Ok I'm new at this, but I have an Idea for a story but I can't quite write it down right.

-Draco and Ginny are either a couple or married.

-They get into a huge fight.

-Ginny decides to leave.

Lines that you do/don't have to put in, you decide, But I wish you'd put them in:

"Do I really have a reason to stay?"(Ginny)

"Well, there's me... That's a start... Isn't it?"(Draco)



Thanks!
~*~Ginny_Malfoy~*~

I liked it, it was really cute! Gotta love some fluff now and again.

--Jessie

Felt like my world's full of angst, nice fluff!

It was nice. I really liked it. I had one stored away but it just didn't sound right.

Well, here’s my second Challenge! Fic (The first being in the H/H forum). It’s my first D/G fic, so I really do hope you all enjoy. The title has nothing to do with the story, I’ve just always wanted to use it. Without further ado…

Learning To Sing The Blues

They haven’t been living together long, two months at the most. Ginny still can’t believe it sometimes, so she’ll hunt him down in their crowded studio apartment. Right now she doesn’t have to bother looking for him, because he’s sitting at his desk going through bills. She can hear him muttering to himself, a habit she’s come to hate.

She’s currently sitting on the couch, in nothing but her undergarments, wondering why she’s even with him. Truth be told they don’t exactly have the best relationship. He never takes her out, she doesn’t cook him meals, he never bothers to tell her things until the last minute, and she doesn’t bother to answer him most of the time. She shifts in her seat and looks around the small living space.

The air is thick and heavy, a summer’s rain threatening to explode at any moment from the fat, gray clouds that rolled in over the night. Ginny can’t wait for the first raindrop to fall, that way she can go stand in the pouring rain. Standing up she walks into the small kitchen area to make herself a sandwich.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it this month,” She hears him say from behind her. She turns to look at him. His hair, wheat blonde, falls into steel gray eyes. His eyes remind her of the storm clouds hovering outside, and sends a shiver down her spine.

“We can cut back,” She says, turning back to placing lettuce upon bread. His arms come to circle around her waist, and his chin rest on her shoulder.

“Ginny,” He says. His voice is low, threatening.

“What?” She snaps. “Draco, what is so horribly wrong about cutting back? We’re not in the wizarding world, we don’t have money to just--throw around!”

He pulls away from her, and she jumps when his fists connects with the wall.

“Ginny,” He growls, turning her around to face him. “I’m well aware of the fact that we’re not exactly flowing with money, alright? I don’t need you reminding me all the time. However, I’m also aware of the fact that I’m the only one working.”

Ginny shakes so bad she can feel it all the way in her toes. Her sandwich forgotten she yanks away from his grasp and stalks into their bedroom, shutting the door loudly behind her. She can’t stay here with him, she’s not sure what made her think she could in the first place. He barges in moments after and watches as she begins throwing things into her old Hogwarts trunk.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes never leaving her back. She doesn’t bother to answer, and instead turns around and hurtles a thick volume at him. He ducks just in time before cursing loudly and storming out of the room. Ginny tries her best not to cry as she drags her trunk into the living room.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of Draco. He’s slumped against the foot of the couch, head down, shoulders sagged. He doesn’t bother to look up when she starts a fire in the small fireplace. Taking a hold of Floo Powder she angrily tosses it into the fire. The flames dance and turn green.

“The Bur-”

“Stay.”

Ginny’s body shuts down momentarily. His voice was so low she’s not sure if she imagined it. She doesn’t dare look at him.

“Do I really have a reason to stay?” She asks, her voice trembling. She hears Draco shift, and turns around to look at him. He’s looking up at her and all she wants to do is hide.

“Well, there’s me,” He says, just as softly as before. “That’s a start, isn’t it?”

Ginny feels herself deflating and emits a sigh. There are a million different starts, she just hopes this is the right one.

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I know it’s not really a big fight, but I just…got stuck? Yeah, that’s it, I got stuck! Well, this fight wasn’t too bad, was it?

I like it. It is a great start. I wish I could write like that....

