Buy Me a Rose by Aquarius21

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 15/08/2005
Last Updated: 24/08/2005
Status: In Progress

A series a fics in the same arc, just not continuous.




1. Buy Me a Rose
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He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
But it tears her apart `cause nothing's for her heart
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss goodnight
If he could only read her mind, she'd say…

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life



Ginny Weasley Malfoy stood on the balcony of the two story home she shared with her husband. It
over looked the ocean, it was totally peaceful. She was just listening to the waves breaking and
smelling the salty sea air. It was beautiful… but this evening she wasn't in the mood for
beautiful, she wanted to at least talk to her husband. In the two years they had been married, he
had never worked this much. Their first year together was simply perfect, but then slowly started
growing apart. They were still in love, but they never cuddled, or talked or did anything, he was
up and out before she woke up and didn't come back until she was in bed and asleep. It drove
her insane; he saw more of his boss than he saw his wife!

Now the days have grown to years of feelin' all alone
As she sits and wonders if all she's doin' is wrong
`Cause lately she'd try anything just to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said, if she said…

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life


A whole year had past. They were still growing apart, and it was still driving her mad. She wanted
to say something, but it would cause an argument between them, causing a deeper rift in their
relationship.
She had been watching him sleep for a while now, taking the sight of him in slowly, his chest
rising and falling with each breath he took, his hair falling in his eyes. She focused on his face
and noticed that his forehead showed stress, she couldn't add more to it, no, it would be
wrong. It wouldn't be fair. Though, she wished she still had the man she was with before they
were married; the man who never stressed out over work and always spent time with her. She still
loved him. It hurt her to see him working so much and so hard.


And the more that he lives the less that he tries
To show her the love that he holds inside
And the more that she gives the more that he sees
This is the story of you…and me


It was the day of their 4th wedding anniversary; she glanced to the note in her hand which
read:

`Ginny

Just the two of us tonight nothing will stand in the way of this. Dress comfortably, I'm going
to do something a little different this anniversary. I hope you like it . Meet me in the den at
6:30.

Love forever,
Draco'

She kept reading it over and over, wondering what he was going to do. Obviously it wasn't going
to be extravagant as the years before, she didn't mind. In previous years, they had gone to
some restaurant filled with noisy people, it wasn't that she wasn't grateful for it, she
was, she and Draco just never had an anniversary to themselves. But this year was going to be
different, she knew it.

At 6'o clock, she took a shower and dressed in a pair of pajama pants and one of Draco's t-
shirts and went downstairs to the den. When she got there, she started up the fire and sat in front
of the couch, simply staring into it, losing track of her thoughts She did not notice Draco coming
up behind her. But she did notice when he kissed her cheek. She smiled and kissed him softly on his
mouth before he pulled back, and shook his head.

“Not quite now, love” he said smirking; he had a plan up his sleeve.

She watched him wondering what he had planned. He made a motion for her to scooch up and she did;
he slid in the space behind her. His legs going on either side of her. She smiled slightly at him.
He then took out of the bag, a styrofoam box. She glanced to him but he smiled and simply opened it
revealing an Italian dinner, he sat that down and put napkins over each of their laps, and then set
the box down. They slowly began to feed each other and stole kisses in between bites.

So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
To open the door to a heart that I hurt
And I hope you notice this look in my eyes
`Cause I'm gonna make things right for the rest of your life
And I'm gonna hold you tonight, tonight
Do all those little things for the rest of your life

After their dinner, he took a rose from the bag, and handed it to her, kissing her lightly. She
smiled, he then brought forth a little bear that said `I love you' on the pillow it was
holding. She smiled again, watching him still. He leaned back against the couch, pulling her to
him, holding her, staring into the fire with her. He pointed his wand at their stereo and music
started playing softly in the background. She smiled, leaned back, and whispered in his ear softly,
“You're going to be a father.”

They spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms, and wrapped up in the one they
loved.


*~*~*~*~*
Author's note: Well? Did ya'll like it? I was simply talking to a friend listening to this
song when it wandered into my mind. I couldn't refuse, it was sappy I know, but you have to
admit some of you went `Awww…' at least I hope you did. Please review!
I know the ending seemed a little weird, but they weren't so distant they couldn't keep up
with a little recreation!

Aqua


Credit beta by diggingupophelia

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2. The Wedding
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A/N: Still don't own anything. Just the plot. If I ever own anything more, you all will be
the first to know. Feel loved. Have a cookie

The Wedding

Draco Malfoy was lying rather haphazardly on the couch in his study. Half of his body was on the
couch and the other half was hanging limply off the couch. He was feeling lazy and didn't
bother moving unless it was absolutely necessary. Since his wife wasn't going to be home for
the day, he decided that being lazy once in a while wasn't so bad. He was reminiscing about the
day of his wedding to Ginny…

*4 years earlier*


A 20- year- old Draco Malfoy stood anxiously in the `Usher's room' with his groomsmen. His
mother was very emotional and fussing with his tie. She was making it either too loose or too
tight. Yes, Draco Malfoy was getting married in Muggle attire. Everything else was magical, except
the clothes. That had been Ginny's only real request with regard to the wedding plans. Of
course, neither Ginny nor Draco had much input, both of their mothers had taken over planning the
wedding. All either of them got to add was occasional `yes' or `no'.

As he was standing there, listening to his mother prattle on about how her little boy was `so grown
up' and looking handsome in his `little tux', he was daydreaming about what Ginny would
look like. That led to him to wondering if he was going to trip and if this was the right thing for
him to do now. Financially, emotionally, and physically, they were prepared to be married. Mentally
however, they were both having their doubts, not wondering if they loved each other, but if they
could stand living with each other 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Both had
horrible tempers, and when they were angry, hexes were thrown, doors were slammed, dishes were
broken. And this was while they were dating! Of course they never threw harmful curses at each
other. However, Ginny was once so angry with Draco, she nearly cursed his bits off, and that was
over something stupid! What would happen over something serious? That was the main worry. Would
they survive each other?

