TWO WEEKS AFTER THE FUNERAL
-HARRY
I was so nervous. I felt like a teenager. Draco, wait did I just call him Draco? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Draco was on his way to the shop. My shop. My business. We were going to discuss working together. I was freaking out. It was just like my date with Cho fifth year. Except this wasn't a date. Or was it? I was pacing and messing with my hair. Oliver was sitting by the front desk, cleaning some of the Quidditch equipment. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Harry, calm down."
"What are you talking about Oliver?"
"You've been pacing around the shop, pulling at your hair, and muttering under your breath for the past hour and a half. Calm down, it'll work out. You know how he is with Quidditch. And honestly, Harry, the sexual tension between you and him was palpable."
I paled a little bit and let out a shaky breath.
"What do you mean?"
"Harry, do you think Hermione was the only one to notice before you did that you were gay? First of all, you're incredibly thick and you don't see anything unless it's starting you in the face. Second of all, you used to check out my arse in the showers."
I blushed and cursed myself a little bit. Of course he would notice.
"I- errrmm…"
"Harry, shut up."
He laughed and winked at me. I heard the door open and we both looked up. He walked in. I lost every ounce of breath in my lungs. Draco was pure perfection. He was dressed in muggle clothing, which I would have found odd if he didn't look so damn amazing. He was wearing straight leg black jeans with a steel grey button down shirt and a black blazer. His hair was perfect, as usual. I admit, I was staring quite a bit but I really couldn't help it. I vaguely heard Oliver say hello to him and tell me that he was leaving for his scheduled lesson. Draco smirked.
"Like what you see Potter? I can tell you dressed up for this meeting as well."
I looked down at my outfit; I admit I did pay slightly more attention to my clothes today than usual. I also wore jeans but they wear denim colored rather than black. I was wearing an emerald green silk sweater that Hermione had bought me two Christmases ago because she said it was the perfect shade for my eyes. I blushed slightly and looked back up at Draco. He had this slightly hungry look in his eyes that caught me slightly off-guard and, to be completely honest, it turned me on like nothing else had in quite awhile. I cleared my throat and walked over to Draco and stuck my hand out to him.
"Friends?" I whispered thickly. He looked deep into my eyes and seemed to be having some type internal struggle. He nodded and brought his hand to mine. We looked at each other with tears threatening to spill out of both of our eyes.
"Friends." He whispered back to me.
Thirteen years later and we finally took each others' hands.
-GINNY
-SAME DAY AND TIME
I knocked on the door to my dad's office. I heard a harried "come in!" and I pushed the door open.
"Hi Daddy."
"Ginny, hello darling, what are you doing here?"
He looked a little confused. I walked over and kissed my father on the cheek. He smiled at me and patted my baby bump.
"I can't wait to meet my little grandchild."
I smiled at him and sat down across from his desk.
"I know; I can't wait to be a mom."
"So, why are you visiting me? You always hated the Ministry. Bring-your-daughter-to-work-day was always an issue. Ron still resents you for making him go with me all those years."
I giggled, "I do hate it here. Harry used to hate that I never would visit him at work. He would come bring me lunch on the Quidditch field and he would say that he needed to be romanced as well… I got the final divorce papers. Harry doesn't know I'm here. We really haven't talked about when we were finalizing things."
"I'm sorry, baby girl. If it were anyone else, I'd kill him for hurting my baby. But I don't think Harry actually hurt you, did he?"
I shook my head, "No, I always knew that there was something missing. And he does love me. He's been through so much and I just feel terrible that I made part of his life harder."
"No, Ginny. You're giving him a baby. Harry desperately wants to be a parent and you have given him that gift. And you're right; he does love you and he always will."
"Dad, I was thinking. I think I should give Harry primary custody of the baby."
My dad gave me a long look and he nodded.
"I think that would be best for the two of you."
I blinked back tears and nodded.
"I don't know how else to let him know that I still love him and trust him and that there are no bad feelings. And I know this is selfish but… I can't raise a baby by myself."
Dad walked over to me and hugged me while I cried.
-HARRY
SAME DAY, THAT NIGHT
"Ginny, are you home?" I called out as I walked in the door. "I brought home dinner for you. "
Ginny walked down the steps from upstairs wearing her pajamas.
"Dinner sounds fantastic. What did you bring me?"
Her hair was ruffled and she had circles under her eyes.
"Chinese take-away. Are you okay? You look sick."
My voice was laced with concern. Ginny shook her head and walked over to me. She hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"No, I'm fine. Come; let's eat. There are some things I wanted to talk about."
We walked to the dining room and we set out the take-away. We began eating in silence.
"What did you want to talk about, Gin?"
"I went to the Ministry today."
"You did? Why?"
"Well, I've been thinking… First of all, I got our final divorce papers. I know that you don't like discussing it but we agreed that this is where our marriage has to go. Second, we need to decide custody from now. And I had a thought."
"Ginny, I won't fight you for most things, you know that. You can have the house, half the bank account; you know that I don't care. But what do you mean custody? I assumed we would split it."
Ginny blinked back tears. Her hands were shaking. I grabbed her hands and looked her straight in the eye. She took a deep breath.
"Harry, I want you to have primary custody of the baby."
"Wait. What?"
"Yes, Harry, I think it's best."
"But… But why?"
"Please, Harry… Trust me. I have my reasons. I promise, I'm right about this."