Goodbye To You

Chapter Four

Ginny's heart flew up into her throat when she opened the door. The flowers she didn't realise she was still holding fell to the floor.

"Malfoy?" she said incredously.

The boy she had known and fell in love with was replaced by this man. He still had the same white blond hair and smug smirk. But his eyes were different. The gray eyes were softer looking and not as harsh as they once were.

Draco leaned against the doorway casually. "Did you miss me, Gin?"

"What are doing here, Malfoy?" Why was he here? Why now?

He looked past her to Hermione. "Granger, can we have a minute?"

Hermione held back a smile. "I'll be by the entrance, Gin," she said, moving out into the hallway.

Draco stepped into the room, nudging Ginny out of the way so he could close the door. "You don't look happy to see me, Gin."

After all these years, he still made her heart beat erratically, as if it would just jump out of her chest. But she wasn't going to let him sucker her in like he did five years ago. "I'm getting married, Malfoy."

His mouth lifted in a mysterious smile. He bent down and picked up her flowers. "White roses. They go well with your hair."

Ginny frowned. What was wrong with him? Did he hit his head? "I know. That's what Harry said when he picked them out. What do you want, Malfoy?"

Another smile. Draco stood in front of her, lifting a hand to her neck, caressing the spot just below the nape.

She felt her eyes close of their own accord as a slow fire ran through her body. God, she missed this. His hand moved to the dip of her cleavage and stopped.

"So, we're on a last name basis now? I remember a time I could make you scream my name by doing this." He demonstrated by cupping her breast, kneading it softly.

Ginny's eyes snapped and she slapped his hand away, moving past him. "That was a lifetime ago, Malfoy," she said coldly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get married."

"There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you," he called after her. "I still love you."

Ginny's hand stilled on the doorknob and her heart felt light and carefree, like when she was a teenager. "Draco, we were over a long time ago. I'm getting married in a few minutes."

"That's a bit of a problem, you see."

She turned around and eyed him suspiciously. "What did you do to Harry?"

Draco grinned at her. "You mean what's Blaise doing to him. Potter's other wise engaged at the moment."

Ginny's eyes widened slightly. "Are you saying . . .?" Her ears perked up as she heard an indistinctive moan followed by a chair scrapping the floor from the next room.

"I believe the correct term is f#*$ing his brains out."

Ginny flopped ungracefully into a chair and buried her face in her hands. Draco watched helplessly as her petite frame was racked with sobs.

Four years later and he still didn't know how to deal with her crying. She'd only cried twice in front of him and he'd awkwardly tried to comfort her with his lack of knowledge on how to.

Draco walked over to her. "Gin, please don't," he pleaded. "We didn't know. We thought the both of you were just as miserable as we were."

He kneeled in front of her. "We ended things yesterday. I wouldn't have come back if I knew you were in love with Potter," he spilled out miserably. "I just want you to be happy. Even if it's with him.

"I just stupidly assumed you'd still be in love with me."

She was still shaking, but wouldn't look at him. He put his hand briefly on her knee.

"Look, I'll go get Blaise. We'll leave and pretend this never happened." He stood up.

"It's pretty pointless, you know. You'll never be able to pry Harry off of Blaise now," she answered through her hands.

Ginny looked up at him, smiling. She didn't seem the least bit upset that her fiancé who's currently "involved" with someone else at the moment. She looked like she's been . . . . laughing.

Draco's eyes searched her face in confusion. He didn't know if he was supposed to hold her or just walk out.

She solved the problem for him by launching herself into his arms. He stepped back in surprise, but held her tightly in his arms.

"You could have saved yourself the trouble by doing this a few years ago," she scolded lightly as she began to plant kisses all over his face.

Draco nodded in agreement. "Well, I was young and stupid then."

He kissed her passionately and it was as if those four years of separation never happened.

She pulled away after awhile. "What about your father?"

He groaned loudly. "What a way to ruin the moment, Gin," he mumbled. "But if you must know, I left him a note this morning, telling him that Blaise and I were eloping. I just forgot to mention that we weren't marrying each other."

"And when he finds out?"

Draco put his hands on his hips, grinding her body into his. "I hear Italy's nice this time of year."

"We'll see," she murmured, pulling his head down to hers.

"Are you guys decent?" Hermione's voice called from the door. "I don't want another nasty shock."

The door opened slowly and Hermione tentatively stuck her head in. She grinned at the two of them. "Well, at least you two aren't rabbits. That's more than I can say for certain people."

"What do you want, Granger?" Draco drawled out as Ginny began to undo the top few buttons of his shirt.

"I was just wondering if it was going to be a double wedding or not."

"What do you think, Gin?"

She smiled up at him wickedly. "I don't know. Do you think you can put up with a bunch of Weasleys for the rest of your life?"

He pulled her close. "Yeah, except for your brother."

"I promise Ron will leave you alone."

"Well, in that case, I think I can deal with your family."

Hermione rolled her eyes none to subtly. "You both have five minutes to get out there, so no hanky panky." She closed the door loudly behind her.

Draco pulled Ginny close for another passionate kiss. "I just have to know," he said a few moments later. "Did you and Potter . . . Did he ever . . ."

Ginny raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Did Harry ever make me scream?" she replied matter-of-factly. "Harry and I have never seen each other naked."

Draco's gray eyes went wide with surprise. "But you were engaged . . ." he stuttered.

"We're not physically attracted to each other," she answered as if it explained everything. She tugged his arm towards the door. "Now are we getting married or not?"

Draco smiled, really smiled for the first time in years. "After you, Mrs. Malfoy."

Ginny wrinkled her nose playfully. "How about you change your name to Weasley?"

"That's not going to happen, Virginia. I won't be a Weasley."

Ginny sighed and shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly. "I guess I can be a Malfoy."

He lifted their linked hands and brought her fingers to his lips. "Then let's make it official."

~*~

Epilogue

"Draco, come on just one game. Please?"

Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at his beautiful smiling wife. She tugged on his sleeve with the aid of their four-year-old daughter, Kayla.

"I already told you, no."

Three-year-old Caleb found his way over. He stared up at his father with brown eyes similar o his mother. "Please, Daddy?"

"I didn't realise Malfoy's were afraid of little game of tag."

Draco turned in his seat and glared. "Shut it, Potter."

Blaise Zabini-Potter laughed richly at the age-old rivalry. "Honestly, will you two ever grow up?"

Harry pulled her close and kissed her soundly on the lips. "Only when it comes to you."

Kayla wrinkled her perfect Malfoy nose and nudged three-year-old Rachel Potter. "Ewww. That's so gross!"

Ginny Malfoy sat down on her husband's lap, making herself comfortable. "One day, Kay, you'll think a lot different."

Life had turned out great. She and Draco had been married for five years now and had two wonderful children, with another on the way of course. And on nice warm days like this they had their usual picnic with the Potter clan of four, yes count them, four kids.

Gin smiled widely as she watched Kayla chase down five-year-old Tyler Potter for her doll.

Now they would make an interesting couple.

"Wouldn't it be funny," Blaise commented thoughtfully. "If Tyler and Kayla ended up falling in love?"

Ginny grinned at her. "I was just thinking the same thing, Zabini."

Harry and Draco glared at their wives. "Not bloody likely, Blaise," Draco hissed out. . "Besides, if you wanted to be related to me that bad, you should have married me instead."

"Hey! Your jealous wife is still in the room, you know." Ginny pinched him playfully and received a smoldering kiss in return. "We can't control that. You should know better than anyone."
Draco shook his head like a very unhappy two-year-old. "We'll see about that."