Soon enough his mother was heading out to the chapel to take her seat, friends and family of Draco
were on the right, and Ginny's many relatives and friends were on the left. The guests were
talking amongst themselves. Ron was throwing heated looks to the Slytherins on the opposite side,
and they were more than willing to throw heated looks back.

Draco took a deep breath and followed the Reverend out of the room, deeply breathing to get calm.
And shut his eyes and opened them when he reached the altar. He glanced down the aisle and saw his
groomsmen coming down the aisle with a bridesmaid on an arm. When they reached the end of the aisle
the men sent the women off to the bride's side of the altar, and moved to stand behind Draco.
After three groomsmen and bridesmaids were lined up on their respective sides, the best man walked
the Maid of Honor down the aisle. Draco sniggered to himself, the situation was quite comical when
you looked at it. This was because each pair was composed of one member from each rival house. Just
like the bride and groom.

The Bridal March started and everyone stood up. Draco glanced down the aisle, worries still
flooding his head, but once he saw his bride to be on the arm of her father those thoughts
vanished.

Draco was breathless when he saw Ginny in her dress. It was strapless, white, and sequined around
the edges. It was snug around the middle but once it got to her hips it fluffed out. The bottom was
made of a white silky material with a rough see-through material over it. The top was made with a
silky material, hugging her stomach. She was actually worried she'd have to wear a corset to
make her middle smaller. He hoped that she'd be willing to skip the reception because that
dress was just too tempting for him not to try anything.


Ginny Weasley glanced nervously down the aisle; she was hoping she was doing the right thing. Were
she and Draco ready for this commitment? They had been dating for three years when he had proposed
to her, so if they made it those three years so far without killing each other, it should work out
now. But now they were to be living with each other full-time. Not just one popping by the
other's flat when one of them, usually Draco, ran out of food or clean clothes.

She took a deep breath, glanced nervously over at her father and walked down the aisle, staring
into the eyes of the man she was to wed. The long train of the white dress trailed behind her. All
her worries disappeared. Her worries were replaced by thoughts of having children. Mini-Dracos and
clones of Ginny's running around. That could be a scary thought at times though.


When her father handed her off to Draco, she nearly cried. Would her father still consider her his
little girl? Would they still be close as ever? If anything was to change between them she was
going to call the wedding off. Of course, she knew she would never stop the wedding; she was too
much in love with Draco to do that. She could already hear her mother and soon- to- be- mother in
law sniffling and the wedding hadn't even begun yet.



Soon the Reverend began his part in the ceremony. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” She
only took her eyes off Draco when the Reverend said, “Who gives this woman to this man?” and then
she looked to her father and soon her eyes were back on Draco.



When it came to the vows she thought she would forget everything that she had written down, but as
she listened to Draco, everything came back in its rightful place.

“I love you. You are my best friend. Today, I give myself to you in marriage. I promise to
encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I
promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our
love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in
highest regard these things I give to you today, and all the days of our life.”

Ginny sniffled, and just wanted to kiss him then and there, but held her own and waited for the
appropriate time.

“Draco, you may now place the ring on Ginevra's hand,” the Reverend said. Draco shakily took
the ring from the best man and placed it on the 4th finger on her left hand, in front of the quite
large stone of her engagement ring. Course, even the wedding ring had to be big; Ginny was the most
important person in his life, a small wedding ring would be appalling!

The Reverend then said, “Now, Ginevra, your vows please.”

She nodded and began to read hers, stuttering over the first couple of words due to nerves. “The
sun smiles on us today, our wedding day, and how can it not? For, our love is stronger than forever
and our hearts beat together as one. I promise to be a true and faithful partner from this day
forward, in all life's circumstances, as we face them together. In the joys and sorrows, the
good times and bad, in sickness or in health, I will always be there for you, to comfort you, love
you, honor and cherish you, now and forevermore.”

Their mothers had started crying and Narcissa was sniffling into a cousin's shoulder whilst
Molly cried into Arthur's shoulder. Arthur awkwardly patted her shoulder, trying to calm her
down.


“Now, Ginevra, please place the band on Draco's hand, please.” She nodded and handed the
bouquet to the Maid of Honor before sliding the little platinum band on Draco's finger. She
sniffed and fought the urge to wipe her eyes.


`By the power vested in me, and the Wizengamot, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.
Draco, you may now kiss the bride.'


Draco all but attacked her as he lifted the veil and placed a kiss on her mouth. “I've been
waiting for this part all day,” he whispered to her. She giggled and pulled back. Their mother were
sobbing like babies by now and the kiss only made it worse because their babies were now officially
married.


The Revered had them face the congregation before announcing loudly and happily `May I now
introduce, Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.'


The cheers went up as the two of them made their way back down the aisle hand in hand . People were
standing up, crying and clapping. Everyone was happy for the new couple.


Just for show, Draco stopped her before they reached the door and kissed her again. That earned the
couple catcalls from the Slytherins. All of Ginny's brothers just groaned and rolled their
eyes. Arthur was still trying to comfort Molly.



*present day*


Draco opened his eyes, smirking; that day he had been full of nerves. He was so scared she would
stand him up but she didn't. They had remained loyal to each other. And now, he was going to be
a father. He had helped Ginny produce a little baby; of course that little baby hadn't been
born yet.


