My Soul Belongs To You
Chapter Four
Encounters
The stones of the pathway crunched as Draco walked up to where Ginny was kneeling on the ground planting daisies.
“Ginny, please! I have things I want to say,” Draco said, causing Ginny to look up at him. She was startled to see him there at her house.
“Mr. Malfoy, I have nothing to say to you,” she replied.
“Ginny, please-”
She rose and quickly brushed herself off. “Please leave. You’re not welcome here.” Ginny took a deep breath before hastily walking towards her house in an effort to avoid him.
“You have every right to be mad at me,” Draco blurted out, forcing himself to say something to stay calm; he didn’t want her to leave him again. Saying this seemed to work as Ginny stopped and started to turn around, appearing to look for anyone that could hear. Stepping closer to him, she stopped just out of arm's reach.
“Draco, you broke your promise to me!” she shouted in a whisper, annoyed with how he seemed to want pity when he was the one in the wrong.
“Can we go in? I want to talk and I don't think it should be out here in the open for all to hear.”
“No!”
He was taken aback. “Fine, but I'm not leaving until you hear me out. How will you explain to your husband when he arrives home as to why I am sitting on your doorstep?”
Ginny sighed in annoyance. “Alright.” With a stamp of her foot she once again started towards the house, not bothering to look to see if he was following her or not, though she hoped he wasn’t.
The house was very quaint; an average house that had an old fashioned feel with a charming grace and elegance to it. With its size, it was clearly meant for a big family. Draco followed her as she walked to the kitchen, watching her as she began to pour herself a glass of water.
“I know what I did was wrong, Ginny.”
“Do you know how much it hurt to hear you ask me that?”
“I honestly don't even remember saying it. Blaise told me, and I knew you would be hurt.”
“How many other times have you cheated on her?” she questioned, arms folded in front of herself.
“Ginny, it's not like you and Potter. You do love him.” He looked as if it killed him to say it. “I don't love her.”
Ginny took a sip of water to keep from crying. “That's not what I asked.”
“A couple of times,” he admitted as he sat down at the breakfast bar.
“Do you have feelings for any of them?” she asked, still planted in her spot in front of the sink.
He looked straight into her eyes. “No, only you. Why wouldn't you talk to me on Diagon Alley?”
“Because I'm Harry Potter’s wife. The press follows me sometimes.”
“Ginny, what’s going on here?” Harry asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
Draco turned and looked at Harry before standing. “Well Potter, you see, about a week ago I was at a stag party for Nott and I was very drunk. I made some very ungentlemanly suggestions to your wife. I felt that it was only right to come and apologize in person.” Ginny was shocked. Harry looked at her and then at Draco, who continued, “To both Ginny and you.”
Harry looked at Ginny. “Is this right?”
“Yes,” was all she could say.
“I'm not normally here during the day,” Harry pointed out.
“I know; my next stop was going to be the Ministry, but you've just saved me the trip.” He looked back at Ginny. “I am sorry, Ginny, Harry.” He then turned and let himself out.
Harry turned to Ginny. “What were you saying about the press?”
“He tried to talk to me the other day in Diagon Alley, but I wouldn't give him the time of day.”
“What did he say to you that night?” Harry asked.
“He asked me to sleep with him.”
Harry's eyes burned with anger. “What? How dare he!”
“Harry, relax. It was a stag night, he was really drunk, and he was obviously not thinking clearly. I called Blaise Zabini over and he took Draco home right after.”
Months later, Ginny was four months pregnant with their first child. Everyone was happy for them. Harry was excited about having a family member that he was blood related to. Ginny found she began to dislike Harry's job. It was one thing when it was the two of them, but now with a baby on the way, it scared her.
“Ginny, I don't understand. You know I have the Elder Wand.”
“Harry, that doesn't mean anything; you told me Draco had it before you and it's not a guarantee. Please, we're going to be parents! Please, just slow down. I need you; the baby needs you.”
