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Well, I know that last chapter was short so I made sure this one was long, really long. It's twice the size of my normal chapters so I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. You guys make me so happy. I hope this chapter gets just as good a response!

Without further ado…

Chapter 11

Ginny POV

I wasn't sure how he'd done it, how Draco Malfoy had so easily found his way into my heart, but he had. Looking back on the past five months, I wasn't sure how I could have done it without him. He had, without a doubt, become the most unlikely best friend I could have found. I didn't really do the finding though, he did. I don't think I'd had much of a choice in our friendship from the start, he was just there whether I liked it or not. And I was glad.

There were times I tried to push him away, to distance myself for fear of getting hurt. Harry had left me broken and scared, scars so deep I had doubted they would ever heal. In a way, I still didn't think they would. Harry had been gone for seven months now and in a matter of maybe a week or two, I'd be giving birth to our daughter, the baby he didn't know existed. I stilled cried sometimes, wishing he'd come back, especially as my due date neared.

I was scared to go this alone, to be a single parent. I knew I'd do whatever I could, find a way no matter what, but the road ahead was still scary. The thought of bring a baby into this world and being the only one to care for it, to raise it, was terrifying. What if I didn't do a good job? What if I couldn't raise her right? What if she grew up with scars of her own from not having a father? What would I tell her when she was old enough to ask about Harry? How could I explain to her that he'd left us? Harry should be here, helping me raise her, but he wasn't. I'd have to do it alone.

But, I had realized, I wouldn't be alone, not really. For one I had my mother, the doting grandma that would spoil her ever chance. Then there was Dad, the loving Grandpa she could go to for advice and for the best hugs in the world. And she'd have six uncles, all ready and willing to scare away any potential boyfriends in the future just as well or maybe even better than Harry could have. And, even though I never planned on having more kids, I knew she would have plenty of cousins at Hogwarts, all ready and willing to stick up for her should she need them.

No, my daughter and I would not be alone. Not only would we have my family but we would have Draco. There was no doubt he had become my best friend in the past five short months. I couldn't imagine life without him now; he was such a big part of it. If ever I needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, or a confidante to confide in he was there. He always would be, as he had so often assured me. I was trying to believe him, to push aside the fear of getting hurt that Harry had caused. I trusted Draco now and it was becoming easier to believe that he really meant it. How had I ever managed without him? He truly was my best friend.

Smiling, I closed my eyes, sitting in the rocking chair of the recently completed nursery. In just a week or two my little girl would be here, in my arms rather than inside me. I'd be able to hold and kiss her, to touch her, not just the bump she was hiding in. I was scared of the day she'd make her entrance into this world, yes, but I couldn't wait. Nine months was a long time to wait and I was ready to have my baby.

A knock on the front door drew me out of my thoughts, making me open my eyes. Pulling myself up with some difficulty, I made my way into the living room to answer the door. Draco wasn't due to come over for a many hours yet, he was still at work, so I wasn't sure who it could be. Not all that surprising though, when I opened the door I found my mother standing there with a basket in her hands.

"Hello dear," she said, pulling me into as best a hug as she could manage with a basket on in her hand and my belly in between us.

"Hey Mum," I said, hugging her back. "I wasn't expecting you today. What brings you over?" I stepped aside to let her in, shutting the door behind her.

She smiled at me and bustled in, making her way to the kitchen with the basket. "Oh, I just thought I'd bring over something for you to have for lunch. I know the last weeks of a pregnancy are very weary and any little bit helps," she said, quickly pulling things out of the basket and setting them on the table. "Besides, it's been a while since we had time together, just the two of us. I've just been so busy lately."

"Yes, what with Bill and Fleur taking that vacation," I agreed, knowing Mum and Dad and watched Vicky and Dominique for the past two weeks. "They came back yesterday, right?" As we talked I pulled out a couple plates and cups, setting them on the table too before pulling out a fresh pitcher of pumpkin juice.

She nodded and set the empty basket on the counter. "And none too soon," she told me with a laugh, both of us setting down. "I adore those two but I'm not as spry as I used to be and they wore your father and I both out."

I laughed as I eagerly delved into the dishes of food my wonderful mother has so thoughtfully brought over. "So dear, how've you been? Do you feel well? Are you eating enough?" she asked, putting another spoonful of potatoes on my plate as I picked up my fork.

