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A/N: Sorry about the wait. Serious readers block, blah blah blah blah. No excuses, whatever whatever!
Chapter 6Lyn whistled the tune to a song her mother used to sing to her as a child.
"Where to ma'am?" said an old wizened wizard peering over his spectacles at Lyn. She shook her hair and the stooped man stood up and began stroking his beard and looking longingly at her.
"I'm engaged," she chirruped, "to Draco Malfoy. You know him?"
The old man looked away, but he carried on stroking his beard.
"So? Where to?" he croaked.
"The Malfoy Manor!" Lyn sang, "You know the place? We're very well off you know. I mean we have loads of servants and we're just-…"
The man's eyes flitted towards an open copy of the Daily Prophet on the Job's page. Right at the top it read:
House Elf needed at the Malfoy Manor. Urgently. Only House elves who do not need paying.
She sighed as she folded herself out of the fireplace in the Malfoy Manor. A stabbing pain shooting down her right leg, she winced and hobbled towards the door.
"BABE!" she shouted through the house. "BABE?"
Draco's eyes shot open, he was lying on his back, his head spinning and the ceiling looked as though someone had spat on it.
"wha?" he groaned and turned over. A girl was lying there curled up next to him. She looked so, pretty, so peaceful so-
"WEASLEY?" he shouted. She moaned and opened her eyes, they clouded over and her mouth fell open.
"Where am I?" she whispered rubbing her eyes, totally unconvincingly.
Draco jumped out of bed, only to find he was naked. He grabbed up the duvet to hide himself and found that the Weasely in his bed was also naked and threw the quilt back on her and grabbed up a dressing gown on a nearby chair and slung it on.
"BABE? WHERE ARE YOU?" Lyn's voice rang through the house.
"What are you-? Hang on a minute," Ignoring Lyn, Draco shook his head and pure terror washed over his face, "We didn't? You and me? We didn't just-?" Draco stuttered.
Ginny looked away from Draco.
"You took advantage of me, you pig!" she spat.
"ME? I took advantage of you!" what the hell are you talking about? I was pissed. Do you think I'd … you know… with you any other way?" Draco shouted.
"HON! WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Lyn shouted again.
"I can't believe you. You selfish arrogant bastard! You … look we were both drunk. Like last time…" Ginny whispered.
"Last time?" Draco roared. "There was a last time? You mean I've embarrassed and lowered my standards before!?"
"Oh God, please don't tell me you've forgotten!" Ginny cried, flinging her hands in the air.
"Forgotten what?" Draco sneered.
Ginny flicked her wand and her clothes came flying towards her. She began pulling them on furiously.
"You're daughter is sleeping in the next room. Our daughter. And you're fiancé is walking up the stairs. I wonder how she'll feel if she finds us in here!" Ginny snarled, pushing her arm through a sleeve.
"DRACO! WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT FOOL? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Lyn screamed.
"Just get out!" Draco snapped looking warily at the door.
"Get out? What we going to do about Tiffany? About us?"
"There is no 'us'. Just get out, we'll talk all right? Look I'll meet you at the Hog's Head this lunchtime at 1o'clock. I'll hire a private room. Just. Get. Out!" He looked as though he wanted to pick her up and throw her out of the house.
"Fine." Ginny snarled, waving her wand and disapperating from the room, just as Lyn hobbled in.
"Draco? What's been going on in here?"
Ginny heard Lyn's voice raise higher, and higher, and higher, and higher till she was only audible to dogs. Ginny padded into the room Tiffany was sleeping in. Ginny opened the door, Tiffany was sitting staring straight ahead of her. Not noticing anything but a painting of Minonious Malfoy VII.
"Tiffany. We have to go home now," Ginny whispered. Tiffany said nothing. "Tiffany, we have to go!"
Tiffany carried on staring at Minonious not even acknowledging that Ginny was there.
"I know you might not want to talk to me but-" Ginny begun.
"NOT WANTTO TALK TO YOU?" Tiffany exploded. Ginny sprung forward and covered her mouth, flicked her wand and with a loud CRACK! Disappeared from the room. Reappearing in the living room of Fleur and Bill Weasley's home.
There was a shriek and Fleur ran forward and engulfed Tiffany in a bear hug. Ginny fell back and stared guiltily at the door frame. Fleur was kissing Tiffany and murmuring in French. Then –
Slap!
"What 'ze hell do you think you wair doin'?" Fleur screamed, her hand still hovering over Ginny's face. A red welt blossoming on Ginny's pale cheek. A tear trickled down Ginny's face.
"I was telling her the truth," she whispered, "what you should have done years ago!"
"Yeah mum." Tiffany said slowly and quietly, "why didn't you tell me any of this?"
Both women looked shocked.
"I deedn't think you wood be able to 'andle eet. At such a young and tendair age!" Fleur whimpered.
"She should have known all along," Ginny protested, "we shouldn't have kept it a secret,"
"I deedn't see you trying to tell 'er zat you wair 'er mother and just give her up!" Fleur snapped.
Ginny felt as though she'd slapped her again.
"You knew I couldn't support her. I thought you would have brought her up on the knowledge she was mine. Not keep her in the dark for the whole of her life, what are you stupid?" Ginny retorted.
"Why wood I tell 'er zat? Zat wood mess up 'er life!" Fleur shouted.
"Like it's messed up now? You should have told her younger, then it wouldn't be so hard!" Ginny shouted back.
