When You Cry, My Heart Weeps Twice as Hard
Summary: Set six years after Harry graduated. Ginny Weasley has a long kept secret. She became pregnant during her sixth year at Hogwarts. When Voldermort wants her daughter, who comes to protect her and her child? Why her ex-b/f Harry Potter. GW/HP
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot of this story and Kaya. Besides, I'm not making ANY money off of this, so why should I have a disclaimer anyways???
Ginny's POV
Ok, so I was desperate. Sue me why don't you? Harry Potter. Boy of my dreams, the boy I've loved since I was 11 years old and he saved me from Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. He was the boy who lived to the world, while he remained my worship for five years. It was during my sixth year, his seventh year when we started dating. I fell even more in love with him if that was humanly possible. Then in March, he broke up with me, only a couple months before he graduated. I was heartbroken. I don't even know what made me do it…but I did. I went to Draco Malfoy, Harry's worst enemy, and the male slut of Hogwarts. Maybe I did it to get back at Harry, or maybe I was so desperate for love that I just needed an easy lay. I slept with him and the next morning I went on my way. I couldn't believe it. I just went on with my life like that.
It wasn't until about a month and a half later when I discovered I was pregnant. I had this gut feeling that it wasn't Harry's. We had only slept together a few times, and each time he used protection, and I used a usual charm that my mother had taught me when I turned thirteen that prevents me from getting pregnant. (It works 90% of the time). I was an idiot for not using it with Malfoy.
I didn't have a choice. I couldn't tell Malfoy. He probably got more girls pregnant than how many pairs of underwear he owned, and I certainly couldn't tell Harry. He didn't care about me. He probably didn't ever…
I told Dumbledore, and he told me I could either drop out of Hogwarts, or go to tutoring sessions with assistant teacher when my pregnancy was showing. Hermione Granger was that teacher. She began assisting Professor McGonagall in Transfiguration. I begged with her not to tell Harry. I didn't want him knowing and thinking worse of me. She promised, but even now I can be sure. I had my baby in the middle of my seventh year. December 16th, 2002, Kaya Sera Weasley came into the world. Her first name means Wise Child, and Sera means Angel. She's both. Let me explain.
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Kaya, now five years old, ran into the room and clung to my leg. "Mama!" She cried out.
"What's wrong baby?" I said, soothingly, patting her head. Her hair was a brilliant strawberry blonde, a prefect mix of my flaming hair and Malfoy's blonde, but her eyes were my crystal blue, and I cherished it every day.
"There's a man at the…door!" She said with a smile that would melt even the coldest heart.
"Is it Uncle Ron?" I asked, with a smile of my own. Ron had finally come to terms with my daughter on the first visit. When he had found out that I had had Draco Malfoy's baby, he wanted to kill her as well as Malfoy, but she had charmed him like everyone else she had met.
"No, tall man." Kaya said, sticking her thumb in her mouth and with the other hand she demonstrated his height.
I laughed, not thinking on it. I wiped my hands clean on the rag that hug on the stove. I walked to the front door and looked out the window that was to the right of the door and my heart stopped.
Malfoy was standing at my door.