Smiled, I nodded my head. "I've been feeling quite well actually," I told her, digging into my food. "Mind you, I feel like a whale with legs and I can hardly stand up on my own sometimes. And I feel like I have to pee thirty times a day too. But I comfort myself with the fact that will all be over soon."

"Yes, and you go from back aches and feeling fat and peeing all day to sleepless nights and a crying baby," she said with a laugh as she too began to eat.

"Thanks, Mum, you're so encouraging," I said sarcastically, laughing despite my words.

She laughed too, making me realize how much I'd missed being able to spend time with her. Truth be told, I'd spent more time with Draco over the past months than I had with my family. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty and I promised myself I'd make more time for them.

We fell into easy conversation after that, eating and talking. She told me all about the two weeks that Vicky and Dominique spent at the Burrow. At almost four years old, Vicky was a joy to have around and so full of energy. Dominique was beginning to try and walk, though just as mobile on her hands and knees, getting into everything. Mum told me how she'd had to put cushioning charms on the coffee table because Dominique kept falling into it as she tried to walk.

I smiled as I listen to the tales of the two little girls. They were growing up so fast, making me realize how precious the baby years were. My own little girl would be toddling along with them before I knew it. I smiled at the idea, finding it funny that all of the grandchildren born thus far had been girls. For no girls till me being born into the Weasley family, we sure were getting a lot now. My little one would make four.

Before long the subject of Draco somehow got brought up. "He's coming over this evening and we're going to go to dinner," I was saying as Mum and I lounged around the table, both done eating. "He usually makes it a point to come over at least once a week, most of the times more often though if work allows it. He always comes when I ask him though, no matter what."

"Do you really think it best to be so close to the Malfoy boy?" Mum asked hesitantly. None of my family easily accepted the idea I was friends with Draco, they all still held their distrust. At least none of them outright hated him like before the war ended but the animosity wasn't completely gone. They didn't trust him like I did. They didn't know him like I did.

I couldn't help but sigh, knowing their acceptance would come with time. He was my best friend after all; they'd have to accept him. "Mum, he's my friend," I said softly, pleading her to accept it. "He's changed a lot since the war, his whole family has. He's a good man, kind and hard working. He's one of the top Aurors in the department, despite his age. But he has his priorities straight, he makes time for his friends and family. I've even had dinner with this family a few times. They're good people." I desperately wanted her to believe me, to accept him.

"Oh, Ginny," Mum sighed, not sounding as reluctant as before since she saw how genuinely I cared for him. "It was unexpected, he and you. Do your feelings go deeper than friendship?" Her question was quiet, but she could have yelled it at me for the impact it had on me.

Did I have feelings more than just friendship for Draco? The simple fact she felt the need to ask the question shocked me. "Mum, I loved Harry with all my heart. I'm having his child." I paused, putting my hand on my baby bump. "That's not something I can just put aside. I think I'll always love him." I let out a soft laugh. "I loved him since I was ten, half my life. I still miss him, though it's not as painful as before. But the fact of my love for him still remains. I can't see Draco as more than my friend. He's just my friend, my best friend. To love him as more than that would be trying to fill a place in my heart that's already full."

Mum let out a soft sigh and reached across the table to take my hand in hers. "Dear, Harry's not coming back," she said gently, though the words still stung deeply. "Maybe you should try and put him out of your heart. He's gone." She let out a deep breath, squeezing my hand. "But Draco Malfoy isn't."

"Mum," I pleaded, tears filling my eyes as I scooted my chair back, wanting to get away from this conversation.

"No, Ginny, listen to me," she said, holding onto my hand. "Harry is gone. You're going to have to accept it. You can't love a memory of a man for the rest of your life. You owe that child of yours more than that. You owe yourself more than that."

I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. "No, Draco's just my friend, nothing more," I said firmly. "I can't let go of Harry, I've loved him for so long. I'll be fine."

"No you won't," she said with a shake of her head. "Be it with the Malfoy boy or with another man later down the road, you need to open you heart again. We're not meant to be alone."

"I won't be," I argued, not wanting to see her reasoning. "I'll have my daughter."