"What still geevs you the right to take away my baby?" Fleur said icily.
"She's not your baby," Ginny answered, equally as cold, "she needed to know the truth before she lives her life a total lie. I had no idea you'd keep the lie going for this long!"
"Don't you preetend zat you've cared about er!" Fleur screamed, her Veela side flaring, "If you 'ad you wood not 'ave geeven er up!"
"I was young I – "
"Have none of you cared about me in all of this?" Tiffany whispered. "Maybe I didn't want to know that you're my mum ("ha!" sneered Fleur) Or maybe you should have told me that I've been living a lie for the past 11 years! But can't you see? This means my life changes drastically. Not yours, mine! And mum, I think Auntie Ginny was right to tell me that she's my mum. But I don't think she should have been so blunt," Just then Bill and Harry walked into the room. Harry's eyes were red and puffy, he looked rough.
"Ginny!" he cried, she noticed the engagement ring in his hand.
Ginny looked away. Harry hovered uncertainly in front of her. Debating whether to engulf her in a hug or hit her.
"Do you forgive me, Gin?" he murmured.
"'Arry. You stay out of zis. We're discussing 'er takin' away my baby!" Fleur flared.
"Mum!" Tiffany shouted, "just leave it. I don't care anymore. Just don't blame Auntie Ginny," and she stalked out of the room.
"Ginny?" Harry continued.
"What?" she snapped.
"I-I'm so sorry! Please…Please just-!"
"Just what?" Ginny shouted, "Just forgive you for being such a conceited man-beast? Well maybe you should be the one forgiving me!"
"What'd you mean?" Harry asked, sniffing.
Ginny turned and walked out of the house. Harry looked at them before following her a safe distance.
"Draco? What's been going on in here?" Lyn asked suspiciously peering at the bed sheets.
"It was a rough night," Draco lied.
"And you never sleep in the nude," Lyn probed again.
"Just. Fancied it, alright?"
Lyn sniffed. Recognition swept across her face, she sniffed again.
"What's that smell?" she asked coldly.
"Alright, you can question the birthday suit, but don't imply that I smell!" Draco said alarmed.
"Don't be stupid Draco. That smell…" she whispered.
"It's Fire whiskey."
"No. It's perfume," she looked accusingly at Draco, "it's not my perfume!"
Draco looked at the floor. Racking his brains for an explanation, nothing came to mind.
"Well…?" Lyn put a hand on her hip and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Fine. I've been having a sordid affair with a common whore," Draco shouted.
"No! What's really been going on?" Lyn shouted back.
"Don't believe me?" Draco sneered.
"No whore would even go near you. You're lucky you even got me," Lyn replied icily.
Draco looked up at the clock, 12:35. He had to get going.
"Look, babe I got to go," He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.
"Ain't you even gonna ask where I was last night?" Lyn shot at him.
"Ok. Where were you last night?" Draco asked impatiently.
"I was in St. Mungo's," Lyn replied.
"What?" Draco looked at her. Was she lying? "Why?"
"Well I wasn't having a picnic, fool! I got stabbed in my leg!" Lyn pulled open her robes. There was a large bandage wrapped around her thigh, a small patch of blood blossomed from the centre of the bandage. Draco stared at it, disbelieving taking over his face. He stared up and down her leg, trying to look at anything but the bandage; it made his blood run cold.
"Who?" he whispered.
"I don't know! I was down Knockturn alley and … it just happened!" Lyn looked delighted as she retold the story.
Draco glanced at the clock again. 12:50.
"Look I got to go!" he leaned in again.
"Aren't you worried about me?" Lyn snarled.
They stood there in silence for a few moments.
"Of course I'm worried-"
"Then don't go," Lyn said hurriedly.
"I gotta go"
"Any higher and it would have got our baby," Lyn whispered.
"I know. And I'm sorry, but I've got to be somewhere!" Draco started towards the door.
"Who is she?" Lyn asked plainly.
"If I told you Ginny Weasley would you believe me?" Draco asked, implying irony.
"No." Lyn replied.
"Then I won't say a thing."
"This isn't a joke Draco!" Lyn screeched, she flared suddenly and Draco cowered away from her, "Tell me, or get out and don't come back!"
Draco regained his superiority suddenly.
"This is my house! You get out!"
"I'm not having a stupid childish argument with you Draco, tell me who it is!"
"I will. Later. I just got to sort some…er…business out!" He darted out of the door, peering at a clock in the hallway 12.59. He flicked his wand.
CRACK!
"DRACO!" Lyn stumbled into the hallway, "GET BACK HERE NOW!" she looked up and down the empty corridor and scowled.
Lyn drummed her fingers on a table at the Hog's Head impatiently. She still smarted from the argument earlier that day. She didn't know how she could go back after that. Where would she go? Every time the door opened her head shot up, only for her heart to sink with disappointment.
"Miss Weasley?" grunted a voice from behind her. An old stooped wizard was shuffling toward her, he was holding a sack of Galleons in his hand and a gleeful looked in his eye.
"Mr Malfoy's ready to see you know. Room 4," he said smirking and he shuffled off again.
Ginny got up slowly and walked calmly towards the rooms.
Room 1 … Room 2 … Room 3 … Here we go … Room 4.
She pushed it open, a stale musty smell attacked her nostrils and she recoiled.
A pair of lips clamped over hers before she knew what was going on and the door slammed closed. She tore away, hate reflected in the eyes staring down at her.
Nothing could prepare her for what was about to happen.
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