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Chapter 5

Harry glared at Ginny. He had dragged her upstairs to a spare room in Bill and Fleur's house. Harry flung her towards the bed, but Ginny had a feeling this wasn't about to get intimate.

"Is there anything you want to tell me Ginny?" Harry shouted. They heard the music downstairs get turned up very loud and Fleur's high pitch laugh.

"No." Ginny gasped.

"Dragon…Draco." Harry spluttered.

"It's just a coincidence," Ginny said hurriedly.

"I'm not stupid you know Ginny. Draco's that father isn't he?" Harry rounded on Ginny and Ginny shrunk underneath his gaze.

"No," she said suddenly, "why would I sleep with Draco Malfoy?"

Harry looked away from her, and concentrated on a spot on the mirror where some sort of make-up had got on it.

"The father is not Draco Malfoy." Ginny said, before turning on her heel and locking herself in the toilet. Harry lowered himself down on the bed and put his head in his hands. He was really messing this up. He was a total shit and he knew it.

Tiffany was dancing to entertain her parents. They sat and laughed merrily as she did weird and complicated moves.

"You'd theenk they wood put a silencing charm on ze room if zey were going to argue," Fleur whispered through a smile she had plastered on her face.

"What are they arguing about?" Bill asked as he began clapping and the song finished.

"No more, mum. I'm tired," Tiffany cried as Fleur picked up her wand to play another song. Tiffany jumped onto the sofa next to her mum and dad and looked earnestly up at them.

"What were Auntie Ginny, and Uncle Harry arguing about? Was it to do with my Latin?" Tiffany asked, her green eyes shining with concern.

"It was…it was nothing darling. I think you'd best get on with your Latin," Bill said. He began tickling her and she screeched and jumped off the sofa and towards the desk she been working at before.

"The whole wedding is going to spectacular,"

"I know,"

"There is going to be pure magic silk for everything,"

"You said,"

"I think I'll hire the Namolise Orchestra,"

"I heard,"

"Are you taking any interest in what I'm saying?"

"I remember,"

"DRACO!"

Draco jumped and saw Lyn standing over him, she had her usual scowl on. It really distorted her features, which were usually quite pretty.

"Yeah?" Draco said unenthusiastically.

"Where you just agreeing with everything I said?" Lyn spat irritably.

"Yes. Isn't that a good thing?"

Lyn realised she dug herself into a hole and just scowled again.

"What are you doing to contribute to the wedding?" Lyn spat.

"Turning up. Isn't that good enough?" Draco said coolly.

"Oh please, you'll probably turn up a day too late, knowing you Draco Malfoy," Lyn said.

"I made a promise didn't I? Draco Malfoy never breaks a promise,"

"You promised Pansy Parkinson (she spat her name unusually coldly) you'd go out with her forever," Lyn said dryly.

"Different kind of promise," Draco said with a wave of his hand. He flicked his wand, "Accio Fire whiskey," he said and the drink flew to his hand.

"How do I know this isn't just another one of those promises?" Lyn snarled.

"Because I'm a dad now,"

"Pansy said she was pregnant,"

"No. She just had too many cream cakes at her parent's birthday party," Draco took a sip of the whiskey, offered the bottle to Lyn who turned her nose up at it.

"So you mean you love me?" Lyn teased, she was now attempting to tidy up a dresser – this included shoving everything to the side of the dresser and magically making it shine – she then turned to face Draco, demanding an answer.

"You know the answer to that," Draco said taking another sip of the whiskey.

"Do I?" Lyn questioned, "do I Draco? You've never actually told me you love me," Lyn shouted suddenly.

"Well I do. Happy?" Draco said calmly.

Lyn glared at him. She wasn't sure how to interpret this answer. He always managed to avoid actually saying he loved her, but she got the gist that she did.

She looked around the room, it was getting unnaturally dirty, and not up to it's usual standards.

"I'm going down to Diagon Alley to put an advert in the Daily Prophet for a House Elf," Lyn said smartly heading towards the fireplace, taking a pinch of floo powder and transporting herself to Diagon Alley.