"Yes, you will," she agreed softly. "And you'll have all your family. But it's not the same and you know what I'm talking about. I know you loved Harry and trust me, we all did too. He's a part of you now, a part that will never go away. He'll live in your memory and in your daughter. But he can't live in your heart forever."

"Why not?" I asked, sounding childish in my argument. "It's worked out so far. He belongs in my heart."

"No he doesn't, not anymore. He gave up that right when he left to go to America," she said calmly, though her anger towards the man in question bubbled below the surface. I don't think she ever fully forgave him for leaving me like he did. "You have to let him go."

"I don't think I can," I whispered as I cried, knowing she was right but not able to get over my love for the man who broke my heart.

She stood, pulling me into a warm embrace. "I know it's hard, dear," she said soothingly, letting me cry against her. "But promise me you'll try?"

I nodded, knowing no other way to respond because I knew she was right. I needed to let go of Harry, it was a fact I wasn't willing to face these past seven months. It's easier to live with everyone at arm's length, not letting them close enough to hurt me. Loving Harry made that easier to do. I didn't want anyone to replace him, feared deep down that one day it might happen. How could I ever love another more than I loved Harry Potter though?

Not long late she left for home, going back to the Burrow. As soon as she left, the tears that had finally stopped threatened to fall again. I hadn't expected her impromptu visit to be so emotional. Mum was right though, as much as I hated to admit it. I should let go of Harry, stop loving him. But I honestly wasn't sure if I could. Harry's gone. But Draco Malfoy isn't. Her words haunted me. Could I ever learn to love him like that?

I knew without a doubt I could, if I ever stopped loving Harry. Draco was my best friend and it was with him I was happiest. When I was with him, I could almost forget about Harry and the hurt he cause, be happy. I could really express myself with him, cry if I needed to. He didn't hold anything back from me, even things like the Lestrange case and how my life had been threatened because of his work on it.

When he'd told me that I feared he'd leave, just like Harry. He hadn't though and I didn't think he would. It had been almost an entire month since it had happened and he was still here, still coming over for our dinner date as dependable as he had been for months. I was glad he was there for me through everything. I needed a friend like him right now. I wasn't ready for anything else though, no matter what other people though. I just couldn't.

Feeling exhausted already from the strain of my pregnancy and the emotional roller-coaster that Mum's visit had turned into, I decided a nap before Draco showed up sounded like a good idea. As I curled up under the covers, I felt the same sense of loss as I had every time I'd fallen asleep since Harry left. I'd been so used to sleeping beside him that it never felt right afterwards, sleeping alone. But I pushed those thoughts aside and it wasn't long before sleep thankfully overcame me.

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"Ginny," I heard a voice say softly, pulling me from the depths of sleep. "Wake up."

I groaned and rolled over, putting my face in my pillow. "Go away, Draco," I said, knowing his voice anywhere. "I'm sleeping."

I heard his deep chuckle and the corners of my mouth instinctively pulled up into a smile at the sound. "Not anymore, you're not," he said, tugging the covers down off my shoulders, making me shiver. "Come on, get up."

I sighed and rolled back over to face him, not caring that at the moment my hair was a mess and I was in nothing but pajama pants and an old t-shirt. "Why?" I asked pathetically, gazing up at his laughing gray eyes.

"Because we're going to dinner, remember?" he said, grinning down at me. "You've got to feed more than just yourself, you know. Do you want to make your poor little baby skip dinner because you'd rather sleep than eat?"

Knowing he'd not leave me be, I sat up and pushed the blankets off. "Playing the baby card," I muttered, not really mad but pretending to me. "You're so mean to me."

"Oh yes, the perfect git," he agreed with a laugh. "How dare I make you eat?"

"No, how dare you wake me up," I giggled, poking him in the chest before walking over to my dresser. I'd not really gotten dressed all day, having still been in my pajamas when Mum showed up seeing as I'd not expected company. "Don't you know pregnant women need more sleep?"

"Yes, and how long had you been asleep?" he asked, a grin on his face.

"Depends," I said, pulling some clothes from the drawers. "What times is it?"

He rolled his eyes but answered me. "Six twenty-three," he said, looking at his watch.

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "Maybe it's a good thing you woke me up or I might have slept till tomorrow morning," I said, disbelieving I'd slept that long. "I was asleep for nearly five hours."

