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A/N: So this chapter starts off a little different, it was my plot bunny so just go with it. It puts an interesting thought in your head of a "what it" I hope you like it. Please review!!
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P.S. Remember that I am going to Quebec in a week and a half and not to look for an update until sometime in March!
"Perfect," Nadie said, twisting the lid back on the mascara. She looked into the vanity mirror once more. Her grey eye shadow and foundation contrasted perfectly with her grey eyes. Her blonde hair was in perfect messy pigtails, and her eyeliner was perfect. Her dangle earrings were perfect. Even her pale pink lip-gloss sparkled against her pale skin. She admired her outfit choice two. A short denim skirt and a three quarter sleeve lilac blouse, unbuttoned half way with a black camisole underneath.
A small pop was audible and the reflection of a man appeared before her."Who are you?" The man asked looking at her. His baggy jeans and dress shirt with a tank-top made him look younger than his expression said he was. Nadie swallowed and turned around on the cushioned stool.
"Bloody hell," She whispered, looking wide eyed at the sleek man in front of her.
"Bloody Hell? I've never heard of that one. Bloody Barron yes, he was the ghost of the Slytherin house at Hogwarts, but no Hell. I do believe that's new one." A smirk crossed the young mans features.
"I'm, oh wow, I'm Nadie, it means Hope." Her voice squeaked.
"Well Nadie, can I ask what you're doing in my bed chambers?" The wizard gestured to the large room around him. "This manor is still owned by the Malfoy's is it not?"
Nadie nodded, "Has been for ages, and I don't think Grandmother is willing to give it up any time soon either." Nadie's eyes widened further, as she slapped her hand to her mouth.
"Nadie, who are you talking to? I thought I told you not to speak to those foolish house elves." Narcissa Malfoy said stepping into the bedroom. "Draco?" The older woman's hand flew to her mouth.
"Mother," Draco said walking in large strides across the room. "How are you?"
Tears welled up in Narcissa's eyes as Draco hugged her. She hugged him back tightly. "My little boy, you're home."
Draco nodded, "Yes Mother, the war is won, it took nearly 18 years, but the battle is done. All the death eaters are gone, however, with that the lives of many fine witches and wizards."
Nadie snorted and blushed as Draco turned to look at her. "I- I, um I know what you mean." She stammered. "My entire family was lost in the war, grandparents, uncles, aunts, friends. My Godmother too died. Everyone was killed. The war made me an orphan." She looked down at her hands in memory of her life, and mother, but soon continued. "That was a long time ago though. It's been eight years now." She nodded.
"Mother, who is this?" Draco asked turning away from the blonde that still sat at her vanity before him.
"This is Nadie, Draco. She's lived here since she was eight. As she said, her entire family was wiped out with the exception of two people-,"
"-The two of you." Nadie said softly. Draco turned once more to look at the girl.
"Excuse me?"
Nadie stood and walked toward the two living family members she had left, and stopped when there was a little more than a foot's distance between her and the male. She held out her hand and took a deep breath. "I am Nadie Narcissa Ginevra Weasley Malfoy. I attend Hogwarts nine months a year, and live here with my Grandmother on the off time. I have lived here since I was eight and like I said it's been eight years, I am now sixteen, but will be seventeen on February twenty-seventh. I am a sixth year in Slytherin at Hogwarts, just like my father. Everyone says I am the spiting image of him. You are my father. I am your daughter Draco Malfoy. Ginevra Weasley was my mother."
Draco stared dumbly at his newly found child. This wasn't what he expected to find when he came home from war. He gulped then spoke to her. "So I am the father of a child, a sixteen-year-old at that, and Ginny, your mother didn't feel the need to tell me this? I didn't have the right to know, is that what this is?"
"Draco dear, Ginevra and I spoke about this. It seems she didn't get pregnant until the night you left, quite a good-bye if you ask me. She never saw you again." Narcissa placed her hand on her son's arm.
"No Mother, but I have written, and received letters from her. I have also been in correspondence with you. Why wasn't I told? Why didn't you feel the need to tell me, especially after Gin . . . " He looked between the only two girls left in his life.
"Look if you don't want me it's fine. It doesn't matter anyway. Christmas break is over. I have to get back to school, the train leave's Platform 9 3/4 at 2:00." Nadie said as she brushed past the man she had waited a lifetime to meet.