Draco took another long gulp of the whiskey. He'd lost count how many mouthfuls he'd had, and his brain was beginning to get fuzzy. Lyn had gone, at least that was what he assumed, she wasn't there moaning about the wedding at least, so that meant she wasn't anywhere near the house. He threw the second empty bottle into the fireplace, his vision was so whoozy he missed and it smashed to pieces next to the armchair.

Ginny unlocked the door and sneaked out. Everyone had done their best to coax her out. They even tried the Alohomora spell, but Ginny had placed a repelling charm on the door. As she crept out it seemed that everyone had fallen asleep, Harry was sprawled out on the bed, his glasses hanging off his face and his legs at odd angles. He had obviously given up trying to talk her out of the bathroom ages ago.

~*~CONVERSATION BETWEEN HARRY AND GINNY THROUGH THE BATHROOM DOOR~*~

Harry: Ginny, please come out. I'm sorry.

Ginny: Sorry for what? Sorry for judging me, or sorry I walked away.

Harry: Sorry I ever thought you'd sleep with a bastard like Draco Malfoy.

Ginny: Dragon is a pretty name. It was the name of the man I wanted to marry when I was older.

Harry: Well you got plain old Harry Potter instead, plain old Harry Potter who's deadly sorry for upsetting his fiancé.

Ginny: Plain? Plain? You? You couldn't be plain if it danced naked in front of you and stuck its arse in your face.

Harry: Gin. That makes no sense.

Ginny: YOU THINK I CARE WHAT MAKES SENSE? Piss off Harry, don't try and talk to me ever again.

Harry: Ginny, can you blame me tough, hon?

Ginny: Don't you try your reverse psychology on me Harry Potter. I will not sympathise for you. Now go away from the door and leave me alone.

Harry: I'm not leaving this door until you come out.

Ginny: Well you'll be here a very long time, because while you're there, I'm not leaving this bathroom!

Harry: Fine! You know what Ginny? You carry on being the selfish little brat that you've always been. Because I'm not the one stupid enough to get pregnant at 16!

(Ginny recoiled as if he'd slapped her)

Harry: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that I don't know what came over me.

Ginny: Harry, move away from this door and do not try and talk to me for as long as you live!

Harry had kept talking and talking to her the whole night, but had eventually giving up and fallen asleep on the bed.

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She tiptoed over to where Harry was sleeping, she took off her engagement ring, placed it on the bedside table next to him, she planted a kiss gently on his forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

It was dark out in the corridor, she could hear muffled snores from Bill and Fleur's rooms, belonging to Bill – she'd recognise those snores anywhere, they sounded like a foghorn! – and she made her way along to Tiffany's room.

A beam of light from the moon danced through the gap in the curtains shining on Tiffany's skin, illuminating it. She mumbled something and turned over in her sleep. She looked so peaceful and serene Ginny almost didn't have the heart to wake her. She padded silently over to her and shook her gently.

"Is it morning already mum?" Tiffany groaned attempting to open her eyes.

"No. Come on get ready," Ginny whispered.

"What, are we d-d-d-doing?" Tiffany yawned.

"We're going on a journey," Ginny whispered, "Accio Trunk," Tiffany's trunk soared towards Ginny and landed in front of her. Then she began riffling in drawers getting clothes and hairbrushes and anything that Tiffany might need.

Tiffany meanwhile was trying to wake up, rubbing the grit from her eyes and yawning every so often.

"Ginny, what's going on?" Tiffany mumbled.

"Just get your stuff ready," Ginny yelled as quietly as she could.

Tiffany frowned and got some socks out of a drawer and threw them into the trunk. When her trunk was fully packed Ginny closed it, locked it, and magically levitated it. With her wand pointed out in front of her at the trunk she guided it downstairs, her other hand firmly clasped around Tiffany's. Tiffany was dragging her feet and murmuring groggily. They headed for the living room where the fireplace's embers were still glowing slightly. The trunk landed with a soft thud on the ground next to Ginny and she pointed at the fireplace. Flames erupted suddenly, and heat filled the room. On the mantelpiece was a little box containing a lot of powder, Ginny took a pinch and threw it at the fire. The flames roared and turned emerald green, She took hold of Tiffany and her trunk they squeezed into the fireplace. Bill and Fleur had had it expanded so at least one of them could travel with Tiffany.