He shut his eyes again, and thought some more. Then he had a scary thought. That baby was going to
get married. If that baby turned out to be a girl, Merlin help the man that married her! Draco had
every intention of collecting every male relative and friend to help with the required
interrogation. But that's only going to be because he's going to spoil her and have her be
Daddy's little girl forever. Even when she's in her 80's and has great-
grandchildren.


A son though, another Malfoy to carry on the name, someone who would idolize him. Draco liked the
sound of that. His son would want to grow up like him and most definitely play Quidditch just like
his Dad. He hoped that if he had a son, he'd marry someone like Ginny, someone who he can talk
to when he has a problem, who will comfort him when he's upset, put him in his place when
he's being arrogant. He needs to find a wife who will just love him, even though he's in a
bad mood. His son would need a wife to just be there for him through it all, like Ginny was for
him.



He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't help but be excited at one day in six
or seven months holding a little baby that had his eyes and her hair, or his hair and her eyes, or
just looked all like him or all like her. He smiled slightly. Of course, the down side to it would
be 3 A.M. feedings, diaper changes, crying, and crankiness, from the baby and his wife. He knew he
was up for the challenge. He was mature enough.

What really got him going was the baby was to be born around his birthday, either a week before or
a week after. He had told Ginny to not get him anything, that the baby will do. She had laughed at
him for that. He too laughed quietly at the idea.

“Might I ask what's so funny, Mr. Malfoy?” Ginny's voice came from the doorframe, where her
still slender frame stood.



“I was thinking…” he began.



“For once,” she teased him before he continued on speaking.



“About what I said to you, how the baby was to be my birthday gift from you,” he said sitting up
slightly.



She nodded lightly and walked over to him, sitting next to him “It was amusing,” she said.



“What are you doing home so early anyways?” he asked her.



“My mum was driving me mad. She was either bugging Hermione about how she's taking care of
herself, or bugging me on how I'm taking care of myself. So, I told her, I needed to sleep and
that I'd see her this weekend.”



He laughed. “Really?”

She nodded.

“ I most certainly did. Oh... I told her you were feeling sniffly…” he chuckled at the expression.“
She made a big pot of soup for you. Mum sent a message along with the soup. She said, that if you
do get sick, I am to kick you out of bed and quarantine you in one of the guest rooms.”

He rolled his eyes. “I sneezed twice, Gin, and sniffed afterwards.”



“Well, we can't have me and our baby getting sick, now can we?”


He shook his head, “No, Gin, we can't.”



“Good boy,” she said and kissed his cheek before standing up.



“Where are you going, Weasley?” he teased, using her maiden name.



“Isn't it obvious? I have a baby in me, and a bunch of ice cream in the freezer. The two have
to meet.”



He laughed. “Save me some, I'll be down shortly.”



She nodded and went off.



Draco lay on his back again, thinking once again. He was wondering if he'd make a good father
to this baby. What if he made a mistake? What if he did something that made the baby not like him.
What if the baby was born not liking him? All these 'what ifs' were driving him mad. He
sighed. Draco was pulled from his thoughts when Ginny sat on his lap.


“Sickle for your thoughts?” she asked him.



He explained to her everything he was going through. She shook her head “Draco, everyone has those
same thoughts, and they're just that, thoughts. There hasn't been a baby born that
doesn't love its parents. This baby will love you Draco, and I'm sure you'll love her
or him. Mistakes help you grow, everybody makes mistakes Draco, its normal. No more worries… ok?”
she asked him.



He nodded “It still bothers me.” She nodded and stretched out on top of him “I have those same
worries,” she muttered. “I had those same worries when we got married, as well. I thought we'd
end up killing each other with our tempers,” she giggled. His hand went to play with her
hair.



“Were you nervous that day?” he asked.



“Of course I was. I was a wreck. I was running around, I wouldn't stay still long enough to get
my hair done. I kept turning my head when it came to the veil. The dress kept slipping down so we
had to pin it… literally, then once it was pinned we charmed it so it finally fit. I couldn't
find my bouquet, I got sick once or twice from fright… it was horrible,” she finished.



“You looked beautiful,” he said kissing her lightly. “You still do. You always will,” he
said.



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Author's note: Yay. Chapter 2 done. If you hadn't noticed this isn't a continuation,
more like ficlets, but I mean, it's all good right? You bet it is. Anyways, read, review, and
feel good that you did a good deed by making one author happy. Anyways, thanks to my beta, (who was
helping me through the wedding scene) Diggingupophelia. Myweddingvows.com for help with the vows.
And all you reviewers, who inspired me to write another chap.

Beta's Note: Please leave reviews. A lot of hard work went into this story, and she deserves to
hear some feedback. ~ diggingupophelia~

One more thing, I am Baptist, so I have a Reverend, if in anyway this chapter has offended you in
anyway, whether by religious reasons or what, I do apologize, please forgive me. The vows were
Christian, so I'm hoping that covers the Catholics, etc. If you have any problems with
religion, please let me know and I think this chapter will be the only one that has any religion
mentioned in it. Please accept my apology, I didn't mean to offend anyone.

If anything t ois too confusing in any of these chapters, let me know. Thanks.

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3. Have you ever really loved a woman
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Draco Malfoy opened the door to his flat, the kitchen light was off, which was odd. Tonight was
usually the night Ginny's shift ended early. Normally, she would come by after work and cook
dinner. He wasn't sure if he should worry or not. Surely, she would have owled if anything
happened. Draco just cleared his thoughts, thinking that she was just going to be a little late,
maybe she had one more patient and went to shower.

After he showered, he checked the clock. 'She should have been here by now,' he thought. He
started cooking the meal. First he put the noodles into boiling water. The he poured sauce a jar
into a pan. Finally, he set a charm for the pots to stir themselves and one for the stove to turn
off when the food was done. Just when he thought he was done, he remembered the bread. He stuck
bread in the oven before he allowed himself to be proud of his effort. Ginny had taught him a few
tricks in the kitchen, at least some of them had to do with cooking! He paced around his flat, he
was beginning to worry. Normally, she would have Floo'd or sent an owl, at the very
least.