"What would you do without me?" he teased, heading towards the door of the bedroom. "Get dressed, okay? Oh, and be thinking about where you want to go."

"'Kay," I said, waiting till he shut the door before stripping my clothes off. Deciding on a spur of the moment that I need a shower, I headed into the bathroom. Draco could wait a few more minutes. After a quick shower, or as quick as I could go when the hot water enticed me to stay, I was finally dressed and ready, all but my bare feet. My shoes were by the front door.

Walking out into the living room, I saw Draco sprawled on the sofa, the evening copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands. It must have arrived when I was in the shower. I smiled at the sight of him, so comfortable on my sofa. He hadn't even seemed to notice me yet. I couldn't help but stand there silently, unable or unwilling to tear my eyes away. His light blond hair was nearly falling in his eyes, those intense gray eyes so focused on the paper. His head was resting on one arm of the sofa while his feet, clad only in black socks, were propped up on the other.

"Are you going to stare at me all evening or have you decided on where you'd like to eat yet?" he asked, peaking at me from over the paper, an eyebrow raised and laugher in his eyes.

I blushed and looked away, realizing I was caught staring. "Actually," I said, moving into the room. "I've decided I don't want to go out tonight."

He sat up, folding the paper and setting it aside. "Why?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"

I laughed at his reaction. "Oh, nothing," I said, rolling my eyes at him. "I just decided that I'd like to cook for you for once. I'm a fair cook, you know. I get it from Mum."

He seemed surprised but didn't argue the point. "Alright," he agreed, standing from the sofa. "Want any help?"

It was my turn to be surprised now. As much as he'd seemed to change in the time I'd known him, showing me an entirely new side to him, he'd never really lost that air of being pampered and waited on. For him to offer to help cook was more than a surprise. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to get him dirty though.

"Sure," I said after getting over my initial shock, leading the way into the small kitchen. "I think I'm going to make ham."

"Just tell me what to do," he said, sounding eager to help.

I smiled, happy for the unexpected turn of events. I was defiantly glad I decided to cook tonight. "Okay," I said, taking a second to gaze around the kitchen and think about what he could do to help. "Why don't you get out the dishes we'll need. We need a deep pan, a bit pot, and a smaller pot. They should all be in the cabinet over there." I pointed him in the right direction and he headed over there without question.

"What else are we going to make?" he asked, crouching down in front of one of the cabinets and searching for the pots.

"I was thinking mashed potatoes and gravy," I said, searching through the cabinets for what I'd need for the ham. Pulling out the crushed and sliced pineapple, the brown sugar, and the honey, I set them on the counter next to the pan Draco had pulled out. After that, I grabbed the potatoes and put several in the sink to rinse.

"Well, that sounds good," he said with a smile, leaning on the counter next to me. "What can I do?"

I grinned back, having fun already. "You can help me peel potatoes," I said, grabbing a couple small knives out of the knife block.

"No magic?" he asked, taking one of the knives hesitantly.

I laughed and shook my head, putting a few paper towels in the sink to catch the potato peels. "Definably not," I said firmly, picking up a potato. "This way is much more fun. The peels go in the sink, peeled potatoes in the big pot, after you rinse them back off. "

As I deftly began to peel the potato in my hand Draco gently picked up a big one, looking at it as if wondering where to begin. He was just beginning to peel the big potato when I grabbed my second one. His intense concentration was quiet hilarious and, by the time he finally finished the first potato, I couldn't help but laugh. The potato he so proudly presented to me was butchered beyond belief.

"Good," I giggled as he rinsed it and put it in the pot along with the several I'd already peeled. "Now keep going."

In the end, he only peeled two by the time I'd finished the others. Deciding I'd let him keep going with the potatoes, I instructed him as to how to cut the potatoes into the right sized pieces, showing him on one of the rinsed potatoes. As he diced them, I turned to the ham, pulling it out and setting it into the pan that I'd put a nonstick charm on.

"Why do you have honey and brown sugar?" Draco asked, looking at me from where he stood a few paces away cutting the potatoes.

"I put it in the ham to flavor it," I said as I cut the top of the ham in a crisscross pattern, one inch deep. "It's a bit messy but it's fun too. It soaks into the ham and leaves it so amazingly delicious. That, along with the pineapple is what makes the ham so good. It's the way Mum always does it."