However before she got to far Draco grabbed her arm his seeker skills having been perfected in eighteen years of playing pick up games while waiting for sightings of the death eaters. "Nadie." Still angered, she shot a glance to his face and saw tears on his cheeks. "I know we've only just met, but besides Mother, you are all I have in life now that Gin is . . . "
"Well, it's noon, how about lunch? We can go out and get acquainted before Nadie must catch the train." Narcissa was relieved that her son wanted to be part of his daughters life.
"Yes Mother. I believe lunch is in order. Not to be rude, but could we go to François'? I am craving French food, I haven't had it since we were in France while we stayed at Beaux batons for that stretch of time."
"Of course, I do believe that is Nadie's favorite place to dine anyway." With that Narcissa left the room.
"So," Nadie said, rubbing the trail of eyeliner and mascara off her cheeks. "We have a lot to learn about each other." Draco nodded, before hugging her. When he let go she looked up at him. "I've waited so long to meet you, Draco. You're my father, and after Mum died, I, well I had to meet you. I'm so glad you finally came home."
Draco smiled. "I'm glad too. I came home, and found out even though I thought everyone I had loved was lost, I had a very special person still in my life. I want to get to know you. I do. I want to find out that you are just like your mother and nothing like me at that age." It was Nadie's turn to smile. She shrugged. "So, in the past five minutes of knowing you existed I found out this much, we both love a good French meal." Draco smirked as an identical expression appeared on Nadie's face. "There's that too, the smirk."
Nadie blushed. "Well I know that we are both Slytherin, play as Seekers, we look like twins and both of us loved Ginevra Weasley very, very much." Draco's expression at the girl's mention of his late lover surprised the young witch.
"Your mother was a very good person. I loved her so much. She is the one that made me fight for the good in this battle." He paused to look at his daughter a moment. "I wish I'd known about you, so I could have been there for you, and for your mother." He looked into her gray-blue eyes, but only saw the mirror of his own.
"Well you're here for me now Draco and that's good enough for me . . . " Nadie sighed. "Come on this getting acquainted is making me hungry."
Draco laughed, "You definitely have your Uncle Ron's appetite. Oh and one other thing," he took a breath. "This is weird, but I don't feel it right, or respectful for you to be calling me Draco. I mean I know I don't deserve your respect right now, but it might make things easier if you call me . . . "Dad."
"Dad," Nadie said slowly. She nodded, then taking Draco's arm the two walked do to the foyer where Narcissa was waiting.
oOoOoOo
Once seated, Draco turned to Nadie. "Okay, my question from earlier has gone unanswered. What were you doing in my bed chambers?" He asked taking a sip of the provided water.
Nadie smiled, "Sorry . . . Dad," She laughed a moment, then continued. "Grandmother thought I might like to have the room you grew up in, so now it's my room. I don't think you would want posters from Teen Magic on your walls any way. In my mind guys who have posters of other guys, Quidditch player guys, on their wall isn't right."
Draco nodded, "Well I guess I will be needing a new room then. How's Hogwarts?"
Nadie too sipped her water. "Good, the Malfoy name does a lot for a girl, but Brook gets a lot of the spot light too. The attention makes its way around." Upon Draco's look she realized her father wasn't up on who was who. "Brook Zabini? My best friend, and cousin."
Draco smirked when he heard Zabini. "Who are her parents?"
"Blaise and Hermione Zabini? You and Uncle Blaise left about the same time." She winked as her lunch was placed in front of her. "Aunt Hermione is my Godmother. She and Mum were really close."
"Nadie, um, your uncle and I were . . . are best friends you know."
Nadie's arm froze with her fork half way to her mouth. "You are? I mean I know you were, but he's still alive, you are still close?"
"We were in Slytherin together all our years at Hogwarts, and were partnered in the war. We fought together, and bunked together, different beds." He said, knowing at sixteen what a teenager's mind thought of when people became close. "I don't remember him ever mentioning a daughter though. He and Hermione we're still engaged when I left, but he said they married soon before he did." Nadie looked at him in horror.
"Oh, I, Um." She sighed. "Like I said you and Uncle Blaise left around the same time . . . Aunt 'Mione was going to tell him, but she was killed too. Brook lives with Hermione's parents, the Granger's in muggle London. She's also a sixth year, though she's a Gryffindor."
"Well then, Blaise's in for a surprise too then huh?" Draco asked with an evil grin on his face.