Not very long after the dinner had been fully prepared, an owl flew through the window. It made
it's way to Draco and dropped a letter, which promptly hit Draco in the forehead. The owl then
flew back out before Draco could reach his wand and hex it. The owl was unfamiliar to him, so he
was a little leery about opening the letter. He looked at the seal out of the envelope, he
didn't recognize it. He opened it carefully and slowly, and let out a breath of relief when he
saw the handwriting.

When he did open it, it read:

'Draco,

I am working late tonight, so sorry I didn't have time to let you know earlier or make dinner.
If you made dinner, it might be just you dining tonight. Again, I apologize and I'll try and
stop by tonight, after my shift is over.

Love,
Ginny'

Draco sighed, "Well, if Ginny can't come to me, I'll just have to go to
her."

And that's exactly what he did. He put the food on a couple of plates, charmed them so
they'd be warm, and Apparated to St. Mungo's.

Draco walked down a familiar corridor. Ginny had her own office. She was a healer, and she
specialized in Emergency Healing. Draco knocked on her door and heard a tired voice call,
"Come in."

He smiled at walked in. "Surprise," he said setting the plates down on her desk.

"What did you make? And is it edible?" she asked, half teasing.

He rolled his eyes. "Pasta, and of course it's edible," he said, indignantly. Then he
shrugged and said in a voice that was less certain, "I hope," He sat in the chair across
from her on the opposite side of her desk.

"Well then, I guess it's going to be a good thing I'm a healer if it isn't
edible," she said. He smirked and moved his chair next to hers. She yawned and laid her head
on his shoulder "I'm so tired," She glanced up at the clock and sighed, "Only
three more hours before I can go."

He shook his head. "It's outrageous ! I can't believe the hours they force you to
keep. It isn't humane." She could only nod in agreement while picking at her food. They
ate the rest of the meal in semi- silence, with the occasional words exchanged. He had his arm
wrapped around her, until she was called to the emergency room.

She groaned and stood up.

"Come to my place after work. I'll make it up to you," he said. She nodded and kissed
him before heading out. He cleaned up and Apparated home.

When he arrived back at his place, he cleaned up a bit. The place was a mess, the mess consisted
mostly of clothes that were just randomly scattered about, as well as a few books and papers. After
that job was finished, he set off to clean the kitchen from the minor mess he had made while
cooking dinner. Next, he moved onto his bedroom, where both his and Ginny�

 



4. Trials and Tribulations
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Ginny Malfoy sat prepping herself in front of her vanity. She smiled to herself, tonight was her
third anniversary with Draco. She had no idea what was planned for the evening. However, she knew
since Draco was planning it, it'd turn out well. As tradition was, Draco planned the
anniversaries. They had started the tradition when they were dating and saw no reason to change it
once they were married.

True, they had some minor problems in the past, but what couple didn't? They worked through
their problems and still held on together. At first, everyone was shocked to see a Malfoy, of all
people, marrying a Weasley. But in the end, everything turned out as planned. Ginny couldn't
have asked for a better husband. He was kind, loving, and made sure she was always happy. Even
after they had an argument, Draco would always check on Ginny to make sure she wasn't too
miserable.

She stood up and headed to her closet to pick out something nice to wear. She was determined to
look wonderful for Draco. After much debate, she picked out a sleeveless, silver dress. It was low
cut in the front, and the bottom angled out. She planned to wear a cloak over it. Draco liked it
because it showed a lot of skin. Ginny liked because it accentuated her complexion and hair.

After a quick shower, she slipped into the dress. Next, she started on her hair.

“What can I do with my hair tonight?” she asked staring at her reflection. Ginny was playing with
her hair to see how it could look in different sorts of styles.

Normally, her hair just fell straight down to the middle of her back, she kept it long since Draco
had a habit of playing with it. She was having a difficult time deciding what to do.

“Should I pin it all up?” she asked her reflection, as she held her hair up. “All down?” she asked
as she let it fall. “Or, something in between?” she asked, gathering part of her hair to see the
effect. She wished that the mirror would answer her questions.

Finally, she decided to go with something in between. She charmed the loose part of her hair to be
wavy. It looked like something out of a fashion magazine and she was pleased. She knew she
wouldn't question her choice later.

After the whole `hair issue' she moved onto the make-up; she normally wouldn't wear much,
tonight was no different. She put on a bit of lip stick, and a touch of blush, she decided to put
on eye shadow, but skip mascara. She had her nails done earlier in the day so she didn't have
to worry about that.

Hermione had gotten Ginny hooked on listening to Muggle music. She turned on her radio to listen to
while she relaxed. After getting all primped up for Draco, she didn't want to ruin her hair or
make up. Muggle music just helped her unwind after a long day of working, or being stressed out. It
had its simplicity that Wizarding music lacked.

When I first saw you, I saw love.

And the first time you touched me, I felt love.

And after all this time, you're still the one I love.

Ginny shut her eyes and thought back to the first time she had seen Draco Malfoy. It was the summer
before her 1st year at Hogwarts and Draco and Ginny were in Flourish and Blotts. Of course, he had
criticized her family, but Ginny couldn't help but notice he was handsome. She still felt
smitten for him. Her family thought it was a phase at first, but then they started dating more and
finally got married, so they tolerated him for the most part. They did however, take issue with the
fact that he wanted to hex her brothers dead every time they came within eyesight, or vice versa,
but now they were almost friends.

