Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
The rain sounded loudly on the metal ceiling.
Danica is with Harry today. His and Ginny's first child, Lilliana, is the same age as Danica and they are great friends.
Sometimes they even act like they are sisters, finishing each other's sentences.
I sit alone with a cup of chamomile tea in my hands.
The warmth from the liquid flows through the mug and warms my hands.
For so long I have lived wondering if I should leave the wizarding world and travel to the muggle one.
I could raise Danica there. It's not as though I couldn't get a job there, and its not as though she wouldn't be able to go to Hogwarts if I were to move there, but something is keeping me her.
Ron says its the fact that I am so powerful. That I need to feel like I am better than other people by showing my powers off and I wouldn't be able to do that freely if I was in the muggle world.
I slapped him upside the head when he said that.
Luna just laughed.
I found it rather strange when Luna and Ron married. They were a complete mismatch but they do seem happy, and I am happy for them.
But I am also jealous.
Harry and Ginny are extremely happy.
They have two children; Lilliana (who is a beautiful girl with the Weasley red hair and Harry's green eyes. Remus says she looks like a young Lily) and James Sirius (he was named after both Harry's father and godfather and has Harry's black hair and has brown eyes) who is a year old. They are constantly smiling and sometimes it makes me sick how happy they are.
Luna and Ron are just as happy.
They have one child named Georgina (who also has the Weasley red hair and has blue eyes) who is about nine months old. They laugh a lot and argue about Quidditch and magazines.
I am happy for them, I really am but I feel like something is missing in my life.
Something that they have.
Danica makes me happy, she really does, and I love her, but something is missing and I cant seem to place what it is.
There is a knock at the door and I put my tea down on the coffee table.
I am freezing for some reason.
I know its not the rain that is making me cold, but I am cold suddenly.
The knock comes again. "Coming!" I yell as I make my way to the door.
When I open the door I freeze.
I didn't expect to see you here.
First I wonder why you're here. Then how you knew where I lived.
After I cant answer my own questions I take you in. How your hair is soaked from the rain; how your coat clings to you like a second skin; how your hands are shoved in your pockets.
I remember my manners and step away from the door. "Come in, Draco."
And you do come in, brushing past me.
When I close the door you are looking at me.
"Did you want something?" I ask.
"I want to know about your daughter," you say and my heart feels cold.