Bianca didn't know what to do. When Draco came to teach at the school, he must have realised that she would be there. How could he not? Unless he didn't remember her at all. It was possible, but not likely. When Dumbledore announced that Draco Malfoy would be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, everyone clapped, because they knew his story (except Bianca's part in it). Save Bianca. She stared at Draco. Bianca noticed him before, but didn't think that much of it as he lived in Hogsmeade. But now that he was teaching DADA, she didn't know what to do. She stared at him. She stared at him until she couldn't look at him anymore and ran out of the Great Hall crying.
Draco turned immediately to the girl that ran like she had the whip of her master behind her. It was only then that he remembered, or realised that she would be there. Draco hadn't realised it had been that long. Or that short. He turned to Snape, "She's mine isn't she?"
"Bianca Weasley, the mystery of the century. Miss Virginia Weasley's child, her only child, too. No one knows who her father is. Does that comfort you?" Snape said to him.
"I need to go after her," Draco started getting up from his chair.
Snape grabbed his arms and pulled him down, "No. Don't you think that would look suspicious if you go after a student? Even more, one that's in Ravenclaw and supposedly has no relation to you."
"She's my daughter," Draco said.
"And that's why she's run," Dumbledore said behind Draco and Snape. Draco fell silent.
"I can't do this," Draco said after a few minutes. Draco out of his chair, with Dumbledore saying to Snape, "Let him go," and he ran. Girls turned their heads to him. Under his breath he was saying "Bianca," over and over. He headed straight towards the Ravenclaw common room. He didn't need to go that far. He saw her going down one of the corridors. He couldn't miss her hair it was so beautiful.
"Bianca," he called out to her. Bianca didn't notice. Or didn't want to notice. She kept walking. Draco ran to catch up with her. She had tears rolling down her face. "Baby, don't cry."
"Don't call me baby. I've never seen you before, only pictures. Why did you never come back?"
Draco stoped walking with her. She turned around to face him. "Your mother never told you?" he asked shocked.
"She doesn't know either. Do you know how many hours she's spent crying over you?"
Draco's heart leapt and fell at the same time. It leapt because Ginny still thought about him. It fell because Ginny (and Bianca) didn't know why he had to leave. "Babe, I have to… er, insert some feeble excuse here."
"I told you not to call me that." At the moment Draco didn't care, he just needed to think. He walked onto the Hogwarts grounds, heading for the Quidditch pitch, but ended up going to Hagrid's hut. Draco knocked on Hagrid's door.
"Who is it?" Hagrid said before opening the door.
"The eternally grateful," Draco answered.
Draco could hear Hagrid chuckling, "Come in, Draco." Draco went into the hut. He sat down in one of Hagrid's large chairs. "Now, wha' can I do fer yer?"
All Draco could say was, "She's here."
"Who's here?"
"My daughter."
"Come off it, Draco, you don't have a daughter. It would have been all over the papers."
"No, we kept it very secret, no one else except the mother, myself, the child, Dumbledore and Snape know that I am the father."
"Who is the kid?"
"Bianca Weasley."
Bianca was still faced with the probably that she didn't know the man, who claimed to be her father, was standing in front of her. She was on the platform at Hogsmeade ready to go home. "I'm going to miss my train." She started getting on the train.
"Bianca… I…"
"Don't say anything, just let me go," Bianca requested. Bianca got on the train, with eyes looking at her. She sat next to her best friend Rhys Wood. Rhys didn't know that the DADA professor was her father yet. But she was about to tell him.
"Rhys?"
"Hmm."
"My father is, umm, Draco Malfoy," she whispered.
"Really?" Rhys asked shocked. Bianca nodded. "I hate to say it, but I thought something was going on. You always did your best to avoid his classes, and being a Ravenclaw, it was really weird."
"You never said anything."
"It wasn't my place," Rhys said. Bianca put her head on Rhys' shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I always knew he was my father, but seeing him makes it more real. Like he did really did want to leave."
"I'm sure he didn't want to leave you, babe."
"He never came back though. He just left Mum there, at school, with me. You know, no ever looked at her the same. She got pregnant. So what? She hadn't changed as a person; she was just having a child. It was never fair. She was only sixteen. I use to blame her that people didn't take me seriously, because they didn't know who my father was. I knew who he was. I don't blame her. I blame him." Bianca went quiet and didn't speak for the rest of the train journey.
Draco had planned to see Bianca at Christmas. He was still going to, but that would mean facing the Weasleys. And Ginny, whom still didn't know why he left. He would have to explain that to her. But he wanted to know his daughter. He wanted to be apart of her life, whether people liked it or not. He wasn't going to leave her this time. He wasn't going to leave her mother either, but that would take a bit of time. Bianca was too important.