Ginny laughed as she thought of the time at `The Family Picnic' when they started dating. All
her brothers were there with their wives and children and Ginny brought Draco, and Ron had said
something to Draco that caused him to lose his temper and he turned Ron into a pigeon. What Ron
said was something no polite person would repeat in civilized conversation, so Draco did the
gentlemanly thing and hexed him. Draco turned Ron into a pigeon -- a really ugly pigeon, at that,
so that the other brothers had to go after him, and when they finally caught him, they took a leaf
out of Moody's book and with one wave of a wand, Draco was once again `The Amazing Bouncing
Ferret.' Ginny was none too pleased with any of the men after that, and even though most of the
brothers settled their differences with Draco, there was a couple who still wanted to hex him
silly, like Ron.

Looks like we made it

Look how far we've come my baby

We mighta took the long way

We knew we'd get there someday


They said, "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong

Ginny again related to the song, so far it seemed that the song was following their relationship.
How many times people had scoffed at them, people had said, “Oh, it won't last long.” But they
were wrong; they had been together for three years. At the part `I bet they'll never make
it' she leaned back in her chair. She remembered a Hogwarts picnic after they had graduated and
had been dating for a couple months when Pansy Parkinson happened. Pansy was all over Draco,
flirting with him the whole time, even when he tried to be with Ginny, she still came up to him to
flirt. Ginny had even overheard Pansy saying to Draco “Whenever you ditch the Weasel, you always
know you can come to me, I can pleasure you so much better."

Ginny left after she heard that, her eyes red with fury towards Parkinson, and Draco had followed
her shortly after that; he was angry as well towards Pansy. She was damn near determined to prove
to everyone that they would be together forever, and they nearly had.

(You're still the one)

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

She smiled; she was starting to like this song. She'd make Draco listen to it one of these
days. She checked her watch and listened more.

Ain't nothin' better

We beat the odds together

I'm glad we didn't listen

Look at what we would be missin'

She would have missed out on getting to know Draco even more so; actually realizing he had a soft
spot and could actually be very sweet, even though you only saw his rough outer exterior. A
bittersweet memory came into her mind - she almost missed out on being with him.

It was her 7th year at Hogwarts; Ginny was out during a Hogsmeade weekend. She usually met up with
Draco then, but this weekend she just wanted to be by herself.

She didn't know Draco would be in town that weekend for a quick business meeting. She had been
wandering throughout the village for quite some time when she saw Draco with another woman by his
side walking into the Three Broomsticks. Ginny, having the Weasley temper, immediately saw red, and
followed the two in there. When she got in to the pub, she made her way over to one Mr. Draco
Malfoy and proceeded to chew him out for all he was worth. She was in the sort of mood where she
would shoot now and ask questions later. She didn't pause for breath once, not even to give him
a chance to explain himself. When she was done she stormed out. Draco excused himself and followed
Ginny out. She was walking back towards Hogwarts when he finally caught up with her. He demanded to
know what she was thinking when she went in there. She just asked him the same question. Eventually
their voices started getting louder and louder to the point where they were drawing a crowd to
their argument in the middle of the street. Luckily for her, Fred and George heard the commotion
and broke the two up before Ginny hexed off any of Draco's more delicate body parts. Both were
extremely furious with the other and George took Ginny back to the school. Fred told Draco to go
cool down a bit before he took another try with Ginny.

Needless to say, when Ginny got back to her dorm she finally realized what she had done; she had
blown the situation out of proportion. She knew she had ruined things between the two of them. But
she was not ready to apologize yet; she was never one to give in first.

Two weeks after that incident, she still hadn't heard from Draco. She finally flooed to the
Manor, and apologized to Draco. She knew she was wrong to not give him a chance to explain himself
and she had just overreacted. He was more than willing to forgive her. He was too much of a mess
without her; he was driving people nuts because he didn't know what to do with himself without
her. After that, the two couldn't have been any closer.

Looking back now, Ginny was glad she had apologized. She didn't know where she would be if she
didn't have Draco and she didn't want to imagine life without him, he meant more to her
than she could express in words.

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong


(You're still the one)

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night


(You're still the one)

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night


I'm so glad we made it

Look how far we've come my baby

Ginny smiled once again as the song ended; it was perfect for the two of them, it described their
relationship perfectly. She hoped Hermione knew the name of the song and the artist who wrote it.
Maybe she would even have a `CD.' Then she would force Draco to listen to it. She smirked to
herself, yes… that shall be the plan…


Author's note: I own nothing still. The song Belongs to Shania Twain `You're still the
One' and the characters to J.K. Rowling, but the plot is mine… it ambushed me during chapter 3.
Now my Beta might hate me... two chaps in one day. Anyhoo… thanks to my reviewers again and the
lovely Diggingupophelia for beta-ing. She IS awesome, and she is so kind at that too.

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5. Draco goes to Azkaban
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Draco knew he'd regret waking up. It wasn't that he didn't love waking up next to
Ginny, because he did. The fact that she was carrying his baby made it a million times better. He
loved her face when she was sleeping; sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning. He always wondered
what she dreamt about as he watched her face. He couldn't help but wonder if he was in her
dreams when she smiled. Sometimes she'd wake up before him and watch him until he awoke, then
they'd gaze lovingly into one another's eyes until one got up.

This morning she wasn't in bed. Ginny's morning sickness had kicked in late and once in a
while she'd be sick early morning. He sighed, he hated seeing her sick. He waited for her to
return before getting up to take a shower, when she came out he kissed her cheek. He didn't
avoid her because she had just vomited, but because he was self conscious about morning breath.
Even though Ginny told him time and time again that his breath was fine.