The flames around them engulfed them, and a nice feeling of warmth spread threw their bodies. Tiffany yawned and got a mouthful of the hot dust and immediately started coughing. Ginny heard someone upstairs stir and Fleur call out.

"Tiffany, are you ok?"

"The Malfoy Manor," Ginny called out, and they were spinning…spinning…spinning.

How many bottles was it now? What was the time? Where was Lyn? But Draco's brain was too fogged for any of the questions to be answered rationally.

He took a swig of the 'Vandles Vodka' and shivered as it went down his throat, burning his insides as it went down.

He was sitting on a chair, he knew that for sure, but in which room was a total mystery to him, not that if he'd been sober he'd know anyway. All that really bothered him was that Lyn wasn't home yet. All she'd done was go to Diagon Alley…

*PING*

That was the noise that let him know there was someone arriving by floo. Unsteadily he pulled himself out of the chair and turned to face the fireplace and question Lyn for all she was worth. If only he wasn't drunk!

His eyes blurred and slipped in and out of focus and he saw the woman fold herself out of the fireplace, a trunk clasped in one hand, a little girl in the other.

"Had our baby already? I thought it took nine months," Draco laughed coldly.

"No, Malfoy-" Malfoy? Why is she calling me Malfoy? – " I've come to tell you something,"

"Lyn…" Draco said uneasily. He was drunk, he didn't care if every ounce of dignity was lost in front of her. The girl at her side seemed to be asleep, he didn't blame her though, it was about 3 in the morning.

"No. It's Ginny, Ginny Weasley. And I've come to tell you something, so if you'd kindly sober up a little,"

The mere fact that Ginny Weasley was in his house, and he was acting like a street rat seemed to sober him a little bit.

"What?" Draco attempted to sneer, but it came out more of a slur.

"This is something both of you should listen to," Ginny prodded the girl at her side, and she jumped. She was a pretty girl, with blonde hair and green eyes, but she was messed up and still half asleep. He eyed her and turned away in disgust.

"What is it Weasley?" Draco said icily, pointing his wand at his hair and it slicked itself back.

"Impressive, Malfoy." Ginny said coolly, prodding the little girl again.

"Tiffany, this is Draco Malfoy. Malfoy this is Tiffany."

"OK…" They both looked at her bewildered.

"You have no idea how hard this is for me to say…but…" Ginny cut off and forced herself not to cry. Not in front of Malfoy. "But…Tiffany. This is – this is your…your dad."

"Me? Her dad? How? Who's her mother?" Draco spluttered, totally forgetting to act cool.

Ginny gulped… "Me."

The two erupted in questions.

"When?"

"Gin?"

"Us?"

"I'm your daughter?"

"Why?"

"What's my mum then?"

"Where were we?"

"He's my dad?"

"We…"

"SHUT UP! Yes Draco, this is our daughter. You should remember, it was your 7th year leaving party, you were pissed, and so was I and we did it!"

"You're lying, Weasley." Draco spat.

"I'm not lying you arrogant bastard. It's the truth. And it's time you faced up to the truth!" Ginny shouted.

"But Ginny. You can't be my mum. Fleur's my mum,"

"Fleur Delacour?" Draco snorted.

"Yes." Tiffany snapped at him, "that's my mother. Have you got a problem with that?"

"Good to see you've got my attitude,"

"No I have not, because you're not my father, and you're not my mother," Tiffany jabbed a finger at Ginny. Ginny grimaced, as if Tiffany had slapped her.

"I wanted to tell you, but Fleur wouldn't let me!" Ginny tried to explain.

"Even if you are. Why didn't you look after me?" Tiffany exploded.

"I still had a year left at Hogwarts. I could hardly look after a screaming baby,"

"Well why didn't you come to get me once you'd finished school?" Tiffany shot.

"Fair question," Draco sneered.