Nadie gasped, nearly choking on the piece of baguette she was munching on. "Dad!" Oh, what did she think of that? She just called him 'Dad'. That sounded weird, maybe she just wasn't used to saying it.
"Ok, ok tell me more about you, I have sixteen years to catch up on remember?" He was laughing, at his daughters surprise, but decided to change the subject.
Nadie shrugged. "There isn't much to know. I don't remember much before the age of three. But all my life this war has been raging. Ron was gone before I was born, don't know if he's dead or alive and Uncle Charlie died when I was five. Percy was murdered, Bill became a full-fledged werewolf, Fred and George were gone with Uncle Ron."
"I know. I fought beside them." Draco cut in, he shook his head as to not relieve the memories, the horrid scene of the twins' death. "Wait, they knew about you, yet they didn't tell me either?"
Nadie shook her head. "No, Mum was too afraid to tell them, just like with you. They had no idea you were my father or even about me. Harry did though I guess. Any way I was left to Grandmother and I have lived with her ever since. Not to be offensive of her Sewing, Etiquette, or Tea-Party lessons, but sometimes I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts." She giggled as her grandmother shot her a look.
"Again, you sound like me . . . " Draco couldn't believe that this bright, spunky girl was his.
"All right, all right here are the basic need-to-knows about Nadie Malfoy. Color preference: Green. Animal: Horse, Lucky number: 27, Oh right Birthday: February twenty-seventh ALMOST seventeen years ago."
"So in less than two months you will be seventeen years old, meaning of age?" He asked, Nadie nodded. "You know the thing about finding out you have a daughter, it's a great thing, don't get me wrong, but, finding out you have a TEENAGE daughter, who is a mixture of you, and a fiery red head is kinda scary. I said I wish you were like your mother, but I take that back, at your age she was brutal. As was I, but I hope you're not like me either."
Nadie giggled. "I've heard such tales. Apparently Aunt 'Mione was too?" Draco merely nodded, remembering the abuse he'd been put through.
"You two better hurry up or Nadie's going to be late." Narcissa said, making her first statement since they'd left the manor.
"Mother we've only just gotten our crepes, et s' il vous plaît, je veux manger mes crepes." Draco looked at his mother, brows raised. "So-,"
"You speak French?" Nadie asked looking at the grown, and male version of herself. Draco nodded, but sensed she wished to continue she said nothing. "Grandmother taught me Italian and Spanish. I know Latin also, but now we are working on French. Maybe I could start taking my lessons with you from now on?"
"Mais, oui, ma belle fille. Nous allons parler français, d'accord?" Draco looked at his daughter, wondering if she understood.
"Excusez- moi, mon pere. Mais je préfère la language Italian. J'aime l'Espongol, mais j'aime un peu le français. Je vais parler l'anglais d'accord? Merci." Nadie giggled. "Let's save the French for another time, the class room perhaps, I don't even know if I used the correct words and if I did I bet I did something wrong."
Draco shook his head, "Don't worry, we'll work on it." Nadie nodded and gasped when she looked at her watch.
"We gotta go." She said, standing up. "It's quarter of, the train it going to leave in fifteen minutes!"
"Calm down Nadie. Malfoy's do not get left behind, nor do they panic in public. There is no need to rush. Now where is that boy with the check?" Narcissa asked.
oOoOoOo
Ten minutes later the trio was at King's Cross Station, having apparated in from the restaurant. Nadie shook her head. "I feel like I went through a pasta machine, I hate that feeling. All my body was squeezed." She grabbed a trolley and Draco removed her trunk from his pocket, making it regular size again. He hoisted it onto the cart and the three began walking. "Ok 9 3/4. Here I come. Brook!" The sixteen-year-old ran off yelling. The two girls hugged and were jumping up and down by the time Draco and Narcissa had reached them. Draco cleared his throat, which stopped Nadie's dancing.
"Oh, right. Brook, I want you to meet my father, Draco Malfoy." Brook's mouth fell open. She looked between Draco and Nadie.
"WHY DIDN'T you write?!" She asked hugging her friend.
"I only just found out this morning!" Nadie said.
"MALFOY!" A voice rang out through the station. All three Malfoy's turned to see Blaise running toward them. "Hey what are you doing here?" Brook had gone extremely pale and Nadie was grinning.
"Blaise, um just dropping my daughter off on the express." Draco said looking at Nadie, a smile on his face.
"Daughter?" Blaise asked in disbelieve as he looked between the two identical family members.