While his shower water heated up, he brushed his teeth and shaved. He hadn't shaved for a few
days and had stubble built up. Ginny liked it when his face was rough, but he couldn't stand
it. When his water was ready he stepped in and lathered up his hair, he was attempting to grow his
hair out and parts clung to his forehead. After his shower, he was rather surprised Ginny
hadn't jumped him so, he toweled off, and whilst still clad in the towel, Ginny made her move.
Draco had to give thanks for the pregnancy hormones!

After their little bathroom quickie, the only reason Draco got dressed was because he was running
late for work. Ginny watched him as he dressed; admiring his long, sleek body. He was as tall as
Ron, but no where near as lanky. He had long, lean, semi-tan legs, narrow waist that made her
jealous, of course it would never widen. 'Damn him,' she thought. His torso was muscular,
having a flat stomach and broad chest and shoulders. His arms were long and strong and they always
made her feel safe when he held her. Draco looked like he took care of himself perfectly, but he
was just lucky and blessed with a great body.

He dressed today in black dress pants, a black long sleeved shirt with a dark blue tie. He had
remembered while in the shower that he had to go visit Azkaban. Despite the fact that Draco owned
his own business, he occasionally volunteered his services as an Auror. Today he was asked to go
along to interview some recently captured Death Eaters. Even though Potter had killed Voldemort six
years ago, there were still a few Death Eaters who still took it upon themselves to cause trouble.
He sighed softly, going to Azkaban meant seeing his father. Lucius Malfoy had been imprisoned since
the summer before Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts.

Lucius didn't know Draco had married Ginny, nor did he know that Narcissa had remarried two
years after his sentencing. She had married a French Wizard she had met while in Paris. Draco
didn't like the fact he was French, but as long as he made her happy and respected her, he was
okay in Draco's book. Draco knew his mother still loved Lucius, but also knew that she
wouldn't spend an eternity waiting on his release. Part of being a Malfoy knew meaning when to
keep one's mouth shut with certain topics. Narcissa's marriage was one of those certain
topics. Besides, Draco didn't want to be the one to inform his father of that tidbit of
information; he liked all his body parts where they were, thank you very much.

Draco broke free of his thoughts and walked over to Ginny. He kissed her goodbye, said he loved
her, and apparated to the Ministry. Ginny wasn't due to work for another couple hours.

~~~~

Draco ran his fingers through his still damp hair and walked into his office. His partner, Rob
Anderson, was already there, getting files ready.

 "Ready, Draco?"asked Rob.

Draco nodded weakly.

 "You seem nervous," Rob observed.

 "I am," Draco replied. "I'm going to the place where my father has been locked
up for the past 7 years."

 "Wow," the reply came. "How did he end up there, If you don't mind me
asking?" Rob had transferred here to this department about two years ago from Spain, and as a
result hadn't heard all about Lucius Malfoy or the history or his sordid past.

Draco proceeded to explain the whole messed up story: how Lucius had gotten caught and charged with
many accounts of murder, denied everything, found guilty and dragged kicking and screaming to
Azkaban. The other man nodded throughout the story, "Wow," he said again.

Draco nodded,"He doesn't know I'm married or about to become a father," he
finished.

 "Think he'll try and talk to you?" he asked.

Draco merely shrugged. "I don't want anything to do with him. He's just someone from
my past. I now have a stepfather who got my Mum pregnant," He said sighing. Narcissa Malfoy
Sinclair, was indeed pregnant and due next month no less. The only thing that bothered him was that
the baby would have a sissy French name.

His partner nodded, "We better get going. We have to Portkey directly to Azkaban," he
said.

Draco nodded, now that he put thought to it, Narcissa had changed greatly since Lucius got sent
away. She made more public appearances. She donated things she didn't need to different
charities. She even made peace with the Weasleys, going so far as to become good friends with
Molly. She was just a different person all together. Her new husband was more than fine with the
way she was living, as long as she kept herself healthy, he had no complaints.

Draco glanced around then grabbed the Portkey offered to him; he felt the familiar tug behind his
navel. When his feet firmly hit the ground on the edge of the Arctic Ocean, near Azkaban he once
again got lost in his thoughts. Lucius hadn't always been a Death Eater, of course he had
always been interested in dark artifacts.

Draco had decided years ago that Lucius being in Azkaban was for the better. No more Muggles and
Muggle-borns being killed for heinous reasons.

He smirked when he thought that Lucius would probably die if he learned he was related to the
Weasleys. And because of the marriage, he'd be partially related to Potter and Granger as well.
He laughed out loud at the imagined look on Lucius' face as he informed him of the matches made
by marriage so far: Blaise, whom had been a second son, married Granger. Pansy, had married Weasel.
Potter was the only one of the Golden Trio to not have taken up with a Slytherin, so far. Last
Draco knew, he was dating Lavender Brown, or was it one of the Patil twins? Who knows, maybe it was
both. He could even be dating Katie Bell. Potter was a player and it was difficult to keep track of
who he was dating, the turn around was just too quick.

He thought back to all his brothers in law and their respective spouses. Bill married Fleur
Delacour. Charlie married a Romanian girl. Percy was never discussed, so no one knew about him.
Fred or George had married Alicia Spinnet. The other twin married Angelina Johnson. He had about
12, give or take 3 nephews, and one niece, thought she wasn't technically related because she
was Blaise and Hermione's daughter. So far, the Weasley Clan had no new girls since Ginny. He
had wondered if his baby would be a boy or girl. He secretly hoped a girl, just to be different. He
knew the chances of a girl were slim. His father had no sisters, but yet his mother had two
sisters. And Ginny's side was hopeless. He and Ginny had already picked out a boy's name,
but didn't bother with a girl's name. But Draco had thought one over 'just in
case,' he said. He knew he'd probably be wrong, but it's the thought that counts.

Draco had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed that they were almost to the boat that
would take them to the island. He wasn't one for boats but got in anyway. After an hour-long
boat ride, Draco was feeling quite nauseous. Finally, they got off and headed for the dark, cold
prison. It was gray and looked very rundown. He shivered slightly and pulled his cloak tighter
around himself. They walked in and each handed over his wand. Draco then silently walked behind his
partner, down the rows of cells, trying desperately not to look into the ones that held his aunt
and uncle. He had yet to see his father, thank Merlin. The set up was quite simple, there were
cells on both sides of the hall , which extended for quite a distance. The cell fronts were just
bars, holding in the prisoners, anyone could easily look in. Draco had been here before and learned
where his various family members resided within the prison.

Three hours later and the interrogations were over. They had been going around in circles for the
past hour and decided to continue another day. 'Oh joy,' Draco thought. It was then that a
raspy voice spoke his name, "Draco." Draco turned towards the person who called and
horror filled his face. Lucius was standing in his cell, his hair was quite matted and dirty. His
face was thin, his cheeks hollow, his eyes sunken and dark. His body, from what Draco could see,
was skin and bones. It was a sight that would cause nightmares for most.

Draco took a step back and just looked at him.

"Do you not know your own father?" asked Lucius.

"I have no father, my father died 7 years ago," Draco said to him, turning to
leave.

"Send my love to your mother," he said.

"I don't think she wants to hear from you," he said. "Nor do I," he
answered bitterly.

"You're married?" he asked, noting Draco's wedding band.

"Yes," Draco answered.

"To whom?"

"None of your business. Good day," he said and left.

When Draco got back to headquarters, he secluded himself in his office. He only left when he needed
to use the restroom, then went back. He did not even bother to have a late lunch. Soon enough, the
day was done and after checking out, he Apparated home. Ginny was setting dishes on the table when
he walked in.

"I'm not hungry tonight," he said wearily.

"Are you feeling alright? You don't look too well," she said, her inner Molly Weasley
coming out.

He shrugged and headed up to their bedroom. Ginny followed him, now worried. He was slowly getting
undressed, taking his time.

"Bad day?" she asked, sitting on the bed.

"That's an understatement," he said. He then explained the whole day to her. When he
was through, she hugged him.

He smiled slightly and hugged her back, pulling her into his lap. She was the only person he knew
of that could change his mood by just hugging him, smiling at him, or kissing him.

He gave her a light kiss and she deepened it. Hell, he wasn't complaining, and then one thing
led to another and they were making love.

