Missing Years
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
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Adult +
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10
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Homecoming
Draco shut the door with a bit of force just as a reporter reached out to grab him for a question. Damn repoters! Ever since he had returned to london they were swarming the gates of his home and somehow one of them had managed to get past security. The poor guy was lucky Draco didn't hex him into oblivion. Glad to be out of the public eye, he set down the bags he was carrying and called out loudly, "Alissa, I'm home. come down here for a moment, would you?"
No sooner had the request left his lips than a silvery blonde head peeked around the corner of the entry hall, brown eyes glowing curiously. Her mouth was turned up a bit at the corners, but it wasn't a smile. It was the infamous Malfoy smirk, taught to her by the one who made it so well known. As she rounded the corner fully, how could ther be any doubt in anyone's mind that she was of his blood? Her lithe form seemed to flow like silk, her movements graceful, almost cat-like. What came out of her mouth however, would make you think her a completely different person.
"Hey dad! What'd you get me?"
"That's father to you, Alissa. I happen to have gotten you something though. It's in that bag, there," he gestured to a large silver bag.
"You know, you always say that and yet I never call you that," she chimed as she began to peer inside of the bag. Pulling out the tissue paper and throwing it aside the young girl plunged her hands in and came up with pale blue ribbons tangled around her fingers.
Huh, what's this?
Alsmost as if he had read the young girl's mind, Draco answered her unspoken question. "It's a dress, Ali, surely you've heard of them. It's something most girls your age wear."
"A dress? Dad, you've got to be kidding me, right? Why would I need something like this anyway? It's so ... fancy."
She had pulled the dress completely out of the bag now and fancy was definitely a word one could use to describe the garment in her hands. It was cerulean blue silk that seemed to ripple over her fingertips like water.Holding it to her form the dress cascaded down to her ankles, and it became apparent that the gown had a sheer pale blue overlay that shimmered in the light. Despite her prior bemusement, Alissa's eyes scanned the trails of fabric and lit up with delight. Seeing his daughter's reaction, Draco gave a short chuckle and grinned.
"Glad you asked. Your grandmother is throwing a homecoming gala of sorts this weekend and it was perfect for the occasion. You'll look stunning in it, I'm sure."
"Oooh, a party for us? Who all is coming," she gave the dress another look and turn her head with a smirk to her father's prior comment. "I'm sure I can make it look somewhat decent."
"Basically everybody. Family, Ministry officials, friends and such. I even made arrangements for Abrielle to come visit."
"Abrielle is comeing, from France? Really? Oh thank you dad, it's going to be great."
"Indeed it will be. Now, I have some planning to do, so why don't you go try that on and you can show your grandmother and I at dinner."
Alissa smiled at her father and wrapped her arms around him tightly. After kissing her on the forehead, Draco smiled once more and turned to head to his study.As he began walking he felt a hand grab at the sleeve of his shirt and pivoted to face his daughter once more. "Something else, Ali?"
"Well sort of. You said that everybody is going to be there, right?"
"Yes, pretty much everybody, your grandparents, our friends from Paris, my old work associates, some old classmates -"
"Does that mean mum will be there?"
Draco looked down at his daughter, knowing she was holding back tears. It was his fault that Alissa was hurting. His fault for putting tears in those beautiful eyes. She looked nothing like Ginny aside from her eyes. They were exactly like her mother's, so much so that he couldn't bear to look into them at that very moment. Instead he shifted his eyes to the clock and cleared his throat, a hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"I sent her an invitation, so she knows the details."
"I hope she comes, father."
"I hope she comes to, Ali, I really hope she comes."
No sooner had the request left his lips than a silvery blonde head peeked around the corner of the entry hall, brown eyes glowing curiously. Her mouth was turned up a bit at the corners, but it wasn't a smile. It was the infamous Malfoy smirk, taught to her by the one who made it so well known. As she rounded the corner fully, how could ther be any doubt in anyone's mind that she was of his blood? Her lithe form seemed to flow like silk, her movements graceful, almost cat-like. What came out of her mouth however, would make you think her a completely different person.
"Hey dad! What'd you get me?"
"That's father to you, Alissa. I happen to have gotten you something though. It's in that bag, there," he gestured to a large silver bag.
"You know, you always say that and yet I never call you that," she chimed as she began to peer inside of the bag. Pulling out the tissue paper and throwing it aside the young girl plunged her hands in and came up with pale blue ribbons tangled around her fingers.
Huh, what's this?
Alsmost as if he had read the young girl's mind, Draco answered her unspoken question. "It's a dress, Ali, surely you've heard of them. It's something most girls your age wear."
"A dress? Dad, you've got to be kidding me, right? Why would I need something like this anyway? It's so ... fancy."
She had pulled the dress completely out of the bag now and fancy was definitely a word one could use to describe the garment in her hands. It was cerulean blue silk that seemed to ripple over her fingertips like water.Holding it to her form the dress cascaded down to her ankles, and it became apparent that the gown had a sheer pale blue overlay that shimmered in the light. Despite her prior bemusement, Alissa's eyes scanned the trails of fabric and lit up with delight. Seeing his daughter's reaction, Draco gave a short chuckle and grinned.
"Glad you asked. Your grandmother is throwing a homecoming gala of sorts this weekend and it was perfect for the occasion. You'll look stunning in it, I'm sure."
"Oooh, a party for us? Who all is coming," she gave the dress another look and turn her head with a smirk to her father's prior comment. "I'm sure I can make it look somewhat decent."
"Basically everybody. Family, Ministry officials, friends and such. I even made arrangements for Abrielle to come visit."
"Abrielle is comeing, from France? Really? Oh thank you dad, it's going to be great."
"Indeed it will be. Now, I have some planning to do, so why don't you go try that on and you can show your grandmother and I at dinner."
Alissa smiled at her father and wrapped her arms around him tightly. After kissing her on the forehead, Draco smiled once more and turned to head to his study.As he began walking he felt a hand grab at the sleeve of his shirt and pivoted to face his daughter once more. "Something else, Ali?"
"Well sort of. You said that everybody is going to be there, right?"
"Yes, pretty much everybody, your grandparents, our friends from Paris, my old work associates, some old classmates -"
"Does that mean mum will be there?"
Draco looked down at his daughter, knowing she was holding back tears. It was his fault that Alissa was hurting. His fault for putting tears in those beautiful eyes. She looked nothing like Ginny aside from her eyes. They were exactly like her mother's, so much so that he couldn't bear to look into them at that very moment. Instead he shifted his eyes to the clock and cleared his throat, a hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"I sent her an invitation, so she knows the details."
"I hope she comes, father."
"I hope she comes to, Ali, I really hope she comes."