"Yes, this is my daughter. Nadie Narcissa Ginevra Weasley Malfoy." Blaise turned pale.
"Mate, she's Ginny's?"
"Hullo Uncle Blaise." Nadie said with her father's smirk. Blaise suddenly embraced the girl.
"Malfoy, I'm going to kill you!" He muttered. "And who's that? Not another niece right?" He asked looking at Brook. She had loosely curled auburn hair, and purple-blue eyes. Her freckles we sprinkled nicely over her small nose.
"Um... not exactly. She's Hermione's daughter, so she's. . . my niece I guess." Blaise paled again.
"Excuse me? Wouldn't that make her my daughter?"
Brook took a deep breath. "I know this has to be a huge surprise, but yeah." she said quickly.
"Hermione's your mum?" Blaise asked, taking in the outer appearance of the girl. In tight jeans and a Hollister sweatshirt, you could tell she was raised a muggle.
Brook nodded. "Yeah." Tears welled up in her eyes.
Blaise nodded. "I see. Can I hug you?"
Nodding Brook stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her father. "I can't believe you finally came home!" she cried into his chest. "I've waited all my life."
"Come on, let's give them a minute." Draco said, drawing Nadie away. "So," he said once they were far enough away to have a privet conversation. Narcissa was talking to another mother, so Draco decided now was a good time. "I was thinking, that maybe you could come out and see me over the February vacation for your birthday."
Nadie smiled. "I'd like that."
oOoOoOo
Draco suddenly sat up. Breathing heavy, he looked over at the other bed, where Harry lay on his side facing the wall. The room was dark except for the slash of light coming through the blinds from the street light. Throwing off the covers he got shakily out of bed, his body covered in a cold sweat, and headed down the hall where the door the Ginny and Janelle's room sat ajar. Peeking in, he looked from the bed where Janelle slept curled into a little ball somewhere under the covers, and Ginny lay all cuddled up with the teddy bear he'd bought her the previous night as a Christmas Eve present. Walking silently across the room, he sat on Ginny's bed and pushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. He couldn't get over that dream. What disturbed him was that Ginny was dead, and the one thing that she left behind was a replica of himself, and looked nothing like the princess her mother was. Was? What was he thinking? He'd never leave her, she wasn't going to die.
"Draco?" Ginny asked, rolling over and pushing her hair out of her face with one hand. "What's the matter?" She looked around the dark room, and saw Draco's figure lean over and kiss her on the forehead. Then shake his head before answering.
"Just a bad dream." He responded standing up. "I'm going to go back to bed. I'll see you in a little bit to open presents!" he whispered, and kissing her on the forehead again, he left the room.
Ginny was left to lay there, somewhere between awake and asleep. A bad dream? What had happened that he'd had to come see her, was it that he was scared? Had something happened to her? He'd seemed really unsettled by the whole thing.
"Ginny? Was Draco just in here?" Janelle's voice came from her side of the room.
Ginny smiled. "He had a bad dream." she responded. Looking out the window at the sky. "Oh my God, it's snowing!" She said jumping up and running to the window. Giggling she turned back to Janelle. "Even if we are stuck here for Christmas, we all have each other and we have the snow!"
Janelle joined her at the icy pane of glass. "Yeah... come on lets go get pans and wooden spoons and wake everybody up!" She giggled at the grin that spread across Ginny's face. "You think they'll get mad?"
Ginny shook her head. "Hell no! It's Christmas morning, and it's-," she leaned over to look at the clock on the night stand. "4:19, why wouldn't everyone want to get out of bed!?"
Janelle nodded, "Just be careful about Kayla she's been rather touchy lately."
Ginny nodded, turning back to the door, and shutting it completely before turning on the light. Both squinted at the brightness, and laughed when the again looked at the matching out fits they had received from Hogwarts the night before. Everyone had gotten a pair of red and green flannel pajama pants. The guys all got green t-shirts, and the girls got red. It was a very interesting situation. "That's only because her doctor told her that she could have the throwing up for the entire pregnancy, and she's due in June, that's six more months of hell."
Janelle nodded. "Yeah, but that's what they get for not using a condom." She opened her dresser and took out a pair of black socks, sitting on her bed she put them on. "Doesn't everyone know what they call a man who doesn't use a condom?"
Ginny looked from side to side. "No, what do you call him?"
Janelle sighed. "Daddy."