Harry took a long moment before replying, “You’re right. I’ll slow down at work. In fact, the current head of Aurors is going to retire soon and his right hand man will take over, but the Deputy position will be opening up. I could put in for that.”
Ginny laughed. “Harry, you could put in to be the Minister for Magic and get it.”
As Ginny got closer to her due date, she and Harry did all the soon-to-be-parent things. This day, they were out shopping for furniture for the baby’s room. Draco was walking down the street and saw Ginny, who was very heavy with child, and Harry. He was surprised; he believed he would have heard if she were expecting. He now found himself hating Harry more. He had once dreamed of Ginny carrying his child. Hell, the day that he arrived to tell her about having to marry Astoria he had prayed when he saw her upset that she was about to tell him that she was expecting. If that had been the case, they could have maybe been together. But now she was carrying Harry f-ing Potter’s child, and what made it all worse was that she seemed happy. Draco knew he should be pleased she was happy. He wondered if Potter knew how lucky he was. Potter had the most beautiful, brilliant witch as his wife.
Ginny was glowing and looked happy. She and Harry were happy and she did love him. But on this day, Ginny didn't see Draco herself.
One month later, Draco read that Ginny had her baby; a boy they named James Sirius Potter. Harry would name the boy after important people in his life, but what about Ginny's life? Draco knew how much she had been hurt by the death of her brother, Fred. And even if the reason the baby was not named after Fred was because someone in that overgrown family of hers had already used it, could the boy not have carried the name of both of his grandfathers?
It was two more months before Draco saw her again. Astoria had an appointment at the spa. Draco had just dropped her off and was about to leave when he spotted Ginny with Granger and a few other women he did not know walking up to the spa. The others were gently teasing Ginny.
“Come on Ginny, you have to spend a little time on yourself. Otherwise those Boy-Who-Lived groupies will start to look pretty good to Harry,” one stated.
“I know, it just feels odd to be away from James for so long,” Ginny replied, sounding sad to Draco. He couldn't help but watch and listen.
“So long? We've been gone for maybe twenty minutes!” The others laughed at her.
After Ginny and the others entered the spa, Draco thought about the fact that she looked great for a woman who just had a baby. Her body still looked toned and her breasts looked fuller. The sight of her was enough to make his mouth water. He spent his day thinking about coincidentally running into her later at the spa, but in the end decided she should be happy and didn't need him popping up all the time.
Draco did his best to avoid Ginny for the next few years. Then one day he took Astoria to a healer appointment and then took their son to a playground. As he walked up he saw her red hair; it was cut in a trendy bob, but he would never mistake the color. He knew he should have left, but he couldn't help himself. Sitting next to the bench she sat at was a stroller. He walked around to the other side of the bench; she was watching a little boy about four or five years old with brown hair climb up the slide. In front of her in the sand was another boy with messy black hair. He was about the same age as Scorpius.
Draco cleared his throat and asked, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
Ginny couldn't believe she was hearing his voice! As she turned to look at the person who spoke, she told herself she was hearing things. But as soon as her eyes fell on Draco, she couldn't help but smile. It took a second for her to speak. “Please do.”
Draco looked down at his son. “Go on, play.”
The miniature Draco smiled at his father, jumped into the sandbox, and began talking in toddler to Ginny's son. “He looks just like you,” she commented.
Draco noticed she was expecting again. She looked like she was about six months along. “My family's not sure if he looks like me or Father.”
“Well, you do look like your father.” She smiled at him.
Draco looked at the little boy playing with his son. “He looks like his father.”
“Yes, Al is my mini Harry.”
“Al?”
“It's short for Albus, Albus Severus,” she explained.
Draco smirked. “Given the circumstances, ten years ago it would have seemed like a no-brainer that I would have been the one to name my son after Snape, not Potter. I guess it shows he has matured.”
“He has,” Ginny replied.
Draco just stared at her for a minute and received the reward of her touching the necklace he gave her years before. It had been years since he had talked to her, since he was close enough to smell her. “How have you been?” he asked calmly.
