Harry and Ginny are no longer sitting in a tree.

By Swirly

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Also, I don't own the songs I have perverted for my own use.

Summary: Harry and Ginny have been married for several years, and Ginny has just given birth to their long awaited first child. At least it was long awaited by Harry. Ginny decides that she doesn't want children, and in fact she has never really been in love with Harry, she was just infatuated with the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry is left to raise his daughter alone, and that's just how he is. Alone. Can his daughter change that. And what's Draco got to do with this story.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Warning: Adult Language, Slash for now (later chapters will have warnings at the beginning of the chapter; this chapter has some adult language).


Chapter One: Lilypad, Lilypad

Harry and Ginny,

Sitting in a tree,

K-I-S-S-I-N-G,

First comes love,

Then comes marriage,

Then comes the baby in a baby carriage.

Ginny and the pool boy,

Sitting in a sauna,

F-U-C-K-I-N-G,

First comes lust,

Then comes divorce-y,

Then comes Harry and baby on a horsey.

Harry sang softly to his eleven-month-old daughter, as he tried to soothe her, but it was difficult with her teething. The only thing that seemed to work was having her chew on his finger after he cooled it with ice. He was her soul guardian in this world. And it wasn't even because her mother had died, no it was because the selfish bitch decided that she wasn't in love with him, hadn't ever been. She had proved it by letting him come home to his baby girl crying in distress in her playpen in the living room downstairs, while his wife cried in pleasure under the pool-boy, the POOL-BOY, in their bed. She had laughed at Harry when he came in and then apparated away with her boytoy, leaving behind a letter, explaining her reasons. Until that moment he had thought Ginny was happy in their marriage, but he had been wrong, dead wrong.

My dearest husband,

What you just witnessed, has been going on for the past three months. That's right since right after I your pain-in-the-ass daughter was born. I was so happy when the little bitch was finally out and I 'had to have' my uterus removed because of complications. I never wanted children in the first place, and I only got pregnant, because you would NOT stop asking when are we going to have children, blah blah balh. And then when I was pregnant, all you could talk about was how much you had always wanted your own family, and saying how you wanted me to have more. No way was I ruining my figure for any more damn Potter brats. Did you really think I wanted to be like my MOTHER? Hell, no. Before we got married you were fun after you killed You-Know-Who, we partied all the time, but as soon as we married, you became this staid stick in the mud. You got a job you didn't need just so you'd feel 'useful.' But that didn't matter to me. It just gave me more time away from you. Here's the kicker, are you braced for it, Honey, I've been cheating on you since our honeymoon.

You have got to be the most boringest lay I've ever had. You may have one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen, but you sure as hell, don't know how to use it. When we're having sex, you act like a lumbering octopus, with no clue as to what to do with your hands. And let me tell you, I have a lot, and all thanks to you. You have no clue how many men and woman love to get one over on the Boy-Who-Lived, especially your coworkers, and even your boss! That's right even nice Mr. Thomas, and his wife, too actually. You have got to be the most clueless individual in the whole damn world to notice your wife has been cheating on you for 10 damn years. Well, I guess I should relieve your mind, and tell you that the brat's yours. I wasn't taking any chances with that. Believe me. I've signed over all rights to the damn thing, and you have sole-custody. And don't even think about fighting the divorce. It's a done deal. You already signed the damn papers, it's official today. I'm out of your life for good now. Hell, you can keep that annoying family of mine, because I'm done with them, too. Of course you may not want them, once you find out most of them knew I was cheating on you. Well, I believe I've told you everything you needed. All the documents are on the desk, including the paternity test the court had had done.

Goodbye for ever, if I see you never, it's too soon,

Ginny

Harry had been devastated by Ginny's leaving, but soon got over it, and realized he had never really loved her and had just used her as a way to get a family. Harry decided from that moment that he wouldn't waste his time looking for anyone else to live his life with, not when everybody that he let in hurt him, and didn't really even want him, but the Boy-Who-Lived. He would, dedicate his life to raising his daughter.

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His mind came back to the present as he stared down at his teary-eyed little girl, and felt like crying himself. So he sang instead, just making up words as he rocked her, or rather mixing snippets of songs he had heard, but never learned.

"Hush, little baby, don't you cry,

You're my little bunny-fufu,

Hopping through my heart,

I'll love you forever,

So don't you cry,

Because I want to show you the world.

And, I'll be your hero, baby,

So don't you cry.

He sang the same verse over and over again. Then when he couldn't think of anything else he had ever heard, he started making things up.

I'll always be there,

Come to me,

Tell me all your troubles,

I'll always kiss your bu-bu's,

When you're hurt,

So don't you cry,

I'll change your diapers,

When they're wet.

I'll be your hero, baby.

So don't you cry.

Then he remembered an oldie that he quickly changed to suit him.

Oh, Lilypad, Lilypad

Oh lili lili lili
Lilypad, Lilypad...

I call my baby Lilypad
Tell you why
Your kiss is sweeter than an apple pie
And when you do your shaky walkin' dance
Baby, I haven't got a chance

I call you
Lilypad, Lilypad

Oh lili lili lili
Lilypad, Lilypad...

Sweeter than candy on a stick
Defecating, spitting or slime
If you had a choice
She'd be your pick
But Lilypad is mine

Lilypad, Lilypad

Oh lili lili lili
Lilypad, Lilypad...

Crazy way she thrills me
Tell you why
Just like a lightning bolt from the sky
She loves to cry till I can't see straight
GEE, MY LILYPAD IS GREAT

I call her
Lilypad, Lilypad

Oh lili lili lili
Lilypad, Lilypad...

It seemed as if hearing her name, or rather his nickname for her, so many times calmed her down, and she finally let him change her dirty diaper, and feed her. He had learned that as he fed her, he needed to burp her between suckles, because she tended to suck in a lot of air. After she was finished drinking her bottle he laid her flat on the bed and pressed her knees up to her chest, and she released the gas trapped. Suddenly she was all giggles again. He loved when she was like this, all happy. He worried when she cried, which wasn't often since Ginny had left. For the most part she was a happy cooing baby, thatwho had all her needs and demands seen to by her father, whom she had wrapped around her little finger already.

A/N: How do you like the first chapter? Next chapter should be up in a day or so. Happy Easter.