"That's not true, Draco and I have never used a condom. We use a spell." Ginny told her, "Not that Draco likes me talking about our sex lives, but I have no idea what it's like to even use a condom."
Janelle looked at her. "Really? Well then that's something to look forward too. Harry and I haven't done anything yet, but at least I know that even if we do we'll be safe I guess. Did you use it when you and him...?"
Ginny shook her head. "No, we completely forgot, but you know, it's no big deal, nothing happened. I know it was stupid, but we were lucky." Shaking her head, she leaned against the door. "Come on let's get everyone up."
Janelle nodded and stood up. Silently pulling open the door, they crept out of the room and down the carpeted stairs. Turning on all the lights in the kitchen, they made a mad dash to the cupboards and pulled out big pans. Stifling giggles at the commotion they had already caused, the each grabbed a wooden spoon off the accessory pot on the counter and ran back upstairs. Pacing down the hall way so that they could evenly distribute their alarm, they nodded and began pounding the spoon on the pans.
"WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!" Ginny yelled, giggling as Draco pulled his and Harry's door open and looked at her as if she were nuts.
"What are you doing?" He hissed looking back into his room as Harry mumbled something about Jack and the bean stalk and the Giant was coming, oh maybe the giant was Hagrid! Rolling his eyes he turned back to Ginny who was still hitting the pan, and angelic smile on her face.
"Getting everyone out of bed." she answered simply, giggling again when Blaise opened his door looking eternally pissed off yet Hermione came flying out from under his arms that were spread out across the door way, and hugged her.
"Happy Christmas Ginny!" She said excitedly before making rounds and hugging everyone.
Blaise now wore a smile, Hermione was definitely happy now. It made him happy to see her like this, even if it was only four-thirty in the morning. Hearing the sound of a door opening, Kayla came stomping out.
"What is the meaning of this?" She asked in a very McGonagall voice. "Sometimes I wish I was Ron and could sleep through these things! What do you want?" Her hair was disheveled and her stomach showed slightly on the shirt that had climbed up during her sleep.
Hermione, as she had been recently happily skipped over to her and hugged her. "Happy Christmas Kayla." She said putting her hand on Kayla's belly. "Can you believe at this time in a year you'll have a six month old baby to be celebrating with?!"
Kayla yanked Hermione's hand off her stomach. "Can you believe that this is the worst Christmas I have ever had?!" She asked sardonically.
Hermione backed away. "Wow." She said softly.
Blaise seeing that Kayla's words had upset her moved to her side. "Come on everybody, looks like Ron's still asleep. Janelle, Ginny, and 'Mione why don't you go pig pile on top of him, see if he'll wake up?"
Luckily that seemed to be a good idea to Hermione and she and Ginny jumped at the chance, running in as Harry walked out of his and Draco's room.
"Well Ron's going to have a pleasant Christmas morning, if I saw what I think I just saw. Three beautiful girls running into his room?" he asked with a bemused grin. "I guess it's okay that I don't mind sharing, as long as I get my girl back."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter, you need more sleep, you sound even more like a retard than usual."
Kayla sniffed. "Why? He's right. Ron has three girls in his bedroom. Beautiful girls, not fat and ugly like me. Why shouldn't he be having a pleasant Christmas morning? He doesn't want me." She stood there tears in her eyes.
Now being the guys that they are, Harry, Draco, and Blaise were not all that sure of what to do when they said something stupid around a pregnant girl. By some God send the other girls had managed to get Ron up at that point and he came out in time to see the water works begin.
"Sugar what's wrong?" He asked, laying a hand on her shoulder. He tried to look at her face but she turned away.
"You got three beautiful girls for Christmas, you don't want me, and now you don't need me." she said stalking into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her, everyone in the hall could hear her sobs coming from the other side.
Ron turned to look at the other guys. "What's going on here?" he asked, walking to the bathroom door only to find it locked. Luckily he was a wizard and a simple Alohamora opened the door. "Go downstairs get breakfast ready or something we'll be down in a little bit he said softly before entering the bathroom.
Ginny nodded, knowing that her brother meant well, and wrapping her arms around Draco's waist, they walked down into the living room. She noticed that Draco's arms tightened around her more than usual, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with that dream, so not hearing anyone on the stairs behind her, she pulled him in the dining room, and shut the sliding doors behind them. Walking across she also shut the swinging door from the kitchen and twisted the latch. "What happened?" she asked softly but sternly.
Draco shook his head. "Nothing Babe, don't worry about it." he said turning around.
