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Harry woke with a start as Teddy’s cries pierced the small room. He groggily climbed out of the warm bed and stumbled over to the bassinet by the window. In the moonlight he could see that Teddy’s hair was bright pink. Chuckling to himself he lifted the baby out of the crib and started over to the rocking chair.
As he looked up at her, his features suddenly shifted. His hair turned a violent shade of red, freckles formed across his nose and cheeks, but his eyes remained the same breathtaking emerald green. Ginny smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
A Lazy Afternoon and Busy Evening
“What were you afraid of most?” Harry asked, stroking Ginny’s arm while they lay together. Ginny hesitated for a split second before answering.
Interlude and Rainy Day
Harry rolled his eyes and left the room, scanning the hallway beforehand to make sure it was empty. He hurried down the narrow staircase to the very loud and busy kitchen.
Hexes and Hormones
Hermione was the first to speak. “Who blacked your eye Malfoy, I want to send them flowers.” The entire table laughed, and they continued to eat noisily. Mrs. Weasley retrieved the bruise remover that Hermione had used once before and within the hour, Malfoy’s bruise was gone.
Draco shakily got out of bed and quietly stumbled to the bedroom door. He cracked the door slightly and peeked out, then laughed quietly. He reminded himself of a prisoner trying to escape from his cell. The entire house was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional settling of the foundation or the creaking of the ghoul three floors up in the attic.
Swimming and Secrets
With a jolt that set his stomach rolling in nausea, Draco realized that was just like his father. But his weapon was not physical, it was verbal. He used his words just like his father used his cane. The shock of his revelation knocked the breath out him. He closed his eyes, trying to dispel the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.
The sun was shining through the window onto Ginny’s face. Her bright red hair tangled around her face and her hand was hanging over the edge of the bed. She was sound asleep despite the bright sun streaming in. Harry lay awake, watching her sleep. He memorized the freckles on her nose, tracing them lightly with his fingertip. He ran is finger along her full lower lip, and she smiled, sighing and leaning in to his touch.
Of Ball Gowns and Breakdowns
They murmured words of comfort, and held her as she cried, truly cried for the first time since that night.
The world seemed to fade away and his gaze only focused on her tear-strewn face and the way the moonlight made the tear tracks glisten. And then he kissed her. This was not the same gentle, hesitant kisses of earlier. These were deeper, more passionate; they held a promise that neither of them understood yet but they also didn’t want to understand them. They were living in the moment, and in blissful unawareness of their surroundings.
“Uh, sure I guess we’re in. Oh wait,” he said suddenly looking embarrassed. “I uh, I don’t have any trunks.”
The Mountain House
To everyone else she was the perfect wife, standing by her husband through everything. She had money, power and a beautiful, accomplished son whom she doted on. She had the perfect life. Or so she told herself, but then she had to remove the makeup and face the harshness of reality.
Professor Plum, in the Study...
It had been a bad night. Draco had woken up several times through the evening covered in sweat. He couldn’t get a handle on is dreams, but he remembered the sense of dread that had filled him to his core. He finished making the tea and sat down. If he thought very hard, he could catch a glimpse of long blonde hair whipping through the night, but the feeling of dread wouldn’t go away.
As she got ready she pondered her age. What she had said to Teddy was the truth. She felt no different than she felt yesterday. Ginny smiled wryly. Of course I don’t. I was an adult long before now. She frowned slightly. It was bittersweet that she had lost her childhood so young, that it was marred by all the terrors and fears of the war, that because of her experiences, she was more mature and strong than any girl her age should be.
The Ties that Bind
They were just coming out of Florean Fortescue’s ice cream parlor when the silver wolf materialized in front of them. They were all shocked when they heard Malfoy’s voice echoed around them.
Pink Dressing Gowns
“Give me a hint.” He smirked, and kissed her gently on each cheek and then her nose.
Ron’s eyes filled with tears, and he bit his lip, looking down. “I don’t know if I can forgive you yet Hermione,” his voice was anguished, his expression torn. Finally he looked her in the eye. His tears had fallen, streaking his cheeks. "I don't know if I can forgive you at all.
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