She looked over at her older son, taking a moment to think about her reply. “I'm good. I miss playing Quidditch, but I enjoy the writing I have been doing. How about you?”
“Life is – good,” he decided. He looked at his own son and then at Ginny's boys. “I still wish they could have been ours.”
Ginny wasn't sure how to reply. “I know,” she said quietly.
“You look great,” he commented.
“How come I never see you around?” Ginny asked. At that moment James came over.
“Mummy, can I have some juice?”
Ginny smiled and reached into the stroller, grabbing a sippy cup of juice for him. “Here you go, honey.”
After the boy took a very greedy drink he handed the cup back to his mother, then asked, “Who is he, Mummy?” as he eyed Draco Malfoy up and down.
Ginny looked sideways at Draco before replying, “James, this is Draco. He was—a friend of mine at Hogwarts.”
James looked at him one more time. “Hi!”
“Hello, James Potter,” Draco greeted.
James turned his attention back to Ginny. “Mum, are we going to Grandma's soon? I'm hungry!”
“In a bit, James. Al is playing nicely.” James snorted and stormed off. “He's a lot like Ron,” Ginny defended her son.
“I feel for the kid,” Draco commented. “I'm pleased you’re happy.”
“What about you, Draco?” she asked as she subconsciously rubbed her tummy.
“I have a wonderful son who loves me.”
“And your wife?”
“Ginny, we both know I don't love her. She and I are friends, she enjoys spending my money, and in return she sleeps with me.”
“Draco, that’s one of the coldest things I have ever heard you say.” Disappointment was clear in her voice.
“Would you rather hear that she's the perfect wife who has made me very happy and who I love?” he asked, looking sternly at her. “That would hurt you more!”
“I guess, but I do want you to be happy.”
“We both know I have forsaken my happiness for money, and for you.”
She had tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry! James, Al, it's time to go to Grandma's.” She rose and grabbed Al and placed him in the stroller. James came over as she finished strapping Al in. Draco took hold of her wrist.
“Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.” She only nodded. “I'm still yours, always in soul.” She nodded again, then the Potters walked away.
Chapter Four
Encounters
The stones of the pathway crunched as Draco walked up to where Ginny was kneeling on the ground planting daisies.
“Ginny, please! I have things I want to say,” Draco said, causing Ginny to look up at him. She was startled to see him there at her house.
“Mr. Malfoy, I have nothing to say to you,” she replied.
“Ginny, please-”
She rose and quickly brushed herself off. “Please leave. You’re not welcome here.” Ginny took a deep breath before hastily walking towards her house in an effort to avoid him.
“You have every right to be mad at me,” Draco blurted out, forcing himself to say something to stay calm; he didn’t want her to leave him again. Saying this seemed to work as Ginny stopped and started to turn around, appearing to look for anyone that could hear. Stepping closer to him, she stopped just out of arm's reach.
“Draco, you broke your promise to me!” she shouted in a whisper, annoyed with how he seemed to want pity when he was the one in the wrong.
“Can we go in? I want to talk and I don't think it should be out here in the open for all to hear.”
“No!”
He was taken aback. “Fine, but I'm not leaving until you hear me out. How will you explain to your husband when he arrives home as to why I am sitting on your doorstep?”
Ginny sighed in annoyance. “Alright.” With a stamp of her foot she once again started towards the house, not bothering to look to see if he was following her or not, though she hoped he wasn’t.
The house was very quaint; an average house that had an old fashioned feel with a charming grace and elegance to it. With its size, it was clearly meant for a big family. Draco followed her as she walked to the kitchen, watching her as she began to pour herself a glass of water.
“I know what I did was wrong, Ginny.”
“Do you know how much it hurt to hear you ask me that?”
“I honestly don't even remember saying it. Blaise told me, and I knew you would be hurt.”
“How many other times have you cheated on her?” she questioned, arms folded in front of herself.
“Ginny, it's not like you and Potter. You do love him.” He looked as if it killed him to say it. “I don't love her.”
Ginny took a sip of water to keep from crying. “That's not what I asked.”
