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: blah, blah, blah... I own nothing...blah, blah, blah... Harry Potter belongs solely to J.K. Rowling [bows to the Goddess Rowling]...blah, blah, blah. I think I've annoyed you to no end right now. More story.
Still Ginny's POV
My first impulse was to run, and hide my daughter. But he saw my face and smiled evilly. I was chilled to the bone. He motioned for me to open the door. I was so terrified. But I was stupid enough to do so.
"Why hello Ginny." He said silkily, reminding me of Snape.
"What do you want?" My tone was sharper than I had intended.
"Mama?" Kaya said, clinging to my leg once again.
"Hello child." Malfoy said, kneeling down next to her. "Who are you?"
"Stay away from her Malfoy!" I cried, picking her up, holding her close. Frightened by my tone no doubt, Kaya flung her face into my shoulder whimpering.
"Is that any way to treat me?" Malfoy drawled. "It doesn't take a genius to tell that she's mine."
"How do you know Malfoy?" I whispered.
"Considering that you did sleep with me, oh about five, nearly six years ago." Malfoy said with a sickening superior grin on his pale ferret like face. "And the fact that she's got my nose."
I really did feel like I was going to throw up. I wanted to curse him, to hex the life out of him. I hated him with all the fiber in my body. "Get out of my apartment Malfoy." I hissed.
"I will be back for her, Weasel." He whispered to me, reverting to the childish taunt that he had used during Hogwarts. "He wants her. Badly."
And Malfoy left.
I knew exactly whom he was talking about. Voldermort. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I had to contact the Ministry.
"Come with me Kaya." I said, rushing to the fireplace. "We're going on a trip."
I dropped some Floo Powder into the fireplace and off we went to the Ministry of Magic.
You know what you must do. R-E-V-I-E-W.
There, I spelled it out for you.