Ginny didn't let him pivot six inches. "No Draco something happened, you had a dream, and came into my room. Then you are holding onto me as if any minute I'm going to disappear. Did you dream that something happened to me? I can take it, tell me. It was just a silly dream."
Draco shook his head again. "It wasn't just a dream Ginny, it was a nightmare." he paused and looked at Ginny's reaction, she still stood there, her Mrs. Weasley you-won't-get-in-trouble-if-you-just-tell-me face firmly in place. "It was seventeen years from now. I'd come back from a war, something about Death Eaters, and I apparated into my room at the Manor. Sitting at the vanity was a girl named Nadie. She was our daughter." Ginny gasped. With a nod Draco continued. "She'd been living with my mother since she was eight, she was now soon to be seventeen. You were. . . dead. Dead Ginny, and you'd never told me about our daughter. She was beautiful, but you know what hurt, what scared me? We had a daughter that looked nothing, NOTHING, like you. She had my hair, and my eyes, my fair skin. She didn't look anything like you, and you were gone." Tears were in Draco's eyes. "How could I deal with raising your daughter, our daughter, with out you, and she didn't even have your eyes or your hair?"
Ginny stood, frozen at the thought. This had truly upset him. She wasn't sure if it was that she was dead, or that he didn't want to have to raise this fictitious girl that didn't look like her, and he'd miss her. With a sigh, she went to him, hugging him, pressing her whole self against his shaking body, she let him cry. "I'm right here Draco. I'm not leaving you. It was just a bad dream."
OXOXOXOXOXOX
"Christmas Morning, Christmas Morning." Janelle sang softly as she and Harry entered the kitchen. She skipped over to the refrigerator, and opening it pulled out eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, milk, orange juice, potatoes.
"You are really happy aren't you?" Harry asked, taking starting the pot of peppermint cinnamon coffee.
Janelle came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his abdomen. "Yeah, this is the first time since my dad died that I can actually enjoy Christmas. My step-dad/uncle wasn't all that into the season especially when it's me. He was so jealous of my dad it wasn't funny. So now that he and my mom have my little sister, she gets like a million presents and I get a little bit of money and maybe a CD. I'm very happy here."
"That's good," Harry said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "I hope you stay here and happy for a very long time. And I don't mean here, in this house. I mean here, in my arms." He said turning around, so that now he was holding her, instead of just her hugging him from the back. "I love you Janelle."
Janelle buried her head into Harry's chest so he couldn't see the tears that had formed in her eyes. "Harry, that's the best Christmas present anyone has ever given to me." She mumbled into his chest.
Harry smiled, he'd heard her loud and clear.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
Hermione and Blaise both plopped on the couch, Hermione leaning on her fiancé of two months. Suddenly crashing at the amount of energy she'd just exerted in her hyper Christmas morning attack, she sighed and wrapped her arms around Blaise's torso. Laying her had comfortably on his torso, she kicked her feet up beside his on the table, and they sat in the piece. A strange noise was coming from the dining room, but after a few minutes Draco and Ginny appeared, Draco's face and eyes looking rather red. He held onto Ginny as if letting her go would kill them both, and he wore a grim expression. Ginny didn't seem to pleased either. Knowing that they had just made a milestone in their relationship, and it had been a serious one at that Hermione said nothing.
Janelle and Harry entered the living room after them. Sitting on the other couch that had been moved so it was closer into the living room than just on the far wall. They all sat in silence, sipping the coffees that Janelle and Harry had delivered, while waiting for Kayla and Ron. They couldn't hear what was going on up stairs, nor were they sure they wanted to.
Ron had entered the bathroom, to find Kayla sitting on the outside of the tub sobbing. He took a blow for that one. He wasn't sure if it was her hormones, or that she was homesick, or felt house bound, or all together, but he definitely felt at fault. Sitting beside her, he began rubbing her back. As he expected she jerked away.
"Leave me alone Ron. Go down and have Christmas with your friends, their waiting for you." Kayla commanded shakily, as she wiped her eyes.
"I'm not leaving you. We said we were in this together, and I don't give a damn if you don't want me here." Ron replied sternly. "This baby is mine too, and even if I have yet to see or feel your belly, even if I haven't kissed you in I don't know how many weeks, hugged you even, I still love you and will be by your side."
Kayla shook her head. "Why? Why are you still here?" She asked, obviously not understanding his devotion. "I'm not your wife."
