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Little Miss Sunshine · 09-01-2007, 12:41 AM

Chapter 15

The funeral was just plain sad. No one was there except for Draco, Tara, Isabella, and two grave diggers. It was cloudy out, as if the Heavens were upset about the baby’s death too, and soft rain fell down like sad tears, blowing with the breeze in the air.

Draco’s arm was wrapped tightly around Tara’s waist, and her head rested on Draco’s shoulder as she held Isabella, a look on Tara’s face like she was scared that this too would be the fate of Isabella. Draco’s face was expressionless, like he was sad, but didn’t wish to show it. And Tara’s face was sad, tears flowing out of her eyes and she held her baby closer. Draco nodded to the two men, and they lifted the casket of the little baby and gently lowered it into the ground. Seeing as how little the baby was, it’s grave was about the size of a cabinet. As soon as the casket was safely under the ground, Tara stepped forward, taking a deep breath, and held her arm out, softly letting a single red rose fall to the top of the casket. She stood there for a moment, looking down at it. But then Draco came from behind her, slid his arm around her waist, whispered saying it was time to go home, and then apparated the two back to their mansion.

Tara walked into Isabella’s room: a room filled with pink girly stuff. Everything in there was the most expensive and everything. Softly, Tara cradled her sleeping baby and walked over and put her in the baby bed. She leaned over, kissed the baby’s cheek, and left the room.

Walking back into her room, Tara pulled her hair down and let it flutter down her back. Seeing the sad look on Tara’s face, Draco walked up to her and wrapped his long arms around her waist.

“I’m so sorry,” Draco muttered, his head resting gently on top of Tara’s head.

“I know,” Tara whispered, and looked up at Draco.

Draco took his thumb and wiped away Tara’s tears. He leaned down and gently kissed Tara, which was a kiss she returned with heat. Draco began to kiss her more, his hand moving to the top of her blouse and unbuttoning it, making it flutter to the floor. He moved his lips down her neck and back up again, meeting her kiss-hungry lips. Draco picked Tara up and gently laid her down on the bed and she began to unbutton his shirt. But just when she was down to the last button, a baby began to cry. Both she and Draco moaned in disappointment.

“Don’t worry about the baby,” Draco muttered, kissing Tara’s lips.

“But I have to. I don’t want another child dead,” Tara whispered, one tear falling down her cheeks as she released herself from Draco’s grip and put her shirt back on.

Quickly and quietly, Tara left the room and went to the baby. Draco sat up and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. He rose from the bed and went into the baby’s room to see Tara sitting down, nursing the baby. It made Draco smile, because everything looked perfect.

“Sorry Bella that I took mummy away for a moment,” Draco said, smiling down at his daughter as he stood behind Tara.

He moved his hands and began to button up his shirt. But he really had a look on his face like he really wasn’t sorry for taking Tara away. Tara smirked when she looked up and saw the look on Draco’s face.

“You aren’t sorry,” Tara said as if reading Draco’s mind.

“Yeah I know,” Draco said. “But it would have been nice to have been able to finish what we started…”

“Well Bella is more important,” Tara announced as the baby finished nursing and began to fall asleep.

“Yeah. Right,” Draco muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Draco had to smile as he looked down at his daughter. “She looks so much like you, it’s insane.”

“Yeah well she has your eyes,” Tara whispered as the baby cuddled close to her mother, her beautiful gray eyes drooping with sleeplessness.

“She’ll have to play some part in the wedding…,” Draco thought aloud.

“Yeah. But what? It’s obvious she can’t be a flower girl…,” Tara said.

“I dunno. Maybe Granger -I mean Donaldson- could think of something…,” Draco muttered.

“Maybe…,” Tara mumbled.

Tired, Tara leaned her head back on the chair and let out a sigh. Draco leaned down and kissed her forehead, then moved to the tip of her nose, then finished off kissing her lips.

“I love you,” Draco breathed. “You’re the perfect mother.”

“And you’re the perfect father. I love you too,” Tara said, standing up. “C’mon, I’m tired. Let’s go get some rest. Today has been a hard day…”

Draco nodded, but stopped Tara from putting Isabella in her crib.

“Let’s have her sleep with us tonight,” Draco said.

Tara smiled and let Draco wrap his arm around her waist, leading her towards the bedroom. They walked in and both flicked their wands, changing into their pajamas. Draco pulled back the covers and Tara climbed in the bed, laying Isabella next to her. Draco laid down next to Isabella on his side, his head perched up on his left arm as he watched his daughter sleep. He gently ran a hand over her soft cheek, and then moved his hand to Tara’s cheek. Tara smiled.

“Looks like we’re the perfect little family we’ve always wanted to be…,” Tara whispered.