Stay With Me

I've been going challenge crazy today. Here's this one:

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This had been the night from hell for Ginny Weasley. Not everyone could alienate everyone close to them in one shot, but tonight it proven possible.

The Weasley gatherings, as all the children had grown up and none of them had yet to reproduce, became more interesting. This was largely due to the alcohol now served at these gatherings.

Ginny had sworn off drinking ever since she was little, so she was usually the only person sober at these events. This time, however, she had brought her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

Her family seemed to get along with him, since she had told them earlier on in their long-term relationship who she was dating. It wasn’t until the night was almost giving way to morning did the claws come out.

“You are a Voldemort-loving death-eater!” Harry slurred out.

“You are a boy with a scar on his head screwing a mudblood!” he slung back, with just a bit more composure.

This was all it took for the fists to come out. Draco and Harry went at it, with the other brothers holding Ron back.

Ginny, coming closer to tears every minute, wrestled Draco off of Harry, who was bleeding at the nose and lip. She ushered him inside, and sat him down at the kitchen table, using a partial body-bind so he couldn’t move. Then she went back outside to heal Harry’s nose and lip.

When she got out there, the family was all crowded around Harry. She muttered the spells that would reverse the affects of the fight, but left the alcohol in his system. Maybe, she thought, if he got drunk enough and had a bad enough head ache the next morning, he would stop drinking.

As she turned to go heal Draco’s injuries, her father called her back. He was standing with his arm around his wife, all the rest of the clan was behind him.

“Don’t bring him back here, Ginevra. He isn’t welcome,” Mr. Weasley declared. His face was dead-pan, and left no room for reproach.

“But Daddy –,“ the tears almost making their way out of hiding.

“No. Look at what he did,” he indicated to Harry, “Make your decision.”

As Ginny turned away, she heard him mutter, “Make the right decision.”

Once she got back in the kitchen, she saw Draco still sitting wear she left him, although he was now slumped over. She healed the large bump on his head, from where Harry slammed it into the corner of the table. Then she healed his nose.

Ginny muttered ‘wingardium leviosa’ and floated Draco out the door and into his car. She turned the key in the ignition, and drove him back to their house. She put him in his bed, atop the covers. Then she went to the drawers and back a bag for herself.

She went outside, locked the door and put her arm out to catch the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron. Hopefully Tom had a room for her.

Once she got on the bus, her tears that had built up from the night all spilled out. The drivers looked at her, clearly wondering if anything could be done. Ginny continued to cry, until she put on a presentable face to walk into the Leaky Cauldron.

“Hiya, Ginny. What can I do ya for this fine eve?” Tom greeted her perkily.

“I need a room, Tom. Have you any I could use?” she asked, as she dropped more than enough coins on the counter.

“Yes, I have. What’s wrong, Ginny? You don’t look so well?” he asked concerned.

“The room, Tom?” Ginny said, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

“4, miss. The usual. Let me bring up your bags, please.” He picked up the bag before she could protest, following her up the stairs. He laid the bag right inside the door, bidding Ginny a better day tomorrow than her night.

**

A week passed before Ginny left her room. It was another three days before Draco came.

He knocked on her door. She opened it, thinking it would be Tom, requesting more money for her stay. Her eyes instead received the sight of Draco Malfoy. He reached out to cup her cheek, but she nudged him away.

“Can I come in?” he asked softly.

Ginny didn’t say anything, but Draco read her eyes. She didn’t want to let him in.

“Please,” he added as a last ditch effort.

She stepped back, allowing him entrance to the place she had called home for the last week.

They went to sit at the small coffee table in her room. She stared at the table. Draco figured if they were going to get anywhere he would have to start the ball rolling.

“Gin, I’m sorry.” He looked for some sign of forgiveness from her. He didn’t get one, although he did get her to look up.

He wished he hadn’t. Her tear-stained cheeks broke his heart. The fact that he had caused them made it even worse.

“They don’t want you to ever come back. My father told me that I had to make a choice.”

She stopped there. He waited for her to go on before he spoke again.