"What do you mean you put them in the ham?" he asked, walking over after having finished the potatoes.

Before delving into making the ham and getting dirty, I filled the now full potato pot with water and set it on the stove, ready to set to boil once I put the ham in the oven. Walking back over to where Draco waited beside the ham, I grabbed the brown sugar. "It's quiet simple actually, I shove it down into the cuts I've made," I said, grabbing a handful of the sweet sugar and proceeding to stuff it into the cracks. "Grab a handful and help, the more the better."

He seemed hesitant to actually do so, not wanting to get dirty obviously. Peeling and cutting potatoes was one thing but with that he didn't run the risk of actually getting dirty. Deciding we could have none of this hesitancy, with a huge grin on my face, I threw what was left of my handful of brown sugar at him.

He stood there in shock, as if unable to believe I'd actually just done that as it clung to his perfectly tailored shirt, some falling to the floor with a plop. "You just threw brown sugar at me," he said slowly, surprised.

I just shrugged, grabbing another handful of brown sugar and proceeding to keep stuffing it into the ham. "Just be glad we don't start with the honey," I said with a giggle.

I began to worry as a mischievous grin came over his face and he reached for the brown sugar. I eyed his handful hesitantly, wondering if he was planning on throwing it at me to get me back. Much to my surprise though, he simply began to follow my lead and fill the cuts in the ham with it. When we were done, he picked up the honey.

"I'll pour it," he offered as I put the brown sugar away.

"Okay," I said, going back over to the ham. "Just make sure to try and get it in the cuts. I'll work it in though."

All went well to begin with as he poured the honey over the ham and I worked it into the cuts, my hands getting all sticky. The next thing I knew though, he was drizzling the honey up my arms and onto my shirt. "Draco," I cried with a laugh. "I should have seen this coming, huh?"

"I'm glad you didn't," he said with a laugh of his own, innocently going back to putting the honey on the ham. "It's more fun this way."

I just shook my head but finished with the honey, covered in the sticky stuff. Next we stuffed the crushed pineapple into the cuts too, packing it on top too. Finally, covering it with the pineapple slices, it was ready to go in the oven. "I'm all sticky," I said with a shake of my head as I tried to wash the honey off my hands and arms.

"As am I," he said, coming along side me to rinse hands off too, brown sugar and pineapple juices on them.

After I was sure my wand wouldn't stick to my fingers, I picked it up and put a charm over the top of the ham to keep it from burning the pineapple and keep the moisture in as it baked. Finally, I slid it into the oven and turned the fire on under the potatoes, setting them to boil. Charming a spoon to stir them, we headed into the living room to let to food cook. When the potatoes were done boiling I'd start the gravy, but until then I needed to change out of my honey covered shirt.

"Now I need to change," I said, eyeing the honey on my shirt with a shake of my head, still finding it hard to believe Draco had actually done that to me.

Draco laughed, he too looking at the honey streak down my front. "Yes, you do," he agreed with a laugh. "As do I." He gestured to the small spot where the brown sugar had hit him, a few stray particles clinging to him.

"Oh, hush you," I said, rolling my eyes and walking over to him. "There's hardly anything there!" With a sigh I reached out and brushed the little bit off his chest. Only after my hand was running down his broad chest did I really realize what I was doing. I pulled my hand away, turning away to cover my blush. I'd never really touched him all that much, aside from the times where he'd comfort me when I cried. He'd usually kept his distance physically and I'd followed his lead.

"I'm going to change," I muttered as I walked towards my room, trying to ignore the man behind me. All the while I couldn't forget the feeling of his strong, broad chest under my hand. I didn't have to see him without a shirt to know how toned he would be. I could feel with my fingers. Shaking my head I tried to dispel the uncomfortable thoughts from my mind as I slipped a clean shirt on. By the time I returned to the living room, I'd put the thoughts from my mind.

"Do you want some tea?" I asked as I padded through the living room where Draco was once again sprawled on the sofa, paper in hand.

"Sure," he said, glancing at me briefly from the paper as I headed into the living room. After a few moments, I had the water in the teapot boiling. After checking on the potatoes and ham, I poured the tea and carried the two cups back into the living room.