"Shut up!" Ginny snapped at him, "I don't know why. Fleur and Bill seemed so happy with you, and I couldn't support a baby. I was only 17,"

"No. It means you didn't care for me!" Tiffany yelled.

"Of course I cared for you! Why do you think I'm always at your house? You think I like seeing you call Fleur 'mum'? You think it brings me pleasure to see you enjoying your life not knowing that it's all fake?!" Ginny shouted.

"I can't accept that you're my mother!" Tiffany yelled.

"I have proof if you want it? I'm so sorry I've never got in contact with you! I love you! I've loved you your life. I just want you to know how much I care about you, and how much I've always cared about you. You're my daughter…and…" Ginny broke off to wipe the tears from her face.

"You mean it? You really mean it?" Tiffany asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

"You've just messed up my whole life! Everything I thought was true isn't anymore, and you expect me to just welcome you with open arms. You think this is easy for me? No. 'Cos it's all about you! You haen't thought about my feelings in all of this! You wake me up at three in morning and tell me I've been living a lie my whole life!"

Draco played with a loose thread on his robes, then realised he shouldn't have a loose thread and magically made it disappear,"

"And I'm sorry! I'm realy really really truly sorry! I wish I'd been there for you you're whole life, and I feel ashamed about it. You've got to believe me!"

Tiffany looked at her feet.

"OK Ginny," she said finally, "but…but I wont be calling you mum,"

Ginny grabbed her shoulders and embraced her. Tiffany pulled away.

"Is there any place I could crash out in around here?" Tiffany asked turning to Draco. Draco was taken aback and stared disbelievingly at her. Tiffany raised her eyebrows at him and he snapped to his senses.

"Yeah. Up the stairs and take a right. First door on the right," he said blandly.

"Right." Tiffany sneered and left the room.

"You're taken this all very well," Ginny said quietly.

"That's because I know you're lying," Draco replied plainly.

"I'm not lying Draco! I can't believe you don't remember!"

"I probably blocked it from my memory," Draco sneered.

"Why do you have to be such a selfish pig?" Ginny cried, flinging her arms in the air.

"Because otherwise, people like you would walk right over me," Draco said icily.

Ginny turned to leave, Draco grabbed her arm.

"Did we really sleep together?" he asked, his eyes searching her face, as if the answer would be written across her forehead.

"Yes. We did sleep together. And don't flatter yourself; you weren't that good," Ginny snapped, trying to release herself from his grip, but he held firmly onto her staring at her; his cold grey eyes eating at her flesh and trying to burrow into her brain.

Suddenly he dropped her arms and picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig of it, and offered it to Ginny. She looked at it, then took it and took a gulp. Then she took another gulp, and another and another.

"Woah! Slow down!" Draco cried snatching it from her grasp. The alcohol seemed to be already rushing to her head and making her light headed and giddy.

He took a long gulp from the bottle. Looked long and hard at it, and finished it off.

He grinned at Ginny. It was meant to be a grin, but it came out like a sort of leer, and Ginny took a step back. He reached out again and grabbed hold of her arms,

"We really, really slept together?" he slurred.

"Yes." Ginny's head was spinning. For some reason she felt like dancing, and shouting and expressing how funny she felt inside.

"But I don't remember," Draco's voice was weird. It wasn't his normal tone, he was rolling on some letters, and totally forgetting others.

"You were plastered – hic!" Ginny giggled and brought a hand up to mouth embarrassed.

"Maybe, we should…do it again. This time I'll remember," Draco leaned in and brushed his lips against Ginny's. Ginny felt a rush of excitement soar around her body. But a little voice in the back of her head was screaming with all its might:

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? This is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy! He's a bastard, he's the worst arrogant, big headed and selfish bastard in the WORLD! You've done this before, and look what happened? Ginny are you STUPID?"

But the vodka seemed to be winning, and she felt herself lean in and kiss him again. For some reason she wanted to burst out laughing, as Draco's delicate hands unbuttoned her blouse. It fell silently to the floor and Draco's hands began wondering all over her body. She pulled off his top, never stopping kissing him. It was just like last time.

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