“What do I have to do, Ginny, to get you back? I’d do anything to dry your tears. I want you to come home and stay with me,” he told her.

“Do I really have a reason to stay with you?” she choked out.

“Well, there’s me…. That’s a start… Isn’t it?” he asked, looking directly in her eyes.

“Can you make up for my family, Draco? I love them. I don’t think I can abandon my family for my boyfriend.”

“I’ll do everything I can to get there trust back, Gin. I’ll stop drinking. I’ll apologize to them,” he told her, his hands moving, trying to convey just how much he’d do for her.
“Show me, Draco. Don’t tell me,” she advised.

“You’ll come home?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

**

A man on a mission. That’s what Draco was. The mission name: Mission Impossible.

He knocked on the door of the Burrow, and stepped back. Mrs. Weasley finally came to the door.

“Mister Malfoy,” she said to him. “Arthur! There’s someone here to see you!” she called throughout the house.

“Actually, Mrs. Weasley, I was hoping I could speak with both of you. Please, ma’am,” he looked at her, and she bade him to sit at the kitchen table.

When Mr. Weasley came through the door, he immediately turned around. Luckily, Mrs. Weasley seemed to see something in Draco that he did not.

“Arthur Weasley, sit down this minute!” she told him.

He turned around, and after seeing the no-nonsense look in her eyes, he sat down.

“What have you to say, boy?” Mr. Weasley asked him.

“I’m sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for offending your family so. I am sorry for injury a family member, and thus, injuring your relationship with your only daughter,” he told them.

“Thank you, Draco,” Mrs. Weasley cut in, before her husband could say anything. “We accept your apology.”

“There is also something else I would like to talk to you about…”

**

“Draco, where are you taking me?” Ginny asked him urgently. This being blindfolded thing was not making her happy.

“Just a little bit more,” he coaxed, with a tight grip on her hand.
“We’re here,” he said at long last. “You can untie your blindfold.”

She got it off her faster than a little kid got the wrapping of a present at Christmas.

When she saw the sight that unfolded before her, she gasped. They were at the very place they had their first date, on the cliff known as ‘Peanut Butter Place’. The sun was setting, providing a great view.

When she tried to get closer to Draco, she nearly tripped over him, as he was kneeling on the ground.

She looked at him and laughed, “What are you doing on the ground. You’re Armani pants will get dirty.”

He didn’t say anything, just smiled. Then he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a velvet box. All the breath in Ginny’s lungs wooshed out of her body as the realization of what was happening washed over her.

He opened the box, only for nothing to be in there. Ginny looked at him, heartbroken. He wasn’t going to ask her to marry him. Too bad, since with the background, it really was a romantic place.

Just as she thought all hope was gone, a smile spread across his face, and he let out a laugh. Then he reached into his pocket and procured a ring.

“Ginevra Malfoy, will you stay with me?” He asked, putting the ring on her finger.

She nodded, not able to say anything. He stood up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It really was a romantic place, that Peanut Butter Cliff.

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I couldn't think of a "romantic" name for my cliff, so peanutbutterperfect, you are forever immortalized in my writing. lol.

I feel so special! Loved your fic. You're a great writer.