"Move your legs," I ordered as I sat the tea on the coffee table, Draco still reading the paper.

He sat the paper aside with a laugh. "Pushy, pushy," he chuckled, sitting up as I settled myself down beside him.

"Yes, yes I am," I agreed, a grin on my face. "I can be if I want because I'm pregnant."

"Is that your excuse for everything?" he joked, picking up his tea. "That little one will be here before you know it and you'll no longer get to use that anymore."

I laughed and shook my head, rolling my eyes at him as I too picked up my tea. "It's nice while it lasts," I said, making myself comfortable as I could.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Draco asked after taking a sip of his tea.

I shook my head. I'd not been able to decide on any name yet. Harry and I had once talked about children's names a couple years ago. He'd wanted, if and when we were married and having kids, for the first girl to be named Lily, after his mother. I'd agreed with him that it was a good name. Well, this was our first daughter that was currently growing inside of me but I wasn't sure any more about what I'd name her. Harry had left and Mum was right, he wasn't coming back. He wasn't a part of this baby's life so why should I name her what he would have wanted?

Part of me felt guilty for thinking that, for considering about not using then name he wanted that would honor his mother who'd died to save him. I wondered if I should, because without his mother sacrificing herself then this baby wouldn't exist. Then came the question of the baby's last name. Should she have my last name or her father's? Should this little girl be Lily Potter? Or should she be a Weasley with no name ties to Harry Potter?

"Any ideas yet?" Draco asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I just shrugged. "Harry wanted our first daughter named Lily, after his mother," I said absentmindedly, swirling my tea in my cup.

"But is that what you want?" he questioned quietly, setting his tea aside. "Name her what you want, not what he would. He's not part of her life."

I let out a sigh, knowing he was right but still unsure. "I don't know. I've been thinking of some others but I'm not sure. None sound right," I said, setting my tea aside too.

"Well, what have you thought of?" he asked, looking over at me questioningly.

"Nothing really," I said with a shrug. "Marie, Elizabeth, Janie, Hadley." I shook my head. "None feel right."

"How about something like Celina, Maya, Kira, Stella, or Wynstelle?" he suggested, giving me a grin.

I rolled my eyes. Did he seriously just suggest I name my daughter Wynstelle? I couldn't help but laugh. "Those are all star names," I said with a sigh. "What is it with Malfoy's and naming their kids after stars or constellations?"

He just shrugged, a smile on his face. "What's wrong with star and constellation names?" he teased, nudging me in the side.

"On nothing," I said lightly, rolling my eyes. "It's just an odd tradition."

"Yes, but still a tradition," he said, stretching his legs out and propping them up on the coffee table. "Everyone should have a tradition."

"Yes, but preferable not a tradition that could scar some poor kid for the rest of their life," I giggled, rolling my eyes.

"I'm not scared," he argued, shooting me a playful scowl from over his tea.

"Yes, but my daughter would be if I named her Wynstelle," I pointed out, rolling my eyes at him as I stood. "I'm going to go check the food." Heading into the kitchen, I pulled out the ham to let it cool a bit before cutting it and finished up the potatoes and gravy. Before long I had the dinner Draco and I had prepared together laid out on the table.

Dinner was a quiet but happy affair. We talked and ate and joked. It was nice just to spend time with him. He again tried to get me to consider the names he suggested, hinting jokingly at how Wynstelle would be a wonderful name. I hit him for it, smiling innocently all the while. After we ate we headed back into the living room. As we relaxed, I pushed all lingering thoughts of my doubts and worries, the conversation with Mum, and my strange feelings from earlier out of my mind.

By the time Draco finally headed home, I couldn't stop smiling; I was in such a good mood. As I crawled into bed that night, I was glad for the way my life was right now. Sure, Harry was gone and I faced the prospect of being a single mother in less than two weeks. But I had my family, my friends. I had Draco. I'd be okay. I doubted anything could ever mar my happiness, or so I thought.

Dun dun dun! First cliffhanger of the story! I know it's not much of one but it'll leave you to ponder what will happen in the next chapter. It's gonna be good! Any guesses on what's gonna happen?

Oh, and how do you like that little turn of events on the name situation? Could she be a Malfoy, a Weasley, or even a Potter? What do you think?

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