Ron recoiled. "Do you want to be?" He asked, not sure of what that comment meant.
"That's not up to me, that's if you want to make me your wife. I mean my mother was already my father's wife when she had mean, that was the only reason they stayed together, not because of me." She said pushing her hair back.
Ron cocked his head to one side. "Are you confused about my wanting to be here, because your dad wasn't there for you growing up?" He asked, realizing that he had hit the spell on the target.
Kayla shrugged. "I only lived at our manor until I was six, and then I went to boarding school before Hogwarts. I don't really remember much of living at home, I stayed with my grandparents in the summers."
Ron sighed. "Baby, you were neglected. Your dad didn't give you the attention you deserved, and now you think I'm going to be the same way. It's not like that, my father helped my mother raise me and my brothers and sister. He loved us very much, as I'm sure you father did, but maybe your's just didn't know how to show it like mine did."
Kayla thought about it for a minute. "Just because you say you are going to stay doesn't mean you won't take off when this baby is born. I'm not going to be like my mother and take you over my baby, if it's me you're sticking around for don't bother."
Frustrated, Ron knew he couldn't say what was on his mind, because she was hurt and confused about her family life. "Listen. We'll talk about this later, right now it is time to go downstairs and open presents." He said standing.
"Wait!" Kayla said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back down. She pressed his hand against her still nearly flat abdomen. "Merry Christmas Ron, that's our baby." She told him softly.
The breath that Ron had inhaled got caught in his chest. "Our baby." he said with a nod, before Kayla hugged him. Hugging her back, and loving the feel of her body against his he smiled. "I've missed you."
Kayla nodded, and kissing him full on the mouth, they reunited, pasts in the past, and their future ahead of them. Breaking away, Kayla stood. "Come on, lets open presents." Leading the way they entered the living room, where three other sleepy looking couples resided. All looking up at their entrance, Hermione and Ginny both bounced up and scooted towards the tree.
Ron laughed. "My you girls are antsy aren't you?" he asked, pulling Kayla with him onto the couch while the girls on the floor started handing out their presents. Once everyone had their pile they dug in.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, pulling out a book on keeping the opposite sex happy. "GINNY!" She squealed, pushing it back into the santa she'd pulled it out of. Blushing, she glared at her friend, who merely smiled back slyly.
"What?" Blaise breathed in her ear.
Hermione shook her head, still glaring at Ginny. However it was the gift from her that she now held in her hands, and Hermione couldn't help but conceal the smile as she watched Ginny rip the tape.
Ginny's eyes rounded to the size of snitches when she saw the dirty little piece of a bed garment that sat in the Victoria's Secret box. Draco's face was a picture perfect, he looked between the box and Ginny with a smirk before snorting when Ron saw what Ginny had received.
Getting up and crossing the room, Ron snatched the present from her. "Who gave this to you?" He asked, glaring at Draco.
Draco was laughing so hard, he was rolling on the floor, Ginny too was laughing, however she was more happy that this had cheered Draco up. "It- wasn't - me!" he laughed gasping for breath as Ron stood, towering above him, face flaming red and shoulder heaving with anger.
Hermione who was silently laughing to the point that her whole figure shook, finally calmed down enough to say, "It was my Ron, chill. You act like it's something naughty or something."
The look on Ron's face after that comment set everyone off again, and the giggles continued until everyone's sides hurt, and Ron's blood pressure had sky rocketed. He too in the end found himself laughing.
After everyone had opened their presents, Hermione's new book still safely tucked away for later reference, the headed into the kitchen for their breakfast. Hash browns, eggs, bacon, sausage, and fruit made up their holiday meal.
The rest of the day was spent in lounging around. Professor McGonagall popped in for a few minutes to wish them happy holiday's and deliver several presents from other students. Once everyone had settled with a new book, CD, or otherwise entertaining gift, the day passed quickly.
A/N: That was a long chapter. The dream some of you may recognize as a one-shot I had posted, then took off. I changed her name from Charlie to Nadie, and obviously fixed several things, and as promised the Christmas part. And hey what's Christmas without a couple dirty presents and over protective older sibilngs?
Kayla's secret is out. . . well part of it, the rest will come soon, and for now Ron is happy again. As You can see Draco was really upset, but not making him a sap or anything, but having it show how import Ginny has become to him. Janelle as you can see has been neglected and or abused by said Uncle, and we'll find out why Professor Snape knew her father soon.
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