~~~~

Later that evening, Draco lay on their bed. Ginny was asleep snuggled next to him he had his arm
around her. He smiled, he was content now. He was still bothered by the day�

 



6. Anything but Pink
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Saturday, a day of sleeping until noon, followed by a big lunch, another nap, dinner, and then
spending the rest of the night with your spouse. It was a perfect day, at least in Draco's
opinion. That was his plan, for Saturday, however, Ginny had other plans. Instead of sleeping at
nine in the morning, he was helping Ginny with her garden. Draco was not luxuriating as he thought
he should be! On the contrary, he was getting hot, sweaty, and dirty, while Ginny barked orders at
him.

“Plant the daisies by the tulips,” she said pointing. He nodded.

“Wait… on second thought.. move them by the petunias…” Ginny directed.
“Ok” he said nodding, moving them by the petunias.

“No, I liked them better by the tulips….”
“Ginny!” he said exasperated. “Pick a spot and stay with it!” he said, the heat had been awful and
her constant mind changing was driving him mad.

After a few hours of back breaking labor he was finally done. Maybe after his shower, he'd be
able to have lunch than sleep away the afternoon. Again, his plans were thwarted. As soon as he
finished lunch, she had him upstairs, working on the baby's nursery. Ginny had insisted that
they hand painted the room, except one wall which Draco was allowed to decorate as he wished. He
had plans to put a Quidditch scene from the game where his Slytherin team beat Harry's
Gryffindor team. Ginny rolled her eyes at that; she was determined to find a way to change his
mind.

Draco grabbed the paintbrush and began on the other three walls.

“Draco, why didn't you want this room pink, again?” asked Ginny out of the blue.

“Because, if we have a boy, he is not living in a pink room and I don't feel like redoing
it.”

“But I don't want him growing up thinking pink is a girl's color,” protested Ginny.

“It is,” he said.

“Most men believe pink is a girl's color, you've just proved my point.”

“Ginny, if we had a little girl then I don't mind, but since we don't know what it is yet,
I don't want to paint pink. Plus you know you'll have me in here changing it all around if
it isn't a girl because , well, that is just how you are!”

She sighed and nodded. “Fine, what colors would be acceptable?”

“Green with a gold bordering,” replied Draco.

“Fine.”

Draco then began painting the walls, wondering if they were having a girl or boy. At least they
wouldn't have to worry about the ceiling, he mused. The ceiling would be enchanted like the
ceiling in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

Draco groaned out loud, they had been painting nearly all afternoon now, and he still hadn't a
chance to sleep. He was starting to get bored and agitated.

“Ginny,” he whined. “I want to relax sometime”

“You will… when you go to bed.”

He knew better then to reply and simply grumbled. They both stopped at eat supper than back to
work. They finally decided to quit around ten that evening.

As he lay down on their bed, she snuggled up to him and kissed his neck slowly. “Thank you.” She
said “Even though we were working, I'm glad we spent the whole day together.” It hadn't
occurred to him that they had in fact, spent the whole day together. He groaned inwardly, that was
rather stupid, and he was being so selfish he never realized it. Ever since he married Ginny this
whole `guilt' thing was coming more and more harder.

Perhaps this day wasn't completely ruined, he mused as Ginny did something very naughty.


