Choices

The Flat

"Well," Draco began and Ginny prepared herself "This is a hovel"

They looked around at their new flat, a small living room with an even smaller kitchen attached, two white doors led one, to the one small bedroom and the other, to a small bathroom.

Everything in there was small.

"Feel at home yet, Weasley?" he asked her and received a slap on the arm for it.

"Don't," she glared at him "test me, Malfoy."

Draco just shrugged so she walked inside, putting Harry down he decided to crawl around, curious about his new environment.

Draco observed the child for a moment, his slow progress around the room, and how after some time he searched for the tell-tale of red hair, finding her in the kitchen baby Harry continued on, reassured that someone familiar was nearby. He hadn't held him since that day with Mrs. Rees, the one time he had to, during their journey there, Harry had cried until Ginny showed up to hold him.

The toddler, if nothing else, tended to avoid him.

"Hey, Weasley," he called out as she finished putting away the food they bought earlier "do you think Potter can see?"

Ginny turned to look at him, deadpan to his smirk "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, Potter wears glasses," he continued, impervious to her annoyance, "think it developed later, or does he just assume any ginger is family?"

Ginny gritted her teeth and answered "I don't know, why don't you go... do whatever it is that you do"

"Oh, but this is better!"

She was going to strangle him. Sooner or later.

"And on that note, isn't this weird for you?" he asked, hoping for more to tease her with.

"What do you mean?"

"Only," he leaned on the kitchen counter "last I heard, weren't you dating Potter?"

Probably sooner.

Ginny rolled her eyes "That? It was a stupid rumour from Romilda Vane, she was pissed that Harry didn't want to date her and figured I would be a good scapegoat"

Of course he would find that hilarious. She shook her head and opened the door to the bedroom, his laughter having no choice but to follow her in the tiny flat, and Ginny sighed at the only bed in the room, at least she didn't have to sleep with Draco alone.

Deciding to ignore it, she opened the little closet and put their new muggle clothing inside while keeping an eye on Harry, her wand always with her. Draco, instead, decided to sit on the couch, still smiling he figured that this new life wouldn't be so miserable after all.

At least, not as long as he could drive Weasley mad.

Ginny put down the finally sleeping Harry, while he old enough to sleep the whole night, he would often refuse to go to bed and they'd have a battle of wills. It had been almost two weeks and she quickly discovered that letting him win led to crankiness and a lot of crying, so she tried her best on those uncooperative days.

She gently caressed his little head and made sure he wouldn't fall from the bed before leaving him to sleep.

Closing the door quietly she finally let herself fall on the couch.

She was ready to relax when she heard the door of the bathroom opening and closing, Malfoy had finished his bath, shirt untucked as he finished to button it up, of course it would be a button-up shirt, she thought shaking her head. Ginny stared at him, in the few days since arriving in the past he had managed to regain some of his previous snobbish looks, and while he still pale, it was no longer sickly looking.