“A couple of times,” he admitted as he sat down at the breakfast bar.
“Do you have feelings for any of them?” she asked, still planted in her spot in front of the sink.
He looked straight into her eyes. “No, only you. Why wouldn't you talk to me on Diagon Alley?”
“Because I'm Harry Potter’s wife. The press follows me sometimes.”
“Ginny, what’s going on here?” Harry asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
Draco turned and looked at Harry before standing. “Well Potter, you see, about a week ago I was at a stag party for Nott and I was very drunk. I made some very ungentlemanly suggestions to your wife. I felt that it was only right to come and apologize in person.” Ginny was shocked. Harry looked at her and then at Draco, who continued, “To both Ginny and you.”
Harry looked at Ginny. “Is this right?”
“Yes,” was all she could say.
“I'm not normally here during the day,” Harry pointed out.
“I know; my next stop was going to be the Ministry, but you've just saved me the trip.” He looked back at Ginny. “I am sorry, Ginny, Harry.” He then turned and let himself out.
Harry turned to Ginny. “What were you saying about the press?”
“He tried to talk to me the other day in Diagon Alley, but I wouldn't give him the time of day.”
“What did he say to you that night?” Harry asked.
“He asked me to sleep with him.”
Harry's eyes burned with anger. “What? How dare he!”
“Harry, relax. It was a stag night, he was really drunk, and he was obviously not thinking clearly. I called Blaise Zabini over and he took Draco home right after.”
Months later, Ginny was four months pregnant with their first child. Everyone was happy for them. Harry was excited about having a family member that he was blood related to. Ginny found she began to dislike Harry's job. It was one thing when it was the two of them, but now with a baby on the way, it scared her.
“Ginny, I don't understand. You know I have the Elder Wand.”
“Harry, that doesn't mean anything; you told me Draco had it before you and it's not a guarantee. Please, we're going to be parents! Please, just slow down. I need you; the baby needs you.”
Harry took a long moment before replying, “You’re right. I’ll slow down at work. In fact, the current head of Aurors is going to retire soon and his right hand man will take over, but the Deputy position will be opening up. I could put in for that.”
Ginny laughed. “Harry, you could put in to be the Minister for Magic and get it.”
As Ginny got closer to her due date, she and Harry did all the soon-to-be-parent things. This day, they were out shopping for furniture for the baby’s room. Draco was walking down the street and saw Ginny, who was very heavy with child, and Harry. He was surprised; he believed he would have heard if she were expecting. He now found himself hating Harry more. He had once dreamed of Ginny carrying his child. Hell, the day that he arrived to tell her about having to marry Astoria he had prayed when he saw her upset that she was about to tell him that she was expecting. If that had been the case, they could have maybe been together. But now she was carrying Harry f-ing Potter’s child, and what made it all worse was that she seemed happy. Draco knew he should be pleased she was happy. He wondered if Potter knew how lucky he was. Potter had the most beautiful, brilliant witch as his wife.
Ginny was glowing and looked happy. She and Harry were happy and she did love him. But on this day, Ginny didn't see Draco herself.
One month later, Draco read that Ginny had her baby; a boy they named James Sirius Potter. Harry would name the boy after important people in his life, but what about Ginny's life? Draco knew how much she had been hurt by the death of her brother, Fred. And even if the reason the baby was not named after Fred was because someone in that overgrown family of hers had already used it, could the boy not have carried the name of both of his grandfathers?
It was two more months before Draco saw her again. Astoria had an appointment at the spa. Draco had just dropped her off and was about to leave when he spotted Ginny with Granger and a few other women he did not know walking up to the spa. The others were gently teasing Ginny.
“Come on Ginny, you have to spend a little time on yourself. Otherwise those Boy-Who-Lived groupies will start to look pretty good to Harry,” one stated.
“I know, it just feels odd to be away from James for so long,” Ginny replied, sounding sad to Draco. He couldn't help but watch and listen.
“So long? We've been gone for maybe twenty minutes!” The others laughed at her.
