*** Sequel here!!! Liked War What Is It Good For? Upset that Ginny died? Wait no longer to see what's going to happen with all your favorite characters. I mean I only have a few original ones but you know you missed them! Well I know it's been a while now. Believe me I've written this several times each time being different. I liked this one the most though. Draco's all angsty and torn apart. The poor bloke and all. I'll try to update this as often as I can. Well that is if I get feedback *cough* review *cough.*
It takes place four years after Ginny "died." You say the quotation marks right? Don't miss that! There will be other characters coming in the next chapter. I guess this would be the prologue. Have fun and keep the flames away.
Thanks Karnikiss.***
The blonde rolled on his left side to turn back on his right side two seconds later. In his head he could see her behind his closed eyelids. Even though his bed was empty besides him, being the only occupant, he could still feel the heat from her body. There was no traces of any red strands on his pillow yet he could still smell her hair as if his face was buried in the silky strands.
This is not anything new. It's an every night occurrence. The redhead haunts his dreams from beyond. Not only can he see, smell, and feel her, but he swears he can hear her. If anyone else knew they would think he's off his rocker. The truth is that the guilt has gotten to him more than his father had ever thought. It's been eating away at him. The bags under his eyes, the weight loss, the blank stare he gives when he's supposed to be paying attention gives away something more.
The man that gave him life and took that away from his soul mate got away. It's far from over. Everyone got away. He could care less though. Bentley nearly killed him after his father fled. The sword was poised to go right through his still beating heart. If only Casey hadn't seen. Why did Grey have to interfere? He's bitter that his life was saved. What was the point in it? So he could be bitter waiting for her again in another seventy years?!
Finally giving up the fight, he threw the covers aside and staring at the ceiling, he reached over to the night stand and grabbed his wand. Without throwing on a jacket over his pajamas he apparated to a familiar spot. Silently he walked up the stairs in the all too well known house. If they knew he was here...well he would be upset. She was a bit more understanding.
Slipping into the room he knelt down beside the bed. The little girl was asleep soundly in her bed. He pulled the covers up to her chin. If she were awake she would jump and cling to him. He was her favorite "uncle." That is a hard little act to achieve with so many competitors. Yet he took it with a grain of salt. Here the little girl looked so familiar. Ones that been haunting his dreams.
The blonde hair, bright brown eyes, heart warming smile, soft voice, musical laugh all of it he could have had. On the bed in front of him tucked in securely looked like what could have been his daughter. Take away the Weasley last name and the Ron attitude and she may have been a product of a Weasley and a Malfoy. If only his father hadn't chosen to be so vindictive. He had to take away something that made his son happy.
"Victoria," he whispered and smoothed back the slumbering girl's hair. "I wanted a girl you know? She would have been your age too. Adrian," he trailed off.
That was going to be her name. Adrian Malfoy. Ginny didn't know a lot of things. She didn't know how he liked her before she stepped foot into his camp. Then she didn't know how close he had been to killing Bentley when he was found out. Most certainly she had no idea that he had an image in his head and at least one name picked out. The first was going to be a girl. Andy, he was going to call her affectionally. She'd be part him, part Gin, and a total different being as well.
Leaning over he dropped a kiss on her forehead and apparated again. He didn't want to be there when Ron woke up to do his nightly check. The man have to clench his teeth sometimes to stand the blonde man, but he loves his family unconditionally. Luna doesn't mind him at all. She chastises her husband all the time for being so "subtle."
Dropping himself off to bed again he pulled the covers tightly to his chin. It's not his room he's seeking comfort in. It's her childhood room. The walls haven't changed since she left eight years ago. Neither of the Weasley's had the heart to make any altercations to it. He's grateful for that fact. Away in the room he feels safe and comforted. As if nothing can hurt him here.
Many a nights he's fallen asleep here and woken up to be greeted openly by her parents. Mrs. Weasley, especially, is fond of the young man. She fusses over him as if he is part of the family. As if he belongs. If only when he sits at the table, with all the other Weasleys and adopted family alike, he doesn't feel so alone. The looks he gets and the feeling of emptiness beside him, when there should be a female red head there, is overwhelming.
Everyone has moved on with their life. It's after the war and they're living it to it's fullest. Ron and Luna have Victoria. He's sure there is soon to be many more. All the Weasley are blessed like that. Harry and Hermione have been married for a while now. They made no mention of it during the war. Now the two are never seen far apart from the other. Grey and Casey are doing well too. They're newly engaged. The large diamond ring is hard to miss just almost as much as their smiles. Only he is alone and bitter.
Alone because of himself. It's his own doing. Wasn't it his fault that he didn't tell her about his feelings when he had a chance? Or that he put Bentley close to her making them work together? Not that anyone could miss the big red flag. His father had shoved his sword right through her chest. Not much room for debating.
Squeezing his eyes shut and holding the covers tightly over him he tried to let the feminine childhood room lure him to sleep. In it he could feel as if she was here and back to being young again. Then she would be naive about the world and want to save it but not know how to. Her parents would still protecting her. Someone needed to. He failed miserably at it!