A/N: This is just a filler chapter until a real plot bunny comes along and whacks me upside the
head. This is another creation of Math class boredom. Enjoy and see my profile for contact info if
you are all interested. Thanks to my beta, all remaining mistakes are my own.

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7. The birth of an heir
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Ginny glanced to her brother, “Tell me again why you STILL don't like Draco?” She asked
rhetorically. Sometimes Ron needed reminding of the situation between Draco and Ginny.

“Because,” Ron said indignantly, “he's still an arrogant prat whom you're too good
for.”

She glared at him. Her moods had been changing so quickly over the past few weeks; no one knew
what to say to her. Even Draco had a hard time talking to her sometimes. “Well now, Ronald Weasley,
news to you, Draco is not an arrogant prat. And, he will be the father of all your nephews and
nieces. Understand?” she asked (reminded would be a better word here) him, giving him the Molly
Weasley death glare.

Ron bit his lip. “Yes Gin, but you know, Harry is still very single…”

Ginny's teacup barely missed his ear, “Well, I don't want Harry. I'm quite happy
with my husband, thanks,” she snapped. Her brother, how he got on her last nerve sometimes! And
with that said and done, she moved to the living room.

Ron followed her a few minutes later, he honestly hated when his sister was mad at him. He
always felt so guilty about it until he apologized. “I'm sorry Ginny…” he began, not noticing
the look of discomfort on her face, “as long as you love him, and he loves you, and takes care of
the baby and you, I'm happy… Gin? Ginny? It's nice to respond to an apology…”

It was then he noticed Ginny biting her lip and her eyes shut tightly. “Gin, what's wrong?”
he asked, panic stricken.

“Oh… nothing… a little heartburn… no biggie…” she muttered more to reassure herself than
anything.

“Uh huh… Let's just get you to the hospital, just to get something for that heartburn,
okay?”

She merely nodded. Two panicky Weasleys was never a good thing. He held her arm, Apparating with
her to a narrow alley before walking with her to the front entrance.

Ginny never liked Side-Along Apparition, but it got them there quickly. Soon enough, she was
admitted and being pushed through the many doors, taken to a delivery room only having time enough
to tell Ron to get Draco.

*Right…* *T**he baby's prat of a father*, he thought to himself and Apparated
out with a *crack*

~~

Draco was sitting behind his desk, quite content, when his very distressed looking, fool of a
brother in law, Apparated in.

“What in the name of Merlin do you want, Weasley?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Shut it for a few minutes, Malfoy. Ginny has gone into labor,” he said, calming down.

“Are you sure? She's only seven months along…”

“Are you up to arguing with the Healers at St. Mungos?”

“Well no,” he said standing up. “You should tell your family, Mrs. Weasley would have my head if
she didn't know about it…” he said apparating out.

Ron nodded. He was caught in between telling his mum and not, but seeing as it was Ginny's
first baby, he'd tell her, and that's what he set off to do.

Draco had nearly gone nutters; he did not want to stand on queue while his wife could be having
their baby. So, he did the next best thing, and simply went to look for her on his own. Following
the signs, he managed to find the maternity ward, and asked a nurse where his wife was. She only
responded that she had gone in for an emergency caesarean, and that he would not be permitted in,
but he could wait in the waiting room.

He managed to do that, and a half hour later, in came several redheads, all shooting (shouting)
questions at him.

“Where's Ginny?”

“Why aren't you with her?”

“Is she alright?”

“Why'd she go in so early?”

“Why aren't you answering us?”

Draco, in his distress merely shrugged, gaping around at the lot of them.

Arthur, sensing his only son-in-law's distress, answered for him. “Perhaps it could be the
fact he has no news of this, like the rest of us.”

Draco nodded at him, sitting back down, having stood when they arrived. Though they seem a
little miffed, they all sat around and waited. Mrs. Weasley ambushed Draco with hugs.

A very tension filled half hour later, a doctor came out, taking off the gloves and mask. “Is
there a Mr. Malfoy present?”

Draco stood up feebly, “Me,” he croaked out.

“Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, It's a-”

“Pygmy Puff?” Ron asked the two boys, backing up slightly. In his rush to tell everyone, he had
forgotten to tell Fred and George. The Puff in question merely sneezed, falling back into the bin
with a little `Aieeee' as it landed on top of its fellow Puffs.

“Don't try to get out of this one,” Fred said, glaring at his brother.

“Our sister went into labor and you didn't tell us?”

“Well, I uhm… I figured… uhm… you were busy with the store,” Ron stuttered.

“We have workers, Ron! We can take off! Our *only* sister is having her first baby!”

“I'm sorry. She's at the hospital right now. She's probably still in delivery,” Ron
muttered, and with that the twins vanished from sight as they apparated to St. Mungo's. He let
a sigh of relief escape him, then followed the twin's actions, and left as well.

~~~~~~

Draco was watching Ginny in awe as she held their baby. The Malfoy heir had a small patch of
golden hair and brilliant blue eyes. Along with the little squashed face and pink skin of a
traditional newborn.

Ginny's family had already come and gone, so it just left the three of them alone. “What
about Jamie?” Ginny asked Draco; they still hadn't decided on names as off now, now that the
baby was here.

“Hm… I don't know. What about Aren, not spelled like the Celtic version, but rather the
Scandinavian version: A-R-E-N.”

“That's a lovely name, but let's think more on it, if we find nothing else that'll
be the name.”

He nodded. “Alright, but you know, because this baby is a Malfoy, the name has to powerful and
all that right.”

“Sure Draco, whatever you say,” Ginny said teasingly, rolling her eyes.

Author's note: So… did you like it? I hope you did… don't forget to R&R. Beta
credits to Diggingupophelia and Rainpuddle, and all remaining mistakes, are moi's. Cheers!

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