After Ginny and the others entered the spa, Draco thought about the fact that she looked great for a woman who just had a baby. Her body still looked toned and her breasts looked fuller. The sight of her was enough to make his mouth water. He spent his day thinking about coincidentally running into her later at the spa, but in the end decided she should be happy and didn't need him popping up all the time.
Draco did his best to avoid Ginny for the next few years. Then one day he took Astoria to a healer appointment and then took their son to a playground. As he walked up he saw her red hair; it was cut in a trendy bob, but he would never mistake the color. He knew he should have left, but he couldn't help himself. Sitting next to the bench she sat at was a stroller. He walked around to the other side of the bench; she was watching a little boy about four or five years old with brown hair climb up the slide. In front of her in the sand was another boy with messy black hair. He was about the same age as Scorpius.
Draco cleared his throat and asked, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
Ginny couldn't believe she was hearing his voice! As she turned to look at the person who spoke, she told herself she was hearing things. But as soon as her eyes fell on Draco, she couldn't help but smile. It took a second for her to speak. “Please do.”
Draco looked down at his son. “Go on, play.”
The miniature Draco smiled at his father, jumped into the sandbox, and began talking in toddler to Ginny's son. “He looks just like you,” she commented.
Draco noticed she was expecting again. She looked like she was about six months along. “My family's not sure if he looks like me or Father.”
“Well, you do look like your father.” She smiled at him.
Draco looked at the little boy playing with his son. “He looks like his father.”
“Yes, Al is my mini Harry.”
“Al?”
“It's short for Albus, Albus Severus,” she explained.
Draco smirked. “Given the circumstances, ten years ago it would have seemed like a no-brainer that I would have been the one to name my son after Snape, not Potter. I guess it shows he has matured.”
“He has,” Ginny replied.
Draco just stared at her for a minute and received the reward of her touching the necklace he gave her years before. It had been years since he had talked to her, since he was close enough to smell her. “How have you been?” he asked calmly.
She looked over at her older son, taking a moment to think about her reply. “I'm good. I miss playing Quidditch, but I enjoy the writing I have been doing. How about you?”
“Life is – good,” he decided. He looked at his own son and then at Ginny's boys. “I still wish they could have been ours.”
Ginny wasn't sure how to reply. “I know,” she said quietly.
“You look great,” he commented.
“How come I never see you around?” Ginny asked. At that moment James came over.
“Mummy, can I have some juice?”
Ginny smiled and reached into the stroller, grabbing a sippy cup of juice for him. “Here you go, honey.”
After the boy took a very greedy drink he handed the cup back to his mother, then asked, “Who is he, Mummy?” as he eyed Draco Malfoy up and down.
Ginny looked sideways at Draco before replying, “James, this is Draco. He was—a friend of mine at Hogwarts.”
James looked at him one more time. “Hi!”
“Hello, James Potter,” Draco greeted.
James turned his attention back to Ginny. “Mum, are we going to Grandma's soon? I'm hungry!”
“In a bit, James. Al is playing nicely.” James snorted and stormed off. “He's a lot like Ron,” Ginny defended her son.
“I feel for the kid,” Draco commented. “I'm pleased you’re happy.”
“What about you, Draco?” she asked as she subconsciously rubbed her tummy.
“I have a wonderful son who loves me.”
“And your wife?”
“Ginny, we both know I don't love her. She and I are friends, she enjoys spending my money, and in return she sleeps with me.”
“Draco, that’s one of the coldest things I have ever heard you say.” Disappointment was clear in her voice.
“Would you rather hear that she's the perfect wife who has made me very happy and who I love?” he asked, looking sternly at her. “That would hurt you more!”
“I guess, but I do want you to be happy.”
“We both know I have forsaken my happiness for money, and for you.”
She had tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry! James, Al, it's time to go to Grandma's.” She rose and grabbed Al and placed him in the stroller. James came over as she finished strapping Al in. Draco took hold of her wrist.
“Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.” She only nodded. “I'm still yours, always in soul.” She nodded again, then the Potters walked away.
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