Draco, do you know who's fostering your son?" Ginny asked suddenly. She was examining her hands again, which were folded in her lap. Draco took a second to examine her. Her eyes seemed drawn, and she looked far older than her twenty-four years. Her face had matured since he had seen her last, nearly two years before at the last Minister's ball he had attended. Before Astoria had killed herself, before this whole mess began. He found that he quite liked the way her hair was arranged on top of her head, and looking down to the hands she was studying quite intently – he was surprised to notice that she was no longer wearing the huge rock Potter had secured on it right after her graduation. He decided, for the sake of gaining some information about his son, he would reply honestly.

"I had assumed my mother would be caring for him." Ginny looked up at him, a pained expression flickering over her face which she quickly masked. She was getting better at controlling her emotions he realized. Though the look unsettled him.

"The Ministry asked me to take care of him," she replied after a long moment. "I've been looking after him since you were incarcerated."

Draco would have sprung out of his chair at that point, had he not been chained to the floor. Instead he settled for throwing the pictures down, careful not to harm them, and slamming his closed fists on the table.

"THEY WHAT!"

"Draco…I can't…I can't discuss your mother." Ginny looked pained again and paused then backtracked. She settled on a different topic. "Scorpius is in good hands."

"I hardly see how the bane of my childhood existence is a good father figure to my son," Draco managed to lower his voice. Although he wanted to shout, to hex this young woman into oblivion, he also wanted information. His Counselor only told him what he needed to know, and went out of his way to keep Draco is a pleasant mood. Despite the fact that he was the best Barrister wizarding money could buy, he was still a sniveling bastard.

"Harry…Harry and I are no longer together," Ginny finished lamely. She seemed to want to say more but she stood abruptly. She reached across the table to gather the picture. Draco reached out her hands to stop her, but she waved him off. She gathered them muttering under her breath, and then tucked them carefully into the inside of his prison issued shirt.

"Try not to tell them I gave those to you. I'd like to be able to come back and visit…I think, perhaps, I've revealed too much for one day and I need to speak with your mother and Counselor to see what else I'm…permitted to speak to you about."

Draco was surprised that she was willing to risk the displeasure of the warden and her father to give him what could only be considered contraband in Azkaban.

"I'd appreciate if you would ask your Cousnelor to add me to your Owl list," she said finally as she stepped away from the table and toward the door. "I'd like your input when I choose a tutor for him."

"You're going to pay for a private tutor," Malfoy asked incredulously. He didn't understand why this witch was being so pleasant to him. This was the first news he'd had since his son had been whisked off by the ministry two years before. They had at least removed the boy before they confiscated his wand and placed him in chains.

"I'm not poor anymore," Ginny replied, her voice rasing and octave.

"I wasn't saying that you were," Draco replied finally. "I just don't understand why."

"I assumed that when…if…you were ever released you would want your son to be trained as a society boy. It only makes sense to start that now. I have no problem paying for the training…For now. I expect Narcissa will help."

Ginny knocked on the door, not waiting for a reply and Draco was left with his mouth slightly agape. He was still puzzling over the conversation when the guards came to collect him and return him to his cell.

Ginny had left Scorpius to make the floo call and ventured to the front porch. She could see Draco's tall figure standing at her gates, seemingly surveying the lands. She could see, from here, his slight surprise. This made her smile inwardly.

When she had taken over Scorpius' care she had been living in a flat in London with Harry. However, after her retirement – and cashing out some of her investments – she had decided that she would buy a nice house in the country. She had tired of city life anyway and dreamt of her childhood at the Burrow. Narcissa had been the one to suggest the old farmhouse not far from Wiltshire, and given that it had been such a steal and that the seller appeared to be a strawman Ginny had always wondered if Narcissa had had a hand in funding the house. Although the mansion had been sealed after Draco's arrest, Narcissa had her Black inheritance – increased by the money her sister had left behind – to support her.

The farmhouse was quite large. It had seven bedrooms, not including the master suite that Ginny herself lived in, and eight bathrooms. The cellar was furnished with racks for an extravagant wine selection – and she had slowly been filling them. The downstairs was a mostly open floor plan, and the clean, polished hardwood floors were just to Ginny's taste. The house also sported a wrap-around porch that suited Ginny just fine.

She had worked to cultivate the gardens surrounding the house herself, often joined by her nieces and nephews and – when he was old enough – Scorpius himself. She had been surprised that the boy didn't mind getting his hands dirty, but part of her suspected that he didn't quite like sharing her with his cousins and would rather be dirty than left to his own devices.

Ginny her the floo roar to life, signaling her mother's arrival and made her way down the path to the gates. She stopped when she was several feet away, eyeing Draco wearily.

"Let me in Ginerva," he said finally, realizing that she would not speak first.

"Draco, you can't just show up like this." Ginny said finally. She waved her hands at the gates though and they opened to admit him. It didn't hurt that she had the front door warded as well.

"Like hell I can't, Scorpius is my son. Or have you forgotten while you were playing pretend," Draco snarled. He made to move past her but Ginny drew herself up and stepped in front of him. Her hair was still loose from her bath this morning and had dried into soft curls that melted down her back. Her eyes, however, flashed dangerously making the soft hearted woman look quite like Draco's own mother. This gave him pause.

"Draco, I don't have a problem with you seeing Scorpius. But it's going to confuse him. Have you even visited your mother yet?"

"No, my son comes first," Draco stated blithely. Ginny shook her head.

"You need to speak with Narcissa first Draco, it's been a long time. Did you forget our agreement?"

Draco's eyes hardened and he just stared at her. In truth, he hadn't forgotten the agreement. He had blatantly ignored it, part of him believing that she would be beyond excited to release the child to his care. He thought that he would just be able to pick up his life where he'd left off. Sweep the child off to a vacation on the Continent and forget bloody England for several years.

"Draco, I don't want to do this to you but you have to leave or I will call the Aurors. We can arrange a meeting between you and Scorpius. But it has to be on my terms. You agreed to this."

"That's not fair!" Draco exclaimed.

"Scorpius is ten years old Draco! He hardly remembers you except for the album your mother and I made. He'll be so confused when he sees you that he won't be able to think straight. You can't just come in here and sweep him off to some unknown location. I'm the only family he's known for SEVEN years!" Ginny stated in an even tone, though her voice had raised an octave.

"That's hardly my fault," Draco hissed in reply.

"Really?" Ginny replied, equally hissing. "So it's just a fluke that they've finally released you? Or did you finally weaken enough to tell them about your wife's disgusting, embarrassing, scandalous habits?"

Draco blanched at this and Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"That's what I thought. I won't stand in the way of your relationship with your son. But I won't let you barge in here and destroy what little peace he's had these past seven years. Come for lunch tomorrow, after you've met with your mother."

Ginny pushed him towards the gate then and it slammed shut behind him. He opened his mouth several times, but was unable to say anything in reply because she had already disappeared into the house.