Well, Here goes...
Draco Malfoy watched avidly as his seven month pregnent wife waddled around the kitchen. SHe was in a snit, this he knew, but he had never been able to resist the temptation of a good taunt.
"Gin-luv," He called from the couch, "Can you make me a sandwich?"
She growled at him but obeyed none the less.
"And can you grab me some firewhiskey, I'm so thirsty."
She did as was told.
"You know, I really am very sleepy," He started once more, "I think i'll sleep on the couch tonight, can you get me the comforter and some pillows?"
She slammed his food and drink down on the table with a force that could probably have crushed his skull and sent him her best Malfoy trademark death-glare, something she learned from him.
"Sweetie" SHe replied still glaring. "My back hurts, I think you should get the comforter yourself."
"I would but I'm already comfortable. Why don't get them dear?" He pat his arm not turning to face her.
"Because your an insane prick," She mumbled going into there room.
Draco smirked to himself, assured that his wife was going to go get him a blanket. There was nothing more Ginny Malfoy hated than being bossed around by her husband. SHe had had enough of that in school, but she always did what he said, being the good wife that he'd wanted.
SLAM! Now that was odd, Draco jumped up and raced to thier bedroom only to find...
...nothing.
Ginny had gone and it looked as if she had taken all her stuff to. Oh shit!
~*~
Ginny had had enough, she did not want to deal with Draco till the god damned baby was out of her and she wasn't so moody.
"HERMIONE!" She yelled standing in the other woman's entrance Hall. "HERMIONE OLIVIA POTTER! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE AND HELP ME WITH MY BLOODY TRUNK BEFORE I EXPLODE!"
"Ginny! What the hell are you doing here?" a very dirty Harry asked.
"Looking for your wife. Harry, could i stay here for a couple of days?"
"Of course Gin." He took her trunk and carried down a well lit corridor to a small room. "Fight with ferret?"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call him that?" She snapped. "He doesn't know I'm gone, but I suspect he'll be popping along any minute." She grimaced thinking of how mad he must be.
"Alright Gin. I'm going to go tell Mione that here, if you need anything just call." Harry left shaking his head and mumbling something the whole.
Ginny sighed as she unpacked her trunk, really all she wanted was her slippers. There was a small 'pop' signaling her husband's arrival, but she didn't turn around to face him. He wrapped his arms around her protuding belly and placed a soft kiss on her neck. "Come home." He whispered.
She ignored him still rumaging in her trunk. He pulled away sharply and she could feel him glaring at her back. She finally found the ratty old bunny slippers and sat donw on the bed so she could slide them on. She was bending down and Draco was suddenly infront of her pulling off her sneakers and socks. He rubbed her feet for a few moments. "Stay with me Gin."
"Do I really have a reason to stay?"
"Well there's me....thats a start."
"I don't know Draco." His face fell visibly. he was still kneeling before her.
"Why? I mean why did you leave?"
"Because you don't respect me. And don't ever ask me what I want. Draco, we're married now, what i want still matters."
"I know." He replied. "Gin it's just- Are you supposed to be bleeding like that?"
She followed his gazed down to her trousers. (which she could barely see.) He was right, she had blood all over.
"Oh Gods! The baby! HARRY!" She called. before she could run to get him Draco was up and out of the room. He arrived only seconds later with a redfaced Hermione in tow.
"You're a mediwitch! GO! HELP HER!" he yelled frantically to hermione.
~*~
"Mister Malfoy?" A petit towheaded nurse came out from his wife's room at St. Mungo's.
"Yes?" He replied jumping up from his seat.
"Would you like to see your son?"
"Of course!" He shot past her into the private room. Ginny was sleeping looking peaceful and relaxed. He took the chair next to her bed and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
"Mr. Malfoy," Said the doctor who had delivered his son. "I believe that someone wants to meet you." He handed Draco a small bundle and picked up the clipboard at the foot of his wife's bed. "I'm afraid he'll have to stay here for a couple of days."
"That's alright." He peered down into the blankets and a warmth spread through him. He was proud to know that he made this little thing, that it was his son. He felt like he did when he saw Ginny walking towards him on thier wedding day. The baby- his baby looked up at him through silver eyes, and Draco had to laugh seeing the freckles, he and Gin had had countless arguments about wether or not the baby would have freckles and Ginny was right.
"WOnderful isn't he?" asked his sleepy wife.
"Yes. Do you want to hold him?" He looked into her eyes and saw a new emotion there something he never saw before.
"Yes." He passed her the bundle and watched her. SHe was a natural he had no doubt that she would be a great mother. "Draco?" she asked after a moment.
"What love?"
"I want to go home. With you i mean. I'm- I'm sorry for leaving. I've just been so stressed lately and some of the things you do-"
He silenced her with a kiss. Something stopped him however. He realized that his baby had a fistful of his shirt and laughed he really was adorable...

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