“I guess we are,” Draco said. “We really are…”

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Little Miss Sunshine Formerly: G00DGIRLG0N3BAD Brownie Protector Banshee Location: with R-Patz. Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 16,320 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fallon Danity Chanel Fifth Year	Chapter 15 Chapter 15 The funeral was just plain sad. No one was there except for Draco, Tara, Isabella, and two grave diggers. It was cloudy out, as if the Heavens were upset about the baby’s death too, and soft rain fell down like sad tears, blowing with the breeze in the air. Draco’s arm was wrapped tightly around Tara’s waist, and her head rested on Draco’s shoulder as she held Isabella, a look on Tara’s face like she was scared that this too would be the fate of Isabella. Draco’s face was expressionless, like he was sad, but didn’t wish to show it. And Tara’s face was sad, tears flowing out of her eyes and she held her baby closer. Draco nodded to the two men, and they lifted the casket of the little baby and gently lowered it into the ground. Seeing as how little the baby was, it’s grave was about the size of a cabinet. As soon as the casket was safely under the ground, Tara stepped forward, taking a deep breath, and held her arm out, softly letting a single red rose fall to the top of the casket. She stood there for a moment, looking down at it. But then Draco came from behind her, slid his arm around her waist, whispered saying it was time to go home, and then apparated the two back to their mansion. Tara walked into Isabella’s room: a room filled with pink girly stuff. Everything in there was the most expensive and everything. Softly, Tara cradled her sleeping baby and walked over and put her in the baby bed. She leaned over, kissed the baby’s cheek, and left the room. Walking back into her room, Tara pulled her hair down and let it flutter down her back. Seeing the sad look on Tara’s face, Draco walked up to her and wrapped his long arms around her waist. “I’m so sorry,” Draco muttered, his head resting gently on top of Tara’s head. “I know,” Tara whispered, and looked up at Draco. Draco took his thumb and wiped away Tara’s tears. He leaned down and gently kissed Tara, which was a kiss she returned with heat. Draco began to kiss her more, his hand moving to the top of her blouse and unbuttoning it, making it flutter to the floor. He moved his lips down her neck and back up again, meeting her kiss-hungry lips. Draco picked Tara up and gently laid her down on the bed and she began to unbutton his shirt. But just when she was down to the last button, a baby began to cry. Both she and Draco moaned in disappointment. “Don’t worry about the baby,” Draco muttered, kissing Tara’s lips. “But I have to. I don’t want another child dead,” Tara whispered, one tear falling down her cheeks as she released herself from Draco’s grip and put her shirt back on. Quickly and quietly, Tara left the room and went to the baby. Draco sat up and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. He rose from the bed and went into the baby’s room to see Tara sitting down, nursing the baby. It made Draco smile, because everything looked perfect. “Sorry Bella that I took mummy away for a moment,” Draco said, smiling down at his daughter as he stood behind Tara. He moved his hands and began to button up his shirt. But he really had a look on his face like he really wasn’t sorry for taking Tara away. Tara smirked when she looked up and saw the look on Draco’s face. “You aren’t sorry,” Tara said as if reading Draco’s mind. “Yeah I know,” Draco said. “But it would have been nice to have been able to finish what we started…” “Well Bella is more important,” Tara announced as the baby finished nursing and began to fall asleep. “Yeah. Right,” Draco muttered, running a hand through his hair. Draco had to smile as he looked down at his daughter. “She looks so much like you, it’s insane.” “Yeah well she has your eyes,” Tara whispered as the baby cuddled close to her mother, her beautiful gray eyes drooping with sleeplessness. “She’ll have to play some part in the wedding…,” Draco thought aloud. “Yeah. But what? It’s obvious she can’t be a flower girl…,” Tara said. “I dunno. Maybe Granger -I mean Donaldson- could think of something…,” Draco muttered. “Maybe…,” Tara mumbled. Tired, Tara leaned her head back on the chair and let out a sigh. Draco leaned down and kissed her forehead, then moved to the tip of her nose, then finished off kissing her lips. “I love you,” Draco breathed. “You’re the perfect mother.” “And you’re the perfect father. I love you too,” Tara said, standing up. “C’mon, I’m tired. Let’s go get some rest. Today has been a hard day…” Draco nodded, but stopped Tara from putting Isabella in her crib. “Let’s have her sleep with us tonight,” Draco said. Tara smiled and let Draco wrap his arm around her waist, leading her towards the bedroom. They walked in and both flicked their wands, changing into their pajamas. Draco pulled back the covers and Tara climbed in the bed, laying Isabella next to her. Draco laid down next to Isabella on his side, his head perched up on his left arm as he watched his daughter sleep. He gently ran a hand over her soft cheek, and then moved his hand to Tara’s cheek. Tara smiled. “Looks like we’re the perfect little family we’ve always wanted to be…,” Tara whispered. “I guess we are,” Draco said. “We really are…”